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Legendary Descriptions: Here

More legendary descriptions: Here - WIP


Characters & Claimed Legendaries:

Sarnor - Lycanroc - Lunala - @/DeathDino

Elkin - Sawsbuck - Shaymin - @/Deathdino

Azael - Zoroark - Darkrai - @/Eclectic

Xavier - Garchomp - Rayquaza - @/Eclectic

Nova - Pumpkaboo - Necrozma - @/Eclectic

Iziah "Izzy" - Duskull - Marshadow - @/SoulLugia11

Ishi-Ni - Ninetales - Lugia - @/SoulLugia11

Maximus "Max" - Absol - Yveltal - @/SoulLugia11

Laslow - Golurk - Giratina - @/DetectiveMetta

Gray/Garb - Hawlucha - Victini - @/DetectiveMetta

Viridia & Crysalla - Leafeon and Glaceon - Latios & Latias - @/Strawbcream

[font=Garamond][size=4][b]Name:[/b] Sarnor [b]Gender:[/b] Agender - It/they/them [b]Age:[/b] Young Adult [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/405459264241664010/415685336652578816/image.jpg[/img] - [i]Species:[/i] Lycanroc (Shiny) - [i]Height:[/i] 11'0" - [i]Body Figure:[/i] Slender, but muscular. Curvaceous and feminine but their masculinity and other traits give them a slightly manly physique. *Missing right eye! - [i]Clothing:[/i] Sarnor wears limited clothing like harnesses and tribal regalia, though sometimes dons raiments that are cheap and would at least last them a good while before their next transformation. It is not uncommon for them to have their mane braided with moon and star beads or feathers, and they usually wear bands across their arms and legs with small stones engraved with swirls and teeth in pouches. Often has a belt with two sheathed daggers on either side of them, the hilts bearing small blue lanterns on the end. [b]Backstory:[/b] The lycanroc keeps their past buried beneath those sharp jaws rowed with canines. Under lock and key. The secrets within, should one pry them out of the beast's maw, are believed to be disturbing yet infatuating. The fact that their history has gone pretty much undocumented, with hardly one or two others knowing the plain basics of it, makes it unnervingly curious. Sarnor has kept elusive when it comes down to their backstory, and it may just yet be revealed. [b]Personality:[/b] Sarnor is a quiet, calm creature though analytical. One might even say critically saddened. While they keep their own person intensely hidden, they have an overwhelming desire to find out everything about everyone should they prove to make them inquisitive - and if such information might be seen as important to them. They enjoy revealing secrets though they are most likely to keep them safe and sound anyway, rather than spilling the private lives of others. Sometimes, finding secrets proves its worth in more ways than one. They're a serene Pokemon - unable to break under harsh pressure and the most severe of feelings. They keep calm, nearly relaxed, though they are always on guard and prepared for anything. Horrible things that would usually incite fear, grief, disgust or anything along those lines.. usually doesn't phase Sarnor at all. Being peaceful also has its perks in amusement, angering those who can't get past their nature or destroy their patience. With this they prefer to act with mental courage rather than physical, sorting things out with words rather than breaking into a fight which would be much easier. Not to mention Sarnor is almost unpleasantly hard to read. Their emotions are kept under the same elusiveness as their past, and nobody can really tell what they're thinking. Hints lie here and there, mostly body language, or the core of their voice. Wagging tail, perked ears, maybe the rarest hint of a blush upon their snowy white cheeks. They're persistent and loyal, sticking firmly to their beliefs, but remaining incredibly open-minded. However they would never abandon the legendary they are disciple of, and do as she commands often without question. Their intrusive actions prove to be purely of good will - most of the time. They do not approve of their own failures and will make up as best they can, leading them to be vigorous when carrying out anything of dire impertinence to them. This has led them down unhealthy roads but in the end their successfulness has kept them unworried. While feral in many ways, the intimidating lycanroc has a certain majestic mystique to them. Graceful, perhaps beautiful, but beastly. [b]Disciple of whom and why:[/b] Lunala - With supposedly no one else taking on the tasks, Sarnor has pridefully given their life to the legendary to uphold the moon. Being loyal to Lunala has given them something to live for, and they believe that becoming one with the night to serve her may prove better for their uncanny shapeshifting. More control over their bestial Midnight form that is more like a werewolf, slaughtering innocent 'mon and creating havoc. Not to mention that the balance between night and day is something important to keep, and if the moon were to be lost it could create more devastation than their Midnight form does. [b]Other:[/b] Their form matches the time of day. Midday for day, Dusk for dusk, and Midnight during the later hours of the night.

