Appearance: Mostly resembles the usual Bagon, but his skin tone leans towards a darker blue-green as opposed to a solid blue. The three gray ridges that cover the top of his head are also slightly smaller than normal.
Personality: Tusk isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Some of his approaches to conversation can sound more like confrontations rather than small talk, as he tends to speak rather directly and loudly. He doesn't go out of his way to make hostilities, but almost always prefers to resolve any problems with his own sort of diplomacy: bashing things in with his head. He will not hesitate to charge face first into the fray, and looks to live up to his father's legacy to, one day, be able to soar the skies. That being said, despite his daring attempts to look heroic, this Hasty nature can cause a world of trouble for missions with concrete plans. He trains everyday to meet his self-imposed steep expectations, and dislikes slackers of any magnitude.
Short Biography: Tusk was closely nurtured by his parents since early childhood as their second youngest child of four. He was rather insecure throughout his younger years, as he was often teased by his siblings for being the smallest one. He always looked up to his father, Skiff, a Salamence who had been a senior member of Scorch's Guild in the past before striking an early retirement after an incident led to his permanent inability to use his wings. While Skiff wanted his children to forage different paths in fear that they would suffer the same fate, Tusk was regaled by the enamored tales of his father's strength as a fighter and fame as an adventurer, wanting to make more out of his sheltered life in Cloudgate.
Though he was terrified from the stories of the Shade, Tusk felt that he belonged in the way of those who would help others affected by it, much to the chagrin of his family. He began to train every day by honing the sheer force behind his head, though it was done so in secrecy, for his father did not support it in the slightest. He would still lose out in scuffles against his older siblings, but only took those losses as more reason to smash large rocks every day. When the wind brought news of the legendary Scorch's return, he would go to seek out the recruitment drive for the exploration team against his father's wishes.
Move Set:
Headbutt
Bite
Rage
Leer
Equipment: N/A
Other: Tusk loves to be pet/nuzzled along his snout, but he refuses to admit or allow it.
Appearance: Mostly resembles the usual Bagon, but his skin tone leans towards a darker blue-green as opposed to a solid blue. The three gray ridges that cover the top of his head are also slightly smaller than normal.
Personality: Tusk isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Some of his approaches to conversation can sound more like confrontations rather than small talk, as he tends to speak rather directly and loudly. He doesn't go out of his way to make hostilities, but almost always prefers to resolve any problems with his own sort of diplomacy: bashing things in with his head. He will not hesitate to charge face first into the fray, and looks to live up to his father's legacy to, one day, be able to soar the skies. That being said, despite his daring attempts to look heroic, this Hasty nature can cause a world of trouble for missions with concrete plans. He trains everyday to meet his self-imposed steep expectations, and dislikes slackers of any magnitude.
Short Biography: Tusk was closely nurtured by his parents since early childhood as their second youngest child of four. He was rather insecure throughout his younger years, as he was often teased by his siblings for being the smallest one. He always looked up to his father, Skiff, a Salamence who had been a senior member of Scorch's Guild in the past before striking an early retirement after an incident led to his permanent inability to use his wings. While Skiff wanted his children to forage different paths in fear that they would suffer the same fate, Tusk was regaled by the enamored tales of his father's strength as a fighter and fame as an adventurer, wanting to make more out of his sheltered life in Cloudgate.
Though he was terrified from the stories of the Shade, Tusk felt that he belonged in the way of those who would help others affected by it, much to the chagrin of his family. He began to train every day by honing the sheer force behind his head, though it was done so in secrecy, for his father did not support it in the slightest. He would still lose out in scuffles against his older siblings, but only took those losses as more reason to smash large rocks every day. When the wind brought news of the legendary Scorch's return, he would go to seek out the recruitment drive for the exploration team against his father's wishes.
Move Set:
Headbutt
Bite
Rage
Leer
Equipment: N/A
Other: Tusk loves to be pet/nuzzled along his snout, but he refuses to admit or allow it.
I love Dragon Pokemon a ton, and Bagon was the first Shiny Pokemon that I ever encountered and caught. Also Bagon is really cute.
Thursday - April 18th, 2019 Hallways of Hyakusawa Academy
"Kohaku-senpai, am I in trouble? Please don't tell me-"
"Stop being a pain in the ass."
Minase Kohaku hated the difficult ones. They would never immediately listen to his direction, which wasted more of his time; he had better places to be than the school, after all, and the faster that the boy could see his quarry to the student council room, the sooner he could leave. Even if it was Gamma who always issued the requests, there were obviously plenty of reasons why the student council president would want to meet an individual student besides being in trouble. Over the years, he'd noticed how much Gamma truly cared about the school and its population that frankly, he couldn't see how it was even possible. He always made a point to sit down with every single student at least twice each year, discussing subjects ranging from any personal troubles to academic futures; it was all for the sake of their own good, after all. It was something that Minase respected from his best friend; meeting all those people took a hell of a lot of time and energy, something that he would've found too exhausting. He heard enough whining at the arcade and his work, anyway.
