Arthur Wilde [ Finished ]

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B A S I C I N F O

★ NAME: Arthur Wilde
★ NICKNAME: None
★ MEMBER GROUP: Human
★ POKEMON: Abra
★ AGE: Seventeen
★ HEIGHT: 5 Feet, 10 Inches
★ WEIGHT: 135 Pounds
★ FACE CLAIM: England from Hetalia
★ APPEARANCE:

Arthur stands nearly 6 feet in height. Bright, silky blond hair is cut short, just below his ears, and a rogue strand or two are always lying over shockingly bright green eyes. He's well tanned where there is visible skin, and most of the time there is quite a bit showing as he's used to warmer climates. Several scars marr his flesh, but would probably only be visible if one looked extra closely- the pads of three of his fingers, the heel of his left foot, a small white line on his side, just above his waist, a broken left eyebrow, the scar dividing it into large and small parts on the far side, and a long thin slice on his right elbow. He's very fit, lacking any extra pounds, and is clean shaven, well kept.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y

★ POSITIVE:

• Self Confident.
  
• Independent.
  
• Protective of loved ones.
  
• Observant.
  
• Forgiving.
  
• Open-Minded.
  
• Adventurous / Out Going
  
• Nearly Fearless. Of everything but spiders.
  
• Cool under pressure. To a point.
  

★ NEGATIVE:

• Blunt / Tactless.
  
• Selectively but terribly violent. (Trying to fix this.)
  
• Wasteful.
  
• Amazing liar. (He doesn't see this as a bad thing.)
  
• Klepto-tendencies.
  
• Rebellious.
  

★ HABITS, QUIRKS:

• Wears differently colored shoes.
  
• Unknowingly sings/hums songs that get caught in his head.
  
• Collects things. Sometimes steals the things he collects...
  

★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:

Opportunities taken advantage of and successes in school as he grew up have taught Arthur the importance of Self-Confidence and independence, both of which he always strives to be. It is more important that he accomplish something by himself, instead of taking away from the experience by accepting help- to learn something new and useful, or refine a skill, or just to prove to the world and his parents that he is more than just his criminal biological father's son, no matter that as far as anyone outside his family are concerned, he is the blood related child of the Wildes. Self confidence and independence are also two of the traits he looks for in friends. Those who can't even meet the eyes of another are pitied, and avoided if it can be helped.

His own mistakes growing up, and since attempts to make up for them over the past couple of years, have made him more understanding of the mistakes other people make. Be they friends, family, or strangers, he can forgive them for their faults- but only if once the mistake is made, the offender attempts to fix it. He is intolerant of people who cannot admit they are in the wrong, or who believe that just because they have more, or are older, or in an position of authority, they deserve to be in charge and push others around. He ran into far too many of those types in school. Try to tell him what to do, and he's most likely to do the exact opposite out of spite, unless you are genuinely attempting to help him, and are open about it.

Arthur is a very open-minded individual, being raised in a home without any particular belief in religion, and does not hate without reason. He sees absolutely no sense in hating because of skin color, religion, or sexual orientation. Personality traits are far more important. Gijinka are not something to be feared or hated either. So they have a little something extra. A few powers aren't what counted. It was what they chose to do with them, and like anyone else, he knew they'd come in all sorts of flavors.

Outgoing and fearless, he is not stupidly rash. He was always cautious during his stealing, or when picking a fight with another. Almost nothing scares him other than spiders, which he has an irrational fear of for reasons he doesn't understand. Though, perhaps if he'd been more fearful of authority and consequences, he wouldn't have the eyebrow raising juvenile record that he does- one that, unfortunately, greatly resembles that of his biological father when that man was a child himself.

Unfortunately for others, and fortunately for Arthur, lying comes all too naturally when he requires it and wants to conceal the truth. He's very good at it, with years of practice to hone the skill. On the other hand, the last two years spent trying to better himself have lessened the possibility that he is lying. It hasn't taken away from the skill however.

Arthur is kind of wasteful, a quality he will have trouble with now that he's on his own. In the past, everything he could have need of, within reason, was provided for him. He appreciated it, knowing how different it could be had he not been adopted in this harsh world and even harsher 'System', but he also always knew that he'd never want for anything with his parents. So... it hasn't yet hit him that he needs to save his resources yet.

