Yvo Josephus Kolen (fin)
Jan 30, 2014 0:24:35 GMT -5
Post by Yvo Josephus Kolen on Jan 30, 2014 0:24:35 GMT -5
YVO, JOSEPHUS, KOLEN
20 - Human - Male - Apasexual - Anti-Pravus - Unemployed
ABOUT THE PLAYER:
OOC Account: Yvo
What do you wish to be called?: Yvo
Other Characters: N/A
Link to your previous character: N/A
BASIC INFORMATION:
Full Name: Yvo Josephus Kolen
Nickname(s): 'Barcid' (former)
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Allegiance: Anti-Pravis
Occupation (Position) :
Species: Human
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:
Face Claim: Haru Yoshida (Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun)
Hair color and hair style: Yvo's hair color is a natural shade of black contrasting his relatively light skin tone, while his relatives hair colors take on both darker and lighter browns rather than full on black. His hair color is solid throughout, and extends down to his neck, but not quite to his shoulders. It grows quite quickly and Yvo does not cut it often, causing his hair's length to vary year to year.
Eye Color: Brown
Height: 6'2" | 188cm
Build: Yvo is a combination of thin and tall that could only be described as awkward. He moves clumsily and without grace, his long legs and large feet leaving him built like a tower. He inherited the lanky traits of his mother and father combined with the adverse effects of substance abuse. Shades of purple and bags under his bloodshot eyes make him look quite disturbed, as well as a constantly-sported tired look. He doesn't exercise much, and he's only started getting out of the house recently. He's fleshy throughout, lacking any muscle tone.
Skintone: Yvo is of the Caucasian race, but his skin tone is quite pale. Years of recluse behavior and lack of sun made his skin a quite unhealthy and pallid shade of white. It maintains some of its fleshy color, but ultimately stands closer to true white rather than true Caucasian.
Other Appearance Information: Yvo generally has a very nervous air about him. He can often be wearing things to cover his face, such as shades and hats. His irrational fear of authority has led him to use these items to conceal his identity, regardless of who he's talking to. He's often more cautious around people and can often be seen shifting his eyes this way and that, trying to fade into the look of the room. This makes him look quite suspicious, if anything else.
Yvo has a number of scars on his body from his illicit activities. He has one piercing, a not-to-flashy earring in his left ear, as well as a split lobe in his right. Along with this, he has a split lip scar on his lower lip, which he often attempts to cover with various styles of unkempt facial hair. Due to his lack of intensive self-maintenance, he often allows himself to grow various manners of beards and mustaches, only bothering to brush it down with his hands. This results in a shaggy and dirty look in a shaggy and dirty man. When he does sport the facial hair, it often covers his entire upper lip and chin, connecting to his sideburns.
On his arms, Yvo sports many crude gang tattoos that look less-than-professionally inked. The most prominent of which, is a rather large, green, and serpentine dragon spiraling down his left arm. Its monstrous grinning head ends at his lower forearm, eternally spewing fire towards Yvo's left hand. This is accompanied by multiple injection scars, running up and down his legs and arms.
PERSONALITY:
Likes:
- Loud music - Varying from rap, to metal, to alternative. Yvo likes loud music of any sort, and keeps a large collection of music for him to jam to in his free time. The small CD case is one of his most prized possessions and can often be found on his person.
- Abstract art - This particular genre of art doesn't exactly mean much of anything, and doesn't speak to anyone in their right mind. Yvo enjoys things like lava lamps and collages of colors. He is able to lose himself in art and zone out easily, most often while under the influence.
- Insects - Since he was a child, Yvo has had a keen interest in insects. Ants, arachnids, anything of the sort interests him. This interest doesn't extend much into the scientific world, however. He just likes to stare at bugs and catch fireflies in his spare time.
- Opioids - You could say that Yvo was an addict. He'd tell you he could quit any time he wanted. Tomorrow, or the day after that, maybe on Saturday. Yvo started using at a young age, and hasn't stopped since. His use of these substances causes his confrontational attitude, often ending in disaster for both parties. While under the influence he is violent, stubborn, and inattentive.
- Cigarettes - Yvo is a chain smoker and is well aware of the consequences. However, without cigarettes, Yvo would stutter and shake. The nicotine in his system relaxes him, makes him more smooth, and generally helps him calm down. At what price, though? The chemicals in his body destroy his lungs and infect his system.
