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 Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 9:10 pm
Tusei the Drapion
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Character Name: Tusei
Type: Pokemon
Species: Drapion
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Age: 24
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Nature: Naughty
Ability: Battle Armor
XXXXXXXXXXPrevents the opponent from landing a critical hit.
Skill Set:xXXCross Poison
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXA slashing attack with a poisonous blade that may also leave the target poisoned. Critical hits land more easily.
XXXXXXXXXXAcupressure
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThe user applies pressure to stress points, sharply boosting one of its stats.
XXXXXXXXXXToxic
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXA move that leaves the target badly poisoned. Its poison damage worsens every turn.
XXXXXXXXXXPayback
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXIf the user moves after the target, this attack's power will be doubled.
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Personality:
xXX+ Chivalry still exists- Sorta. Tusei's idea of chivalry may as well just be sloppy courtship but what matters to him is that he attempts it. After his experience with Musharna, he has a soft spot for helping those less fortunate. (This does not entail interacting with bums) More often than not if the situation is just so unbearably unfortunate in Tusei's eyes- say a gijinka struggles to avoid an oppressive force he feels he can handle -he will be swift to act even if it's not his best judgment and more than likely will end with his a** getting handed right back to him. Of course these situations are rare and if it happens to a gijinka he doesn't get along with he will pass them by. The same cannot be said for trainers and Tusei believes that they are fully capable of handling themselves. (Though this doesn't mean he'll leave them hanging!)
xXX+ Can you keep a secret? Tusei is remarkably respectful of others' privacy even if they're in need of a good blackmailing. It may be safe to say that he just doesn't give a damn about what you're afraid of and who you've been dating things happening under... the table? Because of this, Tusei rarely holds anything above another gijinka tauntingly and fears the repercussions of doing such to the likes of humans.
xXX- Even being disciplined as he is Tusei sometimes has a hard time taking orders. He does not respond well to direct commands and bossing him around is an insult to his capabilities and leaves him feeling extra bitter and vindictive. Walking as a gijinka has only increased his stubbornness as he no longer sees himself as an "inferior" (I'm using this term as Pokemon would be to their trainers. It is in no way Tusei's political view that Pokemon are actually worth less than humans).
xXX- Self satisfied to the max; Tusei believes there is nothing worth changing in him and responds negatively towards any criticism. Perhaps one of the lessons Musharna left him to learn involved a couple tidbits in humility. The only thing that Tusei has grown to accept about himself is that he is more brawn than brains.
xXX~ Clean and Up kept. Tusei refuses to be seen with dirt on his shoulder. Literally. While not necessarily neurotic he knows he can't afford to get his hands dirty. Presentation means a lot to the Drapion when social gatherings are in order and won't be caught without clean and polished armor. You can expect him to be quite pristine underneath as well. -wink-
Strengths: Approachable, Sometimes flexible, Assertive, Tolerates Youth, Sense of Color (XD?)
Weaknesses: Compulsive spender, Unresponsive to orders, Rather self absorbed, Does not seek self improvement, Biased, Does not bode well with psychic and/or higher intellectuals, Trivial
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 9:11 pm
Visuals
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Hair Color: A low intensity mauve which gradients into a very faint, white-ish purple. Is a disheveled texture but pulled back into a low ponytail. On either side of his face some hair fray into a suspended pair of "sideburns."
Eye Color: Black
Skin Color: A very pale, warm pink tone. A natural teal color is faintly visible around his eyes. He has no other distinguishing markings on his body sans the occasional freckle.
Other: See Reference for Specific Colors
Armor should be relatively glossy, he tends to get a little overboard with the polish. Rarely shows any skin. Design can be improvised/left up to artist but should vaguely resemble a Drapion's patterning and design.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 9:12 pm
History
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xXXBefore Musharna
XXXXXXXX A blaring air-horn echoed through the stadium as the tiny bits of confetti fell like rain over the crowd. Lights flashed wildly around the Colosseum filled with hundreds of thousands of spectators who came to witness the regional championships of Sinnoh. In the gaze of the floodlights towering above stood a trainer alongside a roughed-up Drapion, both washed over by the thrill of victory. On the other side another trainer waited patiently for their dismissal from the ring after losing the grueling match. Both sides met at the center and exchanged handshakes, the Drapion receiving a nod of approval, and finally left when prompted.
