[name]
Elric Anselm "Cain" Bernhardt II
[EL-rick] [ANN-sum] [CANE] [BURN-heart] [the second]

[age]
Nineteen years young. {19} <---(for the visually impaired)

[gender]
Macho Man. Isn't it obvious?

[race]
Human

[hometown]
Unknown; Assumed to be a traveler from across many seas.

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[description]
Physical Appearance: Hopefully you saw the image above. If, not, go get your eyes checked. With hair so perfectly flaxen blonde, you may wonder if this young man dyes his hair. Ask him, and you'll get a very stern "No." It's natural, so he says. And if you suggest otherwise, be prepared for the fury attack of a lifetime. This boy can get extremely defensive about such a matter as his hair. He spends enough time beautifying it, layering it, and keeping it healthy and clean, that if someone even just tried to question the sensitive subject of his hair color, they would be crossing the line. He really should get a sign that reading, "DANGER. INQUIRY REGARDING HAIR IS PROHIBITED AT ALL TIMES. VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTED." That might give onlookers a big hint. Just maybe.

{The Eyes...} Eyes of a dark chocolate tint especially confuse spectators; concerning his hair being blonde, his non-light eye color only goes to raise doubts that his hair is fake. Mention anything about this and he'll arrange your personal execution. These dark orbs are usually hidden, for he keeps his eyes somewhat narrowed as if he's angry. Of course, this isn't a permanent thing - he just does it to look tough. And most of the time, it works pretty well. But if they aren't found somewhat squinting, they are giving come-hither looks that tease those who take the time to ogle.

{The skin...} His skin is something that can be committed to being totally natural. His skin tone is that of a pale peach color, tanning slightly in the summertime. His face, some women have been said carved by the gods. Save for a few marks here and there. His jaw is long and angular, and his lips are downturned and pouty. With a nose so perfectly sculpted and centered, it's no surprise that they call it a "Greek nose" - a type perfectly straight with no curves or hooked like shape at all. He has ample forehead enough to look cute but a firm enough jaw to look stern.

{The dignifying marks...} There are literally some carvings in his face, where he's been scarred by cuts from sharp objects. There are cuts on his left cheek, under his left eye, on the bridge of his nose, and on the leftmost side of his forehead. Most noticeably, there is an X-shaped scar directly on his left cheek. Some say it's from wild Pokemon, and others say that it's from fighting. He says it's from both. Of course, these marks detract from his physical attractiveness, but he ignores it. He treats them as battle wounds, and to him, they are just notches in the belt. 'Sides, they add to his suave look.

{The body...} With the face of an angel, it comes with the body of one too. Cain is neither a bodybuilder nor a scrawny stick. He's in between. Working out on a weekly basis, he's able to keep in good shape without going overboard like he's on some serious steroids. His build is athletic, carrying a firm six-pack and lean but muscular limbs. His body is long, measuring out to 6'2" (six feet, two inches). Weighing about 169 lbs. (pounds), he's very healthy for his age. And ladies, those hands and feet are big and long~! Believe it~!

{The Miscellaneous...} For a guy, the most unusual thing about him is his tendency to paint his nails white. Sometimes he goes natural, but if not, you would usually see him with painted nails (white is the only color he'll go for; if he's wearing anything else, something may be wrong in the noggin). Otherwise body-wise, he's normal.

Personal Apparel: Cain is the type of guy who likes to dress nice. He is not sloppy and would not even consider being around those who dress sloppy or look unpresentable. So with his clothing, he follows suit. Usually, he wears a colored dress shirt, with tailored black pants, a favorite silver buckle belt, and pointy white leather loafers (slip on dress shoes). With his dress shirts, he likes to wear a variety of colors, mainly depending on the season. He wears warmer colors when it's hotter outside, and cooler tones in the cold weather. When it's perfectly in between, he'll just go with a shade of blue such as his favorite dark turquoise shirt. Cain prefers to leave the first button undone, revealing his neck and some chest. He just doesn't like clothing around his neck area; it's for the sake of comfort, instead of sexiness! (But it works both ways~)

