Text Color; #3F803D
Foul Play, Night Slash, Double Team (TM), Detect (Egg)
National Dex No./Species;
#571 Zoroark / The Illusion Fox Pokémon
Each has the ability to fool a large group of people simultaneously. They protect their lair with illusory scenery.
Born into a small, but growing pack of Absol, Loki was the son of the alpha male; his mother an owned Zoroark living in Fortree City, Hoenn. Typically unusual for the disaster pokémon to form groups, the pack was mainly formed of a single, family unit and had a reputation for their ferocity when it came to territory. Locals began to fear the canine’s behaviour as the population continued to grow, other species fleeing at the sudden shift in authority until the pack was of generous numbers. Around this time, Loki’s egg hatched to reveal a curious, shiny Zorua. Ashamed of the small ‘mongrel’ that he refused to call a son; the alpha restricted the pup to his den, knowing that the presence of another species within the pack could cause an uprising. So, Loki spent the first few weeks of his life hidden from the world in the gloom of the cave – only briefly blessed with the company of his disappointed father before the two succumbed to sleep. It was a miserable existence, the Zorua craving the love that he knew his father would never give him – needless to say, he was obedient, waiting hours on end for a moment’s attention.
However, in this time period, the appearance of a small Luxray pride, sparked violence in the Absols. A bitter rivalry quickly escalated between the two groups, pack members dying daily in the aggressive dispute for territory. As the body count increased, the competition was brought to an abrupt halt the night the Luxray launched a surprise attack on the group. They spared no-one, effectively eliminating the Absol family to claim the land as their own – however, Loki was still tucked away in the safety of the alpha’s den. Utterly oblivious to the bloodshed that had befallen the family he hardly knew, Loki was eventually discovered by the Luxray pack’s leader. Guilt-ridden at the sight of the terrified, orphaned pup, the Luxray had a change of heart and chose to adopt the child, raising him as his own. Although confused at the change of events, Loki finally had the chance to step out into daylight, soon discovering a huge world that lay beyond.
In the time following the Absols’ elimination, the Luxray group established themselves in the territory surrounding Fortree City – an unusual entity that piqued the interest of locals and professionals alike. Loki grew a quiet, reserved Zorua alongside his adopted, older brother, Thor. Shielded from the truth of his past, over time, the youngster formed a love-hate sort of relationship with his ‘brother’ as well as possessing a powerful love for his ‘father’. Unlike the rest of the pride, Loki could never compete with the physical stature of the others of his age, a prejudice built against him for his unusual colouring and species. The alphas were resilient though – they would accept no bullying or teasing of the child, insisting that anyone who had a problem with Loki would have to personally address them. So, the pup grew into his teenage years, gradually growing aware of the differences as well as the silent discrimination against him.
In time, the brothers aged into handsome adolescents, reaching their evolution into a Zoroark and Luxray following years of regular training. Whilst Thor was a muscular, well-respected member of the pack, Loki always found himself walking in his shadow. He never really fitted in – his colouring, species, physical strength and mainly non-confrontational nature was becoming ever apparent to him, especially as his ‘brother’ demonstrated his persona as a true warrior. Understandably, Loki grew envious of Thor’s respect in the pack, hailed as a battling hero with every ounce of courage and strength as his father. With the constant pressure of having to live up to the Luxray’s image, Loki began training harder in a bid to one day to prove his worth, demonstrate that he was more than just Thor’s brother. He placed an emphasis on battle tactics, using speed and illusions to his advantage rather than the pride’s typical style of brute strength; he developed his knowledge, slowly teaching himself how to read from the signposts of surrounding towns, but he knew it would never be enough. The jealousy he harboured continued to grow in the back of his mind; a charming, patient charade on view to the world instead.
Loki’s life took a turn for the better a little over three years later, triggered by his ‘brother’s’ arrogance. After breaking the group's rules by venturing into cities in daylight, the siblings were confronted by a wandering trainer. Having only tried to persuade his brother to remain with the pack, Loki was unnecessarily mixed up in the ruckus which only heightened at Thor’s reluctance to flee. Determined to bring down the opponents, the brothers fought viciously – Thor out of the thrill of battle, Loki out of a need to protect himself. It was a close call; the shiny forced to break free from two pokeballs in the fight’s duration, until the duo finally emerged victorious. Battered and bruised, the brothers returned to the pack where Thor faced the wrath of their furious father. Banished for his disobedience, Loki was caught between emotions at the realization inheritance of leadership now rested on his shoulders.
