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Description

Warning, long history ahead.

Ahahaaaa;;; another group OTL Hope I get in though

General

Pokemon: Noivern

Nickname: Oz, Ozzy

Gender: Male

Birthdate: December 12

Current Age: 29

Orientation: Pansexual though leans towards hetero

Family:

Father: Matthew the Noviern

Mother: Elisa the Ditto

Siblings: Charos the Talonflame (Half brother; Same Mother, different Father)

Romantic Partner: N/A

Offspring: N/A

Pokemon Stats

Current Level: 48

Nature: Lonely

Moves: * Wing Attack *Bite *Super Fang *Super Sonic

Battle Stats:

Attack:
Defense:

Speed:

Sp. Attack:

Sp. Defense:

Residence: Has taken up residence within the dusty attic of the Lumiose City Library

PokeHuman Stats

Occupation: Works within the Lumiose City Library as its librarian.

Town of Residence: Lumoise

Appearance:

Tall and somewhat Lanky. He walks somewhat hunched over, a keepsake from his bat dragon form. He has long messy hair that he refuses to comb, even when they get in his face and impair his eyesight. Speaking of eyesight, he is near-sighted and wears glasses that he found in the lost and found in the library (they were store bought reading glasses, thankfully). Keeps his scarf on even when it’s hot outside. Though he is rarely seen outside the library and uses the library AC as an excuse to keep his scarf on. Even though it’s against policy, he keeps his earring on, wearing it always on his left ear. When he sees his boss or superior coworker coming, he pockets it, only to slip it back on when they’re gone.

Personals

Personality:

Oswald is generally lazy, spending most of his days as a pokehuman sneaking naps whenever he can. He can be seen as a jerk, as he does tend to toss out people when they are being louder than a whisper. He is cranky in the mornings and crankier during the lunch rush hour, because that’s when the outside noise is its loudest. Because of his large ears as a pokemon, even as a pokehuman he has slightly more sensitive hearing than normal and it can be notice when someone who speaks to him in a normal level tone will be answered by him in a near yell. He is also moody, mostly because of his migraines. Near sightness is the cause of it and he’s tried to remedy it by wearing the old glasses. Unfortunately, Oz is not used to the feeling of the glasses on his face and so he tends to forget them or whip them off his face in annoyance. But always he is forced to resort to them, especially when helping a person find a book (How can he if he can’t see the title?) Strangely, his nearsightness is not much of a problem in his pokemon form, which makes him more tolerable to be around. He is kinder to the elderly folk, being raised by his Nana tended to make him biased and ‘old school’. Tends to avoid people younger and even at his age level, which seems strange to some of his peers. The only way to spook Oswald is to have him loose his earring. He will stop everything once he notices that weight on his ear gone. He will gain a near heart attack if that earring goes missing so it’s best to avoid touching it, as he is very touchy about it.

Note: Even though Oswald’s owner died sometime ago, he does mourn her greatly and does have his days when he will not get out of the bed due to grief. At theses times, it’s best to leave him be.

History:

Oswald was born on a ranch, to a ditto mother named Elisa. He never had much interaction with his noivern father, only learning his name three years after his hatching. The owner of the farm was a breeder and she had been trying to breed Matthew, Oswald’s father, to get a female noibat for her coming grandchild. When the hatchling turned out to be a male, his owner, whom he knew as Nana simply because everyone called her that, she decided to give him anyways and began to groom him for the arrival of her grandchild, whose birth coincided with his own.

Still a baby, Oswald spent most of this time in the nursery, where Nana kept all baby pokemon to be nursed and weaned before being introduced to pokemon food. Here, the noibat spent time with the elderly breeder, listening to her stories about her son and his wife, and their expecting arrival. “If it’s a girl, they will name her Elsa,” she told him fondly. “If it’s a boy, they will call him Oswald.” The Noibat, who was kept nameless at the time, listened to the old human speak as she kept preparing and preparing and preparing. But not even she could have prepared for what came. The Noibat doesn’t remember much about that day. Just noticed that there was a lot of visitors coming in and out of the house. Also, Nana hadn’t come to the nursery lately and instead her younger assistant, a woman named Rosemary, tended to the baby pokemon. He got his first taste of worry and one night he snuck out of the nursery.

