Even with the Epidemic going on, Amara is a calm and composed character, rarely does she overreact over a subject, but there will certainly be times when she snaps when dealing with something of great difficulty. Surprisingly, she gets easily embarrassed when flooded with compliments, even glowing bright red upon feeling affection. The Sawsbuck opens up pretty quickly and shows no resentment (even if you were to betray her trust, it's likely she'll give you another chance, though that may cost her her life someday). She holds a horrible habit of bottling up her emotions, leading to a few breakdowns here and there.
Amara is actually very knowledgeable in healing, having to deal with her wounds often before and after the Epidemic. However, she would require assistance when it comes to applying berries and medicine (no paws after all). She holds the moral of helping others before herself highly and is very loyal, making this her downfall in the apocalypse (every man for himself).
Though empathetic to Undead, she's not afraid to kill when necessary. When she does, she mourns for them afterwards:
"Who will mourn for them if no one's around to hear of their death?"
Amara looks similar to about any other Sawsbuck. Not much stands out other than her floral necklace in which a Life Orb is tightly tied to the end of it.
UPON CLOSER INSPECTION:...
Amara was bred for battle: to be a fighter, the strongest, the sweeper, the team leader. Within the first few weeks of her life, she was immediately taken away from the security and comfort of her parents. Already was she forced to battle within her third month into the world. Her trainer was rough at first, but sweet. She would always shower Amara with love and praise as the rest of the team would look down on her and glare.
The Deerling was naive and ignorant, oblivious to the bitter resentment her teammates had towards the child. She trained and practiced everyday, only wishing for her trainer and teammates to congratulate her, to tell her that she did good. Amara grew dependent on berries to heal wounds, not wanting anyone to know she would stay up late to train.
Time flew by quickly. Within a few years, the Deerling evolved into a Sawsbuck. Slowly did she gain the recognition and trust from her teammates that she worked hard for, she fit perfectly within the group. She was able to compete within tournaments as well, everyday being busy and stressful. Amara loved her lifestyle. She won all the tournaments they entered. Her trainer was pleased, giving Amara one of the prizes from it: a Life Orb, beautifully garnished with flowers. The Sawsbuck treasured it, not realizing that it would make her more powerful at the cost of bits of her life.
The biggest tournament of the year was right around the corner. Amara's trainer was pumped more than ever, having the team train fiercely day and night. The Sawsbuck saw this as another chance to be showered with praise, it felt like she was training harder than anyone on the team.
In the end, she lost.
The Life Orb took everything out of Amara, nearly was she evacuated to emergency. They were inches away from winning the competition, only to end with them in runner-up category. The first devastating defeat, she made the most ridiculous mistakes, she was completely out of shape. Her teammates began to shun her once more and her trainer grew disappointed with each passing battle. This time, Amara would notice the discrimination. Blaming herself, considered herself useless: her self-esteem was at an all-time low.
Regrets piled up one after another. Amara began to question her motives and reasoning for continuing to fight, she envied all the Pokemon that knew their parents, the ones that could mess up and still be loved, the ones that were just generally happy. The Sawsbuck forced herself to put on a facade.
Eventually her trainer grew tired, trading off all the Pokemon she had to different people from all over. Amara was last to be traded... Right when the Epidemic arrived.
It started off being something on the news that her trainer did not care much of. It was small, it was not that big of a deal until they were directly affected. An Undead charged into the Pokemon center, crushing the Sawsbuck's Pokeball. The city was quickly overrun by infected and Amara followed her gut instinct to run.
Didn't take long for her to realize that she had abandoned her trainer. Did she run? Did she die? Where had she gone? The Sawsbuck remained loyal even with the Pokeball crushed, even when she was about to be traded off. Amara sought out her trainer, finding not a corpse that would belong to her. Eventually she sought out other survivors for assistance, recalling how her trainer would seek out Ecruteak city after trading all of her Pokemon off.
Amara traveled high and low, attempted to avoid Undead as much as possible. With every survivor she found, she would learn something new of the Epidemic. With every undead she killed, the more sorry she felt. With every loss, the more scared she was. And goddamn, she was scared on being the last Pokemon alive. For the past few years, all she did was travel aimlessly, hoping she would come across Ecruteak eventually.
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