[u][b] Newton Natus [/b][/u]
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Age:36

History:
[hider]Being born and raised in Rustboro city as an ordinary working-class citizen quickly lead Newton to believe that his fate was pretty much sealed from day one. Newton, his Father, his Father's Father and the Father before him all spent their lives in servitude. Slaving away making ethers, potions, pokeballs... you name it and the Natus' family more than likely had a hand in its creation somewhere along the line. Before he was even a fully grown man Newton already felt trapped in a world that he had never chosen to be a part of, just another cog in the unstoppable industrial machine. He'd seen the wealthy and prestigious Fairfax family and everything they had and that's what he wanted, well... Maybe not quite that much. For someone in Newton's position, that low down the ladder, this dream was highly unrealistic, even he knew it. 

Working mindless, never-ending shifts each and every day through eventually made Newton weary. Before long he became slow and unimaginative, unable to dream of a life where he's even anywhere close to matching the Fairfaxes. After his mother's death, Newton decided enough was enough and booked a ticket to Slateport on the first ship he saw - the SS Lightning. It was on the Lightning that Newton had experienced true love for the first time; her name was Michelle, a young serving girl who made him feel alive again. After returning home from his first trip Newton found himself dodging work more frequently so that he could spend time with Michelle. On more than one occasion Newton spent his entire monthly savings on tickets. Tickets he didn't know the destination of until after he'd boarded, so long as Michelle was there it was money well spent in his eyes. 

The day that he got fired for skipping too much work was the same day that the Lightning, for the first time, wasn't in the harbour on schedule. After waiting for over three hours Newton decided to book a room at Rusty's, a quiet but well-known inn off the northern shores of Rustboro. When he turned on the bedroom's television his nightmares became a reality; the Lightning had crashed off the shores of Dewford. Among the long list of fatalities it only took one name to cause Newton to break down - Michelle Fairley; His Michelle. All of those long, passionate conversations that would go on forever with neither smile fading. The secret messages and inconspicuous flirting while she was at work. All of it would come to a crashing halt and it didn't take long for Newton to realise just how boring life would be without her.

With no job, no money and no Michelle he returned home from Rusty's to discover that his house had been repossessed. He had nowhere to live. Newton's previously dependable and caring father was old and senile by this point, taking residency in the local elderly home. Newton knew from this point on he was alone in the world, nobody would remember him or throw a party for him. Yet he didn't care about that anymore, the only thing he had cared about was taken from him.

At first he slept on the streets where the floors were hard and the factories would keep him awake. Then he moved to the woods where bugs would tirelessly harass him and picking the wrong berries to eat could result in death. Eventually he decided he was going to set up camp in the sewers. Nothing would bother him down there there; no noise, no bugs, no people. He didn't mind the sewers so much. It didn't take long for Newton to craft himself a comfortable enough bed out of empty bottles and wood and it was from the sewers that Newton was once again saved from despair. Only this time it wasn't a fellow human being that saved him.

The first time Newton met with Grump, as he took to calling his new friend, Newton thought he was done for - He'd never seen a Pokemon like it, a geletaenous mass of deep purple slime and sludge, wide-eyed and inquisitive it lazily slid towards Newton's makeshift bed. Before he could escape the mass was on him. Slithering, creeping slowly up his leg. Newton could feel the muscles of the blob contracting and relaxing again as it clambered on to his chest, squeezing more air out of him with each movement. At this point Newton pretty much accepted his grisly fate and went with it, there wasn't exactly much to go on living for. 

Then all of a sudden the blob's muscles relaxed, relieving the tension around Newton's chest and laying limply on top of him. When he was like this Grump could be moved and shaped and it didn't take long for Newton to start appreciating the extra warmth the Pokemon would provide. He didn't smell half as bad as he looked either, though Newton couldn't decide if his time in the sewers was affecting his ability to smell.

