Post by Kest on Aug 10, 2011 3:48:55 GMT -5
Name: Naos Amherst
Gender: Male
Age: 26 (he thinks)
Likes: sleep, his ninetails, helping others (in a manner of speaking), almost nothing else
Hates: insomnia, his plans being foiled, stupid people, grass pokemon, people who mispronounce his name
Overall Appearance:
Personality:
History:
All that changed when Naos was six years old. Moments before the life he knew fell apart, he was laying on his bedroom floor upstairs with a crayon in each hand, scribbling away at a coloring book. Beside him, his vulpix Ascella lay sprawled out and lightly napping.
Then, abruptly, there was a thump and a shout of surprise from downstairs. Ascella was awake and on her paws in an instant. Someone yelled something; Naos couldn't make out exactly what it was. The voice was unfamiliar. The evening quiet dissolved into a cacophony of crashes and baying voices and crunching glass. Naos remained where he was, as if he had been struck suddenly paralyzed , still gripping crayons in his small fists. And then, just as quickly as it began, the din faded. The silence left behind was heavy.
Naos did not move. After a moment, the strangers downstairs began to speak. Although he would never see the faces of his parents' killers, their voices would remain branded into his memory forever. "What the hell was that? No, what was that? I thought you said you were watching! You said there'd be no one home!" "Oops." There was laughter in the second voice. "No, no, this is not an 'oops'. I mean." A pause. "'Oops' is what you say when you trip someone by accident or something. 'Oops' isn't...'oops I just killed too people!' What the hell is wrong with you?" "Hah! Quit panicking. It's just a couple of yuppies anyway. ...What? Chill out, don't you want to at least get something out of this? C'mon, let's see what kinda stuff these yuppies have. Haha, had."
Footsteps downstairs. All at once, Naos's paralysis was broken. He threw himself backwards, abandoning his crayons, and scrambled into the closet beside his bed. He shut the door as quietly as he could. From inside the darkness of his closet Naos could hear the men come up the stairs and make their way from room to room, opening doors and pulling out drawers. He clutched Ascella tight against his chest, heart hammering in terror, eyes streaming tears. He bit his lips against the sobs that clutched at his throat, so hard he drew blood. Somehow he was convinced that making noise would be the very worst thing he could do--anything that might attract the attention of the strange men in his house. He waited, cramped and in perfect silence, for what felt like hours. He fell asleep. When he finally awoke, it was dawn and the men were gone.
Naos cracked the closet door and crawled out on hands and knees, stiff from hiding. He made his way downstairs as if in a dream. He found them in the living room: the bodies of his parents, torn by a zangoose's claws. Victims of something as senseless and mundane as a burglary gone wrong.
Young Naos did not know what to do. He almost threw up. He cried. He sat next to his parents' bodies for more than an hour. He needed help, but the Amhersts were not close to most of their family, and Naos did not think to call the police. Finally, he did the only think his six-year-old mind could come up with: he left his house, toddled down the path, down the sidewalk, up another walkway, and knocked on his next-door-neighbor's door. The lady who lived there had always been kind to Naos. When she opened her door that morning, she was startled to see the child standing on her porch alone, his white hair tousled and his eyes red from crying. At first, he seemed unable to speak. It took him a few minutes to put together words, and finally he said, "I need help. Mommy and daddy are all bloody." Disturbed, the lady followed Naos home and discovered what had happened. She did what Naos hadn't thought of, and called the cops.
He was sent to live with his estranged aunt following his parents' murder. His aunt disliked him: she had many children of her own and resented him taking up extra money and space. On top of that, he was silent and unresponsive, still deeply in shock. Eventually, she grew so tired of Naos she dropped him off at an orphanage and left.
His parents dead, abandoned by his relatives, Naos was alone. His only blessing was that he was allowed to keep Ascella with him. At the orphanage, he was studious and well-behaved, but still rarely spoke. Ascella was his closest friend, and she remained by his side day and night. He did not have other friends. His time at the orphanage was brief, and he does not remember it as being particularly bad or good.
