CD App: Trace Flynn

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_{Name : Trace August Flynn
Nickname : Tracy, Tracey
Age : 26
Birthday : January 2nd
Gender : Male
Species : #571 - Zoroark   
Height : 6'1"
Weight : 153 lbs.
Pets : Jazz & Raoul}

 _Comedian:

<sub>“The man with a million faces” as he is occasionally called, Tracy is famous for his comedy shows. With his quick wit and charismatic charm, he entertains audiences with his comedic stand up shows, these often consisting of Trace’s prewritten comedy bits or simply improv, usually asking the audience for suggestions and then acting out funny scenes with those suggestions. Trace’s ability to shape shift aids in his performances, especially when playing different characters or poking fun at a subject.  

 PROMOTION 

 Solicitor:</sub> 

_{With a charming smile and positive attitude, Trace works to gain positive publicity for the circus, going out into town to spread the word about this wondrous place. Be it singing in local bars, shifting into various circus stars, or just chatting in casual conversation, Trace uses his natural showmanship to get people excited about this new Circus that just rolled into town.}
 

_{Tracy was a famous performer, who had a crippling case of paranoia due to being mugged a year earlier.  Due to his skittish nature, he accidentally shot a man. He wished he had “never pulled the trigger” and was instantly brought back in time to the point right before he killed the stranger, sparing the man’s life, and his own conscious.} 

_Backfire:

_{Two days later, the papers revealed that the man Trace spared went on to murder five innocent people, including three men, a woman, and a child. In fact, they were all people Trace knew personally, all fellow performers, all his friends, gone. Upon learning this Trace was struck with overwhelming guilt, knowing that it was his fault that five of his friends were dead. However this was not the worst of it. Later on the five voices of the victims began to creep back inside Trace’s ears, these “ghosts” reminding him of what he did. Trace now has to live with these five unwelcome guests, and does his best to keep them from getting into his conversations, all the while having to listen as they never let the zoroark forget that he didn’t pull the trigger. While in the Circus, the voices in Trace’s head are lessoned, Trace hearing them like haunting whispers over his shoulder. However upon leaving the grounds for too long, the voices can come back screaming, flooding the Zoroark's ears and driving him deaf with the noise.} 

_{WISH DETAILS}

_{● Outside the Circus Grounds, Trace’s backfire can kick in at any time. It is random, from 6 hours to 30 minutes.}

_{● Once Trace’s backfire kicks in, the screaming in his ears comes in the form of attacks, with each attack becoming more intense than the last. These attacks incapacitate him, drilling into his head and making his ears bleed. These attacks only cease once Trace has returned to the Circus grounds.}

_{● Trace’s "ghosts" were all fellow performers, most singers, actors, and close friends of Trace. They include Sylvester Thrasher the Houndoom, Woodrow Gunther the Typhlosion, Diego Twig the Grovyle, Katherine Kidd the Mightyena, and finally her young son Tommy Kidd the Poochyena. He refers to these “ghosts” as “the ones who will never be, because of me”.}

_{● ||Ghost Reference||}

_Positives:

_{-Gentleman: Trace takes pride in his good manners and chivalry.} 

_{-Bold: Usually willing to volunteer when no one else will. Trace does not mind to step out of his comfort zone when no one else is willing to.} 

_{-Original: Trace absolutely adores coming up with improv acts and comedy bits. He loves to experiment with new styles, constantly finding new ways to stick out in the crowd.}

_{-Aesthetic/Showman: Trace loves looking his best, dressing in his favorite custom-gold suit and blue bow tie. He is flamboyant and injects artistic creativity into his words and actions. For him every day is a performance, and he loves to put on a show.} 

_{-Romantic: Trace believes that the world was made to be felt and experienced.} 

_{-Observant: Trace is a natural when it comes to observation, his focus always on the people and environment around him. He is able to notice the “real”: tangible things and actions.} 

