Name: Captain Michael "Deadeye" Cassatt (a.k.a. Pvt. Alexei Borodin)
Gender: Male
Species: Buizel
Appearance: Michael stands a diminutive three feet tall, which is still a bit taller than normal for the average Buizel; his eyes retain an icy, chilling glare, accompanied by their cool sonic-blue coloration. However, his otter-like body has lost most if not all of it's original muscle and bulk, along with all of his beautiful fur, replaced by what can only be described as a rubber wetsuit of sorts. The smooth, orange-and-pale complexion of his flesh could be compared to that of the common red fox.
One of the innermost defining features of his persona would be the slash scar running from his right pectoral down to just past the left side of his abdomen; it is unsure what the origins of this scar are from, due to Michael's unwillingness to tell anyone, but some have speculated that he'd once been trained with a sword of some kind and this scar was the result. Michael does not feed nor condone these rumors.
Notably, Michael carries with him a light, black-weave Kevlar combat vest complete with various pouches and pockets to hold various kinds of equipment should he necessitate it, along with a tough,sturdy combat belt of the same color from which a holster on his left hip hangs; within is a
custom Colt .45 Series 80 (M1911), fitted with a heavy trigger in excess of 12 pounds required to pull.
Personality: Michael was never much of a talker, choosing moreso to pass on talking to family and friends due in part to the fact that he is actually incredibly shy. He is the kind of person that refuses to take credit for anything he does, attributing his uncanny military success to the men around him, and that he was "just following orders". Beyond this, Michael is very submissive to superiors, the mindset of purity and subservience engrained in his mind at birth, in part from the instinctual animalistic subconscious inherited from his species.
Now, he is much the same, keeping very quiet unless spoken to, and always ready to take orders from someone. He is something of a lost soldier, with no flag to fight for and no country to defend.
History: In years past, Michael had come from an abusive father (who had been stationed in another region at the time) and an emotionally absent mother, and at age 18 he decided it was for the best that he join the armed forces of his home region to escape his home life. Very quickly he progressed through the ranks through dilligent training and unyielding devotion to his flag and fortune, where others had given up in the heat of battle. It was rumored around his home base that he'd successfully fended off well over a hundred enemy troops on his own as his squad abandoned their posts, fleeing in fear of the enemy's large numbers.
Michael is still not sure to this day how he came to be a part of this new region inhabited solely by Pokemon, where once he fed his curiosity with humans and other animals, but he cares little for his previous life. He believes he would never have made any kind of grandeur for himself from a military life in such large regions, and he instead chooses to sign himself into this new world and try to live his life a second time, hopefully with a little more finesse than his previous ventures.
To be quite frank, it was his subservient nature and his willingness to follow an allegiance that led him to Treasure City, where he quickly signed himself into a new and budding police force with intent to stop... Something. He wasn't really sure what they were trying to kill or destroy or capture or whatever, because he honestly wasn't paying attention. He carries with him 22 years of previous combat experience under extreme conditions with his home-region's armed forces in his previous career, which could easily be put to good use in a police squad.
...He dare not tell anyone how he became so skilled, however. Not only does he want as much as possible to separate himself from his home region, but imagine the outlash! "Where in the world is that?"; "What is 'Krav Maga' ?" ; "What is 'Spetsnaz' ?", et cetera. He keeps to himself on the subject, and seeks only to blend in with everyone else, and reject the fact that in some right, he is "special" in the right that he was once a Captain of Squadron 3057, 1st Battalion, of his home region. He now lives by his new callsign 'Deadeye', and his new name Alexei Borodin.
