Name of character: Jinzo
Item: None.
Gender: Male.
Age: Adult.
Species: Sharp Claw Pokèmon
Dex Number: #461
Height: 3'07"
Weight: 75.0lbs
Pokédex Entry: They live in cold regions, forming groups of four or five that hunt prey with impressive coordination.
Level: 40.
Ability: Pressure.
Nature: Jolly
Characteristic: Impetuous and silly.
Moves:
-Ice Punch (tutor)
-Low Kick (Tutor)
-Night Slash (Learned)
-Agility (Learned)
Appearance: Just a regular Weavile, nothing special here.
Personality: Jinzo is very playful and careless when he's with other survivors, cold and selfish when is alone.
History:
I was found by a trainer, Atlas, when i was only a Sneasel. What was my level? 22? 24? I don't remeber, but i guess it's not that important anymore...
I was happy with Atlas, actually. The members of my tribe always bullied me because i couldn't do anything useful during hunts. But, hey, it wasn't MY fault if i was born differently from others Sneasels. My brothers were mischievous, good hunters...me? I was more of a comedic relief, i couldn't take anything seriously: I think it was for this that they didn't want to stay with me. I was a joker, that's it.
Atlas liked me, though. I always made him laugh, and we sure passed a lot of good times: battling other trainers, learning new moves...he was proud of me, and i was proud of being his "Pokè-partner".
Atlas rarely visited cities, he liked to stay in big spaces, just like me. So, one day, we both decided to stay in a Route for a couple o' days, camping. It was a great "vacation", and I sure enjoyed resting.
...Until they came. Who? The infected, of course! It was night, and Atlas was sleeping...I promised him to keep an eye out on the woods, for preventing any unwanted meetings with wild Pokemons.
...But, i guess i wasn't really good at hunting as my brothers. I decided to sleep just for some minutes, and...boy, i wish i could go back in time...I suddenly woke up, as i heard strange noises...near Atlas's position. I ran there as soon as I could...just for finding a dead Atlas, who was getting MAULED by some Fearows...no, they weren't regular Fearows...they were monsters. I was shocked and enraged at the same time: i couldn't let them live, assuming they were more or less alive. I killed them with a quick combination of Ice Punches and some Night Slashes to the throat. I checked Atlas, but...it was too late. I know, i know, it was only my fault. So that's why i changed. I hunted the infected for days, training myself to the hunt. I wanted to become WAY better than the others of my tribe...even though i'm not sure that they're still alive...Last time i checked, the Ice Path was clear. Weird. Anyhow, I decided to also put a "mask" on me. Nobody wants to be friends with a cold-blooded hunter, so i guess i'll stick with the old me for a while.
User Note:
Most of the time, Jinzo acts like a silly guy, who takes almost nothing seriously. But, in reality, he usually thinks in an evil-ish way, but only when he's alone or in his thoughts.
Last edited by Thunderform on Mon Aug 13, 2012 2:32 pm; edited 4 times in total
