Post by Aniki Greyson on May 26, 2015 0:58:33 GMT -5
ANIKI GREYSON
BASICS
[attr="class","cafappscrb"]Name: Aniki Keahi Greyson
Alias: Niki, Panda, Squinty, Ani, Hadrian Evans, countless other false identities
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Orientation: Demisexual
City: Wizen City, Nue
Class: Interpol
Occupation: Interpol agent
Rank: Agent, part-time understudy
Alias: Niki, Panda, Squinty, Ani, Hadrian Evans, countless other false identities
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Orientation: Demisexual
City: Wizen City, Nue
Class: Interpol
Occupation: Interpol agent
Rank: Agent, part-time understudy
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[attr="class","cafappscra"]Ordinary. Unmemorable. Those are the things Aniki shoots for when he's got his own face on. Messy brown hair that sometimes sticks up at the sides? Sure, whatever; who's to blame someone for bedhead? Truthfully, it's his eyes that Aniki worries about the most. They're blue, so blue that they practically glow, and no matter how he looks at them, they're unnatural. The sclera aren't white, little circular symbols in them seem to whirl and spin with lives of their own. To hide them, he keeps his eyes cracked open at a squint or wears tinted goggles. Add that to his not-tall-but-not-short height of 174cm, lean 58kg physique, baggy sweatshirts and t-shirts and jeans and sneakers, and he's just your average teenager.
But only when he has his own face on.
More often than not, Aniki finds himself wearing someone else's face, a mix of latex and powders and sclera contacts. He dons a wig and newly bought clothes, and speaks in voice unlike his own. Sometimes he's a woman—curves in all the right places (don't ask him how) and a flirtatious smile. Other times he's something shyer—over-sized sweaters and wide, doe eyes. Tight jeans and leather jackets. Button-downs and slacks. It all depends on what he can get his hands on and run with, and what sort of person he needs to be to get through a sticky situation as quickly and as cleanly as possible.
Some things never change though, no matter who he is.
He can't change the light calluses on his hands or the scars lining his body, can only hide them with gloves or a little make-up, respectively, and hope that no one's perceptive enough to see them. Most of the time, people don't. But sometimes, someone more observant will come along and spot the differences, given the chance, or someone gets close enough to find the concealer smeared over his skin. He can't mask the scent of bittersweet cocoa he's told he has lest he invests in perfumes or colognes. He can't help having to shave his legs in case he has to dress as a woman. And his skin tends to stay pale even after a long day under the sun. They're little things, but they're the things that make Aniki himself the most.
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More often than not, Aniki finds himself wearing someone else's face, a mix of latex and powders and sclera contacts. He dons a wig and newly bought clothes, and speaks in voice unlike his own. Sometimes he's a woman—curves in all the right places (don't ask him how) and a flirtatious smile. Other times he's something shyer—over-sized sweaters and wide, doe eyes. Tight jeans and leather jackets. Button-downs and slacks. It all depends on what he can get his hands on and run with, and what sort of person he needs to be to get through a sticky situation as quickly and as cleanly as possible.
Some things never change though, no matter who he is.
He can't change the light calluses on his hands or the scars lining his body, can only hide them with gloves or a little make-up, respectively, and hope that no one's perceptive enough to see them. Most of the time, people don't. But sometimes, someone more observant will come along and spot the differences, given the chance, or someone gets close enough to find the concealer smeared over his skin. He can't mask the scent of bittersweet cocoa he's told he has lest he invests in perfumes or colognes. He can't help having to shave his legs in case he has to dress as a woman. And his skin tends to stay pale even after a long day under the sun. They're little things, but they're the things that make Aniki himself the most.
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Ambitions: Everyone has hopes and dreams, so why don’t you list some here. Is your character gunning for a showdown with the champion of the Elite 4? Or are you hoping to one day have a home full of trophies and ribbons? Maybe you want to one day breed yourself a shiny pokemon, or an entire team of them. The sky is the limit.
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Ambitions: Everyone has hopes and dreams, so why don’t you list some here. Is your character gunning for a showdown with the champion of the Elite 4? Or are you hoping to one day have a home full of trophies and ribbons? Maybe you want to one day breed yourself a shiny pokemon, or an entire team of them. The sky is the limit.
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[attr="class","cafappscra"]"If you wish it, we can say goodbye to this world."
"You mean magic really exists there?"
"Promise."
"Rye, are you sure this is the right way...?"
