Post by doctorplague on Jan 2, 2012 21:13:24 GMT -5
{desc=Anti-Hero of Cheyenne}
Full Name: Myles Miko
Aliases: The Parished Child, or Shinu Ko
Gender: Male
Preference: Ghost-Type Pokemon
Age: 45 [05/25]
Appearance: In traditional plague doctor robes, a cloak that sways jaggedly into the night, this street wondering anti-hero strikes fear into the hearts of all late night stalker and predatory walkers. Though, he appears in what was once a cleansing outfit for ridding vermin, his appearance, much like he reason, is much less understandable. He arrives in a dark leather, crow-like mask with iron-worked eyes that are hardly approachable; He wears a seemingly heavy cloak, but manages to move silently in the dark; everything beneath these robes is cached away in mystery as thick as memory. Despite his frightening physique, his crackling mechanical voice is the worst part and rarely heard. Unless, he smiting you and your beliefs or purging you of your sins. There is so much fallen to ash in the world, making his appearance is the least of its problems.
Sometimes, but very rarely, you can see a man with long brown, greying hair, cold cyan eyes, dressed in a military jacket some black pants and a burgundy paisley shit. Believe it or not, this is the casual Perished Child. However, nobody knows.
Background:
Most regions have two teams and they generally oppose each other at all times ~ butting heads until the heads of the earth. Tartarus hears their skirmishes loud and clear. That being said, once, long ago, The Perished Child was innocent and naive and corralled alongside the righteous side, the good side: Team Zenith.
For a while, he believed team Zenith to be the the greatest and most helpful cause around, but, upon an encounter with a valuable and dangerous member of team Neuter, he changed his mind. The member, being wickedly intelligent, wormed through his easily corrupted mind and told him he could do so much more. He explained that, though the leader of Zenith were indeed helping people, it was all for some self-righteous cause to feel better about themselves. How could that be good? How could so many people die for them for something so selfish? It just couldn't be good. He tried to juxtapose the two teams pros and cons, but at least Neuter acted with some drive, acted with some integrity. They wanted a brave new world, and felt that destruction was the only way; they'd rebuild their world from the aches, when it was at its lowest.
It was then, when the boy of only eleven years approached the leader of Zenith, that he understood everything. He understood that he wasn't aloud to leave, that they needed him and they'd do anything to stop him. If they hadn't let him sleep on his decision, he could have been killed. However, that night, he did the unthinkable. Capturing an innocent child in exact hight, weight, and general appearance, he mutilated the boy and dressed him as himself. In their mind, the boy named Myles Miko had died, and they were safe of exposure. They They were safe of leading nothing more than an organized crime. They were capturing vulnerable ambitious children, contracting them, and making them fight ~ but they trained them too well.
Leaving the region, he became cold and ambition-less. He had no reason to live with the things he'd seen and the friends of Zenith he'd lost ~ people he'd grown to care about turned against him. It was his perfectly created life, destroying in matter of hours. At twenty two, he tried to hand himself on the west-bridge of Unova. However, he was stopped by a ghost Pokémon who'd done the same. A mature, caring, life-friend who took the form of a Shuppet in death. For hours, he tried to convince him and he learned to appreciate life. Even better, he learned to cherish it and killed the boy that he once was. He perished that child, vanquishing it like a spectre of the past. Now, he was something new, leaving behind all those once calculated ambitions and powerful Pokémon. Now he wanders n secret under a new identity and vows to keep people secure ~ safe from corrupted and danger. Though, sometimes, his methods are a little violent and unorthodox.
Personality:
The Perished Child has a major security blanket, which, over the years, has made him very anti-social. His mask, always hiding his face, has almost destroy everything that he was ~ including compromising. He just doesn't do that; if he sees something wrong, he changes it or eliminates it. Meaning, out of costume, he's not very good with the ladies or laddies. He's scary, grubby, fit and is the kind of guy you'd avoid in a dark ally. Also, he had this ex-rockstar kind of vibe that makes him seem interesting, but he's never available to talk, nor would he want to.
Around Pokemon, however, especially Ghost-Pokemon, he's quite comfortable. He sees in them what he likes about people, wisdom, experience, and intelligence. He's definitely more brain than heart on the outside, but this tortured soul is more than soft when you strip the layers of costume. The costume and mask make him discreet as he believes most hero, or anti-hero's, should be. He doesn't consider himself a hero, but he just can't tolerate evil. He's a good guy, but he does some scary things. Also, surprisingly, he can really hold his liquor. Don't play drinking games with this nut-job or you'll find yourself out-witted, exhausted, possibly bludgeoned, and with a deadly hang over.
