Post by Iza Hale on Jan 24, 2013 20:30:42 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Iza Hale
★ NICKNAME: N/A
★ MEMBER GROUP: Human
★ POKEMON: Torchic
★ STATUS: N/A
★ AGE: 16
★ HEIGHT: 5'3ft
★ WEIGHT: 96 lb
★ FACE CLAIM: Konoha from Heat-Haze Project
★ APPEARANCE:
Anyone who has seen Iza would know that he hasn't had the best of luck. With his dirty platinum blond hair cut to his shoulders and pulled back into a loose Ponyta tail with a piece of string, red eyes dull and emotionless, and his mouth set in a firm and pitiful frown he looked every bit as abused and neglected as you would expect from a child from the slums. His clothes look and smell like he got them from the garbage; the supposed-to-be white shirt almost grey with grime, holes around the neck, and his sides reveal the thin black shirt he wears under it to cover the exposed skin of the holes with both long sleeves torn to leave his wrists and half his lower arm showing. His off-yellow and black overalls hug his bony hips, the denim worn as the top hangs uselessly, more decor than anything else. His tennis shoes look very beat up and not very comfortable, seeming to be too big for his feet; the only reason he hasn't lost either shoe is the thick socks he wears layered on top of each other.
Because of the long years of starvation and cruelty before he quickly learned the art of thievery, Iza is small and scary thin - looking nothing like a sixteen year old teen, but a small child of ten or so in his too-big clothes and malnourished body. His skin looks sickly white, his eyes dull and seemingly void of all emotions, his hair, body and clothing covered in filth and dirt from lack of available hygiene. When you look at his hands, and the rest of his body, you see calluses and old bruises that didn't seem to fade completely, leaving purple scars like tattoos deep under his skin along side the cuts and lashes he received from his former masters. You couldn't see anything that was left unsaved from the brutality, at least physically.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Thoughtful;; Iza can no longer speak, so he has plenty of time to listen and think to himself without worrying about anything slipping. So, when he has a piece of paper in his hands and can communicate he takes care with every word he writes.
- Kind;; Iza is always fair when he deals with his mon, or when he deals with children in the slums just looking for their next meal.
- Sweet;; Iza is a sweetie at heart, seeing people suffer hurts him just as much as a kick to the gut.
- Caring;; Iza knows there are others like him, he sees them everyday, so he tries helping people he knows needs it. Though he succeeds at being sneaky about it and would silently deny the fact, the acts help him feel better about himself.
- Honest;; Even though Iza can't speak anymore, he never lies about anything. Though the honesty was beaten into him, he holds this virtue dear to his heart.
★ NEGATIVE:
- Mistrusting;; You never know who could be your enemy in the slums, so being on guard around everyone is a must to survive. Thanks to this mistrust Iza can tell a lie from the truth like a professional.
- Fearful;; Iza has lived through horrible things since he was a child, the horrors he witnessed being very intentional to scare him away from ever running away. Even though Iza has long since ran from his captors, he fears even the sound of gentle cooing of Pidoves and Pidgeys believing it was the gang out to get him.
- Distant;; Iza's only source of love was his parents, when they were taken away he was surrounded by greedy murderers who only looked out for themselves. An environment like this would freeze anyone's heart from any emotion, especially when said emotions were the cause of any pain. Iza built a good outer wall around himself to stay safe and alive, keeping his heart protected as best as he could.
- Unflinching;; Growing up most of his life in a gang, you have to know how to deal a blow and not give a damn about your victims. Iza learned this skill through experience as the victim and is still quick to draw his blades for a kill when he needs to.
- Cautious;; His parents being the only ones who ever loved him and who gave him the basic moral lessons any child should learn, Iza backs away for strangers since life before and after the gang has made him unable to know what is socially proper. And thanks to all the abuse he's suffered, people make him feel uneasy so he tries to have as little contact as possible.
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- He is a mute.
- Flinches away from any contact, save that of his Pokemon.
- Latches onto anyone or anything that will love him or show any amount of kindness towards him.
- Teaches his team simple signs as means of communication, since he has no other way to do so.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
On the outside, Iza can only be described as the perfect assassin and thief. He's silent, cunning, quick to kill and never leaves unless he has what he came for. Though human, his life on the streets and in the gang has helped him hone his body to almost inhuman performing ability. The drive to survive is deeply rooted into him, as well as the cold and deadly attitude to do whatever it takes.
