Post by 𝕥𝕚𝕞 on May 6, 2018 22:52:08 GMT
timmy civilian |
tim | mimikyu |
17 | male | level 05 | disguise |
docile | often lost in thought | ||
wood hammer | copycat | double team | drain punch |
appearance
Timmy is a small Pokémon whose body is almost entirely hidden under a rag. His beady black eyes are visible through holes in the body of his disguise, and the fringe of an amorphous foot or lower body appears to be visible under the hem of his rag.The cloth is washed out gray with black tipped ears. The face appears to be drawn with crayons, consisting of black eyes, red cheeks, and a squiggly black mouth. Timmy also carries a small stick resembling a lightning bolt to create a tail for his costume. When his disguise is damaged, the costume's head droops limply backwards, revealing Tim's ruse. Larger rips in the costume are accompanied by shadowy vapors pouring out from whatever is hidden within.
Timmy's disguise is modeled after Pikachu because of the popularity of Pikachu-styled merchandise, thinking that his disguise would allow him to make friends with people. If his rag is damaged or if neck is broken, Tim spends all night patching it, and seeks revenge on the one that damaged it, fearing that his true identity could have been exposed. Timmy finds repairing his neck difficult, often causing it to cry inside.
nd also he's a shiny ok.
Timmy's disguise is modeled after Pikachu because of the popularity of Pikachu-styled merchandise, thinking that his disguise would allow him to make friends with people. If his rag is damaged or if neck is broken, Tim spends all night patching it, and seeks revenge on the one that damaged it, fearing that his true identity could have been exposed. Timmy finds repairing his neck difficult, often causing it to cry inside.
nd also he's a shiny ok.
personality
Timmy is the embodiment of shy and timid. His beady eyes can only blink a once for 'yes' and twice for 'no', if he even dares to make eye contact with you, that is.
The turmoil of emotions he feels can only be conveyed with frantic jumping and running in circles, followed by squeaks of joy. He feels a lot, and he loves a lot, but has only Fio to direct his emotions at.
He enjoys exploring, travelling from place to place, watching every sunset and sunrise with a new approach. He's intelligent and quick to grasp new lectures, but when anxiety hits, he shuts down completely. From a curious boy he turns into a distant, fidgety one, ready to attack if cornered.
If he feels a peaceful, kind aura to you, he will not hesitate to approach. But if you upset him in any way, he will make sure you remember that squiggly smile doodled on the front of his rag.
traits:
+ compassionate, adaptable, loving
= precise, observant, shy
- sullen, cowardly, impulsive
The turmoil of emotions he feels can only be conveyed with frantic jumping and running in circles, followed by squeaks of joy. He feels a lot, and he loves a lot, but has only Fio to direct his emotions at.
He enjoys exploring, travelling from place to place, watching every sunset and sunrise with a new approach. He's intelligent and quick to grasp new lectures, but when anxiety hits, he shuts down completely. From a curious boy he turns into a distant, fidgety one, ready to attack if cornered.
If he feels a peaceful, kind aura to you, he will not hesitate to approach. But if you upset him in any way, he will make sure you remember that squiggly smile doodled on the front of his rag.
traits:
+ compassionate, adaptable, loving
= precise, observant, shy
- sullen, cowardly, impulsive
history
Timmy is...mute. Which isn't a massive plus when it comes to making friends, really. Which isn't a massive plus when it comes to anything because he's never had anyone but himself, he's never been able to come up to anyone due to his...appearance and lack of speaking abilities.
Since he was a child, he was always on his own. Lingering in the shadows and moving only at night, afraid he might scare anyone who sees his true form. It wouldn't be the first time a kid screamed and threw a rock at his face just because he accidentally smiled too wide or opened his eyes a tad too much. So he resorted to hiding - and ultimately, at the age of 14, making a disguise for himself in a form of a very badly drawn Pikachu. Just to be able to mingle in the real world during daylight, instead of travelling at night. It wasn't safe, not even for him. The original idea behind his mask didn't quite bear fruit - for he still looked too weird, too off, too... everything. Everything but nice, and friendly.
More dark days, weeks, months, spent in wandering and searching for his place to belong - until he stumbled upon a small fomantis. Momentarily taken aback, Timmy expected him to run but the fomantis simply stayed, blinking at him curiously.
Tim made the first move. Approached slowly... Aaaand, the rest is history.
His name was Fiorello. And he was also mute. Timmy had never connected to someone more on a physical and emotional level. His first friend! His only friend! Days were no longer gloomy, heart was no longer empty - he had a playmate, he had someone to spend his days with, explore with, be happy with. Not once did Fio pressure him about his disguise. Not once did he try to peek under it. He just smiled, and smiled, and then Timmy had to smile too, even though it couldn't be seen.
The pair was quite unusual - I must admit. But at the sight of a hurt, broken soul finally being patched up, you simply have to drop the prejudice, the judgement, the foul looks. Fio promises safety, family, a place to belong to, and Tim grips onto that sliver of a good life with everything he has.
Since he was a child, he was always on his own. Lingering in the shadows and moving only at night, afraid he might scare anyone who sees his true form. It wouldn't be the first time a kid screamed and threw a rock at his face just because he accidentally smiled too wide or opened his eyes a tad too much. So he resorted to hiding - and ultimately, at the age of 14, making a disguise for himself in a form of a very badly drawn Pikachu. Just to be able to mingle in the real world during daylight, instead of travelling at night. It wasn't safe, not even for him. The original idea behind his mask didn't quite bear fruit - for he still looked too weird, too off, too... everything. Everything but nice, and friendly.
More dark days, weeks, months, spent in wandering and searching for his place to belong - until he stumbled upon a small fomantis. Momentarily taken aback, Timmy expected him to run but the fomantis simply stayed, blinking at him curiously.
Tim made the first move. Approached slowly... Aaaand, the rest is history.
His name was Fiorello. And he was also mute. Timmy had never connected to someone more on a physical and emotional level. His first friend! His only friend! Days were no longer gloomy, heart was no longer empty - he had a playmate, he had someone to spend his days with, explore with, be happy with. Not once did Fio pressure him about his disguise. Not once did he try to peek under it. He just smiled, and smiled, and then Timmy had to smile too, even though it couldn't be seen.
The pair was quite unusual - I must admit. But at the sight of a hurt, broken soul finally being patched up, you simply have to drop the prejudice, the judgement, the foul looks. Fio promises safety, family, a place to belong to, and Tim grips onto that sliver of a good life with everything he has.
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