Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 0:56:06 GMT
Névenoé "caïn" toussaint
Dea Matrona, a quaint place lost within the skirts of a jungle at the base of the Grandes Montagnes – otherwise known as Route Victoire (Victory Road). She is home to many fairy-type Pokémon as well as their human inhabitants; she protects them with her plush flora whilst gracing them with the sky’s astral essence. Even a mature river weaves in and out of their humble and overgrown home to keep them hydrated and replenished.
It was this place that Caïn – born as Névenoé Toussaint (pronounced: Nay-ven-oh-ay) – called home.
He was born and raised in this village whilst knowing well of the vast world and those which graced her lands and seas and skies. As son of a chronicler, Éven (Ay-ven, as he was often called) had been taught of his nation’s history before the sounds around him became coherent. After all, it was his duty to take up his mother’s reed pen and record the present that would become history in just a breath’s notice. In the meantime, his relationship with Pokémon festered (including the Eevee he had obtained after attempting to steal him).
Unfortunately, the government had other plans for him as it waged a war against its own people. It began in cities first: the pillaging and thievery. Men, women, and their children lost their inhuman companions. Many had lost their homes, and all had lost their liberties. Eventually, this infection spread across the entire region until his village would become next. But by this time – after years of wounding itself, this region had been invaded by another. Foreign soldiers stomped on their shores, blew the Champion’s league of thieves away, and hostilely gained control! However, their victory would not be so easy. Névenoé’s region commenced with a drafting of talented or skilled trainers. Those whom had lost their original companions were given new ones. Those who managed to hang on to their friends were able to keep them. To his mother’s surprise, Névenoé was recruited – she had no idea he was a battler. But they did. He was in the system of a training club.
Upon being recruited, Névenoé was stripped of his identity. “You are no longer Névenoé Toussaint,” his commanding officer gruffly stated. “You are hereby known as CAÏN. Do you understand that, CAÏN?!” The youth bobbed his head with an added ‘sir, yes, sir!’ And then he was given his third Pokémon, his tank – Granbull. From there on out, he was not only trained in Pokémon battling, but he was trained in hand-to-hand combat, swordplay, surviving, and so on. As men lost their lives on a daily basis, Caïn was honed to replace but a number of casualties. When he was ready, he met a girl who would be his partner in justified crime. She went by Canaan.
Together, they had done treacherous things. They laced places with bombs, slew those they were commanded to slay, stole things of interest, and much more. Power was a bittersweet taste that Canaan had grown fond of. It filled the void of being desensitised.
Alas, it wasn’t long until their opposing force laid this region’s military to sleep. Some say they were saved. All cheered and cried with hope. Nevertheless, the people of this region began to notice changes – changes of suppression, of cultural differences. Then one began to wonder: was this really salvation? Or had they been conquered? The question was answered when the region’s name had been changed. They were no longer their own, but rather another part of their much larger opponent.
And then entered Abel…
For his excellent service in the past, Caïn was recognised by his new government. Because of social difference between natives and “immigrants,” he was seen as an unofficial soldier. And like before, he would fulfil the dirty tasks of his uppers so that they wouldn’t have to dirty their nails. And that was how he met Abel, his Abel, who would become his ‘comrade in life.’ Their tales together cannot be summed up concisely. But for their actions – how they handled their tasks, so to speak – was seen as inappropriate, vile, and savage! To escape their punishments, these fugitives boarded a ship and sailed to their next destination - wherever that may be.
Interesting factoid: Abel was the one to injure Caïn's eye.
This path guided them to Phoenix where they now familiarise themselves with their new surroundings. Unfortunately, upon their landing on new grounds, CaÏn's stowaway pokÉmon went noticed. The border control took them away (not without a fight), but he was assured that they would be in... "good hands," whatever that meant. If only to claim his closest companions without further harm, CaÏn eventually surrendered... Perhaps they would be happier - away from all the fighting.
(Note: I got lazy with the history. It will probably be flourished later through RP.)
26
Male
Unknown (sexuality)
specialised trainer
unaffiliated (atm)
Fairy-type
who's behind you
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Flabébé Charming Flower Veil Camouflage |  |
diggin' deeper and deeper
War. It does collateral damage to more than just the physical sense of one’s being and his environment. It scars the mind, prevents it from functioning and thinking as it once had. When Caïn was Névenoé, he was a passionate dreamer, a persistent romantic, a patient and stable man. Whilst the core of one’s persona cannot be effaced so effortlessly, many of the attributes that made him who he was had been overwritten by virulence and cunning, by instincts and the need to survive. As damaged goods from the Lost Generation, he’s become rather intermittent, though reliable as he always honours his vows but rarely ever does them in orthodox fashion.
With no one to trust (from fear of humans and their malice, or by paranoia from what he has endured), Caïn is emotionally guarded, using his passive and aloof demeanour as a form of a defence mechanism. No more pain, no more injuries. Though subconsciously, this one hides behind his natural virility. Sometimes his old self resurface through his creative and inventive ingeniousness, and even his resourcefulness. If there’s something to be had, he’s the one to find it – even if it’s merely through improvising.
In terms of Pokémon, Caïn has always had a soft spot for them – a natural and easy bond. Alas, with his perspective distorted, he often results using them in battle to solve disputes.
