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Apperance: your averagely sized scyther. Has a scar crossing his hurt eye. Carries a kind of sling filled with a weird piece of metal.
History: As a child he was trained by his parents in a forest and taught the ways of survival and how to be an honorable warrior. After the killing of his whole tribe by an enraged tyranitar, he has sworn revenge which gave him a scar over his eye from a battle with the tyranatar. He carries the familys only heirloom a rare metal that has been passed down for ages in the tribe to the strongest warrior as a sign of power. It was given to scystorm but until he kills the tyranitar he feels unworth to even carry it.
Agility, Razor Wind, Night Slash, X-scissor, leaf blade, slash, wing attack
Infection Character Skeleton
Appearence: Youthful glint in his eye, lighter then normal.
History: Some time after the Infection took place, two Feral Floatzel, driven with the desire to reproduce and preserve the species, mated and produced an egg. The pair guarded the egg like dutiful parents, driving away any hungry mouths that would have loved a snack such as this. But then came the day when the egg hatched, and an anomaly came out: a baby buizel, born of two Feral parents, produced a non-Infected child. Seeing the young, weak creature before him, the Buizels father attacked the baby. But a mother is still a mother, Feral or not, and the femal Floatzel leaped to defend her baby. Frightened by the two battling pokemon, the newley hatched Buizel fled into the water. Through his stealth and speed (and mostly his dumb luck) the young Buizel survived and named himself Streamback. He lived on his own, playing by his own rules, avoiding the Feral Ones...until the day he came across a group of pokemon like himself.
Personality: Although far from the hatchling he once was, Streamback is still very young, and it shows. He treats the life he has like a game, and is filled with boundless energy and optimism. Because he managed to survive on his own for so long on his own, Streamback is very full of himself and over-confident, sometimes coming off as arrogent and foolish. Streamback isn't a bad kid; he's just young, with still a lot to learn.
Moves: Aqua Jet, Water Pulse, Razor Wind, Ice Beam, Whirlpool
Appearence: A typical middle aged lucario, he has s small number straight line slash scars (unique from regular Feral Ones) on different parts of his body. His face bares a constant look of diligence and seriousness, gained only through long hours of discipline and hard work, but bearing the weight of heavy loss. (just like most pokemon who still hold on to their sanity). Covering his eyes is a crudely torn strip of cloth serving as a blindfold, allowing him only to see with his aura sense, restricting his vision but expanding what he can see to the mind’s eye. [Author note: his vision is much more limited than regular sight, but he can see without light and see things some others cannot. This vision is a hazy blue and only extends a moderate distance from lucario. His vision is bordered by a deep darkness for what he cannot see, rather than the blurry distance or dim lighting most people would be able to see from afar.]
History: Before the infection, Isaura was a monk of martial combat training under his master, a Gallade. When the infection came, Isaura was not infected, but his master was. The last things Isaura could see with his normal eyes was Gallade’s blade arm coming across his face as he tried to end his master’s suffering. Isaura feels no lament for killing his master as he feels his master died when he became infected, the creature he slew was a primal beast using his master’s body, but the act still weighs heavy on his mind
Personality: He prefers not to talk much, having trained at a monastery of where diligent work and results of practiced actions would speak for you. He has great patience for most, but none for those who shrug off responsibility or run into problems because of their own rash/foolish actions. Having nothing but his aura sight, he has come accustomed to seeing through his new vision, which has lead him to be able to see behind himself as well as he can see in front, but nothing at a distance. This comes to hinder him from seeing far off foes, though without his sight he has gained sharper hearing, but this still does nothing to see what landscape or obstructions are far ahead.
Moves: As a trained monk of melee combat and aura power, he knows: Aura sphere, force palm, reversal, dragon pulse, metal claw and extreme speed.
Apperance: Typical looking young female Eevee, except for her right ear being chewed, and the tip of her tail singed.
History: Mainly lived with her huge family, on the top floor of a sky scraper. Each Eevee and evolution had a job to keep the family alive and healthy. Nina was the Primary Caregiver to all the eggs and hatchlings. One day Everclear, a Vaporeon, Strike, a Jolteon, and Feint, a Flareon, came back from their hunt for food Feral. Nina did the best she could to protect the younger ones, although she knew nothing about Ferals. Strike had thrown her into a wall, behind a shelf, knocking her out. While she was safely hidden in her unconscious state, when she woke, there was nothing but cracked egg shells, and dead Eevees. The shelf she was covered by was burned at the edges, and evidently, her tail had caught fire. She was destroyed. In her eyes, she had failed her family in it's time of need. She thought that maybe some had survived, hidden away, or fled, and she swore she was going to find her family.