Of course, this distinction was something that these first-years wouldn't know. The moment that they heard 'student council president' was when they began to write their own insecurities. Minase dropped his shoulders with an agitated sigh, digging into his pocket for a notepad that contained a list of names that were crossed out except for the last one. Class 1-D, first-year, Sasaki Tohru... short girl with black hair. His vision darted between the scribbled note and the student before turning away from her, motioning the girl to come along. "Just... follow me, Sasaki-chan."
As he looked through the corner of his eye, Minase was relieved to see that Tohru was finally cooperating, albeit still reluctantly from the way she quaked in her steps. 'Smooth,' he buried both hands and sarcasm into his pockets, keeping to himself as he could feel a dozen eyes watch them turn down the hallway.
"Kohaku Minase?" "That's the Warden?" "He's kinda scary looking..." "I hear Nishimura-senpai makes him beat people up!" "A delinquent in the student council?" "Don't get in his way." "Shh!! ..or you're next!"
He didn't give a shit about what small talk and rumors other people tried to spread. His student council duties were one of the few things that Minase enjoyed; it was only Gamma and the others who truly cared about him, who truly accepted him. People enforced his image as the Warden of Hyakusawa Academy like it was a bad thing, yet if it was to uphold his best friends' virtues, he would gladly embrace that title. Ensuring that Tohru was still following him, they were eventually met by the warm smile of the student council president.
Very eloquently dressed beyond ordinary student standards, Nishimura Gamma stood a few inches shorter than him, roughly average in height. His features were well-sculpted and handsome, his neatly-combed black hair just shy of falling over dark blue eyes. His complexion was naturally darker compared to most, nearly considered exotic in that regard. Every aspect of his best friend's appearance screamed student council president. "You've done such a good favor for me, Minase. As always, I apologize for putting this responsibility on you."
"For you, it's no problem," Minase stepped off to the side to allow Tohru to come forward, seeing Gamma study the girl intently before looking back up to him in the ensuing awkward silence. "Well, uh... I'll leave you to the meeting. Smell ya tomorrow, Gamma."
Just before the boy could start towards the stairway, Minase felt a surprisingly firm hand plant down onto his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "Before you leave," the hushed voice of the student council president lingered close to his ear in a whisper. "For tomorrow..."
Friday - April 19th, 2019 Hallways of Hyakusawa Academy
Class was always a hit or miss for him. Depending on the content of the subject, Minase was only truly invested in their History teacher's lessons; on the flip side, he did not welcome the migraines that Mathematics wrought upon him. His grades weren't even too bad for someone who was as disinterested and allergic to studying as he was, and more often than not, he found himself being scolded by the faculty for not applying himself. The boy just didn't see a point to all of it if he was just going to end up competing with others for the chance of having a future, anyway.
When the time finally came for their dismissal, Minase was the first to gather his belongings and shuffle out of the classroom. Though, instead of throwing himself into the downpour, the boy perched his back against the wall parallel to the classroom's doorway, pulling out the notepad to see who he was looking for.
CLASS 2-D, SECOND-YEAR, CHIHARA SEIYA - BLACK HAIR WITH GRAY EYES
Chihara Seiya was in the same class as he was, though the boy only knew her by name and the fact that she was a rather quiet girl that his classmates often sought assistance from with their schoolwork. To Gamma's surprise, Minase didn't even know what she looked like other than his fairly useless notes. Just about every other girl has black hair, you dumbass. A finger tapped against his temple as the boy carefully looked over each person who exited the classroom, drawing an exasperated sigh before opting to call off his search for the day. The notepad in his hand cycled with a cell phone, tossing a quick text message to Gamma about postponing the meeting for tomorrow before watching a certain someone bump into a girl at the doorway.
"Don't scare off another student, please. The student council already has enough problems to squash." Minase chided in the direction of the half-blooded offender, shaking his head with disgust towards Kenichi Richards before disappearing down the stairwell. He was not particularly fond of the other boy, in part of their heritage but mostly from their history of causing trouble. With the thought starting to get on his nerves, Minase plugged in his earphones, shifting his mind to ponder on which arcade he would go to for the afternoon.
