END RUN: George Slark- Johto

Dogtag # DTJAF-044
Name: George Slark
Age: 34
Height/Weight: 5’ 7” / 139lbs
Hometown/Region: Golden Rod, Johto
Military Faction: Airforce
Extra items: His father’s standard issue firearm, as useless as every other tech’ weapon now a days, unless he wanted to use it as a bludgeon.


Personality: Caring and fatherly having had to take care of four younger siblings and, to an extent, his own mother. However having faced so many delays between leaving home and joining the military he has become very determined to focus on his own goals in life and not be so willing to cave to others’ demands, but it’s not easy to block out years of emotional conditioning.

Backstory: George is the second oldest child of his family. His older brother (+3 years) ran away from home when he was 13, he vanished and is presumed dead, George has three younger sisters and a brother. Their father was in the airforce but when he weakened and fell ill he was sent home for rest, however his condition only deteriorated. George and his mother struggled to keep the family fed, clothed and under a roof as his father slowly grew worse. George’s father died when George was 18, his siblings 15, 12 and 10, the only things his father left were his great coat and old gun, which he gave to George and made him promise to protect his family. George didn’t have the heart to remind him that it was a dead item and he may as well stoke the fire with it for all the good it would do as a means of protection.
It was with a guilty sense of relief that George gave his youngest sister away at the altar, as he felt that finally, finally he was free to do as he wished. He bid good bye to his mother and made a beeline for the nearest recruitment camp, in Goldenrod this wasn’t too much of an issue, but it seemed that at every turn there was someone they owed, or some friend of the family needing a hand.
Two years passed too quickly as he worked to pay off his family’s debts, but before he could leap at the chance to sign up a friend contacted him begging for help. His Ponyta had fallen desperately sick, and he had nothing to work for him, he couldn’t leave his farm unattended, so he gave George the money to go to Cianwood and get medicine from the leading Pokémon veterinarians AKA some of the few people actually trying hard to keep sick domesticated Pokémon alive. George made it and got the stuff he’d been sent to get, but found himself short to return home. He sent the meds ahead of himself, but had to undergo a great deal of work to get back himself. He bid a final goodbye to his worried mother, and with a rather rude word to his neighbour who tried to wrangle him into helping fix the roof, sprinted all the way to the recruitment camp and signed up before anyone could so much as say: “Hey George give us a hand.”
George and his family lived in one of the poorer boroughs of Goldenrod, he grew up scrapping on the streets and stealing a good portion of the food that ended up on the table. He knows how to fight dirty and puts survival above a ‘good clean fight’ any day. Hidden talents put away until they’re needed like so much winter underwear are: pick pocketing, knife fighting (mediocre, but he’s gained and given a few scars) and finding short cuts over fences and along back routes while on the run.

His demeanour, habit of wearing a handlebar moustache and age often make him the ‘old man’ of any group of rookies he’s with.

Pokemon:

Kamov | Yanma | Hasty | Compound Eyes |Male
Pokemon bio / personality:
When George was pointed towards a bunch of military trained, yet inexperienced, Pokémon and told: “Pick one,” he really wasn’t sure what to do. Then he saw the one designated Ka-50, and remembered his little sister chasing Yanma down at the river. Not knowing anything about Pokémon beyond having once being scratched by a Meowth he wasn’t sure what he was getting in to on any accounts and one choice seemed as good as another, so the Yanma was his choice.
Kamov got his name and George quickly realised he had his hands full. Three times he had to ask an higher ranking recruit to send their Pokémon after Kamov and bring him back before George kept him circling on the end of a string. As soon as George found that Kamov had a sweet tooth as bad as his own he worked on training him in a way that showed progress.
Kamov is normally found clinging to George’s back or shoulder. On warm days he prefers George’s head to sun bathe. He adores sweet tea and that is about the only thing he and George clash on, since neither Pokémon nor trainer wish to share.
Kamov is fast, and when he can’t fly around or sunbathe he twitches his wings almost constantly. A voracious little hunter. George has realised that with the insect’s low defence avoiding blows is their best tactic, he’s focusing on Kamov’s evasion and speed.