Lovett or the alias of Nellie
- Flamethrower (TM)
- Faint Attack (Breeding)
- Confuse Ray (Level Up prior Evolution)
- Imprison (Level Up prior Evolution)
A little vain
National Dex No./Species-
#038, Fire Type, Ninetales, the Fox Pokemon
According to an enduring legend, 9 noble saints were united and reincarnated as this Pokémon.
Fingerless gloves on her front paws and a necklace with a blue painted Everstone
Lovett was born alone into the world. She has no clear memories of either of her parents and thus has given little thought to it. Why should she be forced to think of the two beings that gave gher life if they cannot even be bothered to take care of her? The small Vulpix hatched in a dark place, one of the alley ways of London, behind a huge dumpster. The little pup knew nothing of the world yet amd immediately was scared. Naturally hungry and cold, she began to cry loudly. The incredibly gold Vulpix did not know of her discoloring nor the danger that came with it, but luckily she attracted the attention of a single human. He saw the baby and did not have the heart to leave her, wrapping her up in his coat and rushing her back to his home to his wife. The two raised her for a few weeks, giving her the name Lovett, after their dearly departed friend, and she quickly came to love them.
In the beginning, the couple were just planning to release her, but once Lovett began acting more and more affectionate, they knew they could not. Officially taking the shiny Vulpix into their family, they gave her a necklace. It was an old Everstone painted blue that had been in their family for years. Lovett wore it proudly. But the couple ran a pie shop, one that was fairly popular in their part of London despite the less than pleasurable neighborhood. As she became strong enough and grew older, she soon learned to take care of certain duties and chores. The man began to train young Lovett and the feirce Vulpix was soon making her own reputation of being able to take care of any trouble makers in the shop. As more years passed, the couple began to consider evolving her. After a few more months, they took her necklace and presented the Vulpix with a Fire Stone.
Pleased with her new form, Lovett soon became very obsessed with her abnormally long tails. She would snarl and burn any stranger that tried to touch them. She only allowed the couple she loved to groom and touch her beautiful pelt. As a replacement for the necklace, they gave the now evolved Ninetales a pair of fingerless gloves to wear over her paws. Lovett was overjoyed and kept them clean and torn free despite the hard daily work she had to do. Still being trainted vigerously when not helping with the shop, Lovett lived a busy life. Things were constant but rutine and she was okay with that. But the shop was losing buisness. They would be forced to close down if it continued at that rate. Desperate, and in a spur of the moment mistake, the couple accidently placed Lovett's meal of Rattatah meat into one of the pies being shipped out. It was gone before they could bring it back despite realizing their mistake.
The three worried for the shop, knowing that once such a mistake was known they would be shut down for sure. But, when the customer returned, they were more than pleased. They wanted more of the pies despite not knowing the meat that was inside. Excited and eager to make profet, the couple began selling more than ever, adding various Pokemon meat to the pies. But as the orders only increased, it became more and more difficult to keep up with demand. It was then that Lovett was given her main job. Despite being unsre at first, Lovett was enlisted to hel aquire more meat for the pies. Every night, when the moon was at the highest and the streets of London were empty, the ghostly Ninetales would prowel the streets, looking for any stray Pokemon. If she spotted one, they were quickly slaughtered and brought back to the shop. Within weeks, Lovett was not only accustomed to her newest job, but began to enjoy it. The blood and death soon did not disturb the Ninetales at all.
More than three years passed with Lovett's killings and the meat pies' selling and soon the couple was drowning in money to spend. They were borderline rich and soon plotted of what to do with it. Loving the new, easier life as well as her morbid killings, Lovett became a more and more terrible person, becoming more and more selfish as well as lonely as the jobs she used to take care of were slowly replaced by new employees. Even the couple, the people that raised her, slowly began to ignore the Ninetales except for her brining the Pokemon corpses. They were too busy with greed and it broke the shiny Pokemon's heart, only making her more bitter as she dealt with her pain. When they decided to move to Unova for a new establishment, Lovett was reluctant to leave. She grew up in the ghettos of London and honestly prefered it that way, but there was no choice and the couple forced the reluctant canine to go with them.
