Atticus Bordeaux

[.~.Atticus Bordeaux.~.]

The Player:

OOC Account: Facade
Age: 16
Activity Level: I hope for it to be quite high.
Other Characters: None. Tis my first character here.

Basic Character Information:

Name: Atticus Bordeaux
Alias: Ollie the Clown, Atty-kins(Psuedo calls him this to annoy him)
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthday: April 14th
Allegiance: Rangers
Position: Specialist - Tactics/Reconnaissance
Species: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual


Hobbies:

• Reading
  
• Acrobatics
  
• Hiking
  
• Spelunking
  
• Juggling
  
• Photography(CLICK!)
  

Likes:

• Pokemon - Especially Fletcher(He's awesome!)
  
• Chocolate(Gaaaah~ Yum!)
  
• Comedy(Who doesn't like a good laugh?)
  
• Art(*paints Mewtwo drinking from a toilet bowl*)
  
• Clowns(He was one after all.)
  
• Justice(If you're a bad person, you deserve a punishment.)
  

Dislikes:

• Water(Brings back some bad memories)
  
• Water Sports(See above)
  
• Serpent Pokemon(They're so wriggly and GAAH! )
  
• Pravus(RAAAWRG!)
  
• Mewtwo(Did someone forget to feed this cat?)
  
• Doing nothing(*twitches*)
  
• High maintenance snobs(They don't know how easy they have it.)
  

Physical Appearance
Information:

Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Green, with a little brown circling the pupil and the outer rim of his cornea's.
Height: 6' 1"
Build: He is quite muscular, but not one of those body builders who look like a truck. he looks quite slime, his muscles seen through his clothing.

Other Appearance Information:
He usually keeps the messy, shoulder length, brown hair on the right of his head swept nicely behind his right ear to keep it out of his eyes, revealing a few piercings circling the top of his ear. His green eyes glint brightly against his slightly tan skin, a little bit of brown being seen around the rim of his pupil.

He is usually wearing a scruffy green and brown checkered shirt, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. It hangs open, revealing a plain, brown t-shirt. On his back lies a rather long, clean scar running vertically down across his spinal area. It is a wound from his days starting out as a Ranger. Strung from his back is a rucksack that he never leaves his room without. It contains many useful objects, but the most important is a thick brown photo album with extravagant green writing on it saying "Photo Album - property of Atticus Bordeaux. A long black strap stretches around his neck stops about mid-way down his chest, a rather hi-tech camera hanging from it. It's black with a vast array of buttons on it. There is a slot at the bottom of the camera where the picture emerges. Along with this he wears a pair of long, baggy jeans that drag across the ground, resulting in them to be torn and scruffy looking around he end. They're mostly covered in dirt and are torn in places. Shoe wise, he wears a pair of black combat boots, dyed brown by now from the amount of mud covering them. Seeing them clean is a rare occasion. Fletcher constantly asks him to buy a new pair. Atticus always gives the same reply; "Why get rid of them when they haven't fallen apart yet?".

Although he doesn't wear his old clown suit as much anymore, having disbanded from the circus coupe he was in during his time in the Sinnoh region, he takes it out for a short run every now and again if he feels like it.

The main costume is a one-piece, baggy suit made of light baby blue and yellow cloth, sewn together in stripes along the fabric. He wears a pair of boots, curved at the top and have yellow fabric matted along the outside of them. He wears a jester's hat which is, yet again, covered in baby blue and yellow stripes. Small silver bells hang from it and jingle as he walks. He wears a puffy orange wig and a layer of white make-up, his cheeks coloured red and his nose now bearing a red ball in place of it.

Personal Related
Information:

Personality:
Atticus is a little difficult to figure out upon first meeting him. Here's a quick rundown of what he is usually like.

Around others...

He's a goofy, carefree spirit who always has something positive to say to whoever he's talking to. He day-dreams and wanders off into his own little world, almost completely unaware of what's going on around him. He hates when there's an awkward silence during a conversation and will do almost anything to end it, from juggling to having Psuedo jump in on a conversation, who he normally prefers quiet with a lollipop buried halfway down his throat. He also can become rather tongue-tied or clumsy, as if he wasn't clumsy enough already.

How he generally acts...

Atticus can go from goofy, doing stupid or silly things that can usually get a giggle or two out of people such as cracking a joke or doing something clumsy or ridiculous, to being downright bizarre, let it be walking on his hands, juggling whatever he has in his pocket at the time, scribble strange features on the people in magazines(who he just thinks of as attention whores) and reading a book or taking pictures upside-down. It's as if he's oblivious to the fact that people can see him. It's most likely due to the fact that he was a clown for so long, he sometimes forgets not to do these things in public. Most people would be turned off by such a person, believing they belong in a medical institute rather than in "decent society". What is decent society these days anyway? it's an answer he has never quite gotten when upper class snobs ask him. It's like half of them don't even realize a war's going on and he finds it insulting to merely be around such people.

When working...

Even though Atticus is quite scatter-brained, he is good at his job. Most people wouldn't usually depend on a person who finds that reading while sitting upside down against an armchair is relaxing and that it seems to "take away all of life's burdens that hang on your shoulders. It makes you feel light and calm". Any normal person or person dubbed as normal would tell him that it's just the blood rushing to his head that's making him feels so calm but he won't listen. It's quite surprising to find out that he is actually quite talented at thinking out battle plans, tactics and is amazing at reconnaissance, given his long standing hobby in photography. It can seriously surprise people and definitely surprised everyone when he first joined the Rangers. He tries to think around a problem as opposed to facing one straight on. He was always like that and is a bit of a pacifist and rarely has a thought of injuring another human being in combat.

Around his Pokemon...

Atticus feels calm around his Pokemon, the reason being that they are all his best friends whom he has been with for what seems like an eternity. Sure there are some he gets along with better than others, not that I'm mentioning any names(coughPYRITEcough). He feels calm and open around them, regardless of who they are and is always trying to make them happy, often listening in on their conversations to find out what they like so he can surprise them with a present later. the only one he hasn't quite figured out is Pyrite, due to the problem that is his belief that Atticus killed his trainer all those years ago. Even though Pyrite wishes for nothing more than Atticus' downfall, Atticus is constantly doing nice things for the little lava snail, ignoring any insults or threats on his life as he does so. It's as if nothing from any of his Pokemon, let alone Pyrite, can phase him in the slightest. All he wants is for his Pokemon to be happy, even if they get on his nerves at times. *Glances at Psuedo*
Psuedo: *licking lollipop* What did I do!? D<
Narrator: Oh, nothing... Nothing at all...

When angered...

Everybody gets angry, and Atticus is no exception. He's normally this genuinely nice guy who wouldn't hurt a fly, but he has his moments. If something that irritates or downright pisses him off, he will get mad. You can tell if you're doing any of these things by his expression. A vein on his neck seems to throb, his face going rather flustered with his teeth grinding together in a seemingly rhythmic pattern. Then there's the tone of voice. It goes from "Woohoo! This is funny as hell!" to "Touch me and you will taste foot for the next month". It's actually quite comical to see him like this, anybody who knows him often getting a laugh or two out of his flustered state. He is a helluva lot more serious like this, often going out of the way to get something done, not allowing any distractions, even so much as a cup of hot chocolate with a friend.

When facing his fears...

Atticus has a fear of both water and serpent-like Pokemon and, for that reason, has never gone anywhere near where one of the two might be, unless he has somebody there. It is sort of weird seeing him going from the most positive person you have ever met to a guy who cowers behind a rock or somewhere very dry and free of any water that reaches above his shins. He gained his fear of water from when he was a child, setting the fear in stone again later on in his life.

