Appearance: He is a regular sized yamper, of normal colour, nothing new, besides a few scars here and there.
Personality: Hes very upbeat and happy, easy going, yet lazy. He likes to joke around and make others mad, and loves to be around others like himself.
Backstory: He was a young boy, who had friends, yet there was those who loved to ruin his day, and those people dragged him down. He loved to run, and was in track, as were his bullies. He usually ignored him, but they slowly dragged him down, and he left track due to it, joining wrestling. The bullying only got worse over the years, and his friends began to leave, yet he never stopped being so happy and energetic, which is why the bullies kept going, but he was beaten and torn, hiding behind a mask. One day, on a cold, winter day, he was walking home from practice, when a portal opened. He blinked, looking at it. He set his stuff down, slowly walking towards it. Could this be what he had always wanted, what he craved..? He entered, the light surrounding him.
Appearance: Aselda’s eyes are turquoise rather than red. Other than that, pretty normal.
Personality: A rather straightforward and frank person, Aselda is easy to read and mostly predictable. She has a fairly morally upright character that’s largely hindered by the fact that nothing ever happens in her life, so any situation where this guides her decision making is either nonexistent or negligible. She’s somewhat headstrong and a little reckless, but not impolite. However, she does find it a little difficult to grow close to others, as she sometimes struggles with coming off as too strong. For this reason, she’s ended up being a little quiet when meeting people initially, but after warming up a little, she tends to feel more comfortable with expressing herself as she does.
Backstory: Aselda never had a hugely interesting life. She grew up pretty normally, never really failing or excelling in school, and was generally very unfulfilled by everything around her. Her relationship with her family is also rather uninteresting- as far as things went, they were of the type that were a little too hands off in fear of being strict, and as such, she isn’t that close with them either. With no clear sense of where to go, Aselda spent most of her days after graduating floating around menial jobs, but even that was largely uninteresting as well. One day, a portal appeared before her, and frustrated with the lack of direction her life possessed, decided to enter it in search of something more.
Other abductees: Michi, a Pichu that recently came into her care. The two are rather close for how long they’ve known each other.
User: Ryko Eon
Name: Carmine Tarkite
Appearance:She has the standard height and weight of a Riolu, but the entire colouration is just a slightly paler shade of what you'd normally see from one, the 'pads' on the back of the front paws are scuffed, showing minor scarring from equivalent scarring on the backs of her hands as a human were, the area around the knees is equally as scarred, her 'ears' have a small chip taken out of both of them.
She had a Dull Lime Scarf as a human, if given the opportunity to legally acquire something similar, she'd do the same in this world, it's a small comfort she'd appreciate having around.
Weakest point here, it's probably not enough and I'll try to elaborate if necessary.
Carmine is a quiet soul, despising crowds or groups of people that number more than Five, if forced to be in a situation with a number higher she'll usually clam up or try to flee to a spot where she calm herself down before she flies off the handle, she doesn't get Panic Attacks to say, but has a deep-rooted anger management issue which comes out in large groups, better she split from them before something happens she'll regret.
She has a bit of difficulty making friends or even keeping them, her trust issues run deep and said trust has been broken, in her own words; 'Too many times for it to matter anymore', it's not you, it's her.
Somewhat low self-esteem, she doesn't really see herself of any value to anyone or anything in particular and doesn't really understand what a 'compliment' is, getting confused whenever one is given.
Backstory: Carmine, her early years were average until the age of Nine, she attended a school, made decent grades, home and family life were fine save the lack of a mother being around who had unfortunately perished bringing her into the world, at the age of nine however, coinciding with a diagnosis that placed just over the edge of the Autistic Spectrum however, is when the Bullying started, she already kept herself away from the others, finding them to be dull and not really worth investing time into, this bullying got worse and worse as time went on, aged twelve is when the physical abuse started, she didn't retaliate at first, taking it best she could for a year before her first 'incident' occurred, this retaliation of hers put another student in critical condition for weeks and it... terrified her, knowing she was capable such harm didn't sit well with her, but, sadly, the bullying got worse, escalating quickly until each day was dreaded, every morning was a silent curse that she'd awoken again, it didn't help that when she retaliated with reasonable force, she'd get blamed and punished for the actions that happened.