- Pokemon - Despite his hostile attitude, Yvo has a soft spot Pokemon. He used to spend a lot of time learning, reading, and caring for the beasts. Due to his extensive study, he has a knack for treatment of a Pokemon, though he tends to harm rather than heal while under the influence.
- Anarchy - Yvo is an anarchist. Given any time and place, he'd gladly raise the black flag over his head whilst shouting out profanities about the police and the government. Alone, he's rather passive about his political beliefs. Normally a follower, never a leader.
- Nature - Simply put, Yvo is a sucker for nature's scenery. Before the war, he enjoyed the beauty of Remoor's landscape. However, with the devastation caused by the war, he retreated from nature for the safety of the city. His opinion of naturescapes has hardened over the years, yet he still has that sucker inside of him.
- Spray panting and tagging - Though he can't do it himself, Yvo appreciates graffiti as art. He lacks the proper stencils, skills, and equipment to do it on his own, but he envies those with the skill to make a beautiful tag or piece of art.
- Rain - Coinciding with his love of nature, Yvo is also a big fan of rain. He enjoys lighter drizzles and slight showers. The sound and smell of fresh rain is soothing to him, as well as the atmosphere of a rainy day.
- Camping - Also coinciding with his love of nature and rain, Yvo spends most of his time outside, resulting in an appreciation for camping. He often refers to his vagrancy as "camping in the urban jungle." If the outside were safe enough, he'd gladly pitch a tent out in the forests and live off of the grid.
- Comedy/Comedians - If you can make him laugh, you've pretty much secured yourself a place on his good side. Yvo may not have the most mature taste for comedy, but he enjoys it none-the-less. He fancies himself a comedian as well, and finds his own morbid jokes hilarious (if he does say so himself).
Dislikes:
- Pop music - Any type of pop music, bubblegum or otherwise. Yvo absolutely despises it. He hates the style, the scene, and the noise. This is probably one of the only genres Yvo hates as a collective, and isn't included in his vast musical library. He's often quite obnoxious about his distaste as well, taking care to point out how superior his own jams are.
- Alcohol - It's not that he hasn't tried it, it's that he hates the taste of it. Never acquiring a taste for beer, wine, or liquor, he has always had a particular hypocritical aversion to alcohol. He doesn't show disdain for those who partake in the drinking of alcohol, and can often be buddy-buddy with them while both under the influence.
- Any sort of labour - After the war left the land devastated, Yvo fled to the slums and urban world as apart of his plan to escape reality. Becoming more and more familiar with the drug world, he eventually became pale and lazy. After years of solid use, he developed a hate for any type of work, regardless of its difficulty.
- Pravus - As an anarchist, Yvo hates Pravus for political reasons. As a thug, Yvo hates Pravus for federal reasons. As a family member, Yvo hates Pravus for teenage angst-related reasons. Either way, if Pravus collapsed tomorrow he'd be over the moon. He is not an active participant in anti-Pravus activities, however. He values his life much more than the collapse of the government.
- Pokemorphs - They're a creation of Pravus, check. They're animal and man combined, check. They were bred for war, check. What isn't there to hate about them? Yvo doesn't care if they're people with feelings or not. In his book, the only good Pokemorph is a dead Pokemorph.
- Mutants - They're not normal, because of this Yvo has an irrational fear of them. People with powers beyond human understanding, beyond human ability. Things like control over the mind, body, and the elements are things better left to nature rather than human hands. While not actively and violently torturing mutants, he maintains an unhealthy and irrational fear of those with mutant abilities.
- Slums - Despite living in them for most of his life, Yvo has a strange hatred for the slums. The dingy look, the nasty smells, and the people. He'd much prefer making camp in nature if that was at all possible, what with the outside dominated by savages and zombies.
- Beggars - Despite his vagrant status, Yvo hates other beggars. Seeing them as competition, as well as flat out strange, he has a general hate for the entire sect of poor people who are classified as beggars. The same going with hobos, tramps, and the homeless, except for himself of course.
- Authority - Yvo dislikes any type of authority. Police authority, government authority, parental authority, you name it. He sees the "system" as a hassle, and believes that every form of authority is corrupted in one way or another. He doesn't place his trust in any sort of authority, even if they are anti-Pravus. This general hate for authority has caused clashes in multiple gangs that he has been apart of, ultimately leading to a violent tussle and his ejection.
