Johnathan "Cash" Hickson
"I like to think I'ma good 'nuff guy. I treat ladies right, let men go about their business. Usually I just keep quiet and move along, but if you really oughta know stranger, I'm ain't here to play 'round. Now get, I think I see some IPF comin'."
Born in a backwater town called "Little Rock" a hundred or so miles from the gleaming city of Haven, Johnathan was raised an honest man. One who was expected to be humble and fear the god almighty who was watchin' down on 'em, his mama used to say. Being the boy of a farmer and a housewife, either you get a hankerin' to go about or you become so dulled that you stick around and let the cycle go full circle. As far back as Johnathan can remember, he thinks of his youth and how he always wanted to run for the dunes. Usually he thought of this as he sat against the windowsill, his forehead pressed onto the glass which was usually nearly as cold as the outside, which at night varied from the low twenties to the high negative thirties. In one ear, he'd wear an ear bud from his several decade outdated music player which would run through the music that he'd fallen in love with since he stole this device from his neighbor. Johnny Cash and AC/DC were the ones that stuck with him, the ones that made him want to kick up and get the fuck out. Exactly what he did a few weeks after he turned sixteen. "Mama, I ain't no son of god, I ain't no farmer, and all else, I ain't stickin' round here," was the last he said to his mother while his father was out tending to the fields. He fell onto the motorbike, kicking it to life and waited a brief few seconds to start up before he nuked the throttle and shot off leaving a trail of dust in his wake.needed
Since that day, he's takin' to, as he likes to call it, 'bank withdrawals' and 'lightening the train's load'. For a few months, he was considered a no name and was relatively ignored among the wastes (as he referred to the deserts), until the day he saw an offer to good to pass up. A steel serpent snaked through the sandy dunes, the IPF banner emblazoned on its side, lettin' the whole damn world know something was in it and whatever that something was, must've been good. Johnathan, or as he was better known now, Cash, sent his bike into full throttle auto-pilot along the side of the roaring metal beast with a belly lined with gold. "C'mon, honey," He mumbled, going into his backpack to pull out a set of electromagnetic locks and his fusion cutter all linked up to a large battery on his back. He slowly stood up, getting his balance while avoiding looking at the ground moving past his feet swift as lightening. And he jumped. His arms flailed through the air, the locks coming to life mid way, zipping toward the metal hull which his entire body slammed against. Using the locks, he would turn one off and then turn it back on, climbing his way onto the top of the train. Once he had his grip on the top, he went to his cutter, snapping his head down so that the black-out glasses would protect him from the forthcoming light. The plasma cutter seared away at the metal slowly, taking nearly ten minutes for him to cut a circular hole large enough for him to fit through. He gave it a few minutes to cool before sliding in to a mostly empty car. Though there was one piece that did catch his eye, all hooked up against the side of the car. It was known as a set of power armor. More specifically, a set of the mythical 'Jericho Battle Armor' which most people had never even seen. For Cash though, seeing it just wouldn't cut it. He wanted- No. Hethat suit.Cash
A few days later, there was a known message shot across most news services, IPF stations, saloons, etc. A man was wanted for grand treason, grand theft, welding without a permit, assaulting a conductor, and antagonizing IPF forces. There was a picture accompanying the news feed of the location where the suit had once been. Now there was only a message burned into the wall, accompanied by a large hole a few meters to the left. It read: "So long and thanks for the sweet gear. Love,."
The bounty for his head is currently the seventh highest on the boards, though the only detail known about him is his alias "Cash." Currently, the set of Jerricho Battle Armor hangs up on a wall in Cash's bar, "The Iguana" in the city of Vega, which is sixty-seven miles away from Haven. Only reason Cash hasn't bothered giving that power armor a run is because he can't for the life of him couldn't figure out how to get the damn thing to work.
.44 caliber dual action revolver
The "Kriss". Fully automatic, modified to fire .44 caliber rounds
Verdanturf Town, Hoenn
His mother is a Nurse at the Poke-center and his father is a fisherman. He first became inspired to train pokemon after seeing a contest for the first time, when a ludicolo was dancing around giving the crowd a blast. Soon after, he grew excited about the prospect of training pokemon and would spend everyday of his freetime trying to capture pokemon until oneday he stumbled upon a Lotad who was trying to jump on his head. Soon after, he caught his other two pokemon and after nagging his parents relentlessly, he convicned them to let him go to the academy.
