Post by Eidolon on Feb 9, 2009 18:17:32 GMT -5
Name: "Mad" Hattori
Species: Farfetch'd
Age: 2 and a half years, about Lv.6
Gender: Male
Description:
While a normal Farfetch'd in most ways, possessing the duck-like appearance, prehensile feathers and yellow beak typical of his species; one immediately noticeable thing about Hattori is his eyes. Which are wide and staring with tiny black pupils no larger than the pips of an apple. Due to his intense paranoia, he hardly ever closes his eyes, blinking and sleeping only rarely. The area around his eyes dark with weariness. The 'V' shaped eyebrow-like plumage over his eyes is shaped like a 'Y' in his case, which also helps his eyes to stand out due to the contrast between his glossy light brown plumage. As if his strange gaze wasn't enough of a giveaway as to his questionable mental state, the three feathers atop his head are also shaped into a rather untidy mohawk. The rest of his plumage being in similar disarray, scruffy and poorly-kept. Uneven in places due to early moulting brought about by stress. Despite his rather disheveled appearance however, his muscles are very tough and stringy, refined from years of fleeing larger hungrier creatures than himself (those who didn't care how chewy and bland he would taste) and he is in fact quite strong. (Still, who's gonna stand up to a hungry-looking Houndoom in the middle of the night armed with nothing but a leek? Not even a crazy person!)
Personality: Having lived something of a "life on the edge", every day a series of near-death escapes from hungry pokemon with a craving for roast duck with spring onion seasoning, Hattori has over the years become very VERY paranoid. Particularly of canines. Living in a state of near perpetual alertness, only catching sleep for an hour at a time, a few times a day, Hattori only manages to remain conscious due to a combination of inner focus and an overworked adrenal system - which is kept constantly active by his (often accurate) belief that at any second something is going to burst out from a bush behind him and try to eat him.
Living like this for so long has driven Hattori himself over the edge... mentally. Madder than a Cherrim on steroids, he exhibits most of the common symptoms; talking to himself, laughing out loud for no apparent reason, and trying to solve imaginary conspiracies against himself in a similar manner to a detective. Additionally, he can also turn violent towards those he mistrusts (generally everyone else who can't gobble him up in a flash) and his years of isolation (from friendly contact anyway) have left him with very poor social skills. The only pokemon who can go near him without receiving a harsh beating or him running away being fellow Farfetch'd or other similarly-sized flying types.
History: Born as the second of five chicks in the clutch of his mother, Hattori was quickly thrown into the danger-filled life of a Farfetch'd at around Lv .3, when a rogue Houndour attacked the nest one night. His mother commanding himself and his brothers and sisters to scatter and flee into the marshes, they did so, and he never saw or heard from any of them again. Alone and frightened, Hattori, who still could not even fly yet, was forced to stay awake all through the night. Deducing that devoid of a safe haven, being awake was the only time he could defend himself from the many pokemon trying to hunt him.
Growing up alone, and taking this destructive philosophy to heart, Hattori soon went mad due to mounting paranoia and a constantly hyperactive brain. Coming to see near everything around him as a threat, and beginning to recognize traces of imaginary conspiracies everywhere around him. With no-one to talk to, he would voice his concerns to himself. And in time the few local pokemon who would accidentally bump into him (those without the intention of gobbling him up) began to call him Mad Hattori. After the Mad Hatter of human fairytale.
Other: Hattori has a distinct laugh, making a "Duk duk duk duk duk!" noise instead of "Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Species: Farfetch'd
Age: 2 and a half years, about Lv.6
Gender: Male
Description:
While a normal Farfetch'd in most ways, possessing the duck-like appearance, prehensile feathers and yellow beak typical of his species; one immediately noticeable thing about Hattori is his eyes. Which are wide and staring with tiny black pupils no larger than the pips of an apple. Due to his intense paranoia, he hardly ever closes his eyes, blinking and sleeping only rarely. The area around his eyes dark with weariness. The 'V' shaped eyebrow-like plumage over his eyes is shaped like a 'Y' in his case, which also helps his eyes to stand out due to the contrast between his glossy light brown plumage. As if his strange gaze wasn't enough of a giveaway as to his questionable mental state, the three feathers atop his head are also shaped into a rather untidy mohawk. The rest of his plumage being in similar disarray, scruffy and poorly-kept. Uneven in places due to early moulting brought about by stress. Despite his rather disheveled appearance however, his muscles are very tough and stringy, refined from years of fleeing larger hungrier creatures than himself (those who didn't care how chewy and bland he would taste) and he is in fact quite strong. (Still, who's gonna stand up to a hungry-looking Houndoom in the middle of the night armed with nothing but a leek? Not even a crazy person!)
Personality: Having lived something of a "life on the edge", every day a series of near-death escapes from hungry pokemon with a craving for roast duck with spring onion seasoning, Hattori has over the years become very VERY paranoid. Particularly of canines. Living in a state of near perpetual alertness, only catching sleep for an hour at a time, a few times a day, Hattori only manages to remain conscious due to a combination of inner focus and an overworked adrenal system - which is kept constantly active by his (often accurate) belief that at any second something is going to burst out from a bush behind him and try to eat him.
Living like this for so long has driven Hattori himself over the edge... mentally. Madder than a Cherrim on steroids, he exhibits most of the common symptoms; talking to himself, laughing out loud for no apparent reason, and trying to solve imaginary conspiracies against himself in a similar manner to a detective. Additionally, he can also turn violent towards those he mistrusts (generally everyone else who can't gobble him up in a flash) and his years of isolation (from friendly contact anyway) have left him with very poor social skills. The only pokemon who can go near him without receiving a harsh beating or him running away being fellow Farfetch'd or other similarly-sized flying types.
History: Born as the second of five chicks in the clutch of his mother, Hattori was quickly thrown into the danger-filled life of a Farfetch'd at around Lv .3, when a rogue Houndour attacked the nest one night. His mother commanding himself and his brothers and sisters to scatter and flee into the marshes, they did so, and he never saw or heard from any of them again. Alone and frightened, Hattori, who still could not even fly yet, was forced to stay awake all through the night. Deducing that devoid of a safe haven, being awake was the only time he could defend himself from the many pokemon trying to hunt him.
Growing up alone, and taking this destructive philosophy to heart, Hattori soon went mad due to mounting paranoia and a constantly hyperactive brain. Coming to see near everything around him as a threat, and beginning to recognize traces of imaginary conspiracies everywhere around him. With no-one to talk to, he would voice his concerns to himself. And in time the few local pokemon who would accidentally bump into him (those without the intention of gobbling him up) began to call him Mad Hattori. After the Mad Hatter of human fairytale.
Other: Hattori has a distinct laugh, making a "Duk duk duk duk duk!" noise instead of "Ha ha ha ha ha!"
