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Name: Kevin D’Rockitto

Species: Victini
Victini is the result of a last-ditch genetic experiment by the greatest legendary and human minds during the final months of the Great Exarch War. Designed to provide the power and guidance for a worldship single-handedly, Victini was blessed with boundless energy provided by a highly-efficient self-sustaining generator which is the closest “natural” thing to a fision reactor that could be imagined, helped along by a little bit of what the less-technically-minded wouldn’t mind calling “magic”.

Gender: Ungendered (originally male)
Age: 18

Mental Illness:

From the file compiled before Kevin was transferred:
PTSD: Almost all of Kevin’s other issues stem from the trauma he experienced during the Great Exarch War. His triggers are multiple and result in unreasonably-powerful responses. Due to the intensity of these outbursts and the numerous quality of his triggers, he’s been deemed dangerous to himself and to others. Known triggers include:
Being stared at for too long
Multiple people saying the same thing at the same time, be this chanting or singing or entirely coincidental
Whispering in his ears
Using the pronoun “we” to refer to a single entity (please keep him away from self-aware multiple-person systems)

Sleep disorders: Kevin suffers from night terrors, rapid eye movement sleep behavior disorder, and sleep paralysis. He is at his most dangerous and least predictable while asleep or falling asleep; induction of sleep in a controlled environment is recommended.

Depersonalization disorder: Likely due to the relatively-recent transference of Kevin’s consciousness to the Victini chassis from his previous human body, Kevin is often struck with depression and has reported several instances of out-of-body experiences on a nearly-daily basis. The lengendaries figure that he’ll get over it eventually, but decided to report it anyway.

Drug abuse: Due to his fear of sleeping, Kevin has taken to preemptive use of Awakening to prevent himself from losing consciousness. As he goes longer and longer without sleep, he must take it more often, and blood tests show high levels of blood toxicity due to this. It is also possible that his fight to stave off sleep is the cause of his sleep paralysis, though there is no evidence to suggest that were he to stop using it his night terrors would leave him.

At the bottom have been added:
Antisocial personality disorder: Has a remarkable disregard for personal space, often invading others’ quarters. Patient has tendency to take any unlocked door as an invitation to enter. Suggestions that this is not okay behavior have not yet resulted in a deviation for the better. Patient interrupts constantly.

Kleptomania? Compulsive Hoarding? An assortment of objects, including a few reported stolen, have been found, repeatedly (even after giving them back) in a neat pile in Kevin’s room. Includes any writing utensils given to it, and anything that is not glued down. Keep away from those who require specific objects for stability: remember to note on the whiteboard to check for stolen items in its room.

Appearance:

Kevin is an odd-looking creature. The first way that you would describe him would be as a rabbit or bunny, but most rabbits don’t have wings instead of a tail, or odd red markings up their ears and on their extremities to contrast the rest of their pure-white fur, or very large fangs protruding down to about the level of their chin. Kevin does.

He’s not much larger than a large rabbit: about one foot tall when standing bipedal, extended about half a foot if you take his ears into account at full height. His wings span about one foot as well, certainly not long enough to actually be of any use, even given that the creature is much lighter than one might imagine just from glancing at him.

When in flight, Kevin supplements this appearance with wing extensions and an odd sort of tail made of controlled fire. He’s explained that this is purely cosmetic, as he achieves flight through psychic locomotion, but doesn’t like to “look like (he’s) being dragged about by the seat of (his) hypothetical pants”.



Personality:

Kevin isn’t in Osmund’s because of anything that he did wrong. Coincidence just conspired against him, and now he’s a broken tool with too much power. So he’s not what you might expect of a typical patient in an insane asylum for berserk supers: he doesn’t have particularly-troublesome anger problems, there’s no rap sheet detailing hundreds of murders, and he’s all-around pretty normal! Well, as normal as someone with so many disorders can be…

Kevin’s one of those people who can’t stand to do nothing. Heck, when he was twelve he decided to go on a big adventure to defeat some make believe bad guys and become the champion of his region: and he did it! But then, instead of admitting “Well alright, that’s enough of that!” he went on to do it in four more regions! And then only stopped because the whole gym system was shut down when the infected started rampaging.

So obviously, not only does he need to keep busy, but if he does something, he’s going to do it until it’s done and done. Kevin’s not one of those people to half-bake something and call it a day, be that something a pie or be it saving the world or be it making a friend.

And when faced with the Trolley Dilemma, Kevin always insists that he’d save all six people.

Not that Kevin’s a shining example of all that’s right in the world. No, even he has his personality issues: some are described as disorders, but others are less well-defined. He takes failure too hard, and he cares a bit too much what others think of him. He’s likely to get angry if he thinks people are being stupid, and given how opinionated he is, he tends to think that a lot. At least he doesn’t normally have trouble controlling his anger and will mostly resort to spitting at you and yelling loudly.

But Kevin’s mostly a decent guy.

Sexual Orientation: Whatever the word would be for a non-gendered rabbit-like species that is attracted to female humans.

