Post by Monogatari on Sept 5, 2014 1:29:02 GMT
alasdair macwilliam
name: #053gm3 // alasdair macwilliam
species: persian
gender: male
type: normal
ability: limber
egg move: hypnosis
description: the ruby red gem, a signature mark of a persian, can be found on his forehead, covered by his hair. his teeth are structured much like that of his feline side, and his nails can quickly become claws at a moment's notice if he ever needs them. his vocal cords are structured oddly, fusing together that of a human's and a persian's. while he has his speech pattern under control, sometimes the persian's vocalizations will slip into his words, especially when his emotions become unstable. his hair functions much like that of a persian's whiskers, allowing him to determine the Pokemon and people around him. due to his hair's sensitivity, though, stroking his hair is enough to calm him down and even lull him into sleep.
name: louis
species: meowstic
gender: male
type: psychic
ability: infiltrator
egg move: trick
description: a margay meowstic found on the streets of some city in the phoenix region, louis is a constant companion of alasdair's. he rarely leaves the man's side unless told to do so. quiet by nature, he chooses to listen and observe than to join in on the conversation. when he does talk, he can become rather long-winded unless he just really does not want to talk to you. if he's in the presence of someone he admires, he will put on the fancy feline act, even if he isn't the best at flirting.
twenty-three
male
demisexual
hunter/pup
infernus hounds
persian gijinka
who's behind you
name: #053gm3 // alasdair macwilliam
species: persian
gender: male
type: normal
ability: limber
egg move: hypnosis
description: the ruby red gem, a signature mark of a persian, can be found on his forehead, covered by his hair. his teeth are structured much like that of his feline side, and his nails can quickly become claws at a moment's notice if he ever needs them. his vocal cords are structured oddly, fusing together that of a human's and a persian's. while he has his speech pattern under control, sometimes the persian's vocalizations will slip into his words, especially when his emotions become unstable. his hair functions much like that of a persian's whiskers, allowing him to determine the Pokemon and people around him. due to his hair's sensitivity, though, stroking his hair is enough to calm him down and even lull him into sleep.
name: louis
species: meowstic
gender: male
type: psychic
ability: infiltrator
egg move: trick
description: a margay meowstic found on the streets of some city in the phoenix region, louis is a constant companion of alasdair's. he rarely leaves the man's side unless told to do so. quiet by nature, he chooses to listen and observe than to join in on the conversation. when he does talk, he can become rather long-winded unless he just really does not want to talk to you. if he's in the presence of someone he admires, he will put on the fancy feline act, even if he isn't the best at flirting.
diggin' deeper and deeper
alasdair is an odd mixture of emotions. on the surface, he can easily pull the cold and solitary feline act. give a glare here, give a huff there, knock a few things off the shelf, and you're good! upon first meeting him, he won't say too much. he keeps quiet, only speaking when directly asked a question. if he has some sort of input, he will keep it to himself rather than giving it. this is probably because the scientists back at the facility would beat him every time he spoke without being asked a question, giving him some sort of fear deep down that he will be struck again if he speaks without permission. as he grows more comfortable in the presence of whoever he is with, that fear slowly starts to go away. you just won't hear him become a chatty cathy unless you give him some cat nip. otherwise, he keeps to himself. he chooses to stick to the shadows, watching from afar rather than getting into any conflict. he only intervenes when he deems necessary or when he is ordered to do so.
while he may act solitary and independent, alasdair is actually quite clingy and dependent on the attention of others. he can suppress this urge for attention during most days, which is probably why he tries to stay away from people to the best of his ability in the first place. after all, if you can keep yourself from growing close to anyone and forming bonds, the less likely you are to have those bonds and your heart broken in the process. he claims to be used to abandonment and betrayal, though, boasting that being sold off by his parents and abandoned by lady macwilliam made him stronger when, in truth, the wound cut deeper than it appeared. he has abandonment issues, and he tries to solve this by only getting close to those he knows will never leave him. though, he makes mistakes sometimes, blindly accepting the companionship of others in order to make himself feel wanted and accepted. this is why he was quick to jump on the opportunity to keep louis at his side and the offer to join a pack of hounds.
