Uri Kirov

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i'll give you enough time to regain your composure

to reconstruct a heart that's torn apart from over-exposure

» name «

Uri Ianovich Kirov

» age «

Twenty-six

» gender «

Male

» orientation «

Homosexual

» ethnicity «

Russian - French - Persian - Ninetales

» hometown «

Whitegrove City - Kairuu Region

» family «

Ian Kirov → Father → Persian 'Morph
Corrine Alsace → Mother → Ninetales 'Morph

» occupation «

In retrospect, I worked with my father in his small bounty hunting organization, and by small I mean the maximum of occupants was usually six or so. We were small and unofficial, but we got the job done, no others knew how to traverse the mountains like we did.

However, after the incident... I am no longer a member of the organization, I was revoked of my status, occupation, and belongings, all by my very own father.

Although, he never wanted me without something to preoccupy myself with, he suggested Levis, but to be terribly honest I don't trust his word and the thought of working under someone and their rules again does not sound appetizing, the freedom of just being a trainer, it's a lot more desirable. Whatever the choice, it's of little consequence, I'm not as passionate towards these choices as my former métier.

» personality «

» callous

By no means the 'nicest of guys', Uri's social skills leave something to be desired. Beyond him even knowing this, it doesn't phase him significantly what people think of his actions, nor does he aspire to change himself to be generally more enjoyable for the masses. His behavior, he believes, is his own, regardless of reason, it's what seems natural to him and what first flicks off his inner instincts, he isn't the type to care about 'thinking before speaking'.

Insensitive and blunt, chances are Uri is going to end up offending you one way or another, he has a tendency to say the first thing that comes into his mind and not give a damn about the feelings of others. Contrary to natural responses, Uri's expression has a tendency not to change when other's express significant amounts of sadness or angry, naturally one would soften up to sorrowful others or possibly flare up to counteract anger, but generally not caring to let others effect him allows Uri to maintain composure through most situations, it also allows him to keep saying whatever the Hell he wants without getting the urge to sugar-coat things for the weak of heart.

This brutally honest nature of his will, however, never lets you hear a lie if the situation doesn't call for it, if you want an honest opinion on something, Uri's likely to give you the most sincere of kinds. However, even if you don't ask for it, he may brandish it, often with a scalding tongue as well, he doesn't have any qualms with pointing out your flaws, but this doesn't mean he might not point out your virtues as well, that is if you have any.

Perhaps it's in the blood of his, those fickle feline traits of a Persian, ready to scratch without warning, but, in general, if you leave Uri alone he'll do you no harm, much akin to a cat as well.

» vindictive

Talking about blood traits, Uri has the most stubborn of tendencies to hold grudges and go out of his way to retaliate and quench his lingering thirst for revenge, a quality burrowed deep from Ninetales heritage, Uri sometimes just can't let things go unpunished and often finds himself dealing the punishment. Although, he isn't the one to stick up proud for 'justice' or anything other hype like that, he does find crimes against himself not to go without effective backlash. Besides, if you let people walk all over you and not do anything about they'll never stop, right? It's how he figures it to be. He makes sure to make a significant note to the ones who wrong him not to do so, ever again, there's always consequence when taking action towards Uri.

However, Ninetales are known to never let go of grudges and cast one thousand year curses, these things Uri has no sort of will power or mystic power to do, leave Uri's presence long enough and it's likely he'll forget about minor misdemeanors. He's not the type to bring up something you did two years ago, especially of it was akin to something as a mistake. But sometimes, a sorry just doesn't cut it with this guy.

» taciturn

Quiet and furtive, Uri isn't the one to be the loudest or most talkative person in a group, although by no means shy, he doesn't exactly fit the bill as outgoing and sociable. If not provoked into a conversation, it's most likely he won't be engaged in one, unless the off chance is that his curiosity his sparked (which seems to happed more often in little kitties) and he will pose a question or something to that effect to engage at least minimal conversation.

Regardless of reason, Uri isn't the best at holding a conversation and sometimes his responses can be sharp and leave little to interpretation, sometimes without his consent, but if you're interesting enough, he'll put enough effort in to not let the conversation dwindle, that is, unless, all of his curiosity is satiated. Then, you might be left hanging is all aspects. Contrary to belief, Uri is rather well-spoken and eloquent in the nature of things, but the words if choice or structure of a sentence that he may procure don't set up the most natural of conversations.

However, despite quiet at nature, if Uri has an opinion on something, he'll do well enough to voice it, even if his input isn't wanted at that certain time. He's confident enough in his own intelligence to think that his thought on a matter might even be interesting, if not useful in some way. More than on one occasion, this trait leads to argument, even fights, allowing Uri to flex a claw or two.