{The Accessories...} As far as accessories are concerned, he likes to keep things simple and clean. He wears a black rope necklace, where else: Around his neck! (NO WAI) It has a medley of knots tied into it, which Cain refuses to give a straight answer about. Sometimes he says they represent how many people he's killed; sometimes he says they're the number of different girls he's f***ed; other times he says that number is the age he left home or became the leader of Cargen. Who knows for sure. (He likes to think it's the number of girls he's had his way with. It might be true. And look closely, that's a hell-of-a-lot-of knots~!) Sometimes, Cain covers his face with a pair of Aviator sunglasses. The lens/frame colors range from: brown lens/bronze frame to dark red lens/white frame to a smoky-charcoal gray lens/gunmetal frame. Whatever the color or style, they all manage to keep some of his identity concealed and up his charm. Finally, on his left hand, he wears a ring that looks much like a class ring. It's a sterling silver ring, with a dragon shape carved into it. WHO'S THAT POKEMON!?!? Only you can find out!!! (It's GYARADOS! GYAHHH!)

[personality]
If you didn't discover who this man is by now, you must be somewhat dense. He's an egotistical narcissist, who thinks he's got god-like abilities and can do anything he wants to anyone he wants. This man must be in charge of things all the time, must be the #1 go-to-guy, and must be the most powerful person out there. He won't tolerate losing, losers, or people and pokemon who are too weak to meet his standards. Vanity, conceit, selfishness, elitism, and egotism are great words to describe him. When he's not worshiping himself or acting high-and-mighty, he's charming women with his, well, charm. He finds himself irresistible at times. At least it seems so.

Maybe he doesn't think he's god-like, just puts it up as a front because his reputation demands it. No one knows. Why? He doesn't exactly tell the same story every time. No, in fact, you could say he can be a compulsive liar to those who don't know him well. He likes to joke around, though, so that could be the reason for this. It's not like he's got mythomania - he just enjoys confusing others and letting people know nothing of himself. Mystery man.

Other than these outwardly attributes, he's a born leader. He never tries to be too serious with people; he'd rather act as if everything's a game. But don't get him wrong, he knows how to become extremely intense when the time calls for it. He can be stubborn in that he thinks his ideas are above all, but he knows when to listen in to other people and their thoughts when he thinks they are beneficial. He isn't quick to anger; but he will pretend as if little things set him off to put people in their places. Truly, he's easy going for an evil mastermind.

For positives again, he's devoted to his work. Cain doesn't enjoy lazing around and doing nothing. Even if he's relaxing, it's in the form of a party, dance or as a host. He's a deep thinker who does think before he acts. A courageous fighting spirit, he won't give up. No matter what. Even if he's in a tight spot, he won't let his fellow Cargens take all the blows. He helps out those who help him (so if you serve him well, he will consider you vital and worth saving).

Lastly, around women, he's a little bit of a player. He acts suave, cool, and thinks as if the female in question wants to drop down at his feet. But he's definitely not tacky. Though cocky and arrogant, he is attentive to women's needs. He won't treat a girl badly or abuse her, even if he just wanted her for his own physical needs. He couldn't care less if he 'got' a woman or not - he's independent and doesn't need them to make himself feel better. He just enjoys showing off his confidence to everyone. Cain is the type of guy who's decisive and doesn't hesitate when he speaks. After making a decision, he won't second-guess himself or go back on his word. He voices his opinion and doesn't worry about offending others.

Your favorite egotistical narcissist, Cain, at your service at his service.

[background]
Cain was born privileged. Let's just put it that way. Born into a rich family, his mother was a CEO of the company that manufactured power-up items such as Calcium and Iron, and his father owned his own Pokéball-making business that happened to be successful at the time. You definitely couldn't deny the fact that Cain lived the lavish, luxurious life. He had maids at his hand and foot all the time from the time he was 7 days old, until he was 17. His parents were both insanely rich, and their companies were both doing well.

