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Description

General

Pokemon: Gallade
Nickname: Phoebos
Gender: Male
Birthdate: Month/ Day
Current Age: 24
Orientation: Bisexual

Family:
Father: Gallade (assumed) - he never met him.
Mother: Gardevoir (assumed) - he never met her.
Siblings: Unknown in number and name - he never met them.

Romantic Partner: N/A
Offspring: N/A

Pokemon Stats

Current Level: 38
Nature: Brave
Moves:
Close Combat - The user fights the target up close without guarding itself. This also lowers the user's Defense and Sp. Def stats.
Confusion - The target is hit by a weak telekinetic force. This may also confuse the target.
Fury Cutter - The target is slashed with scythes or claws. This attack becomes more powerful if it hits in succession.
Psycho Cut - The user tears at the target with blades formed by psychic power. Critical hits land more easily.

Battle Stats:
Attack:
Defense:
Speed:
Sp. Attack:
Sp. Defense:

Residence: As a pokemon, where does your character find their home.
PokeHuman Stats

Occupation: Tattoo Artist
Town of Residence: Laverre City
Appearance: Phoebos the Gallade's human form is one that would leave some staring, but not because it is a bad disguise. He is a tall man with broad shoulders and a rather muscular structured body, dressed in colours reminiscent of his Pokémon form and what some humans may refer to as "punk" - dark colours and leather. Although, in order to honour his Pokémon form, his trousers are always a base of white, though sometimes they can have details in order colours. His hair is cut in the style of medium-length Mohawk, coloured in two tones of green similar to those of the head of his form as a Pokémon. Most days, his hair will appear styled, but every now and again he lets it just flop over on his head - this is usually when he's in a bad mood. he has a lot of piercings, name two above his left eyebrow, snakebites below his mouth, stretchers in both earlobes and a few normal stud piercings around the sides of his ears in an asymmetrical pattern.
Personals

Personality:
Animated | Courageous | Blunt | Forceful | Determined | Modern | Sarcastic | Proud | Sceptical | Coarse | Disorderly | Excitable
Phoebos absolutely hates humans, he thinks they're the lowest kind of scum the world has to offer, and he doesn't trust any of them one bit and wishes that they would all just disappear - or better yet, die a horrible and painful death. Well, to be honest he doesn't really trust anyone, except Natri. He does like art though, since it's a medium that he can control, and has discovered that by becoming a tattoo artist, not only would he be able to make art, but he would also get the added bonus of inflicting pain to humans completely legally. This is his favourite activity in the world nowadays, right up there along with throwing his fist in someone's face. If he's not deeply concentrated and staring at someone's naked skin, or out throwing punches at random people, Phoebos is usually either eating, simply too tired to be doing any of the aforementioned things, or hangout out with Natri. He's a pretty straight-forward guy in this respect, and his speech pattern reflect that part of him, using mostly simple language and some curse words, he doesn't sound particularly... intelligent.

History:
Phoebos was supposed to have hatched at Goldenrod Daycare centre, being bred there due to the reputation of it being one of the best centres to be found, but shortly before he was able to, he was stolen. The trainer who stole him also took another egg, one which would one day become his friend Natri the Gardevoir. For quite some time the two of them were stuck together, along with other stolen Pokémon, fighting at the command of a trainer whom didn't even care for them. The man's only goal was to win, so his Pokémon's health was of little concern to him. That, as well as the fact that their trainer was terrified of being found out, was what kept them from ever being properly treated at a Pokémon Centre, due to this fact, his friend Natri especially received many lasting injuries - although Phoebos himself got away with only scars.
For quite some time, Phoebos continues to serve this master, but he young Pokémon - by this time a fully evolved Gallade - still felt great loyalty and affection for the man, continuing to do his absolute best. Alas, his best proved not to be enough, as he was rather badly injured during a fight, the defeat a result of his very low speed percentage. Due to this defeat, and the injuries the Gallade had received, their trainer decided to leave Phoebos behind. He would probably have died right there if the kind Gardevoir hadn't run away to help him, and due to this he feels eternally indebted to her.
Time passed, although how much, he could never tell you, as he is unsure himself, and his injuries healed. He was left with many scars around his body to remind him of his dark past. But what was most damaged was his sense of trust for others, and his belief in humans. He had been abandoned to die by his trainer, and for this he vowed never to serve another human for as long as he lived, as well as to protect Natri like she had protected him, even if it might cost him his life. Then came the day where he discovered the power of the Dittech device.
He now lives in Laverre City, where he has settled down and gotten himself a job as a tattoo artist. He enjoys his new life, living among the humans as if he was one of them. it gives him a sort of rush to know that they have no idea as to what he really is, or what he could be capable of. The idea that he could at any time he wanted to, attack a human and take them down, only to disappear in his Pokémon form is probably the happiest thought he knows, and it is what keeps him going every day - that and the image of their pained faces when he applies a new tattoo on their body.

