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Description
Chase Johansson, Old Man
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Name: Priam
Age: 536, looks 36
Gender: he/him, they/them acceptable
Pokémon: Spiritomb
Height: 6’3”
Birthday: May 13th, 1486
Home Island: Amusement Archipelago, G7
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Personality:
Positive: patient, reliable, honest
Neutral: empathetic, credulous, hesitant
Negative: asocial, disorganized, temperamental
Priam can be a difficult person to get close to in some circumstances, but in the right setting he is easy to get along with. At heart, he is a gentle soul who is content even if all he has is the familiarity of sheep pokemon, a field, and somewhere to rest his head at the end of the day. He has no problem sitting in the pasture for an entire day watching the pokemon go about their business, and usually describes such a day as being a success. Because of this, he also has no trouble waiting patiently for someone else to do or say something. There is never a rush in his life. Not after so many years. On the chance he does make a friend, and promises to do something or be somewhere for them, he will do his absolute best to keep his word. There are exceptions, but he is sure to be upfront about those when making such an agreement. Honesty is generally very important to him, as so much of his past is a mystery that he wants to be clear about the present, for better or worse.
Because he has so many of his own struggles, he does his best to be understanding of the troubles or triumphs of those around him, and shows great empathy for those he is around. This can sometimes backfire on him if he is around too much negativity, but it makes the positive moments that much nicer to share as well. Unfortunately, he has been around so long, and spent so much time outside of society, that it can be easy to convince him of things when he doesn’t understand something. This can be for good or bad, as he is easy to teach, but also easy to mislead. Due to that fact, sometimes he can be a bit hesitant if something seems too easy or too difficult, or if something sounds too good to be true. This is also both good and bad, as that hesitation can cause him to miss out on good moments while also saving him from potential negative situations.
Priam has never been very confident around large gatherings of people, and usually grows quite nervous in such scenarios. He does not at all enjoy cities, and even places like Raccolto’s town square can be overwhelming for him. This has led to him becoming quite asocial, and tending to keep a distance from anything more than a couple of people at a time. Generally speaking, when it comes to his own daily life and work, he is an organized person, but in the moments when he is overwhelmed that organization can go right out the window. In his flustered state, he cannot keep track of schedules or even what has and hasn’t been completed on a particularly bad day. If that headspace persists, or if he is around too many people at once or too much negativity, he can become a bit temperamental and lash out either in anger or fear. This usually leads to him fleeing to find a quiet area to calm down, which is especially effective when he can be near his sheep. These things rolled into one are one more reason for his asocial tendencies, and while he knows they are not necessarily a good thing, he considers them a survival tactic.
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History:
1520s, Sinnoh
The whispers… That was the first thing he remembered hearing, when he woke, before he’d even opened his eyes. Multitudes, so close to his ears, hushed and distant but absolutely present. They murmured warnings and welcomes, and his stomach had twisted as he blinked awake to discover he was alone. He had slowly sat up to find himself in a strange bed and room he had never seen before. He didn’t even know who he was, much less where.
What Priam was told by the man he found further into the house was that he’d been found in the freezing cold snowbank of a graveyard and had been carried in to try and save. In the midst of bringing him out of the graveyard, the man claimed he had seen Priam take on the features of a Spiritomb before his very eyes as the spirits of the area seemed to gather within him. He didn’t know who Priam was, or how he’d been there, but he was willing to help him. With no other choice, and no memory to contradict the tale, Priam accepted, and they settled on a name for him to go by. In his ear, a voice whispered to him that the man was a liar, but he brushed it off… He’d been saved, after all.
1530s-1580s
Over the next few years, Priam learned to tend to the sheep pokemon the man, Johan, kept around his land. It had taken some time, the Pokemon seeming to shy away from him initially, as though they could sense the strange energy in the orbs of light hovering around him and dancing in his hair. Gradually, though, they grew used to him, and he found comfort in the quiet simplicity of standing or sitting in the field with a staff to keep an eye on them. He especially loved caring for the newborn mareep and wooloo, the clumsy, excitable things they were.
The little whispers did not cease as the years went on, and he learned slowly to ignore them. He’d picked up on the fact that only those very physically close to him in a moment could hear them, and in general he did not get that close to others, so responding when anyone else was around usually just got him looks of bewilderment. Even Johan seemed to keep his distance, and sometimes Priam felt like he caught Johan giving him strange looks. He sometimes felt like a specimen being studied, but part of him wanted to blame the voices hovering around him for convincing him of that (he hoped) falsehood. He’d come to realize through a bit of research that those voices were the souls that apparently made up his form, the same little orbs of light that hovered about him. Some of them were kind, looking out for him, but others seemed cruel, urging him to say unkind things he could not dream of uttering. Those, especially, were ignored even when he was alone, though this did not make them any kinder.
