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All right all you punks. I've had my fun dangling hapless Eevees over peoples heads, but now its time to give away this fuzzball for real. I'm sick of it chewing on my shoes.

So here's the deal. I'm only going to say this once, so listen up. I'm giving away one Eevee. But not just any Eevee.



That's right, I'm giving away a *SHINY* Eevee. So you'll have to work for it!

What am I expecting? To be sure that it goes to a worthy member of Team Rocket, I'm going to have a little contest. I want you to come up with some information about this little silver rat, and show me how you'd use it.

In other words, I want you to write some background and personality info. Also, I want an RP sample from you. The entry I like most, gets the Eevee. Sound simple enough? Good. I'll be providing a form for you to fill out.



Keep in mind that you can only enter once, and for yourself. Heads will roll if I find out you're using a mule!

All shop rules apply.

Get in your entries by Jan 31st at 11 pm EST! Otherwise it won't count!

Eevee Name: Nails
Future Owner: Sora'Rin aka "Rin"

Personality:
First and foremost, Nails despises being treated as an object- a problem he's faced since birth. He dismisses the fact that he's different and unique, and often can be found rolling in mud puddles or other disgusting materials to make his fur a 'normal' chocolate brown.
He thrives in finding trouble, whether it be keeping to the shadows and spying on some unsuspecting trainer holding a shiny little egg, or sprinting down a sidewalk to snatch a purse from some little old lady’s shoulder. On the outside, he may look like an innocent little angel, covered in doven wings-like silver but inside he’s a rough and tumble boy with energy bursting from every seam. He sparks with it from his pin-point fox-like teeth to his white little claws. He may look adorable, but he makes a point of not acting it. He’s sneaky, conniving, gangster-like in every way. It was only a 'mistake' of birth that he was born so. . . *shudder*. . . bright.
Nails believes himself to be the most dangerous creature alive. Granted, he may be small and may have nothing but fur to speak of, but he might as well be a twenty foot tall steel-studded monster. He believes he runs the show and wouldn't dare show anybody anything different. Headstrong, stubborn and resourceful, nobody can tell him (or should dare tell him) otherwise that he himself isn't the Rocket Agent, and the human isn't the tool to tie up the loose ends to his missions.
His quirks? Destructive, kleptomaniac, and perhaps a bit manic in and of itself. Darn right Nails ate those shoes. He will also be more than happy to destroy your jacket, favorite book, homework- anything you have to offer. To the extent he hates being valued as an object, he will also steal any object that appears to be favored by a human and whisk it away to someplace dark and likely dirty to try to ruin its value and favor with its original owner.
Keep in mind his adorableness, however. More often than not his attempts to cause mayhem ends in consequences of laughter and giggles. His fluffy little dastardly deeds causing little else than the result “AWWW HOW CUTE.” Needless to say, he lives in quite the world of frustration.

History:
Nails’ history is quite simple compared to the multiple different facets of his troublemaking little personality.
He was created in a laboratory like many Eevee are, being the little test tube babies that they tend to be due to their unstable genetic makeup that makes them able to evolve in so many different directions. He was created and “born” by the scientist and breeder for one simple reason- as a birthday gift to a rich little brat who knew nothing but wealth and luxury.
His distaste began from day one, hiding and ‘reeee’ing at the little girl in the most hateful fashion- though she only thought it was the most amusing game. He soon found out what a leash was for, and eventually gave in to being held. The girl squished him in her tiny little arms, making him gasp for breath and scramble for an escape route. He was caged in a carrier painted gold. He was an item to be adored, treasured and gawked at. He was rare, unique, pricey.

He was just like a lifeless piece of jewelry.

And he loathed it.

The night of a grand ball held in the little girl's honor was the best night of his life. Eventually, he managed to get out of the girl's grasp. He had seen someone out of the window. Some sneaky creature. Someone like himself. And he knew, and knew well, that nobody snuck unless they had something to hide.

Like a dastardly plan.

As he nosed 'cutely' around the edges of the room, a door creaked open and bandaged wraped hands sifted seemingly from the shadows and snatched him up. His world became quickly dark as he was stuffed into a cloth bag and roughly carried off.

