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Name:

Bo

Age:

33

History:

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago. A time ago before you and I were ever born, before your grandfather, or his father’s father, or even him before it, there was an era filled with castles, Knights, Thieves, Mages and Rangers. Now there were more common folk about, normal people whose stories aren’t often carrying much more interest than a flopping ‘karp might, they made places work as they should, they were bakers, shoemakers, farmers to other occupations just as important such as, blacksmiths, atilliators, bottlers (For those that toil the day away in battle require the finest drinks they can cork!) and even minstrels, who’s music often wove sweet respite—and in other cases, mild annoyance.

This melting pot broiled proudly with courage and might, but all proud civilizations, just as people might find for themselves, has its trouble, and a great share too! Whisperings had whisked into this very pot, telling that civil war was on the horizon where two brother’s could not agree with one another, their quarrel approaching a large stage which would quickly draw all into their refusal to yield to the other.
Stubbornness, more often than not, undoes men, no matter their strengths and convictions.

And it would be no different here in the very heart of Unova.

This is where a man, simply known as Bo, finds himself: on the brink without a care nor much more than a sneer on his stony face for this foolishness. If scars could tell more than their silent stare, it would to you, fare listener, speak tales from a land far north from Unova’s great heart. Where mountains rode vast across the Earth’s lands and the valleys were hidden deep within the frozen tundra. Where food is scarce, more commodity and privilege to have than anything else. Out here, men would slaughter others for the smallest scrap if it meant surviving another day. It’s a place where few and far between survive and yet if the can, are known to be unrivaled in both skill, strength and merit. They are the children born from mother nature’s very womb, spat out in her cruelest dare and shown that with determination and persistence, even man can live through her worse.

This was the land the man called his home for so very, very long. That was until he murdered the nine-tailed demon’s slave and made off with its pelt. I should think you could imagine the fury a immortal thing can feel when their delight is stripped from them by a mortal, especially some common savage who revels in slaughtering her kind as a trophy, taking their flesh as their own. The very nerve. It’s why today it is said that should you find a dead Ninetales, you mustn’t steal its fur or anything belonging to it, otherwise you will face its curse.

And how is that important to this story, you’ll ask? Well, I’ll tell you, Bo is the man with the first Ninetale’s curse ever told and you might learn a thing or two where it leads him in this great war and what devilry it puts him through—but that’ll just have to wait.

Until next time, yes?

Personality:

It was said that Bo was a normal man at one time or another, that he was quite practical, no-nonsense and didn’t care for your reasoning for being in the war nor why it should concern him. However, the demon who pursued him would often coax him into situations it found most amusing. When not demanding blood offerings and kills upon whim, it found entertainment in his anguish, often pushing him away from his heart’s strongest desire

For Bo? It was family, and to have it completed once more. The tragedy? He wouldn’t be allowed to it, for a thousand years outlasts any and all men—except the immortal, if you know him, but that story doesn’t come until later.

This frustrated him, made him bite and enjoy other’s suffering and shortcomings—he’d laugh at times and mock them, in a subdued way most times, apparently content in himself more than in others. Because with attachment comes a change in his heart’s desire, and with that, comes the demon’s curse not far behind.

Least to say, the man’s life is layered, and forever will be as he grows older, certain to be alone because of that damnable thing. And really, there isn’t a God damn thing he can do about it.

Pokemon

Tattilgat| Togekiss | Calm | Hustle |Gender: Female
Pokémon Bio/ Personality:

Calm, serene and typically in control. Tattilgat—or Tatty as Bo affectionately calls her from time to time, is Bo’s first and most loyal Pokémon on his small collective team. Generally quiet and well collected, Tatty is usually found within the same vicinity Bo is and will actively hunt with him, knowing her master’s body language and signals with absolution, she is well skilled in her job which ranges from distraction, attack, directing and retrieval as well as other tasks that change and conform to whatever unfolds before her. Being a clever thing that she is, she knows, often without order, what is required of her and will act with little to no hesitance.

Having a silent agreement with Bo, the hawk-like Togekiss gets her share in the meats and berries they gather—she’s shown no interest in the greens Bo picks and seems to prefer fresh meat over anything else, seeing it as her ultimate reward for a job well done. She regards other Pokémon in the same manner they might regard her—if they are vicious she will either strike in kind or simply remove herself from the area if the fight is without warrant. Her favorite pastime is nipping Bo’s ear. Incidentally, his ear has a missing portion.