[font=Garamond][size=4][b]Name:[/b] Elkin Bearington [b]Gender:[/b] Male - He/Him [b]Age:[/b] 12 [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/405459264241664010/415685336652578816/image.jpg[/img] - [i]Species:[/i] Sawsbuck - [i]Height:[/i] 4'8" - Still growing! - [i]Body Figure:[/i] Lithe, slightly muscular. Has an Ursaring paw mark on his right shoulder, a gold color~ - [i]Clothing:[/i] Elkin wears mostly fancy blouses of saturated colors, browns, blacks, greys, a little bit of gold here and there. Maybe orange. Otherwise he has a set of armor like [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/345367286959439887/408614456726388736/pic.png]this[/url]. Of course he seems like the type of urchin boy that wouldn't be able to afford this type of clothing, so one could question how he acquired such gear. He always has a bow and quiver on his person, just incase.. [b]Backstory:[/b] The young Sawsbuck is not a very important child. In fact his history, too, has gone mostly unnoticed. The closest was the arrest of his parents and him being sent off to the orphanage, where he was prone to being forced into ads and other things about illegal child abuse, which is what he cruelly suffered at the hands of. Though the publicizing subtly revealing his life, he was never really remembered for appearing in those photos or commercials. Once his wounds had mostly healed he was no longer the target for those who aimed to make a profit off of his torment. He was never adopted from the orphanage because of his age and his horrible cautiousness towards adults. He was always too afraid to do interviews, despite interest in him for being a "good boy." He has remained scarred from his former family and it shines through when pairs come to the orphanage seeking to take a child. Strangers.. he was just not good with. He was the target of bullying every now and then though because of his immunity and incredible kindness, eventually the attention had once more left him. And soon his friends had also taken their focus from him to their new parents. Eventually he left the orphanage to pursue.. well, something. Anything. He just wanted to get out of there and do something useful with his life. He signed himself up for a combat unit, and steeled himself as to appear more mature to fit in with the militia he had joined. However it proved useless when eventually he was found out, though the further trauma he'd endured during battles, physically and mentally had left him even more scarred. Leaving the unit he had found himself purposeless once more, however this time he had just about nowhere to go. He couldn't afford school, having severed ties with any and all of his family after what had happened and leaving the orphanage, so he educated himself. I mean, why not have a school day doing whatever you wanted to do? And he did just that, while in the meantime having found himself a use under Shaymin's command. Whilst busying himself with tasks the legendary gave him, and training himself to be far better educated than he could in actual school, he had found an appreciation for many other Pokemon. He befriended a great Ursaring named Ursot (creative I know-) and the two were best pals for the longest time, but poor old Ursot perished one day. As all must. Elkin was never really satisfied with himself after that, for Ursot was probably his only friend and he had nowhere else to go. Now, he's mostly alone, continuing what he had set out to do when he first chose Shaymin. [b]Personality:[/b] Despite having lost his innocence, in more ways than one, Elkin has a certain cute sense of naivety about him. He's still childish as he should be, enjoying playing with toys and playing games. The only thing remotely worrying is his phobia of water and fear of adults - he's gotten a little better with strangers, depending on the age. Sometimes he looks to be suffering under depression, finding the loss of the only people who might truly love him devastating. Though, he is quick to hide his negative feelings with his compassion and kindness. He has gentleman manners and acts courteously, though sometimes his desire to make mischief gets the better of him. When he is not being the nicest guy around he is pulling pranks and having fun. Not to say he doesn't have "fun" being around other people and socializing, which is what he does best. He probably couldn't live without having any friends, and he holds best friends extremely close. Despite the youngling's own appreciation for being youthful, he's quick to prove his capabilities in other areas. Combat, technology, hunting, and other things he's found interesting enough to pass his time with while waiting to leave the orphanage. [b]Disciple of whom and why:[/b] Shaymin - What better way to lead a good life than being nice to everyone, no matter how horrible they might be? Shaymin is the legendary of Gratitude - and thus Elkin was taken under the wing of the Pokemon to keep spreading kindness and thankfulness for still being alive. Who knows what might have happened if the authorities hadn't gotten involved with his family - he must be grateful that the torment ended sooner or later. And other people should be grateful, too. Not to mention being given an actual purpose makes him feel like he will have a better role in the world and something to keep pushing him forward. [b]Other:[/b] His form changes upon seasons. Cherry blossoms for spring, greenery for summer, bushy red leaves for autumn, and a fluffy coat and blank snowy antlers for winter.

