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Harvest Lunatone- Peter Brooks

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A Shop to Smell the Roses

A soft tinkle from the wind chime above the door announced his entrance. Thick clouds of dust whirled up from each step the man took into the shop, its boarded windows providing very little illumination. Spider webs draped every corner and shelf and hopefully that scuttling under the floorboards wasn’t Durants. Arceus knew he’d have enough trouble getting this place up and running as were.

“Well isn’t this pleasant?” Peter Brooks grumbled as he removed his worn brown bomber jacket, tossing it and his snow-covered backpack down onto the register with a thump. This had the added affect of producing another plume of dust that left him coughing. Bright red eyes watering the man waved a hand to disperse the annoying little particles. “…lovely.”

A rough mrrow answered him, and the man looked down to see his Glameow twining about his legs, rubbing its cheeks against his denim-clad calves. The dark material was faded from constant washes and had a tear in the left knee. It was Peter’s favorite pair of jeans. Cracking a crooked smile the florist reached down and lifted the cat up into his arms.

“Hey Martin. Trying to warm up are we?”

Martin the Glameow promptly morphed into a boneless, purring ball of fur when pressed against his chest. His small white claws kneaded gleefully at the bar-striped, spring green dress shirt his owner wore.

“Huh. At least one of us is happy,” the man chuckled. He scratched the cat behind the ears, turning in a slow semi-circle to survey his new shop. Tiny. Dirty. Messy. His brow furrowed and after a while he gave a long sigh of resignation. “This place is going to be hell to clean.”

A wet nose pushed against Peter’s neck, right below the spot where his thick golden choker rested. The man rolled his ruby red eyes. “Yeah, yeah I know Martin. Complaining about it won’t get the job done.”

He placed the cat down on the floor, careful not to start another miniature dust storm. His forest green converse with their golden laces made soft shushing sounds as he slid one foot carefully in front of the other. Less dust was stirred up this way. After a few minutes of searching the man found a set of cleaning materials in a side closet and got down to work.

He started with the mopping. Removing the forest green sweater-vest he wore and putting it atop his jacket, the Roserade filled a bucket with water from the tap in the back room and mixed in the least offensive smelling soap. Martin hopped atop the register as Peter began to mop clean streaks amidst the grime and dust on the floor, whiskers twitching.

It was dirty, sweaty, frustrating work. The muck and grime covering the floorboards seemed to have accumulated over many years and refused to be removed unless scrubbed at vigorously. The water in the bucket grew filthy before even a quarter of the shop was clean and it soon had to be dumped and refilled.

In the end the Roserade ditched the mop and got down on his hands and knees with a scrub brush instead. The muscles in his arms bulged as he scoured the gunk free. He worked until his fingers ached and the sun outside began to trickle down toward the horizon. When he finished the floor at last the sky had turned pink, the final rays of sunshine struggling through the still-boarded windows.

By that time Peter was exhausted and sweaty, the dust having settled in his lightly curled white hair and turned it gray. Panting, he propped the brush atop a shelf and wiped his forehead with the back of a hand.

“Dammit. This is taking forever.”

He cringed as he felt the sweat slicking his body and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing inked thorns twining around both his arms. A large red rose tattoo stood out prominently on his right shoulder, with the thorns winding down from it around his arm. A similar blue rose was tattooed on his left shoulder, the exact same design down that arm. Peter leaned against the shelf for a moment, arm tossed over his eyes, gathering his strength back.

A light snore from Martin made him laugh weakly. The cat had fallen asleep hours ago after getting himself tangled in some cobwebs. Peter had cleaned him as best he could but a couple strands still clung to the cottony tip of his tail. Hopefully they could finish up soon and head out to the home he’d purchased on Affection Atoll. The Roserade would kill for a shower at the moment.

Floor done he moved on to the windows, tearing down the boards to let the light shine in at last. He washed them until they sparkled and dusted the shelves, using a broom to break and sweep away all the cobwebs. The back rooms and closet would have to be cleared out and washed as well but that could wait for another day.

Tomorrow, Peter and Martin would return and begin sorting the flowers and other supplies that would come in on the morning ferry. They would get all the stock ready for their opening next week and maybe even paint the wooden sign hanging outside with the shop name. Personally he was partial to simple green letters on whitewashed wood.

