Name: York
Nicknames: -
Species: Zeraora/Aggron
Typing: Electric/Steel
Variations: Fusion
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Sexuality: Straight Demisexual
Age: 68
Height: 168cm
Weight: 106kg
Status: Alive
Occupation: Handyman
+ Pragmatic / Reclusive - Moody
York is a Zeraora/Aggron fusion that has been living in a small room in the Boiler area and usually likes to be left alone to do his work. His main job is to keep the Boiler up and running to help regulate the temperature of the manor, but his secondary job is to help fix anything important that breaks, like fridges and radiators. He is rather...standoffish and prefers to be alone. I would be careful as he is never afraid to use his tools or his pistol to dispose of anyone who annoys him too much.
Ever since the disappearance of Mister, York has been forced to take over scheduling for the maids/janitors and making sure they do their jobs. He is strict but fair as a boss, and knows everyone (himself included) prefers and misses Mr. but currently circumstances require him to be there. He is also more open to being talked to outside of work hours if you have worked under him before, and has generally been seen outside the Boiler Room more often now that he has a new job on top of his old one.
Weapons: Handgun (Complex Weapon)
Ability: -
Moveset: Water Pulse, -, -, Dragon Claw
TMs: -
Status Spells: Thunder Wave, - , -
Damaging Spells: -
Misc Spells: -, Metal Burst, -
Legendary Spell: -
Strength: 6
Dexterity: 2
Constitution: 5
Intelligence: 9
Wisdom: 9
Charisma: 1
Sanity: 5
He knows they all lost a good man in Mister, and he hopes to live up the other's legacy. It isn't easy, but it has softened him a bit towards some of his workers. He will still be a hardass mind you, but he is more sympathetic to their pains ever since having to be in charge of them and give them direction.
York used to be friends with the big guy, so his disappearance has left him rather hollow.
If I see this fucking magma parasite again it is on sight. There is a bullet with his fucking name on it, dramatic piece of shit. I was just doing my job and may have even helped them to Bliss somehow if they'd been polite, but no. I ain't so charitable now.
Can't get a fucking break with this shithead around, breaking apart floorboards like they're made of paper! I'll send them 600ft under next time I get my hands on them.