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Out-of-Character Information

Name: Luna
Are you over 15?: yupyup
Time Zone: Pacific (-8 GMT)
Personal Journal: lunayoshi
Reliable Method of Contact: mysticyoshiluna at yahoo dot com
Other characters in the game: Mesprit, Marine the Raccoon
Tegaki: lunayoshi
Anything Else?: kinda sick, super-minor-tiny hiatusish

In-Character Information

Name: Oren (Sylveon)
Game/Series: Pokemon X/Y
Teacher/Student/Other: student
Canon Point: post-endgame
Age: 17
Grade Level/Class Taught/Job: Junior
Dorm or Living Arrangement: BE-09 with Eikichi Mishina

Personality:

Oren is a pretty straight-forward guy. He prefers honesty over sugar-coating things, but not if it has no real benefits. To him, hearing someone will do something isn't enough. That person has to actually go do it before he'll forgive an error or defect in character. He's prone to holding grudges, nonetheless. You know, he's nice enough to people. Offensive things hurt. Once he's been hurt, he doesn't feel secure around people until they've seriously demonstrated kindness. He's been called petty in that sense, but it's just how he feels. "If you treat people well, you'll be worthy of friendship." Don't be a dick. Be honest to prevent misunderstandings, but don't be a dick about it. He thinks the world would be a better place if everyone would just be nice to each other and quit beating around bushes because they're too cowardly to face facts. He is sort of a hypocrite, though; he's actually pretty sensitive. He believes in honesty but can't take very much of it. He has yet to discover the irony in the situation.

He's also pretty artistic. Well, he can't produce art to save his life, but boy, does he like it. His favorite medium is painting. He likes the bright colors and flow of paint because it has a more fantastical view of things. Photographs are too real for his taste. Sunsets are his favorite topic, too. He's very peaceful at heart and feels sunsets are the artistic embodiment of peace. Something about bright, warm colors to indicate the end of a hard workday feels relaxing to him. He's also seen pokémon cast magnificent Sunny Days at night that've produce similar effects, so he's drawn to Fire-type pokémon in hopes that they'll use Sunny Day for him. It doesn't come up often, but it's there.

He often daydreams and can sometimes trail off in the middle of a conversation if the topic at hand triggers his fancy. What he fantasizes about depends on the topic, but it's usually involving what he'd do in the ideal world of peace and bright colors he's fashioned in his mind. One perk of the coffee is that it helps him keep his focus on the here and now. At the end of the day, though, he can't help but doze off to sleep while fantasizing about a sparkly land of colorful hills and beautiful trees. He'll invent his own type of tree and get so into it he'll jot it down on a napkin or the back of a homework assignment. He really can't draw well, but he tries anyway. Maybe someone would draw them for him as he envisions it someday. Twisted, rainbow trees. Ohh, so much fun!

Oren is introverted. He's friendly and optimistic, but he does get drained if he's around people too long. He prefers a few close relationships over numerous acquaintances. If given the choice between a group of non-threatening people or alone time, he'll always choose alone time, even if he's feeling lonely.  He feels quite connected to the people he's deemed his close friends. He's empathetic and can't help but feel awful whenever someone else is feeling awful. That is one of the cases that keeps him from socializing too much: the risk of people bitching about their hardships and causing him unneeded stress from people he barely knows. It's not worth it to him. In fact, he believes he should have evolved into Espeon because of how sensitive he is. For the friendship-with-the-trainer aspect, maybe, but mostly because he thinks he's just THAT in tune with people's emotions. ...And also because he'd really like to read people's minds so he doesn't get hurt so often. It's also a reason he tends to take his time when it comes to making decisions and planning things out; think it through and you're less likely to get hurt.

One of the first things one might notice when they get to know Oren is that in human form, he prefers to wear clothing designed for girls and women. It's not for any real identity issue; it's more that he has no biases and just likes them better than guys' clothes. Women's stuff is softer, brighter, and just more flattering to him. It works out well because he's been confused for a girl constantly since he got his human transformation. He's a relatively young guy that happens to have a feminine build. It doesn't bother him, though. Anyone bigoted enough to judge him isn't worth his time, he thinks. It must be noted that he has yet to run into any VOCAL bigots. He may learn in time how cruel people can be and be more discreet about it, but for now, he enjoys the girls' school uniforms as well as skirts and the like.