He makes and honest attempt at remaining calm these days, to think before reacting with a blow in response to a slight or threat against his family and/or friends. In some cases, his violent attitude might do him good, perhaps even more often now that he is on his own journey, but before, it led to too many problems and got him in trouble. Now he has to decide whether to abandon the methods he is using to keep himself calm and others unharmed, or to keep on a path that just might get him hurt.

Wilde's humor lies mostly in the sarcasm department, and occasionally brushes against the grim and crude, depending on his audience. He can make a joke almost anywhere to lighten the mood, anger his enemies, or entertain his friends. Friendly teasing is common, and friends have to be able to take it. Vicious teasing of enemies is more common these days, when he's trying to be a less 'hit first and ask questions later' kind of person.

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H I S T O R Y

• Arthur was given up for adoption by his biological father mere days after his birth, handed over to the system without even a name by a father who paid to have the paperwork never see the light of day. He wouldn't learn the full story until his mid-teens, but his mother had died during his birth, and his father, being a less than stellar citizen who'd wanted the woman he'd had an affair with and gotten pregnant without ever revealing he was married, to get an abortion, wasn't about to keep him. Fortunately, he was just too adorable a baby boy to be left in the system for long, and only a few weeks later, he was named and adopted by the Wilde Family.
  
  
• Arthur's adoptive parents, Teresa and Grayson Wilde, under the impression they could not have children, moved their newly formed family to one of the better sections of the Middle Class District of Aether City. They were somewhat well off, due to Grayson's proper management of the money obtained through the Berry business he'd spent most of his life building. Despite the relative safety of their part of the District, as soon as Arthur had explored the limits of the large home above the main store his parents ran, he took to the streets gleefully, more often than not finding his way into the dirtier, more dangerous parts of the District, fearlessly exploratory and curious in a way only a child who doesn't know any better can be.
  
  
• At four years of age, there was a surprise/miracle that was Katherine Wilde. Against all odds that had been bluntly explained by various affordable doctors and specialists, Teresa Wilde actually managed to get pregnant and give birth to a baby girl, who Arthur fell in love with immediately began to look after like a body guard whenever his parents were unavailable. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, depending on how one looked at it, as he and his sister grew up together, their differences in appearance became more and more apparent. Arthur began to think. He looked nothing like any of his family did he? He was shockingly blonde and bright green-eyed next to their dark hazel or brown eyes and black messes of hair. He asked... and Teresa and Grayson Wilde weren't the type of people to lie when their son was so mature already. So at eleven years old, Arthur learned that he was adopted.
  
  
• From outside appearances, the revelation was taken well... but he did change. Suddenly unreasonably worried that he might lose his mom and dad if he didn't prove to them he really did belong, his grades hit all time highs, and he was, to them, the perfect child, who obeyed every command and was always willing to lend a hand when his parents needed. He worked ridiculously hard to prove himself, sometimes to near exhaustion. But another side of his personality grew out right along side that helpful one. It lead to a rise in fights as he aged, for the littlest of reasons, and only against those who deserved it. He made sure he had enough ammo for mutually assured destruction should they ever tell. He began to hit first when insulted, instead of informing a teacher. Then there was minor criminal activity that became more fun than terrifying and 'accidental'- as he used for an excuse until he got good enough at sneaking to avoid capture. Breaking into abandoned or incomplete homes and warehouses became a favorite pass-time, as well as stealing little odds and ends from stores- video games, cds, and the like. it wasn't so much because he wanted these things. He just liked getting away with it. He liked the excitement. And he did get away with it. With enough experience, he started to win more fights than he lost, meaning that he had no bruising to alert his parents to this other half of his life and personality, and he was most careful about his thievery targets. He never shared his pastimes with friends. It was just for him, and he didn't want to get anyone else in trouble.
  