his time at the facility shows on more of his personality than just the speaking without permission bit. he tries to ration out his food, often hiding it somewhere on him so he can nibble on it throughout the day. back at the facility, you never knew when you would be getting food next. even after living a life of luxury in his teens, the habit of doing so never left him. it becomes quite gross if he's still eating the same loaf of bread after it's gone stale. he is also rather food aggressive, and the only people who can ever get close to his food, take it, or even be shared it would be those who are super close to him or those who can scare him away from the food.
while he may act solitary and independent, alasdair is actually quite clingy and dependent on the attention of others. he can suppress this urge for attention during most days, which is probably why he tries to stay away from people to the best of his ability in the first place. after all, if you can keep yourself from growing close to anyone and forming bonds, the less likely you are to have those bonds and your heart broken in the process. he claims to be used to abandonment and betrayal, though, boasting that being sold off by his parents and abandoned by lady macwilliam made him stronger when, in truth, the wound cut deeper than it appeared. he has abandonment issues, and he tries to solve this by only getting close to those he knows will never leave him. though, he makes mistakes sometimes, blindly accepting the companionship of others in order to make himself feel wanted and accepted. this is why he was quick to jump on the opportunity to keep louis at his side and the offer to join a pack of hounds.
his time at the facility shows on more of his personality than just the speaking without permission bit. he tries to ration out his food, often hiding it somewhere on him so he can nibble on it throughout the day. back at the facility, you never knew when you would be getting food next. even after living a life of luxury in his teens, the habit of doing so never left him. it becomes quite gross if he's still eating the same loaf of bread after it's gone stale. he is also rather food aggressive, and the only people who can ever get close to his food, take it, or even be shared it would be those who are super close to him or those who can scare him away from the food.
a little background check
born to parents who never wanted him, his fate was decided before he was even born. he was to be sold to some men his parents had met in a dark alley one night. after his delivery, the men retrieved their merchandise and took the infant far away to an underground facility in the Orre region. there, he was experimented on. there really isn't much more to say on the matter, other than how he was poked and prodded with needle after needle, that he was only fed enough to keep him alive. to be honest, he doesn't remember anything from before he was seven. any memories he might possibly have are blurred over, giving only vague figures with little color. he can remember the pain, though. he can remember the constant headaches that would turn into migraines as his human ears disappeared, slowly being replaced by that of a feline's, all while a jewel somehow managed to grow out of the bone of his skull and push through his skin. he can remember how he couldn't sit down or lay on his back because of the pain in his backside as a tail sprouted.
he could also remember the 'name' they gave him: #053Gm3. it wasn't just some jumble of letters and numbers. no, he was told exactly what they meant the first time he gathered the courage to ask. 053 stands for the DNA within him: a persian. g stands for gijinka. m stands for male. 3 stands for the third experiment to go under that procedure for that strand of dna, the other two having been marked failures. he was beaten afterwards for asking the question.
he spent the larger part of his childhood and early teenage years in the facility. he was almost constantly abused, often starved, and forced to withstand long winter nights with nothing but the tattered clothes on his body to keep himself warm. they called it training and domesticating, though he really only considered it to be neglect. of course, they did train him, somewhat. they taught him various tricks, such as the basic sit, stay, and roll over. they also taught him how to control the power surging through his body, though they only gave him the very basic lessons.
his 'salvation', so to speak, was when he was fourteen years old. a woman came to the facility, dressed with only the highest quality of clothing and accessories. she was flanked by bodyguards and guided around by the head scientist who brown nosed every moment he got. he was showing her every successful experiment they currently had, and, when they came to his holding cell, she was quick to jump on the opportunity to buy him. after all, the rich needed a regal persian on their lap, but not all the rich could find a gijinka persian. such a pet could do much more than lounge around all day. the scientist was about to object to her buying him, but his mouth was shut by the amount she was willing to give.
