Post by Kçℵ on Apr 8, 2011 21:36:50 GMT -5
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MAXWELL CARTER SMITH
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POKEMON TRAINER
[/color][/size][/center]Loyal, Headstrong, Brave, Friendly, Kind-Hearted
AGE: Ten
GENDER: Male
OCCUPATION: Pokemon Trainer
REGION: Johto
TOWN/CITY: Cherrygrove
FACE CLAIM:[b]Pokemon[/b] // [i]Red[/i]
HEIGHT: Five foot six [5'6"]
WEIGHT: One Hundred Twenty Pounds [120 lbs.]
HAIR: Dark Brown
EYES: Brown
FAMILY:
► Lilian Mariee Smith | Mother | 39 | Retired Co-Ordinator/Stay At Home Mom
► Carter Logan Smith | Father | 42 | Retired Gym Leader
► Jeffery Michael Lewis | Brother |14 | ?? - [Max Doesn't Know About Him, He's Was Adopted when he was born.]
NICKNAME: Cannon
SPECIES: Bulbasaur
TYPE: Grass
MOVES: Tackle | Growl
PERSONALITY: Like many of his species, Cannon is a very calm and relaxed Pokemon. He mostly enjoys relaxing in the sun when he is out of his Poke'ball and he and Max happen to be doing, well, nothing. He is also fairly loyal to Max, despite how young he is and how he and the boy barely knowing each other. Doesn't matter to Maxwell, much, however; a Pokemon that listens is a good one, as his father always told him. And Cannon seems to listen quite often.
HISTORY: Maxwell Carter Smith was born at 2:03 AM on a Tuesday morning, to Carter and Lilian Smith. Sure, he was like every other child at the time. Although not many children are born to a retired Gym Leader and a Co-Ordinator. [Usually, at least.] Carter retired early due to the fact that he wanted to start a family, Lillian finishing her career early after she felt that she had won enough ribbons. After a year of being married, Maxwell Smith was born. But wait, this isn't their story, this is his. Let's get back to that, shall we? Now, because his parents owned a few Pokemon of their own, Max was raised a great deal around them. Why have Pokemon if you don't let your children around them, as Max's father used to say. So it was said that Maxwell grew up loving Pokemon.
When Max was four, he began showing prominent signs of becoming a Pokemon Trainer. When his parents would let him play out with the Pokemon - they lived just outside Cherrygrove, owning a little acreage with plenty of room for the Pokemon to run and a barn for the larger ones to sleep - he would always ask the Pokemon to battle for him, him using one of his mother's or father's against another of his parent's. The Pokemon didn't mind - they got the exercise they needed from that, no matter how old they were - and his mother even prompt it as cute. Max's life as a child was no different than any other child's, of course. He made friends, went to school, and studied hard for the day when he could become a Pokemon Trainer.
When year nine rolled around, Max was counting down the days, as any child would, until he could get his first Pokemon, and what region to partake in. There were so many choices, the boy often felt dizzy just thinking about it. His father was there to help him, however, so he needn't worry about the idea until a few weeks before his tenth birthday. His father had laid out a few pamphlets in front of him on the table one morning at breakfast. One titled "The Lerruen Region" caught his eye, and after a long discussion with his parents, seeing as how the region was both floating and a ways away from their home, was finally able to convince them to let him go. And maybe, he told them as he got his things ready to leave, he would come back a champion.
