Can I have one reserved?
Name: Heather Follia
Sexuality: Asexual (Well, seeing that she's a little girl, I think that should kind of go without saying.)
Appearance: Heather has a rather petite and somewhat frail figure, being thinner and a bit shorter than most other people her age, with fair skin and the occasional freckle or two on her face, much to her chagrin. Her long and curly brown hair is usually in a tangled mess down the back of her head, seeing as she never really pays attention to her hair. She can usually be found wearing a white shirt, a long, bright yellow skirt that goes down to about her ankles, and bright pink sandals. She also can be found wearing a bright yellow shirt and blue overalls, should the occasion call for less frivolous attire.
Personality: Heather is a very, very strange child.
At first glance, she seems just like your average small child. Overtly hyperactive, incredibly extroverted, and totally innocent. Her favorite color is bright yellow, and some of her hobbies include doodling, running around in circles, and chatting the ears off of other people.
Then, you might ask, why is she involved in the Dark Arts Academy, where criminals and murderers alike frequently convene?
Well, you have Lucy to blame for that.
See, due to a particularly traumatizing incident that happened to her at a very young age, (see History for details) Heather's broken and scarred mind conjured up an imaginary friend for her to interact with, who Heather always refers to as Lucy. Whether Lucy is just a figment of Heather's imagination, or if it really is an actual entity that's messing with her mind is unknown.
But one thing is for certain; Heather has never been the same ever since. Under most circumstances, she usually acts just like her normal, cheerful self. But then there are other times, times when Lucy starts "talking" to her...
And that's when things start getting bloody.
History: Heather grew up within the hustle and bustle of Celadon City, to a mother who worked as a local florist and a father who worked at the Game Corner in the city. Heather's life was inconspicuous enough, until she reached about the age of eight, which was about the time where Team Rocket's influence began spreading into the city. Heather's father, seeing as he worked at the place where the Rockets would put their base of operations, was all but forced to keep his mouth shut about their activities, lest he pay the price for it, while Heather and her mother were none the wiser.
That is, until Heather's father tried to let the local officials know just what was going on. But not only were the police stopped shortly before they could investigate, the Rockets managed to figure out that he was the one who tipped them off. So, they decided to shut his mouth for him. How so? By ransacking the Follia residence while all of the family members were present, including little Heather. Her parents were murdered right in front of her eyes, and she herself was beaten within an inch of her life.
After the Rockets took their leave, Heather was left with two dead parents and a ruined house. No one else to give her comfort, no one to protect her. It wasn't for a few more days that officials found out about the attack and decided to investigate. But the Rockets were nothing compared to the horror that had now made her residence there.
Lucy wanted them dead.
And if Lucy wants someone dead, Heather listens.
Pokemon: Poochyena, and Shuppet
Raff- No worries:) You could have made it 18 or 16 lol.
Rocket- XD, see no worries here because the Dark Arts Academy isn't supposed to have rainbows and unicorns with little children skipping around and people laughing. (The sane kind)
Haze- Of course:) Just don't forget to draw one up soon.
Oblivion- Accepted, you really love having child psychopaths and such don't you:P That's cool, they are usually the creepier ones by default XD
Name: No one knows him by any name, other than Zaar.
Appearance: Zaar, due to his rather profound detesting of being out during broad daylight, has skin of a ghastly pale shade, as well as rather messy straight black hair that contrasts against this skin tone. His eyes are of a bright crimson shade, and his left eye has a rather nasty scar going right through it. As for his usual attire, he can almost always be seen in a long, hooded trench coat, an undershirt, leather slack, boots, and gloves, all of a black color that gives him the impression of a shadow in movement.
Personality: Zaar is evil to the core, knows that he's evil to the core, and will quite casually state that he's evil to the core. He gets large amounts of satisfaction from seeing people in pain, and treats his nefarious deeds as if they were just like an average person's pastime. He's cold, calculative, charismatic, and knows how to get into people's heads. However, he does have a bit of a temper problem, which frequently manifests itself in violent fits of rage that usually end up very badly for the subject of his anger. He is also very, very quick to reach for his weapons, even in what would usually be considered inappropriate times, as well as keeping them on his pretty much all of the time.
His reasoning for this? "I'd much rather be paranoid than dead."
History: Zaar's backstory does not involve some kind of tragic mishap. It also does not involve some sort of betrayal, torture, or any other kind of pain that he was subjected to.
But, rather, Zaar's backstory involves Caterpies.
