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Description

General

Name: Hooks

Pokemon: Weavile

Birthday: September, 24

Age: 27

Level: 44

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight (borderline asexual though)

Ability: Pressure

Faction: None

Pokemon Stats

Moves: Night Slash/ Ice beam /Quick attack/Revenge

Battle Stats: Please keep your character's species, physical appearance, age, personallity, and level in mind when filling this out. No pokemon is perfect!

Attack:
Defense:
Speed:
Sp. Attack:

Sp. Defense:

PokeHuman Stats

Occupation: Hooks makes small wood carvings to sell for money. He occasionally sells other trinkets, depending on what's available to him, but carving is his main means.

Town of Residence: Hooks lives in Couramine city, but occasionally travels to nearby cities to sell his carvings.

Appearance: Hooks often hides under layers of clothing, as it makes him feel more secure. He prefers things like jackets and thick pull-overs, and it's rare for anyone to see any skin from him other than his face or hands. He can often appear smaller than he actually is because of this in combination with his not-so-great posture.

The few times people comment on his appearance (often to others) they say that his gaze can be a little unsettling due to his piercing eyes and his habit of staring.

Height: 5'10"

Personals

Personality: Hooks tends to keep to himself due to his paranoid views on other people and his trust issues. Despite this, he has a high level of curiosity that will occasionally override his natural timid behaviour and cause him to take an interest in someone (or something) despite himself. It doesn't take much for him to be snapped out of this kind of distraction, however, and remember the risks of putting faith into someone else. Hooks is also very quick to lash out at others if he feels threatened physically or emotionally and often his reaction is highly disproportionate to the perceived threat.

Despite all of this, Hooks really does want to be able to feel safe with someone, but doesn't see such a thing as being possible.

History: Hooks was hatched and raised by a trainer that he spent his whole life with. Back then he was a more cheerful pokemon, and he looked up to his trainer and his fellow pokemon a lot- he was a lot different to what he is now. His whole world fell apart, however, when he went into the lost woods with his trainer who had heard rumor of a rare pokemon that lived there. Some time during their exploration, Hooks got separated from his group. Having spent little to no time apart from his trainer, he didn't take too well to the separation, and panicked, getting himself lost deeper and deeper into the woods. While he was lost, Hooks struggled to survive as he was not accustomed to being in the wild on his own, but eventually, over a week later, he managed to escape.

During the time Hooks had looked for an exit, he had begun to grow paranoid. Thoughts such as "why hasn't my trainer come to find me yet?", and "was I left here intentionally?" ran through his mind for the days he wandered aimlessly. After being freed from the woods, Hooks made a feeble effort to find his trainer and wound up at Couramine, exhausted. A trainer tried to assist him, but having grown worried that he would be abandoned, he immediately distanced himself from that trainer. Seeing that the wild pokemon was in no means receptive to the advance, the trainer left him alone, but not before leaving some water and food at a respectable distance, allowing the sneasel to are for himself. It was only after he felt the trainer was far away enough to be safe that he took the offered goods- what he was not expecting, however, was for another pokemon to be watching.

A curious heracross had seen the exchange, and stayed very carefully out of sight up until he knew the trainer was gone, and approached the nervous sneasel. He had seen how skittish the sneasel was, and though it was clear that the poor thing was indeed supposed to be a predator, that he had no place in the wild- he had 'trained pokemon' written all over him. Surely there had to be some way to help? Though Hooks was at first highly suspicious of the bug, he listened to what it had to say, learning of a device that would let him live life as a human. Maybe he could use it to find his trainer? It was a possibility, at least, and it was one he had to take. With a newfound goal in mind, he followed the heracross' directions, and with some luck he was able to receive a dittech.

Adjusting to human life was hard, he had to remember basic cues of interaction and conversation he had observed back from when he had traveled with his trainer, but even then it didn't change the fact that his demeanor was not one that would easily get him some kind of employment.

