Connor Kaikera

Well, my other non-Sulteron character has been stuck in the labs for over a year now, and so I decided to make a new one. Enjoy!

Name; Connor Kaikera
Age; 13
Gender; Male
Species; Pidgeot Pokémorph
Appearance; Connor is a most unusual character. He is quite handsome, yes, but most people don't notice that. This is because Connor's other features are perticulally interesting; one, he is an albino; and two, he is a Pidgeot Pokémorph. But, of course, we must put this into more depth.

Connor's features are nicely proportioned, his lips speaking honestly and so on. It is his eyes which are startling. They are, due to his albinoism, a shocking red, various shades of the colour dancing and swirling subject to his emotions and the lighting. If he is upset, they will turn a slightly softer shade. If he is angry, they will be fiery, and if he is happy, they will be brighter. He is not extremely pleased with his eyes; although they are deep and emotional, they are not too good at their intended purpose; sight. He usually wears contacts, but very rarely, say if he has run out, he will wear a pair of thick, pale grey rimmed glasses. Without these, he can hardly see.

Connor's hair is an untidy mop of scruffy chalk white. Many a time has he attempted to pull a comb through it, but it never did work. So, he tries to make lemonade out of lemons; he went for a 'rugged' look, a lock of hair in front of an eye. If it weren't for his odd colouring, he would have pulled it off extremely well. His hair hides his ears, the hair hanging down to roughly his jaw line. Speaking of jaw lines, he has a thin pale scar running a quarter of the way along his before it creeps towards his throat. It barely stands out against his pale skin, and he doesn't tell anyone how he got it even if they notice it, but it certainly looks as though something narrowly missed slitting his throat. It would really show up against someone with a normal shading of white skin, even more so on someone with dark skin, but his skin is different. Again, thanks to the albinoism. His skin is a deathly pale, making him appear to be a paper-white ghost or extremely ill. It is rather shocking. Other than that, his skin is soft and smooth, just white as snow.

Connor is neither tall nor short, reaching around five or six feet tall. He is rather skinny, but not in the gangly, goofy way. He has a good posture and a powerful presense, a sense of authority about him despite his young age. He doesn't really care about that, however. He is not a body builder or the sort of person who goes all-out to look muscular; his network of well shaped muscles were earned by hardship. He is strong, but sometimes too strong. He isn't familiar with his own strength, leading him to be a tad clumsy at times. He often crushes things in his grip, and so is always exremely careful. His nails grow very quickly and are slightly like claws, sharper than normal. His hair, however, does not grow as fast, thankfully. He cuts his nails often, but it does little to keep them tamed. They are pretty sharp, and if he knows he might need to fight soon, he will not cut them so he will have an extra weapon, not that he enjoys fighting much. Other than that, however, he somehow manages to keep them short and safe.

More impressive than his muscular figure is what casts a shadow over it, making people cringe away from him as they laybel him a freak. From the frontmost roots of his hair produces a tall white crest, much like a ribbon. It is a similar colour to his hair, paper white. This is a feature from Pidgeot. His spine has a few extra segments, producing a long, billowing tail from the end. Feathers make up most of it's length; white and the palest of reds. It tenses up, straightenes or flicks up and so on depending on his mood. However, more astounding than the tail or the crest is the wings.

Connor's wings, when stretched, reach an eleven foot wingspan. His feathers, unlike Pidgeot's, are white. His shoulders are thick with muscle, making the wings easily the strongest of his apendages. He can fly, true, but he wouldn't cheat by not buying the HM; you will never see him fly anywhere near a city or settlement of any kind. He hates it when people know what he is; they might try to kill him, capture him, or the like. So, even when flying out in the countryside, he prefers to fly just below the clouds, where he might be mistaken for a large bird Pokémon like Starraptor. When not alone or flying, he keeps his wings tucked tightly against his back, undetectable. If he does pull them out, for whatever reason, he might look like a 'fallen angel'; deathly pale, with mostly white wings and lovely features but peircing red eyes.

