Richard Moudry Aug 28, 2017 20:38:20 GMT
Post by dantelion on Aug 28, 2017 20:38:20 GMT
Moudry, Richard M.
FULL NAME: Richard Moudry
BIOLOGICAL GENDER: Male
MEMBER GROUP: Outlaw
HOME COUNTRY: MALDREAR
OCCUPATION: Scavenger - Moudry is a scavenger he is not afraid to take things that have seemed abandoned. It has made him be called thief many times.
POKEMON // WHAT ARE YOU?
ABILITY: Flash Fire
EGG MOVE AND CLASS BONUS: Counter and 700gold
DRASTIC CHANGES: Shiny
Richard is a shiny Houndour. His fur is a light blue. While his brown parts look more tan in color. His eyes are a dark brown. Has a slight limp with his back left leg.
PERSONALITY // WHO ARE YOU?
✔Garbage - That is his job after all. He goes around collecting what others do not want.
✔Forging - Also apart of his job. While he can only melt small pieces at a time at the moment he hopes to open his own forge someday smelting pieces of metal into works of art.
✔Water - Unlike most of his species he actually likes water. Growing up in one of the coldest regions he learned to like the hidden hot springs and their boiling water.
So he learned to swim and it has proven quite useful when he finds things floating out in the water.
✖Children - He finds them rather annoying to be honest.
He has no real reason other than that.
✖His Name - Richard was his given name from the outlaw who raised him. He much prefers to go by Ricky or Moudry because his name is too long in his opinion.
✖Conformation - He doesn't go out right against the 'man' but he has no desire to be another whole in the wall. He'll remain true to himself even if it means death.
►Digging - If he smells something interesting underground he is going for it. Even if its in your backyard.
►Scavenging - Dead bodies do not bother him. In fact he actively seeks them out.
►Life - How does one fear life? He fears he will always be just surviving and never actually living.
Richard is a bit blunt. He says what he thinks for the most part and isn't afraid of what others may say about him. He doesn't actively seek conflict but he won't back down from a fight if one is offered.
Not to say he isn't kind either. He prefers helping others even if he complains a bit. He believes making connections will help him in the long run and it doesn't hurt to have other indebted to you.
He draws the line at stealing. Murder in and of itself is something he frowns upon. While he steals from corpses he thinks of it more as reusing things that they no longer have a use for.
HISTORY // BUT WHY?
Death is a terrible event for any family. Four pups left to a mourning father and no teats to suck on. Unable to care for them they were left in an orphanage to be cared for. He grew up with his other siblings quite happily. He wasn't the only rare pup of the litter. He had another brother who was white.
He refused any given name to him. Feeling his last name was the only connection he had to his family. It was his weakness really. While out doing a chore for the headmistress he ran into a battle scarred houndoom. Upon seeing him it walked up and claimed to be his father. His happiness soared feeling like his family would all be together again. His 'father' claimed to be so poor he could not even begin to think about raising all the children. He didn't mind taking one of them though.
It hurt to think only one would get to go. He talked to his brothers and the two normal houndours had already moved past wanting to meet him. They refused to even meet him which left him and his white brother to go see him. They both liked their father. He was funny and loved making jokes.
Eventually, it was his brother that got to go with their father. He was left in the orphanage with the promise they would return after making a bunch of money. He waited five more years. A few weeks after his tenth birthday his 'father' appeared again. This time to take him home as well.
The houndoom led him across the country. Teaching him how to scavenge and make the most out of what no one else wanted. It was to make money to survive. Although his father did a lot more than that. He stole as well burning homes and running in to rescue others all while taking anything valuable.
He didn't catch on at first but once he realized he was a thief he began wondering other things as well. Where was his brother? He began questioning him almost daily until he was answered. In the most horrible way possible. His brother's skin hanging in a shop the rare white fur highly priced. It was a tough battle but he managed to escape wounded and limping but alive.
Never, he would never be the monster he believed his father was. He was alone in the world now and he had no idea which way home was. Did he even have a home? The orphanage wasn't a real home and his siblings were grown now. They no doubt had left to make their own lives.
He had to make his own way now. He would have to make his own home somewhere. Far from the horrors of his life someplace new.
OOC // WE UNDERSTAND
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