"Tusei you did it again boy. That was a close one wouldn't you say?" An arm was placed on the Pokemon's head as the duo approached the break room prior to the closing ceremonies. While nothing like the exhilaration of the Pokemon League, the regional tournament was enough to gather herds of fans and news coverage by national television. Having been in the limelight before, Anthony was used to this sort of publicity as was his Drapion Tusei. In fact that evening marked their third championship victory since attending them several years prior.
"I wonder when they'll rename the stadium after us eh?" smirked Anthony while Tusei shuffled through a bag of berries the trainer yanked from his assigned locker- too busy to notice his master removing everything from the cabinet. "Unfortunately... and I hate to tell you this now but I've decided that now's the time to retire." The Belue berry Tusei had been gnawing away at fell to the floor and rolled underneath the locker.
You WHAT???!
Naturally the trainer could not interpret nor answer the Drapion but could see the distress as it played out on its face. "I know it's tough to hear. It's been such a long time since we first met." Recalling the day Tusei was swiped from his marshy paradise (nor being rushed to the Pokecenter after training accidents) was certainly not enjoyable for the once Skorupi but Anthony trained him well. In time the Skorupi grew and became a tough armored Drapion that lead Anthony and his team to the championships. To say Tusei had grown emotionally attached to his trainer might not be as accurate as saying Tusei had grown emotionally attached to the NOTORIETY involved with being a star battler. Never ending rewards of berries, massages, new playthings and technical machines were easily the thing he'd one day miss the most.. it just sucked that it was today.
"Tusei I want you to do me a favor. I want you to enjoy the hell out of retirement okay? I'm not going to to just leave you behind or anything but I want you to be happy." Anthony was doing the best he could to assure the Drapion he'd continue to be content. Tusei however didn't trust a word he said. "You understand that... I want to sit back and start a family. Pokemon battles mean a lot to me but having tough, strong Drapions like yourself around a house full of children well... it's not exactly the best idea." Tusei appeared highly offended by his trainer's reasoning and stepped backwards, clicking his pincers.
"Now calm down and listen to me. We'll take a long, final vacation together. Anywhere on the planet you want to go? We're there, okay? When it's done you'll get to run free. Maybe you'll meet yourself a nice girl, settle down too?" The idea baffled Tusei. What did he want with a 'nice girl?' Anthony glanced up as the roar of the crowd could be heard over a muffled PA system. "Time to claim our prize. Come on Tusei." While Anthony was busy smiling proudly his Drapion had the grimace of a two year old refusing to eat their berry-sauce. As the light graced them once more and the crowd welcomed them with open arms, Tusei knew it was the last time he'd ever be treated like a superstar.
xXXMeeting Musharna
XXXXXXXX In the days that followed Anthony's big news, Tusei had done everything he could to convince himself that this was all just a bad dream. He'd wake up soon to the final match back at the arena and continue to win alongside his master. It wasn't until the final day of their vacation that the Drapion managed to sleep very soundly as the cruise rocked his pokeball back and forth. Anthony experienced a great deal of trouble trying to soothe the Pokemon into giving him an idea of where it wanted to stay, leaving it up to him to use his best judgment and leave Tusei somewhere he would be happy. "Welp buddy.. I'll really miss you. You're a mature Drapion, you can handle this without me. Plus I think it'll be... for the better not to drag this farewell out," Anthony held the pokeball close to his chest as they reached the dock in Castelia City. There was only one place in Unova he knew would suit his Drapion well- the Moor of Icirrus.