“A Study in Violets will be open before you know it, Martin,” he assured the snoozing Glameow. “We can make a new life here. Put the past to rest once and for all…”

He could only hope that statement was true.

THE END
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Updated application for the move to a new group page.

You have no idea how frustrated this guy made me. It took ages to come up with him and all his aspects! :iconfliptableplz: But I am extremely pleased with the results.

Name: Peter Brooks
Age: 36 years
Gender: Male
Pokémon: Roserade
Height: 6ft
Body Style: Muscular and athletic, with a trim waist and strong arms.
Birthday: January 6th
Home Island: Affection Atoll

Personality: Peter is a straightforward individual. He gets right to the heart of a matter with little or no beating around the bush. He says what’s on his mind whether it pisses people off or not. After a bad breakup some years back Peter’s sarcasm has been rearing its head rather frequently. The same incident left him with severe trust issues when it comes to romantic entanglements. He refuses to be lured into another relationship, preferring to stick with his work.

On the whole Peter is a likeable ‘mon if you can get past his initial abrasive attitude. He gets on very well with kids though he’s rather reserved around infants. Peter will do all he can to protect those he deems as friends, fighting for them tooth and nail. He stands for what he believes in even if no one else agrees and can get very stubborn when he puts his mind to something. Whenever his little sister is around Peter becomes highly protective. Insult her at your own peril.

In the end, all he really is deep down is a man who has been hurt and built up walls to defend himself. It will take a lot to break these defenses down and bring back the person he used to be.

History: Peter was born in Virbank City, Unova to Wanda and Arthur Brooks. His father, a hardworking and straightforward Weavile, was a police officer at the local station and would often be late in coming home. His job kept him busy and left little time for breaks, even during the holiday seasons. Peter spent most of the time with his mother, a sweet and unassuming Xatu who sold flowers in a shop down the street. The Budew liked to wander around the isles and water the plants, always asking questions about them. Sensing his interest Wanda cultivated a small flower garden in their yard, helping him tend to it until he was old enough to do so by himself.

When Peter turned seven his maternal grandfather, a retired war veteran, moved in with them after his wife passed away. A bit crass and rough around the edges, Leonard still couldn’t help doting on the boy. The Budew would sit for hours and listen to the old Primeape’s stories of the army. By the time he evolved into a Roselia at age twelve he was even learning a few basic self-defense moves from him.

A few months later, Wanda gave birth to her second child. The pregnancy had been unexpected but as soon as their little Amanda was born she and Arthur were smitten. Peter didn’t know what to think of the little Goldeen until Leonard took him aside and said it was his job to protect her. The boy promised his grandfather and himself that he’d never let anything happen to her. Thus the two siblings became increasingly close as the years went by, with Amanda following him around like a puppy.

The garden Peter and his mother had been cultivating was flourishing now. The Roselia liked to take Amanda outside and show her how to water and trim the plants. Of course, this ended up in some memorable mishaps as the little Goldeen didn’t always understand and would often just rip a flower out to its roots. This in turn would upset Peter and their parents had to deal with two children that weren’t speaking to each other for weeks on end.

All through school Peter did fairly well in his studies; he struggled in history and mathematics classes but could usually scrape by with a low C. His laid-back attitude and general disregard for the rules got him into trouble at times with his professors, though. It didn't help that he had no qualms about getting into fights with other students if they aggravated him enough, either. Especially if they mentioned sweet scent and lack of interest in girls. More often than not Peter would end up in detention because he knocked some kid's tooth out. This troubled his parents but his grandfather merely shrugged and said he was proud his grandson was able to stick up for himself.

Little by little, it soon became obvious to Peter that he really was not interested in any females other than for simply platonic relationships. More than once he'd caught himself noticing other boys and even developing small crushes on a few of them. Eventually, he even began envisioning romances with them. After a particularly vivid dream involving a Breloom called Jimmy from his biology class, Peter seriously began considering the idea that he might be gay. He spoke with his family and a school counselor about it and with their support then acknowledged his homosexuality freely when asked by other students.

By the time his nineteenth birthday rolled around Peter had been working part-time at his mother’s flower shop for around five years. He loved the hustle and bustle of the business, of pouring through books on flowers and their meanings while on break. He began to experiment with making bouquets and other arrangements that had meaning behind them instead of just looking pretty. When a customer would ask about a particular flower the Roselia would eagerly explained and soon enough he was handling all the sales while Wanda cleaned shop and manned the cash register. To celebrate his burgeoning talent in business his family gifted him with a Shiny Stone for evolution on his twenty first birthday.

