Circus-Darkrai: Wenton Mues

well I tried to resist. *looks above* er..we can see how well that went >>

If the app checks out that is! Hope he's alright ^^"

I honestly like how his app art came out ;u; did not know I could draw anything duck like until now ahaha..
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Name: Wenton Mues (Went)

Age: (apparent)10, (actual) 10

Gender: Male

Pokémon: Ducklett

Nature: Lonely

Characteristic: Highly curious

Ability: Hydration - All status problems: Burn, Paralysis, Sleep, Frozen and Poison, are healed when raining.

Job: Pokemon caretaker

Faction: Atelier

Move set:

Water gun
Rain dance
Wing attack
Defog

Wish:

"I wish I could always be with the pokemon..no one else ever pays attention to me..."

A lonely boy who only found solace within the company of wild pokemon. He longed for others to see him, to speak or pay attention to him and yet..it'd seem no one would turn anything but a blind eye to the child. His voice unheard by anything or one..except pokemon. As he sung his sorrows within his loneliness, they would gather about him, listening, and looking. Always though, someone would tear him away from his peace, deem the creatures as dangerous. He'd wanted nothing more to stay with them, for it'd seem the only time he gained notice, was when he was dragged from what warmed his heart. With his wish, he was able to always be with the circus animals, taking care of them, and sleeping among them.

The backfire of his wish was an infliction with his voice. He could only speak to pokemon, and never again would his words be heard by people. Even if they were to pay attention to him. When he tried to speak up to Mr. Dark to be sure his wish had come to be, his voice would catch harshly in his throat, feeling as if the words were being choked back, unable to leave. It'd be later upon the train with the pokemon that the duckling would find his voice to come easily, only to them. It all seemed perfect..even if he could no longer return to his home. The boy had never felt very at home there in the first place..and yet..when he'd sit with the pokemon and attempt his first song, it would not go as expected. Instead of the usual, sweet tune that would escape him, the boy's voice would choke and catch in his throat, the song unable to come to surface. Realizing he could no longer sing to the pokemon, the boy would break in to choked sobs, a feeling of complete misery overcoming him.



Personality: The little duck is the epitome of curiosity, with bright wide eyes and an ever wandering interest. Very secluded and riddled with the belief that none will see him. If someone does acknowledge him..Wenton will make any effort to really make sure that they're looking at him, not beyond. With his lack of social experience, the duckling will be shy and awkward of others at first. Goad him with a shiny object or something he's never seen however, and he'll be right up to you in a pinch. He'll sometimes have a hard time expressing himself with the new found issue of voice, but he's found a rather fun alternative to this issue.

History:

An unexpected 'gift' to parents who had already sired many children, his arrival was not the first..but certainly the last. He had not been completely unwelcome to them, though to say the least the two birds were not entirely thrilled either. They lived in a small home, in the midst of a bustling little town. Never aside the pitch black of night was there ever any lack of activity in this place. As he grew, Wenton would find himself to be overshadowed in every way by his siblings actions. If he wanted to show a drawing, another would cut him off beforehand, the bird standing behind in the shadow, unable to coax attention to himself even after the other would leave. Maybe a glance, perhaps a hand to wave him away, but nothing more to acknowledge. With years adding onto his age, he would flail and cry, knock things over-anything he could do to have them notice him. However when he learned of negative repercussion, the actions quickly ceased. By the age of eight, he took to leaving their home and wandering about the town. His leaving wouldn't seem to gather anything, and maybe someone around out in this big place would look at him? Or at the least he could hope, this being dashed fairly quickly as the busy townsfolk would gripe and grumble towards the bird. Ignoring or skirting around him. As this went on, his loneliness would begin to consume him, the ducklett's heart filling with a sense of longing and need. Sighing, he'd find himself to not have a care as to where his feet took him, the duckling eventually coming upon the very edge of the town.

Looking out to the wilds, he'd plop down onto his butt and cry out the sorrows looming about his heart..the sound soon taking shape into song. As he went on, ears would perk, noses would sniff and senses alight as the pokemon from the area stirred. Attracted to the song, few would approach, looking curiously to the boy. He'd start at noticing them, becoming silent and watching the creatures fearfully as they crept closer, leaning and snuffling at him. One would pause and sit, cocking it's head and staring at him expectantly-A young shinx. For a moment the two would lock gazes, the duck glancing all about himself..up, down, behind him, all around..the only one here was him. It was looking at him? As if in response, the feline would reach forwards and paw at him a questioning mew coming from it. "A..aahh?" he could only stumble in response, caught in the moment. A long meow and an attempt at copying the bird's singing following suit. "O-oh that? Y..you want that?" he'd ask it, the pokemon giving a prideful look and nod in answer, the others chattering a small distance away as if excited. Hesitant at first, he'd look around to the small selection of eyes..all of them on him. They really were looking! As if to test, he'd hum lightly, the pokemon responding to the sound with positivity. Feeling excited, the boy would pick himself up and stand, his eyes locking with each of his small audiences' before taking in a breath, and allowing himself to sing. Song after song escaped him that day, more and more of the little creatures coming to listen to the tunes.

By the time his voice would crack, he'd be sitting in a little grouping the shinx in his lap and other pokemon gathered around him. So warm and friendly..they looked at him when he sang, and even better they liked what he did! He'd never felt as happy as he did in that moment...he'd found something to give a little bit of purpose, something to fill the void that had been growing in his chest. However, the fun of the day would soon be ended as a passerby would spot the grouping. Letting out a yell and quickly charging over, scaring all of the boy's company away from him. They would complain of how dirty and dangerous the creatures were, and drag him away, back within the town. He'd feel tears welling up in his eyes as he saw the pokemon leaving, the warmth he'd gained over the day starting to melt away at realizing..the only time someone here had acknowledged him was when they'd moved to ruin what good he'd found.

And so it would go on like that, the boy would take any opportunity he possibly could to spend time with the pokemon, often attempting to leave the town or find some way of following them to their place to live amongst what he felt to care about him. Each attempt foiled by another townsfolk, or family members. Yet this still would not change the behavior in his home. When the darkrai would appear with promises of granted wishes..the boy had no hesitation in expressing what his desire was. In the mind of the now 10 year old child..all he wanted was to be with the creatures that had shown him joy.

Likes:

Pokemon
Cuddling up with the pokemon when he sleeps
singing
When he's noticed positively
Sweet things
Seeing new places
Scribbling down little drawings

Dislikes:

Being unable to sing
When a pokemon doesn't like him
Feeling lonely
Electricity (The sparks scare him, though he's yet to have been hit with any kind of electric attack)
Being ignored



Extra:

He'll often scribble little pictures down when he can't explain himself through actions.
His arms are basically wings, but the ends work much like fingertips. (Think of how farfetch'd holds it's leek for example)
Very easy to startle or move to tears
Loves water, yet isn't very clear on swimming dynamics just yet..so it's best he avoids deep water. Though, it's likely you'd see him splashing about happily in shallow puddles.

-More to be added as it comes along-