|Species||#028 Sandslash/The Mouse Pokémon|
|Pokédex Entry||It curls up, then rolls into foes with its back. Its sharp spines inflict severe damage.|
|Moves|| -Fury Swipes|
|History||Jack was once a wild Sandslash out in the wilds of Orre, a desolate place for any youngster to grow up in. As any wild pokemon were rare in Orre, Jack was almost immediately found and captured, whisking him quickly away from the wild life. Jack dosen't particularly remember much of his pre-domestic life, and doesn't pay much mind to it.|
He was brought to a dusty, hardy ranch near Phenac City, using the aquafer the town sat upon for ranch life. He was quickly trained to help dig out the irrigation systems, to aid in watching and herding cattle, even helping in fixing the buildings and tools his owners used. It was a quaint life, a simple one, but the sandshrew did not mind, as it was all the life he ever needed. He adored his routine, the monotonous ritual he had come to adopt. While the idea of adventure seemed interested, he was perfectly content to attend to his responsibilities and simply let dreams be dreams.
Years passed, and eventually, he evolved into a handsome sandslash. Now more capable of assissting in running the ranch, he tended to his ailing owner's health and ran the ranch mostly by himself. Night and day, he worked, earning a few measly hours of sleep by passing out wherever and whenever he could afford. Eventually, his owner passed, leaving the ranch in the snadslash's care.
Having no human heir, the ranch was to be sold back to the bank. Jack hardly let them onto the property, furiously defending his territory as well as the grave of his previous owner. Unfortunately, they came again with tranquilizers and placed him in a kennel, keeping him locked in a cage for some other sorry sap to adopt him. While he was somewhat capable of fending for himself, the humans insisted on having him adopted.
While he rotted in his metal prison, rumors of strange pokemon spread across the land. They began euthanizing any pokemon they could get their hands on, and finally, the needle turned to Jack. Frantically, he fought to get away, giving the humans the slip before finally emerging back into the sunlight.
The sight was horrible. Gun blasts littered the air, blood painted the city. Everything was out for itself, and so Jack hurriedly dashed to get away from the slaughter, taking out some of the rabid ones as he went. After that, he roamed, taking apart any of the Death-reeking demons he could find.
|Appearance||Jack is a normal sandslash, albeit a little rough on the edges. He sports few scars, sharp claws and potent spikes. He prefers to run on all fours rather than try the bipedal approach. Everything about his voice screams "cowboy", as his diction is wholeheartedly Southern.|
If there's anything one needs to know about this sandslash is that overall, he is a good person. He knows, after spending most of his life as a ranch hand, that hard work pays off in full, and lives by that philosophy. He is not opposed to put in hours and hours of hard manual labor, knowing that it will someday come in use. Because of this, he knows much about agricultural labor, carpentry and overall handiness.
However, because of his incredible knowledge of the outdoors, he has little to offer in the ways of modern and urban knowledge. He lacks intelligence with electrical devices and any sort of modren gadget. Pokeballs still confuse him.
With Jack's great work ethic, his moral ethics are paired with it; the sandslash takes situations of right and wrong seriously. He has a strong sense of justice, of good and evil. While somewhat religious, his moral compass is more from his own experiences on the ranch rather than from his religion itself. This moral center makes him chilvalrous -if not a little harmlessly sexist- and undoubtedly kind. He knows everyone goes through a rough spot, and firmly believes that if everyone pulls their own weight, everyone will come out on top. This makes him proactive, and tries not to waste time.
With his slight sexism, he tends to be protective of the ladyfolk and children. Even if the woman has proven herself capable, his instincts will still be to protect her. This goes for children as well.
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