|Age||Young Adult (21 in Human terms)|
|Species||#??? Reneon/The Pharaoh Pokémon)|
|Pokédex Entry||In ancient times, this pokemon was a constant companion for pharaohs and the royal families. If slaves were caught with one, they were put to death and the pokemon was adopted by the royals.|
|Characteristic||Hates to lose|
|History||Dio's earliest memories were that of a stuffy study and a plump old researcher, framed by the dim lighting of his lamp. The researcher was a professor, his speciality ancient cultures and religions. He thrived on the subject and spent countless hours pouring over old texts and maps, his little pet eevee simply there for companionship. He even dubbed her "Scareb", playing fun at the fact she used to skitter around like a little shadowing bug.|
Dio was less than enthused.
He nearly never paid attention to her, giving her only pats on the head and small bouts of affection other than attending to her basic needs. She only knew the familiar sight of his hunched back, sitting in his study, researching God knew what. She came to resent him and his hermit-like exsistance, for she craved adventure and the outdoors. Eventually, he switched to field research, and though the change of pace and scenery was nice, the damage had already been done.
The researcher then took a small holiday to collect some artifacts from other museums to study, bringing them back with him. While most of them didn't interest Dio, once in particular fascinated her. A Pharaoh's hood; a powerful, bold piece with its glittering gold frame and accents, with small, gleaming gems lining the gold. She was in love. When the human wasn't looking, she took it from its safe place and put it on herself, and suddenly, she found the floor much further away than it used to be. She had evolved.
She expected the researcher to be angry, or upset at least, but no, he was estatic. The fabled, nearly mythic Reneon, brought back from the dead. He won grants, donations and other pockets of money from his newfound discovery -though he still had no idea how she evolved- and Dio was thrust into a life of light, attention and luxury. She ate nothing but the best, slept on nothing but the best, lived in nothing but the best. But even as her life was now free of neglect, she still yearned for something more... exciting. So, she escaped, and felt her first adrenaline rush.
Once she was outside, panting, hidden away from her sparkling prison, she knew where she belonged, what she was born to do. Live. The wave of euphoria that got her heart and blood pumping was addictive, and she wanted more. So, she ventured out into the world, seeking that high again.
She was soon discovered and caught by a rogue trainer, who gave her a new name, the one she kept with her, abandoning her previous existence fully. She was trained rigorously, brought into Orre for the Colisseum battles. She excelled on the battlefield, loving the rush she got from nearly getting maimed or burned. However, as she advanced in ranks and levels, she began to get bored, as no one was able to knock her down anymore. Once the thrill was gone, there was nothing for her. She escaped, and began to travel on her own, looking for something to give her a new rush.
It was then that the Undead Plague began, scouring the regions with their filth. The world was cast into chaos, and only the strong were the survivors, like some sort of freakish Battle Royale. However, instead of cowering, Dio rose to the challenge and fearlessly walked through this new age, laughing and spitting in its face. Like some worthless dead were going to kill her. However, the plague has given her spark back, her rush. She only hopes that it doesn't become a bore like everything else.
|Appearance||Chocolate fur glistens healthily over lean muscle, Dio's golden accents shining in the sun. Her dainty paws are accustomed to dirt and blood, but are usually groomed meticulously. Dio has an air of confidence, accustomed to winning and getting her way. A coy smile plays at her lips, as if she knows something her victims do not. While she is a smaller pokemon, any onlooker can guess that she is not to be messed with.|
|Personality||The first and foremost trait of Dio's is her hunger for a rush, for excitement. She craves for her heart to pump, for the loose, jittery feeling in her limbs. While she is usually an analytical sort sober, once she has gotten into her rush, she becomes a frenzied beast, a maniacal flurry of teeth and attacks.|
However, once the rush is gone, she is a quieter, watching sort, enjoying her time to observe the others around her to pick up their weaknesses and eventually exploit them. She does not care for morality and has never known love for anything but herself and her own needs. She is selfish, concieted, manipulative and completely ok with it.
|User Notes||-Adrenaline junkie|
-Is used to getting her way, and tends to be bitchy when she doesn't. However, she will do everything in her power to get her way.
-While she tends to be warm to others to get on their good sides, she is very cold and ruthless. One of the hug you and stab you in the back sorts.
-Has a small obsession with jewels and gems
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