Name: Iziah "Izzy" Gender: Male Age: 11 Appearance: [img]https://i.imgur.com/cA65QwP.png[/img] Species: Duskull Height: 4'7" Body Figure: Thin and a bit puny. Backstory: Izzy came from a tribe consisting of many Ghost-type Pokemon, most of whom followed Darkrai and persecuted those who did not. However, his family was different. They didn't follow a single Legendary Pokemon. They only believed in their own concepts of the world, not someone else's. Even so, Izzy himself was different from his family and the tribe. He followed a Legendary Pokemon, however, instead of Darkrai, he took to admiring Marshadow. He loved how adorable it was, as well as how powerful it was, being a Legendary Pokemon of course. He just loved the concept of adorable Pokemon being able to hold their own against bigger, scarier Pokemon, and to this day, he believes that one day, he will be just like Marshadow; cute, but able to kick a** and take names. However, things didn't end so well for him and his family. They had to keep their beliefs a secret for a long time, and there was no way they would've survived if they had just left the tribe. They were eventually found out, however, Izzy offered himself up to take the place of his family in prison to spare them. His plan succeeded, and he ended up being arrested, however, his family was exiled from the tribe, and he never saw them again. He wasn't killed right away; he was actually tortured over the course of the next two months by the more sadistic guards. However, he made his escape before he could actually be executed, tumbling into the harsh wilderness of the dark forest his tribe had settled in. He had to trek through the forest for days, only surviving on his own. While he was out there, he hid from everything. It didn't matter what Pokemon came across him; he always hid in terror. One day, he accidentally wandered into the territory of a group of Galvantula, and was trapped in a web before he could escape, electrocuted multiple times. This resulted in him blacking out and somehow losing his memory. A kindly Shiny Ninetales named Ishi-Ni had rescued and taken him in, especially after he told her that he didn't remember anything before being thrown into a prison cell, including the reason he was in there to begin with. He remembered waking up with a cloth, a flute and a rock in his pockets; a Reaper's Cloth, a black flute, and a used Everstone. He didn't understand his new fear of Electric types that had surfaced, nor did he know where he came from and who his true family was. It took him a while to get used to being cared for by a different species of Pokemon, and while Ishi-Ni believed in a different Legendary Pokemon, he would always follow Marshadow. He is also determined to figure out who his family was, if they are still alive, and why he ended up with little to no memory to speak of. Even still, he remains close to Ishi-Ni, and sees her as a mother figure. Personality: Izzy is youthful and has a child-like spirit, always interested in trying new things. He isn't a follower when it comes to opinions; most of the time, he is too stubborn to change his own opinion. He can come across as a bit too childish for his age at times, which is honestly saying a lot; he is certainly excitable and isn't the smartest of them all (in fact, he is naive to a lot of things), but at the same time, he knows when to be quiet and observant. He isn't as easy to fool as one would think, and he is perfectly capable of reading one's emotions through their posture, expression and tone. He loves to be of use, and is always thoroughly disappointed in himself when he isn't. He doesn't see himself as weak most of the time; just a fledgling, learning to become stronger, despite the fact that he doesn't want to evolve beyond a Duskull. Though, sometimes, his belief about himself will slip a bit, and he will temporarily lose faith in his capabilities. He is generally emotional, unable to hide his feelings most, if not all, of the time. Despite being a Ghost type himself, he can still get scared. He doesn't scare quite easily, but at the same time, he isn't brave all of the time. But his bravery will outshine all of his other emotions and feelings when he needs it the most. He will take action if he sees a friend in trouble, though, and stick up for them when they need it. He loves making friends, as well as keeping people company in general. That doesn't mean he doesn't ever want to be alone. As much as he loves spending time with people, he sometimes acts shy around strangers (depending on the stranger), even seeking time to himself if he doesn't feel like talking to anyone, trying to hide in the shadows to conceal himself. Once he can open up to you, then he will start to show more of himself. His clumsiness can get him into trouble at times, and when he does get into trouble, he is always at least somewhat sorry for it, even if he thinks his actions were justified. Disciple of whom and why: Izzy is the Disciple of Marshadow. His old tribe worshiped Giratina, but Izzy likes Marshadow more because he finds it adorable. Yes. Well, that and he finds it more elusive and interesting. Like Marshadow, he wishes to be elusive as well, just so he doesn't have to be like every other Duskull out there. He thinks he can be like it one day; cute, but strong enough to potentially beat larger threats. Other (weapons perhaps): [LIST] [*]He often clasps his hands behind his back, sometimes even rocking back and forth. [*]He used to carry an Everstone around while considering evolution, but has since used it and left it behind, thus, he cannot evolve (think the anime Everstone, like what it did to Dawn's Piplup). [*]He can float off of the ground thanks to his Ghost typing. However, unlike other Duskull, he cannot make himself invisible or phase through most solid objects; in fact, he can only phase through things that are in front of him (for example, he cannot phase through a chair he is sitting on, or a web he is trapped in). [*]Unlike other Duskull, he does NOT enjoy the crying of children. In fact, he hates it. [*]He sounds a bit younger than he actually is. [*]He can eat, but he doesn't like eating in front of others. He will usually turn his back or take his food elsewhere. [*]His red eye glows whenever he is upset. [*]He carries a Reaper's Cloth and black flute, and is great at playing said flute. [*]Despite having been tortured for a long period of time in the past, he doesn't have any visible scars; not even a single crack on his face. [*]"Sheesh" appears in his speech when he is shocked or perplexed by something. [*]He has nightmares almost every night, mainly revolving around the torture sessions he had to endure. [/LIST] ------------------------------- Name: Ishi-Ni Gender: Female Age: 25 (actual age is 250; Ninetales are said to live 1000 years) Appearance: [img]https://i.imgur.com/nid3JKn.png[/img] Species: Shiny Ninetales Height: 5'10" Body Figure: