Aspen Wry

[Lark]

Name:
Aspen Wry
{Ass - pen Wur-eye}

Age:
18

Rank:
Beginner

Appearance:
Aspen, Aspen, Aspen. Where to start on you? Let's go about the usual route, top to bottom. Honestly, its the easiest way to go about it, no chiz.

This bloody little freak has a lot of hair. Fire engine red, he sure stands out in a crowd, pretties. You're not going to miss him on role call if he's there. It stands up all spikey like- if you've seen Meet the Robinsons, y'know, keep moving forward, think the main character's hair. Only bright red, seriously. Although, Aspen does have a tendancy to dye it purple or green or blue. Just wierd like that, I guess. Moving on.

He- yes I said he-'s got freckles. All over that nose of his, on his cheekbones and under his wierd light, green-blue, seafoam colored eyes. Aspen's features have a tendancy to be a little defined, NO, not emaciated defined, but... Defined. You can see his cheekbones, his chinbone is sharp and topped with a little patch of red hair posing for a 'beard', et cetera.

Aspen has a strong air about him, even though he's a little bit of a nutcase. Broad-shouldered and fairly muscled- not on steroids, just average, damn you. Standing six foot three, he's pretty tall, and its more or less evenly distributed between torso and leg. Covering his chest is a white undershirt with an open black jacket over top of it- there's not much that is special about it, aside from three red lines of thread across his chest. Undereneath those are scars- we'll get into how he got them later.

His open-fingered gloves also have an oval-shaped hole in the backs of them, showing some of the skin on his hand. Speaking of skin, he's tanned a little- like, say, someone who has lived in Arizona but has not had overexposure to sun. Slightly tanned, noticable against a blindingly white person. Anyway. His gloves are worth mentioning because fixed onto the wrists is a teeny tiny chain, big enough to fit around his wrist. Just thought I'd mention it. Also, Aspen's got a big ole raptor bone on his wrist. The one on the outside that sticks out a little on most? Yeah, well, its a little noticable. Not HUGE, but a noticable bump.

Aspen's arms have grown some light red hair with a few dark for good measure, although aren't as noticable as they would be if he looked like he were on steroids. Same with the legs, although you never see those, seeing as he wears long black pants for most of the year. On exceptionally hot days, he'll wear thinner fabric, or maybe even silver or white. Otherwise, its black jeans and combat boots.

Oh, the combat boots.

Dark mahogany and reaching halfway up his shins. Laced up and ready to go? Damn it, you bet your biscuits they are. Why on earth would Aspen wear combat boots? Because he felt like it, of course! Just like crossdressers feel like they should wear high heels or whatever. But that's besides the point. Just, he wears COMBAT BOOTS. The fact stuns me for whatever reason. But they go nicely with his attire.

Personality:

Oh, you're so exciting! No, not really. Yes he is! Well, whatever, let's get on with it.

Aspen's one of a kind, he is. He's a freak, he is. He's the kind of guy that'll find a plane exploding upon impact with water funny, or kidnap your kid and give you back a head in a box if he were paid enough on both ends. He's got a sadistic sense of humor that is somehow funny to a lot of people, and can make some faint of heart people feel.... Faint.

A daredevil and a poet, people call him. Aspen is up to any task, however hard, so long as it's not mindblowingly BORING. He will not rescue your stupid puppy from a tree. He does not care about your stupid puppy unless its actually challenging to get it back. Now, one might ask this question from what you have heard thus far:

WHY in the name of ANY Divine Entity would HE, of all the god forsaken people on the planet, be a good guy?

Again, he is a daredevil and a poet. Aspen will risk his life for the sake of adventure, mystery, anything that catches his sick and freakish intrest. Hack off a man's head with a dull blade? Go figure, he'll do it. Get the people off a crashing plane? Hell, he'll do that to. One could say that Aspen is a pretty neutral guy- and he is, actually. One never knows when he'll turn on you, stab you in the back, run from your house in the night with a bag of heads.

Sure, Aspen can be a bitch. Aspen can be a saint. Aspen can be a retard. He'd a freaking actor, apparently, because frankly, he has a lot of faces. Majority being freaky faces, although faces all the same. People love him and hate him and shrug him off for this very reason..... Also, we've only focused on the worse side of Wry here. How about the good side?