His fear of serpents derived from another source. This source was from his days as a Ranger, coming face-to-face with his first Pravus member before. It was too late for him to so much as fight back as he was set upon by and Arbok and a seviper. Ever since that day he has had a large scar running down his back from the Seviper's tail, reminding him of that day terrible day. The day he first experienced death.


History:
I guess I should start from where most people's lives start. The beginning...

... Atticus was born into a well off family who lived peacefully in the town of Barkwish. His parents were called Catherine and Alexander. He was born an only child and lived in a rather large house his parents "inherited" from his grandparents, Arthur and Bethany Bordeaux. His family definately wasn't poor, that was for sure. Apparently it was all due to his grandmother, basically known as the head of the family. His father was the youngest of five sons and one daughter while his mother came from a peaceful family who were scattered across the countryside of Remoor. They never kept contact with his father's side of the family though, due to a falling out that occured years ago.

Atticus was a rather hyper-active and curious child, often getting into crawlspaces in the house or in the insulation between the walls, often forcing his parents to use their Plusle and Minun to find him. He loved Pokemon though and loved to play with his parents Pokemon, mostly due to the fact that he never really met any other toddlers and only had the Pokemon to play with. This was until he was about four.

When he was four, his parents had another baby, a daughter they called Catherine after her mother. Of course Atticus couldn't pronounce it as he was in the early stages of talking and shortened it to Kat. He was always curious about the little girl, treating her like an invader for the first year she was in the house. After that he would carry her around, with great difficulty that is, and would show her his favourite places in the house. He developed a bond with her, a bond that could never be broken.

It was when Atticus was six that he developed his fear of water and snake-like Pokemon. It was when he was out for a walk with his mother that he wandered off to the river. He liked to play by the water with the Magikarp and Goldeen that would play there. There were no Magikarp or Goldeen in the water though. There was however a fish Pokemon he had never seen before. It was red with a blue belly and a yellow fin on top. It looked kind of menacing but, being only six, he couldn't really tell that he was face to face with a school of Carvahna. That wasn't all that was lurking in the water though. No. There was a group of Ekans and Seviper not far up stream. As he inched his hand ever closer to the Carvahna, he was jumped by an Ekans, startling and causing him to fall into the river. The Carvahna kept their distnce from them but the ekans had other ideas and decided to slither after him. The creature wrapped around him, pulling him below and all seemed grim. He eventually blacked out.

He eventually woke up, spluttering and choking as his lungs tried to release any water within. Over him stood his mother and his father, who was holding Kat. He then turned his head to see a Duskull and Chatot sitting beside him. If it weren't for those two seeing him wander off, Atticus' life would have ended then and there.

One of Atticus' fondest memories with his sister were the chases he would have with the Duskull and Chatot that liked to hang around by their house. Atticus would always try to catch the Duskull and end up running through it before falling flat on his face while Kat would crawl after the Chatot as it hopped around, waving its metronome like tail to tease her. The two loved such simple times as those. This was until strange people began to appear around Barkwish, scaring off the Pokemon, even the Duskull and Chatot they had loved so much dissappeared.

It was not until Atticus was seven and Kat was three that the small attacks happen upon Barwish turned more frequent, more violent. They were caused by a group called Pravus, apparently trying to get to Professor Mahaogany and the horde of Pokemon he kept at his, just waiting to be either captured or mutated in the experiments they had plans. Of course, there was a few who fought back against Pravus, apparently part of some underground bent on stopping the evil-doers. Atticus and Kat were too young to comprehend this so they naturally just thought of the group as a group of trianers who wanted to battle their parents or get another starter Pokemon from the Professor, being how naive they were.

When Atticus was not more than a month over nine, there was a terrible attack by Pravus. Atticus told him to get away with Kat and only to return if they come for them. Atticus took his little sister and ran into the forest land by Barkwish. They were not so sly as to avoid detection though. No. A Pravus, maybe only a grunt or a recruit who has only gotten his first taste of war from this attack, spotted the two as they tried to escape. Why he went after them, they did not know. After all, there wasn't anything special about two kids with no Pokemon, right?

The two ran as fast as they could from the grunt and his Cacnea, only a baby Cacnea at that but it was still a threat to the children. The two ran until they were cornered at the edge of a cliff, the man edging closer two the two, telling them he was just going to take them back to their parents. yeah right! Why did he need the net then? Honestly, the two weren't that naive. The two cowered, closing there eyes and waiting for whatever fate had instore fo them, Kat only copying Atticus. Nothing happened, at least not to them anyway. There was a cold wind, almost sinister. That and what seemed to be a peircing screeching sound. The two opened there eyes to see two Pokemon driving off the man and his Cacnea. The two stared in awe at the sight before them. A Duskull and a Chatot. Could it be the same two Pokemon they played with when they were younger? What happened next verified this. The two Pokemon ran over too the two children and hugged them tight, Atticus not phasing through his Duskull friend this time.

Atticus made his way back to Barkwish, Kat curled up in his arms, asleep, with their Pokemon friends. They saw their parents on there way out of the town, more than likely going to look for them. Atticus ran over to them, the Duskull and Chatot flying(or floating in the Duskull's case) happily behind him. His parents lead him and the Pokemon inside the house, cooking up a meal for them once they relaxed in the sitting room.

Things changed after that event, the most significant being the Pokemon's choice to live with the family from then on. Atticus would train with his Duskull, who he had named fletcher after a guy in a T.V. show he reminded of, while Kat and her Chatot would play in the garden. This was also when Atticus learned he was quite limber, after doing a few cartwheels and walking around on his hands for a while. He would spend most of his time either training Fletcher or practicing his new found talent, this and the odd bit of reading.

When Atticus turned thirteen, he asked his parents if he could go travelling, mostly as he was now the oldest youth in Barkwish who hadn't gone off adventuring yet. His parents promptly let him go, believing he was more than capable of handling himself. Before he left, his father gave him a rucksack containing some money, food a camera and a photo album. He wanted to be able to see things that Atticus had seen upon returning home, hoping he could maybe show them to Kat to further motivate the young girl when she was older. He set out for a distant town to catch a ship to the Sinnoh region, a region he believed he could unleash Fletcher and his full potential. Of course, he had very little money upon arriving, spending most of his money on food and the rest on items. As you can imagine, not many places would accept a thirteen year old boy for work so he did the only thing he could do. Perform. Fletcher and him would hang around in town squares and while Fletcher made flaming hoops and lightshows using his attacks, Atticus would walk around on his hand or do a backflip through one of the hoops. He made quite the killing doing this, which kept Fletcher and him fed for the most part.