Waking up seemed very out of the ordinary. Tusei sat up slowly and stretched his long arms before realizing he was not confined inside a pokeball. But where was Anthony?
Sweet. Arceus.
Panic swept over the poison type like the very venom he spat. This isn't happening this isn't... where am I?? Pacing around, he clicked his pincers loudly, yelping out cries demanding of attention. Surely Anthony hadn't wandered off too far? He had to be within the area still, maybe harvesting some berries or looking for new Pokemon. Anthonyyy! shouted the Drapion, as if he'd understand his own name being called by the Poke. Anthony this ISN'T FUNNY. Get your human a** back here with some Belue Berries! No trainer came. Stricken with fear, Tusei anxiously clawed his way through the grass and stumbled into a huge puddle of murky water where a Stunfisk gave him a vicious shock. YOWCH! In retaliation, he raised his tail and prepared to strike with Toxic, but the other Pokemon managed to squirm away to another puddle and onward.
Now with an aching foot, Tusei scanned the peaceful, quiet area around him. It... certainly was nice given the fact that he'd been in a complete state of hysteria. Still he worriedly crawled to the highest point he could find, a ledge just high enough to get a good view of the area. Alienated in a completely new region Tusei suddenly felt completely inadequate with himself. This... Anthony left me here.. I'm... he released me.. He wasn't sure if he was more angry or heartbroken that he'd leave him in his sleep. He didn't even leave him a stack of berries!
Oh Anthony if I EVER see your a** again- His vengeful thoughts were interrupted as a Ranger could be seen patrolling the area. "My oh my! You must be that Drapion that nice trainer left here." the ranger began to approach. Tusei prepared himself for a fight, though waited to strike when she initiated it. "No no, I'm not going to catch you, Anthony told us to keep an eye on you to make sure you survived your first day here." None of her words meant anything to him though, and with a hiss he raised his claws. "Hey now I'm telling the truth you can trust me, isn't that right?" she asked her Emolga who nodded with a squeak. "Now.. just.. calm down and maybe I can help you alright?"
b***h I don't need your help, back off... Tusei snapped.
The Emolga picked up on what the other Pokemon was saying and stumbled off her trainer's shoulder. That's no way to talk to her... replied the electric type. "Shh.. don't fuss, there are better ways to handle this." Carefully the ranger reached back for a pokeball and prepared in case Tusei showed any further aggression. When the Drapion actually began to flail its arms angrily she sent out her Maractus.
If it's a fight you want it's a fight you'll GET~ Tusei could already feel the warmth of the floodlights once more on his body. Even in the stillness and quiet of the marsh he heard the screams of the crowds and fans. The only sound that could penetrate this vision came from the ranger's Maractus which began to use Grasswhistle. The chilling noise surrounded him and as fast as he had prepared himself he was already beginning to fall asleep. Once assured he was asleep the Ranger called back her Pokemon and sighed. "Maybe he just needs some more time to let it sink in eh? Come on let's go," she said, her Emolga following suit.
XXXXXXXXGentle and serene, a voice revealed itself in the form of a man dressed entirely in a dreamy pink.
XXXXXXXXTusei found himself laying in a bed of smoke and mist, unable to lurch about in such a euphoric state. Something about the mist was hypnotic enough for the Drapion to see himself wrapped in a shape so much different than the bug like form he lived in. "What- what is all of this? Am I still asl-"
XXXXXXXXMusharna held up a hand to silence the other but still smiled modestly to him as he sat and pulled out an elongated pipe and produced a couple puffs of smoke similar to that around Tusei.
XXXXXXXXTogether they spoke of what had become of the Drapion when his loving master had to part ways. "He just LEFT me. I knew it was coming but he was such a dirty sneak about it. Now I'm stuck in this place I don't even know where the ******** I am. WHERE AM I."
