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★ Early Years ★

    Frail, deathly ill and prematurely born; A purebred just not good enough for the family that he was born into, they wanted perfection and they got back barely alive. For the first night of his life, the hold of the nurses were the only warmth he'd felt, the NICU all he knew of, his life as a relinquished ward of the state began. From the very jump, the sickly kitten knew no warmth or love and only the four walls of the hospital, in and out of surgeries and heavily watched for any sign of his bad health returning. It was an awful start to his childhood, but it was all he knew and like any child, he'd make the best of the situation.

He'd earned his name from the parents that had left him, leaving a sour taste on his tongue to be named after a father who'd never existed to him. It was perhaps the real reason he took to the nickname 'Angel' so fondly, it was a small pet name he got from the nurses when they watched how the skitty went around and kept spirits up with other children. With the passing of months, their little angel grew healthier and healthier, to the point where he could finally leave the confines of the hospital and begin a changed life with a family. It wasn't without it's issues of course- Everyone had met the children who'd arrived from foster homes, had heard their stories and had learned about the system from an unlikely place int he world, it spooked many of the kids and they already had families to return to so when Angel heard these stories, it only bothered him more. He was ready for challenges but this scared him, the change, the potential bad life he could have, all of it was unfamiliar and such a foreign concept that when the services came to issue him to his new home, he wasn't having any of it. Angel began to act up, he'd hiss at everyone and reject the idea of being placed anywhere, in an extreme act of discomfort, he'd even bite at people... Services believed he was a bad child and warned potential fosters who wanted to house him which created a fear factor and kept everyone away. Angel continued to remain within the hospital until a special family came by. They'd raised an immense amount of troubled youth and happily took him.

Much to the opposition of the same services that were trying to hard to home him. Mainly for the reason of species- The family were the Tiegrim's. Now, don't get anything wrong here, the Tiegrim's were a delightful unit of foster parents who worked part time as Tailors and cleaners, however they were Arcanine's. This was a skitty... Social services were concerned about how well he'd fair when placed into their home but eventually had to give way and hope for the best. It was interesting to say the least- Angel didn't throw as large a fit as they assumed he would and things went remotely smoothly in transition, with the young child finding comfort in how he was spoken to and treated. Giving in and hoping for the best.

The husband and wife did a fine job of raising him, kept him happy and healthy and treated him like a part of their family instead of just a source of income... This could be questioned by outsiders of course, till the day they really showed him how much they loved him. The Arcanine's income for fostering were cut short, services disbanded due to it being hard to provide to foster families and they faced the choice to volunteer foster him- Or to adopt him. They did talk about it but they knew angel wouldn't fair well outside of their home, ultimately deciding to make him an official part of the family. It was then that young Angel, became Riivih Tiegrim.

★ Teen Years★

    Childhood went smoother than him than it did for most his age. No bullies, no worries, just able to live as a happy kid. The only difference was that growing up, he had to work since he'd been adopted and funds for the family became scarce. Working hard, Angel learned the family trade and became efficient at repairing any type of cloth, making adjustments, adding a variety of things from zippers to buttons and having a knack for free hand designing on his free time. Both his parents were proud of him but they knew his childhood had vanished before any of them could pay it any mind, leaving him now a teenager in a public school with very little people skills.

That's when the trouble began.

Loving on everyone had come naturally until he reached public school, that's when the teasing began and the angry kitty came out to the surface. Not only was Angel extremely misunderstood, but he was bullied for having arcanine parents, he was bullied for wanting to be close to others and all that bullying effected both his work and his education. Not many students worked with their families and for the most part? Not at all... They were busy playing video games and running around still, learning who they were or what they wanted to become- While Angel knew what he was going to be when he grew up already and was going home to work after every school day. When other kids misbehaved, he behaved and they just were not fond of him at all. He was smart to an extent but all the constant bullying had him pay mind to classes, less and less until not at all anymore. Public school continued to be rough into his older teen years, however by then- Angel had changed.

His parents still loved him to no extent but he became troubled, he fell in love with the wrong people and he got his heart crushed and any trust he was willing to give out, given a lock and key. Angel didn't want to be like this, but the change was needed to survive. Kids grew up, they became dangerous, hateful and vile... Angel took to the streets eventually to earn more money, working as a street shoe shiner or tailor or anything that could get him an extra coin in his pocket; With the extra work, Angel had to learn to survive the harsh city streets, had to learn to fight, to talk right, to act right and how and where to go and when. It continued like this until he got into a fight with the wrong person and his family (Who at this point had a litter of growlithe of their own running around) decided that it was time to move. Time for a fresh start. Time to give Angel another chance at a normal life like he deserved. That was when they moved to [Pkmn-skies] in hopes of turning this troubled kitty into a respectable adult. There, they opened up their new shop, an all covered repair shop for shoes, clothes, outfits you name it and in the hopes that Angel would one day own it, they named it "[insert cheesy name here]" in hopes that the angel based name would show their support.

