In no way do I try to claim the artwork, but it was done specifically for me.
- Protect (TM)
- Smog (Level Up)
- Heat Wave (Move tutor)
- Will-o-wisp (TM)
Often lost in thought
National Dex No./Species-
#136, Fire Type, Flareon, the Flame Pokemon
When storing thermal energy in its body, its temperature could soar to over 1,600 degrees.
Vapor was born in a horrible place. It was just like a puppy mill, many dozens of cages stuffed with Pokemon of all kinds. There was no room. They were kept in the dark, never to see sunlight from the undergroung bunker they were kept in. The cages were hard steel things and after staying your whole life in them, the feet of the Pokemon would be cut and ascarred. Thee was rarely food, water was discusting and never changed, and the cages themselves never cleaned. It was a place for disease and death to breed and spread like wildfire. But yet somehow the men who ran the horrable place still managed to make a fortune selling the rare Pokemon bred there. The small Eevee was no exception. He was born to a litter of three, him being the only male. His fur was a pale yellow instead of a nice brown with brilliant golds instead of tan. His young golden eyes were wide with inocense as he tried to decifer where he was.
He never knew either of his parents, nor did his lavander and amber sisters, each unique like him in their coloring. He was so young and did not understand why there was hard metal beneath his paws. He didn't understand why he was in a small, dark place or why there were so many hge Pokemon with him in their own prisons. Their screamings and roars scarred him, making the young Eevee quickly close down within his own mind. he was in constant pain, his feet hurt and his pelt fithy, even without the malnurishment. His sisters tried to comfort him, always curling up with their fluffy brother, but it never helped. The roaring Gabite in the cage beneath them just left the poor Eevee petrified.
One day, one of the so called keepers came by. He heald three stones. They were a Firestone, Thunderstone, and a Waterstone. He made the golden Eevee a Flareon, his lavander sister a Jolteon and the amber one a Vaporeon. The cage was then way too small for the siblings. Being the smallest of them all, the Flareon just curled up in the back of the cage. Over days his sisters began to become agressive. The two started fighting for dominance, but their brother just hid in the back. His life was a living hell. He was slowly starving, unable to eat because of the two others in the cage with him. It went on for weeks and soon he was giving up hope. However the Legends smiled down upon him.
A strange group of humans known as Pokemon Rangers busted the illegal oporation and took all of the Pokemon to various places to be healed or put down. One human in particular took the sibings out of their cage. The Flareon was shocked. The younger woman had three Pokemon by her side, a saphire colored Jolteon, a ruby red Vaporeon, and a normal lookig Espeon. The human was forced to use them to faint both of the Flareon's sistters. They were eady to lunge as soon as the cage was opened. He just shivered in fear in the back of the cage, awaiting his turn. But when her brown eyes fell to him, her entire face fell. She quickly tried to coax him into her arms. It took some time, but soon enough he cautiously moved forward only to find himself being held. Held. Never in his entire life had he ever been held so tenderly. He was shocked as he felt liquid on his fur. The human was crying.
The next week was a blur for the Flareon. First he was whisked to a hospital. Many humans did things to him, but they determined him healthy enough to either be released or rehomed. Having none of that, the human that had held him immediately requested to take him. She had never left his side while the doctors worked on him and the golden fox already felt himself becoming attached to her. She went through the paperwork and named him Vapor. He became the third member in her Flare, Jolt, Vapor set. But he didn't mind. He was loved. That was enough for him.
For many years the five traveled. The human introduced herself as Ryler, one of the Top Rangers of the region. Vapor was in awe. How did he earn the right to be with someone so fantastic...? Ryler worked out the strengths and weaknesses of all three of her trio, making them into a fantastic team that could help in any situation. They rescued Pokemon and people alike, defeating and arresting criminals. It was the life. the three were always on the frontline, Espeon staying loyally by Ryler's side constantly.
But things soon went wrong.
