|Species||#???/ Dragumbra, the Wyvern Pokemon|
|Pokédex Entry||This dragon is nocturnal by nature. It attacks silently under the cover of nightfall, the only sign that it approaches is the glowing orbs on its body against the black sky.|
|Characteristic||Often scatters things|
|Moves|| -Dark Pulse|
-Ice Beam [Egg]
-Dragon Pulse [Egg]
|History||Born to a family of Dragon Breeders, Anton was always the odd one out. He only had one sibling, a clutchmate by the name of Rystu. This brother was the only one he needed, though, as Anton soon found that Rystu was the perfect child. Anton's scales were shades of ebony, of the dark, and Rystu's scales were almost a platinum gold; a shimmering, shining ray of hope and success.|
No matter what, his brother always was better. Always. Training, speed, endurance, learning, growing, evolving-- in every path, in every way, Rystu bested Anton, and what angered the dratini most about it all was that there was nothing he could do about it. No matter how much Anton could train, or fight or try, it never mattered. His brother would always be better, and their friends, their trainers and most importantly, their parents knew it.
Without a second thought or a glance backward, all their efforts were put into Rystu's well-being. He ate the best food, lived in the best home, was trained under the best trainers. Anton was left in the shadows, forgotten, as he watched his golden brother from afar. Even though Rystu's intentions were good and never thought once of the emotional scarring his adoring parents caused to his brother, Anton decided it was enough to live in the shadows of his own skin, and would not be dominated by his brother's.
He trained himself mercilessly, finally evolving into a dragonair a month after Rystu had accomplished it. However, as his brother took the path to become a godly dragonite, Anton heard whispers of another path, another evolution that could be obtained by his line. A dark cousin, a myth. Seeing the pictures from an old breeding book, he deduced and sought after this shadowy evolution. After all, if he were to become a dragonite, he would still just be following Rystu's footsteps. But to become something else... even something unheard of, he would finally have something to hold on to; his own identity. No longer would he just be Rystu's forgotten brother. He would be Anton.
He escaped from home, searching months for the elusive evolution. After finally obtaining the rare item, and training more, he embraced the evolution that came to him. He returned to his family, wanting to proudly display the rare evolution he'd accomplished, the feat he'd managed that his brother could never have. He was met with repulsion, disgust, and horror. After verbally disowning and exhiling him, his parents attacked, and, unfortunately for them, lost to Anton's newfound power. Stunned at his actions, Anton was only able to stare at the corpses of his parents as Rystu came onto the scene.
The two were motionless, silent in the shock of what had occurred. Rystu had had no knowledge of mistreatment, and Anton was unable to find the words to tell his brother. Before anything could be said, the Infected swarmed, the scent of blood drawing them near. The brothers were separated, and now, Anton continues on his journey as he not only attempts to come to grasp with what he did and what he's become, but to find his brother's wherabouts and whether or not he actually wants to find him.
|Appearance||A shadow slinks by, the only light hitting his form that of the ethereal gray lavender that emanates from the orbs decorating his body. What should be white accents are a darker shade of slate, intensifying his comouflage with the dark. The only splash of color are the lavender eyes that watch with caution.|
|Personality||Anton is not one for direct confrontation. As he's lived most of his life in the shadow of another, any hostility was always met with a swift repercussion. Therefore, he's had to resort -and now prefers- more passive aggressive methods for exacting revenge. This also means he is more likely to back down in a verbal confrontation, though is probably not going to let anything roll off his back.|
He is vengeful, holding onto grudges and any mark against him for an impossibly long time. There is little one can do to redeem themselves in his eyes, as he believes he's seen the true colors of that person with their faults. Even after exacting what may seem the "eye for an eye" route, the grudge may still linger.
With his brother always above him, he's not used to people caring for him, nor paying him any attention. He does not truly value his life; only the instinct of self-preservation keeps him going. This also produces a sort of inferiority complex; he feels the need to prove his worth, to prove himself better than the others around him. While this doesn't necessarily cause him to make rash decisions -as his cowardice keeps him in place- but any failures fester in his mind like a poison, slowly driving him mad.
Above all, however, the most crucial point of his personality that all others feed off of is the terrible jealousy he feels toward his brother and any others that consider themselves happy and successful. It drives him, it hinders him, it haunts him, it goads him on. It will always be a part of him, and even though the better parts of him fight that darkness, every day, he is more and more willing to accept it.
One thing, though, that keeps him from the abyss of becoming the demon expected of his species, is the fragile yet undying hope and longing of being accepted. He has never had friends, never had a loving family, nor caring trainers. He has only known negligence and indifference, and yearns more than anything to taste acceptance.
|User Notes||-Father knew Ice Beam, hence, it was passed down.|
-Still looking for brother
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