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Post by Wren O'Connor on Apr 11, 2018 0:34:43 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lost1"]...Why do I feel the way I do?
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[attr="class","mouths1"]...Arceus, this is so weird.
The statement itself hadn’t been spoken aloud. Obviously enough, at least. Yet...it was still something that crossed his mind even after he spoke as he did, as well as throughout the time that he had found himself waiting for some sort of response or another. Regardless, he found himself idling around at first; merely sparing the neighboring individual a quick glance from the corner after his eye after confirming that he - by no means whatsoever - minded whether or not she chose to take a seat upon the remaining swing towards his flank; both throughout the time that she had remained standing, as well as when she herself welcomed his statement and invitation with a smile and went on to take her own, respective seat. Much like she had intended to within the beginning, the avian gijinka only focused upon her for a short while for several moments before turning his head and attempting to redirect his thoughts and focuses; tilting his head to cast voids of a crimson glow upon the skies above. Although he himself hadn’t chosen to begin swaying within his own swing, he remained thoughtful and active within his own ways, even if they had been rather subtle. As the sparkling girl a small distance away used her own momentum to embark upon the namesake of the chained objects that they occupied, Wren himself merely continued to stare upwards within a thoughtful manner; his wings occasionally fluttering within an absentminded manner, and his tail twitching gently as the longer ends of his own tail feathers grazed and slid against the sands beneath him.
...I guess I have to admit, though, he thought to himself once more, barely sparing a glance her way within a vague manner all the while. ...She’s actually kinda cute~. Don’t exactly know what it is about her, but--
Tick tock. Tickity tock. ...Is the cuckoo sounding yet?
...Oh. Oh, God, it’s happening again-... What am I even thinking…?
And with that thought, the man narrowed his eyes while shaking his head softly; clicking his tongue softly while doing so, and generally attempting to find some other matter to indulge himself within, or distract himself with. Something. Anything. ...Which, in itself, was why he eventually chose to question the one besides him as she did her thing. Albeit; it had been partially to distract him, but...it wasn’t like he was lying, either, though. After all, he was telling the truth when he said that he felt something different from her. Not quite a woman’s intuition, obviously, but...something akin to a legendary’s intuition, per say. An intuition that appeared to be correct, too, once he took note of her response. Yet again, the wings that he maintained shifted and twitched softly behind him - more so in curiosity and interest, rather than absentminded idling that time around - as his gaze lowered to loom upon the hand stretched out before him. He blinked for little more than a moment or so before lifting his attention towards the other gijinka herself.
After a small while, he offered her a smile before unhooking one of his hands to take hers within his own.
”...Maybe a bit of Column A and Column B alike~,” he started off within his own response, chuckling quietly as he took care to hold her hand more firmly for a moment or two for sake of shaking it gently before slowly - and with the tiniest touch of underlying, unknown reluctance - releasing his hand from hers. His eyes loomed upon his hand for but a split second before he glanced back up at her; tilting his head and broadening his smile a faint bit. ”Xerneas, though, huh…? In the flesh and blood~? ...Well, it’s my first time seeing you like this- and in general, I guess. Didn’t think you’d be this cute~.”
Another chuckle amidst a slip of the tongue. ...An absentmindedly unknown slip of the tongue that he didn’t quite take note of, but hey. That was a thing.
