Collin Pierce- Circus Darkrai Application

EDIT: YEESSSSSS MY BABY IS IN!


Holy snap, guys, I finally got this guy done after FOREVER
He's for the second character slot I won from the Attack vs. Defend contest ;u;

Can you guys tell I like cute little Pokemon with big ears? eue
Originally he was going to be an Audino, but then Roy came into the group and I was like "OH. WELL THEN." But I like him as a Minccino better

But really, this guy's been stuck in my head for over a year now. It just took me forever to write out his info 

_{Oh my god, his history is like, ten times longer than Lilly's serisouly how did I even}

But yeah! Info! : D





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Name: Collin Pierce 

Age: 19

Gender: Male ♂
Pokémon: Minccino

Ability: Cute Charm _{When a Pokémon with Cute Charm is hit by a move that makes contact, there is a 30% chance that the opponent of the opposite gender will become infatuated, making it unable to attack 50% of the time.}

Hometown: Laverre City, Kalos

Job: Sideshow freak

Wish: "I wish there was something...anything...that I could do to save him..."

After the death of the girl he loved, he swore to protect her little brother, Tyler, who had been born with a disease that prevented his body from absorbing nutrients. The inferior medical care they had back then couldn't properly maintain his health, leaving him to slowly die. After the doctors had given up, Collin stumbled upon the circus and, inevitably, the Darkrai running it. At first, he didn't believe in his power to grant wishes, but it couldn't hurt to try anyway. The result of his wish was having Tyler fused into his body like some kind of Siamese twin disaster. The little boy would absorb the nutrients from Collin, feeding off of him like a parasite. The wish also severely depleted Tyler's mental state. He can no longer talk, think, or communicate in any way. He's nothing more than a breathing chunk of flesh and bone that used to be a child, sapping the life out of its host. If he were to ever try and leave the circus, his parasite would begin to drain the nutrients from him at an accelerated rate until he withered away. The farther he gets from the circus, the weaker and thinner he becomes until he returns to the circus grounds.    

Personality: The first impression you would get from Collin is that he's typically a very calm, quiet boy. When speaking, his voice is always rather low and soft, usually speaking just loud enough to not be considered a whisper. He keeps to himself as best as he can, rarely ever approaching another person without a specific order or reason to. He is by no means shy though. The main reason he avoids social interaction is because he can get a bit self conscious about the parasite on his back, not because he's nervous around other people. Though because of his antisocial behavior, he may come off as 'cold' to some people, but when you really get to talk to him and have him open up, it's clear he's actually quite the opposite.

    Collin's very friendly and warmhearted. Before being taken in by the circus, he was excitable, upbeat, and happy. Most of those feelings have been sucked out of him now, but his real personality manages to poke through on rare occasions. And those are the few times that you get to see his jokester side. The real Collin loves messing around and playfully poking fun at people. You could almost consider him a borderline troublemaker. But even with his mischievous tendencies, it doesn't change the fact that if you're close to him, he'll stick by you through anything.

    On the outside, he appears to take criticism very well. He can put on a smile and jokingly brush off whatever insults come his way, sometimes poking a little fun right back at whoever insulted him. But even though he's used to it from his current line of work, it still hits him on a deeper level. It will never show though. Collin will refuse to let anyone know he's been hurt, physically or emotionally. Through his whole life, he's had a strong ability to hide any emotional damage he sustains. He could be agonizingly depressed and on the verge of a breakdown and chances are you'll never know it. A smile and laughter will always cover up whatever pain he's feeling, only letting out the bottled-up sadness when he's alone.

History: It was a pleasant and peaceful life growing up in Laverre City, Kalos. Collin was the single child to a single mother, living in a single house in the single most wonderful city they could imagine. The days were warm, the night skies were beautiful, and the best friend the Minccino could ever ask for lived right next door to him. Collin spent day in and day out together with the pretty little Pikachu girl next door, Azalea. Both had known each other since the time they were born and spent the years growing up as the closest friends two kids could possibly be. Azalea's house became like a second home for Collin. His mother was always busy, being that she had to take care of her child all on her own, so Azalea's family would take care of the boy like he was their own son, relieving some of the parental duties from the overworked Cinccino mother.
    The little kids lived out their days exploring the city and having all sorts of adventures together. They climbed the massive trees, trudged through the thick swampy marsh that bordered the city to the south, and gazed at the night sky, wishing on the stars and making promises to each other.

    "Hey, Collin," The Pikachu looked at the stars with a deep longing in her eyes. "Promise we'll be together forever, ok? Always and forever and ever and ever."

    The boy would smile and playfully punch her in the shoulder. "Only if you promise to never leave my side ever ever again too!"

