Post by Liridon Cedar on Aug 5, 2015 1:36:52 GMT -6
Chief 'Rusty' Rust
Age: ~15-17
Gender: Enby
Orientation: Demisexual
Profession: Lost Kid Co-Chieftain
Occupation: Defensive and Exploratory Concerns
Appearance:
This red-haired feral teen is one of the tallest, lankiest inhabitants of the Lost Kid warren. In fact, this Lost Kid's height is only matched by the other Chieftain, Purkle – Rusty's sibling. Wearing only the best and most recently stolen of the clothes taken from the city-dwellers, or the finest feral-made garments, Rusty cuts a distinctive figure – even without the... other accoutrements favoured by Purkle. As far as preferences go, these garments tend towards blacks, reds and camouflage, but whatever looks and feels nicest is a good way to go, generally. One eccentricity of appearance is that Rusty's fingernails are stained black – whether this is feral-made stain or stolen nail varnish or paint is unclear. Eyes verging between red and orange in the light, Rusty's expressions tend to be more serious than those of Purkle, on average, but it isn't hard to make this Chieftain smile. Rusty looks less ambiguous in terms of gender than Purkle, being relatively comfortable with however others want to look at things, but this possibly-aporagender individual still does not feel the need to strongly associate with any particular gender appearance.
[Face Claim: Sasori - Naruto]
Everyday Clothes:
A mixture of the best and newest stolen clothing and the highest quality feral-made clothing – usually black, red or green.
Pack: Rusty does not tend to require a pack, and stores most belongings in a hole in the ground, or a hollow tree – whatever strikes the fancy. If a pack was required, a stolen one would be used, for quality. Aesthetics, well, probably green, red or black.
Personality:
Of the two current feral Chieftains, Rusty is the one with the greater sense of independence and seriousness, but despite this greater grasp of seriousness, this Lost Kid delights in showpersonship whenever possible. Confident smirks are a frequent part of this individual's demeanour, which can seem fairly easy-going or laid-back when times are good. When things are more hectic, Rusty is likely to take charge of things immediately, trying to figure out what the heck is going on as the situation unfolds, and prefers to keep up a bit of banter with Purkle until things are clearly 'very not good' – mostly for the sake of morale. At this point, however, most pettiness and silliness is discarded in favour of finding a solution. While Rusty is more prone giving speeches than Purkle, the redder-hued sibling is also the less adept with wording – being prone to phrasings such as 'some kind of... deep trappy hole thingy... with spikes'. Therefore, while Rusty enjoys the spotlight, this Chieftain usually requires Purkle's help with any upcoming speeches. As to the pettiness, most of this is banter between Co-Chieftains – there is a lot of minor bickering between Purkle and Rusty from day to day, which both seem to enjoy. Though generally the more at home of the two when it comes to the concerns and antics of the more militaristic and/or exploration-oriented feral children, Rusty is actually the more patient and laid-back of the pair. Whereas Purkle would find it harder to hold in a frustrated and possibly blunt protest, Rusty is quite capable of listening to a subordinate and possibly annoying Lost Kid babble on and on, even if said Lost Kid is among those who most annoy the Co-Chieftains. Rusty won't like it, and is unlikely to pretend otherwise, but will listen and save the complaining and aggravation for later. As with Purkle, Rusty will forgive most things for snack food.
