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Description
Pants are Tights FYI

NAME:
Jared Vonsil

POKEMON:
Luxray

GENDER:
Male

AGE:
32

JOB:
Assassian. Occupation: Small Novel Writer.

KINGDOM:
Pandemoria, Lacks a current home. Likes to sleep in Crevices of Rooftops.

ABILITY:
Rivarly

LEVEL;
1.

ATTACKS;
---

LIKES
• Delicous smelling food.
• Unstable people.
• Finishing a job.
• Writing
• Sharpening his Knives.
• His Tail

Dislikes
• Fussy people.
• Canines.
• People who Talk too much.
• Noisyness.
• Sharpening his Knives.
• Feelings.

PERSONALITY.
Does not do well with people, mostly because of his past with people. He's paranoid and often just remains blank when around others. He prefers to be off the ground or in a alleyway then actually in the crowd.
He's more of a loner basically. If you want to get to know him you are going to have to put some effort into it. He likes to be around people similar to him, if you are too cheery he will leave ya' alone. If you fuss over him, once again he
will tell you to go away.

I will add more to this since i tend to have my characters act WAYY Differantly, Let me Rp with him.))

HISTORY.

All he would prefer to remeber, Is the somewhat snuggly pile of blankets and straw stuck between the Inn and a old home, owned by a small elderly woman he would often speak too, Or
linger in her Living room by the fireplace when it just simply got to Cold out. He abandoned his place within his Family, a Third son and a long forgotten on at that. Though he took to the streets
faster then his Mother would have hoped i'm sure. Starting out as a thief, pick pocketing unsuspecting Passersby.

He had the habit of taking in Pokemon who were in need. He happened upon a Luxray with one of it's eyes missing, the small thing was curled behide a fireplace that had long been blown out. With a small sight, he bundled the
thing in his arms and retreated back to what he called his -home- which simply was a Wooden box that had rottened away on one side that he showed straw and old blankets in. The Luxray fit neatly in the corner of the Make-shift home.
Elven year-old Jared wrapped tightly in the other end. The luxio became his partner.. His best friend in a sense. He never got along with other people, And since most others who were in the same predicement as him weren't exactly all that -nice-. He just
didn't bother, expect for The old woman he never really bothered to catch the name of. He had found a few places in town that offered food to The Homeless, but it mainly was just bread and water that he had to share most of it with Luxray that he kiddingly named Pulse.

Jareds Hideyhole had been found by two neighboring Thieves, One he believed to be seveteen the other Fifteen, Needless to say they attempted to Kill pulse along with himself, Barely escaping with the lifeless Pulse. He broke down, running intill he found a spot to hide.
Trying to force-feed Pulse water along with the fact he himself was slowly deteriorating , His vision dimishing. He would awake several hours later. Near somthing that smelled of rotting flesh and fish guts. His eyes fluttering open with one of the Biggest migraines he had ever
experianced. Rubbing his eye anxiously that had grown quite itchy, Scaring covering that side of his face which he was lost as to how it got there. He quickly looked around for Pulse, or what was left of pulse.. He couldn't find him. Only later when he had been able to take a peek
at himself from a small Shoppe's window. Had he found that Pulse had merged with him somehow.

ADDITIONAL INFO
He has Four scars, one on his Lower back, one on his face, another on his arm. And one on his shoulder.

Description
Pants are Tights FYI

NAME:
Jared Vonsil

POKEMON:
Luxray

GENDER:
Male

AGE:
32

JOB:
Assassian. Occupation: Small Novel Writer.

KINGDOM:
Pandemoria, Lacks a current home. Likes to sleep in Crevices of Rooftops.

ABILITY:
Rivarly

LEVEL;
1.

ATTACKS;
---

LIKES
• Delicous smelling food.
• Unstable people.
• Finishing a job.
• Writing
• Sharpening his Knives.
• His Tail

Dislikes
• Fussy people.
• Canines.
• People who Talk too much.
• Noisyness.
• Sharpening his Knives.
• Feelings.

PERSONALITY.
Does not do well with people, mostly because of his past with people. He's paranoid and often just remains blank when around others. He prefers to be off the ground or in a alleyway then actually in the crowd.
He's more of a loner basically. If you want to get to know him you are going to have to put some effort into it. He likes to be around people similar to him, if you are too cheery he will leave ya' alone. If you fuss over him, once again he
will tell you to go away.

I will add more to this since i tend to have my characters act WAYY Differantly, Let me Rp with him.))

HISTORY.

All he would prefer to remeber, Is the somewhat snuggly pile of blankets and straw stuck between the Inn and a old home, owned by a small elderly woman he would often speak too, Or
linger in her Living room by the fireplace when it just simply got to Cold out. He abandoned his place within his Family, a Third son and a long forgotten on at that. Though he took to the streets
faster then his Mother would have hoped i'm sure. Starting out as a thief, pick pocketing unsuspecting Passersby.

He had the habit of taking in Pokemon who were in need. He happened upon a Luxray with one of it's eyes missing, the small thing was curled behide a fireplace that had long been blown out. With a small sight, he bundled the
thing in his arms and retreated back to what he called his -home- which simply was a Wooden box that had rottened away on one side that he showed straw and old blankets in. The Luxray fit neatly in the corner of the Make-shift home.
Elven year-old Jared wrapped tightly in the other end. The luxio became his partner.. His best friend in a sense. He never got along with other people, And since most others who were in the same predicement as him weren't exactly all that -nice-. He just
didn't bother, expect for The old woman he never really bothered to catch the name of. He had found a few places in town that offered food to The Homeless, but it mainly was just bread and water that he had to share most of it with Luxray that he kiddingly named Pulse.

Jareds Hideyhole had been found by two neighboring Thieves, One he believed to be seveteen the other Fifteen, Needless to say they attempted to Kill pulse along with himself, Barely escaping with the lifeless Pulse. He broke down, running intill he found a spot to hide.
Trying to force-feed Pulse water along with the fact he himself was slowly deteriorating , His vision dimishing. He would awake several hours later. Near somthing that smelled of rotting flesh and fish guts. His eyes fluttering open with one of the Biggest migraines he had ever
experianced. Rubbing his eye anxiously that had grown quite itchy, Scaring covering that side of his face which he was lost as to how it got there. He quickly looked around for Pulse, or what was left of pulse.. He couldn't find him. Only later when he had been able to take a peek
at himself from a small Shoppe's window. Had he found that Pulse had merged with him somehow.

ADDITIONAL INFO
He has Four scars, one on his Lower back, one on his face, another on his arm. And one on his shoulder.