It was during his travels that he stumbled upon a rare sight. A Kecleon cornered by a group of men dressed in a rather dark blue and grey. He remembered those same colours before, but from where he couldn't quite recall. Whoever they were, the Kecleon clearly didn't want to be there. There was someting different about te Kecleon though. It was red with green markings as opposed to the normal green with red and gold ones. It must've been why they wanted him. Atticus, being the do-gooder he is, jumped in to defend the injured Kecleon. The two men had a Slugma, an Onix and two Seviper out and all Atticus had to defend himself with was Fletcher. After Fletcher was defeated, the Seviper lunged at him, gouging a large scar across his spine, barely missing a notch in his vertebrae. It was only when the Onix launched an attack at the already brutally injured Kecleon that he reacted, despite his fear. He grabbed the creature before the Onix could hit the Kecleon and him, causing the Onix's attack to gouge into the cliff face they were battling by. The attack sent tremors through the rocks, causing a rockslide to occur, crushing the two men beneath the many boulders that fell. Atticus only managed to avoid the bombardment of boulders as he was crouched behind a boulder with the Kecleon and Fletcher. He waited until it was over before coming out from his hiding place. There was no sign of the two men, only the Slugma and the Onix. the Onix fled into the undergrowth while the Slugma just stared. Atticu saw its Pokeball sticking out amongst the rocks and picked it up. The Slugma darted a glance at Atticus before hissing slightly. Atticus finally grasped that its trainer was dead and it had nowhere to go. Atticus called the creature back and took him in as his own, despite it being one of the creatures that had injured the Kecleon. After tending to the kecleon's wounds, Atticus set off, not getting far before he found the Kecleon was following him. Atticus befriended the creature and took him with him, naming the curtious little creature Edgar.

By the time Atticus was seventeen, he had managed to evolve Fletcher and the disgruntled Slugma he finally named Pyrite. It was also by this time that he began to run low on money, his street acting being dismissed quickly. It was then that he ran into a man called Soloman , who owned a travelling circus and was impressed with Atticus' acrobatics skills. He took up the offer and was given a Ditto as a gift. Atticus named the little guy Psuedo and became quite attatched to him. The group travelled with the circus troupe until Atticus was nineteen. By then he was an accomplished performer and many in the Sinnoh Region recognised him as Ollie the Clown.

It was not long after he turned nineteen that he decided to go back and visit his family and see how they were doing. He took the next boat home and headed to Barkwish, intent on seeing his familt again. His sister had probably left home at this point but he could still say hello to his parents. When he got there, he saw a rather morbid sight. Destroyed houses, grass that grew long and tall, the odd corpse here and there. He ran to his house on the outskirts of the town to find it still intact, probably not even seen during the take-over by Pravus in the area. He went inside and found nobody home. What was all the more troubling was that the house seemed undisturbed for near three years but there was something unsettling about it. There were no Pokeballs, people or any of his families personnal possessions there. Only old furniture remained but andy phot frames were cleared out. All but one in Atticus' room. He took the photo from its frame, revealing some writing on the back. It just said that they were okay and that he should not worry. There was an address underneath the note located in the Nada Citadel. Atticus set out to the Nada Citadel, in search of his family.

Upon arriving, the address lead not to his parents, but to a small building. Inside was a group of people belonging to the resistance against Pravus. Atticus knew what his parents wishes were and fought alongside the resistance based at the nada Citadel.

Over time, the small resistance grew in size, recruiting more members and the building expanding from its puny state to a distinctively larger base of operations. They called themselves the rangers and he stayed with them, hoping to defeat Pravus and find his scattered family. hell, he would settle for his bitch of a grandmother that he knew nothing about at this point.


Characters Pokemon:



Name: Fletcher
Species: Dusclops
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Level: 42
Item: Leftovers
Personality:
Fletcher is like Atticus in many ways, and as such has picked up on some of his habits without knowing it. He is a jolly Pokemon most of the time, being quite notable when you hear him whistling away to himself in the corner. Atticus and him are always together. As far as their memories go back, they have never been apart. Infact, Fletcher hasn't been inside his Pokeball since that fated day Atticus got him. Fletcher doesn't wish to evolve into a Dusknoir, fearing his jolly nature will be replaced with hate and anger. He has a few scars here and there from previous battles together. He is never seen without his trademark top hat.

Despite his kind and heartwarming attitude, he's a fully fledged prankster and mischief maker like the rest of his type. He can often do things that get Atticus in trouble with his higher ups, who didn't find it quite as funny as he did to see a bunch of Krabby inhabiting their toilet as they went to sit down... He is the only one on the team to get along with the rather conflicted Pyrite. He is trying to show him that Atticus means no harm, and that he was innocent of the tragic death of his original trainer.
Attacks:

• Gravity
  
• Ice Punch
  
• Fire Punch
  
• Will-o-wisp
  
• Shadow Punch
  
• Pain Split
  
• Earthquake
  
• Ominous Wind

Name: Edgar
Species: Shiny(red&green) Kecleon
Genders: Male
Age: 22
Level: 38
Item:
Personality:
Edgar is different to most Kecleon in the way that his skin is mostly red with a green belly stripe, head frills, tongue and claws as his default colour. Some think he just has trouble changing from fire to a normal Kecleon's colours. This assumption is false as his green parts change gold when he is mimicing a fire type.

Edgar is a gentlemanly, yet rather scatter-brained creature, often going to to something polite or generous for another and ending up tripping and knocking them into a puddle of mud or calling the beautiful princess "Sire". He really does mean well, it's just things don't seem to turn out right for him or he loses his train of thought. He feels down on himself but Atticus always manages to find a way to cheer him up, the most used method being peppermints or cheri berries. He is often against Atticus, Fletcher and Psuedo's little pranks, objecting to them saying they're un-chivalrous and wrong. He eventually gets pulled in and causes sheer chaos. He is Atticus' voice of reason and has an odd love of tea, let it be jasmin or the type you get from a tea bag, he'll drink it heartily.
Attacks:

• Shadow Sneak
  
• Lick
  
• Psybeam
  
• Faint Attack
  
• Trick
  
• Dizzy Punch
  
• Flamethrower
  
• Shadow Claw

Name: Pyrite
Species: Magcargo
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Level: 41
Item:
Personality:
Pyrite is as fiery and hot-headed as his type. He is both violent and stubborn when it comes down to orders or suggestions towards him. He'll just ignore you entirely before giving you a plain simple "Did you say something? I thought I heard some asshole nagging me". It can more often than not put Atticus in the position to just send him back into his Pokeball until he can learn to behave.

He constantly downs on the Rangers, believing them to be weak and all who work their on their own free will are pansies! He's more acquainted to Pravus than he is the Rangers, as his original trainer was from Pravus before he died at the hands of who he believes was Atticus. Even though Atticus is constantly trying to get on his good side, he just brushes him off and calls him a murderer. He does get along with Fletcher though, only ever getting enraged at the gleeful ghost when he does something nice for Atticus, which happens frequently.
Attacks:

• Recover
  
• Ancientpower
  
• Lava Plume
  
• Rock Throw
  
• Heat Wave
  
• Smokescreen
  
• Hyper Beam
  
• Flamethrower

Name: Psuedo
Species: Ditto
Gender: Male
Age: 8
Level: 40
Item: Metal Powder
Personality:
Psuedo is the youngest and by far the most bubbly of Atticus' team. He is usually spotted sitting atop Atticus' shoulder, morphing into the Pokemon he sees as they travel or licking a giant lollipop Atticus gave him to keep him occupied. He is jolly and friendly to anyone he meets, although he does act quite childish, considering his juvenile age. He is easily influenced as long as you have chocolate or sweets on you. He looks up to Fletcher and tends to mimic his every action. He enjoys practical jokes and often uses his teammates as disguises when he does something bad. Pyrite is one of his favourite disguises.
Attack:

• Transform

Role Playing
Sample:


(Avert your gaze! Haven't really RP'ed ina while so yah, crap with fancy words thrown in with it. >.>)

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter...