Unfortunately for them life wasn’t all milk and honey. One night Arthur got the short end of the stick during a bungled drugs bust and was shot in the leg. The Weavile’s kneecap was shattered leaving him unable to walk properly despite the efforts of his surgeons and therapists. No longer able to fulfill his role as a field officer he ended up retiring when Peter turned twenty two. The family needed a second income to keep up with their bills and ended up moving to Castelia City a year later where Arthur found a job as a security guard at the local art gallery.

The new environment didn’t sit well with the Roserade. He missed his friends, missed the flower shop, and most of all missed the garden he’d had back home. He began smoking and would stay out long after midnight just sitting on the ends of the docks, stargazing. It was on one such night three years later that he met someone who would become both the most important and hated person in his life. This man became Peter’s first and only boyfriend. He came from a slightly more privileged family than the Roserade, and although he was classier than what Peter was used to they grew to love each other. They even found Martin, an abandoned Glameow kitten, together in an alley and took him in.

Their break up when the Roserade turned thirty one tore Peter to pieces. The circumstances and what he’d overheard his partner saying hurt even more so. He threw himself into his plant studies, working to create new and better fertilizers to stimulate growth. Getting a job at a small local flower boutique he worked for the next five years to gather enough cash and move out here to Raccolto and build a business of his own.

:new: His first year on the island went by rather uneventfully. His store had a slow opening season but became rather popular around the month of February due to Valentine's Day. The money he earned during those  weeks helped him build a proper storage room and replace the rotting floorboards that Durant loved to hide under. He is hoping to add a second show room to showcase his stock, and has begun to purchase some more expensive flower types to lure in new customers. Though he adores Orchids, he only has the most common type available at the moment. Peter imports most of his flowers but he also has a garden back home he uses to grow some of the more common and hardy plants in his shop. The Roserade hopes to expand that garden soon and is working on building a proper greenhouse and plant nursery.

Far off in the future he can see himself starting a ranch back on Affection Atoll to raise bee Pokémon, maybe selling their honey as well as letting them pollinate his expanded garden. But that's getting a little ahead of himself...

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Job: Florist
Shop Name: A Study in Violets
Stock:
- Common flowers. He cannot afford to purchase too many of the more extravagant species or colors yet for his stock, but he hopes to change that. The variety available so far includes:
:bulletgreen: Roses
:bulletgreen: Chrysanthemums (Dyed Options Available)
:bulletgreen: Tulips (Solid and Striped colors)
:bulletgreen: Carnations
:bulletgreen: Daffodils
:bulletgreen: Peonies
:bulletgreen: Snapdragons (Dwarf, Standard and Large sizes)
:bulletgreen: Sunflowers (Small, Large, and Giant sizes)
:bulletgreen: Violets
:bulletgreen: Daisies
:bulletgreen: Poppies
:bulletgreen: Lilac
:bulletgreen: Baby’s Breath
:bulletgreen: Queen Anne's Lace
:bulletgreen: Lilys (Calla, Tiger, and Of The Valley types)
:bulletgreen: Iris (Bearded, Wild, and Japanese types)
:bulletgreen: Gardenia
:bulletgreen: Hyacinth
:bulletgreen: Amaryllis
:bulletgreen: Orchids (Moth type only; Common colors)

- Small and Medium Bouquets. He cannot do much more at the moment as each flower is too costly and precious. When the shop is fully fixed up and he begins to get a steadier income, the bouquets will get far more elaborate with rarer flowers within them.
- Custom labels for gardens and greenhouses. Hand-written on simple white letterhead, it is up to you whether you want him to include a description and drawing of the flowers or not.
- Corsages and boutonnieres. Looking for something to get for your prom date or for a wedding? Look no further. These simple but gorgeous designs will make you the envy of the entire event.
- Floral arrangements for weddings. Whether they are for the church or the centerpieces at the reception, Peter would love to put together something special for the occasion.
- Basic and Mulches and fertilizer. Useful for growing your own flowers if you have a garden or keeping potted plants alive. Has just the bare amount of nutrients to keep plants growing.
- Small, medium, and large clay pots. They are simple in design but sturdy enough to hold most flowers and plants.
- Small and medium-sized ceramic pots with pre-printed designs. He hopes to implement custom designs in the future.

