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|Species||#059, Fire type, Arcanine/The Legendary Pokemon|
|Pokédex Entry||Ruby/Sapphire: Arcanine is known for its high speed. It is said to be capable of running over 6,200 miles in a single day and night. The fire that blazes wildly within this Pokémon's body is its source of power.|
|Ability||Flash fire: Flash Fire makes the user immune to Fire-type moves and will activate when hit by one. When activated, the power of the user's Fire-type moves is increased by 1.5×. While subsequent hits by Fire-type moves will not provide further increase in power, the user remains immune to their effects.|
|Nature||Serious (Neutral nature)|
|Characteristic||Strong willed (+Special Defence IVs)|
-Close Combat (Breeding)
-Extreme speed (Level up)
-Flare Blitz (Breeding)
-Flamethrower (Level up prior evolution)
|History||Halloween was born alone, to a pair of hateful and angry Pokemon. In the wilds of Sinnoh, two packs of fire type Pokemon clashed against each other in search of food and resources, the Arcanine and the tribe of Infernape. One particular Pokemon from each group were even crueler than most others, a female Arcanine and a male Infernape; the pair would get into long, bloody fights in which they tried so desperately to kill each other. But they say that the more intense the emotion, the more they blur, and in a single instant hatred turned to passion, and neither fire type knew what had happened until there was an egg before both of them. A child, a forever reminder of what they had done. He was an abomination to those parts, everyone knew he had parents from both sides of the blood feud, and neither offered him comfort or food. Barely able to crawl, the unknowing baby went from Infernape territory to Arcanine, just asking for the food and milk he needed, but it was the same disgusted response. Left alone in the wild, the pup was easy prey for a passing by human. Clearly abandoned, by the state of his fur, the man took him to a nearby shelter, a place to raise young Pokemon unable to sustain themselves in the wild and adopt them out to humans. But this place would prove even worse to the baby than his abandonment in the wild.|
The place was known as a 'wildlife care and rehabilitation center', but it was a prison. Pokemon who were too young or handicapped to live in the wild were taken there. The people's goal was to give them all away to good homes, but if the Pokemon reached adulthood while there, they were simply be released. The unnamed pup didn't know any of that yet, though. He was taken into a small warm room with various other babies and was given formula by bottle. One of the people came up with the idea of naming him after the upcoming holiday, Halloween, and he bore he name for the rest of his life.
He grew up under the careful watch of the caretakers, but once the Growlithe pup was strong enough, they let him into the space with the other adolescents. At first, Hallow was excited. He had never known any Pokemon who wanted anything to do with him, but now he could make new friends! And in the beginning, they were nice. He learned daily life as months turned into a year; he was shown and put up for several adoption shows, but no trainer seemed to care from him, causing the Growlithe to feel his first threads of doubt. Insecure, he made the rash decision to go visit his mom. Maybe she would know something? Not knowing much better, he escaped under one of the fences and raced into the forest. However, little did he know, several pairs of eyes were following him. The sun went down and still Halloween could not find his way back to the same forest; it was as if he was in a different forest completely. But as he began to grow scared and worried, a shimmering form appeared out of the darkness. Two massive clawed hands and a gaping, fanged mouth screeched at the pup and reached out to grab him, causing the baby to scream in terror and run. But the Haunter was not alone...and it followed him.
Humans had seen his absence and scoured the nearby woods for the Growlithe, so when he fled yelping in terror, he was immediately found and caught. Scooped up, the pup shook with fright but did not fight them. Glancing over the man's shoulder, he could see shadows moving in the pitch black trees. Screwing his green eyes shut, he tried to block it out as he was driven back to the shelter.
