Arenzo Hunter
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| Subject: Arenzo “Aren” Saocorazón Thu Jun 05, 2014 10:08 pm | |
| |~ General Information ~| Full Name: Arenzo “Aren” Saocorazón Nicknames: Aren Curr. Age: 19 Years Old Ch Gender: Male Birthplace: Opelucid City, Unova Region Ch Ranking: Hunter / Other-Destined
|~ Appearance ~| ~ General / Physical ~ Aren is not the strongest; however, he is not the weakest. He has some muscle, but not too much. He is about an average height of five feet and nine inches. Some have estimated that he weighs a little over one hundred and fifty pounds, though he is honestly one hundred and forty. He has hair that is neither too long nor to short, reaching down to a stopping point one half his neck length. His hair is a dark black, and near the edges of his hair it is colored a mixture of red and black (crimson). He looks like he has a bit of a tan.
On his left arm is an abnormality. Starting from his shoulder, spanning all the way to his hand, there are thick black lines clearly visible in his skin. The primary line spans from the top of his shoulder, down the outside of his arm and to his wrist-line. It splits into three; one line to his index finger's nail; another to the nail on his middle finger; and a third to the nail of his ring finger. his fingernails are all a bit longer on his left hand, their coloring pure black. They are curved inward a bit, and somehow durable and sharp at the tips.
Though not often, rarely some mention Aren's left eye turning purely blue as though something was watching him through the eye. He has not personally witnessed this event, though he has been told that the eye has a distinct, white pupil during these short spans of time.
~ Typical Attire ~ Aren wears usual attire. His pants are a light-brown as though a faded tan, stretching down to his shoes. A bit of the attire stretches over the shoe creating a slight amount of sagging. He wears, around his waist, a black belt. This belt is hidden by the dark-red shirt that he wears over it, as the shirt is a bit big for him. He wears a black button shirt above this dark-red shirt, the latter's sleeves a bit longer than the former. The black shirt has red designs stamped onto it in the form of what some distinguish as flames, and others as dragons. Aren keeps two buttons fastened on the shirt; the first is one below the top one; and the other directly below the first. Aren's shoes are strapped instead of tied, and are a dark-grey to pair with his buttoned shirt.
On his right ring finger is a silver ring. The center of the band is sapphire, the outside lining silver metal. In a few locations of the ring there are miniature gray stripes, silver holding the sapphire in place. On the outside of his pants, on the right side, there is a small chain connected to a belt loop on one end, and on the other something inside of his pocket that he rarely thinks about.
~ Formal Attire ~ Aren's formal attire is the same as his typical attire. His outside was chosen partially due to its partial formality in nature, and he doesn't really attend formal events that much.
|~ Characterization ~| ~ Personality ~ Aren is a kind heart, though he doesn't like to be fooled. He is a bit trusting of others, not typically deeming someone dangerous or cruel until he himself witnesses the cruel action or "senses" it on his own. He may stop to give those in distress a hand, not liking to see others in distress unless, in some way, it will result better for them to experience it. He doesn't pick many friends, though those he does have his trust and ear when needed. He likes being logical about a few things, but not a majority of the time. He is not that generous towards strangers, only giving to others when he has spare or doesn't really require what he has anymore. He tries not to lose his temper often, though can be a bit misunderstanding. He doesn't like to work too much unless absolutely necessary.
He becomes confused sometimes when he rests, ending up waking up and spending the entire night (or day) awake for his own reasons. Sometimes he ponders the dream he had, and other times will work to distract himself, though it depends upon the dream.
~ Striving Goal ~ Aren strives to determine the source of the abnormality of his arm, as well as the source of his dreams. He also wishes to discover the purpose of his eye's random changing.
Other than the primary goal, he wishes to train canine pokemon and those that are serpentine. He finds interest and trust in them the most, aspiring to be a professional trainer (gym leader or elite four member).
~ Lifetime Fear ~ Aren fears being tossed away (to jail) in isolation with no one around. He doesn't want to see anyone perish or be seriously harmed by his own hands either.
