Hex Color- #00C957
Sunny Day [TM]
Double Team [TM]
Characteristics- Proud of his power
National Dex No./Species- #497/ Serperior, the Regal Pokemon
Weight- 138.9 lbs
Pokédex Entry- It can stop its opponents' movements with just a glare. It takes in solar energy and boosts it internally.
Darron was given to his trainer by Professor Juniper, like most of his kind. And, like most of his kind, he was the one sought after, while the other mor unfortunate trainers had to pick either tepig or oshawott. At least, so he believed. Merely because of his species, he knew he was the shit.
And who was there to say he was wrong?
He battled fiercely, beautifully. His attacks were always so well executed, he nearly always ended up landing critical hit after critical hit. It was not long before he evolved, not barely after the first gym leader. The lead on his team, he took his responsibilities somewhat seriously. After all, when all else failed, he was the one pulled out. He was the anchor, the heart.
Needless to say, this gave him quite the attitude.
There was a moment when his trainer decided that Darron's arrogance needed to be knocked down a peg after Darron refused to battle a pokemon too low of a level. (Not because it wasn't right, but because Darron felt that it was a waste of his time and energy.) The trainer took Darron to Nimbasa, for contests. Shocked and appalled, Darron was humiliated by the stupid outfits and even stupider dances he had to perform.
That is... until he saw how much the crowd adored him.
With a new fiery passion, he took up contests, excited for a new challenge for him to win. He was magnificent, earning ribbons and prizes left and right, even more so when he evolved into a serperior.
Of course, all good things must come to an end. In this case, a rather abrupt end. During one such performance, a pack of rogue Herdier burst into the contest hall, killing and spilling blood and gore wherever they lunged. Before Darron could recklessly barge into the fray, he was returned into his pokeball and cast aside for safekeeping. Darron tried valiantly against the lock of the pokeball, but to no avail. He was stuck.
Days went by. After a long-winded struggle, he finally managed to escape, emerging into the rancid battlefield. He saw heaps of limbs separated from their bodies, heads and entrails strewn about the stage. Like the damned monsters had played with them. Furious and vowing revenge, he slithered away into the wilderness to avenge his fallen comrades.
Now... hopefully, he could remember hot to properly battle...
-So arrogant. Just... SO ARROGANT.
-Knows how to fight but needs to get back in the hang of it
-Has a pretty laid back personality, once you get past the arrogance
-Great sense of humor
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