Likes:
-- Those moments when everything seems to be going smoothly
-- Puppet shows and plays
-- Being looked up to
-- Snack food
-- Being the focus of attention
-- Exploration and excitement
-- The rush of adrenaline while fighting – though preferably for dominance rather than survival
-- Playful bickering with Purkle
-- Getting time to lay back and relax, and maybe take a nap
Dislikes:
-- Those moments when nobody is listening and it's all going wrong
-- Being directly contradicted or undermined
-- When something makes the tykes cry
-- The snack food running out
-- Fretting over whether a tyke or a friend has been eaten or not
-- Being without Purkle for more than a couple of days
-- Being unable to fully articulate things that seem so good from mind to mouth
-- Winter – Rusty hates the cold, and will try to sneak Purkle's boa
-- Those moments when something startles prey mid-stalk
Backstory:
Rusty doesn't remember much from before Mi-aro, but would acknowledge the possibility that the name 'Rust', which later mutated to 'Rusty', may once have been Russell. This feral teenager made the crossing through the Legend Portal at approximately age four, along with sibling Purkle, probably fleeing from the same sort of cataclysmic event as most of the other Lost Kids. Nobody other than Purkle or Rusty knows for certain how much they recall, as they tend to clam up when asked. To the tykes that they were, Mi-aro was big and scary, and full of bustling adults who didn't know them. At the time, Rusty was having to be something of an older sibling for crybaby Purkle, who clung to Rusty in panic whenever something startling happened, which was often. Neither knows for certain which, if either, is actually older, but it was putting quite a strain on the little red-head – who was also feeling weary, put-upon and desperate. They'd made it as far as they had by hanging around other travellers and being endearing enough to feed and shelter, but there was nobody who was ready to take them in on a permanent basis. It seemed as though they were nothing more than a burden to those around them, and the attention-craving little Rusty had been growing more and more upset with the situation, and distressed that there was nobody but Purkle who seemed to be paying much heed to their plight.
One night, when most folk were sleeping, the siblings decided to take matters into their own hands. They ventured out from the shelter they'd found in search of something to bring back to make the grown-ups pay attention to them and fuss over them like their parents once did. It was easy to be brave at first, before they got too far from Port City, but as they got more and more lost, both of them started to get agitated and fearful. Though they heard many rustlings and cracklings and shiftings of things in the wind, it wasn't until their snifflings turned into the wailing of lost and cold little ones everywhere that they actually came face to face with another living being. Thankfully for them, it was a group of other children, rather than feral Pokemon. These children, clad in raggedy clothes and pelts, gathered them into the middle of the group and brought them at once to the wood of Mirror Lake. There, they were allowed to sleep with other young ones in underground burrows, before being presented to the oldest of the children – the then Council and Chieftain of the Lost Kids – in the morning.
From this point onwards, Purkle and Rusty became gradually acclimatised to the society of feral children they found themselves in, and Rusty slowly began to accept not needing to be the focus of attention. The vague possessiveness of Purkle, for whom Rusty had been responsible for so long, however, did not diminish as much – anything they did, they did together. Except for one thing... Seeing as Purkle appeared to be highly dependant on Rusty's presence and assistance in these early years, it was decided by some of the older children that the kid needed to learn some responsibility – or at least be given something to do that would distract from the waterworks. Therefore, the wide-eyed Purkle was presented with a Pokemon egg and instructed to care for it and raise it to hatching – without help from Rusty. This made Rusty feel left out, and somewhat jealous – both that Purkle got to have an egg when Rusty did not, and that the egg would be getting most of Purkle's attention. It was at this point that Rusty started picking fights and bickering with Purkle more, in an attempt to reclaim some of that attention. However, Purkle stubbornly stuck to the task, and even the envious Rusty had to admit that the slightly dotty Sewaddle that resulted was kinda cute. Not to mention, it was easier to do stuff without Purkle being so clingy all the time. Still, Rusty was bound and determined to get a starter Pokemon some day – and decided that, unlike Purkle, that starter would be wrangled and subdued instead of hatched.
Eventually, though it would be hard to say how old they were at the time, the siblings presented themselves to the Chieftain and Council again. This time, they sought to become Questants, and prove their worth to the community – Rusty as a Micro-Mercenary, and Purkle as a Mini-Merchant. By this time, Rusty had located a feral Weedle and somehow managed to wrestle it into submission, meaning that both children had a Pokemon partner to take with them. Therefore, their request was approved. The events of Rusty and Purkle's Quest seem to change with every telling, particularly if Rusty starts to embellish, but the most consistent parts of the tale are that each of their first partners evolved once during their long journey, that it took them more than two seasons to return to the warren, that there were several confrontations with wild Pokemon that nearly saw them eaten, that both of their partners evolved during the long voyage, and that they returned triumphantly with a payload of assorted information, materials, stolen items and Pokemon not native to their home. Nobody agrees on the precise details, particularly as concerns the number and identity of the Pokemon, but it is clear that the twosome managed to earn the respect of the other feral children.
