|Species||#??? Absin, the Prophet Pokemon|
|Pokédex Entry||It is known as a herald of a true catastrophe, only emerging to humans when a cataclysmic event is about to occur. It is said the red markings on its body are its eyes. Its tail has evolved to become long and whip-like, with a scythe on the end. When angered, it decapitates and dismembers its enemies with ease.|
|Characteristic||Proud of his power|
|Moves|| -Night Slash [Learned]|
-Psycho Cut [Learned]
-Ice Beam [TM]
-Perish Song [Egg]
|History||From the moment Asche was born, he was trouble. Born in a poor side of Mauville, where a breeder set up a small business, Asche's egg was left abandoned on the breeder's doorstep, covered in soot and ash. The breeder, being a kind soul, immediately took in the egg and attempted to hatch it. He fondly dubbed the egg "Asche", determined to keep the name, regardless of what came out.|
It took thirteen terrible, tense days to get the egg to come to term, but finally, the breeder's tireless hard work paid off. However, upon spotting Asche's odd-colored pelt, the breeder's mind turned to the failing business he was running and immediately put Asche up for sale. After a quick auction, the newborn was given to a photographer/ trainer. However, the money earned from the auction did not save the breeder's business, and he went bankrupt within the week.
For a while, everything was fine. Asche was a normal male, finding trouble wherever he went. He made friends with the other pokemon on the team, especially a calm kadabra by the name of Jake. The two were inseperable, and Asche had never been happier.
Mostly, the photographer simply enjoyed taking pictures of Asche and the rest of his team. The strange-colored absol was a hit in the photography realm, and it wasn't long before Asche found himself stolen away from his trainer and Jake not just once, but many times. Though, Asche would always seem to find his way out of his keeper's hold through some strange phenomena unbeknownst to him. One incident was particularly bad enough to gain media attention; three people died and seven were injured in a freak electrical storm. This earned him enough of a bad reputation that now he wasn't hunted to show, he was hunted to be killed. He was caught in Pyrite, the cess pool for the dregs of humankind to come together in cacophony.
Just his luck.
Then, the strange plague hit. For a while, he wondered vaguely if the rising dead pokemon was somehow his fault as well, since it seemed to crop up wherever he went. Now, he merely tries to get back to his trainer and to Jake, the only good luck he seemed to ever have.
--Old Pyrite Team--
It took a while for him to find some fellow survivors, but as his luck would have it, he met a fierce Ninetales named Phoenix who claimed she was the owner of Pyrite. Eager to serve as Beta to the adamant fox, Asche happily followed along, meeting the horde of other survivors that began to pop over the derelict town, much to Phoenix's chagrin. They soon banded together against a green-painted Smeargle who tried in vain to wrestle Phoenix's crown from her, the "games" ending with the Smeargle's blood painting the town instead of his hideous green. Satisfied, they retreated to Phoenix's home, met her trainer, and in general had a decent time. However, Phoenix had held a dark secret, her turned Houndoom lover lurking not far away. He soon saw his opportunity and attacked, causing mayhem.
After the panic died down, Asche and Phoenix, in a bid to lighten the mood and fill their empty stomachs, went out to hunt. They soon found themselves in the Pyrite Colosseum, in its middle a downed Liepard. However, as they ventured further in to investigate, the Colosseum finally gave way, its support shattered. It emptied into the vast expanse below known as the Under, and while Phoenix was nimble enough to escape the collapse, Asche, of course, was not.
He woke some time later, only small flickers of light able to guide him upward. He fought off Undead that had managed to stumble down his way, ate roots and what few survivors he'd actually managed to meet out of gut instinct. Finally, he has managed to clamber out of the ruins and back into the sunlight.
|Appearance||Blue and white dappled fur cover his body. A white face, scythe, tail and claws pop out from the navy blue, giving Asche very striking features. His eyes are a bright gold, wide with enthusiasm and life. He has much energy, and usually has a bounce in his step.|
|Personality||Asche is a very energetic and expressive pokemon. His entire body will reflect his mood, be it fur bristling, tail lashing or simply how he carries himself. Stubborn, a bit ditzy, clumsy, and opinionated, Asche seems like a true fright. However, he is fiercely loyal, generous to those he holds dear, and strives to keep his friends safe. He can be quite childish, whether by his small tantrums or by his naivete, but should never be underestimated. He has a quirk of managing to get out of trouble just as much as he gets himself into it.|
As he was isolated for a month, forced to kill any friendly face he found, there is now a strange, darker side of his personality that functions solely on instinct. A wild, ferocious animal lurks just beneath his otherwise gentle personality.
|User Notes|| Considers himself taken, as he is still looking for his Kadabra lover|
Prefers to keep alone, since he seems to have bad luck in large numbers.
