VILLENUEVE, dakota
Feb 25, 2014 1:57:39 GMT
Post by Dakota Villenueve on Feb 25, 2014 1:57:39 GMT
SEVENTEEN
MALE
DEMISEXUAL
POKEMORPH
NEUTRAL
WANDERER
DAKOTA NOEL VILLENUEVE
ALL THAT YOU ARE IS A FACE IN THE MIRROR!
SURFACEFEATURES
at first glance, all you see is a normal boy. dakota stands at five foot nothing, rather short for someone his age. his height, coupled with his "baby face" of soft, pale skin and large, round eyes make him look even younger than he actually is. said eyes are a marvel on their own. one eye is as blue as the ocean, though the color is hardened as he tries to keep his emotions hidden. the other eye is covered by an eye patch, and he never allows anyone to remove the patch. why? because it shows the true him, the--in his words--monstrous form that should never be seen by mortal eyes. what is underneath will not be explained here. why? because you will have to find that out on your own (or just look in the history, eheh). aside from the secret of his eyes, bluish grey hair that stops not far past his ears and falls into his face. his usual attire tends to be the exact same thing everyday: a hoodie, a pair of pants, and sneakers. this is primarily because of where he lives and the traditions of his people. he... also doesn't have the money to buy anything, so that's another reason. eheh.
if you find yourself in a... special situation with dakota, he will reveal to you, be it willingly or not, his true form. the human flesh you see before you is nothing but a disguise, a form of camouflage that his ancestors perfected and passed down to their kin. this human skin vanishes, replaced by ice. he turns into an almost crystalline being, almost like an ice sculpture, only he can move just as fluidly as any human he has met. he is almost see through, though his body of ice is more likely to reflect the light around him and act more like a mirror than a window. his visible eye, as the patch still remains, begins to glow. the whites of his eye and even his iris shine in the light.
FACE CLAIM: ciel phantomhive; kuroshitsuji
if you find yourself in a... special situation with dakota, he will reveal to you, be it willingly or not, his true form. the human flesh you see before you is nothing but a disguise, a form of camouflage that his ancestors perfected and passed down to their kin. this human skin vanishes, replaced by ice. he turns into an almost crystalline being, almost like an ice sculpture, only he can move just as fluidly as any human he has met. he is almost see through, though his body of ice is more likely to reflect the light around him and act more like a mirror than a window. his visible eye, as the patch still remains, begins to glow. the whites of his eye and even his iris shine in the light.
FACE CLAIM: ciel phantomhive; kuroshitsuji
THEMASKTHEYWEAR
POSITIVE
- loyal
- confident
- clever
- observant
- adaptable
- punctual
NEGATIVE
- distrusting
- (tries to be) apathetic
- childish
- naive
- possessive
- vulnerable
LIKES
- the cold
- winter
- snow storms
- ice types
- water types
- warm people (surprisingly)
- sweets
- being spoiled
- quiet places
- libraries
DISLIKES
- intense heat
- the summer
- sunny days
- fire
- hard foods
- loud noises
- crowded areas
- small, confined spaces
- planes
- his "curse" (the whole evaporating thing - kinda gets annoying)
- loyal
- confident
- clever
- observant
- adaptable
- punctual
NEGATIVE
- distrusting
- (tries to be) apathetic
- childish
- naive
- possessive
- vulnerable
LIKES
- the cold
- winter
- snow storms
- ice types
- water types
- warm people (surprisingly)
- sweets
- being spoiled
- quiet places
- libraries
DISLIKES
- intense heat
- the summer
- sunny days
- fire
- hard foods
- loud noises
- crowded areas
- small, confined spaces
- planes
- his "curse" (the whole evaporating thing - kinda gets annoying)
BACKGROUNDCHECK
FAMILY:
dakota's beginning is a strange one. he was not born, more or less, on earth. instead, he was made, more or less, in the clouds. his 'creation' involved his parents having to literally put him together like a puzzle and then freeze his body before giving him life. it's a strange 'birthing' process, but his people have been doing this since they were allowed to leave the confines of team rocket and the black order. within the sanctuary of the clouds, he grew up in his natural form: the icy body his parents made him. this body of ice, surprisingly, grew just like that of a human's. within time, his parents created another child, this time female. she was welcomed into the colony, which consisted of more like them and a larger population of cryogonal that lived side by side with their pokemorph counterparts. within time, he was taught how to create a more human form in case he needed to descend to the earth below. but, why would he ever need to do that?
he found his answer.
he was around twelve years old when a strange wind scattered the mass of clouds they lived in. this wind was stronger than the ones they had felt unless a hurricane was brewing, but this wind was not natural. it was man made. the sound of planes mixed in with the roaring of the wind, and soon the cries of flying pokemon joined the mixture. flames whipped around him, melting everything it touched. dakota could only watch in horror as pokemon and pokemorphs fought, many of his colony disappearing and becoming part of the atmosphere around them. he tried to run and hide, but a pair of offending pokemon followed after him, along with one of the planes. a hyperbeam was aimed at him, and he was shot out of the air, falling to the ground below.
dakota fell into a forest, his body shattering at the impact. he laid there for what seemed like hours, slowly piecing himself back together until he was able to get back up. where did they go? he did not give himself the time to answer his question, running as fast as he could in the brief moment he forgot that he could levitate his body. when he reached the edge of the forest, the plane was waiting for him, along with the two flying pokemon and a few extras, probably from the person within the plane. a flame shot out by a houndoom, aimed at his face. he tried to dodge, yet the flame still grazed across one of his eyes. half blinded, he fled once more into the trees. this time, the pokemon gave chase, yet dakota was able to loose them in a lake.
