Name: Sinister Elliot
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Before the incident that caused Sinister to change, he was quite the guy. He had dark, black hair, which he wore up in a fauxhawk. He was quite skinny, had very bony shoulders and knobby knees. He was very tall, about 6'2". His arms were out of proportion with his body, as they reached down and the ended of his fingers reached his knees. His face was very skinny, and along with the thin look he was also incredibly pale; his skin seemed to reflect sunlight. His legs, although quite long, were indeed very muscular; despite the fact that Sinister didn't look very muscular, however looks can be deceiving. After he was fused, he grew in height another 4 inches, turning out to be a total of 6'6". Because of his fusion with a Feraligatr, his spine sticks out more and he ended up with large red spikes that ran from the top of his head; which are visible within the fauxhawk and stuck out a bit higher than it, and go down his neck all the way down his spine and lower end at his lower back. Reluctantly he does not have to deal with a tail; however his hands and his feet nearly doubled in size, and have claws now sticking out of the fingertips. The feature that seems to be the most visible was his two bottom K-9s, which had become very large, ending at about where his nostrils are, and were angled outward.
Personality: Sinister happened to be a man who kept to himself. He didn't have that much of a life, as he really ended up just listening to music and ignoring the rest of the world. He wasn't out to do something great with his life, just to make it through and be able to enjoy it once it was on the verge of ending. His self esteem and confidence had been withered down to zero, perhaps because of the evident snickers and laughs out in public places, seeming to be all aimed at him. Sinister kept his heart to himself, and thought that he really only needed to live to be happy. He was a fan of loneliness, and had managed to flirt with the dark and make friends with the shadows. After the fusion, he seemed to view things differently. Sinister believed that he could actually do some things if he put his all into it, and that he was able to succeed in whatever it was he did with the right strength. He believes that he can make something of this new power, but is puzzled as to why it is they did this to him. He lost his fear of saying what he thinks, for the most part, as he doesn't see it as intimidating anymore because of the fact that he's been turned into a "freakshow". His life tended to consist of food, water, sleep, and music, as he never was one for conversation. He would always let himself mentally wander off and enjoy beats and rhythms, and he never took the world seriously as they never could take him seriously.
History: Sinister resided in Blackthorn City, where he lived with no one but his parents. They decided, upon seeing how Sinister turned out, that they were not going to have any other children. As life went on and Sinister went into High School, his parents began to tell him to participate, but he refused and kept denying any suggestions. This began to make the parents arguer with each other, and basically a war was sparked in the family. In the end, Sinister's parents ended up lashing out on him for no reason at all.
As he grew, he began to realize that he no longer needed anyone else other than himself, and that he was able to get by without the "help" of his parents. He wasn't even known to many, even though he was quite possibly the best student in the school and aced his classes with ease. His only true recognition was; when recess came about, big races were held, and Sinister would always win, beating each contestant by at least 15 feet. He always felt that no matter who tried to help him, he would remain alone, as he seemed to be better off this way; his parents proved that.
The day came when his parent's support came down to nothing, and the Sinister was truly alone. It was his senior year in high school that he decided to leave the family and go be somewhat happy, or anything close to it. That day, they called his name to come across the stage, and no one knew where he had gone to. He was on his own now, with nothing but some food, water, the open road calling his name.
He decided that he was going to live his life in secrecy, and that he was going to travel about that land going who knows where. He walked in the shadows and made sure he was not seen, as for some reason he saw many missing signs with his name on it all over the place. He must have walked a hundred miles before he began to miss his old life, even though he realized there wasn't anything to miss. He decided, as he felt the loneliness getting to him, he would walk out into the town he was near and he would surround himself with people, just so that the loneliness would disappear, or at least go away for some time.
Eventually his walking into the town became habit, until one day a large crowd of people pushed him onto a boat and, unable to get off, was taken far away from the place he thought he once knew oh so well. When the boat finally hit the shore, he found himself in the middle of the Hoenn region, somewhere around Slateport City. He immediately went back into hiding and began walking in one direction hoping to find somewhere he could reside.
He began to take little walks into the cities and towns he came across, each one longer than the next. He was not recognized, so he was able to freely walk in public, or so he thought. He was under the assumption he was safe…until one day he was walking, when a van drove up, hopped the curve and cornered him. Without warning, men came out and took him away, and this was the first encounter with Team Fusion.
Mercilessly, the team performed tests on Sinister. His DNA merely ended up in total haywire, and he became a dud, or so they thought at the time. Without any second thoughts, they merely tossed away the lifeless corpse, not looking back on it. Fortunatey, this was not the end. Shortly after the team ditched him, Sinister woke up and realized he had been changed. His new tasks were, to figure himself out in his new form, to escape the team wanting reposession over him, and having to escape his past from catching up. He has been roaming and running from civilization and still is, trying to find others...
Type of Morph: Sinister is able to morph into a Feraligatr whenever he chooses too, with the understanding that he will never be able to go back to being fully human. He believes that his powers are limited now, but he will be able to do so much more when he truly learns of his Feraligatr form. The attacks he only knows are Hydro pump and Bite, and he is an extremely good swimmer. He now figures that if he cannot walk around in public without being criticized, then those who offer the criticism are going to have to learn to have him around.
RP Sample: "I wish that this was easier than it has to be."
Sinister washed his face in the cool, refreshing river water as he murmurs to himself.
"I just wish I could know why it is they did this to me…I mean I don't see any significance in doing this to anyone like me…"
Sinister looked down at his large hands, claws and all and just sighed, knowing he could never go back to being the person he was. Why would they do this type of thing to him? He couldn't imagine a possible reason. This angered him, to a very large extent. His hands clenched into fists, and they began to shake wildly and spasm.
"What could they possibly want…from ME? I'm just a kid…I didn't do anything wrong…I don't understand!"
Sinister, losing his control picked up a large rock and threw it into the vast green array of a campsite, which consisted merely of a fire, a river, and some wood he had found. It vanished out of site, and then the clunk of the rock against a tree was heard as it pummeled the dirt underneath it. Hearing this made Sinister even more infuriated as he felt as though he was the dirt beneath the rock…
"Get it together Sin…this ship is quickly sinking, man, pull it together…"
Slowly, he began to shake less violently…
"C'mon Sin…I know that day has become so haunting…just try to forget it…I can't forget it I know I can't, my mind keeps playing it over and over…just relax…"
Slowly but surely, Sinister's conversations with himself calmed him down. He knew he hated the Team Fusion that had done this to him, and he knew that he had to run until the day that he deceased. He thought he could never trust anyone…and yet he was so open to finding someone else like him; someone else so that he could trust someone…Making the decision it was time to move along once again, Sinister stood up and stretched. He knew he had another long walk ahead of him and many more to come. He sighed, and took one last look at the campsite…and out of nowhere, screamed at the top of his lungs:
"I hope you're all happy, I really hope you enjoyed making me a shipwreck! But mark my words; I will never let you overpower me again!"
With this oath he took within him, he turned without another word and sprinted as fast as he could into the wilderness…
I hope I got everything...I'd be the one to forget to put something in.