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PotC App: Sheridan Howe — Description
EDIT OCT 1, 2014: Updated his App art.~ Also thanks, Dice for drawing the two new items up there.

Okay, second character for PokesoftheCaribbean . We'll see how he goes.~ And right here is my first character, Eleanor Miller.

- NAME:: Sheridan Howe
- NICKNAME:: Sheri (as given by Robin)
- AGE:: 28
- BIRTHDATE:: December 18th
- GENDER:: Male
- HEIGHT:: 5 foot 11 inches (1.803 m)
- WEIGHT:: 180 lbs (81.647 kg) without Levitate, 60 lbs (27.216 kg) with Levitate.
- EYE COLOR:: Magenta irises with Yellow scleras
- MISC. FEATURES:: A few nicks here and there on his hands, but they're hardly noticeable. Stab scars on his shoulders, around the gems on his chest, wrists, and a rather nasty... formation of scars on his back. Very light bite and burn marks here and there from previous attacks.
- POKEMON SPECIES:: Mismagius
- FLEET/CAPTAIN:: Blackbeard

- HISTORY::
Sheridan was born in a little town in Virginia to a family of normal, but antisocial Mismagius. Being the youngest out of a huge family of eleven, he felt that he hardly got the affection that he truly deserved. So his younger years were quite lonely, and though his parents made sure he was fed and clothed, they were much too busy with their other children to give him the time of day. He had no friends either, though he tried. Everyone was terrified of the "witch" family and their "curses", so Sheridan couldn't get someone to talk to even if he paid them.

He was no older than twelve when his life changed forever. A traveling group of entertainers paraded through town one day, attracting a sizable crowd as well as Sheridan, who witnessed their wonderful acts. Fortune tellers, contortionists, freaks, and thespians were all gathered about performing their outrageous stunts. All eyes were on them, be they viewed with awe, fear, or even disgust. Sheridan wanted that more than anything. Attention. A place to belong and stand out. To be admired, feared, and envied. The moment the acts were over, Sheridan approached the leader of the entertainers, begging to join and become a part of something, anything. The leader found nothing interesting in Sheridan and turned the boy away. But the young Misdreavus was determined, and just before the troupe left, he hid out in one of their wagons with the props. Before he knew it, he was on his way to a new life.

Sheridan traveled quietly for at least a good day before someone threw open the doors on him, nearly scaring him out of his skin. It was a young girl, a hybrid of Gothorita and Swablu. The little girl squealed upon seeing Sheridan, but he explained his situation and pleaded with her not to tell on him, at least not until they were far away enough from Virginia. Upon hearing the young boy's story, she agreed and, once her errand was finished, brought Sheridan a little bite to eat and closed the doors.

When the leader found out, he was positively furious. He told Sheridan that he refused to take talentless children off the streets into his troupe. Sheridan swore to prove his worth to the leader soon enough by taking up a performance of his own. The boy's enthusiasm ebbed the leader's anger just enough for him to comply. But the leader swore in return that if Sheridan did not pull through, he would be thrown out.

Sheridan tried a multitude of tricks and trades, from the fortune telling to juggling to acting. He excelled in acting, but he found that he had a love for knives. He practiced day in and day out with his knives, at first with little success. And he almost gave up. On one particular day when Sheridan was feeling terribly disheartened, the little Swablu/Gothorita hybrid approached him and did her best to give him some sound advice. She herself was an fortune teller in training, and so she understood his frustration. Giving him gentle words of encouragement and even a kiss on the cheek, she promised that if he got any better, she'd help him with his performances, should he be good enough. That drove Sheridan to strive for perfection with a new sense of determination and the first flutterings of love.

It took him at least a year to become decent with knives. The leader's anger had long died down by then, and he was in fact quite pleased with the boy's determination and willingness to learn. Even when Sheridan's first performance went terribly, the leader allowed Sheridan to stay, so long as the boy kept trying. Elated to have finally been accepted into a family (and to be able to stay with his hybrid), Sheridan never stopped practicing, more than willing to show his gratitude by learning to be the best knife thrower that anyone had ever seen.

And he did get better. For years he kept at it until finally by age seventeen he was allowed to work with a partner. And the hybrid was more than happy to agree, as she'd promised. As a duo, Sheridan and the young girl kept at it until they had an act that rivaled the acts of the senior members. Sheridan adored working with the hybrid. He was so terribly infatuated with the girl by then that he could hardly be around her without blushing.

Sheridan even went through evolution in hopes if impressing his love interest. But the young girl often said she saw him as a brother, and she'd begun to admit her feelings for a young man she'd met in Lavaridge some time ago during their travels. She hoped to visit him again one day... It hurt every time she mentioned it.

Sheridan kept his feeling secret up until he was twenty four, as he never had the guts to profess his love before for fear of rejection. While he still said nothing to her, he'd decided that he would tell her, and perhaps his confession would open her eyes and love him in return.