so, the young persian boy was loaded into an animal crate and sent off with the woman and her guards. they took him out of the orre region and to the kalos region, only opening the crate once they were inside her mansion. he darted towards the door the moment they opened the crate, only to be stopped by one of the guard's pokemon. begrudgingly, he was forced to cooperate, though he found his new life much more pleasing than he originally expected. he was bathed for the first time in fourteen years. he was clothed in tailor-made clothing. he ate only the highest quality food. he was given his own bed that was more than a sheet on the floor. he was even given a name. alasdair. the woman even allowed him to take on her last name, adding up to a full alasdair macwilliam. he was no longer a bunch of numbers and letters. he was alasdair.
he quickly fell into the easy life of luxury. he found it much more preferable than the facility, and, as long as he did what he was told, a hand was never raised to strike him. it was while living with lady macwilliam that he received some sort education. it wasn't much, just the basics in language, spoken and written (basics meaning that was really all she focused on for him). she filled his days with the fine arts, having him tutored in poetry, literature, playwriting, the english language, french, latin, etc. once she felt he had mastered that enough, she even threw in voice lessons to teach him how to properly sing, along with lessons for a variety of instruments: piano, flute, violin, and even the lute and lyre. his favorite songs became the songs that were once poems from long, long ago.
his happiness began to fade as he grew older. he was no longer the 'adorable kitten' lady macwilliam had found in the facility. he was now a man, even if his figure was still lithe and feminine. as he turned twenty years old, the woman decided that they were going to go on a little trip. their bags were packed, their plane tickets bought, and they were off to another region. the phoenix region. the trip started out like any other vacation: sightseeing, trying out different foods, souvenir shopping, etc. however, as the vacation was drawing to a close, lady macwilliam began acting weird. she grew fidgety, almost as if she couldn't wait for them to go back home. he could understand that much, but her jumpiness was starting to bother him. as they arrived back at the airport, alasdair was told to wait while she went to 'powder her nose'. so, he sat down and waited like the good pet he was.
she never came back.
the plane took off.
alasdair was left alone in the airport. he waited for three days despite already knowing what had happened. he had been abandoned by his owner. it wasn't like he was confined to a pokeball or anything like that. oh, no. but, he had truly been happy with that woman as his 'owner'. she didn't even leave him with anything but the collar around his neck, the clothes on his body, and the lute that hung over his shoulders. the betrayal stung. it was his stomach that drew him away from the airport on the third day. he took off the diamond studded collar the mistress made him wear, selling it for cash so he could buy some food. of course, he had a lot of money left over, so he stayed at a hotel for the next week until he was forced to move on. he took to wandering the streets of phoenix, trying to figure out what to do. he quickly picked up on natural instincts, and he took some ounce of pride in his petty thievery he managed to pull off. it helped when your pokemon half could move without a sound.
when he was around twenty-one, he met a stray meowstic rummaging through a garbage can. he had an odd pelt color and pattern, though it definitely wasn't a turn off for the man. the two quickly befriended each other, forming a small pact while living on the streets. not too long after that, alasdair found himself wandering along the border of phoenix, having walked aimlessly for a few hours until he noticed a change in scents. it was along the border that he met a man--no, two. their scents contained traces of human, canine, and something he couldn't quite place. the canine was enough to make him wrinkle his nose, and they did likewise due to... well... cats. however, they did give him the chance of a lifetime: join a pack. they explained to him that he would have to go through a trial (hazing) period, but this didn't matter much to the redhead. he just wanted another place to belong... even if it was with a bunch of mangy mutts.
he could also remember the 'name' they gave him: #053Gm3. it wasn't just some jumble of letters and numbers. no, he was told exactly what they meant the first time he gathered the courage to ask. 053 stands for the DNA within him: a persian. g stands for gijinka. m stands for male. 3 stands for the third experiment to go under that procedure for that strand of dna, the other two having been marked failures. he was beaten afterwards for asking the question.
he spent the larger part of his childhood and early teenage years in the facility. he was almost constantly abused, often starved, and forced to withstand long winter nights with nothing but the tattered clothes on his body to keep himself warm. they called it training and domesticating, though he really only considered it to be neglect. of course, they did train him, somewhat. they taught him various tricks, such as the basic sit, stay, and roll over. they also taught him how to control the power surging through his body, though they only gave him the very basic lessons.