He'd see light again- well, moonlight- in some tree-top hideaway as the cloth bag fell open. The shadowy figure stood out more here in the soft lighting- clad still in back with the barest hints of red and prominent 'R' arm band on her upper bicept.

“Y'want some bread?” The dark-sounding voice asked dryly, almost boredly, as if talking to another person in the room. Not someone of importance, mind. Just someone else.

Nails felt naught but a sigh of relief.

RP Sample:
(An excerpt from his time before being in Team Rocket; the night of his escape)

The mood lighting fell from overhead, spiraling in blues, greens and yellows, each beam glittering off the vibrant surfaces below. Wine glasses, punch bowls, delicately designed candle covers and even a chiseled ice articuno. Each mesmerized their viewer with a stunning rainbow-like array splaying off of every rim and edge. The evening party raged in the spacious, echoing mansion, the music as vibrant and uplifting as the lighting itself. Finely dressed guests swirled in flashy ball gowns with diamonds and jewels hanging from every ear, neck and ankle. Classy men adorned in stark and pristine tuxedos chuckled with bright white smiles and expensive pocket watches, balancing a glass of wine with one hand, while extending the other for some pretty lady they would perchance come across. Married or not, the ladies would take their hands, for tonight was a night of innocent pleasure for the well-to-do.

Indeed, it was a night to live for whatever you had to live for, and to boast whatever you had to boast about.

For one young girl, clad in a white and silver dress that fell to her ankles, it was a little pokemon that her parents had gotten her for her birthday. Diamonds tickled her young ears, wrung her wrists and detailed her neckline. Hints of gold separated the white of the diamonds from her pale skin that had long forgotten sunlight. Too many privileges had befallen her in this life of lust and luxury. She had barely any need to go outside. Anything she needed beyond these walls could be done by someone else.

Today was her day. This ball was in her honor. Her birthday gift was held tightly in her arms, its silvery-white fur splayed out between her clasping fingers giving note to just how tightly she was squeezing the creature to keep it from wriggling away- an activity little ‘Snuggles’ was far more keen on doing at the moment than staying in this predicament.

The little Eevee laid his long ears back against his furry head, but feigned a light- and heavily sarcastic, but who could tell such things with as ridiculously ‘cute’ eyes as Eevee eyes?- interest in the situation by glancing around. One ear perked ever so slightly in surprise- or perhaps revolting shock- as he suddenly saw the crowd around him converge. Hands rained down upon him; disgusting, greasy human fingers laced with an alcoholic stench embedded themselves in every seeable hint of fur along his body. It made his skin crawl and little silver hairs stand on edge. These humans.. oh how he wished, he wished he could sink his needle-sharp teeth into the squishy pink flesh of those intruding hands. They deserved it for the constant belittling things they did to him.

He knew he was different. Like most shiny pokemon, they know something about them was different than the others and he knew that was why he was valued by these people who valued little besides sheer quantity- the number of square feet of their residence, the square volume of their vehicles, the number of coins in their purse. He also knew he was made for them in some lab, somewhere. But that didn’t change anything. He hated this life, these people, and the purpose of his life being solely as an expensive accessory.

Suddenly, a shadow caught his attention. Through an opening in the onslaught of hands and out the broad back window to the ballroom, a shadowy figure crept along the wooden lattice which decorated the outside with crisscrosses of viney roses. A hint of red and white snuck through the obscure blackness of the figure, an ‘R’ pressed against the glass pane for the briefest of moments.

Both long, almost rabbit-like ears pricked forward. The Eevee "vee"'d quietly and through gritted teeth, though it was still misconstrued and thought of as adorable by the surrounding crowds. And, even as the assault of petting hands increased tenfold, his thoughts reeled.

Take me away.
He begged silently.
Steal me away from here.
. . . Please



RP Sample:
(An excerpt from battle. PLEASE NOTE: This section was edited in two days after original post. I saw no rules citing against edits, but if this is not allowed, please disregard this section. Sorry if this is a pain! I just thoguht it'd be nice to add a battle example. Don't shoot me!)
“Nails.” Rin stated as calmly as if she was offering the silver-hued Eevee his evening meal. In truth, she was adjusting his attention to what was coming from behind him. The Seviper had curled its long serpentine tail behind him, and poised its pointed tail-tip to a striking position. The blade-like end dripped with a poisonous fluid in the beat of a moment before it struck. The Poison Tail attack missed by a hair’s breadth as Nails dropped his head and rolled out of the way. He stood quickly, turning back to face the Fang Snake, fox-like tail swaying back and forth in wicked anticipation.