- Gambling - Yvo hates gambles, gambling, and gamblers. He dislikes 50/50 odds, and often attempts to avoid situations that involve some kind of chance, preferring to be certain in the outcome. His hate for gambling extends to the people who partake in it, seeing them as the scum of humanity despite his own status.
- Pokemon battling - Coinciding with his love for Pokemon, Yvo also dislikes the battling of pokemon as sport. Believing it immoral but inevitable, he doesn't take up arms against it or actively try to prevent it, but refuses to participate in it. Not anymore, at least.
- The mentally disturbed - There's something about the insane that tickles Yvo in a wrong way. He believes them all loose cannons, out of control, and better off confined. He often tries to avoid the insane, and often connects scientists with them. He often mistakes normal people for the insane, especially if they have beliefs that differ from his.
Strengths:
- Chemical resistance - Heavy drug use builds up his resistance to the effects of such chemicals.
- Street educated - Spending most of his life in the slums, he has become quite aware of slum politics.
- Pokemon affinity - When not drugged up, Yvo has a certain skill with the treatment of pokemon that allows them to feel comfortable near him.
- Blunt - Yvo isn't the type to beat around the bush when it comes down to business.
- Trained beggar - Able to put on an innocent face as a down on his luck teenager to get some coin.
- Political knowledge - Yvo is very politically aware, both in the government and on the streets.
- Professional improviser - After years of training, Yvo has developed a skill with things such as stalling, persuading, and lying.
- Jury-rigging - Though not necessarily MacGyver status, Yvo has the ability to rig up things with duct tape and elbow greese.
- Experienced fighter - Though he isn't physically durable or particularly strong, he has experience in fighting.
- Use of knives and daggers - Yvo knows his way around a small bladed weapon.
Weaknesses:
- Physically weak - Heavy use of narcotics as well as little exercise and protein doesn't do well for the body.
- Unfit - Untrained, he doesn't have much stamina when it comes to running.
- Addicted to opioids - The hardcore drugs. He has an extremely soft spot for them.
- Undernourished - Years in the slums didn't exactly do him too well in the ways of calories and vitamins.
- Blunt - He isn't exactly great when handling peoples feelings and emotions.
- Criminal charges - Charges of assault, possession, and other crimes, don't exactly put him on the right side of the law.
- Weakened immune system - Years of drug use made him more susceptible to the common diseases and infections found in the slums.
- Narcolepsy - A disorder that causes your brain to mismanage your sleep cycle. Seemingly random fits of vertigo and sleepiness.
- Mood swings - When under the influence or terribly tired, Yvo tends to go from happy, to angry, to sad, sporadically.
- Stubborn - Set in his ways, and not quick to accept new plans.
- Aversion to sunlight - Staying inside for years on end didn't exactly do well for his skin, nor to his attitude towards the sun's rays. Despite his love for nature, this remains a persistent problem.
Personality: Yvo's actions are motivated by addiction. One could say that he isn't a bad person because he chooses to be, but the other could blame him for choosing to live a life of drugs and crime. Whichever one chooses to believe, one fact should be clear. His life wouldn't have taken the direction it did if he did not choose that direction for himself. Though ashamed of that fact, even Yvo acknowledges it. He still hates his parents despite it, though. Too stuck in his ways to reconcile with his mother and father after running for the slums, he maintains an unhealthy grudge against his family for reasons he likes to keep to himself.
Yvo used to be extremely recluse as a teenager, and a bit into his adult years. After having grown out of this "phase," he makes no direct effort to socialize, but isn't too terrible to hold a conversation with when he's sober and not begging. He's not a terrible conversationalist either, having entertained himself in his own consciousness for much of his life. He's not exactly charismatic, but not exactly repulsive either. However, when he isn't sober or needs a fix, he can quickly turn irritable, violent, and generally an all-around asshole, even to people closest to him.
There's one thing certain when it comes to Yvo's addiction, he sees himself as both the victim and the perpetrator. He believes that it's his fault, but holds his own addiction to a superstitious awe. He blames it on his "other self," as if he had dual personalities. Essentially, he victimizes himself from time to time in order to make himself seem more innocent. As a vagrant and a beggar, he is excellent at putting on an innocent face and pretending to be the victim even if it is truly his fault. Normally he uses this devious skill to get out of punishments.
