Dill the Aron [Celadon| Kanto] (to replace Ari)

Hex Color- #C6E2FF

Name- Dill (Or Dilly)

Gender- Female

Level- 29

Moves-
-Headbutt
-Iron Head
-Iron Defense
-Mud Slap

Ability- Sturdy

Nature- Mild
Characteristics- Likes to eat
National Dex No./Species- #304/ Aron the Iron Armor Pokemon

Height- 1'0" (Short)
Weight- 133.6 (chunky)

Pokédex Entry- This Pokémon has a body of steel. To make its body, Aron feeds on iron ore that it digs from mountains. Occasionally, it causes major trouble by eating bridges and rails.

Item- None

History-
Dill had been caught early on by a very kind, loving trainer. This trainer did not aspire to win battles in the arena by shedding blood and carving their way to fame through fights and losses. No, this trainer loved the limelight, and thus brought her pokemon into her passion with her, the flame catching to each pokemon she deemed worthy for contests.

Dill was no exception. She was caught as an even younger aron as she is now, and the moment she saw a contest, she knew she had found her niche. No pain, no blood, nothing but color, light, life and the audience cheering you on to be your best. It was heaven.

So, her trainer trained her for this life of light and ribbon, beautiful accessories and dancing. However, she soon discovered that she was not to be placed in the Beauty contests, her love and passion, nor in the Cute contests. She was caught specifically for Tough contests, and it broke her heart. She had no reason to act tough, or even think of herself as tough...

She questioned one of her teammates, a gardevoir for the Smart contests. After all, who else would know her answers better than the smartest pokemon there? Upon asking why the trainer was using her for Tough contests, the gardevoir replied with a scoff. "What, you really think she'd catch an aron for a beauty contest? Be real. No aron can be pretty."

It crushed her. She couldn't continue with training, nor going onstage for the smaller contests. She didn't belong there. She fell into despair, and eventually, her poor trainer didn't know what else to do with her but to place her inside the PC box, forever alone. She did not mind this, though, for an ugly thing like her should stay away from others, away from the light. She was hideous, and didn't deserve what joy she had already experienced.

It wasn't until the PC boxes were evacuated, and she was forcibly explused from her dark brooding that she realized something was very wrong. Weird, bloody corpses were feeding on others, who also then got up and hunted for more... Scared and not knowing where exactly she was, she ran and ran away from the monsters, wondering what had happened to her paradise.

Appearance
She's a short, chunky little Aron, and is usually seen together with some piece of scrap metal to eat. She carries herself with a downtrodden air, having already somewhat given up on herself.

Personality-
-So shy, and has some trust issues with larger, uglier pokemon. However, she is gullible to the prettier pokemon, for she is convinced that pretty pokemon are good and ugly pokemon are bad

-Naive and a little dumb. She's had a very sheltered life, so she doesn't know much about the world. Silly Dilly.

-Is prone for drama. She's used to every minor detail being a big deal so she tends to freak out even if it's a small matter. A little OCD as well. However this allows her to spot tiny details others may overlook.

User Note-
-Has a photographic memory
-Knows nothing about the Infected or the epidemic
-A little emo :P
-tend to eat her feelings

She is ready for approval. : D

Oh I love her Sil<3

Oh my goodness, thank you! : D

Your very welcome.
I wish I could be on Celadon with this cutie.

Approved.