[TRAINER] rovdyr, blake

[attr="class","agar"]With an eye the color of topaz it often seems to cut right through a person; staring into their soul or maybe just past them. Through them into the nothingness that is humanity and the void. His eye is often cold and emotionless, but when they flicker with the fire of anger or passion they can be a sight to behold. His right eye is blind and milky gold - a solid colored orb constantly hidden beneath an eyepatch to hide it and the ruined mass of scars that caused him to lose his eyesight.
Although not as pale as someone who's never seen the sun, it is true that Blake's skin still manages to remain almost colorless in comparison to most others. He doesn't burn easily, but he doesn't tan easily either. On nights of no sleep, his skin becomes almost sickly transparent yet still manages to maintain some weirdly inner glow of health. A bit of time spent outdoors (preferably under the moonlight) and he's back to his usually healthy (in comparison) coloring. His left arm from shoulder to almost wrist is covered in deep scars from some set of less than friendly claws. Those scars extend to his back, and in general much of his right side. All evidence of the event that took his eye from him as a child.
A large howling Arcanine done in an almost tribal and feral design takes up much of the unruined space on his back. Etched in the darkest of black ink the beast is simply another reminder to him as to what - and who - he is supposed to be. Blake isn't proud of the tattoo but he had no choice in the matter.
With hair black enough that it seems to almost eat the light around it, Blake surprisingly puts more effort in it's looks and styles than one would think he would. Having begun by growing it out in such a way that it covers his right eye - and only his right eye - he keeps up the cut in almost an obsessive way. Thick and fluffy he is often found running his fingers through it to 'floof' his hair up again and smooth it down, ever mindful of it's need to stay covering his eye.
Due to the many burns covering his body, Blake has taken it upon himself to wear clothing that shows as little skin as possible. Usually in black, he might be compelled to toss in a flash of color here or there but it happens very rarely. Although he can be found in a full suit on many occasions for more formal events (as labeled by those he works for) Blake is more comfortable in a pair of black jeans, a tightly fitting shirt, and a hoodie or sweater to cover it all up. No matter what he wears, however, Blake is never seen without a pair of thick black gloves on when he is working.
When genetics hit, Blake got the good side of things. He often towers over others at his six foot, four inches of height, and there are times when he uses his genetic blessing to the full effect to intimidate others. Although he is far from ripped, he is decently strong and can hold his own for the most part if faced against someone who chooses to get too physical with him or an over-aggressive Pokemon. His appearance - while still mildly youthful - holds enough of an edge of age to keep anyone from mistaking him from being a child or worse. His voice too - deep and gravely - helps with that image.

[attr="class","agar"]Blake is emotionless - on the outside. He is a master of putting on a blank and empty face when around anyone he doesn't know (and even around those he does know.) Very few - if any - have ever managed to see him break from his mask. It is his protection; that which keeps him save from the moods of those who had raised him as a child. Without it his emotions are too easily visible. It makes him come off as cold-hearted and ruthless.
He is very protective of anyone he considers important in his life. He would do anything to protect them and to hell with the consequences. Blake rarely clings onto anything so fiercely and the fire that burns in his eyes with the rage he feels deep in his chest when one he cares so deeply about is truly frightening to see. Even those who might not know him have found themselves backing away or simply turning and running when faced with that look in his eye.
He is extremely jealous too, though it is something he almost refuses to admit to himself. His blood boils when someone he cares about spends too much time with someone else; although he does everything he can to push them away and tell them that he doesn't care about them in the slightest. The prospect of being the cause of their pain is not an image Blake enjoys seeing every time he closes his eye. Because of this he strives to keep everyone at a distance even when he doesn't want too.
Blake is a softy when it comes to his Pokemon, often choosing to leave his team out of their Pokeballs whenever chance allows it. More often that means that they mill about his small apartment, sleeping on whatever they chose. Often it means he's squeezing into his bed with Kaz and Zane, or sleeping on the couch with Sir because of them, but he loves his Pokemon and will do whatever makes them happy.
Despite how he was raised, Blake is a bit of a helpless romantic. He hates it, but also embraces it just as fully as he does his jealous side - that is to say he pretends it's not happening but woe to anyone who comes between he and the person he's fallen in love with.
He has this almost nasty habit of calling the person he's most interested in 'princess.' He's not even sure where he picked that quip up, just that it comes rolling out of his mouth before he can stop himself. It's almost like an insult - almost. He never uses it on someone he dislikes, though he won't ever admit that to anyone.
Although he fought hard against the chains that bound him when he was younger, Blake still finds himself slipping into that void when he is tasked to taking care of a problem. It's required less when his tasks don't involve blood, but he still finds himself unable to get the scent of copper from his nostrils when the gloves have to go on.
The ruined mass hidden beneath his eye patch aches whenever he's too upset, often causing him to rub at it in irritation. He never lets anyone see what is under the eye patch, nor the burn scars that crawl up one side of his body. Not even Ailbhe is given a chance very often to see his brother without the shields of modern fabric he throws up.