As his relationship with Grump grew, so did his ability to feel again and before long his creative side was back. The sewer he inhabited was now more of bachelor's pad, with working electricity and a flushing toilet. When he was finally happy with Grump and his new home he decided that his new friend needed some company. The problem was that Newton had never really been interested in Pokemon, truth be told he didn't have the time between working and tinkering. Sure, he used to visit the Gym every once in a blue moon to watch local trainers and travellers alike try their luck against Gaillard and his mighty Slaking but Newton always felt that he wouldn't have the time to properly care for a Pokemon. Yet time proved that Grump seemed happy enough to stick around, he always seemed to be content so long as Newton was near and Newton would grow to feel the same.

So Newton spent a few hours rummaging about in the bins of his old factory, there he would find the necessary parts to make a few pokeballs of his own. Newton's makeshift poke-balls seemed to do the trick just fine. The very first Pokemon he caught was a zigzagoon from route 104, with a dull grey cloak of messy fur it was a mangy looking thing. The beast was defiant at first, it even lunged for Newton but luckily Grump threw himself in the way - Newton was about to realise just what Grump was capable of. 

In an instant the poor sow was covered in mud and sludge. Distressed, she threw a flurry of lightning fast claws at Grump but the amorphous blob seemed to just take every hit as though the beast's razor sharp claws hurt no more than a couple of baby Combee bites. After about ten seconds of glorious mud shower and realising its situation the wild zigzagoon became panicked and without hesitation forcefully smashed her head into the belly of the blob. That was when Newton would learn another of life's many lessons - capturing wild Pokemon wasn't always as glamorous as people liked to make out. 

It happened just as quickly as it began - a bone-shattering crack, followed by the zigzagoon's upper half being released from Grump's clutch, he must have squeezed pretty hard for the struggling pup to go limp just like that. The poor thing lay their still as Grump slimed back towards the feet of Newton. Without a second thought Newton launched one of his makeshift poke-balls at the downed foe and the Pokemon was caught. It took a while for Miss Moans, as Newton named his new companion, to forgive Grump, weeks even. Eventually though, the two were inseparable (at least until Grump smelt too bad) and with the sheer delight the Muk expressed at having a Pokemon friend Newton knew his path - he was going to become a Pokemon trainer. 

Newton toyed with the idea of creating his own trainer gauntlet but soon realised the task was beyond his means. He'd have to go back to his home city and get the pesky thing from Gaillard; He'd seen the Rustboro city gym leader in action once or twice but never met the man in person. A man with dark, beige skin and striking black hair that hung to his waist, the complex braided patterns that the gym leader liked to tie into his hair would grow increasingly more intricate each time Newton saw him. He had a friendly face with bold eyebrows as dark as soot and a booming laugh, sometimes Newton could swear that he'd hear Gaillard laughing in his gym from down in the sewers which were located on the other side of the city, though he could never be certain.

Newton's return to Rustboro was met mostly with odd looks, a few of the people he'd seen had known him from his past life. They'd known him as the docile, mundane worker who'd show up to work before any of the rest of them and more times than not he'd end up being the last to leave. That was the Newton they remembered. Still, Newton was for the most part unfazed by what they'd say about him. It was the looks of disgust that they'd give Grump that caused Newton grief, he'd curse them under his breathe for their treatment of him but in the end he knew what he needed to do. Fighting with this lot of inconsiderate sobs wasn't it. 

Gaillard was the first person he met to actually treat Grump with a bit of decency, and it was him who taught Newton that Grump was a Muk. When the gym leader took the two out back to the dumps Newton was, to say the least, offended. It was only when Grump began joyously rummaging through the dumpsters and Gaillard joined in that Newton first felt in awe of the gym leader. Gaillard taught him that beauty truly is in the eye of the beholder, that all Pokemon and people are glorious in their creation alone and to have preconceptions about their behaviour based off of their physical appearance is the way of ignorance.

Acknowledging Grump's defensive nature over Newton, Gaillard gave Newton a gauntlet. The gym leader even admitted it was nice to see an elderly fella starting out on a new adventure. Newton didn't really know what to make of the comment at first but eventually decided the remark seemed innocent enough. The two were roughly the same age and neither of them were turning grey so it was probably meant in jest.

