Lee's Characters

Going to add to this as I create more characters so keep checking in!



Name: Kobayashi Kenji
Nickname: Kenji
Age: 15
Date of Birth: August 6th
Gender: Male
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 125
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Dominant Hand: Right

Occupation: Pokémon Trainer

Family: Has a grandmother who lives in Celadon City. No siblings.

Likes: Pokémon, helping people, strange things
Dislikes: Unhappy Pokémon, mean people, lightning

Personality: Kenji is kind and caring, not shy but generally quiet. He isn’t the type that jumps up to cause a scene, but rather prefers to sit back and enjoy the flowers. He is a bit absent minded and is easily distracted, which sometimes gets him into spots of trouble. It takes a lot to upset him, and more often than not, he will find a reason to smile. However, despite his helpful and friendly nature, he doesn’t really have friends, mostly because he never found a reason to get close to anyone. He prefers the company of Pokémon to people, but is still very respectful to everyone he meets. He wants to travel and become a better Pokémon trainer, but not because of any dreams of glory or triumph. Pokémon are his friends, and he wants to grow with them, but the idea of becoming the top champion has never really crossed his mind. Despite that, his ability to empathize and relate with them makes him an impressive trainer, although he would never look at himself in such a respect.

History: Kenji use to live in Goldenrod City with his Mother and Father, who were locally renowned Pokémon researchers. When he was six, his parents took him on a science expedition with them to a newly discovered island in search of exotic Pokémon. However, the trip turned disastrous when his parent’s plane was caught in an unexpected storm. It crash landed on the island, and his parents were killed in the accident. Kenji survived by sheer luck, and would have died from starvation and the cold if not for a wild Cyndyquil that was drawn by the smoke of the crash. It led him to shelter, collected berries for him to eat, and kept him warm with its fire. Together they weathered the storm, and when a rescue party eventually came in search of his parents, Kenji left the island with his very first Pokémon. Afterwards, he went to live with his only remaining relative, his grandmother who lived in Celadon. He grew up there, far away from the fame and legacy of his parents, spending most of his time wandering out into the forest with Cyndaquil. When he turned thirteen he left home and began to travel around Kanto, learning as much as he could about Pokémon and battling. He’s been travelling ever since, every now and then returning to Celadon to visit his grandmother and check in on her health, but never staying for very long.

.:Name: Christopher Roth
.:Nickname: Chris (although no one really calls him this because no one feels very casual around him)
.:Age: 27
.:Date of Birth: April 11th

.:Gender: Male
.:Height: 5’9”
.:Weight: 145
.:Eye Color: Red
.:Hair Color: White
.:Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

.:Character Attire: Button up shirt, slacks, and his favorite overcoat.
.:Martial Status: Single
.:Sexuality Preference: None
.:Occupation: Psychiatrist

.:Family: None living

.:Likes: Intellectuals, chess, snow, classical music, books
.:Dislikes: People that give up on themselves, people who abuse patients, cotton candy, having to wear a doctor’s uniform, most of his peers at the asylum, most people

.:Friends: Doesn’t have time for them.

.:Personality: Christopher is extremely intelligent and analytical. At the age of twenty-seven, he is already a highly regarded criminal psychiatrist, despite what his peers see as less than orthodox methods. His seriousness is often interpreted as coldness, and very often this might be the case as he rarely shows any emotion. He has been known to show anger on rare occasions, which is usually directed and caused by the orderlies of the asylum. He doesn’t have friends, even in his peers, mostly because he finds no use for them and feels they would interfere with his work. He tends to generally dislike the majority of the human population, but has an empathetic respect for the clinically insane. He believes that no one should be allowed to be a psychiatrist unless they could just as easily switch places with their patients, and his statement of such has caused some raised eyebrows from his colleagues. He also suffers from more than a few problems himself, including an extreme case of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nevertheless, he has an extremely impressive mind, and is probably one of the few doctors that actually believes in helping his patients.

.:History: Christopher was born into an extremely wealthy, influential, and upstanding family. His parents were some of the most popular people around, but to Christopher they were nothing but shallow and cold imposters. His entire childhood was spent attending parties and corporate functions, dressing up for photo ops and presenting a perfectly crafted image to the public eye. In reality, his parents treated him callously, abused him, and were anything but loving. The only companion he had growing up was his little sister, who was two years younger than him. They shared everything and were each others support through what was otherwise a lonely hell. However, when Christopher was fifteen years old, his sister fell into a deep depression. He at first thought that it was caused by the ordeals of their everyday life, but as time went on, he began to believe it was something more. He attempted to learn what it was, more than once directly approaching her about the topic, but never to any avail. After a while, he let it go, believing that if she needed to talk, she would tell him.