Extras:
Phoebos loves to accessorize, especially in the form of piercings and tattoos.

Relationships:
TBA as Meme
User Info

Time Zone: GMT + 1
Chat Availability: I'm usually online throughout most of the day, although I currently have an automated timer set to switch the internet off at midnight so I will not be online any later than that. This is subject to change once I move in January and as thus I should be able to be on later after that.

Role-Play Example: (This post was written as an example for a marvel setting group on tumblr, it is written for a character whose personality closely resembles that of Phoebos, and this was why I chose this post to show. I would have written a new one as Phoebos if i had the time, but alas, my internet will go poof soon, so due to my really bad timing skills, I had to stick you with this)

This was it, Fury Academy. The school built for training gifted youngsters. The place where heroes of the future were residing. The place in which his family was to be be found. Family… usually that meant people who cared for you, but Jormun had never experienced that himself. He’d seen it around, had observed the way midgardians interacted with one another depending on what their relationships were. He’d seen them grow up, evolve over the ages. He was far older and wiser than most of the people on this planet, and yet he felt like a child lost in a foreign country.
He’d been abandoned when he was young. Left on this planet with no one to look after him, apart from himself. He’d had to raise himself, and to teach himself the ways of the world. Not that mattered right now. There was no way of changing the past and even if there was, and if he were to do so… who was to say that he would be any happier than he was now? At least with the way it was currently, he was his own master, made his own decisions. He’d been the one who decided to travel to this place and search out the ones whom had thrown him away all those years ago, was he not? The one who had made the choice to grace them with his presence.
That was why he was currently standing in the pouring rain, looking up at a pair of ridiculously flashy towers. Was it really necessary for this Stark man to advertise his name so boldly? He had to admit that he would like a tower like that to himself, but he would most definitely not have made it quite so… distasteful. He had a sense of style, after all. But enough thoughts of this mortal-made building. He had more important things to do. Like figuring out which family member to seek out first… And as his thoughts settled on a name, his lips curled into a dangerous grin, sharp teeth exposed and eyes wild in their sockets “I’m coming for you, brother dearest!”

Description

General

Pokemon: Gallade
Nickname: Phoebos
Gender: Male
Birthdate: Month/ Day
Current Age: 24
Orientation: Bisexual

Family:
Father: Gallade (assumed) - he never met him.
Mother: Gardevoir (assumed) - he never met her.
Siblings: Unknown in number and name - he never met them.

Romantic Partner: N/A
Offspring: N/A

Pokemon Stats

Current Level: 38
Nature: Brave
Moves:
Close Combat - The user fights the target up close without guarding itself. This also lowers the user's Defense and Sp. Def stats.
Confusion - The target is hit by a weak telekinetic force. This may also confuse the target.
Fury Cutter - The target is slashed with scythes or claws. This attack becomes more powerful if it hits in succession.
Psycho Cut - The user tears at the target with blades formed by psychic power. Critical hits land more easily.

Battle Stats:
Attack:
Defense:
Speed:
Sp. Attack:
Sp. Defense:

Residence: As a pokemon, where does your character find their home.
PokeHuman Stats

Occupation: Tattoo Artist
Town of Residence: Laverre City
Appearance: Phoebos the Gallade's human form is one that would leave some staring, but not because it is a bad disguise. He is a tall man with broad shoulders and a rather muscular structured body, dressed in colours reminiscent of his Pokémon form and what some humans may refer to as "punk" - dark colours and leather. Although, in order to honour his Pokémon form, his trousers are always a base of white, though sometimes they can have details in order colours. His hair is cut in the style of medium-length Mohawk, coloured in two tones of green similar to those of the head of his form as a Pokémon. Most days, his hair will appear styled, but every now and again he lets it just flop over on his head - this is usually when he's in a bad mood. he has a lot of piercings, name two above his left eyebrow, snakebites below his mouth, stretchers in both earlobes and a few normal stud piercings around the sides of his ears in an asymmetrical pattern.
Personals

Personality:
Animated | Courageous | Blunt | Forceful | Determined | Modern | Sarcastic | Proud | Sceptical | Coarse | Disorderly | Excitable
Phoebos absolutely hates humans, he thinks they're the lowest kind of scum the world has to offer, and he doesn't trust any of them one bit and wishes that they would all just disappear - or better yet, die a horrible and painful death. Well, to be honest he doesn't really trust anyone, except Natri. He does like art though, since it's a medium that he can control, and has discovered that by becoming a tattoo artist, not only would he be able to make art, but he would also get the added bonus of inflicting pain to humans completely legally. This is his favourite activity in the world nowadays, right up there along with throwing his fist in someone's face. If he's not deeply concentrated and staring at someone's naked skin, or out throwing punches at random people, Phoebos is usually either eating, simply too tired to be doing any of the aforementioned things, or hangout out with Natri. He's a pretty straight-forward guy in this respect, and his speech pattern reflect that part of him, using mostly simple language and some curse words, he doesn't sound particularly... intelligent.

