Post by Core on Jun 11, 2008 2:02:13 GMT 10
..everyone else is doing it. xD And I finally finished it.
[/li][li]Personality:
Thanks to growing up in a fairly wealthy family, Anson is a bit... Well, snooty is probably the best way to describe it. In other words, he's full of himself. He was never taught to respect anyone but his parents, thought he never really did a great job of respecting them, either. Coming from a sophisticated line of Sohrtes, Anson believes he's superior to just about everyone else he happens to meet. He tends to stay quiet most of the time, but just one look at him will let you know he's judging you, putting you in your 'rightful place'. Somewhere below him, no doubt.
In order to stay out of trouble, Anson has been known to be quite dishonest. He grew up lying to almost anyone he could, mostly his parents and/or other relatives, so he's pretty decent when it comes to fooling others. He can often be found persuading people(or attempting to), trying to make them go along with what he's doing in order to get what he wants. When his persuading doesn't have the outcome he desires, Anson will usually become frustrated, making that painfully obvious with a scowl locked on to his features.
In general, he isn't all that pleasant to be around. If you asked him, he'd say he'd rather be locked up in a room somewhere alone or with his pokemon, rather than be with another person that wasn't worth his time. Seeing as they're somewhat common in Pravus, he feels as though Pokemorphs aren't as bad, but still, they'd have to be somewhat-messed up in order to (want to?) get along with Anson.
As far as pokemon go, Anson is... not exactly affectionate(with the exception of Muk, sometimes). But, he has been known to show a bit of kindness now and again. But, by no means is he cruel to pokemon; he simply wants them to listen, and to obey the commands(every single one!) he gives them. He has an affinity for poison-types- he is fused with a pure poison-type, after all.
[/li][li]Hobbies:
- Smoking ; Without cigarettes, he feels almost.. vulnerable. Empty.
- People Watching ; categorizing people is the closest thing to fun he can get.
- Listening to Music ; usually classical, or anything calm.
- Boat(Yacht?) Riding ; if you give him a boat ride, he may or may not be as rude as normal. ()
[/li][li]Physical Appearance:
Growing up, Anson had beautiful(by his standards, anyway), board-straight blond hair that reached just past his ears, which were accompanied by bright, ocean-blue eyes. His skin was slightly tanned, something that was pretty mundane when one lived on a sunny island. Though, he'd never let anyone know that he thought something like that. Right up until that unfortunately fateful day, the boy stood at a lovely height of five feet, eight inches, and would perhaps gain a couple inches before growing stopped completely. But until then, he was still satisfied with the current height. It seemed perfect enough to him, just like everything else.
After he was injected with the DNA of a Koffing, Anson's features took a complete one-eighty turn. His somewhat-short hair seemed to suddenly grow several inches, and it darkened considerably. It went from that nice blond to a dark-lavender color that just didn't seem to be able to be changed. Dying it certainly didn't work; it always went back to lavender quicker than he would have liked. So, he gave up on re-coloring it. His seemingly crystal eyes changed from a bright blue to a glistening golden-color, which was probably the one thing he didn't actually mind(after some time, of course). Who else could say that they had golden eyes? No one he knew; so naturally, it boosted his ego. Anson even grew after this transformation. Sure, it was only a couple of inches, placing him at around six feet even, but the change was noticeable.
For clothing, the young man actually spends an extended amount of time trying to look decent. Though, that's really only because he enjoys catching people's attention. A dark-purple suit is worn, the long sleeves ending with large, white cuffs. Most of the suit is held in place by multiple brown belts, complete with golden buckles that, unsurprisingly, match his eyes. Two pockets attached to these belts hold extra packages of cigarettes; a good supply so he almost never runs out. Around his neck is a short, golden necklace, with the symbol of a Koffing latched on to the end.
[/li][li]Current Team:
Species: Weezing
Level: 40
Personality: For a Weezing, this pokemon is surprisingly bright. But, most of the time he simply floats there, taking orders from Anson, letting the 'morph do all the thinking. Weezing is the closest thing to a "best friend" that the young man has. Though, when Weezing was still a Koffing, Anson forced the pokemon to evolve so it wouldn't become a "failure" such as himself. However, the pokemon still trusts the young man with almost everything and will do anything to please him.