He's friendly and like to have fun, partly the reason why the first pokemon he caught is a future Ludicolo. He loves to goof around and get into mischief, which has gotten him in trouble with teachers a lot, but he always bounces back. If a situation calls for it, he will be very empathetic and he hates to see people sad.
-Most genres of music, except honky-tonk country. His favorite is rock, both new and old
-Dancing. He's not the best, but he has fun
-Helping people raise their pokemon
-Steak and Cheese sandwiches
-The color yellow
Lotad - Bozo
Absorb, Bubble Beam, Raindance, Zen Headbutt
Bozo's name was justly given as he seems to believe his duty in life is to sit on Sven's head at any given opportunity. When he meets a new person, he will try to climb up onto Sven's head and hop onto the new person's head as his way of greeting them. He is Sven's closest pokemon because he was the first one Sven caught after Sven saw a Ludicolo perform in the former contest hall in his hometown.
Vulpix - Moot
Will-O-Wisp, Overheat, Quick Attack, Fire Spin, Rest
Moot likes to do one of two things; explore or sleep. Whenever Notch is out, Moot will try to imitate the position of Notch's eye by blinking back and forth between eyes. When out of her pokeball, she tries to sleep in Sven's lap at any chance.
Duskull - Notch
Meanlook, Curse, Calm mind, Shadow ball, Night Shade,
She is the counter to the happy Lotad, usually quiet and observing. She has a great affection for it's master as well at Moot. Whenever she is out of her pokeball, she will either always keep in touch with Sven's leg or stay directly behind Moot. She is incredibly timid, except when it comes to battling in which she completely comes out of her shell.
His number one goal is to evolve Bozo into a ludicolo.
While at school, he mainly wants to focus on Pokemon Biology, Breeding 101, Ethology, Evolution, Pokemon Care 101 because while he is not a bad trainer, he doesn't enjoy fighting and most of his pokemon aren't over-enthusiastic about it.[/spoiler]
He often wears a long overcoat which extends to his knees during most of the year, only taking it off during summer. He always wears a vest with his six core pokemon on him and in his coat are many other pokemon, because he dislikes cramming them into the storage boxes.
Born and raised in Viridian City, Kanto, Alexander spent most of his childhood traveling Kanto and climbing his way through the rankings, taking down gym leader after gym leader. He never went on to the elite four, finding them to not be worth the endeavor and would then travel to a new region to take on all the gyms and repeat the process, methodically crushing trainers and gym leaders alike. By the age of twenty-six, he had defeated every gym leader in the known regions and had moved on to attempting to capture every pokemon known to man. Since then he has taken up the job of teaching “capture techniques” in order to fund his searches for the rarer of pokemon and he has become known as one of the best teachers in the subject. Now he has taken up working in the pokemon academy because of a rumor of there being a very unique pokemon on the island. In his spare time he often toys around with pokeballs, having spent much of his time while traveling to examine the workings of pokeballs, so that he can make his more powerful or more capable than the modern series
Hetrosexual, but is uninterested in any relationships
He is very professional, but tries to be kind to his students as well. He is often very quiet outside of the classroom, choosing to focus on his life goal instead of social obligations. He is known to take on students for pet projects and gives them special attention.
-Limiting the amount of pokemon he keeps with him
-Having to deal with other people
Moveset: Earthquake, Megahorn, Hammer Arm, Protect, Rock Smash, Strength
History: Kratos, named after the Greek god of war, was found by Alexander as a Rhyhorn that was busy chewing through electrical wires, trying to find mushrooms in a field. He was completely oblivious to any sort of pain from the shocks and continued digging until it found its snack, which turned out not to be mushrooms but a very displeased Parasect. Alexander noticed a Paras and dragged it over to the feeding Rhyhorn, who hungrily ate it up and then took to following Alexander like a puppy. Since that day, Alexander has always kept Kratos by his side.
