Alexis CD App

 Name: Alexis

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Pokémon: Frillish #592 – Ghost/Water

Ability: Cursed Body 

Hometown: Verbank City

Job: Freakshow/juggling act – Small solo act, typically short. Involves detaching arms, legs, hands, feet, various body parts, and then reattaching them in places where they do not belong. IE: Hands where his feet should be, feet where his hands should be, an arm where a leg should be. Will also occasionally juggle his detached feet and legs.  

Wish: “I wish to walk, unrestricted.” A wish: Simple in its wording, though complex in its meaning, and serious in its consequences. Alexis was given his wish. Confined to a wheel chair all his life due to a weak constitution and a frail body, and constantly supervised by his mother and father (a worrisome mother Frillish and a stern but gentle father Gengar) to be given the ability to walk upon waking up was a dream come true. The stipulation: His new limbs, his new body, was not given to him free of charge. The new arms and legs belonged to his father, his new torso belonged to his mother. Unrestricted in the way that his parents no longer watch over him, unrestricted in that his limbs are able to detach themselves. When he woke up with his new, patchwork body, he had no recollection of his parents, only brief glimpses of his past. Days spent in bed, afternoons confined in a sun room to a chair. His mother and father in these memories replaced with voids, as if they never existed. There was joy, but then it was quickly replaced with horror. These were not his limbs, this was not his original body, but where it came from he could not remember. After a time, when the intial horror subsided in an ebbing and pulsing unease, he realized that with a bit of tugging, his limbs could pop off with ease. More horror, but there was only minimal pain, and eventually he came to an uneasy acceptance of his new body. At least he could finally walk.

Backfire: He cannot leave the circus, that much is a given. If he tries to step out, his legs would immediately collapse beneath him. His limbs—his entire body—would immediately begin to deteriorate, everything in him rejecting his ‘new’ limbs and body. Memories of his parents would resurface, and before his body begins to fail completely, the realization and horror that his arms were his father’s arms, that his torso is his mother’s torso would hit him. He would remember who he went to the circus with, realize why his ‘new’ body seems and feels so familiar.

Personality: When on stage his personality seems to take on a drastic shift. He’s all smiles, slipping on a mask that makes him entertaining to crowds, cracking puns about his particular act. “Looks like I don’t have a leg to stand on!” “Looks like I might… need a hand!”, and so on. Alexis is in a different situation, but this mask is nearly the same as the one he slipped on prior to his joining of the circus, a personality to hide his own miserable feelings at being confined to a chair, to his bed, the same mask he put around his parents when they asked if he was all right, the same mask he put on around his various family members, the same mask he put on when around other people. Outside of his act, he acts a bit different. He seems to be a bit withdrawn to a degree, nearly clueless when it comes to social situations. Keeping to himself unless talked to first, or unless he’s interested in something or someone. He has a sharp tongue on him, often saying something that may come off as harsh, not to mention he tends to be incredibly blunt (seeing as how he also seems to lack any sort of tact). Though he isn’t all together unapproachable. There’s a side to him that most others don’t see. A side that takes in the new things he sees with a sense of wonder and awe, a side that cracks jokes when he’s in the mood, and eager and ready to learn new things.  

History: Prior to joining the circus, he was a young man confined to a wheel chair and his room, only going out when his parents suggested it. Saying that it would be good for him, that the fresh air would do wonders for his health. When his parents suggested they go to the circus in town sometime in the week before it picked up and moved on, and Alexis lit up like a firecracker. He had never seen a circus, he had only read about it in his books that seemed to be his only company.

It was two days before they went, two days where he lay awake at night when the excitement was almost too much to contain, and when the day finally came to leave for the circus he was all but bouncing in his wheelchair as his father and mother took turns pushing him along.

The circus itself was like something out of a dream. Freakshows, juggling acts, clowns, balloons, circus food, and more. Sometime along in the day he managed to get away from his parents, both his father and mother leaving if only for a moment to grab them all something to eat. In that brief moment, he took off, rolling himself over back to the smaller acts of the show, watching with rapt attention and awe. This entire circus was like something out a dream. While his parents looked frantically around for him, he had managed to… get himself lost. Somewhere along the way he had gotten distracted and lost. The crowds had become almost too much for Alexis to handle, and under the anxiety and stress he had managed to wheel himself over to a more secluded part of the circus. There he met a man. Dressed differently than anyone else, Alexis could only assume that this was either someone very important, or just someone a part of the final act. The man noticed him, Mr. Dark noticed him, and though Alexis was nervous a conversation was started.