Attacks:
Species: Muk
Level: 38
Personality: Like any other Muk, the stench is wretched. However, Anson seems to enjoy it, which is a bit.. gross. But, despite his stench, Muk is quite friendly. He loves hugs, and only seems to get away with a few from Anson since hardly anyone else can stand him. This makes him a bit sad, but when he does get some type of embrace, he's happy. The two are a strange pair, really, and Muk is close to Anson's favorite, aside from Weezing, of course. As an extra note, Muk can sometimes be seen carrying around a doll. This preoccupies him most of the time, keeping him from hugging others.
Attacks:
Species: Mawile
Level: 37
Personality: As her classification states, Mawile is quite the deceiver. She acts as though she's extremely timid, afraid to come close to anyone. But, when something gets too close to her, she turns and, with her massive, jaw-like horns, she snaps. This behavior provides plenty of entertainment for her; she could sit around doing this for hours on end.
Attacks:
Species: Ariados
Level: 36
Personality: Ariados is Anson's most quiet and reserved pokemon. It enjoys just... standing there. He usually shows no emotion except when in a battle. Even then, he doesn't do anything unless his trainer commands it. Anson enjoys this; no emotion is extremely better than disobeying or acting like a fool, by a long shot.
Attacks:
Species: Pidgeot
Level: 35
Personality: If you had to describe Pidgeot in one word, it would probably be fluid. Pidgeot is very faithful to Anson, never disobeying. However, when trying to impress his trainer, Pidgeot tries to make it seem like... well, like he's not trying at all. His movements are liquid and swift, attempting to make it look simpler than it actually is. This often results in getting distracted, concentrating too hard on how to make it look easy.
Attacks:
Species: Ludicolo
Level: 35
Personality: Ludicolo can only be known as the joker of the group. He dances around almost constantly when he's outside of his pokeball, sometimes going as far as grabbing others and forcing them to join in on his fun. He doesn't enjoy it when others are sad, so naturally, he tries to cheer them up with his dancing. It's hard for Anson to take him seriously, but he really can't complain since the pokemon obeys in battle- where it counts the most.
Attacks:
[/li][li]In PC:
Species: Ampharos
Level: 34
Personality: Ampharos is the one member of Anson's group that actually is compassionate. She seems to care about others more than anyone else in her team, and for that, she is sometimes considered the outcast. At times this hinders her plans of helping others(since she's ignored or stuck in a PC, how can she help?), but she tries not to let it get to her too much. Anson doesn't really enjoy the personality, either. Thus, she doesn't see the outside her pokeball as much as the others. When she does come out of the PC, she usually switches with Ludicolo.
Attacks:
Species: Tentacruel
Level: 31
Personality: Tentacruel is hardly trained at all; Anson simply uses him to travel by water if he doesn't have a nice, luxurious boat. However, being half poison-type, Anson is somewhat fond of the pokemon.
Attacks:
Species: Arbok
Level: 24
Personality: It just followed Anson one day. As an ekans, that is. It coiled around his leg as he walked, nearly making him fall several times. But being a poison type, Anson couldn't just leave it behind. So, he simply tossed a pokeball at it and it was his. He never trains it much, but managed to get it to evolve. At times he'll retrieve Arbok from his PC and just let it out. Arbok appreciates Anson's doings, but he is still a somewhat-reserved pokemon, only speaking if spoken to, etc. However, Arbok is pleasant to be around.
Attacks:
[/li][li]Items:
- Cigarettes x 3 packs
Rarely will you see him without these.
- Lighter x 1
Can't have a lit cigarette without one of these.
- Cell Phone x 1
Used for making/receiving calls. Private number, of course.
- Poison barb[/u] x 1
Boosts poison-type moves; attached to Muk... somewhere in there.
- Plush Doll[/u] x 1
Held by Muk so he won't bother others so much.
[/li][li]History:
Anson was born on Cinnabar Island to a moderately rich family. His mother always stayed home to take care of her son, while his father did... business work. Anson had never bothered to really ask what it was he did. His dad made the money, so why should he care how it was made? Anson was an only child, and he was obviously spoiled to the core, even from an early age. His parents only held a slight worry about this, but figured that it was simply a faze that every child went through. Surely he'd be an angelic, polite little boy as time went on; surely. Unfortunately for his parents, but fortunately for him, they were wrong. By age seven he had his own cell phone, and almost every game console that had ever been produced. And, of course, several games for each. It probably didn't help much that he was home-schooled, causing his friend count to remain at an unremarkable zero.
