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Description

Crowley Huntsman
NICKNAME: Fido, Grumpy Butt, Huntsman (What he prefers to go by.)
AGE: 32
BIRTHDATE: May 21, 1668
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’ 11”
WEIGHT: 189 lbs
EYE COLOR: Charcoal Gray
MISC. FEATURES:
Skull - The skull belonged to his late father and was not found until after Crowley had evolved from a Growlithe/Cubone. It has been gnawed and chewed on, causing the edges to splinter and crack. The skull is removable and if he is not wearing it on his head, he will normally have it locked away in a chest near his bunk.
Bone - Its basically a chew toy, but can be used as a club if he gets upset enough with you.
Pieces of his right ear are missing from a miss fired gun from when he was gust a pup. His hearing in that ear is not as great as it should be and if someone is not careful, when they sneak up on him on that side, it could possible scare him or cause him to lash out.
POKEMON SPECIES: Arcanine/Marowak (Arcanine Dominant)
MOVE SET:
Fire Fang | Extreme Speed | Flare Blitz | Iron Tail

FLEET/CAPTAIN: Jack Elijah LeRowe

HISTORY: Crowley was born into a rather well off family and money was never truly a problem. His father was a renown man, known for his skills in fighting and carpentry. Life was simple for them, not many struggles and they truthfully kept to themselves. His mother handled the house and cooking, not really all that fond of having servants inside the house. She found it dirty… And disrespectful. She was a strange woman really. A very refined, hot headed Marowak who fell in with a calm and gentle Arcanine. They had lived happily away from most of the town life and drama of being close to the sea. The countryside was their home.

When he was five, he had a slight run in with a missed fired gun. The bullet had sliced through his ear, taking the edge off and the blood never seemed to stop. From that day on, the boy had problem hearing in that ear and worked his best around that. Crowley learned to deal with the slight disability and not many, even to this day, know about his hearing, except for when he jumps the slightest bit if someone comes up on him on his right and did not announce themselves loud enough.

His father had died, when he was just ten years old, in a fire or so they had thought. Neither is mother nor him knew what had happened to him. Or even how the fire was even started. They worked quickly to stop the fire before it spread to their house, both tired and covered in soot when it finally ended. Later on, after Crowley had aged and worked daily to make a living for his mother and him, he had figured out what had happened to his father. A deal gone wrong and his father had been killed and had been staged to look like an accident. His bones were not in the ruined remains of the building though, but in the forest along the edge of their land. They were gnawed and chewed on, only a few remaining considering a majority of them had been carried off by wild pokemon.

Crowley had taken his father’s skull and cleaned it, his mother explaining how she wore her mother’s skull and he should do the same to show respect to his deceased father. Following her words of wisdom, he wore his father’s skull, except for when he was sleeping and worked in it. It was something dear to him as he aged through the years, growing more skill in his work and body toned. Eventually, a time came when he wished to leave home and do something far more interesting then carve furniture for people. When he had seen the sails of Jack Sparrow’s ship, he knew what he wanted to do. What was truthfully his calling. At the age of 26, he had left with his mother’s blessing and the battle axe that had belonged to his father when the male was young.

He had quickly learned the workings of the ship and his place, never getting in the way of others while he worked. The Arcanine/Marowak kept to himself for the most part while he was on the ship and didn’t bother to talk to the others, considering half the time he does not hear them very well. He only listens for his captain.

PERSONALITY: Crowley is a rather boring man, who doesn’t really care very much for those around him. He likes to keep to himself and is extremely possessive of his belongings when it comes to people getting to close to his liking. Because of his canine nature, Crowley can sometimes be very territorial, especially if he has grown attached to someone or something, like his father’s skull. Most of the time thought, he is a hard working fellow, who follows orders loyal and would die for his captain if it came down to it. He does not know when to give up and this can sometimes affect his health. With his fire type nature, comes a very short temper if riled or ruffled. He is quick to lash out and is not afraid to speak his mind.

CLOTHING OF CHOICE:
Red and White sash - The colors of his Captain's ship and he wears them with pride.
The rest of his clothes are rather dark in color, considering anything lighter would clash with his fur. He likes loose fitting clothes and doesn’t seem to fond of anything that restricts his movement too much.
He doesn’t like to wear shoes or boots, considering it messes with the fur around his ankles and feels incredibly uncomfortable.
ACCESSORIES:
Battle Axe - It was his father’s from when he use to be alive and was given to him by his mother when he decided it was time for him to leave the nest. It never leaves his side and will normally be strapped to his back.