_{-Pokemon Person: Trace is talkative, witty, and almost never runs out of things to discuss. He loves to pay attention to pokemon, and is most happy when spending time with the pokemon he enjoys being with.}

_Negatives: 

 _{-Paranoid: Ever since a mugging experience in an alleyway, Trace is paranoid. Trace suffers from an excessive avoidance to what he deems dangerous in fear of what may happen, especially after the events of his wish. This includes dark places, shady looking pokemon, and any firearms of any sort. Upon reaching a particularly dark area, the frightened zoroark will halt dead in his tracks, refusing to budge as his fear prevents him from moving a single muscle forward. Upon seeing a shady figure, the normally friendly mon will turn completely around on his heels and speed walk in the other direction. When it comes to firearms, he tends to immediately slip away from them, in fear of either being hurt himself or watching another get hurt instead. The sound of a gun shot will also spook Trace, causing him to jump like a frightened cat fearing for his life. Other tendencies include triple checking to make sure his room is securely locked at night and leaving a candle lit.} 

_{-Arrogant: Trace knows he's good, and he's not against showing off.}

_{-Prissy: Having lived in the spotlight for most of his life, Tracy is used to the typical posh lifestyle of a stage performer. Life in the Circus was therefore a shock to his systems, causing the Zoroark to behave rather prissily or spoiled from time-to-time. His cleanliness relates to that of a feline.} 

_{-Sensitive: Trace is strongly emotional and is very vulnerable to criticism. Whenever he feels as if he has been backed into a corner he can react badly.} 

_{-Averse to Conflict: Trace will sometimes ignore and avoid conflict completely. He does his best to not get in a fight, and will say what’s needed to escape the situation, moving on to something more enjoyable. Through this, Trace hides his pained/unpleasant emotions, keeping his happy-go-lucky mask on around others.} 

_{-Easily Bored: Trace considers his job playtime. When not preforming, Trace can become bored easily, and without constant excitement he tends to find ways to create it himself. This tendency usually causes him to perform risky actions, engage in self-indulgent behaviors, and bask in the pleasure of the moment.} 

<sub>-Impulsive: Trace lives in the moment; long-term tasks are a definite challenge for him. He will rarely bother to take the time to plan things ahead and consider their consequences.


+Likes : performing, telling jokes, writing, singing, parties, people in general, coffee, the color gold, bow ties, hats, suits, pianos, shifting into important people for fun. 
-Dislikes : any dark places, shady figures, firearms, pushy people, paparazzi, liars, blood, violence.</sub> 

_{Hometown : Castelia City, Unova
Family : Diana Flynn (Zoroark Mother), David Flynn (Lucario Father), Phillip Flynn (Younger Zorua brother), and August Flynn (Shiny Zoroark Grandfather)}

_{It was a dark and stormy night, just without the storm. Gold lights flickered on and off from upon a flashy theater sign. The young star slipped out the back, not wanting to grab the attention of his camera holding fans out front, crowding under the brightly lit sign with his name glowing like a banner. He stood there in the alleyway staring worriedly into the cold, dark, secluded space. It had been only a year since he had been mugged in an alleyway such as this. The thugs had beaten him to a pulp, running off just before help arrived. He had been paranoid ever since that day, and so vowed never to be caught off guard again. He now carried a small hand pistol with him at all times, except while performing, of course. He never believed he could actually shoot anyone, but knew that a thug wouldn’t mug an armed man. It took a long time for Trace to mentally debate the situation, even considering facing the crowds out front if it meant avoiding this. However, a few moments later, he hesitantly peeked his foot out and off the small concrete platform, his head looking this way and that to see if the coast was clear, before bee-lining towards the light. With his shoulders crunched and his hand pressed against his coat covered pistol, he very quickly sped walked towards the exit of the ally way, just wanting to be out and back into the open as soon as possible. Then the most unexpected thing happened to him; he felt a thick hand gripping itself onto his shoulder. He jumped, and before he knew what he was doing, he spun around, the pistol drawn, and his finger pulled tightly against the trigger. The lifeless body then lay upon the ground. His eyes shot wide, something like a stone falling in his chest as he stared on in shock. He was so stunned that he dropped the gun down onto the pavement. The Zoroark stumbled back, red blood speckled all over his gold suit, then turned back, fleeing from the scene in a panic.} 