For one thing, Aspen is intelligent. Very intelligent and crafty. He records events of each day in a little journal, and uses them for the better or worse in the future. Not to say this is a neccesarily good thing about him, however I'm just throwing that bone out there for you. Here's his good side.

Aspen is a friendly guy. Outoing, but laid back, he loves to have a little fun. Fairly good at working in groups, he just enjoys the company of something alive and breathing, to be honest with you. Of course, he's not always this way, but hey. Man of many faces here. Freakazoid extraordinare.

He does not take out anger and frusteration caused by a mild case of despression on people; he takes it out via artwork. Poetry, stories, his journal, on canvas, just.... Anything. Anything to pound that bottled up rage out of his head. Yes, he does suffer from depression, WE'RE GETTING TO THAT DAMN YOU. He is kind enough to hole up the anger until he is alone, instead of take it out on his piers. As psychopathic as he can be, he has never emotionally shot someone in the face. Or physically, for that matter.... Well, physically is a lie. But emotionally scarred? No.

Well, I do believe that covers my dear Aspen, now let us progress to the history of our new little slave- er- recruit.

History:
Aspen was born and raised right here in Raigona, having grown up in the town of Ructsin. Don't worry, nothing tragic happened to make him a nutcase. It was how he was raised, what he grew up around. He was alone most of the time, parents normally drunk or something along the lines of that. Always out, he was always alone, just about, with no sane soul in his life aside from a sister.

His sister was a beautiful young girl, although she moved away at the age of eighteen. She probably joined the Trainer League, however Aspen never found out where she went. Zoe- that was her name. She wrote to him often but never put down her location, as though it was secret. Aspen has saved these notes and has always held them close by, pasted in his journal.

Some might think his history was tragic. Well, its not. Depression brought on slowly by the fact he had not one single sane thing to cling to in his life anymore- Aspen didn't have any friends. They all thought he was wierd, abnormal, downright unnatural. And they probably were correct, although it pained him greatly.

Taking out all this pent up rage on his artwork, the boy's home was soon a mess with splattered paints and everything else. Canvas plastered to the walls, colored pencils strewn about thr floor- of course, his guardians didn't care. Besides, it filled the void. See how leaving someone alone without sanity can drive them a little mad? Wonder what happened to the Mad Hatter...

Anyway, Aspen really didn't have any true life events until fairly recently. He was sixteen at the time when someone broke into his home- it being his because no one was ever around any more- and attempted to rob the place. Of course, Aspen left them with some nasty injuried they would not soon forget, however the houndoom the grunt had brought along left those three nasty looking scars on his chest. The clean stitching was done by his own careful hand- amazing, is it not?

Since then his depression got worse and worse. He had not companions at all. No one came to his home, not even people wanting donations. It was drving him toward the point of no return. In fact, the only thing that prolonged this was the letters his sister continued to send to him.

Eventually, when he was eighteen, he received one from her that contained an invitation. Where, exactly? An invitation to join the Trainer League. How exciting! She noted that it might help whatever madness their parents had driven him to. Aspen had heard quite a bit about the Trainer League, though had never exactly thought of joining them.

So, after packing his bags- not much, just some clothes and his journal and a few other personal things of value to him and him alone- he followed the directions in Zoe's letter. It took him a few days, seeing as he didn't get out of his own yard very much, though he eventually stumbled upon headquarters. Thus begins his so-called 'journey'.

Neat, no? Well, not really. Let's get started.

Partner:

Kairne is a pretty little bird. She has deep brown eyes and fluffy little eyebrows and chest feathers, which remain like flegdeling down for now. Her feet are a bit big for her body, just a little- and they aren't getting any bigger. Same with her wings, although they'll eventually grow. Kairne is a sweet little companion, and likes to chatter a little bit- although sometimes she just goes on and on.. Anyway. She has her irritable side and still isn't quite the bird she could be with Aspen- but they're new friends. Its only normal, right?

Ability- Tangled Feet
~Any attacks against Pidgey have their accuracy halved as long as Pidgey is Confused.

Attacks- Tackle, Sand Attack, Gust, Quick Attack