The pride soon began protesting the alpha’s actions of exiling such a powerful, loved creature, but he was firm on his judgement. He intended Thor to return, but only when the feline had learnt to control his impulse and arrogance. Following a tense conversation between Loki and his foster father, the truth of the canine’s parentage surfaced. Horrified at the revelation that he was adopted, the son of an Absol that had been slaughtered by the pack he called family, Loki broke down completely. In an array of emotions, the shiny Zoroark lashed out of the alpha, knocking him unconscious into a lasting coma. Distraught at what he had done in his devastation, Loki drove himself sick with concern for the feline that he had come to love. Weaving a lie that the alpha had suffered a heart attack, he was taken to rest and recuperate in the alpha’s den as leadership was thrust upon Loki.
Despite his initial fears of such responsibility, Loki soon took to the burst of power that life as the alpha provided. He could do whatever he wanted, order whatever he felt, a freedom and respect that the Zoroark had only ever dreamt of. It was an understatement to say he abused his newfound power – banishing those who he considered not to have performed their duties efficiently, ordering brutal attacks of those that spoke ill of him and forbidding anyone to see visit his sickly father. Needless to say, he was despised. In the months of Loki’s rule, rumours and talk of uprising quickly spread, leading up to the return of Thor.
A tense battle between the brothers soon followed; a fight for power and dominance that neither was willing to sacrifice. Of equal strength but specialised in various skills, the stand-off was violent, emotional and lengthy. Thor remained unwilling to kill Loki, whilst Loki lacked the strength to finish his estranged sibling once and for all, leaving them locked in a cycle of pent-up aggression. Eventually, Thor emerged as the victor, Loki pinned to the ground, exhausted and badly injured from the wounds that had been inflicted upon him. Before the pride could demand the shiny’s execution, the ruckus was brought to a halt at the appearance of the siblings’ father. Overjoyed that he hadn’t killed the alpha, Loki had only ever attempted to follow in his father’s footsteps, trying to live up to the expectations of him and match Thor’s unfathomable respect – he was soon alerted that he’d failed miserably. Devastated to hear his father’s disapproval, Loki broke down completely. Wrestling himself free from beneath his brother’s paw, Loki fled with a final, heartfelt apology. He ran without a glance back, tears streaming down his face as the voices of his ‘father’ and ‘brother’ called out to him in the distance. He could never return.
Falling into a deep depression in the months that followed, Loki tried to come to terms with everything that had happened to him. His true family’s identities, his ‘father’s’ disappointment, his strained relationship with Thor – all he had ever wanted was to be loved; to prove that he was every bit as deserving of love as the rest of the world. His sorrow soon turned to an unforgiving bitterness. Effectively disowning whatever likening to family he might’ve possessed, the Zoroark decided to show the world his true potential, gaining a reputation among humans as a demon. Travelling across the region in utter solitude, Loki would wreak havoc on the numerous towns and cities of Hoenn, demonstrating his true power in a bid to evoke fear, respect, in human and pokémon victims alike. He would steal, destroy the homes of families and kill the innocent in unprovoked, meaningless attacks that fuelled an outlet for his pent-up fury. Ultimately, Loki wanted to show his ‘family’ exactly what they had created – the monster that they were responsible for.
When the epidemic hit, Loki’s crimes became more seldom as he turned his attention to the infected. The humans were dying out, leaving him little opportunity to cause havoc in the cities, but these monstrosities of nature, the undead, served an easy means to train and vent. With no signs of his ‘family’ since fleeing, Loki has only just begun to feel the pang of loneliness as he finds himself almost totally alone in a world of monsters. Determined to survive this new world, Loki’s rationality has taken a savage blow. The combination of extreme loneliness and his utter determination to rise to a position of power has built up a solid, unmovable aspiration in the canine to rule the undead. Turning his attentions to manipulating the infected, Loki’s mind is slowly beginning to slip as the lack of living contact drives him to pursue the unrealistic fantasy of ruling the world.
Smaller than the average Zoroark, Loki was always outcast for his physical weakness; the flaw reflected strongly in his build to ensure it never went unnoticed. On the slim side, the Zoroark is exceptionally fox-like in appearance, giving him an air of cunning that accurately mimics the canine’s personality. His fur is relatively short, adding to his streamline, agile appearance and almost always impeccably groomed, with only the thick mane and collar fur proving particularly challenging to tame into the canine’s vision of sophistication. Typically seen to move on all fours, Loki adopts a posture oozing authority. Head held high on a long, almost feminine neck, Loki’s internal, emotional turmoil appears almost non-existent on first impressions.
