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I'M STILL OUT HERE GETTING CUTER

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[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER FACTION league

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER RANK cadet

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM astolfo from fate series

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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TLDR: Imagine being 5'6".
[break][break]Sarcastic little shit. Raised in Kalos, by an undercover Rocket member. Had big aspirations of being a coordinator when was told they were moving to Hoenn with his Happiny, but his dreams were immediately crushed after his Father guided him to a rather strict lifestyle. Spent most of his life studying Pokémon. Grew up and instead planned to join Rocket to work in becoming one of their researchers when he got older.
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It wasn’t until Cillian eventually discovered that the companion he “lost” years ago was actually confiscated by his Father. Feels rage in knowing now all the secrets his Father (and sister) kept, even more so knowing that his sibling still remains there. His motivation of being a coordinator rekindles again, though for more spiteful reasons. Joins the League around Rocket's rebirth.[break][break]

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”Look, he’s waking up.”
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Cillian can’t remember the last time he’s felt this weak. His eyes slowly flutter, leaving only the blurred vision of his sister and the relief in her expression. It was not commonplace for Abigail to see him this early. That much, Cillian was aware of. Once there was clearer space for his thoughts to make sense, he jolted straight up from the bed. They were the only ones in the room bar the Banette who always floated behind her. Strangely, Cillian felt a twinge of worry in his stomach.
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“Hey, Abs. Uh, where’s Dad?”
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The look that Abigail gave had already made Cillian react without hearing the news. As if they were watching one of the bad drama shows they used to make fun of, although this time, there was sympathy to be had amongst those poorly acted tears. “Abigail. Answer me.” he repeated.
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Abigail cleared her throat. The sharp tone in Cillian’s voice scared her, just a little.
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”Cil…” she muttered, sight refusing to face him. ”There was a lot that you didn’t know about him. Okay?”
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It was late. But, that never stopped little Cillian from watching television.
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There were audible sounds of ’Ta-daa!’ as his Happiny cheered from left and right, swinging their arms the way the Pokémon on-screen had done it. Waves of childish laughter filled up the room and hands clapped together while they watched the smaller creature move. One day, Cillian knew they could’ve been the next ones holding all that fame. All that style, talent, attention; they just needed to practise early and, soon, he and Happiny could make names for themselves.
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”Abbbbbby,” he drolled, leaning his head back against the couch’s armrest, ”What do ya think me and Hapi should go under? Cute? Cool, maybe?”
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Abigail laughed, ”Definitely not tough.”
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Cillian wasn’t amused and neither was his pink friend. They both puffed their cheeks in unison doing, what can only be assumed as a death glare with both their eyes. ”And what makes you say that?! We can be tough if we wanted to. You’re just not scared ‘cuz you’re older.” ‘Older’ was putting it lightly — Abigail Ayers was as old as the first Pokémon itself, at least, in his adolescent head. She was old enough even to run along with their Father in missions, while he was stuck around in boring ol’ school.
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The other woman wasn’t convinced. After all, it was difficult to take the word of a sniffling kid seriously. Let alone one who cried a little more than his age after every injury. ”Sure, Cil. That’s why i’m not afraid.” She scoffed, relishing both of the scowls facing her way. Abigail hid the smile widening more as she drank her soda, before placing it down back upon the tabletop. ”Maybe in a few years you can—”
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”What is he doing still awake?”
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The sudden voice had placed one with fear and another with excitement once they cocked their heads. Cillian chirped up with, ”Dad! You’re home!” while Abigail stood up, almost breathless. Much to the contrast of his older sister, Cillian had hardly noticed their parent home. He’d always be busy and Cillian too preoccupied with schoolwork to keep track. ”I was going to put him to bed soon,” was all that Abigail could really answer with. Their Father appeared unsatisfied. And when he gazed at the television in disgust, and even more so at the Happiny hiding behind his shoulder, all that ire burned right through the older sibling’s figure. ”He’s got school,” he griped, ”You know that. And you know what watching all that nonsense does to him. I told you to lead Cillian to the right path while I was away.”
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Cillian had a strange feeling that a fight was going to happen, though nothing else came aside from his Father’s rage forming into inaudible whispers. Without much thought, Cillian rose from the balls of his feet, wiggling his toes against the soft cushion of the couch. ”D-Dad, hey. So, what do you think me and Hapi should go into? Abby doesn’t think we’re tough! Can you believe that?” He gave out a weak laugh.
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Unfortunately, his Father hadn’t replied the same. Instead, he said nothing. Only walking past the both of them with a stare that simply stated: ”You're smarter than this.”
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”He was never my Dad to begin with.” Cillian spoke this as if it was some sort of enlightenment.
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”Y-Yeah...” Abigail retorted.