The day came, and it was to be their biggest performance yet! It was a very religious community up near Massachusetts, and Sheridan could tell that the townsfolk weren't pleased with their troupe being there. But Sheridan was ready to turn their opinions completely around.

He and his partner prepared. They strapped the hybrid girl to a spinning board and lifted a cloth between Sheridan and her so that he, the thrower, couldn't see where his assistant was. It was their most dangerous stunt yet, to the point that the leader had asked the two to reconsider. But he and his darling hybrid had practiced it until they were certain they could not mess up.

He let the first knife go. Gasps rang throughout the crowd. It had missed her arm by a hair. Another knife, and some of the women in the crowd had to look away. But before the final knife was thrown, some of the more radical residents decided that enough was enough. The moment Sheridan's arm began to go about the motions of releasing the dagger, the stage shifted, knocking his aim off... Shrieks of anger and terror erupted from the crowd as the stage collapsed, and with it, Sheridan and his assistant. He could hardly move or breathe as his eyes fell upon his love, still strapped to the turning wheel and with a knife through her chest. Sheridan and his troupe were forced to drop everything and flee the town of enraged Pokemon who threatened to tear them all apart. The moment they were certain that they had escaped, the leader turned on Sheridan, attacking the Mismagius and effectively throwing him out of the troupe. Too devastated and broken by the sudden events, Sheridan didn't even have the heart to plead his case, and gladly left the band of traveling entertainers. He was once again on his own, alone.

Sheridan traveled around for the next two years of his life, doing solo performances and drowning his sorrows when he could in order to live. But the longer he stayed in America, the more it hurt. So he traveled to a port on the east coast and took a boat to England in hopes of starting fresh. Things were only a little better there, but he could only ignore his sorrows with new sights and hedonistic pleasures for so long. So onto another boat he went, traveling this time to the Caribbean. He'd heard that almost anything went down there, especially if one lingered around pirate ports. So again he travelled through the new land, enjoying a cheap thrill here, causing a bit of trouble there, and all the while keeping his eyes open for something, or someone, that he'd heard of while traversing the docks of England. Blackbeard. Rumor had it that this particular pirate knew how to cheat death, and even bring back some from the dead... Hopefully with enough convincing, or perhaps a deal, he could prove his worth as a crew member, and possibly gain a few helpful revival spells in return...

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- CLOTHING OF CHOICE:: Sheridan is rarely seen without his hat and cloak. The cloak, as it is a part of him, can be changed from time to time, and it if often seen shifting as if it were made or smoke or blowing in the wind. Underneath, he wears a chemise shirt under a black vest and black pants and shoes. On the vest, a gold chain wraps around his waist. It serves no purpose other than to just be fashionable.~

- ACCESSORIES::
-Knives, knives, and more knives = It's a mystery where he even keeps them all. But Sheridan will always have an assortment of all kinds of knives on his person.
- Odd Charm = Somehow this strange item wound up in Sheridan's pocket. He has no idea what it is or who put it there, and though it's pretty, it's also quite unsettling...
- Ghost Gem = This newly acquired gem has given Sheridan quite a power boost in many aspects, including his cloak.

- PERSONALITY:: Sheridan is almost always seen smiling and in a chipper or playful mood. This is usually always a facade, however, as he's learned to hide his true feelings and emotions rather well. He tends to talk in a bit of a sing song and flamboyant voice and will more often than not say things that will accidentally offend or irritate. Don't get him mad, however. He's very good at hitting just about any target with a knife. And he can be brutal if made angry.

-CURRENT MOVESET::
Psychic
Hex
Will-O-Wisp
Curse

- ABILITY:: Levitate

- TALENTS::
- As previously stated, Sheridan is an excellent performer and knife thrower. He can sling a blade mere centimeters from a person's face, even if they're moving.
- He's learned to act very well, which is helpful when he's trying to hide something, which is usually often.

- OTHER INFORMATION::
= Sheridan loves hybrids, due to his infatuation with one in his youth. Therefore, he'll stand up for hybrids and is all for equality for them.
= Ironically, Sheridan is fine with slavery. Growing up in the American South, slaves were common there as well, and so he's been raised on that Southern mentality that slavery's a justified thing that makes life better for all other free Pokemon.
= Seeing as his gems are his way of feeding off of emotions, they're extremely sensitive.
= Black Magic actually fascinates Sheridan. He'd always wondered why Pokemon were so scared of it when he was younger. And now that he has a purpose to seek it, he wishes to learn about it and understand why others fear it so much.
= As stated above, Sheridan can't even lift a little Swellow (who's about 70 lbs). So he often has to resort to Psychic to help out with the heavier tasks.
= The odd charm is actually called a Hamsa Charm.
= Fun fact, Sheridan was completely thought up while I was listening to Brittany Spears's song Circus. I'm not ashamed.

Sheridan (c) Bloomins
Hamsa Charm and Ghost Gem drawn by DiceKitty
Mismagius/Pokemon (c) Nintendo