Years passed, and life continued on for Christopher and his sister, until one snowy morning in December. Christopher was seventeen at the time, and he had started to learn how to run the family business. On top of that, because of his extraordinary intelligence, he had already completed high school and was in his second year of college, where he was majoring in pharmaceutical chemistry. He woke up one morning, and after finding that his sister wasn’t at breakfast, he went to her room, assuming that she had simply slept in. Instead, he found her hanging from the ceiling, a handwritten note resting on the ground beneath her feet. It was an apology, addressed to him, written in black ink and stained with tears. In it, she explained how their father had been molesting her for the previous two years while their mother watched, and how she simply couldn’t live with it any more. She said she was sorry, for not telling him, and for being weak, and she went on to say that she hoped he was stronger than her. She closed the letter by asking him to leave their house, their parents, and never look back. Christopher did just that, but not before dealing out what he believed to be justice.

After discovering his sister, he snuck her body outside and buried her beneath the garden. At sunset he called his parents into the dining hall for what he told them was to be a “celebratory toast” for the family. His parents, still unaware of their daughter’s death, obliged him. He broke out a vintage wine, poured them glasses, and as they sat and drank, he informed them very matter-of-factly of their daughter’s death. At their gasps and cries of supposed anguish, he became furious. He screamed at them for daring to feel sorrow when they had been the ones to cause her such misery. He believed that they had no right to such emotions when they had done such horrible deeds. He ranted, and as he eventually calmed down, he became extremely cold and unemotional. He then informed them that he had placed a slow acting sedative in their drinks, one that made them unable to move, but left them quite conscious of their surroundings. As the drug set in, he said to his parents "For causing such Hell, you have sent yourselves there as well." With this final statement, he doused them and the dining hall in kerosene, set it ablaze, turned and left. Outside, he watched the inferno, and as the snow fell and the fire raged, he gave his sister a proper funeral and said his goodbyes.

After numerous trials, taxing court inquisitions, and detectives hungry for bribes, Christopher went on to sell the family company, keeping the profits to catapult his career in the direction of his new major, Psychiatry. He chose the career because of his sister, blaming himself for not being able to help her, and promising her memory that he would do everything to help those that had suffered similarly. He went on to become a highly regarded doctor, and now works as a psychiatrist for the criminally and clinically insane.

.:Name: Astrophel Firatheia, but uses the name Fell to keep a low profile.
.:Age: 20
.:Date of Birth: March 15th

.:Species: Human
.:Gender: Male
.:Height: 6'1"

.:Weight: 175
.:Eye Color: Red
.:Hair Color: Black
.:Dominant Hand: Right

.:Character Attire: Somewhat formal clothes in the colors of his family: crimson, white, and black.
.:Sexual Preference: Straight

.:Occupation: None to speak of, but when questioned, he says that he’s a travelling sword smith.
.:Family: Father: Marcus Firatheia (deceased), Mother: Cordelia Firatheia (deceased), Sister: Stella Firatheia (believed deceased).

.::Likes: Animals, honor, nature, personal space, swords, fire.
.::Dislikes: Politics, cruelty, religion, lemon squares, fire

.:Friends: Firion du Sevor (deceased), Blaize (a panther).

.:Personality: Fell is an intelligent young man, disciplined in body, mind, and spirit. He is both an excellent swordsman and a skilled tactician, as well as a superb hunter, sword smith, and woodsman. In personality he is just and compassionate, although generally quiet and not one for idle chatter. He lives by his morals, and despite being versed in the ways of politics and statecraft, follows a warrior’s code of honor. He is generally cautious of other people, but would die for someone close to him. He lives by loyalty; to his honor, his heart, and his heritage.

.:History: Astrophel was the firstborn child of Marcus Firatheia, the King of the country of Anatolia. Marcus, known as the Ruby King, brought up his children (Astrophel, and Stella when she was born a year later) to believe that a monarch’s power came from his people. Likewise, a people needed a monarch to control that power. It was a balanced art, and a ruler was on the same level as his subjects. Marcus had ruled for fifteen years when Fell was born, and was seen as a fair and just king. During his reign, he had reduced poverty, increased trade, and signed a peace treaty that ended the constant skirmishes with the rival country of Secrilund to the east. As Astrophel grew up, his father’s reign became a model which one day he would have to uphold.

Astrophel was taught in a manner befitting a prince. His days were filled with tours of the kingdom, from the aristocratic mansions to the peasant’s farms, and his evenings were booked with studying and lectures from some of the greatest minds in the land. He learned both the politics of aristocracy, and the hardships of peasantry, so as to better understand his kingdom and its people. He also learned weapons combat and the ways of assassination from his father’s weapon master, Firion du Sevor, so he could defend against techniques that could be used against him. Stella was brought up in the same manner as Astrophel, albeit with a few different subjects thrown in to her curriculum.

When Astrophel was ten years old, relations between Anatolia and Secrilund worsened. A group of Secrilians raided an Anotolian village on the border and burned it to the ground. The King of Secrilund claimed that the perpetrators were a group of raiders, in no way affiliated with the King’s soldiers, but public opinion said otherwise. Astrophel’s father, not wishing to shatter what remained of the peace treaty, took the King of Secrilund’s word and did not retaliate.