Distinguished for his shiny colouration, Loki’s mane is a combination of various, vivid shades of green, whilst his shoulder fur is pure black in colour. The grey colour of his body is a darker shade than the average Zoroark, whilst striking, light-blue eyes delve into the very souls of his enemies. Having once despised his unnatural colouring, Loki has come to realize the value of his shininess, now taking great pride in his appearance to practically strut with confidence through the bloodstained hell the world has become. A crooked, snide grin is a common appearance on the canine’s youthful face.
Arrogant | Sophisticated | Intelligent | Cunning | Manipulative | Bad-Tempered | Grudge-Bearing | Bitter | Physically Strong | Power-Hungry | Misunderstood
A proud, surprisingly sophisticated zoroark, Loki usually adopts a calm and collected demeanour, oozing a natural arrogance. Whilst never considered a natural-born leader, over the years, the canine has developed an elegant, authoritative stance to give the illusion of total emotional and physical control. Often thought of as a snob, Loki walks with a misplaced superiority, his eloquent, although often snide words contributing to the mirage of power.
Although physically weaker than the average Zoroark, Loki’s intelligence and cunning is not to be underestimated. Constantly plotting and analyzing any possible weaknesses of his company, the canine’s mind is always at work, scheming and planning. Thoroughly considering all his options before making a decision, the Zoroark is always confident with his choices, even though they may not always be suitable or rational.
Extremely manipulative, Loki is exceptionally gifted with his illusory abilities. He finds a twisted joy in outsmarting his opponents, using callous tricks to influence their moods and actions – pleased to exert his power. When his illusions falter, the Zoroark’s pleasant charade can drop to reveal a venomous, snappy side to evoke emotion instead. Although it takes a lot to genuinely provoke the canine, Loki has a hideous, bitter temper. Years of bottling up so many emotions has left the canine extremely volatile and dangerous in moments of pure fury, savagely hurtful in his words as well as particularly violent. Along with the unpleasant outbursts, the Zoroark knows how to hold a grudge. Constantly striving to prove his ‘father’ and ‘brother’ wrong, Loki is quick to offend. Whilst he may not show it, Loki never forgets an insult, a powerful hatred capable of blossoming from one little thing he didn’t want to hear. Mentioning of family hits an especially raw nerve. His bitterness of the topic becomes quickly evident, his demeanour shifting to a sour, almost sulky attitude at the mixed emotions such memories evoke.
Loki is an able, quick-footed battler. Using a combination of speed, tactics and surprising physical strength, the canine is extremely proud of the power he has learnt to harness. Understandably, he finds enjoyment in showing it off. Rarely one to back down from a battle, Loki provides a ruthless, sneaky opponent. Never a fair fighter, the canine uses dirty tricks to secure victory. Feigning submission, using powerful illusions and faking injuries to evoke pathos are all common battle ‘tactics’. It would be an understatement to say that Loki has an undying lust for power. Utterly determined to show the world a strength everyone thought he was incapable of possessing, Loki trains daily as he strives to assert his dominance over the dwindling populations. His ego is a true monstrosity, and over the years, Loki has lost a good deal of his rationality. Often described as ‘deluded’, the canine’s aspirations to rule the undead are often mocked, however, Loki remains serious, utterly wrapped up in his own fantastical world.
Away from his more sadistic and power-hungry side, Loki can be considered charming. When calm, the Zoroark adopts a witty demeanour, using light sarcasm to both insult and delight his company. Despite his many unpleasant attributes, Loki genuinely enjoys the positive reactions of his company. He’s not a complete monster and whilst he may sometimes struggle to grasp ‘natural’ social etiquette, there is a flicker of innocence in the Zoroark. Entirely shaped by his tragic history, one of Loki’s greatest desires in life is to be loved – however, he is quickly losing this dream. Unable to evoke love and attention in others, Loki’s focus now remains of evoking fear and respect.
- Despite everything Loki has been through, he still secretly misses his foster family. Whilst he would never admit to having feelings for both his ‘father’ and ‘brother’, the Zoroark feels some regret for all the actions leading up to his fleeing from the pack.