His foster home was different--it was worse. The people who ran it were very cruel to the children who lived there, especially a woman who specialized in grass pokemon. She was fond of siccing her pokemon on misbehaving children, which is why even as an adult Naos is uncomfortable with grass types.
However it was there that--for the first time since before his parents died--Naos made a friend. Like most of the other foster kids, Terra had a troubled past. She was bitter and tough and her motto was 'life sucks, and then you die'. Still, she and Naos supported each other. Her presence made life more bearable throughout those trying months.
But Naos had taken that bad turn back then, and ever since, his life was a neverending chain of the worst kind of luck. In the end, Terra was unable to escape the shadow of her own dark past; she committed suicide. Naos was alone again. He ran away, deciding he'd rather take his chances in the outside world than stay in the place that killed his only friend.
Living in the black underbelly of society, Naos witnessed all manner of crime and violence. He was still young but he had seen more than many twice his age. Terra's words remained stuck in his memory like splinters: 'life sucks, and then you die'. Another one of hers: 'life is pain'. The more he saw, the more convinced he became that she was right. Naos himself lived largely on instinct; he did what he had to to survive because that is what people do, but he never thought about why. He was empty and aimless, drifting from place to place without any rhyme or reason. Even he has no idea precisely how long he spend as a stray--he lost track of time early on and is not even sure of his own age.
And with that thought in mind, an idea emerged to Naos: he had lived when he shouldn't have, so perhaps perhaps he could use his borrowed time for something important. His own suffering had blinded him to the truth: sadness and misery wasn't his problem, no--it was everyone's. Life is pain. He couldn't ignore the rest of the world when they were suffering too, whether they admitted it or not. No, Naos was going to help them. Naos was going to fix everything.
He'd destroy the whole world if he could.
With all of Team Turbozoid's resources at his disposal, Naos found himself in the perfect position to carry out his plans. First step: repress the trainers so they would be unable to fight back (it's for their own good, after all). Second step: more power.
Third step: destruction.[/blockquote]
Pokemon Stats:
Gender: Male
Age: 26 (he thinks)
Likes: sleep, his ninetails, helping others (in a manner of speaking), almost nothing else
Hates: insomnia, his plans being foiled, stupid people, grass pokemon, people who mispronounce his name
Overall Appearance:
Naos is tall but almost painfully thin, evidence of many meals missed in the pursuit of his goals. His white hair makes his skin look paler than it is; he seems washed-out, like an old photograph. This effect is only enhanced by his choice in clothes. Naos prefers to dress up rather than down--dress shirts, sweater vests, and the like--and much of his wardrobe is light-colored or monochrome.
Naos's eyes are medium brown, often the only splash of color in his appearance. Most of his surprisingly wide assortment of scars are hidden beneath his clothes, but the buckled scars across his wrists and the faint but noticeable scars on his face are not so easily concealed.
Personality:
Put simply, Naos is a little nuts. He wholeheartedly believes that life is inherently painful, and he's driven by a twisted sense of pity and compassion for other people--life is awful, anyone who says otherwise is delusional, and therefore killing people is the same as saving them. He sees himself as somewhat of a hero for this reason; he's the only one who's willing to stand up and do what, in his opinion, is truly the right thing for everyone.
Naos is not arrogant in the slightest, in spite of his position of power. He is absolutely sincere in his plans, and is not only willing but expecting to die once they're complete. He considers himself to be living on borrowed time anyway. Beyond his warped ideals, he's tough and streetsmart, rarely fazed by pain, and ferociously determined to anything he sets his mind to. Because of events in his past, he does not trust easily. He also does not get close to people easily; since he's planning to kill everyone anyway, caring too deeply about individual people would just be counterproductive. He cares about everyone already, that's why he's going to kill them! There's simply no need to complicate that with actual relationships.
In terms of his everday behavior, Naos doesn't have a berserk button so much as a berserk switchboard; he has been known to fly into a rage at the most innocuous things. Usually he only responds with words, but 'usually' doesn't mean much with Naos--he is as unpredictable as the weather. And in addition to being somewhat emotionally unstable, Team Tubrozoid's leader carries a knife on him at all times, so a useful piece of advice: always make sure you're pronouncing his name right.
