Samson

Samson is my characer for the western themed pokemon rp I'm going to start up after I'm done this year of college.

I'm actualy pretty happy with this considering I never turn out good people art.

Yeah I know he looks a lot like toboe from wolfs rain, but I like the color combination, it just ended up that way.

Pokemon (c) nintendo
character and art (c) myself

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Rough bio, likely to change. There's also an NPC sheet on the way for him ^^
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note: keep in mind Samson has a country accent!!!

Samson was found at the age of 2 wandering around in a forest in Northern Johto by an old couple from Unova, traveling during their retirement and the winter’s fiercest storm of the year had covered any possible sign of direction. Upon further investigation by local officers the case was closed and custody of the child was passed to the elderly couple that found him.
He grew up in Unova under the watchful eye of his adoptive parents; but they never hid the fact that he was not their biological son. They saw him as a blessing because they had never been able to produce offspring of their own, and his sudden appearance inspired them to start a children’s shelter in their home town of Icirrus City.
On his 5th birthday his parents gave him a Ducklett because most of the kids in the shelter didn’t like him much and it broke their hearts to see him so lonely. The only child that ever spoke to him was a little girl named Eloise; she was dropped off at the shelter for a day while some legal matters were settled on familial custody. Apparently her parents had gone missing and she was to be brought to live with her uncle, who would also be inheriting her father’s company.
They had never seen someone so broken in all of their lives, it was obvious that she was very close with her mother and father. But to their surprise Samson walked right up to her and calmed her down by showing her his new Ducklett:

“It’s called ducklett” Samson said with a smile, taking Eloise’s hand and laying on the duck like pokemon’s soft feathers. “Soft isn’t it?”

Eloise looked at Samson with bloodshot eyes from crying all night and slowly cracked a smile. “Yeah”

Samson smiled as well “Do you know what it’s evolution is?” He asked her

Eloise screwed up her face as if she were thinking hard “Ummm, Swanna!” She said excitedly with a little bounce, petting Ducklett some more; her pigtails swinging back and forth.

Ducklett quacked and hopped up onto her lap, fluffing up his plumage

“I think he likes you” Samson said with a laugh

Eloise smiled but it faded quickly as her mind started to wander again.

“It’s ok” Samson said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “I Don’t know what happened to my parents either. You’ll be ok”

Eloise smiled once again. “Thank you Sam.”

“For what?”

“Eloise sweetheart, your uncle is here to pick you up.” Came a voice from the front porch.

“For distracting me.” She concluded, kissing him on the cheek before heading solemnly to the door.

He never saw her again.

When Samson became ten years of age he set out, like most young people, on his pokemon journey. But unlike the other children from the shelter he set his sights on Johto; he couldn’t put his finger on it but something was calling him home.
Chikorita, Vulpix and Doduo were his first pokemon, along with Ducklett. He took on many of the gym leaders and according to them, even though he wasn’t the best, you could tell he was working things out: planning complex move sets and patterns; he just needed to be a little quicker. And maybe, he could be the master one day.
By the time he was through with Johto he made his final decision; battling pokemon was not his true calling. He was a very kind hearted and caring individual and even if battling was more of a sport and brought trainers and their pokemon together, he just didn’t possess the fire it took to fuel a trainer’s thirst for victory.

So

He retired from pokemon training and decided to spend the next few years helping out a local family who lived on a ranch just outside of town. They had recently lost their caretaker because they couldn’t keep up his pay and the woman running the ranch was a single mother with 3 children (Two just born).
He grew fond of the little girl, Isabel; he saw her as a sister and he was very protective of her, especially since her twin brothers died a year after they were born from respiratory problems. Samson, took care of all the chores around the farm and fed the animals. Isabel would follow him around and ask a lot of questions; accompanied by Samson’s Dodrio, Ninetails, Meganium and Swanna.
Thy were all very close to him and were like family, but after 7 years Isabel was old enough to help her mother around the farm and it was time for Samson to chart his own course again; after a hard goodbye he left the ranch, leaving Swanna behind as capable hands to protect the new members of his life, and he set his sights for home.