To put this into context: Zaar grew up in the rather quiet and lazy Ecruteak City, where he lived a rather idyllic life, aside from the idiots that were his peers. He was never really too fond of joining in with the crowd, and actually made it a point to distance himself from the norm as much as he possibly could, to almost stubborn levels.
Then, at about the age of ten, during one particular summer afternoon in his backyard, Zaar happened across a Caterpie that was scuttling across the grass at his feet. Driven by childlike curiosity and a blatant disregard for consequence, the child grabbed the insect, one hand grasping the head, and the other holding the creature's tail.
And then he pulled.
He wasn't quite sure why he had done this in the first place, but as blood of some indeterminate color seeped out of the Pokemon's body, Zaar felt a surge of power. To have control over a life, small as it may be...the senses were overwhelming. Then, a thought occurred to him: What if he had this same power over his peers?
And so, he began what many would consider his descent into madness, but what he considers his ascent to enlightenment. He became more knowledgeable with anatomical structures than most people twice his age. More specifically, how to make this anatomy come to a screeching halt. He started experimenting on a variety of different subjects, going from mice and spiders to squirrels, cats, dogs. He even kidnapped the pet of one particularly brusque individual who he had come to loathe, much to his morbid satisfaction. And eventually, he finally began testing his findings on other humans.
Zaar was almost eerily proficient at killing people for being so young, and eventually, the locals began speaking of a shady figure named "the Ecruteak Killer". But Zaar just laughed inwardly as they spoke. No one would suspect the thirteen year-old boy of murdering innocents. Of course not.
However, he soon decided that he should head out and continue his "studies" at other places, lest he turn Ecruteak into more of a ghost town than it was to begin with. He traveled from city to city, leaving a trail of blood wherever he went. And he loved every moment of it.
Pokemon: Guerra the Nidoking, Korvo the Honchkrow, Malron the Beheeyem, Azazel the Scyther, and Raphael the Weavile.
Subject: Manipulation. Things like blackmail, misdirection, psychological torture, and basically being able to do things simply by messing with the heads of other people.
Oblivion- XD Nice to see Zaar again, of course Accepted!
And it's a familiar face that has faced Zaar before (But they won't know it). My sign up:
Name: Agent Katherine Ferguson: Codename: Kathany White
Appearance: Katherine is about 5'6 tall with long honey blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, she is about average not skinny or fat, and has pale light skin. As an agent she wears a FBI suit and looks like the part. However undercover she wears a black leather jacket over a slightly skimpy white shirt that reveals some cleavage, despite she hates it, she has to look the part. Her pants are a leather black and she carries a gun and six Pokeballs painted black.
Personality: Katherine has two personalities, one she has to use while undercover and the other is her usual self. The FBI personality Katherine is a sweet but tough person, who will go to great length to finish a case. She is a strong battle and always uses her Pokemon for help as well. Her fake personality is evil and hard, she doesn't let her emotions be seen and is quite silent most of the time, as not to blow her cover. She applies she likes torture but never has been seen doing anything.
History: Katherine was born in another region away from Unova, so she isn't very known and why she was used for the part. She was born to her parents who were FBI Agents themselves, which prompted Katherine in wanting to be one and choosing between FBI and Pokemon. Realizing it would be a long time before she did become one, she focused on being a trainer.
So when she reached ten, she was given a Turtwig as a started and she started on her Pokemon journey, where first she captured a Chatot. She didn't get any badges and felt a bit weak, so first she went back to school for three years until she became thirteen and tried again, by now she had a Poocheyna and planned on getting a Growlithe for the Police Academy in the future.
She went around getting a full team and taking on the Gym leaders in that region, eventually she got to go in the Pokemon League but didn't make it very far. Once she lost Katherine headed home where she discovered her parents were transferred to Castelia City, she didn't want to move but decided she could have an Unova adventure.
She finished the rest of her schooling years in Unova and once turning 18, went onto the Police Academy, training her Pokemon as she went, fighting for justice and crime. When Katherine reached 30 she heard all about the Dark Arts Academy, and that Katherine had once come close to death due to a Samantha Garrison (Not Maiden name) causing an explosion near her, however her parents had been killed by Samantha, only Katherine never knew it until now, she was told they were in a car accident for her protection, only they were in the explosion Samantha caused.
Furious Katherine spent her life focusing on placing Dark Arts Academy away, hearing about what they were but never knew where it was. And never finding Samantha until she reached 31. She was recruited as an FBI Agent and got herself a partner, the two solved crimes until Katherine was told to go undercover. To work and destroy the Dark Arts Academy.