The mission was somewhat successful. The Noibat managed to crawl out of the pens, using the small claws on his wings to crawl and climb the great canyons that laid beyond the nursery door (they were really the desks of Nana’s assistants around the ranch). Once he managed to go from the office room and into the living area, the noibat struggled to keep hidden. Even though it was late at night, there were humans up and about, wearing clothes of black and murmuring in low voices.

”How unfortunate.

”So young. It’s a shame.

”They were expecting, too! Oh, the tragedy. Pooor Nana!”

He didn’t understand the words all too well. He just knew that if he was caught, he was toast. And they will take him away from the human that he sought. It was difficult, but he managed to run (see tumble) his way across the living area, and founded the stairs. Here put his will to the test. Climbing those stairs was hard, difficult, and tiring. But worst of all, it was time consuming. But the little noibat managed it, managed it only because he wanted to see Nana. When he reached the final step, he met a short lived victory. Two feet met the Noibat’s eyes, and he looked up to see the human he had been searching for. Drabed in black, with reddened eyes from crying, the old woman bent down and picked the little noibat up, careful with the fragile membrane of his wings.

”It’s ok now, Oswald, yeah” she told him with a smile. ”I’m here now.”

Things changed afterwards. The noibat was moved from the nursery into the living area. Soon he began to be associated with Nana. Oh, the pokemon rancher? That’s Nana with the wee Noibat! Because of the isolation, the politics that lingered from the previous war never affected them, allowing Nana to raise her pokemon with unprejudiced views. Everyone lived as equals, and their home had never been so warm as it was then. Sure there were the clash of personalities, as being Nana’s favorite often meant that Oswald got some privileges that the other pokemon didn’t have. But he was content. He didn’t need nothing more, other than to be at her side.

Oswald supposed that it was his evolution that started the change. He was suddenly so big that he couldn’t rest on Nana’s shoulder any more. That was all right. He could trail behind her and he could always use her lap while she gave his ears some scratches. But Nana was growing more sluggish, more forgetful. Her smiles was really more like frozen expressions and often times she would forget who she was. A sitter came to live with them, and later a nurse. The two would exclude Oswald, while tending to the elderly woman and leaving the noivern to wait outside. Suddenly, the world was colder. Nana wasn’t there any more and no matter how many times he called for her, he would only receive that smile on her face. There weren’t the other pokemon around anymore, having been sent away or taken as the property became a quiet, desolate place. Everything was so foreign, so different, words that the Noivern didn’t know until that moment. His home slowly became undone and he ended up as being the only pokemon left, the sight of him somewhat calming down Nana whenever she went into a fit. He couldn’t come close to her as he could before, but the Oswald reasoned that at least he was still beside her.

Eventually, the two women left their posts one morning. The nurse passed Oswald where he had posted himself in the hallway and went to the house phone that hung from the wall, while the sitter turned away, preparing some papers. The suddenly abandonment of their posts gave the noivern something he hadn’t had for a while – an opportunity to sneak inside his Nana’s room. As quietly as he could, Oswald entered the room and instantly poked his head in the covers, to rub against the person in the bed. Her body had gotten smaller, more frail it seemed. But it was all right. Oswald was being enough for the both of them, he reason, and purring, he continued to rub himself against his owner’s body, not yet realizing that the only heat in the room came from him. He called out for her, pushing himself closer. She must be cold, he reasoned, though the blanket was fully covering her entire body, covering even her head. With an unhappy growl, Oswald tugged down the cover, hoping to see her awake and finally acknowledge him.

Nana was smiling. He noticed that instantly. She was smiling and seemed so peaceful. Oswald sat back and decided to wait patiently, waiting for the old woman to wake up naturally and notice him. She would pet his ears, he reasoned, and call him a “Good Ozzy” like she always did. Even in her worse state of mind, she knew him, recognized him. So he waited, and waited, and waited. Waited for her to wake up.