★ Adult Years ★

    The move helped settle the skitty; It helped refine him into a fine adult and teach him to ease down from the way of life in the city, in order to transition to life in the country. It was calming, there was no need to throw a fuss or behave badly anymore and thus, the end of angry angel-

Or so they would have liked to think.

Village living brought a new Angel to life. Where he was initially able to spend all his anger into fighting, now everything was vented out by his words, knowing better than to start fights in this small village but that didn't stop him from swinging with his words. Angel is known to hiss and flare up when you argue with him, he keeps his claws under control but he's a very angry adult in different ways. He tries to keep everyone out of his life, pushing people as far from him as he can in hopes to be alone- However, he knows better and his family does as well. They see him for who he is. Angel is usually busy babysitting his siblings, all 5 of them are great children but full of energy, which gives him a great way to waste his own by rough housing with the group and playing jumprope with the girls who didn't- he'll be seen around town shopping with them or going trick or treating but for the most part, it's clear where his heart is and who he trusts. If not for his family, his only friends are a business owner who's a tyranitar and a small, probably 14 year old dewott he made good friends with... It's hard to trust and he doesn't want to open up easy.

While his family hopes that he'll eventually settle down and make a family of his own, Angel is still unsure of who he is in life, he's hoping that the people of this village will help him find out.

NSFW History

   "The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." Papers crinkled in hand as the report was straightened in the clammy palms of the young skitty, trying to hold his own against the jeering glares of the students that already took every word, every thought, every breath that the feline gave out and made him rethink if it was worth it. "Misinterpretation has led us to believe the families we are born into are the only choice of family we have." From the back, a loud howling remark, a litten peer couldn't contain his out-lashing opinion and much to the other students, he yelled out "OH, here we go again with this! If you don't like being an orphan, find a family, you nerd!" Harsh words were ushered by the teacher, her interest set on the paper and it's delivery to an audience with so little care for the trembling feline and the emotions that drained from his face, the burn in his belly and the burning rash of embarrassment, hot against his face. For what felt like the millionth time the words of children became a white noise as he pushed forward, his skill of ignoring the pain of words becoming key to survival in this battleground called school. "When in truth, this quote should be empowered for we do not choose the families we are born into... we do not control if they do not want us to grow up a certain way... or if they even want us." Crying was foreign; Searing pain did not stop from cutting up his spine but the reaction was slow... dulled down into a pained pull of his claws into the soft flesh of his palms as he formed a fist to keep contained. "The brothers of the battlefield and the bonds they make, the blood they shed together, the pain they feel makes them as if they are one and if we do not embrace the truth than we are no more than our enemies who breed to create soldiers."

BRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNGGG!'

    Cheesy as it was, he was saved by the bell as he came up on the cusp of his essay and finally let his grip subside and his breathing return to normal. It had been a long month within this new school for the young male, his 4th foster mother had proudly displayed him as her foster son while registering at the facility for the first time and despite his requests to have it kept quiet, soon everyone knew of who he was. An orphan... or rather, a ward of the town. Rumors, taunts and bullies followed after kids connected his face to his loud and outgoing foster mother who went on and on about the 'amazing love and care' she gave her foster children, using the word 'Foster' often and as if she was speaking of a pet. It felt like swallowing a stone to stand there and hear her go on about his life as if it were a bedtime story and not a real event, and if only she'd respected him enough to not say anything, then maybe he would be able to just be a child.

He went back to his foster home with a rough black eye and a puffy lip. It was by far a good day to the skitty, he hadn't been crammed into a locker or forced to eat worms, a black eye was a walk in the park compared to worm dinner or tight, enclosed, metal spaces. The bad days came without hesitation, buffeting him, drowning him and thus, just even now as he walked back to his housing unit, he couldn't contain the dejected smile that he wore when he felt happy to have not had worse than a beating. Home was the Margarie's home, a lavish two story house with ample space to run around in and in the backyard of. With the illusion of a happy home, his guardian's raised their two sons and daughter on the funds of the town for their contribution to society when they took in a foster child and gave them a home... If only they knew how much he wished to return to the cold tower of metal, floors upon floors of pristine rooms, wooden beds and chests full of toys. A family home within the city, brimming with over a dozen children per floor, blind to the strangers who accepted them into their homes and stole away their happiness. "ANGEL-" Pausing quickly, tired mint eyes rose to see miss Margarie glaring down from the upper balcony once he'd stepped in, her lip pulled with disgust as if she'd seen a bug. "You're Filthy and I want you to go wash, now. The money I get from you isn't to clean up the blood stains you'd leave on your sheets. Shoo." A quiet 'yes ma'am' was muttered before he'd hugged his backpack tightly and scurried off to his room to wash up.

