Post by `jαzz on Sept 2, 2008 22:40:57 GMT -5
MԾაWყN NAյյA VΣNiZΣLOა
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leaving flowers on your grave
show that i still care
but black roses and hail marys
can't bring back what's been taken from me
i reach to the sky
and call out your name
and if i could trade
i would
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NAMΣ –
NICKNAMΣ –
GΣNDΣR –
AGΣ –
DATΣ OF BIRTH –
ORIGIN –
ΣTHNICITY –
ORIΣNTATION –
RΣLATIONS –
Alkaios Orion Venizelos . 56 . alive
My father, the gentle giant. He never spoke much, but a smile is worth a thousand words, correct? In fact, I don't remember a time when he wasn't wearing that trademark grin of his. ..That was long before things changed and my mother died. Alas, he is merely a ghost of his former self.
mother ┅
"The most beautiful." The meaning behind her name speaks of nothing but the truth. I was only eight years old when she died, therefore my memories of her are clouded and hazy. I can hardly recall her face. Despite this, I know that she was a loving and caring mother. I miss her greatly.
brother ┅
Odji Zuka Venizelos . 30 . alive
The name invokes terrible memories. I would rather not discuss him.
brother ┅
My poor, sweet Aten..
My dearest sibling. A jovial soul, Aten enjoyed nothing more than making other people smile. Everywhere he went, a good laugh was sure to follow. There was not a spirit in the world he couldn't lift; well, with the exception of one. He was special, my brother. It is a damn shame, that his life was robbed from him at such an early age. Aten will forever be in my heart.
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AMBITION –
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HΣIGHT –
WΣIGHT –
HAIR –
ΣYΣS –
PHYSICAL BUILD –
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PΣRSONALITY –
At times, Moswyn can come across as a very irritable and abrasive young man. This is completely normal, however, as Persian are also known to exhibit an irascible nature as well. Before his mother passed away, however, he was much more outgoing and friendly. This behavior became more frequent after the tragic events performed by his sibling scarred him for life. A defense mechanism of sorts, Moz only acts rudely to protect himself. He figures that the more people he's able to keep away, then the safer he'll be, both emotionally and physically.
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Despite the fact that Moz can easily become angered, the young man is also prone to his mellow moments. He absolutely refuses to discuss -- or even acknowledge -- his past, so he purposefully appears undisturbed in order to mask his terrible secrets. Moswyn realizes that this might not be the healthiest of ways to deal with his problems, but the harsh memories are sometimes just too much for him to bear. Sometimes he feels that it's just easier to keep everything inside. Besides, why burden everyone else with your problems?
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Indeed, why burden others with your woes? Moswyn pretty much keeps to himself, avoiding most social functions and places that people tend to congregate at. In the event that he must socialize, he'll keep his answers short and simple, in effort to speed things along. Extremely suspicious of people, Moz hardly has any idea of who to trust. Again, this is another defense of his. Forming bonds with others only leads to destruction, after all. The young man doesn't think that he could handle any more trauma, not after what he's been through. It is for this reason that he shies away from most people.
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HISTORY –
[ told in first person ]
-- Oh, just a head's up; Mozzy's background contains some graphicness; don't say I didn't warn ya.
After a few months of deliberation, the decision was made. We were moving to Verdanturf. Not only was the medical care there better, the environment would do wonders for our mother's health. In Verdanturf, she and the baby could recover fully. And so we packed up and left our beloved island city. It was an adjustment, but everyone seemed to settle in fine. Mother's condition improved, and she was able to give birth successfully. The child was a male - and a Growlithe 'morph at that!
Ah, it seems I neglected to mention that little fact earlier. My apologies. Yes, for whatever the reason, the women on my mother's side of the family possess an strange genetic mutation, one that increases the chances of their offspring being born as Pokémorphs. I honestly have no clue as to why this is; I seem to recall my grandmother reciting old legends that proceeded to explain this oddity to me and Odji when we were small, but I can hardly remember their contents.