[attr="class","agar"]Rade Chevalier ♂ - Dana Chevalier ♀ - Raske Chevalier ♂
Ailbhe Rovdyr ♂

His birth parents were low-level government patsies; easily manipulated into doing anything that their higher-ups asked them to do. When requested to donate their only son to the cause, they readily folded and gave up the three year old boy to the family assigned to assist in his molding and growth. Blake would almost like to think that perhaps they'd looked back as he was taken away; cast their precious child one last mournful glance as he was placed into that black car and driven off that fateful day, but he knows better.
His earlier years spent under the control of the Chevalier's were far from gentle. Even at the age of three his training began early. He was anything but their child; a ward of the State, a toy, a project. Although they fed and clothed him and insisted upon his education it was clear from the beginning of it that he was never anything more to them. By the time he was five years old they had adopted a second child - Ailbhe - to train alongside him in many aspects.
When Blake was seven years old he angered the Master of the house, causing Rade to set his own Arcanine on the young boy in a vicious attack that left him covered in burns and blinded in one eye. Rade felt only regret that it would cause his training to become that much harder and Blake was repeatedly beaten the weeks following the attack due to his new-found difficulties in operating. He'd learned to hold back the sounds of pain at the abuse, and strove to quickly master everything despite his crippled state.
When he was granted his Growlithe as his partner Blake had already lost who he was, or what he could have been. He was closed off to everyone save for his adoptive brother. Ali seemed to have made Blake his whole world, lashing out at anyone who ever had anything nasty to say about the darker of the two boys. That was when he was taken to visit family friends - the Wards - where he encountered Gilroy and his brother, Kayetan. Although not strictly allowed, Blake began to sneak away from his cage to visit and hang out with the two younger boys when no one was looking though only Gilroy seemed to appreciate the visits.
Something about how the two interacted when they were younger gave Blake hope - hope for who he was deep inside. As he grew older himself he began to rebel in little ways; keeping both Zane and Kaz despite how under-trained they were in comparison to King and his father (who had attacked him so many years before) Lord. When he was old enough to "graduate" the program that the Chevalier's had been training him in and for his whole life, Blake didn't even look back.
He still answers to them, and to the Government like the Dog he was raised to be. Their own personal pet; hunting down and using whatever force necessary to bring wayward assimilation projects back... among the other more sinister aspects of his job that the public knows very little about.
He howls for them in the nighttime.
He is Nox.

[attr="class","agar"]As he was raised by the Chevaliers there was absolutely no hope for him. From the very tender young age of three Blake has been constantly continued to think that assimilation is necessary... and if the tribes will not be assimilated then brutal force is absolutely required to beat them into submission. Any who say - who dream - otherwise are to be removed as quickly and quietly as possible though bloody is always an option.
He is one of the Enforcers one does not want to meet in the dead of night. While others might simply capture you to bring you home again Dragomir instructed his brother than Blake was to be part of the smaller unit; those who will bury you ten feet deep and leave absolutely no trace of you ever having existed on this earth save for blood splattering the dirt and leaves around you.