Post by zero2 on Jan 29, 2012 20:58:32 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Ezekiel Huntley.
★ NICKNAME: Zeke (although “hey you with the face!” works just as well.)
★ MEMBER GROUP: Epispect
★ POKEMON: Froslass.
★ AGE: Eighteen.
★ HEIGHT: 6’0”
★ WEIGHT: 150 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Byakuran from Kateikyoushi Hitman Reborn
★ APPEARANCE:
Though he certainly isn’t short, he isn’t horribly tall, either. Yet, somehow Zeke manages to appear quite gangly and awkward. With the DNA of a Froslass running through his veins, he moves with a kind of fluid grace. It might have been impressive, almost frightening, on someone with a more intimidating figure, but on a guy like him? It just looks plain weird. He isn’t a complete wimp, and is surprisingly wiry, but then that isn’t exactly visible to the naked eye and thus doesn’t help him much. His hair is rather shaggy and unkempt, white as freshly fallen snow; a small violet tattoo is found beneath his left eye, which is the exact same shade of purple. His skin is paler than average, rather sickly looking; long scars of an even lighter shade decorate his entire body. The ghostly effect is only intensified by his tendency to dress either entirely in black or entirely in white, making him look rather washed out by the contrast.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Sociable. He has no fear of other people, and has no reservations about chattering away to anyone he meets.
- Friendly. He hates seeing people in need. It doesn’t really matter if he knows you or not, he’s bound to help out.
- Cheerful. Er, not when he’s alone, that is. But when there are other people about, the mask goes up, and he appears to be the most happy-go-lucky kid you’ll ever meet.
- Laid-back. He isn’t one to let his temper get away from him, and even if you downright insult him, he’ll most likely laugh it off.
- Down to earth. When in danger, he becomes incredibly serious and thoughtful. He won’t let himself be fooled by false hopes, and has a reasonable solution to almost any problem.
- Humble and obedient. He never boasts or brags, and no matter what you ask him to do, he’ll probably go along with it.
★ NEGATIVE:
- Easily frightened. He’s extremely jumpy, bordering on paranoid.
- Talkative. He tends to talk too much, and will often let slip information that he really has no business giving away.
- Pessimistic. He’s pretty much lost all sense of hope, a situation born from years of serving Epispect.
- Submissive. He absolutely despises conflict, and isn’t one to argue if someone starts bossing him around.
- Cynical. Though he tries to help out whenever he can, he’s lost pretty much all faith in humanity.
- Cowardly. Threaten him enough, and you can make him do almost anything, no matter how despicable he finds it. When push comes to shove, he always puts his own survival above everything else.
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- When nervous, he tends to grin like crazy, in the hope of throwing the enemy off guard.
- He apologizes for pretty much everything. It’s sort of a nervous tick.
- His skin is extremely cold to the touch, and when extremely agitated, he’s been known to flash freeze objects. Incidents involving accidental Ice Shard attacks are quite common.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
At a first glance, Zeke appears to be rather upbeat and care-free. He’s always trying to cheer you up, and looks genuinely concerned when you’re upset. But don’t let the happy tone and massive grin fool you: Zeke, though sweet, is generally a gloomy sort of kid. Originally created as an experiment, he’s found himself aimlessly drifting around, falling prey to whomever feels like torturing him at the moment. He’s grown used to being the plaything of Epispect’s crueler agents, and the result is a cowering little freak with next to no self-esteem. The world in general scares him half to death, and he often finds himself being bullied into various horrible situations. He tries to be kind, and despises hurting people. but it kind of comes with the job description. His submissive nature has him frightened to speak up for himself, and the thought of running away has honestly never crossed his mind. He tries to help people out whenever he can, but the moment his Epispect masters appear, his overwhelming fear drowns out any sympathy he might have had.
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H I S T O R Y
- If Zeke ever had a family, he certainly doesn’t remember them. His earliest memories are of pain and torture, somewhere deep within Epispect’s laboratories. He was raised as nothing but an experiment, a result of Epispect’s thirst for power. New ways of improving the gijinka technology are always being looked into, and he was just another one of the kids brainwashed into being a puppet. Thus, it was drilled into him from the very beginning: he was nothing. He existed purely to serve the masters. And, quite honestly, at first he had no problem with it. The life of complete servitude was all he knew, and rebellion was a foreign concept to him.
- He was rather decent in his training. Certainly not the best, but he managed to survive, which at least said something. When he was roughly twelve years old, he received his DNA infusion: a Froslass. An entirely female species of Pokemon. As you can probably guess, things only went downhill from there. He was, essentially, the laughingstock of the entire program. His gijinka abilities worked fine, but the snickers that inevitably came from telling people he was a Froslass started to get to him. He became, if it was possible, even more submissive, practically hyperventilating whenever someone approached him.
- At fourteen, when the masters became convinced that he could control his powers, they sent him out into the real world, trying to find something he’d be useful for. It was a difficult task, to be sure. His appearance was too memorable for him to make a decent spy, and he was too easily frightened to become an efficient hunter. He was just bounced back and forth between partners, no one really able to find a use for him. Eventually, he started being used just for kicks. People could torment him, beat him, even rape him, to their heart’s desire. He never put up a fight, never spoke so much as a word in protest. He took whatever came to him with his eyes firmly on his feet, refusing to strike back for fear of angering the masters.
- After years of being passed back and forth from mentor to mentor, the organization started to loose hope in him. He was an... amusing experiment, to be sure, but he was starting to look rather hopeless. After being informed that he should choose a profession or die, he panicked, fleeing out onto the streets in a last-ditch effort to save himself. His rather eccentric appearance made it clear that he wasn’t entirely human, but in working for Epispect, he had nothing to worry about. He was perfectly legal. And it was there, in Aether City, that he discovered it. He had an odd knack for seeking out other gijinkas. Perhaps it was his care-free, trusting demeanor; perhaps it was his tendency to help those in need; perhaps it was just because he was so obviously one of them. No matter the reason, he became quite skilled in seeking out illegal gijinkas. And, with his unique combination of ice- and ghost-type powers, he was perfectly capable of bringing in his prey alive. In need of a good defrosting, sure, but alive. After a few successful captures, the masters declared that they’d just leave him there, seeking out the illegal.
- Essentially, these days he just befriends as many people as possible, trying to get them to confess that they are gijinka so he can turn them in. The guilt gets to him, sure, and he tends to apologize frantically to his victims as he freezes them solid. But it’s a living, and it’s better them than him. He hangs out in the slums these days, drifting between Epispect’s various agents to find a place to stay, disguising himself as a beginning trainer and praying to Arceus that maybe one day people will stop beating up on him.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Zero.
★ AGE: Sixteen.
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Samantha Black.
★ RP SAMPLE:
Meh. xD
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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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