- Desperately lonely; whilst Loki hasn’t the most pleasant of personalities, he is determined to find some sort of company to keep himself from going mad. He will stoop to great lengths to ensure that he is not alone.
- With the dwindling populations of both the human and pokémon race, Loki has, in his madness, built up the aspiration to rule the undead. Whilst the feat is technically impossible, the Zoroark is utterly convinced that his superiority over the monsters could one day result in him leading them – he has often considered infecting himself to quicken the process, but is reluctant to sacrifice his smarts.
- Loki is at an extremely high level for his age due to his utter determination to succeed. In the pride, he followed a strict training programme and since his fleeing, he has increased his battling tenfold in a bid to prove his strength to the world. He more often than not kills his victims.
- As a result of trying to bottle his emotions, Loki is prone to breaking down completely – however, his pride prevents him from making a spectacle of himself. In moments of emotional stress, the Zoroark will simply flee into the surrounding area to cry in solitude. Unwilling to be ever caught in such a vulnerable state, Loki’s emotional scarring runs far deeper than anyone could expect –resorting him to a whimpering, pained wreck when totally alone.
- Loki's foster brother is Thor the Shiny Luxray (Ciana).
- During his days terrorizing towns and cities in the region, Loki learnt a TM with the help of an owned creature who begged for his life in return. The shiny obliged, excited at the prospect of learning Double Team.
- Based off the character of Loki from ‘Thor’ (Film and Comics) and 'The Avengers' (Film).
(( His profile was approved July 6th 2012. :3 ))
Text Color; #802A2A
Adult – Mid Thirties
Ominous Wind (Tutored), Tri-Attack (Egg), Toxic (TM), Double Team (TM)
National Dex No./Species;
#022 Fearow / The Beak Pokémon – Mutated
Its huge and magnificent wings can keep it aloft in the sky. It can remain flying a whole day without landing.
Crane was the beloved battle pokémon of a young man from the Kanto region, and the third on his relatively amateur team. Whilst the team lacked strength to compete against the region’s gym leaders, they were all relatively close-knit and spent their days training against the many wild pokémon on their travels, occasionally welcoming particularly promising individuals to the family. However, Crane was different. He knew he was the weakest member of the team, and no amount of TMs would ever make him feel worthy of fighting alongside his companions – so, he sought to avoid contact with them. He wasn’t a friendly Spearow and his trainer soon began to notice his lack of social cooperation, but without the heart to release him, his trainer simply kept him as a pet. Although he was unsure of the idea at first, Crane eventually settled on spending his life perched on the human’s shoulder to observe the battles in which he soon became interested in.
Crane never missed a move when perched on the man’s shoulder and was soon becoming increasingly curious about the battle tactics or often lack of tactics that the battle’s participants possessed. He could spot so many recurring flaws and blamed the battlers despite their obedience to the trainer’s orders, but could find no way of voicing his disgust at the reckless, impulsive attacks. As time passed, Crane neither grew or decreased in his strength and was instead gifted a trip to a move tutor in order to boost his confidence. Despite the duration of Crane’s new lifestyle, the human still hoped that one day the bird would return to the fighting ring and had offered the pokémon a pair of useful TMs in past years as a hint for the pet. Crane dismissed the man’s attempts to train him, remaining far too accustomed to the life of an onlooker to get his claws dirty now.
When the epidemic broke out, the majority of humans had been warned to disown any pokémon they may possess, but Crane’s trainer was adamant. He had too much adoration for his team and as of yet, little news of the infected pokémon had reached the media. Ignoring the rumours, the trainer continued battling, however in one such battle, his Rapidash was pitted against a particularly aggressive Mightyena. Neither human was aware of the Mightyena’s infected state and it was too late by the time realization kicked in. The canine slaughtered the screaming equine before moving on to lunge at Crane and his trainer. Screeching in shock, the Spearow felt the canine’s teeth pierce the flesh around his small body, but was relieved when the humans wrestled the canine away. Bleeding profusely, Crane passed out whilst a nearby police officer shot the infected hound dead.
When Crane came to, he was in a pokémon centre with a number of humans adorning goggles inspecting him. He was scared, but something in the depths of his mind was oozing a previously unfelt violence. He looked up to see his trainer watching behind a glass screen a look of concern plastered across his face. Struggling to his feet, the humans were shocked at the bird’s recovery but were even more so at the usually docile, cowardly creature’s lunge towards the nearest human – a deafening screech as it clawed away at the man’s face. In the moment of panic, a human pried the bird away before roughly placing a sack around its head that had previously been used to carry him to the centre. Crane could hear his owner furiously hitting the glass as he suddenly found himself struggling to breathe in the darkness. His wings flapped maniacally as he was strangled by the man until his body fell limp. He woke up a few hours later in a skip outside the building.