The nurse came in, then, followed by the paramedic team. There was tears on the old woman’s face, something that had not been there before, and the noivern that belonged to her patient hovered over her body in a protective manner. He growled aggressively, the usually passive dragon now baring his fangs, telling them all not to come near. Still stuck in the delusion that his owner was just asleep, Oswald hadn’t yet realized the tears streaming down his face, or the instinctual acknowledgement inside him that accepted that yes, this person was dead. But he refused to believe that this person lying cold in the bed was actually his Nana. It couldn’t be, because Nana promised that they’ll be together, their own team of two. She wouldn’t just leave him!

Another call and eventually trainers from the nearest pokemon center had come, giving their attempt on calming down the raging noivern. After several hypnosis from Purugly, the dragon was subdued and the body could be removed. The option of putting Oswald in his pokeball arose but no one could find it. There was none to begin with, for Nana preferred Oz on her shoulder.

Walking up, Oswald found himself in a cage within the Pokemon center. The Nurse Joy there offered a smile and presented him with food and water, even poffins for him to snack on. He refused these and though her smile wavered, she remained cheerful nonetheless. Sitting down with the withdrawn noivern, she tried to delicately explain to him what had happened. The old woman had passed due to her terminal illness and she did not leave behind a will. The ranch would be given to the government until the next of kin came to claim it, and now there was a pressing matter of what was to be done with Oswald. She offered a place at the Center, mentioning that they did have an outdoor space where the pokemon could relax and play. Oswald didn’t deny or accept this offer, the noivern deeply grieving. The nagging feeling of it being not true, that Nana was still around, kept pestering at the back of his mind and it was this that he couldn’t settle down at the center.

Moody, Oswald had no desire to mingle with the other pokemon and after several incidents of lashing out, they began to avoid him. Food was another issue, as everything was tasteless compared to Nana’s homemade pokemon food. It was clear that the noivern was in deep depression and continued to rebuff Nurse Joy’s attempts to soothe his mental wounds. Not knowing what else to do, she ended up calling the kin of Nana who had gotten her possessions. It was a hard battle, these people being ruder than the kind hearted rancher, but eventually Nurse Joy got hold of the item she wanted. She came to the sanctuary during the daily play hour and told Oswald she had a gift for him. The dragon expressed no interest, but she persisted, revealing the box that she held. A tail flicker and when she opened it, Oz rose to attention. Inside was a single earring, red and gray and all too familiar. Nurse Joy smiled and explained that it was ok to miss his Nana, but she would be sad if he continued to abuse himself so. With her help, she placed the earring on Oz’s left ear, and hoped that this would encourage him to take care of himself. It did, if only vaguely. Food still tasted like crap and he still kept to himself, but at least there was progress.

Then tragedy struck. A raid from human hating pokemon introduced the previously naïve Oswald into the current politics. The pokemon came to slaughter the humans and try to draft the pokemon in the sanctuary to their cause, explaining that the two races could never live in peace. All they were doing was making them live as pets, a demeaning position for a pokemon. Some in the sanctuary, more out of confusion and fear than actual belief in their views, joined the posse in hopes they would not be attacked. Oswald, however, could not accept this image the pokemon was portraying. Keeping as pets? His Nana never did such a thing! He was one of the few that fought back for the humans, defending Nurse Joy and her assistants as they barricaded themselves within her office. The assault lasted for three days until help arrived from the Pokemon League, trainers and their pokemon running the rogue pokemon off.

In the aftermath, the pokemon who stayed and fought were being shipped off to other centers for treatment, as the equipment had been destroyed in the scuffle. Nurse Joy tried to get Oswald to join, but the noivern, shaken by the words of the rogue pokemon, could not. He had to believe in his Nana and being in another center would not helped his choice. He expressed his intentions to go to the wild to the nurse, who, despite wanting him to stay, gave him first aid treatment before hugging him goodbye. She looked the other way as Oswald flew off, thus beginning his journey towards the bigger cities.