He wears cheap, old clothes for two reasons; one, he likes to keep a low profile, and two, because he can't afford any better. He often goes barefoot, but if he must, for example if he's in a swamp or town where he wouldn't fit in without shoes, he will wear flimsy sandels, the fraying straps sellotaped down to the rest of the shoe where the velcro was long gone. His legs are donned in baggy, grass stained and hole filled trousers. These are generally pale blue jeans or a pale coloured tracksuit. If they don't fit him at the waist, he'll simply tie it up with rope. He never wears long sleeved shirts, preferring those with short or no sleeves. Often white, always plain, Connor takes care with one thing; the long slits in the back of his shirts to let his wings through. He makes sure that they will be invisible when his wings are tucked in. He normally wears a hat, to hide his Pidgeot crest. He also does this to a light green jacket he wears if it gets too cold for him, which isn't often; he runs a little warmer than average. He carries a lightweight white backpack which holds all his posessions; some photographs of his family, a sack for food and water, spare clothes and a book on Pokémon.


Personality;Firslty, Connor is very English. English accent, likes tea, the lot. Connor is not generally the sort of guy you would expect to see jabbering about something purely because he can. In fact, Connor is not the sort of guy you'd see at all. He keeps to himself, mostly, melting into the shadows at any time he wishes; generally if there's anyone suspicious looking around. Some might interpret this as cowardice and shyness, but in actual fact, Connor is far from either of these two. He only hides from danger because he is smart, and doesn't want to cause unnescessary trouble for others. Before, he has made the mistake of allowing himself to be seen, and he has never enjoyed the consequences.

Connor is intelligent. He has to be, after all, if he wishes to survive the harsh conditions he so often has to deal with. He can make do with very little at hand, his mind full of imagination, enabling him to craft tools out of mere junk. However, his intelligence is more for the survival aspect, like knowing what is good to eat and what would eat you, rather than what he calls 'useless classroom junk'; he never went to school, after all. If you give him a maths test, he will fail it. However, give him a deserted island, and he will live their comfortably. His knowledge is composed completely of things he would find handy to know, such as medical things, food, Pokémon, fighting, and various other things. So, that's Connor's mind for you; failing school, but winning life.

Connor doesn't have the best social skills in the world, since it isn't exactly as if he's been around too many people in his life. He's especially bad at talking to any girls he fancies. He never knows exactly what the right thing to say is, and can often talk himself into awkward situations if he is simply trying to have a casual conversation or chat up a girl. He knows how to talk his way out of a lot of difficult situations, but socially, he's not so good.

Connor is compassionate, kind and gentle, despite how he may act at times. He finds it easy to slip into someone's shoes; sometimes, too much so, making it a weakness. He is the kind of guy who would resist punching his worst enemy because they wouldn't like it, or adopt a Pokémon he didn't like because it looked depressed or hurt. He has learned that if you argue, shout, swear or fight people, you'd never get your own way, for people would merely hate you and wouldn't want you to get what you wanted anyway. He believes that everything can be solved by kind words and that anyone can be reasoned with. He knows that words are often more powerful than actions, and kinder too. Therefore, he is a hard one to infuriate. If ever he feels angry, he simply calms himself down. Flying tends to help calm him down.

However, there is one way to anger Connor, and it's pretty easy. Just insult him on his albinoism, and he'll run at you in a rage that'll make you want to take your comment back. He can often control his anger to a minor throb of insults, but sometimes his Pidgeot genes get the better of him and he becomes uncontrollable. He will attack with all his might when angry, hitting and thumping anyone in sight. He sees this as much of a weakness, for when you lose control, you lose the fight.

