Post by ~/Birdybot\~ on Mar 7, 2009 16:15:25 GMT -5
Name
Nox Umbra (Latin for 'night ghost')
Nickname(s)
Umb
Gender
Male
Age
13
If a Pokemorph, what kind?
Not quite a Pokemorph, but bits of Pokemon DNA have wiped up on his due to radiation. You’ll see why.
Sexuality
Straight
Appearance
Nox is slightly tall, skinny and handsome. Other than that, he is very average. His face is thin, his smooth cheekbones fairly noticeable above his rounded jaw. He shape of his face is an oval, and not unusual, to Nox’s delight. His features are positioned rather normally, with good proportions. Not perfect, but not bad. His face seems to be fine, everything where it should be.
On to describing said features. His hair rests on top of his head in a tangle of golden brown. Although perfectly straight with not even the slightest hint of a curl, Nox’s hair never seems to lie flat. He has come close, but never as far as he would like. It can sometimes be an annoyance, for he is often seen flicking it back from his eyes, but mostly Nox doesn’t care much about appearances and so doesn’t care too much about his untameable hair. Despite all this, however, on the rare occasions when a brush he drags through his hair has some effect, he is very pleased and goes into a good mood.
His eyes are a little larger than average. They match his hair in colour, although are perhaps a little less golden. His eyelashes are longer than most boys, to his annoyance, but as said previously he doesn’t care much about appearances. They appear to be simple eyes at first, but when one takes a closer look it is possible to see how the boy is really feeling, if he really is happy, or the like. They are quite something, and sort of mesmerising if you look deeply enough into the swirls of colour, emotion and thought.
Beneath his smoothly curved nose, Nox has a mouth, obviously. His lips are thin but do not look stretched or long, instead, they look a little sad. Well, usually the fact that he often has a frown on his face adds to this, but other than that his smiles sometimes look a little fake, even when they reach his eyes. More interesting than most of the stuff I’ve just rambled on about, behind his lips lie an unusual array of teeth. They are more pointed than most, his almost fang-like incisors the result of his strange background.
Moving away from his face, Nox has a thin, almost average body, lined with a network of muscle which are clearly displayed beneath his skin. They make him look stronger than he really is, but he is still a fair bit stronger than most. His skin colour is pale, although the sun has made it acquire a brown tinted tan. Clumps of fur of various colours sprout along his body, so naturally he never takes his T-shirt off, even in baking hot weather.
His body is clad in relatively dark and unnoticeable colours. He normally wears something of the like of dark blue jeans, a grey or black shirt with a darker or denim jacket, and a black and grey backpack with white stripes along the edges. Sometimes, if he feels like it, he wears a grey cap, one backwards of course.
As well as the tufts of fur and pointed teeth, Nox’s unhealthy exposure to radiation has also given him sharper senses and a strange ability. His ability is to use a few Pokemon moves, although he finds this extremely difficult and prefers to stick with basic things such as telepathy and sensing aura.
Personality
Although Nox likes every type of Pokemon, if he had to pick a favourite it would be either a Ghost, Dark or Psychic type. He espescially prefers the more wild predator-like Pokemon, such as ones with a wolf or big cat appearance. Anything with paws, fur and teeth, basically. He has never had a Pokemon before, but has secretly admired them and desperately wanted to become a trainer for years now.
Nox is pretty much the strong, silent type. Somehow he can get all he wants to get across in one or two words, but he cannot explain this to anyone else, no matter how much they ask. He just doesn’t know himself, he assumes it's just an aspect of his body language or something which lets people know everything he wants them to. If you became friendly enough with him, though, I'm sure he wouldn't mind a lengthy conversation with you, although he does not trust most people for a while.
Cool as a cucumber most of the time, Nox is prone to occasionally move out of the background and express the emotion building up inside him. He usually bottles it up, for he does not want anyone to see when he is hurt or the like, but this almost always has bad results where he acquires a strong feeling of anger or sometimes sadness, usually provoked in a manner of some final annoyance or upset.
With his amount of foreign DNA in his body, another of his flaws is sometimes uncontrollable bursts in Pokemon activity. On part of his DNA starts trying to force it’s way to the surface, and takes control. He strikes out at even those he likes or loves in this state, which is one of the reasons why he rarely makes friends. It is not the friend who chooses this, for this only happens around once every three or four months and he is getting better, but it is rather Nox’s fear that he will seriously hurt someone which keeps him from doing this.
The above was a reason for why he is scared to practice using Pokemon moves. Not only is it extremely difficult for him, but this gives a part of his DNA a chance to take over, and several occasions of this uncontrollable behaviour has happened as a result of him practicing this. He has found no problems with telepathy and sensing aura, telepathy especially, and like to use this to talk to Pokemon.
History
Nox was born to a poor family, one of triplets. At his birth, there were many complications, for it is rare and painful that triplets are born. His mother lost huge amounts of blood, and he and his siblings were a month premature and severely underweight. They were placed on a drip, with various pipes and monitors attached immediately after their birth. His mother wasn’t so lucky. After exactly one hour, thirty-three minutes of knowing her three children, she died from blood loss. Soon after one of the triplets died for the same reasons.