History:
[/u][/right]To say Naos's past was challenging would be putting it mildly. His life started out happy enough, however--the Amherst family was a stable upper-middle-class family, ordinary and peaceful, and Naos spent his early childhood playing with his toys in the halls of his parents' sizable house.part one (started out happy enough)
All that changed when Naos was six years old. Moments before the life he knew fell apart, he was laying on his bedroom floor upstairs with a crayon in each hand, scribbling away at a coloring book. Beside him, his vulpix Ascella lay sprawled out and lightly napping.
Then, abruptly, there was a thump and a shout of surprise from downstairs. Ascella was awake and on her paws in an instant. Someone yelled something; Naos couldn't make out exactly what it was. The voice was unfamiliar. The evening quiet dissolved into a cacophony of crashes and baying voices and crunching glass. Naos remained where he was, as if he had been struck suddenly paralyzed , still gripping crayons in his small fists. And then, just as quickly as it began, the din faded. The silence left behind was heavy.
Naos did not move. After a moment, the strangers downstairs began to speak. Although he would never see the faces of his parents' killers, their voices would remain branded into his memory forever. "What the hell was that? No, what was that? I thought you said you were watching! You said there'd be no one home!" "Oops." There was laughter in the second voice. "No, no, this is not an 'oops'. I mean." A pause. "'Oops' is what you say when you trip someone by accident or something. 'Oops' isn't...'oops I just killed too people!' What the hell is wrong with you?" "Hah! Quit panicking. It's just a couple of yuppies anyway. ...What? Chill out, don't you want to at least get something out of this? C'mon, let's see what kinda stuff these yuppies have. Haha, had."
Footsteps downstairs. All at once, Naos's paralysis was broken. He threw himself backwards, abandoning his crayons, and scrambled into the closet beside his bed. He shut the door as quietly as he could. From inside the darkness of his closet Naos could hear the men come up the stairs and make their way from room to room, opening doors and pulling out drawers. He clutched Ascella tight against his chest, heart hammering in terror, eyes streaming tears. He bit his lips against the sobs that clutched at his throat, so hard he drew blood. Somehow he was convinced that making noise would be the very worst thing he could do--anything that might attract the attention of the strange men in his house. He waited, cramped and in perfect silence, for what felt like hours. He fell asleep. When he finally awoke, it was dawn and the men were gone.
Naos cracked the closet door and crawled out on hands and knees, stiff from hiding. He made his way downstairs as if in a dream. He found them in the living room: the bodies of his parents, torn by a zangoose's claws. Victims of something as senseless and mundane as a burglary gone wrong.
Young Naos did not know what to do. He almost threw up. He cried. He sat next to his parents' bodies for more than an hour. He needed help, but the Amhersts were not close to most of their family, and Naos did not think to call the police. Finally, he did the only think his six-year-old mind could come up with: he left his house, toddled down the path, down the sidewalk, up another walkway, and knocked on his next-door-neighbor's door. The lady who lived there had always been kind to Naos. When she opened her door that morning, she was startled to see the child standing on her porch alone, his white hair tousled and his eyes red from crying. At first, he seemed unable to speak. It took him a few minutes to put together words, and finally he said, "I need help. Mommy and daddy are all bloody." Disturbed, the lady followed Naos home and discovered what had happened. She did what Naos hadn't thought of, and called the cops.
part two (taken a bad turn)
[/u][/right]From there, life seemed to accelerate for Naos. It was like he had taken a bad turn and kept ending up in worse and worse places.He was sent to live with his estranged aunt following his parents' murder. His aunt disliked him: she had many children of her own and resented him taking up extra money and space. On top of that, he was silent and unresponsive, still deeply in shock. Eventually, she grew so tired of Naos she dropped him off at an orphanage and left.
His parents dead, abandoned by his relatives, Naos was alone. His only blessing was that he was allowed to keep Ascella with him. At the orphanage, he was studious and well-behaved, but still rarely spoke. Ascella was his closest friend, and she remained by his side day and night. He did not have other friends. His time at the orphanage was brief, and he does not remember it as being particularly bad or good.
