Arthur Wilde, Rogue

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[cs=2] [style=text-align: center; font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 16px; border-bottom: solid 2px #222222; margin-bottom: 4px; text-transform: center;]FULL NAME His full name is Arthur Wilde, and his first is short enough that it's rarely shortened to 'Art', but when it is, he doesn't mind. He does mind 'Artie' however. BACKGROUND Nineteen | Accumula Town | July 1st Arthur was born Nineteen years ago in Castelia city to Mara O'Connell and Bryan Davies. Bryan was married, NOT to Mara, and that was just the beginning of it. He was a professional criminal. When Mara died of complications only an hour after Arthur's birth, Bryan dropped him off at the nearest Orphanage before even giving him a name. Only three weeks passed with Arthur in the system before he was adopted by Teresa and Grayson Wilde, a lovely couple looking to make a family and under the impression that they were incapable of having children. After the paperwork was filled and Arthur was officially theirs, the newly formed family moved out of the city to the smaller, more child-friendly town of Accumula. Four years later, a little sister arrived in the form of the supposedly impossible Katherine Wilde, and from that day forward, one could find no more well-protected sibling in all of Unova. Arthur made sure of that. However, as they got older, it became apparent to the very observant and curious Arthur that he did not look like any of his family. When he questioned this at eleven years of age, it was revealed to him that he was adopted, and not biologically a Wilde. Arthur seemed to take it well at first, but things did begin to gradually change. At first, it seemed to be a good sort of change. Arthur started to pay more attention in school, be better behaved and more attentive to his parents wishes and various other adults in authority. He felt, weirdly, as if he had something to prove, though the older he got, the more stupid this seemed in his head. But his parents seemed happy, and started to expect more of him as the years passed, which is why it inevitably had to start spiraling downward. Or that's what he told himself anyway. Arthur hit puberty, started to grow up, and, realizing just how tired he was of doing so much to keep his grades high and his parents proud, began to rebel. At first it was little things. He blew off assignments, skipped a couple of classes, then a couple of days, just to do things that were fun instead of things that were hard. Playing video games maybe, or taking out one of his parents' Pokemon and looking for battles. Naturally, he started to become a more regular face in detention. He didn't let it get him down. There he met new people, and even made a couple new friends- new friends who liked to play games that had them stealing little things, or breaking in to things, as part of dares mostly. It took a little while, but they managed to convince him to give it a shot, and Arthur realized that he really enjoyed the way it made his heart race and his friends smile when they got away with it. Every time he did it, it became a little less terrifying and a little more FUN. The elder Wildes were hardly blind to the changes their son began to show, there was just not a whole lot they could see to do about it. It was unusual behavior for their oldest, and they didn't immediately know how to handle this new side of him. Any punishment they tried to push on them, he found a way around or ignored. They even threatened therapy, but didn't follow through, preferring to attempt to handle it on their own. The only thing they did succeed in doing was seperating him from those 'bad' friends of his, but in a way that only made them enemies, and soon Arthur was occasionally returning home bloodied. When he won, he also wore a smile. By the time Lux begin pushing for their agenda, Arthur had finally had enough of having his more recent questions about his birth parents blown off, and went searching for it on his own. He thought his adoptive father really should have known better than to leave his office door unlocked with a kid like him in the house. The birth