~ Strengths ~ 1. Aren's near ungenerous and "sensing" nature towards strangers has helped him to either aid others or himself in different scenarios. 2. Aren can be motivational around others when speaking what he wishes to be and demonstrates his capability to do such. 3. The focus that Aren can exhibit may help him during battle scenarios. His partial-logical nature even furthers this, leading him to different and useful battle strategies each time he fights.
~ Weaknesses ~ 1. Aren can be unreasonable, and can be easily triggered when someone treads recklessly in their speech when regarding his abnormalities or dreams. 2. Aren suppresses his feelings sometimes when the situation is overbearing. This could lead him to reckless decisions that he later regrets or wants to change. 3. His nature to help can often go astray. This leads Aren to punishment or harm from strangers that he was only trying to help.
- ~ Natural Ability ~:
Inherited from his parents, Aren is capable of wielding aura. A slight mutation of their blood makes his aura stained red and black as opposed to the aqua and blue that his parents can exhibit. His aura typically regenerates during the night when he is exposed to the moon, resulting in his approval of nighttime instead of the daylight (making him a bit nocturnal); however, he can also "feed" off of the life of other things, potentially severely injuring or killing the subject in the process.
~ Strengths ~ 1. Aren is capable of shaping his aura over his hands and feet to sculpt dangerous claws. This weapon is of value to him when he is in fights, and it's also a sight when wisps emit from his hands and feet upon attack. 2. Aren can, with enough energy, potentially mend very small cuts and wounds. If the wound is as bad as a gash, he is not capable of doing such. 3. Aren can, if outside too long, diminish a piece of his aura to use for protection slightly longer. This provides him vital time to hide within the shade if he so-needs it. 4. Aren's natural ability can eliminate the need for food if he becomes dependent on it for a given time span.
~ Weaknesses ~ 1. Due to his natural-born ability, Aren finds difficulty in being under sunlight for very extensive periods of time. If the the sun contacts his limbs, Aren can sustain burns to his body that can take time to heal if exposure is long. 2. As Aren uses his abilities, he does sap his aura down. If it becomes too little or non-present, Aren's abilities can't be used. Usually by that point he will burn out and collapse to recover. 3. Using his aura in large amounts or in constant lengths can exhaust Aren before he even runs out of energy. He believes that if he uses a large enough increment, he could break his mind. 4. If Aren becomes dependent on his aura for a period of time and uses it alongside feeding on people for energy, he can become sick when trying to eat physical food. (This would be temporary and more extensive dependent on how much he has taken from other's energy)
|~ Historical Archive ~|
- PT 1:
Aren was born to his father and mother in January. His mother was capable of wielding aura while his father was a normal man. His parents were unsure of whether he would wield aura like them or not. They nurtured him until he was five, when he displayed the capability of wielding the natural abilities involved with aura. His life was near-perfection up until that point; he had been friends with a few people, and he was free to play with them and do almost anything he wanted.
After his parents found out, his mother insisted upon him staying inside more often. This left him with a bit of seclusion, as he wanted to talk to his friends instead of be taught how to train something he felt he'd never use. As the years passed, his friends either forgot him or moved on in their respective lives, and whenever he found out about either of these fates, he was brought to tears. He was uncontrollable and left to sob in his room until he calmed down and could resume his teachings, though after a while, it all seemed without purpose...
At the age of seven, Aren still seemed to have wild aura that had its fits of emanating from his body or hiding itself away; this was not included with the detail that his aura was stained a color his mother's was not; red and black. She knew the simple coloring was a mutation of her son's blood and showed no worry over it; after all, he was still innocent, and never hurt anybody. Despite this, he still couldn't focus and wield his aura with pure confidence it would work, resulting in its wild nature.
The times that he was alone and away from his parents, he watched the television or watched multimedia on his computer. Almost always there would be another challenger to the elite four or gyms, some of which allowed the battles to be broadcasted locally or globally. He found delight in watching the battles, amazed at such strength the pokemon and their trainers held alongside confidence. Most of the time it would lead him to think of his own, which only depressed his mood and caused him to turn off the electronic device and lay down.