yes, he dove into a lake and froze it. most of it. he only froze enough to make it a hassle to melt or break it while he escaped through an underwater tunnel. he resurfaced in a cavern, taking a moment to check the damages done by the fire. he was able to heal most of his face, yet the permanent scarring of a houndoom's flame had already taken effect. his eye burned, though it was lessened from what it could have been by his naturally cold body. the blue glow of the eye turned red, reminding him of the fire that took away his colony rather than the ice that created them. he shifted forms, but the damage was still there. his eye remained like it did in his true forms. he couldn't remain in the cavern forever. they would find him soon.
dakota ran--before remember he could levitate once more--again, losing himself in the maze like tunnels until he found the exit. night had already fallen. still in his human form, he closed the injured eye, shoving his hands in his pockets as he started walking off in a random direction. the plane passed overhead, though it did not stop. they didn't know his people could change forms. after a year of wandering around, and finding himself an eye patch (that he may or may not have stolen), he returned to his home. of course, nobody was there, save for a few cryogonal. they circled around him, rejoicing in his return, though they knew he would not stay. "i will return." he told them, spending the day in their presence before leaving at nightfall. it has been that way since. every so often, he would return to the colony that slowly grew, though only pokemon made up the colony. the last of the colony's pokemorph population, he was always welcomed with metaphorical open arms, though he never stayed for long. it was just... a relaxing thought to know that he had something to return to, no matter how much he traveled.
dakota's beginning is a strange one. he was not born, more or less, on earth. instead, he was made, more or less, in the clouds. his 'creation' involved his parents having to literally put him together like a puzzle and then freeze his body before giving him life. it's a strange 'birthing' process, but his people have been doing this since they were allowed to leave the confines of team rocket and the black order. within the sanctuary of the clouds, he grew up in his natural form: the icy body his parents made him. this body of ice, surprisingly, grew just like that of a human's. within time, his parents created another child, this time female. she was welcomed into the colony, which consisted of more like them and a larger population of cryogonal that lived side by side with their pokemorph counterparts. within time, he was taught how to create a more human form in case he needed to descend to the earth below. but, why would he ever need to do that?
he found his answer.
he was around twelve years old when a strange wind scattered the mass of clouds they lived in. this wind was stronger than the ones they had felt unless a hurricane was brewing, but this wind was not natural. it was man made. the sound of planes mixed in with the roaring of the wind, and soon the cries of flying pokemon joined the mixture. flames whipped around him, melting everything it touched. dakota could only watch in horror as pokemon and pokemorphs fought, many of his colony disappearing and becoming part of the atmosphere around them. he tried to run and hide, but a pair of offending pokemon followed after him, along with one of the planes. a hyperbeam was aimed at him, and he was shot out of the air, falling to the ground below.
dakota fell into a forest, his body shattering at the impact. he laid there for what seemed like hours, slowly piecing himself back together until he was able to get back up. where did they go? he did not give himself the time to answer his question, running as fast as he could in the brief moment he forgot that he could levitate his body. when he reached the edge of the forest, the plane was waiting for him, along with the two flying pokemon and a few extras, probably from the person within the plane. a flame shot out by a houndoom, aimed at his face. he tried to dodge, yet the flame still grazed across one of his eyes. half blinded, he fled once more into the trees. this time, the pokemon gave chase, yet dakota was able to loose them in a lake.
yes, he dove into a lake and froze it. most of it. he only froze enough to make it a hassle to melt or break it while he escaped through an underwater tunnel. he resurfaced in a cavern, taking a moment to check the damages done by the fire. he was able to heal most of his face, yet the permanent scarring of a houndoom's flame had already taken effect. his eye burned, though it was lessened from what it could have been by his naturally cold body. the blue glow of the eye turned red, reminding him of the fire that took away his colony rather than the ice that created them. he shifted forms, but the damage was still there. his eye remained like it did in his true forms. he couldn't remain in the cavern forever. they would find him soon.
dakota ran--before remember he could levitate once more--again, losing himself in the maze like tunnels until he found the exit. night had already fallen. still in his human form, he closed the injured eye, shoving his hands in his pockets as he started walking off in a random direction. the plane passed overhead, though it did not stop. they didn't know his people could change forms. after a year of wandering around, and finding himself an eye patch (that he may or may not have stolen), he returned to his home. of course, nobody was there, save for a few cryogonal. they circled around him, rejoicing in his return, though they knew he would not stay. "i will return." he told them, spending the day in their presence before leaving at nightfall. it has been that way since. every so often, he would return to the colony that slowly grew, though only pokemon made up the colony. the last of the colony's pokemorph population, he was always welcomed with metaphorical open arms, though he never stayed for long. it was just... a relaxing thought to know that he had something to return to, no matter how much he traveled.
THEPOWEROFONE
POKEMON: cryogonal
LEVEL: thirty
BATTLE ABILITY: levitate
MOVES: mist, icy wind, aurora beam, night slash
NATURAL ABILITIES: other than the obvious ability to levitate, dakota is naturally cold. seriously. his body stays subzero at all times, and the area around him tends to drop in temperature because of this. when he reveals his true form, he is more vulnerable. while he can easily fix himself if someone tries to make him shatter into a million pieces, the sun, if he is in a warm enough area, will melt him. now, it takes intense heat to melt him, not just a normal summer's day. he will evaporate and rise high into the sky, unless contained in a room without any ventilation. as he reaches the clouds and the cooler temperature, he will reform in his nature form, flee to a cooler place on the ground, and 'put back on' his human skin. he also has some slight psychic abilities (as he is able to learn reflect, light screen, etc.), and he uses this to keep up the normal teenager look rather than flaunting off his true form.
THEPUPPETEER
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