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Water was supposed to taste like nothing and yet, Cillian made a displeased face setting a cup of it down. Perhaps his sister was expecting more of a ‘shocked’ return, nonetheless, he was as hard to read as a Ditto. He was never the type to exaggerate things: it all made sense when he put his Mother into the equation. Or, at least the lack thereof.
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”That’s illogical,” Cillian grumbled. ”I would’ve simply left with her then, wouldn’t I?”
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Abigail shook her head, sighing. ”You would’ve, yes. If she wasn’t sick. Dad promised he’d change his ways for you. That he wouldn’t be so fueled by greed. But, then Rocket came along and—Oh Cil, you were so young. He lost everything. Again.”
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Was he obligated to express pity? For all he knew of Abigail and his ‘Father’s’ business, they were nothing but sketchy people who hadn’t known to let go of things. If the household hadn’t wanted him to learn empathy or the concept of self, this was a perfect moment for it. Because even with Abigail’s saddened face, he felt nothing — sob stories were no excuses for her Father’s crime nor his accomplice.
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”I lost everything, Abigail. He took Hapi from me, after all these years. My dreams.” he muttered. ”And now I find out he took away my Mother?”
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He searched through every street, every center, but still, the distressed child found simply more tears. ”Hapi? Hapi?! Please, come home already!” His sister’s hand comforted his shoulder as another ugly sob escaped his lips. She told him in coos that his Happiny would find their way back, she just knew it.
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They were best friends after all, and those relationships always came with a natural instinct to know where the other was. But, even a child as young as Cillian realised her consolation was all fluff. It was meant to make him feel better and, in a way, it slightly had. He just never believed Hapi would get stage fright just from the mock contests they’d done. Maybe he pushed them too hard, maybe Hapi’s heart was never in it, it was only him and this was the rough end of figuring that out.
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Cillian wouldn’t know. The thought of never knowing had made him weep again, burying his face under his sister’s sleeve.
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”But… how?”
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The thud Cillian’s backpack made sounded lighter than his heartbeat. There his Father and sister were, ready to leave the house, something pink and round behind them, albeit much bigger than Cillian remembered. He knew what he saw, though. And from the look of them, they did, too.
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”H-Hapi…?”
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Cillian was no child anymore. He was eighteen with much fewer ambitions than he had as a tyke. Even in his youth, he was remarked as a genius, which had made a proud Father. It was one of the rare times Cillian personally saw his parent’s smile. When the Chansey’s shock widened more, he took the initiative to run towards them, caring not of the questions and more of the desperate need to give them a hug. His Father blocked him. Abigail seemed as if she wanted to say something, though she silenced herself immediately.
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”This isn’t your Happiny anymore, Cillian.”
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Cillian refuted that, trying to push past them. ”What do you mean?! I know Hapi when I see them. Where did you find them?”
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His Father blocked him again. ”Chansey was never lost. I kept them.”
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Perhaps Cillian misheard him.
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”Huh…?”
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”You were clearly too attached to it, and it was getting in the way of your future. I merely decided that training them for Rocket would be more productive on both ends. I was correct.”
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Cillian shook his head in disbelief. ”You’re joking. You have to be.” There was a slight shake in Cillian’s voice. Everyone knew his Father never laughed. ”Of course, I was attached to them. They were my best friend. My first partner! They were Mom’s—” his statement stopped. It might’ve been better that way, considering his Father’s expression simply seethed by the name. With all Cillian’s might, he finally pushed away from the other man, his sister in dread by the whole situation.
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”Forget it. Hapi! I can’t believe you’re h—”
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”Psychic. Get him out of the way already.”
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Cillian’s body froze.
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It lifted into the air until it was tossed away near a corner. His sister ran to him in a gasp, picking up that the shock itself had made him weary and at a loss of words. She knelt down putting his head against her lap. ”Dad, what’s wrong with you? I told you, you should’ve just been honest!” His Father hadn’t said anything. It was clear he was somewhat regretful of his actions, taking only a couple of glances at the unconscious teenager, though his intentions were a different story. ”He wouldn’t learn that way, Abigail. He could use his potential somewhere. Instead of wasting it away as his Mother did. That’s what she didn’t understand.” he fussed, ”And, besides. It’s too late for apologies. You know I have to go back to headquarters.”
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Abigail had, though she hadn’t wanted to say it. She grimaced at the other. ”And just what exactly do you think he’ll do now?”
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He swung open the door, giving one short peek before leaving alongside Chansey.
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”The same thing i’ve worked so long to convince him to do. Fix this. Banette can assure him it was all a nightmare.”