Still blinded by the sack secured around his head, he struggled his way out of the bin before launching himself into the air, flying both awkwardly and blindly into the sky. It was only a matter of time before he crashed into a tree and was forced to land roughly on the ground. Aggravated and hungry, Crane attempted to remove the bag around his head but instead settled on forcing a hole for his beak and using his claws to tear two holes for vision. With the advantage of his sight back, Crane set off in search of his first kill as an infected. It was only a Rattata but he was merciless in his attack and soon found that he wasn’t satisfied; he wanted something bigger. In order to bring down his next target, a stubborn Tauros, Crane put his tactics to work. He used toxic on the creature and simply followed it until it collapsed before tearing away at its carcass – the taste was slightly tangy from the poison but Crane hardly noticed it.
A few months later, Crane had rapidly grown in strength and eventually evolved into a Fearow. The process was exceedingly painful and the bird grew almost twice the size normal for the species – a massive wingspan, particularly sharp beak and a darker colouration. However, there were downsides. Many of Crane’s joints stuck out awkwardly and were delicate to the touch, whilst he was deeply underweight and the bag remained secure around his slim head. Regardless of the mutations, Crane was pleased with the physical transformation and used it to his full potential. However, the evolution had wreaked havoc in his mind. Crane is rapidly losing his grip on reality – he hears voices, sees things that aren’t really there, attacks and moves without meaning and has only recently begun to harm himself. Yet as his life slips into an ugly hallucination, Crane only grows hungrier.
Crane lost his life at the claws of a muscular brute of a Charizard which he encountered on the Viridian Team. Burnt alive, the Fearow died from a combination of the ferocious pain the flames caused and a heart-attack induced by graphic, mental images of hideous undead monsters. However, by some miracle, he rose again. Not only did he return to life, finding he had control of his limbs, Crane’s sanity was also restored. Spared from the terror of the virus, the avian has been revived to a conscious, essentially living state. Shocked at having defied fate itself, Crane has since travelled in search for answers to the many mysteries swimming about his volatile mind.
Much larger than the average Fearow, Crane evolved in an infected state to boast a particularly intimidating appearance. With an impressive wingspan and far darker colouration, the avian looks a monstrous creature but in fact is particularly delicate. His bone structure is extremely weak, almost entirely visible beneath thin skin whilst joints stick out awkwardly – a crippling defect of his evolution. His skeletal appearance is only heightened by the physical deterioration that accompanied his death.
Burnt alive, Crane’s appearance is particularly bedraggled. His feathers are badly damaged, the grease replaced with a thick, charred layer whilst clumps are missing completely. Some are singed in half, however a small portion were salvaged during his revival and appear extremely out of place amongst the overall damage. In all, the Fearow still appears very much infected.
The sack remains secured tightly around his slim head, however the material is badly charred with a collection of holes. A single, glowing red eye glares out from one of said holes, the other one missing having burst within the socket from the intense heat during his death. Whilst Crane now has the capacity to tear the sack off his head altogether, he has decided to keep it on out of respect for his company – fearful of the damage that it hides.
- Strategic Mind
- Socially Awkward
- Physically Weak, Delicate
- Mainly Non-Confrontational
- Cautious – Careful
- Considerate – Fights the Virus
- Extremely Mentally Unstable
- Confused – Frustrated
- Low Pain Tolerance
- Remorseful for Murders
- Crane’s level drastically increased over his time as an undead.
- Although he’s trying particularly hard to fight the after-effects of virus, Crane can only do much to avoid reverting back to his undead mindset. Pain and fire attacks are extremely effective to bring out the worst in the Fearow. In times of stress, he suffers from the same hideous hallucinations that plagued his mind as an undead.
- His appearance and name are loosely based off Jonathon Crane (The Scarecrow) from Batman.
- Crane’s profile was originally approved 22nd December 2011 and is the same except for the additions of the living criteria (age, level, ability etc...), an extra paragraph on his history detailing his death/resurrection and the personality and appearance sections. I was alerted that he would not need a Mutator Ticket.
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