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Ciro DeLithe., I cannot speak but I can dream.
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post Jun 25 2009, 01:18 PM
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Name: Ciro William DeLithe.
Age: Nineteen.
Hometown: Harlimton, Orre. A fan-city, hopefully that's alright. I figured seeing there are numerous cities that aren't mentioned in the games in the anime, so I went for it ^^;

Appearance:
Ciro, or 'Will' as he prefers to be called, is a rather curious individual, an albino to be exact. His skin is a creamy white color and burns very easily, generally within a half hour or so out in the sun. His hair too is stark white and kept in a rather messy style. His bangs hang in his eyes and he generally keeps the back tied up in a tiny ponytail at the base of his neck. However, there is so little to really work with, it's hard to believe he even manages that. If the color of his skin and hair weren't enough to show he is albino, his eyes are what definitely do it. They are a pale pink color, and they too are highly sensitive to light and thus, he prefers cloudy days and dark rooms to days of light.

Despite Ciro's sensitivity to harsh sunlight, he is rather well built in appearance, due to his home city being relatively overcast on most occasions. He is used to hard work, due to previous jobs on the railroad, and doesn't tire easily. Yet, though one would expect him to be a bit more compact due to heavy lifting, Ciro is still rather skinny, not exactly 'scrawny' but one wouldn't guess he used to work on a railroad as not much muscle mass has really built up. He's also rather tall, averaging close to six feet in height.

However, there is one more thing that sets Ciro apart from other people: he's mute. He cannot speak at all and instead either uses hand gestures or writes to communicate. At times he will seem to try to speak, by opening his mouth and forming the words, but he just plainly can't.

Ciro's clothing is generally made to protect his body from harsh sunlight, and thus, not much of his skin is showing. He normally wears a skin tight black undershirt with long sleeves that end at his wrists with a white t-shirt over top. Sometimes, generally during cooler days, he wears a brown-colored coat that looks like something from older times, around the industrial revolution. During warmer days he keeps it in the brown shoulder sling he carries over his shoulder.

His pants aren't exactly tight, but they aren't loose either, a pale brown in color. He wears no belt with them, as they stay up on their own, though he usually tucks them into his plain black shoes, which too look rather old fashioned. Not boots but, typical shoes from old times.

Atop his head can normally be seen a brown railroad hat with a brim that shades his sensitive eyes from the sun. Other than the brim, the hat is rather floppy and fits easily over his messy white hair.

Personality:
Ciro isn't exactly one to be at home at conventions or other events of festive get together, however, he doesn't seem to mind large groups of workers that much. Rather, he seems rightly at ease in such groups. He's naturally a hard worker, mainly due to his previous jobs, and generally doesn't mind helping people out and doing chores for no fee. It's almost as if he enjoys work.

He really tries to be a good influence on people, like he used to do with his siblings back home, and therefore doesn't do anything that would be non-lawful most of the time. Now, everyone's not completely lawful, so there are some rare occasions, but most of the time he is strictly law-abiding.

Ciro also does have a slight passion for reading, after all, much of his day to day life consists of communicating through writing along with other means, so why not read things others have written? Most of the sections he does read consist of poetry, mainly because of the ways the words fit together and how they create wonderful pictures in his mind.

Though he doesn't exactly understand the methods of Pokemon training, Ciro does have an eager outlook to learn and hopes to experience some new trials along the way. What he does know is that most people command their Pokemon with their voice and, thus, he hopes to accept the challenge of training the first team of Pokemon that can be controlled with and only with hand signals.

However, the art of battling is something that doesn't appeal to him in the least, which is probably why he has chosen the path of a coordinator. He hopes to only have to fight when he has to and never wants to knowingly harm a Pokemon. Unfortunately, even the path of a coordinator calls for battle if he wishes to build his team.

Biography:
Ciro grew up in a rather under-developed region of Orre called Harlimton, a large city that was completely devoid of modern technology. No computers were present here, and the phones were old fashioned, simply being the type with the circular dial and tube-shaped ear piece that you held to your ear. Buildings were of brick and took much longer to be built, as were the roads which were too brick rather than poured cement.

Cars here, though they were available, as were taxis and buses, were very old fashioned. Like the convertables of old times, and possibly the biggest paying jobs were to work in an old factory or on the railroad, the train of which ran purely off coal and was not as stream-lined as its more advanced cousins.

Pokemon too, like the rest of Orre were a rarity here. Older men that had traveled far had companions, mainly Growlithes with a few Poochyenas or so, to act as guard dogs, but even the police forces did not use Pokemon to help capture criminals. You'd see the occasional Rattata or Meowth scuffling around garbage cans, but, it was almost as if Harlimton had never been a home to Pokemon trainers.

However, Harlimton was a city stuck in fued with the rival city of Ferign, an equally technological-devoid city, which was positioned approximately fifty miles to the south. Ferign was slight large and more built to gain power over the surrounding cities, trying to pull them into an iron rule. Harlimton was trapped fighting for its freedom. However, fortunately, no Pokemon were drawn into it or injured during the warring's process, mainly due to Orre's isolation from Pokemon species and the two cities general uninterested view on Pokemon training.