Speaking of fighting, he's a rather good fighter. He isn't the sort who would simply go all-out with punches and kicks, however. Being slim and strong, agile and intelligent, he can win fights. Oh, and his Pidgeot genes don't hurt his chances, either. He finds his opponent's weakness, and plays to that, generally. However many times people say that it's 'cowardly to attack when you're opponent's back is turned', he doesn't care. He just knows that, in a life-and-death situation, it's best just to win no matter how you go about doing it. So, he often fights dirty, attacking pressure points to send enemy's muscles into spasm before knocking them out. However, he hates fighting, again prefering to talk his way out of things. He is good at finding loopholes, thankfully. He will only fight if it's absolutely nescessary, and always regrets doing it afterwards.

History; Connor comes from another region. It's not a nice place to live. Crimes are high, people are poor, governments are corrupt. Examples of some of the worst crimes would be a few cases of people being held hostage while their husband/wife was kept in a cage on the other side of the world. People treated Pokémorphs, or anyone who was unusual, as if they were far dumber than even they treated Pokémon.

Connor's life began in a fairly comfortable home in said universe. He is an only child, since his parents were so terrified at him they were scared to have another child. His parents were shocked at the fact that their child, who was supposed to be their perfect child, a child to show off to all their neighbors, turned out to be an albino. The people of that world do not take too kindly to abnormal or flawed children. Small things such as poor sight or even butterfly eyes would be accepted, but something as large as deformity or albinoism was regarded as evil. When he was just a month old, Connor was left outside an orphanage where many other 'flawed' babies would grow up.

It was in poor conditions that Connor was raised from and infant. The orphanage had little money, and no-one there cared about the children anyway. A few would even die because no-one would bother treating them, even if it wouldn't take much to save them. Connor detested it, but he didn't know of any other life. He had never lived outside the orphanage, so he didn't know what life could really offer. A few of the older orphans did, however. Sometimes, the older children would manage to escape, although they would nearly always be brought back, bringing exciting stories with them. The children were not allowed to leave the site, for the public hated seeing people like them. Despite this, a few teenagers were planning to escape.

"Look, we'll just get caught and punished." a boy pointed out. He seemed very reluctant.

A girl snorted. "Yeah, right. We've been planning this for months, I don't see how it could go wrong. Besides, we have to at least try." she insisted. The first boy swallowed, but nodded all the same.

Connor was nearly six years old at that time, and was sitting on a fifteen-year-old named Jack's lap with his thumb in his mouth. Jack and his girlfriend Sarah were like the older siblings Connor never had. He was a fairly cute kid, and they took a liking to him and took care of him. Jack was leading all this, so naturally Connor was in on the plan. "I wanna leave." he said firmly. Sarah smiled, ruffling his snowy hair. "We all do, Connor. In fact, we've thought this through long enough. Why don't we escape tonight?!" she suggested, excited. There was a scattered murmur of agreement, which eventually came to a fixed choice. They would leave that night.

When the matron had made her final round with the six escapees pretending to be asleep, Jack sprang into action. He went by all the dorms of the other children. Sarah first, then little Connor, followed by a thirteen year old boy, and fourteen and eleven year old girls. All six were ready. They had analyzed all the security cameras to check where the blind spots were, and had worked out the perfect window to make their escape. They had chosen the ground floor for obvious reasons. Clambering out, Sarah shut the window smoothly behind her, then gave the thumbs-up to the others as Jack took out his carefully drawn map. Everything had been done to scale. He led the little group through the camera's blind spots, then helped the others climb over the two meter high gate, before lifting himself over with a bit of effort.

They were free. Unfortunately for them, they were heading towards an abandoned house where they might live temporarily. This wasn't so unfortunate, but what was unlucky was that the route they took crossed paths with a man. A scientist, to be exact. Now, in this world, many of the scientists were the mad variety who cared not for anyone or anything's feelings. The kind who would experiment on anything for their own benefit. This perticular one was aiming to create some sort of weapon.