Haku (nickname with close friends), The Warden (given to him by students)
[Grade]
Second-year member of the student council
[Arcana]
The Devil
[Date of Birth]
June 8th, 2002
[Age]
Sixteen years old
[Appearance Information]
Slightly taller than his peers at 5'11, his lanky body weighs in at around 66kg, although the latter fluctuates quite often as Minase finds it difficult to gain weight. His fair complexion blends with the palish nuances in his skin tone. While his frame is on the slimmer side, he is actually quite athletic because of his natural traits; his lack of application is a personal choice. Light yellow eyes overlook his frequent lackadaisical expression. Minase prefers to wear comfortable attire outside of the traditional school uniforms, although he is an avid buyer of expensive clothing and accessories.
[Personality]
Minase has a perpetual gloomy outlook on life, viewing it as an endless cycle of boredom without an end. Outside of the odd day or two, the boy is unable to find excitement in everyday life, finding that searching for the latter is too exhausting. While he is not actually lazy with school or work, he seldom applies himself due to the lack of a spark, often finding that he is simply 'going through the motions' every day.
His abrasive, aloof, and direct manner of approach makes it hard for Minase to establish lasting friendships. Sometimes, he has trouble communicating his true thoughts, and they unintentionally come off as a blunt and rude statement; something like comforting someone could easily turn into "Get over it." He doesn't exactly mean to come off as a mean person, but refuses to admit either or. With no real plans for his future, Minase spends much of his money and time in various activities around the city in order to stay away from his home for as long as possible, notably addicted to the games at the arcade.
The little friendships that Minase has are mostly those with the student council, and is faithful in his bond with its president. His student council duties are among the few times where people may see his animated self, as he takes his role of 'the school's warden' quite seriously.
[Personal Background]
Born in the city of Naha in Okinawa Prefecture, Minase Kohaku was still very young when his family relocated to Osaka on the Japanese mainland. An only child to loving parents, he was a considerably happier and brighter boy during this time period, where he excelled in academics. Although his interests extended to sports activities, he was not allowed due to being born with a condition that caused him to bruise and bleed easily than others. His father was a pilot for the Japanese Air Force who also flew commercial flights for airlines outside of his military career. His mother had been working two jobs at the time when she met his father during her bartending stint, deciding to pursue her nursing career full-time after they were engaged.
His joy-filled life, among plenty of others, would take a turn for the worst when the American invasion of Japan followed the Great East Japan Earthquake. His father was called into service as the country attempted to mount a desperate defense against their invaders, and Minase was frequently transported from one city shelter to another as they suffered through all of the fighting. It was only after the ceasefire was signed that the nine year old was reunited with his father; in the form of an erected memorial to the lives that were lost. His relationship with his mother became increasingly distant as she never remarried, but instead, exchanged vows with bottles of alcohol.
In lieu to the damages inflicted upon much of Japan's infrastructure, Minase and his mother were moved to Nashiro to live with his aunt, and once school was reopened, the boy coasted through his last years of elementary school and his first year of junior high school in relative silence. It was during his second year of junior high school when he met his best friend, and a few years later, they would become members of Hyakusawa Academy's Student Council. His loyalty to his best friend and staunch approach to his duties have led other students to call him the Warden.
Mael stands at a modest 182 centimeters tall (or 5'11), and weighs around 79 kilograms (or around 175 pounds). He is said to bear a great resemblance to his grandfather in the latter's youth; his long facial features are well-sculpted, his strikingly natural charm attributed to his noble heritage. Many have observed that his thin eyebrows often narrow to give off sudden sharp expressions, his light blue eyes sharing that same articulation. He has medium to long, wavy dark brown hair that he prefers to comb back, going great lengths to style and preserve it each day. Spending plenty of his years basking in the sun, his skin complexion is moderately tan, considered an 'undesirable' trait for someone of his stature and background.
While Mael is a fairly slim person, his attention to conditioning has kept his body in a healthy, athletic shape, which he actively works to develop. He wears the standard Officer's Academy uniform in his own personal manner, preferring to keep the jacket loose and unbuttoned (similar to Sylvain) while folding the sleeves up to his elbows unless the weather is too cold or in the case of required formalities. He has tribal markings imprinted on his arms from the biceps to wrists, and wears a necklace with two colorful feathers and a keepsake attached.
[Personality]
Despite his heritage, Mael is unlike the usual pompous and superfluous attitude that most nobles portray towards their associates and subjects, preferring separation from formality in his everyday interactions. He has been a habitual troublemaker since early adolescence, never seeming to learn from all of the past scolding and reprisal. When the young man doesn't have the urge to scheme another one of his antics, he likes to take the passing days in stride, enjoying casual conversation behind a good meal. He is genuinely friendly and approachable, always looking to befriend others and be within the presence of his companions.