The sound of footsteps could be heard echoing through the trees, almost harmonic in tone. It grew louder, louder still, the source of the footsteps still unknown. Suddenly, there was silence. Not a sound could be heard. A certain stillness in the air. Naught could be heard but the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, the tall tufts of grass swaying in tune. It was peaceful, a strange solitude unknown to these dangerous times. Then, it started again, the footsteps seemed oh-so close. Still, there was no source, no culprit to the footsteps but the evidence they were near was there. Three-toed footprints stood in the mud and dirt, traveling in a straight line towards the location of the of the other Pokemon. An ally, or a foe? Was there even something there? Of course there was, otherwise there would have been no reason in writing this.

You would only notice this if you had a really good eye but the source of the footprints was literally in plain sight. The only evidence of such a creature being the red zig-zag line floating in mid-air, only being hidden as it passed by a long line of bushes, littered with ripe, red berries. It was a Kecleon by the name of Edgar, or at least it was Kecleon in appearance. Like the many others who were gathered ahead, this Kecleon was not a natural born Pokemon, he was a human trapped in Pokemon form. How he got like this, he does not know, 'nor does he remember anything of his past prior to the transformation, excluding his name and personality.

... Well that's not entirely true.

One thought clung to his mind like cement. It was more of an image really. A little boy, maybe only five, hlding what appeared to be a tattered old Kecleon plushie. At first he thought it was him, but that thought was quickly dismissed. Surely he was more mature and knowledgeable than a five year old. Still, why this was the only thing from his life prior to this that he could remember, he did not know. Maybe it was a child prior to this whole predicament that he was close to. Maybe a family member or a child whom he watched or helped look after as a human. The numerous possibilities hung over his head like storm clouds with no signs of stopping, growing ever thicker and darker.

He was still not used to his new body, tripping or pottering around clumsily, knocking damn near everything nearby down. Maybe it was the body or maybe it was just the way he was. Clumsy. If only he knew the answer to his own question. Another thing was that he was so damn short, still not nearly as short as some of the other Pokemon with them, but he was short by his own standards, remembering that he once towered over people, and now his head lies just below the average man's waist. There were a few perks though. He could climb trees quite easily, he was by far more agile and flexible and, on top of all that, he could now change his body colour as he pleased. This was his favourite part of the transformation. He remembered waking up in a rather secluded corner of a forest, feeling rather disoriented and wondering what the hell had happened to him, a few other Pokemon gathered around him. It was rather unnerving to put it lightly, and then he vanished, all but his belly stripe were completely hidden. He then ran off into a forest, being caught by a group of assholes in uniform not shortly after. He had a hard time remembering the details, but he remembered them putting this collar thing around him. How could he forget the thing that left a rather nasty mark around his neck, it was like being strangled with a cable cord. He only managed to escape because the van he was being taken away in broke down, giving him enough time to flee, eventually meeting up with another group of Pokemon, the same group he was currently trying to find again.

Edgar spotted a few trees nestled closly together, which looked rather climbable. He made a quick run, nearly tripping once or twice as he did so, before leaping for a branch, his claws digging tightly into the bark. He hung there for a moment before pulling himself up, his curly tail wrapping around another nearby branch to help with this manouvre. Once up, he turned to face the tree, digging his claws into the bark as he climbed to the top. He nibbled on a berry or two as he made his way up, which he had to admit were rather delicious. Upon reaching the top he looked upon the scene infront of him, serveying the area like a Staraptor hunts for its prey. he was trying to find his companions, as he had wandered off from the rest of the group like the adventurous little beast he was. He began to inhale deeply, before bursting out in a fit of coughing and spluttering. This was due to the horrid smell and smoke that was wafting across the area of forest that intertwined with the human's habitat. Of course, nobody could see Edgar coughing, as he was still in comoflauge and his little zig-zag on his belly was hidden amongst the foliage.

"Blegh! That smells wretched! How did I stand that putrid smell as a human. It's seriously disgusting. Yuck!"

Edgar shook his head from side to side, trying to shake off the grogginess and sickly feeling that was floating around in his stomach. It was such a repelling stench that he lost all feeling in his little reptilian legs and just fell, landing on a branch not far below him. His head was spinning and a sharp pain emitted from his reptilian spine.

"Gah! That hurt like hell! I need a band-aid... Either that or some big ass chocolate bar. God, I could go for one of those..."

While Edger was pondering his love of the chocolate substance, he was completely unaware to the branch that was currently snapping below him. With a loud crack the branch split from the tree, causing him to plummet from his perch to the ground, and to make things worse, as he stumbled to his feet rather clumsily... he fell down a slope. Two birds one stone, only this stone seemed to want to kill little Edgar. Oh what woe befalls poor Edgar. He rolled and rolled, and rolled some more, eventually coming to a stop after crashing into a tree. He stumbled to his feet, his comoflauge reflex causing him to change colours rapidly.

"Ow. My head... Just... ow..."

Edgar shook his head from side to side, trying to shake off the stabbing pain in his head. He finally regained control of his camoflauge reflex and blended in with his surroundings once more. After finally assessing his surroundings, his head still felt like it was after headbutting a Steelix, he noticed voices. His interest peaked, making his way towards a large bush near where they were coming from. He kept all but his invisible head hidden behind the bush and looked around. It was his teammates. He heard most of the conversation between them all, staring at the house that was supposed to be the target of their next mission. He looked around and speyed the timid little Charmander they had met. Oh how he loved to scare her. It was beginning to seem like he had a grudge against the poor little lizard at this point. He had a plan but it seemed a little mean. like hell if he cared. He took two steps back, did a little hop and just jumped up behind the little Charmander, and wailed like a ghost Pokemon with a megaphone, his skin now flashing all the colours of the rainbow

After giving the Charmander a fright, he hopped over to the Zangoose, his skin still flashing like a strobe light. He hit himself in the head twice and it stopped. He really should find another way to stop that from happening, otherwise he'll have serious brain damage by the time he finds out a way to become human.

"Hey Madison! Sorry for wandering off, it's just I saw this berry bush and this really creepy looking cave and I had to go take a look. You aren't mad at me riiiiiiiiight?" he chattered happily, his mouth moving at about a hundred miles and hour. He then turned to the Charmander with a rather unnerving smile on him. "Hope I didn't scare you too bad!"

Edgar wandered over to a tree stumped and parked his backside on top of it. He only heard the jist of what the other Pokemon were talking about while he was sitting in the bush. They were trying to find a way into the house. So far here was the window idea and the breaking down the door one. He liked the idea of going in a window, all super spy-like. "How about we get somebody small enough to hop in one of the windows and open a back door or something to let the rest of us in. I really don't think some of us will be able to squeeze through those windows. We aren't all that small." he mused, darting a quick glance at the Charmander as he said the last line of his idea. Upon finishing up his plan he began playing with his toes. They were so damn scaly. He just sat there on his ass, letting the rest think up some master plan to get them in while he cleaned the mud from the crevices in his feet.

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[Ayako]

Approved <3 <3!

[.~.Atticus Bordeaux.~.]

The Player:

OOC Account: Fester
Age: 14
Activity Level: High now that school is no more! >D
Other Characters: Err... nope.

Basic Character Information:

Name: Atticus Bordeaux
Alias: Atty-kins
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Birthday: April 14th
Allegiance: Rangers
Position: Specialist - Tactics/Reconnaissance
Species: Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual


Hobbies:

• Reading
  
• Acrobatics
  
• Hiking
  
• Spelunking
  
• Juggling
  
• Photography(CLICK!)
  

Likes:

• Pokemon - Especially Fletcher(He's awesome!)
  
• Chocolate(Gaaaah~ Yum!)
  
• Comedy(Who doesn't like a good laugh?)
  
• Art(*paints Mewtwo drinking from a toilet bowl*)
  
• Clowns(He was one after all.)
  
