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 Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 3:51 pm
BASICSCharacter Name: Hawthorne
Type: Pokemon
Species: Zorua
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Age: 25
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 5:07 pm
POKEMON INFO
Nature: Naughty
Ability: Illusion; Illusion will change the appearance of the Pokémon to a different species.
Skill Set:
[Night Daze] [Dark] [Special] :: The user lets loose a pitch-black shock wave at its target. It may also lower the target's accuracy.
[Payback] [Dark] [Physical] :: Payback inflicts damage. Its power doubles to 100 if the user attacks after the target.
[Facade] [Normal] [Physical] :: An attack move that doubles its power if the user is poisoned, burned, or has paralysis.
[Attract] [Normal] [Status] :: Infatuates targets, making it hard for them to attack.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:35 pm
-"I'm mad, you're mad, we're all mad, here!...Something like that." (( Trickster >> Irritating ))
As a Zorua, Hawthorne loves to mess with people, joke with them, and generally cause trouble. He doesn't do it out of malice, but rather for his own personal enjoyment; it makes him laugh, and he loves to laugh! It's also his way of bonding, so the more he cares for someone, the more he will harass them. Naturally, because he likes to play such tricks on others, not everyone understands his sense of humour, which makes him become Irritating.
-"It's all about showing off, sometimes." (( Flair >> Dramatic ))
Hawthorne, as a performer before and after his dream of Musharna, understands the value of playing to a crowd. He has a good sense of facial expression, intonation and diction, which means that in his daily life he "performs" to the best of his ability, and has a kind of natural flair to him. He likes to dazzle, what can he say? On the other hand, this can make him kind of dramatic, or exaggerated. He can kind of jump the gun and tend towards the overly emotive.
-"Hahahahahahahahaha... hah. You make me laugh. No, really, stop, it hurts." (( Upbeat >> Flippant ))
Hawthorne loves to mess around, and he doesn't let a whole lot weigh him down; it's all part of his flair, after all. If things seem to be going wrong, like the caravan hits a lot of bad weather, he'll usually try to provide comedic relief. He loves looking for excuses to laugh, and takes even the worst insults as a joke. However, this makes him pretty flippant, and it can be hard to get him to act serious or care about just about anything. Not to mention getting him to actually apply himself or do manual labour... most of his energy is directed into his stage performances; good luck getting him to set up a tent.
-"Tell you what: You go down that dark, crumbling corridor... and I'll wait here in case you get lost." (( Vulpine >> Selfish ))
Hawthorne can be quite cunning (and also foxlike, given he is a zorua, haha). He is cunning in that he likes to analyze situations in order to make sure he gets out with the most possible loot, or at least with the skin on his back, and given he is a trickster he'll probably use his vulpine nature to figure out how to serve his own goals best. Because of how he chooses to apply his intelligence, for his own personal gain, he can come across as pretty selfish.
-"If you cross my family, if you make any of them shed a single tear... I will show you monsters like you have never seen, like you could not even begin to fathom. Mark me." (( Protective >> Vengeful ))
After the caravan picked him up, Hawthorne remained steadfast to his circus-folk, to such a degree that even though he's a trickster and loves to pick on people, he's so attentive of his new family that he watches over them a bit like a mother hen. He watches out for the women, helps out on the sly when he's needed by any of the caravan members, and has been known to spirit away certain ruined garments only to return them back magically repaired. However trivial these details may seem, ultimately he is very Protective of his "family," and won't allow harm to befall them. Because of his protective nature, he can be remarkably vengeful, which employs all of his darker side: Hawthorne isn't squeamish about hurting someone who has harmed his family, whether they are within or without.
Strengths: Sewing, weaving, illusions and slight of hand. Resilient, well-spoken and outgoing.
Weaknesses: Prone to dramatic episodes, insecure attachment style, not very physically powerful, selfishness.
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 1:38 pm
xxxxxWhen he was young, Hawthorne had no name, and he lived alone in the remnants of a mountain shrine. Despite its wear and tear, those
who sought peace (or an abnormal amount of fresh air) would still take the path which wound through the split rock and into the brush. The mountain could be
tricky, because the flowers which surrounded that portion of the path seemed to produce a sweet scent which made travellers tired. Resting was not always safe.
