Name: Jezebel Disrayli
Age: 18
Pokéma: Zoroark. He has long, red hair with black tips. He keeps it tied up with a large sea-foam colored bead. He has large ears that he tends to keep down for reasons that only he seems to truly know. His eyes are a light-aqua color. However, when angered, the whites of his eyes will turn red and his irises will glow. He will also gain sharp, blood-colored claws. Because of his Pokéma he is rather good at mimicking others. He can change his voice to sound perfectly like someone else. Jezebel also has red markings at the corner of his eyes and mouth.
Personality: Jezebel seems like he would be a mean guy but he is actually rather kind, though really quiet and kind of shy. He is very primal and instinctual at times, usually preferring to lick his injuries, rather than bandage them. He isn't the type to rush into a fight, unless there is a cause for it. If something he treasures in in danger then he would fight to protect it, even going so far as to put his life in danger to protect it.
He tends to seem rather sad, whether he actually is or not. It's just the way he is. Jezebel isn't easily angered but when he is then he has the habit of going berserk. He usually calms down after a while but he's deathly afraid of one day loosing control of himself and then never regaining that control.
History: Jezebel was born and raised within the Lostlorn Forest in the Unova region. It was a beautiful and hidden place that provided great protection for him and his family. However, it wasn't as well hidden as his family had originally thought. One day, at around dawn, a fire was lit in the forest and it spread quickly. It was the regular humans that started the fire, believing that so-called 'demons' lived there. Jezebel and his family had never done anything wrong. In the panic and fear he was separated from his family. It wouldn't be until later that he would realize that he wouldn't see his family again.
The fire raged on for days, and days turned to weeks, but Jezebel somehow made it through. After the last trace of the fire had died out Jezebel began to wander around the scorched wasteland, searching for any signs of life and, above all, his family. No one. He found no one, even though he searched for about 3 days. Jezebel eventually moved on but it was tough for him but adjusting to being utterly along was almost tougher for him.
He began to travel around the world, visiting various regions. However, he didn't meet anyone with whom he could open up to. He wanted to get to know people but he felt that he just couldn't and that everyone around him would hate him.
Appearance: Jezebel is rather slim, even by normal standards. He usually dresses in loose clothes but he makes sure that they're able to stay on during a fight but also that they allow him free range of motion. His odd hair attracts a lot of attention but it's his natural hair color. When he tells someone that they immediately doubt him. That's what he gets for talking to normal humans, though. Jezebel pretty much looks the same in either of his forms, however, he loses the animal-like features in his human form. They only things that don't change are his hair and the color of his eyes.
RP Sample:
Jezebel looked around at the people who passed by him. He could hear their breathing, even their heartbeats. He had sensitive ears and could hear much better than the humans who passed him now. Jezebel appeared to be fully human right now because he was completely calm and in control of himself. He soon stood and headed for the gates of the town.
He would leave to head back into the forests that surrounded the town. He felt far more comfortable out there than he did in a town or city. A grudge against the humans who had burnt down his original home was what prevented him from trying to get close to any human at all. Kids would often go up to him and ask to touch his hair. He would allow it but he still didn't like people all that much.
He took in the scent of the forest when he arrived there, smiling a small smile. The first time in many weeks that he had done so. The forests of this region were always so beautiful, so green, so alive. He leaped into a tree and sat upon one of it's large branches to relax and breathe in the clean air.