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Name: Peter Klim
Age: 20 yrs
Height: 6'4"(Goes to 7' in were) | Weight: 240 lbs(drops to 170 in were)
Occupation: Ship Cook
Birthplace: Cinnabar Island, Kanto
Werecommunity: Rogue; his work keeps him always on the move.
Species: Kabutops | Type: Rock/Water
Shiny [*] Pokerus []
Combat Training: boxing, knife fighting
Equivalent Pokemon Level: 40
Peformance Tier: 74(Average)
Efficiency: 186%
Vit: ooooo00*** | Spd: ooooo0****
Def: ooooX00000 | Att: ooooX0000*
SpD: ooooo00*** | SpA: ooooo00***
Ability: Battle Armor - Immunity to Critical Hits
Trademark move:
Family: They exist, but not much is known. All are back on cinnabar and he hasn't spoken to them in years.
Background: Peter doesn't know exactly why he's such a drifter. His childhood on cinnibar was far from unhappy; nonetheless, he's never really felt like he belonged anywhere. When he graduated high school at 17, he restlessly took an apprenticeship on the next boat out. Since then, he's been traveling all across the sea. Along the way in his travels, he got involved in a brawl on one ship and was bitten pretty badly. That was only a few days prior to arriving in Nimbasa City. Ryuji soon explained to him the man who attacked him had been a were-Kabutops and that Peter would carry the affliction the rest of his life, shifting into one under a full moon and the usual rules.
With the were-Blastoise's aid, Peter is trying to get used to the rush of new circumstances. While he has gained enough control to be himself when he shifts, he's moreso curiously disturbed by his potential life span; if his studies on trilobites proved accurate, he can only imagine the projected lifespan a prehistoric kabutops had.
Personality: Fastidious and consumed by details but his meticulous attention span is plagued from being so selective; he pays attention to what matters to him. Consequently, his life is adequately lonely. He has a small network of friends, but so strong is this bond that he holds them very highly; in fact, he would rashly jump into the fray to protect them if they were in danger. Quiet and keeping to himself, Peter will, on the rare occassion, break the ice in social gatherings. Otherwise, he doesn't provide input in a conversation unless it's important or strike his interests.
His most popular of hobbies is reading, of course. When not on the job or cooking, he's likely to be found reading on a multitude of subjects. This makes him an innate fountain of knowledge, both applied and academic. This does lead to a problem of many of his jokes and hot topics often fall flat, either being too obscure, incomprehensible, or making sense only to himself.
One could argue that no one Peter's known has read more than himself. His mind is also brimming with tremendous amounts of detail in combat training of many fields, disciplines and fighting styles. In theory, this makes Peter a potent combatant who's inner strength dwarves many weres only just tapping into their own. Despite having little actual fighting experince, his studies of basic strategy allow him to calculate and plan in real-time, making him adaptable and versatile in combat. He often tries to apply his knowledge of combat when practicing to experiment, mixing moves and praciticing on sparring partners all the while clocking his performance tier.
On an off-note, he seems to posssess an adamant aversion to onions. He describes them as being made from pure evil and will agrue this fact until the day he dies.