• Justice(If you're a bad person, you deserve a punishment.)
  

Dislikes:

• Water(Brings back some bad memories)
  
• Water Sports(See above)
  
• Serpent Pokemon(They're so wriggly and GAAH! :o)
  
• Pravus(RAAAWRG!)
  
• Mewtwo(Did someone forget to feed this cat?)
  
• Doing nothing(*twitches*)
  
• High maintenance snobs(They don't know how easy they have it.)
  

Physical Appearance
Information:

Hair Color: Brown.
Eye Color: Green, with a little brown circling the pupil and the outer rim of his cornea's.
Height: 6' 1"
Build: He is quite muscular, but not one of those body builders who look like a truck. he looks quite slime, his muscles seen through his clothing.

Other Appearance Information:
He usually keeps the messy, shoulder length, brown hair on the right of his head swept nicely behind his right ear to keep it out of his eyes, revealing a few piercings circling the top of his ear. His green eyes glint brightly against his slightly tan skin, a little bit of brown being seen around the rim of his pupil.

He is usually wearing a scruffy green and brown checkered shirt, the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. It hangs open, revealing a plain, brown t-shirt. On his back lies a rather long, clean scar running vertically down across his spinal area. It is a wound from his days starting out as a Ranger. Strung from his back is a rucksack that he never leaves his room without. It contains many useful objects, but the most important is a thick brown photo album with extravagant green writing on it saying "Photo Album - property of Atticus Bordeaux. A long black strap stretches around his neck stops about mid-way down his chest, a rather hi-tech camera hanging from it. It's black with a vast array of buttons on it. There is a slot at the bottom of the camera where the picture emerges. Along with this he wears a pair of long, baggy jeans that drag across the ground, resulting in them to be torn and scruffy looking around he end. They're mostly covered in dirt and are torn in places. Shoe wise, he wears a pair of black combat boots, dyed brown by now from the amount of mud covering them. Seeing them clean is a rare occasion. Fletcher constantly asks him to buy a new pair. Atticus always gives the same reply; "Why get rid of them when they haven't fallen apart yet?".

Although he doesn't wear his old clown suit as much anymore, having disbanded from the circus coupe he was in during his time in the Sinnoh region, he takes it out for a short run every now and again if he feels like it.

The main costume is a one-piece, baggy suit made of light baby blue and yellow cloth, sewn together in stripes along the fabric. He wears a pair of boots, curved at the top and have yellow fabric matted along the outside of them. He wears a jester's hat which is, yet again, covered in baby blue and yellow stripes. Small silver bells hang from it and jingle as he walks. He wears a puffy orange wig and a layer of white make-up, his cheeks coloured red and his nose now bearing a red ball in place of it.

Personal Related
Information:

Personality:
Atticus is a little difficult to figure out upon first meeting him. Here's a quick rundown of what he is usually like.

Around others...

He's a goofy, carefree spirit who always has something positive to say to whoever he's talking to. He day-dreams and wanders off into his own little world, almost completely unaware of what's going on around him. He hates when there's an awkward silence during a conversation and will do almost anything to end it, from juggling to having Psuedo jump in on a conversation, who he normally prefers quiet with a lollipop buried halfway down his throat. He also can become rather tongue-tied or clumsy, as if he wasn't clumsy enough already.

How he generally acts...

Atticus can go from goofy, doing stupid or silly things that can usually get a giggle or two out of people such as cracking a joke or doing something clumsy or ridiculous, to being downright bizarre, let it be walking on his hands, juggling whatever he has in his pocket at the time, scribble strange features on the people in magazines(who he just thinks of as attention whores) and reading a book or taking pictures upside-down. It's as if he's oblivious to the fact that people can see him. It's most likely due to the fact that he was a clown for so long, he sometimes forgets not to do these things in public. Most people would be turned off by such a person, believing they belong in a medical institute rather than in "decent society". What is decent society these days anyway? it's an answer he has never quite gotten when upper class snobs ask him. It's like half of them don't even realize a war's going on and he finds it insulting to merely be around such people.

When working...

Even though Atticus is quite scatter-brained, he is good at his job. Most people wouldn't usually depend on a person who finds that reading while sitting upside down against an armchair is relaxing and that it seems to "take away all of life's burdens that hang on your shoulders. It makes you feel light and calm". Any normal person or person dubbed as normal would tell him that it's just the blood rushing to his head that's making him feels so calm but he won't listen. It's quite surprising to find out that he is actually quite talented at thinking out battle plans, tactics and is amazing at reconnaissance, given his long standing hobby in photography. It can seriously surprise people and definitely surprised everyone when he first joined the Rangers. He tries to think around a problem as opposed to facing one straight on. He was always like that and is a bit of a pacifist and rarely has a thought of injuring another human being in combat.

Around his Pokemon...

Atticus feels calm around his Pokemon, the reason being that they are all his best friends whom he has been with for what seems like an eternity. Sure there are some he gets along with better than others, not that I'm mentioning any names(coughPYRITEcough). He feels calm and open around them, regardless of who they are and is always trying to make them happy, often listening in on their conversations to find out what they like so he can surprise them with a present later. the only one he hasn't quite figured out is Pyrite, due to the problem that is his belief that Atticus killed his trainer all those years ago. Even though Pyrite wishes for nothing more than Atticus' downfall, Atticus is constantly doing nice things for the little lava snail, ignoring any insults or threats on his life as he does so. It's as if nothing from any of his Pokemon, let alone Pyrite, can phase him in the slightest. All he wants is for his Pokemon to be happy, even if they get on his nerves at times. *Glances at Psuedo*
Psuedo: *licking lollipop* What did I do!? D<
Narrator: Oh, nothing... Nothing at all...

When angered...

Everybody gets angry, and Atticus is no exception. He's normally this genuinely nice guy who wouldn't hurt a fly, but he has his moments. If something that irritates or downright pisses him off, he will get mad. You can tell if you're doing any of these things by his expression. A vein on his neck seems to throb, his face going rather flustered with his teeth grinding together in a seemingly rhythmic pattern. Then there's the tone of voice. It goes from "Woohoo! This is funny as hell!" to "Touch me and you will taste foot for the next month". It's actually quite comical to see him like this, anybody who knows him often getting a laugh or two out of his flustered state. He is a helluva lot more serious like this, often going out of the way to get something done, not allowing any distractions, even so much as a cup of hot chocolate with a friend.

When facing his fears...

Atticus has a fear of both water and serpent-like Pokemon and, for that reason, has never gone anywhere near where one of the two might be, unless he has somebody there. It is sort of weird seeing him going from the most positive person you have ever met to a guy who cowers behind a rock or somewhere very dry and free of any water that reaches above his shins. He gained his fear of water from when he was a child, setting the fear in stone again later on in his life.

His fear of serpents derived from another source. This source was from his days as a Ranger, coming face-to-face with his first Pravus member before. It was too late for him to so much as fight back as he was set upon by and Arbok and a seviper. Ever since that day he has had a large scar running down his back from the Seviper's tail, reminding him of that day terrible day. The day he first experienced death.


History:
I guess I should start from where most people's lives start. The beginning...

... Atticus was born into a well off family who lived peacefully in the town of Barkwish. His parents were called Catherine and Alexander. He was born an only child and lived in a rather large house his parents "inherited" from his grandparents, Arthur and Bethany Bordeaux. His family definately wasn't poor, that was for sure. Apparently it was all due to his grandmother, basically known as the head of the family. His father was the youngest of five sons and one daughter while his mother came from a peaceful family who were scattered across the countryside of Remoor. They never kept contact with his father's side of the family though, due to a falling out that occured years ago.