As he aged, video games and similar electronics became quite boring, and really, what use was a cell phone when there was no one to converse with? At around twelve, he began finding his entertainment through boat riding, catching a ride on fishing boats and the such. It was just so interesting, and not to mention relaxing. He never thanked the fishermen for taking him out, but they didn't mind, as long as he stayed out of the way of the fishing lines and nets. Unfortunately, when he was eighteen(when he should have instead been looking for a job or something), one overcast day, he did get in the way. A fisherman almost hooked the boy by accident while casting, and naturally, Anson became upset. He demanded to be taken back to shore, and the fisherman eagerly complied, not wanting to deal with such a bratty child. Sure, Anson was quiet when he was distracted or happy, but when he was upset? It just wasn't worth it.
In a huff, Anson refused to return home so early. In fact, he ran in the opposite direction, toward a mansion that was completely deserted, save for a few pokemon here and there. Unknown to the young boy, other humans were indeed occupying the building. A team of scientists, to be exact, studying the habits of the semi-large, wild pokemon on an island with little forestry. They were interested in how they lived, how they got food; all that good stuff. Anyway, Anson traveled up a flight of stairs, and ran right smack-dab into a koffing. It didn't appear to angry, but Anson was terrified, as he had no pokemon to fight it off with. The boy heard a shout, realizing that someone else was there with him. A tall man rushed over, demanding to know why Anson was here. Frightened, Anson didn't even speak. A thoughtful look fell upon the man's face, and then a smile. He ruffled the boy's golden hair and told him not to worry, and that he'd take care of this pokemon for him.
And take care of it he did. The man actually captured the poison-gas pokemon. After this, he turned to Anson with a mischievous grin, and told him that he was going to come with him. Anson didn't want to; he may be spoiled, but he wasn't stupid enough to follow some stranger. However, this scientist had other plans. He grabbed a pokeball and tossed it, revealing a Vileplume. It used Stun spore, quickly and easily disabling any of Anson's movements. The scientist returned the pokemon and picked up the scrawny boy, but not before putting a blindfold on him. When he was able to move again, the blindfold was taken off, and he found himself somewhere he wasn't familiar with. Though, with some observation, he realized he was, in all places, on a boat. Angry, he simply closed his eyes, wishing it away.
He must have fallen asleep, because when he opened them again, he was somewhere different. It was a simple room, one with only a bed, a small table and chair, and for some reason, a mirror. Though, when he sat up, he felt... different. His head spun, and his body hurt. Hair fell into his eyes, and he realized it wasn't his hair. His was blond; this was some kind of purple. With panic forming, Anson stood and rushed to the mirror to see what was wrong. That was the first time he saw himself. His features had changed, mutated. He was so different, and he hated it. Tears freely fell from his golden eyes, and he crawled back into his uncomfortable bed. A man entered then, carefully inspecting the boy. Not much had changed, really, he observed. The hair and eyes were different, the skin had hardly changed, and... that was about it. So, he deemed Anson a failed experiment and exited the room, where he knew someone else would take care of him.
Not too long after this, Anson was approached by some woman in the building, who told him of the great reasons to join the infamous Team Pravus. She explained that he was in a whole different region, and probably wouldn't be able to make it back to his own if he tried. She also didn't forget to throw in the fact that people outside Pravus would reject his new appearance. He looked at her like she was the dumbest thing in existence, but he reluctantly agreed to join. Anson didn't start wondering about his parents until the woman left. How would they react when they found out their only son was gone? However, being Anson, he didn't think of this for too long. In fact, he forgot all about it once he was given a Koffing, a sort-of-gift for joining.
Without too much effort, he fulfilled his grunt missions, catching and training pokemon along the way. On his twenty-second birthday he finally achieved the rank of General, and by then, he had most of the pokemon he does now. Once his Koffing was on an appropriate level, Anson forced his pokemon to evolve, certainly not wanting him to be deemed a failure such as himself. Up until now, not much has changed. The man still works with Team Pravus, going about his business while still completing his missions. He mostly enjoys doing his job and doesn't see an end of this in sight, either.
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- Name: Anson Sohrte
- Age: Twenty-six
- Gender: Male
- Race: Pokemorph - Koffing
- Hometown: Cinnibar Island, Kanto.
