Basics ::
xxxxxName: Andreas
xxxxxNickname(s): Puff, Andy
xxxxxFaction: Diamonds
xxxxxAge: 22ish
xxxxxHeight: 4'2
xxxxxBody Type: Slender.
xxxxxBlood Type: A
Poké-basics ::
xxxxxPokemon: Cincinno, currently a Mincinno
xxxxxPokemon type: Normal
xxxxxNatural Ability: Cute Charm
xxxxxPerma: No thank you. biggrin
xxxxxMoveset:
Child
Tickle: The user tickles the target into laughing, reducing its Attack and Defense stats.
Helping Hand: The user assists an ally by boosting the power of its attack.
Sing: A soothing lullaby is sung in a calming voice that puts the target into a deep slumber.
Pound: The target is physically pounded with a long tail or a foreleg, etc.
Teen
Swift: Star-shaped rays are shot at the opposing team. This attack never misses.
Sing
Tickle
Slam: The target is slammed with a long tail, vines, etc., to inflict damage.
Adult
Sing
Hyper Beam: The target is attacked with a powerful beam. The user must rest on the next turn to regain its energy.
Return: A full-power attack that grows more powerful the more the user likes its Trainer.
Thunderbolt: A strong electric blast is loosed at the target. It may also leave the target with paralysis.
Personality ::
"They're out there. They sure as my ears are out there. And they're not getting in. Okay, okay, pills. Pills...Where are they?!"
((Paranoid>>Dependent))
Since he hatched, Andreas has had a tough time coping with fears. He feels exposed and alone, even when surrounded by people. In fact, being with people has made his fears worse. He cannot tell when they are trying to cause him harm or not and he becomes introverted around them, believing everyone is against him. The cause of the paranoia stemmed from a less than consistent childhood: he was sort of passed around from father to father. The first one ignored him often, the second had a whole heap of little ones to care for, the third worked long hours, etc. He had six homes by the time he found someone who would keep him and the one to do it was not exactly of sound mind, but he was one of the better fathers the minccino had. This sort of progressive 'abandonment' every time he just started to settle down sparked a delusional belief that Alice hates him and wants him to suffer. These thoughts make him a non-functioning member of society, so he began to take pills in his later teen years. Every time one of those little thoughts pops up, he pops a pill to make it go away. He usually does it without even thinking about it, his subconscious driving him to sooth his mind and at least allow him to go outside without being as nervous. He has become solely addicted and depends on his pills to make him calm and relaxed, usually overdosing which leads to more problems. He feels he would doomed if he ran out and will go out to clubs at all hours of the day and night when he starts to run low.
"I'm the Dormouse. That's really all you need to know, isn't it?"((Reserved>>Mysterious))
Andreas doesn't like to reveal too much about himself, as that doesn't really help his paranoia around other people. He prefers to be mum and ask about others before speaking about himself. He doesn't like a lot of questions or demands for answers, nor does he appreciate nosy company. He likes to answer a question with a question or use that previously mentioned eccentric behaviour to get out of revealing himself.
"Shoes off, please. I just swept. And keep your feet off the furniture! I'm not running a barn here." ((Clean >> Fussy))
Typical of Cinccino and Minccino, Andreas is very cleanly and enjoys a tidy, organized environment. He likes knowing where everything is and not being worried about tripping on objects. His clothes and body are always prim and proper and wrinkle free. He won't leave his house if its messy or if he has a hair out of place. He goes a little overboard with the cleaning, even opting to tidy or straighten his friend's homes. He is very put off by dirty or uncouth people and prefers not to socialize with them. He doesn't like doing dirty jobs, if he can help it, and gets a little frantic if his clothes get dirty and he's not at home to change. He is also very strict about people not muddling his house or touching his things without his permission.
"A lone wolf is a dead wolf. Don't sink your teeth into your dinner before its done." (( Eccentric >> Confusing ))
A fan of songs and poems and limericks and anything else he hears, and often coming out of sleep and into conversations, the Dormouse usually speaks in idioms, rhymes, riddles, metaphors and overall vague and confusing sentences. He likes to watch people struggle to understand what he has to say and doesn't really seem to care if he gets his point across. Most of it is nonsense anyway, but he does put through a few nuggets of wisdom...if you think about it until your brain hurts.
"Yes well, it seems to...to me...that..*snore* Mmm? Sorry..*yawns* Seems to me...*eyes close* ((Listless >> Irritating))
As aforementioned, the medication causes Andreas to become rather sleepy and it sedates his mind into a restful, non-confrontational state. He is known for nodding off in the middle of conversations, during his performances, at tea, walking in the maze, during public events, etc. And where he sleeps really doesn't matter to the Dormouse. He's fallen asleep on the floor or the ground, on bookshelves, on couches, on the stairs, on a torture table and in a multitude of strange places: The mouse who could sleep anywhere. He wakes up in a bit of an edgy state, at times, because he's become dirty where he slept. But before he sleeps, he really couldn't care less, as the dreams when he takes the pills are the most pleasant he's ever had, with fields of jam and never-ending lute music. This can be most frustrating for people trying to have a decent conversation with him as he continuously nods off and refuses to wake up, or because he has fallen asleep in an obstructive area, like a road or on their work desk.
xxxxxStrengths: Cleaning and organization, song writing, napping, tea blending and knowing all about jam!
xxxxxWeaknesses: Addiction to his pills (They are called Blocks and put up a barrier in his mind to block irrational and fearful thoughts while a side effect blocks energy levels and the ability to retain or recall information), planning ahead, coping with change, when he has to eat without jam (the horror!!!) and being rejected.
xxxxxLikes: Jam, music (especially on stringed instruments), tea, sleeping and napping, parties, reading, writing, day dreaming.
xxxxxDislikes: Loud noises, cats, the dark, being in a crowd, children.
xxxxxFavourite Food: Jam! Jam on everything! On his toast, in his tea, on his vegetables, his cake, crumpets, just about everything goes with jam. Except mustard. That wouldn't make any sense at all!
xxxxxHobbies:
Lute Playing: The lute makes a lovely sound and he loves it to pieces, so he's often writing new songs or playing old favourites.
Riddles: He loves riddles as a game and uses it to pass the time with his friends, often giving them a riddle and getting a riddle in return in an exchange of wits. There's not many riddles he can't figure out.
Napping: Call it part of the drugs, but he actually does enjoy taking his naps. Able to sleep almost anywhere, the drugs give him powerful, inspiring dreams that he honestly enjoys more than the waking world sometimes.
xxxxxInterests:
Jam making: For such a jam obsessor, he does enjoy making his own once in a while for a change of taste. However he often dozes off during the picking or preserving process and it usually isn't worth the mess when it comes out tasting so terrible.
xxxxxFaction Opinion: The maze is lovely and safe and the tea is always so delicious. I do miss the old days, though.
xxxxxAspirations: He aspires to have things the way they used to be back in Wonderland, back to when he and the hare and the hatter had a never ending tea party and peace in the factions.
xxxxxFears: Cats and cat pokemon, the dark, a lot of things. He is a bloody coward and outside of his element, he gets jumpy.
Employment::
xxxxxTitle: The Dormouse
xxxxxJob: The Dormouse spends his days writing things that can be performed in a short amount of time. He doesn't do long epics or stories or plays, mostly poems, songs for his lute or riddles that have no answer. He sometimes thinks up new pieces in his sleep.