Next, Newton decided it was time to leave the sewers behind and caught a ride north to Fallarbor on the back of a trading galley. The port at Fallarbor was bustling with life but the crowds seemed more agitated than Newton remembered. The Fallarbor he remembered was full of polite, reserved folk; chivalrous men and dainty ladies that would rejoice at the idea of passing trade, Michelle once told him that a warm welcome was always guaranteed at Fallarbor. Yet here people indiscriminately pushed and shoved their way about the docks, everybody seemed busy and utterly without regard for their surroundings. Local shops and houses were either boarded up or in the process of being boarded up and the market looked like more like somewhere you'd go for a fight than to buy some fresh oranges. Fallarbor was changing. 

Newton didn't stay at Fallarbor for long, he overheard rumours about a mysterious gang in operation at Lavaridge and tales of at least two legendary Pokemon that were seen up in the fiery path. Thirsty for adventure Newton immediately made his way towards the commotion, with Grump at his side folks rarely bothered them during their day to day activities and it didn't take long for the duo to reach the pass. Newton didn't typically like letting Miss Moans out of her pokeball as she'd usually find a way to wriggle into Newton's pokeball sack and break apart a few of his creations but even the zigzagoon saw her fair share of freedom along the journey.

When he got to the fiery path there were no legendary Pokemon, at least none that Newton could find. Instead, a rusty old train carriage sat abandoned next to stacks and stacks of iron rail, a peculiar sight. Upon investigation Newton found a briefcase with some indecipherable blueprints inside, he reasoned nobody would need them anymore and put them in his sack. So that the trip wasn't entirely wasted he spent a couple of weeks living in the Rocky Mountains training his Pokemon. Keeping warm in the fiery pass wasn't an issue with the surrounding lavastone, rock that had been heated by the volcano below for hundreds and hundreds of years, and so that's where Newton set up camp. Even at night the pass glowed a dim red, it was truly a magical place.

On day three Newton saw it. The rumours were true - a fiery behemoth roaming about the rocks. It was magnificent. A mane of grey smoke and armoured plates protecting his flanks the Entei stood proudly on four muscular legs, each painted a luxurious coat of deep brown with flickering red streaks. It watched over the great southern pass where the view of Hoenn was spectacular. For three hours it stood, watching over the smaller mountain ranges below.

On the fourth hour Newton grew restless and decided to move a little closer to the fantastic beast, when he did he noticed its eyes were closed, its breathing heavy. It was asleep. But standing up? Newton scuffled through his sack, he could feel the mechanical remains of the poke-balls that Miss Moans had broken, luckily there was one ball left in tact. He threw it, hard and far but it hit the target and the Entei was spirited inside. For the first time since he'd known Grump Newton's companion seemed concerned, scared even. It was only then that he considered the possibility of the great dog escaping. How could he have been so stupid? He looked for an escape route, a way out, he'd spent at least ten minutes climbing to this point. Going back now wasn't an option.

Ting.

Breathing a huge sigh of relief Newton began his approach to the ball containing the legendary Pokemon inside, he'd thrown it a good thirty yards. As he got closer the ball jerked violently away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. Then again, this time back towards the safety of the mountain. When the ball jumped a third time Newton knew he needed to act quick or he'd risk losing his catch one way or another, he preyed it wasn't to the sixty foot drop that loomed opposite him.

'Miss Moans, Go!' 

When she emerged Miss Moans was leaner than ever, her claws longer and her teeth sharper. Newton knew that the Zigzagoon had evolved. Her previously dull, dark and grey fur turned a sea of nightly black with waves of glistening silver streaking through. Seeing the poke-ball darting about the place it wasn't long before Miss Moans caught her prey. She held the ball steadily in place as she scratched and tore at it's outer shell. With a Pokemon inside fighting to get out and a Pokemon outside fighting to get in Newton couldn't believe his luck when the struggle was over and the Pokemon was truly caught. 