Atticus was a rather hyper-active and curious child, often getting into crawlspaces in the house or in the insulation between the walls, often forcing his parents to use their Plusle and Minun to find him. He loved Pokemon though and loved to play with his parents Pokemon, mostly due to the fact that he never really met any other toddlers and only had the Pokemon to play with. This was until he was about four.

When he was four, his parents had another baby, a daughter they called Catherine after her mother. Of course Atticus couldn't pronounce it as he was in the early stages of talking and shortened it to Kat. He was always curious about the little girl, treating her like an invader for the first year she was in the house. After that he would carry her around, with great difficulty that is, and would show her his favourite places in the house. He developed a bond with her, a bond that could never be broken.

It was when Atticus was six that he developed his fear of water and snake-like Pokemon. It was when he was out for a walk with his mother that he wandered off to the river. He liked to play by the water with the Magikarp and Goldeen that would play there. There were no Magikarp or Goldeen in the water though. There was however a fish Pokemon he had never seen before. It was red with a blue belly and a yellow fin on top. It looked kind of menacing but, being only six, he couldn't really tell that he was face to face with a school of Carvahna. That wasn't all that was lurking in the water though. No. There was a group of Ekans and Seviper not far up stream. As he inched his hand ever closer to the Carvahna, he was jumped by an Ekans, startling and causing him to fall into the river. The Carvahna kept their distnce from them but the ekans had other ideas and decided to slither after him. The creature wrapped around him, pulling him below and all seemed grim. He eventually blacked out.

He eventually woke up, spluttering and choking as his lungs tried to release any water within. Over him stood his mother and his father, who was holding Kat. He then turned his head to see a Duskull and Chatot sitting beside him. If it weren't for those two seeing him wander off, Atticus' life would have ended then and there.

One of Atticus' fondest memories with his sister were the chases he would have with the Duskull and Chatot that liked to hang around by their house. Atticus would always try to catch the Duskull and end up running through it before falling flat on his face while Kat would crawl after the Chatot as it hopped around, waving its metronome like tail to tease her. The two loved such simple times as those. This was until strange people began to appear around Barkwish, scaring off the Pokemon, even the Duskull and Chatot they had loved so much dissappeared.

It was not until Atticus was seven and Kat was three that the small attacks happen upon Barwish turned more frequent, more violent. They were caused by a group called Pravus, apparently trying to get to Professor Mahaogany and the horde of Pokemon he kept at his, just waiting to be either captured or mutated in the experiments they had plans. Of course, there was a few who fought back against Pravus, apparently part of some underground bent on stopping the evil-doers. Atticus and Kat were too young to comprehend this so they naturally just thought of the group as a group of trianers who wanted to battle their parents or get another starter Pokemon from the Professor, being how naive they were.

When Atticus was not more than a month over nine, there was a terrible attack by Pravus. Atticus told him to get away with Kat and only to return if they come for them. Atticus took his little sister and ran into the forest land by Barkwish. They were not so sly as to avoid detection though. No. A Pravus, maybe only a grunt or a recruit who has only gotten his first taste of war from this attack, spotted the two as they tried to escape. Why he went after them, they did not know. After all, there wasn't anything special about two kids with no Pokemon, right?

The two ran as fast as they could from the grunt and his Cacnea, only a baby Cacnea at that but it was still a threat to the children. The two ran until they were cornered at the edge of a cliff, the man edging closer two the two, telling them he was just going to take them back to their parents. yeah right! Why did he need the net then? Honestly, the two weren't that naive. The two cowered, closing there eyes and waiting for whatever fate had instore fo them, Kat only copying Atticus. Nothing happened, at least not to them anyway. There was a cold wind, almost sinister. That and what seemed to be a peircing screeching sound. The two opened there eyes to see two Pokemon driving off the man and his Cacnea. The two stared in awe at the sight before them. A Duskull and a Chatot. Could it be the same two Pokemon they played with when they were younger? What happened next verified this. The two Pokemon ran over too the two children and hugged them tight, Atticus not phasing through his Duskull friend this time.

Atticus made his way back to Barkwish, Kat curled up in his arms, asleep, with their Pokemon friends. They saw their parents on there way out of the town, more than likely going to look for them. Atticus ran over to them, the Duskull and Chatot flying(or floating in the Duskull's case) happily behind him. His parents lead him and the Pokemon inside the house, cooking up a meal for them once they relaxed in the sitting room.

Things changed after that event, the most significant being the Pokemon's choice to live with the family from then on. Atticus would train with his Duskull, who he had named fletcher after a guy in a T.V. show he reminded of, while Kat and her Chatot would play in the garden. This was also when Atticus learned he was quite limber, after doing a few cartwheels and walking around on his hands for a while. He would spend most of his time either training Fletcher or practicing his new found talent, this and the odd bit of reading.

When Atticus turned thirteen, he asked his parents if he could go travelling, mostly as he was now the oldest youth in Barkwish who hadn't gone off adventuring yet. His parents promptly let him go, believing he was more than capable of handling himself. Before he left, his father gave him a rucksack containing some money, food a camera and a photo album. He wanted to be able to see things that Atticus had seen upon returning home, hoping he could maybe show them to Kat to further motivate the young girl when she was older. He set out for a distant town to catch a ship to the Sinnoh region, a region he believed he could unleash Fletcher and his full potential. Of course, he had very little money upon arriving, spending most of his money on food and the rest on items. As you can imagine, not many places would accept a thirteen year old boy for work so he did the only thing he could do. Perform. Fletcher and him would hang around in town squares and while Fletcher made flaming hoops and lightshows using his attacks, Atticus would walk around on his hand or do a backflip through one of the hoops. He made quite the killing doing this, which kept Fletcher and him fed for the most part.

It was during his travels that he stumbled upon a rare sight. A Kecleon cornered by a group of men dressed in a rather dark blue and grey. He remembered those same colours before, but from where he couldn't quite recall. Whoever they were, the Kecleon clearly didn't want to be there. There was someting different about te Kecleon though. It was red with green markings as opposed to the normal green with red and gold ones. It must've been why they wanted him. Atticus, being the do-gooder he is, jumped in to defend the injured Kecleon. The two men had a Slugma, an Onix and two Seviper out and all Atticus had to defend himself with was Fletcher. After Fletcher was defeated, the Seviper lunged at him, gouging a large scar across his spine, barely missing a notch in his vertebrae. It was only when the Onix launched an attack at the already brutally injured Kecleon that he reacted, despite his fear. He grabbed the creature before the Onix could hit the Kecleon and him, causing the Onix's attack to gouge into the cliff face they were battling by. The attack sent tremors through the rocks, causing a rockslide to occur, crushing the two men beneath the many boulders that fell. Atticus only managed to avoid the bombardment of boulders as he was crouched behind a boulder with the Kecleon and Fletcher. He waited until it was over before coming out from his hiding place. There was no sign of the two men, only the Slugma and the Onix. the Onix fled into the undergrowth while the Slugma just stared. Atticu saw its Pokeball sticking out amongst the rocks and picked it up. The Slugma darted a glance at Atticus before hissing slightly. Atticus finally grasped that its trainer was dead and it had nowhere to go. Atticus called the creature back and took him in as his own, despite it being one of the creatures that had injured the Kecleon. After tending to the kecleon's wounds, Atticus set off, not getting far before he found the Kecleon was following him. Atticus befriended the creature and took him with him, naming the curtious little creature Edgar.