Living in the wild was hell. Oswald had no idea how to hunt and the pokemon that should have been prey laughed at his attempts to be a hunter. Finally he was forced to berries and whatever carcasses he found, become a scavenger as he made his way north. Several months of this made him feral, becoming unfit to entire human society. The only memory of a human’s touch was the earring that still dangled from his left ear. Oswald was beginning to forgo the human society, tempted to just remain in the wild as he languished in the state of hollowness. He had no ambition, no dream, no driving force. His reason to live now existed in the memory of his earring. Just when his rational mind was beginning to fade, and with it his conscience being of “Oswald”, a spiritzee entered his life, by literally falling on him. She was on her way to the City, Lumoise she called it and had gotten lost. More interested in the easy lunch than the information she gave, Oswald tried to hunt her down, when she mentioned a device. The DIttech, she called it, gave pokemon the ability to gain human form and the Spiritzee had been on her way to obtain it, though her reasons she refused to say. Instead of eating her, she offered to take the dragon with her, a trade that seemed good for the both of them. She would give him companionship and he will slowly become civil again. Eventually a deal was struck between the two and Oswald joined the Spiritzee to find this Dittech of hers.

Through a hilarity search, involving mostly of the Spiritzee, who was called Birdy, leading them the wrong way and having to back track several times, they managed to find the company that had the device. Now came the pressing question – what to do when they were human. Birdy had her own ideas but Oswald? Blank as a board. Taking pity, Birdy offered to wait before she got her human form until the noivern figured out why he wanted one in the first place. Grudgingly agreeing (after being turned down by Birdy to have him as her pokemon companion, something about it being too weird and free spiritedness or whatever), Oswald decided to tour about the city in order to collect his thoughts and feelings about the whole matter.

After several days and several close calls at being found wandering around where he shouldn’t be, Oswald eventually came to a decision. He would become a pokehuman. He had his eyes on the city’s library, whose glimpse inside offered a way to educate himself through reading. And, he had to admit, he missed the stories that Nana used to read to him. Coming back to Birdy, he expressed his ideas and while it was not the strongest reason to become human, she really couldn’t judge. So the two finally underwent the transformation and became pokehumans. Birdy was finally free to do what she wanted while Oswald practiced his job hunting skills. While his personality made it difficult, he managed to land a job at the library after all.

While he still does not have a reason to live as a pokemon human or even continue to live as himself, Oswald still tries to assert himself in society, even though it’s been a rocky journey.

Extras:

-As a pokehuman, he adopted his Nana’s ways of Cajun speech, though his French is laughable and he tends to avoid saying most words.

- Oswald does not know what happened to Nana’s son and his wife. He suspects the worst though.

Relationships:

Birdy (belongs to – Oswald’s unofficial best friend. He’s noticeable kinder to her than most people.

User’s Info

Time Zone: Central time zone

Chat Availability: I can be available in the afternoons Monday through Friday.

Role-Play Example:

The bell was ringing. Why did it have to be ringing now? With a groan, Oswald lifted his head partially from where it rested on his arms, one eye peering from beneath the mop of hair. The bell continued its persistent ringing, though it was now hesitant. Obviously whoever was doing it thought no one was there to help them. The temptation of letting them believe so and perhaps capture some more snoozes was great, but he did not need another warning from his boss about his lack of courtesy to their consumers. Was that what they called them? They weren’t costumers because no one bought the books, only loaned them. He thought readers was a better word, but it really didn’t make sense either.

Ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring! A roll of his eyes and he reluctantly extended himself, making sure he didn’t sigh too loudly. “What a bother, yeah,” he grumbled to himself, and searched around for those accursed eye lenses. How embarrassing that he needed them, but he wasn’t about to humiliated himself in front of a reader – oh sorry, consumers. With a roll of his neck and a shrug of his shoulders, the tall male rounded about the corner, leaving the office he had been sneaking a nap in to meet the person in front of the desk.

“You can stop da ringin’ now, yeah. I be right here,” he said, adjusting the glasses on his face. “Now, how can I be of service?”

