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◗Name: Maverick Clyde

◗Gender/Sex: Male

◗Birthday: January 10

◗Age: 12

◗Height/Weight: 4'5"

◗Species: Litten

◗Type: Fire

◗Ability: Blaze

◗Weaknesses/Strengths: -Ground -Rock -Water +Bug +Steel +Ice +Grass +Fairy +Fire

◗Nature/Characteristic: Impish | Quick Tempered

◗Personality:

+Quick Witted +Protective +Determined +/-Extroverted +/-Ambitious +/-Mischievous -Ill tempered -Vengeful -Morally ambiguous

He's a no good, rotten maverick- a bad egg. 10/10 would suggest not letting him hang out with your kids.
Maverick is just a kid. He's playful and full of energy and mischief. He just wants to have fun- and not die. He had to grow up pretty fast on the streets. Maverick thinks on his feet, more than often relying more on instinct than a plan. Not every decision he makes is necessarily "right" morally or otherwise but he can live with that.
His upbringing also left him with a severe distrust of people- adults in particular. The only good adult to Mav is one stupid/kind enough to let him manipulate them. Anyone that crosses him usually finds themself running into inconvenience after inconvenience as he sneakily ruins their day(s).
If he has any great virtue it's his protective instincts. He'll do pretty much anything to keep his companions safe and fed.

◗History:

Maverick was born in a small, slum-like settlement. His parents, either wanting nothing to do with him or unable to care for him, left him on the front steps of the town's dilapidated orphanage. Clyde Orphanage was run by a hospitable old Phanpy that had zero business sense and to no one's surprise it fell apart after the donations stopped trickling in. Maverick was seven years old when he was forced on the street. Luckily, he wasn't alone. Emm Clyde was a few years older and full of all that motherly kindness that you usually see in characters destined to get killed off. The thirteen year old Whimsicott took care of him from day one. She'd work odd jobs for food because stealing is bad- unless your name is Maverick. The limber, dark pelted youngster took to petty thievery like a fish to water. Emm greatly disapproved but not enough to deny the food it helped provide them and the other random orphans that begged in the streets.

At eighteen she decided to make a career change. The last thing Emm wanted was for her young friend to stay on this crime ridden path so she turned to a much more profitable means for getting money. As fate would have it- she wasn't a prostitute long before she oopsed and ended up pregnant with a local shop keeper's child. He was... a decent enough person. He let her live with him and agreed to help provide for their child but he hardly tolerated her rowdy companion. Maverick would usually have to slip into Emm's new home when her 'husband' was away. It wasn't what either of the Clyde kids wanted but... Emm had a bed to sleep in and a means to provide food for Maverick. It was alright.

Now, Maverick's home town wasn't the cleanest placem, it was little more than a slum. People dying of disease was common. Maverick just never expected he'd lose Emm to it. Her strength sapped by her pregnancy, Emm was unable to fight off a nasty case of pneumonia. The shopkeeper was quick to blame 'the disease ridden Clyde' for the death of his mistress. Maverick was on the streets again, but this time he was alone. He was desperate, starving and suffering from the elements. Maybe that's why he didn't even question the shady stranger when he offered the now twelve year old Maverick a job. He didn't figure out it was a rouse until he was drugged, muzzled, and dragged across the countryside. The slaver wasn't quite clever enough, however. The bonds that held Maverick were a bit flammable. He managed to burn himself free of his muzzle and the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles one evening when the slaver's attention was elsewhere. Next he burned down the camp, freeing or perhaps killing the other captives- he was too distressed to really notice them.

It took a three days of walking aimlessly for him to get lucky enough to stumble upon a walled city. Walls can't keep a Clyde out for long I'm afraid.

◗Moveset:

-Ember
-Fire Fang
-Scratch
-Growl
-Revenge

◗Job:

-He is not a very productive member of society :'c

◗Class:

-N/A

◗Extras/Fun facts:

-If you pick him up by his scruff he will scrunch up limply like a kitten.
-Can exert heat from all the red bits on his body- and flames- mostly flames.
-the flames can appear involuntarily in reaction to physical or emotional stress
-the orphans in his home town were usually called "Clyde"s- particularly those that resorted to thievery to survive. "Clyde" is kind of an insult but Mav wears it like a badge of honor.

