Post by birdy on Apr 21, 2013 0:37:31 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Louis Pirotte
★ NICKNAME: Lou || Luce
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Shiny Litwick
★ STATUS: Illegal
★ AGE: Seventeen
★ HEIGHT: 5'8"
★ WEIGHT: 125 ibs
★ FACE CLAIM: Gin from Hotarubi no Mori e
★ APPEARANCE:
Before the injection, Louis was quite a different boy. He had his mother's heather-brown, hazel hair and gentle, transcending blue eyes. Now, there's hardly a ghost of the woman left in him. Most people wouldn't even recognize the boy, if not for the trademark stare and dead-pan expression of complete and utter disinterest. It rather suits his new look well, as silvery-white hair and cold, blue-green eyes compliment his frigid personality.
At a reasonable height for someone his age, Louis is admittedly on the scrawny side, having given up both sports and junk food once he started working for the black market. It's rather difficult to find time for self-indulging hobbies when you're on the lam. This poor state of living is, surprisingly, not reflected in his attire, as his nit-picking tendencies keep him from wearing anything that makes him less than presentable. Although most of his fabric is faded and he probably hasn't bought a new shirt since he stopped growing, to Louis' credit, the boy is quite good at pulling off whatever look comes to mind.
As an illegal, Louis is incredibly careful to keep his status hidden. He tends to avoid the company of other humans (despite his litwick-instincts telling him to always have some life source or another nearby). The boy literally hides behind a mask, often making up names as he goes. Although he has recently severed his connections with the underground world, he still acts quite mysteriously, if only to disappear into the background before old clients and authorities can track him.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- INDEPENDENT, having practically raised himself, it's only natural that Louis became such a self-sufficient individual. To find him relying on someone else for anything (even something as small as sharing an umbrella) must mean that the world is off its axis.
- LEVEL-HEADED, in times of chaos, Louis can be counted on to keep things grounded. The boy remains calm even in the most desperate of situations, which has served him well in his career path.
- PRAGMATIC, common sense is a virtue that most are without. Luckily, Louis is not a part of this vast majority. He knows how to work things out for himself and plan ahead, making sure he's got a map before he starts wandering.
- ASSERTIVE, most wouldn't think it of the litwick considering his unintimidating appearance, but he can be quite confident and almost domineering in most aspects of his life. He always makes sure to get his point across to strangers and friends and doesn't take kindly to people saying "No".
- FORTH-COMING, sometimes, honesty is the best escape route. Louis knows this, and as a result is always very straight-forward with others. He doesn't like to beat around the bush or play games with people. This goes to say, if you start lying to him, chances are he won't be too pleased once he realizes it.
★ NEGATIVE:
- PHLEGMATIC, getting a reaction out of the stoney-faced boy is a feat worthy of great reward. With hardly the slightest twitch of an eyelash in the face of violence or gore, Louis' stoic nature bends for no one. Not even insults or flattery can reach the litwick, making it hard for anyone to know what he's really thinking beneath that unmoving stare.
- INCONSIDERATE,
- AUTOCRATIC, louis can be fairly docile when he doesn't have an agenda, but put him in a situation where he feels entitled, and he won't hesitate to exercise what power and authority he has. he's an opportunist and will seize whatever crown is offered to him, so long as the benefits outweigh the cost.
- UNYIELDING, to bend is to refuse to break. For Louis, this isn't the case. 'Compromise' is not a word that exists in his vocabulary, and neither is 'surrender' or 'truce'. It's his way or no way, and if for whatever reason he can't win, you can expect him to pull out of the situation altogether, withdrawing his resources and interest before the investment can come back to bite him.
- RESERVED,
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- SIDLING, his litwick instincts make him subconsciously scoot closer to others, even if they're complete strangers
and even if he doesn't realize he's doing it- STARING, when Louis doesn't understand something/someone , he has a tendency to stare at it (or them) until he does
- NEAT-FREAK, in his free time, all he does is clean and organize, making sure everything is right where it should be
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
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H I S T O R Y
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Birdie
★ AGE: Six + Ten = ...
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: This won't stay at zero for long /dies
★ RP SAMPLE:
{{ohgawsh, here we go; birdie and the animal rps...}}
Again, those two words that made his blood curl with uncertainty and his mouth go dry from lack of a response, because the words in his own vocabulary were not suited for replying to such kind verses. He wanted to spit back some harsh retort like, "Don't apologize for something you can't change" just to see how she would react— if she would grit her teeth and take it, or cry. Maybe she'd finally get angry, and he could throw away this whole tirade of mystery and nostalgia and end the dance. He knew anger, he understood it. It would be enough of an excuse to attack, not that Reno really needed one. When you'd lived alone for as long as he had, time had a habit of eating away at that little chain in your mind that linked cause and effect. Reno no longer knew any consequences, there was only action. What happened afterwards could go fuck itself.
