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| Halloween | |
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| Text Color | #ff5721 |
| Item | None |
| Gender | Cisgendered Male |
| Age | Adult |
| Species | #059, Fire type, Arcanine/The Legendary Pokemon |
| Height | 6'03" |
| Weight | 341.4lbs |
| Pokédex Entry | Ruby/Sapphire: Arcanine is known for its high speed. It is said to be capable of running over 6,200 miles in a single day and night. The fire that blazes wildly within this Pokémon's body is its source of power. |
| Level | 49 |
| Ability | Flash fire: Flash Fire makes the user immune to Fire-type moves and will activate when hit by one. When activated, the power of the user's Fire-type moves is increased by 1.5×. While subsequent hits by Fire-type moves will not provide further increase in power, the user remains immune to their effects. |
| Nature | Serious (Neutral nature) |
| Characteristic | Strong willed (+SpD IVs) |
| Moves | -Close Combat (Breeding) -Extreme speed (Level up) -Flare Blitz (Breeding) -Flamethrower (Level up prior evolution) |
| History | Halloween was born alone, to a pair of hateful and angry Pokemon. In the wilds of Sinnoh, two packs of fire type Pokemon clashed against each other in search of food and resources, the Arcanine and the tribe of Infernape. One particular Pokemon from each group were even crueler than most others, a female Arcanine and a male Infernape; the pair would get into long, bloody fights in which they tried so desperately to kill each other. But they say that the more intense the emotion, the more they blur, and in a single instant hatred turned to passion, and neither fire type knew what had happened until there was an egg before both of them. A child, a forever reminder of what they had done. He was an abomination to those parts, everyone knew he had parents from both sides of the blood feud, and neither offered him comfort or food. Barely able to crawl, the unknowing baby went from Infernape territory to Arcanine, just asking for the food and milk he needed, but it was the same disgusted response. Left alone in the wild, the pup was easy prey for a passing by human. Clearly abandoned, by the state of his fur, the man took him to a nearby shelter, a place to raise young Pokemon unable to sustain themselves in the wild and adopt them out to humans. But this place would prove even worse to the baby than his abandonment in the wild. The place was known as a 'wildlife care and rehabilitation center', but it was a prison. Pokemon who were too young or handicapped to live in the wild were taken there. The people's goal was to give them all away to good homes, but if the Pokemon reached adulthood while there, they were simply be released. The unnamed pup didn't know any of that yet, though. He was taken into a small warm room with various other babies and was given formula by bottle. One of the people came up with the idea of naming him after the upcoming holiday, Halloween, and he bore he name for the rest of his life. He grew up under the careful watch of the caretakers, but once the Growlithe pup was strong enough, they let him into the space with the other adolescents. At first, Hallow was excited. He had never known any Pokemon who wanted anything to do with him, but now he could make new friends! And in the beginning, they were nice. He learned daily life as months turned into a year; he was shown and put up for several adoption shows, but no trainer seemed to care from him, causing the Growlithe to feel his first threads of doubt. Insecure, he made the rash decision to go visit his mom. Maybe she would know something? Not knowing much better, he escaped under one of the fences and raced into the forest. However, little did he know, several pairs of eyes were following him. The sun went down and still Halloween could not find his way back to the same forest; it was as if he was in a different forest completely. But as he began to grow scared and worried, a shimmering form appeared out of the darkness. Two massive clawed hands and a gaping, fanged mouth screeched at the pup and reached out to grab him, causing the baby to scream in terror and run. But the Haunter was not alone...and it followed him. Humans had seen his absence and scoured the nearby woods for the Growlithe, so when he fled yelping in terror, he was immediately found and caught. Scooped up, the pup shook with fright but did not fight them. Glancing over the man's shoulder, he could see shadows moving in the pitch black trees. Screwing his green eyes shut, he tried to block it out as he was driven back to the shelter. That night Halloween laid in his bed, closest to the window. Exhausted, he tried to go right to sleep, but found himself studying the moon shining full in the night sky. His mind kept awake by the primal urges to be active beneath the round moon, he was very conscious when suddenly figures moved outside the building. Suddenly, without warning, they vanished as fast as they appeared. Halloween was left wondering if he had even seen anything at all, but he did not sleep that night until the sun peaked over the horizon. However that was only the start. Over the next several months strange, horrible things happened around him. His food bowl would flip over, spilling and ruining his food without him ever touching it, finding thorns living the stuffing of his bed, out of reach and causing