Though, when it comes to certain things such as sparring or contests of any sort, he can become fairly competitive against his rivals. Mael is devoted to his conditioning, possessing a strange fixation on becoming the strongest boxer and strengthening himself tirelessly to meet this ambition. To this end, he will accept any sort of challenge regardless of how ridiculous they may be, simply to prove his own power to himself, with the exception of monotonous tasks and chores.
[Personal History]
Born Maelys Ernst Pleiades, he is the grandson of Farfalle Roose Pleiades, the only Crest-bearing child of the noble family's bloodline. He was declared the heir to House Pleiades after his father, Bach, fell out of Farfalle's inheritance from the absence of their Crest. While Mael was considered his grandfather's child foremost than his own father, their enormous wealth removed any amount of difficulty from his upbringing, and the young boy found himself in the presence of caretakers and tutors more often than his own family. He would frequently prove to be a troublesome youth, for he would slip out of their extravagant abode to escape the 'boring' instruction against his grandfather's decree to play with the other children.
Through all of the stern reminders of the destiny set out for him, Mael accepted the inevitable responsibility of House Pleiades' future on his frail shoulders, however reluctant the boy may have been. His childhood was rife with marriage proposals and promised betrothals to many princesses due to their wealth, but Farfalle refused them all, citing anything short of perfection as meaningless to their name. At the age of ten, he was taken under the wing and personal instruction of his grandfather to undergo the Path of Pleiades, testing the mettle of his birthright when the time would come. Mael would be sent to the Officers Academy after his grandfather's sudden illness prevented the continuation of his grooming, where House Pleiades would await the return of a true man.
Mael stands at a modest 182 centimeters tall (or 5'11), and weighs around 79 kilograms (or around 175 pounds). He is said to bear a great resemblance to his grandfather in the latter's youth; his long facial features are well-sculpted, his strikingly natural charm attributed to his noble heritage. Many have observed that his thin eyebrows often narrow to give off sudden sharp expressions, his light blue eyes sharing that same articulation. He has medium to long, wavy dark brown hair that he prefers to comb back, going great lengths to style and preserve it each day. Spending plenty of his years basking in the sun, his skin complexion is moderately tan, considered an 'undesirable' trait for someone of his stature and background.
While Mael is a fairly slim person, his attention to conditioning has kept his body in a healthy, athletic shape, which he actively works to develop. He wears the standard Officer's Academy uniform in his own personal manner, preferring to keep the jacket loose and unbuttoned (similar to Sylvain) while folding the sleeves up to his elbows unless the weather is too cold or in the case of required formalities. He has tribal markings imprinted on his arms from the biceps to wrists, and wears a necklace with two colorful feathers and a keepsake attached.
[Personality]
Despite his heritage, Mael is unlike the usual pompous and superfluous attitude that most nobles portray towards their associates and subjects, preferring separation from formality in his everyday interactions. He has been a habitual troublemaker since early adolescence, never seeming to learn from all of the past scolding and reprisal. When the young man doesn't have the urge to scheme another one of his antics, he likes to take the passing days in stride, enjoying casual conversation behind a good meal. He is genuinely friendly and approachable, always looking to befriend others and be within the presence of his companions.
Though, when it comes to certain things such as sparring or contests of any sort, he can become fairly competitive against his rivals. Mael is devoted to his conditioning, possessing a strange fixation on becoming the strongest boxer and strengthening himself tirelessly to meet this ambition. To this end, he will accept any sort of challenge regardless of how ridiculous they may be, simply to prove his own power to himself, with the exception of monotonous tasks and chores.
[Personal History]
Born Maelys Ernst Pleiades, he is the grandson of Farfalle Roose Pleiades, the only Crest-bearing child of the noble family's bloodline. He was declared the heir to House Pleiades after his father, Bach, fell out of Farfalle's inheritance from the absence of their Crest. While Mael was considered his grandfather's child foremost than his own father, their enormous wealth removed any amount of difficulty from his upbringing, and the young boy found himself in the presence of caretakers and tutors more often than his own family. He would frequently prove to be a troublesome youth, for he would slip out of their extravagant abode to escape the 'boring' instruction against his grandfather's decree to play with the other children.
Through all of the stern reminders of the destiny set out for him, Mael accepted the inevitable responsibility of House Pleiades' future on his frail shoulders, however reluctant the boy may have been. His childhood was rife with marriage proposals and promised betrothals to many princesses due to their wealth, but Farfalle refused them all, citing anything short of perfection as meaningless to their name. At the age of ten, he was taken under the wing and personal instruction of his grandfather to undergo the Path of Pleiades, testing the mettle of his birthright when the time would come. Mael would be sent to the Officers Academy after his grandfather's sudden illness prevented the continuation of his grooming, where House Pleiades would await the return of a true man.
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