Nevertheless, he went on with a gentle hum and first, nodding within an initial response to her returning inquiry. ”...Yeah, though. Guess you could say I’m a legendary too,” he continued on thoughtfully. For a brief moment, he peered over his shoulder and towards the wings that he maintained; twitching them for a third time as he lifted his tail and draped its feathers around and over his lap. ”If it isn’t obvious enough, by all the ice and feathers and stuff...I’m Articuno. Wren O’Connor, if you wanna go by the whole gijinka name, but… Yeah. Articuno. Wren. Artie. Call me whatever floats your boat, I guess.”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Pandora Xu , (the first lowkey flirt)
Eeeeeyup~. Heeeello, there. Guys, Articuno. Articuno, guys~. Or...Wren, actually. Prefers to go by Wren O'Connor nowadays since that's the name he chose to adapt to society with, but...yeah. Either way, have an Articuno. All in all, he's actually a pretty nice guy. Stand up guy, really. The type of person to greet you with a smile, hold the door open for everyone before entering or exiting a room last, and maybe even the type to listen to you and your problems if you needed to vent out. Guy's more or less gentle and tries to act as reasonable and polite as he can, and he's not exactly one for fighting. I mean...he'll fight if need be. He'll unleash frozen Hell on you if he had to. Buuut...he prefers not to~. So yeah. So long as you stay on ice bird's good side, you've got nothing to worry about.[break][break]
...But here's where things get a bit weird, though.[break] In his opinion, at least.[break][break]
See...he doesn't exactly know it right now, but he's being influenced by his host. Hell; his host tried to off himself, but he's actually still in there- and the fact of the matter is that both Wren and his host - a younger boy by the name of Ivan - are merging together. Eeeeever so slowly, but...it's still happening. AAAND BECAUSE THAT'S HAPPENING, Wren himself is getting more and more flirtatious by the day. Again; he has no idea why it's happening as of now, but it still happens. Over. And over again. He realizes it not too long after the flirts fly out of his lips, but when he comes to terms with what he's said, he normally tends to start freaking out and apologizing for whatever he said. ...Even if it was actually pretty smooth and witty. BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT.[break][break]
There's also one other thing that's influencing him because of his host, though, too. Wren's more or less passive to the idea of relationships. Doesn't mind them. Doesn't necessarily wanna be in one, yet at the same time, he ain't necessarily opposed to the idea of being in one, too. Yet...he finds himself gravitating towards someone in particular more times than not. Xerneas, or in other words, Pandora Xu . As of now, he sees her as a friend overall- but unbeknownst to him, the reason why he gravitates to he so often is because of Ivan. As it turns out, Xer's host used to be his host's girlfriend. Aaaand, well...since he's still somewhere in there, that's why he's always drawn to her every time he sees her. Just that lingering romance, and whatnot~.[break][break]
Post by Wren O'Connor on Feb 22, 2018 19:50:52 GMT -6
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[attr="class","lost1"]...Why do I feel the way I do?
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[attr="class","mouths1"]For several moments more, the avian gijinka remained as he was as he sat upon the faintly and vaguely moving seat of the swing set itself; his brows absentmindedly and instinctively furrowing a small bit more as the spikes continuously occurred and struck his mind with an unwelcomed form of pain and discomfort alike. With each spike that brought itself searing through his head, he clenched his teeth softly while rubbing the bridge of his nose a little bit slower and deeply altogether; murmuring lowly to himself under his breath in attempt to cope with the sensation itself overall. Part way through the pain did he bring himself to cease movement altogether; taking care to lean forward within a slight manner in order to plant the tips of his feet - which then transitioned to the entirety of its bottom altogether within little more than several seconds - into the ground as he loosened the hook that his arms held around the chains on either of his flanks. They maneuvered themselves inwards and closer towards his form, and while another pulse found its way within his mind, he gave a soft hiss while softly cradling his head and rubbing his temples in attempt to soothe himself from the pains of unknown origins.[break][break]
Goddammit… he thought with a touch of bitterness; barely allowing his eyes to keep themselves open, though the effort to do so in itself inevitably caused him to cast an unintentional and absentminded glare towards the grounds beneath him as he attempted to recompose himself as best as he could. Kid… I sympathize with you. I really, really do, but this is just ridiculous… His wings twitched within rather erratic and discomforted patterns and motions alike as he bowed his head a little bit more; pressing his fingers further into his temples while continuously rubbing them along his head for sake of comfort, but for little to no avail in the long run. Arceus… If I dunno why the Hell you did what you did, but god almighty-... I’m glad I was able to send you off for that final stretch, but all this is just--[break][break]
”Excuse me?”[break][break]
That. That singular, initial remark seemed to have snapped him from his own thoughts rather instantaneously- but truth be told, that was likely a good thing in the long run. Throughout his latter, self oriented ponders, the man himself had shut his eyes for sake of stress and coping with said stress alike, but upon hearing the second voice - and one that, oddly enough, seemed to ring several bells of familiarity somewhere deeper within him - he opened them slightly yet quickly all the same; focusing his attention upon the ground once more for several moments before lifting his head in order to peer towards where he assumed the source of the voice came from. Crimson voids of his found themselves peering upon the form of a younger looking individual, yet...for some reason or another, she appeared to give off a somewhat unique aura, for lack of better words. One that exhibited a somewhat noticeable aura of importance, and one that he himself recognized whenever he stepped within the general vicinity of other Pokemon - or sometimes gijinkas- of his own, general stature. So...as far as that went, he assumed that she was of similar ilk.[break][break]
