Post by Varnava Delacroix on Jul 24, 2011 15:06:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=413f3f]   Varnava Engel Delacroix 20 -- male -- homosexual -- team rocket -- russian/french/german
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Father: Yulian Delacroix - forever 35 - dead
Step-Father: Niven Payne - 53 - alive, sadly
Older Brother: Jerome Delacroix - forever 9 - dead
'Guardian': Glameow - forever lv28 - dead
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History: Varnava's life isn't a fairytale. No, no. It's far from it. At first, his life did seem like it. He had a kind mother and father, and his older-by-two-years brother wasn't terrible like his friends' brothers were. No, they were a decent sized family who protected one another. It all changed a few days after he turned five when the police came to their door back in his hometown of Jubilife City. His beloved, hard working father had been killed while working to build a new apartment building. This just tore at the three of them, and for a while their mother didn't speak to them. She just locked herself in her room, sobbing.
Jerome took it upon himself to grow up quickly and start taking care of the family. Varnava even started helping around the house. A few months passed before their mother finally decided it was time to speak to them again. Her first words? "I'm getting remarried."
Jerome tried to accept the fact that their mother was moving on, but Varnava wouldn't have it. This time, it was his turn to lock himself in his room, and he only allowed his big brother to come into the room. The day for the wedding came sooner than expected, and the boys weren't allowed to come to it. They weren't even allowed to come to the after party, and their mother and step-father left for their honeymoon only moments afterward. Guess what? They left the two at the house alone. Well, they weren't really alone, so to say. Within a week, his brother had taken in a little stray--a Glameow. The feline easily took her place as the brothers' guardian.
When their mother and step-father finally came home from their honeymoon--around seven months later--she instantly started swooning over the normal type. Eh, she's a cat lover. She went into the other room with a rather reluctant Glameow, leaving the boys to finally meet their new step-father. You could say that Varnava instantly hated him, and Jerome was starting to regret accepting the fact that their mother moved on...
The man was freaking scary! Red hair that was so greasy it was slicked back, amber eyes that seemed to stare into your soul, and we don't want to forget that he was kinda fat... OK, very fat. How could anyone fall in love with him? Blech. His first impression on the pair? I'm going to kill you. Of course, his scary aura was masked with a completely false smile when their mother came back into the room.
The Glameow, sensing the boy's obvious discomfort, slipped out of the woman's arms and positioned herself between the boys and the man.
A few days passed and their mother was working once more. While she was on the nightshift one day, all hell broke loose. Remember the first impression Niven, their step-father, had on the boys? Yeah, it wasn't just an impression. Child abuse times ten is what Niven did to relieve stress and anger. His first target was Jerome since the elder brother was the one protecting him. Many times did the Glameow try to stop the madness, but the feline was simply told by the boy to go protect Varnava.
They were threatened to keep this 'their little secret' from their mother. Countless times did Varnava want to tell their mother, countless times did his step-father stop him. When Jerome was nine and Varnava seven, Niven's abuse on the elder brother proved to be too much. A single knife to the throat, and poor Jerome was dead--murdered.
As soon as his mother found out (Niven tried his 'best' to cover up his dirty dead), the woman fell horribly ill. She was hositalized, hooked up to one of those machines that keep you alive. With the absense of his mother, the tormenting just grew greater. His only time of sanctuary was when that man was forced to go to work to keep the house. During those times, he would tend to his wounds and be comforted by the warmth of the Glameow. Every now and again, he would go visit his mother.
He lived with the abuse until he was ten. The final straw was when Glameow tried to stop a drunken Niven from using a carving knife on him, thus causing the feline to lose her life. Varnava ran like no tomorrow, only taking the Glameow with him. Of course, it looked kind of weird for a young boy to be running down the streets, carrying a Glameow whose blood was dripping everywhere. He ran until he was out of Jubilife City, only stopping in the grass to bury the feline. It started raining on that day, which pretty much fit the mood he was in.
With no where else to go, the boy quickly slipped into the hospital at night and into his mother's room. There she laid in a peaceful sleep. Not wishing to wake her, the black and grey haired boy quickly whispered to her what happened and his goodbyes before turning to leave. Thus, he didn't notice the tears forming in the corners of his mother's eyes.
He wandered around in the routes near Jubilife before encountering a strange cloaked man. Although you aren't suppose to speak to stranger, the man was beckoning him to step forward. The stranger spoke of a 'great cause', and how he worded everything would remind someone of the speeches Ghetsis would say about Pokemon Liberation. However, this man was talking about ruling the world, and 'only stealing the Pokemon from horrible families and trainers'. That line alone had him hooked, and he allowed the man to take him back to Kanto, thus leaving behind his life of abuse and death.
Team Rocket training school was easier than everyone made it out to be. Varnava easily got the hang of everything, and he graduated by the age thirteen, unlike some of the others who were still fifteen and older there. He was rewarded with his new partner Pokemon--an Ekans who he nicknamed Wetzel, and many thought he was calling the snake Pretzel for a while.
He hated grunt work, but he had to tolerate it. As he grew older, he climbed the ranks, and he was slowly molded into the man he is today. He started to form a deep hatred in women while working for Team Rocket. Many of them seemed to never get anything done right, and the 'prison' in the Rocket Hideout mainly had females and a few idiotic males. It was pretty pathetic. Also, girls are clingy and judge books by their covers most of the time. He hated that.
When he turned eighteen, Wetzel evolved into an Arbok. That same day, he was promoted to an Elite Officer after one of the last ones made a wrong move and was sent to imprisonment. Now, to wrap up this failure of a history ending, he's twenty and still working with Team Rocket.
Starter:
Nickname: Wetzel ('W' pronounced as 'V')
Species: Arbok
Type: Poison
Level: 33 (upper level bought)
Ability: Intimidate
Moves: Acid Spray, Crunch, Acid, Ice Fang
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OOC Name: VARR !
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