[hider=Kittyan][hr][center][h1][color=8C86B6]Kittyan Slough[/color][/h1][hr][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/a940c8d7-41a3-4799-9c33-1a2dada767f6.jpg[/img][hr][color=8C86B6][h3]Male |  Kit  |  16[/h3][/color][/center]
[u][b][color=8C86B6]     Appearance:          [/color][/b][/u]
[indent]Kittyan appears to be mostly unremarkable on a physical level. He stands at a regular 5'10" and possesses an equally-regular, slim-ish build. His most notable feature outright is a section of snow-white hair that contrasts the rest of his medium-length, presentably-cut black hair. One will usually see Kit wearing darker colors in his wardrobe which, along with his hair, also contrast with his noticeably fair skin. He is never seen without the dark-lavender scarf usually draped around his neck.
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[u][b][color=8C86B6]     Background:          [/color][/b][/u]
[indent]Kittyan was born in the evergreen Veridian City to a loving father. His father - Charles - worked as a Pokemon researcher, specializing in Dragon-type Pokemon, and his mother was once a Pokemon Ranger, who sadly passed when Kit was born. Her passing caused Charles to develop a doting nature - or at least he got much closer to it with Kit than he did with Kit's older-brother-by-eight-years, Halyon. Halyon was allowed to embrace his free, adventurous spirit as a child, and as he grew. Kit was not.

Even from his youngest years, Kit was kept cooped-up in various libraries and labratories as his father labored away at his research, sure to never let the lad stray too far from his sight. This left Kit with little more to do than.. well, reserach things himself. Much to his father's enjoyment, books became a big part of Kit's life. 
It wasn't [i]entirely[/i] out of necessity-for-activity that Kit read, though. He soon came to find that he quite enjoyed learning. He was good at it. He absorbed piles upon piles of books - much to Charles' elation. He would often find himself surprised at the offhand comments Kit made that showed [i]just how much[/i] he learned from his environment. Which, honestly, shouldn't have been that surprising, considering the seemingly boundless wealth of knowledge allotted to him through his father's work.

But, in the end.. books were just that. Paper and ink. He could absorb words all day and night. But it wasn't.. [i]enough[/i] for him. How could it be, with the whole world out there for him to explore? It's what his mother sought to see, so why shouldn't it be the same for him?

In the months following his demand for more freedom, the relationship with his father grew strained. The older man would often brush off his son's questions by zoning in on his work - which served only to push Kit further towards the outside world. Eventually, it was enough.

Kit declared his intent to leave, much to the shock of his father. But there was no changing Kit's mind. He was leaving to see the world that his mother had loved so much. It was with great effort and urging that Charles managed to get Kit to wait for an upcoming visit that Halyon, who was on his own Pokemon journey, had scheduled.

It was at the tail-end of said visit that Kit bid a heartfelt farewell to his brother, his father, and the only life he'd ever really known. But during that fairwell he received a gift that his loved ones could only hope would keep him safe in the unpredictable wilds of Kanto. From his brother and father he recieved a pair of Jangmo-o - who were now old enough to depart from their family and start their own journey, just like him.

With this gift, and an unquenchable thirst for adventure, he set out on his own path. It's been but a few months since he began, and alongside him stands his faithful companions. And they're on their way to Mt. Moon.
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[u][b][color=8C86B6]     Personality:          [/color][/b][/u]
[indent]The mostly-dark tones of Kittyan's immediate appearance do little to make him feel approachable, in combination with the stoic expression that usually graces his face. His features are not particularly soft or rigid, which can make it difficult to tell his emotions through his face, as any changes that get through would likely be subtle.

However, Kit isn't exactly a hardcase. While he has a mostly methodical and logical mindset, he only holds emotions at an arm's length because he is [i]not accustomed[/i] to addressing the subject with people his age. This unfamiliarity extends to other interactions as well, as the nature of his childhood saw him left with few friends.

When it comes to his outlook on places and people around him, there's mixed emotions. While he's an incredibly adventurous soul and skips no opportunity to learn more about things, he also often feels awkward around others. The only intimate relationships he has experienced have been with family - his father and brother. As such, he can sometimes find himself flustered when faced with a social situation he doesn't know how to handle.
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[h1][color=A24B53]Shyvr[/color][/h1][color=A24B53]_________________________[/color]
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[indent][color=c1cdcd][color=A24B53]Name[/color]
[indent]Shyvr Kanna[/indent]
[color=A24B53]Age[/color]
[indent]18[/indent]
[color=A24B53]Pronouns[/color]
[indent]He/Him[/indent]
[color=A24B53]Appearance[/color]
[indent]Shyvr stands 5'6" in height and weighs about 140lbs, making him rather petite for a guy his age. This, coupled with his girlish shape and collar-length, cherry-red hair make it easy for him to be confused as a girl. And it surely doesn't help that he often wears clothes that are more feminine - though in truth, he just likes things that are cute, and pays little mind to what he looks like to others. This more often than not leads him to be mostly clueless to things like his hair being unkempt or his outfit being overly eye-catching. Aside from his physical assets, Shyvr usually carries himself lightly, with a hint of air-headedness.[sup][url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/cb322407-9ab8-4be7-a8f7-c35951ffaa31.jpg][color=c1cdcd]Ref [sup]2[/sup][/color][/url][/sup][/indent]