...Anyways, where was I? Oh, that's right. My brother was dubbed Aten Jumoke, which means 'solar disk' and 'loved by everybody', respectively. It appeared that everything was going well, as far as recovery went; Aten, who was born prematurely, was making excellent progress. The doctors thought the same of Mother, which left us even more stunned when she suddenly passed away one evening. Baffled, no one could determine the cause of death. It was as if she'd surrendered her will to live.
Stricken with sadness and grief, my father turned to a life of solitude. Odji, Aten, and I were left to fend for ourselves, as our father made it a point to distance himself from us. I believe that it was because we reminded him too much of Mother. Out of the three of us, my elder sibling took her death the hardest. He was no longer the brother I knew and loved. He'd changed for the worst. Ill-tempered and cruel, Odji suddenly displayed a certain resentment towards me and Aten. He began to refer to us as "filthy 'morphs", which surprised me as he had never once expressed any distaste towards us in the past. In truth, I had never once viewed my brother as 'just human'. In fact, I hardly thought of myself as a Pokémorph!
Many times I attempted to console him, but he would only lash out at me with ugly words. I had no choice to leave him be and raise my infant sibling alone; I don't know how I did it, as I was only a child myself. But the years passed quickly, and I came to view Aten as my closest companion. We were all each other had in the world, since the remainder of our family had grown so far apart. He was a shining light in my dark world; his smile never failed to lift my spirits. I believed that everything would turn out alright; Aten and I didn't need Odji or Father - we could make it on our own. In fact, I had made plans to leave Hoenn for good, so that we could finally rid ourselves of the heartache. But, I made the dreadful mistake of approaching my older brother and informing him of our decision.
I remember that night all too well. I would trade anything in the world to rid myself of those horribly vivid memories. The nightmares continue to plague my restless sleep...
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"Odji? ..Brother? Can I talk to you?" I hesitantly approached him, clutching two slips of paper with trembling hands. He did not look up from his magazine, but the deep creases that slowly cut across his forehead told me that he was scowling.
"I thought it would be a good idea to..to take Aten and leave Hoenn. I mean, not permanently or anything. I just feel that it would be a good experience for the both of us, you know, to get out and see the world. Staying cooped up in this house isn't doing anyone justice."
Odji's grip tightened on the magazine he was reading, crumpling the outer edges of the paper. I swallowed the hard lump that was forming my throat; from the looks of things thus far, I knew this wasn't going to end without some sort of an argument.
"I just thought it would be a good time to tell you, with Aten's twelfth birthday coming up in a few months. Don't you think these tickets would be a wonderful gift? He always talks about getting away, going on an adventure. And, I think that's what Mother would have wanted for him. To have a good life, you know? To follow his dreams. Yeah, Mom would have wanted that."
"...Mother. Would. Have. Wanted. That?"
He was on his feet in an instant, his black eyes locked on mine. It was not a look of anger or sadness that I saw in his eyes, it was something much more malevolent. It felt as if he had some kind of silent stranglehold on my throat. I couldn't look away, I couldn't even breathe. Never in my life had I been more terrified. He advanced slowly, his hulking frame towering over me. My brain was screaming, "Run, run!" but my legs were too weak to comply.
"..Heh, so you think you can just abandon us, like Mother did? Run away from your problems, leave the rest of us to pick up the pieces? You don't know how long I've suffered, how long I've lived in the shadows of you...you filthy, inhuman creatures. It was you killed Mother --" A small shuffling noise ripped Odji's attention away from me. His frantic eyes fell upon the small form of Aten, who'd been woken up by my elder brother's antics. "...No, not you..him. He killed her. Murderer..."
He lunged at Aten, a maniacal smile plastered upon his twisted face. His intentions were all too clear to me; he aimed to kill. "...NO!" I roared, intercepting him before his hands could close around my younger sibling's throat. We tumbled to the floor, limbs flailing, both of us trying to gain the upper hand. My hand swiped across Odji's face, sharp fingernails digging into his flesh, leaving thin trails of crimson behind. A string of incoherent obscenities issued forth form his mouth as he struggled against my restraining hands. ..He was stronger than I - I couldn't not subdue him for much longer.