As the years passed, both siblings continued to gain prowess in their chosen fields, and were involved in many scuffles with wild Pokemon. Not all of these involved attempted capture or dominance struggles, however – many of them were incursions by Pokemon intent on consuming some of the Lost Kids. In these cases, Rusty's role would usually involve diving into the fray with weapons and Pokemon at the ready, trying to buy time for Purkle and the others to get the more vulnerable ones to safety. Although Rusty was quite capable of fighting without the help of Purkle, both siblings still fought best when teamed together, and Rusty kinda preferred it that way. When they grew old enough to be considered, they were given secret tests known only to the Council and the Chieftain, before being inducted into the Council themselves to represent their professions. It was around this time that Rusty's bratty starter, Zim, evolved into a Beedrill, to Rusty's immense pride.
Though the new responsibility was daunting at first, the siblings grew into their enhanced roles in time, and gained the confidence of the younger Lost Kids. One of the things that always struck Rusty about this was when younger Lost Kids presented themselves for approval to become Questants – they almost always looked small and determined, and reminded the now probably-teen of that long-ago time when the roles were reversed. This set a new drive to teach the littler ones survival and fighting techniques into Rusty's heart, and the more battle-oriented sibling strove to become somebody the others could turn to when they needed to know how to survive and how to win. These efforts did not go unheeded – in fact, when the Chieftain of the time decided that she was ready to embark on a journey to see the world, it was Purkle and Rusty who were chosen to replace her. Since then, both have striven to maintain the values and traits they were selected for, and balance them against each other's.
To some, particularly Micro-Mercenaries and Small Survivors, Rusty is a mentor-figure, and tries to be informative and tolerant for them when possible. This is mirrored by Purkle, who mostly mentors Mini-Merchants and Rinky-dink Researchers.
Appearance:
This red-haired feral teen is one of the tallest, lankiest inhabitants of the Lost Kid warren. In fact, this Lost Kid's height is only matched by the other Chieftain, Purkle – Rusty's sibling. Wearing only the best and most recently stolen of the clothes taken from the city-dwellers, or the finest feral-made garments, Rusty cuts a distinctive figure – even without the... other accoutrements favoured by Purkle. As far as preferences go, these garments tend towards blacks, reds and camouflage, but whatever looks and feels nicest is a good way to go, generally. One eccentricity of appearance is that Rusty's fingernails are stained black – whether this is feral-made stain or stolen nail varnish or paint is unclear. Eyes verging between red and orange in the light, Rusty's expressions tend to be more serious than those of Purkle, on average, but it isn't hard to make this Chieftain smile. Rusty looks less ambiguous in terms of gender than Purkle, being relatively comfortable with however others want to look at things, but this possibly-aporagender individual still does not feel the need to strongly associate with any particular gender appearance.
[Face Claim: Sasori - Naruto]
Everyday Clothes:
A mixture of the best and newest stolen clothing and the highest quality feral-made clothing – usually black, red or green.
Pack: Rusty does not tend to require a pack, and stores most belongings in a hole in the ground, or a hollow tree – whatever strikes the fancy. If a pack was required, a stolen one would be used, for quality. Aesthetics, well, probably green, red or black.
