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Name: Fenadore Rolandio (Nickname: Free - He doesn't share his real name with many people, and as such is generally just called Free.)
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Species: Chatot
Powers: Has multiple vocal chords and passages, that enable a vast variety of sounds,
even layered on top of each other. He can breathe in and out at the same time, using his various windpipes, and has incredibly powerful lungs. He rarely uses his powers as a weapon, due to bad experiences in the past, and prefers using them for fun. He is not a 50/50 Pokemorph, only around 20% of him is Chatot, and as such can not use specific moves, or his ability. He has improved body strength and his Chatot DNA has given him hollow bones so that he can fly with ease. He can talk to Pokemon, but only those of the Flying type. He is an excellent linguist, and finds learning human languages easy. He is fluent in French and German, and knows some Spanish, Japanese, Italian and Latin.
Appearance: White skin, oddly pale considering he lives outside. Skinny to the point of scrawny, although his powers naturally give him superior strength, particularly in his wings and legs. Large blue-black wings, black hair with no apparent sense of direction and a feathery quality. He is quite tall despite his age and morph species, at 6ft 3. He wears a plain white t-shirt with roughly ripped slits in the back for his wings, and jeans. He is not particularly self-conscious or bothered about his appearance. Due to the fact that only a fifth of him is Chatot, his wings are the only notable physical difference. Although he has an odd throat structure, it is not visible from the outside (his neck isn't larger or anything.)
Personality: Endlessly carefree, witty and funny. He has a hobby of learning to play entire songs with only his voice - due to his powers, this is entirely possible, and he can replicate the sound of any instrument except the harmonica (His excuse for this being "No-one, human, Pokemon or Pokemorph, can make a sound that awesome). Because of this, and to prove that his musical talents go beyond his incredible singing voice, he carries around a harmonica at all times.
He will constantly make jokes, even in the most serious of situations - the problem being the jokes are generally quite good, and he makes other people laugh. He has a natural charm and charisma that make people instantly drawn to him as a person. He is rarely annoying, and rarely gets annoyed himself. However, he rarely becomes close with people and finds general socialising hard. If a person were to try to become friends with him, he would immediately shut down his cheery exterior, in the hope of discouraging them. However, if the person were to persist, they would find a loyal friend - though he would deny it, he thrives on the company of good friends, and deep down wants nothing more than to be accepted. His strange upbringing gave him a distorted moral outlook - he thinks nothing of killing his enemies, though not being 'evil', he finds no pleasure in it. A bit of a ladies' man, but always sincere. After the disaster that befell him six months before, he swore to never 'properly' fall in love again.
An interesting point is his attitude towards himself as a Pokemorph. He never bothers hiding his wings, or becomes embarassed of his heritage, even though he isn't sure who his parents are. If confronted, he simply laughs and shrugs it off, allowing people to think what they will of him, be it prejudice or even hate. He will not try to correct people's mistakes even if they are wrong about him or Pokemorphs in general, leaving them to their own beliefs and reasons.
History: He was abandoned at a very young age, and because of this does not know the identity of his parents. However, he has no wish to find them, and believes they must have had a good reson for abandoning him. Free was part of a group of Pokemorphs working against evil teams in general. The group found him as a child (a chick?) and raised him, training him to use his abilities as a weapon from a young age. However, due to his lack of Pokemon DNA, he was never as good as the other students. He never saw this as a problem, remaining optimistic and working as hard as he could. At this age, he developed a talent for music, no doubt helped along by his abilities.
As he grew, they all became good friends, and he had a romantic relationship with one of the members. They worked together for years, and he developed his powers greatly, even though he had (and still has) a tendency to use them for fun rather than battle. This labelled him as something of a 'class clown'. However, something terrible happened. On what was to be his 'graduation', a test to prove his worth as a leader of the group, he used his powers to create an ultrasonic wave, intent on killing the enemy he had been assigned to take out. However, he had become complacent and too confident in his powers, and ended up killing everyone, including his entire team. He is still traumatised because of this, but when he heard about the war, he decided it was time to fight again.
He is currently flying north across Johto, to Goldenrod City, where he has heard a Pokemorph is organising a defence against the Rebellion.
RP Sample: This is for an RP in play over on ONM. The posts are written more like chapters in a book, as there is not much interaction between characters.
Backstory: Matt is a boy with the Dimensional Scream, and unknown to him, is being hunted down by the leader of an evil group posing as the Johto region's leading elecricity company. He met Zero (from the Giratina movie) back home in Hoenn, and Katya on a train going to Johto. He accidentally used his powers and foresaw her death, and so they are travelling together.
Note: This was written for Valentine's Day, sorry if it's a bit mushy.
A Few Misunderstandings
Matt awoke to a cold, wintry morning, the sun's rays, somehow intensified with the weather, were shining through the canopy of his shabby one-man tent. He looked at the Pokéball that lay beside him. It was a weird thought, thinking that something so big, mysterious and exciting as the world of Pokémon could be summed up with this small, dull ball. He pressed the button to enlarge it to opening stage, then it flashed open, to reveal-
Nothing.
Matt's heart raced. Where was Tyrogue? This was his ball, and although Matt knew that Pokémon could send themselves out with a strong amount of willpower, he was flummoxed as to why the little Fighting-type would run away. He jumped out of his tent, realising it was afternoon, and saw Katya sitting, grooming Vulpix. Her face lit up as she saw him.
