Name: Issac Prentice
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Starter Pokemon: Random (Preferred type: Dark)
P★DA Appearance: Purple Casing with a sticker of a mic on it's back.
Scooter Appearance: A simple blue and white paint job. He also spray painted a small logo to the front of it
Appearance: 
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Personality: Issac is very mistrusting. He tries to keep people at arms length. That being said, he's not antisocial. He just carefully picks his friends and watches what he
says to people. He just buries himself in his own little shell and would take some coaxing to get him to come out and talk freely. He also feels very relaxed at night and very calm.
Issac also dabbles a bit into the arts. He sometimes writes poetry and raps whenever he has time, but especially during the night. It's been awhile since he's ever written anything
at all though.
Bio: Issac was born into a very poor family and at first never had an aspiration to be a pokemon trainer when he was young. He's always wanted to become a poet or maybe even a singer.
Some of his friends even ridiculed him over it since he never really got into the whole pokemon training. This served to push him further into his own social shell.
During moonlit lights as a kid, sometimes he would sneak out of the house and go into the forest. Everyone warned him not to go there especially at night, but he went anyway. The
Pokemon there at night fascinated him. It not only gave him inspiration, but it sort of kindled a want to train pokemon.
When he came of age he decided to set out into the world, filled with wanderlust and the need to see what was beyond his own little town.
Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UfMrLTbog0o
Relationships:
Crush/Romantic Relationships: He's looking for someone who could coax him out of his shell, someone he could truly talk to.
RP Sample:
His rendezvous with his uncle had not gone as he had expected. He was blatantly turned down, his uncle hearing of his parents disowning him after he left. Anger washed over him. He wasn't angry at his uncle, but at the world. Why did it have to take his sister and judge everyone's worth. He walked dejectedly from his uncle's apartment and decided to walk down his favorite street. The street just so happened to have the diner they were in, unbeknownst to him. He had gone to that diner as a kid when his father went to visit his uncle, which is why he was so familiar with the streets of San Francisco.
He stood in front of the door way pushing open the door as it rang the bells. It alerted the waiters to his presence and they calmly walked to serve him. He ignored the person who had cursed in the corner, what she did was her own business. He caught a glimpse of what looked to be a goblin in the corner. He smirked since he has not seen one in a while. He sat down on the counter ordering his favorite meal, an 8 oz. steak cooked medium well.
He had thought about his priorities and what he needed to do next. He had to assemble a crew. He couldn't start his pirate career with no crew to help him. He couldn't be a band of robbers with one person in it. And he needed others people's support to bring the world to light of it's incrimination. Maybe he could change the world, but it seemed so far off and he felt so insignificant. Still, he took it one step at a time. His meal arrived as he decided that a crew would be assembled under his banner, but the problem was where to start.
