Davyn Dementyev

[Minx]

   

Name: Davyn Dementyev

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Height: 6'4

Weight: 203lbs

Jobs: A very quiet Bartender who often hides behind intoxication others. Literally.

Alliance: Rebel

Likes: 

• Reading
• Solitude
• The sunrise
• His Pokémon
  

Dislikes: 

• Large Crowds
• Icecream. It's too cold. 
• The cold in general
• Loud people.

Fears:

• Losing Prima, or Prima abandoning him
• Letting anyone in. 

Goals: 

• To be able to return to his mother.
• To give Prima the life she deserves and not the one he dragged the Pokémon into.

Habits: 

• Seems to far too often to Hiding in books.
• Biting his Lip in thought.
• Making Assumptions about people and things. 

Personality: 

There is a darkness around Davyn. It's not that he is dark by nature but the walls has built over time have left him very cut off from others and give the impression of a very solemn person. He prefers in that way. Alone. 

Time and time again everyone that he has cared about has left, not necessarily by force or by choice, they just gradually got farther and farther until there seemed to have never been anything there. Davyn, having accepted his inevitable loneliness has come to accept it and buries his time into books and into his pokémon.

He will read about anything and often uses it as an excuse to avoid conversations and to avoid accidentally kindling a spark, friendship or otherwise, with someone that would wind up leaving. 

While he may be the type that does not seem vested in any other being Davyn is unnaturally sweet to his Pokémon. 

The walls that are lowered by the various beings Davyn surrounds himself with bring out his very kind and caring personality. He's slightly overbearing when it comes to his Pokémon and very protective. He would much rather his Pokémon not need to be in contact with other out of fear of losing them, but he also understands that's it's a necessity for them to socialize and will often just follow, his head down and only occasionally making sure his partners will still come back to him.
Girls or Boys:

Davyn isn't straight nor is he Homosexual. He is indifferent and has apparently sworn off it in its entirety. He is not one to fall for the same thing twice.

Appearance: 

His Hair is the only thing that Davyn maintains, not to the point where he'll spend more than five minutes brushing it out but he simply won't allow himself to go out into the world with a birds nest atop his head. Much to his own despair Davyn's hair being very thick actually tangles very easily and he will often find himself waking up with a large variety of twisted hairstyles. Aside from Davyn's heavy black hair his most noticeable feature is his eyes. Black from a distance his eyes help him to maintain his cold exterior, however, up close it is revealed that they are actually just a very deep sapphire that shines fairly brightly in the moonlight. His nose is fairly straight down his face and his lips, rarely ever smiling, fit squarely on his tough jawline. 

Davyn is not one to actively hit the gym however he does understand the importance of staying in shape making point to at least go out for a run a couple of times a week, often seeking the company of his pokémon. Because of his active efforts to keep himself in shape, Davyn is just that. His muscles aren't overly defined but are visible beneath his creamy skin.

Davyn might actually be able to sport a tan fairly well however he chooses not to and his lifestyle rarely leaves him with one. He is fairly pale, not deathly so, but certainly paler than the average person. 

Beneath his clothes Davyn hides a secret. His back is traced with white scars and more noticeably a burn mark on the back of his left hip loosely in the shape of a skull, obviously left by a branding iron. He however never has openly talked about it and won't.

Clothing:
While Davyn isn't all the picky on what he wears he usually doesn't bother to change out of his work clothes so it isn't weird to see him in a button down shirt with the few top buttons undone and the occasional loose tie wrung around his neck. Not to say that is all he wears but that is for sure what he is caught in the majority of the time.  

Eye Color:

A Very Dark Sapphire [000e26]

Hair Color:

Black [050505]

Tattoos:

N/a

Body Markings: 

Scars traced along his back and a branded shape on the back of his left hip.

Piercings:

N/a

Body Type: 

Lightly Built

Weapons: 

A hunting knife with serrations along the top, fastened tightly to his waist. 

Items:

PokeItems: Pokeballx2; Potionx1; Full Healx1

Mother: 

• Katerina Dementyev

Father:

• Jason Sorrenson [Deceased]

Siblings:

• Sarah Dementyev [Deceased]
  

Past Illnesses/injuries:

Nothing too serious as to have affected him. He broke his wrist as a young boy by falling down a staircase and he's had the flu several times but nothing insane.

History: 

Davyn was born in a seemingly normal family. His mother was a little older when he was born and had already gone through one divorce from which she had had a daughter, Sarah. Sarah was eight at the time of her brother's birth and would often hold him and tell him stories while their mother and Davyn's father would be out. The two were as close as full siblings and would often share everything, despite the age difference. While Davyn didn't mind this it did push him to grow up faster. He helped Sarah through breakups with Cartoon show marathons, and offered her a Stuffed Pokémon as a gift at the time of her graduation from Pokéschool. 

At 10 Davyn received his starter, not from his mother or father but rather from his sister. It was a small Houndoor from a little of 6 and it was obviously a runt. The little creature easily rolled into the crease of Davyn's arm and he swore he would protect her like his sister had protected him all these years.

Davyn was 16 when things started to go downhill. Sarah had started to fall into a deep depression and for many a time no one understood why. The girl that would once be more than happy to run through the fields behind their house with Davyn and Prima now secluded herself to her room and cried herself to sleep. 

Davyn had indeed tried to brighten up his sister's mood but every time she'd smile she'd instantly catch herself, as if there was a thorn lodged in her heart making it impossible for her to be happy. 

On the night of Sarah's 25th Birthday, 17 year old Davyn had planned to finally make her smile. He had amassed all of his money and purchased a great variety of things for his sister including a silver charm 'S' for her to tie around her neck with a small silver chain. He climbed the stairs to her room and swung the door open only to find himself more surprised than he could have ever wished. His sister had hung herself from her fan. Below her feet was her desk chair knocked on its side and on the desk a letter was written, stained with tears. 

I'm sorry but I can't do it anymore. Memories of the night when Jason came into my room just wraps itself into every facet of my mind. At first I thought maybe he had mistaken my room for his but when he climbed into my bed, I knew I was wrong. I cried for him to stop and was only muffled by the stench of beer coming off the shirt he stuffed in my mouth. 

I kept it inside me for 8 months now, but the pain won't fade and I feel like I'm losing who I am.

I'm sorry mother. 

I'm sorry Davyn.

Davyn's brain had shut off. Quickly going to his room he grabbed his hunting knife and without a second thought he sliced his father's throat in his sleep. He did regret it later, he regretted the painless way his sister's torturer had left his world.

His mother was mad with grief and had not only lost a husband and a daughter but also a son. She alienated Davyn for what he had done and he had no choice but to leave when the locals had caught on. The crime was never investigated due to the large amount of Rocket activity and more important matters to deal with.

Davyn's travels had been lonely since that day until he accidentally bumped into her. She wasn't a typical but that is what had drawn him to her. She filled the holes that had been left wide open and soon became his family. At 19, her being 22, they got married. Prima, now a Houndoom had carried the rings proudly between her horns, glad to see her master finally happy after what had been years. 

All good things come to an end though. As quickly as she came into his world and made it better did she destroy it. Their marriage lasted a little over a year by the time she had lost complete interest in Davyn. The divorce was swift and she left in the night without a word. 

Prima aside, Davyn has never let anyone else in and even now he depends on his Partner far more than he should. She is his anchor to sanity, the only reason he didn't end up like his sister. He had sworn to protect the Houndoom and that was what he would do. 

Life Time Partner:

Pokemon: Prima the Houndoom

Ability: Flash Fire

Moves: Fire Fang, Crunch, Inferno, Smog, Foul Play, Howl

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