Fears:

Hypnophobia: As a sufferer of both night terrors and sleep paralysis, Kevin dreads sleep and has taken to extreme measures to avoid it.

Scopophobia: Kevin has a specific subset of this fear: he only has trouble if one stares at him in an unblinking manner for too long.

The fear of dripping: Whether it’s water or (even worse if it’s) something oil-like, Kevin can’t stand to be near something that’s dripping. A trigger for his PTSD.

Capabilities:

Per design, Kevin has an “endless” supply of energy, which he can easily (with just the touch of a hand and some application of will) transfer to others, whether they be living or specially-designed machinery. This energy accelerates healing in biological recipients as well as making them feel energized and banishing physical fatigue. It is unknown if Kevin actually has a maximum output, but if it exists, it’s unreasonably high: controlling and powering all of the systems on a worldship, including the energy weapons and shields, for days on end didn’t tap out his power, so it’s unlikely that anything will. Due to the experimental nature of the Victini design, no one knows what long-term effect this has, either, though the minds involved did shrug and say “Prolly bad” (in more scientific terms, of course) and the resident time traveler placed a hand on Kevin’s shoulder and said “Don’t overdo it.” Whatever that means.

His main form of offense seems to be the release of large sums of this energy, most-often in non-directed radial blasts, which cause an increase in the energy of the particles of those things surrounding him. While this might mean only an uncomfortable increase in temperature, it could also mean nearly-instantaneous disintegration as everything’s particles become excited to the point of becoming unglued.

Due to being a fire type and psychic type Pokemon, Kevin has access to “superhuman” powers in these fields, though nothing particularly amazing for other Pokemon of those types or even on par with the other legendaries. The red parts of Kevin’s fur can burst into flame, and he can ignite his own breath somewhat like a flamethrower. His psychic powers extend to powerful telepathy and telekinesis, strong enough to allow him to communicate and to float about and toss things at people and open door knobs.

The Victini design, borrowing from the high mental capacities of the legendaries who designed it, provides Kevin with, as he describes it “a faster processor.” He can slow down and speed up his perception of time much as one can change the clock on a PC’s processing unit, up to a ceiling and down to a floor. This has no effect on other’s perception of time and cannot allow him to undo anything from a previous time, but is helpful for those split-second moments when a lot must be processed or those dull hours when he’s sitting not sleeping while everyone else is enjoying their particular brand of nightmare.

The design also shares some other traits with the other legendaries, including extreme longevity (hypothetically, as no one is quiet sure how much expending so much energy will reduce Kevin's life span), the ability to survive in extremely-inhospitable environments (Kevin banished himself to the far reaches of outer space after his first outburst), the ability to become invisible, the ability to teleport (though this generally takes a long while to perfect, and Kevin [though he has been learning abnormally quickly, which is largely attributed to his previous experience with telepathy and with his nearly constant exposure to psychic Pokemon for a third of his life] is not to the point where he trusts his own abilities in this regard. He's measured his margin of error at an unacceptable 3-mile diameter, which is fine if you're just teleporting around outerspace, but not so fine if you're trying to target a room in a specific building, or something), and the ability to generate energy shields.

Miscellaneous:

A Masterball was sent with Kevin, and has been required a few times to stop his rampages. It places him instantly in temporary stasis which is broken only upon external release, and has allowed his caretakers to safely bring him to places where his tantrums will cause less damage (or to transport him where he does not wish to go when he’s being ornery).

None of the designs to interface with Kevin’s energy-granting ability were passed along to the Asylum. Any inquiry into maybe getting some of the tech would result in a terse “No.”

OOC Notes:

Full disclosure: many of the characters and situations described in this bio are from this story. It's fantastic, you should go check it out. You won't find Victini mentioned anywhere or anyone named Kevin (if I remember correctly), but the whole series is still worth the read.
Ah, well... this was different. Zora didn't consider herself the religious type, but something about what happened just then sent shivers down her spine and whispered "miracle" somewhere in the back of her brain. He was moving. There was an expectant, pregnant stillness as the all seemed to wait for something, none of them knowing what, and then he moved. And not just like the sort of twitch and spasming that would suggest unconscious movement; though things started that way, the expectation continued to hang, and then it was followed by a methodical loosening of limbs until it ended with him opening his eyes with a smile on his lips.

Other people were saying things, probably, but Zora was a bit busy trying to deal with the strange feelings she was experiencing. Shouldn't she have felt happy, at least for him and all of his friends? But at the same time that voice which told her that this was a miracle seemed to be telling her that this was something horrible, too. She felt like turning and running away as quickly as her crutches would take her, like holing up and never seeing this person ever again because if she did... what? It was an entirely illogical feeling, and yet it bore down on her so hard that she couldn't really say anything.

Not that she had anything to say. She didn't know this person, and now she couldn't even do her puppet show. There were other people here so she couldn't get to know him, either. No, it made sense for her to turn around and leave; she had no place here, at least not right now. That was logical, right? Then why couldn't she seem to make up her mind to do that, either? It was all very confusing, and in her confusion all she could do was stand there and keep tapping her crutches to her cast.

