Kaolin
tl;dr: battered little Mimikyu boy who's been through a lot of strife. blind in one eye, though thankfully he's got a few extras. he used to be human and retains his memories from that time, which is hardly a good thing since they're pretty much all horrible. the poor kid's nearly never been happy; the one person he could actually rely on eventually ditched him, and the circumstances that followed her departure rendered him pitifully lonesome and furiously envious of anyone more fortunate than himself.
he tends to take his frustrations out in unhealthy ways and can be a hassle to deal with as a result, though underneath the bitter exterior he's often quite genuinely sweet. it just takes a little coaxing and love to get him to show it-- and while those are things he does very much want, giving them is difficult because of how much he inherently distrusts others.
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Kaolin often takes pause to wonder why he still exists. His prior life of flesh and blood was a wretched one, doled out on the streets of a grimy, crowded city with no roof over his head and no family to comfort him. He can't even remember the faintly warm time before that, when his parents were still alive; everything more or less blurs together whenever he thinks back on it. Everything, that is, save for the one bright star that graced his dreary heavens.
Her name was Paprika, and she lived in the apartment next to the alley he huddled in. She had flaming red hair to match her name and a crookedly gentle smile, and she was just about his age. The unprecedented compassion she showed him caused Kaolin to latch onto her, and the two became fast friends despite the disapproval and ire of Paprika's snobbish parents. Their bond eventually blossomed into something beyond simple friendship; she was his lifeline, the one beautiful thing that kept him clinging to an otherwise joyless existence, and he loved her as much as a child ever could. Those feelings didn't waver as they grew up together because Paprika was always there for him, sneaking him food in the dead of night and stealthily visiting him when she was supposed to be studying.
Sadly, the winds of change were inevitabile and unavoidable, for fate had other plans in mind. At age fourteen, Paprika somberly informed her companion that her family was moving to a distant vista, a city far away that he had never heard of. With her parents caring naught for him, he obviously couldn't tag along; the best Paprika could do for him was leave him some blankets and rations and pray for his safety. Yet in her absence, Kaolin withered. He didn't have anyone else. That she had constantly tended to him meant he rarely needed to fend for himself, and unbeknownst to her, starvation and sorrow claimed his life a few meager months after she left his side.
What keeps his spirit rooted to this earth is something that Kaolin has never understood. All he knows is that when he next woke it was in a strange, amorphous body, his appearance a literal shadow of its former self. Knowing nothing else, he pitifully sought out Paprika, slinking from town to town under the veil of night, as the daylight he had once cherished now scalded his skin like fire. By the time he finally found her, several long years had passed. She was now a grown woman, and by her side was another man, a lover. Believing that she would never see Kaolin again, it was only natural that she moved on and found someone new. But in Kaolin's naive eyes, it was unforgivable. She had forgotten him. She had replaced him. And when he boldly and desperately confronted her in one last childish plea for her attention, she screamed and fled, because he wasn't her long-lost friend-- he was a monster.
That dreadful evening ought to have taught Kaolin that they were not meant to be together, that it was time to part ways and abandon her as she had been forced to abandon him long ago. And while he did bitterly recognize that he no longer had a place in her life, the spectre of the boy could not so easily toss aside her memory. What did he have, now that she was gone? Some bastard had stolen her from him and left him with nothing. Sourness and hatred welled up within him, becoming rich, volatile fuel for the jealousy that would soon come to define him. It wasn't fair, was it? What had he done wrong? Why couldn't he have just one thing...?
To this day, he still secretly yearns to find something that he can cling to. But Kaolin is reluctant to believe that he will ever be so lucky; he is, after all, an unsightly abomination. Glowering at strangers from the shadows, wishing he had even a fraction of their happiness... clearly that's the best he can get, the closest he'll ever come to feeling that blessed emotion himself. And in his many moments of weakness, he often can't help but reason that if he can't claim that happiness... then it might be gratifying to steal some of it away from them instead.
- Kaolin -
Lv. 52
No. 778 | Mimikyu ★
Ability: Disguise
Lonely nature. A little quick tempered.
• Play Rough
• Shadow Claw
• Wood Hammer
• Pain Split
