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[hider=Evanist]
Name: Erion Letendre

Age: 19

Gender: Male
Species: Espurr

Appearance:Erion looks like normal espurr, but insteads of having his hands with white coloring, he has pink coloring instead. Also, he will be wearing a light blue scarf.
Level:9

Moves:
Confusion
Covet
Baby-Doll eyes (lol)
Helping hand

Ability: Serene Grace

Biography: Where to begin in all this. Erion started his life in the north of Canada where he was born. His mother was a nurse at a hospital, and his father was a programmer at a rather well known companie.
Because of how his parents worked a lot to try to get money for the house and take care of their child, Erion did not have much time with his overscheduled parents. This was making him lonelier then anything, not having his parents to help him most of the time. Though he managed at a young age to adapt and take care of himself. Life was alright until his dad had a promotion, but had to move to a new city in the states. Erion was just 9 when that happen, and he had a couple of friends at school. He was mad at his parents for forcing him to move away… but he had no choice… He moved to Malwayne Coast, his mother leaving her job to take care of Erion now more than before, because the new job had enough money for them and it cost less money to take care of food and everything.. Erion was integrated as a exchange student there, where he had difficulty at first to adapt.
People at the school were so different than those he was used to. Bullies…. People that were terrorised by them….Adults that did not take care of getting the kids to behave. It was a real war zone sometimes, with fights between students going off here and there. Being a exchange student, one of the bullies decided that it would be fun to go and bully Erion… That bully was one of the biggest bully in school though. A guy that was about in his start teenage years that did not like little kids.
So at the first day that the bully tried to get Erion’s lunch money, Erion actually did not seem afraid of him. Was it cause he was frozen in fear and was not showing any emotions, or was it that he did not care… The bully, who then lifted him in the air, asking for his money, his fist up in the air, was suddenly greeted with a kick in the nuts from Erion, who then surprisingly punched the guy right in the face and then made him eat dirt. People around looked at Erion surprised. The bully then got up and rushed, going to jump on Erion, who quickly got down and punched the bully again in the nuts.
Erion did not know what was happening to him. His head told him to run, but his instincts told him to not accept this and fight against oppression. Soon an adult arrived and stopped the fight, going to drag Erion and the bully to the principal’s office. People around were talking about how Erion, a kid that was about 3 years younger than the biggest bully, just kicked the guy’s butt. A real humiliation for that bully.

As Erion arrived at the principal’s office, he explained plainly that this guy decided to try to take his lunch money, and lifted him up the ground. The principal looked at the bully, who said that it was not true and that Erion started the fight. At this though, multiple students that fallowed yelled that it was a lie, that he was the one that started it. The principal. Hearing this, stared at the bully, and then looked at Erion, who did not seem to be reacting much right now, his anger being bottled up inside, knowing that it would be better to not let it out. The principal though saw that in his eyes he was angry at the bully, but who would not. In the end, the bully actually got detention, and Erion was sent home for the day, with a note for his parents about what happened.

When Erion got home, his parents were furious at him, cause of how he got into a fight. Erion explained what happen, but his parents would not listen, and sent him to his room. This was so unfair… He was just defending himself, and this was what happened.

The next day though, when he arrived at school, multiple students walked to him, asking him how he beat the bully up, how he was able to actually terrorise the biggest bully in school. Erion explained that he did not know… that suddenly he felt as if he had to not accept how things worked around here, that he was not going to be considered as one of the week ones. The school bullies seemed to start to avoid him, except for the one that Erion had beaten up, who deep down wanted revenge for the humiliation that had happened.

Years passed as Erion started to learn about multiple subjects. He was interested in science now. Since that day back then, he had made multiple friends, those that were supposedly called “weak ones” by the bullies. Erion though, knowing that physically he would need to still be in shape because of how he might have trouble if he did not keep in form, started to train more and more at the gym in his spare time, having some of his friends actually join him in the school gym for training.

Then one day, the bully that so long ago he had beaten up came back…. With a rather large gang of thugs at the school. His new friends as they said. As the bully arrived at Erion, who was now 14, he warned him that he would make him cry like a baby on the cement after he was done with him, having actually a rather large stick in his hands. Though before he could swing, multiple adults arrived and stopped him, as he fought back, calling Erion a coward, telling him that he was weak. Erion though just simply ignored him. He had beaten him long ago… it was not use to try and get into a fight with him.