Slender and attractive. Backstory: Ishi-Ni grew up in a clan full of Ninetales and Vulpix. She neighbored another clan full of the same species, however, that one consisted of the Alolan forms. The other clan followed Rayquaza, while her clan worshiped Ho-Oh, and their kindly, life-preserving demeanors worked their way into her core personality. However, she wanted to worship Lugia. Something about the serenity of Lugia's decision to dwell underneath the deep abyss of the ocean appealed to her. She found herself wanting to do the same; even though she liked helping others, she wanted to keep to herself even more, just observing the world while enjoying the peace and quiet around her. Her parents surprisingly respected her beliefs once she finally opened up to them about it, and she was allowed to set off on her own at an early age. She was taken advantage of a few times, even encountering a female Houndoom named Alima who was attracted to her, which led to the two falling in love. While Alima was kind and loving at first, she eventually became possessive of the shiny Ninetales. Ishi-Ni eventually had to leave her love life behind, forced to fight her way out of Alima's possessive hold one night. Before coming across the child she grew to love and care for, she lived her life alone. But one day, she found a wounded, unconscious Duskull, and decided to care for him. She was saddened by what he eventually told her, about how he couldn't remember anything before being thrown into a prison cell for months. From that point on, she raised him as her own, sometimes reminded of the possibilities that previously existed when she was with Alima. They could've adopted a child and raised one together, but that didn't happen. Personality: Ishi-Ni is a gentle soul, kind to others, even if they aren't kind to her. She is calm and open-minded, accepting other opinions as long as they aren't being forced onto her (or, you know, as long as they aren't morbid). She rarely, if ever, gets angry. However, she does have the possibility of getting close to that, as she can't stand to let Izzy come to harm. After all, she does know of the suffering he was put through in the past, from what he could remember, and she never wants him to go through that again. She can also be surprisingly vengeful, though, it isn't so surprising for her species. She is very observant and alert, especially when no one is interacting with her. Despite her almost pacifistic demeanor, she is perfectly capable of holding her own in combat; her fighting style is more like dancing than fighting. She knows her own weaknesses and strengths, using them to her advantage. She is intelligent, as most Ninetales are. However, she often goes into detailed explanations instead of being blunt and getting to the point. She doesn't like talking about the topic of love. Disciple of whom and why: Ishi-Ni is the Disciple of Lugia. Even though her old clan worshiped Ho-Oh, she found Lugia more interesting, in the sense that it spends most of its time alone underneath the sea. She herself enjoys being surrounded by silence, allowing her to meditate and retain a calm demeanor (despite the fact that she can't really breathe underwater). Other (weapons perhaps): [LIST] [*]She carries a Shell Bell around, ringing it every so often; she mainly does this to get the attention of others. [*]She loves Oran and Cheri Berries. [*]She loves to meditate and dance, especially whenever she hears Izzy playing his flute. Her favorite song is Lugia's song, which she taught Izzy to play. [*]She can generate blue flames, however, she cannot hurt anyone with them, or even throw a single one at anyone. [*]Despite being a Fire-type Pokemon, she is perfectly capable of swimming. [*]As well as meditation and dancing, she also loves to read. [/LIST] --------------------------- Name: Maximus "Max" Gender: Male Age: 18 Appearance: [img]https://i.imgur.com/IgnQ8d7.png[/img] Species: Absol Height: 6'4" Body Figure: Slim and slender. Backstory: Max never knew his parents; he was abandoned by them as a young child, found by his uncle. He was horribly mistreated by his uncle, who was trying to convince him to help him extend his lifespan. That was what his uncle had always wanted; to live for thousands of years, perhaps forever. But even at a young age, Max didn't believe in such an imbalance. He always associated that goal with selfish people. He tried to run away, but was quickly subdued and brought back. He was determined to punish his uncle for his motivation, and he almost lost an eye doing it. He managed to gain an advantage over his uncle when he fought him, calling upon a nearby group, all of whom worshiped Yveltal. They had his uncle punished, and he was allowed to run free on his own; he was offered a position in that group, but he denied it, saying he was better off alone, despite his inner mind begging for companionship. He spent the rest of his life punishing those with even the slightest intentions of extending their life span, but none of them were punished with death. He follows Yveltal to the bitter end. Personality: Max is generally quiet and observant, as well as calculating. He knows each type advantage and disadvantage, and sometimes, he will even advise others on those advantages and disadvantages. He calls himself a loner, yet he appreciates company most of the time. Being quiet, he is also stealthy, able to keep a cool head in stressful situations. Despite his cool head, he can sometimes become flustered, and even goes on tangents at times. Other than those tangents, he is usually blunt, preferring to get straight to the point. He is courageous and tough, priding himself with having a high pain tolerance. He is good at hiding his true emotions, but it doesn't always work. He isn't perfect at it, after all. He wants to have companions and friends, but for whatever reason, he doesn't feel like he deserves it. He is fine with sharing his opinions, and is apt to keep them, giving him a stubborn side. He can also be sarcastic at times. Disciple of whom and why: Max is the Disciple of Yveltal. He believes that destruction and chaos is necessary to balance out creation and life, and wishes to understand the darker side of that balance. Plus, he doesn't appreciate those who wish to extend their lifespans beyond what they are meant to be. Other (weapons perhaps): [LIST] [*]He carries mini throwing sickles around (think ninja stars, but in the shape of scythe blades). [*]He sometimes wears shades, especially in sunny weather. [*]He carries a blue scarf around, however, he doesn't wear it normally. He has an advanced sense of smell, and to help this, he ties the scarf around his head, over his eyes, so that one of his senses is dulled while the others are enhanced. He also does this when he needs to focus on listening. [*]He has a stutter, and can rarely ever complete more than a few sentences without stuttering at least once. [/LIST]