It started off as a wish. A wish for Mom to get better, for Dad to stop sighing, a wish for everything to go back to the way it was before. At six, even Aniki could understand what was happening when his mother, despite her reassurances, stopped being able to get out of bed. Eventually, even with his father's best efforts, she didn't have the energy to smile anymore.
As his father spent more and more time tending to his mother, Aniki roamed the streets of Slateport. Sometimes he'd visit the museum, whose receptionist stopped charging him for entering. Other times he'd get a bottle of soda pop and look around at the market, eyeing the dolls they had on display there and wondering if he could ever save up enough money to get one for his mother. Still others he visited the lighthouse or ran around on the beach looking for seashells.
And then, one day, there were rumors of a magic man at the lighthouse, a magic man who could work magic at the cost of ten sand dollars. It wasn't long before the magician became the talk of the town. Rye, they said his name was. He could make things appear from thin air and banish them just as quickly. He could move Pokemon into different Poke Balls when it was supposed to be impossible. The more people talked, the more extravagant Rye's feats grew to become. People claimed he could change the weather, or summon a legend. They claimed he could grant wishes and call down shooting stars.
Aniki, young as he was, believed them. Here was the way to make his family happy again! Disregarding his father's orders to stay away from the lighthouse, the child went to beg a wish from the magic man. "Please make my mother better," he begged, and to his joy, the magic man agreed. But when Aniki described his mother's symptoms to Rye, the magician only frowned and rubbed his chin.
"There's not enough magic in this world to cure her," he told the child, "so we have to go to another one. One filled with magic that we can collect and bring back. Normally, the journey is too much for a single person. But if you come with me, we can open a hole from the world of magic to this one, and collect enough magic." Promising to cure Aniki's mother, he swore the child to secrecy ("If everyone knew about the other world, the balance between our worlds would collapse and end in destruction.") and told the child to meet him at the beach at midnight. Aniki obediently did what he was told. And so, he was taken away from the town by the sea and into the world of magic.
Just kidding, because magic didn't exist.
Aniki wouldn't know that yet though. As far as he was concerned, he really was taken to a world of magic. It wasn't quite how he imagined it, all dark and prison-like, but Rye had said not to worry, it was part of the entry process, and promised that Aniki would quickly be done with it and join him on the other side. Though nervous at first, Aniki found that things weren't so bad—there were lots of other children there with him, so he had lots of people to play with. Some of the children came and went, and when they left, they didn't come back, but Aniki assumed that just meant they were granted entry to the world of magic, and hoped his turn would come soon.
Aniki's turn came almost too quickly. He was dragged into a little room and told to lie on a table. It was part of a medical examination, he was told, to ensure he wasn't bringing any new diseases into their world. It kind of made sense, and Aniki really didn't care; as long as he could see Rye sooner and get to collecting magic, he would do anything. The child hadn't realized that "anything" really meant anything.
In the span of four years, the brunet learned a few things: that magic wasn't real, and that Rye had lied. That he had paid an entry fee to nowhere, and that he had lost his real eyes. That there was little chance he would return to Slateport again, and that his mother had surely died. That if he didn't get away from wherever he was quick, his eyes probably wouldn't be the only thing he would lose.
For four long years, Aniki lived in total darkness, the loss of his corneas (probably sold on the black market) rendering him sightless. By some miracle, he was given a set of eyes that could see again, part of an experiment to test some extremely new technology or something like that; Aniki wasn't given the details, he was just the rat. After doing his best to fake his experiment's failure, he managed to escape—a few years in captivity and some disillusionment wasn't going to dull his sense of survival.
Upon breaking free, Aniki joined a traveling theatre troupe. There were only so many places that would accept him and his strange new eyes, after all, and the bunch of open-minded travelers didn't really seem to mind him and his ghosts. His life there was a much happier one; he was taught how the ways of the stage and how to hide his unnatural eyes and the past he had buried within them. The stage and its troupe became his new family, and for all the misfortune Aniki had contracted, it seemed his life had finally took a turn for the better.
It would be many years before the troupe would be disbanded. There were good times, and there were bad times, but it always turned out okay in the end, and for that near decade of almost constant warmth and family, Aniki would always be grateful. With that chapter of his life closed, there wasn't much that could keep Aniki entertained. Joining Interpol seemed like an interesting prospect, so he thought, why not, and applied.
[/PTab]"You mean magic really exists there?"
"Promise."
"Rye, are you sure this is the right way...?"
It started off as a wish. A wish for Mom to get better, for Dad to stop sighing, a wish for everything to go back to the way it was before. At six, even Aniki could understand what was happening when his mother, despite her reassurances, stopped being able to get out of bed. Eventually, even with his father's best efforts, she didn't have the energy to smile anymore.
