Name: James Joules Garnet
Nickname: Jimmy(though he hates it).
Age: 13
Sex: Male
Appearance: James possesses short, tight hair which seems to be constantly kept clean and is colored crimson. His skin is peach, somewhat neutral between tan and pale. His eyes are of a bright, gold color that seem to pierce those he looks upon. James usually wears a long red hooded trench-coat that is left open at most times, revealing the black polo-neck shirt underneath. He usually has the sleeves of these rolled up to allow for a pair of white fingerless gloves coupled with a pair of white steel bracers to be work without interference. For bottoms, James wears a pair of muddy brown cargo pants. James' clothes are frayed from constant use, though they are repaired in places from his own handiwork. For footwear he wears a simple pair of running shoes that are jet black.
In his fused form, long blades protrude out from each of of Jame's bracers. A long, curved blade also appears upon the centre his hair, which has a section of it missing of a semi-circular shape.
Personality: James is a self-reliant, self-righteous and bombastic individual who denies anyone's ideals but his own to be true. While this is incredibly arrogant of him, it also promotes a grim determination to prove what he believes is right, which means that he rarely(if ever) gives up. James likes to speak to others, but often has trouble making friends thanks to his abrasive way of stating his beliefs. Within him is a dark and grudging resentment of those who disagree with him, which resides at the very core of his nature, conflicting with his more noble inclinations.
History: James grew up with a pair of strong-willed parents who always spoke of the powerful trainers from before the purge. They had escaped from Jubilife city when long ago and had been eking out an existence in the countryside, where they raised James in seclusion, teaching him little about the outside world, and never telling him of the undisclosed location where his Father was going every every day at sundown, much to his dismay. James grew up with a Mother as his best friend, and they spent almost excessive amounts of time with one another.
Despite this, James had a love for his Father as well, who taught him how to stand up for himself and about right and wrong from an early age.
It was not until two months after James' twelfth birthday when his life changed thanks to his Father not returning from his 'trip' one night. Nor the next night. Nor the one after that. James demanded answers from his Mother, who did not try to conceal the truth from him any longer, feeling that he should know the truth. Every night James' Father had been returning to Jubilife and stealing food from right under the local's noses. During the last night this happened, James' Father was found and killed by a mob.
James left his Mother in a hysteric state to find a way of subjecting the unruly hordes that now ruled a world his parents had always described to him as 'a world of hope' to his will. While he regretted leaving his Mother greatly, he found that he could take care of himself and muscled onward, stealing from adults and children alike. Because of this, he made a number of enemies, but James cared not. He felt that as long as he could steal and get away with it, they didn't deserve the food at in the first place.
On James' journey, he accidentally found his way into the chasm left in the wake of the great cataclysm wrought by Arceus and obtained his pokéspirit, Bisharp. Feeling that he was no longer bound by his parent's philosophies, he instead decided to forge his own view of the world as was commanded by the tablet he had read upon meeting Bisharp.
Stricken by inspiration, James saw himself as the one who could return a degree of justice to the world. Thus he journeyed onward, with every intention of leaving his life up until that point behind him. For better or for worse.
Pokéspirit:
Species: Bisharp
Nickname: Lisbon
Personality: Lisbon has a rather chivalric and proud(possibly even arrogant) persona. He does not take decisions lightly and tends to deliberate on them at length. He does not speak often apart from to deliver what he considers to be important statements or questions, trusting the judgement of James and always backing him up unless he has no other choice. An astute observer can tell that there is a coldness in Lisbon's voice, almost as if he is an uncaring creature underneath his noble exterior.
Moves: Iron Defense, Swords Dance,Torment, Psycho Cut, Iron Head and Faint Attack.
Other: Defiant. When an opponent tries to intimidate or hamper James' ability to fight, he becomes incredibly obsessed with doing nothing less than smashing said opponent's face so hard that it becomes a concave mess. The blades on his arms instinctively sharpen, and his single-mindedbess drives him to hit that little bit harder than before, making his physical attacks all the more deadly.
Opening Post:
James stepped out of the shade and into the sunlight. He welcomed the bright rays that washed over him as he did, the sun's heat waking his body up after some much needed rest.
James' let forth a short tut as he saw a group of children carry a heavy pipe down the road.
"Fools," he spat "Oppressed by the weak, they become weak themselves."
James turned away and strode off toward a small river between Eterna city and Mt. Coronet.
"Again, James...?" Lisbon asked.
James hadn't quite gotten used to the voice of the Bisharp that was now his partner, but he did his best not to show it at any time.
"Of course. I don't want to be mistaken for one of..." James' sentence petered off, and he glanced in the direction of the children.
"Don't hate them, James. You should save them."
James shook his head.
"They wish not to be saved, Lisbon. They are blind to the reality that they are oppressed. I will liberate them one day, but only when I have amassed the force to do so.
I am only one boy, Lisbon. And that is an army too few."
With that, Lisbon fell silent, and James grinned. An army at his command.... It would be glorious.