"Aten, run, you must run!" I cried out, throwing a pleading look in his direction. The sight of him crushed me, shook me to the core. He stood there, looking so frail and helpless in his pajamas. Silent tears dripped from his eyes, his bottom lip trembling as he fought back the urge to wail. This momentary distraction was just the opening Odji was looking for. He threw me off of him, then seized my face with his large hands. My efforts to shake him were in vain - he was simply too strong and too wild.
"Mother always loved these eyes, always loved that ruby red. 'So beautiful', she'd say. ..Never said that about me, oh no. Oh, no.. Heehee~ She was blind to me. You and...Aten, always the center of attention. Damn Pokémorphs, always stealing my spotlight! Worthless scum! Heh. But that'll change. I'll fix you. After I'm through with you, then I'll be the beautiful one!" He threw back his head, cackling insanely. I flinched; what was to be my fate? I would die by the hands of this monster that had once been my beloved sibling.
"Now hold still, Moswyn. I promise that this'll hurt you more than it'll hurt me~" he guffawed, grasping my skull tighter with his left hand. Odji drew back his right hand, chuckling softly as he did so. Tremors rocked my body. I knew now what he was planning, and the worst part was that there was no escaping it.
I only remember bits and pieces of the events that occurred next. His hand was suddenly flying at my face, greedy fingers outstretched. And then the vision in my left eye was no more. I shrieked, fought against his iron grip, but there was no stopping the madman. I felt a terrible pressure, followed immediately by a crippling pain. A sickening noise -- something close to a disgusting wet, sucking sound -- reached my ears, and I realized then what had just happened. Blood gushed from the now empty eye socket, my hands rushing towards my face to cover the gaping wound. My remaining eye darted back and forth, searching for the man who'd so cruelly shoved me to the ground.
In his hand he was holding something round, white and bloody. I thrashed about helplessly on the floor, moaning and screaming. He responded only with wicked laughter as he tossed my eyeball to the floor, crushing it with his shoe. I cried out in despair, tears streaming from my solitary eye. I was disabled, out of commission. With me out of the way, he could finally exact his revenge.
Odji turned to face the stricken Aten, rubbing his hands together - he was plotting something absolutely evil. I tried my best to get to my feet, but I felt nauseous and light-headed. All I could do was watch as my elder brother's hands clamped around the Growlithe 'morph's head, and proceeded to smash it repeatedly against the door frame. Pulling Aten's head away from the bloodied wall, he snapped my poor brother's neck in one quick, fluid motion. He tossed the lifeless corpse to the ground, wiping his slick red hands against his blazer. And then he looked back over his shoulder at me, his mouth curling into a grin...
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Those tragic events took place only three short years ago...I still cannot believe it.
I remember nothing of what happened afterward, as I supposedly blacked out. I woke up a few days later in a hospital, my devastated father at my bedside. I didn't cry at my brother's funeral, but deep down, some vital part of me had died. I have not been the same since. Words cannot describe how much I miss him.
I haven't seen Odji since that night, thank Arceus. ...But I know he's still out there, and I hope and pray that I'll never again cross paths with that monster. I see enough of him in my nightmares. It is for this reason that I fled to this foreign land know as Kairuu. Hopefully Odji has never heard of this region.
Perhaps I can finally live in peace.
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ΣTCΣTΣRA –
[ click each link for a visual ref. c: ]
- leather jacket, given to him on his birthday years ago by his younger brother.
- a white button-up shirt featuring grey screenprint designs.
- a black and white checkerboard and plaid patterned scarf.
- black jeans that have seen more than there fair share of abuse.
- generic black slip on shoes.
▷ Moz displays a certain affinity towards piercings and body art. Currently, he has his right eyebrow pierced once, his right ear pierced three times, and a straight barbell tongue piercing. [ click ]
▷ The young man also has one tattoo of a tribal sun on his left shoulder blade. He got this tattoo in remembrance of his younger brother Aten, whose name means 'solar disk'. [ click ]
▷ Moswyn's sensitive ears have granted him accelerated hearing, allowing him to pick up on the tiniest noise. He also has the strange ability to sense movement through vibrations in the air, much like the Pokémon whose DNA he possesses.
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credits -
image credit to isen - isen.sakura.ne.jp
lyrics - 'gone away' by the offspring
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