Connor Kaikera {WIP}

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[atrb=width,500,bTable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][bg=C6E2E8] ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼ Hello, my name is Connor. You won't have heard of me unless you're in Team Tsuasa; they're keeping me a secret for some reason. I find it strange, but they seem to find me extremely important... I'm not allowed to say too much, so I won't give away their plans. They are nice to me there. They respect me and treat me like their equal- no, their superior- and do not abuse me. It's wonderful to be treated that way. I have my own quarters, and food whenever I want it. The Boss cares for me well, and has taken on a motherly role. I like to think of her as my new Mother, too, and she likes it when I think of her like that. She lets me have anything I want; my own Pokémon, food, stuff, anything! Just so long as I talk to her about my abilities, what I am and I train to become strong. That's not so wrong, is it? After I arrived here, Mother showed me around my new home at the Team Tsuasa headquarters. No, I'm not revealing where that is. After a little while of me asking, she was kind enough to gift me with not one, but three Pokémon! One of them was owned before, but apparently the previous owner let her have the baby Pokémon, although it was already named Ashri. Ashri is a Sneasel, and a very sweet one. He likes his attention, and I don't mind spending lots of time with the little guy. The other Pokémon I was gifted are a Beavern and Gible. I named the Beavern after the Celtic goddess Tamesis, the goddess of the river Thames from back in my home universe. I named the Gible Hades, after the Greek God of war, since he is clearly a natural born fighter. Now, onto my profile. Read ahead, see what you think about me.

[bg=C6E2E8] Hello, Connor here. Please note that I am not from this universe, and so my perspective of things might be incredibly different. See, I am from a place called England, on a planet in parallel universe. I'll explain more about that later. I suppose that because I belong to Team Tsuasa, you assume I'm bad. Please don't reject me, I've had too much of that. I'm just doing what I feel is right. I'm not evil... am I? //name:: Connor Kaikera //age:: 14 years //birthday:: 12th August //gender:: Male //sexuality:: Straight //career:: Team Tsuasa's greatest weapon //species:: Albino Ho-Oh Pokémorph

