Nickname: Nana, Nan
Age: 16
Birthday: August 16, 1998
Hometown: Alto Mare, Jhoto
Elovve Residence: Tein Village, wandering
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 150lb
Eyes: Green
Build: Athletic
Other: Nanooq wears a darker skin, both by heritage and by often being outdoors. His hair is raven- black yet his eyes are spring green, which often stand out against a darker portrait. He wears his long mop of hair tied up shoddily in the back, and two braids hang down on either side of his face. A birthmark lies next to his right eye, almost at his temple. He is muscular but not built; Most of his muscles are in his legs and his stomach. He has lazy fingers and a sullen look to him. Three huge scars lie silently on his side, a shimmering silver against Nan's darker skin. He holds things in both hands and wears black polish over permanently purple-tinted nails.
Clothing: Nanooq wears the coat of his ancestors, which has been modified through the years from a parka to a more trendy hoodie. It is blue, made with careful Spheal fur. The hood is trimmed with Beartic fur, and there is even some winter Sawsbuck hide in the lining. Mind you, all of these animals died peacefully, for they were totems. None of them were harmed, and gladly let his ancestors use their skins. Nanooq condemns any Pokemon abuse, and scoffs at people who wear modern-day furs. He wears his hoodie proudly.
Underneath his thick, too-hot-for-summer sweater, he wears a variety of long sleeve shirts, or t-shirts with logos of them. His shirts often bear icons of Latias and Latios, the protectors of his home - Alto Mare. Beyond that he wears a multitude of black jeans and black lace up boots. For whatever reason, he loves to go commando, but he will wear boxers if he has to.
About: Nanooq is rather anti-social and on the brink of depression. He avoids prolonged chatter with others, and tries not to make any friends in fear of losing them. He can become over-emotional quite easily, not knowing how to act in someones presence properly. Even the slightest mistake or raised voice can cause him to fret, only ever have known that a plethora of things were "his fault.". He won't take bribes/candy from strangers easily, but if you manage to get on his good side,he can form some sort of strange "friendship" (or "acquaintanceship").In his solitude, he is calm and collected, and rather survival savvy. He prefers the sounds of the wind to the ambiance of a city.
He is interested in PokeReligion, but believes that Arceus only created the Pokemon- not the humans. For a while, he mused that humans were just another type of Pokemon, and that they 'created' Arceus. He doesn't follow any one Pokemon, but enjoys learning about their messages. He has a fondness of his home's protectors, but doesn't pray to anyone.
While he is still a terrible cook (most of his cash is spent on food) he is very self sufficient now. He travels the Rail System very well, but avoids Deoxy with a burning passion of cold and fear of Ursaring (and by extension, Beartic. Wild ones). He refuses to take any taxi service, and would rather walk for an extra hour than get into a car.
With phone in hand and an unlimited data plan, who needs school? He doesn't take pride in never finishing school, or trainer's school, but he does enjoy learning and reading the news (despite what little there is or can be received in Elovve). He has a palette for fine dining, and will be the first in line to try the food at any new restaurant. He doesn't consider himself a "foodie", just one who loves a well made, house cooked meal.
Loves: Sunrises, and he is definitely a morning person. He also loves to exercise, especially to walk for hours on end going nowhere. He loves the sound of the ocean and the salty-misty air. His favourite foods are fish and pasta.
Likes: Berries of all kinds, sweets and sugar, and good food. He prefers the sound of wild Pokemon to the sound of people and commotion.
Dislikes: Greasy foods rank the highest on anything ever of things Nanooq dislikes. While he isn't a health nut, the sounds of foods being dipped in a deep frier makes him sick. If it drips, and it's not supposed to - forget about it! He prefers how beef burgers taste, but he prefers the cleanliness of veggie burgers. He hates anything 'deep fried'. That includes a lot of fries, but he will disdainfully eat them if he has to.
Hates: In second place, Nanooq despises the cold. He will wear his fur hoodie in the hottest of summer days without a problem. Nanooq also hates bug type Pokemon (simply because they're creepy), Ice type Pokemon, Ursaring and Beartics, as well as their prevolutions.