...At the same time, however, she seemed to induce a further sense of familiarity within him, even if he hadn’t looked at her for too long by that particular moment.[break] Yet...the longer he looked, the more that feeling grew apparent.[break] Odd, because he could have sworn that he had never seen this person before under any circumstances, but...nevertheless, he found himself staring at her- and in a similar way that she seemed to be staring at him.[break][break]
For a short while the constant spikes coursing throughout his mind seemed to quell themselves for the moment, but in turn, they seemed to be swift to be replaced by another form of pain; one that made itself apparent clear within his heart, and within a rather spontaneous and unceremonious manner alike. However, it had snuck away as quickly as it had surfaced; leaving Wren himself more or less dumbfounded and at a temporary loss for words as he recovered from its impact. Rather than being pained from any more mind shocks that could have occurred following the one within his chest, he found himself mulling over it within his head for a short while, though while doing so, his eyes followed the girl and her gestures as she began speaking once more. He took a little while to allow her comments and inquiries to fully settle in, but by the time they had managed to do so - and after he truthfully looked like somewhat of an idiot after his bout of staring - he blinked before quickly shaking his head and breathing a soft sigh while hooking his arms around the outermost portions of the chains holding his own swing up once more- though in a somewhat limper manner than they had been in comparison to before.[break][break]
”...No, no. Nah, they’re-... I mean… Er...yeah. They’re free,” he started off slowly after several seconds; tripping over his own words throughout his continuous and attempted recovery from his own thoughts, but he nonetheless managed to speak his own mind in the end. With a shake of his head and a twitch of his wings, he peered up at her for a little while more before giving her a more natural and common smile of his, nodding towards the empty swing next to him all the while. ”...Go ahead and knock yourself out~. The more the merrier, I guess~,” he added, and this time with a more lenient and lighthearted chuckle.[break][break]
Following those encouraging and welcoming remarks of his, the winged man kept his gaze upon her for several moments more before slowly pulling himself away from his subtle, mesmerized trance; instead casting his attention upon the various visual effects that she herself seemed to be producing and bestowing upon their general, shared vicinity with what seemed to be little more than her presence alone. Rather curious by the varying degrees and hues of light that she gave off, the legendary himself took care to turn his head softly and subtly while he continuously sat upon his occupied swing seat; taking note of the various specks of different colors scattered across the dimmed grounds of the park itself- and rather vibrantly, as well, despite the fact that it was dimming. While they danced across the earth with each small movement that the other gave - shimmying softly with each gesture - he eyed them with a quiet degree of fascination and appreciation alike before tilting his head to glance over at her for a second time. His feet tapped softly against the sand beneath him as he eyed the antlers atop her own her, though given that a few more moments had passed, he sighed before pushing his feet off of the ground once more in order to gently send him swinging at a slow rate once more.[break][break]
He peered up at the sky again, quirking his lip. ”...Also~... I’m just taking a shot in the dark, here, buuut… You feel different, as weird as it sounds,” he mused out loud, looking over at her from the corner of his eye as he moved lazily through the air. ”And it isn’t every day you see someone sparkling like a literal diamond in the dead of night. ...You wouldn’t happen to be one of the legendaries, too, would you?” he continued on curiously.
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Pandora Xu , (notes here fam)
For the most part, it was a day like any other ever since he arrived in Lyeant, and ever since he made the choice of choosing another host to reside within again. He finished his normal skating classes. Greeted the students, taught the students, waved the students goodbye. The normal routine, really- and once they were gone, he took care to skate around - more or less instinctively, at that - for a good hour or two before taking his leave and going off on his way. By the time he was done that time around, it was already pretty dark, and by the time he was halfway home, the sun had already set a fair amount of time prior.[break][break]
...And even if it wasn’t exactly the wisest idea given the time and place, he eventually caught sight of a nearby park and decided to hunker down for a little while.[break][break]
Truth be told, he didn’t know exactly what drew him towards it, but...in either case, he seemed to float towards it before he so much as realized it. He placed his bag and skates down somewhere on the sidelines before sitting himself down on one of the swings on a swing set; idly hooking his arms around the outer portions of the chain in order to twine his fingers loosely and hold them together in front of his chest as he slowly and slightly swung back and forth. After a small amount of time, he found himself peering up at the dimmed skies; thoughts crossing his mind at a more or less constant rate. He narrowed his eyes and sighed.[break][break]
...Arceus… This is almost kinda annoying to some degree… he thought to himself, shaking his head. A hand of his parted from the other in order to lift and rub his eyes, and he momentarily ceased his idle swinging as he attempted to purge his mind of the varied, and vaguely painful spikes that were occurring at the moment. ...I guess this is what I get for going along with this host, but-... Geez… The Hell did this kid even go through…?”