certificate was in one of the filing caibnents, and with the help of a search engine and convientently public record, he found everything he never wanted to know about his real mother and father. Starting with his biological father being a cheater, a liar, a thief and worst of all, though not charged for it, a murderer. Technicality got him off and the life sentence thrown out the window. It almost broke him, realizing just how much he was exactly like his father, who on paper, was not the kind of person Arthur ever wanted to be. So he turned to his adoptive parents, and together, the three of them started to get some professional help. At seventeen, Arthur had experienced two and a half years of therapy. He was hardly cured. He still refused to back down from a fight. He still had the powerful urge to steal on occasion. He still sometimes really wanted to harm others, such as the day he'd been outed to his school by some annoying Pokéathlon slash football jock- thereby making Arthur's swim-team practices so uncomfortable he eventually left. He knew where the line was though. He'd been forced to examine it very closely, and kept control of himself, with no small amount of effort. Katherine Wilde was a big help. She was older, and understood a lot more than when she was just a tiny little girl. He often reminded himself that he had to set a good example for her. Arthur had discover and develop new ways to channel his energy and still have fun. More video games, less breaking and entering. Self-defense classes, which he hated for requiring him to stay still for so long but did assist in mellowing him a tad. Daily runs and other workouts. A part-time job. Pokemon Training. However, Lux was on the move, and the more he read, and watched, as the other regions started to tear themselves apart, the less he could just sit on the sidelines. Lux's kind of world had no place for someone like him. By the time the war began in earnest, Arthur had swayed his therapist to his side and had her voice to assist in convincing his parents to let him go traveling and training. For the past couple of years, Arthur has done that- caught Pokemon, raised them, gained skill and experience, and more, information. Everyone was on a side, whether by default or choice, and Arthur kept in infrequent with some old friends in the Nox organization, more hardcore involved than he was. But now, with more experience under his belt, he'd taking a few more risks, and it's only a matter of time before he's just as deep as they are. OCCUPATION Arthur likes to think of himself as a ROGUE. His less than pristine past as a sometimes truant, thieving, delinquent, and general inability to conform leave few other possible classifications. If asked by a stranger he won't call himself a Rogue aloud of course, but as a Courier, a job he has found quite useful for traveling places he wouldn't normally be able, to gather information and share to more hardcore Nox member who call him friend. ALLEGIANCE Arthur is a Nox supporter well on his way to becoming more deeply involved than he originally wanted when he first started his job. His very personality leaves him cringing at the thought of living his life under the rule of Lux, so what else is there but Nox? TRAITS [/style]
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ Confident ▪ Independent ▪ Hard-Working ▪ Determined ▪ Open-Minded ▪ Humorous ▪ Playful/Teasing	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ Stubborn ▪ Obsessive ▪ Rebellious ▪ Rash ▪ Untrustworthy ▪ Selfish ▪ Inappropriate ▪ Violent
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] LIKES: ▪ Oceans ▪ Dragon-Types ▪ Water-Types ▪ Adventure ▪ Travel ▪ Parties ▪ Wealth ▪ Warm nights ▪ Nocturnal Pokemon ▪ Sleeping beneath the stars ▪ Fishing	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] DISLIKES: ▪ Bug-Types ▪ His bio-dad ▪ Lux ▪ Authority ▪ Religion ▪ Therapists ▪ Timidity ▪ Weakness
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▪ He was adopted
▪ His father is a criminal
▪ He was actually in love once
▪ Bug-Types unnerve him. Spider-looking ones most of all.
▪ He is still a thief
▪ He has a juvenile criminal record[/div][/td][/tr]

