[PKMN FULL] The Pirates of the Whirl Islands - REVAMP - OOC (M)

Name: Mars 'Lightfeet'
Pokémon Race: Weavile
Age: 26
Gender: Male

Appearance: Mars wears a brown satchel around his right thigh which he'll use to carry trinkets he manages to lift off of other mon. Inside the satchel are all sorts of thick papers that can be wrapped around metal objects to keep them from clinking against each other. Apart from that he is also a bit more muscular than the typical weavile, actually supporting a somewhat larger set of biceps and a toned stomach.

Reason for Joining the Crew: Due to the phobias constantly barraging his mind Mars believes that by joining a crew he can escape the cities and even secure a kind of protection around himself.

Personality: Mars lives in shadows. At least, that's the best way he can describe it to anyone he trusts enough. Being a dark type he does know that many people won't be so eager to trust him, and that is what he truly aims for. He doesn't want to be anyone's best friend nor go off to the side and suddenly start chatting with a mon he just met. Talking with him will often cause Mars to become fidgety as he doesn't socialize that much to begin with. Most of the time he'll only answer yes or no questions and won't try to keep up an extended dialogue with others.

Even though he fails at talking with others he still is able to read body language quite well. He can tell if someone is holding back anger, if they are fearful, or if they are distracted. Personally he aims to make a target as distracted as possible. It's just harder for him since most thieves tend to use large crowds to their advantage. For him, his phobia will take control and simply thinking about entering a crowded place could cause him to shudder. It mostly depends on which crowds he is entering. If it's a crowded street for instance he doesn't like to take his chances, but if he enters into, say, a crowded business meeting then he keeps his cool far better.

Once he does spot a target he will either do one of two things. If the target is in a crowded area and he's comfortable enough to head into the crowd then he'll walk on by, letting his claws easily open any pockets he comes across and stealing a few of the contents inside. Whenever he gets to a safe place he'll deposit what little coins or gems he manages to lift and will continue on his way. If however the target is alone he'll often use his knack for ventriloquism to throw his voice around. Often he'll try to make the target believe they are in danger and use his voice to lead them directly to him. As they pass he tears off any sacks of gold they have and runs the other way. By the time their fear wears off and they realize what happened Mars is already long gone.

Due to his phobia he also has a small fear of children, mainly caused by his own childhood experiences. He will avoid any and all children and if need be will use a bit of physical force to get away. To add onto that Mars also has an intense fear of ghosts due to certain childhood events that still haunt him to this day. The one species of ghosts that can cause him to quiver in place is the Ghastly line. Just seeing one can cause him to loose every bit of willpower he has and sometimes he'll faint on the spot.

His phobia, embarrassingly enough, is something akin to Pteronophobia. He has not only a great fear of feathers, but of anything else that can tickle him. If anything so much as brushes against his ribs he'll try to get away. If something rubs against his armpits he's more prone to freak out and quickly use his claws to slash at anything around him. Simply hearing taunting about being tickled will cause his anxiety to rise up to the point of him either attacking the one taunting him or fleeing as fast as he could. That fear has even lead to him also gaining Agoraphobia.

History: From a young age Mars had always wanted to be an adventurer. His own father had gone out and explored all sorts of lands and so he had wanted to be just like his father when he grew up. He was always eager whenever his father would return home and show off the various treasures he had gathered to bring back to his son. Mars played with paper boats, was gifted with supposedly rare gems, and even got the chance to be taken onto a boat with his father. Yes, life was great for Mars, but his good luck also caused him to gain some animosity from the other children in his town.

At first it started with name calling. Other kids would toss out random names until they found one that they could stick onto him. They called him Lightfeet, so he took that name they tried to disgrace him with and instead turned the joke back on them. He soon became as light as he could on his feet, being so quiet that even when he would walk around in the hallways no one would be able to hear his clawed feet clink against the ground. He soon grew to be one of the more agile mon within his town, but he found that wasn't enough. He wanted to prove to everyone that he could be more than Lightfeet, that he could grow in other areas as well.

He soon began expanding his mind as well as his body. He aimed to get the best marks he could while in school to impress his parents, and impress he did. With his hard work he was closing in on being near the top percentage of his class. Not only that, but he had taken to training his body. He would go running in the forest and his favorite time would be using the hanging bars near the school to perform pull ups on. With his fast metabolism and eagerness to train he found himself growing in all the right ways. This soon culminated during a week his parents had left for a trip. His father had once found a Razor Claw in his travels and had given it to Mars, stating that when the gods thought him ready the claw would glow and allow him to become a Weavile. He had actually been asleep when something tingled along his body. It had woken him up with a start and he was amazed to find that overnight he had evolved.

