Post by jexious on Oct 11, 2010 10:43:58 GMT -5
Name:
Actual name is unknown
General public refers to him as Puer Desertum ( Stands for Child of the Desert ) Has also been known to be called by Desert Rat, Sand Rat, etc.
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual
Occupation/Affiliation:
Rogue(Often times, Mercenary) // Rebel
Party:
Cbamm; Female Mismagius
Taydr; Male Haunter
Vyhk;Male Zubat
Teysuht; Male Sableye
Ajahehk; Male Dusknoir
Muja; Female Shuppet
Puer's PC
Supplies:
Pokeball x1
Leather Waist Pouch
Lockpick x5
Change of Clothes x1.5 (Lacking an extra shirt)
Vial
Clay
Needle
Silver Harp
Switch Blade
Diamond x1
Moonstone x 3
Appearance:
Image Reference of Appearance
Excluding the pup.
Stands at 5'11" Weighing 128 lbs. Build is Slender. At most times, his face is stern, emotionless. Perverse jokes and puns have been said to make this rogue smile, and sometimes, even laugh.
Face Claim:
No Face Claim
Personality:
Puer Desertum::
Silenece is how Puer Desertum lives. He is aloof from the world and keeps to himself. The only thing he opens his mouth for is if there's cash involved, and he'll speak, or even kill, if the price is worth it. People are tools of the trade, like a key, or what he would prefer, a lockpick to a door. If it's broken, rid it from the world. It's nothing but useless garbage taking up space. If it's useful, then use it until it breaks.
Although, Puer is not emotionless. He is filled with love. Love for alcohol, love for sex. His greatest love is an adrenaline rush, whether it's fear, hate, passion, or even an overwhelming sense of joy. It's like a high, a drug to him. He will corner his targets, whether it's for murder, for sex, or even torture, and will take advantage of "The event." Puer actions do not end until he wears himself out to near a few breaths.
Ever hear of the five finger discount? If you have met Puer, you have. Anything. Trinkets, wallets, even a pencil or an empty potion bottle, he will steal it. His nimble fingers and agile reflexes are fit for stealing. He is also quite agile in combat. He prefers a fist/blade fight over that between pokemon and humans.
Now, Puer's emotions towards his pokemon, becomes a different story. His pokemon are his family, his friends, his co-workers, his team mates, his life. The needle in his pocket is the one he uses on himself when his pokemon uses the "Curse" ability, in order to share the pain his pokemon endure. If his pokemon are in fatal danger, his life is as well. His trust for them has grown more than that of the human society, and that will never change.
Other:
Likes::
Alcohol
Ghost Pokemon
adrenaline rushes
scaring others
Stealing
Dislikes::
Being sober.
Insults
handcuffs
being shirtless
Bidoof
Strengths::
Agile
Flexible
Nimble
strong-willed
Weaknesses::
Closed-hearted
Aloof
Hot-headed
Lightweight
Malnourished
Often times drunk
Men
Fears::
Heights
Own Blood
Losing someone close
Riots
Muscle Massed men
Slow Death
Clients::
None
Acquaintences::
None
Friends
Cbamm
Taydr
Vyhk
Teysuht
Current mood::
observing
Family:
The Mother:: Ispney - deceased
Ispney belonged to a tribe in the south region. The tribe practiced unethical, and sometimes illegal, acts such as the sacrifice of blood in attempt to enhance the leader's own abilities. She abandoned her tribe after falling for a man outside of of their village, who had died not long after riots from the war had occurred. She gave birth to Puer, and took care of him. Puer was her only son, and her only student. Her only lesson was simple: No one is there for you, and no one ever will be. Stealing, and murder was necessary for survival. Unfortunately, her fate was the same as her husband's. She was slain in the midst of of a riot, leaving her son alone on the bloody street, surrounded by death.
The Father::
Vestan Repard - Deceased
He lived in the eastern region, in one of the larger towns. He was introduced to Ispney through being a part time Merchant for the Southern Region. Their forbidden love grew fast, and it was discovered by her tribe. He was threatened to never return to the southern region, else he would be slain. Shortly after returning to his shop, a small war had broken out between the loyalists and the rebels. He died in attempt to defend his shop. When Ispney went to search for him, Vestan was already buried.