But, on the inside, Iza is just a scared, lonely boy looking for love but not knowing how to find it. He looks out for his Pokemon first, meeting their needs before his own. Even though he is skilled at killing and stealing, Iza hates to make a living out of it. Unable to speak, Iza is left with only the written word and what signs he can make up as communication to his Pokemon and others, leaving him to his thoughts more than he likes. But also, this makes him careful with what he can use as communication. Iza would do anything but lie, his honesty beaten into him by the gang that held him prisoner for most of his life, even though he loves that he's honest with others - especially his Pokemon. He would rather die than lie about something. And, thanks to his muteness, he has the option of remaining silent when asked questions he doesn't want to answer or lie about. His Pokemon, especially his Torchic, are so dear to his heart he would risk anything to keep them safe and healthy, a lot of times sacrificing his own needs to meet theirs. Through his hard life and his few short years with his parents, Iza knows to appreciate the good when you can grab it, and cherishes everything he owns with a love so fierce and natural to him he never wonders why or how he knows how to love like he does.
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H I S T O R Y
- Was born into the worst of poverty, his parent barely having enough to get by with just the two of them. Iza was unplanned, though his birth couldn't have been prevented anyways since they had no access to birth control. But even though his birth wasn't wanted, his parents loved him with all their hearts and did their best to give him a good life. Unfortuanately, they had to borrow money from one of the neighborhood gangs to provide for their only child. Between caring for Iza, working to earn their living and collecting more debt.
- The tragedy happened when Iza was five, when the gang finally decided to come and collect the huge debt of his parents. The Hales weren't able to meet their demands, still too poor to survive the way things were, so the leader took Iza as a means to 'encourage' his parents to hurry up and the frightened child was taken away, to never see them again.
- Iza's life kept getting worse as he was forced to live with the gang, acting as their personal servant until his parents could pay off the incredibly unfair debt they got in to for him, keeping him human so their Gijinka-heavy group could easily take him out. They put him through every kind of abuse you could think of, scarring him deeply. While under their 'care' he learned how to steal properly without being caught, since many a day Iza went without proper food and water and stealing was his only means of surviving. Iza became very good at being a thief and a murderer, keeping his skill a secret believing they would kill him if they suspected her stole from them when in reality he was too scared too. And because his very life depended on silence, Iza slowly lost his will to speak as the years clawed by agonizingly slow. To this day, he can't utter a single word without fear of being beaten or killed by anyone.
- Salvation came in the form of a Pokeball left aside by a careless member of the gang as the leader sorted out their loot. Something in him, knowing the fate of the poor Pokemon would be misused by the scoundral who got him, made a quick swipe for the ball and put it in his left shoe. He was checked, like any of the children that were forced to be bartering chips against their debted parents, for anything of worth that they gang didn't want in their possession but he knew how to hide things now and got away with the ball. While he was doing his unfair share of the chores, he snuck a few seconds to see what Pokemon was in the ball and released a tiny Torchic from it's ball. It was love at first site. The few seconds became a normal thing, Iza finding or making time to release the Torchic to ease it of it's fears and care for it like the little sport deserved. Iza was careful to not let any of the gang members suspect him, having years of practice and knew their routine like the back of his hand. For months, Iza bounded with his Torchic, his silence and sneaking keeping anyone from knowing and that lead him to relaxing his guard just a tiny bit...
- And that lead to his secret being discovered; one of the children - who's situation was very like Iza's, one who was still new to the fear and pain of his new life fresh - found out do to carelessness on Iza's part and would have told on him as a means of trying to win favor with the boss if Iza hadn't acted on instinct and knifed the lad. On autopiolet, Iza hid the body from site and ran with his Torchic, knowing that if anyone came to find him or the boy he killed there would be hell to pay. Iza manuvered for hours through the teritory of the gang who kept him prisoner, knowing going back to his parent was a waste since they would be in more danger (he didn't know they died when an illness hit the district he used to live it) so the only place that would be safe would be in an enemy teritory and lie low. If Iza had to have a moment in his life where he was thankful for being mute, it was during his escape. He purposely made his way into the teritory of one Arthur Moreau, who knew of the operations of the gang he ran from and hated their guts with a passion. Iza never believed he was safe even if Arthur may let him find sancuary on his terf, but at least he was away from his gang and could avoid trouble if he was careful enough. Iza now wanders from area to area, sleeping where he can and eating what he can find or steal, most of it going to Torch the Torchic and later Pinky the albino Pikachu.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Rein
★ AGE: 19
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Seira Blake, Lina Bellecourt, Arthur Moreau.
★ RP SAMPLE:
Okay, I think the weight is better this time, and all your suggestions are sound, Cori! Again, note to self: get Iza a new sig.
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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