- Sexual Preference: Asexual - certainly not interested in anyone below him.
- Allegiance: Pravus
[/li][li]Personality:
Thanks to growing up in a fairly wealthy family, Anson is a bit... Well, snooty is probably the best way to describe it. In other words, he's full of himself. He was never taught to respect anyone but his parents, thought he never really did a great job of respecting them, either. Coming from a sophisticated line of Sohrtes, Anson believes he's superior to just about everyone else he happens to meet. He tends to stay quiet most of the time, but just one look at him will let you know he's judging you, putting you in your 'rightful place'. Somewhere below him, no doubt.
In order to stay out of trouble, Anson has been known to be quite dishonest. He grew up lying to almost anyone he could, mostly his parents and/or other relatives, so he's pretty decent when it comes to fooling others. He can often be found persuading people(or attempting to), trying to make them go along with what he's doing in order to get what he wants. When his persuading doesn't have the outcome he desires, Anson will usually become frustrated, making that painfully obvious with a scowl locked on to his features.
In general, he isn't all that pleasant to be around. If you asked him, he'd say he'd rather be locked up in a room somewhere alone or with his pokemon, rather than be with another person that wasn't worth his time. Seeing as they're somewhat common in Pravus, he feels as though Pokemorphs aren't as bad, but still, they'd have to be somewhat-messed up in order to (want to?) get along with Anson.
As far as pokemon go, Anson is... not exactly affectionate(with the exception of Muk, sometimes). But, he has been known to show a bit of kindness now and again. But, by no means is he cruel to pokemon; he simply wants them to listen, and to obey the commands(every single one!) he gives them. He has an affinity for poison-types- he is fused with a pure poison-type, after all.
[/li][li]Hobbies:
- Smoking ; Without cigarettes, he feels almost.. vulnerable. Empty.
- People Watching ; categorizing people is the closest thing to fun he can get.
- Listening to Music ; usually classical, or anything calm.
- Boat(Yacht?) Riding ; if you give him a boat ride, he may or may not be as rude as normal. ()
[/li][li]Physical Appearance:
Growing up, Anson had beautiful(by his standards, anyway), board-straight blond hair that reached just past his ears, which were accompanied by bright, ocean-blue eyes. His skin was slightly tanned, something that was pretty mundane when one lived on a sunny island. Though, he'd never let anyone know that he thought something like that. Right up until that unfortunately fateful day, the boy stood at a lovely height of five feet, eight inches, and would perhaps gain a couple inches before growing stopped completely. But until then, he was still satisfied with the current height. It seemed perfect enough to him, just like everything else.
After he was injected with the DNA of a Koffing, Anson's features took a complete one-eighty turn. His somewhat-short hair seemed to suddenly grow several inches, and it darkened considerably. It went from that nice blond to a dark-lavender color that just didn't seem to be able to be changed. Dying it certainly didn't work; it always went back to lavender quicker than he would have liked. So, he gave up on re-coloring it. His seemingly crystal eyes changed from a bright blue to a glistening golden-color, which was probably the one thing he didn't actually mind(after some time, of course). Who else could say that they had golden eyes? No one he knew; so naturally, it boosted his ego. Anson even grew after this transformation. Sure, it was only a couple of inches, placing him at around six feet even, but the change was noticeable.
For clothing, the young man actually spends an extended amount of time trying to look decent. Though, that's really only because he enjoys catching people's attention. A dark-purple suit is worn, the long sleeves ending with large, white cuffs. Most of the suit is held in place by multiple brown belts, complete with golden buckles that, unsurprisingly, match his eyes. Two pockets attached to these belts hold extra packages of cigarettes; a good supply so he almost never runs out. Around his neck is a short, golden necklace, with the symbol of a Koffing latched on to the end.
---Pokemon, Items, & History---
[/li][li]Current Team:
Species: Weezing
Level: 40
Personality: For a Weezing, this pokemon is surprisingly bright. But, most of the time he simply floats there, taking orders from Anson, letting the 'morph do all the thinking. Weezing is the closest thing to a "best friend" that the young man has. Though, when Weezing was still a Koffing, Anson forced the pokemon to evolve so it wouldn't become a "failure" such as himself. However, the pokemon still trusts the young man with almost everything and will do anything to please him.