Then, at the age of 16 though…. Things changed when his house was vandalised, windows broken, his things being thrown and torn apart, with a note that Erion smelled and that he was just a coward. His mother had been attacked also in this, and had been sent to the hospital. Erion, in deep rage, told his father that he was going to take care of this, that he knew who did it and that he would make them pay. His dad though stopped him, telling him that justice would be served, even if deep down he was in rage also right now.
A month passed as Erion’s mother slowly recovered. The police had found evidence and clues of who the attackers were, and as Erion suspected, it was the old bullies from before… but each time it seemed as if they would get away when the police arrived. It was enough. Erion called his friends, telling them that it was enough, that he was going to make that bully pay no matter what. His friends told him that it was crazy, that the group would kill him. Erion explained that it was the reason why he needed their help. Most of them accepted, going out with their baseball bats. He went out of the house, saying that he was going to a friend’s house to play baseball, a metal bat in his bag. His father looked at him, worried, and said to be careful.
Instead of going to his friend’s house, Erion met up with his friends at the ball park near the place that the officers were going to do their next assault. Erion explained the plan. They went through the back unnoticed by the officers and waited. The officers on their side were planning an attack. Suddenly gunshots were heard as the criminals tried to get away, shooting at the officers while running. What they did not expect was Erion’s ambush. Him and his friends suddenly hit the mans on the arms, disarming them from the shadows before smashing on their heads, knocking the group out. Just then though, Erion saw his old enemy going to escape at a distance, taking another route. Erion took one of the weapons of the criminals and ran off towards his old enemy.
By taking twists and turns, Erion was able to move in front of the old bully and shot him in the arm, disarming him. Erion’s friends soon join back as police officers arrive, seeing Erion with a gun pointed at the bully. Deep down Erion wanted to kill the one that tried to ruin his life, but he knew he could not. The officer told him to drop the weapon, that it was over. Erion just stares at the bully, who was… crying…. In pain. He knew that he might just die because of what he tried to do. Erion looked at the bully with the same blank expression as before. He looked at him, and then said.
“Checkmate, you bastard. This… this is for attacking my family and me. This… is for the suffering you caused me. I am not going to kill you. No… this is not in my nature, but know this…. If you ever, ever come back one day and try to hurt me or my friends or my friends, I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE!” he yells before dropping the weapon. The officers quickly move in and took the crook away, patching the bandage as the officers moved to Erion, who was crying after this.
As Erion was brought to the police station, they decided to not go and arrest him, knowing that it was for partial self defense of his family that he did this. Nothing would be written in his records about this, no one would hear about how he took care of those criminals with his gang. They helped the civilians, and they deserved to be treated with respect.
Time passed. Live took back a normal state now for Erion, who started to studies instead on becoming a police officer. He knew what he wanted to do now…. To serve and protect…. And this is what he was going to do… But he did not know that things were about to change…. Into something very… different.

Differences: He is also part fairy type and will learn moves of those kinds. Also instead of normal espurr ability, he has serene grace.

Other Info: I might not have said it in the app, but Erion will have been slightly a gamer in his spare times.[/hider]
[hider=KaBling (GM)]
Name: Miles Hall

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Species: Noivern/Skarmory

Appearance: Pretty much a normal Noivern, although the wings, claws, fangs and tail are as sharp as blades, which shine under sunlight and regenerate over time, while strangely being flexible, metallic and light. The mane is made of iron wool, which is oddly soft and sometimes isn't even considered metal. The four parts of the wings that stick out are similar to the wings of a Skarmory, having red colouration and such. There seems to be a slight metal tint in the skin of Miles, although it's as soft as normal skin (with the exception of the wings).

Level: 12

Moves:
-Swift
-Hurricane
-Dragon Pulse
-Moonlight

Ability: Infiltrator

Biography: Miles didn't have it easy. His father, a doctor was often drunk as a result of accidentally killing his own patient. His mother was quite stressful being a lawyer, having lost her mother and father within one year. They were upper-class and looked alright, but on the inside they were deeply stressed. They had already moved from Australia to America, so they already had some stress on their hands.