» independent

As if he couldn't get anymore cat like. Uri, in all aspects, believes he can fend for himself more than sufficiently and doesn't urge to surround himself or people, nor does he crave attention en masse, he is well-enough sticking to his own game plan or just floating amongst the summer air, whether people are with him or not, is just a small insignificant variable to Uri.

However, Uri is well aware of teamwork and the benefits of looking out for one another, it was exactly like that when he worked for his father. The fellow bounty hunters worked together, helped and often saved each other in peril, it made them function smoothly like oil gears, and it multiplied their resource and power sixfold. Despite this, after being ostracized by the organization, Uri has little faith in that brotherhood, believing that there was no feeling of kinship between any of them, it's all about money and it's only their job, nothing more.

Thusly, Uri sees no immediate reason to affiliate himself with a pack, and frankly, large groups make him uneasy.

» au fait

Uri enjoys priding himself knowing that he is not without a keen sense of intelligence, what with being homeschooled by his mother, and then taught the ropes of survival, tracking, stealth and basic defense by his father, Uri doesn't need recognition in knowing that his knowledge of such topics is deep enough.

He's skilled in what does-- rather, what he used to do, but he more than often uses such skills in every day situation when it calls for it, and does it well, as he was fairly proficient in his former occupation. Whether it'd be interesting philosophy lectures from his Mother or Chángquán lessons from his Father, Uri is more than confident is his range of knowledge, how significant each one is, is another matter. He's not the type to admit that he might fall under the 'Jack of many trades, King of none' syndrome.

» appearance «

Common to the people of Whitegrove, Uri is very white-washed, in a sense that his skin is fair, much like his hair. Without any harsh exposure to the sun in a snow Wonderland, the people of Whitegrove rarely have dark pigments, nor do they darken often, and because of this, they're usually the first people to burn in sunlight. At least, this is the case for Uri.

If not for the extra appendages, most people will notice Uri's hair at first, not only for it's incredible length, but for the sheer, almost platinum, blonde colour to it. It resembles greatly the colours and sheen of both Persian's and Ninetales' fur, obviously, this is an abhorrently feminine physical trait of Uri's, mocked more than often for it. Even if cut it persistently grows at a heightened rate, after awhile Uri gave up on managing it and just let it be, barely giving it a thought of care. These days, it hangs just above his thighs.

His skin poses no contrast to his hair, since it also retains a fairly pale shade. With constant lack of sun, Uri doesn't find his skin tone to be anything abnormal, although it may be considerably paler than average due to the pigmentation of beige-y fur from his Pokemorph blood line.

Tall and lean, Uri isn't incredibly slim as he has a far amount of muscle in his chest, stomach and legs, as to be expected from his former occupation. With his genre of expertise involving tracking and pursuit, his legs retain the most muscle, which is also due to the type of physical training he received from his Father's lessons. On his registration bill upon entering his Father's organization, the height read 6'1 while the weight totaled in 175 lbs, although he may have lost some weight since then, he isn't as physically active as he was when he was working.

With two strange little feline ears perched up top upon his head and a furry tail protruding from his tail bone, it isn't incredibly hard to tell that Uri is a Pokemorph. Although, perhaps his ears are a bit tinier than he would like and aren't exactly as powerful as his father's, he is still a Pokemorph no less. A hybrid between Persian and Ninetales blood, features that Uri was bound to obtain was at random, he was born with only one tail, and with puberty passed and gone, it seems he was destined to only have one, coinciding with Persian nature. Aside from that difference, generally everything seemed normal enough, but the oddest thing was that even though he was born from two morphs with discolouration the ends of their tails, he received none. And even more so, being born from two 'Morphs with red eyes, Uri's retained an olive green colour, coming from older heritage in the Kirov family tree. But, perhaps that is far more proper, since Ninetales are known to control minds with their ruby eyes and Uri knows of no such power within him. Even though a good part of his arms and hands are clothed in gloves the majority of the time, his rather rigid and hard nails can be quite noticeable, considering the fact that they may look dangerous in a stranger's eyes.

» history «

»vengeful victories«

Just as a forewarning, I am no dramatic story teller nor do I go out of my way to heighten things to keep you interested. I'll say these things as to how I remember and perceived them to be, so if you get bored, it's not my problem.

