POLZIN, Filat

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Filat.Lev.Polzin
    
there's blood on my hands.

JUST THE BASICS
full.name; Filat Polzin
nicknames; Fi (fEE)
age; 23
birthday; October 21
i'.think.i.might.fall.in.love.with; Girls
i'm.from; Verdanturf Town
but.i.live.in; Sootopolis City
i.make.a.name.by; Breeder

DON'T JUDGE ME
let.me.tell.you.what.i.look.like
Tall and thin, Filat never cares much about his exterior looks. His black, shaggy hair is often falling into his eyes, being pushed down by the goggles he wears on top of his head. His eyes pierce through the air with shining blue irises. His facial features are sharp and often called handsome though he seldom acknowledges it. Or, for that matter, even tries to achieve his looks.

Fi stands at the average height for most young men, just above 5'9". In a crowd he is hard to spot, looking so average from a distance. Though as someone approaches closer, they can notice the light pink patches on the left side of his body. Or perhaps they might notice the scars on his neck from when a Murkrow attacked. Other than these distinguishing features, there's nothing seperating the male from the other men walking along the street.

Lastly, Filat's fashion sense is nothing special and rather boring. On a normal day, he can be seen wearing a t-shirt and jeans or perhaps even cargo pants. On cold days he puts on an old, faded blue jacket that is well worn and practically falling apart. Contrary, on hot days he'll slip into some board shorts or even a tank top to fight off the heat. When he swims he sticks with his board shorts or in some cases a pair of black swim trunks that are stored at the back his closet. Finally his shoe choices are very bland. In public he wears a battered pair of plain tennis shoes that are nearly brown from the dirt though they started white. On his ranch he pus on his steel-toed, mud-covered boots to cover his feet. Regardless, there is nothing special about Fi other than his scars.

EVERYTHING'S INSIDE
i.really.like; Being alone and distant, nighttime, the darkness, caves, exploring, swimming
but.i.don't.like; Sweating, dirty floors, bright sunlight, noon
i.rock.at; Caring for Pokemon, cleaning and organizing
but.i.can't.seem.to; Socializing
i'm.afraid.of; Losing those closest to him
and.of.course.i'm.not.normal; Extremely OCD and will start to fix anything that isn’t perfect around him
someday.i.will; Dreams of raising a family of Deino evolutions and catching an Axew to raise
and.here.are.my.buddies; Murkrow, Stunky, Poochyena
if.i.had.to.sum.it.all.up;
There are certain things about a person that are able to be noticed immediately. For Fi, there are just two, the first being why only two are visible, the second just another quirk. For starters, he is extremely shy and cut-off from the rest of the world. The young man never interacts with people very much but rather prefers the company of Pokemon to get his social fill. He can be seen outside often but most of the time he is weaving his way through a crowd avoiding being noticed and touched by all. At times, he will even go out of his way to avoid people, like traveling through the underbrush beside a path because a trainer is there that might want him. The second trait that is rather noticeable is his obsession with organization. Even if he's in a hurry or trying to avoid a crowd, the young breeder will stop at nothing to fix messes. He's often picking up trash from the street or fixing a vendor's display alongside the road. 

Aside from that, to learn these next traits a person would have to be close to Filat, a rare and strange occurrence. One of the first things that could be learned would be seen by simply walking into his house. The house is cluttered with photos of Pokemon, paintings of Pokemon, toys for Pokemon and so on. This reveals his true love for Pokemon and how he actually cares for them. He would do anything to please the Pokemon in his care even if that meant risking his own health. Something else that could be learned about the quiet breeder is that he truly hates noon. Everyday from eleven thirty until one thirty the man spends his time working out in the basement. He doesn't care much for exercise considering how much of it he gets from the farm, but it takes his mind off the time. His body also goes through a strange sleep pattern, everything being shifted three hours later than everyone else. Even his meals are later than others. Regardless, other than those few quirks and traits, there isn't much to Fi because of how much he keeps to himself and doesn't share.