Good traits: Diligent, survival skills, strong-willed
Bad traits: Anti-social, quick to judge, hard to read(solitary) over-emotional(with people).
Quirks: Somewhat clumsy with his hands, gets sick at the sight of blood
Sexuality: Bi-curious? He doesn't get close to people enough to try anything, but at this point, he's probably willing to swing both ways.
View on Fusions: While he is disappointed in his parents decision of giving him a PokeFusion that mixed his old friends together (any by extension hating his Fusion), he thinks of them as odd. He doesn't particularly like them, but he doesn't altogether hate them. He thinks they're unnatural and obscene, but he also thinks they're interesting. He tries to wrap his head around the science aspect of how they were made. By observing his own, he tries to "document" any anomalies from the experimental technology, noting that sometimes the DNA can become unbalanced or mutated. He doesn't see them as a 'new species', just an extension of old ones. He only hopes that the DNA of legendaries is unobtainable - you shouldn't be messing with Gods.
Super Long History I swear I didn't mean to write this much
Nanooq came to Elovve with his parents. Not quite ready to live on his own, (by his own decision) he came with them... partially unwillingly. Since the age of 8, all he's ever known was the heart break of loneliness. His parents had been curators at the Alto Mare museum who did research on the side about Latias and Latios, among other legendaries from the Jhoto and Hoenn regions. His parents' recent lineage had been Legendary observers and researches, and further back, hunters and fishermen - and worshipers of the same Legendaries Nanooq's parents studied. While his ancestors lived in the cold reaches of the north - in whatever region - he was accustomed to the warm, temperate seas of Alto Mare. They visited "home" often, for weeks at a time, though. During these times, Nanooq would gradually partake in whatever age category he was in at the time for Canal Races, going as far as entering the Tour De Alto Mare twice. [Won 1, Lost 1]
Just before starting his third year of school, his parents had gotten a contract to do some studying in Hoenn. They had moved there, and within the same year moved 3 times within the same region. They started in Slateport, then Mossdeep and finally Lilycove. While glad the last two cities were near water like his home, any friends he met in the previous cities were ripped away from him. Childishly he would cry for days.
They stayed in Lilycove for a while. Finally in school again, (he had not gone to school in Slateport or Mossdeep because his parents knew they were not permanent locations) he had finally met some friends he felt he would be able to stay with, as work for his parents seemed steady. He was left alone often as they went to work in the day time, but that didn't bother him at all.
When he was ten, they moved again. This time to Sinnoh. It wasn't that his parents lost work in Hoenn, in fact, it was the opposite. They were 'promoted' to study more legendaries in the region. Here they became true Arceists, following in his 'intelligent creation' models, and worshiping him as the be-all of Pokemon and the world. It confused Nanooq, as he particularly didn't care to pray around the dinner table, after not having to for nine years prior.
They were obsessed with the Legendaries of Sinnoh. Nanooq strongly remembers them being referred to as "Gods", which he found ironic due to his last names similarity in phonics.
He wasn't able to keep in touch with his friends from Hoenn. Letters took days, sometimes weeks to arrive. He thought the mail system was just slow, but eventually they stopped coming altogether. He had started school again, in Jubilife, but what was taught was completely different - and what was similar was taught as a much different level. The stress of school work, and his parents being gone for days at a time now instead of just during the day, caused him to push away many potential friends. Between not having time, and being scared that he'd only move again and be forgotten.
When he was still eleven, they moved to Hearthome. Again, he struggled with school and stayed home alone. He took very long 'strolls' in the Amnity Square and often ended up sleeping there over night. He found comfort in the sounds of Pokemon around him and it helped him sleep on the worst of nights. On his twelfth birthday he was given a Pokemon. Some would say a late start. It was a Turtwig which he named Terry. His parents realized how lonely and distraught their son was and decided to do something about it. It was better than ignoring him, but probably not as good as being there for him.