Sangilak| Wartortle| Bold | Torrent |Gender: Male
Pokémon Bio/ Personality:

Outgoing and quite the show off, Sangilak, or Sangi as Bo might refer to him, was acquired through trade in town, said to be a rare foreign Pokémon from over the waters, Bo was intrigued, allowing his curiosity to better him. Upon hatching, Sangi had shown himself to be nothing but trouble, constantly poking his head into things he shouldn’t and having energy that Bo could have sworn was other worldly. In order to help focus the young turtle’s energies, Bo had introduced Sangi to water, where he would swim, hunt and learn the secrets the vast lakes they visited held. The only problem was convincing him to retrieve his catches to land where Bo could net and smoke the fishes, salting others to preserve in a fridge.

While a slow learner, Sangi eventually came about to an agreement with Bo—when he brought the man his fill, he was allowed his own. While sharing, wasn’t quite instinctual for the young turtle, he had soon enough become accustomed to it—at least when it pertained to Bo, anyone else, and all bets were off!

Sangi regularly grooms and fusses over the upkeep of his tail, seeing as how fond he is of it, it’ll be rather alarming once it’s become a stub through evolution.

Sesi| Snover | Serious | Snow Warning |Gender: Male
Pokémon Bio/ Personality:

Sesi is mostly quiet, content to be on his own and keep to himself. Something that Bo respects in the beast though initially, he did not think fondly at all of him. Sesi’s kind had been trouble in the northern territories, while genuinely curious, they were also known to make trouble. This brought on a myth that spread through story that Snover and their adult counterparts would become so deeply curious of humans that they would abscond with them if given the chance. A story that Bo’s mothers would often tell to frighten him and his sister into obedience and have them lay to bed at a decent hour when they were being nuisances.

While it wasn’t a story that Bo took to heart any longer, it did give him caution when he spotted the Snover whilst heading to the southern territories of Unova. Sesi, though curious, didn’t seem to pay Bo no mind as he dug for some roots to eat—feeling sorry for the creature being out in the cold and having to upturn the frozen ground, Bo threw him some food.

From that day, Sesi followed him, though with distance, assisting the man in his hunts and pulling the elements to Bo’s advantage.

During the winter months, Sesi will leave the cabin in the woods and go hunting and gathering, by the day’s end, he’ll leave Bo a portion of his finds and then leave once more for days on in. Bo concerns himself little over Sesi, knowing full well that he can take care of his own.

Description
Tumblr

[link]

Name:

Bo

Age:

33

History:

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago. A time ago before you and I were ever born, before your grandfather, or his father’s father, or even him before it, there was an era filled with castles, Knights, Thieves, Mages and Rangers. Now there were more common folk about, normal people whose stories aren’t often carrying much more interest than a flopping ‘karp might, they made places work as they should, they were bakers, shoemakers, farmers to other occupations just as important such as, blacksmiths, atilliators, bottlers (For those that toil the day away in battle require the finest drinks they can cork!) and even minstrels, who’s music often wove sweet respite—and in other cases, mild annoyance.

This melting pot broiled proudly with courage and might, but all proud civilizations, just as people might find for themselves, has its trouble, and a great share too! Whisperings had whisked into this very pot, telling that civil war was on the horizon where two brother’s could not agree with one another, their quarrel approaching a large stage which would quickly draw all into their refusal to yield to the other.
Stubbornness, more often than not, undoes men, no matter their strengths and convictions.

And it would be no different here in the very heart of Unova.

This is where a man, simply known as Bo, finds himself: on the brink without a care nor much more than a sneer on his stony face for this foolishness. If scars could tell more than their silent stare, it would to you, fare listener, speak tales from a land far north from Unova’s great heart. Where mountains rode vast across the Earth’s lands and the valleys were hidden deep within the frozen tundra. Where food is scarce, more commodity and privilege to have than anything else. Out here, men would slaughter others for the smallest scrap if it meant surviving another day. It’s a place where few and far between survive and yet if the can, are known to be unrivaled in both skill, strength and merit. They are the children born from mother nature’s very womb, spat out in her cruelest dare and shown that with determination and persistence, even man can live through her worse.

This was the land the man called his home for so very, very long. That was until he murdered the nine-tailed demon’s slave and made off with its pelt. I should think you could imagine the fury a immortal thing can feel when their delight is stripped from them by a mortal, especially some common savage who revels in slaughtering her kind as a trophy, taking their flesh as their own. The very nerve. It’s why today it is said that should you find a dead Ninetales, you mustn’t steal its fur or anything belonging to it, otherwise you will face its curse.

And how is that important to this story, you’ll ask? Well, I’ll tell you, Bo is the man with the first Ninetale’s curse ever told and you might learn a thing or two where it leads him in this great war and what devilry it puts him through—but that’ll just have to wait.