When Cain started school, at 3 years old, his father began making a revolutionary pokeball. It had 5x the Chance of Catching a Pokémon than using a standard Pokéball. And, every step you took with the Pokéball and its captured Pokemon, it would gain experience. It was as if the Pokeball itself had its own training gym inside of it, that the Pokemon could utilize at any time, and become stronger the longer you held onto it. This way, Pokemon wouldn't have to constantly fight to gain experience. Of course, one step only equalled a fraction of 1 experience point, but with time, your Pokemon could gain a level just staying in its Pokéball. And the best advancement was, that they gained stats as well. Of course the stats wouldn't be the same as a normally trained Pokemon, but they would still be getting stronger.

This was a new way to raise Pokemon, and Cain's father would be making millions with this creation. Cain knew of his father's advancements in Pokéball creation, as did many of the kids at his school. When he entered kindergarten, he was already renowned as the richest, most popular student of his time. He could afford anything he wanted and had access to any Pokemon he wanted (legendaries excluded). But when he was 5, he met someone who changed his perspectives. He was in the 1st grade of Pokeschool, and he met his best friend. She was a girl, and none of the guys at school dared to make fun of Elric Anselm "Cain" Bernhardt II. His parents had so much power in their region, that they could pretty much control anyone they wished. It was like his parents were the presidents.

But not everything was so fancy and fun. Although he had made a new friend, who wasn't there for him just because of his social status, his parents faced a dilemma. A snag in their marriage you could say. And there was no repairing that. His parents stayed together for 5 more years, when Cain was 10 and officially a Pokemon trainer, to break the news to him. They would be getting a divorce. His father would have custody.

Cain and his mother never were really close, although he knew she loved him. His mother, however, had met someone else. Someone without as much money as his father, but who offered love that Elric the First couldn't give. And so his parents separated when Cain became 10, the official age of evolution into being a Pokemon trainer. Cain wasn't so affected: his father still had power, an estate, and people working under him. Cain still lived in luxury. Until a year later.

For 8 years, his father had been working on this Pokeball. He had made many prototypes and first models, but none had worked properly. Then, when Cain turned 11, everything changed. His father had created the perfect model! Everything worked accordingly: he captured a Pokemon, walked around with the thing all day, and as soon as it came out of the Pokéball, it was demonstrating techniques that it hadn't had when it was first captured! Crisis. His father's Pokéball was stolen, as well as the work, the blueprints, prototypes, everything. The team of scientists that his father was working with were all kidnapped, and who was behind it all? Cargen.

They had traveled all the way from the Anoosta Region to Cain's homeland just to steal this revolutionary Pokéball. And his father? He went after them. He sent people after them, spies, everything. But nothing was found. From that day forward, Cain and his father would travel the world until they found Cargen's hiding place. Of course they wouldn't have thought of visiting the quiet little Anoosta Region to look. So they searched everywhere: Johto, Kanto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, everywhere. Cain was enrolled in an online program to complete his education. He was a bright kid so it wasn't a challenge for him.

The thing he missed most was his best friend, the girl who had changed him. But being on the road, catered to, not having to be around kids his age, he matured in an unusual way. He was never the same. In fact, Cain knew more about Cargen than he wanted to tell to his father. He appreciated them and their work, and liked the idea of a super pokemon that they were trying to find or create. His father had become weak after this incident. He lost his charm, his strength, his power over others. His commanding presence had disappeared. He was driven into madness trying to find this Pokéball that he had been developing for 8 long years.

The divorce that happened 2 years prior didn't help. So for 6 long years, until Cain was 17, he spent his time learning, on the road, training his body and mind, and sticking around his crazy-old-dad who wouldn't give up his search. Finally, Cain divulged information that he somehow knew about Cargen. He told his father that they were based in the Anoosta Region. His father was ecstatic, and them and their entourage immediately moved to the Anoosta Region. Upon discovering their hideout, Cain's father had hired the Anoosta police force as well as his own mercenaries and Pokemon trainers to take out Cargen once and for all.