Nanooq and Terry were inseparable. For the first time in many months the boy was smiling and playing instead of sulking, doing homework, burning food and sleeping on park benches with ratty blankets. Over the course of the year, Nanooq slowly stopped attending school, overwhelmed. He was enamored with his Pokemon, who had grown into a Grotle by the end of the school year. As a Grotle, Nanooq was able to catch his own Pokemon, a Shellos named Trooda. To Nanooq, he had all the friends he needed. He could call upon them when he was down, and they were - literally - always by his side. His parents were happy, yet slightly worried that their little boy had no intentions of going to school or meeting other humans.
With his best friends in hand, they moved again to Snowpoint City. Being used to the temperate climates, Nanooq was often sick. His Pokemon often helped when when they could, but on his worst days he wouldn't eat for a day or two, which probably prolonged his sicknesses. His parents studied Regigigas here at Snowpoint Temple as well as Uxie at Lake Acuity. While the temple and lake were nearby, Nanooq was often forbid to enter or explore these areas.
Not in school with nothing to do, Nanooq took it upon himself to evolve his Pokemon. He was sure they were strong enough to go to the Acuity Lakefront just outside of the city. While his parents were in the temple, he wandered into the deep snow outside.
Battles were tough for his Pokemon, especially for Terry. He had used up all of his allowance, which was a lot for a scientists child and even more due to his parents absences, on potions and ice heals. He knew if he was persistent, he could heal his Pokemon to victory- to the day they didn't need his help.
Nanooq snuck out for many days, giddy every time he left. Every day he needed less and less potions, but it never crossed his mind to bring any less - just in case something happened. It was too bad for Nanooq that Pokemon didn't evolve with opposable thumbs, though. Clearly a flaw in Arceus's plan, he thought, as he lied in the red snow, numb. From the shock of pain, and the numbing of his digits, he couldn't reach the potions he held in the bag that was strewn across the snowy field. A rare Ursaring protecting her Teddiursa had promptly taken out both Terry and Trooda before Nanooq could heal them. Before he knew it, fire burned in his side, which spread to his fingers, his nose and his toes in the cold snow. His now-Gastrodon stayed by his side, not helping that it's slimy skin was freezing in the cold. His now-Torterra waddled through the snow to find help.
It was 2 hours before someone came.
Blessed as his parents were that he was not dead (though he was close), they cried in the waiting room, cursing themselves that they should have realized they had been neglecting their son. Parents and adults from the city glared daggers at them as they cried. Two hours? His parents got an ear-full whenever they left the house.
He never thanked them for finding him, and to this day, never hs. He doesn't really believe they did. When he thinks back on the day, he wonders if anyone would have missed him. It's not like his friends would have known, at least not right away. "Who's Nanooq?" they'd ask, wondering about his funny name. He had a fear of being forgotten, which led him to fear death. "Arceus will take care of you," his parents told him and those words stung in his mind. Gods do not take care of children, parents do. And yet, he hadn't the heart to 'run away' and live on his own. He didn't find himself self-sufficient enough to be able to live on his own if a day trip in the woods nearly killed him on two accounts.
Healing took longer than usual for the boy, but he was with his Pokemon the whole time, so he was happy. His hands and feet, ears and nose were wrapped in bandages wrapped in thermos packs, suffering from mild frost bite. His blisters turned purple, and his scabs turned black and he'd cry for hours. It was lucky it all only looked worse than it was His now evolved Pokemon showered him with love, and he to them. Best friends forever, right?
During the ages 13 and 14, Nanooq and his family traveled Unova. This was his least favourite region of all. He thought it was boring and he didn't like much of the wildlife. His favourite place was White Forest, but they didn't stay there long, must to his discontent.
15 to 16, they lived in Kalos. During the last year, his 16th year, his parents became enamored with the legend of Xerneas and Yveltal, as well as Zygarde. He remembered in both Sinnoh and Unova there were 'evil' Legendaries, respectively known as 'Giratina' , 'Darkrai' and 'Kyurem'. He feared them and hated them. He didn't even know it was possible to hate a Pokemon so much. Yveltal and Zygarde were no different than them, how could his parents be so interested in Pokemon who bring about death and destruction? Amongst all the hype, he had a soft spot for Xerneas, and he wished he could have met her during the whole ordeal with the Ultimate Weapon in Geosenge Town. His parents forbade him from going, and to be honest, he was scared enough that despite his want to see it, he stayed away on his own accord and simply watched it on the news.
