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Application for #Poke-SchoolOfTheArts

SHIT SHIT SHIT GOTTA MOVE FAST TO GET HIM IN it only took two days but I got it done~ wow he ended up more gloom and doom in his history than expected but I stayed up way late trying to get him done so i'm going to apply now with his rushed info and get to bed. I swear he had more masculinity than this...

hopefully he's all good, if there's a problem i'd be happy to change anything!

⊰ ｌａｚａｒｕｓ ⋯ ｇｗｉｎｕｍ ⊱
「 age 」
nineteen「 pokémon 」
〖＃４３５〗 stuntank「 gender 」
male「 ability 」
【ＳＴＥＮＣＨ】
━━ if the Pokémon make physical contact with the opponent, there is a chance the opponent flinches 「 attacks 」
【ＮＩＧＨＴＳＬＡＳＨ】
━━ the user slashes the target the instant an opportunity arises; critical hits land more easily
【ＡＣＩＤＳＰＲＡＹ】
━━ the user spits fluid that works to melt the target; this harshly reduces the target's Sp. Def stat「 likes 」
❖ his little sisters
❖ being complemented
❖ oranges, though anything with a citrus flavor
❖ meeting new people 「 dislikes 」
❖ his father
❖ his step-mother
❖ being told he smells
❖ birds 「 personality 」
Lazarus is rather playful and outgoing in nature, the sort of guy with natural charisma that just attracts people to him. Of course being a Skunk Pokémon might make people wary of getting close to him, he’s very careful about his hygiene and actually is rather fragrant. The male likes to speak his mind and is rather aware of his surroundings. If he’s around shy people, he’ll work his magic and coax them into chatting it up like old housewives. As a given, he’s a bit of a shrewd with having a fox as a father, leaving him with a calculating interior that likes tilting the odds to his favor. Because of his ever-pleasing attitude others might think of him as selfless and uncomfortable to be around, typically because he never seems like he has an opinion of his own because he can be such an ass-kisser. 「 history 」
For a majority of Lazarus’ childhood he lived with his father, a Zoroark, mother, a Skuntank, and his two younger sisters, both Zoruas. He thought of them a perfect family with little to no strife between them but apparently he was wrong as his happy family ended in divorce. His mother had enough with his father’s lecherous and harmful ways and was going to take her children and hit the high road. Against her will, Lazarus ended up with his father in the custody suit, while she fought to keep her daughters at least from his father’s grubby hands.

It’d hardly been a year since the fourteen year old Lazarus was separated from his sisters would they be reunited at the funeral of their mother. An unknown assailant had slipped into the current home of his mother’s while the girls were asleep and murdered her with an unidentifiable weapon, leaving the oldest to walk in on her mangled body in the morning.

Or at least that’s what the children were told; it was a suicide.

Lazarus wanted to deny this fact, wanted to purge it from his mind. But there, sitting in front of his mother’s casket, which had to be closed shut because of what remained of her body was too disfigured for eyes to see, his father sat beside him without a glint of remorse in his eyes, on his arm a young vixen – a Swoobat, his new wife. There was just something awful about the whole situation, to make matters worse they cut the service short because his arm candy was getting bored.

It sickened him.

Life with his step-mother was miserable; she abhorred children and thought of them all as little servants. Until his father managed to come home (at fluctuating hours) and act like a parent, Lazarus had the sole responsibility of taking care of his younger siblings. Not that it mattered; they were the only real family her still had left. Even with his bad situation, it didn’t stop time, they young boy grew into a handsome young man and planned to put himself through school, get a steady incoming, and take care of his sisters himself.

Which leads him to now, at the school for the Arts; for having a terrible home life, he still had an interest in the Arts – specifically art itself, though he still wanted to branch out and get a touch of everything before he decided solely on anything so the academy felt like the perfect place to hone his skills.「 other 」
❖ like all skuntanks, aerial attacks startle him incredibly.
❖ and you really don't want to startle him, he ends up spraying a poisonous gas.
❖ and no one wants that.「 classes 」
Graphic Design, Fashion Design, Ballet.

I roleplay typically via PM, forum, tumblr, Gaia (I guess comments fit in there too), Skype (just note me for mine~) generally para-style. I haven't done chat-style in yeeears, I'm still trying to nut up when it comes to chats and enter them with confidence... but I'm up for whatever!

