Okay, here it is in its entirety. I did a bit of research to help me along, though I do have a question for you, SammyGirl, and that is: Would Scyther blades make for a legitimately good weapon?
And apologies for the somewhat rambling nature of the biography. I have a bad tendency to ramble in my posts.
Character Name: Alphonse Logare
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Kinks: He generally doesn't have much time in his busy life for sexual pursuits; if he isn't training or resting up, than he's on a mission. However, being a rather liberal-minded person, he is open to perversion.
Skills/Occupation: Mercenary, he fights for those who can afford him. His skills include bare knuckle brawling, spear and staff fighting, unorthodox mixed martial arts (being one part trained martial artist, two parts street tough/brawler), high pain threshold, and a constitution that pushes the human limits. On a less combative note, he is skilled at cooking, marching, campaigning, weapon and armor maintenance, foraging and herbology.
Physical Description/Image: A man that is six feet tall even, he is broad shouldered and barrel chested. He is possessed of a wiry,d eceptive strength, and is capable of exerting far more power in physical activities than he may appear. His legs are thick and powerful, like a racing horses, from a life of constant roving and roaming. He has short brown hair, which is usually messy (he has long since given up on trying to tame his hair), typically has stubble or a scraggly beard of some sort (shaving is something of a luxury he only indulges in when he has the chance to do so), and his eyes are of a similar coloration. He bears several scars on his body from battles; slashes, gouges, and the like. Of particular note is a marking around his neck, that looks like it must have surely been a fatal blow.
His clothing of choice is thick, steel-toed leather boots (with spring loaded blades made from Scyther fore-arms), dark colored pants, dark red muscle shirt, and a thick, dusty leather trenchcoat (dyed a plain brown color), and occasionally will wear a wide-brimmed hat (when it's particularly hot and sunny out), or a dark red bandanna with a small metal plate along the forehead. He wears fingerless, thin leather gloves with metal reinforced knuckles (for protection, as well as giving his punches added 'oomph!'), and can often be seen wielding a set of hand-claws made from Scyther fore-arms. The short, sharpened blades from the Scyther make his weapon of choice quite lethal; however, they are further augmented, alchemically, being preserved and strengthened against damage.
Alliance: Money. His allegiance can be bought, though he does maintain a certain code of conduct and will not undertake any job that he feels will cause him to have to break this code.
Pokemon Team: N/A
Personality: Dedicated and loyal to whoever holds his contract. Despite this, he does have a certain amount of capriciousness, and prefers to work for people that allow him flexibility in his tasks. He is a martially oriented and motivated person, who respects strength and seeks to increase his own. Although having a well detailed code of conduct and morality that he ascribes to, he is first and foremost a utilitarian, and this occasionally leads him to forsake his code.
Bio: Raised in an orphanage in Mahogany Town, the supposed "Home of the Ninja", Alphonse grew up listening to old tales of those legendary warriors and tricksters. Like many youngsters, when he was a child, his dreams and motivations were fueld by a childish obsession with the stories he heard; he wanted to be a ninja when he grew up!
And he took to often exploring the wilderness, and challenging himself with astounding feats of athleticism (for a young teenager). It was during this time that he was attacked by a wild PokeMon, a Scyther that was provoked by the red shirt he wore. It attacked him relentlessly, and he was nearly killed by it (lacking any sort of combat experience at the time). It was at this point that he took a swipe to his throat, a blow that by all rights, would have seen him bleed to death (it had not, thankfully, hit his carotid artery).
It was at this point that a PokeMon trainer saved his life. The details of the PokeMon fight are a blank for Alphonse, but the stranger was able to stop the bleeding, and get him back to town. Once he recovered fully, he went back out into the wilderness, having heard from the doctor that tended to him that the older man that saved him lived out in the woods.
He eventually found the cabin, which was home to a fifty-something year old man, and a MaChoke. The young Alphonse met the old man, who introduced himself as Gepetto, and his 'pet', who went by the name Tiger. He profusely thanked the man for saving him, and, driven by the curiosity of a child, began to ask him questions.
Gepetto lived out here because he didn't get along with most folks. He found a simple joy, however, in his humble existence, keeping a few PokeMon around at any given time for company and to train them, in order to protect himself from the wild PokeMon that might show up and disrupt his otherwise peaceful existence.
One visit to Gepetto became a dozen. A dozen became a hundred over the years, as Alphonse was constantly driven out to talk with the strange old man, and hear about his stories, about when he traveled the world (when he was far, far younger), how he fought in tournaments and such, the special training he put his PokeMon through to make them so strong, and other assorted bits and bobs.
Alphonse didn't just come out for stories, after a time, either. He helped. He went out, and helped Gepetto to pick nuts, berries, and herbs, and to set traps to hunt for small game. He learned as they went along, too, and the old man's cooking skills and recipes were even handed down along to the child.
In a way, Alphonse, who himself often felt distant from others, and who subconsciously looked for a father figure, became this hermit's sort-of-son.
Eventually, he began to train with Tiger, having expressed a desire to become strong without having to rely on PokeMon. He wanted to travel the world, too, but if he wanted to do that without relying on the aid of other creatures, he had to be able to take care of himself.
It wasn't until he was 22 that he actually left to go out into the world, though it was restricted to the Johto area for the longest of time. As a way to pay for his lifestyle, he took it upon himself to become a bodyguard for travelers and merchants, keeping them safe from human and PokeMon alike.
Once he gained a modest reputation for being a fairly strong bodyguard, his sights were gradually expanded to the wider world of mercenary work, which he easily found himself adapting to quite well.
...Still, their are those out there that ask too much of him. Gepetto, you see, when training Alphonse's body, also exercised his mind and instilled in him a strong sense of what is right and what is wrong (though his lessons may have become distorted somewhat).