him to sleep on the ground, however the caregivers would scold him and force him to sleep in the bed and causing his pelt to bleed from scratches. It steadily became worse, though; first it seemed Halloween saw moving shadows in daylight, or heard laughter when no one was around, but then grew to claws gripping his body at night, his nightmares twisting into morbid and graphic scenes of blood and death. It scarred his mind after nonstop weeks ad months of it, but at least in that time he was the only one being affected. After almost a year of being specifically tortured, the Growlithe was ragged and constantly exhausted, but then his peers began lashing out. Another canine Pokemon accused him of stealing her belongings, but when Halloween disagreed, she ripped his bed apart and found her things hidden inside. Halloween had never done that, he didn't steal, but no one believed his pleas and he was punished by the humans. It steadily became more common though; accusations of stealing food, soiling beds, setting traps-- the youth was almost overnight becoming a delinquent in the eyes of everyone else. They reacted harshly, treating the Growlithe with mean words and even physical attacks when nearby. He quickly isolated himself, always alone and always the outcast. Everyone thought he was a horrible person and did things to piss them off, but no one ever questioned his crying and fearful behavior. At one point Halloween broke and tried to tell his old friends about the nightmares and visions, how he thought they were ghosts, but that only added fuel to the flames. No one believed him and they went from being cold to taunting and mocking him. The living steadily became worse than the ghosts he saw, but there was no peace. After years of it never ending... at one point Halloween merely broke. He stopped caring, he thrived on his solitude, and he stopped trying to defend himself. The years became a blur of trauma he no longer even wishes to remember, the only solstice being when he trained solo with the trainers and other caretakers. His level steadily grew, and he quickly became stronger than those his age at the shelter with his determination and lack of social distractions. The day he was an adult, twenty years old, the humans decided he could be safely released. They offered the grown pup a Firestone as a parting gift, and Halloween did not hesitate. Filling out to a massive, powerful form, when he left to the wild that day...he had never felt freer. The haunting immediately stopped when leaving the area, and the Arcanine never had nightmares caused by the ghosts after that time, though the years of hell had scarred and marred his mind and soul, and he was tired and weary of the world. He did not feel happy, just less miserable. Deciding to leave the land for good, he went to visit his mother one last time. He would tell her off, show her the Arcanine he had become, and leave her forever. It was very possible that she was even dead in those two decades that had passed, but he was actually able to find her with no real issues. The Arcanine was growing old, not looking well at all, and Halloween curled his lip as he came closer. However he never got the chance to get his closure, as she had an egg, unharmed, under her paw. Knocking her off, and disgusted that she would stoop so low, Halloween took the egg and left without another word. He never spoke to his mother again after that....only now Halloween found himself stuck with an egg that he had no clue what it was or what to do with it. He considered leaving it by a tree, but immediately bashed the thought. A newborn would die in the wild just left alone. Halloween made camp that night after a long day of considering, and he was still on the fence when suddenly the egg was exploding. Shocked, Halloween jumped away as a small blue paw emerged, then a little face and a uniquely coloured pair of eyes, red and white, almost colourless. A Shinx crawled out of the egg ad stumbled, cooing softly as it looked up at him. His resolve vanished as the little cub stared up at him. Without thinking about it, he moved forward ad surrounded the baby with his thick tail. "I am your new brother," he told her. In the days that followed, he decided to name her after another human holiday, to coexist with his, and dubbed the baby Easter. For a time life was simple but busy as Halloween grew accustomed to caring for his new sister. After a few months though, they were approached by a Liepard. She introduced herself as Adder, and said that she had been following them for some time. Instantly suspicious, Halloween did not trust her, but she offered them help, shelter and food. Halloween's resolve faltered; he had yet to become accustomed to living on his own and Easter did not make things easier. Taking a cautious shot in the dark, he agreed to stay with her for the night. However, Adder ended up being the best thing that could have happened to the pair. Halloween warmed up very quickly to the older feline and they ended up living together for a good amount of time as Easter slowly grew up. It was several years down the road of a generally easygoing life, Halloween raised his new sister under his watchful eyes, her learning to speak and explore the world precious memories the canine would always treasure. After around six or seven years, Halloween began feeling particularly attracted to the Liepard. Adder