PKMN KA: Eadwic Tondbald

An application for PKMN-Knight-Academy

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Name: Eadwic Tondbald

Gender: Male

Pokémon Species: Toxicroak

Birthday: 6/16/1990

Height: 5'2"

Weight: 115 LBS

Personality: Eadwic is cocky and arrogant, always eager to prove himself better than everyone else. He doesn't take losing kindly, and failing at any task seems to weigh heavy on him. But they also fuel him, making him train harder so he won't make the same mistake twice. He is also quite narrow minded, focusing only on one goal at a time, which often means he will stumble blindly into traps, or fail to notice different threats. He very much prefers to tackle his problems head first, not thinking of the consequences. 

History: Eadwin's family ran one of the most successful merchant fleets in all of Tork. His father had learned the trade from his father, who learned from his father before. Wealth ran in their blood, and they were proud of it. The young Toxicroak was left to live a life of leisure and whimsy, knowing that his life would remain this idyllic.

But unknown to him, his father had taken to a dark trade. Facing stiff competition from rival companies in Petroe, and across the sea in the country of Tora. So, he made a deal with a band of pirates. They would sabotage and raid rival galleons, and return with they're plunders, and he would allow them to keep a portion, as well as keep the navy away from their actions.

But then, a new captain came to power. A Crawdaunt by the name of Richye. He believed that The Toxicroak merchant lord was taking more than his fair share of the gold they fought and bled over. They got into a heated argument about it, and the new captain lost his temper, drawing his blade, and thrusting it deep into the elder Tondbald's chest. They soon left, taking everything they had taken in their latest plunder.

Eadwic was walking down to the docks to call his father home, as his mother instructed, when found his father bleeding to death, as his attackers sailed off. The young man tried everything in his power to save his father's life, but it was not enough. The last thing his father told him was where the pirates were located before passing away.

In a fit of rage, he took a large chunk of the family's fortune, to buy the best armor and sword he could fine, and hire some mercenaries to fight the pirates, to bring them to justice. Finding the base was easy. But the brigands were better fighters than the sellswords Eadwic had hired. By the time he reached Richye's cabin, only 3 soldiers remained out of the troop of 25.

There, the Toxicroac called out the Crawdaunt, wanting to duel for his father's honor. The captain merely cackled, and called forth his right hand. What came out could only be described as monstrous, even for a Machamp. The brute went by the simple name of Sige. With an almost feral roar, he charged, swinging his fists like they were mauls. The blades of the sellswords barely seemed to harm the giant, as he bashed them around the room. It wasn't long before it was just him and Eadwic

He lunged at Sige with his blade, roaring at the top of his lungs. The massive Machamp just caught the hand, and snapped it like it was a twig. While he was reeling in shock, Sige grabbed him by the ankles and wrists, lifting him into the air. The brute just started laughing "Puny froggie want fight Sige? Puny froggie no smart" The monster then started to pull his limbs apart, Eadwic could only scream as he felt the tendons stretch to they're limits, snapping one by one, and the snapping as his joints were ripped from their sockets. The torture only stopped when he heard the captain speak. "Quit playing with the lad, Sige. We got work to do. Toss him overboard and let the Sharpedo finish him." The lumbering Machamp nodded, letting Eadwic's legs drag behind. "Let see froggie swim..." Where the last things he heard before he was flung off the ship, and into the freezing waters. It wasn't long before he lost consciousness. 

Thankfully, a passing ship found him before he could drown, and carried him back to his grif-stricken mother. He was bed-ridden for a month while his arms and legs recovered from being nearly ripped off. But while there, his thoughts revolved around what had happened. His quickly he had been beaten, how that flimsy sword did nothing, and how the ogreish brute taunted him before tossing him aside like a spent tissue. He wanted to find them again, and this time, humiliate them as he had been. He wanted to take Sige down the same way as he had been. With his bare hands. And he wanted to avenge the lost honor of his father.

By the time he was feeling well enough to walk, he found out that Yarelts, Institute of Protection, had crossed the sea, and was currently stationed in Tork. Defying his mother's wishes, he came to where the academy was currently set up, and asked to join. He joined House Terra, as they were known for they're strength of body and will, traits that Eadwic wished to emulate, and he signed to train as a Martial Artist.

Hobbies: When he's not training, Eadwic enjoys sailing, and learning how to play the Lute.

House: Terra

Weapon: He uses just his fits, and poisoned claws.

Class/SubClass: Warrior/Martial Artist. After being beaten by Sige with just the Machamp's hand, Eadwic wants to return the favor.

Extras/Fun Facts: Eadwic often takes pain medication, due to lingering pains from his limbs being pulled apart. It also makes swimming very hard for him. He also likes to wear clothing that reveals his chest, feeling that it makes him look stronger.

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Artwork by BountifulCravings