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Ol' Man Sambo; PK's own insane 80-year-old man!
Topic Started: Apr 16 2008, 10:33 PM (273 Views)
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Name: Ol' Man Sambo

Age: 80

Gender: Male

Country: Lascia

Class: Vigilante

Liege: Not Applicable

Starting Town: Forest of Ae

Chosen Weapon: Plain Wooden Staff

Appearance:

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Having the facial appearance above, his physical physique resembles that of most men his age. Standing at 4' 3", Sambo is quite short, but still stout, due to his years of surviving in the forest, and his skin is old and tarnished. His face can create a potentially endless amount of odd-looking faces ranging from puppy-dog eyes, to complete confusion, to the biggest smile one's face can contain. The white/gray/black hair atop his head is never combed, and is always very fluffy. It sticks out in poofs, creating an almost wild look, matching his personality. The facial hair that spreads down his face to his cheeks and chin is thick and bushy, it's length varying in certain spots.

The hands which reside at the ends of his arms are worn and rough, yet thick and sturdy. His ensemble of clothes is extremely odd, seeing as how he wears them all inside-out, a very peculiar thing indeed. From his shoulders down to his toes, his physical features are small yet muscular, and although he is old in age, his body has still remained in fairly good condition. The slight bend in his back seems to interfere with his full physical potential, causing him to use an old, plain wooden staff to help him move along.

Personality: If you had to describe Ol' Man Sambo's personality in one word it would totally, completely, absolutely, entirely, and utterly be: insane. Reality to Sambo is like unreality to ordinary people. The line between rational and irrational, sense and nonsense has blurred and dissipated so thinly that it simply has ceased to exist. His behavior and manners have melted into something that truly cannot be comprehended and there is absolutely no reason behind the things he does. When addressing someone, he calls men "ma'am" and women "sir", and years of living in the mountains away from full human contact has decreased his communication skills even more. But he does not mean to insult nor be disrespectful or sarcastic when speaking, his insaneness just simply gets in the way. When greeting someone he uses a farewell, and in bidding a farewell, he uses a greeting. Any time Sambo gets the chance, he will reverse and switch around words in this manner.

Telling jokes and riddles is one of his favorite things to do, but they never make any sense whatsoever. While reading a book, he turns it upside down to do so. Sometimes while eating, he will stick his face down into the food, and consume it in a quite sloppy manner. Or he might just stuff the food into his inside-out pants... At any time, any place, and during any situation, he can instantly fall asleep at will or by accident. Many other things happen at random times with Ol' Sambo, such as yelling, screaming, talking in gibberish, and an uncontrollable flow of laughter that can instantly stop. Not only does he have habit-like insane reactions, but it seems that every day he may do something completely new and crazy. All in all, this elderly man is unpredictable, comical, extremely odd, and as stated before: insane.

Biography: One spring morning, on the steps of the Parthalon children's orphanage, a new-born baby boy was left, wrapped in a tiny blue blanket, with a card laying atop. The card simply read "Sambo". Seeing as how it was an orphanage, the baby was taken in, cared for, and appropriately named 'Sambo'. Just like any other baby, he was a giggling, eating, sleeping, and pooping bundle of joy. As he grew under the guidance of the orphanage care-takers, he was quite different than most of the other children. His sense of humor was quite broad, and could laugh at almost anything. Practicing several odd behaviors, his care-takers began to be quite worried, and even though Sambo would try to act better when they would correct or punish him, his impulses of silliness and oddness seemed to be uncontrollable.

As a young teenager, he took up the hobby of reading in the library by himself, so as not to bother the other kids. But as always, he produced another peculiar habit whilst reading: He read the books upside-down. Yes, it seemed as though everything the young boy did seemed to have some sort of irregular backfire to it. Years passed, and he grew into a young man, but with each year, his oddness seemed to increase, and the control he had over it seemed to decrease. It soon came to the point where he decided to just give into it. Maybe life would be better that way, seeing as how he was so happy in his ways. And in doing this, young Sambo was soon completely enveloped in wacky insaneness. Life did take on a much cheerier outlook, with his insanity causing his mind to pass into a world of it's own, and not having to worry about the saddening things of reality.

For the last few years at the orphanage, the care-takers tried their best to have patience with Sambo, and when he became 17, it was time for him to leave the orphanage and go out on his own. Even though his elders were sad to see him go, it was almost a relief to have the insane young man go. Although he was crazy, Sambo still had the basic human instincts of survival, yet he completely ignored common sense. Searching for a job, Sambo joined a group of entertainers as a jester, but seeing as how he fit his job so well, the others in the group didn't exactly know how to cope with him. Even before his first performance with them, Sambo was fired.