With no one to trust (from fear of humans and their malice, or by paranoia from what he has endured), Caïn is emotionally guarded, using his passive and aloof demeanour as a form of a defence mechanism. No more pain, no more injuries. Though subconsciously, this one hides behind his natural virility. Sometimes his old self resurface through his creative and inventive ingeniousness, and even his resourcefulness. If there’s something to be had, he’s the one to find it – even if it’s merely through improvising.
In terms of Pokémon, Caïn has always had a soft spot for them – a natural and easy bond. Alas, with his perspective distorted, he often results using them in battle to solve disputes.
a little background check
So you want to know my story? As Caïn and Abel sat before a cackling fire in the midst of dense shrubbery, Caïn poked at glowing embers – their charred smoke searing squinting eyes. And why should I tell you anything? When this is all over, we’ll part ways – never to see each other again.
However, Abel argued otherwise, ‘on the contrary! Comrades are for life…’ Eventually, with much back-and-forth bantering, the eldest of the two continued:
However, Abel argued otherwise, ‘on the contrary! Comrades are for life…’ Eventually, with much back-and-forth bantering, the eldest of the two continued:
Dea Matrona
Dea Matrona, a quaint place lost within the skirts of a jungle at the base of the Grandes Montagnes – otherwise known as Route Victoire (Victory Road). She is home to many fairy-type Pokémon as well as their human inhabitants; she protects them with her plush flora whilst gracing them with the sky’s astral essence. Even a mature river weaves in and out of their humble and overgrown home to keep them hydrated and replenished.
It was this place that Caïn – born as Névenoé Toussaint (pronounced: Nay-ven-oh-ay) – called home.
He was born and raised in this village whilst knowing well of the vast world and those which graced her lands and seas and skies. As son of a chronicler, Éven (Ay-ven, as he was often called) had been taught of his nation’s history before the sounds around him became coherent. After all, it was his duty to take up his mother’s reed pen and record the present that would become history in just a breath’s notice. In the meantime, his relationship with Pokémon festered (including the Eevee he had obtained after attempting to steal him).
The drafting
Unfortunately, the government had other plans for him as it waged a war against its own people. It began in cities first: the pillaging and thievery. Men, women, and their children lost their inhuman companions. Many had lost their homes, and all had lost their liberties. Eventually, this infection spread across the entire region until his village would become next. But by this time – after years of wounding itself, this region had been invaded by another. Foreign soldiers stomped on their shores, blew the Champion’s league of thieves away, and hostilely gained control! However, their victory would not be so easy. Névenoé’s region commenced with a drafting of talented or skilled trainers. Those whom had lost their original companions were given new ones. Those who managed to hang on to their friends were able to keep them. To his mother’s surprise, Névenoé was recruited – she had no idea he was a battler. But they did. He was in the system of a training club.
Upon being recruited, Névenoé was stripped of his identity. “You are no longer Névenoé Toussaint,” his commanding officer gruffly stated. “You are hereby known as CAÏN. Do you understand that, CAÏN?!” The youth bobbed his head with an added ‘sir, yes, sir!’ And then he was given his third Pokémon, his tank – Granbull. From there on out, he was not only trained in Pokémon battling, but he was trained in hand-to-hand combat, swordplay, surviving, and so on. As men lost their lives on a daily basis, Caïn was honed to replace but a number of casualties. When he was ready, he met a girl who would be his partner in justified crime. She went by Canaan.
Saved or Conquered?
Together, they had done treacherous things. They laced places with bombs, slew those they were commanded to slay, stole things of interest, and much more. Power was a bittersweet taste that Canaan had grown fond of. It filled the void of being desensitised.
Alas, it wasn’t long until their opposing force laid this region’s military to sleep. Some say they were saved. All cheered and cried with hope. Nevertheless, the people of this region began to notice changes – changes of suppression, of cultural differences. Then one began to wonder: was this really salvation? Or had they been conquered? The question was answered when the region’s name had been changed. They were no longer their own, but rather another part of their much larger opponent.
Abel...
And then entered Abel…
For his excellent service in the past, Caïn was recognised by his new government. Because of social difference between natives and “immigrants,” he was seen as an unofficial soldier. And like before, he would fulfil the dirty tasks of his uppers so that they wouldn’t have to dirty their nails. And that was how he met Abel, his Abel, who would become his ‘comrade in life.’ Their tales together cannot be summed up concisely. But for their actions – how they handled their tasks, so to speak – was seen as inappropriate, vile, and savage! To escape their punishments, these fugitives boarded a ship and sailed to their next destination - wherever that may be.
Interesting factoid: Abel was the one to injure Caïn's eye.
To Phoenix
This path guided them to Phoenix where they now familiarise themselves with their new surroundings. Unfortunately, upon their landing on new grounds, CaÏn's stowaway pokÉmon went noticed. The border control took them away (not without a fight), but he was assured that they would be in... "good hands," whatever that meant. If only to claim his closest companions without further harm, CaÏn eventually surrendered... Perhaps they would be happier - away from all the fighting.
(Note: I got lazy with the history. It will probably be flourished later through RP.)
There you have it: the skeleton of my story.
behind the glass mask
August the monkey
⤷sengoku basara ⤷DATE MASAMUNE ⤷Toussaint, Névenoé "Caïn"
