Name: Solomon Frances
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 132 lbs
Build: Tall and almost inhumanly skinny, it's not from a lack of attempted nourishment; rather, Solomon is plagued with an illness that even he doesn't understand the true scope of, and has a terrible time putting on weight. He's all sharp angles and skin pulled tight over a rickety frame, far from appealing, and he does his best to disguise it by wearing heavy layers.
Hair Color/Style: Once a lustrous brown, it has faded and paled with his lack of care, and falls around his face in uneven layers. At the longest, it grazes over his collar, and his bangs often fall in his eyes.
Eye Color: Honey brown, but lacking in verve and life lately.
Skin Tone: Very pale, and he has perpetual dark circles under his eyes. He also bruises easily.
Clothing: Typically, Solomon will wear clothes that are baggy and ill-fitting, trying to give the impression that there's more bulk beneath them than there really is. He's fond of hooded sweaters over several layers of tee shirts, both for the effect as well as to stave off the perpetual chill he feels. Dark jeans and darker belts tend to hold them up, while his favored shoes are large sneakers. It isn't unusual to see him with his hood up and a scarf around that, which tends to be quite the amusing sight until someone cares to touch his hands and feel just how cold he always is.
Distinguishable Marks: None really.
Occupation: Healer
Birthplace: -
Birthdate: March 3
Astrological Sign: Pisces
Dominating Characteristics
Imaginative and sensitive
Compassionate and kind
Selfless and unworldly
Intuitive and sympathetic
Hobbies: Playing poker and singing.
Secret Desire: To hold a grandchild. (He doesn't figure he'll live long enough to have children, much less grandchildren.)
Family: Huge. Solomon has family all over the place; it seems like every time he arrives in a new town he has a cousin or neice or someone who's willing to lend him a bed and try to feed him until he bursts. His immediate family is worried about him traveling, but at the same time, they don't like to talk about his illness, so they all sent him off very cheerfully, pretending absolutely nothing was wrong.
Mother: Adrienne Frances
Father: Brady Frances
Likes: Sunny days, soft things, music.
Dislikes: Cold things, dark places, being away from his girlfriend all the time.
Pokemon: None yet.
Short Bio
Solomon wasn't always sick.
A lively and energetic little boy, it wasn't until he hit puberty and began skyrocketing in height that his parents noticed his energy levels waning and his weight dropping rapidly. They thought he was simply going through a growth spurt, and while they had thought he would be moody like his siblings, they assumed that his lack of zeal and verve was his own way of expressing the shift in hormones. When he began to develop a thick, rattling cough, his parents became concerned, as did his older brothers.
The youngest in a family of eight, Solomon has always been considered the baby, and as such his brothers have taken a fairly active interest in his well-being for a very long time. At first he was the nuisance, and spoiled to boot, but when the circumstances arose where it seemed their baby brother was really sick, they rallied around and put their money together to get him sent to a doctor. The only problem was, no one could figure out what was wrong with him.
Because of his illness, Solomon was forced to retire his dreams of being a Pokemon trainer, and for a while, he did little more than lay around in bed and stare at the ceiling listlessly. With the loss of his dream it seemed that he began to fail rapidly, and his parents spent several stressful months watching their youngest child simply begin to fade.
Finally, they came to the decision that, until they had a name for the sickness that plagued their son, they would pretend that it didn't exist. They began to act normally around him again, encouraged him to take up his dreams of becoming a pokemon trainer once more. Their neighbors thought they were crazy and openly disapproved of them sending their sickly son out into the world, but they felt it was the best thing - and only thing - they could do for Solomon.
When he wasn't faced with the prospect of his imminent doom he actually began to improve. Not a lot, and slowly, but the more Solomon got out of the house the better he seemed to feel. He decided on his own that he didn't want to become a trainer, necessarily, but rather a healer - he wanted to mend the sick and broken, make it so Pokemon wouldn't have to feel the same way he did while he was alone and suffering all those months. So, he has set out, and even though his parents are scared to death - and he is a little too - he's trying to put his best foot forward.
The worst part about his adventures has to be that he's leaving his girlfriend of two years, a pretty young girl who has no desire to travel, behind. But he writes her letters, and he misses her very much.
