Ah, alright. Thanks for telling me. Here is my character sheet.
Name: Hellorain Poison
Gender: Male
Age: 13 (and a half)
Appearance: Hellorain is tall and skinny with brunette hair that waves around his eyes. He has a small birthmark on the front his left calf in the shape of a closed pocket watch. Hellorain's clothing consists of a hoodie with leafless trees imprinted onto it. The color of the hoodie itself is goldenrod and the trees are a dim brown. On the hood of the sweatshirt lies two small horns that are brown and have no purpose other than to be fashionable. Below the belt lies khaki dress pants and two Oxford shoes, dark orange in color.
Personality: Hellorain is quiet and has trouble listening to others, as his heads are nearly always in the clouds. Socially, he comes across as stoic to people who aren't with him often. The boy is mature for his age, but he does from time to time show that he's only thirteen through poor choices in social and crisis situations. These traits conflict with each other, making Hellorain a person with many different moods. M.I.R.P.
Pokemon Form: Murkrow, but only until later. Hellorain is only just discovering his Pokemon Form.
Other: He enjoys talking about music and can talk for extended periods of time about the subject.
Password: Derp lord
Sample Paragraph: Hellorain Poison walked through the forest, scavenging for his favorite berry, the Roseli berry. He hadn't been able to find one for quite some time, assuming that it had become somewhat of a rarity. While walking through the lonely woods, he put some music on to soothe himself. Suddenly, Hellorain felt a tug on his hoodie. He immediately looked behind him, startled by the touch. What was behind him was none other than a Murkrow, beaten up and cold. Hellorain, both in awe and fear, slowly held his hand out to the Pokemon. He touched its wing and felt the cool temperature. "...Icy Wind..." Hellorain muttered. "If I could guess, I'd come to the conclusion that your boss had punished you for one reason or another," the teen mumbled. "Or maybe some trainer was making his Pokemon fight you." He then noticed a strange color on the bird's foot. "You must have been holding a berry," he guessed. "Here. Have this Oran berry. They're common around these parts and if your boss sees you come home empty-handed, he'll probably punish you." The Murkrow chirped in appreciation and flew away, and the boy continued his search for the Roseli Berry.