That night Halloween laid in his bed, closest to the window. Exhausted, he tried to go right to sleep, but found himself studying the moon shining full in the night sky. His mind kept awake by the primal urges to be active beneath the round moon, he was very conscious when suddenly figures moved outside the building. Suddenly, without warning, they vanished as fast as they appeared. Halloween was left wondering if he had even seen anything at all, but he did not sleep that night until the sun peaked over the horizon. However that was only the start. Over the next several months strange, horrible things happened around him. His food bowl would flip over, spilling and ruining his food without him ever touching it, finding thorns living the stuffing of his bed, out of reach and causing him to sleep on the ground, however the caregivers would scold him and force him to sleep in the bed and causing his pelt to bleed from scratches. It steadily became worse, though; first it seemed Halloween saw moving shadows in daylight, or heard laughter when no one was around, but then grew to claws gripping his body at night, his nightmares twisting into morbid and graphic scenes of blood and death. It scarred his mind after nonstop weeks ad months of it, but at least in that time he was the only one being affected. After almost a year of being specifically tortured, the Growlithe was ragged and constantly exhausted, but then his peers began lashing out. Another canine Pokemon accused him of stealing her belongings, but when Halloween disagreed, she ripped his bed apart and found her things hidden inside. Halloween had never done that, he didn't steal, but no one believed his pleas and he was punished by the humans. It steadily became more common though; accusations of stealing food, soiling beds, setting traps-- the youth was almost overnight becoming a delinquent in the eyes of everyone else. They reacted harshly, treating the Growlithe with mean words and even physical attacks wh
en nearby. He quickly isolated himself, always alone and always the outcast. Everyone thought he was a horrible person and did things to piss them off, but no one ever questioned his crying and fearful behavior.
At one point Halloween broke and tried to tell his old friends about the nightmares and visions, how he thought they were ghosts, but that only added fuel to the flames. No one believed him and they went from being cold to taunting and mocking him. The living steadily became worse than the ghosts he saw, but there was no peace. After years of it never ending... at one point Halloween merely broke. He stopped caring, he thrived on his solitude, and he stopped trying to defend himself. The years became a blur of trauma he no longer even wishes to remember, the only solstice being when he trained solo with the trainers and other caretakers. His level steadily grew, and he quickly became stronger than those his age at the shelter with his determination and lack of social distractions. The day he was an adult, twenty years old, the humans decided he could be safely released. They offered the grown pup a Firestone as a parting gift, and Halloween did not hesitate. Filling out to a massive, powerful form, when he left to the wild that day...he had never felt freer.
The haunting immediately stopped when leaving the area, and the Arcanine never had nightmares caused by the ghosts after that time, though the years of hell had scarred and marred his mind and soul, and he was tired and weary of the world. He did not feel happy, just less miserable. Deciding to leave the land for good, he went to visit his mother one last time. He would tell her off, show her the Arcanine he had become, and leave her forever. It was very possible that she was even dead in those two decades that had passed, but he was actually able to find her with no real issues. The Arcanine was growing old, not looking well at all, and Halloween curled his lip as he came closer. However he never got the chance to get his closure, as she had an egg, unharmed, under her paw. Knocking her off, and disgusted that she would stoop so low, Halloween took the egg and left without another word. He never spoke to his mother again after that....only now Halloween found himself stuck with an egg that he had no clue what it was or what to do with it. He considered leaving it by a tree, but immediately bashed the thought. A newborn would die in the wild just left alone. Halloween made camp that night after a long day of considering, and he was still on the fence when suddenly the egg was exploding. Shocked, Halloween jumped away as a small blue paw emerged, then a little face and a uniquely coloured pair of eyes, red and white, almost colourless. A Shinx crawled out of the egg ad stumbled, cooing softly as it looked up at him.
His resolve vanished as the little cub stared up at him. Without thinking about it, he moved forward ad surrounded the baby with his thick tail. "I am your new brother," he told her. In the days that followed, he decided to name her after another human holiday, to coexist with his, and dubbed the baby Easter. For a time life was simple but busy as Halloween grew accustomed to caring for his new sister. After a few months though, they were approached by a Liepard.
She introduced herself as Adder, and said that she had been following them for some time. Instantly suspicious, Halloween did not trust her, but she offered them help, shelter and food. Halloween's resolve faltered; he had yet to become accustomed to living on his own and Easter did not make things easier. Taking a cautious shot in the dark, he agreed to stay with her for the night. However, Adder ended up being the best thing that could have happened to the pair. Halloween warmed up very quickly to the older feline and they ended up living together for a good amount of time as Easter slowly grew up. It was several years down the road of a generally easygoing life, Halloween raised his new sister under his watchful eyes, her learning to speak and explore the world precious memories the canine would always treasure. After around six or seven years, Halloween began feeling particularly attracted to the Liepard. Adder was snappy, sarcastic, and not warm at all, but for some reason he enjoyed being near her, in a much different way than he enjoyed being with his sister. A few more years going by of learning how to be wild Pokemon, teaching Easter and protecting her, Halloween eventually realised that it must be the rare thing he shared for both girls-- love. He loved his sister, and he found himself loving Adder, too. But though he cared for her, the older feline became more foul and insufferable as the years passed, snapping at Halloween and challenging ad insulting him...but the canine did not care. He would have stayed there forever.
