Name: Darron
Gender: Male
Species: Bulbasaur
Age: 15
History: Founded from throughout the depths of the abundance of shadows that lurked beyond. His family dissipated, entirely eradicated from his current knowledge and memory. Fading into just a silhouette of the dark ambience he used to know. The warmth and security he felt.
The flames cast over the horizon, the screams, the pain. The flash of death.
Darron is a definitive example of one that escaped the pain, and call of death. Whenever within proximity, his presence is almost discernible. His desolate eyes stare into the tyrannical world that has harmed him.
(He has kind of, an inhumane background. I'll explain further as the RP broadens).
Appearance: A broad gash just above his lower fore-head; when in conflict, and fleeing of his home town, he obtained this scar. He looks back on to it as an emblem of his crippled history.
Personality: Quite and apprehensive, as stated, his presence is almost discernible. Easily swayed and pressured in one simple direction, often wavered within the conflicting majority.
One of the sole reason he has journeyed, to yet risk his individual, apathetic life is because of the icons he looks up to. That have catered to several, many, varied others, in favor of them.
Side: Exploration.
Other: As 'I'manokie12'; he'd be willing to part with any.