Hawthorne lived at this shrine, because it served two purposes: primarily, he was always decently fed, because travellers would leave food for the shrine
guardians; secondly, he loved to trick them by assuming the forms of other pokemon, or taking the form of a human. It was fun for him, though he never realized
that startling those travellers likely gave them the energy to push past the flowers. One way or another, no one would pass by that point without leaving
offerings to the shrine. Needless to say, Hawthorne developed a taste for fried tofu.
xxxxxAlthough he can't remember what happened to push him from that shrine, he left it when he was a little older, in order to wander the
road side scaring anyone who found him. However, without the steady diet of tofu and shrine gifts, Hawthorne found himself growing weaker. He had gotten lost in
the mountains, finally collapsed beside a flowering shrub. He crawled under, leaned against its trunk, and then there was only darkness. Eventually, he heard
the sound of bells, and he was stirred as someone scooped him up. Everything was dark then, no matter what he did: he could feel soft cloths all around him, and
he could still hear the bells, but now there were voices, too. He was being gently rocked, in the dark, with the scent of flowers, cloth, sweat, wood-- it
wasn't until he woke up that he realized where he was.
xxxxxHe was in a Caravan, full of traveling performers. Hawthorne got his name from them, because that was where he was found: nestled
beneath a Hawthorne bush. He was nervous around them, at first, and quiet... but his personality was not principally shy. In fact, as soon as the magician
started to show him some slight of hand, Hawthorne opened right up. He would stay in his human form, for the most part, but they would make a game of pulling
his tail. The magician started to use him in his shows, and Hawthorne would shapeshift in illusion to become any number of terrifying pokemon. They became like
his family, and sometimes Hawthorne would forget he wasn't really one of them. Until they pulled his tail, of course, and he would drop whatever he was holding,
or stop being able to talk. It made him ache in a way he did not quite understand.
The Dream
xxxxxMusharna came to Hawthorne in a fireside dream, offered him the chance to become human so that he would no longer be at the whim of
others when it came to which form he chose. It would be up to him. He could really become one of them, no longer a pokemon pet with an interesting trick. He
took Musharna up on this offer, because he thought that somehow it would make him part of the family in a tangible way. A significant way. Who would be so
stupid as to think that was all it took to be accepted? In the dream, Hawthorne rested in a pile of cloth, and he played with a mobile made of glass bits and
metal, twisting in the light coming from a window. He was in the back of one of the caravan carriages, again: the light kept changing through the slats between
the boards, and he could smell honey, somewhere far off. He just had to stay awake long enough to finish his conversation with Musharna, even though he couldn't
quite focus his eyes to look at him. Every couple seconds while he was deciding, Hawthorne's shape changed unbidden, cycling through all kinds of pokemon.
Finally, he stopped it: I want to be human. I do. As soon as he accepted Musharna's offer, Hawthorne's dream self returned to his human form, and he
remained that way, smiling at the sound of the caravan, and the scent of honey, until he fell asleep.
After the Dream
xxxxxHe looked just like he always did in his human form, but when they went to pull his tail like they always did, Hawthorne was no longer
obligated to change back. He gave them one of his sly smiles, and quietly kept eating his porridge, as if nothing had happened. Life, from that point on, became
sweet. He even got his own act, performing in front of the audience, which was where he learned to polish his illusions and his oratory. He was finally one of
them, and he felt like it. However, not all the places they visited were good to the caravan, and one night the show got rowdy... until the Magician's
assistant was eventually killed by the crowd, and Hawthorne cradled her body in his arms, before scaring off the audience in a fit of illusions and rage. He
probably would have killed them all, if he hadn't been stopped.
xxxxxGiven his outburst, and the caravan's tattered reputation around that area, Hawthorne just doesn't know if he is hurting his family by
remaining... besides, now that the assitant is dead, there is a chunk missing from their family, and everything seems to be different. Not for the first time,
he's stuck wondering where home is, exactly.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 4:02 pm
Everything seems well balanced and too the point. History is fine from what I can see. Approving and moving~ Please start your journal.
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