Moveset: X-Scissor, Iron Head, Metal Claw, Iron Defense, Swords Dance, Quick Attack
History: Alexander found Shredder, named after the main villain of his favourite cartoon, when he was exploring the Kanto safari and stumbled upon Scyther. Alexander immediately dumped all of his food on the ground and tossed a rock at the Scyther, causing her to go berserk and charge him. That is, until it stumbled on the food and then dropped to the ground, hungrily devouring all of it until her stomach was bound to burst. Once the Scyther seemed pleased, Alexander pulled out his pokeball and captured the Scyther -now Scizor-, no strings attached. Shredder typically stays out of her pokeball when Alexander is not indoors and follows behind him quietly.
Moveset: Sleep Powder, Petal Dance, Solar Beam, Mega Drain
History: Alexander caught Kratos in mid bite on a vileplume who managed to release spores which knocked out Kratos without any effort. Alexander was so impressed by this pokemon’s powerful spores that he captured him and nicknamed him Sandman because of how little effort he took to make other pokemon go to sleep.
Moveset: Thunder Wave, Fury Cutter, Thunderbolt, Cut, Struggle Bug, Flash
History: Fuzz was found as a Joltik that was clinging to Kratos’s back trying to shock the everloving fuck out of him, to no avail. When Shredder tried to remove the feisty critter, she was shocked so severely that she was unable to move for nearly a week after. Alexander, one he was done laughing, caught the pokemon and raised it carefully so that it would make an excellent addition to his core team.
Moveset: Powder Snow, Taunt, Icy Wind, Headbutt
History: Discovered in a snowstorm while Alexander was exploring a series of mountain ranges with Shredder, Queen made herself known by freezing Shredder and trying to freeze him. Shredder managed to break free and attack the Froslass, beating it until it was unable to stand, though by that time Shredder was incredibly injured as well. Alexander couldn’t resist adding such a tenacious fighter to his arsenal and took her in.
Moveset: Toxic, Giga Impact, Venoshock, Bug Bite, Schreech, Dig
History: Slick joined the team when Alexander found it and had Froslass freeze it. Though this was after it burst from the ground, poisoned Kratos and knocked out Sandman. Froslass managed to freeze him with relative ease by freezing a layer of poisonous liquid which he vomited on himself to poison anything he came in direct contact with. He is extremely rowdy and is only released from his pokeball when Alexander needs a ferocious force.
He tends to have many more pokemon on him at all time, though the mentioned pokemon are his core group.
Goes by Joker
1.7 Meters ("5'7")
Adrian is thin with a semi-muscular build.
His skin is very lightly tanned from the little sun exposure he has on a daily basis.
Short, though poorly cut due to Adrian maintaining his hair with a knife
Due to a lack of shaving equipment and a personal choice to not share razors, he's a thin layer of jet black facial hair.
Much like the picture, Adrian's ears poke out just slightly and his nose is slightly larger than normal. Though unlike the picture, his teeth are no longer white as snow, but have been touched with a faint yellow from lack of most hygiene products from the old world. On his right upper arm is a tattoo of a joker wielding a throwing knife and a hand grenade. His left palm has a long diagonal scar from accidentally catching a knife at the bladed end.
- Glasses - Adrian's vision is 46 21 and he wears glasses which if broken would leave him at a severe disadvantage. He does have a second pair of glasses, though they're a weaker prescription and have a warped frame.
- Unskilled in fire arms - Adrian has never shot a rifle in his life and due to the necessity of not wasting rounds, he has no intention on trying to learn.
- One for all - Adrian has an almost reckless tendency when with a group of people he cares for. Should things begin to go south, e.g. a horde of undead attack, raiders are in pursuit, etc. He will volunteer to go out and attempt to distract the hostiles in order to give his allies enough time to gain some distance.
- Insomniac - While Adrian is a quick thinker, a lack of sleep does dull his mind. He is unable to sleep while the sun is down and has trouble sleeping when he can see sunlight so more often than not, he operates on four hours of sleep.
- Adrian often rolls his joints, shoulders, and jaw. If he doesn't for a prolonged period, his joints/neck/back/shoulders/jaw begin to get stiff and ache.
- He also cracks his knuckles, wrists, neck, and back. When he doesn't for a prolonged period, the same as above happens.
- Adrian has an oral fixation and will often be chewing on something, be it a toothpick, cigar, bit of plastic, lollipop, etc.