By the time Atticus was seventeen, he had managed to evolve Fletcher and the disgruntled Slugma he finally named Pyrite. It was also by this time that he began to run low on money, his street acting being dismissed quickly. It was then that he ran into a man called Soloman , who owned a travelling circus and was impressed with Atticus' acrobatics skills. He took up the offer and was given a Ditto as a gift. Atticus named the little guy Psuedo and became quite attatched to him. The group travelled with the circus troupe until Atticus was nineteen. By then he was an accomplished performer and many in the Sinnoh Region recognised him as Ollie the Clown.

It was not long after he turned nineteen that he decided to go back and visit his family and see how they were doing. He took the next boat home and headed to Barkwish, intent on seeing his familt again. His sister had probably left home at this point but he could still say hello to his parents. When he got there, he saw a rather morbid sight. Destroyed houses, grass that grew long and tall, the odd corpse here and there. He ran to his house on the outskirts of the town to find it still intact, probably not even seen during the take-over by Pravus in the area. He went inside and found nobody home. What was all the more troubling was that the house seemed undisturbed for near three years but there was something unsettling about it. There were no Pokeballs, people or any of his families personnal possessions there. Only old furniture remained but andy phot frames were cleared out. All but one in Atticus' room. He took the photo from its frame, revealing some writing on the back. It just said that they were okay and that he should not worry. There was an address underneath the note located in the Nada Citadel. Atticus set out to the Nada Citadel, in search of his family.

Upon arriving, the address lead not to his parents, but to a small building. Inside was a group of people belonging to the resistance against Pravus. Atticus knew what his parents wishes were and fought alongside the resistance based at the nada Citadel.

Over time, the small resistance grew in size, recruiting more members and the building expanding from its puny state to a distinctively larger base of operations. They called themselves the rangers and he stayed with them, hoping to defeat Pravus and find his scattered family. hell, he would settle for his bitch of a grandmother that he knew nothing about at this point.

During his time in the Rangers he has met a rather agressive Croconaw and even a different coloured Shroomish, who have both become vital members of his team. Now he just lounges around at the Ranger base, waiting for something to come up.


Characters Pokemon:



Name: Fletcher
Species: Dusclops
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Level: 42
Item: Leftovers
Personality: Shell Bell
Fletcher is like Atticus in many ways, and as such has picked up on some of his habits without knowing it. He is a jolly Pokemon most of the time, being quite notable when you hear him whistling away to himself in the corner. Atticus and him are always together. As far as their memories go back, they have never been apart. Infact, Fletcher hasn't been inside his Pokeball since that fated day Atticus got him. Fletcher doesn't wish to evolve into a Dusknoir, fearing his jolly nature will be replaced with hate and anger. He has a few scars here and there from previous battles together. He is never seen without his trademark top hat.

Despite his kind and heartwarming attitude, he's a fully fledged prankster and mischief maker like the rest of his type. He can often do things that get Atticus in trouble with his higher ups, who didn't find it quite as funny as he did to see a bunch of Krabby inhabiting their toilet as they went to sit down... He is the only one on the team to get along with the rather conflicted Pyrite. He is trying to show him that Atticus means no harm, and that he was innocent of the tragic death of his original trainer.
Attacks:

• Gravity
  
• Ice Punch
  
• Fire Punch
  
• Will-o-wisp
  
• Shadow Punch
  
• Pain Split
  
• Earthquake
  
• Ominous Wind

Name: Edgar
Species: Shiny(red&green) Kecleon
Genders: Male
Age: 22
Level: 38
Item: Metronome
Personality:
Edgar is different to most Kecleon in the way that his skin is mostly red with a green belly stripe, head frills, tongue and claws as his default colour. Some think he just has trouble changing from fire to a normal Kecleon's colours. This assumption is false as his green parts change gold when he is mimicing a fire type.

Edgar is a gentlemanly, yet rather scatter-brained creature, often going to to something polite or generous for another and ending up tripping and knocking them into a puddle of mud or calling the beautiful princess "Sire". He really does mean well, it's just things don't seem to turn out right for him or he loses his train of thought. He feels down on himself but Atticus always manages to find a way to cheer him up, the most used method being peppermints or cheri berries. He is often against Atticus, Fletcher and Psuedo's little pranks, objecting to them saying they're un-chivalrous and wrong. He eventually gets pulled in and causes sheer chaos. He is Atticus' voice of reason and has an odd love of tea, let it be jasmin or the type you get from a tea bag, he'll drink it heartily.
Attacks:

• Shadow Sneak
  
• Lick
  
• Psybeam
  
• Faint Attack
  
• Trick
  
• Dizzy Punch
  
• Flamethrower
  
• Shadow Claw

Name: Pyrite
Species: Magcargo
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Level: 41
Item: Metronome
Personality:
Pyrite is as fiery and hot-headed as his type. He is both violent and stubborn when it comes down to orders or suggestions towards him. He'll just ignore you entirely before giving you a plain simple "Did you say something? I thought I heard some asshole nagging me". It can more often than not put Atticus in the position to just send him back into his Pokeball until he can learn to behave.

He constantly downs on the Rangers, believing them to be weak and all who work their on their own free will are pansies! He's more acquainted to Pravus than he is the Rangers, as his original trainer was from Pravus before he died at the hands of who he believes was Atticus. Even though Atticus is constantly trying to get on his good side, he just brushes him off and calls him a murderer. He does get along with Fletcher though, only ever getting enraged at the gleeful ghost when he does something nice for Atticus, which happens frequently.
Attacks:

• Recover
  
• Ancientpower
  
• Lava Plume
  
• Rock Throw
  
• Heat Wave
  
• Smokescreen
  
• Hyper Beam
  
• Flamethrower

Name: Psuedo
Species: Ditto
Gender: Male
Age: 8
Level: 35
Item: Metal Powder
Personality:
Psuedo is the youngest and by far the most bubbly of Atticus' team. He is usually spotted sitting atop Atticus' shoulder, morphing into the Pokemon he sees as they travel or licking a giant lollipop Atticus gave him to keep him occupied. He is jolly and friendly to anyone he meets, although he does act quite childish, considering his juvenile age. He is easily influenced as long as you have chocolate or sweets on you. He looks up to Fletcher and tends to mimic his every action. He enjoys practical jokes and often uses his teammates as disguises when he does something bad. Pyrite is one of his favourite disguises.
Attack:

• Transform

Name: Alice
Species: Feraligatr
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Level: 50
Item: Muscle Band
Personality:
Alice is the antisocial bitch of the group, big headed and anti-social. Not exactly the type of Pokemon to coo at the sight of a baby, more or less suggesting that she sees how far she can throw it. Still, she does have a better side to her, only this side shows her as a cruel and sadistic beast, using that gift oh too many women possess to make even the manliest of men whimper in fear. Yeah, she really isn't taken out all too often...
Attack:

• Ice Punch
  
• Aqua Tail
  
• Dragon Dance
  
• Crunch
  
• Hydro Cannon
  
• Toxic
  
• Outrage
  
• Shadow Claw

Name: Louis//Lou
Species: Shiny Breloom
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Level: 47
Item: Muscle Band
Personality:
Louis is a shy, reclusive Pokemon, never making contact with somebody he isn't comfortable around. Anybody who does usually gets a facefull of spores and perhaps a punch or two. Atticus still has no knowledge as to why the creature is like this and so just leaves the little guy alone. Louis has a liking to round, smooth objects and you can usually see him stroking something of the sort and hoarding it in Atticus' room.
Attack:

• Spore
  
• Sky Uppercut
  
• Dynamic Punch
  
• Seed Bomb
  
• Stun Spore
  
• Toxic
  
• Force Palm
  
• Stone Edge

Role Playing
Sample:


(Avert your gaze! Haven't really RP'ed ina while so yah, crap with fancy words thrown in with it. >.>)

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, pitter, patter...