Perish Song is actually a simple song he seems to have known since infancy; he's not aware it's an attack, but uses it for insomniatic nights
Feels guilty for all the bad luck he thinks he's caused, including the pandemic around him.
Original Profile I evolved him and made those changes; and added history from the previous team and personality.
|Theme(s)||You're So Vain|
Just Another Name
|Item||Water pouch, dehydrated berries, industrial grade rope, matches, White Duster Coat large roll of duct tape, backpack.|
|Region of origin||Orre|
|Occupation||Prestige Gym Leader|
|Party||Since wild pokemon in Orre are little more than a lottery, Justy has bought each and every one of his Pokemon from a specialized breeder, boasting perfect stats, egg moves and natures. His final teammember was a gift from an adoring fan a year before the Epidemic hit. He had a Nosepass, but lost it in the fall of Phenac city. For Justy, he believes Nosepass is still alive, as he didn't see the pokemon actually die.|
Name/Gender- Sandy [F]
Text colour- #9e7e00
Ability- Sand Rush
-Iron Tail (Tutor)
-Stone Edge (TM)
**Choice Band held
Name/Gender- Bouncer [M]
Text colour- #14afde
Ability- Huge Power
-Belly Drum (Egg)
-Aqua Jet (Egg)
-Play Rough (Learned)
**Carries a generous amount of berries
Name/Gender- Buzz [M]
Text colour- #4cbf46
-Iron Tail (Tutor)
-Dragon Tail (TM)
**Holding Smooth Rock
Name/Gender- Trunks [M]
Text colour- #75a897
Ability- Sand Veil
-Rapid Spin (Learned)
-Stealth Rock (Tutor)
-Gunk Shot (Tutor)
Text colour- #BLAH
Name/Gender- Empress [F]
Text colour- #02c768
-Leaf Tornado (Learned)
-Giga Drain (Learned)
-Dragon Pulse (Tutor)
**Was given to him at lvl 60; carries Leftovers
|Quote||"Of course you like me; everyone likes me. Wait, you don't like me? Why don't you like me?"|
|History||Hurriedly scribbled by a masculine hand, littered with phallic drawings all over the paper, along with little doodles that somewhat resemble Justy:|
Everyone in Phenac tells this story like it's a fucking legend:
Perfect Justin was perfectly born in perfect stupid Phenac City on a perfect spring day. He came out nearly glowing, like a Messiah, I guess, because he was just that fucking special. I'm guessing he also had his stupid thick purple mane of hair, already stinking of pomade, and his stupid washboard abs that literally everyone in this godforsaken town wants to lick. Eugh. Anyway, yeah, his birthday was marked as the "Best Fucking Thing To Happen To This Town Despite The Fact That We Found An Aquifer Like A Decade Ago, And You Know, We Live In A Fucking Desert" and he grew up basking in the perfect love of not only his also gorgeous, biologically perfect parents, but the whole fucking town as well. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.
"Justy" -God, what a retarded fucking nickname- grew up wanting for nothing. Surprise, surprise. Like all spoiled brats in Phenac, he didn't starve, his parents didn't hit him and he didn't play in a damp cave with shards of glass and metal for toys. Pfft, rich kids, am I right? Anyway, he was apparently decent in his gilded pre-school or didn't shit in his silk diapers as often as the other kids or something, so his parents and "teachers" were like, "Holy shit, this toddler is a fucking prodigy!" and everyone agreed because of course they did-- how can anyone disagree with a grape face like that?
So they gave him super-special lessons with super-special pokemon and he was really good at it. To hear the locals talk about it, he was like actually psychically communicating and taking over the Pokemon's minds, he was directing them so well. My money is that they didn't want to piss off the suit-wearing bastards who could replace them with a knife and a well-placed phone call. But what the fuck do I know, I'm just a lowly Pyrite-scumbag that doesn't know the difference between White and Eggshell. (Guess what, fuckers, there ISN'T a fucking difference.) Oh right, gotta talk about "Justy". Seriously, how does anyone take him seriously with that stupid-ass name?
