|Silverish (Sil for short)|
|Age||24 (Adult in Human terms)|
|Species||#586 Sawsbuck/The Season Pokémon|
|Pokédex Entry||The plants growing on its horns change according to the season. The leaders of the herd possess magnificent horns.|
|Characteristic||Loves to eat|
|Moves|| -Horn Leech [Learned]|
-Faint Attack [Learned]
-Double Kick [Learned]
-Synthesis [Egg Move]
|History||Sil was born a few months before the epidemic hit in a homely ranch in the Unova region to a breeder of grass pokemon. The deerling's birth was actually not a sure thing; she was late in coming out and there were some complications in the birth itself. She was barely alive, and her parents, a leafeon and sawsbuck took as good care as they could. She survived and slowly began training with her parents, becoming stronger by the day.|
However, because of the complactions in the birth, she had an odd birth defect; she was always stuck in her winter coat and her colors were odd and muted. The breeder, at the sight of the odd fur, simply grinned and remarked to Sil's parents, "She's sort of silver... ish." And the name stuck ever since.
Then, the inevitable. Infected came and swarmed the small ranch, devouring and killing any who came across them. Her parents, in a last ditch effort to save their only daughter, hid her in a pantry and barricaded the door. Everyone else was slaughtered mercilessly, and once Sil had perfected her Double Kick hours later, came out of the pantry to see the horrible massacre.
Alone, young and somewhat naive, she had no idea what awaited her outside and thus wandered out, unsure of what else to do. There was nothing left for her at the ranch, nothing but gruesome sights and nauseating realizations. And so began her fight for survival.
It had been a tough time, traveling alone, but the young deerling eventually came upon a suave zebstrika, along with a few other survivors like herself. Though she butted heads with many of them, they were soon graced by a terrifying houndoom by the name of Hannibal, who took it upon himself to throw the entire group's minds into paranoia and chaos.
They kept the hound's company only for the fact that letting him loose was even more dangerous; despite the hound's sturdy muzzle, he proved himself to be quite the trickster. They continued on for a few days, living in perpetual fear and paranoia, hoping against hope that the muzzle's integrity would remain true. They fought against the plaguing undead, even getting herself to evolve into a shimmering sawsbuck. Each passing day, though, they traveled closer and closer to her own past until finally, they came across her own farm.
Hannibal had taken root in her mind, poking and prodding her frail confidence and security until she reached a breaking point, causing her to destroy her own home in a blind rage. She injured Cassius, the zebstrika, in the process, however, almost blinding him-- rendering her volatile emotions to nothing but guilt. There was little time to recover for any of them, though-- death had found them.
The battle with the ice demon is now naught but a blur. A red, horrible blur. But in all the chaos, in all the flying gore and gristle, Sil does remember two things clearly: Cassius, staring at her, bleeding, mortally wounded and crying for help... and her, running the opposite way. For the past year, she has wandered alone, trying to bury her guilt and grief, unsure what she would do if she ever ran across survivors again.
|Appearance||Her odd fur is a silvery sheen in the light, hence her name. It's accented with the snow white fur of her winter coat and green and brown accents. She walks with confidence when she's not too busy tripping over her own hooves. She owes much of her height to her large horns. She has large, expressive green eyes.|
|Personality||Quite tomboyish, Sil doesn't consider the fact that she's female to act any different. Headstrong, stubborn, and opinionated, it's odd that this strong pokemon is normally timid and softspoken. Strangers tend to quiet her, leaving her uncomfortable. When relaxed, she does have a wicked sense of humor. Her morals are there, though sometimes, she can't decipher through the grays of ethics. Leadership is a little intimidating, and therefore, she prefers to leave most big decisions to someone else. If there is no one to step up, she'll take responsibility.|
|User Notes|| Prefers to go by “Sil” rather than her full name|
A little sensitive of her defects
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