[attr="class","lying1"]✎ Pandora Xu , (short informal starter but HERE WE GO)
All in all, Wren O’Connor is a rather kind and careful type of individual- or, at the very least, he tries his very best to be as such within the general day and age, and within any and most given scenarios if he can help it. The type to prefer not to be too confrontational, as well as the type to prefer settling things peacefully and without any hassle; it’s more than safe to say that Wren himself is a somewhat more lenient and passive type of person when it can be helped. While some tend to greet others with an outburst of loud energy, he makes sure to stay on the down low for the most part; approaching others with an undeniably social nature, and ensuring that his general front is the farthest from intimidating despite his sometimes pressuring aura. Those that come across him would run a fair chance of being greeted by him with gentle smiles and simple, acknowledging words and greetings; his gentler and kinder natures more than apparent through whatever gestures that he may choose to display within the given moment that he exhibits them. He purposely tends to come off as somewhat of a dork, as well, and such is a fact that seemingly adds to his approachable natures. In the long run, however, one shouldn’t be fooled by how much of a ditz he makes himself to be within most scenarios. Wren and Articuno are one and the same, and it’s his nature as one of several legendaries that’s given him a true sense of knowledge and wisdom beyond the years of those around him. He has truthfully seen more than any other mortal, and equal amounts as his legendary peers.[break][break]
That being said, he holds his title as a legendary true within select scenarios despite the fact that he prefers to be as lenient and easygoing to those around him as much as he possibly can. Grace and approachability are two prominent features of his, though in the event that he feels as if someone around him isn’t acting in an overly just manner, has truthfully negative and borderline harmful thoughts towards others, or other things of similar sorts, then the aforementioned, latter qualities of his would be rather quick to surface. His common kindness would instead be replaced by a challenging degree of sternness, as well as a possible, threatening aura that would rival that of the ones that exhibited towards those around him first; the aforementioned itself burning brightly despite his normally cool demeanor in favor of the victimized or poorly treated. While he himself may be prone to stray away from conflict and confrontation as much as possible, he truthfully doesn’t have any qualms with breaking the chains for better and justified causes- so if you happen to be on the brunt of this legendary bird’s distastes and poorer judgments, then you should best keep an eye on all corners, because he’ll intervene and confront you directly if he deems it necessary to do so.[break][break]
The prior points are more or less a result of Articuno’s own personality, though as of late - specifically since he had inherited his current host and body - he also seems to have inherited several other traits, as well; ones that tend to confuse him and catch himself off guard once he realizes that they make their surface and appearance in general. Within the days of the past, Articuno has always been a kinder individual; one that has no problem in complimenting another if he feels that they deserved it. By no means did this make him a flirt under any circumstances, but the fact of the matter is that - ever since taking hold of his current body - his soul had unknowingly meshed with the soul of the young boy who formerly inhabited the form that he took upon himself. One of the more prominent qualities that he had inherited from the aforementioned teenager was a rather slick, sly, and flirtatious tongue, as well as similar thoughts to accompany as such. Often times, Wren will speak under Ivan’s thoughts and influences - which is the very thing that causes him to talk in such a flirtatious and teasing manner - before pausing, letting whatever he said sink in, and then apologizing profusely and in a confused manner. Most of the time whenever he says such things, he isn’t aware of it until it can’t be taken back, so he tends to catch himself off guard a lot of the time.[break][break]
Alongside this, however, Wren seemed to inherit a more burdening portion of his host’s former and past thoughts; most of which guide along the lines of depression, self worth issues, and identity issues. While Wren himself has no reason to feel such things, the fact of the matter is that the residue amounts of abuse and emotional wear and tear had been inherited by him alongside the body when he had first chosen to take it for himself, and this tends to result in the occasional, downward spike in activity and emotions every so often. It likely won’t happen out of the blue, but if he’s given enough time and silence to himself, then his mood will possibly drop a considerable amount; putting him into a noticeable slump that often takes a while for him to pull himself out of. Truth be told, he’s often able to recover on his own - so he chooses not to burden others in the event that they notice his change in demeanor - and it’s throughout this time that he tends to relive the memories of his host while his soul remains living but dormant within the back of his mind. The memories are often nothing more than flashes, but the impact that they had lingers strong and true within Wren, and it’s this very factor that causes him to have his mood swings; something that confuses and frustrates him all the same, and something that he’s been trying desperately to find the cause of for himself due to being unable to clearly recall enough of his host’s memories to determine why his emotions go out of control so suddenly.
