(I don't know much about this game or Pokemon in general. But I'll do my best. Also keep in mind that my main RPing comes from War/Action/horror themed sites... But I'm keeping it light hearted for the most part.)
Name: Viktor (AKA: Siris)
Species: Riolu
Gender: Male
Appearance: Not too much is different from any-other Riolu, though his eyes are an iron grey and he has discoloration of fur on his left leg, behind his knee.
Personality: He is a calm and very collective person, and never breaks into a blind rage. He follows a moral code of two simple rules: The innocent are not expendable. No-One left behind. Unless assigned as such, he will NOT peruse the unjust and wicked.
Move set: tackle, force palm, tail whip. (I never played the game. I watched my little sister. Hence the lack if knowledge.)
Faction: Justice
History: Unlike most in the guild, he was not born into his Riolu form. He was a highly trained killer for hire who did his job unmatched. His most work took place while two world power countries fought after heating skirmishes between their military forces. Siris was tasked and paid to eliminate several HVTs (High value targets) and secure HVLs (High Value Locations). It was simple enough, assassinate target here, blow up an oil rig there. However, when being CASAVACed from a combat zone, his helicopter was shot clean out of the sky by hidden SAM sites. He could see his vision tunneling, feel the singeing heat of the fire engulf his body. But to his surprise...He awoke.
He could barely stand and his head was pounding to the tune of his heartbeat. His equilibrium refused to level itself as he trudged through the sand. He caught a quick glimpse of his hands, but they didn't belong to him. The sudden shock caused his adrenaline rush and his small framed body to collapse under the pressure. He awoke to several other "creatures" staring at him as he laid unmoved in the sand. After introductions and brief conflicts, Siris moved to their "HQ". He had no-where to turn and no-one to trust. He needed help. Luckily, help is what he got. He did a few menial errands and was drafted to their cause.
Items: N/A (Considering I know none.)
