[X] My Assistant

[Cass]

(Urg, parden any spelling/grammar errors.. spellcheck refuses to work and my computer hates me.)

Name: Francis "Sissy" Drake Sykes

Age: Seventeen years

Gender: Intersexual, but we'll call Sissy a "he" because of that flat chest he has.

Hometown: Previously Petropolis, now Lenoilia. If only he could remember living in Petropolis at all.

Appearance: A reference picture can be found by clicking here. Thick layers of russet,auburn, and chocolate locks choppily poof up from his head, but fall down his back for at least a foot in length. The unruly strands are pulled into a left-side parted fringe with the coppery brown threads laying over his left eye partially to obscure the male's sight for the sake of style. He spends much too much time on this single aspect of his looks, constantly fixing it and brushing it thoroughly to insure a proper appearance. His 'do is his signature, obviously, but it would be nothing without a pair of green-lense, trusty yet inconspicuous nightvision goggles resting between the fluffed half and the hanging bangs. They are rarely seen out of place and the left lense is cracked somewhat, but they function as they should. Sissy claims to the gave that they give him good luck during battles.

As far as facial structure goes, Sissy has a rather distinguishingly feminine exterior form, cheek bones petite along with the chin, and much too large eyes. His dull but somehow bright irises are a transitioning shade of denim and light blue, sensitive charcoal pupils large from lack of exposure to sunlight. His ability to see clearly is corrupted by an ocular condition where any sorts of bright light can disfigure them. The most Sissy can tell are vague shapes, unless an object is within two feet. Long back lashes are flared and easily visible by those he meets, standing out rather blatantly without the help of mascara. These are, by far, the most girl-like things on his entire figure, and those curving eyebrows above them aren't helping any either. No freckles dust his cheeks, but with hat pale pearl skin Sissy doesn't blush pink- he only blushes bright, fire engine red. It's impossible not to notice, for even a blind man could figure out the teen's embarrassment.

Sissy stands just short of average, literally, being five feet and five inches tall with a perfectly average weight for the meager life he leads; 119 pounds. Having absolutely no money and thieving food or scavenging from trash cans doesn't exactly provide one with the proper nutritious balance.This explains why, when hugging him, you can actually feel his ribs poking through. The best way to hide this lack of good eating; clothes, and lots of them.

All of his wearable possessions are hand-me-downs, gifts, or were stolen/won from another criminal in a pokemon battle. One cushiony, white-gray-green argyle jacket with a high collar which goes past his chin in height. Sissy's legs are permanently clad in speckled, black pants that drag on the floor and have chains of varying designs, lengths, girths, and tones hanging from the right hip by belt loops. Hanging from them, there are hundreds of tiny, pokemon-related charms but only two of those said charms are actual pokeballs hung there by clips. For foot-protection, he has a pair of snow white soft-sole sneakers with green velcro straps since laces are supposedly too difficult to work with. His hands are covered by shredded-up, sunshine yellow, fingerless gloves which have seen more than their fair share of scuffles on streets. To tie in the strange bit of yellow, an inconceivably long lime/sun striped scarf is wrapped around his neck at all times of the year, winding downward to reach his knees with extra material.

During the days spent with criminal buddies and the kidnappers who took care of him, Sissy got a few mandatory piercings to help increase his intimidating skils. This did not go as planned, but the holes in his ears still remain; two earrings in the left ear, three in the right. They switch periodically when other jewelry can be scrounged up, but are always in the same spots. According to rumors, he also has his belly button pierced.

Personality: Sheepish and soft-spoken. Sissy isn't exactly what you would call a "social butterfree", nor is he good with self-confidence or any type of courage in general. He's quiet and shy, avoiding speaking with strangers and newly met persons as much as possible out of paranoia that he would mess up or make a fool of himself by stuttering. Which he does. A lot. His overly careful and easily embarrassed reactions give him an inadvertently deceptive side, as you would not expect Sissy to be a thief, seeing as most of the time the criminals you meet aren't scared of their own shadows. Yes, he's a 'fraidy cat, but he's also gullible and intensely naive so he can't exactly tell when or when not to trust others. No matter how much Sissy is taken advantage of by others when he falls for their tricks and manipulation, he continues to trust anyone who gives him their word that they won't hurt him. Not because he thinks that there is good in everyone, but more because he has fallen into the habit of acting clueless while knowing all too well that they don't have good intentions. He isn't stupid, he's just naturally too trusting.

