|Pokédex Entry||Black 2|Able to understand human speech and very intelligent, it loves to swim in the sea with people on its back.|
|Characteristic||Likes To Relax|
|Moves|| - Water Gun(Level Up)|
- Ice Shard(Level Up)
- Mist(Level Up)
- Confuse Ray(Level Up
|History||Angel was conceived on an island peninsula that was practically unknown to many and whose existence was outrageously ‘too good to be true’ for those who knew about it. The island was small, with lush foliage, mild climate, and sandy terrain to accompany its mystical reputation. The water was likewise, it was a serene ocean, lively and a gorgeous azure. There were hardly any storms, the waves, if any, were calm, and the seabed was alive with colors and had pristine cleanliness compliment to the crustaceans sifting about beneath the sand. |
Angel’s parents, two elegant Lapras, were extremely proud of their firstborn, as any new parents would be. With the serenity of their home and the security of the large mass of water around them, the pair was almost for certain that their daughter would live a tranquil and undisturbed life.
And so it was, for the first few years of Angel’s existence. Her parents were very lax and laid-back, and would allow their daughter to swim freely around the island, out of their sight upon multiple occasions. They weren’t concerned about her; after all, the island was safe. Nothing could go wrong.
Since Angel was usually not under her parent’s eyes, she would play in the ocean waters by her lonesome. She would splash random fish with her large fins, but the fish were timid and frightful by her large frame compared to them, and would dart away quickly under the water. Angel didn’t understand. She just wanted to play. She would return to her parents, and ask them to play with her, but they were usually “busy.” Since the thrill of giving birth to a baby girl had died down, and Angel aging into her early years, the young parents soon became bored with their daughter and ignored her almost to the point of neglecting their firstborn.
Angel believed that they were truly busy, not really certain what a parent should be anymore, so she figured they must be doing this parenting thing correctly. She would drag herself up on the beaches and eat the vegetation, as her parents never had taught her how to hunt. Angel knew they were too busy to do that.
As she swam around the island alone, she discovered new things. There were some strange cylindrical shiny objects washing up on the sand, with alien characters written along their sides. Multiple other foreign objects washed up on the beach more and more often, and Angel often pondered where they were coming from. And one day, she figured out in a twist of fate.
As she was doing her usual routines of playing and swimming in loops and twists, she noticed something strange off a little bit in the distance. Inquisitive, she swam towards it, gaining momentum when her curiosity reached its peak.
She couldn’t believe what she saw. It was a large rowboat, with people taking up half of its capacity. Of course, Angel didn’t know what humans were, as she had never seen one, so she raised her flipper in a greeting, hoping the weird creatures could come and play. She had lots of games to teach them!
Instead, they grabbed a huge net from their supplies, and captured the young Lapras in it. Angel did not struggle; she thought it was just a game these foreigners would play and they wanted to teach it to her. She giddily clapped her fins together as they tossed her in the boat, and chimed, “Ooh! Me next! My turn!”
Of course, it wasn’t a game. The humans were on a token fishermen trip, coming from all the way across the region to find “the big one.” The endangered Lapras was more than they could hope for, an excellent discovery among all the Magikarp they had been releasing. It would be a good specimen to bring back from their trip; they would be paid good money for the Lapras, dead or alive.
Having said that, the fishermen didn’t really treat Angel nicely, since she was just a source of finances in their eyes. When they tossed her in the boat and she chittered in her language happily, they struck her across the side, and when she felt pain for the first time, she was confused and frightened, and began to cry silently to herself as the boat rowed away from her home out into the open ocean. And that was the day the Epidemic began as well.
Days passed, and Angel was starving and parched. She tried frantically to release herself from her bindings, but that always left her with another flash of pain along her body. She often feigned sleep, seeking comfort in the rocking of the row boat.
As they rowed along on the fourth day since Angel had been abducted, Angel felt as if she was on the verge of death. Suddenly, while faking her slumber, she heard screams and cried from the fishermen. Weakly prying open her eyes, she saw an Undead Golduck leap onto the puny liner. She was scared, but chittered a greeting to the duck, perhaps it was just misunderstood or angry?
The Golduck took a gratifying leap into the air, landing squarely on the shoulders of one of the fisherman and ripping his head clean off, crimson staining the wood floor of the boat as the Golduck gnawed on the severed head with its toothless bill.
Angel was extremely frightened now, and the fishermen made the regretful decision to fling their source of profit overboard to possibly serve as a distraction for the Golduck or make the weight on the boat lighter for an easier getaway. As Angel hit the water, she breathed a sigh of relief as the net floated above her, freeing her. And unfortunately for the fishermen, the Golduck was intent on a human meal that morning.
Angel swam as quickly as she could, fear giving her adrenaline despite her languidness from being on the boat. When she looked over her shoulder after a distance, the Golduck was gone, there was a strange reddish perfume-like tint to the water, and the boat was nothing but wet and mottled wood on the waves.
Angel continued swimming, stopping to eat occasionally, trying to navigate back to her island haven, the only place she knew as home. She is still to this day avoiding danger at all costs, trying to find a friend to play with in the frightening ocean.
|Appearance||Since Angel is just a child, she isn't completely grown, so she is a lot smaller than the normal Lapras. Other than that, she looks just like a normal Lapras.|
|Personality||Angel is very outgoing. She will go out of her way to tell anyone, "hello." Unfortunately, this also means the Undead as well. She has to be told when it is appropriate to talk to someone, as she is a very good listener, but is very rash otherwise and might endanger herself.|
She is very playful, and loves to play games and splash around in the water. She likes to "show-off" her swimming skills, even though her "tricks" are things Pokemon usually can do, like twirling underwater.
Angel is very sweet also. She is kind to everyone, even if they are rude to her. She doesn't really understand when a Pokemon is mean to her, and anything even remotely offensive may make her cry.
Angel is very optimistic. She believes that everything that attacks or anything that is rude has a reason to be; and unless she is very frightened, she will try to solve the issue. She will often try to play a game with an enemy, claiming they are just "misunderstood," which may not turn out well on most occasions.
|User Notes||-She is still hoping to find her parents, even though they were neglectful.|
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