Cattus

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Cattus
11, Male

Appearance:


4'7" thin, little muscle, golden blonde hair, semi tan skin, black pants, maroon polo shirt, pink watch, grey back pack. Has a beige courdy jacket with for on the inside for cold weather. He is ridiclously adorable.

Personality: Cattus has the mind set of your typical 11 year old boy. All he wants to do is have fun, but he is often stopped by his fear. He was abused as a child, his only protection in his older brothers, so he is more likley to interact with teenage boys. Mostly Cattus is a shy scared boy, whose fear drives him to being alone alot. He often hides at any hint of other creatures, since running or fighting do him no good. He can be easily threatened or persuaded, being so naive and young.

He does have a soft spot for cat pokemon however, and they will be his only freinds. And though cattus was thourghly beaten and cheated, he always strives for honesty and truth, something he never had. Justice is also something he likes to bring out, as well has fairness and equality. But with those he is on freindly terms with, which is rare, he comes off terse and rude. But his adorable face and the pity he gets from his situation makes people overlook it. Especially when is deathly afraid of pokemon, and alomst everything else.

History: Two bedroom one bath rancher two miles outside of town. THis is where Cattus's life started. His parents had very little money, and could hardly afford their house. But the two of them were lazy, never wanting to work. So their plan to get money? Have a child marry into a rich family. And there was one on the other side of town, with two baby boys. So they tried for a girl. They had Dyrek. Two years later was Ethan. Dissapointed with two sons, and the disstamce in age spreading, they stopped, forcing their two sons to work.

Yet the family on the other side of town had more boys, and so five years after Ethan came Cattus. Cattus was skipped over and two year later came a set of triplet girls. And another three years a second set of tripletes. Nine children, Cattus caught in the middle. Because of their six girls, Cattus's family treated the boys like crap, and gave the girls everything they wanted. And poor Cattus was so small, so timid after being rejected, and so fragile after never knowing how to do any work. His brothers would do his work for him, worried about their tiny brother. And cattus loved them so much, they were his protecters.

One day while wandering, Cattus found a small pokemon. It was a Purrloin. The small pokemon was looking at him intently, but soon realized there was nothing it could steal from Cattus. When it tried to leave, there was barking. A vicious group of dog pokemon came. Cattus grabed Purrloin and ran. He climbed up a tree, crying and screaming and finnaly his brothers came to the rescue. Ever since then Cattus had a soft spot for cat-pokemon, and The purrloin stuck with him. But Cattus's fear of all other pokemon haunts him.

But things went down hill even more. Cattus was 11, and Dyrek 18, finnaly leaving home, to join the Aeroians in the war. He was leaving Cattus under Ethan's care. But 16 year old Ethan ran off in the middle of the might with the Farmer's son, both running away to express their feelings for one another. Dyrek realized Cattus had no one, and would be worked to death if left home. So he gave Cattus money, and sent him on a train to another part of the region. Comming onto the station, Cattus saw a young meowth. The pokemon Probably was just born. It was scared and ran straight to Cattus. Cattus smiled for the first time since he Met Cassie, his Purrloin. He spoke to the Meowth. "Listen Liam, we have to be careful, and stick together." Cattus realized a new life had just begun.

Family: Mother, Father, Dyrek, Ethan, Six sisters

Alliance: Aero

Position: Supporter

Team:

Purrloin
Cassie
Female
Level 10
Scratch/Growl/Assit/Sand-Attack
Cassie is a very gutsy little Purrloin. Though she often uses the cute act like most of her kind, she is quick to act big. She is one of those pokemon who thinks she's tougher than Arceus. She feels Cattus's fears hinder her, but can't help but stick with him.


Meowth
Liam
Male
Level 1
Scratch/Growl/Ammnesia
Liam is extremley young and carefree. Is curious, and often doesnt know the trouble he causes or can get into. He has the playful kitten mind set.

Other Info: Fear of Most Pokemon

Roleplay Sample: Preview Of Mika

Not a sound. Not a thing to see. Only the silence of a whole population of pokemon fear. Many had sensed the danger and left. Even more departed at the site of a strange Serperior, whitch slinked around for one day and disappeared. But others still thought no sign of danger meant staftey. But they were wrong. This undying fear made the truth so real. They were done for. If they stayed still, done. If the travled south, west, or east, trapped by a rock wall. But north meant crossing through an area where the sense of danger was concentrated. Maybe staying still would make the danger leave this night. Hopes of the morning being safe also passed over. But a young Scyther was being eaten be suspense. He darted foreward, blurry with speed.

TWING!

Vines all over shot up in the air, all conected. Tugging on one sent all othes flying. Scyther tripped, and fell hard, knocked out. Many pokmeon paniced, and took to the trees. They jumped, and froze in mid air. There were webs. Every where. A memory of a strange Spinark crashed down on them. They had been to concerned with the large Serperior to give much thought to thte Spinark. Taking to the ground, care fully avoiding vines, pokemon were running. But the stopped, as a woman dressed in many greens appeared from behind a near by tree. A Spinark on her shoulder, a Serperior close behind.

She was a hunter. Her pokemon may have made the webs and vines, but she had orgainzed the plan. Timed out the action. Covered for spinark. She also did something her pokemon couldn't do. She produced dark green pokeballs with MN engraved in them. There were tons. She threw them in the air, and pokemon were sucked in against their will. She produced a book now, and the pokeballs, sfter catching a pokemon, flew to empty slots in the book, shrinking down to the size of marbles, with the names of the pokemon appearing below them, orgainizing them selves. The pages flipped as ones was filled, holding 20 per page. Four full pages. She closed the book, and tucked it into her trench coat. A job well done.

(Look foreward to meeting Mika Noir, A top of the line pokemon hunter.)

[Wolfe]

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