Fast as wind, hard as nails.

The Eevee adjusted his poise suddenly and broke his stagnant pose as he rushed forward in a hazy blur. Darting back and forth, back and forth in a flurry of zigzags his quick attack had been honed and trained tirelessly ever since he had became partners with Rin. His little body seemed to nearly glow in the heat of his speed, connecting at full speed with the erect upper body of the Seviper who had been struggling to pull his bladed tail from the hard earth it had struck.

With no claws to anchor it, the snake was thrown backwards, the impact knocking its tail loose as well. It recoiled like a slinky, hissing irritably. The snake sprung as quickly as Nails had, mouth open, fangs bared and extended in that jointed way that only serpents can.

“You know what to do.” The Rocket noted in the most unexcited manner possible. Her arms were folded, her black cape floated around her in the evening breezes. She smiled a strange smile- storms were coming. It was her element.

Nails dipped his dirt-covered face. One paw slipped forward, claws bit into the ground beneath him, and he met the Seviper in the air, returning Bite for Bite. The Eevee had gone under, and struck first, the uprooting force knocking the Seviper down and out.

K.O.

Nails released his grip, licked his lips with his little pink tongue, and turned to face the young male trainer, shoulders dipped slightly as if threatening to attack him next should he try to recall the now-stolen Seviper.

“Thank you for your donation to Team Rocket.” Rin smiled casually as heat lightning lit the bottoms of the deep-grey clouds behind her, setting the perfect end-scene for the self-proclaimed bringer of the storms.

Eevee Name: Ceres
Future Owner (the IC trainer if any): Kofuku Minamara
Personality: Taking strongly after her trainer, she believes true strength lies in tactics and getting into the mind of the opponent. While 'off duty' she often is found staring off into space, lost in her own thoughts. She is often described as 'spacy'
Background: Born nearly blind, Ceres gave up on relying on her eyes within a few months of her life, instead allowing her other senses to highten. Wanting to show her worth, she strived every chance she got to shine. After loosing the last of her site to a painfully bright Flash-attack during a training battle, Ceres was cast off into the shadows. Recently, Kofuku chose to take Ceres as hers to train and work with.

RP Sample:
Dodge left. Duck and barrel-roll to the right. Leap and spin a 180 before landing. Ceres followed all the comands to the T, focusing on her senses to tell her when something was going to pop out at her. Comming to a slide as she reached the end of the training course, she panted a bit as her muscles stayed tense and ready. Hearing the clapping echo through the room, she imediatly sat down, fully alert as she heard her trainer's soft footsteps approaching her.

"Better, Ceres, much better. You're starting to get your agility back faster than I thought you would."

Doing her best to surpress her joy, Ceres only let her tail wag a little. She was getting clost to becoming the fighter she once was, and she could only improve more from there.

Eevee Name: Khalon
Future Owner: Sierra Istas

Personality: Due to his past (see below), Khalon took an interesting turn in development. Currently, he acts much like the stereotypical "knight in shining armor", focusing on protecting his female teammates (both Pokemon and human) in chivalrous fashion, no matter what trouble they may get themselves into. While he may or may not agree with their own morality choices, he sees it as his duty to protect them and will do so as long as he is physically able. He does not support violence in and of itself, however, as a means to an end, if forced, he will attack any threats to those he has sworn to protect with no second thoughts.

Background: He was different. Special. Unique. Well, that's what his mother had told him. The other Eevees he played with as a child seemed to be of other thoughts, teasing him and calling him names. He was excluded from their group behavior, always an outsider looking in. He could have grown bitter and resentful as many would have. But, his mother's words were always there in the back of his mind...

'You're special, you know that, my son? You are different because you are meant for something great, my dear Khalon...something great one day that will set you apart far more than your fur ever will.'