Years without work and staying inside various crackhouses has not done Yvo well physically. He has a horrible aversion to labour, often attempting to dump it onto others. Along with this, he is physically weak and unfit. He often envies those in peak physical condition, but doesn't put forth the effort to achieve such condition. Instead, he prefers to pity himself and his addiction, blaming that for his actions. He also suffers from a rather terrible case of narcolepsy, leaving him sluggish and irritable. He's well aware of his narcolepsy, and is quite defensive about it.
Despite what was stated above, however, Yvo is not a complete pity party. He has a few skills, such as handling Pokemon and repairing objects with his few readily-available supplies. His Pokemon affinity extends to all Pokemon, rather than his own. He views Pravus as monsters for creating the Pokemorphs, and fosters an extreme dislike for their kind regardless of their personalities. Normal Pokemon, however, he is quite the master of. Knowing the sweet spots of treatment of Pokemon, as well as their species-specific personality, but not necessarily the personality of the individual pokemon.
Yvo has an innate fear of science, viewing it as having the potential to destroy both Remoor and the rest of the world without hope of rebuilding. He often places science as a secondary blame for his addiction, believing that if heroin had not been discovered, it would not have led to the ruination of so many lives. He holds it to some kind of superstitious fear, as it creates monstrosities of war. His hate for science extends to Pravus heavily, creating his anarchist political belief and desire to see Pravus fall. Given the time and place, he'd take up arms in an insurrection.
Despite his exterior as a "tough street-wise hood rat," inside he truly is a passive person. He doesn't instigate fights while sober, and often tries to avoid physical confrontation. In part, due to the fact that he is physically weak and unfit, but also because he holds strange beliefs about violence. He often tries to avoid unnecessary conflict, yet believes that conflict with Pravus is absolutely necessary to ensure the future safety of mankind and pokemon, he just doesn't want to initiate such conflict himself. The conflict with Pravus extends to Pokemorphs, which were created by Pravus, and mutants, which he views as abominations of nature. He's too terrified of their power to resist alone, and instead, seeks a collective.
Yvo has an extreme reverence for nature despite his extreme aversion to sunlight. If the war had not forced him to the confines of Nada at all times, he would have visited the forests and fields from time to time. Before he developed his addiction and thug-like status, he was really quite a softy for nature scenes. He enjoyed the confines of the woods and the openness of the fields. Out of all of the things about nature that he enjoys, he enjoyed rain the most. The pitter-patter of rain on sheet metal calmed him, and he enjoys the general atmosphere of a rainy day.
After the war, he developed a rather grim outlook on the world. He despises the slums and the city, despite the fact that he lives inside of them. If it were safe to venture and live outside, he would find himself among the trees and grass. He often blames the war as a circumstance leading to his addiction, claiming that, if Pravus had not raged a war that destroyed the landscape and created monsters, he would have not encountered the people in the city that led him to drug use. Ultimately, however, the blame falls back to himself as the culprit of his own demise.
BACKGROUND:
History:
- Sjakie Joris Kolen - Sjakie couldn't be described as abusive, despite his liking of alcohol and loud rock music. If anything, he was apathetic towards Yvo during his early childhood. If Mad Men were reality, Sjakie's family would be the prime example. His marriage was out of business benefits and most of his interaction with his son, Yvo, was to secure himself an obedient successor in the future to come. He was the eldest of four boys, and the inheritor of the former Kolen Chemical Manufactory, now A-KCPC.
- Catharina Anouk Kolen - Originally a member of the Van Alst family, Catharina, or "Cathie" to those close to her, was the lone heir to the Van Alst's large chemical production corporation, and as a result, a prime target for a "business agreement" by Sjakie Kolen. She was often busy, and left Yvo to many nurses, often against her own will. After all, work first, family later. She became a member of the chair after the Van Alst's and Kolen's business merger, coming together to create the Alst-Kolen Chemical Production Corp, (A-KCPC, for short.)
- A-KCPC - The Alst-Kolen Chemical Production Corp was originally two different corporations, the Kolen Chemical Manufactory and the Van Alst Chemical Production Corp. A prime example of corporate neo-feudalism, the two corporations were merged through a marriage in the family, between Catharina Van Alst and Sjakie Kolen. Before Yvo's birth, the corporation became a large competitor in the production and selling of chemicals, especially to one buyer, Pravus. As a result of their increased interaction with Pravus, the members of the Board of Directors found themselves nestled closer and closer to its bosom.