Miles didn't. He had an odd style of life, being relaxed and calm even under pressure. Though, he did learn several important life lessons: 1. Don't be a doctor unless you want a legitimate excuse to kill someone. 2. Don't be a lawyer unless you want to end up depressed and having to seek counseling following attempted suicide. His father eventually stopped drinking after claiming 'they lost their appeal' and witnessing the mother slitting her throat in front of him, while his mother decided to quit her job and help Miles grow up with at least a single parent. While his father would come back late with a slouched back, his mother would try to be active and have outings with Miles.

They began to lose the upper-class status once the mother quit her job. While they did pay off the mortgage and such, they weren't as rich as they used to be five years ago. Instead of sending Miles to a private school, they opted for a normal school so that he could get into a good university. Sure enough, he was picked on several times by a bully in a normal school, although at one point he tried to fight back - the bully lost two front teeth, while Miles suffered a concussion. Ultimately, the two made peace and became friends. Not the best of friends, but Miles and him would keep in contact after school.

As time passed, Miles' grades rose. At first, he wasn't anticipating school and got average scores, but then he decided to go study - he would often slack and his grades would improve marginally. Deciding he had better things to do than computers, he tried out a few sports - the only one he was good at was basketball, to which he was surprisingly accurate with a ball. The problem was his height since everyone else was tall, and actually getting the ball into the net while people try to steal the ball off you. Of course, he never played basketball again once he decided it was rather daunting to play. Video games could be considered sports when it came to Miles, although he wasn't exactly an avid player - he showed skill, but his old computer wasn't the thing he wanted when it came to playing games. He did attempt the occasional speedrun in Pokemon and several other games, though.

Reflecting on his life, Miles decided to pursue a career in IT. There was little point being a game developer since his creativity would be limited to some rather sharp drawings. Computer engineering seemed nice until he remembered rivalries between engineering and medicine - basically, if one of them made his father drunk, the other would as well. He's currently looking into a job involving IT, but otherwise he currently hangs around in his house.

Differences: Being a Noivern and Skarmory hybrid, Miles has a Dragon/Steel typing. Physical moves have an increased chance to deal Bleed to entities. Despite being a Steel Pokemon, he's not exactly going to be bullet-proof, although they will deal less damage to Miles as they're considered Normal moves.

Other Info: Mhm.[/hider]
[hider=Lugia (Admin)]
Name: Roger White

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Species: Goodra/Charizard

Appearance: Unlike others of his kind, Roger's 'skin' is actually a very weird reddish-brown color, with an orange underbelly. His tail is also that of a charizard's, however, the fire on the end of it isn't tied to his life and can go out without killing him... the flame is also, oddly enough, a purple color, rather than the typical red. The tail does have a few yellow dots on it, similar to the green dots that a regular goodra has. His arms and hands are similar to those of a charizard's, and the fingers even have claws at the end of them. His feet match a charizard's in just about everything but color (which is a given, considering the fact that his coloration is neither from a charizard or a goodra). His head even has a charizard's horns on it, though the rest of his head is, of course, that of a goodra's, as are his legs, eyes, neck, and general body shape.

Level: 13

Moves:
- Outrage
- Protect
- Tackle
- Heat Wave

Ability: Hydration

Biography: Roger was always such a forgettable and absolutely average kid, that throughout his childhood, he'd make friends, and then they'd forget him in a year, claiming to have never met him before. This actually annoyed Roger at first, however, after a while, he just started making jokes about it, such as "Hey, it's me, the kid nobody can ever remember!" or "Look, it's the student who isn't listed in the yearbook!"... his straight 'C's throughout his education only seemed to prove to him just how average and common he was, but, by this time, he didn't even care, and honestly, didn't expect anything else from himself. One strange thing about Roger, though, was the fact that he may have been one of the only students at his school who liked pokemon. While you'd think something like that would make him at least somewhat memorable, the fact that he never so much as spoke about pokemon, or how much better it was than the school's (supposed, and according to Roger's since-forgotten study which may be wrong) favorite franchise, digimon. Roger would always try not to puke whenever it was brought up, and unfortunately, that was often at his high school. He went through high school somewhat easily, just coasting on his C average to get a diploma... funny thing, the guy handing out the diplomas actually forgot his name, and he had to remind them... as a result, he got his diploma after everyone else left.