Her home life deteriorated rapidly, her Father had work come in that meant he couldn't be around as often, and when he was, she'd shun him, push him away, keep tight-lipped about what was going on and brush off the injuries she'd sustained yet again, aged sixteen was when it all came to a head, the bullying was no longer severe, it had escalated into straight up trying to murder her on a daily basis, and when she came home with the bone visible on her hands, hobbling on broken legs and several other severe injuries that she couldn't deny, her father lost it completely, he didn't harm anyone from the school in question, but the threats made against them and destruction of property saw him put in jail for a year, leaving Carmine alone to recover and under watch from the relevant governmental agencies.
School was out of the question, and what education she did get was marred by the constant questions about a time she'd rather forget entirely and move on from, by insinuations that she, somehow was to blame for it all despite how she'd done nothing to instigate any of it, the program she'd been unknowingly enrolled into booted her out at twenty when she snapped again and collapsed a persons throat for being too direct with blame, since she didn't know where she was exactly, it took her two years of being homeless and travelling before her father's lawyer located her, during his time serving his sentence, an inmate had murdered him for unknown reasons, though there were suspicions which Carmine swiftly confirmed were likely true, that wretched place calling themselves a 'school' cared too much about their precious reputation and she wouldn't have put it past them to off someone with dirt about them.
Inheriting her fathers home, she sold it immediately and purchased a shack somewhere remote, where she stayed, contemplating it all while only going to the nearby town for necessary supplies to keep surviving, over the past year, every time she's considered ending herself just to finally be free from her past shackles, something has always caught her attention, just out of sight in the corner of her eye and prevented her from doing so, she repeatedly dismissed whatever she saw as a 'trick of her mind', this final time however... it wasn't in the corner of her vision, but dead in front of her, an invitation to escape the hellhole she considers herself in, she'd be damned if she didn't take whatever this swirling mass was up on it's offer, a potential chance to completely start over? To maybe make something of herself and get some actual, genuine help for once? Count her in.
Ezekiel (goes by Ezzy)
The eye light in his head is gold-yellow instead of red-pink and the markings on his back are tinted minty green
Ezzy is rather shy, soft-spoken, and nervous. He has anxiety, if you couldn’t tell, and the effect it has on him and his interaction with others is quite large. While he’s friendly and kind, he’s terrible at starting or keeping up conversations with strangers. It’s to a point one might mistake him as selectively or fully mute. The only way he can really keep it going is if a shared interest is mentioned to use as a crutch. He also tends to downplay his abilities and achievements, shy away from unsafe things, and overthink things.
Once they feel they can be more open with you though, they become a bit more talkative. They’ll even show their more relaxed side and maybe they’ll even be able to get louder. Regardless, in a pinch or moment of protectiveness they may show surprising determination and strength, no matter how silent.
Ezekiel grew up okay enough... except he was born with the gift to see and commune with spirits (not like ghost-types, though he could talk to them, I mean actual ghosts). Back before he developed anxiety to the degree he has now, he once tried to tell some friends he had and demonstrate, thinking he wasn’t alone. Those were not friends for much longer.
When meaner kids had caught wind of “the weird ghost boy“ they were relentless in bullying him, they would throw things at him and even got a wild Pokémon to chase after him. Their parents weren’t the most accepting either, always telling them to not tell anyone “or do you wanna be seen as a creep?” He’d often take walks in the woods by his house to escape from things, and that’s how he made his first true friend: A Phantump that he consoled and that comforted him. They were the same age, around 9.
Flash ahead to high school. After years of closeting themself, now with extra pressure due to figuring out they’re nonbinary and ace, and years of bullying and being shunned, he’s grown anxious and lonely save for his trusted friend Phantump. They caught the lil fella so that when they had to move and transfer schools for the second time after things got out of hand with bullies and protective spirits, Phantump could stay with them. Though in transferring, he found someone with similar powers. Someone that Phantump found familiar
Phantump is the dead brother to the person they found. Unless you’d like to make it a plot point or character growth point, they would have found this out before the portal.
. They grew close, even becoming romantic partners.
But that couldn’t change that his life was forever tainted by anxiety and ridicule. When the portal came promising better for not only them but their partner and companion, well, what did the trio have to lose?
His best friend of many years Phantump and his romantic partner Elizabeth (Liz for short). Both were willing as Phantump wanted to stay with his only good friends and Elizabeth had suffered too.