Description

Warning, long history ahead.

Ahahaaaa;;; another group OTL Hope I get in though

General

Pokemon: Noivern

Nickname: Oz, Ozzy

Gender: Male

Birthdate: December 12

Current Age: 29

Orientation: Pansexual though leans towards hetero

Family:

Father: Matthew the Noviern

Mother: Elisa the Ditto

Siblings: Charos the Talonflame (Half brother; Same Mother, different Father)

Romantic Partner: N/A

Offspring: N/A

Pokemon Stats

Current Level: 48

Nature: Lonely

Moves: * Wing Attack *Bite *Super Fang *Super Sonic

Battle Stats:

Attack:
Defense:

Speed:

Sp. Attack:

Sp. Defense:

Residence: Has taken up residence within the dusty attic of the Lumiose City Library

PokeHuman Stats

Occupation: Works within the Lumiose City Library as its librarian.

Town of Residence: Lumoise

Appearance:

Tall and somewhat Lanky. He walks somewhat hunched over, a keepsake from his bat dragon form. He has long messy hair that he refuses to comb, even when they get in his face and impair his eyesight. Speaking of eyesight, he is near-sighted and wears glasses that he found in the lost and found in the library (they were store bought reading glasses, thankfully). Keeps his scarf on even when it’s hot outside. Though he is rarely seen outside the library and uses the library AC as an excuse to keep his scarf on. Even though it’s against policy, he keeps his earring on, wearing it always on his left ear. When he sees his boss or superior coworker coming, he pockets it, only to slip it back on when they’re gone.

Personals

Personality:

Oswald is generally lazy, spending most of his days as a pokehuman sneaking naps whenever he can. He can be seen as a jerk, as he does tend to toss out people when they are being louder than a whisper. He is cranky in the mornings and crankier during the lunch rush hour, because that’s when the outside noise is its loudest. Because of his large ears as a pokemon, even as a pokehuman he has slightly more sensitive hearing than normal and it can be notice when someone who speaks to him in a normal level tone will be answered by him in a near yell. He is also moody, mostly because of his migraines. Near sightness is the cause of it and he’s tried to remedy it by wearing the old glasses. Unfortunately, Oz is not used to the feeling of the glasses on his face and so he tends to forget them or whip them off his face in annoyance. But always he is forced to resort to them, especially when helping a person find a book (How can he if he can’t see the title?) Strangely, his nearsightness is not much of a problem in his pokemon form, which makes him more tolerable to be around. He is kinder to the elderly folk, being raised by his Nana tended to make him biased and ‘old school’. Tends to avoid people younger and even at his age level, which seems strange to some of his peers. The only way to spook Oswald is to have him loose his earring. He will stop everything once he notices that weight on his ear gone. He will gain a near heart attack if that earring goes missing so it’s best to avoid touching it, as he is very touchy about it.

Note: Even though Oswald’s owner died sometime ago, he does mourn her greatly and does have his days when he will not get out of the bed due to grief. At theses times, it’s best to leave him be.

History:

Oswald was born on a ranch, to a ditto mother named Elisa. He never had much interaction with his noivern father, only learning his name three years after his hatching. The owner of the farm was a breeder and she had been trying to breed Matthew, Oswald’s father, to get a female noibat for her coming grandchild. When the hatchling turned out to be a male, his owner, whom he knew as Nana simply because everyone called her that, she decided to give him anyways and began to groom him for the arrival of her grandchild, whose birth coincided with his own.

Still a baby, Oswald spent most of this time in the nursery, where Nana kept all baby pokemon to be nursed and weaned before being introduced to pokemon food. Here, the noibat spent time with the elderly breeder, listening to her stories about her son and his wife, and their expecting arrival. “If it’s a girl, they will name her Elsa,” she told him fondly. “If it’s a boy, they will call him Oswald.” The Noibat, who was kept nameless at the time, listened to the old human speak as she kept preparing and preparing and preparing. But not even she could have prepared for what came. The Noibat doesn’t remember much about that day. Just noticed that there was a lot of visitors coming in and out of the house. Also, Nana hadn’t come to the nursery lately and instead her younger assistant, a woman named Rosemary, tended to the baby pokemon. He got his first taste of worry and one night he snuck out of the nursery.