After high school, Roger started attending the nearby university, studying to get some sort of degree that would help him get a job that would let him make his own video game. Even after all these years, Roger would always find the time to play some video games, and, strangely enough, he still got straight Cs... it seemed like that's all he'd ever get, no matter whether he studied, or just slacked off playing video games. Unfortunately, this was about the time where he was actually thinking about his game and sharing his ideas to people who might help him... one of his classmates, one who had since transferred to another school in another country, took off with his game ideas, and actually made a very poorly-coded version of what Roger was planning to make. Sure, it wasn't a very good game (named Witches & Wizards: Dragon edition), even getting some of the 'all-time worst' awards in various gaming websites and magazines, but... Roger knew that he couldn't make that game that he was planning to make anymore. Roger then stopped studying and stopped playing video games for a while just to come up with some sort of new idea, one that wouldn't end up stolen and put into poor coding. He wracked his brain day and night coming up with some sort of idea, something new and original in the RPG genera, and his grades... well, they just stayed at 'C' for some weird and unknown reason. Today might just be the day, though, he could almost feel himself coming up with something new, it's right on the tip of his tongue, yet, it still isn't exactly formed fully yet... for some reason...

Differences: As a hybrid between a goodra and a charizard, Roger can learn most of the moves from both movepools, however, as he lacks wings, he cannot learn any flying type moves... that is, unless he learns hidden power and THAT ends up being a flying type move. He is also partially a fire type thanks to his somewhat mixed-up DNA. Sometimes, Roger may mix two of his moves together during an attack, though, the results can run the gamut from useful to worse than useless, results from the same mix will often vary depending on if he gets interrupted in the middle of the attack... which isn't that hard to do, unfortunately for him.

Other Info: The game 'Witches & Wizards: Dragon edition' should be very infamous, to the point where almost every Youtube, website, and magazine critic knows about it, and has played it. The game's so horrible that it actually got a few game journalists and Youtubers to quit their jobs... even the ones that are basically paid to be angry and hate everything. Also, the only items in his possession are his wallet with $20, several cards, and tons of receipts... of course, he also has the clothes on his back.[/hider]
[hider=Sumable]
Name: John 'The Batter' Mcdouglas

Age: 36

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Appearance:
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/lGwtC95.png[/IMG]
Better description rather than the picture: He adorns his old baseball player outfit, even if it is a tad bit small. The hat still fits him, though. Without his hat, he has really short, jet-black hair, and he is semi-muscular, more on the skinny side, actually. He is Caucasian, and has green eyes, and he wears contacts. He has a deep voice, and he is about 6'4" tall. (1.9 meters) He carries a bat with him at all times, wooden. *ahem*
yes, this character is based off of a certain character from a game. I do not own this picture.

Biography: As a kid, he was a Sports Nut. Or a jock. Whatever you want to call him. He sucked at almost every subject in school, but he still aced his tests. Mainly because he found seats next to nerdy kids and cheated. He also took many days off, and he was never actually sick. Everyone liked him, girls swooned, etc. etc. until a prank of his sorta went too far. Let's just say he was a juvenile delinquent, but he learned his way in jail. Well, not in education, of course. He was still cramming and cheating and slacking off. No, he learned discipline, and chivalry, and manners. Now, this wasn't actually all from him going to juvey, more like him getting his ass whooped by his parents right after he got out. Years later, he tried to relearn a lot of things, and sort of got smarter than he was before.

Summer
The start of baseball season! His second favorite sport, and now was the time to get accepted into the small-town teams! He'd be the third youngest on the team, being 21 and all. He was good friends with Harold, and Jason. The others were mainly acquaintances. He played well, and eventually got a few awards and a girlfriend. The end of summer was a little rough, but he definitely knew he liked baseball more than football.

A couple years later, he married his girlfriend, but after about two miscarriages, they stopped trying to have kids. They did adopt, though. The reason to the miscarriages was because she was actually a pokemon. She didn't exactly know, she thought that she was a human. Everyone thought she was human. The children they adopted were a short, Canadian girl, pale as the moon, and a chubby American. The only problem with having two different kids is that they fought, and they were also extra mouths to feed. Joey's job wasn't exactly paying all that well, especially since he was only known by a couple people locally. After a while, his wife divorced because he wouldn't put the kids back up for adoption, and he was on the verge of bankruptcy, until he got a second job. Now having a second job, that meant he was rarely ever home, which didn't bode well for the kids.