was snappy, sarcastic, and not warm at all, but for some reason he enjoyed being near her, in a much different way than he enjoyed being with his sister. A few more years going by of learning how to be wild Pokemon, teaching Easter and protecting her, Halloween eventually realised that it must be the rare thing he shared for both girls-- love. He loved his sister, and he found himself loving Adder, too. But though he cared for her, the older feline became more foul and insufferable as the years passed, snapping at Halloween and challenging ad insulting him...but the canine did not care. He would have stayed there forever. Until the day of the storm. A dry thunderstorm swept through the forest, their shelter the only thing keeping them from the rain. However, the dangers became much worse as the night went on, especially when lightning struck nearby...then on the actual structure. Topping half to the ground, Hallow ad Easter were able to flee, but Added did not follow. Desperate, he rushed back in, but the Liepard was under too much heavy debris. He begged her not t leave him, even as the fire grew more and more intense, his flame absorbing ability would not keep him safe forever, and he cried before the dying Liepard. Finally, she looked him dead in the eye and spat, "I never even cared for you. It was a favor, a favor from your fucking mom!" Shortly after the entire building collapsed, killing Adder ad leaving the siblings alone. Easter was thirteen. The next years were much easier for the pair, being older and much more knowledgeable, the siblings were happy ad thrived for several more years when their lives changed forever once more. Easter was nearing young adulthood when the environment became filthy and tainted. The apocalypse was upon them, and Halloween swore his life that he would keep his sister safe. As time dragged on, it seemed that they would be alright. Undead were simple enough to avoid and outsmart, but despite their careful planning, Easter and Halloween became separated. Sick with worry and devastated that she was gone, the Arcanine makes it his goal to find her. Easter is all that is left in the world, all that is good. He can't let her down. |
| Appearance | "Arcanine is a quadruped, canine Pokémon with an orange pelt marked by jagged black stripes. It has diamond-shaped ears with beige insides, black eyes, a round, black nose, and two pointed teeth protruding from its upper jaw. Its head, muzzle, and chest are covered in shaggy, beige fur, except for two oval sections around each eye and ear. Long tufts of fur grow behind its elbows and around its ankles. Its underside is black, and it has a billowing, beige tail that is bent in the middle. Each paw has three toes and a round, pink pad." -Bulbapedia Pretty average for his species, Halloween looks like a normal Arcanine, the only real difference being his eyes; the canine's iris' are a deep emerald green, the left eye noticeably yellower than the right. |
| Personality | PROS: Honest, sincere, brilliantly intelligent, clever, unafraid CONS: Blunt, harsh, cold, merciless, fierce temper, untrusting, paranoid, hateful, socially awkward, sarcastic, closed off OTHER: not talkative, quiet, stoic -Despite his horrible personality, Halloween is honest to a fault and completely sincere when he means it. Borderline impossible to earn his trust, but once done, he is loyal to the very death. -Not one to be all warm and feely, in fact Halloween very rarely will show any kind of emotion, both in his expression and tone. |
| User Notes | -Based off of my own Original Character Halloween. -Asexual, though does not actually know this or consider himself this, he simply has no interest. (And on that note, heterosexual.) -Infernape father -I imagine his flash fire ability to almost be similar to fire bending; when hit with a special fire type attack the flames would kind of dissipate around him then swirl for a few seconds, and if he uses his own Flamethrower technique in that small amount of time, those flames will combine with his attack to make it even stronger. If he uses Flare Blitz, his body would become almost twice as hot as it would be normally for that move and if smashed into an object, it would explode and melt midair, but when used on an enemy, the undead could literally boil and cook in their own skin and fall over dead. -It goes without saying that Halloween and Easter are not blood related, and deep down she kind of knows that, but their bond is built on what they have not what they're missing, and they will always consider each other brother and sister. -Halloween was haunted by a group of ghost Pokemon growing up, just having horrible luck in attracting their attention. They simply kept invisible around other people and Pokemon and were never seen by anyone other than their muse, Halloween. -Easter had evolved to a Luxio a few years back (kinda lost a way to mention that in the history) |
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| Sleipnir | |
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| Text Color | #faca69 |
| Item | None |
| Gender | Cisgender male |
| Age | Child, 8-10 Years Old |
| Species | #077, Fire type, Ponyta/ The Fire Horse Pokémon |
| Height | 3’00” |
| Weight | 54lbs |
| Pokédex Entry | As a newborn, it can barely stand. However, through galloping, its legs are made tougher and faster. |
| Level | 15 |