His foster home was different--it was worse. The people who ran it were very cruel to the children who lived there, especially a woman who specialized in grass pokemon. She was fond of siccing her pokemon on misbehaving children, which is why even as an adult Naos is uncomfortable with grass types.
However it was there that--for the first time since before his parents died--Naos made a friend. Like most of the other foster kids, Terra had a troubled past. She was bitter and tough and her motto was 'life sucks, and then you die'. Still, she and Naos supported each other. Her presence made life more bearable throughout those trying months.
But Naos had taken that bad turn back then, and ever since, his life was a neverending chain of the worst kind of luck. In the end, Terra was unable to escape the shadow of her own dark past; she committed suicide. Naos was alone again. He ran away, deciding he'd rather take his chances in the outside world than stay in the place that killed his only friend.
part three (a stray)
[/u][/right]Naos lived in the streets. He was homeless, a runaway with no family, friends, or allies. He was always tired, hungry, cold. It was a rough life, rougher than he had been prepared for. The streets forced him to toughen up--he learned to grit his teeth through pain and always carry a knife; Ascella learned to fight.Living in the black underbelly of society, Naos witnessed all manner of crime and violence. He was still young but he had seen more than many twice his age. Terra's words remained stuck in his memory like splinters: 'life sucks, and then you die'. Another one of hers: 'life is pain'. The more he saw, the more convinced he became that she was right. Naos himself lived largely on instinct; he did what he had to to survive because that is what people do, but he never thought about why. He was empty and aimless, drifting from place to place without any rhyme or reason. Even he has no idea precisely how long he spend as a stray--he lost track of time early on and is not even sure of his own age.
part four (life is pain)
[/u][/right]Then, one winter, things changed again. Naos survived a brush with death by a miracle, and when his mind cleared, he realized things. He had somehow managed to not die, but he hardly saw this as cause for celebration. Besides isolated patches of contentment or comfort or humor, Naos had not been truly happy since he was a child. He had done nothing to deserve his misery, yet it had been inflicted upon him anyway. Terra liked to say life is pain, bitterly, spitting the words out around a cigarette she wasn't supposed to have. And she was right. Life was pain and you either ignored it or you lived with it. Terra had taken a third option, and opted out of it altogether. And to Naos, she was right about that too.And with that thought in mind, an idea emerged to Naos: he had lived when he shouldn't have, so perhaps perhaps he could use his borrowed time for something important. His own suffering had blinded him to the truth: sadness and misery wasn't his problem, no--it was everyone's. Life is pain. He couldn't ignore the rest of the world when they were suffering too, whether they admitted it or not. No, Naos was going to help them. Naos was going to fix everything.
He'd destroy the whole world if he could.
part five (more meaningful things)
[/u][/right]At first, Naos fell into Team Turbozoid mostly so he would have somewhere to sleep and food to eat for awhile. But as he observed their activities, his disdain for the group grew. Team Turbozoid was nothing but a crime syndicate; they wasted their resources on accumulating more money when they could be using them to do more meaningful things. So Naos decided to change that himself. He worked his way up the Turbozoid ladder, gaining more and more influence, until eventually he overthrew the leader and took control himself.With all of Team Turbozoid's resources at his disposal, Naos found himself in the perfect position to carry out his plans. First step: repress the trainers so they would be unable to fight back (it's for their own good, after all). Second step: more power.
Third step: destruction.[/blockquote]
Pokemon Stats:
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Ascella
HP - 245
Attack - 160
Defense - 142
Special Attack - 169
Special Defense - 221
Speed - 201
Fomalhaut
HP - 256
Attack - 161
Defense - 145
Special Attack - 251
Special Defense - 153
Speed - 178
Castor
HP - 251
Attack - 245
Defense - 188
Special Attack - 149
Special Defense - 173
Speed - 116
Spica
HP - 218
Attack - 103
Defense - 127
Special Attack - 155
Special Defense - 205
Speed - 117
Atlas
HP - 182
Attack - 135
Defense - 110
Special Attack - 150
Special Defense - 123
Speed - 164
Tropius
HP - 167
Attack - 85
Defense - 99
Special Attack - 89
Special Defense - 103
Speed - 68
