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It's raining apps... Hallelujah! It's raining apps~ Yeah, yeah~! //cough
Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to tell you that... it does get better --->
Aram gets a fresh redesign for Mechanismon , finally looks his age and helps out with pointing out a two year improvement. Man, my style did change after all!

Name: Aram

Pokemon: Growlithe

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Height: 6'3"

Rank: F

Level: 5

Type:

Country: Agwa

Class: Mercenary

Moves:
- Close Combat (Egg move) - He gets close and personal, inflicting powerful damage on his target but leaving himself open to attacks as well, his defense capabilities dropping.
- Roar - He lets out a roar, creating a shockwave which sends his foes flying away and temporarily deafens them if they were near enough.
- Bite - He bites with viciously sharp fangs, having a chance to take the target by surprise and make them flinch.

Ability: Intimidate - his stare unnerves his foes, lowering their attack and morale.

Accessory:
- Weapon - Brass Knuckles, Knife
- Googles - Protect his eyes (for example in the desert or particularly harsh sun), but wears them around his neck most of the time. Also used to pull his hair back from his eyes when he actually needs to see.

Personality: Usually very calm and quiet, he rarely says a word by his own volition. Despite his appearance, behind the constant glare hides a collected and intelligent persona, one with the nerves of steel. He is capable of taking an incredible amount of taunts and insults to his self without as much as batting an eyelash, which with the addition of his silence and hard stare tends to unnerve people a lot. As a mercenary, he is the guy one ought to call for threatening or body guarding, his imposing figure being more than enough to give potential troublemakers second thoughts. Once he accepts an assignment, he will do everything in his power to finish it. Aram's definitively not the easiest guy to make friends with, but once one breaks through his supposedly cold exterior, they gain a fiercely loyal friend and a personal furnace. If respected, will treat with a mutual respect - if not, he will most likely ignore you. He never rushes into a fight without analyzing the enemy first and knowing he could lose. When times call for it, he will run away.

Talents: Fire doesn't faze him at all, being a fire-type and all. He radiates incredible body warmth, which keeps him unaffected by cold and he can regulate his temperature. Thanks to that, he gives incredible hugs (if one somehow manages to convenience him to give one first, or simply embraces him without a permission). A splendid hand-to-hand fighter, likes to get close and personal with punches and kicks, though he had his fair share of experience with martial arts that he tends to rely on more often than not. Has a very good sense of hearing and smell and is capable of outrunning most.

Weaknesses: He avoids water as much as possible, though his Agwian heritage had taught him how not to drown – still, if it’s not a bath, he is not interested. As his fighting style centers around power and speed, he is often left wide open for attacks, weak defense resulting in the significant amount of scars found on his body. Because of his good hearing, very loud noises may hurt his ears and confuse him. Same thing goes for his sense of smell. Definitively not the perfect companion for a social event, richer events cause him to feel awkward and out of place. His bangs render him partially blind.

Background: He was born on one of the many isles that make Agwa, to an Arcanine mother, Maya. She raised him alone, his father remaining a mystery other than the fact he was a Lucario, from whom he inherited his infamous ruby eyes. The pair took to travelling almost right away, as Maya’s job did not allow her to stay in one place for too long – she was a mercenary and did not stop working even with a small child, and so the little Growlithe grew surrounded by violence and a merry band of misfits, most of whom he still keeps in touch with. The moment he could hold out on his own, rather than the son of the boss, he became a member of the gang – the family made quite a duo, as where his mother was an impulsive, emotional individual, there he filled in with his calm, collected persona that could analyze the situation before throwing himself in the middle of it. They stayed together for twenty years, when during a surprise ambush on a job-went-astray he had suffered a nearly fatal wound, leading him to a long line of thought when he was recovering. He decided on leaving the family nest and going solo, intent on experiencing the world by himself – the band did not take the news well, but ultimately understood, sometimes crossing paths on a job as Aram had never changed his occupation that was literally beaten into him since early age. He had settled down in the slums of Bandulu, living in a ruined house with one wall made of an old sail (a particularly explosive thief had decided on not using the doors, and the dog was not bothered to fix it ever since). Particularly infamous in his neighborhood for not possessing a lock (broken the one time he lost his keys, when he had to ram in the doors. He had not bothered to buy a new one ever since), the dog experiences unannounced visitors at least once a week. Sometimes they are thieves, looking for easy loot, sometimes local children that want him to teach them fight or a frantic neighbor fresh out of sugar, which he was always happy to provide. Too lazy to fix the sorry state of his home as his job makes him leave it quite often, it is free of anything worth selling – a few pieces of furniture, food in various state of decay and a bag of weights hidden under his bed, too heavy for a regular thief to lift. Were one of the few family mementos to be stolen, with his sense of smell he is able to quickly find the culprit and take his possession back – he treats it as a game of sorts, at this point. He made a name for himself in the mercenary circles and can be found doing odd jobs around town, usually keeping to the poorer districts of Bandulu unless he has to work out of town.

