Pontius Pilate, Roman Governor Superstar Apr 24, 2013 22:20:05 GMT -5
Post by pontiuspilate on Apr 24, 2013 22:20:05 GMT -5
Name: Pontius Pilate
Trainer class: Roman Governor
Physical description: I am a tall and imposing man with dark eyes and dark hair. I keep myself well-groomed and well-perfumed, as befitting of a Roman governor. If the leaders of the state do not keep themselves well-groomed, how should we expect the dirty masses to respect us? My usual outfit is a dark magenta velvet cape with a high collar, linked by gold pendants and a chain between them, a purple velvet shirt, a pair of dark jeans, and leather sandals. And of course, to show my high station, around my head is wreathed a golden laurel.
Personality: Being of a high station, my obedience to the laws of my land is paramount. That said, my station does allow me some degree of superiority over the common masses, and I act upon it. Be that with insults, parodies, or simply superior remarks, I am not the type to allow the commoners to believe themselves equal to my peers and me. I enjoy pointing out the hypocrisies and philosophical faults of those I meet - it helps me to maintain my superiority, mentally and politically.
I believe in the power of mortals to change the world. Gods are but creations of man, myth-fueled mutant Pokemon with no true power. Therefore, those that believe in Legendary Pokemon are mad, delusional fools. Fun to laugh at, though.
History: Pontius Pilate was actually born Eito Miyagi, the heir to the fortune of one of the richest families in Kuhre, in a luxury hospital in Chervil Town. As Eito grew up, he was heavily pampered, with everything he could ever want given to him at a whim and being waited on hand and foot by maids and butlers. He wasn't a mean child, though he was inexcusably spoiled. His father was always working, but his mother was always around him, shaping his life to be just like her under the guise of love.
Eito never really understood why, at least not until he was older, when his characteristic eye of judgement, of seeing everything in harsh reality, developed. But as he did grow, he realized it was probably due to many factors - his mother's relative weakness in the relationship between herself and her husband, her jealousy of Eito's definite greater borrowing from his father's side of the gene pool, his mother's sadness that she wasn't really involved with her son(though she never reduced the number of servants, because she couldn't care for a child all on her own, of course, the hypocrisy of which she must have realized, and which also probably contributed to her guilt), but most especially, her guilt about not contributing any money or work to her and her husband's marriage. Due to all of this guilt, she acted out in various self-justified ways, such as a myriad of affairs, the abuse of her servants whom she felt were taking her son away from her, and alcoholism, all of which were noticed by Eito's discerning, judging eye.
Not that Eito ever really cared for his mother; in his youth, she was just another loving face amongst the nannies, and in his teens, she was an empty shell of a woman drowning her insecurities in foolish, inexcusable activities, pretending to love her son so she could feel justified about them. She was miserable, and worse, she was rich, too, so she was supposed to be a shining example to the masses; instead, she was just a mess. Nor did he really like his father, or even actually know him, because they rarely even saw each other, and when they did, it was only courtesy that linked him with his tall, imposing father. Though, from what he did know, his father was a good businessman, always netting the highest Pokedollars from every deal. Nor did Eito particularly care for his servants - they were all just smiling faces with money-fueled hearts and emotions, similar to his mother, but for them, he did not feel such intense disgust. After all, they were just doing their jobs, which Eito could respect. Everyone had a job to do; his father, business; his mother, caring; and himself, Eito, judging, sneering.
So, since the human beings in Eito's life were either never around, forgettable masks of caring, or shells of bored misery, he devoted his time to books and games filled with fictional characters, whose stories were far more exciting than his own. Of course, under Eito's vulture eye, he saw them for their truths - figments of imagination, molded by words and letters. They weren't actually real, but they allowed him to escape from boredom, and from false faces, and from uncaring shadows, and from miserable creatures. And, in his youth, from the inescapable monotony of a lack of challenge, sending him to a land of adversity and strong emotions, a fresh breath contrasting against the stuffiness of wealthy ease. As Eito grew older, and his sharp eye sharper, he realized it was all false - the problems were just pretend, the concern he felt was for mannequins - and, though he tried to ignore it, ignorance was always pierced again and again by that judging eye, that curse of reality that was impossible to bury. It was all just papers stacked on papers splashed with ink formulated by a man across the world, and it was all fake, it was all artificial emotion. It was all just false faces, uncaring shadows, and miserable creatures.
But at least it wasn't boring.
