PKMN Skies: Sir Gawain

(Gawain was created by Maiden-Chynna, but she handed him over to me as she left the group.  He used to be a NPC, but I'm submitting him to be his own standalone character again.  The artwork and bio are by Maiden-Chynna, but I served as an editor on the bio.)




Name: Sir Gawain
Age: Roughly 65 million years old. (Mentally 37) [Start]///(Mentally 43) [Current]
Gender: Male
Hometown: Lumiose...1000 Years Ago.
Birthdate: October 2nd, the day he was first revived.
Nature: Quirky.

Personality:

Gawain is living proof that chivalry isn't dead; he lives to help and defend his fellow mon (especially women), acts his most polite around everyone (especially women) and pledges his loyalty to the town that now calls him home.  Unfortunately, Gawain still speaks and acts as if this were still the Middle Ages, making his speech and mannerisms confusing to others (as well as him being clueless about theirs) and is quick to fly into battle at the slightest provocation, thinking many things to be legitimate threats to those he cares about.  If he can realize that the situation isn't as dire as he thinks it is, however, he can be very compassionate and surprisingly wise for one so badly time-displaced.


History: 

    65 million years ago, when dinosaur Pokemon ruled the Earth, a large, nameless Kabuto scuttled the beaches. He was completely uninteresting and nothing was known about him except that he liked to take naps. One day, when waking from his daily nap, he found himself far, far from home.

    Unbeknownst to him, his species and world had gone extinct and he was revived in a world of kings, queens, lords and knights!...Somehow (the mysteries of Pokemon power are certainly mysterious). He greeted this brave, new world with a proud and resounding “HUH!?”

    The Kabuto proceeded to act like a large, creepy, nameless crab who didn't understand a blinking thing around him. He looked weird, smelled funny and was just plain eerie. Nobody liked him. Nobody, except a certain Bisharp. This Bisharp was willing to give him a chance despite his crude Cavemon ways and inability to speak English. The Bisharp named him “Gawain,” a name of honor and nobility and bravery…The fact that it sounded cool was completely coincidental.

    Due to this kindness, Gawain decided he wanted to become like the Bisharp and followed him around to learn from his every move. The Bisharp was more than happy to teach Gawain when he was not fighting in their kingdom’s current war or performing his other chivalrous duties. The Bisharp taught Gawain everything from reading and writing (no easy task for a Pokemon with no hands), to how to treat a lady with respect and courtesy (no easy task for a Pokemon that smells a million years old). When Gawain started to learn complete sentences, the Bisharp discovered that Gawain wanted to be just like him: a knight who would defend their kingdom from the wicked and corrupt. Moved by his protégé’s devotion, the Bisharp gladly trained him more. Trained him in the art of war.

    Gawain endured years of brutal training to become a strong, skilled protector. He spent hours every day to hone his battlefield footing. He spent countless days perfecting his parries. He spent unending months mastering slashes and stabs. After so many years of practice, trials and evolving into a Kabutops, Gawain had become a knight, ready to fight and protect the kingdom he lived for.

    But then, the war ended.

    Sir Gawain incorrectly thought that this would be the last war ever and that there would be perpetual peace, leaving him jobless and useless. Not knowing what to do with himself as everyone cheered and rejoiced during the festivals, he decided to take a nap.

    He woke up in another new land to find that he had been revived by modern day science. How he managed to become fossilized again and why no one decided to wake him up is still a mystery to him. We think maybe another war came and they were simply too busy…Or they just didn't like him enough and left him.

    He greeted this brave, new world with a proud and resounding “HUH!?” The Kabutops proceeded to act like a chivalrous dork and not understand a blinking thing around him. He looked weird, talked funny and was absolutely terrifying most of the time.

    Sir Gawain decided to make a new life for himself. But not in his third home of New Tork City; it was far too crowded and noisy. He decided try out this town which was currently looking for new residents. It sounds like a nice place.

    Upon arriving in town, Gawain was delighted to see so many friendly faces and even met a few friends as adventurous as himself.  His enthusiasm for the town only increased with their strange frequency of war-based sporting events, giving him the chance to put his combat training to use and defend castles (of sorts).  When he isn't home reading books or writing poetry, he is often seen with his first modern friend, Asuka, or the other kind and adventurous souls he's befriended over the years, often being the life of whatever party he's in (not that he knows it).

Gawain has a nasty habit of kicking down doors.  It was his favorite lesson from knight training an even now, when he's excited in any positive or negative way, he normally won't stop to turn the door knob.  Of course, this is difficult for him even when he's calmed down due to the smooth surfaces of said doorknobs (they didn't even have said door knobs in his time).  Things were different back in the day.

Gawain has no hands, but he still gets around just fine.  His mentor, Sir Philidor, taught him to clutch things between his wrist and the flat part of his blade.  As long as things have rough surface, and he has plenty of space, Gawain won't drop what he's trying to pick up, or accidentally poke anyone nearby.

Given that he's a prehistoric crab, Gawain loves to swim!  That said, he hates the cold, so only warm water for him.