It was friendly enough. Small talk was exchanged, pleasantries where had, though Mr. Dark did manage to hit a nerve. He inquired about his parents. “Where are you parents, young one? Surely you must have come with them.”

“I’m old enough to take care of myself. I don’t need some other adult implying that I cannot.” Alexis crossed his arms, almost visibly bristling. And that was when Mr. Dark knew where to take the conversation.

More talk was had, Alexis opening up about he was tired of adults looking down on him, or taking pity at current state. He was an adult, too. He was 18, old enough to make his own decisions. Maybe he came here by himself. If he wasn’t confined to this blasted chair, if he wasn’t sick, if he could walk and run, perhaps everyone would take him more seriously. And Mr. Dark listened to his rantings, and at the end simply said this: “What is it that you desire most, then?”

“I wish to walk, unrestricted. Without my parents always hovering over me, without having anyone look at me with pity in their eyes. I would do anything to feel normal, to experience the world and its wonders with my own eyes instead of simply through the pages of a book, without having to hear it from anyone with working legs and a decent pair of lungs look smug as they tell me about what’s outside of my own home.”

“Then close your eyes, and I can see to it that your wish is granted.”

And though Alexis was skeptical, his words had been true. He would do anything. And if closing his eyes was all he needed to do, well. What would the harm be in that?

When he woke up, when he opened his eyes, he had fallen out of his chair. There was panic, because he could remember that he had been in that chair for a reason, and that panic had him immediately up on his feet. And then he immediately stumbled back onto the ground. There was a pause, and then there was joy. Immense joy. He could walk. He could /run/. Joy was replaced with horror. He knew these arms weren’t his, that his entire body save his head and neck did not belong to him. Though how he came to have these limbs, these limbs that seemed so familiar, was a mystery to him.

No one was in the area with him, and so he sat in silence, his old unneeded wheelchair his only company now. After a time… there came acceptance. It was of the shaky kind, the kind that sunk to the bottom of his stomach. And with time came exploration, with a simple tug (with enough force and a little bit of pain) he could completely remove his hand (more terror ensued), and with that knowledge he dared to look inside the now detached limb and found… that it was empty. A black void occupying what he would have assumed would have been blood, and bone, and tissue, /something/.

A voice behind Alexis brought him back to reality with a start, and he looked around to see Mr. Dark was with him once more. He inquired if his ‘new’ body was to his liking, and if he wanted a job given his new found ability to remove parts of himself.

Alexis was reluctant, almost angry but he wasn’t sure why. After a moment of silence, the young Frillish merely nodded. He couldn’t leave the circus looking the way he did. And though he did not want to stay… what other choice did he have?

Likes and Dislikes: 
Likes: Sweets, being treated as an equal, reading, sunlight, being on stage and preforming, the looks on people’s faces when he removes a limb. 
Dislikes: Being called a child, being looked down on by those around him, sitting still for too long, the small pain that comes with detaching and reattaching his limbs. Things that taste bitter, being cooped up in one place for too long. Storms. Being around large crowds for too long (he’s very thankful that his act is small and usually over with fairly quickly)

Move set: Confuse Ray – Recover – Water Pulse – Night Shade

Extra:
- Given that his torso belonged to his mother, he does find the need to bind his chest whenever he can with whatever he can find, usually with simple linens wound tightly around his chest. His new chest makes him feel... uneasy. Hence the binding. Granted his mothers breasts were very small, if he doesn't have any linens on it is noticeable. He wears baggier shirts when not in costume since they help hide his chest (because he can't always be binding his chest), though that feeling of insecurity is still there. He doesn't know how others will react if they ever took the time to notice that something was... a bit off. And he doesn't exactly want to find out. Being in the freak show puts him in enough spotlight as it is, he doesn't want to find himself under more, especially if it's more... malevolent than the one he's currently under. 
- Loves to read books whenever he can get his hands on them.
- Fairly new to being on stage, but he's found that he loves it, though being around large crowds for extended periods of time sets him on edge. 
- Does not remember his last name.
- He can move each limb once detached if only a little bit. Moving fingers, making the arm wiggle and squirm on its own, etc etc.
- There is a small bit of pain that comes with the detachment of his limbs. Despite having a patchwork body, everything functions the way it should. He can feel, touch, feel pain, etc etc. So of course the pain when detaching comes along with it. It's very small, but it's enough to make him wince whenever he pops an arm, leg, or hand off. He spends his off hours giving himself small healing boosts when he can, since the pain tends to linger even when his arms and legs are back where they should be.