Whatever, so he started training super early, and was "really good" at it. They brought in foreign tutor after foreign tutor because this guy just blew through them in skill, having to get better and better teachers for his climbing talent. "Talent." Soon his parents like, died or something from running out of money? I don't really know or care, but they're suddenly out of the picture and so Justy -you know what, fuck it, I'm calling him by his real name- Justin was super sad. Because, yeah, I'll give him that his parents died. Sucks.
All right, so he was like, 13 or something when he decided to open a gym, right? Apparently it was to be "in honor of his dead parents" -Oh they died in a BOATING ACCIDENT, ok
Right, I keep going off track. So they built the gym, Justin became the leader at like 14, and he was training and teaching there for years. Of course as he hit puberty, he was the heartthrob of all fucking Orre -except in Pyrite where opinions matter- and his reputation spread like all his stupid groupies' legs. Far and wide, and probably with chlamydia. Anyway, it was about right as he hit 20 when shit hit the fan regarding Cipher and Shadow Pokemon and all that. And surprise, surprise, he couldn't do shit. Not only did yours truly have to save his stupid-ass city, but so did an even younger kid. Well done, Justin. You are obviously the savior Phenac deserves.
So the danger comes and goes -twice- without much help from him, no biggie. Life continued on as it normally did with their pretty limestone walls and babbling fountains. Boo. Plague happens, though, and once more, the town turns to their lavender-locked savior and once more, he failed miserably. Phenac was destroyed, just like the rest of Orre, and in his own optimistic stupidity, Justin tried to reclaim it. His Nosepass was lost in the fray, and while Justin believes it's still alive because he didn't see the killing blow, let's face it, the thing's dead. Anyway, now he's wandering around Pyrite, I hear. Good. Maybe he'll trip on something and die of hepatitis.
The note ends with a bust of Justy with the "J" marked out and replaced with a "B", and his face graffitied to look like a low-cost hooker.
|Appearance||Emaculately groomed, especially for the end of the world, Justy often fusses over his hair, skin and nails whenever he thinks no one is looking, and it seems to be working. Very healthy. As the panic swarmed over Phenac when the city was attacked, many of his loyal fans dropped supplies and gear at his door, hoping their celebrity would be able to stop the Plague. He still wears much of this expensive, durable gear today.|
|Religion||Arceus, converted from Groudon. Very devout.|
-Let them eat cake.
-Understands social cues well, but doesn't realize when his own words are condescending, demeaning, patronizing or passive-aggressive.
-Doesn't understand when people get mad when he does these things.
-Because he doesn't truly understand rarity, he simply assumes that whatever he does give away he'll magically get back somehow. So that misunderstanding of the world allows him to be kind, giving and altruistic.
-When someone proves themselves better than him, he doesn't understand it well, especially if they hail from outside Orre. While he never claimed that he was the best in the country, he feels that if he truly wanted it, he would be. When he actually tries and fails, then another succeeds, jealousy abounds.
-He's better than you. That's just a fact. And if there's something that you're better at, it's simply because he hadn't truly tried yet.
-Often puts too much trust in the capabilities of himself or his pokemon, putting himself and them into more trouble than usual
-Knows he's pretty, knows he has a nice voice. Uses these to his advantage, whether he's aware of it or not.
-While not completely silver-tongued, he does manage to worm his way out of things by his bumbling, endearing nature.
-Tries to be humble, but it doesn't last long.
-Because he's filled with unbruised pride.
-Should not be confused for "suave" because he's just not.
-Is both unafraid of, and unable to restrain, his emotions.
-Loves Orre with all his heart, and is fiercely loyal to its customs. Loathes Cipher and Snagem, as they destroyed his country long before the Epidemic did.
-Part of his endearing nature. He says what's on his mind without much filter, since everyone back in Phenac adored his words and heeded it like scripture.
-Doesn't believe in lies
-A bit gullible
-Fuck these guys
Wes and Rui-
-Cute redhead, but that guy is a Pyrite Snake.
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