Bone bracelets (x2)
|Species||#133 Eevee, the Evolution Pokemon|
|Pokédex Entry||"A rare Pokémon that adapts to harsh environments by taking on different evolutionary forms."|
Quick Attack [Level]
Shadow Ball [TM]
He knew much about few things, but few about many things. He knew the goddesses, the sun and moon, the swords- Espeons- and the shields- Umbreons. He knew what the cracks in a flame-licked bone meant, and how a Squirtle shell could be substituted during the rare instances when bones weren't available. He knew which berries were good to eat, which weren't, and which were good for the sick and wounded. He knew how to strip everything away from the corpse of a fresh kill, skin, fur, meat. What was essential, what could be used for jewelry, sustenance, and predictions of the future.
What he knew nothing of, however, was the outside world. And Oracle was okay with that. He never thought he had to know. His clan- a group of stray Eevee, Espeon and Umbreon situated in a remote location in an even more remote set of mountains- was all that he really cared about.
His Mother was an Espeon. The Espeon- the clan's daytime guardian. Her powers of premonition were exceptional. Her name was Oracle. Just as her Mother's name was Oracle, and her Mother's Mother's name was Oracle. Their names were practical; it was their purpose in the clan. Oracle the Eevee wore his name with pride. He studied their legends fervently, learned how to predict future events through cracks in bones- signs from the goddesses, the sun and moon, no doubt. By birth, it was his right to one day evolve into an Espeon and take his Mother's place, and he wanted nothing more than to follow in her footsteps.
Eventually, he came of age- at least by his clan's standards. It should have been time for him to evolve. As he was the firstborn of one of the clan's leaders, a ceremony was arranged. The idea of evolving in front of a crowd was a bit nerve wracking to the Eevee, but he mentioned his fears to no one, deciding it was better to ignore them and go through with the process, regardless.
Only when the time came, and Oracle stepped out into the morning sun, he didn't evolve. A glow enveloped him, but the dozens of eyes on him caused the Eevee's heart to start racing. He was terrified. So terrified.
The glow vanished as quickly as it came. And instead of becoming a powerful Espeon, he was left as he was.
His Mother tried to tell him everything was alright, but Oracle strongly felt that everything was not alright. He had humiliated himself in front of his clan. He had shown a lack of trust for the people he was supposed to be protecting. It was a horrible, horrible sin.
Perhaps running away that night wasn't the smartest idea, but his pride had been wounded. His head was filled with images and ideas- he could redeem himself. He could go away on a journey and return filled with wisdom. He could return with gifts, shiny things, valuable artifacts. Or he could just not return at all. He could keep running and running and running until he couldn't run anymore. They were all incredibly tempting ideas.
It was only when Oracle discovered how the world was outside of his own little protective bubble- because that, he soon realized, was what his beloved clan had been to him- that he realized he had made a terrible mistake. The Pokemon were cruel. Strange. They didn't listen to reason, they just seemed to be out for his blood. The Eevee wanted nothing more than to return to his cushy little life. He wanted to see his Mother again, and beg her to forgive him- or to protect him, for that matter. However, Oracle had never been away from home before, and he had been so concerned with running away that he had soon lost track of where he was in the first place.
Now alone, lost and terrified, the bone-covered Eevee roams unfamiliar lands, his life constantly threatened by vicious Pokemon out for his blood.
He's not really muscular by any means. His body type is lean, and built for speed, which Oracle makes quite good use of in conjunction with his ability.
His fur is relatively short, but still surprisingly silky, especially for a wild Pokemon. This is a direct result of his elevated clan status; he was very well taken care of.
Despite what the world has come to, and everything that has happened, he still attempts to hold himself high.
He tries to keep his face painted whenever possible. The spots over his eyes are supposed to represent the sun and moon, the lines on his cheeks are Espeon's whiskers, and the circle on his forehead is reminiscent of Umbreon's own forehead ring. Of course, it doesn't take much for the marks to wash away. It's more of a comfort for him than anything else.
He acts younger than he actually is, often causing others to mistake him for a child. Oracle is very much used to living a life of luxury- or at least, as luxurious as is possible for a wild Pokemon- and he doesn't quite seem to understand that he needs to get his paws dirty on occasion. He very much tends to come off as a spoiled little princess at times without knowing it, and often attempts to ineffectually command the authority of others like he would have back in his clan. The idea that he isn't actually important or royalty in the "real" world hasn't quite seemed to hit him yet.
He believes strongly in his clan's practices and rituals, and mocking them to his face is sure to get an angered reaction. To an extent, Oracle seems to realize that covering his face in mud and collecting the bones of the dead might come off as odd, but he doesn't really care. He's more than happy to explain things to anyone who happens to ask, however.
In a fight, he's a bit of a coward, often preferring to use his speed and small size to get away from the source of conflict. Oracle really isn't strong, and he's aware of that, especially in the face of these strange, vicious Pokemon. He'll often spit Toxic as a defense mechanism, though if he really has to fight, Oracle often prefers to keep his distance, shooting off Shadow Balls from afar and using his Quick Attack to stay out of range. For the most part, however, he would prefer not having to fight at all.
He seems to struggle often with attempting to keep up the persona of a calm, mystical Pokemon that is filled with wisdom. In actuality, Oracle can be a little picky, childish and temperamental, with a tendency to not think things through and allow his emotions to get the better of him. However, as his Mother was someone the Eevee looked up to throughout his life, he often tries his best to act as similarly to her as he possibly can.
|User Notes|| |
He frequently makes references to "goddesses" when speaking. This is because Oracle's clan worships the sun and the moon, and views them as deities.
The only Eeveelutions he knows about are Espeon, Umbreon, Vaporeon, Jolteon and Flareon. The first two were staples of his clan, however on rare occasions, stray Eevee would end up stumbling upon evolutionary stones in the wild. While they were by no means shunned from the group, many often ended up going off on their own, whether out of shame or because they felt as though they no longer had a place in their home. Oracle knows absolutely nothing of Sylveon, Leafeon and Glaceon, or any other Eeveelutions, for that matter.
He knows quite a bit about berries and natural remedies.
His clan was filled with Espeon and Umbreon; presumably, it began several generations back with a few released pets that just so happened to find themselves deep into the wilderness. The Umbreon watched over the night, while the Espeon kept things running smoothly during the day. They created their own legends and traditions from there.
His clan kept several "human" artifacts around, such as TMs, which is how Oracle knows moves that could only be learned from them. They don't actually know what they are, though, only that they're circles- like the sun and moon- that can grant Pokemon power.
In theory, his bond with his clan should have enabled him to evolve. However, Oracle was nervous, and effectively "startled" himself before he could. This could have easily been misinterpreted as a lack of a bond between himself and his clan, and as a future leader, it obviously reflected badly on him.
Though the clan primarily consisted of Espeon, Umbreon, and Eevee, they still had one or two Flareon hanging around to set the fires.
His jewelry was given to him by his Mother, and originally created by clan Espeon. Making such intricate trinkets was considered an act of great psychic skill and finesse in his clan, and the more decorated an individual was, the higher their status must have been. Oracle was the equivalent of a prince, and as a result, had quite a bit of bone-bling. What he has on him now is all he has left, however. The bones are too small to burn; they're meant for decoration. But there's plenty of spare bones around now that are ripe for the taking.
His face paint looks like dirt. That is because it is dirt. It is literally dirt.
They had more "official" dirt back home.
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