Attacks:
Species: Muk
Level: 38
Personality: Like any other Muk, the stench is wretched. However, Anson seems to enjoy it, which is a bit.. gross. But, despite his stench, Muk is quite friendly. He loves hugs, and only seems to get away with a few from Anson since hardly anyone else can stand him. This makes him a bit sad, but when he does get some type of embrace, he's happy. The two are a strange pair, really, and Muk is close to Anson's favorite, aside from Weezing, of course. As an extra note, Muk can sometimes be seen carrying around a doll. This preoccupies him most of the time, keeping him from hugging others.
Attacks:
Species: Mawile
Level: 37
Personality: As her classification states, Mawile is quite the deceiver. She acts as though she's extremely timid, afraid to come close to anyone. But, when something gets too close to her, she turns and, with her massive, jaw-like horns, she snaps. This behavior provides plenty of entertainment for her; she could sit around doing this for hours on end.
Attacks:
Species: Ariados
Level: 36
Personality: Ariados is Anson's most quiet and reserved pokemon. It enjoys just... standing there. He usually shows no emotion except when in a battle. Even then, he doesn't do anything unless his trainer commands it. Anson enjoys this; no emotion is extremely better than disobeying or acting like a fool, by a long shot.
Attacks:
Species: Pidgeot
Level: 35
Personality: If you had to describe Pidgeot in one word, it would probably be fluid. Pidgeot is very faithful to Anson, never disobeying. However, when trying to impress his trainer, Pidgeot tries to make it seem like... well, like he's not trying at all. His movements are liquid and swift, attempting to make it look simpler than it actually is. This often results in getting distracted, concentrating too hard on how to make it look easy.
Attacks:
Species: Ludicolo
Level: 35
Personality: Ludicolo can only be known as the joker of the group. He dances around almost constantly when he's outside of his pokeball, sometimes going as far as grabbing others and forcing them to join in on his fun. He doesn't enjoy it when others are sad, so naturally, he tries to cheer them up with his dancing. It's hard for Anson to take him seriously, but he really can't complain since the pokemon obeys in battle- where it counts the most.
Attacks:
[/li][li]In PC:
Species: Ampharos
Level: 34
Personality: Ampharos is the one member of Anson's group that actually is compassionate. She seems to care about others more than anyone else in her team, and for that, she is sometimes considered the outcast. At times this hinders her plans of helping others(since she's ignored or stuck in a PC, how can she help?), but she tries not to let it get to her too much. Anson doesn't really enjoy the personality, either. Thus, she doesn't see the outside her pokeball as much as the others. When she does come out of the PC, she usually switches with Ludicolo.
Attacks:
Species: Tentacruel
Level: 31
Personality: Tentacruel is hardly trained at all; Anson simply uses him to travel by water if he doesn't have a nice, luxurious boat. However, being half poison-type, Anson is somewhat fond of the pokemon.
Attacks:
Species: Arbok
Level: 24
Personality: It just followed Anson one day. As an ekans, that is. It coiled around his leg as he walked, nearly making him fall several times. But being a poison type, Anson couldn't just leave it behind. So, he simply tossed a pokeball at it and it was his. He never trains it much, but managed to get it to evolve. At times he'll retrieve Arbok from his PC and just let it out. Arbok appreciates Anson's doings, but he is still a somewhat-reserved pokemon, only speaking if spoken to, etc. However, Arbok is pleasant to be around.
Attacks:
[/li][li]Items:
- Cigarettes x 3 packs
Rarely will you see him without these.
- Lighter x 1
Can't have a lit cigarette without one of these.
- Cell Phone x 1
Used for making/receiving calls. Private number, of course.
- Poison barb[/u] x 1
Boosts poison-type moves; attached to Muk... somewhere in there.
- Plush Doll[/u] x 1
Held by Muk so he won't bother others so much.
[/li][li]History:
Anson was born on Cinnabar Island to a moderately rich family. His mother always stayed home to take care of her son, while his father did... business work. Anson had never bothered to really ask what it was he did. His dad made the money, so why should he care how it was made? Anson was an only child, and he was obviously spoiled to the core, even from an early age. His parents only held a slight worry about this, but figured that it was simply a faze that every child went through. Surely he'd be an angelic, polite little boy as time went on; surely. Unfortunately for his parents, but fortunately for him, they were wrong. By age seven he had his own cell phone, and almost every game console that had ever been produced. And, of course, several games for each. It probably didn't help much that he was home-schooled, causing his friend count to remain at an unremarkable zero.