This man saw Connor in perticular as the perfect weapon. A child, not even six years old. Who would suspect him? He was an albino, too, perfect. He must have lead a hard life, which would have toughened him up, and he was the sort people would avoid rather than question. And a bonus, he was right there for the taking. His protectors- teenagers? Easily taken care of. The man lunged forward and grabbed the child out of Jack's arms. The children instantly sprang into action, nearly managing to bring the scientist down before he beat them all around the head, knocking them out for just a few minutes. As the scientist got in his car which a screaming Connor, the others woke up, arrived at the abandoned house and cried.

In that care, Connor was stuffed into the back seat as he howled and screeched at the top of his lungs. He wailed as the scientist plunged a needle into him to make him sleep. Little did he know that while he was out, he was driven to a laboratory, tested, experimented on, and kept in a cage. Several more injections were plunged into him during these processes to keep him asleep, of course.

When he woke up, Connor was more confused than he had ever been in his entire life. The moment he awoke, he filled his lungs with air and shrieked; he felt a searing pain in his head, all along his spine, and over his shoulders. In fact, he could feel pain at a point on his body which hadn't existed before. Almost like... a trembling hand reached behind him, and touched feathers. Another scream rose from the six-year-old's throat.

Feathers? Feathers? What? He examined himself. He had been changed into some horrible old laboratory clothes, tattered and cold. He appeared to now have a long plume coming from his forehead, and a tail from his spine. But, more amazing was what he saw when he twisted around to look at his back. Definately his, tied down so he could not move them were a pair of-

"...wings..." he had trouble getting the word out. He, Connor Kaikera, had wings. Wings like... like a Pidgeot? Yes, they were a lot like that. A Pidgeot. But didn't that make him a Pokémorph? A Pidgeot Pokémorph. He doubted he had a very good future ahead of him with that kind of existance. What had he possibly done to deserve to be in this state? In a strange laboratory, his genes spliced all of a sudden, making him a freak, worthless. This was not a good position to be in.

Over the next two years of his life, Connor went under intense tutoring in pretty much everything that would make him the useful weapon the scientist and his team wanted. It had turned out that there were other children there, all treated in different ways purely to see which was the best way to make them mindless, loyal killing machines. None of them had much in the loyal department. The happier children were the ones allowed more freedom. They were also more moral than the others, and so this was thought to be a bad thing. However, the loyalty of the children was never assured. They would make frequent attempt to free themselves, which would only result in a beating. Beatings weren't that great a punishment since they were battered every day for combat excercises.

The children weren't allowed much time with one another in case they got too friendly, and so none of them had any real friends. They were all incredibly lonely. In fact, Connor had thought out an escape plan which he had managed by taking note of things he saw on their jogs around the building. He wished he could tell the others and free them, too, but it wasn't likely. That was another reason why the children were seperated; to prevent them from planning an escape.

Two moreyears passed, and the scientists hadn't got in any more children still. Connor remained the youngest of all the kids there, although a couple had died. He was now ten years old, and had developed his plan to make it as foolproof as he possibly could.

He was being examined. This happened often, but this time would be different. He suddenly and without warning shot a punch like a bullet and gave the scientist a hit so hard he very nearly toppled over. The scientist groaned in pain, the wind leaving him. He clutched his stomach and tried to fight back. However, most scientists at that laboratory were not good fighters. Connor swept the man off his feet with a good kick, then knocked him out with a blow to the head. He hated doing that, and wished he wouldn't have to, but otherwise he and the other children would remain captive for Arceus knew how long.

Connor's plan had been to attack during that moment. In the doctor's room, where the tests were done, were all sorts of equipment. Including scapels. He carefully grabbed one and sliced through the thick rope binding his wings painfull to his side. He sighed in relief as he felt a great weight ease, and felt odd. He was more flexible than he had been in four years, since the rope had restricted his movement. He raced down his chosen corridor, setting off a fire alarm. The fire alarm was out of access to children usually, since they would normally be accompanied by several adults with backup if need be. Connor knew from drills that the experiments were too valuable to the scientists to let burn, so the fire alarm would unlock all the doors so they might be freed. It also called all the scientists to the cages, but Connor hoped to beat them there; he was already to them, where people were clambering out.

