Name- Isavi
Gender- Girl
Age- Adult
Level- 23
Moves-
- Spark (Learned by leveling up)
- Quick Attack (Learned by leveling up)
- Helping Hand (Learned by leveling up)
- Thunder Wave (Learned by leveling up)
Ability- Plus
Nature- Careful
Characteristics- Often lost in thought.
National Dex No./Species- #311, Cheering Pokémon, Plusle
Height- 1’04”
Weight- 9.3 lbs.
Pokédex Entry- It absorbs electricity from telephone poles. It shorts out its body to create crackling noises.
Item- None
History- Abandoned as an egg, Isavi never knew her biological parents. She was, instead, found before hatching by a wonderful family of Minun’s, and raised along side the youngest- a Minun boy by the name of Minus- as one of their own. Isavi viewed Minus as an older brother, and someone to look up to. Their childhood was fairly average, with nothing too horrible ever happening to any of the close family members. However, the serenity would not last for the young Plusle. Not long after both Isavi and Minus had reached adolescence, barely of age to survive on their own, their parent’s had disappeared. Neither the Plusle nor the Minun ever truly knew what had become of their dear parents, only accepting they were never to return after months of waiting.
For years the two survived on their own, with Isavi growing closer to Minus, and eventually looking up to him as a protector. She tried often to forget about their parents, and stay as happy as possible, thinking it her job to keep the mood light. The smile on her face rarely wasn’t seen, just as her loud voice was rarely never heard – both by Minus, and others near them. Over the years while the pair learned to survive on their own, Isavi grew into a comfortable routine with her brother. They wandered from here to there, never really having a “home”, until they stumbled into a dingy area with only one spot of light. That spot was a human girl who was living in an orphanage in the ugly area.
The girl wasn’t very liked by the other kids in the orphanage, and wasn’t very happy. So the two took it upon themselves to visit frequently and try to keep the young girl cheered up. They became her best friends, and their visits became daily occurrences over the next few months. Sadly, this happiness did not last, either. Not long after knowing the girl, their was a drive-by shooting (not out of place in the neighborhood in which the orphanage was located.), led by a man whose partner was a Liepard.
The two found her the next day, with a bullet wound just centimeters away from puncturing her lungs. She was still a live, but only surviving on a thread of life. They stayed with her as she bled out, and died, not one other person giving her a second glance.
The two eventually left, back to wandering on their own. Not a lot of time passes, before another obstacle is thrown their way, and the two are captured by a cruel trainer. He used them as punching bags for his team, so his stronger Pokémon could gain more experience. They were abused for a long time – Isavi wasn’t sure how long her and Minus were stuck with the cruel man, having lost track of time after the first two months. One night, as luck would have it, they made a daring escape and managed to get away to the evil man’s clutches.
They didn’t stop that night until they reached Rustboro City after hours of running. Their weakened state left them vulnerable, and, after wandering the city looking for shelter, they were, once again, captured, and taken back to a pound. Isavi didn’t like the pound. Her only comfort was the fact that she shared a cage with her brother. She cried often, having soon quit her attempt to try and be cheerful. The pound was dark, and the people weren’t very kind. She found herself longing for her parents – something she hadn’t done since they found the little orphan girl. She missed the happiness of childhood, and the warmth of her family’s love.
However, she wasn’t there in the pound for long. She was adopted by a lovely elder woman, as a gift for the woman’s granddaughter. The girl she was gifted to was kind and adoring. She never treated the small Pokémon with anything but love and care. The Plusle slept beside the girl in a large, warm bed. Not a day went by that she didn’t think about her older brother- this being the first time she was ever without him. The first few months without him were the hardest. Isavi had a hard time doing anything without her brother there. She was constantly nervous and shaky, and panicked when anyone got near her. She slowly adapted, however, becoming very open to the love and affection the family she was with showed her, and grew to love the family in return.
She was with the family for several years before the epidemic started. She wasn’t aware of what was going on when she was sent back into the wild. She felt hurt when the family didn’t return for her, though she told herself for days that they would. Eventually she realized she could not stay where she waited for long, and would have to leave. She left with a numb heart filled with sadness. She had nobody. Her parents had left her, she didn’t know where her brother was, or if he was even still alive, and her family for the last few years had released her – for reasons she was unsure of.
She wandered alone for several weeks, scared and not knowing what to do, having never been independent before. She fell back into her nervous habits, and had panic attacks often. She began to ground herself by counting things surrounding her. She kept her mind busy when she was walking, by counting her steps. She never stopped walking on an odd number of steps, and soon made a game out of it.
Isavi kept her head down, keeping to herself, and counting her steps. She didn’t know where she was going, and tried to stay walking forward.
She did this every day for a little less than a month before luck decided to grace her once more. She ran into something that was warm, soft, and familiar. When she looked up, before her sat Minus. She was silent as she looked upon him, taking in everything, then, for the first time in many years, the corner of her lips turned up in a genuine smile, and she felt tears of relief flood her eyes. They stuck together for many months, traveling around Hoenn.
Appearance- Looks like a normal Plusle, no differences.
Personality- Isvai doesn’t generally like negative emotions, and tries to hid her own beneath her love for cute, and girlish things, and her loud voice and laugh. Despite that, however, she does get upset frequently, and it’s easy for her to feel threatened and vulnerable.
She’s not very good with independence, and often relies on her older brother for most things. She follows behind him, counting her steps everywhere they go, and lets him do most of the decision making. She doesn’t like thinking of things in from the past, but can’t help it, sometimes, and gets lost in her thoughts of happier times often.
She works hard to keep the negative emotions at bay, and regress back into her childhood state, before everything went wrong. Despite this, she was never quite able to rid herself her anxiety and cautiousness. She doesn’t approach new things easily, and panics when she is not with her brother for any extended period of time. She has a fear of being genuinely happy, for fear that something bad would happen if she does find that bliss.
User Note-
- Minus the Minun belongs to Ciana.
- Ciana helped with character development
- Adoptive parents dead
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