HUMAN, connor graves

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connor graves male & 21 & bisexual & human & neutral & breeder appearance His hair is red, with a slight wave to it. He keeps it short, primarily to keep it manageable. His eyes are a medium green, caught between light and dark, with a near constant spark. Mischief, perhaps? He stands a quarter of an inch under six feet, but as lanky as he is he's hardly an imposing figure. This suits him. He has light skin, with a spattering of freckles, most noticeably scattered across his nose though they can also be found elsewhere. Conn's body language is noticeably very fluid and fast paced. He is, perhaps noticeably, lacking in any sort of scars or markings. Not even broke a bone. Lucky, perhaps. personality POSITIVE NEGATIVE LIKES observant confident open minded pragmatic playful creative unmotivated pessimistic deceitful manipulative unrepentant hypocritical lazy mornings gullible people being wanted having a secret that's just his curing someone else's boredom DISLIKES FEARS HABITS clingy people apologies goodbyes routine self reflection beedrill high expectations mirroring body language lying about himself leading people on for his own gain history Conn was six at the time the war ended, but if he remembers anything at all from that time, he says otherwise. Then again, he has proven it in his nature to lie, now hasn't he? For those unaware, even when spinning true stories Conn has proven himself an unreliable narrator. That's just fine. There are always facts to fall back on. The fact of the matter is that Conn lost his father in the war. That's a soft way of putting it, tailored for polite company. This has always been the way his mother addressed the death of her husband. Conn was lucky, he's been told. Some children lost both parents. Too many children didn't survive at all. The boy appeared to accept this without much question. For almost as long as Conn has been alive, his mother has been a severe and tenacious but overall kind woman who had a peculiar yet benevolent bond with ghost type pokemon. After the war ended, she resurfaced from hiding with her son to help with the rebuilding in Iron City, primarily playing the part of a voice in the background offering comfort and guidance along with her own efforts toward rebuilding both civilization and her own life. This is where he has spent most of his life.  Conn was a quiet child, unresponsive to most adult attempts to connect with him. Even at such a young age, he seemed to sense that they wanted something from him and the other children. To be their sign of hope, their reason to rebuild, perhaps some light amid the dark times or an example of what humanity could be again. He couldn't fault them, but even when he pretended he found he could never be what they wanted. The first friendship Conn formed remains the only one to have lasted so long, sparked after the other boy pushed him into the ground and he’d quipped something he doesn’t even recall anymore. A strange beginning for the singular long lasting positive relationship he has, if an unhealthy one. This isn’t to say he never made friends, simply that the other relationships never seemed to either last or stay positive. He was never sadistic or out to cause lasting or physical harm personally, but when it came down to it Conn simply preferred to play his games. In this way, he was undeniably a bully. People began to fascinate him, to be honest. Sure, with their life experience, their resolve, and their tales. More so, however, his curiosity was piqued with their actions and especially their reactions. Apply a constant but seemingly benign undercurrent here, and pull a seemingly unrelated string over there, and brace for the impact of the collision. This isn’t to imply that he was some expert in machinations or that he caused great politic scandal of course, and especially not in the beginning. Think more along the lines of two completely unrelated children suddenly butting heads at every turn when previously they hadn’t even seemed aware of the other’s existence. The first set of attempts didn’t always resolve themselves in the way he’d expected, but even that was entertaining in and of itself as far as he was concerned. Eventually, "Boys will be boys," and "He's just jealous," stopped functioning as an excuse Conn's mother could stand behind in good conscience, though this came a little late: only as the boy was finally nearing adulthood. At first she tried to separate Conn from his steadfast friend, accusing the other half of being the worse influence of the two (debatable, if not entirely untrue). It did not take. By the time she resorted to actual discipline, all Conn took from it was to lie misrepresent with better skill and avoid getting caught. In fact, he offered to step up to the plate and give back to his community by becoming a pokemon breeder. Surprisingly enough to those who knew Conn, he proved to treat his pokemon better than he did most people. All the same, his motivations were anything but altruistic. Physical violence still failed to maintain his interest, pokemon battles included, but he figured he might as well make a living off of what was expected of him to begin with. At least with Conn making appearances, his mother seemed satisfied. Though she grew more distant from her son, focusing her efforts where she was actually wanted and could make more of an impact, when they did interact there seemed to be more peace than there had been in previous years. Of course, by this time too many of the residents had caught on to Conn’s mischievous behavior for his own taste. The routine of it all finally grew a bit too unbearable for even the occasional spontaneous fun to break up, and Conn decided it was time to move on. Gain some experience, get somewhat stronger, or, well, something. Anything but stay, and if he was honest with himself he couldn’t imagine too many who would be sad to say goodbye. Well. He didn’t exactly say goodbye, or even let on that he was leaving to anyone but his singular friend (who he invited to come with him). He didn’t even leave a letter for his mother. Such a shame, really. et cetera Over the course of his life, Conn has decided that he's uninterested in magic personally. This revelation came to him more from witnessing the resulting mishaps of his unprepared peers than ever trying his own hand at such things.

