| Twilight | ||||||
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| Nicknames | No nickname. | |||||
| Item(s) | Soothe Bell | |||||
| Gender | Female | |||||
| Age | Adult | |||||
| Species | #354, Banette, The Marionette Pokemon | |||||
| Height | 3'07/1.1m | |||||
| Weight | 27.6lbs/12.5kg | |||||
| Pokédex Entry | " An abandoned plush doll became this Pokémon. It seeks the child who disowned it." | |||||
| Level | 50 | |||||
| Ability | Frisk | |||||
| Nature | Adamant | |||||
| Characteristic | Somewhat of a Clown | |||||
| Moves | -Shadow Sneak(Level Up.) -Shadow Claw (TM) -Shadow Force (Tutor) -Sucker Punch (Level Up.) | |||||
| History | Twilight was created in the ruins of an abandoned amusement park, made from the husk of an old puppet once used to entertain children. It had spent years as man's tool, and when it no longer had a use it was left to decay. It lay there, accumulating dust and a hatred against those people who left her behind like a piece of garbage. That said, when the warped doll finally finished forming it was essentially a child. Twilight floated through the air aimlessly, looking around at the rusting wrecks of roller coasters and Ferris wheels. The sound of someone crying, and the feeling of despair pulled the puppet towards the source like a string. Underneath a collapsed concessions stand a little Buneary was curled up sobbing to herself, concealing her face with her pink ears. Concerned, but not understanding Twilight watched unblinking for quite some time. Not long after a pair of footsteps came close enough to be heard, making the Buneary get up with a start. A pair of young boys, trainers had been chasing after the shiny pokemon for quite some time. They shouted at the rabbit excitedly but with heavy lacing of frustration, they proclaimed how they had finally run down the rabbit and now there was no where to hide. 'So they were the ones who made her cry.' In an instant the ghost swooped down at the boys, face contorted with a wide scream as she screeched in their faces. Effectively chasing them off, the ghost returned to hanging in the air in utter silence with a blank look once again adorning her features. "Well good going! I bet you scared them so bad they won't sleep properly in weeks!" The Shuppet stared down at the Buneary, eyes unblinking and unnerving the little bunny so again she spoke up to the ghost. "Uh well...Thanks? You really helped me out there. Here, have this. I bet you could use it a lot more than I do." So started the somewhat odd friendship the rabbit and the Twilight had. The Buneary while somewhat impish in nature, was actually very good of heart and served as a good influence on the new spirit. As they spent time together, travelling around getting into mischief and helping out other pokemon in need the puppet gradually developed more of a personality, though still retaining her old dislike of humans. In between playing pranks the two had to dodge trainers who wanted to capture them. After several years they both evolved, The Lopunny a beautiful specimen and Twilight changing into an oddity. When Twilight's appearance wasn't enough to frighten off trainers the two of them were skilled enough in their own methods of fighting, The Loppuny going for strong Jump Kicks and the Twilight attacking with shadowy powers. In worst case scenario, the two could run like the wind. Which they had to do quite often. The wandering lifestyle suited them perfectly however. While travelling the Johto region they came across an elderly Smeargle passed out in the cold, taking her with them they brought her into their temporary shelter. When the old artist was resuscitated the Lopunny calmed her nerves when the normal type sighted the ghost. They spent the entire day talking with each other and all came to be good friends, the smeargle teaching them both unusual moves that she had come to master in the years. It was shortly after this that the two friends had a falling out, with the Lopunny running off alone into the night. Twilight spent days searching for her friend, it wasn't after she had heard rumors of some kind of 'Pokemon Mill' that she had any luck. Not that the place was in any way fortunate. The place was a grotesque building, a captive breeding facility for Pokemon to be sold for high prices on the market. Able to rely on her new ability to manipulate the shadows, Twilight snuck through the building and witnessed things that should not have been seen. The most horrific of which was when she discovered her friend. The first and best friend she ever had died in front of her eyes a withered husk. Taking the blood stained egg lying on the ground, the Banette left the place without another word. She left Johto, and raised the new little Buneary as her own and together they were happy. Though like his mother before him the little rabbit's fur was of a different shade, even more beautiful than that of his predecessor. As such Twilight was fiercely protective of her child, and while she tried her best to give him a perfect childhood she would never dare let the bunny from her sight. Since she very rarely, if ever slept The ghost was able to keep her vigil. When the frequency of trainer attacks started to increase, Twilight picked up her wandering lifestyle once more, fighting off trainer pokemon while seeking a safe place to raise her child. While in the Orre region, they came across a terrifying sight. Pokemon without emotion, acting as soldiers while cloaked in shadow. These foes were difficult for the Banette to defeat, and after weeks of fighting it grew to be too much for her and she collapsed in the middle of a battle. When she awoke, she had been taken in at some sort of facility, a pokemon hospital. Escaping almost immediately, She set off to find her child. It has been over 5 years now since then, and she severely doubts the boy is still alive. Still she searches. | |||||
| Appearance | She's a bit over 3 feet tall, lean looking, and has the typical Banette features of being made of fabric and having a big head with a ribbon trailing off, and strange claw-like hands. Is covered in numerous stitches from years of fighting, and there are patches of white fabric that were used to replace her torn body. Has an unusual red swirling eye. Is always smiling. Always. | |||||