Personality: After the attack, she changed drastically. She doesn't trust easily, only those in her family, or who are close to her. Seems standoffish and bossy at first glance. Very protective of those near her. Quick tempered against those who seem arrogant and hasty. After living her whole life in one building, she's very sheltered; doesn't know much about how to get food, or anything much about the outside world, aside from what her siblings have shared. Likes to be in control of people, to make sure she knows what they're doing, and so that she can protect them if needed.
Moves: A little bit of training was done for her with her brother, but she didn't need it much in her area, so she knows: Bite, Growl, Quick Attack, Last Resort, and Helping Hand
Appearence: Black lightning shaped fur across his torso, and a black slash shape over his right eye.
History: Vox was an orphan before the infection struck, he never fit in his hometown, and so he set out to travel the world, perfecting his unique style of combat. The early years still haunt him, and violent flashbacks of some event unknow haunt him to this day.
Personality: Vox is resigned and quiet, but always forceful in his beliefs when he does let them out. He is one to never fully trust you, because the streets never let him trust anyone. Vox relishes combat, and often taunts his opponets, much to their loss as they make mistakes that cost them.
Moves: Counter, Last Resort, Slash, Shadow Claw, Low Kick, Strength
Appearance: Dark green, has a orange mustache. Avaloís are a storm gray blue and have adjusted to darkness, bright lights cause him to go temporarily blind
History: Avalot, a glupin grow up in a small section of sewer. He spent his days searching his home for food to end his endless appetite. After spending years of spending time in search of food in the sewers Avalot decide it was necessary to leave his small home to search for other things. Avalotís first day outside the sewers was spent feasting where he grew in size and evolved into a Swalot. When Avalot return that night to his home he found it infested with Muks. After being forced out of his house Avalot promised his self to find a better house.
Personality: Avalot is quick to trust he loves anyone would be a talk to him. After finding others he would never like to be alone. He often follows one person so he can never be alone. Avalot is scared of Muks and believes they will take anything good he has. Avalot is inexperience in problems around the world and has only been surviving out of sheer luck.
Moves: Stockpile, Swallow, Spit Up, Gunk Shot, Fire Punch
Gender: One or the Other
Appearance: The races normally curly mustache is frizzed out straight and bristly. The normally small serious eyes are big round orbs that almost seem to roll uncontrolled around in his head and when you look directly into their clouded glossy depths it is almost like staring into another dimension. The stereotypical spoons are replaced by shiny multi-colored pinwheels.
History: In the deep reaches of space the honored and high ranked Captain Jilowareain Belforando was order by his Dear Lord to explore the vast reaches of the Glanduminaliar Rift, this task considered a suicide mission by most. The excuse was that "If anyone could do it, unravel the deepest secrets of the rift, it was him". Jilowareain knew that he was being sent to his death over his involvement with the Dear Lord's Daughter, Trantolinacularis. She was a fair maiden and the Dear Lord should have been happy that it was him rather than someone else that she would have run away with. She had grown rather tired of the pampered life of royalty and had begun to reach out to men in the more destitute districts and would have brought them home, had it been easier to sneak them into the Palace.
The Glanduminaliar Rift was the most horrifying sight Jilowareain had ever seen. More so than the vast and endless hordes of the Randilanmaroniliaro, a race of spider, lizard, bird aliens. Scarier than the creature the size of a planet that could eat entire battleships in one bite. The roiling storms that made up the rift shift with an almost guided intelligence. The idea of a gaseous intelligence, not unheard of, of that size would be the single most powerful entity in ALL OF SPACE. No exploration team had ever come out of The Rift and none were heard of again. Not even Jilowareain and his crew... until now...
Personality: A lot.
Moves: Likes to Bogaloo.
Slightly dingy, multiple scars throughout with two across the yellow patch of its 'second mouth'. Gives the impression of glaring due to rarely having his eyes all the way open and constant neutral expressions or frowns. The 'second mouth' is closed except for battle and such. It has been bent slightly making it seem as if it always has a creepy smile. One of the top teeth has been lost and was been replaced by a Quick Claw, noticeable by its yellow-ish color. Uses nicknames, while usage of ones' real name is a rarity with meaning.