the more I see, the more I know that everyone just wants a show no we don't want to see the truth axis powers: hetalia, scotland played by GWYLLGI Mountain Time UTC-07:00 no other characters

[Elder Death]

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It was mid-morning when Conn rapped on the door of the breeder’s house, then waited several minutes before trying the handle. The cool metal turned smoothly in his palm, the door giving way easily. Plastering on his very best smile, he called out a short albeit polite greeting. The young man was mindful about his footing, more for the sake of any potential small pokemon wandering about unattended than some worry about uneven floorboards.

Closing the door behind him, he let himself look up for the first time in the bright lit room. The owner of the home was only a short distance away from him, apparently having been right on her way to open the door. She backed up a step, and Conn raised his hands in a half hearted attempt to ease her surprise, before digging into his pocket and holding out his fresh license with a convincing if not genuinely felt apology. “I was told I could come here for some starter pokemon?” He couldn’t even really finish his sentence before she’d exclaimed and bounded off to the other room … with the aforementioned license. Oh, okay then.

He followed her, leaving behind the muffled noise of traffic from outside in the other room, to find her digging through a desk for pokéballs. “Two then, yeah? Okay, okay, let’s see what I have here.” Conn didn’t bother to say anything; she wasn’t really waiting for his answer to begin with.


ooc; I went back and forth with myself for a bit on whether or not I'm supposed to control the breeder but uh bop me on the head if I'm supposed to rp the whole thing out with a mod or something instead. Also this post turned out shorter than I thought it would, haha.

[Elder Death]

your choices!

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“All right! I can give you a pair of phanpy, mankey or taillow.” The young woman announced, naming each species as she let them out of their pokeballs with a pop. Conn maintained his smile, but avoided the mankey. He knew enough of them to consider them just a little too much of a temper to be a smart choice to begin with. He moved first to the taillow. The birds were smart, light, and seemed cheerful enough, one even eager to rest in his outstretched palm.

Then there was a thud, the walls almost shaking, and Conn expected to see the mankey causing a mess when he glanced in the direction of the cause. Instead, it was the phanpy, shaking itself off from the accidental impact while the woman rushed to apologize, “She is just a handful, really, so full of energy!” He glanced down to see the other one trumpeting, touching its trunk to his leg as it looked at him.

He glanced up at the woman as he let the taillow go. “I’d like to take the phanpy with me, actually.” That seemed to be the right answer, the woman moving about in a sudden burst of energy and returning all the pokemon, handing him two pokeballs and his license back while she chattered away happily, offering tips and hints. He tucked the items away, thanking her before preparing to leave.

[Elder Death]

ceremony complete

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species: phanpy
gender: male
type: ground
level: fifteen
ability: pickup
special moves: stealth rock


species: phanpy
gender: female
type: ground
level: fifteen
ability: pickup
special moves: hyper voice

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potion x2