Of course with his parents out the only other mon he could talk about it with were the kids at school and so he prepared himself secretly over the weekend. He pushed his new body as hard as he could. He did push ups, sit ups, and trained himself to once more be light on his feet. When school started up that week he only smirked as he walked the halls. He was the only mon in his grade to have achieved his evolution so early and he felt pride when his teachers commented on his hard work and his dedication as being the reason that the gods had smiled down on him.

Of course, this didn't sit well with his classmates. That whole day he could feel some hateful eyes looking upon his form and in return he just smirked all the while. He didn't exactly rub it in, but just quietly acknowledging their anger toward him was all he needed. He thought at that point their silly feuds would end, that slowly they would find a new target to vent their hatred on… but he was wrong. Many mon in the town already knew that his parents were gone for a trip, so it was no surprise to him that the other children knew this as well. What did surprise him was how they used it to their advantage.

He had stayed late that night to help out with a project and as he headed home on his usual route he heard something, only able to turn around in enough time to feel something smash into his head. When he awoke it was later in the day and Lucias Gray, a Ghastly that hated with a burning passion, was before him. Of course Mars was rather angry about being knocked out and he was also quick to point out to Lucias that if he did anything to harm him then the whole town would know just who he really was. Lucias was likewise eager to explain that they weren't here to harm Mars at all, just to give him a bit of laughter.

Mars had his arms tied behind a tree as a Sableye and Drifloon came out and did something that even Mars couldn't believe. They began tickling him. At first he didn't understand WHAT they were trying to accomplish with such a strange activity, but as the tickling wore on and his weak spots discovered one by one he began realizing that they weren't stopping. As the time wore on his laughter got more and more desperate as he kicked his feet and screamed for them to stop. Lucias just laughed in his face and taunted him instead. By the end of two hours Mars was sweaty and blushing profusely. After the ghosts had left he had managed to free himself and get back home. He fumed over the humiliation he had suffered, but it didn't hurt him that much. No one else had seen it either so he slept as best as he could that night.

The next day was mostly peaceful… but once he was heading home he once again ran into Lucias. This time the lesson was more… exhausting. He wasn't sure how long it lasted that time, but he was far more exhausted and when he got home he collapsed on the bed. He hadn't realized it then, but Lucias and his lackeys were engaging in mental warfare… and he was falling right into their trap. He knew he couldn't tell anyone since it was just a harmless thing. It was only tickling after all, and here he was, a fully evolved mon! He should be able to disregard it and focus on other things. The ambushes seemed to come when he least expected it and at that point he began changing up his route. No matter where he went Lucias somehow find him and every time he the torture got worse and worse. That whole week was a nightmare as he soon found even his dreams being invaded by the image of Lucias and his two goons. He would arrive at school and fall asleep in class, much to his embarrassment. His grades slowly began to slip and the day right before his parents arrived Lucias took it a step further. All Mars could remember that day was being ambushed on his walk to school… and waking up tied to wooden post with the moon high up in the sky. His body shined with sweat and his throat hurt a lot, but he made his way home and for the first time sobbed into his pillow.

His parents soon arrived but he couldn't tell them what had happened! He would be seen as a weakling, a mon not worthy of his evolution! For a whole year Lucia tormented him. In class the Ghastly would levitate a feather to his desk, other times as they passed in the halls he would taunt him about how ticklish he was, and by the time Lucia had evolved Mars could sweat he could feel the Haunter's claws sometimes poking his ribs in class. By the end of that year the secret torture had broken him. He had quickly dropped in his class to being one of the worst students and he was developing a longer attitude, often getting nervous if another classmate so much as reached out to touch him. His intent on not letting another touch him eventually hit him at home and of course his parents grew concerned.

He told them… and that was his greatest mistake. Of course word got out and soon he was the laughing stock of the entire school. The first day was bad enough so that on the second day he refused to leave his room. that night more perverse thoughts entered his mind. True to his nickname, he snuck around the house and gathered a few berries and coins that he had from his allowance and snuck out of his window. The only thing he had left behind was a note for his parents. Being only fourteen at the time he had a hard enough time trying to live on his own and so he set about doing what he never considered doing before… he began to steal. He was always great with reading another's emotions and so he started developing a style. He trained himself to throw his voice around to lure targets in certain directions. For the few times he did get caught it helped to teach him just what he was doing wrong. Being so young he was usually let off the hook quite easily.

Still, despite how far he traveled and the many years that passed he still continued to have nightmares of Lucias and his phobia continued to haunt him. His phobia at that point birthed yet another fear, this one of being in crowded areas. With each town he came to he had to continuously fight his instincts that screamed at him to run away as fast as he could, yet the water also prevented that. After managing to secure passage to New Bark Port Mars soon caught word of a Blaziken in the area who was looking to form a pirate crew. Mars figured if he could secure passage onto a ship then he would be able to not only find a great way to stay out of towns, and he wouldn't have to worry about continuously bumping into strangers.

Moves: Screech, Snatch, Fake Out, Spite, False Swipe, Double Team