Something that time had not done, however; much to Reno's ignorance, was erase that deep truth that had always been there, that unnamed aching that infected his heart like a virus all its own.
Reno was lonely.
He wasn't aware of this, because he'd never known company, and how could one miss something they'd never had? It was the awful truth that no one had bothered telling him. While there was a brighter side to life, Reno had heard nothing of it. Most animals were social creatures, living and breathing off of each others companionship. It was unnatural to be so without, so forgotten, so alone. It did things to a person, made them lose their sense of reason and humanity. After all, what was the point in caring about others when no one cared for you? Still, as oblivious to his own suffering as he was, it was the first time Reno had met someone like this, the first time he'd encountered another dog and not been forced to fight or defend. So against his better judgment, a sudden violent urge erupted in his entire being, a desperate desire to react. At the sound of Alice proposing her own departure, something inside him wanted to snap at her not to move a muscle; to stay, sit down, chat over a meal, get to know each other. No, the something inside him said it would be fine if there was no speaking, no sound. It admitted to being alright with just sitting in silence, nothing passing between the two of them but the brushing of sight and the knowledge that for once, he felt okay. There was no coiling serpent of fire inside of him, no need to get defensive. He could just sit there and watch her, sit there and wonder why it had taken him so long to find someone like her.
But Reno didn't snap at her, didn't ask her to stay. Maybe it was because the Reno that was so pigheadedly sure of what he wanted and didn't want had blocked off that voice so long ago that he no longer heard it. It was a wonder, in fact, that Reno heard anything honest at all. The only sound in his head was the crackling of the flames and the hiss of the firefanged snake. The only voice was that of the ember. Loud and bright one minute, flickering and calm the next. If one stared long enough and close enough into Reno's face, they might see a lick of orange illuminate the pitch black of his eyes.
The one voice that the flames could not hold back, however; was that of Alice, soft and sweet and so young yet so sure of everything good in the world that she did not really, really stop to think and see how wicked, dark, and evil Reno knew himself to be. Contrary to the terror in her before, she was not afraid now. He looked hard into her face, hunting in search of the slightest tell; a twitching eye, a waver in her voice, anything that would confess to him that she was lying, betraying the very words she now spoke.
Finding none, Reno's heart stilled and for a second, the fire waned.
The way she said it almost made it sound like she could see the beasts of darkness now, standing behind him. She spoke as if she knew what hunted him; saw his plight, understood his pain, and still; somehow, miraculously, she was unafraid. Her words haunted him, and Reno found the room suddenly short of oxygen.
"You can't walk into the future backwards, watching what is behind you for fear of what might be following."
"Why does my path concern you?"[/i] Why? Why did it, he wondered stupidly. He had been staring this whole time, his silence either frightening or mesmerizing her as it had before. For some reason unbeknownst to him (but known to the voice deep within) he wanted it to be the latter.
Because your path is the one I wish I had taken. But it was too late now, and Reno knew it. So he bitterly swung out at the voice and struck it aside, his fangs bared in the darkness of his mind. It was too late. Shit, it was too late.
"Seeing as you concerned yourself with me, I thought it only polite to return said interest. So far, I've found you seem quite fond of using manners. And yet you also have a knack for asking many (too many) questions." Unlike the scathing in his voice before, there was an unreadable texture to his words, something not easily understood by the foolish. But Alice would understand it. Somehow, she just would. "And I thought to myself, when in Rome..."
He looked at her with respect. He looked at her with envy. He looked at Alice and saw everything that he was not, everything it was too late for him to be. And in her dual-colored eyes; in the red of her fur and the white of her chest; the brave in her voice and the warmth in her breath, he felt a deep, sorrowful want. Reno was hungry. He had been for so long— a hunger he had seen in others and not known existed within himself. He was starving for company; for a friend, anyone, just someone to talk to, someone to look at without feeling distrust and dislike. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was why it had taken Reno so long to find Alice; so long to realize what was missing, because she was his hunger; that something that he'd never known, that brighter side that maybe, if he'd known existed, could've saved him when he was still that pup, and made it not too late.
"Your path concerns me, Alice, because I have never met a dog quite like you, and have never wondered where to, and how far, such a path will lead." And it wasn't quite warmth in his voice, but it was also anything but cold. And it was clear, suddenly, like a dose of water showering down to quench the fire, an ocean wave that was blue and brown and then red and white, that Reno found Alice to be— in that moment— the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.[/size][/blockquote]
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