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Update(6/23/18) : after what seemed liek forever gabe has gotten a app art update look at hw much my boy has grown!

Name: Gabriel Spooks

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Pokémon: Gastly

Nature: Calm

Ability: Levitate

Characteristic: Highly Curious

Job: Story Teller – Gabe plays the flute and uses his moves to make shadowy figures tell stories for an audience

Faction: Lune

Wish: "I want to live..."

  Gabriel’s wish was a simple one. The little guy was very near death when he was brought to Mr. Dark. The poor boy, being how close he was to the grave, looked at the Darkrai as if he were the reaper himself. When he was asked what his wish was, he made it simple and quick, without a second thought. "I want to live...” Then his world went dark and his life at Circus Darkrai was ready to begin.

Effects of the wish: Because of his wish, Gabriel was spared from death, but continues to live on as a Gastly, retaining little to no memory of his previous life. When he leaves the circus grounds, he immediately gets into coughing fits. They are slow at first, but progressively become more and more violent the farther he strays from the circus. Eventually, the coughing and hacking will become so intense that he will choke to death.

Personality: Gabriel has a very calm disposition. He won't become overly active or hyper often and is not easy to anger. When first meeting people, he can be a bit shy and will often hide behind someone or something. Though if you're nice to him he will open up to you, he can be a very friendly and caring boy, He's kindhearted and loves laughing and seeing people smile. Gabriel can also be very curious about new things. Which can cause him to get in a bit of trouble being he tends to take things to look at them then return them, though sometimes he would forget, He's watchful, but easily startled. because of his sickness would always   pop up without warning at times, He doesn't really like it when others fuss over him, this is because of his mother always   fussing over him when he was with her and when he was “alive”

History: Gabe grew up with two caring parents: a mother who stayed home doing chores and playing with him, and a father who made a profession as a doctor. Gabe had been a sickly child ever since he was very little and was kept inside his house most of his life. Without being able to go outside, it was very difficult for him to meet new people and socialize. The only ones he could call his friends were the kids his father's friends would bring to their home. Though most of those children were too afraid to even approach the poor boy, fearing they would contract his illness. But he was never truly lonely. He had his mother and father, and that was good enough for him. Every night, his mother would tell him fairytales about magical lands and wonderful things. The bond between the two of them was so strong that it kept the boy happy and hopeful, even through the painful sickness.

Then one day, Gabriel's father never came home from work. The little boy didn't let it worry him too much though, since it wasn't uncommon for his father to remain at work for days at a time. He was a doctor after all, and a doctor needs to always be on duty. Gabriel knew it wouldn't be long before he saw his father again. But once a full week passed by, the news had finally gotten to them, shattering the sickly child's happy world. One week before, a mentally unstable patient had a fierce panic attack while being treated. The meltdown led up to the patient snatching Gabe's father's own operating knife from his hand and brutally stabbing the man to death.

After the incident, Gabriel's mother no longer smiled, she didn't play with her son as often, and the happy bedtime stories he loved so much had ceased to exist. The boy's mother had withdrawn inside her own broken mind, leaving her son by himself in the tragic world. For the first time in his life, Gabriel felt truly alone. For months, this piercing sadness clamped itself around the sickly boy's heart, squeezing tighter every day. It hurt more than is illness ever could. Though eventually a small ray of hope shone through the sinking darkness. His mother began smiling again. It seemed as if things were going to get back to normal. She interacted with her child more and life was starting to get better. Gabe thought he was finally getting his precious, sweet mother back. That was, until it was time for a bedtime story. Instead of the fairytales with happy endings that he'd come to love, they were morbid and scary. Stories of violent, graphic murder and death. The little boy's head was flooded with nightmares each night. It wasn't long before he dreaded hearing his mother's tales. And things just got worse and worse. Gabe starting catching his mother talking to herself as if there was someone else there. But every time, she was speaking to nothing but air.

  Each time he would ask, she said the same thing. "I'm talking to your father, sweetie."

  And each time, he would reply "But Mama...Papa is dead..."

After he would speak, his mother's eyes would seem to shrink right in front of him. She would nod and say he was right, just before going completely silent.

