: Wesley Blaise Age
: 27 Sex
: Male Pokemon
By diluting its toxic gases with a special process, the highest grade of perfume can be extracted. To Weezing, gases emanating from garbage are the ultimate feast. Height
: 6'2" ( 188cm ) Bodystyle
: Athletic Birthday
: 07/26 ( July 26th
) Home Island
: Amusement Archipelago Personality
: Modest nature; good endurance ; often lost in thought Wes is a calm fellow normally. He doesn't actively interact with people very much anymore, but he always enjoys the company of others. In any social situation, he is not one to start up a conversation on his own. The most he'd offer to start off with would be a smile and a brief "hello". While he doesn't hide himself away from everyone, he doesn't like to put himself in the center of a crowd on purpose (not that he'd refuse the chance to be there). He highly enjoys having the spotlight on himself now and then, but not if it is about his scars or health.
Wes loves to be active, even if he is not able to do some things very well (i.e. competitive swimming/running).History
Wes has had a very normal life, for the most part. He grew up in a family of four in Castelia, Unova with his mom, dad, and pet Zorua. He went to school up until he finished high school and started working multiple odd-jobs instead of going to college. Eventually, he dropped most of them to work at a small, popular restaurant close to home. Here he was a bit of a Renaissance-man, able to do (almost) any job the manager asked him to. Cooking, busing, waiting... (once he was even asked to help with accounting... it was a miracle he wasn't fired).
During one of his breaks on a waiting shift, Wes headed to the back and lit a cigarette for himself. When he was done, he flicked it away towards a leaking propane tank and caused a small explosion. Luckily, he was the only person badly injured, suffering a large burn from the explosion which covered half of his face, his neck, and his left shoulder. The hospital held him until he recovered.
Being attuned to Koffing (and then Weezing), Wesley always had a little trouble breathing because of his body's toxins. For the most part, they were filtered efficiently enough so not to cause people nearby any serious illnesses. After his treatment at the hospital, his body was no longer able to filter out the pollutants very well, and thus was forced to wear a breathing apparatus if he wanted to be around other people or animals. He adjusted and went back to his daily life for a while.
Eventually, he grew tired of living in a big city 24/7 with his new handicap, so he decided to move. He packed up what few things he owned and flew to Kanto. Nothing struck his fancy there, so he hopped on a boat which he thought was headed to the Orange Islands off the coast. He docked in Raccolto and took an interest in the small town. Immediately, he rented out a room in the inn and started looking for a job...Job
: Hired Assistant (currently working for: Seryeshka Guznishcheva
) Shop Name
: Blue Moon Books
Stock Type: X
: - Parkour/Free running
- His breath is not just poisonous, it's downright noxious. Even a Poison- or Steel-type can become ill if exposed to it for a short time.
- This is mainly a result of a chemical imbalance triggered by his hospital care and medication from his accident.
- He refuses to eat or drink in public areas with high traffic.
- He is much less serious than Anon is.
- Birthday shares event: nuclear accident at the Santa Susana Field Laboratory in California, resulting in partial meltdown of the nuclear fuel supply and a large release of radioactive gases.
- Poison Gas
- Explosion (Poison Gas + flame = [boom] )
: dark chocolate Likes
: cigarettes, food (gumbos or soups), sweaters/jackets Dislikes