PMA: Reaver

Yasss second character for this group!
I didn't shade the bust because //laze
Also I'm planning of redrawing that anyway ehehe

General

Name: Reaver
Pokemon: Houndoom
Birthdate: 24th February
Age: 27
Level: 67
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Something between a raging pansexual and demiromantic
Ability: Flash Fire
Faction: Prolly doesn't even know those exist as of now, but would defenitely tackel at one if he did. (most likely leaning to frou and kabu)

Pokemon Stats

(I know that two of those are transfer only moves, that's basically the reason why he started out in Sinnoh ehe)
Moves:
- Crunch
- Flamethrower
- Frustration
- Sludge Bomb

Battle Stats:
Attack: 4/5
Defense:0/5
Speed: 5/5
Sp. Attack: 3/5
Sp. Defense: 0/5

PokeHuman Stats

Residence: He build himself a little hideout on the roofs of Lumiose city which he made out of either stolen or from his loan bought things.

Occupation: Delivery boy hardcore level
                   (think Mirrors Edge + pizza)

Appearance: Tall and slender; If it wouldn't be for Reaver's strong bones and muscles you could almost say that he'd already fall together by a single windblow. However, he is more muscular than one would think thanks to his constant training and climbing around on the city's rooftops.
As for his looks, this houndoom prefers to dress accordingly to his original form color wise, his hair is somewhat messy and the body is plastered in several scars, most of these are hidden underneath his clothes.

He's usually seen wearing a shirt with some bandages around them (the bandages are probably for decorative senses), dark jeans and a pair of heels. Reaver also attached a brooch at his belt which he got back in his childhood from his former trainer (not mentioned in the history).

Thanks to a slightly damaged dittech, however, his tail is still visible and his eyes also strike a large resemblance to his houndoom form. He usually uses the excuse that that he likes to wear contacts and keeps his tail hidden in his pants whenever he's out in public.

Height: 1,82m (with heels around 1,86m)

Personals

Personality:

- Calm facade;
Reaver usually looks rather calm and collected from the outside, though that facade is easily cracked or broken.

- Impatient and easily angered;
Once his facade is broken it often doesn't take too long until he becomes angry. In that case he starts yelling and cussing a lot.

- Violent and sadistic tendencies;
To keep it short; Once Reaver gets riled up in things, he's not far from making violence his mother language.
The only thing which personally concerns him in a way with such is, that he enjoys it once his anger's "victims" are beat up and he's got to release some steam. Needless to say that he's not afraid of seeing blood, in fact, he's rather pleased when he made someone bleed, more steam for him to work off. Still not the best way tho.

- Sarcastic and somewhat macabre humor;
When Reaver, for once, isn't angry or riled up towards someone he's more likely to respond with a rather snarky attitude and is not afraid to remark if something is bothering him, usually he barely cares how it comes over. He's incredibly honest and is not going to hesitate to straight up speak his mind.

Reaver also calls an all too often macabre, dry and in some cases inappropiate sense of humor his own.

- Insecure;
Inwardly, this dog is incredibly insecure and even somewhat scared of himself and his boiling anger.
Reaver doesn't know what to do with himself and is in need of someone who guides him and to lay some reason and sense into the things he does. If you should happen to do so, he is more likely to immidiately like you and show a less aggressive side.

- Loyal and loving;
Once someone got close enough to Reaver he will bring up a behavior which you could call his ''best side''.
He'll become as loyal and loving as a stupid dog, but also very possessive and overprotective.
If this is good or bad depends on how you think. You could basically tell that boy to go and kill someone as long as you give him at least a half assed reason.

But before you even get anywhere close to that you need to come up with a lot of patience and nerves since it is defenitely not an easy task to crack the shell.



History:
Reaver was originally bred back in Sinnoh by his beloved trainer's parents and was then given to them. His trainer, Evanna, was a really loving person and cared deeply for the houndour. Together they'd travel around the region and trained a lot together since they were aiming to beat the gyms. Eventually, at some point the dog evolved into a houndoom, which was the point where their training got even more intense, but he couldn't care less about that because Evanna was a sweetheart to him.
However, things should've taken a turn; some time after they've got to beat a good amount of gyms one of the trainer's friend's asked if they could borrow the houndoom so they could show off by someone they happened to find appealing.
Reaculantly the houndoom's owner traded him over for the time being, but as things should've come he's been stolen by said appealing person.
Reaver's life just went more and more down the hill after that, Percy, so the thief's name, soon traveled back to his home region, Kalos.
And from that on the dog just had to go through even more forceful and abusive training, fighting a lot of battles and often forcing himself to winning them.
Ironically, most of his scars came from Percy, which all too often beat on the him whenever he showed a somewhat disobeying side out of hatred on their travel. After a while, however, he started to zone out the pain, which might as well not be the most practical thing since with his lack of sp. and physical defense he couldn't exactly tell anymore how much he can take before blacking out.

Percy was very eager to use Reaver by the elite four and therefore wanted the houndoom to have diverse strong moves, hence, he used up a lot of money to buy a few TM's for such. After trying around he sticked with Sludge Bomb and Frustration, first a poison typed move, since you never know when you'll run across a type which is weak against it, and Frustration because Percy was very well aware of how much Reaver hated him.