It was by chance that he discovered his talent with carvings (it seemed that his lack of actual claws did not chance his natural ability to maneuver blades in the slightest) he had found a pocket knife in his wanderings and took to whittling as a form of stress relief, and was shocked when a passerby offered a price for the small carving he ha created. After realizing what humans were willing to pay for his simple carvings, he began putting more effort in them, and slowly but surely, he began selling his carvings to keep himself afloat.

Relationships: Feel free to keep track of relationships here. This is optional. You can also link to the Relationship Meme

Extras: Anything extra you'd like others to know about your character.

User Info
Time Zone: GMT- London
Chat Availability: Generally 6pm- 2am on weekdays, 2pm- 2am on weekends
Roleplay Mediums: Skype is preferable, but I will participate in chat

Role-Play Example:

Aleister didn’t think. He reached for the the soldier’s shirt and jerked him away from Mika a bit. He knew what he was doing was probably not the smartest thing, but he couldn’t help himself. It was pretty clear that his friend wasn’t comfortable with the situation. He didn’t know who this chump was, or what business he had with Mika, but he didn’t care.

"Listen, whoever you are. I don’t know why you’ve taken it upon yourself to lay hands on me, but be assured I will be reporting it to-“

The man was cut off mid-sentence by Aleister pulling him closer to himself so the words that came out of his mouth would be clear to all but Mika. “Walk away." He whispered, his words sharp and menacing. "I’d rather you not bother my friend."

When he pulled him, Aleister had made sure to position the man in between himself and Mika so she wouldn’t be able to see him too well. With the knowledge that his actions were obscured from her, Aleister flicked the wrist of his free hand, producing the tip of a small blade, revealing enough for the man to clearly see. When he’d made sure his weapon had been seen, he pursed his lips and let out a quiet 'shhh'.

As soon as he let the man go, he made a beeline straight for the door. “D-don’t think I’ll forget this blondie!”. If this dim-witted soldier wanted to pick a fight with him later, Aleister would be more than willing to comply.

Description

General

Name: Hooks

Pokemon: Weavile

Birthday: September, 24

Age: 27

Level: 44

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight (borderline asexual though)

Ability: Pressure

Faction: None

Pokemon Stats

Moves: Night Slash/ Ice beam /Quick attack/Revenge

Battle Stats: Please keep your character's species, physical appearance, age, personallity, and level in mind when filling this out. No pokemon is perfect!

Attack:
Defense:
Speed:
Sp. Attack:

Sp. Defense:

PokeHuman Stats

Occupation: Hooks makes small wood carvings to sell for money. He occasionally sells other trinkets, depending on what's available to him, but carving is his main means.

Town of Residence: Hooks lives in Couramine city, but occasionally travels to nearby cities to sell his carvings.

Appearance: Hooks often hides under layers of clothing, as it makes him feel more secure. He prefers things like jackets and thick pull-overs, and it's rare for anyone to see any skin from him other than his face or hands. He can often appear smaller than he actually is because of this in combination with his not-so-great posture.

The few times people comment on his appearance (often to others) they say that his gaze can be a little unsettling due to his piercing eyes and his habit of staring.

Height: 5'10"

Personals

Personality: Hooks tends to keep to himself due to his paranoid views on other people and his trust issues. Despite this, he has a high level of curiosity that will occasionally override his natural timid behaviour and cause him to take an interest in someone (or something) despite himself. It doesn't take much for him to be snapped out of this kind of distraction, however, and remember the risks of putting faith into someone else. Hooks is also very quick to lash out at others if he feels threatened physically or emotionally and often his reaction is highly disproportionate to the perceived threat.

Despite all of this, Hooks really does want to be able to feel safe with someone, but doesn't see such a thing as being possible.

