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[sun god leto]

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[switt-hime]

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EEVEE. FEMALE.

xxxxx 'Hullo. My name is Haruka. Who are you again?'

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'Oh, hi. Nice to meet you, are you an Eevee, too? I sure hope not. Like there aren't enough of us around here....'

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'Neat. I'm getting ready to start my life on an Adventure Team, they're are lots of them around. Mom thought it would socialize me a bit... She reads too many psychological childcare articles to think straight.'

xxxxxxxxxxx 'I hope I'm not stuck with you or anybody else uncool. What? You want to know more about me? Piss off.'
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'Okay, okay. I was born to both a mother and father, father jumped off a cliff or something. Mum raised me. No siblings. They're all dead or stuff. Mom is paranoid that I won't grow up "normally". Again. Reading. Too much of it.'

xxxxxxx 'Don't sympathize for me, twerp. *sigh* I guess I should be off. I need to meet the new members of my team. Don't follow me, freaking stalker.'



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+| Meet Haruka the Eevee. Natrually pessimistic, I suppose that would come from the upbringing of a worrying mother, lack of other children in her early stages of development.

Having been killed, Haruka's father was not in the picture after half a year of age. Mother gave birth to one other still born egg, and ever since the death of her beloved husband, she has been panic-y, paranoid, and afraid.

Haruka was naturally independent at the young age, but her mother sheltered her and until the release of several child development pamphlets, did not let her daughter do much. She ended up trying to socalize Haruka at a later age, which thus far has not worked well, with her daughter being so pessimistic and all.

Well, if you wanted to spot Haruka in a crowd, it would be difficult, she looks like an ordinary Eevee, but only the keenest eye could spot the threatening cloud of pessimism that hovers over her at all moments. If you're brave enough to dare approach her, then do so but do so quickly before the downpour cracks overhead!!!





Likes: Snow, Solitude, Mint Plant
Dislikes: Mostly the rest.
Quirks: Pessimism, ripping up blades of grass under her feet, brooding and looking generally unhappy.
Secrets: The death of her father, the parts of her mother's memory that her mom does not remember, parts of her her past she doesn't want to remember.
Favourite Memory: 'I remember wobbling with father out to the mint plant patch... It's smell....'
Least Favourite Memory: '...Why the hell would I tell you that, freaking stalker!'
Favourite phrases: Twerp, Freaking Stalker, Piss Off...
 

[Weshaase]

Name: Zippo

Age: 3 (18 in pokemon years)

Gender: Male

Species: Charmander

Moveset: Brick Break, Metal Claw, Flamethrower, Smokescreen, Fire Spin

Personality: Highly intelligent, due to once having been trained by a human. Quick to anger. While his great rage fuels his wild "explosive hands" fighting style, it often leads to those close to him being burned

Bio: Born the product of human genetics testing, designed to be the greatest fire type in existence. Zippo was taken at a young age and given to a trainer for experimentation. Zippo's strength grew exponentially as he and his trainer flew through the gym challenges and ended up with the champion at the summit of the Elite Four mountain. There Zippo's greatest nightmare came true... He was released in favor of a stronger Pokemon, His own brother. Having been betrayed by his master, and losing the love of his life, Zippo set out to forge his own destiny. He one day hopes to return to his former master and unleash molten vengeance upon the traitor.

Theme song: 'Break Stuff' by Limp Bizkit

Appearance: Zippo is larger than the average Charmander, standing just over two and a half feet tall. His body is much wider as well, weighing in at approximately twenty-five pounds. This increased bulk adds greatly to his physical strength.

Likes: Caves, hand to hand combat, burning things, a Vulpix he knows as "Lilly"

Dislikes: When people point out his physical differences, rainy days, those thrice-damned Bidoof

Secrets: The answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything

Favorite Memory: Being dubbed "most exceptional" by the Elite Four Champion for his success in combat

Least Favorite Memory: Being dumped my his trainer in favor of a fully evolved Charizard who just so happens to be his brother

Favorite phrases: "...And they call ME the crazy one" "I'll have what he's smoking!" "I hate how I'm always right..."

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[sun god leto]

Name: Anter
Age: 3 [[almost 19 in pokemon years]]
Gender: Male
Species: Shinx
Move set: Scratch, Spark, Growl
Personality: kind and caring for those he considers his friends. He’s intelligent enough to solve puzzles most people would give up on.
Bio: Anter was born and raised in the wild like most pokemon do. But sometimes he wishes he had been caught by a trainer instead. Since he was never caught he watched as his friends got instead, one by one until even his parents were caught as well when he was one year old [[six in pokemon years]]. From then on he roamed around aimlessly with the eyes of a dead man, not knowing how to take care of himself since his parents were caught before they could teach him how to. Of course people saw him, but they pretend not to see him at all. But one day, someone stopped to take the time and show care for him, the guild master himself as a matter of fact. He took Anter in and gave him a home until he was three years old [[18 in pokemon years]], and by then Anter had already decided what he would do to repay his debt. He would join the guild of his savoir and make him proud.
Theme song: Bink’s Sake
Likes: the guild master who he calls “Old man”, sleeping, eating, and his friends.
Dislikes: being gawked over by girls all the time for reasons he doesn’t know why.
Favorite memory: When the guild master took him in.
Least Favorite memory: Watching both his parents get caught.
Favorite phrases: “Why me?!” “…And please, don’t do anything stupid.” “What did you do this time?!”