Description

◗Name: Maverick Clyde

◗Gender/Sex: Male

◗Birthday: January 10

◗Age: 12

◗Height/Weight: 4'5"

◗Species: Litten

◗Type: Fire

◗Ability: Blaze

◗Weaknesses/Strengths: -Ground -Rock -Water +Bug +Steel +Ice +Grass +Fairy +Fire

◗Nature/Characteristic: Impish | Quick Tempered

◗Personality:

+Quick Witted +Protective +Determined +/-Extroverted +/-Ambitious +/-Mischievous -Ill tempered -Vengeful -Morally ambiguous

He's a no good, rotten maverick- a bad egg. 10/10 would suggest not letting him hang out with your kids.
Maverick is just a kid. He's playful and full of energy and mischief. He just wants to have fun- and not die. He had to grow up pretty fast on the streets. Maverick thinks on his feet, more than often relying more on instinct than a plan. Not every decision he makes is necessarily "right" morally or otherwise but he can live with that.
His upbringing also left him with a severe distrust of people- adults in particular. The only good adult to Mav is one stupid/kind enough to let him manipulate them. Anyone that crosses him usually finds themself running into inconvenience after inconvenience as he sneakily ruins their day(s).
If he has any great virtue it's his protective instincts. He'll do pretty much anything to keep his companions safe and fed.

◗History:

Maverick was born in a small, slum-like settlement. His parents, either wanting nothing to do with him or unable to care for him, left him on the front steps of the town's dilapidated orphanage. Clyde Orphanage was run by a hospitable old Phanpy that had zero business sense and to no one's surprise it fell apart after the donations stopped trickling in. Maverick was seven years old when he was forced on the street. Luckily, he wasn't alone. Emm Clyde was a few years older and full of all that motherly kindness that you usually see in characters destined to get killed off. The thirteen year old Whimsicott took care of him from day one. She'd work odd jobs for food because stealing is bad- unless your name is Maverick. The limber, dark pelted youngster took to petty thievery like a fish to water. Emm greatly disapproved but not enough to deny the food it helped provide them and the other random orphans that begged in the streets.

At eighteen she decided to make a career change. The last thing Emm wanted was for her young friend to stay on this crime ridden path so she turned to a much more profitable means for getting money. As fate would have it- she wasn't a prostitute long before she oopsed and ended up pregnant with a local shop keeper's child. He was... a decent enough person. He let her live with him and agreed to help provide for their child but he hardly tolerated her rowdy companion. Maverick would usually have to slip into Emm's new home when her 'husband' was away. It wasn't what either of the Clyde kids wanted but... Emm had a bed to sleep in and a means to provide food for Maverick. It was alright.

Now, Maverick's home town wasn't the cleanest placem, it was little more than a slum. People dying of disease was common. Maverick just never expected he'd lose Emm to it. Her strength sapped by her pregnancy, Emm was unable to fight off a nasty case of pneumonia. The shopkeeper was quick to blame 'the disease ridden Clyde' for the death of his mistress. Maverick was on the streets again, but this time he was alone. He was desperate, starving and suffering from the elements. Maybe that's why he didn't even question the shady stranger when he offered the now twelve year old Maverick a job. He didn't figure out it was a rouse until he was drugged, muzzled, and dragged across the countryside. The slaver wasn't quite clever enough, however. The bonds that held Maverick were a bit flammable. He managed to burn himself free of his muzzle and the ropes that bound his wrists and ankles one evening when the slaver's attention was elsewhere. Next he burned down the camp, freeing or perhaps killing the other captives- he was too distressed to really notice them.

It took a three days of walking aimlessly for him to get lucky enough to stumble upon a walled city. Walls can't keep a Clyde out for long I'm afraid.

◗Moveset:

-Ember
-Fire Fang
-Scratch
-Growl
-Revenge

◗Job:

-He is not a very productive member of society :'c

◗Class:

-N/A

◗Extras/Fun facts:

-If you pick him up by his scruff he will scrunch up limply like a kitten.
-Can exert heat from all the red bits on his body- and flames- mostly flames.
-the flames can appear involuntarily in reaction to physical or emotional stress
-the orphans in his home town were usually called "Clyde"s- particularly those that resorted to thievery to survive. "Clyde" is kind of an insult but Mav wears it like a badge of honor.