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Abilities
[break] Despite being within the form of a humanoid host, the fact of the matter is that Wren himself is also still Articuno- and it’s due to this fact that he maintains several abilities and features that give way to that very fact within a normal day and basis. The most prominent features giving way towards his identity as one of the three legendary birds would be the pair of icy and feathered wings that spread themselves across the back of his form; stretching out within a similar degree of grace that they would within his original and true build as an avian creature. While he doesn’t quite have a tail within this form, it can be alluded to through the manner in which his hair seems to grow longer towards the back, while the remaining parts of his hair remain shorter and cut cleanly. As per his common color scheme, his hair has also been shifted to a hue of azure upon inheriting his current host’s body, and the same has also been applied to his eyes, as well. While his host’s hair and eyes had initially been black and blue respectively, the shade of his hair had taken a bolder blue - as was just stated - while his eyes inherited a rather bold shade of crimson in order to closer allude towards his true form.[break][break]
When taking a look towards his abilities, the first would likely be the one that alludes to his own, extensively passive pressure. By sole virtue of being a legendary, he’s noticed that his general presence alone tends to catch the eyes of others- even if he doesn’t quite want that to be so. His general aura is one that tends to catch attention, and whether or not people feel fear, intimidation, or other things of the sort is mostly dependant on the person, but should a person be close enough to feel this aforementioned aura, then those qualities - alongside a few others - would likely be felt within his general vicinity. Should he emphasize this power, however, it also tends to become a bit more closer and worthy of its namesake; pressuring those around him - or perhaps even a specific individual, if he focuses upon them - to likely cause a sense of discomfort or intimidation. This often tends to happen whenever his mood drops toward a more serious level, or whenever he’s a bit more pensive within his thoughts- but if the effects are emphasized, then those around him would definitely feel it.[break][break]
Moving on to the primary ability that he’s both more comfortable and prideful of using, one would be able to catch clear and quick wind of the fact that - as per his typing and Pokemon attributes - Wren maintains the ability to create and manipulate ice, and - to an extent within his current form - snowier and cooler natural phenomenons. Be it a simple bunch of ice cubes, or perhaps a light and temporary snowfall, he’s capable of producing ice, frost, and small degrees of fluffy snow at will for whatever reason- and although it could definitely be used for offensive and defensive purposes alike, he tends to prefer to use it for more recreational purposes. First and foremost, he uses it to be able to skate whenever he feels like it - and whenever he doesn’t quite care for venturing too far from the cities - and following that, he’s been known to use it throughout warmer weather to keep both himself and those around him cool and out of the path of heat stroke.[break][break]
Branching faintly from the latter half of his manipulation abilities is the capability to manipulate temperatures to some extent, as well- but within a rather specific manner overall. Given his affinity towards ice, Wren’s presence alone tends to cause an upbringing of chilled temperatures- but in order to counter the chilling temperatures, and to save those around him from a spontaneous and discomforting whenever he so much as walks by, he also maintains another ability that allows him to absorb the chill within a given area; including his own, and also extending out towards any other existing forms of cooler temperatures that may have already existed prior to his arrival. He himself is somewhat of a magnet for cooler temperatures, in this sense. By no means do the chills truly disappear whenever he chooses to put this ability of his to active use; rather, he draws the coldness inwards and absorbs it, in a way. Through use of this, he practically stores the chill within his own body; either using it for his own benefit, taking it away temporarily for the benefit of others, or expelling it outwards at a later time. His resistance towards ice allows him to handle higher uses and dosages of this ability, but even he can prove to fall to excessive chills if he isn’t careful enough.[break][break]
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You do something to me
Prior to Wren himself had been the existence of his own host, of course; a younger boy by the initial name of Christopher Jason del Rosario, and known by his more familiar name of Ivan Kaleo Korigane. Truth be told, Ivan himself hadn’t quite known terribly much about his past due to the fact that he had been abandoned as an infant; long before he could have been able to even try and remember the hospital and facilities that he had been born within; let alone the faces of his parents. Nothing more than a couple of weeks following his birth on March twenty-seventh, his biological parents abandoned him with the intent to leave him for dead; never bothering to look back as they left their son within the boundaries of an alleyway closer to the slums within Johto; specifically within the bounds of Goldenrod City. He was born as a simple human.