He is not exactly accepting of others touching him, unless those "others" are his own pokemon. is personal bubble is about a feet all the way around his entire body and if it's pierced even slightly, he becomes twice as nervous and has been known to faint from hugs or involuntary physical contact. He fears, above all, that pain will come his way in the form of fellow human beings. Sissy wouldn't care in the slightest if a pokemon attempted to assault him, but even the offer of a hand-shake from another trainer is enough to make the poor teenager cringe in terror that the gesture might become more violent than intended. It seems the one thing that Sissy isn't scared for his life around are bug and ghost pokemon, even though those two types are possibly the two which invoke horror most. Insectophobia and phasmophobia died at a young age from positive exposure to them early on, but aphenphosmphobia thrived due to equal but negative exposure.

When it comes to pokemon, Sissy is actually quite the brainiac. His entire lfie has been devoted to learning about them, studying them, and fighting alongside them. He's literally like a walking pokedex and could tell you any information you'd ever need to know on any species of pokemon. Not just on bug or ghost types, but anything. He's always secretly hoped to become a professor one day, maybe over come his bad reputation and get out of the slums where he thought he'd lived his entire life.

Biography: Sissy doesn't remember who his birth parents were, what they looked like, or where he lived. As an infant of only three years, Sissy was abducted from his family by a band of kidnappers from Lenoilia. His parents, no doubt, had been up there with the richest of the rich, amazing scientists living in Petropolis with their only child. The original plan had been to steal Francis and put him up for ransom, until it backfired on the thieves and they found out a few days later that both the mother and father were killed in a car crash shortly after the abduction. No money would be sent and the toddler was worthless now as leverage. They might have killed him for being useless baggage, too, had one of the more famous, female thieves in Lenoilia spoken up. She said that this boy would be worth something eventually when he was older, what with those inherited brains from his parents. It'd be even more of a waste to destroy the poor whelp and go away empty handed than wait a few years until the brat might show his talents.

So, he was raised in a den of thieves, brought up to think that his father was dead at the hands of police and his mother had been that grand criminal; Georgeana Sykes. Sissy may have been useful as a the information collector and casual pick-pocket, but not enough to save him from abuse at the hands of hot-tempered fugitives. Throughout his entire lifetime, Sissy was beaten down and yelled at, so his self-esteem didn't exactly bloom as it should have. His only confidant was a Nincada that Georgeana gave him to help incase attacks from the outside did be-fall her ward. They got along swimmingly, and after some time, the Nincada, Charl, became strong enough to also fend off the thieves. Not in time to save her trainer from the scars, but at least it earned him respect before he became a proper pre-teen. That was all the youth needed to survive until his fifteenth birthday, when Georgeana announced that it was time he left the nest and spread the wings. Suddenly, Sissy found himself banished from the only place he ever knew of as home, headed for parts unknown.

For the next two years, he camped out in various forest-ridden areas all across the regions, catching a few more pokemon to add to his growing team. He didn;t mention it to anyone, but he never planned on returning to Georgeana or her pack of scoundrels. Although, Sissy didn't think she would accept him back if he did go crawling for the "safety" of Lenoilia. This so-called "mission for maturity" was her own way of letting him go free from the servitude under her without showing any sensitivity in front of her men.

Starting Pokemon:
"Charl" the female Nincada
Level nine
Naughty nature
Ability is Compoundeyes
Has learned the moves Scratch, Harden, Leach Life, and Sand Attack.
Amused by pranks and with great skills ins setting them up herself, she enjoys bugging others but instantly becomes motherly and serious whenever she is around Sissy. Her trickery knows no bounds, and she often takes advantage of the fact that others are scared of bugs. The fear of trainers is the best joke she knows.

"Pun" the male Tyrogue
Level six
Brave nature
Ability is Guts
Has learned the moves Tackle, Helping Hand, Fake Out, and Foresight.
Never quite an end to his chivalrous, knightly nature, Tyrogue is a noble and honorable pokemon who defends to the grave that he aims soley for truth and justice. Sometimes, on occasion, he can come off as too serious or too devoted, but this also comes with a great deal of charming, prince-like mannerisms.

"Zeeb" the female Combee
Level five
Lonely nature
Ability is Honey Gather
Has learned the moves Gust and Sweet Scent.
If left inside her pokeball for even five minutes, Zeeb will go crazy with lonliness. The second she pops out of the pokeball, she always tackles Sissy and insists on showering him with affection. Sometimes this becomes such a desire for attention that she will ignore commands during a fight.

Items:
Pokeball x2
Cherry berry x4
Journal x1

Other Notes: Sissy's biggest weakness in battles is that he immediately faints, without question, at the sight of

The biscuit's name is Bertha!
The funny part is; it's a boy biscuit.

[Master Houndoom]

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