Until the day of the storm. A dry thunderstorm swept through the forest, their shelter the only thing keeping them from the rain. However, the dangers became much worse as the night went on, especially when lightning struck nearby...then on the actual structure. Topping half to the ground, Hallow ad Easter were able to flee, but Added did not follow. Desperate, he rushed back in, but the Liepard was under too much heavy debris. He begged her not t leave him, even as the fire grew more and more intense, his flame absorbing ability would not keep him safe forever, and he cried before the dying Liepard. Finally, she looked him dead in the eye and spat, "I never even cared for you. It was a favor, a favor from your fucking mom!" Shortly after the entire building collapsed, killing Adder ad leaving the siblings alone. Easter was thirteen.
The next years were much easier for the pair, being older and much more knowledgeable, the siblings were happy ad thrived for several more years when their lives changed forever once more. Easter was nearing young adulthood when the environment became filthy and tainted. The apocalypse was upon them, and Halloween swore his life that he would keep his sister safe. As time dragged on, it seemed that they would be alright. Undead were simple enough to avoid and outsmart, but despite their careful planning, Easter and Halloween became separated. Sick with worry and devastated that she was gone, the Arcanine makes it his goal to find her. Easter is all that is left in the world, all that is good. He can't let her down.
|Appearance||"Arcanine is a quadruped, canine Pokémon with an orange pelt marked by jagged black stripes. It has diamond-shaped ears with beige insides, black eyes, a round, black nose, and two pointed teeth protruding from its upper jaw. Its head, muzzle, and chest are covered in shaggy, beige fur, except for two oval sections around each eye and ear. Long tufts of fur grow behind its elbows and around its ankles. Its underside is black, and it has a billowing, beige tail that is bent in the middle. Each paw has three toes and a round, pink pad." -Bulbapedia|
Pretty average for his species, Halloween looks like a normal Arcanine, the only real difference being his eyes; the canine's iris' are a deep emerald green, the left eye noticeably yellower than the right.
|Personality||PROS: Honest, sincere, brilliantly intelligent, clever, unafraid|
CONS: Blunt, harsh, cold, merciless, fierce temper, untrusting, paranoid, hateful, socially awkward, sarcastic, closed off
OTHER: not talkative, quiet, stoic
-Despite his horrible personality, Halloween is honest to a fault and completely sincere when he means it. Borderline impossible to earn his trust, but once done, he is loyal to the very death.
-Not one to be all warm and feely, in fact Halloween very rarely will show any kind of emotion, both in his expression and tone.
|User Notes|| -Based off of my own Original Character Halloween.|
-Asexual and aromantic, though does not actually know this or consider himself this, he simply has no interest in either.
-I imagine his flash fire ability to almost be similar to fire bending; when hit with a special fire type attack the flames would kind of dissipate around him then swirl for a few seconds, and if he uses his own Flamethrower technique in that small amount of time, those flames will combine with his attack to make it even stronger. If he uses Flare Blitz, his body would become almost twice as hot as it would be normally for that move and if smashed into an object, it would explode and melt midair, but when used on an enemy, the undead could literally boil and cook in their own skin and fall over dead.
-It goes without saying that Halloween and Easter are not blood related, and deep down she kind of knows that, but their bond is built on what they have not what they're missing, and they will always consider each other brother and sister.
-Halloween was haunted by a group of ghost Pokemon growing up, just having horrible luck in attracting their attention. They simply kept invisible around other people and Pokemon and were never seen by anyone other than their muse, Halloween.
-Easter had evolved to a Luxio a few years back (kinda lost a way to ,mention that in the history)
Beatrice ("Bee" for short)
Text Color: #f0714a
Age: Adolescence (teenage years in human age)
Species: #662, Fletchinder, the Ember Pokemon
Height: 2’04” / 0.7 m
Weight: 37.4786 lbs / 17.0 kg (slightly heavier than the average Fletchinder)
Pokédex Entry: The hotter the flame sac on its belly, the faster it can fly, but it takes some time to get the fire going. (Pokemon Y Pokedex)
Ability: Flame Body (Contact with the Pokémon may burn the foe / Eggs hatch quicker)
Characteristic: Somewhat stubborn
Quick Attack (learned)
If you concentrated hard enough, a shiver would pass through your body, a ghastly hand brushing feathers with a slow caress. In that moment of a falling sun and an invading moon, you're reminded of a similar time.