XXXXXXXXIt was difficult for him to understand while this other being had so many things to share and when it came down to it, Tusei had little choice but to listen, observe, and do as he was told- which was a painfully difficult thing for the Drapion to do. Eventually an even deeper slumber would consume him and divert all his attention to the vivid dream and the Musharna responsible for it.
xXXAfter Musharna
XXXXXXXXAfter dreaming in such a lucid state Tusei was far too exhausted to immediately get up and return to his rampant protesting of Anthony's abandoning of him. The humidity of the moor so reminiscent of the time when he was a Skorupi brought a slight perspiration to his face. Slowly the Drapion flickered his eyes open and took a deep breath of the heavy air around him. Had he slept for that long? Where had Musharna gone? Was the dream simply an effect of the Grasswhistle used on him the day prior? All these questions would become irrelevant as Tusei leaned up from the shrubbery he'd been laying in.
"Augh... my... head..." The words flowed so naturally from his...
Lips? Reaching up Tusei brushed a set of fingers gently against the plump skin around his mouth. SKIN. As if that wasn't enough, the man looked down and saw an enormous change in his body. No longer was he a scorpion shaped Pokemon, ridged with an armor and powerful pincers. He was fleshy, a pale sort of tone to his new 'shell' and soft as a newborn pichu, sorta. The only thing that separated his tender skin from the elements at the time was a purple cloth Musharna had left for modesty reasons. Nearby though, lie a pile of clothes and a couple of shells of armor- as well as a Belue Berry.
"When did..." Tusei tried to wrap his head around when the decision had been made. At some point he must've said yes to the pink man otherwise he'd be infuriated with the change. Pushing himself up, Tusei clumsily grabbed for the cloth around him to cover what he easily assumed was a private area for humans and did what he could to tie the thing around his waist. Standing in the cool, wet grass Tusei wriggled his toes and grabbed the Belue Berry. Bringing it to his mouth he found the thing too difficult to merely chew with his new set of teeth. That was a let down, but there were ways to eat it that Anthony had showed him.
Although he had been left to wander as a gijinka now Tusei felt an overwhelming sense of freedom despite denying it entirely the day before. Something about this human form was enough to entice him into the world around him which still remained new and foreign. Tusei picked up the provided clothing and inspected it suspiciously. He'd seen Anthony folding clothes often but putting them on sounded like the biggest challenge that he'd face now as a two legger.
"If Anthony could see me now.." Tusei smirked to himself. How could the trainer turn down a beautiful piece of work such as himself?
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 10:43 am
Notes
---- - History TL;DR - Tusei was a Drapion who belonged to a Trainer named Anthony that retired from battling and left his champion Pokemon in the Moor of Icirrus where he met Musharna. - Story was written in a fragment of Tusei's life. His history prior to Anthony is mostly irrelevant. - Uhhhh I think that's it. TO CHANGE:- Remove playing of Musharna *CHANGED* - Behavior w/ Humans *UPDATED IN PERSONALITY*
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 2:58 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:04 pm
EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE KING
REJECTED.
ALWAYS.
FOREVER.
LOL You know I'm kidding.
Reading his history, I think it fits rather well and it's pretty good at meeting the criteria! Musharna being NPC I don't know how much can fly, but as a general, it's not giving too much personality and the dialogue does add to the view of personality.
I know you struggled with the personality format, and you did really well! All I'd like to see is in the aspects, describe how this comes to play with trainers/humans, as it seems to be phrased towards just gijinka. Or if it's a totaly across the board, state so!
Thattttsss... about it.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:06 pm
OH SNAP NICCA I FORGOT ABOUT HUMANS.
Thanks Vamps <3 xDD
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:09 pm
EVERYTHING IS WRONG
I keed, I keed. My actual crit is below. <3
Personality
The only thing I'm going to nitpick here is that the traits aren't labeled but, to me, he comes off rather balanced. I understand each trait and they all are solid and work well together. I have no problems at all with his personality. <3
History
I loved this. I like how much of his character shines through. My only complaint it that Musharna can not speak or be controlled. Fix that an you'll be golden.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:30 pm
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