Post by Nimbostratus on Nov 5, 2013 13:32:37 GMT -5
Pooch
Male | Poochyena pokemorph | Age 16
Background
Heir apparent to a wealthy and prestigious family, this young lad never wanted for anything. He was born and grew up in Midocian City, with his parents and their servants tending to his every need. He was given an upper-class education which many a child would envy - but he was never truly happy. After all, Midocian City is not the sort of place where children play in the streets; the residents of the golden metropolis are far too important and dignified for that.
All he ever wanted was to be a normal kid.
And so, day by day, he became more and more distant from his parents. On the day he became 13 (and thus legally able to travel by himself) he started leaving home every day, wandering out into the city. As he explored the seedy underbelly of Midocian, he befriended many stray Pokemon, including a Poochyena, with whom he felt an instant kinship. He even 'adopted' the little dog and took it home to his parents. As usual, they looked upon him with a condescending smile, reminding him that he should not associate with such riffraff - but, at the same time, they were unwilling to stop him.
He was given the Pokemorph injection as soon as it became available, of course. He was spliced with his 'pet' Poochyena, at his request. His parents were doting as always, but only because they still thought he was going through a 'phase'. Then one day - not long after he'd turned 15 - both he and Poochyena disappeared.
Naturally, his parents were utterly frantic. They sent their servants to scour every corner of Midocian in search of their son. But he was in the one place he knew they'd never look: the sewers. Living in the 'city' down below, he joined a gang and forsook his birth name, becoming known instead as "Pooch".
But eventually, things went sour - when the gang came under new leadership, the handful of Pokemorph members were told to pack their bags. Heavy-hearted, Pooch prepared to go back to his parents... until he realized that there was another option. Becoming a trainer would grant him what he'd always wanted: true independence. He could travel anywhere, do anything, with no one to boss him around or tie him down.
He liked that idea. And so he left his Poochyena friend behind, knowing that one day they might meet again.
Personality
One's first impression of Pooch might not be a good one - he's abrasive and very foul-mouthed to almost everyone he meets, probably as a way of (over)compensating for his sheltered and cultured upbringing - though "cultured" certainly isn't the word he'd use. He's always shown disdain for the rich, dismissing their gaudy lifestyles as pretentious and fake.
Ever since meeting the denizens of the sewers and Midocian's other less-fortunate individuals, he has always thought of them as far more 'genuine'. Therefore it should come as no surprise that he highly values honesty. He is enraged to no end by false kindness, excessive courtesy, and other such pretenses. He always speaks his mind bluntly and concisely, and he expects others to do the same. If anyone is patronizing or overly verbose toward him, he's quite likely to give them a spiteful middle-finger - but that's the worst they will get. He is not a violent person.
However, if one can get past Pooch's unapologetically-crude demeanor, he'll actually prove himself to be quite a loyal friend - as honesty and loyalty go hand-in-hand. In fact, he's very grateful to those who tolerate him, as he's fully aware that his attitude can put people off. Once he's formed a bond with someone - whether human, morph or Pokemon - that bond can quickly strengthen into one for which he'd even lay down his life.
Appearance
Pooch doesn't have as many Pokemon features as some 'morphs do: his dark grey skin is the only outward sign of his transformation that can be seen from a distance. One would have to come much closer to see the furry texture of his skin and the errant streaks of black upon it - but even then, he usually keeps most of his skin covered. He always wears long black pants (seriously, always - he even has long-legged black swimming trunks) and his feet are usually covered by matching sneakers or boots. On his upper body he most often wears a black leather jacket or a grey hooded sweatshirt - long-sleeved, in either case - but he will strip down to a T-shirt if it's a very hot day. Said shirt is the only colorful thing he wears; usually a shade of blue, red or violet.
As for his build, he's tall and somewhat skinny - he's been underfed since he ran away from home - and he never seems to carry much more than the clothes on his back. But there are two things he's not often seen without: his switchblade and his cigarettes. The knife is always kept at his side (he's never actually used it) while the cigs are smoked only sparingly, since it's a habit he can't really afford. But, perhaps thanks to that habit, his voice is gruff - almost unnaturally so for his young age - which just contributes even more to his seemingly-rude demeanor.