RELATIONSHIP(S):
COMING SOON

Crowley (c) ~SmokenOak

Description

Crowley Huntsman
NICKNAME: Fido, Grumpy Butt, Huntsman (What he prefers to go by.)
AGE: 32
BIRTHDATE: May 21, 1668
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’ 11”
WEIGHT: 189 lbs
EYE COLOR: Charcoal Gray
MISC. FEATURES:
Skull - The skull belonged to his late father and was not found until after Crowley had evolved from a Growlithe/Cubone. It has been gnawed and chewed on, causing the edges to splinter and crack. The skull is removable and if he is not wearing it on his head, he will normally have it locked away in a chest near his bunk.
Bone - Its basically a chew toy, but can be used as a club if he gets upset enough with you.
Pieces of his right ear are missing from a miss fired gun from when he was gust a pup. His hearing in that ear is not as great as it should be and if someone is not careful, when they sneak up on him on that side, it could possible scare him or cause him to lash out.
POKEMON SPECIES: Arcanine/Marowak (Arcanine Dominant)
MOVE SET:
Fire Fang | Extreme Speed | Flare Blitz | Iron Tail

FLEET/CAPTAIN: Jack Elijah LeRowe

HISTORY: Crowley was born into a rather well off family and money was never truly a problem. His father was a renown man, known for his skills in fighting and carpentry. Life was simple for them, not many struggles and they truthfully kept to themselves. His mother handled the house and cooking, not really all that fond of having servants inside the house. She found it dirty… And disrespectful. She was a strange woman really. A very refined, hot headed Marowak who fell in with a calm and gentle Arcanine. They had lived happily away from most of the town life and drama of being close to the sea. The countryside was their home.

When he was five, he had a slight run in with a missed fired gun. The bullet had sliced through his ear, taking the edge off and the blood never seemed to stop. From that day on, the boy had problem hearing in that ear and worked his best around that. Crowley learned to deal with the slight disability and not many, even to this day, know about his hearing, except for when he jumps the slightest bit if someone comes up on him on his right and did not announce themselves loud enough.

His father had died, when he was just ten years old, in a fire or so they had thought. Neither is mother nor him knew what had happened to him. Or even how the fire was even started. They worked quickly to stop the fire before it spread to their house, both tired and covered in soot when it finally ended. Later on, after Crowley had aged and worked daily to make a living for his mother and him, he had figured out what had happened to his father. A deal gone wrong and his father had been killed and had been staged to look like an accident. His bones were not in the ruined remains of the building though, but in the forest along the edge of their land. They were gnawed and chewed on, only a few remaining considering a majority of them had been carried off by wild pokemon.

Crowley had taken his father’s skull and cleaned it, his mother explaining how she wore her mother’s skull and he should do the same to show respect to his deceased father. Following her words of wisdom, he wore his father’s skull, except for when he was sleeping and worked in it. It was something dear to him as he aged through the years, growing more skill in his work and body toned. Eventually, a time came when he wished to leave home and do something far more interesting then carve furniture for people. When he had seen the sails of Jack Sparrow’s ship, he knew what he wanted to do. What was truthfully his calling. At the age of 26, he had left with his mother’s blessing and the battle axe that had belonged to his father when the male was young.

He had quickly learned the workings of the ship and his place, never getting in the way of others while he worked. The Arcanine/Marowak kept to himself for the most part while he was on the ship and didn’t bother to talk to the others, considering half the time he does not hear them very well. He only listens for his captain.

PERSONALITY: Crowley is a rather boring man, who doesn’t really care very much for those around him. He likes to keep to himself and is extremely possessive of his belongings when it comes to people getting to close to his liking. Because of his canine nature, Crowley can sometimes be very territorial, especially if he has grown attached to someone or something, like his father’s skull. Most of the time thought, he is a hard working fellow, who follows orders loyal and would die for his captain if it came down to it. He does not know when to give up and this can sometimes affect his health. With his fire type nature, comes a very short temper if riled or ruffled. He is quick to lash out and is not afraid to speak his mind.

CLOTHING OF CHOICE:
Red and White sash - The colors of his Captain's ship and he wears them with pride.
The rest of his clothes are rather dark in color, considering anything lighter would clash with his fur. He likes loose fitting clothes and doesn’t seem to fond of anything that restricts his movement too much.
He doesn’t like to wear shoes or boots, considering it messes with the fur around his ankles and feels incredibly uncomfortable.
ACCESSORIES:
Battle Axe - It was his father’s from when he use to be alive and was given to him by his mother when he decided it was time for him to leave the nest. It never leaves his side and will normally be strapped to his back.

RELATIONSHIP(S):
COMING SOON

Crowley (c) ~SmokenOak