Name: His name is Axel.
Species: Aron | Iron Armor Pokémon
Gender: Male
Appearance: Axel is your young, everyday Aron. He wears a cloud gray bonnet and a pair of mittens and socks in the same, modest color as his bonnet. In addition, he has a silver anklet around his right leg. He is often seen carrying around a substitute floof that appears to have some wear from a recent event. The plush toy contains some items in the clear, sewn-up pocket pouch on the back side.
Personality: Axel is described from other villagers to be a quirky, troubled Pokémon. He usually keeps to himself and attempts to find as many ways as possible to keep himself occupied. He tends to cry a lot in a silent manner, since his speech skills are not up to par with the other Pokémon yet. He often attempts to use his metal sounds known since birth to intimidate others when threatened, though it often backfires when he soon realizes that he has no other effective means of combat at the moment.
Backstory: Axel popped out of his egg not a year before the back-to-back assaults occurred. The little Aron enjoyed his everyday life with various toys, and the other parts of the simple lives his noble family had. His eight month old memory still recalled unit after unit of spectral Pokémon mercilessly raided his large village. The young Aron decided to crawl his way past the rays, hexes, beams and ominous winds that soon turned the lively community into nothing but a ghost town in merely just a few pitiful minutes. With most of the militia cowering for their lives, Axel took whatever he could and stuffed them in his floof's rear pocket pouch. There was no sign of familiar life he came across in the barren, rocky lands. The baby Pokémon reluctantly continued on with a dry throat, Butterfrees in his stomach, and nothing but his casual clothing and the only toy he had for that night. The next day, he found a village never seen before, and hesitantly decided to settle there for the time being; hoping he can find someone or at least something to keep his mind off the war.
Anything else: He has several leaf fiber dressings wrapped around the top of his head, the main trunk of his body, and his left arm; though the thick bandages could certainly use a much needed change or two. He usually drinks more water than usual for his young age, since he is unable to properly break down iron ore with his tiny mouth at the moment. On the topic of alignments, he does not have anything to do with them yet since he has other things he needs to focus on at the moment, such as being able to sit perfectly upright without assistance.