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Requiem of Whyspers

Fashionable Shapeshifter

PostPosted: Tue Sep 30, 2008 9:38 am


User ImageName: Vhan Lalleusch

Nicknames: Demi

Age: 15

Birthday: July 29

Race: Human/Bastiodon Hybrid

Weight: 120 lbs

Height: 5' 4"

Hair Color and Style: Black, Shoulder Length with red bangs and bright purple highlights.

Eye Color and Style: Piercing amber in color and sharp, crisp, angular eyes that look mildly insane and somewhat homicidal.

Skin tone and body art: Slightly pale, olive skin. He has his left ear pierced and wears a single platinum stud with a Diamond in it. Real diamond. He has Snakebite piercings in his lower lip, both hoops silver. A Pair of tribal wings adorn his back, stretching from his shoulder blades and down to his hips like full sized wings.

Clothing of Choice: Dark clothes, usually shades of purple and black. He tends to like certin things in shades of red as well. one of his ever present accessories is a bright red, spiked leather collar/choker. His other is a three pointed, jester-like hat that is black and purple with red balls on the ends. His favorite shirt is a purple long sleeve shirt with Haunter eyes on the chest and the eerily smiling, black, empty mouth across the stomach.

Personality: Vhan is a true oddball. He can be the, most happy-go-lucky person in the world one minute, and then be a totally homicidal psychopath the next. He means well when he's in one of his good moods but beware when he's in one of his dangerous ones. When he goes, "Total bloodbath" mode, he tends to no care who is or isn't around him and likes to smash things with his hammer. When he's done smashing, he carries a small knife in one of his boots that he'll take out and cut himself, usually only skin deep cuts though they tend to be long ones that don't bleed much. He claims that's how he keeps himself under control when he gets crazy.

He's very protective of the people he's close to, even when he goes psychopathic, so being his friend is the closest thing to untouchable you could get. He's a real sweetheart when he's in a good mood, though, giving gifts and handing out compliments left and right. Just don't make him angry. You wouldn't like him when he's angry.

He can sometimes be seen arguing with himself, or seemingly speaking to someone named Avalon who isn't truly there. He can occasionally be seen speaking to himself and calling someone by the name of Puck.

History: Vhan comes from Phenac City in Orre and so he has little understanding of Pokemon and their attacks and abilities at the moment. He is in fact, not even supposed to be on his journey unsupervised. Due to something that happened when he was eleven.

As a younger boy, he had always been teased and taunted for his odd choice of clothes for living in a city in the desert. But as he grew older, his hair began to change, the natural colors finally coming in fully. The ones who had once teased him for his clothes began teasing him for his hair as well. When he turned eleven, another boy pulled his hair and called him a freak and a fairy for keeping his hair dyed that way. Vhan had had enough at that point and grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on, a plastic fork, a stabbed the boy fourteen times before he could be pulled off of the guy. The other boy was placed in the hospital in critical condition and eventually fell into a coma. He never woke up. Vhan was thrown into a Mental Institute for the next four years.

He was only recently released from the institute with a prescription for a special medication, meant to keep his mind stabilized, and under strict orders to not go anywhere without a licensed Mental Patient Assistant. He ditched his assistant halfway to Kanto and jumped on the first train he could to go to Sinnoh, where his guide was least likely to find him again. This is where his journey has begun.

Powers: Vhan can become intangible and control the Sacred Stones to a degree.

Weapon of Choice: Although he's not supposed to have weapons due to his tendency to become somewhat psychotic, his preferred weapon is a mallet as tall as he is with large, fluffy, feathered wings attached to the sides and a pair of Soothe Bells hanging from the bottom, tied to both the mallet head and the handle where the two meet.

This weapon is typically used when he decides to play "Whack-A-Diglet" with whatever is nearby.