Both of Ciro's parents were active participants in the warrings. His mother, Melody, was a nurse and tended to those that were injured or fell ill during the battles. Despite the lack of technology, she was a practiced care-giver with what she had and not many died under her care. Ciro's father, Fredrick, was a soldier in battle and fought both for the freedom of his city and the protection of his family. His favorite saying was, "Live let those who have different views in peace, but tear down the evils of tryanny when they arise. Only then may there be true freedom and union."

Thus, this left eleven-year-old Ciro to stay with his mother's parents, grandmother Chantel and grandfather Robert, with his two three-year-old siblings. However, neither grandparent was confident that they would be able to raise the struggling young boy as well as his own parents would. They both had streadily failing eyesight, and thus had a hard time understanding what Ciro needed for his main forms of communication relied heavily on others' sight.

However, Ciro did manage to get on okay on his own. He could cook, quite well in fact having learned through trial and error, and watched after his younger siblings from day to day, giving his grandparents much needed breaks. He had been homeschooled from an early age by his parents until the age of ten, when the wars started, and therefore began to teach whatever he could to Daniella and Daniel at their young age. However, it was left up to his grandparents to read to the two young children, for neither of them recognized sign language yet and, without a voice, he couldn't sound the words out for them.

However, it was gradually getting harder for his grandparents to care for themselves along with three growing children and, thus, at the age of twelve, Ciro began to search for a job to help support the family. He hadn't heard from either of his parents in over a year, but he managed to not worry too much by keeping himself busy with odd jobs around the city, most of which paid little but it was still something to put food on the table with.

However, he did finally manage to get a job on the nearby railroad, washing the old trains, easy maintenance, and replacing the railroad spikes on the tracks were some of the little odd jobs he tended to from day to day. He was paid minimum wage, after all, he was still a child, but every little bit helped.

Thanks to the cloudiness of Harlimton, Ciro was able to stay out and work during the day without too much worry. As long as he made sure he still covered up, which was a necessity anyway because of the chill of the town, he was burned rarely and his eyes were sheilded by the hat one of the other railroad workers gave him.

However, as Ciro turned thirteen, on Valentine's Day like always, the family recieved news of an ambush out on the field of battle. His father's life was one of the many that were taken and his mother was rapidly developing a sickness caused by her exposure to so many during her time as a medical nurse. She died a few weeks later.

This left young Ciro torn, but he only doubled his efforts on the railroad, trying to replace his grief with exhaustion through work. Both of his grandparents grew deeply worried for his health, but he refused to stay home and went out every day. Such pattern continued until he reached sixteen.

By this time, the war had, thankfully, died down considerably. Harlimton was beginning to pull out a victory, and there was a cheerful attitude in the streets now. Both of Ciro's siblings were healthy and eager to learn more, however, his grandparents were the ones that took over their teachings as Ciro's life was almost completely controlled by work. He did more advanced jobs now and was considered a fully paid laborer and an asset to the company.

However, as Ciro turned seventeen the war suddenly broke out full force again and Harlimton was rapidly losing soldiers. A draft was issued for all those seventeen and older, but below sixty to report for battle. Frantic, Ciro's grandparents begged for him to leave, not wanted to lose another one of their family to war, but the young man refused and merely continued his work on the railroad.

However, a few of the older citizens recognized him as he worked there, and he was forced to flee or else get pulled into the front lines of battle. Now realizing just how dangerous his position was, Ciro returned to his home only to bid good-bye to what remained of his known family and grab a few extra sets of clothes and a bag [which, unknown to him, had two Pokeballs slipped into it alongside other supplies courtesy of his grandparents] before stowing away on a ship headed for an unknown region. Furoh.

A great majority of those on the ship were younger citizens of Orre, around eleven or twelve, maybe thirteen that were set on a dream to become Pokemon masters of the new regions. Ciro had never really understood the methods of training, but decided he might as well find an occupation to take on in what would now be his new 'home'.

And thus, a future coordinator reached the Furoh shores... though, imagine his surprise when he found two Pokemon tagging along and a note that said simply, "Take care of yourself." Of course, then came the issue of trying to train the two Pokemon to react to signs, but that's a story to yet unfold.



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What is the biscuit's name? The answer is... Bertha!
Other Notes: Ciro hopes to specialize primarily in Steel and Grass types.

Sprites made by me, edits from Fire Emblem and Pokemon games *kicks the fact his bag is uploading as a .jpg*
Also, if anyone's concerned that it may be difficult to make detailed posts with a mute character, I've roleplayed with Ciro for a while and it's not too bad =3 Fun even. And I intend to roleplay out him teaching his Pokemon signs to make it realistic and such ^^

Looking forward to trying this roleplay! =3


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post Jun 25 2009, 02:56 PM
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Well, damn. I'm interested in seeing a mute albino played well. You better not disappoint!


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