History::
Puer's "Name" Originated from when he was found in the Southern Region. He ran after he saw what had happened to his mother, her blood spilled on the streets. He had kept running until he found himself lost in the sands. He knelt down and cried until he passed out from exhaustion. When he was found, he was taken back to the Eastern Region. When he had identified his mother's still-decaying corpse on the street, he ran away again, hiding from those who brought him there.
It was until weeks later when he visited his mother's grave. Emotions stirred once again, and he began to cry. A mischievous Haunter attempted to play pranks on the boy, in which Puer tried to hit the ghost. At first, the boy stared at the ghost, heart filled with hate. The Haunter only stared back, until a man snuck up on the boy and tried to take advantage of him. Puer cried as he was stripped and raped from the stranger. The ghost pokemon defended the boy, killing the human with its toxic tongue. The two bonded together from this event, and Haunter became known to Puer as Taydr.
They're were many influences on the Desert Rat's growth: Being alone (Excluding his pokemon), The War, and the individuals he had met. At most times, the boy kept to himself. He only made an appearance in public when he needed food or new clothing, and usually it was at night. He was not the best thief, no where near it. He was caught and jailed on many occasions, and jail was where he met his first love.
Daragnum. Puer's only love. Daragnum was a thief, too. An orphan from the West Region. Puer and Daragnum were released at the same time, and Puer followed him back to the West Region. Daragnum detested Puer. The boy was only a pest, and couldn't be useful for anything, until Daragnum discovered the desire the little boy had. The western orphan took advantage of Puer, and used him for sexual desires, but the desert child didn't care. For once, Puer felt needed in life. It was that way until a year after, Daragnum had cursed at Puer, and threatened his life if he didn't leave. Puer refused, until Daragnum came at him with a knife. Daragnum stumbled and fell onto Puer, dropping his blade. The two struggled until Puer reached for the knife, stabbing Daragnum. The child's first murder, was his first love, and the blade he held was to remind him of the story.
At the age of fifteen, he had made a name of himself. He was pulled off the street, and was used as a Mercenary. Whether it was infiltrating, capturing or retrieving a target, Puer did not fail once. When the Master of the Mercenary guild was assassinated, everyone disbanded, and Puer was on his own again. He did not care for the leader's death, for he was a tool just like the rest of them were treated.
His following years have been uneventful, where he has only kept distant from others, making contact only when needing to survive, or if someone is willing to pay if something is needed 'taken care of.' With a stare at his blade, he relives his memories for only a quick moment, and then moves forward in the night.
RP Sample
Actual name is unknown
General public refers to him as Puer Desertum ( Stands for Child of the Desert ) Has also been known to be called by Desert Rat, Sand Rat, etc.
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Sexual Orientation:
Homosexual
Occupation/Affiliation:
Rogue(Often times, Mercenary) // Rebel
Party:
Cbamm; Female Mismagius
Taydr; Male Haunter
Vyhk;Male Zubat
Teysuht; Male Sableye
Ajahehk; Male Dusknoir
Muja; Female Shuppet
Puer's PC
Supplies:
Pokeball x1
Leather Waist Pouch
Lockpick x5
Change of Clothes x1.5 (Lacking an extra shirt)
Vial
Clay
Needle
Silver Harp
Switch Blade
Diamond x1
Moonstone x 3
Appearance:
Image Reference of Appearance
Excluding the pup.
Stands at 5'11" Weighing 128 lbs. Build is Slender. At most times, his face is stern, emotionless. Perverse jokes and puns have been said to make this rogue smile, and sometimes, even laugh.
Face Claim:
No Face Claim
Personality:
Puer Desertum::
Silenece is how Puer Desertum lives. He is aloof from the world and keeps to himself. The only thing he opens his mouth for is if there's cash involved, and he'll speak, or even kill, if the price is worth it. People are tools of the trade, like a key, or what he would prefer, a lockpick to a door. If it's broken, rid it from the world. It's nothing but useless garbage taking up space. If it's useful, then use it until it breaks.
Although, Puer is not emotionless. He is filled with love. Love for alcohol, love for sex. His greatest love is an adrenaline rush, whether it's fear, hate, passion, or even an overwhelming sense of joy. It's like a high, a drug to him. He will corner his targets, whether it's for murder, for sex, or even torture, and will take advantage of "The event." Puer actions do not end until he wears himself out to near a few breaths.
