All right, here is my SU! Let me know if there's anything to change! I'll do so when I wake up. Thanks :D
Name: Rion Mazer
Appearance: The first thing you could think of with Rion is downtrodden. He looks depressed a lot of the time, mostly when he’s not sad at all. His face is not particularly expressive regardless, his smile trying its best to peek over the darkness. It actually looks pathetic. He has a small, fragile build, like a sixteen-year-old shrunk to the age of thirteen. It is almost as though his time had been frozen. Even with the logical idea that puberty could have just not struck him, he is sixteen and that is highly unlikely. His limbs are thin, almost that they could be snapped with a single rough grasp. There is no trace of baby fat, making him more angles and edges than anything else. Even his skin reflects depression and weakness, almost chalk-white. Over the years he’s spent at the Academy his skin has darkened mildly, though people will still believe he is sick.
His hair is black and neatly combed. It runs around his head, covering his ears and curling at the edges of his face. One part of his hair is longer than the rest, covering his right eye. Or to be more accurate, his right eye socket and the long, fading scar running down it. His remaining eye is a frosty blue, cold like a glacier. Frequently it is curled into a closed smile. Most of his skin is bandaged or bruised. He is horribly clumsy and it shows.
His clothes are baggy on his person, even some of the smaller sized shirts nearly falling off if he isn’t careful. His undershirt is pale blue and sleeveless, leaving his white robe to droop over his hands most of the time. There is fire embroidered on the right side of the thick fabric, which is only buttoned in the middle. It reaches down his body to cover over half of his legs. His trousers are grey, featureless and covering white stockings. He wears black shoes that look like they were simply the first thing they picked out. They were actually. Worn by walking, his clothes are torn as much by his own clumsiness as by multiple stitches.
Personality: Rion is one of those in-between young men. He’s not the outgoing character you turn to in times of trouble. However he is not the weak sniffler in the corner. He’s rather moe, if we need a word. He often seeks to brighten up a room, sometimes with a smile. He’s worked very hard to become this way and thus, has a tiny bit of pride in himself. It isn’t much, but it’s something. Rion’s voice is very soft and a small stutter leaves his lips on occasion, particularly around a new face. Earnest and humble, his cheeks are quick to turn pink and he can cover his face in embarrassment faster than an Attract. However, if someone is bothered and he sees it, he will try to make things less awkward, sometimes babbling to make himself awkward instead.
He works very hard, but is frequently disappointed in himself for his lack of or slow results. Rion can also be a little stubborn because of this. It took people a week to convince him to leave the bed when he recovered. Also, he enjoys sleeping as late as possible. He will sleep in class once in a while, just to try it and because sleep is a state he is very used to.
Rion is a klutz. He was a klutz before he lost his eye and he is a klutz now. his depth perception being even worse than before, he rarely, if ever throws a punch. He trips frequently over his own feet and the air and usually drops or breaks things without meaning to. Despite that, he can easily tell you where something or someone is if you give him a minute. He is a living divination tool.
Rion is still mildly shy, half-expecting mockery around the corner. He is still a kind-hearted child, naive in the way that says you don’t need to get to know him for him to talk to you, but listening to him will make him very thankful. He also has next to zero battling skills. Even though he is capable of thinking of strategies for the battle, he simply can’t get the knack of it. He is quite good at taking care of them instead. He’s never taken care of someone else before, but he would like to, no matter how long it took to learn. Warning: he’s still a little wary of being in close contact. He also has trouble in cold temperatures still and even if he visited home, would try to leave as soon as possible.
Rion has a paralyzing fear of Poison-types, specifically Crobat. The scar doesn’t twinge except in bad weather, but at the very sight of that purple, he stills like a board and doesn’t move for at least a few minutes. He would never be able to battle one or with one. He does have a soft spot for Fire and Flying types though. Get this boy a Charizard. He will do his best, and probably fall over doing it.
History: In a small village, walls were erected so long ago. It was in fear of the constant cold of the area, which could fell a man easily, especially at night. and be eaten by a wandering wild Pokemon. So they put up these and set a schedule, trying to make certain everyone was in their homes away from the cold at night.