Although he himself still hadn’t known even before his dying days and dying breaths alike, Ivan had been of Japanese, British, Spanish, and Filipino descent; his bloodlines consisting primarily of Japanese and British genetics alike.
Due to being left within an alleyway that hadn’t been the cleanest of places, Ivan’s condition rapidly declined within the next day or two, but before it could worsen, he was thankfully found by another woman in her earlier twenties by the name of Leilani Korigane- and a Beartic gijinka, nonetheless. She herself was homeless and constantly roamed around the streets for her own sort of living, but despite her own living conditions, she chose to nurse Ivan enough to get his health up to better standards, and did her best to raise him as her own. She was the one that gave him the name that he knew himself by throughout the duration of his life.
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That I can’t explain
As could be guessed, Ivan grew rather attached to Leilani as a result of the fact that she had been the sole person to look after him. His life was far from the best, but she treated him the best that she could despite their circumstances- and Ivan himself loved her to Hell and back for that. The first half of his childhood was spent on the streets with her, and despite the fact that his pseudo mother figure was likely forced to do less than prideful things for sake of allowing them to live as they did, they managed to make ends meet as the years passed on- even if it was by a thin margin, more times than not.
By virtue of being raised on the streets, Ivan grew up to be cunning and untrusting of others except for Leilani herself. Having been on the streets for a year or so prior to finding him, Leilani had picked up several skills that allowed her to live a little bit easier on the streets, despite how it put her at somewhat of a greater risk sometimes; one of those skills being pickpocketing. Early on within Ivan’s childhood, she hadn’t taught him directly how to do so, but he himself learned how to pickpocket after watching her from afar. Although she wasn’t quite proud of it, Ivan began to use his image as a child to his advantage; luring various adults in and engaging them into conversations and interactions to distract them as he shuffled through their hanging bags, pockets, and other things of the sort before slicking off on his way. The majority of his street life consisted of these types of minor cons.
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So would it be out of line
Throughout the time that he grew older, Ivan had, of course, been heavily influenced by Leilani. Although their standards of living weren’t the best, she still did her best to give her informally adoptive son the best life that she could, and it was through this sole goal that she introduced him to the former hobbies that she herself used to indulge within prior to running away from her own family. Being of primarily Japanese and Hawaiian Alolan bloodlines herself, she had an intense affinity towards traditional hula dances, and had brought it upon herself to teach Ivan how to dance within a similar manner in order to give him some form of fun despite their desperate measures and lifestyles. Dancing became a common hobby, interest, and past time of theirs, as well as something that they turned to when the going got rough.
Another one of her more favored hobbies had been ice skating, so around the time that he was three years of age, she brought it upon herself to use a little bit of the extra cash that they had set aside in order to buy a pair of skates for the two of them within the winter season. In the same year, she took Ivan to the public skating rinks that were set up during during the aforementioned season; bringing it upon herself to teach him how to skate after he showed immense interest in it. Throughout the years, he actually showed a great degree of skill and promise alike on the ice despite not being formally trained, and Leilani herself watched with a gleeful pride as she and her adoptive son made it a more or less annual tradition to return to the ice rinks at night time whenever winter rolled around so the two of them could skate together.
While waiting for the cooler temperatures to roll around, Leilani also supplied Ivan with the occasional book whenever she could; the books themselves ranging from shorter books to reasonably lengthened novels all the same. She taught him how to read and write, as well as to do somewhat advanced forms of select and standard subjects that would be taught in school, as she herself had actually been a rather good student herself before she left home. It was because of this that, despite being homeless for the first half of his life, Ivan was actually rather well read and knowledgeable for a kid who lived his kind of lifestyle.
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If I said, “I miss you”?
At eight years of age, Ivan’s life took a turn for the worse as he and Leilani were leaving the ice rinks one winter evening. On the way back to the area that they temporarily set their belongings in, they came across somewhat unstable and mentally disturbed man. Leilani attempted to talk the man away while pulling Ivan aside, but they were quick to notice and realized that he was armed with a gun. As could be guessed, he demanded for them to give him all of the valuables that they had on him; something that they did. Even then, however, he kept pressing and pressuring them to give him more, and after Leilani attempted to throw him off, the man ended up shooting her dead in the heart. The shooter froze up and panicked before running off with their belongings.
For a short while, Ivan was left with a bleeding and dying Leilani, and had eventually been find by the nearby police due to the gunshot that rang across the district. By the time that they arrived, however, Leilani had already bled out too much, and had died from both the blood loss and the wound all the same. With a good amount of effort, the authorities managed to take Ivan away from her body in order to take it away, and it was that night that he inherited the Pokemon that she herself had.