It was about a year after the death of his father that things around Gabe's home seemed to finally return to normal. His mother was no longer showing signs of mental psychosis and turned back into her old self. However, the small boy's illness was getting worse. His mother brought in the best doctors she could afford to come treat him, but they all had the same conclusion. Gabriel was going to die. His condition was getting far too worse for them to save him. His coughing fits had gotten terrible and he was practically bedridden. Then one day, while he was exploring the town with his mother, the boy came across a poster advertising a circus. It immediately filled Gabriel with excitement and he begged his mom to take him there. His mother, however, would always tell him no. In his current state, it was too risky to keep him away from his bed for too long. Still, the child pleaded every day for her to take him to the circus.

  Eventually, his mother gave in. It hurt too much to say no to her dying son. "Very well... We will go see the circus, but I want you to listen to me and behave, ok?"

Gabriel's face lit up and he agreed. The day they went to the circus was one of the most fun days of the small boy's short life, playing all the games and watching all the shows. By nightfall, he was completely tuckered out. The mother told her child to stay put while she went off to get them something to eat. Gabe nodded and patiently stayed near the large circus tent. That was when his illness attacked. Without warning, his coughing fits got extremely intense, causing the boy to collapse onto the ground. He began to panic, looking for his mother everywhere. She was the one holding his medicine and, without it, he could very well die. The last thing he saw with his blurred eyes before he passed out was a person picking the boy up and quickly carrying his body away.

When Gabriel woke up, he saw a tall figure dressed in all black standing above him. He quickly sat up and looked around. The people had brought him to the medical tent in the center of the circus. He tried speaking but began his coughing again.

  The tall man bent down to meet the dying boy's eye level and spoke. "Do you have a wish, child..?"

Gabriel looked at the man, confused, before entering another violent coughing fit. He felt as if he was going to die on the spot. And he was most likely correct. Gabe nodded to the mysterious man.

The figure smiled and simply asked "What is your wish, boy?"

Gabriel looked at him with his hazy eyes and made his wish. "I want to live..."

The Darkrai grinned. "Very well, child," he said. "Rest easy~"

And Gabriel's world went black.

When Gabriel regained consciousness, he found himself in a bed within a small room. Upon searching, he noticed a mirror hidden in the far corner. The boy stepped out of the bed and slowly made his way over to it. He let out a loud gasp as he saw his reflection. The Pokémon that stared back at him was no longer the one he'd come to know. Instead, he met eyes with a Gastly. It took him a minute to remember what his own name was and how he got there. And even then, he could only recall his first name and small fractions of what his parents were like. All the rest- his home, his friends, his last name, every previous experience- had been erased from his memory. As Gabe was deep in thought, trying to remember his old life, he heard the creaking of a door and whirled around the see the tall, dark figure that he last saw before his world blacked out.

The man smiled and gave a gentle bow. "I am Mr. Dark. And from now on, you work for me at this circus," he said. "Now come. Let us figure out what your new role here will be, my child."

Without any other options, Gabriel nodded and followed the man. And his life at Circus Darkrai began.

Likes:
-Floating
-Big guys (he admires them and wants to be as strong as them when he grows up)
-Candy
-Music
-Playing his flute
-Reading books and hearing stories
-Helping others

Dislikes:
-The dark
-Mr. Dark
-Being yelled at (he will cry)
-Thunder storms
-Hurting others

Move set:
Night Shade The fog-like mist that floats around him moves with how he wishes
Shadow Ball His floating hand has a misty form around it when he attacks
Psychic Used mostly to pick things up and help with his stories
Will-O-Wisp Used mostly for lighting really

Extra:
-He puts "Miss" or "Mister" in front of people's name if they're older than him
-If he likes and trusts an adult enough, he will call them "mama" or "papa"
-He is very weak and doesn't have much energy
-He was an Aipom before he became a Gastly
-He can eat, but it isn't typically necessary, being part ghost and all
-He can float relatively high, but prefers to stay close to the ground
-He can't remember his past life whats so ever
-His stories are different each time. Some can be happy and some can be somewhat morbid
-His hands float, yet they cannot float away from his body
-He has no feet, so he mostly floats
-He is very ticklish
-he got a scar on his right eye from the attack on the circus , the first one, while protecting his pet cleffa, now a clefairy, gypsy
- he has gained a bit mroe control over his gastly powers and can make himself solid long, hense the more arms showing.

gabriel is mine ^^

i don't won circus darkrai

i don't own pokemon

new app picture ^^ wow my styles changed

Description

Update(6/23/18) : after what seemed liek forever gabe has gotten a app art update look at hw much my boy has grown!