- Stacked Odds - Yvo's future was decided before he was conceived. His father's objective was to birth the best possible heir for the corporation, so that his legacy could continue on into many generations. The high expectations included things like business degrees, chemistry degrees, a number of lucrative business titles and deals, as well as a certain expectation of how to dress or act. Sjakie did not account for the ultimate power of teenage angst, however.
- Earliest Memories - Yvo was born to an upper class family, in an upper class facility, with upper class care. One could say that this amount of pampering at an early life was quite ironic for the person he would become. However, like any other child, he slowly fell into his rebellious phase. The difference, however, is that he fell into it quite early. Desperate for something to call his own, to get the attention of his parents, he acted belligerently to all sorts of people.
- Checkpoint 1 - Sjakie reacted to Yvo's rebellious outbursts in a strange way. At the age of five, instead of being sent to a prestigious private school, he was sent to a high-standard public school. Sjakie blamed his rebellious outbursts on his lack of social interaction, and as a result, unknowingly fostered Yvo's "punk" phase. He slowly became more and more enamored with high volumes and dark colors.
- The Crew - A group of ten-to-twenty year old kids who dressed in all black and listened to punk rock. Yvo first met them through school, as fellow misguided and rebellious teenagers. They weren't too welcoming however, with the exception of one boy, Okropir Eduard. Okropir, or just Okro, was a younger member of the group. In retrospect, he was most likely made to test Yvo's delinquency. When they were together, they were both obnoxious and inseparable. Okro's involvement in Yvo's life eventually lead to a high point in Yvo's delinquency, as he became less focused on class work, and more focused on entertaining his classmates.
- Divide - It was at a low point in the corporation's activities that Sjakie became more involved in Yvo's life. For a temporary amount of time, he suddenly became more concerned with his school work, as well as his social life. This was met with backlash. A thirteen year old Yvo had no room for things like "parents" or "the man," man. He was a "free spirit," man, and he could like, do what he damn well pleased.. man. Needless to say, this greatly displeased Sjakie, who promptly retreated to his work.
- After School Connections - Eventually, Yvo was welcomed as a delinquent. He promptly ditched his homework in the nearest shrub and made off towards one of the many houses that the "crew" resided in. It was a rather small house in the middle of a vast slum, inhabited by few people. Out of all ten people there, Yvo was the freshest face of them all. Along with this, it was his first encounter with illicit drugs. Namely, marijuana. One girl protested, it wasn't right for kids his age to smoke. Another boy spoke up, stating that it was a rite of passage that everybody had to take. Most of the hooligans seemed to agree with the latter, and Yvo spent a whole evening coughing up his lungs as he struggled with his first steps into the world of chemical abuse.
- Riot - Two, three, four, we don't want your fuckin' war. Noises echoed from the streets as hundreds marched through the street. Black hoodies, balaclavas, masks, anything to conceal their identity. Yvo was probably one of the youngest of the group, but he shouted like the rest. Cars slowly attempted to make their way through the demonstration, ultimately failing. Strangely, Yvo felt out of place. His father was a war profiteer, and here he was, protesting war profiteering. He jumped and shouted, hollered and screamed. Down with the government! Anarchy forever!
- Surprise Action - Yvo had just graduated the seventh grade when he was pulled out of school. Apparently, his father had been planning this surprise event since he had last came into control of Yvo's life. Not only did this further divide them, but it alienated Yvo from his friends. Eventually, strict curfews were imposed by his many nannies, making it nigh-impossible to participate in his "friend's" late night activities. He consulted the group, and the group responded in kind. There was only one way to prove to them that he wasn't "bitch made," to have a showdown with his father.
- The Clash - A group of four approached the house, including a 14 year old Yvo Kolen. They were morale support, essentially, egging Yvo on to shout more profanities and demand more freedoms from his father. Unfortunately, that's now how it went down. Yvo shouted at his father, his father shouted for security. His friends turned tail, and so did he. Barreling into the back seat of a rickety car, Yvo found himself on the run from his parents and the authorities for the first time. Gee, what a rush.
- Living Costs - Yvo confided in his crew members for housing, now that he had ran away from home. He'd have to have some place to lay low, so that the authorities didn't find him out and about. Many shrunk away from the propositions, but one remained, Dwayne Jephson. Dwayne was a young guy, twenty-three at most. He'd allow Yvo to mooch off his apartment under one condition: Yvo pull his own weight. He didn't care how Yvo pulled together the money, as long as he did. The night following, Yvo devised himself a plan.