The mission was somewhat successful. The Noibat managed to crawl out of the pens, using the small claws on his wings to crawl and climb the great canyons that laid beyond the nursery door (they were really the desks of Nana’s assistants around the ranch). Once he managed to go from the office room and into the living area, the noibat struggled to keep hidden. Even though it was late at night, there were humans up and about, wearing clothes of black and murmuring in low voices.

”How unfortunate.

”So young. It’s a shame.

”They were expecting, too! Oh, the tragedy. Pooor Nana!”

He didn’t understand the words all too well. He just knew that if he was caught, he was toast. And they will take him away from the human that he sought. It was difficult, but he managed to run (see tumble) his way across the living area, and founded the stairs. Here put his will to the test. Climbing those stairs was hard, difficult, and tiring. But worst of all, it was time consuming. But the little noibat managed it, managed it only because he wanted to see Nana. When he reached the final step, he met a short lived victory. Two feet met the Noibat’s eyes, and he looked up to see the human he had been searching for. Drabed in black, with reddened eyes from crying, the old woman bent down and picked the little noibat up, careful with the fragile membrane of his wings.

”It’s ok now, Oswald, yeah” she told him with a smile. ”I’m here now.”

Things changed afterwards. The noibat was moved from the nursery into the living area. Soon he began to be associated with Nana. Oh, the pokemon rancher? That’s Nana with the wee Noibat! Because of the isolation, the politics that lingered from the previous war never affected them, allowing Nana to raise her pokemon with unprejudiced views. Everyone lived as equals, and their home had never been so warm as it was then. Sure there were the clash of personalities, as being Nana’s favorite often meant that Oswald got some privileges that the other pokemon didn’t have. But he was content. He didn’t need nothing more, other than to be at her side.

Oswald supposed that it was his evolution that started the change. He was suddenly so big that he couldn’t rest on Nana’s shoulder any more. That was all right. He could trail behind her and he could always use her lap while she gave his ears some scratches. But Nana was growing more sluggish, more forgetful. Her smiles was really more like frozen expressions and often times she would forget who she was. A sitter came to live with them, and later a nurse. The two would exclude Oswald, while tending to the elderly woman and leaving the noivern to wait outside. Suddenly, the world was colder. Nana wasn’t there any more and no matter how many times he called for her, he would only receive that smile on her face. There weren’t the other pokemon around anymore, having been sent away or taken as the property became a quiet, desolate place. Everything was so foreign, so different, words that the Noivern didn’t know until that moment. His home slowly became undone and he ended up as being the only pokemon left, the sight of him somewhat calming down Nana whenever she went into a fit. He couldn’t come close to her as he could before, but the Oswald reasoned that at least he was still beside her.

Eventually, the two women left their posts one morning. The nurse passed Oswald where he had posted himself in the hallway and went to the house phone that hung from the wall, while the sitter turned away, preparing some papers. The suddenly abandonment of their posts gave the noivern something he hadn’t had for a while – an opportunity to sneak inside his Nana’s room. As quietly as he could, Oswald entered the room and instantly poked his head in the covers, to rub against the person in the bed. Her body had gotten smaller, more frail it seemed. But it was all right. Oswald was being enough for the both of them, he reason, and purring, he continued to rub himself against his owner’s body, not yet realizing that the only heat in the room came from him. He called out for her, pushing himself closer. She must be cold, he reasoned, though the blanket was fully covering her entire body, covering even her head. With an unhappy growl, Oswald tugged down the cover, hoping to see her awake and finally acknowledge him.

Nana was smiling. He noticed that instantly. She was smiling and seemed so peaceful. Oswald sat back and decided to wait patiently, waiting for the old woman to wake up naturally and notice him. She would pet his ears, he reasoned, and call him a “Good Ozzy” like she always did. Even in her worse state of mind, she knew him, recognized him. So he waited, and waited, and waited. Waited for her to wake up.