This is the city Rion was born in, the youngest of four. He was born to the rote of clockwork; games in the day, home in the night. Simple to remember but not so simple for him to execute. Born with a learning disability in an era where they are hard to understand, he would frequently not be able to understand the cues of normal children and even struggled with his own parents, who weren’t used to such difficulty with their other children. It brought inside him a deep-set sense of failure and discouraged his attempts to solve the more complicated problems that occurred. Eventually some of the other children began to mock him, physically and verbally, slowly giving him a fear of physical contact. It was a shame, as he had a talent of finding things since he was a toddler.
Eventually he stopped going outside at all, learning slowly in the quiet of his room. His siblings didn’t care too much. They liked the fact that if whimsically, they felt like sitting in his room and talking, Rion would force himself to turn around and listen, even if he didn’t understand everything that they were talking about or was able to respond appropriately. He didn’t know it, but that taught him more about people than the doctors or books ever could.
At the age of ten, frightened by their youngest son’s dismay of the outdoors, they gave him a Pokemon egg, that of a Rufflet. When it hatched, it was not entirely what they had hoped. A quiet, determined Pokemon, it guarded Rion wherever he went and against anyone deemed necessary, including the two of them. As Rion had no clue what to do about this, he ended up forced to release the Pokemon they gave him, two years after it had hatched. Confused, he went to do so.
However, things did not go as expected.
The two of them spend a nice, long last day together, wandering, though unknowingly, further and further away from the city and closer towards the dreaded forest outside. As day fell into night the temperature dropped gradually into deep cold. Suddenly, Rion became aware that he hadn’t marked the path as he was taught and stood in the middle of a cold cave with his Pokemon, hopelessly lost. So… not certain of what else to do, he walked onward, not knowing he was exactly where he should not be. Along the way, Pokemon attacked him, prompting Alan into many desperate battles with strong Pokemon he could not beat, a Crobat getting through to his human and wounding him horribly on the head with Cross Poison, taking out his right eye in the process. Eventually, now frightened out of the normally composed state, Rion grabbed his Pokemon and fled deeper into the chasm, not realizing how cold he was… or how tired…
Eventually they hid in a small cave, Alan flying once in a while to get them food or help his human to a frigid lake. The rest of the time was spent mostly in his trainer’s arms, trying to keep them both alive. With the cold wood, the boy could build a fire. Unfortunately, he simply did not know how to do so. At some point, no matter how much the Rufflet’s wings smacked him, he simply fell asleep, overtaken by the cold and the poison. Alan, desperate, flew to find help. Yet he too was tired....
Now whether by luck or coincidence, they were found by a wandering peddler, who was very aware of the laws in that little town. She hurried to carry them home. If the peddler had been any later, it would have been too late. The parents had almost given him up for eaten when she brought him there. She was no healer, but she did manage to keep him going until a real one came along. However, they couldn’t heal him in the village, where the cold temperatures were unable to keep him awake for more than a few hours.and capable of recovering his circulation and fully removing the poison. So, with some reluctance, they sent him to the Al-Revis Academy,where there were Pokemon trained to do so.
It took more than a couple weeks for him to be able to move and a couple months to recover properly. Alan was always there to watch him, even though he had been set free per Rion’s parents’ request. Only when he was capable of moving fully from bed did the Rufflet leave, heading to parts unknown.
After this, Rion remained at the academy. His tuition was paid by testing and working in the tiny school. Here, of all places, he actually thrived, able to smile and speak and work with others. Pokemon were quite loved by him, yet he still never lost his fear of Poison types... or Crobat. Mostly Crobat. He has seen his family, if sparingly, over the years. He earnestly wants to do them proud and step away from that silent, cowering boy in the house all day. Sadly he still looks depressed. He’s working on it. He only fails at battling ,a subject that never reached his interest until now. He managed to make a few friends, and even though it is difficult to act without both eyes, he is not ashamed of it.
Moves: Flamethrower, Sand Attack, Rain Dance, Shadow Ball
Pokemon Gender: Female
RP Sample: (From The Children Are Hunted)
There we go.