[bg=C6E2E8] Look, there's a more clear picture of me here! Check it out; -will insert link later- People say I'm a most unusual character. I suppose you could say I'm a little handsome, yes, but most people don't notice that. This is because my other features are perticulally interesting; one, I'm an albino; two, I'm a Ho-oh Pokémorph. I'm ashamed of this, but here the Tsuasans really like it. But, of course, we must put this into more depth. Here's what I found in my file, since it's probably better if you get an unbiased description of me. Connor's features are nicely proportioned, his lips speaking honestly and so on. It is his eyes which are startling. They are, due to his albinoism, a shocking red, various shades of the colour dancing and swirling subject to his emotions and the lighting. If he is upset, they will turn a slightly softer shade. If he is angry, they will be fiery, and if he is happy, they will be brighter. He is not extremely pleased with his eyes; although they are deep and emotional, they are not too good at their intended purpose; sight. He usually wears contacts, but sometimes, say if he can't be bothered or has run out, he will wear a pair of thick, pale grey rimmed glasses. Without these, he can hardly see. If he chooses to wear them, they are stylish ones, of course, as his new 'Mother' insists. Connor's hair is an untidy mop of scruffy chalk white. Many a time has he attempted to pull a comb through it, but it never did work. So, he tries to make lemonade out of lemons; he went for a 'rugged' look, a lock of hair in front of an eye. If it weren't for his odd colouring, he would have pulled it off extremely well. His hair hides his pointed, feathery ears, hanging down to roughly his jaw line. Speaking of jaw lines, he has a thin pale scar running a quarter of the way along his before it creeps towards his throat. It barely stands out against his skin, and he doesn't tell anyone how he got it even if they notice it, but it certainly looks as though something narrowly missed slitting his throat. The reason why it doesn't stand out much is because, although it would really show up against someone with a normal shading of white skin, even more so on someone with dark skin, his skin is different. Again, thanks to the albinoism. His skin is a deathly pale, making him appear to be a paper-white ghost or extremely ill. It is rather shocking. Other than that, his skin is soft and smooth, just white as snow. Connor is neither tall nor short, reaching around five or six feet tall. He is rather skinny, but not in the gangly, goofy way. He has a good posture and a powerful presense, a sense of authority about him despite his young age. He doesn't really care about that, however. He is not a body builder or the sort of person who goes all-out to look muscular; his network of well shaped muscles were earned by hardship. He is strong, but sometimes too strong. He isn't familiar with his own strength, leading him to be a tad clumsy at times. He often crushes things in his grip, and so is always exremely careful. His nails grow very quickly and are much like claws, sharp and pointed. His hair, however, does not grow as fast, thankfully. He cuts his nails often, but it does little to keep them tamed. They are pretty sharp, and if he knows he might need to fight soon, he will not cut them so he will have an extra weapon, not that he enjoys fighting much. Other than that, however, he somehow manages to keep them short and safe. More impressive than his muscular figure is what casts a shadow over it, making people cringe away from him as they laybel him a freak. From the frontmost roots of his hair produces a tall golden crest, curling over at the top. It shines like real gold, and when it hits the light, small rainbows dance along the surface. This is a feature from Ho-oh. His spine has a few extra segments, producing a long, beautiful tail from the end. Feathers make up most of it's length; every colour of the rainbow. It tenses up, straightenes or flicks up and so on depending on his mood. However, more astounding than the tail or the crest is the wings. Connor's wings, when stretched, reach an eleven foot wingspan. His feathers, unlike Ho-oh's, are white, the primaries, rather than being green, are merely only slightly green, they are so pale. His wings are thick with muscle, easily the strongest of his apendages. He can fly, true, but he wouldn't cheat by not buying the TM; you will never see him fly anywhere near a city or settlement of any kind. He hates it when people know what he is; they might try to kill him, capture him, or the like. So, even when flying out in the countryside, he prefers to fly just below the clouds, where he might be mistaken for a large bird Pokémon like Starraptor. When not alone or flying, he keeps his wings tucked tightly against his back, undetectable. If he does pull them out, for whatever reason, he might look like a 'fallen angel'; deathly pale, with mostly white wings and lovely features but peircing red eyes. He wears cheap, old clothes for two reasons; one, he likes to keep a low profile, and two, because he couldn't afford better in his past and so feels awkward if he wears expensive stuff now. He often goes barefoot, but if he must, for example if he's in a swamp or town where he wouldn't fit in without shoes, he will wear flimsy sandals or old comfy trainers. His legs are donned in baggy, grass stained and hole filled trousers. These are generally pale blue jeans or a pale coloured tracksuit. If they don't fit him at the waist, he uses a light silver belt. He never wears long sleeved shirts, preferring those with short or no sleeves. Often white, always plain, Connor takes care with one thing; the long slits in the back of his shirts to let his wings through. He makes sure that they will be invisible when his wings are tucked in. He also does this to a light green jacket he wears if it gets too cold for him, which isn't often; as a 'morph of a Fire type, his fire can keep him warm. He carries a lightweight white backpack which holds all his posessions; a photograph of his family, a stuffed Eevee and a book of Pokémon.