    "Deal!"

    The two were inseparable. And soon a third would enter the picture.

    A new arrival came into Azalea's household. Her mother had given birth to a tiny Pichu boy, who she promptly named Tyler. The Minccino and the Pikachu took immediate interest in the new child, spending more time looming over his bed than running around outside. Though it didn't take long for the family to realize that something was wrong with their new little miracle. The infant was sickly, but not in an ordinary way. After months and months of trying to figure out what the problem was, they stumbled across the cause the boy's symptoms. It was a severe condition that prevented his body from absorbing nutrients properly. He grew thinner and thinner with each passing day. It took a hard and extensive search to find the right medical care to keep the child alive, but soon the family scraped together enough money to have the doctors tend to his disease on a regular basis.
    Things seemed to go well for a long time. The little trio of children stuck together through the years, making Tyler's life as incredible as they possibly could for someone who could rarely leave his bed. On the warm, clear nights, Azalea and Collin would carry the Pichu up to the highest hill in the city, gazing up at the stars in the darkened sky, just as the two of them did before. It was one of the few times the sickly boy could enjoy the outside world. The three had a bond stronger than any diamond.
    Collin and Azalea also grew closer and closer to each other with each passing day, and with that, soon grew romantic affection. Collin found himself looking at her in a different way than he used to. And he could tell she was looking the same way right back at him. By the time the pair turned 16, it was clear that pure, young love had blossomed inside their hearts. At night, they'd sneak away and run up to their star gazing hill together, talking about their hopes and dreams for the future. They'd hold each other close and recite the promises they made together as children.
   
    Everything was right with the world.

    Until one day, two years in the future, things began to steadily slide downhill. It was becoming increasingly apparent that Tyler's condition was getting worse and worse. The medical care just wasn't advanced enough to continue supporting the child's health. The Pichu grew weaker. His skin stretched thin against his small frame. He began to look more like a corpse than a little boy. Hope dwindled in the family's hearts, seeing their son slowly waste away in front of their eyes. Soon new promises were made. Azalea swore that she would find a way to keep her little brother alive. She'd never give up on him, no matter what the doctors said.
    One last time, the Minccino and Pikachu fled to Laverre City's highest hill, standing together under the familiar night sky.

    "...Collin..." Azalea's voice was hushed and coarse. "...I-" She cut herself off, biting her lip to keep it from quivering.

    The boy could see the tears welling up in her eyes. The anguish was almost visibly radiating off of her. At first, Collin said nothing. Instead, he held his arms out and wrapped them tightly around the girl, hugging her as close to him as he could. "You don't have to say anything," he whispered into her ear. "I know things are hard... The world may be turning upside down, but just remember...you're not alone in this." He could feel the Pikachu fold her arms around him as she pressed her face into his chest. "After all," the boy continued with a soft smile. "I promised to stay with you forever and ever, didn't I?"

    Azalea took her face away from Collin's chest and gazed up at him. Her cheeks were stained with tears, but a heartfelt smile creased across her face. After a short, tender moment of peering into each other's eyes, Collin slowly leaned down and gently pressed his lips against hers, and under the same stars the two wished on as children, they shared their first kiss.


    The next day would be engraved into Collin's memory for the rest of his life. The doctors had given up. The medical care of that era just couldn't produce the necessary treatments for the child. They pulled the plug, so to speak, and the hope for Tyler to live was quickly tossed away. His family watched in agony as the doctors packed up their supplies and left the city, leaving their son to slowly die. Gathered around the bedridden boy, Azalea, Collin, and the mother and father of the dying child sobbed and grieved for the imminent death of the small Pichu.
    It rained heavily that day. Almost as if the sky were mourning along with the boy's family. It was the most intense downpour the City had ever seen, leaving everyone nearly trapped inside their homes. That day, Azalea decided it was time to fulfill her promise to save her brother. After Collin had returned to his own home and her family went to bed, she set out, leaving a single note behind. It said she was traveling to Lumiose, the city south of Laverre. It was a more developed and advanced city, so the girl took her chances to see if they had some cure for her brother before it was too late, fearing, without the medical attention, his life could end before morning. She'd travel through the heavy marshes and seek out whatever medical help she could find, begging them to come back and save her little brother. Azalea went out into the dark, rainy night, intense determination building in her heart.
    The next day, after finding their daughter's note, Azalea's family gathered the entire city in a panicked frenzy. Some set out after her to the neighboring city, hoping to catch her before she got into any danger. Meanwhile, Collin sat, petrified, out in front of his home, desperately hoping she was safe. For days, he remained frozen, waiting and waiting for the search party to return. And on the day they finally did, shaking from fear, he approached them, hoping they had good news. They didn't. Azalea wasn't with them. They searched the whole city, asking everyone they could, but no one seemed to have seen the girl. With heavy hearts, the members of their community returned to their homes, praying that she'd turn up on her own.