Lovett was a very irritable Pokemon by that time. She often snapped at anyone, prefering to be by herself as she curled up on her new but lonely room all to herself. Lovett took out all of her frustrations on the Pokemon she brought back, often massacring them instead of just a simple bite to the throat. But still the humans were oblivious, no longer even seeing Lovett for days, sometimes weeks, on end. The Ninetales was fine with that- she prefered being alone. However, just months after the move, the Unovian police finally cought onto their scheme, noticing the reported missing Pokemon and connecting them. Without a second thought, Lovett abandoned her so called 'humans', feeling no remorse. The only thing she paused to do was grab a momento from her childhood, tossing on the long lost Everstone necklace before fleeing into the forest around the home, just as the authoraties arrived. It was not days later that the Epidemic broke out.
Lovett survived easily, killing with fire and claws and keeping her distance from any infected. Months went by and she simply venter out her frustrations on the undead. Howeever, as the months dragged on to over a year, the Ninetales began to feel her anger and pain slowly becoming sarow. Only feeling more broken hearted than ever, Lovett now travels with a heavy heart.
Very underweight, Lovett is only a memory of her former felf. Her entire life she had always had an almost ghastly appearance, her ghostly colored pelt not helping her at all. She is very creepy to look at and can easily be frightening upon first appearance.
She is very thin, her canine ribs showing through as well as her stomach sunken in. She looks like nothing but fur and bones. Her tails are longer than the agerage Ninetales and she prides herself on that, really taking after her species as she takes an instant hate to anyone whom comes near them or dares to touch her tails. She has very thin legs, not longer but just so dainty and sickly looking, one would wonder how the fox stands.
She has a silvery gray coat, seeming to gleam like a spirit in the time of stars and the moon when she used to hunt. Her tails have beautiful dark blue markings on them as well as some other unique marks upon her soft pelt. She has startling eyes that are such a shade of ambery brown.
From her wntire life of poverty and soing the dirty work, Lovett is normally covered in a layer of filth. She tends to have very dirty paws, her claws stained with blood as well as mud. On her forlegs, from her toes to above her wrists, are fingerless gloves she wears purely for looks. She also has a bejeweled necklace she wears proudly.
Lovett gives the illusion of a beautiful lady. With her lucious lilac fur and fluffy tails, you would think she was born and raised in the lap of perfection and that this would show on her personality. You would be wrong.
Lovett is a very vain female. She is endlessly proud of the way her fur has unique markings as well as an original color and shades. She takes joy from flounting her looks and being the envy of those around her. She likes to thrive from attention. But at the same time, she hates being stared at. If she is alone or on her own, and a stray individual is simply watching or staring at her without speaking, she will be the one to come over and demand what their problem is. She is a very insecure individuel, often looking desperately for ways to hide this. But also, at the same time, she often does not give a ratattah's ass what other peopl think. Her moods and point of veiws seem to flont to and fro as if she had bipolar disorder.
Lovett is more than often depressed. She only gives tired smiles and sighs often, generally aleinating herself from a group on purpose. She finds herslf feeling very lonely inside, even if she is surrownded by people. She is very cautious of showing her true feelings and emotions, often lying or snapping at someone when she is feeling the most unexplained sarrow. She tends to deny how she feels with the very opposite. For example, if she is angry for not being able to go for a walk at night, she will lie saying that she is irritated with those that exercise at night. She has an irrational true fear of expressing how she actually feels and goes to extensive lengths to hide it.
However, it is not impossible to gain Lovett's trust. Those that show her kindness she will regaurd with suspicion, but those that show anger and spite twords her ironicly draw her in. She is facinated with those that act simular to herself, whether the emotion they hide behind is anger or sarrow. She will usually mirror their behavior back at them, happily snapping back at an angry individuel or crying alongside a broken hearted on. She tends to absord those emotions around her.
But she is nothing of a lady. She is a complete slob and doesn't care who sees. She has no problem wih getting down and dirty, thus why she had taken up the job of bringing the kills for her masters for their pies. She has no problem with blood or corpses, hardly sparing them a glance anymore. But since she no longer has her job of supplying the meat, Lovett is no longer a daily killer. She has no real reason to murder anymore and has stopped for the most part. however, she would not hesitate in taking out someone that would be a threat to her. if an individuel pushes her too far one day, she would kill them without a thought or a thread of guilt. She no longer kills every day, but that does not mean she has completely stopped.
- Inspired by an idea purchased from Snitch; based upon Mrs. Lovett from 'Sweeney Todd'
- Very underweight
- Ursaring father
- Actually has a slight british accent from growing up on London.