  
• It was at fifteen that Arthur finally managed to get some information on who his real parents were. He was a very independent boy by this stage of his life, and had more than enough knowledge and technical know-how to find his way around a computer or, theoretically through an orphanage basement window into the hard copy data storage filing cabinets. He found enough crumbs to eventually lead him to the whole story of his parents. His mother's death during childbirth, and worse, the criminal status of his father- who was both a thief, who'd done everything from pickpocketing to successfully robbing one bank- the second bank got him nabbed- and a murderer. Finally, according to the records his trail eventually brought him to, the man was also married when he'd got his mother pregnant. And not to his mother.
  
  
• Suddenly, the criminal side of himself made so much more sense- and after learning this, they became bigger, and more exciting, and to the law, badder. He calmed his conscious by rationalizing that he was only having fun- not stealing to hurt people, or selling drugs, or killing people, like his father had. Nothing stupid like that. Teresa and Grayson Wilde were completely blindsided the night that saw their son returned to their doorstep by two uniformed officers. He'd been caught trying to hot-wire a bike, to take around on a- well, not a joyride. It was a POS bike , but it just so happened to belong to the guy at school who'd felt it was appropriate to spread his bisexual status all around the student body. Arthur didn't much care about being 'outed' exactly, and his parents were perfectly okay with it and had been for a while- but he couldn't let the idiot think he could get away with it and not be punished. He was just going to steal it and maybe leave it sitting in the Tunnels somewhere that it'd never be seen again.
  
  His parents were most definitely not amused.
  
  
• It wasn't long before they'd figured out that his problem hadn't just begun, and with that in mind, they got him an expensive, but incredibly good therapist with who he could talk to about all that was wrong with him. Slowly, theoretical past crimes were revealed, as well as his knowledge about his real parents, and they talked of his worry over his growing violence against those who did him or his friends wrong. Even he knew what was becoming a problem. With the therapist's help over the next 2 and a half years, Arthur began to find new ways to channel his energy and still have fun. More video games, Pokemon study and future contemplation, less breaking and entering. Self-defense classes, as well as real martial arts also assisted in creating a less violent balance in the boy, as much of a step backward as it had first sounded when the therapist suggested it to him. Katas, meditation, daily runs, and a part-time job at a Pokemon Center- all these helped to work off all that extra energy he would normally channel into illegal activity.
  
  
• It was almost a surprise to Arthur, the day he realized that he wanted to leave and become a Trainer. It'd come along with an injured Abra, a wild one he'd discovered in an abandoned warehouse- an old haunt he probably shouldn't have been at, but he'd needed some time by himself to think- and managed to keep calm long enough to carry it back to the Pokemon Center, where he worked and healed it all by himself. Then it... wouldn't leave him alone. He tried to leave it behind, even took it back to the Warehouse, where he assumed it lived, and even might have a family considering the age, and it would just teleport after him. He'd get home, and it would be waiting there on his bed. So he had a Pokemon, whether he wanted it or not. That, plus the stories he was always hearing from Trainers of all types, gave growth to a curiosity, and then a desire, to get out there and experience it all himself.
  
  
• It was a plan discussed with both his parents, sister, and therapist, and it was pointed out by said therapist that becoming a Trainer might even be the next natural step towards his 'recovery' so to speak. Battling Pokemon was wholly different than a fist fight with another human, and he himself wouldn't be doing the fighting- and it would probably serve as another way for him to keep himself calm, contrary to his parents' belief that reintroducing violence to his life would pull him back into old habits. In the end though, Arthur was too independent to be denied, and old enough to make his own decision with his own money to spend on getting out there. Fortunately, he had the blessing of his family when he left...
  

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P L A Y E R I N F O

★ OOC NAME: Althor
★ AGE: Twenty-One
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope
★ RP SAMPLE:

Often during his life would Arthur snap awake, heart racing with the lingering sensation of falling. It had been a while however. But, waking this time, he figured it was just a rare reoccurance of whatever dream it was he could never remember that invoked the sensation.

For all of a second.

He was falling. Really, truly, FALLING.

"Aaaa-" WHUMP. His yelp of surprise was abruptly cut short as he hit the ground on his back and his breath rushed out in a croak as dirt rose in the air around his body. Heart pounding, he stared up into the sky, and once his breath was back, blew hair from his eyes and laughed weakly. "Ooooh... owww." Everybody should have an alarm clock that made you feel like that. There wasn't even a little bit of the familiar 'kill me now' weariness he usually felt in the mornings before school.