After being sent to the hospital to check for any possible injuries, as well as to help him through the trauma of the scenario for a short while, Ivan was sent to an nearby orphanage to be looked after by its respective caretakers for several years afterwards.
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I see your picture
From the day that he arrived at the orphanage, Ivan kept himself extremely secluded from the other children. When the others were out playing and interacting with one another, he normally kept himself in his room; only ever really coming out in order to eat, talk with the caretakers if he had to, and do other things of necessity.
The time that he spent in his lonesome was, for the most part, dedicated to the hobbies that Leilani had brought him into, as well as his own, personal studies. On top of the minor tutoring and teachings that the caretakers gave the children, Ivan took it upon himself to continue reading as many books as possible - and had even gone through all of the books available at the orphanage itself - during his free time. Despite the social nature he inherited later on, he vastly preferred his own lonesome at the time, and often strayed away from others in order to focus on his own activities.
At a certain point, Ivan began to grow an affinity towards creative writing, regardless of whether it was through stories, poetry, or other things of the sort. It grew to become a rather high passion of his while he grew older, but ultimately, it was used as a coping mechanism to escape from reality, in a way. He wasn’t quite content with how his life had ended up thus far, so for sake of settling his mind, he took it upon himself to create his own worlds and universes on paper in order to escape to a more sufficient and happier plethora of worlds in his loneliness and losses.
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I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine
Through the years, he continued to pickpocket others throughout the few, rarer times that he did venture out. He used the money obtained to keep updating his pair of skates with the more that he grew, and also continued his annual trips to the skating rinks during the evening while doing so. He honed his skating skills on his own with the passing years due to the fact that no one had really given him enough attention and interest to consider adopting him- even through the next seven years after coming to the orphanage.
When he was fourteen, a man by the name of David Hollens found him at the rink one night. Ivan saw him and grew cautious, but for the next nights afterwards, he noticed that he kept coming back. Eventually, David managed to wear him down enough to pull him into conversations; asking him about anything and everything from how old he was, where he was from, and how long he had been skating. The truth of the matter was that David was more or less interested in Ivan’s skating potential despite not quite being an ice skater himself, and he wanted to use his talent to better his image.
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You have only been gone ten days
The following year at age fifteen, David met with Ivan again to continue the conversations that they had beforehand, but at a certain point, Ivan took note of the fact that he stopped visiting several days after he began to visit the ice rinks again. It made him curious, but he paid little mind to it; thinking that he simply left to tend to his own life.
A few days later, the caretakers at the orphanage let him know that he had a visitor part way through the day. Although confused as to who it could be, he went out after a little while, and was somewhat surprised find David waiting for him towards the entrance. He came with the intent of adopting him and giving him a home over in Lyeant, where he himself lived.It took a little bit of effort and thought over a few days, but ultimately, Ivan decided that he would be fine with the notion. Before the year rolled over, he was officially adopted by David and taken back to Irisia, where he was then given a proper skating instructor, as well as a couple of private tutors to further improve his knowledge and education. Alongside that, he opted to get himself a job in order to support himself, and because of that, he became a waiter at a somewhat higher end restaurant by the name of the Ionic Serenade.
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But already I am wasting away
Things were tolerable in the beginning, but as time progressed on, Ivan himself gradually discovered that David’s intents weren’t’ quite as wholesome and justified as he thought they were. While he had put up a kinder front when first adopting him, the truth of the matter was that David himself was nothing more than a somewhat corrupt and arrogant businessman who simply wanted to better his image in the eyes of his peers. His true intentions were to first and foremost adopt Ivan in order to gain credit within the eyes of others for taking a broken down boy like himself into his so called “graces”, and to simply further the credit by training him up to be a successful figure skater- which was something that he did, and something that was apparent through the number of skating competitions that he managed to win not too long after moving to Lyeant. However, by the time that he realized that, it was far too late to back out, so Ivan was stuck in that specific situation.
David also proved to be rather abusive in multiple senses. Whenever Ivan so much as made a minor mistake, he was aggressively condemned and ridiculed; put through intense amounts of physical and emotional torment first and foremost, as well as several other things that scarred him throughout the remainder of his life. It was around that time that Ivan began struggling with his depression on an even deeper degree; resulting in somewhat constant bouts of self harm on top of many other actions and thoughts that brought his general demeanor at an all time low. David convinced him that he was nothing more than a tool, and despite the fact that he really did want to deny that thought, some part of it became a reality to Ivan. He eventually saw himself as someone of little to no value, which then brought him to have many internal struggles about why he even bothered, how much he mattered as a person, and other things of the sort.
