TRAINER, apollo giroux

[siegfried]

name Fineas Pearson Apollo Giroux age Twenty two class Trainer hometown Nerio City personality - silver tongued - arrogant - urbane - manipulative - resolute - flippant - assertive - reckless - defiant - gluttonous - cutthroat - savvy - generally magnificent history Papa always said you were the best thing that ever happened to him, maybe because you were his son, and he loved you, but you think it’s mostly because everyone else loved you, and love was a beautiful, exploitable thing in the thieves’ world. You were the best thief Papa had ever seen, or so he said. You started young, but everyone did, in the urban jungle Nerio City, where survival was worth more than all the love in the world. You agreed with Papa– you were the best thief you knew. All the other ratty urchins were clumsy pickpockets, or armed dumbasses who made threats and waved empty guns around. But your type of thievery was an exquisite art, an elegant game that required a certain charm that only you were able to pull off. You didn’t just take, like the other thieves; you made your victims give to you. You let them get to know you, let them learn to love you– love is a beautiful, exploitable thing–, and then you drained them dry, stole whatever you could and fled, leaving behind a winding trail of broken hearts and empty wallets. A trusting victim was the most rewarding kind. Papa eventually passed away, but this didn’t deter you. You carried his legacy and teachings on your shoulders like Atlas carried the world. You conned more people than you can count on your hands, and then you conned some more. You ascended, ascended, ascended, climbing your way up, up, up, like a god to his celestial throne. You weren’t the same as everyone else, you knew. You were better, so much better, the best there was, the ideal man. Suave and silver tongued, there was nothing you could not get, nothing that did not innately belong to you. You were a king, and you demanded your kingdom. Power (the right kind of power, not like those corporate retards that trapezed around the city), power could not simply be stolen like everything else. Power was more elusive than a pretty girl or a golden coin (both of which you had boundless access to), and perhaps that’s what made it all the more enticing. You did not know how you could get power, though, not until the scourge. You were the best thing that happened to Papa, and the scourge was the best thing that happened to you. Trainers died and dropped out after the scourge, the Juggernaut of undead Pokémon was a terrifying thing and all the world’s saviors were failing. The nation needed a hero, someone to look up to, someone to lean on, someone stronger and better than the others, someone that could take care of Kohaku. Someone like you. It would be your claim to power and fame– you would be the best there was, the peerless zombie slayer Pokémon Trainer Apollo Giroux. You don’t make it into the Eos Program– what would anyone want with a little slumdog like you?– but another orange-haired man did, with hair a bit shorter than yours, but hair grew, and he was missing an eye, but eyepatches weren’t exactly in short supply. (Eyepatch sales were probably through the roof! Zombie Pokémon are a real bitch when it comes to shit like that, I bet.) And so you traveled to Juno City with a black patch around your eye and a swagger in your step, ready to take on the world, zombies and all. (But first you payed a quick visit to a certain Apollo Giroux, who looked eerily like you and surpassed all his peers, earning him a cherished spot in the rare Eon Program– what a chump.) TL;DR: idk what the fuck i ever write about in these histories i kinda just let the aura flow through me and into the words, wow even my tl;dr thing is tl;dr! anyways little con artist grows up thievin; around when the scourge starts he decides he wants to be the best there ever was; steals someone else’s identity to get into the eon program; and here we are now (did i really need that many paragraphs for such a brief story probably not w/e i give up) ooc face claim: DOGS, badou nails

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