I was born in Whitegrove City, a prosperous town that's nestled well-enough into a section of Kairuu's Mountains, if you haven't heard of Whitegrove before, it's very much of an idyllic winter 'wonderland', snowfall all year around and no sweltering summers. Amazing, really. And if you haven't heard of the Kairuu region before, then I suggest you go look at a map, your geography skills leave something to be desired.

Anyway... I was born to Ian Kirov and Corrine Alsace, unmarried Pokemorphs, my father a Persian and my mother a Ninetales, so this left me to be something of a hybrid between the two. A mutt you could say, diluted blood. I suppose I was lucky though, there wasn't any pressing complications with my birth, I seemed fairly healthy. Everything, immediate, seemed alright, it must've been a nice time for my parents... I assume.

From there, I grew up as a child of Whitegrove. If you're still ignorant towards the ways of Kairuu, I'll inform you that Pokemorphs are quite normal there, and I was accepted and made friends, as a child, both of human and Pokémon blood, mixed or pure, none of it mattered. Although, I never went to school with the other kids, my mother homeschooled me. I'll admit, she's bit of an arrogant woman, she never thought any 'public education' could teach as well as she could, I suppose, because of this I was isolated from the other children, who used all their spare time during school hours to play. But, now, it doesn't matter to me all that much, I was given a far superior education which is far more useful than social skills will ever be.

From there... it was all very normal for me, I was never neglected by my parents, they taught me all I wanted to know and I received any attention I may have craved for it. Nothing quite out of the ordinary, correct? Although, even as a child, I noticed my Father's constant absence, sometimes for days on end, I asked, but always received the same response from my mother, 'He's working. He's a very busy and important man, be proud of him.' So I was, but I couldn't help but wonder and miss my father, as any child would.

When I came of age, sixteen, my Father finally explained to me why he was away so much. And not delicately at all, he gave it to me very straight, how he was literally 'catching bad guys' and sometimes even killing them. My Father, like myself, never saw reason to sugar-coat things. In addition, he told me how dangerous his job was and how many of his comrades were lost in the snowy mountains and had never returned, saying that he could lose his own life like they had. Although, I'll admit, that had upset me some, he went on to say how he loved his job because he was protecting people, especially his family. From there, my adoration and admiration grew for him, I wanted to do exactly what he did, and work alongside him.

Surprisingly, there wasn't too much hesitation on his part, perhaps he expected my response. Was I that predictable? But, I was happy, ecstatic even. My training for the job began immediately, whenever my Father wasn't working he was with me, putting me through the rings. Even though I couldn't officially join the organization until I was eighteen, my Father made sure I would be more than prepared, apparently I had some strong pride and honor to uphold, as his son. The training was... ugh, hard and tedious, I became frustrated more times than I can count, and on top of that I also had to balance lessons from my Mother as well.

Through my rebellious teen years I began to wonder if I was really their son, it seemed like they wanted me as a student, a disciple, someone they could mold to their liking. These days, it doesn't matter to me all that much.

But, the most amazing thing about training was receiving my first Pok?mon, a shiny-coated Vulpix. Everyone who first entered the organization were given a Pokémon as their companion and partner, my Father figured it would give me a bit of an advantage if I was given my early. So, although the training was hard, with Aleksei be my side learning with me the entire way, I felt like a weight was lifted.

Right. Moving on... It didn't take too long before I turned eighteen, but with backbreaking lessons for two years it seemed far too long, and I was officially initiated into my Father's small, yet skilled tactical group. I 'graduated' from my Mother's lessons, and was working, if anyone has felt that 'coming of age' sort of deal, mine would've been right there and then.

From there it was all work, it was all my mind was focused on, protecting, and, possibly moreso, impressing my Father. Criminals, vandals, anyone who wandered into the Mountains, we found, often we were even asked to act as a 'rescue party' finding lost people who had long since wandered into the Mountains aimlessly. Sometimes, individuals of our group were asked to do odd jobs for the people of Whitegrove, we were a little helter-skelter like, I suppose. But, we were useful, and proficient, I was more than proud just to be apart of the group.

Then came the day, the day of the 'incident', my last day as my Father's comrade. I don't like to think about it... but I'll reiterate it as I saw it, for the sake of accuracy. We had received an important task from the Police, they wanted us to help find and capture an infamous drug cartel, who had apparently set up a small residence high in the Mountain, how they would've survived up there is beyond me. We took this job like any other, significant and deadly, as such viral criminals we knew that captured wasn't going to be simple, and that lives were going to be lost, we found more as a 'search and destroy' mission more than track and capture. With all the crimes behind them, they were facing death or a lifetime in jail anyway.