- The Heist - Yvo had to secure money to live at Dwayne's apartment, and in order to secure money, he intended to steal from his family. Yvo returned the next day with the intent to fool his father into believing he was coming home. His father was none-too-pleased with Yvo's actions, but instead of scolding him in person, he sent one of his many assistants to scold Yvo. He brushed it off, and strode towards the living quarters. He turned up the house, searching for wallets, purses, coins, anything he could secure. When he arrived in his father's bedroom, he found precisely what he was searching for. His father's wallet, a wad of cash.
- Possession - Yvo's 15th birthday passed without notice or celebration. Instead, Yvo worked. The month before, he had propositioned one of the many members of his group with a deal. If he provided Yvo with illicit substances, Yvo would sell them on the street, and they would split the profit. So far, the deal had gone swimmingly. Yvo roped in profit, and both sides of the business earned a little dosh. He'd been able to secure a steady flow of money in order to pay off his rent to Dwayne, and slowly began to build his own life.
- With Intent - Yvo held the solid switchblade in his hand, looking over to the shadow on the other side of the alley. He'd been doing this over little over seven months now, and he had been screwed over multiple times. They both hesitantly approached the middle, their hands visible. Yvo slowly withdrew a zip-lock baggie, the man slowly withdrew a wad of cash. They both slowly turned, and Yvo met the barrel of a taser. He had been fucked over, yet again.
- To Sell - Yvo spent three days in a cell. Those three days were.. hell, to say the least. He was sure that Dwayne had no idea what happened to him, he met a few people who he had sold to, and he met a few rivals. On the flip side, the Kolen family was none-too-pleased with Yvo's life choices, and neither were their corporate affiliates. A few thousand dollars and some handshakes got Yvo back into their custody, regardless of his consent. Barred windows, locked doors, security guards. It's like he was in a more comfortable cell.
- Cry for Help - At this point, Yvo was pretty much freaking the fuck out. It was.. late. How late? Wasn't sure. His parents were asleep, that was for sure. The only people still awake were the night shift guards and Yvo himself. One night shift guard stood before him, gasping for air. His face was.. pale, and Yvo's was too. The only thing separating the guard and Yvo was five inches of steel, driven right into the guard's stomach. Yvo was shaking, gasping for his own air, speaking in a raspy voice, on the verge of tears.
- Freedom, or - Yvo had pillaged the guard's body for his keys. He quickly exited through the back door, leaving him in the garden that his mother's assistants maintained. Fortunately, nobody was there. The only thing blocking Yvo from freedom was a rather large fence, that could be hopped. Perhaps his parents had not thought of the lengths that he was willing to go to to attain freedom? Perhaps his parents set some sort of trap. Maybe this was all apart of the plan.
- Gamble Life - It had been.. a few months since Yvo escaped his parents house. Yvo made note of his sixteenth birthday, but didn't have much celebration. Dwayne was in touch with a few contacts associated with a small Bounty System Gambling ring. Yvo would be his main star, with his level 20 Tangela. It was a gift, from Dwayne, but it would mostly be used to fill Dwayne's pockets. Yvo named it Casimir, after no one in particular
- Slum Politics - Snow rested on the ground, and gently fell outside. It was dark, the only lights present on the entire streets were those of the Gambling Den. Yvo had taken the name "Barcid," in an attempt to conform with the Gambler's Union known as "Carthage." Dwayne had taken the name "Magonid," and the only contact that they knew of was a mysterious slum-lord known simply as "104." It was on this night that '104' had decided to lead his assault against the Gambler's Den. It was owned by the eccentric, and rival, slum lord "Julius."
- The Secret War - Yvo looked to his left, and then to his right. He had a small switch blade in his pocket, prepared to drive its self through the body of his target, Julius. Yvo's associate, Magonid, as well as three other unknown Carthaginian associates, would have to succeed in making a large ruckus in order to attract his attention. To the far left of Yvo, one man fell to his side. He let out an audible scream as he did, attracting the attention of those around him. They backed off, clearing the path for a few guards. He was bleeding profusely from his side, what looked like a knife's incision. Another men fell, this time, with a small butterfly knife protruding from his back. Yvo looked beside him, and the men beside him withdrew a small note. 'Hamilcar.' Yvo wrote his own small note, and passed it to the man beside him. As he looked up, he noticed one particularly beefy guard shouting out orders into a headset, as the rest of the guards drew their weapons, all ballistic pistols.