Ability: Natural Cure- If he acquires a status affliction like a burn, paralysis or unnatural sleep, Peter can heal himself fully within a few minutes.
Moveset:
:icongrasstypeplz: Leafstorm- summons a whirlwind of razor-edged leaves to attack his opponents. This attack drains him greatly, and as such his Special Attack gets depleted each time it is used.
:iconpoisontypeplz: Sludge Bomb- spits out a noxious ball of toxins that may poison his foe when it makes contact. Highly corrosive; he’s careful not to accidentally spit on any of his plants.
:iconghosttypeplz: Shadow Ball- taught to him long ago by someone he cared for deeply. Creates a dense ball of darkness in his palm which he hurls at his opponents. Rarely used anymore because of the painful memories it brings with it.
:icongrasstypeplz: Synthesis- used to heal any cuts, bruises, scrapes and minor wounds he has. The sunnier it is the faster and the more efficiently he can heal himself; he harnesses the light as energy. It is virtually impossible for him to use this during a storm and he cannot heal serious injuries like broken bones or large gashes.

Talents:
:bulletgreen: Putting together beautiful, meaningful bouquets, corsages and boutonnieres for any occasion. His arrangements don’t only look gorgeous but they all have hidden meanings as well based on the flowers he chooses.
:bulletyellow: As any good florist knows, a green thumb is part of the job description. Peter is very adept in keeping flowers alive and they flourish under his care. He can bring a dying plant back to life within a few weeks. However, he cannot grow vegetables or fruits. They are the only things he hasn't been able to cultivate himself. He hates admitting that.
:bulletgreen: Making a terrific microwave dinner or ravioli out of a can. Peter often goes out to eat as he can’t cook much past ramen noodles. He’s liable to burn the house down if he tried.
:bulletyellow: Hand-to-hand combat. Most of the time he will not use his attacks in order to fight an opponent. This stems partially because of how drained he becomes when using Leaf Storm and his aversion to Shadow Ball. He likes to get up close and personal and smash a person’s face in with his fists. Part of Peter’s fighting style is from the military; his grandfather taught him those moves.
:bulletgreen: Peter is a good swimmer with above average technique. If asked he would be more than willing to help someone learn. However, he absolutely hates saltwater and does not like to do more than dip his legs into the ocean.
:bulletyellow: Being sarcastic. Peter's heart hardened after the breakup. He'd always been a bit of a smart mouth before but now he's much more obvious about it. Whenever he's upset or angry he will resort to sarcasm to express his feelings.
:bulletgreen: Good at holding his liquor. Whether it is beer, scotch or wine he can knock back glasses until the sun rolls back around in the sky. Though he will still get a massive hangover in the morning.

Fun Facts:
:bulletyellow: Peter always has a sweet scent around him. It permeates from his hair and skin and will not be smothered beneath any cologne. It irritates him when others notice this and make fun of how “feminine” or “fruity” he smells. He’s punched numerous people in the teeth over this. But he personally does not mind the scent.
:bulletgreen: He knows the hidden meanings behind each type and color of flower. He is constantly learning more and studying how they compliment each other when paired together. You can often tell how he feels about you by the flowers he gifts you.
:bulletyellow: Strangely enough for a grass type, he smokes. Peter started the habit when he was twenty three but has been trying to quit for just over a year now. He’s had a couple of major relapses but he’s determined to stick with the nicotine patches this time.
:bulletgreen: The tattoos on his arms were a present from his grandfather on his twenty eighth birthday. Peter’s parents were appalled at the ink now covering their son’s arms but the Roserade was highly pleased with the design. He’d come up with it himself and the artist had been more than happy to comply.
:bulletyellow: A little known fact is that Peter's deathly afraid of heights. If taken to the top floors of Castelia's skyscrapers he will absolutely refused to look out the window and prefer to stay in the center of the room. Anything higher than ten stories and he's freaking out.
:bulletgreen: Peter's personality is semi-based on Dead Winchester from the TV show Supernatural. The brown bomber jacket he wears during the winter months is my little hint at that.