Name: Gabriel Spooks

Age: 10

Gender: Male

Pokémon: Gastly

Nature: Calm

Ability: Levitate

Characteristic: Highly Curious

Job: Story Teller – Gabe plays the flute and uses his moves to make shadowy figures tell stories for an audience

Faction: Lune

Wish: "I want to live..."

  Gabriel’s wish was a simple one. The little guy was very near death when he was brought to Mr. Dark. The poor boy, being how close he was to the grave, looked at the Darkrai as if he were the reaper himself. When he was asked what his wish was, he made it simple and quick, without a second thought. "I want to live...” Then his world went dark and his life at Circus Darkrai was ready to begin.

Effects of the wish: Because of his wish, Gabriel was spared from death, but continues to live on as a Gastly, retaining little to no memory of his previous life. When he leaves the circus grounds, he immediately gets into coughing fits. They are slow at first, but progressively become more and more violent the farther he strays from the circus. Eventually, the coughing and hacking will become so intense that he will choke to death.

Personality: Gabriel has a very calm disposition. He won't become overly active or hyper often and is not easy to anger. When first meeting people, he can be a bit shy and will often hide behind someone or something. Though if you're nice to him he will open up to you, he can be a very friendly and caring boy, He's kindhearted and loves laughing and seeing people smile. Gabriel can also be very curious about new things. Which can cause him to get in a bit of trouble being he tends to take things to look at them then return them, though sometimes he would forget, He's watchful, but easily startled. because of his sickness would always   pop up without warning at times, He doesn't really like it when others fuss over him, this is because of his mother always   fussing over him when he was with her and when he was “alive”

History: Gabe grew up with two caring parents: a mother who stayed home doing chores and playing with him, and a father who made a profession as a doctor. Gabe had been a sickly child ever since he was very little and was kept inside his house most of his life. Without being able to go outside, it was very difficult for him to meet new people and socialize. The only ones he could call his friends were the kids his father's friends would bring to their home. Though most of those children were too afraid to even approach the poor boy, fearing they would contract his illness. But he was never truly lonely. He had his mother and father, and that was good enough for him. Every night, his mother would tell him fairytales about magical lands and wonderful things. The bond between the two of them was so strong that it kept the boy happy and hopeful, even through the painful sickness.

Then one day, Gabriel's father never came home from work. The little boy didn't let it worry him too much though, since it wasn't uncommon for his father to remain at work for days at a time. He was a doctor after all, and a doctor needs to always be on duty. Gabriel knew it wouldn't be long before he saw his father again. But once a full week passed by, the news had finally gotten to them, shattering the sickly child's happy world. One week before, a mentally unstable patient had a fierce panic attack while being treated. The meltdown led up to the patient snatching Gabe's father's own operating knife from his hand and brutally stabbing the man to death.

After the incident, Gabriel's mother no longer smiled, she didn't play with her son as often, and the happy bedtime stories he loved so much had ceased to exist. The boy's mother had withdrawn inside her own broken mind, leaving her son by himself in the tragic world. For the first time in his life, Gabriel felt truly alone. For months, this piercing sadness clamped itself around the sickly boy's heart, squeezing tighter every day. It hurt more than is illness ever could. Though eventually a small ray of hope shone through the sinking darkness. His mother began smiling again. It seemed as if things were going to get back to normal. She interacted with her child more and life was starting to get better. Gabe thought he was finally getting his precious, sweet mother back. That was, until it was time for a bedtime story. Instead of the fairytales with happy endings that he'd come to love, they were morbid and scary. Stories of violent, graphic murder and death. The little boy's head was flooded with nightmares each night. It wasn't long before he dreaded hearing his mother's tales. And things just got worse and worse. Gabe starting catching his mother talking to herself as if there was someone else there. But every time, she was speaking to nothing but air.

  Each time he would ask, she said the same thing. "I'm talking to your father, sweetie."

  And each time, he would reply "But Mama...Papa is dead..."

After he would speak, his mother's eyes would seem to shrink right in front of him. She would nod and say he was right, just before going completely silent.