At this time, a man calling himself The Baron Achorol used the fear of an invasion to draw people to his banner, stating that the Ruby King’s inaction was a sign of old age and weakness. He said that Secrilund would take this as an invitation to walk in and seize Anatolia as their own, unhindered. He said that the only thing to do would be to invade Secrilund first. People, gripped by fear and mesmerized by his words, gave into anger and believed.

Marcus believed in his people, and he believed that they would never turn against him. As such he was unprepared when Baron Achorol stormed the royal castle in the capitol of Crimz with a thousand angry citizens at night. Still, Marcus believed that he and his family were safe; the castle had a small army of five thousand armed soldiers at its disposal. However, The Baron had brought something with him that Marcus was unprepared for, something not seen in Anatolia for well over a hundred years; Magic. The Baron and the enclave of sorceresses that followed him rained down fire and lightning on the castle, slaughtering the guards and demolishing the stone walls before entering to exact judgment on the royal family.

In the carnage that ensued, Cordelia and Marcus lost their lives. Firion du Sevor managed to secret Astrophel out of the castle, although he could find no trace of Stella, and believed she was killed with the rest of the family. During the escape, Astrophel’s left shoulder was burned by a fireball, and Firion lost an eye.

Following the escape, and for many years thereafter, Firion and Astrophel lived in the woods in hiding. Achorol became self proclaimed king of Anatolia, changed the capitol's name to Sorcene, and started an eight year campaign against Secrilund which ended in a stalemate. During this time, Astrophel and Firion trained, all the while planning to one day take back the kingdom and get revenge on the Baron. Due to recent events, those plans were kick started into action.

.:Name: Caine Marcos
.:Nickname: None
.:Age: 15
.:Date of Birth: September 25th

.:Species: Demigod
.:Gender: Male
.:Height: 5’6”

.:Weight: 135
.:Eye Color: Blue
.:Hair Color: Black and White
.:Dominant Hand: Right
.:Character Attire: Normally Black
.:Sexual Preference: Straight

.:Occupation: Student
.:Family: Father: Azrael, Mother: Amanda Marcos, Half-Brother: Alexi Marcos.

.::Likes: Animals, drawing, music, books.
.::Dislikes: Bullys, death, pudding.

.:Personality: Caine is relatively level headed for a fifteen year old. He’s not the type to cause a fight, and usually does his best to keep his nose clean. He has a bit of a self-esteem issue due to his strained relationship with his father, and feels extremely “normal”, to the point that he feels as if he doesn’t fit in. He’s polite, and overall, a nice kid, although a bit detached.

.:History: Caine grew up with his mother and his half-brother, Alexi, being the younger, more sheltered sibling. His mother was a caring parent, if a little overwhelmed due to career and relationship problems. Caine grew up without knowing his father, who was in fact the Angel of Death. When his half-brother Alexi started developing abilities due to his own parentage, their mother informed Caine of his own supernatural bloodline and his potential to be “different”. When Alexi turned 14, he was sent off to Solomnus Academy, a private and secret 5-year boarding school for the “paranormally gifted”. Two years later, when Caine turned 14, he was also sent off to Solomnus, although he had yet to show any abilities. At present, Caine has finished his first year at Solomnus, and is about to begin his second.

.:Name: Alexi Marcos
.:Nickname: Lex
.:Age: 17
.:Date of Birth: August 13th

.:Species: Fire Spirit
.:Gender: Male
.:Height: 5’9”

.:Weight: 160
.:Eye Color: Black
.:Hair Color: Hazel, but Red when he makes fire.
.:Dominant Hand: Right

.:Character Attire: Black, with red sometimes.
.:Sexual Preference: Straight

.:Occupation: Student
.:Family: Father: Phyros (Peter), Mother: Amanda Marcos, Half-Brother: Caine Marcos


.::Likes: Fire, Sports, Fighting, Being a smartass, Dogs.
.::Dislikes: People messing with his brother, Chick flicks, Cats.

.:Personality: Lex is brash, sarcastic, and enjoys having fun with life. He’s a fighter, and while he can be responsible, he loves the occasional practical joke. He doesn’t get emotional per say, but he has a bit of a temper. Not so interested in scholastics as he is in chicks, cars, and docuhebags he can fight. He looks out for his brother, even though they have differing views on most things.

.:History: Lex is the oldest son of Amanda Marcos. His father was her only husband, who happened to be a greek fire spirit. He died shortly after Lex’s birth, and Lex grew up being the man of the family. His early years in school were hard, not because Lex was stupid, but because he fought with most of the students. When Lex was about 11, his familial abilities began to surface, which allowed him to create and manipulate fire. A few months later, representatives of Solomnus Academy came to Lex’s house to talk with his mother, and when lex turned 14 he began his new “education”.