After losing its mother, lived in a gathering of sorts with no social system in a basement area of a ruined factory, populated by Bronzor, Aron, Gear, and a few Metang and Beldum. Was more often the one to forge out and collect food. Left to wander alone after the group was ambushed and destroyed by a feral Houndoom and Houndour. Since, he has survived well enough with his knack for defense and trickery.
Secretive and observant, quiet unless needed. More self-concerned than a team player. Hates stupidity and/or short-sightedness. Very cautious about many things. Loves collecting items, stores them in the back of his 'other mouth'.
Stockpile / Swallow / Sucker Punch / Punishment / Crunch / Iron Defense
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Appearance: Never found in his original form. Only identifiable by bright green eyes.
History: Mainly nomadic, pucking up slang and customs from different kinds of Pokemon. Had his frist encounter with Feral Pokemon while flirting with some Lopunny. One of the Lopunny came back to the nest Feral, and killed almost all of the others. Dopps got away safely, but just barely. Spends his time now studying Feral Pokemon, and flirting.
Personality: Very judgemental. Uses nicknames more often than not. Very critical thinker, when he wants to be. Could be a very good leader, but lacks initiative. Very powerful, but will rarely use it. Very cool temper. Likes to be humoured, which is why he rarely interacts in situations.
Moveset: Will be available for each transformation
Name: redoriom (red)
Appearance: wears a ragged cloth and a hat to hide his appearance. his body is covered with scars and scratches, his left eye has been damaged and is always closed, a huge scar is seen across it. black eyes and red skin
History: got betrayed by scizors in his group and was left wounded to die by the hands of ferals. he survived just barely, his body badly wounded. now he roams the world to find and kill ferals and those who betrayed him.
Personality: distant, cold, hardly ever get's attached to anyone, he often loses his calm.
Hero of Time
appearance: green tunic pants and hat (also green) brown hair over eye and blue eyes
history: was abandoned at 3 but got saved by a celebi. grew up with that celebi and chose torchic which is now a blaziken. roams looking for friends and battle
personality: friendly but serious in battle
Approved (Short message is short)
Appearence:Light lavender fur, lean physique, long two ended tail. She has a little of her left ear missing from when she was attacked by a scyther.
History:Has never had a trainer, but is easy to train. fast learner, she lives by herself and is getting tired of doing so.
Personality: very true to herself, outgoing, flirtatious, very sassy. Maternal instincts very prominant. Cautious when first meeting new people
Attacks:Psycic, Paralysis, poisen recieved reflects and goes back onto the pokemon that attacked her, also reflects most non-damaging attacks back onto the attacker
Appearence: mid height, brown shaggy hair in a ponytail, dark brown eyes, gray hoody with a violet shirt and blue jeans with green sandels
History:I ran away from home to search for my older brother who left to become a high ranking poke trainer. I have not been home since I left.
Personality:Im a bit of a hotshot im always in high spirits I do get very cocky sometimes. Also trying become a good person
Appearence: (what a mawile should look like.)
History:I found Maverick in a cave and it was pretty beat up,so I used band aids to heal its wounds and after it had followed me ever since.
Personality:curious, nice, bashful,Defensive,protective
Attacks:Vicegrip,Iron Defense,Sucker Punch,Crunch, Faint Attack
Appearence: a little more puggy then a regular Makuhita(i feed it to often)
History: He picked a fight with Maverick after I gave maverick a cookie.
Attacks:Arm Thrust,Vital Throw,Bulk Up,Cross Chop
Appearence: tall,green,very limber,tired
History:after I made a campfire during the night in the woods He came to it and tried to put it out thinking it was harm the forest.
Attacks:Leaf Blade,Fury Cutter,Agilty,Leaf Storm
History:I found her in a bush on my way to a nearby town.
Attacks:Thundershock,Sweet Kiss,Thunder Wave,Return
Appearence: short,white with green hair
History:I found ralts in its pokeball(thinking i had scored a free pokeball)abandon by its trainer because all it could do was growl and couldnt do anything else in which it seemed very afraid of people. I still wonder who the trainer was.
Species: Grass type
Appearence: a bit taller for an average Chikorita as well as more green
History:I captured her on my latest set out from the most recent town I had stayed ever since i caught her she seems
to love me for catching her.
Attacks: Solarbeam, Sunny Day, Razor Leaf, Magical leaf
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