Nixon | XForever-aloneX | Doublade

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.:Edit 11/6/16:. He evolved

Name: 

Nixon

Gender: 

Male

Species (Pokemon): 

Doublade

Type: Ghost / Steel

Age: 15

Rank: Ranger

Housing #: Ranger Room # 16

Moveset: 

Shadow Sneak
Swords Dance
Furry Cutter
Protect

Basic Personality: 


Protective - Protective - As much as he can argue with his sister and will think his brother is annoying, he would save them no matter what. The thing is, no matter how negative his relationship is with either of them, he loves them dearly. He can be mean towards them, but if anyone else even dares to lay a paw on a single hair of theirs, Nixon will not hesitate to rip the offending thing's head off. His friends are absolutely no different.

Analytical - He believes that there is a reason for everything. Nothing out there is void of an explanation. There are things that work the way they do for a reason, not just because it does. Along with that he also has a belief that everyone has their own agenda. Meaning he thinks others only interact with him because they want something from him. Because of this thought process he often has difficulties trusting others and making friends. It can take time, but once he has put trust in someone, they'll have it for a long time.

Form Specific Personality (These show in both forms, but are most prevalent in one form)

    Attack:

Outgoing - While Nixon is rather laid back he has a tendency to want to explore the island and anything affiliated with it. Even though he is blind, he doesn't allow that to deter his explarations. There is a natural curiosity in him that extends beyond wanting to prove himself better than his sister. He has a desire to get to know as many cats as possible. Even as a young kitten he was always around either his parents or a sibling trying to figure out what they're doing.

Volatile - There are times, if you can get him to the point, where he will shift and become very violent. This is a rare thing to see in him but not at all impossible. There will be a slight shift in how he looks at you, something in his body language will change and suddenly you'll be in a full on attack. Be careful when he is like this, he's not afraid to draw blood in this state. When he shifts back to normal is dependent on what had been done to get him to that state. Normally, he'll go back to normal as quickly as he had went on the attack. From 0 to 60 and back again in 3 seconds flat.

    Defense:

Withdrawn - Like this form, Nixon will become this way to defend himself from either physical, mental, emotional, or verbal attacks. He will close himself off from the real world and retreat into him own mind in order to escape from things he doesn't think he can handle. When it comes to a physical attack he will often try to get away from the attacker or block what they are doing to the best of his abilities. When it is outside of a fight he will stick to himself and take on this trait when he feels insecure about himself and the environment.

Quiet - This is a defense mechanism that developed and is very prominent in this form. When he feels anxious or scared he'll shift into this form if he isn't already. He will become very quiet, almost unnaturally so, and will listen for things and hear out instructions. There is much more to him listening as closely as he does. He listens for the tone that is used, looks for conflicting body language, even some emotion to shine in their soul that they don't know of. He tries to define what is going on so that he can feel safe. So that maybe, just maybe, he can get away. Or even attack.

Held Item: 

NA

Background:

As he and his siblings were eggs a Zangoose attacked Nikko. Nikko did all she could to protect the unborn kits from the hungry pokemon. Thanks to his father, Tréfótur, Nikko was able to get away from the Zangoose with himself and Fríða. Not long long after he hatched. When he come form his egg it was discovered that he was a sickly kit. Already he had developed a small cough that grew into an illness that was warded off by the nurses. However he continued to get sick and had to be healed.

Later, when they all opened their eyes, Nikko and Treff were shocked to see that he was blind. He had three eyes and the two normal ones opened and were a gray color. As he grew older and learned to talk and walk it became clear that he had some kind of sight. Eventually he told his parents that everything was black or gray and then he could see living things as mist-like shapes of various colors.