- Tactical Retreat - The men slowly drew their guns, and the situation was slowly becoming a showdown. '104' hadn't told Yvo of the situation, and he was obviously unprepared. All he had was a measly switchblade, what was that supposed to do against a pistol? Thoughts raced through his mind like dirt bikes on a circuit, spinning round and round. They stopped abruptly, the harsh sound of gunshots rang through the air. The smoke of shots lifted from one section, then another. Guards and civilians dropped like flies. Members of 'Carthage' called out their battle cry, and Yvo ran.
- On the Run - Yvo didn't look behind himself. If someone was following him, he'd have already caught a bullet in the side. It didn't matter much if anyone was following him in the first place, he'd surely outrun them. Adrenaline and fear carried him through the streets, and he got odd looks from passers-by. The door to Dwayne's apartment swung open easily, and Yvo quickly rummaged through the drawers. Anything that he could take, money, food, cans, they were shoved into his pockets. As far as he knew, he would never be coming back to this place. He wouldn't have to worry about Dwayne, surely he died in the gun fire.
- Street Life - Seventeen, eighteen... Yvo hardly knew anymore. It had been months since the incident, months since he left the block. He'd crossed the city twice over in those few months. If '104' knew about the his desertion, '104' would be after him. He had a bit more left, some of his own supply, illicit substances. For the past few months there had been a joint in his mouth and a needle in his arm. He had to, he needed to, just to calm down. Anything he could get his hands on, anything to stop his paranoid thoughts. He had to get his fill, he'd do anything to get his fill.
- In - Yvo approached the house, swaying from left to right. He'd lost weight, a lot, in fact. If anything, he looked like a bean stalk. The door was leaned up against the wall, next to the doorway. There was glass, broken wood, and various other bits of rubble scattered about. People milled about lifelessly, some smoking, some tweaking. Yvo would spend a few years surrounded by those in this crack house, after all, the dealers frequented this place to sling dope. Yvo shilled out his gambling money to various dealers, all to get his fill. Heroin, weed, cigarettes, those were the most frequent.
- Out - Barry Blue, he was the "leader" of the small crack house, and at the time, King of the Baseheads. Now, when you live in the Castle of Baseheads, it's generally expected that you pay tribute to the King of Baseheads. However, Yvo always had an issue with authority, even from his youngest days as a pitiful punk meandering out with other detestable delinquents. Yvo was much more accomplished than these laughable lawbreakers, however, Yvo not only betrayed or ditched them all, he managed to successfully betray one of the larger gangs in the slums. His only safety was within the drywall of the castle, and even then, he was about to be thrown out of that. Kings generally don't like it when they're insulted, even more-so they don't like it when they're physically assaulted. What did this violence culminate in? Not only a nasty black eye and a few ripped out rings, but a threat of death for Yvo should he meander about the Barry Blue's despotic realm again. So? Yvo took what little remained, including Casimir, and packed up for another slum.
Pokemon:
Name: Casimir
Species: Tangela
Level: 21
Gender: Male
Ability: Leaf Guard
Current Experience: 27/1387
Origins: Casimir was a "gift" from Yvo's friend, Dwayne. Originally, Casimir was used as a tool to earn money. Yvo was successful, for a time. Casimir eventually leveled to twenty-one from battles, and he began to earn Dwayne more and more money. When the street gang known as "Carthage" assaulted the gambling den, in an attempt on a Slum Lord's life, Yvo quickly retreated from the gambling life and into hiding, in an attempt to mask his life from his former gang affiliates. As Yvo spiraled further and further into a world of drugs and paranoia, Casimir rarely saw any action.
Personality: Casimir is ditzy, to say the least. He doesn't hold a focus for more than a few minutes, runs about energetically, and seems to be very ignorant of his surroundings. He seems to not be aware of his master's addictions, and enjoys his company despite it. His naivete has gotten him into trouble more than once, especially with a drugged up Yvo. He shares Yvo's enjoyment of nature, seeming even more energetic and happy among large open fields.
Attacks:
- Growth
- Blind
- Poison Powder
- Absorb
- Vine Whip
- Sleep Powder
- Ingrain
- Constrict
ROLE-PLAYING SAMPLE:
They say nothing burns like the cold. It takes over the body, dominates the mind, and numbs the muscles. The men of the North were regarded as the most resilient to the biting frost of the winter, but the frigid temperatures of the barren tundra even had the likes of King Stark shivering. Lord Mormont, ruler of Bear Island, stood next to his liege. Whatever remained of the King of the North's armies were assembled at this one location, as winter set upon the scrubbed lands. Across the long valley, winding and barren, stood the armies of Greyjoy.