History:
Phoebos was supposed to have hatched at Goldenrod Daycare centre, being bred there due to the reputation of it being one of the best centres to be found, but shortly before he was able to, he was stolen. The trainer who stole him also took another egg, one which would one day become his friend Natri the Gardevoir. For quite some time the two of them were stuck together, along with other stolen Pokémon, fighting at the command of a trainer whom didn't even care for them. The man's only goal was to win, so his Pokémon's health was of little concern to him. That, as well as the fact that their trainer was terrified of being found out, was what kept them from ever being properly treated at a Pokémon Centre, due to this fact, his friend Natri especially received many lasting injuries - although Phoebos himself got away with only scars.
For quite some time, Phoebos continues to serve this master, but he young Pokémon - by this time a fully evolved Gallade - still felt great loyalty and affection for the man, continuing to do his absolute best. Alas, his best proved not to be enough, as he was rather badly injured during a fight, the defeat a result of his very low speed percentage. Due to this defeat, and the injuries the Gallade had received, their trainer decided to leave Phoebos behind. He would probably have died right there if the kind Gardevoir hadn't run away to help him, and due to this he feels eternally indebted to her.
Time passed, although how much, he could never tell you, as he is unsure himself, and his injuries healed. He was left with many scars around his body to remind him of his dark past. But what was most damaged was his sense of trust for others, and his belief in humans. He had been abandoned to die by his trainer, and for this he vowed never to serve another human for as long as he lived, as well as to protect Natri like she had protected him, even if it might cost him his life. Then came the day where he discovered the power of the Dittech device.
He now lives in Laverre City, where he has settled down and gotten himself a job as a tattoo artist. He enjoys his new life, living among the humans as if he was one of them. it gives him a sort of rush to know that they have no idea as to what he really is, or what he could be capable of. The idea that he could at any time he wanted to, attack a human and take them down, only to disappear in his Pokémon form is probably the happiest thought he knows, and it is what keeps him going every day - that and the image of their pained faces when he applies a new tattoo on their body.

Extras:
Phoebos loves to accessorize, especially in the form of piercings and tattoos.

Relationships:
TBA as Meme
User Info

Time Zone: GMT + 1
Chat Availability: I'm usually online throughout most of the day, although I currently have an automated timer set to switch the internet off at midnight so I will not be online any later than that. This is subject to change once I move in January and as thus I should be able to be on later after that.

Role-Play Example: (This post was written as an example for a marvel setting group on tumblr, it is written for a character whose personality closely resembles that of Phoebos, and this was why I chose this post to show. I would have written a new one as Phoebos if i had the time, but alas, my internet will go poof soon, so due to my really bad timing skills, I had to stick you with this)

This was it, Fury Academy. The school built for training gifted youngsters. The place where heroes of the future were residing. The place in which his family was to be be found. Family… usually that meant people who cared for you, but Jormun had never experienced that himself. He’d seen it around, had observed the way midgardians interacted with one another depending on what their relationships were. He’d seen them grow up, evolve over the ages. He was far older and wiser than most of the people on this planet, and yet he felt like a child lost in a foreign country.
He’d been abandoned when he was young. Left on this planet with no one to look after him, apart from himself. He’d had to raise himself, and to teach himself the ways of the world. Not that mattered right now. There was no way of changing the past and even if there was, and if he were to do so… who was to say that he would be any happier than he was now? At least with the way it was currently, he was his own master, made his own decisions. He’d been the one who decided to travel to this place and search out the ones whom had thrown him away all those years ago, was he not? The one who had made the choice to grace them with his presence.
That was why he was currently standing in the pouring rain, looking up at a pair of ridiculously flashy towers. Was it really necessary for this Stark man to advertise his name so boldly? He had to admit that he would like a tower like that to himself, but he would most definitely not have made it quite so… distasteful. He had a sense of style, after all. But enough thoughts of this mortal-made building. He had more important things to do. Like figuring out which family member to seek out first… And as his thoughts settled on a name, his lips curled into a dangerous grin, sharp teeth exposed and eyes wild in their sockets “I’m coming for you, brother dearest!”