[color=A24B53]Personality[/color]
[indent]Despite Shyvr's smallish stature, he is more than capable of expressing a big personality. He is a very adventurous individual, exceptionally hard-headed, often air-headed, and an overall easygoing person. Despite his colorful identity, he is actually an ambivert, and has his moments of being more cool or serious - it really depends on the situation at hand.
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[i]"Honestly - get out of my goddamn face. Ain't got nothin' to say to you."[/i]
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[sub][color=762823][b]Zeltzin Sandoval[/b][/color]
[color=762823]She/Her[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=762823]27[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=762823]Hispanic (Mexican)[/color]   [b]|[/b]   [color=762823]5'8" (69.6in)[/color]  [b]|[/b]   [color=762823]142lbs[/color]      
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[color=762823]Stubborn[/color]
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[color=762823]Skills & Talents[/color][/sub]
[i]"You learn some things, growin' up like I did."[/i]
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[b][color=762823][Persuasive]  ⫻[/color][/b] Even after her accident, Zeltzin is a very.. [i]persuasive[/i] person. She can usually manage to get her way, whether it be through deception, intimidation, or just raw [i]muscle[/i].
[b][color=762823][Coordinated]  ⫻[/color][/b] Zeltzin is [i]very[/i] coordinated, both physically and mentally. She is fast and accurate with her movements, especially when it comes to handling tools, gear, vehicles, etc. and is a strong and fast thinker, giving her an edge in high-speed situations. Of course, her leg limits her somewhat.
[b][color=762823][Adrenaline-fiend]  ⫻[/color][/b] Zeltzin is.. well, she has a history of pushing herself past her limits. She always knows when to stop - but doesn't always care. She can push [i]much[/i] further than others once she's hopped up on the high of the moment - or if she just [i]doesn't care[/i] anymore. This obviously has some less-than-ideal long-term effects, but don't tell [i]her[/i] that.
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[/cell][cell][sub][b] [color=762823]Appearance[/color][/b][/sub]
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[i]"..nah, it doesn't fuckin' hurt at all."[/i]

[indent]If one were to try and describe Zeltzin's appearance in one term, "simplistically beautiful" wouldn't be far from the truth. While nothing about her particularly stands out from the norm, with her features combined she is admittedly quite attractive - even if her personality doesn't [i]exactly[/i] match.

Zeltzin possesses a narrowly-heart-shaped face that, while naturally expressive, is usually relegated to some form of surly countenance. Said face is framed loosely by chest-length, thick brown hair that contrasts somewhat with her lighter, yet smoothly-tanned, skin. The darker composition of her features continues finally with her eyes, which are a simple, dark brown - which, next to her thickish, expressive brows, appear somehow piercing, despite their relative lack of animation.

Her Hispanic genes don't just stop at her face, of course. Apart from being a bit taller than average at 5'8", Zeltzin is still a relatively petite figure, aside from the curvaceousness of her lower half. This "daintiness", however, is far from who she really is. Closer inspection reveals her to have a particularly toned physique, with definite focus on her biceps and abdominals.

One would rarely be able to notice such features withal, due to the unrevealing nature of her wardrobe. Leather jackets, long-sleeved Ts, jeans, pants, jean jackets, boots, and things of the like are common for her. She cares little for others opinions on her apparel, and wears what she wears usually to suit a certain function, or to fit her own tastes.

All-in-all, Zeltzin is devoid of any truly glaring features, except one -- a noticeable limp which is often accompanied by abated grimaces - something that oddly polarizes her status as an otherwise healthy young woman.
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[/cell][/row][/table][sub][b] [color=762823]Psychology[/color][/b][/sub]
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[i]"What's it even matter?? Qué maldito fastidio.."[/i]

[INDENT][b][color=762823]MAIN GOAL  ⫻[/color][/b] Zeltzin doesn't really.. have a main goal in life, really. For most of it she just.. goes with what she's been given. She makes a living where she can and never really thinks [i]too[/i] far past that point. But, if she had to think about it.. she really wouldn't have it another way - living life one foot in front of the other is probably what suits her best.

[b][color=762823]PHILOSOPHY  ⫻[/color][/b] What happens, happens. There's not much point in dwelling over things that have ailed you. Shrugging it off, shoving past it, or just ignoring your problems may not be the "healthiest" or whatever, but it works, for the mostpart.

[b][color=762823]SECRETS  ⫻[/color][/b] Zeltzin has semi-recently developed a dependency for pain medication.