After mostly saving himself from debt, a couple years passed and he got a once-in-a-lifetime offer. People said he played baseball so well, he should be on that town's professional team. This meant a higher paycheck, of course, and he got to meet new people. Although, he still had to do his second job, leading to weeks of stress, and on top of that, he still had to pay bills and taxes. He quit his second job after the offer, though, and he sort of become a hometown hero, in a way. He got to see his kids more often, usually ending up with him saying "Look at how much you've grown!" and whatnot. Joey, 'The Batter', was happy. In fact, he's glad about almost everything he did, including getting that divorce. Although the team eventually disbanded, he still kept his clothes, and wears them from time to time to this day, even if they are a tiny bit tight on him. He also owns his bat, and some think that he put cork in his bat to make it lighter and hit a ball farther, but he never did. He was just good. He is a little overprotective, though, and if he even senses partial hostility, he may attack.

Other Info: [youtube]hipealnY7kE[/youtube](theme)

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Name: Katie 'Sweet Tooth' Mcdouglas

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Species: Slurpuff

Appearance:
[IMG]http://i.imgur.com/nPImKmb.png[/IMG]

Level: 7

Moves: -Sweet Scent
-Tackle
-Fairy Wind

Biography: Today is her birthday. She was born August 30th, 1999, and she was, according to her mother, one of the cutest things ever. She had a great taste for sweets, and if there was pie, or cake, or any type of candy, it was always hers, and it was always gone in a flash. She had a fast metabolism, and she almost always was eating. In fact, she ate so frequently that she had health problems. Along with having to buy hundreds of dollars of food, and constant medical bills from the problems, and money for lunch at school her family had to give her up for adoption at age 8. After about three months, she was adopted by a baseball player, along with another fat kid. She never saw her parents again, sadly.

Life at her new home wasn't so great, since the kid she was stuck with all day every day was fat, and annoying as hell, but still lovable in a way. His nickname was 'dork' and her nickname was 'brat', and everything went well half of the time. After one more year, their father rarely showed up and the mom got a divorce. Sometimes they'd sneak away from school to watch their dad play baseball when he did, blending in with a group of kids and those sort of things. Her second favorite pass-time was working, because working meant cash, and cash meant food, and food meant a full stomach, and a full stomach meant a little bit of queasiness, and a lot of happiness. One time, they almost got caught by their dad, but they still managed to not get caught.

After a couple more years, their dad started getting back earlier, and got a lot more money. Now, I already explained what more cash means, and I'm sure we don't need to have that talk again. She wasn't spoiled rotten, but definitely a little stinky. She had a phone, but not a smartphone encased in diamonds. She had nice clothes, etc. etc. On her birthday, she got two whole pizzas, and some new shoes, but her brother went missing. No one knows where he is, or why he went missing, but he was gone. A couple search parties went out, and her father was very mad, and panicky about the situation, having loved both of his adopted children very much. She was definitely troubled about this as well, and even eating didn't seem to calm her, and that's where she is now. Eating, crying, and feeling bad with her new, shiny shoes.

Differences: Thinner means faster. +2 speed.

Other Info: I wouldn't imagine a slurpuff being 21, plus this one's evolution isn't decided on level, its on trade w/ item.[/hider]
[hider=Wormgod]
Name: Phoebe Jones

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Nidorina

Appearance: Phoebe looks similar to the textbook image of a Nidorina. A light blue, partially bipedal quadruped creature with barbs, claws, and a stubby tail. Phoebe likens herself to a stocky Iguanodon with big, rabbit-like ears.

Level: 9

Moves: Growl - Scratch - Toxic - Double Kick

Ability: Poison Point

Biography: Phoebe was born to a homeless couple living in San Diego, California. A week after she was born, her parents moved in with her paternal grandmother, who was kind enough to offer shelter to her son and his girlfriend, now that there was a child involved. (Before, she didn't even consider it. The nerve of her son, running off at 18 and ending up in the streets with some random hussy! No good Catholic has premarital sex, and keeps an un-baptized baby! If grandpa was still alive...) Phoebe spent her first years living there, surrounded by traditional Catholic Italians. There were no children her age in this ghetto (ethnic community) just adults. As such, she developed "only child syndrome", matured just a little beyond her age. At four, her parents gained good, stable jobs and moved into Section 8 housing downtown. She missed the adult company, but they were quickly replaced by the neighborhood kids. Phoebe quickly joined the group of twenty-odd children, aged from 3 to 13, who ruled the neighborhood and defended it from other bands of kids in mock battles. It was great fun.

