Felix Autori

Name: Felix Autori

Nickname: Psychic Felix

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Rank: Trainer. Enjoys to dabble a bit in Contests but he much prefers Trainer battles.

Birthplace: Kalos, Aquacorde

Battle Style: In a wild battle Felix allows his Pokemon to battle on their own, trusting them to be able to know what to do. However if he is battling against a trainer he will take it more seriously, using his novice abilities in telepathy to provide orders to his Pokemon over the mind rather than vocally, thus giving him the element of surprise, and an increase in reaction speed since he only has to think a command instead of speaking it. Of course, he refuses to use anything other than a psychic type Pokemon in battle. While in an actual battle Felix likes to use crushingly strong attacks, while still willing to do just about anything to achieve his win.

Looks:

Spoiler:

Felix stands around 5'11 with a weight of 150. He dons himself in casual clothing and usually some sort of a jacket to top it off.

Personality: Despite his dark past Felix is a rather cheerful person, never afraid to strike up conversation or crack a joke, even be it at his own dispense. He has a love for Psychic type Pokemon, going so far as to refusing to use any other type in a battle, he thinks that the mind will trump over the body any day. Felix despises boastful people, seeing no need for somebody to claim themselves as being good at something, instead they should show it. While no longer being a child Felix still holds onto some of that childhood energy, he loves to run around and play with his Pokemon. While he does enjoy the company of all Pokemon he looks down upon anything not psychic type. He loves the feeling of exploring new areas, happy to be away from his enclosing home. Felix loves to travel in groups much more than being alone, the company of others always comforting him slightly.

History:

A scared mother began singing to a small bundle of blankets in her arms, tears glistened as they streaked down her face, her voice was cracking as she tried her best to comfort the child in her trembling arms. However the mother wavering voice did little to calm the nerves of the small creation of life that lay struggling against the warmth of his cocoon like sheets. A deep screech echoed throughout the cozy cupboard that the mother had holed in, nothing but the strength of a flimsy wooden door standing between whatever had caused the blood curdling rattle of a shout. The wooden door slammed open, the flimsy material almost shattering as it impacted with the wall behind it. In the door way was a man, he stood menacingly over the woman, a bloody knife in his hand. A small glimpse of what was behind the huntsman. On the floor was a man, his body surrounded by a flooded sea of crimson water, his tanned hair becoming polluted by the mixture of colors, the shovel in his hand having failed in its purpose to defend his family.

Felix jolted from his bed, his skin sticky with sweat as he let out a ravenous shiver. It was always the same nightmare. Felix rose from his bed, He changed from his feathery soft Pajama clothing into his day outfit, a casual T-Shirt, Jacket, and Jean combo. He exited from his small prison like room, entering a much larger room, it was about thirty feet from wall to grey wall, in the room were a few odds and ends, a bookshelf in one corner, a fridge in another, and two connecting rooms, one to his and one to his fathers. However the main attraction to the room was a wooden table, it was a finely crafted polished dark wood top, the sides of the table had been hand etched with a looping picture of a Dratini rising out of a splashing wave, the fine woodsman ship still amazed Felix even after having lived here for as long as he could remember. On each end of the table was a single polished dark wood chair, on the end farther from Felix sat a man, he was of average height yet on the skinny side, his jet black hair contrasting harshly with his light colored spring attire. "Morning Father" Felix would greet the man, and each morning he was answered by the same grunt of a response. Felix would continue to walk through his daily trench, eating something from the fridge and then walking outside for his daily training. The boy would sit for hours at a time, simply starring at a pebble or an Acorn, his mind straining itself to reach out at the object and simply touch it. It was not until the distant age of ten was Felix finally able to feel the ecstatic joy that was brought upon by the pebble shaking. He had finally done it, he had finally made the first step towards Telekinesis, he had reached his mind out and physically affected something.

