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[color=#e1ca6d][i]"Hmm, what's this now? Why the long face? You aren't a Ponyta, you know!"[/i][/color][/center]
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[color=#e1ca6d][b]Name:[/b][/color] Ezekiel Miyamoto

[color=#e1ca6d][b]Nicknames:[/b][/color] Ez, Kiel

[color=#e1ca6d][b]Age[/b][/color]: 22

[color=#e1ca6d][b]Gender:[/b][/color] Male

[color=#e1ca6d][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] Few can pin Kiel as a Johto native, and the reasons why are apparent. He inherited a lot from his mother; her Kalosian facial features, the lime hue of her eyes, and her signature blonde hair. As such, until he opens his mouth and speaks fluent Johtonese with no trace of a Kalosian accent, many tend to assume he's a tourist. Once or twice, he's even been mistaken for a famous actor from Lumiose City. Most likely due to the way he carries himself; as if he was important, an actor on a stage, and the whole world was watching.

Perhaps in part for that very reason, Kiel likes to look good. He keeps himself well-groomed at all times and dons designer clothing whenever possible, along with matching jewelry, of course. Rings, earrings, necklaces; on a day when he feels particularly fancy, you can find him wearing it all. He always has sunglasses on his person, even if you can't seem them. They're there, [i]somewhere[/i], and he can whip them out at a moment's notice if the situation calls for it. The same can be said for his portable comb, made of the tusk of a Copperajah - a fact he stopped advertising once owning items made with it became illegal.

When it comes to height, Kiel has a surprising amount of it, standing at an above average 6'3''. He has long legs, which make him come across even taller - [i]lanky[/i], some say. It does make his confident stride that much more eye-catching though, for better or for worse. And while he hasn't done enough physical labour or weight lifting to earn a muscled physique, he does have strong legs - almost as if he's accustomed to running. 

[color=#e1ca6d][b]Personality:[/b][/color] Kiel is one of those people who split the opinions of all that bear them witness. Some admire his carefree vigor and endless positivity, others find his shameless flirting and devil-may-care approach towards adversity obnoxious at best, offensive at worst. He's unapologetic and brazen, never hesitating to speak his mind - or [i]others'[/i] mind, if he finds them having trouble voicing their thoughts. He loves to talk and he loves to [i]joke[/i], even when it would be best not to. Those in the know call it a coping mechanism; others might mistake it for lack of empathy. Kiel lacks many things in truth, but empathy is not among them.

The ones that do find themselves liking Kiel call him friendly - those that do not, superficial. He's both. Exchange a few pleasantries with him, and he's ready to treat you like his best friend. Favours and friendly gestures will be showered upon you in abundance, and if you do not explicitly forbid it, so will physical displays of affection. Come what may, he'll be there to pick you up, both in the figurative sense and literal. He's difficult to make enemies with too, as insults and dismissals don't seem to deter him - and he's yet to be seen lose his cool.

However, if you ever try to have a conversation [i]beyond [/i]pleasantries and banter, you'll quickly find that Kiel is not quite as open as you thought. When it comes to genuine feelings and problems, he doesn't ask and he doesn't answer. You can keep your demons, and he will keep his. Those are the terms of his friendship. Infringe upon them severely enough, and he is as quick to drop your friendship as he was to announce it. It's better that way - you wouldn't like what you find behind the smiles, anyway.

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[color=#e1ca6d][b]Short Biography:[/b][/color] Considering Kiel was born to a family with close ties to Johto's largest and most notorious criminal organization, his childhood was relatively normal. He spent the first five years of his life in Goldenrod, none the wiser of what his father did for work. All he knew was that he was loved and cared for, and whatever he wanted, he tended to get; be it a brand new toy or a favoured food. What little Kiel remembers of those years, he remembers fondly.

A little after he turned five, Kiel's family moved to New Bark Town at the request of his mother. She was originally from a small town in Kalos, and never did manage to grow accustomed to the bustle of Goldenrod. Her health had been deteriorating as of late, and she hoped clearer air and less stress might aid in her recovery. Worried for his wife and wanting to accommodate her, Kiel's father agreed to relocate - but had to travel to Goldenrod for business quite frequently. At times, he was gone for weeks on end.