[bg=C6E2E8] Again, I'm using stuff from my files so to avoid a biast description. Firslty, Connor is very English. English accent, likes tea, the lot. Connor is not generally the sort of guy you would expect to see jabbering about something purely because he can. In fact, Connor is not the sort of guy you'd see at all. He keeps to himself, mostly, melting into the shadows at any time he wishes; generally if there's anyone suspicious looking around. Some might interpret this as cowardice and shyness, but in actual fact, Connor is far from either of these two. He only hides from danger because he is smart, and doesn't want to cause unnescessary trouble for others. Before, he has made the mistake of allowing himself to be seen, and he has never enjoyed the consequences. Connor is intelligent. He has to be, after all, if he wishes to survive the harsh conditions he so often has to deal with. He can make do with very little at hand, his mind full of imagination, enabling him to craft tools out of mere junk. However, his intelligence is more for the survival aspect, like knowing what is good to eat and what would eat you, rather than what he calls 'useless classroom junk'; he never went to school, after all. If you give him a maths test, he will fail it. However, give him a deserted island, and he will live their comfortably. His knowledge is composed completely of things he would find handy to know, such as medical things, food, Pokémon, fighting, and various other things. So, that's Connor's mind for you; failing school, but winning life. Connor doesn't have the best social skills in the world, since it isn't exactly as if he's been around too many people in his life. He's especially bad at talking to any girls he fancies. He never knows exactly what the right thing to say is, and can often talk himself into awkward situations if he is simply trying to have a casual conversation or chat up a girl. He knows how to talk his way out of a lot of difficult situations, but socially, he's not so good. Feeling quite angry at the world for the slot it gave him in life, Connor doesn't tend to be the sort who will go back on his word or be influenced by begging. Hardened by a sad and tough past, he leaves himself cold and empty. Of course, he does feel bad about what he does sometimes, but he locks it away and does his best to forget about it. He trusts very few people, but definately trusts the highest ranking people in Team Tsuasa, as he thinks what they are doing will finally get him the justice he so sorely wants. He is always a cool, calm and collected sort of person, since he understands that anger can cloud the mind from focusing properly. If ever he feels angry, he simply calms himself down. Flying tends to help calm him down. However, there is one way to anger Connor, and it's pretty easy. Just insult him on his albinoism, and he'll run at you in a rage that'll make you want to take your comment back. He can often control his anger to a minor throb of insults, but sometimes his Pidgeot genes get the better of him and he becomes uncontrollable. He will attack with all his might when angry, hitting and thumping anyone in sight. He sees this as much of a weakness, for when you lose control, you lose the fight. Speaking of fighting, he's a rather good fighter. He isn't the sort who would simply go all-out with punches and kicks, however. Being slim and strong, agile and intelligent, he can win fights. Oh, and his Ho-Oh genes don't hurt his chances, either. He finds his opponent's weakness, and plays to that, generally. However many times people say that it's 'cowardly to attack when you're opponent's back is turned', he doesn't care. He just knows that, in a life-and-death situation, it's best just to win no matter how you go about doing it. So, he often fights dirty, attacking pressure points to send enemy's muscles into spasm before knocking them out. However, he hates fighting, again prefering to talk his way out of things. He is good at finding loopholes, thankfully. He will only fight if it's absolutely nescessary, and always regrets doing it afterwards. Connor is a bit of a pyromaniac. He loves anything to do with fire; bright or firey colours, heat, light, the lot. He doesn't feel temperature much, which can be useful if he's stuck in a blizzard or desert, but annoying if everyone's sunbathing on the beach. However, he feels he more than makes up for it with his special abilities. He has somewhat decent influence over fire. Nothing at all like what a full Ho-oh can do, but still, it's something. He can't influence anything larger than the sort of fire you'd get in a fireplace, but he's still proud of his ability. He can create sparks from nothing. He can set small objects on fire, such as leaves and things, which he can use to set larger objects of fire. He can create fireballs. He can tame small areas off fire at a time, so someone might be able to not be burned with it. He can even shape fire, which is how he makes his fireballs. He loves this, and practices it often. However, he is unable to do this in public, so instead does it in secret, to keep his ability hidden from people. There is one final thing about Connor which is hard to explain, since he himself doesn't understand it. Scientists have tried, but never quite managed. He has given it a name; 'Soul Singing'. Basically, when he is feeling an incredible amount of emotion all balled up in one hard-to-let-go-of ball, he releases it in a most unusual way. It has only happened a few times, most remarkable probably being the time when he first arrived in Enera. He lets his emotions spill out, his eyes closing as he expresses his emotions shockingly. A great noise, the song of a Ho-oh, can be heard from seemingly out of nowhere. This varies depending on how he is feeling; it can induce fear, sadness or even happiness in those who witness it. A great shape made entirely of light appears in the form of the original Ho-oh, a great red-orange shape. This is the one thing no-one quite knows about him.

[bg=C6E2E8] -WIP-

[bg=C6E2E8] //name:: Vivime //settled:: No //favourite forms:: Most flying, dragon or fire types, especially Dragonite, Swablu, Charizard and Pidgeot. //appearance:: //personality::

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