As the wind rushed to let her fall, she grinned. "Thank you! Have a nice day!" Around her gravity tugged and tugged. It was a rather nice feeling, falling to her death. She wouldn't die however. Not yet. Not when she still had plenty to do... and plenty to see, of course. Poor Edmund though. He was stuck with her. Hopefully he slept, slept just for a little while longer. Then she could let him go somewhere safe, safer than her. She closed her eyes, waiting... waiting for just that right moment.
Zaria would probably be so mad at her when this was over with. Bad enough you get yourself hurt all the time! Hehe, she could be so stiff and mature when she wanted to be. It was okay though. She could handle a little scolding if it meant that person was safe... and happy. Really, that was enough for her, even if she got a bit lonely.
Such hopeful thoughts you're having.
Outwardly, Zoran smiled. Inwardly however, a tinge of fear crept into her heart. Well... I tried.
A shree caused her to open her eyes and her body plopped onto the soft feathers below. The Pidgeot looked up at her with a calm, gleaming smirk on its beak. "Hi..." she said weakly, grinning at the bird. "I fell."
"It seems more like you were trying to escape, weren't you my dear?"
Zoran groaned mentally. Oh darn it. She had been so close too. She laughed cheerily. "Why would I do that Mister Theo? It's not like you were stalking me or anything!" He chuckled, held carefully in the air by a familiar Alakazam. Zoran waved at him, glancing slowly up at Vlad and Apollo. From where she sat on the Pidgeot, she could see three different ways Theo would move. And none of them would leave those Pokemon unscathed.
"You almost had it, didn't you?" the elderly man said. From a side view, he merely appeared to be a middle-aged Caucasian with greying black hair and a cane. His silver eyes told of something else, something that reminded Zoran of the depths of her own fragile mind. It never felt right... and Theo had never been right. "You almost managed to get away from me. Clever, clever girl... she taught you well."
Edmund stirred in her arms and she patted his head soothingly, honey eyes slowly hardening. "I did learn from the worst," she agreed coolly, dropping her smile, her care-free aura. It was going to take sheer effort to get away from him. She could do it... but... would she be the one who woke up if she made it through? And what would that do to Edmund if she wasn't? All these questions... and she didn't have the time to experiment and find out. "What do you need from me?" It was never a want from Theo, only a need, a command. It would be done no matter what she actually wanted to do, one way or another.
Theo smiled at her, offering her a firm hand to take. "I want your... persuasiveness."
"She won't listen to me," Zoran protested, rolling her eyes. Even if she was precisely sure where that person was, they wouldn't listen without a lot of talking. And promising. And various other convincing moves.
He chuckled. "Oh no, not her. Even I can barely convince her to breathe for me. I meant... someone else. An adversary who could become an ally. Or even a worse enemy than we anticipated. I want to see what they will do. Well?"
Zoran hesitated. Darn this man. She loved games. Her Pokeballs were not shaking. They were not saying this was a bad idea. Then... perhaps... She glanced up at the Charizard and Gabite and smiled ruefully with a shake of the head. "Sorry..." she called up to them. "I can't do anything to help you now." Alakazam's spoons glowed and she vanished, reappearing on gently bobbing wood.
"Oh... that was helpful Mister Theo..." she mumbled, looking around. "Now what am I supposed to do..." Edmund groaned in his sleep.
"Well now," the man said neatly, still held in the air. He looked up at the two Pokemon, examining the Charizard with critical eyes. The scaly skin on his underside look quite pained, and his color was not particularly good at this moment either. Ah, he understood perfectly now. Nodding to Alakazam, he floated up to the pair, smiling. "I see she did a bit of damage to you there. My apologies, she can be quite mischievous. Comes from having no one to raise her properly, you see. The effects will wear off in a few more moments I would guess. " He tapped his cane on nonexistent ground and chuckled.
"Now then, let me see... I took your prospect away, didn't I?" He shook his head. "Terribly sorry about that, but she is needed in other places for me. I personally would be a much better person to take with you, young RDM recruit." Pidgeot snorted. As always, the man was off his rocker. Though they were terribly obvious with their carrying the lass around and all. "You see, I am of a group that could be quite useful to yours. Alakazam could carry me there, if that would be of any further help." He smiled. "Then you can release my Pokemon if you'd like. They probably would be happy to see no more of me."
Theodore smiled again. He hoped they were perfectly aware. He could leave if he chose to. However, he wasn't choosing to.