Sketch by Balthazar, Digitalised by Cinderspark.
| Unknown "The Masked Man" | |
|---|---|
| Theme | Strong one (Masked Man) / Theme of Love [Mother 3] / Emil Karma [NeiR Soundtrack] Renegade [Manafest] / Structure [Innerpartysystem] |
| Profession | Minch's right hand |
| Text Color | #5e5e5e |
| Item | None |
| Biological Sex | Male |
| Gender Identity | he/him |
| Age | Adult |
| Species | #???, Phanteon, Ghost type, the Haunted Pokemon |
| Height | 2'07" |
| Weight | 25.3lbs |
| Pokédex Entry | Phanteon is an eevee's soul bound to Earth, which it wanders after its untimely death. It is a common sight in abandoned places, but most of the time, it appears in its old trainer's home after dying in battle. Some even wait there after the trainer is long dead. |
| Level | 60 |
| Ability | Infiltrator: Ignores the effects of Reflect, Light Screen and Safeguard. |
| Nature | Quiet (+spA,-speed) |
| Characteristic | Capable of taking hits (def IVs) |
| Moves | -Psychic (TM) -Thunder (TM) -Payback (TM) -Foul play (Tutor) |
| Quote | "..." |
| History | I was only a child when I died. Casul was the firstborn son to a pair of proud parents in the wild, his mother a Vaporeon and father an Umbreon. They were happy, and Casul lived normally for the start of his life. They did little traveling in their region, but his parents both loved and taught the boy what he would need to succeed. When he was approaching adolescence, a second egg was born, to which a small Eevee joined their family. Overjoyed at the new baby brother he had, the happy normal type tried to play with him and teach him all that he had learned. However, the baby of the family was still too young, and it was when he was five years old, Casul being twelve, that things went wrong. Going on a small outing, Casul kept his baby brother close as they approached a river. The boys splashed at the edge and had fun, being normal kids. However, the worst came when the baby of the family fell into the deeper end of the water, crying out for his brother. Without hesitating, Casul jumped in. Neither brother was experienced with swimming, their mother had not taught them much, but the larger of the two managed to grab the other by the scruff. Roughly shoving him towards shore, the toddler was able to climb aboard, but as he watched, Casul did not surface. Beneath the water, the small Eevee struggled to reach air again. His lungs screamed for air, panic gripping the youth as he flailed his paws with lessening strength as the light faded from his eyes. Eventually, the Eevee's world went dark. Casul had washed up on shore, where he woke up an amount of time later. His mind was thick, fogged like smoke. Too weak to stand, he lay there for over a day, the youth struggling to make sense of the world. Water, he remembered water. And someone calling a name... was it his name? Who was he? There was one sure thing in his head, a location. A place he needed to go. Two unclear faces came to him. Parents? Where they his parents? The fact that he had smoke dancing around his vision and his mind did not affect him much; the newly evolved Phanteon struggled to go back to his former home. But time had passed, no one was there. He smelled odd smoke, what he would later recognise as gun powder, and blood. But it was faded. The young ghost shivered, unable to process his memories without anyone to tell him what was real or not. Sitting at the door of the den, the Phanteon waited. They would come back, right? Of course they would. He spent days laying there, it was only after a time that he realised he should eat. When had he last eaten? Before he died? He had died, right? Didn't he need to eat? The berries inside the home were spoiled, but he ate them without complaint. More days passed, the Phanteon laying in the doorway, waiting, hoping. He did not move for days, slipping in and out of memories and dreams. Soon he could not even remember the shapes of his parents. A Leafeon and an Umbreon? A Vaporeon and an Espeon? His crying was silent and soon even that ceased, no longer clawing it's way out of the youth's chest. They would come back, they would not leave him. But the one who showed out of the mist that morning was none of the ones he remembered. The Phanteon cowered, asking the other if he had seen his parents. The Munna was named Minch, and when asking for his own... the Phanteon stumbled over it before replying, "C- Casul... I think it is Casul." The look in Minch's eyes should have warned the youth off. He should have ran, hid, attacked-- anything would have been a better option. But when Minch offered to give him shelter and food, Casul did not even hesitate. He already could not remember most of everything.. his parents would have wanted him to be happy, right? The Phanteon never had the chance to feel regret. Minch trained him, showed him strength. Taught him to battle, first one on one, then with strangers. "Attack," he would order, gesturing to a stranger on the road. Casul hesitated only once, receiving a sharp blow to the head. Crying out, he shook, fearful, before Minch repeated "Attack." The cry of shock and pain from the Pokemon should have pushed him away, should have made the ghost hate Minch, but the praise from the Munna did the opposite. He had done well. He would continue to do good. In only a few years, the Phanteon was subjected to Minch's own brand of brain washing. He gradually forgot everything, even his name, after months and months of not being used, faded into the fog of his mind with the rest of it. Everything important from before death was clouded, the smoke around his ears and throat infecting his mind. As if to prove that theory truth, he learned to manipulate the wisps, forming them around his head and face, hiding the one that that remained from his former life-- a single green eye. No longer called by his former name, Minch had many titles and terms, but the one that caught on was the Masked Man. And so the Masked Man he became. Emotions fell from him like blood, soon he was numb to everything. He still felt pain, thee lashings of his master leaving marks that never healed from his thin