Until next time, yes?

Personality:

It was said that Bo was a normal man at one time or another, that he was quite practical, no-nonsense and didn’t care for your reasoning for being in the war nor why it should concern him. However, the demon who pursued him would often coax him into situations it found most amusing. When not demanding blood offerings and kills upon whim, it found entertainment in his anguish, often pushing him away from his heart’s strongest desire

For Bo? It was family, and to have it completed once more. The tragedy? He wouldn’t be allowed to it, for a thousand years outlasts any and all men—except the immortal, if you know him, but that story doesn’t come until later.

This frustrated him, made him bite and enjoy other’s suffering and shortcomings—he’d laugh at times and mock them, in a subdued way most times, apparently content in himself more than in others. Because with attachment comes a change in his heart’s desire, and with that, comes the demon’s curse not far behind.

Least to say, the man’s life is layered, and forever will be as he grows older, certain to be alone because of that damnable thing. And really, there isn’t a God damn thing he can do about it.

Pokemon

Tattilgat| Togekiss | Calm | Hustle |Gender: Female
Pokémon Bio/ Personality:

Calm, serene and typically in control. Tattilgat—or Tatty as Bo affectionately calls her from time to time, is Bo’s first and most loyal Pokémon on his small collective team. Generally quiet and well collected, Tatty is usually found within the same vicinity Bo is and will actively hunt with him, knowing her master’s body language and signals with absolution, she is well skilled in her job which ranges from distraction, attack, directing and retrieval as well as other tasks that change and conform to whatever unfolds before her. Being a clever thing that she is, she knows, often without order, what is required of her and will act with little to no hesitance.

Having a silent agreement with Bo, the hawk-like Togekiss gets her share in the meats and berries they gather—she’s shown no interest in the greens Bo picks and seems to prefer fresh meat over anything else, seeing it as her ultimate reward for a job well done. She regards other Pokémon in the same manner they might regard her—if they are vicious she will either strike in kind or simply remove herself from the area if the fight is without warrant. Her favorite pastime is nipping Bo’s ear. Incidentally, his ear has a missing portion.

Sangilak| Wartortle| Bold | Torrent |Gender: Male
Pokémon Bio/ Personality:

Outgoing and quite the show off, Sangilak, or Sangi as Bo might refer to him, was acquired through trade in town, said to be a rare foreign Pokémon from over the waters, Bo was intrigued, allowing his curiosity to better him. Upon hatching, Sangi had shown himself to be nothing but trouble, constantly poking his head into things he shouldn’t and having energy that Bo could have sworn was other worldly. In order to help focus the young turtle’s energies, Bo had introduced Sangi to water, where he would swim, hunt and learn the secrets the vast lakes they visited held. The only problem was convincing him to retrieve his catches to land where Bo could net and smoke the fishes, salting others to preserve in a fridge.

While a slow learner, Sangi eventually came about to an agreement with Bo—when he brought the man his fill, he was allowed his own. While sharing, wasn’t quite instinctual for the young turtle, he had soon enough become accustomed to it—at least when it pertained to Bo, anyone else, and all bets were off!

Sangi regularly grooms and fusses over the upkeep of his tail, seeing as how fond he is of it, it’ll be rather alarming once it’s become a stub through evolution.

Sesi| Snover | Serious | Snow Warning |Gender: Male
Pokémon Bio/ Personality:

Sesi is mostly quiet, content to be on his own and keep to himself. Something that Bo respects in the beast though initially, he did not think fondly at all of him. Sesi’s kind had been trouble in the northern territories, while genuinely curious, they were also known to make trouble. This brought on a myth that spread through story that Snover and their adult counterparts would become so deeply curious of humans that they would abscond with them if given the chance. A story that Bo’s mothers would often tell to frighten him and his sister into obedience and have them lay to bed at a decent hour when they were being nuisances.

While it wasn’t a story that Bo took to heart any longer, it did give him caution when he spotted the Snover whilst heading to the southern territories of Unova. Sesi, though curious, didn’t seem to pay Bo no mind as he dug for some roots to eat—feeling sorry for the creature being out in the cold and having to upturn the frozen ground, Bo threw him some food.

From that day, Sesi followed him, though with distance, assisting the man in his hunts and pulling the elements to Bo’s advantage.

During the winter months, Sesi will leave the cabin in the woods and go hunting and gathering, by the day’s end, he’ll leave Bo a portion of his finds and then leave once more for days on in. Bo concerns himself little over Sesi, knowing full well that he can take care of his own.