|Brigadier (or Brig)|
|Species||#628/ Braviary, the Valiant Pokemon|
|Pokédex Entry||The more scars they have, the more respect these brave soldiers of the sky get from their peers.|
|Characteristic||Proud of his power|
|Moves|| - Hone Claws|
|History||Even as a small rufflet, Brig had known nothing but the sound of the bugle that brought the dawn, the echoes of synced footsteps that rocked the earth with their force, the air of discipline and duty the military called. He had been a gift to a meager soldier, one who was determined to reach the top. He thus named the small bird "Brigadier" for the lofty rank the human eventually wanted to become. And so, their journey through the military began.|
Training was all day, every day. The food was little more than cardboard and paper gravy. The weather never stopped them, never interfered with their strict regimen. They trained tirelessly, ignoring the muscle spasms, the bone splints, the bruises, the hunger. They were worked to the bone as a pair, as most military humans had a partner to work alongside with. Brig and his human were one entity, and both pulled equal weight in making that being stronger.
The rufflet had always been large, and thus had earned a small reputation for a few nicknames his peers jeered him with. This never truly got under his skin, for he knew once he evolved and once he was in battle, he would command respect from them and earn his place his name called for.
And he did.
After years of sparring and training, Brig finally achieved evolution, his grand form much larger than even his own kin. That day, even his human was given a promotion, and together, they became stronger than they thought they could actually achieve. It was one thing to dream of perfection, another to actually obtain it. However, they did not get to bask in the glory for long, for they were sent out to battle a strange disease that had begun to inflict the native pokemon. They thought at first it was ludicrous and had to be an overstatement. They soon found they were very wrong.
Within minutes, their troop was overcome, a monstrous tyranitar destroying most of the battalion with a single attack. Brig and his human fled, retreating further into the forest. Because of his large wingspan, Brig had to fly higher and higher to avoid the snagging limbs of the trees his human sought shelter in. Frantically, Brig attempted to fly back in, only to find his size, the attribute he prided himself in, was what stopped him from being able to help his human. He could only hover in midair as the screams rose from the ground like a hideous chorus, and he wasn't sure whether his human was part of it.
He didn't get long to hear, though, as more Infected rose from the trees like a plague, and he was pursued. He fought, slaughtered, and maneuvered, but the horde pushed him further and further back. They just kept coming, and even as he found shelter, moved from place to place, the same horde kept coming after him. It was only until a strange rift of power lifted him to a completely new place that the horde was gone, and even then, he wasn't sure.
|Appearance||A giant shadow that looms over the sky, stating that Brig is intimidating is an understatement in the least. His patriotically colored wings span nearly 12 feet, his talons able to grasp and crush a human head. He is scarred, hardened, and usually has some sort of look in his eyes that would make any onlooker uncomfortable... especially were it directed at them. The hat that adornes his feathered crown is beaten and scruffy, but still keeps its dignified appearance.|
|Personality||A tough nut to crack, Brig is nothing but hard, tough and tasteless. Rude, demanding, insensitive, brash, sexist, he is not one to hide his thoughts or opinions in any sense of the phrase, boasting them out for everyone to hear. Unfortunately with the pomp and arrogance, he has the power to back it up and will take any chance to do so should he be challenged. Brig is by all means a terrible choice of company.|
Though, if there were one shining positive in his overall negative walk of life, Brig is unfathomably loyal to those he sees as his men, his flock. He is a leader still, even after falling to the madness his mental trauma has provided him. At times, he will flash back to the battles he has faced, seeing nothing but the horrible battlefields he once traversed. His horde he fought for months will rise again in his mind, leaving him sleepless, on edge and extremely paranoid.
Sometimes, his delusions will even extend to those around him, seeing them as the enemy or horrible apparitions come back to haunt him. Deep down, this is what he fears most: the ghosts coming back to claim him for their own.
|User Notes||-Suffers from PTSD|
-Hates the weak
-Is not opposed to the most brutal ways of disposing enemies or surviving
-As military humans have been stated in the Legend rp, I was hoping that it would be ok for him to have had one.
-Is still looking for his human
-The "rift" is Mewtwo's power
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