It was normal. The treatment grew as normal as anyone would think and the only fond memories were his time within the hospital where he'd been left after birth, left to find his footing in the confines of the four white walls and learn from his younger years that adults were not safe and children were cruel, even within the hospital where his good memories rested, he'd been bullied by others to the point of needing to be housed separately. Despite that, he still would go out of his way to ensure others were happy and had company because in the silence, Angel became self destructive and broke on levels deeper than many could comprehend. Stepping away from his memories that splintered under the attention, the feline shut himself up in the dingy spare room he'd been housed in, head banging against the door as it shut closed and his heaving chest accompanied the silence of his crying as thick, transparent globs drizzled down his short, bloodied, pink fur. Alone again, the skitty turned away from the door, wiping his face and calming his outburst with the fear of being seen if Margarie or her children barged into the room and spotted him crying, the thought of being reprimanded for it came as a natural fear. Drinking in his fear, the cat haphazardly tossed his bag onto the floor beside his bed and sat with his eyes closed and head tilted up towards the ceiling before crippling in a huge wave of his released stress of the day, it flooded out of him, his spine weak to the pressure as he dropped back against the calming covers that swallowed him up like the sea's around this damned peninsula.

Despite on the solid surface of the bed, the skitty's mind had traveled past his physical body since the moment he laid down, the covers like actual waves lapping over him and in his mind's eye, he was sinking. The cold of the room grew to an icy frigid sense as the blues and whites of the vast ocean continued to drag him, sinking, drowning- Snapped to attention, the normal type perked back to attention as he'd just lost his air and shot back into reality with a cold sweat... he'd been imagining it, the silence had already began to creep it's unnerving fingers up his spine and grasp around his throat in a way that was only real in his reality. Shuddering, shaking and left alone to his own devices still, he curled up in the corner of his bed... Alone... Just like he deserved of course- There was reasons why his parents hadn't wanted him after all... Sick... small... useless to their design for a strong child and yet all they had gotten was the wrong stats on their hatchling and continued on in pursuit to breed a perfect child, possibly a daughter, in hopes to raise them for pageants and events. Hands cupped tightly around his body as if to protect himself from the wild winds blistering his thoughts through his memories, thinking back to all he'd heard, anything he'd known of them. Hands raised to cup around his ears as if to shield them from the harmless thoughts. No matter where he was, he was always putting up his defenses, cladding every inch and part of him in the armor of any scrap he could find to salvage his life and try to live and recapture his sanity.

Slapping the sides of his head as if to force the bad from it, the young skitty screamed with muted words, jaws unhinged in a silent scream from the pain, tears returning as his brain worked on overdrive, informing him of the many reasons why he was in the life he currently lived, repeating over and over and over in his head about how he was absolutely worthless in the eyes of so many people, he only served as a stepping stone for them to use to pass over and continue on with their lives while he was choking in the thick sludge of the bog that was reality and entering into his own. Still, without control, he tried to suppress the voices in his head that laughed, that jeered, that told him to suffer and deal with the pain he deserved for all that he'd caused in the lives of others.

"NO MORE!" Screaming out was the only way to shatter the numbing pain that wore him out, causing him to gasp and sputter, drool hanging from his jaws like some rabid creature that had been left to stalk in it's starvation, back and forth in a small cage. Curling inwardly, the male shook his head, shivering viciously. "No more... please... I don't... no-...no." The desperate pleas fell on his own deaf ears as the voices only retracted for long enough to reclaim his posture and try to scramble to find himself a distraction, yanking out book after book and digging into his homework to try to clash against the encroaching screams in his ear that stilled his heart and filled him with shallow breathing as if eyes were on the back of his head and peering into his every insecurity. His every fault line to sink into and create a home inside of. Angel was not weak, he was strong, he fought the voices at every turn and tried to fit into society while year after year, the world turned their back to him and attached weights to his outreaching hands while he begged for the help of those around him. Year... after year.... after year passed him by, each year plucking a few dozen feathers from this Angel's wings until he was naked to the world, covered in oil and burning below his own sensory overload, each and every day.

