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Description

◗Name: Sark (He rarely, if at all uses his last name anymore)
◗Gender/Sex: Male
◗Birthday: February 4th
◗Age: 32 years
◗Height/Weight: 6'2" / 170 lbs

◗Species: Magmar #126
◗Type: Fire
◗Ability: Vital Spirit

◗Weaknesses/Strengths:

Strengths: Grass | Ice | Steel | Bug
Weaknesses: Ground | Rock | Water

◗Nature/Characteristic: Adamant | Capable of taking hits

◗Personality:

Sark is, or would be, a generally pleasant individual to deal with if not taking in the circumstances of his surroundings. If you manage to catch him in a good moment, he's not opposed to a nice chat or a quiet while.. Though the facts drive him on a different path. Almost constantly stressed, he may appear snappy and impatient to some, wanting to get his work done and get it done as soon as possible. His nerves are applaudable, staying where he needs to be into the last moment even in the face of attack... Which is usually under a machine of some sorts.

◗History:

Born and raised in a nomadic group of refugees, Sark never knew the safety and atmosphere of a town, let alone a city. From a young age he followed the adults of the group fixing their weapons and machines, not necessarily taking interest in them but being trained in the arts of repairing nonetheless. After all, it wasn't a matter of choice, but need.

It all worked out through his childhood and teens, moving around in reinforced vehicles to set camp for a while, then moving about again when the situation became too unstable. Fixing things, shooting things, fixing things again.. it was a simple form of life that didn't leave much for questioning. not that he minded, of course.. As long as he didn't end up monster food, he wasn't going to complain. Sometimes folks got sick, sometimes someone got bit by a ravenous feral, and in extreme cases they had to hold a funeral or two on the way. That was life.

However, one attack was too much for the group. Being torn apart by hungry animals they took what they could grab, and split, running for their lives. Sark and a few others eventually ran into a small settlement, seeking refuge. unable to support all of the newcomers, some of the villagers gave the nomads directions towards Home. The city was imposing and the journey wouldn't be without its risks, but a fortified settlement able to deter beasts? It was worth a try.

And it would require trying to cross the land in one piece.

◗Moveset:

Smokescreen
Fire Punch
Smog
Confuse Ray
Lava Plume
Flamethrower
Sunny Day
Flare Blitz (Egg)
Psychic (TM)
Focus Blast (TM)
Iron Tail (Tutor)
Thunderpunch (Tutor)

◗Job: Mechanic / Electrician /Forced inventor (sometimes you've gotta improvise to get the machines back up again.)
◗Class: Unsorted

◗Extras/Fun facts:

Body ref:

- His inventory space is limitless I mean look at all those pockets
- Likes to noot hum while he's working, relieves stress he says
- Has surprisingly sharp teeth inside that beakface of his
- The sharp, pointy scales on his arms are usually flat, but can be raised at will
- As his ability isn't the normal Flame Body, you can touch him normally (aside from his flames of course) without being burned when he's not agitated.
- if he lets his "hair" (head appendages whatever) out of the ponytail it automatically divides into two

Description

◗Name: Sark (He rarely, if at all uses his last name anymore)
◗Gender/Sex: Male
◗Birthday: February 4th
◗Age: 32 years
◗Height/Weight: 6'2" / 170 lbs

◗Species: Magmar #126
◗Type: Fire
◗Ability: Vital Spirit

◗Weaknesses/Strengths:

Strengths: Grass | Ice | Steel | Bug
Weaknesses: Ground | Rock | Water

◗Nature/Characteristic: Adamant | Capable of taking hits

◗Personality:

Sark is, or would be, a generally pleasant individual to deal with if not taking in the circumstances of his surroundings. If you manage to catch him in a good moment, he's not opposed to a nice chat or a quiet while.. Though the facts drive him on a different path. Almost constantly stressed, he may appear snappy and impatient to some, wanting to get his work done and get it done as soon as possible. His nerves are applaudable, staying where he needs to be into the last moment even in the face of attack... Which is usually under a machine of some sorts.

◗History:

Born and raised in a nomadic group of refugees, Sark never knew the safety and atmosphere of a town, let alone a city. From a young age he followed the adults of the group fixing their weapons and machines, not necessarily taking interest in them but being trained in the arts of repairing nonetheless. After all, it wasn't a matter of choice, but need.

It all worked out through his childhood and teens, moving around in reinforced vehicles to set camp for a while, then moving about again when the situation became too unstable. Fixing things, shooting things, fixing things again.. it was a simple form of life that didn't leave much for questioning. not that he minded, of course.. As long as he didn't end up monster food, he wasn't going to complain. Sometimes folks got sick, sometimes someone got bit by a ravenous feral, and in extreme cases they had to hold a funeral or two on the way. That was life.

However, one attack was too much for the group. Being torn apart by hungry animals they took what they could grab, and split, running for their lives. Sark and a few others eventually ran into a small settlement, seeking refuge. unable to support all of the newcomers, some of the villagers gave the nomads directions towards Home. The city was imposing and the journey wouldn't be without its risks, but a fortified settlement able to deter beasts? It was worth a try.

And it would require trying to cross the land in one piece.

◗Moveset:

Smokescreen
Fire Punch
Smog
Confuse Ray
Lava Plume
Flamethrower
Sunny Day
Flare Blitz (Egg)
Psychic (TM)
Focus Blast (TM)
Iron Tail (Tutor)
Thunderpunch (Tutor)

◗Job: Mechanic / Electrician /Forced inventor (sometimes you've gotta improvise to get the machines back up again.)
◗Class: Unsorted

◗Extras/Fun facts:

Body ref:

- His inventory space is limitless I mean look at all those pockets
- Likes to noot hum while he's working, relieves stress he says
- Has surprisingly sharp teeth inside that beakface of his
- The sharp, pointy scales on his arms are usually flat, but can be raised at will
- As his ability isn't the normal Flame Body, you can touch him normally (aside from his flames of course) without being burned when he's not agitated.
- if he lets his "hair" (head appendages whatever) out of the ponytail it automatically divides into two