As time went on, Johan and Priam realized that Priam was not aging like everyone else around them. He had always eaten and slept somewhat out of habit rather than need, and seemed to be the same mid-thirties man that he’d been over a decade prior.. This was alarming to Priam, who had only recently begun venturing into the small nearby town to try and socialize. He’d finally begun to feel like he could be a person again, even with his past still a large question mark. The realization that he had not aged at all caused him to withdraw again, to spend more time among the sheep and even less at home than he had before. It troubled him, and when his moods dipped, he found the unkind voices were often more volatile. It was easier to stay away.
Years passed, Johan grew old, and Priam did not. Eventually, Priam asked Johan if he could entrust the sheep Pokemon to someone else. It was too hard for him to watch the world keep moving when he remained the same. He wanted to see more of it, to learn if he was alone in this apparent curse.
1580s-1600s
Travel sadly did not help him. Only a few years into his journeys he received word that Johan was in trouble. He hurried home, only to learn that the man had been accused of some horrible crime after being caught trying… something involving what Priam could only call an attempt at magic to lengthen his life. The proof was all there, and yet more was uncovered in the search of the man’s home— including some strange diagrams that seemed to be himself. Slowly, Priam realized Johan had not been the innocent farming friend he’d assumed all those years. The whispers warning him to be careful and accusing the man of lying all suddenly made sense.
In a daze, Priam ran, needing to be anywhere but there. Cities and towns were too loud, too easy to lose track of what was a voice in his ear and what was someone speaking behind him. His temper had always flared more easily as he got overwhelmed in crowds. He fled to the forests, finding solace in the quiet of nature, the calm peace of the trees and bushes and pokemon there. Eventually, he found his way back to the graveyard where it had apparently all begun, and he caught himself wandering and studying the names on the stones. None of them seemed familiar. None of them were his. He was still without any real answers, except that Johan had apparently had more of a hand in his awakening than he had realized. He found a place to rest there, in an old mausoleum, and tucked himself away.
1600s-1900s
For many years, he became almost a cryptid of the area, avoiding people and keeping to the graveyards and forests. Eventually, he traveled again, though he still found himself steering clear of the settlements. Decades and centuries passed this way, and Priam lost track of time more than once, sometimes hiding out, which he called ‘going underground,’ for a decade or more to rest and returning to the world in a haze afterward.
1900s-2020s
Technology baffled him, once it began to explode and develop, and he strayed further and further trying to find anywhere quiet and calm. There were so many people everywhere… Eventually, he found another like himself— at least somewhat— who had passed on and found themselves alive once more as a ghost. Out of character for him, he latched almost desperately onto the friendship with her, this fellow ghost woman named Mirelle, and he was grateful she was incredibly kind to him. The little soul orbs also seemed to (mostly) like her as well. She told him about her home, a place called Raccolto, where their sort of thing was apparently more common, and told him he may find answers there, if he went. Planes terrified Priam, so he opted for a boat to get him to the island chain to see what could be discovered. Mirelle went back to her home islands with him, told Priam he could have a plot of land to himself, and even raise sheep pokemon if he liked. The warmth of familiarity that welled in his chest at that news was nearly enough to make him weep.
Present
With Mirelle at his side, only a few belongings, and a great deal of trepidation, Priam set off for his next journey, hoping it could be one that would lead him to a place he could finally call home.
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Ability: Infiltrator - This Pokemon passes through an opponent’s barrier to strike.
Moveset: Burning Jealousy, Lash Out, Protect, Calm Mind
Job: Rancher
Ranch Name: Whisperwool Ranch
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Starter Race: Pichu
Starter’s name: Grim
Starter’s gender: male
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Talents:
- Very good with pokemon after so many years tending to them
- Skilled at pencil drawings of still life or observational style diagrams
- Can fall asleep quickly and for a long time if he needs it
- Can sit in the same place for an extremely long time (days, if needed) without moving.
Fun Facts:
- The whispers he hears are real, from the spirits that make up his Spiritomb soul (not mental illness), they are just so faint others usually cannot make them out. He sometimes talks with them when he is alone. He has tried to pick out individual souls, but they never stay consistent enough for him to do so easily.
- This man is terrible at storytelling, -7/10 do not sit around a campfire for it, you will waste your time
- Does not and refuses to own a cellphone or computer. Cannot and will not drive.
- LOVES to read history books and make notes about inconsistencies from what little he remembers of old societies. Also enjoys westerns and secretly likes romance novels. Most of what he has gathered about how people work in the modern day is from reading fiction, leading to mixed results.
- Collects records and movies and books in general. Often has soft music playing through his house.
- He has never looked very far into this side of himself because People are Hard, but he is demi-gay.
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