When he was a young child, he would try and play with his siblings and the other pokemon. Acting like a normal child would at his age. Hikirio was small and frail, when he was called a freak and started to be bullied by the other children he started to close off. His breeder, not helping the case separated the vulpix from the other. Hikirio falling even deeper into loneliness from his isolation, but bitterness was starting to grow in his mind. When his breeder would come and see him, the vulpix would lash out with fangs and claws. He wouldn't eat, he wouldn't drink from his breeder. He had forgotten how lonely he was, and wanted to stay alone even when brought back to his siblings again he would attack them.
When Team rocket found him he was to weak, and he hated himself for it. With his time with them his hate for humans only grew, he grew rash attacking anything that came into reach. Only to get lashed at, bending and breaking to the pain only to accept it more. He lost is innocent nature of a child his age, long before this. Hate now burning inside. None of the other pokemon there seemed normal, broken machines. They did what the humans commanded, none would help him as he cried out in agony and suffering. He hated them, all of them. His distrust of the humans and hate for their slaves only feeding the growing pit of darkness with in him. He hates them, he attacks them. They will Share the same pain he did.
When he was found and brought back into the light of his savior, time and patience was his only cure. The voice reaching out and helping the monster he had become, calming soothing. He was safe, he was cared for. Words alone bringing him back to sanity from this one creature, he could not see. His mind calming down as his body and soul heal. His hate for what the humans did for him dyeing embers just waiting for more heat to relight them. Hikirio now sees the human and the tainted pokemon as evil, he will turn violent toward them even to the point of out right attacking them. Those wild pokemon he can see only himself, pure and untainted and show them no aggression. Hikirio will remain quiet for most and just listen, if he detects a pokemon is in trouble he'll try and help them in any way that he can.
"This fox-like, quadruped Pokémon is covered with a thick, luxurious golden-white fur. It has nine, long tails, each of which is tipped with pale orange. There is a fluffy crest atop its head, and a small mane around its neck. Ninetales has gleaming red eyes that are said to give it the ability to control minds. Its ears are pointed, and it has long, slender legs with three-toed paws."
Since his evolution nothing had really changed, His fur pelt is still a greyish silver with neon blue fore paws 'socks'. His stomach bares scars from his testing where fur can no longer grow from. His tail tips, his mane, and top of his mane are sport the fiery blue markings.The top half of his main has been tied back. What little is seen of his face, can see a similar face marking to that of a marker fur 'mask' from his chin to the middle of his face. One can also see some of the scaring under the mask trickling down under it across his lip and some even reaching down his chin. The mask he was given, the most of it is white with painted marks of Blue and Greys.
Hikirio was born to a breeders farm, his parents both vulpix's and well trained. He was born into a liter of four, three brothers and a sister. He was smaller then the others, he was already labeled the runt of the litter. As he got older his siblings started to change color, he did not. He was born different, not only was he a runt but he was born with different coloration. The human breeder knew that he was different and saw only a profit, human greed. As the kits grew older he was often picked on being the smallest there, they would team up on him. Being so young he didn't understand other then playing, then it got rougher. Scratches and bruising started to cover the white vulpix from the rough play with his siblings.
The breeder separates him from his siblings, isolating him while he heals. Only to be put back in with them later. Rough play continued, he got hurt more and more often. The human didn't do anything to stop them, but remove him from them. Though smaller then that of his siblings he starts to fight back as they continue to rough play. He would still lose, and again the human would remove him. A bitter taste starting to grow in his mouth toward the human and his brothers and sister.
The day come to sell of this years litter, he was still healing from last round. They were set in a box marked at a reasonable price, he was set in a different box. The box he was in was marked high, for the odd and rare coloration he had. The humans saw him, they spoke over him trying to buy him for less then the breeder was asking. "Damaged" they said over and over again. Before long his siblings were bought and found a new home, someone to love them. Hikirio was still here, a man stood over him. A dark suit, a sinister man. The child knew this, he could feel that this man was bad. The breeder declines " We'll be back, mark my words!" the man storms off.
The white vulpix was picked up and brought back inside to the isolation box he spent most of his time in. Night came, there was a loud boom and screaming. Smoke leaking into the room, heavy foot steps. The child looks up gloved hands, a bloody hand pick him up and stuff him into a sac. They were moving as he swings around, the scent of death and blood he could taste in his mouth. He was eight when this human took him, he didn't understand what was going on. Light blinding suddenly, a cold metal table. Can't move. He looks up, men in white clothing not his breeder standing over him. Panic he looks around seeing other pokemon he had never seen before around him tied down in metal clasps like he was. Strange sharp objects, weird metal tools lining tables near by.
