| Angel | |
|---|---|
| Text Color | # FFCC00 color |
| Item | None |
| Gender | Female |
| Age | Young Adult (21) |
| Species | #596, Galvantula, The elespider pokemon |
| Time of Infection | One Month |
| Height | 3’07” |
| Weight | 31.5lbs |
| Pokédex Entry | ” They employ an electrically charged web to trap their prey. When immobilized by shock they leisurely consume it.”-Pokemon White |
| Level | 60 (RP related level up) |
| Ability | Compoundeyes |
| Nature | Timid |
| Characteristic | Often lost in thought |
| Moves | - Thunder (TM) - Energy Ball - Bug Buzz (learnt) - Hidden Power Ice |
| History | Here's a lullaby to close your eyes" Angel was born in Room #302 of the Silph Co. Basements in the TM/TM Testing Department. No sooner than she had slipped out of her egg shell when her mother, an seemingly ordinary Galvantula caught straight from the wild, began to eat her newborn offspring. She was one of the few Joltiks to scramble up the walls in time while her mother gulped down the bloodied remains of her own children. That was Angel's first experience of a Mother's Love... The humans that prized her from the cold stone walls with rubber-golved hands didn't seem to notice or care about the harsh attittude the Galvantula showed her offspring. Everyday they merely reached into the room and plucked out a Joltik to teach four new TMs to. Then they were battled against each other to check the moves were being taught correctly with the right power and technique, before a quick healing and being shoved back into the darkened room with the hungry Galvantula. Angel's training regime can to rival that of one of the Elite Four's pokemon on the days when she was plucked out of the room multiple times. "It was always you that I despised" In the dark nights the bloated mother Galvantula would crouch in her electrified web in the middle of the floor and watch them. As she did she would sing to them a mocking lullaby, a perverted parody of love that made Angel's fur stand on end. When the latest batch of green speckled eggs hatched Angel would have to watch the baby joltiks, her brothers and sisters, be eaten alive if they were too slow to escape. It was a thoroughly depressing state of affairs but none of the moves Angel had been given the previous day seemed to do more than tickle the Elespider pokemon's fur. She was still to weak to defeat the monster. They could never sleep, there were still times when, if a fit of hunger, the Galvantula would suddenly dart up the walls and shove an inattentive offspring into her yellow-furred jaws. Not too long after the Galvantula stopped being able to lay eggs her eyes started to turn red. "I don't feel enough for you to cry (Oh well)." One day Angel was one of those inattentive few. Her battles had exhausted her and her bright blue eyes, it seemed, could no longer focus on the Galvantula in front of her. She started to doze, just for a second, but the sudden snap of jaws around her woke her in an instant. Angel screamed as the fangs pierced her tiny body and, although the ranks of staring sapphire eyes all saw her pain, they would not act to save her. Just as she had never acted to save any of the others. Except that, this time, one did. One of her brothers, bright eyed from a night without battling, slammed into his mothers side and the Galvantula's jaws popped open for long enough for the slimy Joltik to scuttle up the wall once again. The Galvantula's legs scrabbled at the stone and down she fell, allowing the other Joltik to scramble back up the wall before her jaws shut tight around him. That other Joltik's name was Walter and he became Angel's only friend. "Here's a lullaby to close your eyes." Walter watched Angel's back while she slept and he did the same for her and together they became stronger, even as the humans healed her wound without noticing the vicious bite that had inflicted it was not normal. Angel grew dizzier, battling came to put more stress on her until she was shoving herself forwards to be taken for more TMs. Somewhere there would be a move that could defeat the monstrous Galvantula of Room #302 and then she would be free. Angel wasn't entirely sure what being free entailed but Walter seemed to be so keen to grasp it it must be something wonderful. Every night Walter told her stories. This Room was the only one that wanted them, he said, it was where they had come from originally. These walls kept them safe, they loved them. It was the Galvantula who would never be Mother, a Mother was supposed to love her children and keep them safe. Together they plotted to kill the Galvantula but the Galvantula grew hungrier and hungrier and every night she ate more and more of the Joltik until there were only two left. "Goodbye..." One day night became day and there were no more battles, only the red eyes of the Galvantula below. Eyes as red as Angel's had become. The Galvantula leapt up the walls, fringed forelimbs flailing and the blue caraparced tips gouging great scratches in the stone and Walter and Angel fled as they always had before. This time there was no other prey to distract her though and the Galvantula leap again and again with wide black dripping jaws. She stunk of a bloody death. Walter leapt, he wasn't fast enough. The yellow-furred jaws closed on him and it felt like Angel's heart had stopped beating. She shrieked and flung herself at red-eyed thing, hoping to knock Walter free of the Galvantula's jaws as she had been freed years ago but a yellow furred leg batted her side. With a grisly sound the Galvantula...chewed. A tiny yellow furred leg fell to the stone floor. Walter was dead. Angel backed away and crouched close to the protective stone as the Galvantula leapt once again, bloody jaws a window to her own fate. Angel was swept up struggling into the foul mixture of the creature's decaying insides and the red scraps of Walter's body, fangs split her face and scraped it to the bone as she screamed wordlessly and began to change. The Galvantula paused in confusion as a flare of light leaked from in between her lips and the growing mass of another Galvantula forced itself from her mouth. The Undead's head became a pulpy mess of red as Angel shakily stood on her new legs. "Goodbye." She spat out the taste of her mother's blood but that didn't change that she was alone. Alone apart from the room she had been born it, that had sheltered her for so long. It seemed lonely somehow without the eyes of Joltik gleaming in it. It, no, she needed her children back. Angel promised she would bring them and, for the first time since the official start of the Epidemic, Angel left room #302. |
| Appearance | A very large Galvantula. Although she has not been undead for long enough for the purple discoloration to show the missing half of her face is a plain indicator she is undead. Generally she appear some what nervous and tries to be friendly to living. On occasion she will break out into a murderous rage for no apparent reason and rampage violently. She likes to keep low to the ground unless rearing up on her hind legs to attack. |
| Personality | Angel has no idea she is infected, the infection has struck her brain first and she believes that she is normal, the other undead are horrific monsters and that the living are other survivors, greatly injured, that need to be taken back to ‘mother’ and looked after. She will only attack the living if she is enraged or believes that they are being stubborn and self harming. Otherwise she attempts to lead them safely back to ‘mother’ without harm, although she will become violent if they attempt to leave the room. She thinks of all living and some infected as her brothers and sisters. |
| User Notes | Because of the way the room kept her safe Angel believes it is her real mother. She also believes Walter's ghost is commanding her to return to mother with sacrifices, although this is merely her going mad. After feeding on living Angel often becomes sad and hugs their bodies while singing lullabies. Angel will sing parts of this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMvOkUMPZ0g to her enemies, she can only speak in phases from the song lyrics, although she will patch them together sometimes. She can also say the song's title "Room of Angel" She views all enemies as synonymous with the Galvantula and, in fighting them, is killing her mother again. She takes pleasure in this. High level is due to being exclusively breed for training in TM testing and experiencing continuous battles throughout her life. |
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