Post by dani on Oct 23, 2007 8:54:31 GMT 10
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Legendary Montre
Gender:
Male
Race:
Pokemon -- Clone Absol
Age:
Three Months
Sexuality Preference:
Straight
Appearance:
Most of his body is covered in a thick, long white fur. The skin underneath is a jet black, which is uncommon among Absols. Maybe because he's overall uncommon, being a clone of an Absol. A medium-length part come out of his head, curved like a crescent moon. On his forehead, an oval area of skin is shown, slightly elevated from the rest of his head.
Montre has blood red eyes, like many other Absols. His paws are slightly big, and have three claws in front and one in the back - sort of like a cat in a way. Except bigger. A lot bigger. Montre is quite a bit skinny. I guess that's what happens when your locked in a dark room all day, but it certainly looks like he is underweight, when he is actually about the right size for an Absol. He looks as if the shadows are always surrounding him, yet when he uses night shade, only his outline is noticeable with his eyes. His tail is the same color as his skin - there's no fur around it. If you saw him in the shadows, would you think he was one?
Personality:
If you saw the shadows disappear, run now. For the Pokemon of darkness roams behind you, and is ready to show you the true him - a viscous, loyal Absol. He hopes one day to prove himself to Mewtwo to show he's not like any of the other clones. Sure, Mewtwo may be able to make a clone of every Pokemon known to man - well, except maybe Arceus - but Mewtwo might not be able to find one so loyal. Or maybe Mewtwo will. Oh well.
The only flaw in his cloning process was that instead of the inky blue fur, his was pitch black, which he considered to be for the better, sense it made him look more of a stand-out. I guess you could call him selfish for this - always thinking he was superior to others. Even a little over-ambitious.
History:
He was born like any other clone. The being transformed from one Pokemon and being thrust into some tube with a liquid - he didn't know what. When his eyes first opened, he felt as if the world was not right. He had looked around the pit and saw other Pokemon, their eyes still closed, some of them shooting open just as he had moments before.
Montre gave himself a name as there was no one to give it to him. After a few days into the tube, he saw Mewtwo for the first time, and idolized him. When he was finally released from the tube, he looked up to Mewtwo and knew what he must do to be able to get out of the room. He has since spent his life training with the other clones, trying to build up his strength to prove his worth.
Though, he had many questions surrounding his mind. Was there a world outside? Where did the other Pokemon come from? What was the world like outside, if there was one?
Best of all, who was it that he was transformed into?
Roleplay Sample:
The nightly moon gleamed above, though it was out of site for the Pokemon of darkness. Red eyes flashed through the crypt of night. The air was cold, yet the mat of fur kept Montre fairly warm. He glanced around, red eyes gleaming. The other Pokemon were still asleep. He growled. They shouldn't be sleeping when they must practice. "Absol!" He barked. When no response came, a growl rumbled from his voice as he slipped down into a crouch. His eyes grew bright as the shadows swarmed around his body. Within an instant the energy was released and the powerful night shade moved through the air. The sound of creaking rocks sounded, and he looked up, and escaped a falling stone from the ceiling before it was too late, landing gracefully on his paws. He shifted his head back to the Pokemon, seeing as the others began to open angry eyes at him. He snorted, before sitting down and staring back at them. He'd do anything to make sure they won - and if it meant no sleep, he'd take no rest.
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Level:
Thirty-Four [Admin Approved]
Attacks:
Night Shade, Bite, Sword Dance, Quick Attack
Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
how the devil himself could be pulled out of me, There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang...
It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
how the devil himself could be pulled out of me, There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang...
Lyrics of "Into the Night" by Santana/Chad Kroeger