Description
Application for #Poke-SchoolOfTheArts

SHIT SHIT SHIT GOTTA MOVE FAST TO GET HIM IN it only took two days but I got it done~ wow he ended up more gloom and doom in his history than expected but I stayed up way late trying to get him done so i'm going to apply now with his rushed info and get to bed. I swear he had more masculinity than this...

hopefully he's all good, if there's a problem i'd be happy to change anything!

⊰ ｌａｚａｒｕｓ ⋯ ｇｗｉｎｕｍ ⊱
「 age 」
nineteen「 pokémon 」
〖＃４３５〗 stuntank「 gender 」
male「 ability 」
【ＳＴＥＮＣＨ】
━━ if the Pokémon make physical contact with the opponent, there is a chance the opponent flinches 「 attacks 」
【ＮＩＧＨＴＳＬＡＳＨ】
━━ the user slashes the target the instant an opportunity arises; critical hits land more easily
【ＡＣＩＤＳＰＲＡＹ】
━━ the user spits fluid that works to melt the target; this harshly reduces the target's Sp. Def stat「 likes 」
❖ his little sisters
❖ being complemented
❖ oranges, though anything with a citrus flavor
❖ meeting new people 「 dislikes 」
❖ his father
❖ his step-mother
❖ being told he smells
❖ birds 「 personality 」
Lazarus is rather playful and outgoing in nature, the sort of guy with natural charisma that just attracts people to him. Of course being a Skunk Pokémon might make people wary of getting close to him, he’s very careful about his hygiene and actually is rather fragrant. The male likes to speak his mind and is rather aware of his surroundings. If he’s around shy people, he’ll work his magic and coax them into chatting it up like old housewives. As a given, he’s a bit of a shrewd with having a fox as a father, leaving him with a calculating interior that likes tilting the odds to his favor. Because of his ever-pleasing attitude others might think of him as selfless and uncomfortable to be around, typically because he never seems like he has an opinion of his own because he can be such an ass-kisser. 「 history 」
For a majority of Lazarus’ childhood he lived with his father, a Zoroark, mother, a Skuntank, and his two younger sisters, both Zoruas. He thought of them a perfect family with little to no strife between them but apparently he was wrong as his happy family ended in divorce. His mother had enough with his father’s lecherous and harmful ways and was going to take her children and hit the high road. Against her will, Lazarus ended up with his father in the custody suit, while she fought to keep her daughters at least from his father’s grubby hands.

It’d hardly been a year since the fourteen year old Lazarus was separated from his sisters would they be reunited at the funeral of their mother. An unknown assailant had slipped into the current home of his mother’s while the girls were asleep and murdered her with an unidentifiable weapon, leaving the oldest to walk in on her mangled body in the morning.

Or at least that’s what the children were told; it was a suicide.

Lazarus wanted to deny this fact, wanted to purge it from his mind. But there, sitting in front of his mother’s casket, which had to be closed shut because of what remained of her body was too disfigured for eyes to see, his father sat beside him without a glint of remorse in his eyes, on his arm a young vixen – a Swoobat, his new wife. There was just something awful about the whole situation, to make matters worse they cut the service short because his arm candy was getting bored.

It sickened him.

Life with his step-mother was miserable; she abhorred children and thought of them all as little servants. Until his father managed to come home (at fluctuating hours) and act like a parent, Lazarus had the sole responsibility of taking care of his younger siblings. Not that it mattered; they were the only real family her still had left. Even with his bad situation, it didn’t stop time, they young boy grew into a handsome young man and planned to put himself through school, get a steady incoming, and take care of his sisters himself.

Which leads him to now, at the school for the Arts; for having a terrible home life, he still had an interest in the Arts – specifically art itself, though he still wanted to branch out and get a touch of everything before he decided solely on anything so the academy felt like the perfect place to hone his skills.「 other 」
❖ like all skuntanks, aerial attacks startle him incredibly.
❖ and you really don't want to startle him, he ends up spraying a poisonous gas.
❖ and no one wants that.「 classes 」
Graphic Design, Fashion Design, Ballet.

I roleplay typically via PM, forum, tumblr, Gaia (I guess comments fit in there too), Skype (just note me for mine~) generally para-style. I haven't done chat-style in yeeears, I'm still trying to nut up when it comes to chats and enter them with confidence... but I'm up for whatever!