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Cat's Race: Glameow
Cat's Name: Martin
Cat's Personality: Martin is a bit of an oddball. He has trouble trusting most people since he'd been abandoned and mistreated as a kitten. He appears nice enough when you first meet him, will purr if you pet him correctly and play with cat toys. But despite this even temperament he has a surprisingly explosive temper; if you do something to annoy him he will be off, hissing and growling at you. He will never claw anyone unless they attempt to hurt him or Peter, but he will certainly let you have an earful of his displeasure. Enjoys hiding behind the various pots and bags of mulch in the shop so he can watch all the customers who enter without being seen. Thankfully he has very good balance and rarely knocks anything over.

Cat's Ability: Limber- Martin is extremely flexible. If you pick him up when he is fully relaxed and sleepy, he feels almost boneless. It is impossible to paralyze him.
Cat’s Hidden Ability: Keen Eye- Has a sharp gaze; he can spot a troublesome customer a mile away. In battle, Martin's accuracy cannot be lowered.
Cat's Moveset: Work Up, Return, Thunderbolt, Shadow Claw

Pet's Talents:
:bulletblack: Having the consistency of silly putty when picked up and carried around.
:bulletwhite: Chasing any pests and unwanted customers away from the plants.
:bulletblack: Martin has excellent balance and often walks around on narrow ledges and planks in the shop.
:bulletwhite: Tidying up the shop by picking up pieces of junk and tossing them in the rubbish bin.

Pet's Fun Facts:
:bulletblack: Martin was a stray kitten Peter found in a back alley of Castelia City. He'd been mistreated and abandoned and as such disliked people immensely. But he took a shine to Peter and trusts him implicitly.
:bulletwhite: He has a distinct fondness for hamburger meat and will often try to steal some from Peter. The Roserade thus orders an extra patty for him when they go out for food.
:bulletblack: The fur on the tip of his tail is not as fluffy as other Glameow. It's rather rough to the touch
:bulletwhite: A scar runs across his right hip from where someone threw a sharp object at him during his time as a stray. Thanks to Peter's care it has begun to fade.

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:rose: - Courtship - :rose:

Sexuality: Homosexual- very open about this if asked. A firm believer in the idea that gender doesn’t matter where love is concerned.
Relationship Status: Single- he has closed himself up to any possibility of a new relationship. He doesn't want one and will refuse all offers to go on a date.

Loves- Orchids, any kind of rain from a light drizzle to a harsh downpour, hamburgers (with no pickles or onions), blueberries, Pepsi, felines, loud music, gold jewelry, cigarettes.
Likes- Roses, swimming (but only in fresh water), bee Pokémon (they pollinate his flowers), rich mulches and fertilizers, apples, Coba berries, scotch, sweets and candy.


Dislikes
• Herbs; he can grow them but the smells aren’t to his liking.
• Nicotine patches; he’s trying to quit smoking and it irritates him that he can’t have a decent cigarette anymore.
• Mushrooms; they taste good but he’s not a fan of fungi when they’re not cooked.
• Medicine; he doesn’t make a good patient and hates getting sick. Peter believes all medicines smell and taste horrible.
• Coffee; he will drink some if he needs a strong dose of caffeine but he will first sweeten it with tons of milk and sugar.
• Being insulted; Peter will often get into fist fights if anyone aggravates him and won’t back off.


Hates
• Extreme heat; he detests sweating and will dive into a pool immediately to cool off come summertime.
• Mistreated plants; if you break so much as a stem or rip a leaf…you’d better start running!
• Pesticides; they tend to make him violently sick. Peter takes meticulous care of his plants so as not to have to use any.
• Weeds; he has to go around manually tugging them all up and it’s a tedious and aggravating job.
• Citrus; hates the taste, hates the smell, hates everything made with it.
• Plant-eating insects; isn’t it obviously? They’ll destroy all his stock!
• Homophobes; take your prejudices somewhere else. He doesn’t need them.


:bulletred: Best Gifts- Orchids, books on flower species and meanings, blueberries, hamburger dates, bottles of Pepsi, rock and roll record albums.
:bulletpink: Good Gifts- Roses, rich mulch and fertilizer, gardening tools or books, Coba berries, a bottle of scotch, candy and sweets.
:bulletyellow: Neutral Gifts- Honey, bonsai trees, decent fertilizer, pressed flowers, cooked mushrooms, nicotine patches.
:bulletblack: Bad Gifts- Wilted or dead flowers, weeds, vegetable and fruit seeds, herb plants, anything treated with pesticides.

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