Pain in his side as he lets out a bark, the weird sharp object in his side. Dizzy and tired, numbing can't move. Picking up other things as his vision blurs and darkens, a sharp pain down his chest and stomach. Then nothing. Hikirio wakes up in a small cage barely big enough to move in, other pokemon were crying around him. The white clothed men come back to him. Picking up the cage, he falls over. A sharp pain as he looks down, his chest was bare of fur and stitching in his skin. Letting out a pitiful cry, they pull him out and lock him down again. Pain again eating at his body and mind, the sharp object pumping him full of something. Black again and a numb feeling, this time in his ear as they tag him.
Waking up in a different place, a growl waking him as he pulls himself up right. Turning to a houndour. It looked ill, it looked strange. It lurched forward slamming into his weakened form, biting down on his leg. Hikirio lets out a whimpering bark, fleeing from the creature. "Again" A voice he turned to the humans watching them, another pain as the dark fire type bites him again. He blacks out. Only to wake again into the same nightmare, back on a metal table. They cut him open again, with out the sharp thing. He lets out a cry for help nothing come. A disk comes into view as he looked at it, the cold thing touched him. His mind raced, black sucking him down again.
Waking to a growl once more, pulling himself up. Not afraid anymore, hate boils within him or a drug he didn't know. "Attack now" the dark fire type racing forward, Hikirio standing his ground. The two smash into each other, a flurry of claws and fangs. Red splashing the floor, lasting only minuets. The hound lays dead on the floor in a pool of blood. The dyed red fur of the vulpix weakly standing, his face mauled. Fur and skin ripped away, his eyes ruins of gore. They take him down again with a dart, waking again on a table. No drug this time again, something cold and grinding in his skull. Claws and blades doing their deadly dance, darkness is all he saw. "Give it some", he was now just called it.
This has gone on for quite some time, Hikirio having lost track of time be years or only days later. Three years had passed under these conditions, he was now eleven. Pumped full of something almost constantly, his rage and fury his only drive. His hate for everything, human and pokemon alike. They trained him, in their twisted bloody ways. To see how the drug was performing, every day another pokemon was dead that wasn't him. Everyday he was bloodied and scared, cut open and stitched back up. They stopped using the pain medication on him completely. " It's ready" Turning to the cold words of the leader human he learned. A hot stone was pressed into him, it didn't hurt like he expected it to. His six tails grew more now into nine, his form growing bigger stronger more powerful.
Heat of hate growing even more for these humans, trained and broken now just into a mere fighting machine. Against a enemy spreading outside the walls unknown to him. Adrenalin of the slaughter only thing he knew how to do. Sleeping naturally now without the aid of drugs to knock him out, sudden chaos. As he lifts himself up turning his ears now highly acute, to the sound he was hearing. Voices a male and Female, the sliding of the doors to his prison home. "Join us" the male said as he turned to it, He growls his mind to frail to understand the offer of freedom. " Revenge" was his reply as he walked up to them scenting each. Pokemon, not human. The scent of death again, his blood boils to the fight. "Come friend."
The ninetails follows, years and patience bringing him back to a pokemon and less of a monster. He learned much from the two of the pokemon, Uboa was a name for one he learned the other referred to herself simply as the Lady. He lived and trained under this pair for five years. He learned much from each of them there there was good in the world outside the place he was born into and raised. Goodness and purity that needed protection. He learned of the new threat, walking dead pokemon. Uboa tells him that the evil humans made this curse. He would spend time learning more till he was ready to leave them and spread to protect the good and destroy the evil. He was given a mask, " You are now enlightened of the truth" the black ditto had told him.
Hikirio left the pair to set out when he was sixteen on his own pilgrimage, now calmed and at peace with the black and the white. This did not stay for long. As he traveled he came across scattered humans. They still used pokemon like tools, like slaves. To fight each other and this new threat. Throwing them away like they were nothing. Pokemon that would attack other pokemon in fear of catching this virus or simple weakness of mind or body. The undead showing no mercy to the living ripping them apart like meat. His view and thought start to revert back to his nature, his frail broken mind breaking once more. Hikirio grew bitter toward any pokemon that showed any loyalty to a human. Grew violent toward the humans he came across, blindly attacking those HE deemed evil. The lessons he had learned, flaking away and years passed by in agony and pain.
- Image From Cinderspark
- Readopted back from Moon Moon who helped with edits.
- Despises humanity, blaming them for many of the blights in the world and deems them nonredeemable.
- He his emotionally unstable, and is prone to snapping at other pokemon.
- Believes that any affection a trainer pokemon feels towards their trainer is simply an example of Stockholm's syndrome. (Though he is not familiar with this terminology)
- Imposes his world views on others, often becoming violent if actions occur that go against his opinion.
- Permission given to use both Uboa and Lady Siren in his history
- Smaller and lighter than normal being a runt, and malnourished as a child.
- Masochistic, though typically does not engage in such behaviors since it was highly discouraged by his previous companions, and since it offers him no immediate advantage.
- He is blind, the 'eyes' on his mask are mere paint. With his blindness his scent detection and hearing have been heightened considerably.
- Possible Theme: Red - Let It Burn
-Coding provided by identitist.
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