(Art by the lovely NyraXerz)
| Jeffrey "Jeff" | |
|---|---|
| Text Color | Gold |
| Item | None |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | Adult (middle aged) |
| Species | ???: Phanteon, the Haunted Pokemon |
| Height | 2'07" |
| Weight | 25.3 lbs |
| Pokédex Entry | Phanteon is an eevee's soul bound to Earth, which it wanders after its untimely death. It is a common sight in abandoned places, but most of the time, it appears in its old trainer's home after dying in battle. Some even wait there after the trainer is long dead. |
| Level | 37 |
| Ability | Cursed Body |
| Nature | Calm |
| Characteristic | Alert to sounds |
| Moves | -Shadow Ball (Lvl. Up) -Payback (TM) -Protect(TM) -Detect (Egg Move) |
| History | Born in a group of wild Pokemon, Jeffrey was expected to be like his father, one of the their powerful leaders: strong, confident, uncompromising. The Eevee, however, was mild-mannered and weak-willed, a poor candidate for future leadership. His father was resigned to the idea that his son would never live up to expectations, but the Zangoose was never cruel or angry towards Jeffrey. The kids of the other three leaders were a different story. Jeff didn't share any of their ambition or confidence, and they viewed him as an easy target. While at first it was average childish bullying, it began to escalate over the years, his tormentors becoming more cruel as they started to hold more and more power over Jeffrey. Too afraid to ever tell his father, Jeff could do nothing to stop it. Things changed when he turned thirteen, and his father decided to start training his son to be a fighter. The Zangoose outright said that while he knew Jeffrey would never lead, he should at least know how to defend himself properly. With each practice session, Jeff found himself feeling a little more confident, a little less afraid. Still his fear of his tormentors held; no matter how much he wanted to, Jeff never had the courage to speak up against them, to act. The peak of his tormentors' cruelty arrived when they decided to teach him a "harsh lesson", one that involved holding the Eevee underwater until he could not breathe only to let him back up before he could actually drown. They laughed, joked amongst themselves, even placed bets to see how long he could stay underwater before beginning to struggle. Desperate, his lungs and chest burning, Jeffrey did the one thing he could do: fight back. Using what he learned from his father, Jeff tried to break free and escape, but he was only a small Eevee. Enraged by their victim's retaliation, the leader of the small group pushed him back into the water. With no oxygen, Jeff felt the pain intensify until he was sure he would tear apart...his vision flickered before going dark. The pain he'd felt seemed to drift away, and time became fluid. Suddenly, with a bright flash of pure white, sensation flooded back into his mind and body once more; only this time, he felt far different. Jeffrey heard panicked shouting, but in his bewildered state did not bother to see who was shouting. His body felt strange, and he could barely walk; everything was blurry, and he could not understand what had just happened. Disoriented and confused, struggling to move normally with his unfamiliar form, Jeffrey headed to the one place he knew best; home. But when he got there, he was greeted only by a small pack of Pokemon. Though he knew them, none recognized Jeffrey in his state, and they drove him back into the forest, calling him "trespasser." Jeffrey ran from his old home, still in too much of a terrified daze to comprehend anything completely. All he knew was that his home and family were now lost to him, and he was no longer the Eevee of old. Jeffrey was lucky; he was discovered and taken in by another, much smaller group of Pokemon. They could easily spot the terrible state of mind he was in, and offered him a place in their tiny clan. The Phanteon accepted, mostly out of necessity; in the first few months, he rarely interacted with any of the other Pokemon, preferring the peace of isolation. There was a gap in his memory-he could recall the sensation of burning lungs, then darkness, then finally waking as the creature he was now. Jeff didn't understand fully, but he knew something awful had happened-and not fully knowing left him frightened. Horrified, really. Unable to deal with so much of it at once, Jeffrey began to build a new persona-instead of a weak, scared boy, he pretended to be calm and in control of his mind. Burying his old self, his past, everything, Jeff put on the fake self. When he began to "come out of his shell", the other Pokemon remarked that he'd become someone completely different. As he began to grow older, Jeffrey grew close to the group that had accepted him, and even found a sort of peace with them. Determined not to think of his family or old life, it was as if Jeffrey had began anew. He found a welcome distraction from straying thoughts toward the past through battle, and melded with his persona so thoroughly, his old self seemed completely gone. That was when the clan he lived for years with began to split apart; divided by a petty rivalry over leadership inheritance, the group that seemed unbreakable scattered to the winds, leaving Jeffrey with no-one. Left on his own, the cracks in his persona began to show. The Phanteon drifted from place to place with no purpose, devoid of the old relationships he'd had and a home. The epidemic was only another nail in the coffin. The sight of walking corpses, the endless death, all hammers slowly breaking apart his mask of stability. But Jeffrey was given another stroke of luck; he was able to travel with a trainer of considerable skill, someone who had obviously spent their life traveling with Pokemon. Though unfamiliar with humans, Jeffrey wasn't afraid of this one. The man was truly collected and able to hold his own, and Jeff respected someone who was genuinely brave. His Pokemon were like him, unafraid to take on any undead, strong-willed and powerful. His calm persona thrived amongst such people, anchoring his mental stability throughout the epidemic years. But more recent times have proven less fortunate. Separated from the human and Pokemon he'd traveled with due to massive undead attacks, Jeffrey has begun to fall apart once more. He travels in a desperate search to find something that can "rebuild" his persona, all to try and escape his old self, his old fears, and a past he left behind. |
| Appearance | Jeffrey is a normal Phanteon, average in coloration, body structure, height, and weight; he doesn't know this, as Jeff has never met another of his kind. |
| Personality | -Jeff appears calm, unnaturally so, nonchalant about things that should be a cause of concern or even panic. In reality, he is nerve-wracked, keeping up a persona of absolute rationality to keep his mind somewhat stable. -In order to keep up this mask of calm, Jeff tries to be cheerful, even optimistic. Most of the time, he doesn't succeed, only helping make others feel even worse or more terrified. -Despite this, he is genuine in his attempts to help, and is especially protective and watchful of those who are weaker or simply not as experienced at surviving. -He is not an open person, revealing little of his past or even his own self. If pressured to become more forthcoming, Jeff assumes a cold demeanor, ignoring or even snapping at those that try to befriend him. -Has little hope of the epidemic ending and no delusions about his own survival chance. He may talk of surviving, but in the long run, Jeff doesn't believe it. -Jeff is observant, intelligent, able to figure out patterns of behavior and movement quickly. The Phanteon knows how to use available resources and the environment to his advantage. -Fast to react, always on guard; it's not easy to catch Jeffrey by surprise. -Despite his attempt to hide his fear, Jeff's anxiety is still apparent and easily heard in his voice. -Emotionally unstable, the inability to properly uphold his false persona has lead to some serious unpredictability with the Phanteon. |
| User Notes | -Zangoose father |
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