The more time they spent in the fiery path the more Grump started to smell odorous, a pungent smell that even for Newton was hard to tolerate. With each passing day the stench grew and grew until even Miss Moans would refuse to leave her pokeball when the Muk was too close. Newton didn't want to risk letting Entei out until he had a replacement ball and didn't much like the idea of travelling without protection so Grump was kept out regardless. 

Newton figured it might've been the volcano's heat that was making Muk's stench worse and so they continued the journey to Lavaridge. It was there that Newton recognised a familiar face; Jonton Fairfax. The Fairfax bastard had left Rustboro a long time ago, Newton had never spoke to the man in person but could recall distant memories of seeing his unpleasant face, a face that was hard to forget. It was when the two were only teenagers attending a few of the Fairfax public appearances, always in the shadow of his brothers, uncanny considering even back then he was nearly the size of both of his brothers combined.

A humongous man, towering above all in his presence, he who shaves his entire head bald, eyebrows too. The behemoth had a gang of about twenty men about him, all wore basic military fatigues, desert camouflage with a silver V printed largely on the back. Newton observed Jonton for a couple of days, he learnt that Jonton was using an unmarked motorised scooter that he was entirely too large for, had a quick temper and that his word was final amongst the pack of dogs that followed him.

The V gang began demanding that the local trainers hand over their gauntlets. For Newton this wasn't a problem, he could throw any valuables he had onto grump who would then suck them into his main mass and spit them back up when Newton demanded. It made avoiding the hooligans easier than making a poke-ball for Newton. Others weren't so lucky though - most gave their gauntlets up after being defeated in battle, some didn't even need a battle to give theirs up and others were physically bullied but in the end Jonton had his way.

One day after following the gang back into the mountains a young trainer by the name of Garret refused to give his gauntlet. This was Jonton revealed his true nature, and his first Pokemon - a Machoke, strong and capable. The Pokemon wasn't quite the size of his monstrosity of a trainer but was an intimidating site nonetheless. The three small caterpies that Garret had claimed were a gift from his grandmother met their grisly fate in the machoke's terrifying, blue clutches. An ugly sight, yet Newton kept watching, silent in the shadows. He knew he couldn't overwhelm the gang alone.

When Garret refused once again to give his gauntlet the Liuetenant showed his true colours. He had the Machoke pin the young man to a nearby rock as he pulled a cleaver the size of his arm from the scooter behind him. Newton wanted to stop it but before he could reveal himself it was too late. Garret let out a howling scream as his gauntlet arm ripped free from his body and lay limply beside him, blood gushed from the wound and soaked the sand red. Garret's screams drowned out what the lieutenant said next, as he spoke he cleaned the blood from his cleaver and put it back onto the scooter. As quickly as it all began the motley crew slipped off into the mountains, following the gigantic shadow cast from the beast atop the scooter and leaving Garret for dead.

Newton had seen his fair share of dismemberment whilst working at the factory and without hesitation began making a small fire. Garret lay in a state of shock, clutching his stump and pretty much ignoring Grump who squelched about sadly near his feet. After cauterising Garret's wound and making a small campsite Newton knew he'd done all he could for the lad, who'd fainted by that point. Once again Newton knew his purpose - he needed to get back to Rustboro and warn Gaillard of what was happening at Lavaridge. He needed more allies and Gaillard would surely be among them.
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Appearance:

[hider]Newton was always fairly easy to miss in a large crowd, if it wasn't for his carefree choice of clothing he'd be impossible to find. He switched between two equally scruffy variations of brown and black breeches, both were about two sizes too big. On top he'd wear whatever simple, short-sleeved shirt he could find beneath his favourite grey zipper hoody - a gift from Michelle and the only item of clothing he owned that fitted him properly. He always packed light and didn't wash as often as he'd like. All things considered an outsider might describe his attire as resembling a runaway-homeless teenager.

