Post by puck on Aug 22, 2017 4:23:17 GMT
PUCK FULL NAME: Puck AGE: 18 BIOLOGICAL GENDER: Male MEMBER GROUP: Military HOME COUNTRY: Invictus OCCUPATION: Explorer, new recruit POKEMON // WHAT ARE YOU? SPECIES: Charmander ABILITY: Blaze LEVEL: 13 EGG MOVE AND CLASS BONUS: Dragon Pulse & start at level 15 (13 instead) DRASTIC CHANGES: Normal OVERALL APPEARANCE Probably on the ‘darker’ spectrum of orange if you stood him next to another of his species. Lower right canine tooth juts out to the side a little and gives him a very slight underbite, though it’s not very noticeable when he opens his mouth. A couple of inches taller than average with a sturdy build. Blue eyes and signature flaming tail tip.Often carries a fairly worn looking rucksack slung on his back. It’s tannish in color with brown leather straps. PERSONALITY // WHO ARE YOU? LIKES ✔ sparring - Puck’s always been a little bit scrappy and while he’s at least better now at picking his battles and not letting himself get too heated (hah), his occupation leads itself to strength and he’s quick to get into scuffles if it’ll serve to expand his repertoire. ✔ food - Considering he was raised by a chef this isn’t all that surprising, and Puck has yet to meet a fruit or berry he doesn’t like. He also enjoys preparing meals and rarely goes hungry on his explorations - able to improvise and work with what he has at his disposal. ✔ rain - A little ironic given his species, but Puck usually has no qualms with walking in a shower as long as he’s in good condition and isn’t concerned about his tail tip going out. The sounds of a storm always soothed him when he was younger, and he’s continued to carry that with him as he’s aged. DISLIKES ✖ too much attention - As (generally) friendly as he is, Puck doesn’t really know what to do with himself in front of a crowd, making him not the best choice for politics or leadership outside of a small team. Good thing he went for the militia! ✖ White Dawn - Puck low-key believes that this organization - while it tends to work closely with his own branch of employment - had something to do with his father’s disappearance. He has no proof, of course, and it’s just as possible that it’s baseless conjecture, but he’s heard talk and they sure do seem shady. This makes him a bit biased against its members, and inherently more apprehensive of their intentions. ✖ arrogance - Big talk without backing up your words makes you a liar, and he could easily be called a hypocrite for it - but Puck genuinely believes in what he’s capable of, and few things get under his skin like someone acting high and mighty without the right to do so. Of course, occasionally he’ll get his butt handed to him by misjudging who he’s dealing with, but that rarely stops him from trying to put a “jerk” right in their place when he can. HABITS ► blowing smoke rings when bored or daydreaming ► clicking two claws together while under stress or deep in thought FEARS ►confined spaces - Extremely specific, but it’s one of those things rooted in a harrowing memory, something that’ll send him into a panic and stamp out his rational thought. Luckily, most dungeons are spacious enough, and ideally he’d like to be able to conquer more eerie passageways with time and experience. OVERALL For better or worse, Puck is persistent and confident in his abilities - he’s also pretty easy to read as far as his emotions go, and not just because the flame at the end of his tail often gives him away. It takes a little more to provoke him nowadays (explorers have to keep a level head!) but that doesn’t mean he’ll back down from a challenge, and if he feels like he needs to call somebody’s bluff or otherwise prove himself he can still wind up in quite a bit of trouble. In general he’s still the eager new recruit, more than willing to jump at the chance to test his skills. Cooperation is still very much a work in progress, though, and Puck is likely to butt heads with any other pokemon that also proves to have a strong personality. HISTORY // BUT WHY? He was often the one sent home with bruises, leaping into bouts against other kids at school without so much as an ounce of forethought - usually in defense of a friend, sometimes simply because they started it. Presented to an exasperated mother with his arms crossed, tail lashing, its tip wildly ablaze to match his adamance because he was NOT apologizing when they definitely deserved what they got. Slender as she was, she still towered over him, a pillar of strength and admiration, her wings outstretched and smoke furling with disapproval from her nostrils. It was always her eyes that got to him, fierce but affectionate; “I want the best for you.” Then the next day he’d seek out his opponent, with all their scratches and burns, and mumble amends. While there was no doubting his sincerity, he’d consider it misdirected; Puck was only ever really sorry for causing her disappointment, for ever making her think that he could one day go the way of his father, never to be seen again. Fast-forward a few years. The charmander had helped run his mother’s small bakery in some capacity or another from the time he was able, and they’d always managed to do fairly well - word traveled fast, after all, of pastries and pies with crust crisped so precisely by the charizard and her son. He’d take over someday, he always said, and perhaps that’d be true, but she knew the more immediate future had something else in store for the young fire-type. Puck had mellowed, just a little, as he matured, but there was no denying the boy’s tenacity and strength - he would make a capable explorer, and she knew the way his eyes lit up whenever he talked about the stories he overheard from those customers that were members of the military. Just like his father. Whenever the dragonite would come home she always loved listening to him talk about his adventures - regardless of how much she missed him while he was gone. But she couldn’t ignore that ache in her chest, the way her heart twisted with worry on the day that he told her he’d officially been recruited. They had never been given any straight answers about the disappearance of Puck’s father all those years ago, and while she knew the odds of the same fate befalling her son were slim, anything could happen in the depths of the dungeons. OOC // WE UNDERSTAND OOC NAME ►Cootie OTHER CHARACTERS ►n/a |
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