| Ability | Flash fire: Flash Fire makes the user immune to Fire-type moves and will activate when hit by one. When activated, the power of the user's Fire-type moves is increased by 1.5×. While subsequent hits by Fire-type moves will not provide further increase in power, the user remains immune to their effects. |
| Nature | Timid (+Speed,-Att) |
| Characteristic | Alert to Sounds (Speed IVs) |
| Moves | -Growl (Leveled up) -Tackle (Leveled up) -Ember (Leveled up) -Flame Wheel (Leveled up) |
| History | Born into a herd of Rapidash living in an area of rural Kanto, Sleipnir was born with a particularly unusual deformity – he sported four extra legs. The mutation resulting from a conjoined twin scenario gone wrong, the foal hatched to a both startled and disgusted audience. The child was considered freakish, his distraught mother immediately rejecting the boy as the youngster was shunned for his abnormality. Sleipnir didn’t understand at the time, oblivious to the judgement passed on his physical irregularity, but instead clung to the one individual who stood by him – his father. The male couldn’t allow the child to die and thus took it upon himself to care for the foal, regardless of the damage to his status in the familial unit. Whilst the father and son were permitted to live in the herd’s territory, the former occasionally offered opportunity to shun parental duties and return to the family, they were essentially outsiders. Excluded from the group, judged and isolated for being different, Sleipnir grew up a lonely child. He was never like the other youngsters of his age. When they were galloping, racing each other across vast, grassy plains, Sleipnir was still struggling to find his hooves. Adapting to life with eight legs proved difficult, but the youngster was blessed with a fearsome determination as his dreams of normality were constantly dangled before his face. He wanted to be a normal child, gallop and play with the other Ponyta of his age and continued to strive for such a simple life. His father was as supportive as he could be, always there to protect and care for the child despite a quiet shame that had flourished over time. It was company enough for Sleipnir, the youngster totally devoted to his parent who tried so hard to shield the child from the cruelty of youth. But it was all in vain. The mockery of the herd would always greet the mutated foal and in time, he had learnt that he could never be anything more than a freak. As time passed, Sleipnir accepted his identity as an outsider. Deep down he knew he would never be accepted within the herd and yet found himself unable to shake the desire of being someone different. With his father’s help, he learnt to control his body. He’d learnt to gallop, awkwardly and often prone to accidents, but it was a step towards proving his bullies wrong. The foal had begun some soft training, constantly pushing himself in a bid for acceptance that continued to fall on deaf ears. Nobody cared. His father was encouraging, kind, but never had the heart to tell his son that their social status could never be remedied. They had their lot in life and there was no escaping it. When the epidemic hit, the herd was massacred by the rampaging undead. The Rapidash group put up a valiant fight, but it resulted in bloodshed, each and every individual slaughtered. It was only out of sheer luck that Sleipnir and his father managed to cheat death. They travelled for several months after that, wandering in no particular direction in search of anything that resembled safety, all the while haunted by the gruesome attack that forced them away. It was only a matter of time before disaster befell the youth. They were attacked by the undead, Sleipnir’s father desperately working to protect his son’s life only to be slain himself. He knew death was inevitable, using himself as bait whilst urging the foal to run as fast he could, to flee. Sleipnir tearfully obeyed, seemingly forgetting his impediment to rocket away from the scene – knowing that he was now completely alone. Sleipnir spent the next month in hiding. Undeniably the lowest point of his short life, the mutated foal was terrified of the world beyond and had confined himself to a small, run-down shed for safety. Haunted by his father’s death, the child quickly grew thin, too scared to go in search in food as his energy was rapidly sapped. He spent his days in a cycle of sorrowful terror, falling deeper into his own fragile mind as he prayed for a life better than his own – desperate to be brave, yet lacking the confidence to fulfil his dreams. The Ponyta was eventually forced out of hiding by wandering undead, running for his life only to trip over his own hooves. He would’ve been killed on the spot hadn’t a stranger leapt to his aid. The Luxray was a honed battler, effortlessly disposing of the child’s pursuers before turning concernedly to the frightened foal. Both awed and intimidated by his saviour, Sleipnir initially shied away from the lion yet found no judgement in the stranger’s eyes. He was kind, a true guardian that the equine quickly warmed up to. The duo travelled together for another month and a half, Sleipnir providing endearing company whilst his new friend did everything to ensure the child’s survival. The feline saw past the boy’s mutation and was soon treating him akin to a younger brother, the foal in turn idolizing the Luxray. However, this period of happiness soon came to an end. Driven apart by the undead, the duo was forced to separate. Despite his best efforts at reuniting himself with the lion, Sleipnir has found himself hopelessly lost for a little over a week, fearful but instilled with a newfound determination to find the only surviving creature willing to accept him. |