Other:
- He takes pride in his tail and makes sure to brush it regularly.
- When he is the one to strike up a casual conversation, no matter what deadpan face he has on, you can be sure he actually likes you.
- Though he takes all kinds of insults to his person in stride, do NOT disrespect his mother.
- He is very self-conscious about his eyes, that’s why he keeps them covered by his bangs even if it makes it difficult to see properly.
- The only piece of furniture with worth in the dog’s eyes is his bed – it holds symbolical value to him, and trying to steal it is the easiest way to rile him up.
- Ever since taking a bottle to the head meant for another during a bouncer job, he is particularly liked among the Red District’s population – not as a customer, but as a man you can trust.
- His love for his mother is equal only to his fear of her.
- His claws cause his tailor work to be sloppy, and the stitches on his clothes tend to be uneven. He does not buy new garments until the old ones are no better than rags – in his line of work, they get destroyed easily and he can’t be bothered buying new ones every single time he gets hit.

Personal Quote:
"...Very well."

Theme song: Kansas - Carry On My Wayward Son

Description

It's raining apps... Hallelujah! It's raining apps~ Yeah, yeah~! //cough
Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to tell you that... it does get better --->
Aram gets a fresh redesign for Mechanismon , finally looks his age and helps out with pointing out a two year improvement. Man, my style did change after all!

Name: Aram

Pokemon: Growlithe

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Height: 6'3"

Rank: F

Level: 5

Type:

Country: Agwa

Class: Mercenary

Moves:
- Close Combat (Egg move) - He gets close and personal, inflicting powerful damage on his target but leaving himself open to attacks as well, his defense capabilities dropping.
- Roar - He lets out a roar, creating a shockwave which sends his foes flying away and temporarily deafens them if they were near enough.
- Bite - He bites with viciously sharp fangs, having a chance to take the target by surprise and make them flinch.

Ability: Intimidate - his stare unnerves his foes, lowering their attack and morale.

Accessory:
- Weapon - Brass Knuckles, Knife
- Googles - Protect his eyes (for example in the desert or particularly harsh sun), but wears them around his neck most of the time. Also used to pull his hair back from his eyes when he actually needs to see.

Personality: Usually very calm and quiet, he rarely says a word by his own volition. Despite his appearance, behind the constant glare hides a collected and intelligent persona, one with the nerves of steel. He is capable of taking an incredible amount of taunts and insults to his self without as much as batting an eyelash, which with the addition of his silence and hard stare tends to unnerve people a lot. As a mercenary, he is the guy one ought to call for threatening or body guarding, his imposing figure being more than enough to give potential troublemakers second thoughts. Once he accepts an assignment, he will do everything in his power to finish it. Aram's definitively not the easiest guy to make friends with, but once one breaks through his supposedly cold exterior, they gain a fiercely loyal friend and a personal furnace. If respected, will treat with a mutual respect - if not, he will most likely ignore you. He never rushes into a fight without analyzing the enemy first and knowing he could lose. When times call for it, he will run away.