The FBI Agents knew where the location was, but any attempt to seize the place ended up with death in the police force. So instead they asked Katherine to take it and she accepted it. They gave her a trained and well loyal Hydreigon to make herself look more sinister, as Hydreigons were known for their rampages. They gave the Hydreigon and Katherine undercover profiles, that placed Katherine on the most wanted list and a mass murderer, while Hydreigon was legendary for it's destruction of a whole region, the same one Katherine came from so there was less suspicious. She gave them her Torterra in exchange since she already had a full team.
When she was ready to leave, her partner Agent Elizabeth Celeriac gave her a suggestion, her Buneary would stick out too much and she needed an escape route, so she traded her Koffing for the Buneary, both promising to take care of the other Pokemon. Then Katherine was placed under an alias known as Kathany White, the mass murderer and psychotic girl. She was soon found by Sirius who was looking for a guard to alert him for good guys, he took Katherine under his wing and hired her, placing Katherine in her most dangerous mission to spy on the Dark Arts Academy, send information back to FBI headquarters and destroy the Academy. Katherine knew there was a chance she would never return, she declared her secret feelings for her partner Elizabeth, who promised to wait for her as Katherine left, now as Kathany White.
Hydreigon (Given her to by the FBI to look more like a villain. She calls it Agent H, but Codename is Deathwing.
Koffing (Uses it's smokescreen to get away, she traded it with her FBI partner in order to help her in exchange for her Buneary, which would look out of place.)
Reserves back at the headquarters:
Torterra (Her first ever Pokemon, exchanged for Hydreigon and under the care of her FBI partner.
Buneary- The same as above.
Subjects: N/A, she is a guard.
Come on people, you know you wanna join:) Just a few more SU's with teachers and students and it can start.
Hooray for kindred spirits! XD If I can think of another character I'll post it
All of you better prepare for trouble
Team Rocket is here to make it double
Pokemon White Friend Code: 3182 1365 4817
I can't wait for this to start. :) If I can think of a good Teacher character, I'll post one.
Credit goes to Oblivion for making this! Thanks Oblivion! You are Awesome! :)
Here we go! Psycho-clones time!
Name: Joseph and Joshua “The Clones” Antonimous
Joe and Josh stand tall for their age, at six foot two, and have a pale complexion. They both have messy black hair (though Joshes is approximately an inch longer) and bright, turquoise eyes. They both also have a thin, four-inch long scar on the side of their face (right for Joe, left for Josh) because they were born Siamese.
They usually wear black, sometimes “mixing-it-up” with blues, greens and pinks. They’re never seen without a pair of fingerless gloves (style may vary). They each also have a silver chain around their neck. that has a small, glass phial on it which is said to contain water from the lake of a Lugia. They wear them for good luck.
Joe and Josh were never what you would call normal. They were never quite what you would call stable, either. But then, this was quite understandable considering they were two of many children born with a latent psychic ability, much like Sabrina of Saffron City. As such, they always act like outsiders, outcasts and removed from the rest of society, though the way they do so differs. Sometimes it is out of arrogance, feeling superior to everyone else, other times it is just plain frustration that no one can possibly hope to comprehend the way they see the world.
Outwardly, The Clones are generally helpful and kind to those they come across, ready to smile, offer a helping hand or a kind word to those that need it. It is a very convincing act that fools most people, aided in part by their clairvoyance, which allows them to partially determine what it is someone wants to see and hear from them.
Inwardly, they are twisted, cold and mildly psychotic. They have a skewed way of looking at things, finding ways to make even the most horrible and barbaric of crimes seem not only reasonable, but as acts of goodness and benevolence. They are selfish and devoid of any real compassion, thinking only of themselves. In their dark nature, the young teens often treats humans and Pokemon alike with something akin to contempt, seeing them as beneath them, placing themselves on an even higher level than they, regardless of the truth of the matter. They also have a lust for violence and bloodshed, regarding such things as ‘the truest form of beauty’.
Joseph and Joshua had a relatively privileged childhood, considering the kind of prejudices they would have faced as psychics, their parents still loving them for what they were and caring for them as warmly as they could, trying to get them to come to terms with the rest of their peers, to fit in. Even with a little sister, they still got the greater share of the attention and the small community they lived in was also bent on welcoming them as much as possible.
