Tenra the Infected Froslass
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Time of Infection- Approx 1 week
Item- A small chunk of NeverMeltIce, taken from the Corpse of Regice
Gender- Female
Age- Adult
Species- #478 Froslass, The Snow Land Pokemon
Height- 4'03"/1.3m
Weight- 58.6lbs/26.6kg
Pokédex Entry- "It freezes foes with an icy breath nearly -60 degrees F. What seems to be its body is actually hollow." (Diamond/Pearl)
Level- Insert Level Here
Ability- Snow Cloak "Snow Cloak causes evasion to increase by 20% in a hailstorm."
Nature- Serious
Characteristic- Strong willed
Moves-
- Blizzard (Level Up)
- Ice Beam (TM)
- Shadow Ball (TM)
- Double Team (Start)
History- Life and Death. Concepts often not associated with once you are technically dead. What can I say? I was already dead, then I was bitten, and apparently I'm forced to die once more. But, before we begin a droll, depressing tale of my suffering at the claws of these Infected, let us start at the relative beginning of my sad, yet somewhat interesting tale. I do not remember much of my life as a Snorunt, for a week after I hatched, my trainer, whose name escapes me, forced my evolution with a Dawn Stone. But I harbored to no ill will, eventually coming to enjoy my beautiful, graceful form, though it did come at a sad price. I was not alive. Being the shade I am, there is no heartbeat, and I need not breathe. I'm hollow inside, and cold, and dead...
To prevent unnecessary sadness, we shall move on. When I came of age, when my teenage years hit me like a prize fighter, I was forced into a world of violence. Taught not to surrender, and to fight until the strain made me crumble. For a time I was strong, conquering my opponents with sheer will alone. My trainer thought it useful to teach me certain moves he got from odd little discs which he would use on me. After this, there is little I can remember, whether from the stress of battle or from me developing a dementia, I do not know. What I remember next is my 22nd year.
I was fighting against some people known as the Elite Four or something of that nature, when I was defeated. My trainer always had a foul temper, but took care not to take it out on his Team. Today was different, and he released me, merely for making him lose. It was not my fault. He had sent me out to fight an Onix, and the Rock Type would not go down, and one Stone Edge later, and I was defeated.
Little was I aware, as I hopelessly and aimlessly wandered about, that my world, which I had become so fond, was beginning down the road to death, and decay as is the natural order of things. For a time after the Infection started I remained hidden, watching as the living came to die, and rose again, to feed on others.
Upon passing near the human settlement known as Olivine after a greivous battle with a group of these abominations, I found the torn and defeated body of Regice, my personal Lord and God. To honor his passing, I took from him a sliver of his form, Nevermeltice, which I will preserve as a token of the valiant golem's death.
Appearance- Looks, for all rights and reasons, to be a normal frosslass. Due to her typing, and the recent time of infection, she has not yet began to show signs of infection.
Personality- Was raised to be the star of a trainer's team, and as side-effect of the single minded training, is very strong willed. Since her release and apparent failure to her trainer, she has grown disinterested in most around her. Is very deadpan about most things, with the exception of cpmbat, which she holds a learned passion for.
User Notes- - Is still contagious, and is not showing may signs of infection due to her typing.
- Had permission to reference Regice in history
- Due to the recent Infection time, and her high resistance and a slowly fading mental state, she does not know she is infected yet.
-History Written by The Big Cheese