The sound of footsteps could be heard echoing through the trees, almost harmonic in tone. It grew louder, louder still, the source of the footsteps still unknown. Suddenly, there was silence. Not a sound could be heard. A certain stillness in the air. Naught could be heard but the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, the tall tufts of grass swaying in tune. It was peaceful, a strange solitude unknown to these dangerous times. Then, it started again, the footsteps seemed oh-so close. Still, there was no source, no culprit to the footsteps but the evidence they were near was there. Three-toed footprints stood in the mud and dirt, traveling in a straight line towards the location of the of the other Pokemon. An ally, or a foe? Was there even something there? Of course there was, otherwise there would have been no reason in writing this.

You would only notice this if you had a really good eye but the source of the footprints was literally in plain sight. The only evidence of such a creature being the red zig-zag line floating in mid-air, only being hidden as it passed by a long line of bushes, littered with ripe, red berries. It was a Kecleon by the name of Edgar, or at least it was Kecleon in appearance. Like the many others who were gathered ahead, this Kecleon was not a natural born Pokemon, he was a human trapped in Pokemon form. How he got like this, he does not know, 'nor does he remember anything of his past prior to the transformation, excluding his name and personality.

... Well that's not entirely true.

One thought clung to his mind like cement. It was more of an image really. A little boy, maybe only five, hlding what appeared to be a tattered old Kecleon plushie. At first he thought it was him, but that thought was quickly dismissed. Surely he was more mature and knowledgeable than a five year old. Still, why this was the only thing from his life prior to this that he could remember, he did not know. Maybe it was a child prior to this whole predicament that he was close to. Maybe a family member or a child whom he watched or helped look after as a human. The numerous possibilities hung over his head like storm clouds with no signs of stopping, growing ever thicker and darker.

He was still not used to his new body, tripping or pottering around clumsily, knocking damn near everything nearby down. Maybe it was the body or maybe it was just the way he was. Clumsy. If only he knew the answer to his own question. Another thing was that he was so damn short, still not nearly as short as some of the other Pokemon with them, but he was short by his own standards, remembering that he once towered over people, and now his head lies just below the average man's waist. There were a few perks though. He could climb trees quite easily, he was by far more agile and flexible and, on top of all that, he could now change his body colour as he pleased. This was his favourite part of the transformation. He remembered waking up in a rather secluded corner of a forest, feeling rather disoriented and wondering what the hell had happened to him, a few other Pokemon gathered around him. It was rather unnerving to put it lightly, and then he vanished, all but his belly stripe were completely hidden. He then ran off into a forest, being caught by a group of assholes in uniform not shortly after. He had a hard time remembering the details, but he remembered them putting this collar thing around him. How could he forget the thing that left a rather nasty mark around his neck, it was like being strangled with a cable cord. He only managed to escape because the van he was being taken away in broke down, giving him enough time to flee, eventually meeting up with another group of Pokemon, the same group he was currently trying to find again.

Edgar spotted a few trees nestled closly together, which looked rather climbable. He made a quick run, nearly tripping once or twice as he did so, before leaping for a branch, his claws digging tightly into the bark. He hung there for a moment before pulling himself up, his curly tail wrapping around another nearby branch to help with this manouvre. Once up, he turned to face the tree, digging his claws into the bark as he climbed to the top. He nibbled on a berry or two as he made his way up, which he had to admit were rather delicious. Upon reaching the top he looked upon the scene infront of him, serveying the area like a Staraptor hunts for its prey. he was trying to find his companions, as he had wandered off from the rest of the group like the adventurous little beast he was. He began to inhale deeply, before bursting out in a fit of coughing and spluttering. This was due to the horrid smell and smoke that was wafting across the area of forest that intertwined with the human's habitat. Of course, nobody could see Edgar coughing, as he was still in comoflauge and his little zig-zag on his belly was hidden amongst the foliage.

"Blegh! That smells wretched! How did I stand that putrid smell as a human. It's seriously disgusting. Yuck!"

Edgar shook his head from side to side, trying to shake off the grogginess and sickly feeling that was floating around in his stomach. It was such a repelling stench that he lost all feeling in his little reptilian legs and just fell, landing on a branch not far below him. His head was spinning and a sharp pain emitted from his reptilian spine.

"Gah! That hurt like hell! I need a band-aid... Either that or some big ass chocolate bar. God, I could go for one of those..."

While Edger was pondering his love of the chocolate substance, he was completely unaware to the branch that was currently snapping below him. With a loud crack the branch split from the tree, causing him to plummet from his perch to the ground, and to make things worse, as he stumbled to his feet rather clumsily... he fell down a slope. Two birds one stone, only this stone seemed to want to kill little Edgar. Oh what woe befalls poor Edgar. He rolled and rolled, and rolled some more, eventually coming to a stop after crashing into a tree. He stumbled to his feet, his comoflauge reflex causing him to change colours rapidly.

"Ow. My head... Just... ow..."

Edgar shook his head from side to side, trying to shake off the stabbing pain in his head. He finally regained control of his camoflauge reflex and blended in with his surroundings once more. After finally assessing his surroundings, his head still felt like it was after headbutting a Steelix, he noticed voices. His interest peaked, making his way towards a large bush near where they were coming from. He kept all but his invisible head hidden behind the bush and looked around. It was his teammates. He heard most of the conversation between them all, staring at the house that was supposed to be the target of their next mission. He looked around and speyed the timid little Charmander they had met. Oh how he loved to scare her. It was beginning to seem like he had a grudge against the poor little lizard at this point. He had a plan but it seemed a little mean. like hell if he cared. He took two steps back, did a little hop and just jumped up behind the little Charmander, and wailed like a ghost Pokemon with a megaphone, his skin now flashing all the colours of the rainbow

After giving the Charmander a fright, he hopped over to the Zangoose, his skin still flashing like a strobe light. He hit himself in the head twice and it stopped. He really should find another way to stop that from happening, otherwise he'll have serious brain damage by the time he finds out a way to become human.

"Hey Madison! Sorry for wandering off, it's just I saw this berry bush and this really creepy looking cave and I had to go take a look. You aren't mad at me riiiiiiiiight?" he chattered happily, his mouth moving at about a hundred miles and hour. He then turned to the Charmander with a rather unnerving smile on him. "Hope I didn't scare you too bad!"

Edgar wandered over to a tree stumped and parked his backside on top of it. He only heard the jist of what the other Pokemon were talking about while he was sitting in the bush. They were trying to find a way into the house. So far here was the window idea and the breaking down the door one. He liked the idea of going in a window, all super spy-like. "How about we get somebody small enough to hop in one of the windows and open a back door or something to let the rest of us in. I really don't think some of us will be able to squeeze through those windows. We aren't all that small." he mused, darting a quick glance at the Charmander as he said the last line of his idea. Upon finishing up his plan he began playing with his toes. They were so damn scaly. He just sat there on his ass, letting the rest think up some master plan to get them in while he cleaned the mud from the crevices in his feet.



((Alright, had to re-post it because I can't edit the first post. Just gave him two extra Pokemon and added a little paragraph to his history.))

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Approved..again.