Well, no, she could do more than that without being a nuisance. She pulled her backpack off and slung it around in front of her, taking Herbert and Bjork off of her hands and depositing them in the main compartment. There, at least Comaboy wouldn't think she was super weird for having puppets out.
Haha "dour"? Not how I would describe a face that Zora can make, but alright ^.^
One more day! :D


Time for sleep now I suppose ^.^
"Now, see, Eeyis, that was exactly my plan. I'm glad that we're on the same page!" The goblin smiled toothily down (down, which was particularly strange for one of his height, but such were the wonders of sitting upon wagons) at his murderous friend. "Though actually I was hoping you'd just walk away instead of..."

Something interrupted them, though; a gregarious fellow who looked as if he'd just been trying to get a drink but had instead been thrown out upon being unable to pay his outstanding tab. He really seemed to have let himself go, though his decent-enough armor and clothing (which had also seen better days) spoke of adventure that he may have once been on himself. Regardless of the present state of his finances, though, he wanted to know if they were looking for adventure.

"No." No, he wasn't looking for adventure. Adventure wouldn't leave him alone, but he certainly wasn't looking for it. He had a respectable business to get back to (he idly wondered if those guards had been removed from the street yet, or if he'd have to move so that potential customers wouldn't avoid his shop due to the smell), and his idea of adventure was walking around the country making maps, anyway! And he'd already done that!

Sometimes Dssialii hated the fates. No, he hated them more often than that. Most of the time, Dssialii hated the fates. But such was the life of a poor goblin such as himself, apparently; thus was his lot in life. And here was Eeyis completely ignoring the best way to deal with this situation. Why did they have to try to fix it? Why, if he'd just continued walking away as if nothing had happened instead of trying to send this bumpkin off to tell them "Hey, that guy over there killed this fine lady's mother but would prefer if you'd just let it go," they could have gotten off scott free! Now they were going to have to deal with angry crowds and possibly some guards and...

Well, Eeyis would have to deal with them. Dssialii would just look on with that toothy smile of his and enjoy the show. Already Eeyis was showing off his heritage: Dssialii would swear that both of his parents and their parents before them must have been gypsy actors and actresses with the way that their descendant slipped so readily into showmanship mode. He didn't seem capable of downplaying something even were his life on the line! The goblin snickered as he considered that maybe the monologue would be longer this time, though he couldn't think of what self-righteous drivel Eeyis would be able to make up to tell their corpses this time. "This is what you get for trying to follow the gods' commands of justice!"... or something of that sort. It would surely be hilarious regardless, and Dssialii trusted in his friend's skill enough that he knew he'd not need to provide any assistance, anyway.
Eh, you're keeping up better than I. Started a new job this week, but now all the requisite overtime to get up to speed is over, so I should be good to keep up with stuff better.
"Ah, no, it's fine." She had, of course, been "badly" startled, but it would be rude for Rissie to insist upon that, and it certainly didn't matter. He'd apologized, too, so obviously he was trying to be nice about the whole thing.

But even with the person who'd surprised her right there, that feeling was still stuck with her. It didn't seem to be because of this individual, though; it still felt like Smile was nearby, out to get her. It felt so much like that that she wasn't even surprised to see that horrible man watching her from across the square when she glanced (rudely) around the other Zora.

Oh dear, whoever that was wasn't as bad at tailing her as she'd hoped. Whatever hope she'd had of losing him in the crowd had obviously been false: even she, now that she was cognizant of the difference, had noticed that there were no other green Zora around at all; of course she was easy to pick out of a crowd. But she still wasn't ready to go back to her grandparents, especially not with that horrible slimey-looking man. He looked like the type who was about as likely to murder her than actually give her over unharmed (a silly idea, probably, since her grandparents probably wouldn't pay for her dead body, and the man probably wanted the pay more than anything else).

Hiding in the crowd hadn't worked. He probably knew the streets better than she did, too, so trying to run and hide wouldn't work. The only way... well, he'd stayed away so far. Was he scared to come collect her when she was surrounded by people? If so... Rissie glanced up at this convenient Zora. Could she use him as a bodyguard? Yes, that would have to work, she just had to make it look natural. Maybe pretend that he was the older brother she'd never had! Yes, that was it, she could do that.

And so, when he stuck out his hand to shake, she didn't shake it, as obviously that would be a thing for strangers to do, but she grabbed it instead and started pulling on the fellow whom she'd just decided to conscript for the temporary preservation of her newfound freedom. Pulling him directly away from Smile, of course, she smiled back at him in what she hoped was a familiar and carefree manner. "Come on, brother, let's go get something to eat!" she squealed in mock excitement, loud enough that everyone could definitely hear it. Quieter, before he could object or pull away, she said "Play along, there's an evil man chasing after me!" without changing her expression.
Nevis gets to post now ^.^
Them 3-4 people, though, they're just crawling out of the woodwork!
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