Talents: Fire doesn't faze him at all, being a fire-type and all. He radiates incredible body warmth, which keeps him unaffected by cold and he can regulate his temperature. Thanks to that, he gives incredible hugs (if one somehow manages to convenience him to give one first, or simply embraces him without a permission). A splendid hand-to-hand fighter, likes to get close and personal with punches and kicks, though he had his fair share of experience with martial arts that he tends to rely on more often than not. Has a very good sense of hearing and smell and is capable of outrunning most.

Weaknesses: He avoids water as much as possible, though his Agwian heritage had taught him how not to drown – still, if it’s not a bath, he is not interested. As his fighting style centers around power and speed, he is often left wide open for attacks, weak defense resulting in the significant amount of scars found on his body. Because of his good hearing, very loud noises may hurt his ears and confuse him. Same thing goes for his sense of smell. Definitively not the perfect companion for a social event, richer events cause him to feel awkward and out of place. His bangs render him partially blind.

Background: He was born on one of the many isles that make Agwa, to an Arcanine mother, Maya. She raised him alone, his father remaining a mystery other than the fact he was a Lucario, from whom he inherited his infamous ruby eyes. The pair took to travelling almost right away, as Maya’s job did not allow her to stay in one place for too long – she was a mercenary and did not stop working even with a small child, and so the little Growlithe grew surrounded by violence and a merry band of misfits, most of whom he still keeps in touch with. The moment he could hold out on his own, rather than the son of the boss, he became a member of the gang – the family made quite a duo, as where his mother was an impulsive, emotional individual, there he filled in with his calm, collected persona that could analyze the situation before throwing himself in the middle of it. They stayed together for twenty years, when during a surprise ambush on a job-went-astray he had suffered a nearly fatal wound, leading him to a long line of thought when he was recovering. He decided on leaving the family nest and going solo, intent on experiencing the world by himself – the band did not take the news well, but ultimately understood, sometimes crossing paths on a job as Aram had never changed his occupation that was literally beaten into him since early age. He had settled down in the slums of Bandulu, living in a ruined house with one wall made of an old sail (a particularly explosive thief had decided on not using the doors, and the dog was not bothered to fix it ever since). Particularly infamous in his neighborhood for not possessing a lock (broken the one time he lost his keys, when he had to ram in the doors. He had not bothered to buy a new one ever since), the dog experiences unannounced visitors at least once a week. Sometimes they are thieves, looking for easy loot, sometimes local children that want him to teach them fight or a frantic neighbor fresh out of sugar, which he was always happy to provide. Too lazy to fix the sorry state of his home as his job makes him leave it quite often, it is free of anything worth selling – a few pieces of furniture, food in various state of decay and a bag of weights hidden under his bed, too heavy for a regular thief to lift. Were one of the few family mementos to be stolen, with his sense of smell he is able to quickly find the culprit and take his possession back – he treats it as a game of sorts, at this point. He made a name for himself in the mercenary circles and can be found doing odd jobs around town, usually keeping to the poorer districts of Bandulu unless he has to work out of town.

Other:
- He takes pride in his tail and makes sure to brush it regularly.
- When he is the one to strike up a casual conversation, no matter what deadpan face he has on, you can be sure he actually likes you.
- Though he takes all kinds of insults to his person in stride, do NOT disrespect his mother.
- He is very self-conscious about his eyes, that’s why he keeps them covered by his bangs even if it makes it difficult to see properly.
- The only piece of furniture with worth in the dog’s eyes is his bed – it holds symbolical value to him, and trying to steal it is the easiest way to rile him up.
- Ever since taking a bottle to the head meant for another during a bouncer job, he is particularly liked among the Red District’s population – not as a customer, but as a man you can trust.
- His love for his mother is equal only to his fear of her.
- His claws cause his tailor work to be sloppy, and the stitches on his clothes tend to be uneven. He does not buy new garments until the old ones are no better than rags – in his line of work, they get destroyed easily and he can’t be bothered buying new ones every single time he gets hit.

Personal Quote:
"...Very well."

Theme song: Kansas - Carry On My Wayward Son