Even so, for the next eight years Kiel lived an even more peaceful life than during the five prior. Kiel made friends with the local kids, had his first crush, got his first Pokémon - a rowdy little Meowth - and eventually, even became a big brother. Even his mother's health had taken a turn for the better. Whether it was really the fresh New Bark air that did the trick, no one knew.

If only things had stayed the way they were, perhaps Kiel would have grown up to be an entirely different man.

Alas.

At thirteen, Kiel's father took him along to Goldenrod. He had visited it many a time with his parents, mostly for shopping trips or seeing old friends of the family. But this time was different. This time, Kiel's father had something to show him. For the first time in his life, he was introduced to his father's business - and told that one day, he too would take part in it. He was spared the details of what the organization did, but the men and women he met that day were not the friendly sort, even if they did their best to smile at him. Kiel knew as much with a glance.

He was supposed to spend no longer than a week in Goldenrod, but while there, his mother's condition worsened - and eventually claimed her. So, what remained of the family moved away from New Bark Town, and that week became nearly a decade.

To this day, Kiel doesn't talk about his time in Goldenrod.

Some of the people that know him say they saw him during that time; just passing glimpses of a boy glad in the finest of clothes, accompanied by a redheaded boy his age with an unnerving smile. Some saw him accompanied by people far more sinister yet, with dark clothes and darker yet gazes. And yet, Kiel was rarely caught without a smile on his face. He was the happiest of all when accompanied by a little boy that looked much like him - his [i]brother[/i], some knew. The two were very close. Inseparable. Never one without the other.

When Kiel returned to New Bark Town some months ago, he did so alone.

Someone even claimed they saw him without a smile, once - but that must've been just hearsay.

[color=#e1ca6d][b]Pokemon:[/b][/color] 

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[b]Ragnar Tanglebeard[/b]
Meowth (Galar) | M | Tough Claws[/center]
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An absolute rascal, Ragnar is always looking for trouble. He thrives on attention, be it positive or negative, and pulls no punches in his attempts to acquire it. If he isn't trying to pick fights with other Pokémon, he's picking the pockets of unsuspecting humans or leaving his mark on public property. He has clawed his way through most of Kiel's furniture at this point, and has an unhealthy obsession with plushies. If he sees one, he must destroy it. No exceptions. The only way to truly calm him down is to pick him up and shower him with food, scritches, or both.

Like his name implies, he has an unusually long beard even for a Galarian Meowth. Ragnar refuses to let Kiel cut it, so he braids it to keep the cat from tripping all over it instead. His fur is messy, and there's a piece missing from his right ear.
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[b]Hiro[/b]
Phantump | M | Natural Cure[/center]
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Hiro is... there are many things Kiel would like to say to and about Hiro, yet he never finds the words. Hiro is a shy but curious little Phantump, new to this world and everything in it. His curiosity tends to make him wander and float around things that interest him, be they people, Pokémon, or inanimate objects. Bright ligths scare him however, and he tends to avoid the sun. During daytime, he can often be found in Kiel's bag. He would not mind being recalled into a Pokéball either, but Kiel adamantly refuses to put him there. Hiro has also yet to be used in a battle.

The stump that functions as Hiro's body has two dates engraved onto it. 
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[color=#e1ca6d][b]Reason for Traveling with Main Group:[/b][/color] Kiel's reasons to travel are aplenty, though he doesn't readily share most of them. If asked, he'd cite boredom; New Bark Town is small and quiet, totally unlike the metropolis he spent his teenage years in, and he feels it's suffocating. What better way to fix that than a little adventure? He's [i]definitely[/i] not running away from past deeds or "friends" of ill repute, nah, of course not.

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[color=#e1ca6d][b]Relationships:[/b][/color] 

[indent]Diana Miyamoto nee Clarity | [sub][sup]Mother[/sup][/sub]
Toushiro Miyamoto | [sub][sup]Father[/sup][/sub]
Tomohiro Miyamoto | [sub][sup]Little Brother [deceased][/sup][/sub]
Dimitri Eliades | [sub][sup]"Brother"[/sup][/sub][/indent]
[color=#e1ca6d][b]Other:[/b][/color]

[indent]Kiel is left-handed, but can use his right one almost as well.
Is deadly afraid of certain ghost Pokémon, though he tries to hide it.
His dialogue colour is [color=#e1ca6d]#e1ca6d[/color].
Prefers cats over dogs.[/indent]
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