    It wasn't until a week later that they fished Azalea's corpse out of the swamp.

    During the heavy rainstorm, the marsh flooded. Treading though the mud, the swamp quickly sucked her down into the thick, black muck. The girl never made it to Lumiose City.

    The whole community attended the funeral. Her parents were utterly destroyed. Their daughter was dead, and their dying son was soon to follow. Collin wasn't taking the news any better. He spent day after day after day after day sobbing in his room, rarely ever seeing the light of the sun. Through the heartache and agony, he couldn't get the words they spoke as children out of his head. So on the next day, he crossed the city, staggering his way to Azalea's grave. The headstone stuck up from the ground, an everlasting reminder of the greatest loss in his life. Engraved on the rocky surface was her name, and under it a picture of the beautiful flower she was named after. As Collin collapsed on the ground in front of it, he ran his fingers gently over the letters printed on the cold, polished surface.

    "You broke your promise, you know..." he said with a pained smile on his face. "You said you'd never leave my side, ever, remember?" Tears dripped down his cheeks and landed softly on the fresh dirt Azalea was buried under. The aching smile faded from his face, replaced by a look of heartbroken determination. "I...I'm going to save him. I'm not going to let your death be for nothing." Collin's chest began to slowly convulse as his sobs got louder and louder. His voice was cracking and shaking as he said the three words he never got to say to her while she was alive.

    "...I love you..."


    Just two days later, a traveling circus came to town. The Minccino had been wracking his brain trying to think of some way to rescue Tyler from his severely declining state. But no matter what he came up with, none of it would matter soon. The Pichu was on the brink of death. He'd gone far too long without medical attention, and with the emotional trauma from his loving older sister's death, there was nothing that could possibly save the child. There was no way he'd make it through the night. So, with the permission of the dying boy's parents, Collin picked him up and carried him on his back, taking him to the circus to make his last day alive the best that he could.
    Things went wonderfully at first. The duo went to all sorts of different acts, played games, bought cotton candy, and enjoyed the wonderfully colorful sights the circus had to offer. They couldn't have asked for a better time. But soon Tyler began to fade in and out of consciousness. Collin could see the life slowly slipping away from the child. Knowing the time had finally come, he took Tyler behind the large tent in the center of the circus and sat down, cradling the tiny boy in his lap. Holding back tears, the Minccino sang softly as the child gently closed his eyes, silently fading away. Tyler's breathing grew shallower and shallower until his chest ceased to move. Collin hugged the boy close, letting the tears cascade down his face.

    "I'm sorry..." he choked out as he began to break down sobbing. "...I couldn't save him... I'm so sorry... I couldn't do it, Azalea..." Gradually his sobbing grew into full out wailing, crying out in sorrow and regret. Regret of leaving Azalea's home that rainy night. Regret that he failed to save the last remaining part of her he had left. His head swirled with all the things he could have done to keep her there by his side.

    "What a tragic sight." A voice suddenly rose above the violent crying.

    Collin's head shot up. A tall, dark figure stood looming over the two boys. The Minccino hadn't even heard the man approach them. It's as if he just formed out of the shadows that the Big Top tent spread out over the three of them.

    "You poor, poor things," he continued. "Such a heartbreaking scene belongs nowhere in a cheerful circus such as this."

    Collin tried to say something in return, but just the sight of this mysterious man seemed to scare the words right out of him. All he could manage was incoherent, muffled gibberish.

    The dark figure knelt beside the slumped Minccino and the devastatingly emaciated child lying limp in his lap. "I can't bear to see someone so unhappy. So I'll tell you what. I'll grant you a single wish to quell your sorrows."

    The sound of someone granting a wish just like that sounded impossible to Collin, especially with no previous context. He didn't believe in supernatural things like wishes or magic. "A....wish?" Words finally escaped his mouth, even if they were barely audible. "There's no such thing..." His gaze drifted downwards towards the boy nestled in his arms. "I've been wishing the same thing year after year..." a tear dripped down from his eye and landed on the small boy's cheek. "...But it obviously didn't work."

      The dark figure's grin grew wider. "Ah, but you've never met anyone capable of making it come true. Until now, of course. All I'm asking is for you to make one...single...wish." He placed a hand on the tiny Pichu's forehead. "Before it's too late."

    Collin's grip tightened on Tyler. "I wish... I wish there was something...anything...that I could do to save him..."