As he aged, video games and similar electronics became quite boring, and really, what use was a cell phone when there was no one to converse with? At around twelve, he began finding his entertainment through boat riding, catching a ride on fishing boats and the such. It was just so interesting, and not to mention relaxing. He never thanked the fishermen for taking him out, but they didn't mind, as long as he stayed out of the way of the fishing lines and nets. Unfortunately, when he was eighteen(when he should have instead been looking for a job or something), one overcast day, he did get in the way. A fisherman almost hooked the boy by accident while casting, and naturally, Anson became upset. He demanded to be taken back to shore, and the fisherman eagerly complied, not wanting to deal with such a bratty child. Sure, Anson was quiet when he was distracted or happy, but when he was upset? It just wasn't worth it.
In a huff, Anson refused to return home so early. In fact, he ran in the opposite direction, toward a mansion that was completely deserted, save for a few pokemon here and there. Unknown to the young boy, other humans were indeed occupying the building. A team of scientists, to be exact, studying the habits of the semi-large, wild pokemon on an island with little forestry. They were interested in how they lived, how they got food; all that good stuff. Anyway, Anson traveled up a flight of stairs, and ran right smack-dab into a koffing. It didn't appear to angry, but Anson was terrified, as he had no pokemon to fight it off with. The boy heard a shout, realizing that someone else was there with him. A tall man rushed over, demanding to know why Anson was here. Frightened, Anson didn't even speak. A thoughtful look fell upon the man's face, and then a smile. He ruffled the boy's golden hair and told him not to worry, and that he'd take care of this pokemon for him.
And take care of it he did. The man actually captured the poison-gas pokemon. After this, he turned to Anson with a mischievous grin, and told him that he was going to come with him. Anson didn't want to; he may be spoiled, but he wasn't stupid enough to follow some stranger. However, this scientist had other plans. He grabbed a pokeball and tossed it, revealing a Vileplume. It used Stun spore, quickly and easily disabling any of Anson's movements. The scientist returned the pokemon and picked up the scrawny boy, but not before putting a blindfold on him. When he was able to move again, the blindfold was taken off, and he found himself somewhere he wasn't familiar with. Though, with some observation, he realized he was, in all places, on a boat. Angry, he simply closed his eyes, wishing it away.
He must have fallen asleep, because when he opened them again, he was somewhere different. It was a simple room, one with only a bed, a small table and chair, and for some reason, a mirror. Though, when he sat up, he felt... different. His head spun, and his body hurt. Hair fell into his eyes, and he realized it wasn't his hair. His was blond; this was some kind of purple. With panic forming, Anson stood and rushed to the mirror to see what was wrong. That was the first time he saw himself. His features had changed, mutated. He was so different, and he hated it. Tears freely fell from his golden eyes, and he crawled back into his uncomfortable bed. A man entered then, carefully inspecting the boy. Not much had changed, really, he observed. The hair and eyes were different, the skin had hardly changed, and... that was about it. So, he deemed Anson a failed experiment and exited the room, where he knew someone else would take care of him.
Not too long after this, Anson was approached by some woman in the building, who told him of the great reasons to join the infamous Team Pravus. She explained that he was in a whole different region, and probably wouldn't be able to make it back to his own if he tried. She also didn't forget to throw in the fact that people outside Pravus would reject his new appearance. He looked at her like she was the dumbest thing in existence, but he reluctantly agreed to join. Anson didn't start wondering about his parents until the woman left. How would they react when they found out their only son was gone? However, being Anson, he didn't think of this for too long. In fact, he forgot all about it once he was given a Koffing, a sort-of-gift for joining.
Without too much effort, he fulfilled his grunt missions, catching and training pokemon along the way. On his twenty-second birthday he finally achieved the rank of General, and by then, he had most of the pokemon he does now. Once his Koffing was on an appropriate level, Anson forced his pokemon to evolve, certainly not wanting him to be deemed a failure such as himself. Up until now, not much has changed. The man still works with Team Pravus, going about his business while still completing his missions. He mostly enjoys doing his job and doesn't see an end of this in sight, either.
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