CIVILIAN, walker fitzroy

walker looks like your average teenager. he stands at five feet and five inches, having short genes due to his lineage and lack of nutrition. his skin is pale, somewhat unnaturally so due to his hatred towards the sun, and it's quite easy to see the dark bags under his eyes from his insomnia. the only time you won't see those bags are after the rare occasions in which he actually does fall asleep. they're still there, but they fade whenever he can get even an hour's sleep in. speaking of his eyes, he doesn't have the more natural blue, green, brown, or hazel eyes. no, he's stuck with red eyes. it could be worse, like being stuck with pink hair or something. he never understood how people could deal with such a horrible color on their head, natural or not.

on the topic of hair, his own is naturally a mess. he goes for weeks without brushing it, preferring the bedhead look to anything else. he just doesn't give even the slightest bit of care towards the matter. messy black hair is all the rage now, anyway. oh, it isn't? screw that, he's going with it. it's not like he shows it much. when he's working, he obviously can't do much about it, being in uniform and all. when he's in his usual clothing, he tends to hide his hair in his hood, taking comfort in having the fabric on either side of his face.

his choice of clothing is relatively plain. he goes by a first thing you grab out of the closet basis and then throws on a pair of jeans and some converse. his closet is filled with hoodies of various kinds, so it isn't that strange to see him in them almost all the time. he doesn't even bother to put a shirt underneath it. why bother? if he gets hot, he'll just have to deal with it. it's better than carrying around the extra layer all day.

hm... where to start? walker doesn't like to show his emotions for a variety of reasons. the main one is that it's a waste of time, but that's his excuse for everything. he's just afraid of acting out and screwing things over. to him, pushing people away is better than allowing people to get close to him. he tends to give the silent treatment to just about everyone unless he recognizes them as a superior. hell, he'll even try to ignore those who have wormed their way into the friend zone.

his tolerance levels are very low for a lot of things. when it comes to people pestering him, it doesn't take much to press all the wrong buttons. he tries to keep himself calm, seething while listening to whoever is bothering him, but it normally only takes about ten minutes to have him screaming at the top of his lungs to be left alone. after a small outburst, he'll march off to take some headache medicine. his short fuse is blamed on the constant headaches that plague the boy, and it isn't uncommon for him to have an emergency supply of advil or something in his pockets.

the other lower levels of tolerance come in other forms, a large portion of which is his tolerance towards alcohol. he is an absolute lightweight. one party from his freshman year, and he vowed never to try it again. just... no. he's a giddy, happy drunk, though, as the iron walls he put up around himself temporarily weaken by about two hundred percent. he also has a low tolerance for babies, and there have been times he has snapped at people in movie theaters and the like for bringing their kids into pg13 or r rated movies. talking or crying during movies is not something he is particularly fond of.

once you become at least friend zoned, you can see a different walker. he actually makes an attempt to be nice and give you longer conversations without him storming off into the nether. this is only once you've obtained his attention for longer than five seconds, of course. he has tunnel vision, and it's almost impossible to get his mind off of something once he's gotten into it. this is why he's never invited over to play video games. he's also super competitive, and any multiplayer game can send him into a oh hell yeah i'm going to win state.

oh, yeah, don't diss the magikarp. he loves that fish to death. it also technically isn't a pokemon he is training. the fish is rather untrainable with only splash as a move, so walker has officially dubbed him as a pet and his best friend. nothing more, nothing less, and if you have a problem with that, he'll tell you to go die in a ditch and let the murkrow feast upon your remains.

( this will be super short because proboards ate my eleven paragraphs, and i don't want to retype it all. grrrr... )

walker had a very average life. he was born in jubilife city to an average mother and an average father. his parents already "smoothed out the creases" of their parenting techniques after have two boys and a daughter, so they believed that walker would be a piece of cake. and he was, save for the moodiness and coming home with a bruise or torn shirt almost every other day. yes, he led the average life of the average child in jubilife. school was hell, filled with bullies who constantly targeted him and friends who would easily leave him in the dust to fend for himself, backstab him, and the like. he even had a friend who would join in with the bullies.

somewhere along the way, he grew to have insomnia. it might have been the homework workload, the bullies, or perhaps the growing threat of the gangs outside. he would stay up and try to do his homework, grow impatient, crumple it up, throw it against the wall, pick it back up, flatten it, attempt it again, grow mad once more, ditch his homework, and spend the rest of the night playing video games. it kept his mind off of the world and how horrible it was. when he was fifteen, his parents got him a pet magikarp, thinking that it would help him in his friendless troubles. they were only able to bypass the law by getting a liscence that said this is a pet and only a pet, no training, nada, and it's a magikarp. come on.

anyways, that fish became his best friend. he would watch the creature for hours on end, staring as it swam around in the giant fishtank in his room. it never left the tank, unless his parents took him on a trip to the lake or the beach. he got a lot of crap at school for owning a magikarp, but he took it in stride for a few moments before blowing up on the other students. now, at eighteen, he has yet to move out of his parents' house, despite all his siblings having already done so. his main reasoning was because it was a free room, free food, and he was in walking distance from his work at a rundown restaurant. however, the true reason is because he really didn't want to attempt to move the fishtank.

name: george
species: magikarp
gender: male
type: water
level: ten
ability: swift swim
moves: splash