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Weeeeellll~! Here's another NPC for you lovelies~
General

Name: Antoine Clouet

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Pokémon: Gothorita

Nature: Adamant

Ability: Competitive

Characteristic: Quick tempered

Job: Choreographer – He helps the acts practice and plan out their performances

Move set:
Flatter
Double Team
Attract
Telekinesis

Wish:
“I’d wish to be the best dancer! La! To have an encore after every show!”

Backfire:
He couldn’t stop dancing after his show, the audience begged for encore after encore and he literally couldn’t stop dancing no matter how long and how much it hurt or wearied him. He had no choice but to join the circus in order to stop—if he ever leaves he’ll begin dancing and dancing against his will.

Personality:
Antoine is grouchy, bossy, and above all a perfectionist. Everything he does is perfect; therefore everything his students do should be perfect under his teaching! At least, that’s how he sees it. It’s really hard to get his favor, much less be on good speaking-terms with him. This Gothorita also has a touching issue, he haaaatteess unnecessary touching! No hugging, no poking, no patting—nothing! He’ll scold you and throw a big fit if you try to touch him! He hates his job, and he hates his life. He’s an angry, depressed little man.

History:
Antoine used to be a small-time ballet dancer who dreamt of great things, but in actuality his team’s performances barely scraped by in the dinky little town of theirs. He wasn’t the best dancer, though he strived to be. Upon the day that was supposed to be their grand show, the one they had practiced for months and months ahead, the crowd was… less than impressive. They didn’t even fill half of the seating. Concerned, Antoine glanced out from the closed curtains and spotted a peculiar ‘mon sitting in the front row. He was dark, mysterious looking, and had quite an elusive gaze… in fact, that gaze was staring straight at him! It beckoned to him as the Darkrai rose from his seat and stepped to the side of the stage—as if inspecting the theatre before the show started. With his curiosity getting the best of him, Antoine followed.

“You! You are not supposed to be nosing around here, la! Please return to your seat, sir. Lest someone else take it in your absence.”

The Darkrai merely chuckled before replying, “I highly doubt that.”

As if his words hadn't already implied what the Gothorita knew, the stranger’s eyes wandered over to the less-than filled seats. Huffing, Antoine bit out with as much patience he could muster, “Please return to your seat. Sir.”

“Oh now, don’t be mad. What if I told you I can make any wish come true?”

“Wishes? Bah! What is this you speak of? That is nonsense.”

“Why not make one for the hell of it, eh?”

Narrowing his eyes, the Gothorita answered haughtily, “I’d wish to be the best dancer! La! To have an encore every show!”

“Hm… well then, break a leg.”

With a knowing grin, he turned away and left Antoine to stand there in puzzlement. Brushing off their odd encounter, he returned backstage and prepared for the show. After the curtains pulled back, the ballet members were all shocked to see a full house! Their performance made the audience gasp and coo in awe, and by the end they were praised with hearty claps and whistles. Well, Antoine was to be exact. He beamed down at the audience, basking in their shouts, “Encore! Bravo Bravo! Antoine!”

Who was he to not oblige? With a proud bow, he answered their requests and continued to dance. The audience cheered and begged even more. Weary and sore, the Gothorita was intent on stopping but found that he could not! It was like he was being controlled—he couldn't stop dancing no matter how hard he concentrated! Panicked, he put as much strength as he could to halt his movements though it did nothing except tire him even more. Backstage he could hear the snickers, the taunting whispers from his team as they watched him dance like a fool. Sweat drenched his forehead, his feet blistered and bled as he kept dancing for hours and hours after the show was supposed to end. The Gothorita’s eyes burned from tears of humiliation and despair. Would this never end?!

It was then that he finally spotted a familiar ‘mon in the crowd. Sitting unlike the rest of the audience—who were standing and clapping with enthusiasm—he wore a smug smirk. Those knowing eyes.

“M-Make it stop! La, I did not want thi-this!” he begged to him, leaping gracefully across the stage and landing on bloody toes. He cried out once more, “Please!”

Above all the shouts and praises from the crowd he heard a dark chuckle, then his muscles finally gave out and he was falling to the ground as if the spell had been broken. Tired and sore, the Gothorita fell unconscious…

When he awoke, he was within the circus grounds and soon found that as long as he remained, the curse would subside.

“Well, those who can’t do, teach.”

Extra

Likes:
Ballet
Opera
Theatre dramas
Fancy dinners/parties

Dislikes:
Humiliation
Performing
Teaching
Being touched
The nickname “Annie”

He refuses to dance before an audience—he’s scared he won’t be able to stop. Which is why he’s an instructor now.
He is very distrustful, ever since his wish he’s extra careful with his words
Speaking of his wish, he gets a little twitchy around Mr. Dark… he may be a little apprehensive of the ringleader
Antoine became addicted to cigarettes and booze after joining the circus
He stopped really caring about his appearance--well, to an extent--and just goes around in his warm-up clothes
His accent comes out more when he's upset
The Gothorita really is depressed. He hates the only thing he loved—his passion betrayed him and now the only way to enjoy it is to teach others. In other words, he has no sense of value for his own life and hardly ever gives a shit.