Ever hear of the five finger discount? If you have met Puer, you have. Anything. Trinkets, wallets, even a pencil or an empty potion bottle, he will steal it. His nimble fingers and agile reflexes are fit for stealing. He is also quite agile in combat. He prefers a fist/blade fight over that between pokemon and humans.
Now, Puer's emotions towards his pokemon, becomes a different story. His pokemon are his family, his friends, his co-workers, his team mates, his life. The needle in his pocket is the one he uses on himself when his pokemon uses the "Curse" ability, in order to share the pain his pokemon endure. If his pokemon are in fatal danger, his life is as well. His trust for them has grown more than that of the human society, and that will never change.
Other:
Likes::
Alcohol
Ghost Pokemon
adrenaline rushes
scaring others
Stealing
Dislikes::
Being sober.
Insults
handcuffs
being shirtless
Bidoof
Strengths::
Agile
Flexible
Nimble
strong-willed
Weaknesses::
Closed-hearted
Aloof
Hot-headed
Lightweight
Malnourished
Often times drunk
Men
Fears::
Heights
Own Blood
Losing someone close
Riots
Muscle Massed men
Slow Death
Clients::
None
Acquaintences::
None
Friends
Cbamm
Taydr
Vyhk
Teysuht
Current mood::
observing
Family:
The Mother:: Ispney - deceased
Ispney belonged to a tribe in the south region. The tribe practiced unethical, and sometimes illegal, acts such as the sacrifice of blood in attempt to enhance the leader's own abilities. She abandoned her tribe after falling for a man outside of of their village, who had died not long after riots from the war had occurred. She gave birth to Puer, and took care of him. Puer was her only son, and her only student. Her only lesson was simple: No one is there for you, and no one ever will be. Stealing, and murder was necessary for survival. Unfortunately, her fate was the same as her husband's. She was slain in the midst of of a riot, leaving her son alone on the bloody street, surrounded by death.
The Father::
Vestan Repard - Deceased
He lived in the eastern region, in one of the larger towns. He was introduced to Ispney through being a part time Merchant for the Southern Region. Their forbidden love grew fast, and it was discovered by her tribe. He was threatened to never return to the southern region, else he would be slain. Shortly after returning to his shop, a small war had broken out between the loyalists and the rebels. He died in attempt to defend his shop. When Ispney went to search for him, Vestan was already buried.
History::
Puer's "Name" Originated from when he was found in the Southern Region. He ran after he saw what had happened to his mother, her blood spilled on the streets. He had kept running until he found himself lost in the sands. He knelt down and cried until he passed out from exhaustion. When he was found, he was taken back to the Eastern Region. When he had identified his mother's still-decaying corpse on the street, he ran away again, hiding from those who brought him there.
It was until weeks later when he visited his mother's grave. Emotions stirred once again, and he began to cry. A mischievous Haunter attempted to play pranks on the boy, in which Puer tried to hit the ghost. At first, the boy stared at the ghost, heart filled with hate. The Haunter only stared back, until a man snuck up on the boy and tried to take advantage of him. Puer cried as he was stripped and raped from the stranger. The ghost pokemon defended the boy, killing the human with its toxic tongue. The two bonded together from this event, and Haunter became known to Puer as Taydr.
They're were many influences on the Desert Rat's growth: Being alone (Excluding his pokemon), The War, and the individuals he had met. At most times, the boy kept to himself. He only made an appearance in public when he needed food or new clothing, and usually it was at night. He was not the best thief, no where near it. He was caught and jailed on many occasions, and jail was where he met his first love.
Daragnum. Puer's only love. Daragnum was a thief, too. An orphan from the West Region. Puer and Daragnum were released at the same time, and Puer followed him back to the West Region. Daragnum detested Puer. The boy was only a pest, and couldn't be useful for anything, until Daragnum discovered the desire the little boy had. The western orphan took advantage of Puer, and used him for sexual desires, but the desert child didn't care. For once, Puer felt needed in life. It was that way until a year after, Daragnum had cursed at Puer, and threatened his life if he didn't leave. Puer refused, until Daragnum came at him with a knife. Daragnum stumbled and fell onto Puer, dropping his blade. The two struggled until Puer reached for the knife, stabbing Daragnum. The child's first murder, was his first love, and the blade he held was to remind him of the story.