So there Sambo was, an insane 17-year-old, who was an outcast from a society who didn't understand him. But frankly, Sambo didn't care in the slightest, the fact of being an outcast just seemed to make him chuckle when he thought about it, instead of depressing him. After living on the streets for a few weeks, Sambo looked to the Forest of Ae, where it was magical, peaceful, and the Pokemon ran free. Taking his small bag of belongings and clothes, he began his march out of the city, and into the forest. Even though he was used to city life, the young man soon adapted to life in the forest among nature. He found a suitable cave deep in the magical wood, a few miles away from the city of Airgialla, in which he could stay till he was able to fashion some sort of other shelter. Through the next several months, Sambo spent his days getting acquainted with the forest, and tried to get to know the Pokemon, but screaming and rolling around on the ground is exactly the best way to make friends. He also began to start work on a small, wooden cabin next to the cave, buying tools and supplies from Airgialla with money he made from selling a variety of things that he found in the forest.

Even though Sambo was insane, he wasn't incapable of work, and after lots of effort and time, he finally finished his small cabin. The years passed, and Sambo stayed in solitude in the magical forest, with the exception of occasional visits to Airgialla for buying/selling/trading, and living day by day in the vast depths of insanity. In his later years, he adopted the name "Ol' Man Sambo", which he seemed to like fairly well, and for over 60 years, he lived in this fashion. But one day, while on a visit in town, a traveling merchant persuaded him into buying a few Pokeorbs. Fascinated with these contraptions, and wanting to have Pokemon of his own, Sambo began his quest, a quest of true insanity.

RP Sample: It was a normal day in Airgialla, the year-round spring weather was as magical and beautiful as it ever was. A traveling merchant slowly plodded along the ground near the trunks of the large trees, pushing along his cart filled with a variety of items. Including Pokeorbs, Potions, Pokepedias, and several other basic things relating to Pokemon Keeper supplies. As he walked and pushed, he called out to the people around and above him, announcing the different items that he was peddling, trying to attract as many customers as he could. But business had been slow that day, with 4 or 5 lookers, and only one buyer. But still he kept pushing, walking, and advertising, unaware that he was about to come upon the strangest customer and person he had ever met in his life.

Sambo had just been in town, selling his usual bundle of special wood and herbs from the forest to the shops in town. He was happily walking along, his wooden staff pressing then lifting off the ground, and he was singing loudly in an old and cracking voice one of his favorite songs:

"Well, Ol' Dan Tucker was a fine ol' man,
Washed his face in a fryin' pan,
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel,
Died with a toothpick in his heel!
Get on along Ol' Dan Tucker,
Get on along Ol' Dan Tucker,
Get on along Ol' Dan Tucker,
He's so lazy he missed his supper,
Cause supper's over and dinner's a cookin',
Ol' Dan Tucker just-a standin' there lookin'!"

Suddenly, the old man and the peddler crashed head-on with each other, causing Sambo to fall backwards onto his behind, and the things in the cart bounced around, scattering them out of their respectful places. "Heeey! Watch where yer goin'!", the peddler shouted angrily at Sambo as the old man slowly picked himself up off the ground. "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, I was here first young lady!", he replied to the peddler while taking his staff and slapping it against the wheels of the cart a few times. "Is that supposed to be some kinda ins-", the man tried to say before Sambo quickly interrupted while reaching into the cart to pick up a Pokeorb. "Saaaay, aren't these them contraptions that you use to suck up Pokemon?"

Seeing a potential customer, the man quickly lost his attitude, hoping to make a sale to this old man. "Why, yes they are, kind sir! But they do much more than that, not only do they capture the Pokemon, but they also instantly tame them, and enable you to contain and release them at will. Pokemon Keeping is one of the largest fads in all of Innisfree, practically everyone is doing it!"

Sambo made a 'Hmm' sound to himself as he rolled around the Pokeorb in his hand, examining it and thinking. He then raised his arm back, and flung the Pokeorb at the peddler with a 'Hah!'. "Owww, not me you old coot, a Pokemon, a POKEMON!", the man yelled as the Pokeorb hit him on the forehead and fell to the ground. "Yes, yes, ofcourse!", Sambo chuckled as he examined the items in the cart once more.

