|Species||#229; Houndoom, The Dark Pokémon(Dark/Fire Type)|
|Pokédex Entry||If you are burned by the flames it shoots from its mouth, the pain will never go away. - Leaf Green|
|Nature||Gentle [+Special Defence -Defence]|
|Characteristic||Capable of taking hits[+Defence]|
|Moves|| - Protect [TM]|
- Retaliate [TM]
- Fire Fang [Level Up]
- Faint Attack [Level Up]
|History||Rokai was born in a very small forest secluded away from almost everything. Unlike other houndour of his breed, his fur was completely ash-colored, a defect that had been passed down from his mother. From the very moment he hatched, there were only the three of them, his mother and father were both houndooms, but only his mother showed him affection. His father was always cruel to both of them. His mother never had time to stop and play, as his father always sent her away to hunt or collect items for hoarding and future use. Many of these items were rounds disks that his father used on himself by pressing them to his head. One time, his father ignored the two disks that his mother had brought home, so copying his father, Rokai pressed them to his head, not knowing what they did.|
Another downside to his mother being away all the time was the fact that his father always wanted him to get stronger, and would get his mother to bring home live pokemon, which his father would pit up against him. More often than not he lost, with the pokemon being much higher leveled than he was. There were countless days where he would lay in the corner of the den, believing that his mother still cared enough to give him those disks, because she must have known that his father didn't want them.
One day his mother didn't come back from a hunting trip. His father was furious calling her a wimp and that she'd run away. Because she was gone, his father had to do all the hunting, except because he hadn't needed to hunt for a while, he was terrible at camouflage and ended up getting caught by a trainer, leaving Rokai all alone. He waited there for days, hoping for one of them to come back and say it was going to be okay.
When he finally had to move, the world around him was very different. Many places were deserted and pokemon that looked positively dead walked around everywhere. He fought off as many as he could, the extra skills he had picked up from the battles his father had forced upon him gave him a slight advantage, and he eventually climbed his levels until he evolved. When he evolved, it wasn't a pleasant feeling, yet it didn't hurt either. Another bone sprouted from his back, joining the other two that wrapped around his ribcage. A second bone came from the middle of his neck, wrapping around the front of his chest, in front of his forelimbs and lastly a skull formed between the first two bone protrusions at his chest.
His fur however stayed completely ash colored, not gaining any orange to it at all, just like his mother. With his new form he was able to fend back more zombie pokemon, fleeing the safety of the place he one called home.
|Appearance||Rokai has a hunched posture, and multiple scars along his muzzle and flanks. His pelt is completely ash-colored, with no orange markings at all. He has a few chips on the bone on his back, and a few on his horns from constant battles that were carried over when he evolved. Around his eyes have tear stains, and his eyes are a bright emerald green. The skull on his chest has a large crack on the right 'eye' of the skull, from a scar that was carried over when he evolved.|
|Personality||Rokai is distant, and often times sad. If there is anyone around him that is upset, sad or even borderline suicidal, he'll do his best to cheer them up. He believes that the Epidemic is just another way to try to smother the hope in pokemon. He understands how it feels to be lost and he uses his own experiences to show other pokemon that there is always someone who cares. Despite his kind and caring nature though, if he is pushed too far or he is attacked, he'll flip a switch and become fairly sarcastic and snappy, this is a trait he got from his father, as much as he'd hate to admit it.|
|User Notes||-First piece artwork done by muself|
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