|Species||#620/ Mienshao, the Martial Arts Pokemon|
|Pokédex Entry||It wields the fur on its arms like a whip. Its arm attacks come with such rapidity that they cannot even be seen|
-Poison Jab [TM]
|History||In a small hamlet in Unova, Damon was born. His mother was a tired old thing, a breeder pokemon far too old to give birth. His was her last litter, a small litter of three. When they hatched, the breeder who owned the small family spotted him immediately out of the rest, plucking him from her teet and selling him even before he could open his eyes. He was marked as a "devil's child", as soon after he sold, the mother died.|
The infant went to a small child to a family that didn't believe in such nonsense, taking pride in their rather cheap acquisition. The child and mienfoo grew together, sharing in each other's mischeif and play nonsense. While they played tricks and pranks on the other townsfolk, the mienfoo's growing list of wrongdoings caused the neighbors to avoid them. In one particular prank, the boy and mienfoo were to drop some things on passerby, and enjoy a laugh at their misfortune. However, their objects proved too heavy at their perch, and when bricks fell from the roofs, the innocent passerby was killed, their skull knocked inward.
The two were immediately condemned, the boy to be put in a behavioral school while Damon was to be placed in a Poke Center until a date for euthanasia was announced. With their last day together, the boy and Damon planned one last thrill, and before the authorities could come for them, they donned dark garb and escaped from the prison of their home into the night.
Again, things went terribly wrong. Mistaken for theives, the townsfolk ran them down, catching the boy beneath a Zebstrika's hooves. His owner instantly killed, Damon turned on the rider, gouging out eyes and pulling teeth. Leaving him screaming and bleeding, the fighter ran into the nearby woods, flinging himself into the wilderness.
Months rolled by as he aimlessly meandered across the region, picking pockets, stealing stores of food and jewlery, anything the people around him held dear. He was eventually caught by an old sensei, who wanted to turn the youth away from such a terrible path. Years, the old man trained him, honed his skills, and even helped him evolve. Once evolved, however, Damon had gleaned all the useful information from the old man that he wanted. In the dead of night, Damon finished the job that nature could not, shuffling the old man loose from the coil that bound him.
Free, Damon was able to go out and do what he loved to do once more; cause havoc. However, it was at that point the Infected spread throughout the land, and sent him into their world of blood, gore and death. He adapted just fine, though without the threat of punishment, of getting caught, his thrills no longer gave him any pleasure. He now roams, looking for something to do.
|Appearance||Damon sports a lithe, powerful body, as well as an attractive surface. He takes great pride in his appealing surface, and so, takes great care of it. Even through the many battles he'd participated in, he rid himself of scars-- or at least as well as he could. His coloration is unique, though it gives away some indication of what his motives might be. The deep red that coats him is reminiscent of a demon, as his name is almost synonomous.|
|Personality||Damon is a pokemon after amusement. While he can stand boredom for a time -as he can easily entertain himself- the delight of finding amusement at the expense of others is a pasttime he enjoys the most, and seeks to indulge in the most. Leading others to their deaths is one of his favorites, and always likes to think up of new, creative outlets for this goal.|
He is also a sucker for pleasure and luxury, as his time with the old man left him little more than a hay bed and bowl of rice. He enjoys lounging on soft pillows and enjoying the best of food, but prefers to take such luxuries from their previous owners themselves. The act of depriving someone of something they desire is one of his most cherished experiences.
He is a renowned liar, theif, playboy and murderer, having little to no remorse for any of his crimes. He takes what he wants from whomever he wants, and that is how life goes. The sensei tried his hardest to get some sort of discipline and morality into the fighter, but it was too little too late. The old man's teachings washed off Damon's back, as the then mienfoo had little interest in anything other than becoming stronger.
The odd thing is, he is not sure why he's so despicable. While he really doesn't care -since he enjoys being a bastard- if asked, he would honestly not have an answer.
|User Notes||-His sensei taught him Poison Jab|
-Might be a dual with Atticus on Lacunosa. Just sayin.
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