his 'salvation', so to speak, was when he was fourteen years old. a woman came to the facility, dressed with only the highest quality of clothing and accessories. she was flanked by bodyguards and guided around by the head scientist who brown nosed every moment he got. he was showing her every successful experiment they currently had, and, when they came to his holding cell, she was quick to jump on the opportunity to buy him. after all, the rich needed a regal persian on their lap, but not all the rich could find a gijinka persian. such a pet could do much more than lounge around all day. the scientist was about to object to her buying him, but his mouth was shut by the amount she was willing to give.
so, the young persian boy was loaded into an animal crate and sent off with the woman and her guards. they took him out of the orre region and to the kalos region, only opening the crate once they were inside her mansion. he darted towards the door the moment they opened the crate, only to be stopped by one of the guard's pokemon. begrudgingly, he was forced to cooperate, though he found his new life much more pleasing than he originally expected. he was bathed for the first time in fourteen years. he was clothed in tailor-made clothing. he ate only the highest quality food. he was given his own bed that was more than a sheet on the floor. he was even given a name. alasdair. the woman even allowed him to take on her last name, adding up to a full alasdair macwilliam. he was no longer a bunch of numbers and letters. he was alasdair.
he quickly fell into the easy life of luxury. he found it much more preferable than the facility, and, as long as he did what he was told, a hand was never raised to strike him. it was while living with lady macwilliam that he received some sort education. it wasn't much, just the basics in language, spoken and written (basics meaning that was really all she focused on for him). she filled his days with the fine arts, having him tutored in poetry, literature, playwriting, the english language, french, latin, etc. once she felt he had mastered that enough, she even threw in voice lessons to teach him how to properly sing, along with lessons for a variety of instruments: piano, flute, violin, and even the lute and lyre. his favorite songs became the songs that were once poems from long, long ago.
his happiness began to fade as he grew older. he was no longer the 'adorable kitten' lady macwilliam had found in the facility. he was now a man, even if his figure was still lithe and feminine. as he turned twenty years old, the woman decided that they were going to go on a little trip. their bags were packed, their plane tickets bought, and they were off to another region. the phoenix region. the trip started out like any other vacation: sightseeing, trying out different foods, souvenir shopping, etc. however, as the vacation was drawing to a close, lady macwilliam began acting weird. she grew fidgety, almost as if she couldn't wait for them to go back home. he could understand that much, but her jumpiness was starting to bother him. as they arrived back at the airport, alasdair was told to wait while she went to 'powder her nose'. so, he sat down and waited like the good pet he was.
she never came back.
the plane took off.
alasdair was left alone in the airport. he waited for three days despite already knowing what had happened. he had been abandoned by his owner. it wasn't like he was confined to a pokeball or anything like that. oh, no. but, he had truly been happy with that woman as his 'owner'. she didn't even leave him with anything but the collar around his neck, the clothes on his body, and the lute that hung over his shoulders. the betrayal stung. it was his stomach that drew him away from the airport on the third day. he took off the diamond studded collar the mistress made him wear, selling it for cash so he could buy some food. of course, he had a lot of money left over, so he stayed at a hotel for the next week until he was forced to move on. he took to wandering the streets of phoenix, trying to figure out what to do. he quickly picked up on natural instincts, and he took some ounce of pride in his petty thievery he managed to pull off. it helped when your pokemon half could move without a sound.
when he was around twenty-one, he met a stray meowstic rummaging through a garbage can. he had an odd pelt color and pattern, though it definitely wasn't a turn off for the man. the two quickly befriended each other, forming a small pact while living on the streets. not too long after that, alasdair found himself wandering along the border of phoenix, having walked aimlessly for a few hours until he noticed a change in scents. it was along the border that he met a man--no, two. their scents contained traces of human, canine, and something he couldn't quite place. the canine was enough to make him wrinkle his nose, and they did likewise due to... well... cats. however, they did give him the chance of a lifetime: join a pack. they explained to him that he would have to go through a trial (hazing) period, but this didn't matter much to the redhead. he just wanted another place to belong... even if it was with a bunch of mangy mutts.
behind the glass mask
monogatari
⤷lamento ⤷shui ⤷macwilliam, alasdair