It was about a year after the death of his father that things around Gabe's home seemed to finally return to normal. His mother was no longer showing signs of mental psychosis and turned back into her old self. However, the small boy's illness was getting worse. His mother brought in the best doctors she could afford to come treat him, but they all had the same conclusion. Gabriel was going to die. His condition was getting far too worse for them to save him. His coughing fits had gotten terrible and he was practically bedridden. Then one day, while he was exploring the town with his mother, the boy came across a poster advertising a circus. It immediately filled Gabriel with excitement and he begged his mom to take him there. His mother, however, would always tell him no. In his current state, it was too risky to keep him away from his bed for too long. Still, the child pleaded every day for her to take him to the circus.

  Eventually, his mother gave in. It hurt too much to say no to her dying son. "Very well... We will go see the circus, but I want you to listen to me and behave, ok?"

Gabriel's face lit up and he agreed. The day they went to the circus was one of the most fun days of the small boy's short life, playing all the games and watching all the shows. By nightfall, he was completely tuckered out. The mother told her child to stay put while she went off to get them something to eat. Gabe nodded and patiently stayed near the large circus tent. That was when his illness attacked. Without warning, his coughing fits got extremely intense, causing the boy to collapse onto the ground. He began to panic, looking for his mother everywhere. She was the one holding his medicine and, without it, he could very well die. The last thing he saw with his blurred eyes before he passed out was a person picking the boy up and quickly carrying his body away.

When Gabriel woke up, he saw a tall figure dressed in all black standing above him. He quickly sat up and looked around. The people had brought him to the medical tent in the center of the circus. He tried speaking but began his coughing again.

  The tall man bent down to meet the dying boy's eye level and spoke. "Do you have a wish, child..?"

Gabriel looked at the man, confused, before entering another violent coughing fit. He felt as if he was going to die on the spot. And he was most likely correct. Gabe nodded to the mysterious man.

The figure smiled and simply asked "What is your wish, boy?"

Gabriel looked at him with his hazy eyes and made his wish. "I want to live..."

The Darkrai grinned. "Very well, child," he said. "Rest easy~"

And Gabriel's world went black.

When Gabriel regained consciousness, he found himself in a bed within a small room. Upon searching, he noticed a mirror hidden in the far corner. The boy stepped out of the bed and slowly made his way over to it. He let out a loud gasp as he saw his reflection. The Pokémon that stared back at him was no longer the one he'd come to know. Instead, he met eyes with a Gastly. It took him a minute to remember what his own name was and how he got there. And even then, he could only recall his first name and small fractions of what his parents were like. All the rest- his home, his friends, his last name, every previous experience- had been erased from his memory. As Gabe was deep in thought, trying to remember his old life, he heard the creaking of a door and whirled around the see the tall, dark figure that he last saw before his world blacked out.

The man smiled and gave a gentle bow. "I am Mr. Dark. And from now on, you work for me at this circus," he said. "Now come. Let us figure out what your new role here will be, my child."

Without any other options, Gabriel nodded and followed the man. And his life at Circus Darkrai began.

Likes:
-Floating
-Big guys (he admires them and wants to be as strong as them when he grows up)
-Candy
-Music
-Playing his flute
-Reading books and hearing stories
-Helping others

Dislikes:
-The dark
-Mr. Dark
-Being yelled at (he will cry)
-Thunder storms
-Hurting others

Move set:
Night Shade The fog-like mist that floats around him moves with how he wishes
Shadow Ball His floating hand has a misty form around it when he attacks
Psychic Used mostly to pick things up and help with his stories
Will-O-Wisp Used mostly for lighting really

Extra:
-He puts "Miss" or "Mister" in front of people's name if they're older than him
-If he likes and trusts an adult enough, he will call them "mama" or "papa"
-He is very weak and doesn't have much energy
-He was an Aipom before he became a Gastly
-He can eat, but it isn't typically necessary, being part ghost and all
-He can float relatively high, but prefers to stay close to the ground
-He can't remember his past life whats so ever
-His stories are different each time. Some can be happy and some can be somewhat morbid
-His hands float, yet they cannot float away from his body
-He has no feet, so he mostly floats
-He is very ticklish
-he got a scar on his right eye from the attack on the circus , the first one, while protecting his pet cleffa, now a clefairy, gypsy
- he has gained a bit mroe control over his gastly powers and can make himself solid long, hense the more arms showing.

gabriel is mine ^^

i don't won circus darkrai

i don't own pokemon

new app picture ^^ wow my styles changed