Name: Talon
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf or Human
Age: 19-21
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 150LBS
*When I Use Him*
-Pokemon-
-Modern Fantasy-
-Type Modern Fantasy Bio Later-
Oo Pokemon Bio oO
While growing up in the large town of Goldenrod City, Talon had never really had contact with pokemon. He longed to have one of his own. When he was about seven years of age his father graced his family with a return home from the Kanto region. With him we brought an Eevee for his son. Talon grew up with this very Eevee. He loved him. He never left it's side as Eevee never left his. As they grew Eevee became a very loyal Umbreon that Talon gave the name 'Grave'... But one night... Team Rocket had come to town. Taken control of the Radio Tower that was rested in the north part of town. Talon was about eleven by this time. His mother had told him to stay inside but he couldn't. He couldn't let them get away with something like that. He was always such a rebel. He took his leave to the outside, Umbreon by his side. Rocket members were blocking everything. He used the shadows as his shield and made it to the tower. He walked in. The people in black were scattered all over the place. Almost as soon as he took another step a large Arbok blocked his way. Umbreon leaped in the way not letting anything touch his only friend. The rocket member that was 'master' of this Arbok laughed and took attack. Not caring how little Talon was. He closed his eyes. Nothing was felt. His eyes snapped open at the sound of a woman's scream. His mother... Feel dead in front of him and Grave. Her Ninetales also feel dead. Talon quickly got up and ran out of the tower... Out of town... Tears running down his soft cheeks. Grave still not leaving his side. Through the years Talon made a life on the road. Trying to get out of Johto. Begging, performing, even stealing. Grave however was stolen from him one night... Again by Rockets... He had lost everything... He earned the money to take a boat off the Johto region and into the region of Syrien. One night... When Talon was about 14 he was caught in a huge storm. One no human could survive. He began to cry. He truley though it was the end. When a man... A man in an odd red uniform rescued him. Team Magma. They had become his life. Even after knowing what Team Rocket had done. He is now 18. No mother... Father missing... And an army of Pokemon. The friendly little boy was no longer who he use to be... He was cold... Only being remotely friendly to females. Yet he was still a rebel. The most rebilous out of the Team Magma.
Gender: Male
Race: Werewolf or Human
Age: 19-21
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 150LBS
*When I Use Him*
-Pokemon-
-Modern Fantasy-
-Type Modern Fantasy Bio Later-
Oo Pokemon Bio oO
While growing up in the large town of Goldenrod City, Talon had never really had contact with pokemon. He longed to have one of his own. When he was about seven years of age his father graced his family with a return home from the Kanto region. With him we brought an Eevee for his son. Talon grew up with this very Eevee. He loved him. He never left it's side as Eevee never left his. As they grew Eevee became a very loyal Umbreon that Talon gave the name 'Grave'... But one night... Team Rocket had come to town. Taken control of the Radio Tower that was rested in the north part of town. Talon was about eleven by this time. His mother had told him to stay inside but he couldn't. He couldn't let them get away with something like that. He was always such a rebel. He took his leave to the outside, Umbreon by his side. Rocket members were blocking everything. He used the shadows as his shield and made it to the tower. He walked in. The people in black were scattered all over the place. Almost as soon as he took another step a large Arbok blocked his way. Umbreon leaped in the way not letting anything touch his only friend. The rocket member that was 'master' of this Arbok laughed and took attack. Not caring how little Talon was. He closed his eyes. Nothing was felt. His eyes snapped open at the sound of a woman's scream. His mother... Feel dead in front of him and Grave. Her Ninetales also feel dead. Talon quickly got up and ran out of the tower... Out of town... Tears running down his soft cheeks. Grave still not leaving his side. Through the years Talon made a life on the road. Trying to get out of Johto. Begging, performing, even stealing. Grave however was stolen from him one night... Again by Rockets... He had lost everything... He earned the money to take a boat off the Johto region and into the region of Syrien. One night... When Talon was about 14 he was caught in a huge storm. One no human could survive. He began to cry. He truley though it was the end. When a man... A man in an odd red uniform rescued him. Team Magma. They had become his life. Even after knowing what Team Rocket had done. He is now 18. No mother... Father missing... And an army of Pokemon. The friendly little boy was no longer who he use to be... He was cold... Only being remotely friendly to females. Yet he was still a rebel. The most rebilous out of the Team Magma.