While in Kalos, he traveled a lot on his own accord, especially in his last year. His Pokemon were stronger now, and so was he, in both body and mind. He has trained hard with his Pokemon, making up his own strict exercise regime. He didn't find Kalos threatening. Quite the opposite, he found the region to be almost too relaxed. While he could have stayed inside playing video games, reading and exercising every day until the end of his days, he took it upon himself to 'try again' in working with his Pokemon.
He ended up spending a lot of time in Lumiose city, trying out all the coffee shops and clothing stores. He even went so far as to earn his first three gym badges; Voltage, Plant and Fairy. He cherished them so, but fights were easy with powerful Pokemon. The Voltage badge was almost a joke over how easy it was due to type advantage.
Nanooq finally thought his parents had finally settled. It had been his second year, almost his third, when he got the message he was moving again. He was used to it by now, wondering what city his parents were packing up to. He had visited the nearby towns and enjoyed the easy going pace and funny accents of the region. He enjoyed their tea and especially their fashion (but not their women. They were too needy and too interested in his 'weird' Pokemon).
His parents sat him down at the table, with Terry and Trooda nearby, and explained to him that the new region was "newly discovered" (was that a thing?). It was only a place where the 'best people' could go, and that they were invited because of their scrupulous research on Legendary Pokemon. He was almost excited that his family had been invited but his heart fell to pieces when they told him that his Pokemon could not go with him. He screamed at them, and told them that they were only looking out for what they wanted. All his life he had been neglected and ignored, and when he had finally settled into enjoying his solitary life with only his Pokemon, they were going to rip them away from him too?! His parents said he could stay in Kalos, alone, or come with them to the new region with a wealthy allowance under promise of a Pokemon on arrival. They gave him a week to decide, and he mostly cried with his Pokemon on the beach during that time. On the final day, he decided that he was still too young to be alone, and that if he ever wanted to come back, at least Trooda and Terry would be waiting for him, unlike anyone else he had ever known.
Upon arrival in Elovve, he was given an egg. What hatched from that egg made him stay away from his parents and nearly leave the island in rage - yet he wasn't allowed. Instead of breaking laws on the island, or having his PokeFusion euthanized (which was against what he believed in) he set off to travel the quiet, tiny island, only returning to see his parents once a week. He was glad for the Rail System, which activated on his trainer card, and he enjoyed the regions small humbleness. For such a tiny region, it was nicely varied.
Despite the wealthy scientist allowance, Nanooq often took to park benches and shoddy inns to sleep. And when he slept, he glared at the Pokeball that contained the DNA of his Pokemon that were kept in Kalos.[/spolier]
Just before starting his third year of school, his parents had gotten a contract to do some studying in Hoenn. They had moved there, and within the same year moved 3 times within the same region. They started in Slateport, then Mossdeep and finally Lilycove. While glad the last two cities were near water like his home, any friends he met in the previous cities were ripped away from him. Childishly he would cry for days.
They stayed in Lilycove for a while. Finally in school again, (he had not gone to school in Slateport or Mossdeep because his parents knew they were not permanent locations) he had finally met some friends he felt he would be able to stay with, as work for his parents seemed steady. He was left alone often as they went to work in the day time, but that didn't bother him at all.
When he was ten, they moved again. This time to Sinnoh. It wasn't that his parents lost work in Hoenn, in fact, it was the opposite. They were 'promoted' to study more legendaries in the region. Here they became true Arceists, following in his 'intelligent creation' models, and worshiping him as the be-all of Pokemon and the world. It confused Nanooq, as he particularly didn't care to pray around the dinner table, after not having to for nine years prior.