WHERE I COME FROM
if.i.had.to.write.an.essay;
On one rather chilly October afternoon, Filat Lev Polzin was born to a loving mother and father. At that point in time, he was the younger brother of Rome who was just two years older. The pair grew up together practically joined at the hip. It was when the little girl of the family entered that they slowly grew apart. Fi was just five when Irina entered the family and became his prized possession. He wouldn't let his sister do anything unless he was there too. Rome went off to school to learn about Pokemon just like his parents had. Their father, Lev Polzin, was a great Pokemon explorer and often went on trips to different regions to capture as many as he could for the lab to study. Their mother. Lidiya, was a researcher at the lab who always had a fancy for Lev.

When Rome turned thirteen the entire family took a trip to the Sinnoh region to get him his first Pokemon. Filat was ecstatic that they were taking a family vacation in the middle of his school year. When they arrived at the start of the region, the family made their way straight for the frostbitten north. Rome had been discussing how he wanted a Sneasel as his first Pokemon ever since he had discovered it. They stayed in a beautiful cottage overnight. In the morning the woman and Fi stayed at the cottage, enjoying their little vacation. The siblings romped through the snow until they saw their brother in the distance. The figure was alone though, void of the father they loved. He arrived and collapsed at the feet of his brother, panting and crying about some avalanche. Their mother joined them and in that instant the ground began to quake under the force of an avalanche pouring it's way through the landscape straight towards the family.

Filat was the first to start running but as he turned back he saw the rest of his family still standing by the cottage as the avalanche swallowed them. The boy didn't know what to do, whether to keep running or go back and help. He didn't have much time to decide before a large man picked him up and started to carry him away from everything he loved. The memories are fuzzy but the boy remembered waking up in the hospital with a burning pain consuming his left side. Forever would he wear the scars of the avalanche on the left side of his body. A strange aunt was there to pick him up and take him back to the Hoenn region where there was no snow, no avalanche, and no Sneasel for Rome. His aunt was old and greying as she worked on the family farm that had been passed down to her. The boy helped her as much as he could, though he gave up on the outside world.

His aunt fell ill when he was fifteen, leaving Fi to tend the farm by himself for a while until she recovered. It was the last day of her recovery that there was a knock on the door of the house. Sitting in front of the door was a single Murkrow, tangled in a net, struggling for freedom. The boy cut it free and was instantly attacked by the bird. It then became Filat's own personal struggle to tame and raise the bird. His aunt always laughed at him when he argued with the Murkrow while they were on the farm. Though the laughing only lasted for a few more years. When Fi turned eighteen his aunt stopped struggling with the illness and passed away. He was left with the farm and yet another gaping hole in his heart. For three years he worked with his Murkrow on the farm, every once in a while collecting a new member to his team, most of the time just selling it away to a better trainer. Though there were always those few that he kept.

TAKE A BOW
hi.i.am; Panda
i.read.the.rules; Admin Edit
i.also.play; The strange Admin
let.me.show.you.my.skills;

The fading tan curtains gently began to stir as the clock chimed ten. There was very little stirring in the house other than the air, and the occasional twitch of Saki, the Stunky. A young man rolled on his side as a strong cold wind blew through the open bedroom windows. He sat up and looked for his Murkrow which happened to be nowhere in sight. He sighed as he ran his fingers through the disheveled mess that was his hair. He wanted to flop back down on the warm sheets and enjoy another thousand years of rest, but instead, Filat stood. As he went towards his dresser he practically stepped on the tail of his Poochyena. "Hota," he sneered at the Pokemon before pulling out a plain black t-shirt and some cargo pants for the day.


A loud flutter of wings entered the room as finaly, the Murkrow returned. "Have fun last night?" Fi asked, pulling his shirt over his head. The bird cawed loudly as a reply, giving the Stunky a small start. Sadly, the Pokemon didn't stay awake but rather fell back into her sleep, enjoying the warm cushion she had claimed as a home. The bird flew to his master's head as soon as it was uncovered and attacked it in a flurry of wings. "God, stop it!" he shouted, swatting the bird onto the bed before laughing. The creature let out something resembling a purr before flying off into another room, Hota hot in pursuit. 

[HANNAH]

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