A simpler time, you reminiscence. A man calls for you, dirt mixed with a his roughly shaven beard, callous hands clapping tremendously. This man -- a Pokemon breeder, a trainer, a friend -- sought a life in nature with his only companion. His Fletchinder -- you. Lazy days were spent maintaining the shoddily built cabin and nursing eggs, living off the land with rare visits to the nearby Solaceon Town. "It'd be a blessin' from God 'imself if we could stay like this, right, Bee?" He rubbed your head; you'd chirp in reply; he'd laugh as if he understood.
There was one night, vague in its time but strong in its impression. You laid in a homemade nest of blankets beside his bed, listening to the snores erupting from within his chest and out his throat, though you yourself were not tired. Right outside the window, the waning moon looked like a Cheshire Cat's grin. Something about that thought caused your heart to pick up in pace. You puffed out your chest, as if the action would ward off the foreboding feeling.
A different scenario. The man is an overgrown child, you'd always think when perched on his shoulder, dropping into town for supplies. He whispers that he's the best bargainer in the area, but his rambunctious laughter echoes in your head. A quick nudge into his neck quickly reminds him of his objective, buying the hammer and nails at full price, with a small tip for the laugh. He ruffles your feathers and swears he'll make a "nice, B as in Bee-autiful bird house" once he has enough money. You grab for his fingers, trying to get a good peck in.
That day was the fondest memory you have of him.
Days blurred together with no large events to commemorate the passage of time. The man tried getting into an occasional Pokemon battle, but neither you nor he really found enjoyment in the hobby. "We're old-timers, bab, that's why." He smiled, pulling a suitcase from under the bed. "Anyhow, there's a community meeting over in town, so take care of this place for a bit, will ya?" His eyes were downcast, not holding your gaze too long -- you chose not to question his actions and to trust in his word.
You puffed out your chest feathers, watching him swing his suitcase around as if he were in a musical. This time of the year was a lull in the breeding business, so you were positive you'd be able to handle the cabin on your own. The old man shouldn't expect anything else from you; it was a pleasant thought that made you happy. You took a quick flight over the fenced area before settling down for the night, counting one night before your friend returned.
One night turned into two weeks, and each passing moon caused a palpitation in your heart. You tried to convince yourself: the meeting is probably incredibly important, maybe some old woman needed help, maybe he tripped and the Daycare couple took him in... a puzzle piece fell into place, and a switch was flipped. Being a breeder's Pokemon, you knew how abandonment looked like. You... You just never thought it'd be happening to you.
Tears were a foreign concept to you. You felt your heart beating against every part of your body, stiffening when you realized. You would have to survive on your own.
It was some nights later when you woke up to the cabin burning down. Shock, then fear, then action -- you flew out the window and found the source. A Ponyta was blasting flames into the house, seemingly with no intent on stopping. You thought of approaching, but the erratic twitches, the purple blotches. How different was the outside world from the safe bubble you lived in?
Flying into the night, you knew that you were only going to continue finding out.
With a life of mostly leisure, Bee never really had much motivation to exert herself; she's a little plump as a result! She has a habit of puffing out her chest feathers. She's prone to either perch on someone or something else, and only flies when it's necessary. Bee relies on speed (QUICK ATTACK!) to get her out of any tricky situations, though she's not a very skilled fighter otherwise.
Although Bee is inexperienced with the world's ways and what it takes to survive, she prefers pragmatism over an idealistic approach. With no trainer to coddle her any longer, she doubts her own decisions often; in the heat of the moment, she'd follow other's instructions without thought. She's still very touchy about her trainer abandoning her, and finds it easier to hide her emotions from others. Despite being scared by a lot of things, Bee tries to put on a brave face to appear that she knows what she's doing (when in fact she doesn't. At all.).
- Using Second Person to narrate for Bee (if it's not allowed, I can do Third!!)
- she only lets people close to her call her Bee 8]
- bb girl
Hallow's original profile and Bee's original profile. Bee is adopted, taking her to just keep her on the team. Nega is welcome to take her back at ANY time when she returns.