They were obsessed with the Legendaries of Sinnoh. Nanooq strongly remembers them being referred to as "Gods", which he found ironic due to his last names similarity in phonics.
He wasn't able to keep in touch with his friends from Hoenn. Letters took days, sometimes weeks to arrive. He thought the mail system was just slow, but eventually they stopped coming altogether. He had started school again, in Jubilife, but what was taught was completely different - and what was similar was taught as a much different level. The stress of school work, and his parents being gone for days at a time now instead of just during the day, caused him to push away many potential friends. Between not having time, and being scared that he'd only move again and be forgotten.
When he was still eleven, they moved to Hearthome. Again, he struggled with school and stayed home alone. He took very long 'strolls' in the Amnity Square and often ended up sleeping there over night. He found comfort in the sounds of Pokemon around him and it helped him sleep on the worst of nights. On his twelfth birthday he was given a Pokemon. Some would say a late start. It was a Turtwig which he named Terry. His parents realized how lonely and distraught their son was and decided to do something about it. It was better than ignoring him, but probably not as good as being there for him.
Nanooq and Terry were inseparable. For the first time in many months the boy was smiling and playing instead of sulking, doing homework, burning food and sleeping on park benches with ratty blankets. Over the course of the year, Nanooq slowly stopped attending school, overwhelmed. He was enamored with his Pokemon, who had grown into a Grotle by the end of the school year. As a Grotle, Nanooq was able to catch his own Pokemon, a Shellos named Trooda. To Nanooq, he had all the friends he needed. He could call upon them when he was down, and they were - literally - always by his side. His parents were happy, yet slightly worried that their little boy had no intentions of going to school or meeting other humans.
With his best friends in hand, they moved again to Snowpoint City. Being used to the temperate climates, Nanooq was often sick. His Pokemon often helped when when they could, but on his worst days he wouldn't eat for a day or two, which probably prolonged his sicknesses. His parents studied Regigigas here at Snowpoint Temple as well as Uxie at Lake Acuity. While the temple and lake were nearby, Nanooq was often forbid to enter or explore these areas.
Not in school with nothing to do, Nanooq took it upon himself to evolve his Pokemon. He was sure they were strong enough to go to the Acuity Lakefront just outside of the city. While his parents were in the temple, he wandered into the deep snow outside.
Battles were tough for his Pokemon, especially for Terry. He had used up all of his allowance, which was a lot for a scientists child and even more due to his parents absences, on potions and ice heals. He knew if he was persistent, he could heal his Pokemon to victory- to the day they didn't need his help.
Nanooq snuck out for many days, giddy every time he left. Every day he needed less and less potions, but it never crossed his mind to bring any less - just in case something happened. It was too bad for Nanooq that Pokemon didn't evolve with opposable thumbs, though. Clearly a flaw in Arceus's plan, he thought, as he lied in the red snow, numb. From the shock of pain, and the numbing of his digits, he couldn't reach the potions he held in the bag that was strewn across the snowy field. A rare Ursaring protecting her Teddiursa had promptly taken out both Terry and Trooda before Nanooq could heal them. Before he knew it, fire burned in his side, which spread to his fingers, his nose and his toes in the cold snow. His now-Gastrodon stayed by his side, not helping that it's slimy skin was freezing in the cold. His now-Torterra waddled through the snow to find help.
It was 2 hours before someone came.
Blessed as his parents were that he was not dead (though he was close), they cried in the waiting room, cursing themselves that they should have realized they had been neglecting their son. Parents and adults from the city glared daggers at them as they cried. Two hours? His parents got an ear-full whenever they left the house.
He never thanked them for finding him, and to this day, never hs. He doesn't really believe they did. When he thinks back on the day, he wonders if anyone would have missed him. It's not like his friends would have known, at least not right away. "Who's Nanooq?" they'd ask, wondering about his funny name. He had a fear of being forgotten, which led him to fear death. "Arceus will take care of you," his parents told him and those words stung in his mind. Gods do not take care of children, parents do. And yet, he hadn't the heart to 'run away' and live on his own. He didn't find himself self-sufficient enough to be able to live on his own if a day trip in the woods nearly killed him on two accounts.