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[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]Kairos (Kai)
Moves:
Teleport | Psychic | Reflect | Recover[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]Raze
Moves:
Cross Chop | Fire Blast | Smog | Sunny Day[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]Val
Moves:
Charge Beam | Crunch | Zap Cannon | Acid Spray[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]Merc
Moves:
Ice Punch | Hone Claws | Slash | Metal Claw[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]Titan
Moves:
Dragon Dance | Earthquake | Rock Slide | Screech[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]Nike
Moves:
Hypnosis | Air Slash | Poison Fang | Confuse Ray[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]N/A
Moves:
Dragon Pulse | Guillotine | Counter | Taunt[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]N/A
Moves:
Nasty Plot | Thunderbolt | Agility | Wish[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]N/A
Moves:
Shadow Ball | Endure | Inferno | Hex[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]N/A
Moves:
Magical Leaf | Destiny Bond | Teleport | Psychic[/classy][/classy]

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None. But I would like to point out that I'm /restarting/ this character. I made him here before, started one thread, donated to one battle, then vanished for some reason I can't quite remember but was probably my birthday seeing as my last post on him was only five days before. I'm reapplying with some tweaks and all for the rules and whatnot that have changed and hoping I can just treat him as if he's brand spanking new.

[b]Axis Powers: Hetalia[/b], England as Arthur Wilde made by Althor for PRE.

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[atrb=style,padding: 0 10 20 10][atrb=style,border-bottom:#222222 4px solid] Note: Using the example I used the first time, with the 'how'd your character meet his/her first Pokemon' prompt. ~~~ It was always so nice when the Universe decided to reach out and surprise him, Arthur often though in sarcasm. His last surprise was sprung on him in the form of a thankfully kind policeman, who'd caught him literally feet away from the pond he was about to sink his idiotic classmate's motorbike in. Now it had decided to toss a Pokemon his way. Literally toss. All he'd wanted was some quiet in the abandoned house he'd childishly claimed as his 'home base' years ago, to take some time and read his book and hopefully rid himself of the migraine and pain that he'd unintentionally been taking out on friends and family all day long. So much for that. All Arthur could do at first was stare in wide-eyed astonishement at the form in the center of the floor, lips moving soundlessly as his brain worked to catch up with what he was seeing. He'd had that peace and quiet, he really had, for all of fifteen minutes. Arthur had only been sitting and reading, his favorite book laid open in his lap with a tiny lamp he'd carried from home in his travel bag to illuminate the pages. A blinding flash of light from the stair landing had shattered his contentedness, and when he'd looked, he had flinched reflexively away from the dark shape that hurtled from it and hit the hardwood floor with a painful smack before rolling to a stop. Eventually Arthur's brain rebooted itself. The Pokemon, apparently capable of Teleporting, shifted ever so slightly, and the blond scuffed the metal end of his flashlight as he quickly fumbled for it and aimed the beam at the creature. It was small, vaguely fox-like, and he thought it was probably just dark gold and tan in color on a good night. That night hadn't been good to the thing. Several nasty red cuts marred it's body, in which dirt and grass had collected, and Arthur swallowed as he thought about what the poor thing must have gone through before it managed to escape. Definitely a battle. "Well..." Arthur started uneasily, then coughed to wet his too dry throat. The Pokemon shifted at the sound of his voice, but if it had gotten up, it would have been a miracle. Arthur sighed and did so himself, first tossing aside his book. The light from his flashlight remained focused and steady. What was he to do? He glanced at the spot the Pokemon had appeared from the air. "Bit of a fail Teleport there, wasn't it?" Okay that probably wasn't helping. He couldn't turn it off fast enough sometime. "Wait-" His head tilted down at his feet, where his bag rested right next to them. He had potions in there. A slight smile reappeared, and he knelt to fish one out. "I've never seen you around here before, so if that was a random teleport, you must be the luckiest-" Arthur cut off with a soft gasp of victory as he found one of the vials he'd taken to storing in the inner side pocket. Looking back at the Pokemon, he saw that it had turned it's head on the floor to look at him, and then fallen unconscious. The eyes were completly closed. He moved to it's side quickly and knelt on one knee, then carefully aimed the vial at the frail looking Pokemon's first and largest cut before giving it a spray. Then he moved on. Several seconds later, the Potion was emptied, and the medicine was doing it's work, but, as he looked more closely, Arthur began to suspect the little Psychic would need more than that. He would never forgive himself if he just left a non-Bug Pokemon out, alone and injured, when he knew he could do something more to help. His mother worked at the Center. It wouldn't be difficult to convince her to help the thing out. Arthur quickly upended his bag and let everything but the Potions secured in their own pocket scatter across the extremely dusty wooden floors. He was extremely careful, but managed to get the small fox-faced Pokemon wrapped up in the bag, and a minute after that, was moving at a quick walk down the street, bag-turned sling turned so he could cradle his mother's future patient in his arms. A couple of days later, Arthur's mother would let him know the little 'Abra' had vanished from the place he'd been healing. The next day, Arthur would stop by his abandoned hideaway on the way home to see if it had returned, and find Abra waiting for him there. Content that it was safe and sound, he'd he would head home, and find Abra had Teleported ahead and was waiting for him in his bedroom. And he'd never be able to get rid of it.

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