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Dante the Houndusk [Snowpoint, Sinnoh]

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Dante the Houndusk [Snowpoint, Sinnoh]

by Silverishness Tue Jul 12, 2011 11:34 pm

Dante

Hex Color	#AF4035
Item	None
Gender	Male
Age	Adult (26 in human terms)
Species	#???/ Houndusk, the Dark Pokemon
Height	6'0”
Weight	210.7 lbs

Pokédex Entry	Its believed that if you lock eyes with this pokemon its said that it can see into your soul. Its eerie howls send chills through the night.
Level	45
Ability	Early Bird
Nature	Rash
Characteristic	Somewhat stubborn
Moves	-Flamethrower [Breeding] -Odor Sleuth [Learned] -Sludge Bomb [TM] -Dark Pulse [Breeding]

History	History Dante was bred and born at a breeding facility deep in Johto, a filthy building designed to merely produce powerful pokemon to sell to shady trainers. He was quickly thrust into a battle as soon as he was able to stand, and since that moment, he knew nothing but fighting his entire childhood. While the humans running the business kept the battles between children easy enough, they grew steadily more and more life threatening as he and his dozens of litter mates grew older. However, this dingy, bleak lifestyle didn't affect the youth much, as it was all he knew. And what was more, he was one of the favorites, sometimes treated with nutrients and treats to further his stats. But even as he rose in popularity with the breeders themselves, he paid his attention to a small zorua by the name of Delia. As kits, they were nearly inseparable, playing and having fun together when their own lives were so dark and gloomy in the shadows of the humans that governed them. They were together, as close as brother and sister, and nothing could change that. However, Fate is a cruel mistress, and as soon as Dante evolved, he was whisked away from his psuedo-sister to be put into the larger, more dangerous fights against the harder opponents. He seldom, if ever, saw Delia then, his days too blurred with blood and teeth to be able to sneak to see her. When Dante beat down one of the most powerful pokemon availbale at the business, the owner decided to, instead of selling Dante at a very pretty price, keep him and further the houndoom's bloodline. With him, the human would be able to breed more powerful houndour, and so, Dante's life was set. He was treated with something closer to love than he'd ever gotten from a human, allowed to rest and enjoy life. He no longer was thrust into battle, and for that, he was grateful. In time, he was introduced to another pokemon, a feline by the name of Regina. He found love in her, and for a sweet, wonderful moment, he was content, peaceful... happy. He would be able to put his terrible childhood to rest behind him as he went forward with his newfound mate. Once more, though, it seemed like the Legends above would not let him hold onto such luxuries. While he was out hunting one particularly rainy day, gunshots and screams echoed through the air, alarming him to something terrible afoot back home. He ran as fast as he could only to arrive at a bloodied, silent scene. Upon investigating, following the bloodied tracks up into his home, he saw none other than Delia, feasting on Regina's warm corpse. She lunged for him, the image of her eyes and teeth still haunts him to this day. After he tried in vain to fight her, to kill her for what she'd done, he was unable; her little form was too swfit and agile for him as he found himself succumbing to grief. His life, his peace, his love-- all eaten by the demon he'd once called his sister. Vowing revenge, he set out after her, willing to go to any lengths to exact on her what she'd inflicted on him. It wasn't long after that he began to encounter strange pokemon, things with dull red eyes, sluggish movements and rank of death. With these monsters becoming more and more frequent, he ventured north, finding that the world was now Hell itself, these "Undead" its denizens. He eventually made it into the Ice Path near Blackthorne, where he met a few other survivors like himself. There, they tried weaving through the labyrinth of a cave system, running from a white ghost of a pokemon that refused to die. Shortly after, a strange power lifted and teleported him and the others into a bleak, terrible snowstorm, some of them... not making it. With who was left, he led them into Snowpoint City, where after a many mishap, they tried seeking shelter, hoping that maybe they would get enough rest to lick their wounds. There, Delia finally caught up to him and after a battle to the death, Dante precariously emerged the victor.
Appearance	Larger than the normal houndusk, and therefore, heavier. He's no stranger to built muscles, and holds himself with confidence. Not that this confidence exudes arrogance, but his harsh gaze will tell any onlooker that he doesn't take bullshit. He has a small scruff of stray furs on his chin, resembling a small patch of facial hair. His ice blue eyes are possibly the most striking of his features, as the color pops out from the darkness of the rest of his fur. His large horns arch back like a ram's, and in Houndusk terms, he is definitely Alpha material.
Personality	Stubborn\| Insensitive\| Brash\| Ethical\| Unendingly Loyal\| Leader\| Paranoid\| Callous\| Gruff\| Distant\| Vengeful\| Does not seek to please people Dante always has been and always will be an asshole. However, this staple of his personality is padded by his good nature and definite morals, rounding him out to be an overall good person. Despite his bitching and moaning -and his tendency of asshole-ism- he truly does seek to protect those he cares for, putting their own safety and health above his own. Whether this was always instilled in him or was brought up from his inability to protect Regina is unknown to even him. He is otherwise not the most pleasant pokemon to keep as company, his vocabulary often very colorful and blunt. He does not try to make people feel better or to sugarcoat a situation; what he says is very much how he feels and sees. Those who differ in opinion can go and shove their words up their asses for all he cares. Unless there is a glaring flaw in his perception, his mind won't budge. A shadow, however, looms in his mind in the form of the zorua -now zoroark- that haunted him for over a year of searching. Even though he killed her himself, her words, her eyes, and the scene from that terrible night still dog his steps, as he will never truly be free of her. He still hears her, smells her, feels her and it terrifies him. As his own personal demon, Delia marks a state of mind that embodies his truest, deepest, darkest fear: insanity. To sink down into the depths as Delia had terrifies him, that he could so easily turn on those he loves like she had so long ago.
User Notes	Has a growing loathing of ice and snow, after constantly being in the stuff Tends to begrudgingly do favors for others Typically takes the lead in any situation; leadership is just in his nature