Name: Kevin Ford
Nicknames: Knuck (pronounced like “knuckle”; because let’s face it, “Kevin Ford” isn’t scary)
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: 7 January 1995
Pokemon: Kingdra
National #: 230
Title: Dragon Pokemon
Nature: Mild- Around everyone but Mia, he seems completely apathetic. But when in private, oh baby does he let himself get excited.
Height: 6’1”
Weight: 150 lbs
Hair Color: Teal
Hair Length: Very short
Eye Color: Red
Skin Tone: Tan
Build: Very thin, built for speed not aggression
Markings/Scars: One scar horizontally across his face, crossing over both eyes
Tattoos: One of a white lotus flower, petals dripping black liquid, at the back of his neck
Appearance: His face, like his body, is very jaunt and boney, his cheekbones very prominent (like more than Benedict Cumberbatch’s), and his jaw extremely sharp. His eyes are narrow and slightly slanted.
Full Outfit: He wears a minstrel outfit (ninja outfit) in a very dark blue with a gold belt that holds his daggers, shurikens, and poison darts.
Personality: Most of the time, he is very quiet. He will never openly talk about himself. But he is extremely sensitive and compassionate, despite the apathy he seems to radiate. Honestly, he’s a very caring individual, and only Mia knows how deeply his pain has cut.
Family: His parents passed by natural causes long ago, and he raised his sister, a Horsea gijinka since he was 11 and she was six.
Hometown: Classified
Background: After their parents died, Knuck and his sister, Henrietta, abandoned their apartment and fled into the woods. They made their home in an abandoned treehouse, and Knuck, using his Arceus-given skills of hunting and stealth, always brought home food for his sister, and sometimes himself.
For a few years, their life was fine. Knuck had a knack for thievery as well as hunting, and once when he was caught (and he feared he would receive death as a punishment), a kind teacher, having recognized the child’s skills, took him in and taught him in the ways of martial arts and true stealth every day for a few hours.
Knuck easily mastered the skills, and he found he could protect his sister should any danger ever befall her. And he was confident. All was well. And he expected it to continue that way.
Gorfrey was impressed by the teen’s abilities and sought him out, asking if the boy would join an “elite team” to “better the world.” Knuck politely declined, accidentally saying, “I have to take care of my sister,” as an excuse.
Naturally, Gorfrey figured out a way to get Knuck on his side pretty quickly.
The next day after his daily practice with the teacher, Knuck returned to the treehouse to find it ransacked. His sister was gone. All that was left was a note that read: “If you want her to be safe, meet me at the pier in Lilycove by tomorrow at dawn. You will join my crew, or she will be killed, and her dismembered remains will arrive at your door.”
Needless to say, Knuck complied. But as for his sister’s safety? Her status is unknown.
