Username: Densoro

Name: Paro

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Country of Origin: Leonias

Weapons: 
One-handed viking sword:
[img]http://miecze.pl/57-1218-large/Viking-sword-X-XI-c.jpg[/img]

Steel heater shield:
[img]http://www.oakheartarmory.com/media/1ca2d3271aa0f605ffff80a7ffffe417.jpg[/img]

Kriegsmesser:
[img]http://lutel-handicraft.com/files/products/11005B.jpg[/img]

Also see below.

Pokemon: 

Nickname: Etan
Species: 
Estoc-variant Honedge:
[img]http://i0.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/original/000/937/606/89d.png[/img]
Gender: 'Male,' but mostly 'sword'
Moveset: Return, Shadow Sneak, Iron Head, Sacred Sword
Personality: A natural-born teacher, Etan is patient and encouraging. Still unsure of himself in his new identity as a sword, he is the type to power through uncertainty with something that could be called 'recklessness.' However, his attachment to his trainer keeps that in check; he has somebody else he needs to protect. 
Differences: Etan's ability is Infiltrator rather than No Guard, allowing him to pierce effects such as Protect. Furthermore, because his master has little to no experience with Pokemon, it's not uncommon for Etan to be used like a regular sword. This combines a Pokemon's superhuman abilities with Paro's training as a swordsman -- the greater of his skills. However, Paro must call out his attacks when fighting this way.

Appearance: 
[img]http://www.theanimegallery.com/data/thumbs/790px/0109/tAG_109637.jpg[/img]
Without the parrot though, or all the ridiculous ornamentation on his shoulder armor.

Personality: Paro is the result of over a decade's training in multiple disciplines. 'Tact' was not among them. Compassionate to a fault, he is perhaps too eager to let others know how he's feeling. However, he prides himself on not being a hypocrite, so he is also a master of invasive questions. An Entei-fearing young man, he has no patience for feelings bottled or avoided; he would rather dive right to the point and let bad feelings burn themselves out.

Short Biography: The sword entered Paro's life when he was nine years old. A retired military man gave lessons in swordsmanship to the village's children, aided by his son, Etan. His front yard served equally as playground, training ground, and hallowed ground for the orphaned and directionless. Six years Paro's senior, Etan was a slim boy: deceptively strong, and gifted with the estoc's piercing power. Training behind a shield for years, Paro could only admire his upperclassman's forwardness in battle. When he left for the war, everybody believed that would keep him safe.

Months rolled by like the clouds above Leonias. With no word from the young soldier, the village carried on as though it forgot he had ever left. None of them had. Paro, unchanged by the years, spent more time training than at home with his own family. Perhaps that's why he was the first to see the golden hilt of a long, long sword floating towards the town. 

They say that when a soldier dies, their soul is sealed within their sword. Perhaps that explained the needle of familiarity in Paro's chest as he looked into the sword's single, glassy eye. 

Other:

Theme song: [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ok3E1YTtpkE[/url]