Post by Zorion on Nov 5, 2015 18:34:37 GMT -5
Zorion
How many days have passed like this?
Age: fifteen years
Faction: Creed - Fresh Blood
Gender: male
Species: Ralts* & #280 & Psychic & Fairy
Ability: Telepathy
Moveset: Confusion, Teleport, Disarming Voice, Heal Pulse, Magical Leaf, Misty Terrain*
Orientation: Sapiosexual
OOC Name: Fantomukuin
Faction: Creed - Fresh Blood
Gender: male
Species: Ralts* & #280 & Psychic & Fairy
Ability: Telepathy
Moveset: Confusion, Teleport, Disarming Voice, Heal Pulse, Magical Leaf, Misty Terrain*
Orientation: Sapiosexual
OOC Name: Fantomukuin
Appearance
Zorion is a small creature, and he stands just shy of a foot in height. His body is thin and lithe, and the white of his body has taken on a sickly hue. As a shiny Pokemon, his helmet is blue, and his horn is orange. Both are paler in comparison to any other shiny Ralts he could be compared with, and this combined with the rest of his body can give him almost of a phantasmal appearance if seen under proper (or lack of) lighting. Hidden under his helmet is a pair of eyes as orange as the sun, but his eyes won't blind you unlike that of the sun.
Zorion is weak in health. He has been his entire life. Star Madness nearly drove him to death, and it was something of a miracle that he had survived. This has stunted his growth, and it has kept him from striving towards evolution just yet. He has respiratory problems, and this can lead to coughing fits and fatigue. Overworking himself can cause him to pass out, but he will usually ignore his condition in favor of keeping up his usual facade in front of others.
Zorion is weak in health. He has been his entire life. Star Madness nearly drove him to death, and it was something of a miracle that he had survived. This has stunted his growth, and it has kept him from striving towards evolution just yet. He has respiratory problems, and this can lead to coughing fits and fatigue. Overworking himself can cause him to pass out, but he will usually ignore his condition in favor of keeping up his usual facade in front of others.
Personality
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History
Orphaned at birth, this Ralts never knew his parents. His family was lost to him as soon as he could open his eyes, and the dreary world surrounded him with whispered threats. He refused to leave the spot he found himself in, shivering in the cold and flinching at every sound. Without a means of food, shelter, or even comfort, he collapsed. A passerby found the feverish Ralts and brought the infant home with them, tucking him into a warm bed and placing a damp cloth on his forehead in hopes of bringing down his fever. As he began to stir, it was apparent that his condition was worse than his savior had thought. The young Ralts coughed and hacked, and it was hard for him to keep any food down. A medic from the nearby town was brought in, and the Ralts had to be moved to the clinic within the town for further treatment.
He was bedridden for two years. They judged him to be too weak to take care of himself, and he ended up catching nasty illnesses without even trying. Only the doctor and a few nurses were allowed near him in fear that he would get something else. As he grew a bit older, some of his strength returned. He was at least able to walk around a little, but he found himself fatigued quickly. Yet, he persisted, trying to regain more strength so he wasn't just a corpse in bed sheets.
Living in the clinic was not nearly as bad as some would think. The nurses were kind, probably because he was more obedient than some patients, and the doctor seemed to genuinely care about him. However, it was lonely. He could not go visit other patients for fear of getting sicker, and he never got any visitors. His savior from his childhood visited only once, but then his condition worsened afterwards. They banned anyone from visiting him right after that day. There was a lot he could not do on his own, such as bathing, eating, etc. Some days, he found the strength to eat on his own, but the nurses would quickly take over the moment they saw his hand begin to shake.
He was bedridden for two years. They judged him to be too weak to take care of himself, and he ended up catching nasty illnesses without even trying. Only the doctor and a few nurses were allowed near him in fear that he would get something else. As he grew a bit older, some of his strength returned. He was at least able to walk around a little, but he found himself fatigued quickly. Yet, he persisted, trying to regain more strength so he wasn't just a corpse in bed sheets.
Living in the clinic was not nearly as bad as some would think. The nurses were kind, probably because he was more obedient than some patients, and the doctor seemed to genuinely care about him. However, it was lonely. He could not go visit other patients for fear of getting sicker, and he never got any visitors. His savior from his childhood visited only once, but then his condition worsened afterwards. They banned anyone from visiting him right after that day. There was a lot he could not do on his own, such as bathing, eating, etc. Some days, he found the strength to eat on his own, but the nurses would quickly take over the moment they saw his hand begin to shake.
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