His parents began to have little hope when he reached the age of ten, his aura still wild as per usual. His confidence seemed to not change either, though he was the kindest he could ever be. They composed a theory around the fact he had been taken from public education and pulled into their home almost twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, leading him to feeling alone and without confidence or hope. They began letting him walk outside and talk to others, and through trial and error, he eventually found one child as a friend.
The friendship lasted for a year before the child's parents moved off again, reminding Aren of the past friends he had had that underwent the same fate. It was the day before his twelfth birthday in which the friend had been stripped away from his grasp, and the next day he could only wish for one thing; a friend that would stay and would watch over him.
- PT 2:
The night of his birthday he wandered outside onto the roof of his home. His bedroom was on the second floor, after all, and he couldn't watch the stars that well from inside. Around midnight he saw a large creature in the sky, though from its height and distance, Aren took it for a bird. He did see it fall from the sky shortly before it could leave his vision, and in worry and sudden movement, he followed his "secret path" down to the ground below.
He rushed off into the forest near his home, since that had been where he had seen the creature fall. After some time wandering, he discovered a large red and black bird. Its eyes were closed, though upon approach, Aren could see them open. Aren asked it if it was alright, to which it responded through a message to his mind. Aren could hear hunters nearby, looking to the creature, which he now knew was a pokemon. It had a dart in its wing, Aren prying it out and tossing it aside.
He told the pokemon, Yveltal, that it didn't deserve to be captive, and he rushed off to stray the hunters away. It was obvious they were after the legendary bird, and he wouldn't let them get to it. The legendary had made note of it, and upon Aren's return, it knew the hunters were gone and headed off elsewhere to search for it. Aren found himself thanked and befriended, unaware that the pokemon had destroyed the hunters' homes.
With a few kind words, Aren found himself blessed by the legendary and invited to return anytime to speak to it. Aren found delight in this and visited as often as he could when free. The two become closer than anything anyone could possibly witness, though one day, Aren's mother wandered out after watching her son run into the forest to "play with a friend." With concern, she herself entered the forest and found her son talking to the legendary.
Considering the legendary pokemon a threat, she looked to her son with a bit of distrust and anger. She scolded him for talking to such a "destructive, harmful beast of pain and fire" and dragged him towards home, saying she would wipe the bird from his memories permanently. Before she could get him too far, Aren was told one thing by the pokemon mentally: "I will watch over you and protect you my best. She can make you forget, but you will remember again, and we will meet when you do."
Taking the promise to heart, Aren couldn't forget it even after his mother erased the memories of the bird from him. Its voice rang on, repeating the message to him, and with it being the last remnant, his mother gave up on forcing him to forget. With no recollection he could think of on the legendary, and knowing its promise still, he strove to find out who it was and be strong along the way.
The next years (he would be thirteen by then) that Aren spent were on his natural-born abilities; with a new goal and confidence to find out who the strange messenger was, Aren knew he would need all he could get on his journey to come. His aura was still wild at the time, and the only way he could seize control of it was by the legendary's blessing taking its effect. His mother was proud when he could control it, even if partially, praising him well.
Despite the praise of finally having some control over his abilities, Aren's mother couldn't help but notice with her husband that Aren's left arm became an abnormality. Lines showed themselves, his nails turned to claws as a part of the promise and blessing once given to Aren. During the nights he began to dream of the legendary bird and about different things because of their connection, and sometimes it woke him up in the middle of the night... It was all tools to further Aren's resolve to find the source behind it all, and it worked. Aren had taken notice, paired it with the old promise, and wanted to journey out.
After reaching the age of nineteen, Aren had resolved that he wanted to be a strong trainer, perhaps even an elite four member. He knew it would take training, and he found it a suitable goal alongside his search for his forgotten friend. His parents agreed, even if concerned for how everyone would react to his abnormalities, giving him a cellular device for his nineteenth birthday. With it in hand, he was set to leave that day and start his adventure...
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