The nurse came in, then, followed by the paramedic team. There was tears on the old woman’s face, something that had not been there before, and the noivern that belonged to her patient hovered over her body in a protective manner. He growled aggressively, the usually passive dragon now baring his fangs, telling them all not to come near. Still stuck in the delusion that his owner was just asleep, Oswald hadn’t yet realized the tears streaming down his face, or the instinctual acknowledgement inside him that accepted that yes, this person was dead. But he refused to believe that this person lying cold in the bed was actually his Nana. It couldn’t be, because Nana promised that they’ll be together, their own team of two. She wouldn’t just leave him!

Another call and eventually trainers from the nearest pokemon center had come, giving their attempt on calming down the raging noivern. After several hypnosis from Purugly, the dragon was subdued and the body could be removed. The option of putting Oswald in his pokeball arose but no one could find it. There was none to begin with, for Nana preferred Oz on her shoulder.

Walking up, Oswald found himself in a cage within the Pokemon center. The Nurse Joy there offered a smile and presented him with food and water, even poffins for him to snack on. He refused these and though her smile wavered, she remained cheerful nonetheless. Sitting down with the withdrawn noivern, she tried to delicately explain to him what had happened. The old woman had passed due to her terminal illness and she did not leave behind a will. The ranch would be given to the government until the next of kin came to claim it, and now there was a pressing matter of what was to be done with Oswald. She offered a place at the Center, mentioning that they did have an outdoor space where the pokemon could relax and play. Oswald didn’t deny or accept this offer, the noivern deeply grieving. The nagging feeling of it being not true, that Nana was still around, kept pestering at the back of his mind and it was this that he couldn’t settle down at the center.

Moody, Oswald had no desire to mingle with the other pokemon and after several incidents of lashing out, they began to avoid him. Food was another issue, as everything was tasteless compared to Nana’s homemade pokemon food. It was clear that the noivern was in deep depression and continued to rebuff Nurse Joy’s attempts to soothe his mental wounds. Not knowing what else to do, she ended up calling the kin of Nana who had gotten her possessions. It was a hard battle, these people being ruder than the kind hearted rancher, but eventually Nurse Joy got hold of the item she wanted. She came to the sanctuary during the daily play hour and told Oswald she had a gift for him. The dragon expressed no interest, but she persisted, revealing the box that she held. A tail flicker and when she opened it, Oz rose to attention. Inside was a single earring, red and gray and all too familiar. Nurse Joy smiled and explained that it was ok to miss his Nana, but she would be sad if he continued to abuse himself so. With her help, she placed the earring on Oz’s left ear, and hoped that this would encourage him to take care of himself. It did, if only vaguely. Food still tasted like crap and he still kept to himself, but at least there was progress.

Then tragedy struck. A raid from human hating pokemon introduced the previously naïve Oswald into the current politics. The pokemon came to slaughter the humans and try to draft the pokemon in the sanctuary to their cause, explaining that the two races could never live in peace. All they were doing was making them live as pets, a demeaning position for a pokemon. Some in the sanctuary, more out of confusion and fear than actual belief in their views, joined the posse in hopes they would not be attacked. Oswald, however, could not accept this image the pokemon was portraying. Keeping as pets? His Nana never did such a thing! He was one of the few that fought back for the humans, defending Nurse Joy and her assistants as they barricaded themselves within her office. The assault lasted for three days until help arrived from the Pokemon League, trainers and their pokemon running the rogue pokemon off.

In the aftermath, the pokemon who stayed and fought were being shipped off to other centers for treatment, as the equipment had been destroyed in the scuffle. Nurse Joy tried to get Oswald to join, but the noivern, shaken by the words of the rogue pokemon, could not. He had to believe in his Nana and being in another center would not helped his choice. He expressed his intentions to go to the wild to the nurse, who, despite wanting him to stay, gave him first aid treatment before hugging him goodbye. She looked the other way as Oswald flew off, thus beginning his journey towards the bigger cities.