Personality:
Of the two current feral Chieftains, Rusty is the one with the greater sense of independence and seriousness, but despite this greater grasp of seriousness, this Lost Kid delights in showpersonship whenever possible. Confident smirks are a frequent part of this individual's demeanour, which can seem fairly easy-going or laid-back when times are good. When things are more hectic, Rusty is likely to take charge of things immediately, trying to figure out what the heck is going on as the situation unfolds, and prefers to keep up a bit of banter with Purkle until things are clearly 'very not good' – mostly for the sake of morale. At this point, however, most pettiness and silliness is discarded in favour of finding a solution. While Rusty is more prone giving speeches than Purkle, the redder-hued sibling is also the less adept with wording – being prone to phrasings such as 'some kind of... deep trappy hole thingy... with spikes'. Therefore, while Rusty enjoys the spotlight, this Chieftain usually requires Purkle's help with any upcoming speeches. As to the pettiness, most of this is banter between Co-Chieftains – there is a lot of minor bickering between Purkle and Rusty from day to day, which both seem to enjoy. Though generally the more at home of the two when it comes to the concerns and antics of the more militaristic and/or exploration-oriented feral children, Rusty is actually the more patient and laid-back of the pair. Whereas Purkle would find it harder to hold in a frustrated and possibly blunt protest, Rusty is quite capable of listening to a subordinate and possibly annoying Lost Kid babble on and on, even if said Lost Kid is among those who most annoy the Co-Chieftains. Rusty won't like it, and is unlikely to pretend otherwise, but will listen and save the complaining and aggravation for later. As with Purkle, Rusty will forgive most things for snack food.
Likes:
-- Those moments when everything seems to be going smoothly
-- Puppet shows and plays
-- Being looked up to
-- Snack food
-- Being the focus of attention
-- Exploration and excitement
-- The rush of adrenaline while fighting – though preferably for dominance rather than survival
-- Playful bickering with Purkle
-- Getting time to lay back and relax, and maybe take a nap
Dislikes:
-- Those moments when nobody is listening and it's all going wrong
-- Being directly contradicted or undermined
-- When something makes the tykes cry
-- The snack food running out
-- Fretting over whether a tyke or a friend has been eaten or not
-- Being without Purkle for more than a couple of days
-- Being unable to fully articulate things that seem so good from mind to mouth
-- Winter – Rusty hates the cold, and will try to sneak Purkle's boa
-- Those moments when something startles prey mid-stalk
Backstory:
Rusty doesn't remember much from before Mi-aro, but would acknowledge the possibility that the name 'Rust', which later mutated to 'Rusty', may once have been Russell. This feral teenager made the crossing through the Legend Portal at approximately age four, along with sibling Purkle, probably fleeing from the same sort of cataclysmic event as most of the other Lost Kids. Nobody other than Purkle or Rusty knows for certain how much they recall, as they tend to clam up when asked. To the tykes that they were, Mi-aro was big and scary, and full of bustling adults who didn't know them. At the time, Rusty was having to be something of an older sibling for crybaby Purkle, who clung to Rusty in panic whenever something startling happened, which was often. Neither knows for certain which, if either, is actually older, but it was putting quite a strain on the little red-head – who was also feeling weary, put-upon and desperate. They'd made it as far as they had by hanging around other travellers and being endearing enough to feed and shelter, but there was nobody who was ready to take them in on a permanent basis. It seemed as though they were nothing more than a burden to those around them, and the attention-craving little Rusty had been growing more and more upset with the situation, and distressed that there was nobody but Purkle who seemed to be paying much heed to their plight.
One night, when most folk were sleeping, the siblings decided to take matters into their own hands. They ventured out from the shelter they'd found in search of something to bring back to make the grown-ups pay attention to them and fuss over them like their parents once did. It was easy to be brave at first, before they got too far from Port City, but as they got more and more lost, both of them started to get agitated and fearful. Though they heard many rustlings and cracklings and shiftings of things in the wind, it wasn't until their snifflings turned into the wailing of lost and cold little ones everywhere that they actually came face to face with another living being. Thankfully for them, it was a group of other children, rather than feral Pokemon. These children, clad in raggedy clothes and pelts, gathered them into the middle of the group and brought them at once to the wood of Mirror Lake. There, they were allowed to sleep with other young ones in underground burrows, before being presented to the oldest of the children – the then Council and Chieftain of the Lost Kids – in the morning.