As his father spent more and more time tending to his mother, Aniki roamed the streets of Slateport. Sometimes he'd visit the museum, whose receptionist stopped charging him for entering. Other times he'd get a bottle of soda pop and look around at the market, eyeing the dolls they had on display there and wondering if he could ever save up enough money to get one for his mother. Still others he visited the lighthouse or ran around on the beach looking for seashells.
And then, one day, there were rumors of a magic man at the lighthouse, a magic man who could work magic at the cost of ten sand dollars. It wasn't long before the magician became the talk of the town. Rye, they said his name was. He could make things appear from thin air and banish them just as quickly. He could move Pokemon into different Poke Balls when it was supposed to be impossible. The more people talked, the more extravagant Rye's feats grew to become. People claimed he could change the weather, or summon a legend. They claimed he could grant wishes and call down shooting stars.
Aniki, young as he was, believed them. Here was the way to make his family happy again! Disregarding his father's orders to stay away from the lighthouse, the child went to beg a wish from the magic man. "Please make my mother better," he begged, and to his joy, the magic man agreed. But when Aniki described his mother's symptoms to Rye, the magician only frowned and rubbed his chin.
"There's not enough magic in this world to cure her," he told the child, "so we have to go to another one. One filled with magic that we can collect and bring back. Normally, the journey is too much for a single person. But if you come with me, we can open a hole from the world of magic to this one, and collect enough magic." Promising to cure Aniki's mother, he swore the child to secrecy ("If everyone knew about the other world, the balance between our worlds would collapse and end in destruction.") and told the child to meet him at the beach at midnight. Aniki obediently did what he was told. And so, he was taken away from the town by the sea and into the world of magic.
Just kidding, because magic didn't exist.
Aniki wouldn't know that yet though. As far as he was concerned, he really was taken to a world of magic. It wasn't quite how he imagined it, all dark and prison-like, but Rye had said not to worry, it was part of the entry process, and promised that Aniki would quickly be done with it and join him on the other side. Though nervous at first, Aniki found that things weren't so bad—there were lots of other children there with him, so he had lots of people to play with. Some of the children came and went, and when they left, they didn't come back, but Aniki assumed that just meant they were granted entry to the world of magic, and hoped his turn would come soon.
Aniki's turn came almost too quickly. He was dragged into a little room and told to lie on a table. It was part of a medical examination, he was told, to ensure he wasn't bringing any new diseases into their world. It kind of made sense, and Aniki really didn't care; as long as he could see Rye sooner and get to collecting magic, he would do anything. The child hadn't realized that "anything" really meant anything.
In the span of four years, the brunet learned a few things: that magic wasn't real, and that Rye had lied. That he had paid an entry fee to nowhere, and that he had lost his real eyes. That there was little chance he would return to Slateport again, and that his mother had surely died. That if he didn't get away from wherever he was quick, his eyes probably wouldn't be the only thing he would lose.
For four long years, Aniki lived in total darkness, the loss of his corneas (probably sold on the black market) rendering him sightless. By some miracle, he was given a set of eyes that could see again, part of an experiment to test some extremely new technology or something like that; Aniki wasn't given the details, he was just the rat. After doing his best to fake his experiment's failure, he managed to escape—a few years in captivity and some disillusionment wasn't going to dull his sense of survival.
Upon breaking free, Aniki joined a traveling theatre troupe. There were only so many places that would accept him and his strange new eyes, after all, and the bunch of open-minded travelers didn't really seem to mind him and his ghosts. His life there was a much happier one; he was taught how the ways of the stage and how to hide his unnatural eyes and the past he had buried within them. The stage and its troupe became his new family, and for all the misfortune Aniki had contracted, it seemed his life had finally took a turn for the better.
It would be many years before the troupe would be disbanded. There were good times, and there were bad times, but it always turned out okay in the end, and for that near decade of almost constant warmth and family, Aniki would always be grateful. With that chapter of his life closed, there wasn't much that could keep Aniki entertained. Joining Interpol seemed like an interesting prospect, so he thought, why not, and applied.