His face is pretty ordinary, he has a wide chin and friendly eyes. His hair is a sandy brown colour with short unruly curls that betray his once perfect hairline. He has an average stature and is appears dirty and scruffy more times than not. Despite this he has good teeth and with a wash and a shave scrubs up quite well. [/hider]

Family:

[hider]Benjen Natus - Father - Rustboro Retirment Centre

Newton visits his father every few months, the two were never really close. Slowly losing his mind it won't be long before he can't remember his own son. [/hider]

Possible NPCs of reference:

[hider]Garret Huntingham - Saved by Newton near Lavaridge town, didn't speak with Newton due to the circumstances but would definately recognise the mysterious man who saved his life if he saw him again.

Hartwin Fairfax - The youngest of four Hartwin is often left with the work otherwise deemed undesirable by his older siblings, factory management was one of these roles. Hartwin was always firm but fair and was unusually supportive of Newton when the Lightning had crashed. He managed to keep Newton on unpaid leave for two months, he hoped that Newton would return to the factory. Hartwin told Newton personally that the Natus family's hard work over the generations was unmatched and even offered a hefty raise but in the end his efforts were futile. [/hider]

Party:

[hider]Grump (Muk) - Putrid Perception: Muk smells increasingly more offensive as he perceives danger.
Poison
4'3" (1.3m) - 140lbs (64kgs)

The first Pokemon ever to catch its trainer. Fiercely protective, loyal and possessive. Will often throw away items picked up by Miss Moans - in Grump's mind whenever Newton isn't spending time with him it's time wasted. That includes when his trainer is tinkering and creating.

In battle he's equally as protective over his allies, Grump would always be throwing himself in the way of projectiles meant for Miss Moans and more times than not just shrug it off. Against quicker Pokemon this strategy didn't work so well, Grump often reacted slowly outside of battle, inside battle he was much the same. A defensive powerhouse who loves nothing more than to make the biggest mess he possibly can. Newton had to hand back the prize money from his first trainer battle after Grump had drenched the opposing trainer's son in sludge, cost the pair a whole day's bug-catching they said. A memory Newton would sooner forget. 

Moveset:[hider]

Field: Poison Gas, Belch.
Standard: Stockpile, Swallow, Spit Up, Gastro Acid.
Battle: Acid Armor, Sludge Bomb, Toxic, Acid Spray, Sludge Wave, Substitute.
Occasional:Harden, Venom Drench, Taunt, Mud Bomb, Mud slap.
Sacrificial: Minimise, Venoshot.[/hider]

Miss Moans (Linoone) Pick Up
Normal
1'1" (0.5m) - 64lbs (31kgs)

When Newton caught a zigzagoon it was mainly to test out if his pokeballs were sturdy enough to survive a beating. Little did he know what a great travelling companion he'd caught. When she isn't rummaging through Newton's sack breaking apart his pokeballs the Linoone wanders about the area picking up various bits and bobs, most of which Newton finds a use for. She tolerates Grump but isn't afraid of showing the big blob a lesson or two if he gets too invasive of her personal space. Fearless for her size.

In battle Miss Moans is quick, real quick. She can strike hard for her size and she can strike multiple times in quick succession. She's a sly minx who isn't afraid of toying with her enemies emotion and capitalising on the first unsuspecting foe to underestimate her. However, Miss Moans doesn't take hits quite as well as she can dish them out and has been known to display overconfidence in her own ability once or twice.

Moveset: [hider]

Field: Tail Whip, Odor Sleuth.
Standard: Scratch, Slash, Bite, Attract, Hone claws, Quick Attack.
Battle: Fury Swipes, Double Edge, Bestow, Covet, Retaliate, Substitute, Pursuit.
Occasional: Sand attack.
Sacrificial: Toxic, Last Resort.[/hider]

??? (Ditto) Colour Change | Imposter
Normal
1'0" (0.4m) - 8.8lbs (4kgs)

Moveset:

Field: Transform
Standard:Transform
Battle: Transform 
Occasional: Transform
Sacrificial: Transform ;)

Newton's yet to meet his newly acquired Ditto. [/hider][/hider]
Still to do - notable items and add picture to appearance.