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Abilities
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- By virtue of being a Talonflame gijinka, he has the wings of the aforementioned Pokemon; enabling him to fly and glide.
- He's capable of minor fire manipulation and fire production.
- He has a higher resistance to fire and heat in general.
- He can cause his body heat to fluctuate to his own benefit; making it a little bit warmer, or much warmer depending on the temperature at the time.
End of ability listings; biography begins beyond the next header.[break][break]
This one’s a fighter
Alright, hold up. I know who you are, and all, but just...hold up for a sec. Arm’s being a little bitch. That’s more or less my priority right now, so if you’ll just give me a moment-...[break][break]
Aaaand… Alright…[break]
...Alright. I guess that’ll do for now.[break][break]
Okay, well...without further ado, then… It’s...nice to meet you, I guess. My name is Haven. Haven Hakaryu Kyoujii if you wanna get technical with it, but...Haven or even Ven is perfectly fine, too. About twenty-four years ago on May seventh, I was born here in Lyeant. ...Over in the slums of Veherna, where I spent the first five years of my life. Dad’s name was Francois Shouji Kyoujii. Mom’s was Kazuko Oxford. Both were from Unova and Kanto respectively, and moved here to Lyeant, obviously. Dad...was a bit of a messed up guy. Not mentally or anything, but...as far as his act went. He was a nice and good guy for the few years that I knew him, but he apparently turned into a bit of a drunkard a bit after moving to Lyeant. It started off with his alcohol addiction, then after a while, he started dabbling a bit in drugs. Our family wasn’t exactly the wealthiest at the time, so...he kinda put us in debt with the things that he bought whenever he visited his suppliers in Trubbish Town. He played it off like everything was fine, though. Mom actually had no idea that he was doing what he was doing, or that he was putting us into even more debt on his part by gambling to try and make up for the debt. ...And, I mean...let’s just say that his luck wasn’t the best.[break][break]
Mom died when I was two. I don’t remember much about her, but...I know that she definitely didn’t deserve the way that she went out. It was supposed to be a warning threat to Dad; showing him what would happen to him next if the gangs that he kept getting his drugs from didn’t get their money soon- and although he tried to do his best to reverse everything that he
could reverse, his best wasn’t exactly good enough. Being the tiny two-year-old I was at the time, I had no idea what was happening whenever he freaked out and broke down at home - and why he cried when I asked about where Mom was, which I feel really sorry about now - but he really did try his best. He tried to clean his act up within that first year. Got a job. Made as much money as he could, but...by the end of the year following Mom’s death?[break][break]
...Bang.[break][break]
He died, too. Same way as Mom did- except I was actually there to see it that time around. We were out walking, around after doing a bit of shopping, and it just...happened so quickly. One moment, we turn a corner and see some passing cars. The next, there’s all these bangs coming from one of them. Then before I know it, Dad’s down. Fallen. Bleeding. And I’m just next to him; crying and shaking him as everyone around us is screaming and calling the cops while those gang members speed off like their lives depended on it.[break][break]
...There was this woman who heard about Dad’s death, though. Someone that Dad knew. See...after Mom died, but
before Dad cleaned up his act, he apparently had a night of weakness or something like that. Had to cope. So...he went to the bar one night. Met a girl. They apparently hooked up, and that woman happened to get pregnant. By the time he died, she already had her own kid- my sister, Sianna. Sianna Akaruki Rehnquist. Had her take after her own maiden name, since...she wasn’t married or in a relationship or anything like that. Asked some of her friends to help her with her middle name to serve as a tribute to Dad, though. But in any case...she heard about what happened on the news. After that happened, she contacted the cops and other authorities. She talked things over, signed a few papers, talked more things over… And after a while, she ended up adopting me at age three- but only for a few months while doing her best to raise Sianna at the same time. I got no hard feelings towards her or anything. She was a single mother that didn’t really earn enough to sustain herself on top of two kids at the time, so it was really the best thing to do for all of us at the time. Sianna and I actually keep in contact with her from time to time. She’s a pretty nice person, and thankfully has a better grip on her life now.[break][break]
But yeah… She did her best with us for the first few months, but it came to a point where she had to give us up for adoption. So...we got sent over to an orphanage. Lived there for a while, actually. Like...around two years or so, if my memory’s right. Maybe three, but no more than that. There was a lot of other kids there, too, obviously. Some of them were nice, but others weren’t. A lot of the time, they’d pick on Sianna as she grew up, and I remember getting on their cases so quickly to try and defend her, so...I was kind of a troublemaker at the time. It was because of that and the fact that the few couples who took interest in adopting only took interest in