| Personality | Pros:Cheerful||Protective||Intelligent||Patient||Maternal Cons:Violent||Sadistic||Cold||Bitter||Depressed Others:Masks negative emotions||Curious | |||||
| User Notes | -History and Personality have been completely retconned combining the original Marionette WIP I had earlier, original Profile can be found Here. -Partially Based off of The Puppet from Five Nights at Freddy's 2. -The sound of The Soothe Bell helps calm her temper and often helps curtail her rants and rampages before they start, the soft chime being heard whenever she moves. -Was taught Shadow Force by her Smeargle friend who had learned the move themselves naturally, via sketching it. -Stole the TM for Shadow Claw from a travelling trainer when she came across them, figuring out how to use the item through watching humans use them. -Single Profile | |||||
| Sandra 'Sandragon' | |
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| Text Color | #FFDAB9 |
| Item | None |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | Toddler |
| Species | #023, Ekans the Snake Pokemon |
| Height | 3'02" |
| Weight | 9.8lbs |
| Pokédex Entry | "The older it gets, the longer it grows. At night, it wraps its long body around tree branches to rest." |
| Level | 6 |
| Ability | Shed Skin |
| Nature | Naive |
| Characteristic | Highly curious |
| Moves | - Wrap (Start) - Leer (Start) - Poison Tail (Breeding) - Poison Sting (Lv. Up) |
| History | Sandra was bred by one of the most prominent Ekans breeders in the region, the Snow variety of Ekans was the most popular breed ever created, the sweet and docile nature that was the norm further embedded their popularity among the elite, and the company that owned her parents used them as breeders to further propagate their coloration and docile nature, she was meant to be the perfect pet. As soon as she was to be hatched she would be shipped off to stock one of the fancy pet stores and be sold to Pokemon collectors and spoiled children for an exuberant price. But then the epidemic struck. One of their breeder stock was infected (A Super Pastel Dragonair to be exact) and awhile after her egg had been laid, she was stored away in the private PC used for storing the company's Pokemon for later retrieval when the outbreak died down and they could sell their 'products' again. Not weeks later the facility that housed countless Serpents was under siege by the former inhabitants. In a attempt to contain the maddened Pokemon, the staff locked the facility down, preventing any escape. The Poison types who were not infected tried their best to defend themselves and actually managed to form a stronghold of sorts in the building's basement holed up with the supplies available. They even lasted a good amount of time, the single long corridor that was it's entrance was easy to defend against the unorganized horde, and they further fortified it by filling the entrance with all the useless bits of debris and furniture they could get their coils on. But none could prepare themselves for the massive Purple-splotched Dragonite that burst through the improvised barricade like matchsticks. He was one of the few fully evolved breeders that the facility had, the main sire of the 'Elite' package of Dratini's that knew rare egg moves and were centered around battling, so he was endowed with intense training as well as the rarest and powerful TMs available. Knowing moves such as Thunder and Blizzard, it's easy to predict what happened in the ensuing battle, if you'd even call it that. It was nothing short of slaughter. The infected left had no mercy on these once prized and coveted Pokemon, and they devoured parents and children to the very last 'mon. And even after then, the killing didn't stop. Still under the influence of his blood lust, the Dragonite who had made the whole assault possible turned his claws onto his infected brethren, and tore them to shreds just as they just did to the once living serpents. In the end no one was left. Months past by, unnoticed by the children as they slumbered away as beings of pure energy. During the wet season, the now empty building was wrecked by a vicious thunderstorm, with water and lightning being hurled down from the heavens as if Arceus himself was venting his anger on this one building. One bolt directly hit the rapidly decaying power generators who had miraculously kept running in spite it's lack of care. With a massive surge of electricity, the electronic database that was storing thousands of innocent, carefree children overloaded, sending every last one of them into oblivion as they faded into nothing, their only consolation is that they never had to know the hell that the world that they once loved had descended into. One small egg managed to escape it though. During the initial purge one of the transfer systems malfunctioned, and deposited it into the outside world. Not long after, cracks started to form on the surface. Sandra had hatched. Alone. Where did everyone go? She asked herself. After thoroughly looking in her building, Sandra set out to find them. |
| Appearance | Sandra shares the same body type of most young Ekans, she is serpentine in shape, has a rattle on the end of her tail, and has yellow 'bands'. The coloring of her scales however, are quite different. She has blood-red eyes since she is albino, and the scales are a very light tan, almost to the point of being white, while the spots are mildly darker light brown. On the top of her head there is an area of pink arranged in a flame pattern. With her wide eyes and perpetually curious expression, Sandra can easily be considered cute. |
| Personality | Pros: Hopeful, Happy, Very obedient and sweet, Innocent, Inquisitive, Trusting, Compassionate for others Cons: Is perhaps too trusting, and will take whatever another Pokemon says as fact and/or go along with whatever they wish, Is very oblivious to danger and unless they are obviously dangerous she could go right up to them without the slightest bit of hesitation, has very little knowledge of the world, Is a bit ditzy and clumsy and she sometimes goes cross-eyed because of a common genetic ailment |
| User Notes | - Based off of my pet corn snake Sandra and as such closely resembles her -Her father is a Seviper. -Original Profile |