Phoebe did well in school. She loves learning; especially science and history. Of course, there were bullies, but she managed to deal as much damage as she took, sending both the bully and her to detention. Phoebe showed her detention slip as a flag of honor. She was proud to go down fighting, even if she didn't win. She's proud, stubborn, and close-minded. People with differing views are seen the close minded ones, not her. After that fight, the bullies backed down and took to glaring at her in the hallways. Phoebe ignores their passive-aggression. She gathered a group of like-minded friends who also believe their views are superior in every way. They hang out at the school library and after-school Gay-Straight Alliance meetings, discussing their plans to become President of the World or some crazy shit like that. (If only...)

Phoebe graduated from high school just this year, and is pursuing a degree in Biology at the local college. She plans to narrow her major later on. Probably zoology, or evolutionary biology. Phoebe loves learning the history of the earth and of the life that formed here. Phoebe has a hard time accepting other points of view, especially on the subject of life. Aliens? She'll think you mad. Religion? She'll laugh in your face. It's so blatantly obvious that gods don't exist! You silly plebeian, you! Her mother, an agnostic with strong reincarnation beliefs, finds this slightly blasphemous. Her atheist dad is proud. Her grandmother still believes she's Catholic.

Phoebe still lives with her parents in the same Section 8 apartment as before. She goes to school full time, and works part time as a barista at [insert fake Starbucks name here.]

Differences: Phoebe, weirdly enough, has a small horn on the center of her forehead. The horn is presumed to be left over from her Nidoran stage. Her darker blue patches are small, as well.

Other Info: Her ability is Poison Point. We're doing abilities, right?

Edited some more. I didn't add a paragraph...I kinda just lengthened the current ones, filled in details, explained some things, etc.[/hider]
[hider=Savato]
Name: Freddy Girault

Age: 29

Gender: Male

Species: Cinccino

Type: Normal

Appearance: When it comes to size Freddy is like any normal Cinccino, slightly larger than any chinchilla in the nature, however the difference he has from the traditional Chinchilla Pokemon would be its fur. Though grey, it is twice as massive in a whole, making him appear much large than he is. The fur itself is actually lighter than the usual, straight type, thus allowing more fluid movements in tight spots but also making it harder to move in open air due to his weight being easily beaten by powerful air currents. The other trait many could take note of is the fur on his tails and the strands on its head and neck as they are of a light brown instead of white as snow.

Level: 15

Ability: Skill Link

Moves: -Pound
-Baby-doll eyes
-Encore
-Tail Slap

Biography: Born in France, down at the city of Montpellier in a family of already one older boy, Freddy always considered himself lucky of having a family that was implicated in his life. Everything was great, even though an annoying younger sister came along making him the not-so-pleasing middle child. But at the age of 8 years old, his father had trouble with his job and eventually had to have his family move over in a nearby city, Marseille. Said to be a beautiful city known worldwide for its scenery and old customs regarding its port. But in France it was mostly known for harboring many immigrants and thus being a huge nest of social tensions and young delinquents. When turning 10, he was introduced to the little kids of the neighborhood. It didn't take long for him to root himself in a group he sympathized with the most. Though harmless at first glance, like many kids on the streets in such a city, trouble making was inevitable.

It started with pranks, and then when nearing strong teenage crisis, the boys of the group always wanted to appear interesting and the best, pushing them to perform stupid acts that could have disconcerting consequences. It started with intimating other people of their same age group on the streets and getting in pointless fists fights. Later it turned into mugging adults for a bit of money, though they kept some conduct by not attacking women and younger kids. Freddy had detached himself from education and the school system in general and focused more on his friends, along with their antics, and his family (mostly his siblings). Freddy had become a typical little shit in the street causing a mess when he and his friends were bored or got drunk. But his parents were thankful he was just sticking to benign things.

