Name: Ai


Pokémon: Gastly | |Male


Age: ??? | Appears Twelve


Type: |


Village: Noir Vale


Job: Worker | Merchant


Ability : Levitate | Damage dealing Ground-type moves have no effect on this Pokémon. Cannot be trapped by Arena Trap Ability. Takes no Damage from spikes.


Attacks:

|Confuse Ray| | The foe is exposed to a sinister ray that triggers confusion.

|Dark Plus | | The user releases a horrible aura imbued with dark thoughts. It may also make the target filch.



Dislikes: Windy days | Being called a child |Disrespect |Sweets



Likes: People | Money | Fear



Personality: Sweet | Manipulative | Sly |Quiet | Two-faced


History: Ai's family ran many shops and were considered tycoons of business generations ago. This brought much welcomed and unwelcomed attention. On one side people were lining up to do trade while others plotted against the family. Greed and hate was the root of Ai's family demised. And he and his siblings were just victims caught in the cross fire of competition.


One night like any other ... they came. Hired assassins dressed in black with steel blades clad in their hands, inching to spill blood. They did. They killed them .Men, women and children. Servants and all. Ai had been sleeping, no one never made a sound. Out of nowhere a black hand darted out from the shadows and covered his mouth. Something cold was held close to his neck. He wanted to scream but the noise died in his chest as fear consumed him. The boy trembled and pissed his pants, his heart was pounding in his ears. He wanted his mommy.


It was a man that spoke softly by his cheek, his hot breath sickeningly sweet like the candies he loved so much. Ai's insides seemed to fill with ice and warm tears ran down his face. He started to thrash around, and yell but the assassin held him in place with an iron -like grip , the man's hand dug into his skin painfully. No one heard his pleas for help, even if the man had uncovered his mouth no one was alive to care.


Ai's last true recollection as a living person was something the assassin said before he died,


"Forgive me..."


Those words were empty, perhaps the man said it for his own conscious as if that would make the act of murder less vile.



Then the cold blade was pressed harder to his skin. Cutting and ripping into flesh and cartilage. Leaving the child's throat open to the world. Ai couldn't breathe then, he felt limp and tired. Pain wasn't even a factor anymore. The man holding him at let go and he fell face first onto the polished floor. Something warm and wet pooled around him and he knew ... he was dying.


But the gods can be cruel. True death never came, he lingered on edge of humanity waiting. ..


Ai can't recall what happened next, only that he awoke and was floating admits a burned building. His head was swimming, blank as to who he was and felt cold, so very cold. He wanted to hide.


He stayed there a long along time.


Eventually he had to do something, anything. It pained him for some reason to leave burnt-site but there was nothing left for him there anymore. Ai started to work odd jobs here and there for shelter and clothes as he traveled from one place to another. The boy gained knowledge and skills. Learn the tricks of the trade. Even he if grew up mentally and emotionally his body never changed.


Years later Ai rose up in status, from being a common employee to a employer, starting up his own shop which grew and multiplied.


And he keeps on expanding, the need to gain and conquer is in his blood. Ai presently floats around Noir Vale with a smile and pocket filled with gold. But it's never enough ... not when there is still so much to gain.






Additional information:

- Ai is not his true name, it was given to him by an old merchant that first hired him.

- Cannot talk, it is physically imposable for him to produce speech since his voice box was sliced open and destroyed the night of his death.

-After years of frustration and practice Ai leaned to communicate via telepathy.

-Not all of his business can be deemed legal.

-Cannot seem to evolve .