At the age of fifteen, he had made a name of himself. He was pulled off the street, and was used as a Mercenary. Whether it was infiltrating, capturing or retrieving a target, Puer did not fail once. When the Master of the Mercenary guild was assassinated, everyone disbanded, and Puer was on his own again. He did not care for the leader's death, for he was a tool just like the rest of them were treated.
His following years have been uneventful, where he has only kept distant from others, making contact only when needing to survive, or if someone is willing to pay if something is needed 'taken care of.' With a stare at his blade, he relives his memories for only a quick moment, and then moves forward in the night.
RP Sample
The path is silent, lights are off, candles are blown, and not a single soul walks the street... well... Except for one. A figure of a shadow loomed from an alleyway, peering from the side of the streets. A quiet whisper was spoken. "A dead Ni--Hmm?"As his words had escaped his breath, the sound of running came from behind him. He withdrew into the Alley before eyes caught his existence. As the footsteps came closer, a crying could be heard. It sounded as that of a child.
The footsteps seized. "He.....Hello?" The cries were coming from the alley. "Do you need help? Are you okay?" It was a voice of an older male. It was unsteady, shaken from either the cold air from the night, or the fear of what could be in the darkness. The cries continued. The footsteps approached the alley. "Hello?! Little girl? Where are you? Are you alright? Hello?" The man stumbled like a blind rat into the trap that now set his fate. A second set of movement was heard in the alley. "..... Hello....?"
"Hello." A voice responded calmly, behind the man. The sounds of wrestling was heard as the man was pinned face first against the side of the building in the alleyway. "Who the he--" "Shh shh shh...." the sound of a knife was heard being flipped out. "We don't want to wake anyone, do we now...." The boy that trapped the man had a heavy scent of alcohol on his breath.
There was a moment of silence. The man pinned against the wall began to feel a hand search around the front of his pants. "Mmm, what a shame. Nothing. What about back here..." The hand began to slide around towards the back. The man began to struggle until he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. "So Fiesty, you are... but don't worry, I'm a forgiving man." The pressure of the knife against the neck resided, but the man was still pinned, his face pressed against the wall. Another struggle came from him. "You fucking FREAK"
An eerie red light emitted from the wall. "Dreeeeeaaaavussssss...." The pokemon glared down at the man. The red orbs around its 'neck' began to emit more light. A smile on the drunkard's face could be seen. He licked the man's neck, tasting his flesh with delight. "They say a Misdreavus grows stronger in the presence of fear.... Are you... Afraid?" The man no longer would speak. He did not even move. The game was now getting boring for the drunkard. He smiled and whispered in the man's ear. "Alright, then, I'm going to let you go. I want you to run. Run as fast as you can. Don't look back. If you look back, I will kill you."[/b] The grip was loosened, and the man was set free. Instantly, the man bolted to the end of the alley.
"Dreeeaaaaavussssssssssssss" Unfortunately, the pokemon's call caused the man to look back. A form came from the wall at that instant. When the man looked back, he stopped and screamed. "Haaaaaunter....." The Haunter approached the man, forcing him to walk backwards, the 'sick' man approached the other, until he was in arm's reach. He embraced the man, who was in a paralyzed state of fear. He pressed his lips on his neck. "I'm sorry...." The drunkard thrusted his knife back to the man's chest. A gasping breath, and the slow steady of a drip could only be heard. "You didn't listen.... And you didn't believe me." The blade was drawn, dirtied with blood, and the man was now dying slowly. The drunkard looked down. " No one listens to Poor Puer anymore.." He said to himself, staring at the half dead man. He stepped over him and walked out in the street. The blood was now pouring out into the street. It was common to find a man dead in the streets by morning, Puer had no care about hiding what happened. Misdreavus and Haunter hovered above Puer, staring at each other. They both had deviant grins on their faces, both satisfied with fulfilled desires.
Puer looked at both of them from underneath. He said no word to them, he just stumbled forward into the street. The man watched him walk away as his eyes began to blur, and then darken...