The men of the Iron Islands were known for their brutality in combat, their reaving of the lands, and their grossly barbaric practices with their many saltwives. The armies of Greyjoy, having found allies in The Neck and The Eyrie, stood ten thousand strong for this final assault on the North's stronghold and seat of power, Winterfell. Their travel to the land had not been an easy one, however. They had taken many casualties in their road to war, and behind them lay a path of blood and corpses. House Hornwood, righteous in their wrath, had its self nearly eliminated at the hands of Greyjoy's army, but killed tenfold more Ironborn.
Lord Lotir of Hornwood had been executed earlier in the day, with his armies eliminated and his generals killed. The Greyjoy demoralization tactic worked in part, but many thoughts went out to Lord Hornwood as a martyr, and a hero of the North. Those Northmen who had not yet deserted or turned coats now stood in defiance of their would-be conquerors. They stood seven thousand strong, outnumbered but not without hope. The Wall was still at their backs, and their war had not been one of miserable defeat, but of heroic resistance.
Lord Mormont stood tall, without steed. His wardrobe compromised of a thin coat of chain mail, covered by the tabard of his house. On it, a black bair stood among evergreens. His claws, tongue, and fangs were colored bright orange, contrasting its surroundings. He wore thick leather boots and leather gloves, and clutched Longclaw in his grip. The hand-and-a-half Valyrian steel sword was wielded with both hands, its pointed tip rested on the ground. On its pommel, a mighty black bear's head gazed out towards the Greyjoy army.
Lord Stark had given him pardon to return to his host of two hundred men. Lord Mormont's army was varied, those young and with bright eyes and those wrinkled with a grim look both stood proud. He looked out to the men of the island, and gave a hearty grin. He raised his voice over the whipping winds and shouted out to them, easily gaining their attention,
"I look upon the men of my host, and do not see one that does not look like a martyr."
Grif Mormont was known for his morbid thoughts, as well as his morbid phrases. He was clear in his meaning, and the men seemed to understand it as well. If they were to win a victory at Winterfell, they were to return home to their mothers in full and be hailed as heroes. If they suffered a defeat, they were to return home to their mothers in many halves and be hailed as heroes. Lord Mormont was ready to accept this fate, but was not without his own fears.
He was young, at the age of twenty-four, yet wore the wrinkles of the old men with pride. He was without wife, and without son. It was most likely that upon the event of his death, his brother would inherit his title. If not his brother, one of his many sisters. As for the afterlife, Mormont had nothing to fear. He would join the Old Gods in singing the songs of the First Men, and he would be at peace. However, he would be unfulfilled, a life yet lived for many years is a life truly lost forever. His mother would bury him as she buried the Lord Mormont of old, and so on and so forth.
Lord Mormont's guise of confidence was shadowed by an inner fear of death. He would be immortalized in the halls of Bear Island, yet he would perish a mere child among men. He could put his men before him in the charge, or even run away and return to Bear Island on his ships, but these were not the ways of Northmen. His father's court had groomed him for command of the armies and fleets. This scenario had been played over and over again with his father's knights and tacticians, and it was clear that each ended in defeat.
He knew his place in King Stark's army. He was to be one of the charge brigades, nearly eight hundred men in the armies of House Mormont, House Umber, and House Tallhart. The composition of the armies was clear, House Umber had contributed the most infantry with 300 footmen prepared to move into the heat of battle, a mere 50 horsemen, and a mere 50 archers. Unlike House Tallhart, which had brought an army of 110 archers, 50 horsemen, and a mere 140 militiamen. House Mormont's army was the most homogenous, with an army of 200 men, all axe-wielding infantry.
King Stark had yet to give his orders, and Lord Mormont presumed that he would allow King Greyjoy to take the first move so that he may construct the perfect counter. As a member-army of the charge detachment, Lord Mormont was guaranteed to see the first minutes of battle for himself. The morbid words of Ser Tannin, one of his father's many knights, returned to his thoughts.
"Glory to the first man to die."
Lord Mormont stamped his feet and shuttered, cursing under his breath as he drew his cloak closer to his body, "Damn this cold."