one of us, and never really had the heart to separate us after seeing how attached I was to Sianna, and vice versa. So, the years passed after that. One year. Two years. Then there was another couple who was willing to take both of us in, thankfully.[break][break]
Both from Johto, but their parents were both from Unova- and everyone from their families had already moved to and settled down in Lyeant. Jason Jacobis and Veronica Jacobis are their names- though Veronica’s maiden name was Devereaux. The two of them were pretty young when they first adopted us. Jason at around twenty-five, and Veronica at about twenty-four or so. They weren’t ready to actually have kids themselves, so...they decided to adopt us first instead. Both Sia and I were really iffy about that at first despite how young we were. Even after they showed us kindness, got us enrolled into school, and did all the other stuff that I’m really thankful for now for us, I just-... I was prejudiced. Prejudiced and scared. Sianna was always clinging to me and hanging around me, and because of that, I was always attaching to myself and keeping her safe from anything I thought would threaten her- including Jason and Veronica. But...thankfully, they were patient with us, and patient with me especially. Instead of being overly stressed and yelling at us, they earned our trust the calm way. They gave us our time and distance as was needed, and...at some point, we let ourselves open up. And you know what? ...It was actually a good time. A really good time.[break][break]
They’ll never be our biological parents for sure, but...they still fill the part really well to this day. They gave us what we needed. Gave us the care that a kid should have; the attention that a kid should have; the
home and environment that a kid should have. ...And again, that helped us to open up to them. Through the years, they encouraged us to also get into a few hobbies that we actually still keep up with to this day. We both went to school, and during our free time, Sianna and I both took up dancing. We both also took up martial arts, but I took taekwondo, while she took up karate. I took up parkour, while she took up gymnastics. When we hit highschool, we both snagged spots in the girl’s and guy’s dance teams on top of joining the hip hop club. She took a spot on the girl’s varsity volleyball team, and I got on the boy’s varsity basketball team through freshman and sophomore year. From ages five or six up until sixteen - for me, at least - things...actually began running pretty smoothly. Life was nice. Eventful. I had my handful of achievements from dance and basketball alike through my first two years in highschool, but… Then things took another change since not all things are that easy. ...Never are.[break][break]
Sia and I-... We...were on our way home from school. After practice, since our sports ended at around the same time. So...we walked home together. Talked. After being adopted, we were glad to move out of the deeper parts of the slums, and all,, but...we still resided in the general area. Our home was in the upper half of it by then, but because of the way the roads worked, and where our specific school was located, we had to pass between the ‘border’ that separated the upper half from the lower half. Each day, we had to pass by the old places that we used to see back when we were in the orphanage, and we watched out for each other to make sure the two of us stayed safe as we passed through. There was one day in particular when I was about sixteen - which made Sianna fifteen at the time - when there were these two guys. They looked normal, but...they had these odd auras about them. Like...you’d look at them and you’d feel irked. They seemed like they were minding their own businesses, though, so...we just continued on. Passed by cautiously. And it seemed like everything was fine after that, but a few blocks later - and just a few blocks away from home - we came across them again. They intercepted both of our paths. Restrained me before I could do anything. Restrained Sianna before
she could do anything. Covered our mouths before we could
say anything- and with chloroform cloths, if I had to guess. Sianna got knocked out pretty quickly. I held my breath and tried to struggle, but...that just ended up in the guy that had his hold on me punching me in the face. Pretty hard, too. Got knocked out on the spot, and after that, I dunno how much time passed after that.[break][break]
...All I know is that I woke up in a darker place. A basement, specifically; something that I found out
after Sianna and I were taken from scene. I dunno
how much time passed after we were taken down there. All I could really focus on was-... Well, not that much. My focus was too fazed by then. But...one of the first things that I realized was that I was laying down, first off. Second thing was that it hurt like Hell; mainly where the guy punched me, and then...over towards my right shoulder. And then the third thing?[break][break]
...The third thing was that I felt like something was missing.[break]
