( I tried to put in the rambo emote but for some reason it didn't let me ¬¬)
Name: Ceran
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Nidorino
Appearance: Ceran's horn and spines are slightly shorter than the average Nidorino's. He always wears a black eye patch over his left eye due to an infection that he got as a child, but his right eye has very adept vision, allowing Ceran to see things that many other Pokemon cannot.
History: At the beginning of the Elemental Wars, Ceran's parents fought for the Poison-Type Army to defend their kind against invaders from the various other armies. The pair went missing in action on an intelligence-gathering mission at the Dark-Type Army's base, and were presumed dead. This gave Ceran an indiscriminate loathing of the whole Dark-Type Army.
Ceran later enlisted with the Poison Army to defend the honour of Poison-Type Pokemon and avenge the death of his parents. Rather than being assigned to an army division he was enrolled as a watchman, with the task of watching the borders of the Poison-Type's territory and alerting Lord Seviper of any enemy movement. Ceran evolved into Nidorino while in service with the army, and quickly became one of the most respected watchmen.
Aside from his guard duties, Ceran aims to one day do what his parents could not; to find a Moonstone and evolve to his final form.
Type: Poison
Which side are you fighting for?: The Poison-Type Army
RP Sample:
"There, all done!"
Ceran grinned happily as a plate laden with delicious-smelling food was placed before him. "Thanks a lot Trent!" he said to the old Toxicroak who had cooked the meal, before digging in to his well-earned food. Trent was too old to fight in the war, but he opted to make the watchmen a meal every so often, to do his bit for the Poison Pokemon.
"I'll be asleep in my quarters if you need me," croaked the aged Pokemon before ambling slowly out of the guardhouse. Ceran gulped down his food – it was his favourite, a wonderful mixture of mushrooms, herbs and exotic berries. It was just what he needed after a particularly uneventful shift. He was to relieve the current guard, Bane the Koffing, of his position in two hours. So, Ceran thought, he may as well take a short nap.
Ceran was roused from his sleep by a foul smell creeping up his nose, before a little Stunky rushed into the guardhouse in an awful state of panic. It was panting heavily, and Ceran saw that it was shivering and had tiny icicles hanging off of its fur.
"Mister Ceran, come quick! The Ice Army is attacking!" gasped the Stunky, before collapsing to the floor.
"WHAT!?" yelled Ceran. 'How could the Ice Army have slipped through our defence?' he thought, as he moved the Stunky to a more comfortable position. He dashed out of the guardhouse, and ground to a halt when he saw Bane lying on the floor with his eyes wide open, a shard of ice embedded in his side. "No…" he gasped. Stood by the fallen Koffing was a tough-looking Frosslass. She looked up and saw Ceran, and formed another Ice Shard between her white hands. She drew back her arms, and hurled the shard as hard as she could. The shard struck Ceran head on, no-one could survive a direct hit like that. Frosslass turned away, satisfied, and found herself looking straight into Ceran's face. "Sorry, but that was a Double Team attack," he said with a sneer, as he concentrated the poisonous liquids in his body into his main horn. His face stiffened. "Now you will pay for what you did to my comrade! Meet my Poison Jab!"