It was nighttime, dark, and a rainless night. Lightning struck around the base. The sound of marching soldiers, mercenaries, and trainers with their Pokemon at foot echoed throughout the empty place. Elric the First led them into the fray. They barged down the door of the place, only to discover a barrage of Pokemon in the way. All were strange, reddish, some foaming at the mouth, as if they were infected with a mad disease. They immediately attacked, most powerful Dragon pokemon, others Fire types, every type that could be most dangerous. It was chaos. There were gunshots being fired, grenades, smoke bombs - it was just like a warzone. While this all happened, Pokemon and people dying in the midst of it all, Elric the First, Cain's father, found a backway entrance. He entered a dark room: an office.

In it was a man, tall, sitting in a big leather chair. Lightning struck. And Elric stopped, breathless. The leather chair slowly turned around, and a dim light flicked on. It was Cain. Elric the First's own son. "Hello, father. Nice of you to meet with us today. Surprised?" Cain asked, a sly smirk forming on his face. This 17-year-old stood up, guards in every corner of the room, with guns at hand and Pokéballs at their waists. A Pokéball dropped to the ground, a blinding light flashed, and a shiny Charizard was revealed to Elric the First's eyes. The Pokéball lay there for a moment. Immediately Elric gasped, "That... That's my .... my Pokéball..... You? Cain, you? You were behind this?" Cain laughed almost maniacally, "You old fool! I knew about everything. The divorce, I saw it coming. And who do you think had the brains to sneak past your guards, your entire company to steal that formula? I'd been to that building so many times, daddy, I knew every security camera, every guard, every corner and trap. It was easy, like taking candy from a baby. And that's exactly what you'd become. Ever since mom left, you just went crazy. I've been working for Cargen since I was 10. In fact, they found me on my birthday. I excelled so far past the other kids in school, they knew I would be promising. And I've been with them ever since. I took your Pokéball, but you took your own sanity, and power. Now that we've been better acquainted, I want you to know..." he said, stepping forward.

"I'm the leader of Cargen. I was promoted at 15. And today's the last day you mess with us." he whispered into his father's ear. Just then, the Charizard made one swift motion, sending its claws thrusting into Elric, going straight through the man. The man coughed up some blood. The Charizard lifted him up off his feet. "Dad, it's been nice knowing you. Thanks for the Pokeball." And the man went limp. The Charizard let him drop to the ground. Lightning struck. And the night went quiet. Cargen had taken care of the huge army that had tried to intrude. That night was the darkest night of the entire year. "Clean the blood off the floor, please, Shirley." Cain settled back into his seat, and swiveled the chair around, looking out the window to see an armored man giving him a thumbs-up. Everything was taken care of now.

Two years later, and Cain is a full-grown 19 years old. He's still a leader of Cargen. And still searching for a Pokemon that matches him in power and superiority.

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[other]
{Likes:} Sour drinks, Spicy foods, Praise, Feisty women, Shy women, Any other kind of woman out there, the colors Silver and White, the number 1, Green Tea Ice Cream, Summertime, Candy, Working out, Beach/Sun tanning, Nice smells/Nice-smelling people, Swimming, Beach Volleyball, Sex (oops, that one slipped!), Jazz/Rock/Dance/Techno/Hip Hop/Reggae, Going to the clubs, Parties, Being Rich, Working, Winning.
{Dislikes:} Alcohol, Boring people, Not being first, Not winning, Wintertime, Lazing around, the idea of being Poor, Bad smells/Bad-smelling people, Slow music: Classical/Underground Rap/Country/Folk, Being immobile for long periods of time, Piercings, Smokers, Silence.
{Sexual Preference:} Himself. Isn't he great? He doesn't need anyone else to be his love object... he's just that perfect! Love him! Worship him! ... Oh, he likes women too.

[dreams]

• To make Cargen the most successful organization of all time,
  
• Lead Cargen to the best of his ability,
  
• Get Alusta out of his way by any means necessary,
  
• Find the super pokemon.

[fav. type of pokemon]
Dragon.

[least fav. type of pokemon]
Bug. (God, those things are weak. Pathetic.)

[fav. Pokemon]
Arcanine && Steelix && Gyarados. (That's right. A three-way-tie. You got a problem with that?)

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