We trailed the mountain side, scaling and traversing snow, like so many times before, all of us. My comrades, my friends, I really thought nothing could stop us, not even Arceus itself. It took it us, about, a day and a half to find the factory, dingy and rustic, but it was standing, in a nestled peak on the mountains, which was impressive by far.

And then the raid, I suppose the safer route would've been to radio the Police and have them help, but time was not on our side and my Father, as arrogant as I, assumed that we had not needed help. Now, I wish we hadn't been so foolhardy...

As to follow our prior tactics, we attempted stealth at first, doing out best to sneak in unnoticed, taking out randomly positioned criminals or compliance as quietly as possible. But as such close quarters, it didn't take so long before they noticed their fallen men, and from there on out... it was chaotic, to say the least. And, I don't feel shamed to admit, a bit frightening. All the bullets being fired consecutively, it was so incredibly loud, I still have not a clue how my Father withstood it without a look of any pain crossing his face, just thinking about makes my ears ring.

Moving on, where was I? Oh, right, the guns. Although we managed to take out the majority of the felons we did lose quite a few of our own men and their Pok?mon, it was such a travesty, it all, bizarre and quick, it nearly seems like a short thought rather than an epic battle. To be honest, it wasn't epic at all. Loud, frightening, quick and did I mention loud? Ugh, anyway, it didn't take us too long to do what had to be done, but somehow, in a erratic turn of events, I stumbled upon the gang leader of it all, my gun aimed directly at their forehead.

And you know what? It was a fucking kid. Just a fucking child.

He couldn't have been any older than twelve or thirteen, or perhaps he just looked that way and was far older, I don't know. All I remember thinking was why the fuck I was standing their ready to take the life of a kid. Sure, this kid may have killed a couple people and made and sold an abhorrent amount of drugs, but... with the way his giant, terrified eyes looked up at me and the way his body trembled with cormorant tremors, he seemed like any innocent child, happy with life, friends, playing around, not some goddamn ring leader of a drug cartel.

It in my moment of hesitation, morals and everything else I thought was solid; shaken and broken, he got away. With a couple cronies of his whisking him away, they escaped, right when I had them. In all senses, I failed.

But, if I think of it now.... would I have pulled that trigger?

....I'm sure I don't have to explain that was fired from the organization the day after. I was scolded and yelled at, not only from my comrades, but mostly from my Father. Saying that the ring leader was no simple child, but some corrupted child genius. There was a lot more, lecturing, whatever, I don't remember most of it, I was too caught up in my own thoughts to care, besides they were predictable in their words. I was lucky though, even though it was my Father's proper duty to remove ownership of Aleksei from me, he wouldn't budge, he even went as far as threatening my Father to stay with me. I could never ask for much more in a friend, unlike the others, he never scolded me for my actions and ever sympathize with me, as I said before... a weight was lifted.

I figured, since I wasn't working with me Father anymore, that I would spend the money on a apartment in Whitegrove, a place of my very own. I felt not the need to ever share close quarters with my Father for a very long time, I didn't want to put up with his iron cold stares. My Mother, however, attempted to comfort and aided me in my moving on. Perhaps, I would muse to myself, I would become a freelance mercenary, working odd jobs as solo, alongside Aleksei.

But that sort of work, quirked me still. What if I was thrown into a situation akin to last? I am still not aware if I would prevail or falter.

My Father, although hostile and still embarrassed, suggested Levis, something to 'regain my honor'. Just that made me spit at the very idea. Mother, on the otherhand, suggested travelling and perhaps raising Pokémon... I wasn't too enthralled at the idea, at first, but thinking about how close Aleksei and I had gotten and how easier he made things, the suggestion began to grow on me. Hah, well along with her tales of other Kairuuan locations and all the learning to be done, she made quite obvious that she wouldn't take a 'No, thanks' for an answer.

And it was all very simple from there, with a promise from my Mother that she would look after my Apartment, and nothing more than a stare from my Father, I scaled down the mountain to end up Ivywick, only stopping for a bit, then took the ferry from there to Angle's Warf, which I suppose would be like the main starting hub for those wanting to travel throughout Kairuu. Because, from there, I can travel the main land, then end up taking a ferry back the Outlaying island.

So... with Aleksei by my side, ever faithfully, I left my home and past in the snowy peaks of Whitegrove. Perhaps I'll learn something new from all this.

» credits «
Picture credited to - Yanagihara Mio
- Better known as Misteor
- Site: mio.main.jp/
Lyrics credited to - 'Boys Night Out'

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Accepted!

Impressive profile, Meno.
Uri has quite an interesting background!
What do you think of him and Moswyn traveling together, once I redo his profile?
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