| Nalin (a flower that grows atop muddy waters) | |
|---|---|
| Text Color | #E0427F |
| Item | None |
| Gender | Male |
| Age | 19 |
| Species | #350/Milotic/The Tender Pokémon |
| Height | 16'04" (below average) |
| Weight | 298.1lbs |
| Pokédex Entry | Milotic is said to be the most beautiful of all the Pokémon. It has the power to becalm such emotions as anger and hostility to quell bitter feuding. |
| Level | 40 |
| Ability | Marvel Scale |
| Nature | Quiet |
| Characteristic | Good perseverance |
| Moves | -Dragon Tail (TM) -Aqua Tail -Ice Beam (TM) -Hydro Pump |
| History | Nalin had a crap childhood. In his school (that’s fish, people) he was always picked on for being the ugliest out of all the Feebas. And considering how ugly Feebas are, that was saying a lot. He was caught at a very young age and sold to a vender that worked a traveling fair. Lucky him, he was the booby prize at a rigged carnival booth. See, at the booth children would play a silly game where they would try and ‘catch’, with little toy rods, as many little replica water Pokemon as they could to win a real water Pokemon. If you couldn’t catch any, you got a booby prize, a Magikarp or a Feebas. Lucky Nalin, he was won by a shy little boy who couldn’t get the toy Pokemon to stay on the line. Who could blame him though? The game was rigged. The kid was nice, though, and was happy that he got any Pokemon at all. He gave Nalin his name and the newly named Feebas, though hating being named after a flower, was happy that the boy saw something in him other than ugly. Nalin had his own large tank all to himself, where he could swim around and not have to worry about being picked on. His new owner trained the little fish as best he could, and groomed him every day until his scales sparkled. Nalin expecially love the grooming. One day, after getting his scales nice a shined, the boy rewarded Nalin with a treat. Neither of them noticed it happened to be a rare candy. Suddenly a great white light flooded the room and the sound of breaking glass could be heard. When the light cleared the tank was in shatters and water pooled on the floor. Nalin had evolved. Thrilled by the beauty of his new Milotic, the boy focused his training on learning moves that would enhance it. With his mother’s permission, they entered many contests, all beauty of course, and the higher in rank they rose the more the boy realized that just a few water moves weren’t going to be enough. He gave Nalin two TMs to help boost their appeal and they also helped in battle when they practiced their moves. After all, water moves got stronger the higher your level. While the boy loved all of the competitions and showing off his Milotic, Nalin hated them. Oh, the contests where fine enough, he didn’t mind those, and the ribbons he could deal with, but it was the contestants. They always picked on him! Just like when he was a Feebas! Only this time he wasn’t picked on for being ugly, oh no, this time they picked on him for being pretty! Just because he was a boy! The called him all sorts of names, though usually the one he would hear the most would be ‘Water Fairy’, and he would hang his head in shame every time they walked into a contest. Sure he won quite a few, and could rub that in their faces, but usually winning just made the teasing worse. One in particular was very nasty to him. A stuck up Serperior who acted like he owned the whole damn arena and Nalin was just some peasant he could trash because he felt like it. Oh how he HATED that Serperior. One predominantly bad day, the epidemic struck town. He was waiting his turn in the contest when a group of deranged Herdier broke in, killing everything in sight. His boy panicked and in an effort to protect Nalin from one of the mutts wound up getting his throat ripped open. Nalin, wide-eyed in fear, grabbed the boy and tried to turn tail and escape, but found his path blocked. He did the only thing he could think of, dragging his owner into a room and sealing the only entry with solid ice from his Ice Beam, effectively locking them inside. Nalin watched as the boy choked on his own blood, and suffered curled in his tail. The boy lifted one small, pale hand to Nalin’s cheek and managed to gurgle out one word, “Survive.” Nalin wept as the light faded from the small child’s eyes, and his heart suffered with the knowledge that his only friend was dead. He curled the boy to him and made a silent promise, the promise that he would survive. For the both of them. |
| Appearance | Nalin is physically a normal Milotic, but even for a male he appears very feminine. His beauty was completely maxed out before he evolved so his scales offer a magnificent shimmer even when left out of the water for a long period of time. |
| Personality | -is usually pretty quiet around strangers, since he is used to always being picked on -has an extremely high tolerance to teasing, but does have a breaking point which usually involves him drenching someone -the only one who really gets under his skin is Darron, the asshole Serperior from the contests, he will fly off the handle at him for the smallest thing |
| User Notes | -his hatred of Darron actually stems from jealousy (but Nalin has no idea that this is the reason why he hates the guy, it’s subconscious) -personally thinks his Pokedex entry is dead wrong as he could never make people stop picking on him -keeps trying to survive because of the promise he made to his owner (who I was too lazy to think of a name for so he shall never have one. He is forever ‘boy’, lol.) ---Profile was made and activated before the rules changes (continually active), so his level is a little high for his age. But that can be attributed to his constant training for contests. |