Unfortunately, such a kind and nurturing atmosphere did absolutely nothing to help the boys. Instead, it just helped to confirm to them how stupid and single-minded normal people were, assaulted by their simple thoughts and small dreams. Growing more and more introverted, Joe and Josh spent most of their time shut away in their bedroom (which they insisted on sharing, despite living in a large house), reading and honing their psychic abilities, barely talking with anyone besides each other, even their parents. If anyone did try to get Joe and Josh to open up, they would often find themselves on the receiving end of humiliating exposures of their personal secrets at best, and a painful mental attack at worst.
One day, though, on their tenth birthday, The Clones were finally coaxed out when their parents bought them each a very special gift; their first Pokemon. They were a relatively young set of Nidoran, male to Joe, while female to Josh, which, despite their tough and wild nature, seemed to take a liking to the boys almost immediately. It was probably the only time Joe and Josh had ever thanked their parents, before running off with the Nidoran, presumably to play with and train them.
At first their parents and the whole town seemed pleased, happy that the troubled, brooding children had finally found something to connect with, to be proper kids with. Then they began noticing some disturbing things. First of which was that the pair of Nidoran had evolved all the way into a Nidoking and Nidoqueen by the end of the week…yet there were hardly any wild Pokemon or indeed Pokemon trainers in the area with which Joe and Josh could have fought against. The Pokemon themselves, once having happily run up to their trainers whenever they called, now essentially cowered and whined any time the boys came near them. Also, the Pokemon didn’t seem to get Joe and Josh out of the house after all, for once they had evolved to their final point, the boys returned inside, back to their books and notes, reading rather voraciously. Jars of the Pokemon’s poison were collected. Then the Nidoking and Nidoqueen vanished one day, and The Clones approached their parents, demanding other, different Pokemon.
Seeing the dark look in their eyes and feeling the ominous aura radiating from the young psychics, their parents decided not to question them, deluding themselves into thinking their sons had finally found a constructive activity, even thinking they might see them go on to be brilliant Pokemon trainers. After all, they had managed to not only evolve one each past two stages in less than a week, but had also controlled them and made them obey. So they happily provided The Clones with whatever they asked for, and the same pattern kept repeating itself. Happy, trusting creatures soon became stronger, yet deathly afraid of them before suddenly disappearing once again. At the same time, families and friends seemed to suddenly leave the village without warning, leaving only a note behind in their vacated house.
It was on their thirteenth birthday that the fateful night happened. Joe and Josh’s mother, growing more and more concerned for the boys, overcame her fears of her sons and went to confront them about what it was they were truly doing with the Pokemon they were providing for them. Pretending to listen to her concerns and worries and love for them, The Clones simply nodded when she finished speaking, smiling widely.
“If you’re so worried, Mother, then why don’t you help us with our latest one?”
As she was directed into the room that her sons spent all of their time with each other and their Pokemon in, she caught the overwhelming stench of blood and chemicals. Her eyes widened and she almost cried out at the sight in front of her before there was a sudden sharp blow to the back of her neck and everything went black.
Some time later, not having seen his wife for a while, Joe and Josh’s father went to confront the boys as well, deciding he wasn’t putting up with anymore of their nonsense, psychics or not. After tearing through most of the house looking for them, he came upon the same room, slamming open the door.
What greeted him was a scene of sheer, unadulterated evil. The floor was stained with blood, gouged out from scrabbling claws and the stench of burnt flesh, sweat and utter misery assaulted his nostrils. Hanging from the ceiling, on silver hooks, like some grotesque Christmas decoration, were severed limbs, organs, strips of skin and hide and bone, both of Pokemon and human origin. His eyes widened as he beheld the multiple cages lining the walls of the horrific laboratory, each one containing a hideous, grotesque mutation of a creature, barely recognizable as either the Pokemon or the human it once was, crying out in anguish.
“Yes, Father…We’ve been busy with all of the little pets you’ve been so generously giving us…“ came the cold sound of his sons entwined voices, the smirks evident even in their tone. “Experimenting, reconfiguring, applying our power. One can only do so much with a Pokemon, though...most are too simple and weak to work with. It’s so much easier when you start with a human…”
Their father could only watch in horror as they brought out their latest victim. Joe had been given a Ralts as his latest present. Now it seemed it had evolved all the way into a Gardevoir. But the man knew the horrifying truth now, from his son’s words, from the scene of carnage around him. All he could do was stand there, eyes wide, on the verge of throwing up.