A few weeks after their father, Inguis Umbra, took them home, Nox’s brother developed pneumonia. As a teenager or adult, he would have stood a good chance of survival, but as four-week-old baby with tubes to help him breath he had no chance, dying shortly after. His father, a money-hungry and rather old fashioned man, blamed the deaths on the remaining child, when most would have cherished him as the only remaining relative. Inguis believed in hard work, and so forced Nox to do the work as soon as he could.
It started with small things such as ironing and cleaning when Nox was a toddler. As he grew up, his father made a choice to send him into town to help people with whatever for small amounts of change, all which went to Inguis, who became a little less poor over time. Eventually, a huge building loomed over the town as technology developed. Inguis looked further into the building, asking various people and checking books to see what this did; it was called a ‘Nuclear Power Plant’. In the books he had read, they were new technology and people could be paid to work there. Naturally, he sent his son to work long hours doing jobs only a small, strong boy could.
So that begins Nox’s story of his short life spent working. Of course, it does not stop here. It goes on. In the power plant, Nox went through training to be able to know how to do the sort of work there, of course. This in itself was tough for a young boy. Taking advantage of his size, the boss made him crawl through tiny gaps to fix leaks, manage pipes, put bits of radioactive stuff he had no name for in the right places and the like, getting an inadvisable dose of radiation as he did so. It’s changes were so gradual, no-one noticed until it was too late. The DNA is mainly thought to be that of the Pokemon who worked on the power plant, mostly Psychic and Fighting, although traces of scales and even feathers cling to his body.
When he grew a few years older, that all changed. He’s how in a nice little story;
Nox fumbled with the rod in his gloved hands, desperately trying to fix it into place. A click to indicate his work was done sounded in his ears, and he sighed and crawled out of the narrow passageway, wiping grime from his filthy face. The man waiting outside grunted with approval, and walked off. Nox nodded to him, and walked to other way, to his boss’s office.
Knowing he was welcome in here, for this was the man who told Nox what job he would be doing, he did not knock. He gasped in surprise to find another man in the office. This was not uncommon, but today it clearly was. This man was cleaner than most the people working here, but he was wearing a white coat and carrying strange tools. Nox read the man’s name tag; ‘Dr. Rogers’. He cocked his head in curiosity, as a dog or bird does. “Who is this?”
His boss smiled. “Nox, I have no more jobs for you… today, at least. This is Dr. Rogers. He wants you to go with him for the rest of the day.” He sighed, and Nox’s look of confusion grew. Why was his boss being so nice all of a sudden? Was it because of this Doctor Rogers person? Whatever way, Nox wasn’t taking any chances. Dr. Rogers murmured a thanks then left with the boy trailing obediently behind him.
When they reached the border of the power plant, Nox hesitated. Dr. Rogers told him it was all right to follow him, and led the boy to a small hospital about three minute’s walk away. Nox had never been inside a hospital as far as he could remember, although he was clearly in desperate need of one. Rogers took him inside a clean room that smelt of medicine, and told him to sit on the bed by the window with the drawn blinds. “Nox Umbra, right? I am not going to hurt you. I just want to help you with your situation. Could you please take of your shirt so I can examine you for any signs of mutation?”
Nox looked at Rogers curiously, but hesitantly obeyed. He winced in time with the doctor as his seven-year-old chest, complete with scars, cuts, bruises, fur, scales and feathers, was in full view. He shivered. “Y-you won’t tell anyone w-will you?” he said in a high, quiet voice.
Dr. Rogers looked concerned. “Of course not, Nox. I will have to tell all the people who research radioactivity and nuclear power about these effects, but no one will know that you are the one I saw like this.” He said soothingly, scribbling down notes on a clipboard with no sign of Nox’s name on it. He moved the bed into the centre of the room for a better look, telling Nox to show him his teeth and the like. Nox waited for whatever purpose he had been brought here for.
Finally, Dr. Rogers spoke. “Nox, this may be enough to stop cruel men like your boss from employing small children like yourselves forever. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s already illegal. I think you just saved your life. The power plant will close for this. Don’t worry. I’m sure you would have died otherwise.” He told the boy solemnly, and Nox smiled back.
Shortly after that little tale, Dr. Roger’s words came back to haunt him- well, Nox, at least. It was a few days before the nuclear power plant was due to close as the boss and Ignuis were arrested. Nox grew ill, and, although he did not tell anyone, felt he would not be able to work. Eventually he collapsed. After a short spell in the hospital, Nox was sent to an orphanage, with instructions to take special care after treatment for his weak radiation poisoning.
The orphanage, simply called that, was a harsh place where the other children, although Nox never told them, somehow found out about his horrible exposure to radiation and made fun of him for it. As he grew older, a few of the girls thought he was brave, and liked him, and the few friends he had were either boys who felt pity for him, or Pokemorphs who underwent similar hardships.
Their only relief from this Orphanage prison was the desperate speck of opportunity they clung to; the end of the term of their thirteenth birthday. If, at the end of term, they were thirteen years of age, the orphans were allowed to either get their first Pokemon at any lab in the nearby regions, or get a Pokemon their, selected due to personalities, and continue their education with this new partner. Naturally, most of the pupils preferred the first option. Nox was one of them, and when the end of term finally arrived, he had researched the nearby regions, and Sinjoenn was his choice.
Anything Else?
Killed his ex-travelling partner, Kairi, rather than have her take the slow and painful version when Team Vex would try to make her talk.
Chosen Path
Team Vex Grunt- wants to be at a higher rank.