_{Trace ran as fast as his legs could carry him, not sure where he was going, or why even, only wanting to get away as soon as possible. Only a few blocks later, the man did not notice that he had run into a very different setting, filled with circus tents and carnival carts. He only glanced at the strange place for a moment, but as soon as his attention shot forward again, he gasped, tripping over his own feet, nearly crashing right into a tall dark figure. He quickly picked himself up, shaking his head and continuing his panicked dash, not stopping to apologize to the stranger who was now looking curiously at him with a raised brow.} 

_{The Zoroark turned a corner, stopping himself and halting behind a tent wall. He slid down the slick fabric side to the ground, pressing his hands into his tear soaked face, panting, his mind and heart rate racing from the ordeal.} 

 _{“Why?” he asked himself, “Why did I pull that trigger?! I didn’t mean too, I’d never hurt anybody. I know I wouldn’t…oh Arceus I want to take it all back.”}

 _{“I can arrange that,” a dark voice spoke as the Zoroark froze. With his eyes blinking rapidly to dry his tears Trace slowly looked up, only to see the tall black figure standing there, right beside him, smiling deviously down at the man. Trace flinched at the sight, his eyes quickly looking the figure down as he shrunk, trembling where he sat.}

 _{“Wh-what?”}

 _{“You want to take it all back, yes?” the dark figure inquired, eyeing the blood stains on Trace’s suit.} 

 _{Trace quickly stood to his feet, looking the stranger eye to eye, “Yes…yes of course I do! I’d give anything!”} 

 _{“Anything?” he chuckled “Well, that’s quite an offer. How about this, my boy, you come work for me and I’ll make this seem like it never happened.”}

 _{Trace did not have to think for long, blurting out the words the moment Mr. Dark finished speaking, “Yes, anything! I’ll do it!”}

 _{The Darkrai chuckled again, “What is it that you wish for?”}

 _{“I wish… I wish I had never pulled the trigger.”}

 _{“Done,” with a sound like a thunder clap and a flash of light, the Zoroark suddenly found himself right back in that alleyway, his finger on the trigger, and his gun aimed right at the Krookodile’s chest. He was frozen, looking the stranger in the eyes, but merely watched as the man turned and bolted, disappearing into the darkness ahead of him. His shocked eyes went from the stranger to the pistol in his hand, only to quickly toss it to the ground as if it were set aflame.} 

_{A large smile found its way upon his face; Trace let out a large, relived sigh as he looked himself over. His gold suit was there, clean just as it was only moments ago. He picked up his favorite gold-ivory cane before quickly turning and heading off out of the alleyway, not about to waste this second chance.} 

_{The next day Trace took a new lease on life, already practicing his next act with new vigor. However, this celebration was short lived, for it was the next morning when the harsh reality settled in. It was all over the papers: murder of five; three men, one woman, and one child, all killed by one man.} 

_{The Zoroark stared at the page, a cup of coffee dropping from his hands as he gazed wide eyed at the paper. The face of the same Krookodile’s from the night before – colored in black and white - was staring back at him. Five people – five innocent people…a child, dead, and he was sitting there in his posh home sipping coffee. Not only that but these were five people Trace knew, all fellow performers, all dear friends of his. It was his fault; they were dead because he didn’t pull the trigger. Oh, how it was entirely his fault! He stumbled back, causing his assistant to give him a confused look as he was wondering what on earth had gotten into him. The guilt came back tenfold, and as much as he told himself it wasn't his fault, that he didn’t kill any one, something kept telling him otherwise. Time passed by and these voices seemed to get louder; there were different voices, a new one each day it seemed, all distinct voices: three men, one woman, and one child. The voices of his friends, whispering in his ears like ghosts. He kept pushing the voices down but they kept coming back.}