Backstory:

Oren hatched as an Eevee in the care of the Daycare couple. His parents belonged to Olivia, a Lass trainer just starting out on her Pokemon journey. Her traded Espeon and Meowstic produced for her three eggs, one containing Oren and two containing his sisters. Oren was left at the Daycare Center with his sisters while Olivia explored the nearby Parfum Palace. His sisters tended to play together and ignore him on a constant basis, but he didn't mind. He never developed much of a relationship with them.

He spent lots of time outdoors at the Daycare Center. He found that he adored the colors of the flowers growing across the road and spent hours staring at it through the fence. He wasn't a huge fan of confinement, but he was never want for conversation thanks to the local Flabébé, Smeargle, and Snorlax. He also had a nice view of the paintings the nearby Artists worked on, which helped spur his love of art. Still, he longed for the time he could venture outside the Daycare Center and explore with his sisters.

That day eventually came when Olivia returned and took Oren into her custody. While he didn't particularly like the idea of being "smushed" into a pokéball, at least he would be able to see new lands through it. To his dismay, when he was let out of his pokéball some time later, he discovered his sisters weren't with him. He'd later find out they had been released, that her time with the Daycare couple had made his older sister exceptionally happy and she'd evolved into an Espeon. Beyond that, however, he had no way of finding or contacting his sisters. This saddened him greatly.

He wound up finding comfort in his teammates. Olivia's Froakie in particular piqued his interest. Her Azurill admitted feelings for him and practically harassed him with declarations of love. These demonstrations aggravated him, so he dismissed her quite harshly. He didn't think much of it until his beloved Froakie turned him down in a similar fashion. The rejection hit him so hard, he couldn't help but feel extremely guilty for berating the Azurill's advances in such a cruel manner. This experience was the catalyst for his understanding of others' feelings to intense proportions.

Olivia's team worked through the mountains and coastal areas. She was constantly feeding him Poképuffs, most of which he grew quite sick of, but he did find the mocha-flavored ones quite tasty. Her affection and care helped him to eventually evolve into a Sylveon. Olivia was clearly ecstatic and showered him with attention. It was the first time he'd ever felt like a genuine member of her team. He began to think having a trainer wasn't such a bad thing. After all, she did cure him of his poisonings despite him getting poisoned much more often than the rest of her team. (He'd later discover he has a sensitivity to heavy metal toxicity.) Her Froakie had been traded to another trainer so his memory of her rejection wasn't a painful constant reminder. His teammates treated him kindly, and he had all the mocha Poképuffs he could ask for.

One day, when Olivia was walking through Route 12 to Coumarine City, she stumbled upon a Dedenne. Olivia was instantly smitten with it and wasted no time releasing Oren. Now free of his Pokéball, he watched as Olivia battled with and caught the new Dedenne and showered it with the same kind of affection she gave him when he evolved. It was clear to him this Dedenne was his replacement and he was no longer wanted. He didn't get a chance to say goodbye to his teammates before his former trainer was off to downtown Coumarine. Heartbroken, he plodded back toward Shalour City, unable to potentially face his former trainer again in Coumarine.

The next few years were a blur to him. He remembers struggling to find mocha Poképuffs to satisfy the caffeine addiction he'd developed as well as suffering from poison so often he'd be forced to sleep beneath a Pecha berry tree. Eventually he had no choice but to head to Coumarine City in order to survive. He was relieved to not find Olivia in town. From there he traveled to Lumiose City and then to Laverre City. He stayed in Laverre City for a long time, befriending the Move Tutor, and learning from him how to read human writing along with special attack moves. His time in the quaint little town gave rise to a love for jigsaw puzzles and an even deeper love of paintings.

There was only so much the Move Tutor could teach him, though. Eventually, he became restless and longed to learn even more about the world. He read in the Lumiose Times about a faraway city where pokémon could transform into and effectively communicate with humans. He immediately departed for Capcom High. Upon arrival, he enrolled as a Freshman and learned the basics of human transformation. After two full years of hostility and being pushed to "fight in the street" or something to that effect, he became fed up and put in for a transfer to Smash Academy as a Junior.


