Post by Grey // Kyle on Dec 11, 2006 6:06:57 GMT -5
Name: Kyle Kamisura
Gender: Male
Age:11
Appearence:
Personality:
Kyle doesn't really interact with other people. Prefering to stay in the baackground as others wold chat about with their old comrades. Kyle never had his own friend. The only friend he really had was an eevee, which he founf one day, injured somewhere near the house. He nurtured it back to health, careful not to let his mother know. He had to let the eevee out eventually, he felt frim on that day. Having friends was like remembering the little eevee he use to take care of, it brought him a heavy heart.
Background:
Kyle was just another one of those boys who were just over-excited to get there pokemon when they came to age.Once Kyle turned 10, his mother had somehow kept him in the house for another year, denying him to his journey. His mother had made him do all kinds of chores to be one only in the house. No matter how he moaned to his mother about how he wanted to go and start his journey, his mother wouldn't listen, she kept on saying things like 'Your still too young' or 'I won't have anyone to help me here'. She was very careful when it came to letting him out of the house, she always kept a close eye on him at all possible times.
But today, Kyle was going to escape the house. His mother had left to visit her sick relative, although she was careful in locking every door and window in the house, she didn't know what Kyle had been doing behind her back during these past months. Kyle had found a loose wooden board in the kitchen, he was careful in conceiling it, to make sure his mom never boarded it up. Slowly, he made his way down stairs. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich on the kitchen table. He pricked the loose wooden board and squeezed right through. Once out he stretched his arms, it felt good to finally get some fresh air, without his mom knowing.
Gender: Male
Age:11
Appearence:
Personality:
Kyle doesn't really interact with other people. Prefering to stay in the baackground as others wold chat about with their old comrades. Kyle never had his own friend. The only friend he really had was an eevee, which he founf one day, injured somewhere near the house. He nurtured it back to health, careful not to let his mother know. He had to let the eevee out eventually, he felt frim on that day. Having friends was like remembering the little eevee he use to take care of, it brought him a heavy heart.
Background:
Kyle was just another one of those boys who were just over-excited to get there pokemon when they came to age.Once Kyle turned 10, his mother had somehow kept him in the house for another year, denying him to his journey. His mother had made him do all kinds of chores to be one only in the house. No matter how he moaned to his mother about how he wanted to go and start his journey, his mother wouldn't listen, she kept on saying things like 'Your still too young' or 'I won't have anyone to help me here'. She was very careful when it came to letting him out of the house, she always kept a close eye on him at all possible times.
But today, Kyle was going to escape the house. His mother had left to visit her sick relative, although she was careful in locking every door and window in the house, she didn't know what Kyle had been doing behind her back during these past months. Kyle had found a loose wooden board in the kitchen, he was careful in conceiling it, to make sure his mom never boarded it up. Slowly, he made his way down stairs. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich on the kitchen table. He pricked the loose wooden board and squeezed right through. Once out he stretched his arms, it felt good to finally get some fresh air, without his mom knowing.