Post by Cabrian Mizushima on Aug 20, 2022 1:16:17 GMT
Cabrian Mizushima
Age: 25 years
Gender: Male [He/Him]
Hometown: Port Bellevue [currently residing in Mistveil City]
••• Personality •••
[ honest | loyal | hard-working]
Cabrian strives to hide nothing, being exactly who he says he is. He lets his actions speak to his character, and thinks always of his honor and that of his family. He is never one to lie. He inherits his aunt's serious demeanor when it comes to his profession, but is a warm and quiet person when one looks a bit closer. When gaining a friend, Cabrian is ride-or-die. He gives his full loyalty to those he cares about, and is ready to back up his stance however he may - he is always there when needed.
Cabrian's upbringing left him someone who does nothing by halves, and always takes work seriously, giving it his all regardless of the task. He feels any less would bring shame on him and his family, but he feels a lot could potentially put shame upon himself or his family. Honor for himself and his loved ones is serious to him, and he takes no slights lightly.
When simply talked to outside of his work, Cabrian is a warm and gentle man who enjoys getting to know people and where they come from. The larger world is fascinating to him, and he is keen to know as much as he can of the cultures and lives of others. He is a keen listener who loves to ask questions, content to spend hours learning a life from someone new. He likes to keep notes of everything new he sees, keen to keep his memories somewhere permanent.
••• History •••
Cabrian was born to a long line of law enforcement - the only exception being his mother. A gentle woman who abhorred violence, Cabrian's mother raised him in the hopes he would stay well out of the risky work done by her family. As a toddler, he promised his mother he would protect her forever. As a toddler, he lost her to a stray bullet meant for someone else.
He was raised by his aunt in the aftermath of his mother's loss, a severe and tough woman. Still, she showed him kindness and warmth, and raised him to keep the gentleness his mother had passed down. She also raised him to join the force, against her sister's wishes. It was what the young boy wanted, all he knew, and he never regretted it, despite apologizing to his mother at the family shrine daily. In time, with a lot of training, Cabrian seemed ready - but his aunt insisted on sending him to college, give him a chance to see the world a bit before settled into the family profession. It would not be his only trip.
After gaining a degree in law and justice from Mistveil University, Cabrian went home to Port Bellevue, and started the work he'd planned for since childhood. Until the day it happened.
The day etched in his memory as clearly as any story he'd written down.
His great-grandfather remembered. He remembered, and he talked. Cabrian had heard the stories countless times, sitting in starry-eyed wonder at the man who knew what Cabrian could never see. Tales of the Pokemon who knew him, who helped him, who patrolled the waters of the docks with him. A giant wailmer, he'd said, had carried him around in circles while he looked for bad people. Cabrian was in awe then, only being able to imagine how huge that Pokemon must have been.
It turned out, a lot bigger than he'd imagined. It was a fairly quiet off-day in Port Bellevue for Cabrian, taking a walk around the docks in the sunshine. People milling about, people working, Cabrian's eyes glancing around instinctively. One glance caught something on the horizon. Something in the water, blue, approaching slowly. Cabrian froze, staring in disbelief as one person, two, ran into him where he stood motionless. He didn't notice. He'd heard the stories, heard the tales and descriptions. He'd never heard what the call of wailmer sounded like. He'd never heard what the call of any Pokemon sounded like.
Until now.
Time, perhaps, to revisit his alma mater.
••• Appearance •••
6'0" with a lean build, Cabrian is a light-skinned man with medium-long blonde-white hair and silver eyes. His hair is kept in a neat braid, tied with a red ribbon. His sharp jaw and short eyebrows make his resting expression rather serious, but has a bright smile when he offers it. He sports a vertical scar over his right eye, and one diagonal across each cheek down to his jawline, which he will explain, if asked. (Not nearly heroic, he's sorry to report.) His clothing is traditional to his home, and though he will change for appropriate conditions, anything he wears is immaculate - he takes extreme pride in his dress and grooming, and never has a mussed hem.