On July ninth, 1993, a day unlike any other to most of the world, a new human named Adrian White was brought into this world. This day was a big day for Adrian. His parents belonged to the lower-Upper class community in Vermont, having a fairly large pile of money sealed away in their bank accounts. He spent much of his youth having his love bought by his mother and father who were far too busy with their respective accounting and law firm to make time for him. Having a common interest with most young boys, Adrian wanted to learn to play with knives. Within days of expressing his interest, his father hired him a trainer who would practice with him four days a week after returning home from school. By thirteen Adrian won his first county-wide throwing competition, by fifteen a state wide competition, and by sixteen he placed third in a nation wide competition. When choosing a school for higher education, he wanted to keep local and was encouraged by his father to pursue a career in law. Naturally, he chose the University of Richmond, but education mostly sat on the back burner as he continued to pursue prestige in the knife and tomahawk throwing community. Each year he entered the World Knife and Tomahawk Throwing Championships and in his freshman and sophomore year he bombed in the competition, not even making it into the top ten. His junior year, due to nearly flunking some of his courses he chose to focus on his studies lest his father stop paying for his education. In his senior year he entered for what he feared may have been a last time. He placed second. Sure, it wasn't first. Sure, he wasn't the best. But second? That's pretty fucking good.
The outbreak happened shortly after Adrian received his degree and for awhile Adrian chose to stick in his home and wait, though his parents never returned home from work. They didn't believe that the outbreak would reach them. They were probably dead now. Adrian eventually left his home to search for survivors and spent much of his time hiding in the shadows, climbing on roof tops, avoiding any contact he could, even though he had every single tomahawk and knife that he owned on his person, as well as a bit of survival gear that he convinced his father to buy him a few birthdays back. Eventually, he stumbled into the Caravan and volunteered to be a scavenger (forager as they liked to call it). So far he's yet to lose anything. Still, there's plenty of way till they get to whatever haven it is they're supposed to be going to.
- SOG firestarter/sharpener.
- Six SOG black tactical tomahawks, each in a hard nylon sheath.
- Fifteen black Gil Hibben throwing knives, each with a nylon sheath.
- 3L (100 oz) camelbak which is usually stored within his back pack.
- A gray waterproof COVRT backpack. Within his backpack is a three spare pairs of socks, three plain white shirts, three pairs of underwear (boxer briefs), and a back up pair of BDU lightweight tactical pants. Each is sealed in a plastic Ziploc bag. He also has three bottle of 150 tablet extra-strength Tylenol to treat frequent headaches/migraines.
- A multi-tool consisting of a fork, knife, spoon, and can opener.
- Olive combat boots with steel toes.
- A custom-made black combat vest made to hold four tomahawks and ten throwing knives with ease of access.
- A lockpick gun which makes the process of breaking into things much faster and quieter.
- Fifty waterproof matches.
- Water-resistant durable stainless-steel analog watch.
- An air horn which was originally intended to be used to get attention from someone, which will now be used should he need to make/be a distraction.
- A black leather wallet with his I.D. cards and 342 USD (though it's rather useless now).
- A ASUS U36JC ultra thin laptop with a 33.7cm (13.3in) screen and a terabyte hard-drive. In the laptop there are around sixty movies, twelve modern games, every single pokemon game (played via emulator), nearly two hundred books, and around seventy gigabytes worth of porn.
- A pair of skull candy ear buds.
- A cleaning cloth for both his knives, his tomahawks, and his glasses.
- Agile - Adrian, before the outbreak, practiced parkour with his mates in his spare time. From this practice, he has become quite able to move quickly on his feet and overcome many urban obstacles he encounters.
- Blades-man - Prior to the outbreak, Adrian was a competitive knife and tomahawk thrower. Because of this, he is very skilled in a variety of bladed weapons and is able to put that skill to far more use in this new world filled with the undead.
- Realist - Adrian handles situations one at a time, taking on what's in front of him and judging it solely from the perspective of what will happen and not 'what if'. His judgement is rarely clouded by flights of fancy and because of that, he's able to maintain a composure and figure out solutions to more likely problems.
- Quick witted - Adrian is as quick in his mind as he is on his feet.