“I think we finally did it this time.” chuckled Joe. “A fully evolved, enhanced Pokemon with human intelligence and knowledge. Also completely obedient, too. Responds to my every thought…but I guess I have a slight advantage in that field, no?” He tapped his head slightly, a sadistic gleam in his eye.
“Finally stable…not running off to go kill itself or go rabid like the rest of these reject stock,” Josh sighed, looking at the mutations within the cages.
“Joe, Josh…how could you…? Your own mother…” choked their father, sinking to his knees, staring at the Gardevoir with tears in his eyes, looking for some sign of recognition in her. There was none.
“I know! Isn’t it wonderful?” laughed Josh. “I don’t know why we didn’t think of it sooner! A blood relative would respond to our treatments much better than one of those wretched neighbours of ours.
“Makes me so confident…I feel like creating another…”
Three years later, the boys still possesses the perfect results from that night. A Gardevoir and an Alakazam. It only made sense to use psychic types…they were the ones that responded to them the best, could understand them the most. After all, they were related…
Gardevoir and Alakazam, all that is left of their parents combined with a Ralts and an Abra. They are essentially mindless drones to Joe and Josh, controlled by their will and obeying every command, yet still possessing a fierce human intelligence and cunning without any of the compassion. Neither of the Pokemon can speak, be it human speech or Pokemon, and when coming into contact with other Pokemon, it is clear that there is something very, very wrong with them.
I claim Unown J. Fear teh J.
Anon- Accepted! It seems Samantha's history is just becoming the scrap of the barrel XD, well she's still insane.
Come on people, I know you are out there. Join the dark side, you know you want to.
Name: Evangeline Goode (funny thing is that she's evil)
Sexuality: Asexual. Due to the fact that she hates people
Appearence: Black wavy hair, always wears a funeral dress, golden eyes. If you want a reference pic, look up Saki Hanajima (without the braids) and imagine her as a kid.
Personality: She's f***ing INSANE! It's more of the happy crazy, where they laugh at everything. Evangeline has a habit of mumbling to herself, she loves her pokemon as if they were her own, but hates people completely (explained in History)
History: Evangeline Goode was born to a rich family, but with many rich families, the parents usually can never spend time with their child. But for some reason, they never wanted to interact with her in any way possible. So they would have a nanny or something to look after her. In the end, she was always ignored. Sometimes, she would injure herself just to gain their attention, but it worked for a day or so. Finally, she came up with a plan that would make sure that her family would never ignore her again. She ran away when she was nine years old and met the pokemon that she uses. Three years later, she returned to the mansion in Lavender Town and found that she had been replaced by another one, a little girl with golden hair and eyes like sapphires. Evangeline was alone, forgotten, and replaced. Out of anger, she ordered her Lampent to burn the house down and make sure that all of the people in there were dead. The lamp pokemon gladly ignited the mansion, the rest of the Goode family burned with it. But that little golden haired girl survived somehow. Evangeline found the three year old in no time and she gladly strangled her sister untill the toddler was unconcious. When she woke up, she saw the hole in Shitati's back, and her soul was stolen, her body was found a week later. Ever since that day, Evangeline has hated humans, because they ignore you, forget you, replace you, then destroy you from the inside out. It pushed her to insanity, her pokemon were the only ones who loved her. A year later, she heard of an academy where she could be accepted by people, and not forgotten...
Pokemon: Shedinja (Shitai), Lampent (Shanderia), Frosslass (Shimo) (is that too many fully evolved? please say no)
Other: Do not make her angry, whatever you do, DON'T DO IT! I love theme songs, so her normal theme is Light and Darkness from The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess and her battle theme is Rainbow Factory by The Wooden Toaster.
Last edited by Bad Apple; 31st May 2012 at 06:50 PM.
I just thought of my teacher. ^^ Is it okay if I base this character off a character in my book?
Name: Destreytor also known as "Satan's Son."
Appearance: He stands 5'7 feet tall. Extremely skinny, long dreadlocks that go all the way down to his ankles. And at the ends they come to a point, and are not blunt. His face is burned alive where he was in a fire, so he wears a disturbing mask made out of real human skin. And it has crude stitching in the middle of the mask. He always wears it, and never takes it off. He wears a brown long sleeved shirt, brown dress pants, and he never wears shoes. He also has tattoo's up and down his arms of the gates of hell. It has demons torturing each other, and it has demons torturing humans. But it shows it within ten different levels on both arms. It shows the first stage of hell when you enter, the second stage, and so on. IT even shows the leaders of that stage. And at the very tenth stage of hell, it shows Lucifer himself. But it shows him trapped in a cage, and bound by chains with him screaming into the upper levels of hell. He also rings from his Human Art projects(Explained in history.) On his fingers. He also occasionally wears a black Fedora. But only expect that when it's a special occasion. He also has a a bracelet made out of him skin as well. It has himself as a child sewed into it made out of thread. He also has two earrings in both ears. Made out of bone.