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”Cil… i’m sorry. You must be mad at me, right?”
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Of course, he was, but Cillian hadn’t bothered to say it. He wiggled around on the couch to get more comfortable, the same one he’d jump on filled with so much inspiration and energy, staring opposite of the woman across from him. In his Father’s ideal world, this would’ve been the part where he shows his full support for their cause. In his one, he would’ve been holding hands with his Happiny in joy for their first real contest.
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But now, he was relishing the quiet amongst a guilt-stricken sister who chose to work for the organisation he despised more than anything.
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”No, no. I’m not upset. Not at you.” Cillian replied, rather dully. His attention slowly directed itself to his sister, leaving a devilish glint that, oddly, Abigail felt as if she didn’t like.
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”Abigail, I think i’ve finally decided.” he continued, ”I'm going for 'Tough.'”
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⮞ listened to a lot of industry baby and drunk while writing this 😌
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⮞ essentially groomed by his father to be serious most of the time. eventually gave up his dream to be a coordinator until recently having more "pragmatic" reasons in becoming one.
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⮞ not shy to make bold fashion statements. while he's in contests, he wears personally commissioned knight-like armour, specialising in tough and cleverness. has a charming demeanour to fans, is harsh and arrogant anywhere else.
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⮞ moved to hoenn in his teen years.
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⮞ has a niche fanbase composed of mixed genders. meeting cillian often in contests has been described as "a royal experience", generally trying to give off prince vibes.
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⮞ father worked for old team rocket, though was once mostly undercover. currently owns cillian's first (and stolen) partner, hapi. his whereabouts are unknown, older sister still works for them.
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⮞ Father's (now known to be his step-father) first marriage ended in an affair. According to his sister, his personality drastically changed after that. Cillian's own Mother was the attempt of a cure but, unfortunately, her illness had only made Team Rocket the catalyst.
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⮞ outside of performing, cillian is known to be sarcastic and somewhat aloof. not of a fan of forming close relationships and often spends time alone.
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⮞ has every intention to use his influence against rocket and their organisation. has little sympathy over the people who choose to work there out of spite. debatable if he's described as "heroic" with how he does his actions. wants to be nothing like his selfish father, though is hypocritical with his own mindset. the idea of being "nothing" terrifies him.
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⮞ honour student, incredibly smart.
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⮞ is not physically adept, however, and nor is he really too equipped for battles. he focuses more on strategy, less on "spur of the moment" type situations which can be a major downside.