Info:
My pre-starter will be the Shuppet in my history.[/center]
Full Name: Myles Miko
Aliases: The Parished Child, or Shinu Ko
Gender: Male
Preference: Ghost-Type Pokemon
Age: 45 [05/25]
Appearance: In traditional plague doctor robes, a cloak that sways jaggedly into the night, this street wondering anti-hero strikes fear into the hearts of all late night stalker and predatory walkers. Though, he appears in what was once a cleansing outfit for ridding vermin, his appearance, much like he reason, is much less understandable. He arrives in a dark leather, crow-like mask with iron-worked eyes that are hardly approachable; He wears a seemingly heavy cloak, but manages to move silently in the dark; everything beneath these robes is cached away in mystery as thick as memory. Despite his frightening physique, his crackling mechanical voice is the worst part and rarely heard. Unless, he smiting you and your beliefs or purging you of your sins. There is so much fallen to ash in the world, making his appearance is the least of its problems.
Sometimes, but very rarely, you can see a man with long brown, greying hair, cold cyan eyes, dressed in a military jacket some black pants and a burgundy paisley shit. Believe it or not, this is the casual Perished Child. However, nobody knows.
Background:
Most regions have two teams and they generally oppose each other at all times ~ butting heads until the heads of the earth. Tartarus hears their skirmishes loud and clear. That being said, once, long ago, The Perished Child was innocent and naive and corralled alongside the righteous side, the good side: Team Zenith.
For a while, he believed team Zenith to be the the greatest and most helpful cause around, but, upon an encounter with a valuable and dangerous member of team Neuter, he changed his mind. The member, being wickedly intelligent, wormed through his easily corrupted mind and told him he could do so much more. He explained that, though the leader of Zenith were indeed helping people, it was all for some self-righteous cause to feel better about themselves. How could that be good? How could so many people die for them for something so selfish? It just couldn't be good. He tried to juxtapose the two teams pros and cons, but at least Neuter acted with some drive, acted with some integrity. They wanted a brave new world, and felt that destruction was the only way; they'd rebuild their world from the aches, when it was at its lowest.
It was then, when the boy of only eleven years approached the leader of Zenith, that he understood everything. He understood that he wasn't aloud to leave, that they needed him and they'd do anything to stop him. If they hadn't let him sleep on his decision, he could have been killed. However, that night, he did the unthinkable. Capturing an innocent child in exact hight, weight, and general appearance, he mutilated the boy and dressed him as himself. In their mind, the boy named Myles Miko had died, and they were safe of exposure. They They were safe of leading nothing more than an organized crime. They were capturing vulnerable ambitious children, contracting them, and making them fight ~ but they trained them too well.
Leaving the region, he became cold and ambition-less. He had no reason to live with the things he'd seen and the friends of Zenith he'd lost ~ people he'd grown to care about turned against him. It was his perfectly created life, destroying in matter of hours. At twenty two, he tried to hand himself on the west-bridge of Unova. However, he was stopped by a ghost Pokémon who'd done the same. A mature, caring, life-friend who took the form of a Shuppet in death. For hours, he tried to convince him and he learned to appreciate life. Even better, he learned to cherish it and killed the boy that he once was. He perished that child, vanquishing it like a spectre of the past. Now, he was something new, leaving behind all those once calculated ambitions and powerful Pokémon. Now he wanders n secret under a new identity and vows to keep people secure ~ safe from corrupted and danger. Though, sometimes, his methods are a little violent and unorthodox.
Personality:
The Perished Child has a major security blanket, which, over the years, has made him very anti-social. His mask, always hiding his face, has almost destroy everything that he was ~ including compromising. He just doesn't do that; if he sees something wrong, he changes it or eliminates it. Meaning, out of costume, he's not very good with the ladies or laddies. He's scary, grubby, fit and is the kind of guy you'd avoid in a dark ally. Also, he had this ex-rockstar kind of vibe that makes him seem interesting, but he's never available to talk, nor would he want to.
Around Pokemon, however, especially Ghost-Pokemon, he's quite comfortable. He sees in them what he likes about people, wisdom, experience, and intelligence. He's definitely more brain than heart on the outside, but this tortured soul is more than soft when you strip the layers of costume. The costume and mask make him discreet as he believes most hero, or anti-hero's, should be. He doesn't consider himself a hero, but he just can't tolerate evil. He's a good guy, but he does some scary things. Also, surprisingly, he can really hold his liquor. Don't play drinking games with this nut-job or you'll find yourself out-witted, exhausted, possibly bludgeoned, and with a deadly hang over.
Info:
My pre-starter will be the Shuppet in my history.