After years passed, sudenly there were reports of a plauge. Ryler was horrified, frightened for her four partners. She tried in vein to keep them safe, but when the call went out to release Pokemon, she was forced to. The Pokemon Rangers were disbanded and Ryler lost her title as well as her Pokemon. She was heart broken, even having to be arrested and taken away so that she would not be near her Pokemon. Vapor was petrified of the world once more. Despite still having Flare, Jolt, and Espeon, he missed Ryler. The four kept themselves safe for a long time. Months passed and the four managed to stay safe and clean. But then there was an anomoly that tore them all apart. Vapor was alone once more, in a strange place, with many graves.
He has been alone there ever since.
Vapor almost gives the illusion of a shiny Flareon at first glance but upon closer inspection he is actually made up of many clean, soft golds and yellows.
Vapor looks fairly like a normal Flareon ilwhen you just take in body shape. He is shorter and more thick and fluffy, especially when compared to the other two he used to hang out with. His legs are thicker and only a little shorter than the normal Flareon, makin him appear more young than he really is. Vapor is also impossibly fluffier than the average Flareon. His entire body has longer fur, not just his fur collar or tail, and it shows.
Vapor's base is a soft golden yellow, fairly pale. His long fluffy tail and thick fur collar, as well as tuft of fur upon his head, are the same matching color, both a fairly bright gold that shimmers like coins in the sunlight. His ears are a brighter yellow, almost as much as his mane and tail, as are his legs, dipped in to his ankles and nearly his elbows. His inner ears are a soft blue and his paws are a brighter golden yellow to almost match his mane and collar. Vapor's eyes are a brilliant golden orange, a bright color that seems to mirror the sun, shining so in the darkest of times.
Due to his shy and submissive behavior, Vapor shows it in his walk and stance. He usually walks quickly, stealing glances over his shoulder as to avoid anyone sneaking up on him. Ears are down and tail is down, his bright eyes flickering from side to side. However in groups he is a little different. He still has a very weak posture, keeping his ears and tail down, but will still stand up and hold his own in a fight. Despite not having Flare and Jolt by his side to back him up, this yellow Flareon with bravely and selflessly jump into a fight to protect any living. He has a good heart.
Vapor has a very gentle personality. He is not okay with harming others most of the time and would much rather flee than get sucked into an unwanter fight. Due to this he tends to avoid others, prefering to stick to the shadows and taking the longer route to rwmain unseen, and generally will not approach others. Vapor is extremely shy. If spotted of adressed by another Pokemon when he is trying to hide, the Flareon tends to freeze up on fear. Sometimes he will even use his move Smog and use the smoke for cover to flee, but if he does speak it is with a horrible stutter. This usually makes what he says not understandible.
However, despite his nature, Vapor has a big heart. He has a very set veiw on right and wrong from his years of being a Ranger's Pokemon. If he sees someone being bullied or just completely losing a hopeless battle he just has to jump in. The Flareon is more than used to having a team around him with exact actions to be taken, but still he will not hesitate to help someone who needs it. He dislikes battling but completely forgets this in these kinds of situation. Vapor becomes almost savage in his desperation to protect the inoccent. He is a fantastic battler as well. Flare may have been the weakest of the three but he was no pushover. He focuses easily and analyzes his foe while expertly dodging lunges while using his own attacks. He has no wympathy in these kinds of situations.
But when not in a battle, Vapor is usually filled with a deep sarrow. A deep sarrow for the infected. He does not blame them for what they have become and he tends to still try and convince them to become an ally. It never works, but he still holds hope. Hope like he hAs o reunite with his family someday, Jolt and Flare. Vapor cares for them deeply ans is fairly desperate to find them. He is worried that they may not have suvived on their own but knows rationally that both can take care of themselves. Vapor still worries dearly about them, acting like the mom of the three.
Vapor loves both of his counterparts very dearly. He has known for years that he has been in love with the red Vaporeon and worries about her personally for many reasons. Vapor has also always cared for the blue Jolteon like a brother. They may have fought and argued a few times over dumb things, but the Flareon had too much love to give not to care for his 'brother'. However, Vapor is not even awear of it, but he is developing feelings for Flare as well. After years of being shoved aside by the Jolteon when trying to impress Jolt, his affections began to shift. But even the Flareon is not awear of this yet.
- Was the protector of the group. He would provide cover or sheild someone if needed and never fought, thus being the weakest of the three.
- Has a great appreciation for the daytime and the sun in general
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