Shortly after hearing the news of Felix's achievement his father came home with a card board box, he violently dropped the box in front of Felix while he was practicing, causing the boy to reel back in surprise, upon peering into the box he saw two small Pokemon, both of which were Ralts. His father told him that they were strictly for helping him train, not pets, however no matter how hard Felix tried to follow his fathers orders, he couldn't help but to bond with the two Pokemon, of course naming them did not help him keep a business relationship with his two new friends. It wasint long before the Trio became inseparable. While Naito was nowhere near as helpful in training as Tasuke was, he still stuck around for both motivational support and to watch over Felix, scaring off any unwanted company that he may have had.

Felix continued his rigorous training until the age of 16. He had been sitting in his room while his father talked with company around the large wooden table. While it was unlike Felix to disobay an order from his Father, he was curious as to what they were taking so long to talk about. The boy slithered over to the door, cracking it ever so slightly, just enough to let noise echo through it. "You want that much for some kid?" The unidentifiable voice must have belonged to the mystery man who was meeting with his father. "Some kid? I've raised this boy for awhile, and he has potential." The rat like squeel of his Fathers voice made its way through the cracked door. Felix slowly shut the door, his father was trying to sell him. Felix couldn't believe it, it just could not be true, was this the whole reason he had been made to train his whole life. He awaited the exit of his Fathers company before leaving the room. Upon exiting his confinements Felix began to whistle a tune. His father looked at him with a disgruntled face. Before his father could say anything Felix reached out with his mind, he grabbed at the smoothly carved legs of the table, swiftly dismembering them from the perfectly carved piece of wood. With a flurry of dark colors the dangerously sharp legs of the table began to whiz around Felix's father. Something had dawned on him when he had heard that his father had tried to trade him. The dreams were no fabrication they were a vision of the past, this man, had killed his real parents and taken him to sell at a later date, this explained the differing physical qualities the two had, along with why he had never been close with this man and oh so many more things. As Felix's mind raced, the Jagged pieces of wood carved etches into the mans skin as the flew by, ripping him up bit by bit. The finely carved Dratini emerging from the crimson waves as the room was painted from its ugly grey color. Felix ignored what his mind was doing as he sang a small tune.



Badges:

Items: 5 Poke Balls, Egg Move Stone [Easter Event - Teaches Any Compatible EM], Chocolate Lopunny [Easter Event - Maximizes Happiness]

Money: $11,200


Pokémon

Pokémon: Ralts

Nickname: Naito

Gender: Male

Level: 10

Moves: Growl, confusion, double team. Destiny Bond (EM)

Ability: Synchronize

Personality:  Despite his stature Naito is incredibly courageous, he is unafraid to jump in front of an opponent even if it happens to be crushingly large in comparison. Naito prefers to battle with a relentless assault of blows to his opponent, never giving them a chance to recuperate from the previous strike before starting anew. However he will completely lose focus on the battle if either Felix or Tasuke are in danger, instead instantly switching over to protect one of the two. Naito thinks of himself as a protector, he has declared it his mission to keep both Tasuke and Felix out of harms way, if either of the two end up injured he feels as if he is at fault. while a ferocious battler, Naito is also a ferocious eater. Because of him and Tasuke having an exceptionally strong bond together the two are able to enter each others minds, allowing for almost perfect synchronization.

Exp: 0



Pokémon: Ralts

Nickname: Tasuke ( Felix calls her Tasu for short. )

Gender: Female

Level: 9

Moves: Growl, confusion. Encore (EM)

Ability: Synchronize

Personality: Tasuke is incredibly intelligent, unlike Naito she will almost never jump into a battle headlong, instead she will first weigh her options of wining and decides on what she does accordingly. Tasu likes to use her smarts for trickery against, while she enjoys the art of playing pranks on people she will only do so on people that she approves of, if she does not like a person she will hide behind either Naito or Felix.

Exp: 0

Easter Egg - Easter Event, 15% Shiny Chance

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