"Follow me to freedom!" Connor called, which all the children did without question. They were all Pokémorphs too, each one for a purpose. Connor, Pidgept 'morph for an advantage in the air. There was also a Digglet for digging, Kirlia for psychic ability, Wobboffet for protecting, Sneasel for speed and sneakiness, and a Vaporeon for being in the water. They all followed Connor down the corridors he'd planned, and out into the sunlight. This was their freedom. They breathed in the air, looking at the first new landscape in a long time; the only outside areas they were allowed into had high walls. Connor pointed towards a forest. "In there!" he said. He'd never seen it before, but he guessed the trees would hide them from the scientists as they escaped. They all made a run for it, and heard gunshots.

Connor's instinct kicked in. This instinct was that when people with guns were about, you should run as fast as you could. This had been altered by the Pidgeot side of him to mean fly out of sight. He took a deep breath, a running leap and unfurled his wings for the first time. He laughed aloud as he wobbled at first, then got the hang of it as he rose awkwardly into the air. He would be a much harder target as a speck. Looking below, he could see the other children escaping. The Sneasel 'morph had carried the Digglett 'morph and gone back to carry the Hoothoot 'morph, and was nearing the trees. Connor couldn't see those two through the trees once the Sneasel left them, which was a good thing. The Wobbuffet 'morph had made a shield against the bullets to protect itself and the Vaporeon 'morph. A few bullets whizzed part Connor, and one even nicked a few feathers and opened a wound as it scraped against a wing, so Connor landed in the woods and rushed about until he found the others.

For several months, the Pokémorph children stuck together. At first, their only goal was to get as far away as possible. They walked through the forest, existing through some fields and crossing another forest, a stream and a small village before they settled in a dense, dark wood near a river. There they rested and healed one another of their various wounds, staying for a number of weeks. After that, they spent several months surviving in the wild before they decided to find a permenant place to live for each of them. They travelled England, helping each other. For example, the Diglett 'morph would be able to dig underground shelters if need be, and Connor was able to see for miles from in the sky, so would keep lookout. They found safe places for each of them before anyone left.

At first, Connor stayed with two of the children he had originally escaped with from the orphanage back when he was nearly five. He was nearly eleven at that time, and Jack and Sarah were both twenty-two and were married, living in a small, cosy house in a large village. They owned a pet Riolu, and Connor was extremely happy to be there. That is, until he saw his parents. It was by chance that he passed his mother in the street, and recognised her from a photo he had. Knowing she wouldn't let him home, he followed her and snuck in. It was a big shock for her to find him there, but eventually she agreed to let him stay there for a little while. He was, by this time, aged twelve, and paid frequent visits to Jack and Sarah over the following year. He liked them because they treated him almost like an equal, and they liked him because their Riolu did coupled with the memory of the sweet toddler grown into the handsome, strong boy they saw today.

However, not long after his thirteenth birthday, something happened to change Connor's life drastically. He still wasn't being treated as he'd like to by his parents. They never let the neighbors see him. They didn't treat him well, but at least he had a home and food and clothes, he supposed. As he was wondering through the woods on the outskirts of the village that day, someone drugged him to make him sleep, and bundled him on a ship. When he awoke, he was lying in the middle of a random field. Reluctantly, he flew up to locate the nearest town.

Connor discovered that this was Tynri. At first, he was amazed and thrilled at how perfect this place was. People treated each other properly. Even he didn't get much more than the odd stare, but no-one would hit him for no reason. Things were good. Now he was regarded odd, but not like slime. He felt like he was home. When he could, he set off to become a Pokémon trainer so to explore this new region further.
Other; He missed Jack and Sarah a lot, and doesn't like to tell people where he's from.