...And something was more than missing.[break[[break]
It was chopped off, more like it. I tried to move my arms at first. Left one moved more or less fine, even if it was a bit pained. Then I tried with the right one, and just...found that it was gone. Chopped off, but...thankfully, it was just from beneath the elbow joint and down. It was cauterized by the look of it, too, so there wasn’t that much bleeding… But I still saw the bloodstains on the table next to me, and on the ground below along that small degree and space that I managed to see when I leaned over. It hurt. A lot. To say that I panicked would’ve been an understatement, and honestly, I almost puked when I first saw all of it. After a bit longer, I looked around. Saw that I was hooked up to a few things. There was an anesthesia mask hanging on some kinda rack next to me, and if I had to have said anything at the time, I would’ve guessed that I was in some kinda makeshift hospital room.[break][break]
A darker… Eerier… And...not so clean hospital room.[break][break]
Once I got my thoughts together,
that was when I panicked a bit more. Started out with a hyperventilating spree. Then I started murmuring. After a bit, I looked around again. Listened a bit more. When I managed to get my senses together while still freaking out, I heard Sianna calling out to me, so I just...looked over to the right of the room where her voice seemed to be coming from. She was locked in a cell of sorts. Sitting down with her knees to her chest, and...crying. She was crying, and I asked her what happened. Why she was crying… Not why she looked so distressed, since I was assuming that she was there - awake and all - and watching when one of those guys basically took my arm. No, she didn’t exactly explain why she was looking like that in any case, but… She did tell me what was going on in general.[break][break]
Long story short? The guys that took us were a bit sick and messed up in the head. Former doctors and surgeons, which...explained the basement setup, and how it seemed like they knew what they were doing. On top of that, they apparently had cannibalistic tendencies, so… You can guess why they took us. And...where my arm went while the guys were upstairs. In the kitchen at the time.[break][break]
...And one of the guys came down after a while. Probably after they noticed that I woke up, and after they heard the two of us talking. It’s the logical thing to assume since the guy - the same one that knocked me out - started screaming at us to shut up and quiet down. Which...of course, we didn’t. We refused to until it was a bit too late, and realized that we made a mistake. We realized it when the guy screamed even more before calming down and seemingly started bottling his anger up while making his way over to Sianna’s cell. Unlocked it. Opened it right up. Made his way straight over to her. She knew what was about to happen, but I didn’t exactly realize it until he put his hands on her and just-...[break][break]
…[break][break]
Just-... It’s… It’s something I don’t wanna talk about. At all. But...he had his hands on her. And she was pleading for him to let her go. But he didn’t. ...And I had to watch. ...So let’s just leave it at that.[break][break]
She was crying again when it was over with. Just...unresponsive when I tried to grab her attention. Nothing. Nothing, so I just looked over to that guy as he made his way over to me after that. Had another screaming match with me to try and make me shut up- which I obviously didn’t again, even though I could tell that he was getting angrier and angrier by the second. See, he got pissed, so I watched as he reached over to the anesthesia mask that was hanging a little while away. He secured it on my face. Made sure it was all good and dandy. Aaaand then...boom. Knocked me back out again forcefully for extra measure.[break][break]
I came to for a second time, but...that time around, I was in the hospital, by the looks of it. Judging by the brighter and cleaner look of the place. I was laid down in the bed. No restrains, so...I tried moving my arms again. The left one was still there, but...I knew it all wasn’t all a dream since the right one wasn’t. Thankfully knew where I actually was, but the memories of what happened came back to me, so I just-... I just panicked again. Broke down. Then I heard these other voices coming closer, and these footsteps coming closer, too.[break][break]
Those other voices… Those other people. The nurses. The doctors. They managed to calm me down enough to get me to listen to them. Told me that I was at the hospital- which only confirmed what I thought. Explained the general situation to me. ...Confirmed what happened to my arms and whatnot. Filled me in on where my sister was, and how she was doing.[break][break]
Then...came the interviews with the police. According to them, they managed to get Sianna out relatively well. No missing limbs, or physical impairments, or...anything like that. Just...mental trauma. She was in shock and depression, so she visited the therapist for a while to help her pull through it. Once her first session was over, and when our adoptive parents heard that I was awake and came over, they explained what happened. Again, told us about the guys that took us. Told us about their prior occupations. Told us about what happened over in the slums, and all. One of the guys apparently tried to revolt and died in the process. The other got arrested, and he’s...still pretty much in the slammer to this day.[break][break]