History: Hooks was hatched and raised by a trainer that he spent his whole life with. Back then he was a more cheerful pokemon, and he looked up to his trainer and his fellow pokemon a lot- he was a lot different to what he is now. His whole world fell apart, however, when he went into the lost woods with his trainer who had heard rumor of a rare pokemon that lived there. Some time during their exploration, Hooks got separated from his group. Having spent little to no time apart from his trainer, he didn't take too well to the separation, and panicked, getting himself lost deeper and deeper into the woods. While he was lost, Hooks struggled to survive as he was not accustomed to being in the wild on his own, but eventually, over a week later, he managed to escape.

During the time Hooks had looked for an exit, he had begun to grow paranoid. Thoughts such as "why hasn't my trainer come to find me yet?", and "was I left here intentionally?" ran through his mind for the days he wandered aimlessly. After being freed from the woods, Hooks made a feeble effort to find his trainer and wound up at Couramine, exhausted. A trainer tried to assist him, but having grown worried that he would be abandoned, he immediately distanced himself from that trainer. Seeing that the wild pokemon was in no means receptive to the advance, the trainer left him alone, but not before leaving some water and food at a respectable distance, allowing the sneasel to are for himself. It was only after he felt the trainer was far away enough to be safe that he took the offered goods- what he was not expecting, however, was for another pokemon to be watching.

A curious heracross had seen the exchange, and stayed very carefully out of sight up until he knew the trainer was gone, and approached the nervous sneasel. He had seen how skittish the sneasel was, and though it was clear that the poor thing was indeed supposed to be a predator, that he had no place in the wild- he had 'trained pokemon' written all over him. Surely there had to be some way to help? Though Hooks was at first highly suspicious of the bug, he listened to what it had to say, learning of a device that would let him live life as a human. Maybe he could use it to find his trainer? It was a possibility, at least, and it was one he had to take. With a newfound goal in mind, he followed the heracross' directions, and with some luck he was able to receive a dittech.

Adjusting to human life was hard, he had to remember basic cues of interaction and conversation he had observed back from when he had traveled with his trainer, but even then it didn't change the fact that his demeanor was not one that would easily get him some kind of employment.

It was by chance that he discovered his talent with carvings (it seemed that his lack of actual claws did not chance his natural ability to maneuver blades in the slightest) he had found a pocket knife in his wanderings and took to whittling as a form of stress relief, and was shocked when a passerby offered a price for the small carving he ha created. After realizing what humans were willing to pay for his simple carvings, he began putting more effort in them, and slowly but surely, he began selling his carvings to keep himself afloat.

Relationships: Feel free to keep track of relationships here. This is optional. You can also link to the Relationship Meme

Extras: Anything extra you'd like others to know about your character.

User Info
Time Zone: GMT- London
Chat Availability: Generally 6pm- 2am on weekdays, 2pm- 2am on weekends
Roleplay Mediums: Skype is preferable, but I will participate in chat

Role-Play Example:

Aleister didn’t think. He reached for the the soldier’s shirt and jerked him away from Mika a bit. He knew what he was doing was probably not the smartest thing, but he couldn’t help himself. It was pretty clear that his friend wasn’t comfortable with the situation. He didn’t know who this chump was, or what business he had with Mika, but he didn’t care.

"Listen, whoever you are. I don’t know why you’ve taken it upon yourself to lay hands on me, but be assured I will be reporting it to-“

The man was cut off mid-sentence by Aleister pulling him closer to himself so the words that came out of his mouth would be clear to all but Mika. “Walk away." He whispered, his words sharp and menacing. "I’d rather you not bother my friend."

When he pulled him, Aleister had made sure to position the man in between himself and Mika so she wouldn’t be able to see him too well. With the knowledge that his actions were obscured from her, Aleister flicked the wrist of his free hand, producing the tip of a small blade, revealing enough for the man to clearly see. When he’d made sure his weapon had been seen, he pursed his lips and let out a quiet 'shhh'.

As soon as he let the man go, he made a beeline straight for the door. “D-don’t think I’ll forget this blondie!”. If this dim-witted soldier wanted to pick a fight with him later, Aleister would be more than willing to comply.