Still slightly agitated, the peddler tried to cover up his aggravation as best he could, "Would you be interested in buying some, sir? Along with a few potions and a Pokepedia to help you along with your Pokemon Keeping?"
"You're sure that they don't work on people?"
"Positively"
"Maybe I should try again!", Sambo exclaimed as he tossed another Pokeorb at the man, this time hitting him in the chest.
"No! No! No! They do not work on humans! Now, are you interested or not, old man, because if you're not, I'm going to be moving along."

In response, Sambo let out a loud shriek that turned faces from several people around them, and an aggravated/humiliated look slowly crept across the peddlers face. "I'll take that as a no, then...", the man said as he began to reach for the handles of his cart.

"That was actually a yes, you little whipper-snapper!", and with that came another Pokeorb hurtling towards the man.
"Ok! Ok! OK!!! Here's a special deal I'm running just for you, if you'll just get away from me! 6 Pokeorbs, 3 Potions, and a Pokepedia for a low, low price!", the man said as he quickly pulled the cart away from Sambo, but not before another orb hit him in the knee, followed by a maniacal chuckle from the old man. Picking up the four orbs which had been thrown at him by Sambo, and getting two more out of his cart along with 3 Potions and a Pokepedia, the man handed them to Sambo, who stuffed it all down into the satchel hanging at his side.

After paying the peddler from the money he had just made earlier that day, the man hurriedly pushed his cart in the opposite direction that Sambo began to walk in, who was patting his bag full of Pokemon Keeper equipment, and whistling the tune of the song he had been singing before. The old man quickly made his way home through the forest, at least, as quickly as a man his age could go, so that he could pack up some other necessities that he would need. While rummaging through his old and tarnished things, he picked out a sturdy rope, and some flint and tinder, inserting them into his satchel. While in his cabinets, finding food and putting it with his other items, he pulled out a half-eaten loaf of bread, and behind it sat a small Rattata nibbling on some of Sambo's favorite cheese.

"So YOU'RE the perpetrator who's been stealing my cheese!", the old man bellowed at the tiny Pokemon, as he raised his staff and thrust it towards the Rattata. With a squeal of surprise and fear, the purple Pokemon burst out of the cabinets, leaping over Sambo's head, and landing on the table behind him. Sliding across the table, the mouse knocked some dirty dishes off, sending them clattering to the floor. Raising his staff once again, and bringing it down on the table, the Pokemon quickly jumped out of the way and made a dash for the door. "Oh no ya don't, you little varmint!", Sambo yelled at the Rattata, and reaching into his satchel, he quickly pulled out something, and threw it through the air towards the mouse. "Go, Pokeorb that won't catch a person!".

But instead of a Pokeorb, his Pokepedia went flying through the air, barely scuffing the Rattata's tail as it went scuttling out the open doorway. The old man then gave chase after the little mouse, first picking up the book which lay on the floor, and putting it back in it's proper place. With staff held high, he closed the door behind him, and began to hobble after the Pokemon, making loud mumbling noises as he went.

But the purple Pokemon soon out-ran the old man, and it dove into a big patch of lush bushes. Soon catching up to the bushes, Sambo pushed aside the limbs and branches, making his way through the thicket. After a few seconds, the bushes were so thick and large, that Sambo could barely move. Seeing something that looked like an opening to his left, he pushed in that direction, and as he just about reached the clearing, his satchel got caught on a branch.

Tugging and pulling on it vigorously, the branch suddenly broke off, and Sambo went tumbling backwards, out of the thicket, tripping over something laying at the edge of the clearing. Careening backwards through the air, the things in his satchel fell out, spiraling through the air in different directions. He never saw exactly what he had tripped on as he hit the hard ground, on his back, knocking the wind right out of him. All he could see was one of his Pokeorbs floating mid-air, the rune deeply glowing, and a red beam of light being absorbed inside of it

Then it all went dark.
'Insanity is not the lack of wisdom, but the total absence thereof.'
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'A quest to bring the seriousness of Innisfree to its knees!'

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Aaaah, I can honestly say I loved reading this, hahahaha. This is by far the funniest sign-up we've had, or likely any site, I suspect. Nothing much else to say, I think that's got it all, haha. 600 Gold pieces and a Pokie!

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Thank ya, Thank ya, Thank ya very much! *Does the Elvis Leg-Shake*

After much thought and debate, I do believe that I shall go with...

A double-cheeseburger, frie--- err, I mean, uh....

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'Insanity is not the lack of wisdom, but the total absence thereof.'
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'A quest to bring the seriousness of Innisfree to its knees!'

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:electrike
Fenrir :m Lvl 10

:ponytas
Tizona :m Lvl 06

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A knight is sworn to valor. His heart knows only virtue. His blade defends the helpless. His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth. His wrath undoes the wicked.
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