pelt, but even then he remained obedient. Minch did not matter more to him than the others. The Phanteon had nothing left in him to care, but he followed orders. Even as they grew less rational, more cruel, he did not care. Minch took him to kill the rest of his family over time, the Musharna paying for her sins with her blood staining his claws, along with the younger brother of his master, too. Neither blinked an eye, leaving the corpses to rot. Pokemon tried to defy them over the years, to which the Phanteon was able to slaughter before they even had time to fight. Blood stained his fur often. Following Minch well into adult hood, his strength was nothing but a tool to be utilized by the other, their followers coming and going like flies, more often than not in a bool of their own blood. The Masked Man was not happy, he was not sad, he was merely nothing. He was no longer alive, but a weapon to be used. A robot. And when the epidemic hit, there was no difference. He kept Minch from harm, and the two survived without much trouble. They sought shelter in the Giant Chasm, only to learn the error of their mistake soon after. |
| Bulbapedia [Written by Duma] | "Phanteon has a sleek purple body with four slender legs and crimson eyes. It has long gaseous ears and a large, wispy gaseous tail, as well as a wisp of 'fluff' on its forehead and on their wrists and ankles. The gas-like areas are colored a dark purple. It roams around at night, usually sticking to one person or area. It is also capable of phasing through walls and ceilings as though they weren't there. This Pokémon is rare in the wild, and is a result of an eevee's soul being bound to Earth because of it's love for it's trainer." |
| Appearance | More or less average for his species, the Phanteon is slim, but built strong and not to be underestimated due to his stature. He normally holds himself threateningly, behind Minch, or sitting at his feet. When permitted rest, he will lay down, though this is not allowed without his master's say. He likes to manipulate the wisps of smoke around his shoulders and head to form a mask-like obscurity of his face. This has earned him the unofficial name 'the Masked Man'. His right eye is green, having stayed the same as he was as an Eevee, but his left eye is a glowing crimson, sometimes gleaming menacingly through the mist obscuring his face. |
| Accent | Hushed voice. Rarely raised. Too quiet for an accent. |
| Religion | N/A |
| Motivation | Follow orders from Minch |
| Personality | Nothing like when he was younger, the Phenteon is literally a ghost of his former self. Not even acting or seeming like a living being, the Masked Man shows and feels no emotions. They have been horrifically repressed over the years by his master, Minch, and now at this point they have been too far buried to reach without severely hurting the Phanteon. He views himself as nothing but an object, something to be used by Minch to do his bidding as he so pleases. But due to not feeling anything emotionally, he acts very much like a robot. Talking little, his face is always hidden, though there would be nothing in his eyes or expression to give away his thoughts. The Masked Man's mind is muddled, impossible for even him to see through as if it were the thickest fog. Due to this, over the years, he has not bothered to even try seeing through his own head and is a large factor in why he has not thought for himself in decades. Completely dependent on Minch to tell him what to do, he will at times remain motionless and silent for hours or days on end when he is unneeded. Does not react to insults, from Minch or anyone, really. Physical abuse is likewise something that he is unaffected by, though feeling and knowing pain, he will push his body far past it's limits when told to. This also includes killing, an act that the Masked Man has and will carry out under Minch's orders without any hesitation. The Phanteon only has ties he knows of to one creature; Minch. The Munna takes his blind obedience of orders to be devotion, but it could not be further from the truth. The Masked Man does not care for or love the Munna, in fact in making him so detached, Minch has also ensured his own being on the outside. There is no rational reason that the Phanteon listens to him. If questioned, he is likely to merely state it's because he always has, so he always will. Having not even a resemblance of free will, he is truly a slave. His mind does have the capability to be redeemed, though. His memories, from before dying, from before Minch, are indeed there, though impossible for him to reach without a catalyst. Once his own actions have been brought to his attention, the Phanteon first will struggle with the new sensation that is emotion, real emotion, and then slowly come to feel horror at his own actions over the years. This is to be more expended on in time, though. |
| User Notes | -Took a liberty with the tutor move; since Phanteon can learn payback via TM, and Umbreon can learn foul play, i added that on there. I can change if needed, or just tag that to the mutator, Vic, as he uses one for hidden ability anyway. -Based off of the masked man from mother 3 [WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS]. -Real name is Casul, but does not remember it himself. -Refers to himself not by name, in fact does not give himself any sort of title or personalization at all. Sees self as a mere object. |
| Team notes | permanent eventual swap for lead spot |
| Affiliations | -Collaboration with Balthazar. Minch's right hand Pokemon, as much of a partner that the Munna has. Blindly loyal due to not having the thought of rebelling. Only one trusted by the Munna, but does not trust him in return, merely follows orders without questioning. -Biological brother of Ninten. No current memories of his brother. -Terry: one of many that were under his and Minch's authority. Neutral for the Umbreon, does not care for him any more than the other drones. |
| Development Notes | recovering memories rebelling against minch feeling emotions for the first time pain. regret. fear of self. PTSD. bad times. |