Anything Else?:

-still quite addicted to coffee and caffeine. That's what happens when your trainer stuffs mocha Poképuffs down your throat in an effort to get you to evolve. He's hardly ever seen without a cup of coffee in hand (as a human) or without a mocha Poképuff nearby (as a pokémon). Mmm, mocha...
-Has bad associations with Pecha berries (and recently, peach-flavored anything) due to his sensitivity to heavy metal poisoning and having to eat them all the time to feel normal.
-bruises like a peach (no pun intended); he's actually pretty frail, physically
-when using computers, likes using emoticons or emoji when available
-has a recurring nightmare about failing to escape a Tsunami or flood and doesn't know why; gives him an subconscious slight aversion to water types and large bodies of water

Abilities:
-Disarming Voice
-Baby-doll Eyes
-Attract
-Misty Terrain

In-Character 1st person sample:

To my comrades at Capcom High:

I'd like to take this time to thank you for your hospitality while I've attended school. (✿◠‿◠) These past two years have been enlightening. I've come to value honesty among my peers because you doofs can't seem to grow up and quit gossiping as well as all the things I've learned in our classes like how bad at art I am, cripes.

[To Professor Rikuo:]

I've left my make-up project in your inbox. Sorry about the mess. (◠_◠;) I had to spray it with sealant at the last minute. Be sure to take it outside to air out as soon as you get it. Rest assured, this is the last time I bother with pastels.

[To Club Shoryuken:]

I'd like my notebook of sketches back, please. (¬_¬;) I know the person who stole it was in this club. It's not funny. But, I'm willing to forgive the criminal with sticky fingers. Just slip it under my dorm room door tonight before I depart and all will be forgiven except not, you deplorable terrorist.

[To Wang-Tang:]

I'll leave the key to our dorm with Headmaster Bison. You've been a good friend roommate. Take care. (✿◠‿◠)

[To Yurika:]

I love y I'll miss y Please don't forg  ( /)w(\✿)


In-Character 3rd person sample:

Oren jolted awake upon colliding with the floor. As he rubbed his sore nose, he looked around to see what had happened. Judging by the nearby disheveled bed sheets, he figured he'd had another nightmare and fallen out of bed. He didn't usually flail in his sleep, but they'd become almost a given in the past week, so he shrugged it off, put his robe on, and made his way out to the bench just outside the dormroom doors.

He sat and thought about his feelings for a while. He felt rattled. Why? Was it the dreams of escaping a flood again? Or maybe a Tsunami this time? It was always different but always involving water. He couldn't think of any memories that the fear would stem from. Boy, he wished he had a cup of coffee right then. Where would they sell some at this hour...? Before he could finish that thought, a snapping finger in front of his face startled him.

"Hey, Oren! What are you doing up at this hour?"

It was a classmate of his. Oren recognized the face but couldn't remember her name. He figured she was in his Homeroom class but didn't feel like admitting he had forgotten who she was.

"I, um... I couldn't sleep," he fibbed. His troubling nightmares were no concern of hers, so he figured a white lie couldn't hurt.

"You're going to be too tired to take Mr. Eggman's quiz tomorrow, sweetie. But while you're awake, the girls and I are having a sleepover in the library! Pretty crazy, huh?" She smiled at him but didn't wait for a response. "Want to join us? Paula brought some issues of Teen Vogue!"

Oren's face turned bright red. A girls' sleepover? N-no way! "Uhh, no, thank you. In fact, I should probably be heading back. As you said, I don't want to be too tired tomorrow." He stood up and hurried back toward the doors to the dorms.

"Wait!" she called to him urgently. "Why are you going in there? That's the hallway to the boys' dorms. It'll be much quicker if you take the south entrance! You'll have to go all the way around the building to get to the girls' dorms if you go this way!"

He stared at her, then at the doors in front of him, then back at her. It didn't occur to him how his frilly floral-pattern pajamas would solidify someone's assumption that he was a girl. But, he didn't feel like correcting her tonight. Letting it go was against his better judgment, but it was too big of a can of worms to open at 1 in the morning. Putting off the confusing news wouldn't hurt either, he figured.

"Right. The south entrance. Thanks." He nodded in appreciation and hopped daintily southward. He hadn't brought his slippers. Ouch. He was regretting it now, but he didn't think he'd have to walk along a rocky sidewalk to get to a different entrance to save face with a person he barely knew. Maybe it was time to invest in some blue pajamas instead.