Don't tell them anything

Cute? Someone thought he was cute???? That wasn’t good, he was supposed to be cool or scary… what did he do wrong?? 

“Oi oi, we are scary you know? How are we cute? you know the most dangerous  bugs are the small ones right??”

“Can’t you just be both? You can have cute and scary traits at the same time.”

The address was on his ID, and he remembered where the house was from certain landmarks. It wasn’t far from the windmill.

It was strange being here again, especially finding out just how long it’d really been. Yes, this is where he was from. Yet saying that didn’t feel quite right. He had never really considered this place much of a home back then. He’d wanted so desperately to just leave and never come back, and yet here he was. Actively seeking it out. He wonders if he ever visited during the gap in his memory. Maybe he hadn’t, and they’d be happy to see him. Or maybe they’d be furious. There was probably a reason his sister had never returned. Or maybe she had, and he just didn’t remember? He truly hated this, all of this uncertainty, the fuzziness. All of it.

Well, maybe today he could get some answers. 

Turning a corner, he’d arrive on a familiar street, his home on the dead end. Quickly he’d race down the street until a sign came into view. For sale? He’d slow to a stop in front of it, almost in disbelief. They... weren’t here anymore? Where could they have gone?

A voice would then startle him out of thought. “You lookin’ for someone? That house has been on an off the market for about four years now. Place’s gotta lot of fixin’ up it needs and everyone’s always gettin’ in over their heads with it.” An older man would shake his head, grabbing his mail from the mailbox at the house across the street.

Four... years. They’ve been gone four years. What happened? Why did they leave? “Do you know where the Dain’s went?” He could hardly bring himself to ask, turning to face the old man.

He seemed to need a moment to think. “Don’t really remember to tell ya the truth. Know they left the region for sure. Happened in a rush too. Said they could stick around anymore. Sounded to me like some sorta family tragedy from they way they were talkin’.”

Mallory paused, anxiety building in his chest. Did they think he died? Or had something happened to his sister? “Did they say what happened? Anything at all?” His voice came out panicked, shaky.

“Somethin’ about their boy. Got into big trouble up in the city. Said they didn’t want to be involved and took off--, wait a moment. Ain’t you their boy? It’s been a long time, but you got the looks--”

Mallory didn’t stick around to finish listening before he took off. His mind felt like TV static. Nothing made sense. They left, because of something he did? He did something bad enough that his parents had to move regions to get away from him? What was going on?

He should probably go to the authorities. They would know. They would know more than anyone. But he was afraid. Afraid to find out, or afraid to suffer the consequences of potential actions that he couldn’t even remember? Both.

“Huh.”

//He was pressured into it by his fellow group members. It was a sort of ‘initiation’ thing. He didn’t really want to do it, but he didn’t want his ‘friends’ to leave so he kind of just, shut his eyes and went through with it.

Basics

Full name: Mallory Dain Nickname(s): Mal Title(s): Death’s Hand Sex: Male Gender: Male Height: 5′10″ Age: 22 Zodiac: Libra Spoken languages: English, French

Physical Characteristics

Hair color: White Eye color: Blue Skin tone: Pale Body type: Thin, semi-athletic build Voice: Undecided Dominant hand: Right Posture: Relaxed, but usually straight Scars: Bullet scars, one on his left side and one on his left thigh. A few cut scars from fights on his arms. Tattoos: A pair of angel wings on his back (To match Regal’s mega form) Birthmarks: None Most noticeable feature(s): Hair, freckles

Childhood

Place of birth: Kalos Hometown: Dendemille Town Birth weight/height: 6.5 lbs First words: Probably the usually ‘mama, dada’ stuff Siblings: Older sister (left on her pokemon journey when he was 4 and he’s hardly heard from her since) Parents: Mom and Dad (They moved to Hoenn when he was 19. He was basically disowned when they found out about what he was doing) Parental involvement: They weren’t perfect parents to say the least. They were harsh, not the best at relating or making emotional connections with their kids. They were very much ‘do what I say because I said so, and if you talk back to me you’re not eating tonight’ kind of parents. Children: None

Adult Life

Occupation: Trainer Current residence: Traveler Close friends: Regal Relationship status: Single in all verses Criminal record: Theft, murder, assault & battery, etc

Sex & Romance

Sexual orientation: Currently unsure (pre-amnesia: Bisexual, Biromantic) Preferred emotional role: submissive | dominant | switch Preferred sexual role: submissive | dominant | switch | Doesn’t care Libido: Average Turn ons: Unsure Turn offs: Unsure Love language: Words of Affirmation,  Relationship tendencies: Can be a little overzealous, especially at first but he’s very attentive to his partners and their likes, dislikes and any small things they may mention. He’s very much the type to keep lists of things his partner mentions, so he may surprise them with those things down the line.

Miscellaneous

Character’s theme song(s): Victorious - Pan!c at the disco Hobbies to pass time: Battling, traveling, getting lost Mental illnesses: PTSD, Depression, Mania (not completely sure about that one), probably others (these are more obvious with pre-amnesia Mallory or as he regains his memories going along) Physical illnesses: None Left or right brained: slightly more right brained Fears: Failure, Not being enough, Being alone, Silence Self-confidence level: Low Vulnerabilities: Completely quiet areas, Yelling, certain commanding phrases, 

He blinked as he spoke to the pokemon resting in the shade beneath the bench, and he leaned a bit to get a better look. His eyes almost sparkled with wonder. “Woah, an absol.. I don’t think I’ve seen one in person before.”

“Yeah, I started my journey at some point but I don’t know if I ever finished it. So this could be my second journey? Or just a continuation of the first? I lost my memory and I haven’t figured it out.” It was frustrating to say the least.

“I guess I didn’t really take into account weather when I packed. I should get some lighter clothes...” Or else he was going to wind up dying of heat stroke.

“Oh, yeah. this is Regal. She’s my partner. I think she has been since well before I can remember.” Considering she was with him when he’d woken up and certainly acted familiar with him.

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu 

It kind of depends on location. If he’s staying in a town or city for a bit he tends to be a bit more generous with his meals and will go to cafes for breakfast or lunch. Usually dinner is something quick. When on the road, he tends to pack snacks or berries. He doesn’t normally have full on meals or anything.

As for preference. He likes more mild stuff? Nothing overly sweet or spicy, and he hates sour stuff.

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

He was home schooled and was the type who was kind of average at most subjects. He had a bit of an affinity in language arts, but he didn’t have much interest in reading for writing. He didn’t really have any interest in schooling? His focus was mostly entirely on just leaving.

Though after he left, he took a strong interest in mythology and that kind of grew over the years (probably for the worse) and it became a sort of obsession to him

Now that he’s lost his memory though, he’s kind of back where he started on that. He has little interest in study and is more about rolling with the punches than anything.

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?