"Do you know what day it is?" she asked. Matt was too anxious and hurried to hear the subtle hint in her voice.
"Sunday, why?" he replied.
Katya looked slightly crestfallen. "Oh… no reason."
"Err… right. Sorry, got to go, Tyrogue ran off somewhere."
She merely nodded, as Matt ran off to find Tyrogue. He couldn't have gotten far…
He hadn't. Matt found the little Pokémon by a small waterfall, formed naturally as a creek burst out over a ledge in the ground. Tyrogue was punching into it, his small fists battered by the freezing, heavy water.
"Hey! Tyrogue!" Matt called him, and he turned round. "You shouldn't run off like that. I need to know where you are - I thought you'd run away."
The Pokémon bowed its head; it seemed truly sorry.
"Were you training?" Matt asked.
"Ty!" it replied.
"Okay, I'll help you."
The Pokémon grinned. The next hour or so was taken up with training. Matt was surprised at the little monster's skill. Although it appeared to have no clear fighting style, it was certainly a jack-of-all-trades, blasting open rocks Matt threw into the air with its hands, feet, head and body. It didn't know many moves, although Matt saw it smash a small boulder with a well-executed Fake Out attack. Matt gave Tyrogue a hi-five. And then the world stopped.
It was weird, he thought. For the first time in his life, he hadn't been careful not to touch anything. He'd almost forgotten about his power altogether… Oh well…
Two Pokémon, Matt didn't recognise them. Another one, bigger, stronger, angry. One swipe - blood everywhere. And Tyrogue could do nothing but run as his parents were killed before his eyes.
Tyrogue was looking up at him, his yellow eyes sad and wide.
"Oh, mate…" Matt sighed, and brought the little Pokémon into a hug. This was why Tyrogue had to train. So he wouldn't be weak when people he loved were in danger.
As they walked around, trying to find a place to rest, Matt saw a movement on a side-path. He swung round, and came face to face with a flock of angry-looking Pidgey. They appeared to be attacking a small Pokémon Matt had never seen before, a kind of bug with black dots on its back. He was just about to help when-
"Draco Meteor!"
A barrage of blue-flamed boulders cascaded from the sky, smashing into the Pidgey and taking them all down, except one, which had a rugged look to it and seemed to be the leader. The origin of the attack stepped out from a bush - a medium-sized Pokémon Matt didn't recognise, with a tail that looked like a paintbrush. It didn't look anything like a dragon… And from behind it came a girl, with long black hair and glittering blue eyes. She was almost as tall as Matt, which was no small feat, and she wore a Ranger's uniform. Matt's initial awe was clouded over with worry. The Rangers might be looking for Zero…
"Capture on!" shouted the girl. She swung her Capture Styler and the disc shot out, flying round the Pidgey a few times before returning to her hand. The Pidgey now looked docile, and it flew off into the trees. The girl turned to Matt.
"Well thanks for helping out."
"You looked like you had it under control."
She smiled. "I suppose I did. Those Pidgey had been causing trouble around here recently." She scooped up the quivering Bug Pokémon, spraying it with a Potion. So she wasn't here for Zero… That was a relief. He could tell Zero to stop acting like he was on the run, and they would stop moving from place to place every day.
"I'm Vivian by the way," the girl said, reaching out a hand for Matt to shake. He took it - her hands were soft.
"Matt. This is Tyrogue."
"Oh, hi there, little guy!" she stooped to pat Tyrogue on the head. He grinned up at her. "Oh, and of course, this is Smeargle." The Pokémon stood, leaning against a tree - it seemed to radiate coolness. It had a blue neckerchief with a yellow symbol on it - a smiley face with X-ed out eyes. Matt guessed the Pokémon had painted it itself - the yellow was the same as its paint.
They had been talking for some time, chatting and laughing, making their way back to camp. Zero had seen them and cast a wary look at Matt, but he had given the OK sign, and quietly explained when Vivian was out of earshot, tending to the wounds of the Pokémon Matt had learnt was a Ledyba. They found the tents, where Katya was sitting some way off. Zero began wandering off almost as soon as they got back.
"I just need some time alone," he said, then turned to Matt and grinned. "It's the same every Valentine's day."
Matt suddenly remembered. Valentine's day. So that was what Katya had meant when she'd asked him what day it was. He had to make it up to her. He approached Vivian, who was going to release the Ledyba.
"I don't suppose I could catch that Ledyba? Only I know where I could find a good home for it."
"Sure! I expect it'll just get scared if I let it go, anyway."
She handed him the Pokémon, and Matt held a Pokéball to it. It smiled, nuzzling the ball, and disappeared inside in a flash of red.
***
"I got you something." It was dark now, the Hoothoot were twittering softly and the other wild Pokémon had gone to sleep. Matt held out the Pokéball, and Katya took it, releasing the Ledyba. She smiled despite herself - she was trying her hardest to be angry but there was something about Matt that always cheered her up. He sat down beside her.
"I'm sorry." he whispered.
"Don't be."
They sat there for a few hours, watching the stars. After a while, they leaned in closer to each other, and then huddled up together, sharing Matt's coat.
And it wasn't just because they were cold.
Side: Human Sympathiser
EDIT: Maybe this is OK?