From this point onwards, Purkle and Rusty became gradually acclimatised to the society of feral children they found themselves in, and Rusty slowly began to accept not needing to be the focus of attention. The vague possessiveness of Purkle, for whom Rusty had been responsible for so long, however, did not diminish as much – anything they did, they did together. Except for one thing... Seeing as Purkle appeared to be highly dependant on Rusty's presence and assistance in these early years, it was decided by some of the older children that the kid needed to learn some responsibility – or at least be given something to do that would distract from the waterworks. Therefore, the wide-eyed Purkle was presented with a Pokemon egg and instructed to care for it and raise it to hatching – without help from Rusty. This made Rusty feel left out, and somewhat jealous – both that Purkle got to have an egg when Rusty did not, and that the egg would be getting most of Purkle's attention. It was at this point that Rusty started picking fights and bickering with Purkle more, in an attempt to reclaim some of that attention. However, Purkle stubbornly stuck to the task, and even the envious Rusty had to admit that the slightly dotty Sewaddle that resulted was kinda cute. Not to mention, it was easier to do stuff without Purkle being so clingy all the time. Still, Rusty was bound and determined to get a starter Pokemon some day – and decided that, unlike Purkle, that starter would be wrangled and subdued instead of hatched.
Eventually, though it would be hard to say how old they were at the time, the siblings presented themselves to the Chieftain and Council again. This time, they sought to become Questants, and prove their worth to the community – Rusty as a Micro-Mercenary, and Purkle as a Mini-Merchant. By this time, Rusty had located a feral Weedle and somehow managed to wrestle it into submission, meaning that both children had a Pokemon partner to take with them. Therefore, their request was approved. The events of Rusty and Purkle's Quest seem to change with every telling, particularly if Rusty starts to embellish, but the most consistent parts of the tale are that each of their first partners evolved once during their long journey, that it took them more than two seasons to return to the warren, that there were several confrontations with wild Pokemon that nearly saw them eaten, that both of their partners evolved during the long voyage, and that they returned triumphantly with a payload of assorted information, materials, stolen items and Pokemon not native to their home. Nobody agrees on the precise details, particularly as concerns the number and identity of the Pokemon, but it is clear that the twosome managed to earn the respect of the other feral children.
As the years passed, both siblings continued to gain prowess in their chosen fields, and were involved in many scuffles with wild Pokemon. Not all of these involved attempted capture or dominance struggles, however – many of them were incursions by Pokemon intent on consuming some of the Lost Kids. In these cases, Rusty's role would usually involve diving into the fray with weapons and Pokemon at the ready, trying to buy time for Purkle and the others to get the more vulnerable ones to safety. Although Rusty was quite capable of fighting without the help of Purkle, both siblings still fought best when teamed together, and Rusty kinda preferred it that way. When they grew old enough to be considered, they were given secret tests known only to the Council and the Chieftain, before being inducted into the Council themselves to represent their professions. It was around this time that Rusty's bratty starter, Zim, evolved into a Beedrill, to Rusty's immense pride.
Though the new responsibility was daunting at first, the siblings grew into their enhanced roles in time, and gained the confidence of the younger Lost Kids. One of the things that always struck Rusty about this was when younger Lost Kids presented themselves for approval to become Questants – they almost always looked small and determined, and reminded the now probably-teen of that long-ago time when the roles were reversed. This set a new drive to teach the littler ones survival and fighting techniques into Rusty's heart, and the more battle-oriented sibling strove to become somebody the others could turn to when they needed to know how to survive and how to win. These efforts did not go unheeded – in fact, when the Chieftain of the time decided that she was ready to embark on a journey to see the world, it was Purkle and Rusty who were chosen to replace her. Since then, both have striven to maintain the values and traits they were selected for, and balance them against each other's.
To some, particularly Micro-Mercenaries and Small Survivors, Rusty is a mentor-figure, and tries to be informative and tolerant for them when possible. This is mirrored by Purkle, who mostly mentors Mini-Merchants and Rinky-dink Researchers.