But one day that all changed. While searching around for something new to pretend to care about, Eito found a movie - Mew Christ Superstar. Eito had read about Mew, the legendary Pokemon that had allegedly created all life on the world. Some argued it was actually Arceus, and others believed it was the magical tears of Pokemon. Of course, it was all baseless prattle, uninteresting and contrived myths of the masses, which Eito didn't care for. However, the myths themselves were interesting enough, at least because of how much they were referenced in other works, so he read them. But this Mew Christ Superstar was something different. Something flagrantly offensive, at least as he interpreted it, something that might be interesting. Possibly. Hopefully.
Perhaps that last final, hope-filled wish was what finally managed to cloud that eagle eye. Eito never believed in hope, or wishes, as when they were in the front of his mind they were shot down instantly by reason, but perhaps, in the back of his mind, where the eye of knowledge could not see, that wish corrupted his eyes, as for the first time since his adolescence, after watching that movie, Eito's eye was clouded - clouded by tears, and clouded by emotion. The character, this Pontius Pilate, was believable, the character was real, at least to Eito, as in that cloudy reflection, reflected from the television across the lenses of his eye, of his judging eye, Eito saw himself, saw Pontius Pilate, saw his true self, unclouded, and saw who he truly wanted to be.
The obsession started with little more than cosplay, at least outwardly. Dressing himself up like Pontius Pilate, going to conventions, spending outrageous amounts of his parents' money, things like that. He began to use his Pokemon as cosplay tools as well, dressing them in luxurious clothing to be his Roman patricians and plebeians and his Jews, Judases, and Mews, and anything else he needed to be part of his convention entourages. His favorite by far, however, was his stoic Pawniard companion, whom Eito named Legionary. Legionary could play any role perfectly and without complaint, but Eito's favorite for him, though it was not in the spotlight, was as a simple soldier. Legionary had the looks and the inherent personality for it to boot, making him perfect for the job.
At first, his family was happy. They saw it as a way for Eito to get out of the house and meet new people, and do new things. It cost a lot, but they had a lot, and it was all going to go to him after they died, anyway, so why should it matter when and how he spent it. However, things quickly started to spiral out of control. Cosplays and conventions stopped being enough for Eito, though he kept up with them. He began to dress like Pontius Pilate, speak like Pontius Pilate, and act like Pontius Pilate even more than he was originally. His discerning eye sharpened further, his sneer curved higher, and his personality became more edged and aggressive. He would outwardly express his disgust with his mother, and openly speak against his father. They wanted to stop it, but the behaviors had been nurtured, and now were too far ingrained to be removed.
The last straw was when Eito took the final step, and changed his name legally to Pontius Pilate. His family had had enough of their son's behavior, enough of his drain on their assets, and most especially, enough of that hideously piercing eye, the eye that saw them for who they truly were, as no others could, the eye that saw through their riches and their power to lay bare for them their very own souls through simple remarks. They offered him an ultimatum - his identity as Pontius Pilate, or his heir to the throne of riches.
He chose his identity.
With naught but a sharply-written letter and few words of purest hatred to his parents as a legacy to his old self, Pontius washed his hands of his old life and began anew, taking with him only some supplies, money, and his only true friend, Legionary. Gone were the days of Eito, and now were the days of Pontius Pilate, executor of Roman will.
Held item: None
Special Moves: None
Outfit: As a soldier of the Roman empire, he wears the proper Legionary outfit. Though he is naturally armored, he also wears the traditional red skirt and wields an ornamental rectangular shield imprinted with 'SPQR' on his left arm, with a golden laurel wreathed around his head.
Nature: Calm - he has a particularly high special defense, but a lowered attack. He stays levelheaded and serious in the face of adversity, and serves his master unquestionably.
Inventory: A bright red-and-gold tent with 'SPQR' sewn into it, a leather whip to punish lawbreakers, a set of luxury cloths, rich travel rations, other miscellaneous trainer items(pokeballs, potions, etc), and a bowl for water in case of emergency hand-washing.
Other information: He's not really a Roman governor.
Speech color: #99182C
Badges: I have none yet. But I shall soon collect them all, and this region will belong to the glorious Roman empire!
Likes: Making fun of people, Rome, being powerful, luxury
Dislikes: Poor people, gods, the unwashed masses, coarseness or difficulty, Etruscans, misguided martyrs, innocent puppets
Family: I have none, and I have no need of one.
Hair: Black and fairly long.
Goals: To conquer this land and end the oppressive rule of the legendary 'gods' that keep you fools in check.