Living in the wild was hell. Oswald had no idea how to hunt and the pokemon that should have been prey laughed at his attempts to be a hunter. Finally he was forced to berries and whatever carcasses he found, become a scavenger as he made his way north. Several months of this made him feral, becoming unfit to entire human society. The only memory of a human’s touch was the earring that still dangled from his left ear. Oswald was beginning to forgo the human society, tempted to just remain in the wild as he languished in the state of hollowness. He had no ambition, no dream, no driving force. His reason to live now existed in the memory of his earring. Just when his rational mind was beginning to fade, and with it his conscience being of “Oswald”, a spiritzee entered his life, by literally falling on him. She was on her way to the City, Lumoise she called it and had gotten lost. More interested in the easy lunch than the information she gave, Oswald tried to hunt her down, when she mentioned a device. The DIttech, she called it, gave pokemon the ability to gain human form and the Spiritzee had been on her way to obtain it, though her reasons she refused to say. Instead of eating her, she offered to take the dragon with her, a trade that seemed good for the both of them. She would give him companionship and he will slowly become civil again. Eventually a deal was struck between the two and Oswald joined the Spiritzee to find this Dittech of hers.

Through a hilarity search, involving mostly of the Spiritzee, who was called Birdy, leading them the wrong way and having to back track several times, they managed to find the company that had the device. Now came the pressing question – what to do when they were human. Birdy had her own ideas but Oswald? Blank as a board. Taking pity, Birdy offered to wait before she got her human form until the noivern figured out why he wanted one in the first place. Grudgingly agreeing (after being turned down by Birdy to have him as her pokemon companion, something about it being too weird and free spiritedness or whatever), Oswald decided to tour about the city in order to collect his thoughts and feelings about the whole matter.

After several days and several close calls at being found wandering around where he shouldn’t be, Oswald eventually came to a decision. He would become a pokehuman. He had his eyes on the city’s library, whose glimpse inside offered a way to educate himself through reading. And, he had to admit, he missed the stories that Nana used to read to him. Coming back to Birdy, he expressed his ideas and while it was not the strongest reason to become human, she really couldn’t judge. So the two finally underwent the transformation and became pokehumans. Birdy was finally free to do what she wanted while Oswald practiced his job hunting skills. While his personality made it difficult, he managed to land a job at the library after all.

While he still does not have a reason to live as a pokemon human or even continue to live as himself, Oswald still tries to assert himself in society, even though it’s been a rocky journey.

Extras:

-As a pokehuman, he adopted his Nana’s ways of Cajun speech, though his French is laughable and he tends to avoid saying most words.

- Oswald does not know what happened to Nana’s son and his wife. He suspects the worst though.

Relationships:

Birdy (belongs to – Oswald’s unofficial best friend. He’s noticeable kinder to her than most people.

User’s Info

Time Zone: Central time zone

Chat Availability: I can be available in the afternoons Monday through Friday.

Role-Play Example:

The bell was ringing. Why did it have to be ringing now? With a groan, Oswald lifted his head partially from where it rested on his arms, one eye peering from beneath the mop of hair. The bell continued its persistent ringing, though it was now hesitant. Obviously whoever was doing it thought no one was there to help them. The temptation of letting them believe so and perhaps capture some more snoozes was great, but he did not need another warning from his boss about his lack of courtesy to their consumers. Was that what they called them? They weren’t costumers because no one bought the books, only loaned them. He thought readers was a better word, but it really didn’t make sense either.

Ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring! A roll of his eyes and he reluctantly extended himself, making sure he didn’t sigh too loudly. “What a bother, yeah,” he grumbled to himself, and searched around for those accursed eye lenses. How embarrassing that he needed them, but he wasn’t about to humiliated himself in front of a reader – oh sorry, consumers. With a roll of his neck and a shrug of his shoulders, the tall male rounded about the corner, leaving the office he had been sneaking a nap in to meet the person in front of the desk.

“You can stop da ringin’ now, yeah. I be right here,” he said, adjusting the glasses on his face. “Now, how can I be of service?”