| Appearance | "Ponyta is an equine Pokémon with yellow and reddish-orange flames forming its mane and tail. This fiery mane and tail grows out about an hour after hatching. Its body is mainly cream and has four long legs, each ending in a single, gray hoof. These hooves are said to be harder than diamonds. It also has extraordinary jumping abilities, and is capable of leaping tall buildings in a single bound. However, a newborn Ponyta is a weak runner and is actually barely able to stand. It gradually strengthens its legs and becomes faster by chasing after its parents. In the anime, it is shown that Ponyta can control its flames so that its rider is not burned by them. Ponyta runs in fields and mountains all day. Ponyta live in grasslands, on plains, or anywhere that it can run freely." Smaller than the average Ponyta, Sleipnir appears a scrawny, malnourished child within the epidemic world. Whilst he’d never been of a substantial weight, it is apparent that the foal’s health has slipped with the arrival of the undead and as a result he appears more fragile than ever. His eyes are a soft shade of lavender. Boasting the normal coloration of his kind, from the shoulder-up, Sleipnir appears completely unremarkable – it is his polymelia that defines him, forever marking him a freak. Unsurprisingly the most obvious thing about Sleipnir is his eight legs, developed as a result of a conjoined twin scenario go wrong. The fore legs join at the shoulders whilst the extra hind legs join lower down around the stifle joint. Although both pairs of extra limbs are fully formed and have the potential for perfect functioning, they are all notoriously weak. The latter pair is especially so, proving a burden to movement that is often the cause of Sleipnir’s many falls and stumbles, keen to knock him off balance. The extras, however, do not boast the flames of the original legs. |
| Personality | Loving | Honest | Curious | Determined | Endearing | Optimistic | Timid | Physically Weak | Impressionable | Insecure | Self-Loathing | Lonely | Emotional | Immovably Loyal A kind-hearted and endearing child, Sleipnir’s personality is undeniably his greatest asset. Due to a lifelong deprivation of the attention and love he so desperately desires, the foal leaps at the opportunity of making a friend despite certain reservations about whether he is worthy of such a privilege. Acutely conscious of offending company with his appearance, he will shy away upon first meeting. Past the timidity he’s a genuinely sweet-natured youth, the embodiment of childish innocence. Given the opportunity to prove his benevolence, he’s capable of surpassing all expectations. Whilst far from average in terms of appearance, Sleipnir does share the same qualities of curiosity and energy. Playful, friendly and always eager to please, he has a seemingly limitless amount of energy that drives him not only physically but mentally. Sleipnir is a true optimist despite the darker undertones of his history. He has spent his life overcoming mockery and thus possesses a fearsome determination to succeed and prove to the world that they were wrong about him – powering through the worst situations in the hope that things will be better tomorrow. His sense of hope is admirable yet flitting in his current circumstances, dwindling away as a self-loathing emerges in times of stress and isolation. Sleipnir’s existence has been dictated by his physical mutation and despite his usually peppy persona, the Ponyta cannot banish the word ‘freak’ from his vocabulary. Although he will stubbornly resist the label, he will often slip into a darker, fragile mindset in times of isolation. Ashamed of his appearance, Sleipnir is no stranger to self-loathing and has become notoriously timid from years of verbal abuse. Lacking the confidence to take control of his life, Sleipnir lacks the courage to claim and pursue the love he so desperately seeks, constantly doubting his abilities and self-worth. Realizing he’ll never be as powerful or fast of a normal Ponyta, Sleipnir is not only physically weak but also incredibly vulnerable to manipulation. In his desperation to find a parent-figure or a friend, Sleipnir reveals himself to be extremely impressionable. Still young, the Ponyta’s mind continues to develop and remains exposed to the shaping of those around him. In the wrong company, the child is easily and often badly influenced. He’ll follow orders unquestionably, motivated by an unwavering but often corrupt loyalty; practically blinded by an idolization of those who are already living his dream. His loneliness leaves him weak and dependent on those who may not be fit for such responsibility. |
| User Notes | -Sleipnir blames his father’s death entirely on himself and no amount of persuasion will make him believe otherwise. When the topic of family arises in conversation, the foal proves particularly aloof and quietly emotional. - The Luxray mentioned in his history is Thor. - Named after and appearance based on Sleipnir from Norse Mythology. -Adopted, original profile here. |