[b][color=762823]SEXUALITY  ⫻[/color][/b] Bisexual

[b][color=762823]FEARS  ⫻[/color][/b] Zeltzin's greatest fear is being left alone to cope with her pain.

[b][color=762823]WHO IS ELEANOR BLACK TO YOU?  ⫻[/color][/b] Eleanor and Zeltzin had a deeply loving romantic relationship before Ms. Black's sudden disappearance. Before then, Eleanor was the only shoulder that Zeltzin could lean on after a brutal motorcycle accident left her leg ravaged. Eleanor was the only thing that drove her to get back in the saddle again, and for that, among other things, Zeltzin is forever indebted to her. After Eleanor's disappearance, though, Zeltzin has grown more and more bad-tempered and testy.

[b][color=762823]FLAWS  ⫻[/color][/b] Zeltzin not only has a pretty short fuse and an unapproachable disposition, but is also a rather poor cooperator. She has her own reasons to look for Eleanor, and couldn't give less fucks about anybody else's. Additionally, she has a nasty addiction to painkillers, due to a piece of shrapnel imbedded in her leg having caused nerve-damage.
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[sub][b] [color=762823]Backstory[/color][/b][/sub]
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[i]"It's nothin' special."[/i]

[indent]Zeltzin's upbringing was nothing if not a bit.. rough. It could've been worse - but it could've been [i]much[/i] better - at least in some folk's eyes.

Being raised in a not-so-well-off area of town by a struggling single mother, she did not enjoy as many luxuries as others did, nor did she get to experience much of any sort of family dynamic. Her mother was always working to support them, leaving Zeltzin to her own devices. Growing up, she had decent grades and less-than-decent friends, with little desire to really change anything about her circumstances. She was just "content", if you could call it that. Ganging up with the "wrong" crowds didn't seem too bad to her - what wasn't there to like about booze, cash, and freedom from the expectations of bosses or whatever?

In fact, Zeltzin enjoyed the freedom of such a lifestyle so much that she had begun making moves towards becoming a career criminal, of sorts. She was making connections - connections that valued her ability to swindle, muscle, or otherwise acquire certain goods from certain crowds.

At least, that was true until she faced a brutal motorcycle accident that sent her directly into emergency care.

It took months upon months for her to recover. Considering the depth and severity of her injuries, which mostly encompassed her right leg, right arm, and torso, Zeltzin's doctors had a tough run of returning her to her former functionality. For the most part, she recuperated very well. However, the depth of damage to her right leg was quite severe - a few pieces of shrapnel having caused nerve-damage - and some of said shrapnel being inoperable due to its precarious location.

This left Zeltzin utterly defeated. She was physically broken and, though she wouldn't admit it, terrified of even thinking about riding again. And she would have been financially fucked, too, if she didn't have the connections she did to cover the sizable medical fees.

But.. fate did not have only destruction in mind for her.

Due to the long-term nature of her wound and the atrophy her leg went through as she healed, if Zeltzin wanted to ever walk or run again, physical therapy was a necessity. And that was how, through the contrite hand of fate, she met the love of her life - Eleanor Black.

Eleanor Black was her physical therapist, and eventually, a reason to carry on for Zeltzin. While it was rocky at first, they eventually began to fall for each other, and grew to be more than just therapist-patient.

Over a year later, the two moved in together. And Eleanor somehow got Zeltzin to get back in the saddle of a motorbike again. After a few years, Zeltzin had moved on to more clean enterprises - eventually earning a living through racing semi-professionally instead of the suspicious tracks she had been into before. Life was turning up for her.

And then.. Eleanor vanished.

Without a trace, the love of her life was gone. Zeltzin was worried. Confused. Angry. Eleanor never returned, and Zeltzin was heartbroken. Life had taken everything from her [i]again[/i]. And this time there was nobody there to help her get through it.

After Eleanor's disappearance, Zeltzin's demeanor soured considerably. Her chill, carefree, adventurous bearing rotted away into something more.. cross with the world. Now, people only describe her as "surly", "crabby", or "asshole".

But, she still holds.. [i]something[/i] close to her heart. As evident by her discovery of an online medium through which there were a bunch of strangers trying to find [i]her[/i] Eleanor. If she weren't looking for it, she never could've found such a thing.

So, it seemed there was only one option.. she was going to Quintin, Louisiana. She wasn't going to let a bunch of strangers go on a manhunt for Eleanor without her. And.. part of her thought that maybe, [i]just maybe[/i], they could find something. Anything.

And not once did it cross her mind that she might not know Eleanor was well as she thought.
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[sub][b] [color=762823]Paranormal-Abilities[/color][/b][/sub]
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[i]"Bullshit."[/i]

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[i]".."[/i]

[indent]Technically, Zeltzin has been suggested a cane, but [i]refuses[/i] to use it. She does carry it on her bike, though.[/INDENT]
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