[attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ DESCRIPTION ◂

[attr="class","explorerbox"]Belmont is clearly in his prime, young enough still to seem spry and hearty, old enough to stand with a tall posture and the sharp gaze of one who clearly is no child. Standing half a foot over what most Grovyle would, with lean hardened muscle that speaks of someone built for speed and agility, accustomed to tireless work and training but not very much bulk like one might expect of someone who boasts feats of raw strength.

Precision and purpose are more his goal, and in his every move and action he wastes not a breath or motion. Nicks and scars cut into the leaves that adorn his limbs and crest his head, but he seems to keep himself well kept and maintained none the less. His leaves are lush and deeply saturated with a dark green, his features angular and fine, and one might almost think to call it handsome, or at least well bred, and with such fine dress as to always be in full clothing, laced with green or gold and with sashed pants - even an emerald earring hanging from his head-leaf - he seems rich and almost handsome...

The hard and dark gaze of his eyes and stern expression over his cold features usually silences such comments before they are made though, Belmont's features cold and seemingly locked into a scowl. He almost never seems to smile, and only laughs in mockery of something, with a voice that naturally seems to lend itself to a bitter or darkly sarcastic snarl. His posture is that of one who perhaps holds, or at least held themselves, high and precise, but now is always on alert, ready to put his claws to use.

[attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ PERSONALITY ◂

[attr="class","explorerbox"]Razor focused like the edge of his leaf-blades, Belmont is a Pokémon who has dedicated himself wholly to a cause, and pursues it with an almost religious fervor. He's tireless, willing to throw his body and soul into work, and direct, handling everything as efficiently as he can. When it comes to those hoping for an explorer, or someone to guard and defend them from the dangers outside, there is hardly anyone more reliable then Belmont, or more committed to their role - and few would be foolish enough to question his honesty and word that he stakes his name upon.

But honesty is not honor, and diligence is not kindness. Somewhere, Belmont is a Pokémon who cares for others, but his care is so jaded and his outlook so cynical and bittered, that it shows almost none. He won't see another die for no reason, but he looks first to his duty, and to his emotions last. The blunt end of his words are often matched by the sharp end of his blades, and any who approach him find him quite unsociable and single-mindedly focused only on training and honing himself or else occupied entirely by concerns of dungeons and outlaws. He doesn't want friends, he doesn't want wealth, he doesn't want power, he doesn't even want to be happy.

Belmont expects only the worst, and he refuses to change his outlook. He's been proven right already, what need does he have to listen to those too naive to see the truth? The world is a vampire, and if you are not strong enough to fight what will try to kill you, then nothing else will matter. So the only thing that matters is being stronger. And seeing the work done. Ruthless he's been called too for this - for those who fear how viciously and heartlessly he does his job. But kindness is not what explorers are for. They are for seeing a mission done - and he has no kindness to spare for the outlaws and the feral beasts that hide in dungeons.

[attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ FREEFORM ◂

[attr="class","explorerbox"]Belmont was once a treecko with a brother and parents, all proudly guards of Eve town, and pioneers of the adventurer's guild. Belmont once was proud to be a member, eager to be an explorer, honored to be a hero. He was a bright child, laughing and playing, quick to cry when he was hurt, but with big dreams and ambitions of being like his brother, like his father. Protecting the people and venturing out into the darkness. His family was a proud one who had lived here for generations, and he saw taking up the mantle as the most honorable duty possible.

So Belmont trained and trained in that guild. He made a team of his own, and with it, eventually, a sworn blood brother of his partner. They were young, and wild - an outsider where he was known by all. A Pokémon auspicious and feared, with rumors in the guild that they shouldn't be trusted or allowed to explore, they had all the trappings and bearings of an outlaw and was surely playing the guild for a fool. Belmont himself hadn't trusted them at first either, but he found there was no one he'd rather have at his back after taking on several quests with them.

He felt that even more so when he heard his brother didn't return, his group missing and later found dead. His father had to keep attending to the guild, and the only one at Belmont's side when he growled and snapped, when he refused to hear how heroic his brother was in his death, was his partner. Belmont stopped smiling then, stopped laughing. He stopped crying as well, vowing he was no boy anymore, and could not afford such weakness. No, any weakness. He dedicated himself only to training, showing malice and hatred towards the man he once loved and looked up to, and decided apathy to his guildmates he once played with.

Play was a distraction from study, from battle. It was a waste of his time. Sometimes, Belmont's partner joined him, and he took comfort that one person understood at least that strength was all that mattered.

When his father forbade Belmont from having his revenge and seeking out his brother's killer, the outlaw that had surely stained their claws with his blood, the rest of the guild tried to caution him away as well. They were afraid and worried for him, that it was too dangerous, and he would die as well. They meant well, but he didn't want their well meanings. Especially not when his father, cowardly now in his eyes, eventually retired the guild, instead of giving it to him, and disbanding it in his heavy heart.

So it was his partner who followed him, silently in the night, when he slipped out anyways. It was his partner who tried to save him.

It was Belmont's partner that never returned when Belmont did, injured and weary. Grieving the loss of his most loyal companion, Belmont threw himself doubly so into his work. He vowed that he would not let such a failure happen again - not of his brother, not of his partner. If his father could take upon himself that job no longer, then it would be his. He would rebuild it again, and this time... he would protect them all.

Such was the vow of Belmont. No one else mattered.