Sprite:
Special occasions Sprite/When he wants to go somewhere in disguise Sprite:
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{Made by Astral Rain}

Normal Sprite:
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{Made by me as well}

Attacks:
Aqua Surge - Water - 30 Damage
Lv. x - Already Known

Pyro Spark - Fire - 30 Damage - 1/3 chance to burn
Lv. x - Already Known

Aero Gale - Flying - 40 Damage
Lv. x - Already Known

Aqua Deluge - Water - 60 Damage
Lv. 7

Misalignment - Psychic - 70 Damage - forces opponent in a blind battle, randomizing it's attacks.
Lv. 15

Pyro Flare - Fire - 60 Damage - 1/3 chance to burn
Lv. 17

Aero Force - Flying - 70 Damage
Lv. 19

Realign - Psychic - 80 Damage - Makes Vhan "Light" type. His only weakness becomes Dark.
Lv. 22

Perfect Balance - Psychic - Removes negative status ailments and effects from both battlers when used.
Lv. 33

Pyro Shine - Fire - 120 Damage - 1/3 chance to Burn
Lv. 41

Aqua Illusion - Water - 90 Damage - 1/3 Chance to Confuse
Lv. 53

Aero Impulse - Flying - 95 Damage - 1/3 chance to Paralyze
Lv. 65

Star Source - Psychic - 150 Damage - User cannot attack next turn.
Lv. 79 - Only learnable if Vhan knows Pyro Shine, Aqua Illusion and Aero Impulse when he reaches this level.

Current Level and Attacks:

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Exp: (5/23)
Lv. 9 Hp. 70 Pers. Typically kind and friendly but somewhat insane.
Aqua Surge- 40 Pyro Spark- 40 Aero Gale- 40 Aqua Deluge- 60
PostPosted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 1:03 am


Wanted Pokemon - Legend ; [x] = Pokemon Captured, = Unobtained Pokemon

[x] | Larvitar - Name: Leanbh

| Sableye - Name: Shade ~ Signature Pokemon

[x] | Haunter - Name: Crypt ~ Signature Pokemon

[x] | Misdreavus - Name: Indigo

[x] | Drifloon - Name: Stranger

[x] | Metang - Name: Aoibhinn

[x] | Rotom - Name: Shojo

[x] | Duskull - Name: Requiem

| Banette - Name: Barbie | Next to Obtain

[x] | Shedinja - Name: Angel

[x] | Spiritomb - Name: Charon

[X] | Froslass - Name: Hopeless

Requiem of Whyspers

Fashionable Shapeshifter


Requiem of Whyspers

Fashionable Shapeshifter

PostPosted: Mon Oct 13, 2008 10:52 pm


Trainer Card:

~Badge Case~

Kanto:
Johto:
Hoenn:
Sinnoh: Forest Badge

~Key Items~

~HMs~

HM01- Cut

~Items~
Potions ~X~ Pokeballs ~X~
Shiny Stone ~0~
Stardust x1 (Halves Friendly Evolution time)
Ultra Ball x4
Heart Scale x5 (teaches Pokemon 1 Tutor Move)
Lava Cookie x10 (Restores any Status)
MooMoo Milk x10 (+100 HP)
Fresh Water x6 (+75 HP
Rare Candy x2 (Increases Pokemon by 1 level)

~TMs~

TM07- Hail
TM13- Ice Beam
TM38- Fire Blast
TM86- Grass Knot

~Special Items~
Star Shaper
Stripped Scarf
Decayed Blue Scarf
Pyrolithe
Aerolith
Aqualithe
PostPosted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:50 am


Vhan's Life at the Asylum


Chapter 1

My name is Vhan Tenore Lalleusch. I’m eleven years old. And today is the day that my life turns around. I can see the massive walls before me, looming in the distance, growing ever larger and more defined as I approach them. My parents sit in the front of this broken down old station wagon. My father is driving. He and mother are talking as if nothing is different, as if things have not changed since that day. I know better. I know where they are taking me. I saw the flashing lights last night. I heard them talking to the police, even though I was supposed to be asleep. It doesn’t matter anymore. I know it doesn’t. What I did was unforgivable. He deserved it though.