Ivan was there for the war that occurred, but he managed to survive throughout the conflict. David, on the other hand, didn’t. After being caught in the crossfire, David himself died, which left Ivan alone once more for a short span of time. Rather than being put back into the system for a second time, however, his figure skating coach - a man named James Reinquist - took it upon himself to take him in himself, rather than put Ivan through the trouble of having to stay in another orphanage on his own. From there on, his life took a tiny incline towards better things, but overall, he was still beaten and battered to the point where his own, deeper thoughts about himself wouldn’t quite be reversed. After a little bit of convincing and gentle prying, James managed to get Ivan to open up about his life with David and his constant abuse, and once he did so, he signed Ivan up for therapy sessions in attempt to help him recover.
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I know I’ll see you again, whether far or soon
Soon after his first official year in Lyeant, Ivan simply continued on within his life within an idle and mostly robotic and routinely manner; his social skills having improved more or less by force due to the amount of attention that he had received after winning a variety of skating competitions. His sly nature was naught but a mask for what dwelled within for the most part; a coping mechanism for the depression and self loathing instincts that remained within. However, his mood improved a little bit more after he met a younger girl that hadn’t been too much younger than he was at the time. Her name was Yue Hai Xu, and she appeared to be just as much of a flirt as he was- which was part of the reason why they hit it off so quickly. The two of them grew close within a matter of months, and it only took a shorter while before they began a relationship together.
Through the time that they were together, Ivan managed to get her to open up more and more, while she managed to do the same with him. There came a time when he attempted to take his own life, but once that attempt in itself failed, he opted to hold off on those kinds of thoughts as best as he could for sake of staying with Yue. By that point, they more or less became one anothers’ lifelines- but truth be told, he was more or less fine with that so long as it meant that he’d be able to stay by her side, since she was pretty much the only person really keeping him emotionally anchored at the time.
One day, however, Ivan found that Yue had ventured wherever without so much as a comment or warning. Needless to say, he was worried and noticeably frantic following the discovery, and he himself attempted to look for her with the intent of bringing her home.
There came a day when he did find her- or he thought as much, at least. She looked a little bit different, but he recognized her rather quickly and greeted her with the beginnings of a smile and a plethora of screams and scolds, but after a small amount of time had passed, he realized that it wasn’t quite her. It was her body. Her appearance. Yet...the person inhabiting it was different. That was the day that he discovered that the one dwelling within Yue’s body had been another; the soul of the legendary Xerneas, specifically. According to Xerneas, Yue was found on hope’s path; poisoned, frail, and dying. He found out that Xerneas took it upon itself to inhabit the body and purge it of its toxins while simultaneously giving Yue a peaceful departure; something that he himself had intensely mixed feelings about.
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But I need you to know that I care, and I miss you
Ivan did his best to cope with the matter for the next few days, but a little bit over a week later, he felt as though everything was a bit too much for him. With no one else to hold him back at the time, he waited until he was completely alone before taking another try at taking his own life. Like he had done the first time, he ventured over to Firefly Springs during the winter; walking across the iced over surfaces of the water before breaking a hole and jumping in. He purposely swam a bit further from the hole and released his breath before inhaling the water, drowning himself.
It was around this time that Articuno came around and found him, albeit on a whim. He made it a habit to travel the regions throughout winter on his own volition throughout the times that he lacked a host, and a little while after Ivan jumped in, Articuno happened to fly over the surface in time to see him floating against the ice from below. He was quick to see him, and once he did, he fluttered down and parted the ice in order to retrieve him. By the time that he took Ivan out, he was already unconscious and barely alive. After a little bit of thought, he decided to use the body as his next host in order to give the boy a peaceful and quiet passing overall.
Soon after inheriting the body, he began to experience small memory spikes from Ivan himself; something that still continues on to this day. As of now, it’s more of an unpleasant shock rather than a surprise, but he simply attempts to ride them out despite the impact that they have on him. He believes that it’s somewhat of a repercussion for choosing to take the body for himself, but unbeknownst to him, it’s due to the fact that, although dormant, Ivan’s conscience still remains deeper within his mind. It’s because of this that his own personality traits seem to be gradually melding with Articuno’s, as well.
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.