Healing took longer than usual for the boy, but he was with his Pokemon the whole time, so he was happy. His hands and feet, ears and nose were wrapped in bandages wrapped in thermos packs, suffering from mild frost bite. His blisters turned purple, and his scabs turned black and he'd cry for hours. It was lucky it all only looked worse than it was His now evolved Pokemon showered him with love, and he to them. Best friends forever, right?
During the ages 13 and 14, Nanooq and his family traveled Unova. This was his least favourite region of all. He thought it was boring and he didn't like much of the wildlife. His favourite place was White Forest, but they didn't stay there long, must to his discontent.
15 to 16, they lived in Kalos. During the last year, his 16th year, his parents became enamored with the legend of Xerneas and Yveltal, as well as Zygarde. He remembered in both Sinnoh and Unova there were 'evil' Legendaries, respectively known as 'Giratina' , 'Darkrai' and 'Kyurem'. He feared them and hated them. He didn't even know it was possible to hate a Pokemon so much. Yveltal and Zygarde were no different than them, how could his parents be so interested in Pokemon who bring about death and destruction? Amongst all the hype, he had a soft spot for Xerneas, and he wished he could have met her during the whole ordeal with the Ultimate Weapon in Geosenge Town. His parents forbade him from going, and to be honest, he was scared enough that despite his want to see it, he stayed away on his own accord and simply watched it on the news.
While in Kalos, he traveled a lot on his own accord, especially in his last year. His Pokemon were stronger now, and so was he, in both body and mind. He has trained hard with his Pokemon, making up his own strict exercise regime. He didn't find Kalos threatening. Quite the opposite, he found the region to be almost too relaxed. While he could have stayed inside playing video games, reading and exercising every day until the end of his days, he took it upon himself to 'try again' in working with his Pokemon.
He ended up spending a lot of time in Lumiose city, trying out all the coffee shops and clothing stores. He even went so far as to earn his first three gym badges; Voltage, Plant and Fairy. He cherished them so, but fights were easy with powerful Pokemon. The Voltage badge was almost a joke over how easy it was due to type advantage.
Nanooq finally thought his parents had finally settled. It had been his second year, almost his third, when he got the message he was moving again. He was used to it by now, wondering what city his parents were packing up to. He had visited the nearby towns and enjoyed the easy going pace and funny accents of the region. He enjoyed their tea and especially their fashion (but not their women. They were too needy and too interested in his 'weird' Pokemon).
His parents sat him down at the table, with Terry and Trooda nearby, and explained to him that the new region was "newly discovered" (was that a thing?). It was only a place where the 'best people' could go, and that they were invited because of their scrupulous research on Legendary Pokemon. He was almost excited that his family had been invited but his heart fell to pieces when they told him that his Pokemon could not go with him. He screamed at them, and told them that they were only looking out for what they wanted. All his life he had been neglected and ignored, and when he had finally settled into enjoying his solitary life with only his Pokemon, they were going to rip them away from him too?! His parents said he could stay in Kalos, alone, or come with them to the new region with a wealthy allowance under promise of a Pokemon on arrival. They gave him a week to decide, and he mostly cried with his Pokemon on the beach during that time. On the final day, he decided that he was still too young to be alone, and that if he ever wanted to come back, at least Trooda and Terry would be waiting for him, unlike anyone else he had ever known.
Upon arrival in Elovve, he was given an egg. What hatched from that egg made him stay away from his parents and nearly leave the island in rage - yet he wasn't allowed. Instead of breaking laws on the island, or having his PokeFusion euthanized (which was against what he believed in) he set off to travel the quiet, tiny island, only returning to see his parents once a week. He was glad for the Rail System, which activated on his trainer card, and he enjoyed the regions small humbleness. For such a tiny region, it was nicely varied.
Despite the wealthy scientist allowance, Nanooq often took to park benches and shoddy inns to sleep. And when he slept, he glared at the Pokeball that contained the DNA of his Pokemon that were kept in Kalos.[/spolier]