I look into the Rear View, tuning out my parents listless, uncaring voices. I can see my amber eyes staring back at me. Is it just me, or do I look more fierce and brutal than I did yesterday morning? My eyes have always held a gentleness; that I had inherited from my mother. Today, though, they are sharper, more crisp and angular. They seem to be reacting to how I feel. I feel angry, betrayed. Crazy, even. How can my parents do this to me? They know I’m not like that. I snapped. Everybody does it, its part of being human. I can feel the car bumping down the old road that leads to those giant walls. Father needs to get new tires; these ones are so old that they’re like to burst at any moment. Right now, I pray they do, and send me careening into the pavement. I pray that this old road destroys me when I hit it, so that when they peel my broken body from the asphalt, there will be nothing left of me to take to that awful, God-forsaken place. My prayers are not to be answered it seems, as the car simply bounces along as if there is nothing strange about this place.

I can feel the car slowing to a halt at last. Looking out my window, I see that we have arrived at the gates. The old Maplewood doors lead into an even older granite building. This place is built more like a castle barracks than what it actually is. Looks are often meant to deceive at first glance, though, so I expect no less. I can hear my mother and father open their doors and exit the car. Father’s crisp, brand new business shoes crunch against the old roadbed as he walks to my door and opens it for me. “Come on, Son. You’ve got to get out eventually.” My father says, addressing me directly for the first time since this long, 9 hour drive began. I look up at him, my eyes piercing his with cold determination. “I do not!” I reply sternly, my voice dripping with hate for him even considering bringing me here. I can see him cringe at the tone of my voice. I have never spoken to him that way before. I can see it hurts him to hear me speak that way. Good! My mother approaches me next, attempting to persuade to exit the car. “Come now, darling. You must come and meet the headmaster.” She says, her voice soft and delicate, just as it has always been. “Never!” I growl in response. She too cringes at my tone. She is hurt by my biting tone and piercing stare.

“That’ll be quite enough of that.” Comes a strong, but gentle male voice. Looking up at the sound of the strange voice, my eyes land on an older man. He appears to be in his early fifties, possibly younger. He can’t be more than ten years older than my father at most. I cannot help myself and I gawk at him, at his eyes to be precise. He has the mostly stunning eyes I have ever seen. His left is violet and his right, amber. Such contrasting colors, and yet they seem so harmonious. I can see his lips moving, but I am so entranced by his eyes that his words fall upon deaf ears. “Son? Son!?” comes my father’s voice, knocking me from my daze. “Are you all right, Son?” he asks as he kneels to look at me. I have broken out in a cold sweat and my mouth is hanging open. My father appears concerned about this. “Not to worry. Many of our…guests…react to me much the same way.” Comes the older man’s voice, drawing my attention back to him. “Allow me to introduce myself.” He says as he kneels down next to my father, placing himself at eyes level with me. “My name is Kaya Rayvn. I’m the headmaster here.” He says as he lifts my limp hand and shakes it gently. His grip is firm. Father says that a firm grip can help encourage people when you meet them. It must be true, for I found my voice strong enough to reply. “V-Vhan L-Lalleusch…” I stutter out. “It’s lovely to meet you Vhan.” Mr. Rayvn replies as he stands and, keeping a firm hold of my hand, helps me to exit the car and steady myself on weak knees.

I only just now have the time to look him over completely. He has long silver hair, tied back into a Japanese style monk ponytail. It looks kind of girly in my opinion, but for some strange reason, it seems to suite him perfectly. His smile is bright, and it never seems to fade when he speaks. He is tall, standing over even my father, who is a respectable man in his own right. His clothes are crisp and clean, but they seem comfortable, perhaps a bit too much so for a headmaster. He wears white pants, a gold colored undershirt, revealed from beneath a halfway unzipped sweatshirt. The sweatshirt bears a hood, though it is lowered at the moment. Once again, he speaks directly to me. “Now then young man, would you like to go on inside and meet some of the other guests?” he asks me. I cannot help but nod in affirmation. He points me towards the doors, and in a zombie-like daze, I walk towards them. It doesn’t take me long to realize that perhaps I had the wrong impression of this place. Perhaps it isn’t quite so bad.

End Chapter 1

Requiem of Whyspers

Fashionable Shapeshifter

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