...Again. I was sixteen when that happened. Sianna, fifteen. We were young. ...Really young. Because of what happened, I asked to be taken out of school. Wanted to be homeschooled instead. Sianna continued her schooling over in the public, but...she switched schools, and we moved out of the slums in general past that. So, we moved over to the Western District for a while, and still live there to this day. Through the next three years, I just...made the most I could do with my impairments. Which honestly wasn’t that much to begin with at first, but...I pulled through. Had to take weekly trips back to the hospital for checkups within the first year, then trips every other week throughout the next two afterwards for checkups and whatnot. It became routine. Bland. But I just...went with it. There wasn’t much I could do, after all.[break][break]
A while after I turned nineteen, though… We went to the hospital like we normally did, though. There was...another guy that we met. Seemed to be a guy who was visiting on behalf of another person. Maybe for sake of checking up how someone was doing, but...in any case, he was still there. Still there, and...well, he noticed me. Both Sia and I noticed that
he noticed me- and that in itself was something that made me a tiny bit skeptical, but he was - and still is - actually a pretty nice guy. Andrew Shi, he said he was. That was his name. Turns out that the guy knew a thing or two about robotics and technology, so...he offered to whip me up a new arm if I wanted to take him up on it. Of course, he also saw how skeptical I was at the time, so he settled for a smile and a laugh while handing me a business card of his before he headed off on his way.[break][break]
I didn’t call him up at first.[break]
...And honestly? The only reason I really called him up was ‘cause of Sia.[break][break]
I could tell that she wanted the best for me, so...she wanted me to take that leap of faith if it meant that I could return to my past lifestyle. Plus...again, the guy was pretty nice. So...I decided to go ahead and call him up. Both Sia and I headed to the place that he gave me, and-... Well, the place was nice. Like...it was fucking
loaded. Guy lived a really high life by the looks of it, but...I guess he was one of those nicer rich people, so I was more or less thankful for that.[break][break]
But anywho… When I got there, he initially just ran a few things as a sort of test. Took a few measurements. Texted my reflexes. Once all of that was done, he told me that he’d call me up after he used what he had to make a prototype. Which...yeah. That was a given. So I left and expected to wait a while before being called up again, but...much to my surprise, Drew actually called me up pretty quickly. Like...literally sometime the next day. Sia and I were a bit confused about how quickly he managed to whip things up, but...it was legit. When we went over, I saw the finished arm attachment; fully functioning, and complete with the same joints and whatnot that a standard arm would have. Albeit, it was only the forearm since mine got cut off just beneath the elbow, but...it was still legit- and aside from a few bugs here and there since it
was a prototype, it worked. Damn me, because the little fucker actually pulled it off~.[break][break]
From then on, I had to make weekly trips to his place so he could try and debug whatever buggy instances happened- but for the most part, the bugs and malfunctions in themselves were actually sparse. The guy knew what he was doing for sure, and although most of the visits weren’t really needed because of that, I still ended up sticking around at increasing lengths of time and whatnot as he urged me to stay over. Time went on, and honestly…? Things started making more and more sense. I found out he was a gamer, so I stuck around to watch him play and shit. But at the same time, I also found out something that explained just how knowledgeable he was in tech.[break][break]
‘Cause first point: he graduated college with a master’s in computer sciences.[break]
...And second point: he was a hacker.[break]
Yup. I found out the guy was a hacker.[break][break]
A bit after I found out, he actually started teaching me a thing or two instead of trying to dissuade me from believing that he did what he did. Eventually, it turned into a thing where, if we had extra time after he fixed my arm’s bugs, he’d teach me more and more each time. And...well, since most of the visits didn’t need any tinkering, it’s pretty much a given that we had so much time on our hands to do that. Hell, as I got better, he even made adjustments to the settings mechanism in my arm to incorporate little things if I wanted to mess with things on the go. It was weird, but it’s cool.[break][break]
But...yeah. Weird and cool, but that’s been my life since then.[break][break]
I got both of my arms now. And...well, I’m pretty close with Drew, now. Originally the guy who just gave me an arm, and...not he’s pretty much a closer friend that I just do shit with. Gaming. The occasional hacks. That kinda stuff.[break][break]
...Huzzah, I guess.