Everything fell over when a certain friend of his told him how he could get an easy buck for a simple task. And thus started his drug dealing adventures in the world of vice and gangs within Marseille. Luckily for him this only lasted for a year until his family once again moved, this time to Paris. This combined with a following traumatizing event had sealed the deal (although only temporarily). His muslim friend, Hakim, who was one of the first in his childhood group had died near the end of the Algerian civil war in 2001. He was born in Algeria and felt responsible in the rising of his people, hoping he could help his people, he died there. Freddy was nearing adulthood and such a choc coupled with a change of air knocked some sense into him. He promised to his mom he would study to become an engineer, despite his rough school years being filled with disappointing grades. Nonetheless the free education in France and his ability to convince allowed him to join a satisfying school where he studied until he got a master's degree four years later. He was an engineer and could work normally and win a good life.

But something was lacking. He felt underpaid despite his good job. It was only then that he realized how dumped he was by this society that he dropped everything. He had seen one of his good for nothing friends from his childhood, riding a sports car and an attractive woman with him. He wasn't intelligent nor interesting, yet he looked rich. An idiot like that could be so damn rich at such a young age. He worked his ass off every day to get things done and illegal assholes made thousands a day and unemployed parasites took advantage of the socialist-like system in France to get a huge amount of money every month for doing NOTHING. It infuriated Freddy, he would had a certain level of knowledge and intelligence would not use it to be great like that. Using the vast array of connections in the engineer department, he managed to link himself to shady individuals handling import/export systems. It was easy for him to use a little charisma and get a small job to start with. Such a shitty job got him more money than he did as an engineer and he rose up in ranks faster than he ever did with a good and honest job. Such a system made him completely cynical and opportunist, having risen at such a level that he was brought to the situation of killing a man more than once. Having only killed at the state of an adult allowed him to never really used to it, however. He is glad he feels remorse for his actions as he firmly believes he isn't a sociopath.

He is currently in America simply due to his position in the ranks of the diverse systems of Mafia running through francophone countries and organizations. He was also sent there due to his high level in the english language, which he gained thanks to his devotion to his education. At the time of the current events, he would most likely be handling a deal which would lead him to the events in the RP.

Differences: He is able to manipulate both his tail and both fur strands on his head to hold certain objects, more notably guns due to his experience with them. They can be considered as extra members, or very capable appendages.

Other Info: He has a very powerful bullshit detector due to his lack of ability to trust people, all this thanks to his lifestyle. His charisma also allow him to often have the upper hand in arguments and basic interactions in general. His Cinccino form coupled with his short temper would make him appear like some stereotypical Napoleon representation. He speaks fluent French (I do as well, so I'll be referencing the language accurately).[/hider]
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Name: Jade Derrick

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Species: Mienshao/Pangoro Hybrid

Appearance: Jade’s body shape is exactly the same as that of a regular Mienshao. The only difference is the colour of her fur. Instead of the usual purple fur, she has the same black and white fur colour that her father has. She wears a pink bandana to cover up a large scar on her head.

Level: 13

Moves:
-Pound
-Vital Throw
-Detect
-Fake Out

Biography: Jade lived with her parents in Malwayne Coast while she was growing up. Her mother was really the only one who was there for her, though. Her father was drunk most of the time, and she didn’t have any siblings. Despite this, she managed to do well in school, and had plenty of friends.
When she was younger, her parents didn’t fight a lot, but as time went on things changed. By the time Jade had turned 12, it had gotten to the point where they couldn’t even be in the same room together without arguing about something. They seemed to hate each other, and she was surprised they hadn’t split up yet.
It was around this time that Jade started to take martial arts classes. It was a form of stress relief for her. It also allowed her to be away from the house, which was normally filled with the sounds of her arguing parents and the smell of booze. It was nice to get away from that once in a while.
When Jade was 16, something happened that finally made her mother snap. One night, her father started to get particularly violent. At first, Jade just ignored the noises coming from the other room. Once she heard the sound of breaking glass, though, she went to see what was going on.
Her father was holding a broken bottle to her mother’s throat. She immediately tried to push her father away, and for a moment he seemed to calm down. A split second later, he decided to hit Jade over the head with the bottle, catching her completely off guard.
She was in the hospital for a while. Thankfully, there was no permanent damage other than a large scar on her head. She was pretty self-conscious about it, and from that point forward did everything she could to hide it.
After getting out of the hospital, she found out that her mother finally left her father after that incident. She continues to live in her mother’s apartment to this day.

Differences: The only things that set her apart from other Mienshao are her fur colour and the move Vital Throw, both of which she inherited from her father.

Other Info: Nothing to put here.[/hider]