Here goes nothing xP
Character Sheet
Name: Ken Truesdale
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Link: Cobalion, Male
Item: Muscle Band
Cobalion
Gender: Male
Personality: Cobalion is brave and determined, not flinching in the face of any danger. He will not stand for injustice or laziness. While he has the qualities of a great leader, he is strict and can be intolerant. It is hard to deter him from a goal he has set for himself.
Description: The first thing one notices when looking at Ken is how his demeanour perfectly fits his physique. He is tall and well muscled from the training he got from Team Plasma, but he is also slim and with very narrow shoulders due to his body style being naturally thin.
His semblance is quiet, intimidating and impossible to read. His face, as well as his actions, are coated in layers of subterfuge, and Ken is able to manipulate what emotion he shows. He does this not to manipulate others, per se, but to hold his ground and to assure no threats, even in a simple conversation. His eyes show exactly this, their green colour not shining back any of the hope the colour is said to represent.
His hair is chestnut brown and kept medium short, parted sideways, ending in spikes on both sides of his head. Both sides form one joint and equally spiky barrier of hair on the back of his head.
This soldier is very practical, and so dons but a dirty t-shirt which used to be white – though now it bears a mix of different colours and shades, being somewhere between grey, brown and green in general- under a brown jacket, a pair of trusty, ragged jeans, the legs so loose from wear they now hold no resistance while hiking, or other backbreaking tasks or travels, and hiker boots.
He is of average complexion, not too dark nor too white for a Caucasian male, but since he rarely keeps a roof over his head – other than the jungle canopy, I mean- his skin has begun to tan.
The steel pendant he received comes with a chain, though he doesn’t wear it in any part of his body. Instead, he keeps it in his pockets, occasionally removing it to contemplate it, as well as all the many things the item brings into mind.
His other accessories include a swiss army knife, a steel item used to start fires through friction (if someone could tell me if this thing’s actually got a name I’d appreciate it), a rope and a pair of sunglasses (for protection from his own Watchog’s attacks.)
Personality: The best word to determine Ken would be determined. Focused, stubborn, professional and radical are also equally accurate descriptions.
This young man has the personality of a soldier mixed with a general and the makings for the best darn right hand of a ruler. He sets long-term goals for all his actions, and puts the bar up the highest it can go, inavertedly or no.
He knows the reality of the human heart: that it is dark and opportunistic, yet doesn’t hate this fact. He embraces it, and acknowledges that the people need a good ruler, He’s come to view Ghetsis as somewhat of a role model, since he single handily conquered a region with nothing but a group of far-out radicals and assumed control of it. Not only that, the region kept prospering even though it was isolated from the entire world.
As such, he tries to train himself to be a good ruler, or what he considers to be a good ruler, though he’d much prefer the very underestimated job of being the King’s right hand. He tries to distance himself, to be objective with all things, to have a clear, tactical mind, and to be in full control of his own world, one he builds according to his own agenda.
Socially, and around those he deems to be trustworthy, to be “friends” (should he one day afford such a luxury), he is kind, curious as to their beliefs and psychology, and loves to debate philosophy. Though he generally appears threatening and unapproachable, should he find himself in a situation where he doesn’t even remember he lives in a dictatorship, that he knows too much and has the future of the region in his hands, he finds that his smile appears surprisingly frequently on his face, and that he often laughs at what others say.
However, in this world, those situations are rare.
Instead, he is intrusive and comes at you too strong when starting conversations, in an obvious attempt at getting the most information possible out of you before you even have a chance to ask him the time of day, and evasive and dismissive once he gets what he wants out of you.
Often, he will leave as soon as he deems the conversation to be over. Which is just when he finished interrogating you. The training he’s endured and the life he’s lead has since built him into a loner, and the hardship this title brings is one he accepts with open arms, believing it will only make him stronger once he builds a new government.
One other thing: His knowledge and acceptance of human darkness will make him very prone to Cobalion’s heavy bias, and whether or not he will become the next Ghetsis, or the herald of a new golden age for Pokémon and humans alike remains something to be seen.
History:
Ken is old enough to have been a Pokémon trainer prior to Ghetsis’ take over. He only had a handful of Pokémon and was treating his training as nothing more than a hobby, he’d never even challenged any gyms or had a full team.
However, the short amount of time as a trainer let him see many wrong doings being overlooked. The power Pokémon trainers held, and most happened to be teenagers, could rival that of an army. Pokémon themselves were dangerous, and in the wrong hands they could unleash destruction.