    "As you wish." The Darkrai stood back up and snapped his fingers.

    Before he could process what was happening, the weight of the boy laying in Collin's arms vanished and a horrible agonizing pain shot through his back, like his flesh and bone were being torn apart and reconstructed. Bloodcurdling screams came from the Minccino as he writhed and flailed on the ground, clawing at the dirt. For a full minute the pain continued, but to the screaming boy, it felt like hours. When the agony finally subsided, Collin was left in absolute terror at what he saw sprouting out of his back. The back of his shirt had torn open and a deformed yellow mound had fused itself into him. It took him longer than it should have to realize that the little kid he held in his arms just moments ago was now disturbingly protruding from his own body. It barely resembled the child it had once been. Its eyes were spread wide open, staring at nothing. Its skin stretched so tightly against its skeleton it looked like it had been dead and wasting away for weeks. The only things letting him know it wasn't the remains of a carcass were the raspy breath and slow rising and falling of its ribcage.

    Still laying on the cold, hard ground, Collin reached a quivering hand up and placed it on the form's boney shoulder, shaking it lightly. "...Tyler..?" he croaked out, more air in his voice than sound. "...Tyler..?!" he repeated, trying to shake the boy into consciousness. When he failed, he turned his attention back to the smiling man standing above him. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!" he screamed, so loudly that he could almost feel his throat begin to bleed.

    "Well, I granted your wish, what else?"

    "This isn't what I wished for!" The Minccino painfully pushed himself to his feet, his whole body shaking and threatening to topple over again.

    "Of course it is, my boy," he said, placing a hand on Collin's shoulder to steady him, which Collin quickly swatted away. "You wished you could save him, and you did! Look at him. The boy is indeed alive, and you are the one keeping him so." A hand motioned to the grotesque creature on the Minccino's back. "That child looked horribly malnourished. I can only wonder what you were feeding him. So now he's feeding from your body, sharing in your life source. He's your very own personal parasite."

    Collin couldn't do anything. The terrified boy only stood and stared at the man with the sinister smile stretched across his face.

    "Oh, I'd forgotten to introduce myself! You may call me Mr. Dark. I'm the owner and Ringmaster of this delightful little circus," the Darkrai said, bowing. "And unless you want your family and friends to witness you in such an...unfortunate state, it would be wise for you to come along and join our family." An arm raised outstretched in the Minccino's direction, bidding him to take his hand.

    There was nothing else he could do. He couldn't return home and face Tyler's parents. He couldn't let them see what he'd done to him. He was barely even their child anymore. He'd turned into nothing more than a mindless, breathing chuck of flesh and bone that used to be their son. Besides, what else did he have left? Aside from his overworked mother, who would most likely be better off without a son to care for, and the second set of people who he came to love like parents that he couldn't bear to face ever again, there was no one who he felt he belonged with. Azalea was dead and Tyler was permanently merged into his body. He had no choice but to start anew, begin his life over again as part of the circus that had sealed his fate. So, with a heavy heart, Collin lowered his head and took hold of the man's hand.

    "Welcome to Circus Darkrai."


Likes:
-Things being clean
-Alone time
-Candy and cake
-Warm, calm nights
-Looking up at the stars
-Tea, hot chocolate, or other warm drinks
-Just being warm and cozy in general
-Cuddling (he's sooooffftttt eue)

Dislikes:
-Getting dirty
-Eye contact with strangers
-Being in the freak show and the psychological abuse that comes with it
-Talking about his parasite
-Parasites in general
-Cloudy or rainy days
-Spicy foods
-Strenuous physical activity

Move set:
Hyper Voice _{The user lets loose a horribly echoing shout with the power to inflict damage.}
Pound _{A physical attack delivered with a long tail or a foreleg, etc.}
Tail Slap _{The user attacks by striking the target with its hard tail. It hits the target two to five times in a row.}
Sing _{A soothing lullaby is sung in a calming voice that puts the target into a deep slumber.}

Extra:
-Collin can be a bit of a neat freak at times, so it won't be uncommon to find him tidying up around his room and the train cars and such
-Because of Tyler, Collin can't wear shirts properly and has to have them hang down on one side (like in his app picture), so when he's not on display, he'll usually wear a large cloak to hide his parasite as best he can
-His secret talent is singing, but he's too shy to let anyone know. The only way you'd get to hear it is catching him singing in the shower or something ಠ ᴗ ಠ
-His fur is veeeerrrrrrrryyyy soft~ _{(Because he's a chinchilla hurrhurr eue)}
-He eats a lot. Like, A LOT. With a second person sapping the nutrients from his body 24/7, he has to eat at least twice as much to take in enough for both of them