[PTab=POKEMON]
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SPECIES: Sandshrew
ALIAS: Scout
GENDER: Female
ABILITY: Sand Veil
MOVE SET: swift | dig | defense curl | slash
SPECIES: Togepi
ALIAS: Rem
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Serene Grace
MOVE SET: charm | metronome | safeguard | ancient power
SPECIES: Growlithe
ALIAS: Wendy
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Intimidate
MOVE SET: bite | agility | flamethrower | odor sleuth
[/PTab]SPECIES: Sandshrew
ALIAS: Scout
GENDER: Female
ABILITY: Sand Veil
MOVE SET: swift | dig | defense curl | slash
SPECIES: Togepi
ALIAS: Rem
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Serene Grace
MOVE SET: charm | metronome | safeguard | ancient power
SPECIES: Growlithe
ALIAS: Wendy
GENDER: Male
ABILITY: Intimidate
MOVE SET: bite | agility | flamethrower | odor sleuth
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[/PTab]- Has a talent for mimicking voices, something that was built to perfection during his time acting in the troupe.
- Sucks at cooking anything that isn't pancakes or cereal. Prefers takeout.
- Though Aniki can and has taken on many different identities during his lifetime, it should be noted that he favors one Hadrian Evans. Hadrian is male and has spiky light brown hair and blue eyes. His name was picked from a random book Aniki read, and he liked the name and appearance enough that it stuck with him.
- Gets seasick really easily. Other motion sicknesses don't seem to affect him as much.
- Hands are ambidextrous. Practices pen twirling to keep them nimble.
- Can perform a few magic tricks, though he's not usually prepared to do so.
- Aniki's eyes may look a little special, but they really don't do anything besides let him see. However, his eyesight isn't the greatest when he's squinting, which is most of the time. While it's not on the level of myopia, squinting narrows his field of vision and makes it harder for light to reach his eyes. While this normally doesn't affect him much, fully opening his eyes naturally increases his observational capabilities as he has a larger field of vision. Without his eyelids obstructing his view, his eyes also have an easier time focusing light.
- He currently lives with his unofficially adopted older sister, Kalila Leonhardt, in a small studio apartment out in Wizen City. Their relationship is purely platonic.
[PTab=RP SAMPLE]
[attr="class","cafappscra"]Aniki's day began at four in the morning when his sister dove under his covers to wrap herself around him. It was all part of the daily morning ritual—he'd roll over and go back to sleep and then drag himself out of bed a few hours later to make them both pancakes and coffee. Aniki would eat, grab the lunch Kalila had made the night before, and head to work while his sister-in-all-but-blood would spend the rest of the day in peace doing whatever it was life had in store for her. Probably sleep, seeing as she worked throughout the night, but he honestly wouldn't know.
It was a rather odd arrangement, but neither of them really minded. For them, it was just a sibling thing, a habit that had followed them from their days with the theatre troupe to their lives as they were now. Besides, their studio apartment had only one bed, and they were comfortable enough with each other to share the bed for a few hours most mornings to let the Pokemon small enough to fit into the room take the couch.
Bending down, Aniki finished tying his shoelaces and stood, Wendy joining him at the door in a flurry of tiger stripes and excitement. Chuckling, the teen held open the door for his dog, calling a soft "I'm leaving!" before following the Pokemon out. He caught a sleepy "Have a good day!" in response before the door clicked shut, and then Aniki was on his way to headquarters, Wendy bounding at his heels. It seemed that today would be okay.
[/PTab]It was a rather odd arrangement, but neither of them really minded. For them, it was just a sibling thing, a habit that had followed them from their days with the theatre troupe to their lives as they were now. Besides, their studio apartment had only one bed, and they were comfortable enough with each other to share the bed for a few hours most mornings to let the Pokemon small enough to fit into the room take the couch.
Bending down, Aniki finished tying his shoelaces and stood, Wendy joining him at the door in a flurry of tiger stripes and excitement. Chuckling, the teen held open the door for his dog, calling a soft "I'm leaving!" before following the Pokemon out. He caught a sleepy "Have a good day!" in response before the door clicked shut, and then Aniki was on his way to headquarters, Wendy bounding at his heels. It seemed that today would be okay.
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DIRECTORY & OOC INFO
Directory Info: [h1]FERNWEH[/h1][ul][li][a href="http://pokemonepoch.proboards.com/thread/7245/aniki-greyson"]Aniki Greyson[/a] PLAYED BY [u]Leonardo Watch[/u], [i]Blood Blockade Battlefront[/i]
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Continuity: Original
Other Characters: N/A
NEWBIE NOOK
Nook: DREAMWEAVER PACK
- Includes: 1 Trance Incense + 1 Shiny Spritz + 1 Destiny Knot
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Continuity: Original
Other Characters: N/A
NEWBIE NOOK
Nook: DREAMWEAVER PACK
- Includes: 1 Trance Incense + 1 Shiny Spritz + 1 Destiny Knot
CODED BY SYLVIE
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