This rather peculiar view of the world was, though odd and unshared by the rest of the populace which seemed to want to ignore this elephant in the living room, nothing Ken tortured himself over.
It all changed when, during a standard practice battle against a brat he’d just met, his starter Pokémon, a Tepig, is killed by a Tyranitar his opponent kept as a secret weapon.
He was 13 at the time, and this was months before Team Plasma took to the streets and changed the region.
Unlike most citizens, Ken fully embraced the principles of Team Plasma without second guessing or brain-washing propaganda. The loss of his starter was still in his mind and the young boy was still mourning its death, and naturally, cursed the negligent trainer who killed it.
The liberation of all Pokémon was hastily implemented, and Ken was rather glad to release his remaining team. He’d rather them have a shot at a happy, tranquil life living free than risk being killed for sport. Literally.
However, his actions were but the result of youthful revenge. A tantrum extended on a nationwide level.
As he grew older, he grew an interest in philosophy, politics and war. While on one side, the Team Plasma indoctrinators educated him into their practice, he simultaneously educated himself on all manner of topics, devouring books which would soon be censored, learning branching ideals from those of Team Plasma.
He also began to have second thoughts about a society of humans completely ostracized from Pokémon. Sure, this society needed to be controlled, but Pokémon have adapted to our society just as much as humans had built it around Pokémon, too. And no one could tell the time he’d spent with his Pokémon was wrong, either.
Maybe their old society wasn’t perfect, but this one wasn’t, either. With this in mind, the young man started dreaming of a new world... one which he’d built. One which would get right what the previous two got wrong.
As he grew older he also came to a realisation: Ghetsis was a farce. Team Plasma itself was hypocritical, because they kept pokéballs and Pokémon leashed when they forbid the populace to do so. They claimed their members were especially trained or some such, but, having an inside view of things, Ken knew this to be complete and utter bullcrap.
Their speech for freedom and equality was nothing more than a carefully executed plan to rid the region of its most powerful and unpredictable army: Pokémon Trainers. They simultaneously unarmed Unova and threw it in a state of turmoil! The region was ripe for the picking.
The mysterious disappearance of N, the one member Ken had full trust on (and he knew such was the case of the entire populace) was also mighty... fortuitous. Ghetsis was obviously the mastermind behind the entire Team’s rise to power, so, Ken believed, he had N killed as soon as he’d served his purpose and usurped the new king’s throne.
This all outraged him, but he needed proof. One single, irrefutable document, picture or... anything that could so much as hint at corruption at the highest echelons of power.
And so, when he was 20 years old, Ken began to spy on his teammates and breaking into facilities where a low rank like him was not authorized. It was when breaking into the new and rebuilt lab at the dreamyard where, right before he could get inside the archives, the alarm went off.
Ken was absolutely sure he hadn’t tripped it himself, but the tiniest seed of doubt was taking root in his mind. He escaped the lab, furious at how close he’d gotten for nothing, almost being caught by the guards in the middle of the confusion.
He might have escaped, but there was still the fact that he was compromised. If Team Plasma captured him he’d just be taken to wherever the hell they take traitors, never to be heard of again.
It was time, he decided, to quit this farce. To run before they started chasing.
And so, he left for the wild, the Watchog Plasma trained for him following behind. He’d spent the next four years trying to hinder his new enemies in any way he could, vandalism, breaking and entering... arson. Anything for his new world.
Other: His Watchog was given to him by Team Plasma and followed Ken itself, either out of sheer loyalty or some possible indoctrination.
Pokemon –
Species: Watchog
Gender: Male
Nickname: Sentinel
Personality: Sentinal’s nickname summarizes his character traits perfectly. The little rodent was trained for obedience and passed all tests to eventually make its way into the care of a Team Plasma officer. During battle, it will stand his ground and wait until an overconfident opponent gets too close to use a blinding Flash, or a point-blank Hypnosis. After this distraction tactic, the enemy is finished off quickly with a mix of different fang and biting attacks.
Other: He’s had a Team Plasma license and could still carry Watchog with him, should he so wish. He doesn’t since it would make him stick out like a sore thumb, which would be bad both for his beloved secrecy and for his own comfort. Instead, Watchog just tends their campsite or gathers food while he’s in town.
But if greywolf doesn't want Victini, I'll reserve for it... <.< ^^