Azul | |
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Item | A pink bow around her tail near the bulb. She carries a Buneary plush around, which is a little bit dirty. |
Gender | Female |
Age | 3 |
Species | #298/ Azurill/ Polka Dot Pokemon |
Height | 0'08"/ 0.2m |
Weight | 4.4lbs/ 2.0kg |
Pokédex Entry | Its tail bounces like a rubber ball. It flings that tail around to fight opponents bigger than itself. |
Level | 5 |
Ability | Thick Fat |
Nature | Timid |
Characteristic | Strong willed |
Moves | - Splash (Learned) - Charm (Learned) - - |
History | Blue lips.... Blue veins.... Blue, the color of our planet from far, far away.... The room a was peachy with the dim light from the lamp on the night stand next to the soft, luxurious bed where two baby creatures sat together. The emerald eyes of the human locked on to the little sleeping form in her arms, quietly, and gently singing a quiet lullaby. He stumbled into faith and thought.... "God this is all... there is...?" Her delicate, 8 year old voice carried through the room. The small blue mouse didn't stir, peacefully sleeping in her arms as she continued to soothe her. The pictures in his mind arose.... And began.... To breathe.... The little girls raven hair draped over her shoulder, slowly crawling it's way down her purple night gown. Her words spiraled in the room calmly, lulling even herself to sleep in the soft glow of the lamp. She continued on with the song for quite a while.... They started out beneath the knowledge tree, then they chopped it down to make white picket fences, and marching along the railroad tracks, they smile real wide for the camera lenses, they made it past the enemy lines just become enslaved in the assembly lines.... What both didn't notice in the serene scene of love, was the shadowy feeling creeping up from behind.... Blue, the most human color. Blue, the most human color. Blue.... Preparing for an attack.... Never heard it coming.... Her song continued, and she was slightly unnerved.... The most human.... Color.... .... ...Never again to sing like a mockingbird.... The little mouse was to far into sleep to wake up; it being silent as a church in the room.... The undead that had been there slinked out of the house, not noticing that the Azurill was there. Its mission was done. ... The rodent stirred, slowly, and easily coming to her senses in the dawn light. The mouse let out a coo, and rolled over to her left side. "Ashley?" The small rodent noticed her owner, laying on the side away from her. That's funny; they always woke up in an embrace.... The curious creature bounced over to the little girl. "...Ill?" it asked it's trainer, asking if she was ok. Her trainer did not move. The small pokemon peeked over the girl, slowly. The girls eyes were halfway open, smiling a little as she looked out the window to the sunrise. The little Azurill perked up at her trainer, but then noticed her paws were wet. She looked down onto the sheet, which was crimson where she stood. She froze in place, staring down at the pool of red liquid, then quickly, and panicingly looked over her trainer. It was then that she noticed the beautiful little had had her throat slit. The Azurill shrieked in grievance and in shock. She continued to cry there for bit, keening in loss. The little blue mouse finally decided to sit down, but then decided to crawl over her trainer, and tucked herself under her arm.... ... After a long while of silent sobbing to herself, the Azurill finally noticed its surroundings. Then, an eerie, slow dripping came from the rest of the house. The Azurill dared to jump off the bed, pick up the small plushie Ashley had gotten for her, and bounce through the house. She went to the source of the dripping; the bathroom. She cautiously rounded the corner to the tiled bathroom, and screamed from what she saw. Ashley's mother hung from the shower nozzle. Not just hung, but she had been hung upside down, and had her throat cut as well; the dried blood cracking on the face it spilled over. The Azurill had wanted to faint right then from such shock, and looked to see that the windows and mirrors had writing in blood on them. It wasn't coherent though; the words were unidentifiable. The Azurill keened one last time, ran into Ashley's bedroom to get a final glace, then dashed. The Azurill ran as fast as her little feet could carry her. She leaned forward in mid-run, suddenly tripping on a large rock, and fell face first into the mud. Her mind went blank.... "Oh Azul, you're the best Azurill in the world...." Ashley cooed to the Azurill she held up above her head. She lay on her bed, and played with the little baby pokemon. "Do you want me to sing you your lullaby? the girl happily said, then put Azul down in a nest of blankets. They both snuggled up, and Ashley handed Azul her Buneary plushie she cherished so much.... Blue... the most human color.... Blue... the most human color.... Blue.... The small mouse lay pitifully in the brown mud, unconscious, but still grieving. The most human color.... ... Blue lips.... Blue veins.... Blue... the color of our planet from far, far away... |
Appearance | Afraid and a little beaten up. She’s a baby pokemon, usually wrapped up in her tail and holding the bulb at the end of it. Her Buneary doll is always at her side. |
Personality | Small and young, she is very scared of everything, especially undead. |
User Notes | This profile is 8 months old. JEBUS. owo Literally just C/P'ed everything into the format. (The history is really derpy and old but I hope it'll do) She had been a gift to the little girl, the day before the killing. She doesn't have an idea about what's going on in the world as far as the Epidemic goes. She just knows there's monsters out in the world. |
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