Name: Forrest "Woods" Willows
Gender: Male
Age: 25

Appearance: Adverage height, about 5ft 10in, slightly overweight, about 200lbs, and broad shouldered with a barrel chest. Deep chestnut hair cut short and usually messy. A short wiry beard with a copper tone and a tint of auburn covers a square jaw. Set behind a thick brow is bright blue eyes. He has his mother's thin nose and his father's full lips. Surprisingly fit save for the spare tire around his middle, but non the less handsome. Both ears are pierced with small gauged plugs. A few tattoos cover his sunkissed skin. A Charizard across his chest, a Gyarados wraps around his left arm, and a Bellosom on his inner right forearm. Usually wears outdoorsy functunal garb like plain teeshirts, cargo pants, and hiking boots.

Personality: Rough and tough take no bullshit attitude, but underneath his coarse exterior is a real sweetheart. He still don't take no shit though. A rough past conditioned him to put on this mask to cover up his true self. When met with new people and new challenges he tends to revert back until he trusts again. When that happens he is a whole other man. Calm, cool, and collected. For the most part. Still has a bit of a temper and tends to wear it on his sleeves. Some things you just can't shake free of. One thing you'll learn real quick though is he is protective, overbearing, and cautious. Borderline paranoid really. In this day and age who wouldn't be?

Background: A street punk for most of his life Forrest thought himself a Rebel until one day he saw a skermish between a local Rebel cell and a Regime raiding party. Seeing the heroics of the true Rebels made him see how silly his feeble attempts at "resisting" was. Vandalism and petty theft was nothing compared to what he had seen. So the next day he asked around and found the true Rebellion and joined the ranks. Surprisingly he was recruited and assigned to a pokemon rescue force. They would go out and track Regime sanctioned poaching and rescue the pokemon from capture and/or death. 

Pokemon: A Female Makuhita named Mika.

Pokemon Background: Mika was a rescue while on assignment in the Appalations of Tennesee. Forrest's group had heard rumor of the Regime being on the lookout for a Tyranitar Nest. The group tracked down the Regime agents and destroyed all their equipment and chased them off. In the aftermath they found cages of some pokemon they had recently captured. One of them was a severely injured Makuhita. She was weak and on death's door, but Forrest could tell she was a fighter and took her under his personal care. Two and a half weeks of sleepless nights later he had name her Mika and they have been inseperable since. Still yet to find her a Pokeball to make it official, but there is still hope.