|Species||#359, Absol The Disaster Pokemon|
|Approximate Time of Infection||A few months|
|Pokédex Entry||It has the ability to foretell natural disasters. Its life span is over a hundred years.|
|Moves|| - Bite|
- Quick Attack
- Razor Wind
|History||When I was born, there was a big celebration thrown in my honor because of the strange coloring on my egg. See I was a very rare egg in the Johto region and at the time, not many in that region had seen a Pokemon like me so they didn’t know what kind of destruction I would wreak upon their small town of Goldenrod but then again, I didn’t know at the time either. All I knew is that the little boy that picked me up was suppose to cherish and take care of me as a birthday present from his parents. I was to be his very first Pokemon, not the demon that I turned out to be.|
See at first I was loved and cared for deeply by the boy and his family. They treated me like their own and it was the greatest feeling I had ever felt. Being able to fit in somewhere is something not many of my species ever gets to experience in their lifetime. I was lucky, for a while. Then about two months after I was born, I sensed something strange in the air. A kind of perfume if you will that reeked of death and decay. I padded outside of the house we lived in and looked up into the sky with my skin prickling anxiously. That’s when I saw it, the most horrific sight I had ever laid eyes on. The sky was jet black in color and the sun was completely blocked out and I couldn’t figure out why until I realized that the black mass was moving and had eyes. The smell of death was strong in the air as the mass descended upon the ground as a horde of Murkrow, blood pouring from fresh wounds on their bodies and some with eye sockets empty. I tried to run, to warn my family, but it was too late. They headed straight for me and I felt them rip and tear at my flesh eating my skin right off the left side of my face under my eye. Thankfully they didn’t touch my eyes since I quickly curled into a ball to shield my face. A gunshot sounded in the air and the mass of birds stopped attacking me but by then I was growing weak. My eyes began to close against my will and my thoughts fell into one single pattern. This was it, I was going to die. That was the last coherent thought I could think before my world went black.
But then, I awoke. Getting to my feet I staggered forward and reached the house of my family. I wasn’t really sure what had happened but all I could think was that I went unconscious and woke up. I didn’t even think that I could’ve died and been brought back. Why, that would be something a crazy Pokemon would think not me. When I got into the house, all of the lights were off and it was completely dark. Blood splattered the walls and the smell of death hung fresh in the air. My senses for some reason seemed heightened and I picked up the sound of a heartbeat close by which I followed to the end of the couch. There laid my boy. He was in a pool of blood, his dead parents laid nearby; their body’s splayed open like a filleted animal. I shook the image from my head and focused on the boy who lay in front of me barely alive. I wanted to help him, I really did but before I could stop myself, a stirring came from my head and I slashed open the boy’s stomach with my scythe to find the soft sweet organs inside of him. As I began to eat from his body, he laid there alive, watching my every move. The only thing I can remember after that was his dying breath echoing the word demon around me. Realization finally hit me as to what I had done and I staggered back against the wall, my breath coming in ragged gulps and then I realized something else, my heart wasn’t beating.
After what had happened at my old house, I had to leave. Months went by and I began to lose all traces of my brain inside of my head. The virus was slowly taking me over making me more bloodthirsty and violent until one day I lost all coherent thought. My only feeling and my only thought was to kill, eat, and kill again. Blood was the only thing that could break the chain of hunger that seemed to always hang over me but still I hunted and grew stronger as the virus coursed through my veins and became me. I was the very essence of the virus and then one day, as I lay sleeping in a cave with blood still trickling down the gem on my head, I awoke to find that I could think. The virus had merged with my brain cells and shocked them into working once again but at that point I was no longer one being for in my mind, despite the fact of my intelligence returning to me, I heard the voices of others speaking to me and telling me what I was to do. It was like a network of souls; no we ARE a network of souls. We are Legion and we are many.
|Appearance||Legion has many gashes along his body and the whole left side of his face has no skin. Since he has been infected for so long, he is thinner than he should be and his skin is deep purple in color as if it were black. Also, the gem on his head bleeds.|
|Personality||Legion is very intelligent but to a certain extent. The virus manipulated his mind and since it was messed up so much, he has contracted Multiple Personality Disorder and tends to believe he has others inside of him. Sometimes he will give names to the alternate personalities inside of him but not often. His own personality that comes out occasionally is very sweet and shy.|
|User Notes||-He isn’t really many souls in one body but he has gone insane since the virus fixed the cells in his brains so, although he is intelligent once again, he is mentally unstable and suffers from Multiple Personality Disorder.|
-Legion can be a pleasant Pokemon to be around despite being Undead. He prefers only to eat when hungry and he has mastered controlling the hunger.
-He thinks that Undead Pokemon are superior to others and believes his virus to be a gift and not a curse.
-The reason his age is higher than his level is simple. When he was killed, Legion was level 45 and since then, he has grown in age but not in level.