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Name: Yassan Orolovitz
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance: A tall (6'5) man of rather unnatural thinness, a man like Yassan is an odd sight outside his homeland of Hiojiin, making most people content to leave him alone. Being an ex-soldier for the Hiojiin army's 19th Air & Armored, he is dressed in the clothes he deserted the army in- an urban camoflage jacket and trousers, backpack, and grey body armor for his chest and upper legs. Since Hiojiin is rather far north, his skin is corpse-pale, although he has a good complexion.
Personality: Many people who knew Yassan as a child would never recognize him later. Many his hometown remembered him as a bright, cheerful, intelligent boy with a surplus of energy that he put to use in daydreams and art. Although, when Hiojiin and Sinnoh went to war, something changed him. Capitalizing on the strong/silent type, Yassan goes through his life saying little and thinking much, using his natural strength to deal with the occasional anti-foreigner. Described in a Hiojiin Army Mental Health report as 'Needlessly cruel and sadistic' Yassan made his enemies suffer, in the Hiojiin-Sinnoh War and after his desertation. While he treats his fellow humans with utter contempt, he has been spotted being kind and rather paternal to pokemon, both his own and ones he encounters in the wild. Post-desertation reports speculate intense post-traumatic stress disorder, and possible (but false) dementia.
Background: Born in the northernmost continent of Hiojiin, an almost inhospitable land, Yassan was an intelligent boy who often daydreamed of going off on adventures like the pokemon trainers he saw on TV and heard about on the radio. UNfortunately for him, he could never see himself physically going on any pokemon adventures, as even going on a three-hour flight to the opposite end of Hiojiin made him extremely homesick. That didn't stop him from capturing a few, though. The abundant snow-covered meadows,forests, and caves made an ideal habitat for Dark, Ice, and Ground pokemon, and in his early teens young Yassan had thuroughly explored the caves and fields around his town for pokemon, capturing a larvitar (which he enthusiastically evolved into a Tyranitar) and a sneasel, even finding a pen-pal in Kanto to trade a snover for a scyther, an exotic bug-type in such a cold land.
Then the war came. The Hiojiin-Sinnoh war saw him enlisting to fight back against invading Sinnohins, and he and his pokemon proved to be a good fit in his division, the 19th Air and Armored ('Urban Blitzkrieg'.) Slowly, he began to change, becoming colder and more serious, even sadistic; hunting down terrified enemies and dispatching them with disturbing ease. After several threats of court-martials for his cruelty, Yassan deserted the army. Slipping aboard a freighter, he decided to disembark on the first piece of land he hit.
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RP Sample: Yassan awoke with a start. The ship had stopped moving. Turning about, he heard voices coming down the stairs to the cargo hold, and he froze in panic for a moment before he darted into a shipping container that was filled with stacked DVD players. After a quick check of his backpack, he found his three pokeballs, a razor, a cheap watch, helmet, and boonie hat. Nothing had been left outside. Strapping the pokeballs onto his belt, he sat down to wait for his freedom.
He didn't have to wait long. After half an hour of boredom, his container groaned and shuddered as a crane grabbed it and lifted it from the belly of the ship. After several seconds of paralyzing fear, he felt a reassuring thunk as the container hit solid ground. Smiling, he tried to push the door open. It didn't budge. Frowning, he pushed harder, but the door didn't budge. "Not to worry, mate" he muttered to himself, pulling out Tyranitar's pokeball. Casually, he stepped back and pressed the center button, and his Tyranitar erupted from the ball in a shower of light. Pointing to the general area of the door, he yelled "Tyranitar, take down!" and his faithful pokemon complied. There was a crunch/slam sound, and light flooded into the container, along with surprised yells from the shipyard's staff. His Tyranitar turned to face the workers, who screamed and ran as it let loose an earth-shaking roar. Pulling on his helmet, Yassan walked calmly out of the container, surveying the chaos he'd created. Calmly facing his gigantic Tyranitar, he said "Come on, we need to get out of here." Knowing full well how many times Yassan had saved the skin of all his pokemon, his Tyranitar immedately complied, returning to it's pokeball. Hearing sirens in the distance, Yassan turned and ran.
Pokemon: Scyther, Sneasel, Tyranitar