Description

Weeeeellll~! Here's another NPC for you lovelies~
General

Name: Antoine Clouet

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Pokémon: Gothorita

Nature: Adamant

Ability: Competitive

Characteristic: Quick tempered

Job: Choreographer – He helps the acts practice and plan out their performances

Move set:
Flatter
Double Team
Attract
Telekinesis

Wish:
“I’d wish to be the best dancer! La! To have an encore after every show!”

Backfire:
He couldn’t stop dancing after his show, the audience begged for encore after encore and he literally couldn’t stop dancing no matter how long and how much it hurt or wearied him. He had no choice but to join the circus in order to stop—if he ever leaves he’ll begin dancing and dancing against his will.

Personality:
Antoine is grouchy, bossy, and above all a perfectionist. Everything he does is perfect; therefore everything his students do should be perfect under his teaching! At least, that’s how he sees it. It’s really hard to get his favor, much less be on good speaking-terms with him. This Gothorita also has a touching issue, he haaaatteess unnecessary touching! No hugging, no poking, no patting—nothing! He’ll scold you and throw a big fit if you try to touch him! He hates his job, and he hates his life. He’s an angry, depressed little man.

History:
Antoine used to be a small-time ballet dancer who dreamt of great things, but in actuality his team’s performances barely scraped by in the dinky little town of theirs. He wasn’t the best dancer, though he strived to be. Upon the day that was supposed to be their grand show, the one they had practiced for months and months ahead, the crowd was… less than impressive. They didn’t even fill half of the seating. Concerned, Antoine glanced out from the closed curtains and spotted a peculiar ‘mon sitting in the front row. He was dark, mysterious looking, and had quite an elusive gaze… in fact, that gaze was staring straight at him! It beckoned to him as the Darkrai rose from his seat and stepped to the side of the stage—as if inspecting the theatre before the show started. With his curiosity getting the best of him, Antoine followed.

“You! You are not supposed to be nosing around here, la! Please return to your seat, sir. Lest someone else take it in your absence.”

The Darkrai merely chuckled before replying, “I highly doubt that.”

As if his words hadn't already implied what the Gothorita knew, the stranger’s eyes wandered over to the less-than filled seats. Huffing, Antoine bit out with as much patience he could muster, “Please return to your seat. Sir.”

“Oh now, don’t be mad. What if I told you I can make any wish come true?”

“Wishes? Bah! What is this you speak of? That is nonsense.”

“Why not make one for the hell of it, eh?”

Narrowing his eyes, the Gothorita answered haughtily, “I’d wish to be the best dancer! La! To have an encore every show!”

“Hm… well then, break a leg.”

With a knowing grin, he turned away and left Antoine to stand there in puzzlement. Brushing off their odd encounter, he returned backstage and prepared for the show. After the curtains pulled back, the ballet members were all shocked to see a full house! Their performance made the audience gasp and coo in awe, and by the end they were praised with hearty claps and whistles. Well, Antoine was to be exact. He beamed down at the audience, basking in their shouts, “Encore! Bravo Bravo! Antoine!”

Who was he to not oblige? With a proud bow, he answered their requests and continued to dance. The audience cheered and begged even more. Weary and sore, the Gothorita was intent on stopping but found that he could not! It was like he was being controlled—he couldn't stop dancing no matter how hard he concentrated! Panicked, he put as much strength as he could to halt his movements though it did nothing except tire him even more. Backstage he could hear the snickers, the taunting whispers from his team as they watched him dance like a fool. Sweat drenched his forehead, his feet blistered and bled as he kept dancing for hours and hours after the show was supposed to end. The Gothorita’s eyes burned from tears of humiliation and despair. Would this never end?!

It was then that he finally spotted a familiar ‘mon in the crowd. Sitting unlike the rest of the audience—who were standing and clapping with enthusiasm—he wore a smug smirk. Those knowing eyes.

“M-Make it stop! La, I did not want thi-this!” he begged to him, leaping gracefully across the stage and landing on bloody toes. He cried out once more, “Please!”

Above all the shouts and praises from the crowd he heard a dark chuckle, then his muscles finally gave out and he was falling to the ground as if the spell had been broken. Tired and sore, the Gothorita fell unconscious…

When he awoke, he was within the circus grounds and soon found that as long as he remained, the curse would subside.

“Well, those who can’t do, teach.”

Extra

Likes:
Ballet
Opera
Theatre dramas
Fancy dinners/parties

Dislikes:
Humiliation
Performing
Teaching
Being touched
The nickname “Annie”

He refuses to dance before an audience—he’s scared he won’t be able to stop. Which is why he’s an instructor now.
He is very distrustful, ever since his wish he’s extra careful with his words
Speaking of his wish, he gets a little twitchy around Mr. Dark… he may be a little apprehensive of the ringleader
Antoine became addicted to cigarettes and booze after joining the circus
He stopped really caring about his appearance--well, to an extent--and just goes around in his warm-up clothes
His accent comes out more when he's upset
The Gothorita really is depressed. He hates the only thing he loved—his passion betrayed him and now the only way to enjoy it is to teach others. In other words, he has no sense of value for his own life and hardly ever gives a shit.