Personality: Destreytor loves art, for starters. He absolutely loves it. But he is always an angry person no matter what. He isn't what you would call, "Mr.Sunshine." He is the exact opposite. He is hardly ever nice, and he doesn't even like to be bothered. He also does not like people who criticize his work, and he also acts like he is a genius about everything. Even when he doesn't know anything at all. The only thing that seems to make him happy, is art. He doesn't mind making friends, but don't expect him to respect you. Or be nice to you. For even if your a friend on his standards, he is still going to be an ass to you. He doesn't know how to thank anyone, and he doesn't even know how to comment unless he makes a comment to piss you off. And he doesn't like putting up with humans, but he accepts that he must deal with them each day. Although, he would rather slaughter them all and make beautiful art out of them.
History: Destreytor was born in Erukteak city, in Johto. As a child he always drew on things, tried carving things, and always tried to sew and make stuff as well. His father loved seeing him so productive, and so did his mother. But little did they know that one day this boy would grow up, and be the most horrible monster anyone had ever seen in the town of Erukteak, and maybe in all of Johto. As he grew older, he became more dark you could say..His father found him down in the basement, sacrificing Pokemon, which made him go ballistic. He was locked in the basement by himself for days. They would come down, and bring him a tray of bread and that was all. Maybe some water. Months, and months went by. Soon they let him go, hoping he had to returned to his normal self. But when he entered the town of Erukteak from outside the house, it was bad. He was about 12 now. Morty wasn't even the gym leader of Erukteak yet. But he did live here, and was only a few years younger then Destreytor. He was extremely angry and he looked at them all, saying to himself "I'll kill you all...for locking me up, I mean this...Today you all die." He went into the woods of Erukteak. Where he had hid a sculpting knife for carving wood. He then back tracked back to his house, and killed his mother, and his father. Throwing them down in the basement. And soon, the whole village was engulfed into this wrath. He had all the villagers down there(except for Morty of course.) And below, evil things were happening. He made art out of them. Destreytor, had found a new passion. Making human art projects. He would make things out of their entire body...Eyes, nose, throat, arms, hands, feet, legs, or even just the skin stretched over like one of those mats on the floor. He then decided, this would be his profession. Human art. He made it look so good, they looked like real art. But when you looked at it, you could tell something was seriously wrong with his art. He would travel around Johto, killing people for his projects, and selling them to the unknowingly. The police, FBI, and Bounty hunters were all over him once the cases arose. Many were wanting him, and searching for him. And one day they figured out where he was, and Officer Jenny barged in to where he was. The house of Erukteak. With a gun to his head, and the Pokemon at her side she began to arrest him. But...He killed her. And sent her to the police station, as an art project. With a note sewed into her side, saying "If you proceed this..Soon..all of you will look like this.." After that, many of the officers got afraid to look. But the FBI never did. But little did they know, he had escaped Johto way ahead of them. And ended up at this Academy, but on the journey there. He had caught some Pokemon on his way. Mostly because he isn't physically strong at all, he is a very skinny guy. So there is no way he could take on a robber, or a swarm of FBI agents. He had to have some Back up. But he did make it to the academy, growing up there as a child. And eventually becoming one of the teachers.
Pokemon: Tyranitar Moves: Crunch, Outrage, Ice Fang, Stone Edge.
Gyarados Moves: Dragon Dance, Ice Fang, Waterfall, Earthquake.
Sudowoodo: Hammer Arm, Sucker Punch, Wood Hammer, Rock slide.
Rapidash Moves: Flare Blitz, Bounce, Mega Horn, Iron Tail.
Shiftry: Nasty Plot, Giga Drain, Dark Pulse, X Scissor
Swellow Moves: Fly, Steel Wing, U Turn, Toxic.
Subjects: Battling(Will try my best to be evil hiyah!) Defense against the light.
Other: Hm, I don't think I have anything else here.
I hope this is okay. Like I said, this is a character from my book. o-o
Credit goes to Oblivion for making this! Thanks Oblivion! You are Awesome! :)