Extra Information:

- He has three eyes.
- Blind* He is not able to see like a normal cat. From the 'gem' eye he can see life forces that look like mist in the shape of the cat.
- The 'gem' eye doesn't blink.
- His eyes CAN move
- Wishes he could see what others look like
- His other senses are actually average even with him being blind.
- He is the oldest of the three.
- He gets sick often.
- He has two forms, depending on his mood and emotions he will switch between the two
- In his 'Defense' form his fur hardens to add protection to him and slowing him down.
- In his attack form his fur becomes much lighter making him faster and more agile.
- His 'Defense' form is his default form.
- His scarf can move.
- The scarf can act as another set of legs if needed.
- The scarf also feels around as he walks to better help him find his way around.
- His scarf can't actually be removed from him.
- He looks up to Oran since he is his older brother.
- Due to his fur being like steel he is the only one so far that can touch Cade's tails.
- Warm things make him rather nervous since he isn't much used to them.

Relationships:

 No opinion
 Acquaintance
 Friend
 Best friend
 Respect
 Crush
 Love
 Family
 Mate
 Dislike
 Hate
 Uncertainty/Untrusting
Dead

 Treff - Papa! He is the Head Harvester and is kinda harsh on us. But I think that's because Fae and I are always getting into trouble and arguing.

 Nikko - Ma'ma~ I think that she can be weird sometimes but I'm not sure. She the Admiral so that's kinda awesome.

   Fríða - My little sister... Or she was. The blood of the covenant is thicker then the water if the womb, Fríða.

 Cade - Little bro~ He keeps score between my sister and I. One of us normally ends up yelling at him though... I swear we love you K!

 Oran - Big brother! He's Nikko's son and he's really big an cool and strong! He lets us climb on him sometimes and watches us when Papa and Ma'ma are out.

 Anya - She's pretty cool! She asks weird things about why my fur changing colors, but I didn't even know it did. She also trys to fix my scarf a lot, I don't think she knows that they're like my paws too. I slept over a few times... Not that I meant to...

 Peri - I don't think she likes me...

 Riley - She's a bit strange really... I guess she flirted with Fae once.

 Kylee - She's really nice.

 Xander - He's nervous about a lot of things, but he's kinda cool.

 Rest of the Island - ... nerds

RP example: (Hallow from this Group)

Hallow looked at the cats in the clearing with horror in her bright yellow eyes. Her mind could not process the sound of the fighting and it all seemed to play out in slow motion. Never before had there been a conflict like this on the island. Not even the Kalos War stood up to this. The lava cats were being tossed around and ignited the dry and dead grass, bushes, and trees. Water cats were launching attack after attack to try and demolish the Ghost types. The Yamask and Cofagirgus were actively tossing the elemental cats away and taking hits from both types.

The Head Ranger flattened her ears to her skull as the screaming of the three groups finally registered. Everything moved back to its normal pace and the she cat struggled to keep out of the way as she recovered from the disorientation.

She moved faster to get a look at what could be done. There was nothing but horror in this place. The ghost cats would slice through a Shellos or Gastrodon and they would burst into a puddle of water. The water moved back towards the sea where they had originated. Slugma and Magcargo were sending attacks at the ghosts that would sometimes knock them back and other times make them vanish into dust.

Then it hit Hallow. The memory from when they had first arrived at the island. Had it really been only a year before that they had fought these cats? It seemed to have been so long ago that they had attacked, so much had happened since that event.

She moved again as a stray attack headed for her from one of the strange cats. Her fires flared high as she absorbed energy from the group of cats and the attacks that missed her by just a whisker. Her eyes narrowed and looked passed the warring cats to the blackness of the castle’s opening.

She hadn't seen the bridge lower.

In the blackness she could make out faint red eyes.

There are more inside. Why won’t they come out to attack with the others? That thought flitted through her mind like a breeze. She had only just caught it before it was gone. She jumped away from another attack and looked back around until she saw the other residents.

We don’t have a clear enemy, and we can’t fight all of these cats.

Her eyes narrowed as she focused her energy. She could sense more cats in the castle that she couldn’t see along with others that she was unable to identify. The only thing she could rally gater was a sense of dread.

“This is not our fight…”