_{But the show had to go on. It was during his comedy bit that he lost it. Trace dropped his microphone, stumbling back on the stage, gripping his ears as the voices came back shouting. The audience silenced, unsure as to what was going on with the performer. Not able to take it anymore, the man ran off stage and out of the theater, confused conversations echoing behind him. Trace continued to run, just as he had when he shot the stranger before, bolting from the building and down the street. He ran in whatever direction the voices lessoned, even if only a little, not noticing the familiar path they were leading him down.}  

<sub>He soon found himself in the same place he started in, the circus, catching his breath as he slid down the tent wall and onto the cold ground, wrapping his arms about his legs as he contorted himself into a ball. He closed his eyes with his head pressing firmly against his knees as he tried to silence the constant voices now screaming in his mind, all at once. Then suddenly: silence…so quiet that one could hear a pin drop; an almost deadly aura filling the air. 

“Something the matter?” a dark voice chuckled</sub>

_{Trace looked up, the same smiling face looking down at him, just like it had what seemed like days ago.}  

_{“Make them stop, please! The voices, make them stop. I never wanted this. Just make them stop!”} 

_{"I'm afraid I can't do that. You wished you didn't pull the trigger, you didn't, and now you have to deal with consequences, more specifically five." He darkly smirked. "Time's a fickle thing isn't it. "}  

_{"Bu- but there has to be something! Anything! I can't live like this!"} 

_{"Well, I can't silence them, however I can make them less..."irritable"." The darkrai extended an open hand down to him. "However, you'll work for me from now on."} 

_{Trace looked at the offered gloved hand. He didn't know the extent of what he was getting himself into, and was hesitant. However the sound like nails on a chalk board again began to screech, it drilling into his head like two screws, bits of blood starting to trail from his ears. His eyes closed as he cringed, and out of impulse grabbed the offered hand in his own, the noises silencing all at once. Mr. Dark's devilish smile grew, the whole world around them silenced as he spoke his three simple words.}

_{"As you wish."} 

 : BUILD :  

_{Type(s) : Dark
Strength(s) : Ghost, Dark (1/2x) - Psychic (0x)
Weakness(es) : Fighting, Bug, Fairy (2x)}

<sub>Ability : Illusion - When sent out into battle, it takes the name and appearance of the last non-fainted Pokémon within your party. It breaks when an attack does damage on the Pokémon but not from Weather Effects of Entry Hazards.

Inventory: Darkinium Z -  || Black Hole Eclipse</sub> 

 _{|| Feint Attack}

 _{|| Night Daze}

 <sub>|| Night Slash

 || Copycat- TM bought in Four Island Town.</sub>

 _{|| Facade- After developing his paranoia, Trace taught himself Facade in an attempt to better hide his fears, burying them. Although the move did very little to improve his condition, Trace still kept it, believing that it was necessary to always have a happy mask for his audience.} 

_{Voice : Neil Patrick Harris | Himself
Alignement : Chaotic Good}

● _{Trace is a shape-shifter, and thus when bored, tends to entertain himself impersonating members of the Circus. Other hobbies include piano playing, singing, and scouting comedy material for his shows.}

● _{Trace also has the tendency to stash his favorite sheet music in the inner rim of his beloved hat, little mementos from his previous life up on stage. One can occasionally catch him reading them, or even practicing old numbers from old performances. If he catches someone singing or humming a familiar song, he loves chiming in, showing off his lovely singing voice.}

● _{Despite being a dark type, Trace’s worst fear is the dark.}

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Trace Flynn © Foxikel
Zoroark © Nintendo