Those wings became bone, hardened into steel and placed against his spine to make this own sweet child into a cold, unemotional and easily aggravated by anyone who stepped into his isolated, personal circle.

Even when picked up by the Eneco family, the damage was too deep to completely undo- They learned to work around it, to understand where he was coming from, to TRY to help him but all he saw was the enemy- pigs leading him to his slaughter and he rebuked their love and attention despite how his crippled heart cried out in pain for desire of comfort. Therapy, doctors, family time, everything was tried and they didn't give up despite knowing all the wrongs that had happened to him in his foster homes prior, the mental and physical abuse, the lack of love, it drank him to death and left a dried out version of him behind. Chai and Artemis Eneco gave him enough space to not have him feel suffocated by their interest in loving him, they just knew the second they laid eyes on the young teenager that this was their son. They just felt it, which made it all the harder to watch him continue to behave as if he did not understand love, hissing, scratching, anything to tell them to back off from him and fuck off. The streets were where he was most comfortable, keen on the city trash that he'd grown to trust, the ones who'd fed him, lured him into a false sense of security- They were REAL like he was, they understood his struggle and didn't pretend to know what it was like others had in his life and above all, they remained in it. Angel was led to believe these were friends.... blinded by his need for approval from those he did trust. Too blind to see he was being used.

Lanky body, able to work into tight spaces, stealthy, quick footed and able to escape the most insane situations- Angel was their asset. Snatching from anyone he was told to at first to earn his stay, he didn't think too much of it, his morality had taken a hard hit by their manipulation of his trust and stealing became physically harming others so another 'friend' could take them down and mug them. Age didn't mean anything to them, from young he was told to get rid of people in the dark of night with nothing more than whatever his sleek body could hold onto. Angel was only as strong as he was experienced, face to face combat would lead to long months at the house, being nursed back to health; While behind the back with a knife led to victories. Angel was dexterous, when grappled it's easy for him to slink free and scramble away unless you have a good grasp on him but one hit can cause fatal damage, his body still sick from the years of abuse and even older years of medical bills piled up around his legal name.

That was all it took.

It only took one... one bad job, Angel was just suppose to take out the leader from behind. An aggron a little bit smarter than all of them combined, could tell they would try to get rid of him in the fastest way possible and the spine where Angel aimed was reinforced with steel plating that cast his knife off to a noisy clatter on the side. The air stilled as the eyes of the grim reaper glared down in pits of red at him, turning and with a single swing, quicker than he could react to, impaled his chest with a fist covered in long, blade like spears, through his ribs and yanked him up to be face to face with him, smiling at the failed assassination and allowing the cat to slide off his fist. Like a weighted bag he crumpled and fell to the ground, blood in thick blackened red pools, from eyes, nose, mouth and wound... Nobody would mistake the skitty for alive, presumed dead instantly as his sight blurred and he lost it all.

Except, this was not his grim reaper and his heart had been missed. Waking from the cold grasp of blood loss, the cat screamed, his scream more of a roar as he pried his bloodied body off the cement and dragged himself, pulling, fighting, refusing to die while he tried to ignore the trapdoor below him that threatened to drag him into a false reality and trick him to give in to the voices of doubt. Fighting for his life, his body crumpled at the side of the road, covered in grit just outside the warehouse doors where a stranger spotted him and his vision blotted out. He'd been left to rot, nobody cared to see if he had survived or died but this stranger.... this stranger was no stranger. Artemis had been out searching for him when he said he'd be 'home' at a certain time, cradling his dying son into his arms and taking him to the emergency room, never leaving his side as he was stitched up, doped with medicine, recovering... and.... healing his heart. Death would have claimed him if not for Artemis' love and never giving up on searching and trying to do the best for him, Angel recovered from his short coma in order to see that his stranger, his hero... was his Father. His one and only. Tears had been void of his body for years and for the first time in a decade or some, they welled, swelling to the surface as the son wrapped his arms around his father and cried for the lost child inside of him that had been suffering for so long, repressed to the years of suffering and in a sense... Finally freed.

Moving came quickly after, moving out as far as they could pack up and go for Angel's safety, knowing that as soon as these dangerous men found out about the skitty being alive, they'd come for him. Chai and Artemis adopted him and headed across the world to start from scratch, settling down in a peaceful town near another called Springleaf. The first year went smoothly and Angel had the time to properly heal in a new setting, the second year went by better and by the third, they opened a small shop in Springleaf and well... That's where Angel worked and met his first friend.

(♥) yes! || (★) maybe/depends || (○) no