Time passed by and Percy's behavior towards Reaver didn't change too much, if not, it just became worse. That was until a certain point was reached, by one of the regular beating sessions Reaver had enough and blasted a massive amount of fire into the abusive trainer's direction and without loosing another thought he made it for a run.

Great, wasn't it? Now the houndoom wasn't only alone by himself in a new region which he didn't know, but also he probably just ran on the possibility of having killed a human. But he also couldn't care less anymore; Percy had it coming. And Reaver defenitely wouldn't shed a tear about it. Why should he anyway?
Nonetheless, he didn't want to stay at the same spot and started to travel different routes and enviroments, always keeping a large distance from possible trainers and sulking about his former beloved trainer.
Needless to say that, thanks to the last years of abuse, he became quite angry and somewhat aggressive towards most people.
If it was him just being extremely wary and untrusting or just simply the stored up grudge which he obtained while traveling with Percy, Reaver found himself to often get violent when a trainer dared to approach him.
One thing was clear for him, if it wasn't Evanna, he would never consider to get a human taking advantage of him again.


Reaver probably came across a large city within the next year, to be accurate after his 20th birthday. Curiously he eventually sneaked into the city, but soon having to find out that the humans there were not too fond of stray houndooms. But he also wouldn't let them scare him off, after all, he just got there, didn't he?
Therefore he kept himself back in the shadowy places, always staying out of sight of most people, and after time passed he found himself feeling quite safe on top of the roofs of the city. He enjoyed the time he was able to spend alone up there.

The dog was taken by surprise when one day he spotted how some kind of device fell down from a bird pokemon flying past the city. In his curiousity he went and checked out the device. It turned out that it was one of the dittechs of which he heard from other pokemon down in the city.
The dittech didn't look all too damaged and therefore he examined it closer and played around a little with it. Obviously it didn't take too long until Reaver found himself to be human. Fascinated by what the device did with him a whole load of new thoughts came to him. It was very exciting! Now he had a lot of opportunities, learning new things or just generally getting used to his new optional body. In all of his excitement and stumbeling back to his own build hideout he didn't even really realise that the slightly damaged dittech didn't hide his tail, but he'd probably just say that it was decoration or something like that.

Only a few days later, after properly getting used to his new looks and walking on two legs, Reaver looked if he could find a decent way to earn some money.
He started out as a delivery boy, but as time went on he became more and more fond of his human looks and tried out various new things, such as dancing, acrobatic based things and it didn't take the houndoom long to succeed in those things. Hence, it didn`t take him long to start to spice up his job a little for himself, he started to take shortcuts over the roofs and the like to deliver the orders which humans and pokehumans made, and it defenitely made it a lot less of a pain for him to earn money on that way. He's been doing that for a couple of years now and all of this ''exercise'' is starting to pay out for not only his speed and attack stat but also to keep his human form generally well trained.
Right now he's aiming to get his own appartment since he already got into a bit of trouble with his little hide out on the roofs.

Relationships:

n/a



Extra:

- AFRAID OF STRAWBERRIES, his former trainer used to love them and always ate them with him when he was younger, it's quite bittersweet for him because on the one hand he loves them but then again he loathes them

- doesn't care to censor himself while talking so don't listen kiddos

- really good dancer wowie

- v fond of flying types

- can't tell when he had enough and might get knocked out

- insomniac and he'll most likely run until he crashes, which could basically be anywhere

- if he doesn't find the words in his anger violence is his language

- dON'T TOUCH HIS TAIL it's a bit of a bad turn on for him and makes him v uncomfortable if he isn't attracted to you

- dispite having a rather abusive past he LOVES physical affection such as hugs, kisses even close combat is pretty enjoyable for him

- kisses are his favorite though and he doesn't need any strings attached for those, so don't get your panties in a twist if he might try to snatch a kiss from your character

- only requirement is that he's somewhat friendly towards you

- ironically, even with his constant scowling and angry being he finds himself often physically attracted to some people

- coffee keeps him alive

- basically taught himself to do almost anything while wearing heels, however, he mostly switches to a more suiting outfit when he's at work or thinks about running around on the rooftops to avoid broken ankles or other serious damages (will probably draw that alternate outfit out later)

User Info

Time Zone: CET

Chat Availability: I usually tend to stay away from group chats because I'm a tad too angsty for it but if it's mandatory I suppose I can search out times, just let me know it.

Roleplay Mediums: I'm okay with skype and note rps, though I tend to prefer skype since I happen to forget about notes, heh. Script rps in skype but para is also fine, I keep para rps mostly for notes. uou 

Role-Play Example: (taken from Minka's app)
((Script))
Minka: //she was about to serve someone's order in the cafe when she heard someone yell at one of her colleagues// Ah, geez.. //sighing, she served the order and went to check what was going on that someone had to yell around// 

((para))
Minka was almost done with her shift in the cafe that day; She was about to serve the tea which one of their guest's ordered. With a content expression on her face she walked over to the table, though her body tensed up by a loud and fairly angry voice which made her stop in her tracks. Huffing she turned her head to see a person yell at one of her colleagues for some reason. Nonetheless, she went and quickly served the order, and then went to check up on the two of them, there must've better been a good reason for someone to just yell around in the cafe.