And so, as the other children teased him, the names he was called rolled over him, like water off a Psyduck's back. Some thought he may be dense, the way he ignored their taunts with a quiet smile. In the little silver pup's mind, he knew that such things didn't matter. He viewed such challenges as mere 'tests', designed to test his own mettle and honor in preparation for some greater purpose down the road. Some children grew bored with their teasing when they failed to ever get a suitable response from the silvery male; others continued to resent him simply because he didn't bow to their teasing.

The Eevees grew and Khalon continued to train himself in his free time for whatever challenge he felt he'd been born for. It would find him one day and he wanted to be ready. Hopefully he'd started early enough, 'cause he had his chance one day when an unfamiliar danger found the Eevee haven.

Humans.

The haven had been discovered and the two-leggers had come for them all after practically stumbling into them. Panic spread through the colony and without a thought, Khalon leapt into action. Surely this was his calling; this was what he'd been born special for! Barking at the others to take cover, he darted into the open to distract the enemy. Of course, the sight of such a 'prize' proved a suitable distraction for the humans and they immediately targeted the 'shiny' over the normal Eevees scattering in a panic, going so far as to argue over who was going to get to keep him. Their arguments and confusion allowed Khalon to lead the humans away from haven, while using himself as a decoy until he felt the danger was at a suitable distance from his home. This was still his home, his training grounds, and he knew this place better than any human could hope to. His knowledge and honed agility from training allowed him to give the humans the slip, leaving them confused and unable to track him as he slipped back to inform the haven that they had no hope but to take to their paws and flee to a new hiding place.

He'd earned respect among the others, and even those who still resented him realized they must keep their thoughts to themselves, as they'd quickly become the minority. Khalon took up a self-appointed job of the haven's protector, routinely going on patrol of the area to seek out dangers before they could find the colony again.

Sadly, humans are persistent creatures, especially when they set their sights on something they want badly. Most tend to learn from their mistakes too. The humans returned, this time with a plan and Pokemon to help them carry it out. After warning the colony, Khalon set out to provide a diversion yet again. It seemed to work...only this time, he was unable to give the humans the slip, as he had a pair of Mightyena hot on his trail, snapping at his paws. Still...he had to give the colony a chance...keep running...

...cornered at the bank of a rushing river, he turned on his foes, determined not to go down without a fight. The humans in their odd black clothes, looking all much the same, closed in, looking victorious as they ordered their Pokemon to 'capture the shiny pest.'

RP Sample: ((Whoops, Background almost turned into RP there at the end... XD Um, maybe something now after he ends up in TR with Sierra and her group...))

Ever on patrol, the silver ball of fur was curled up by Sierra's doorway, head resting on his paws, but his senses far from relaxed, as his demeanor might imply. Khalon sighed softly, shifting his front paws a bit as he reflected on recent events.

His colony was gone, their fates unknown. Hopefully some had managed to escape the humans, if not most, however...he'd noted the increasing scent of Eevees in this strange structure lately. Were some of them his past colony mates? He wasn't sure. He hadn't met anyone familiar at this point, but that didn't eliminate the possibility. He didn't stray too far from his new charges as of yet.

Yes, he'd adopted these new females as his new 'colony', though they were all different species. One wasn't even a Pokemon, but one of those troublesome human things. However..she wasn't one of the ones that had taken him forcefully from his home. And between his own observations and some interesting conversations with the Pidgeot named Celeste, well...he'd decided that perhaps this human wasn't like the others. Time would tell, but for now, he'd sworn to protect her, as well as Celeste and--

"Marle!" Khalon's ear twitched, the Eevee quickly on his paws at the sound of the human's voice tinged with barely hidden anxiety. He looked to where Sierra appeared, looking less than her normally-composed self. "Marle's slipped out again. She's loose."

Khalon resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he let out a soft, tired sigh. The spirited Electric type had been taking advantage of her recent evolution and added power, slipping away from the Rocket and her team, usually causing trouble and mayhem in the process. Whether intentional or accidental, the results were the same. Trouble for Sierra and the rest of the team. Especially Khalon, who felt it was his responsibility to protect the trio of ladies...even from themselves at times.

Sierra had picked up on this, and sadly, found herself depending more and more on the Eevee to help her keep an eye on the Pikachu. Khalon simply nodded in a very human-like gesture he'd picked up in order to show he understood, then slipped into the hallway.

Time to go Pikachu hunting.

...probably start looking in the kitchen.