It hit him then that he wasn't staring at the light blue ceiling of his bedroom, but the light blue ceiling of the world. The sun was out of sight behind a white, fluffy cloud, one of the few scattered across the midday sky. "Huh..." He took quick stock of his position as his gaze skipped across the sky and then down to the earth. He lay between two small groupings of trees, in a meadow. Little flowers popping up here and there, reaching for the warmth of the sun, and he heard water in the distance.

"Nothing's broken," Achy, yes, to be expected from his fall, and it'd probably bruise later, but he'd broken things before and would recognize the feel. "I'm not woozy," So nobody drugged him. "Pants are still on?" His closest hand felt around his waist, just in case. "That's a relief..." They didn't have a zipper, they were his sweats. However he'd got there, be it sleeping walking, kidnapping, or alien abduction, his pajamas hadn't been removed or messed with. He straightened his wooly flannel shirt, disturbed by the impact after his fall, and then slowly pushed himself to a sitting position, pulling his knees to his chest to rest his arms.

Long look to the front... nothing to be seen but forest. And a mountain in the distance he thought, if that barely visible slice of purple above the green was what he thought it was. He shifted his feet, turning in place while still managing to remain seated... and froze.

There was a... thing staring at him. Staring at him. With beady, solid black eyes, that might actually be holes, he wasn't sure, et in a pink top over a green body. It was small, and looked like it would probably only come halfway to his knees. Green arms and legs stuck out from the body, short and stubby, and a golden stem rose from the pink head's center, from which two leaves grew and slowly spun.

"Huh..." Really. What was there to say in this situation?

Arthur blinked. It blinked. Arthur tilted his head. It mimicked him as best it could, though half the creature's body tilted to the right.

"Huh..." Arthur clicked his tongue, "Uh-"

"Hello!" It's mouth opened suddenly and a somewhat girlish little voice came forth. Not completely female. More like his own before he'd hit puberty. His nose wrinkled. He hated the home videos his parents still had of those times. "Hello!"

"Yeah I heard, thanks," Arthur replied dryly. "Hello." He glanced back and forth in the meadow again, wishing there was someone there that he could, very subtly, ask if they say anything weird. Nobody in sight. 'Cept the flower bud creature. "So... I think I might be dreaming."

"Oh don't worry, you aren't," It said with absoluty surety, nodding so firmly it almost tipped forward as the golden stem jiggled violently. A growl sounded from the creature as it recaptured it's balance. "This is all real."

Arthur nodded along, amusement on his face, "That is exactly what a figment of my imagination would say, I'm sure." His dreams did get weird sometimes. He'd never had one so vivid before. He wondered if he could change this one into something more sexy to take advantage of it. NAKED PARTY! "So I'm going to go," And try to find someone in this dreamworld human and hot. He stood, and dusted dirt covered, slightly scraped up palms on his trousers. He groaned slightly, but the pain wasn't too badly. "See you next time."

"You're a funny human," It remarked, tilting it's head again, leaves drooping to the side. "Completely what I expect though. I have been watching."

Arthur crossed his arms and stared down at it, "And you're a worryingly adorable creation of my imagination." Seriously. His dreams were normally so much more fun than this. "I'm loosing BAMF points the longer this continues, so I'm going to go find something more fun to do."

Soulless black eyes/holes narrowed, and the golden stem vibrated slightly, but Arthur just shook his head and turned his back. He got five feet away...

"SEED BLAST!"

Both legs collapsed beneath him as objects hit with enough stinging force to knock them out from under his body. He yelped, hit the dirt again, and allowed himself to fall on his back so he could look behind him. The little pink and green creature was hovering in the air, the leaves on his stem whirring around and around to keep it aloft.

"SEED BLAST!"

Between furiously narrowed eyes, seeds exploded from the creatures mouth, and dirt found its way into both of Arthur's ears and his hair as the seed projectiles smacked the dirt on all sides of his head. The human kept absolutely still. Pain, in a dream? That didn't often happen.

"Don't ever," The creature demanded with disgust as the roating leaf blades slowed and deposited him gently back on the ground. "Call me adorable."

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