Name: Azael “Az” (no one called him that for a long though and he doesn’t let anyone call him that anymore) Gender: Demiboy - He/Them Age: 21 Appearance: [img]https://i.imgur.com/eerE8lo.jpg[/img] (Some words too) Azael is a Zoroark, and is around 6ft tall. He has silver fur covering most of his body, with dark grey tufts on his chest and also ones on his forearms like fur gloves. His claws stick out of the fur, and are all red that blends into a magenta on the bases. Red tufts tip the edges of his “fur glove”, and his mane is red with dark grey tips. Instead of one he has two beads tying his mane together, the one higher being black and the one lower being silver. His eyes are a startling electric blue that stands out against the rest of his color schemes, and has a scar over his right eye. He wears a simple leather choker around his neck with two white teeth ringed on that he never takes off even as it seems to bring sorrow to him when mentioned. The two doesn’t seem to come from the same being, or even the species. Due to his fur on his chest, he can’t really wear any “normal” shirts etc. etc. without looking awkward. Instead he has tight leather bindings around his stomach and wears baggy short black pants that lets him still run barefoot. His main, eye highlight, and claw colors gives him a slightly feminine air. Backstory: No one’s sure exactly where he came from, no one’s sure why he went down the path he did. He is disowned from his family as he went down the dark path of darkness. Most who meet him assumes that he is evil and only wants destruction and pain, so with time he becomes lonely. He claims to see what others don’t see in fear and nightmares, and his backstory makes the at first glance monstrous claim more sensible. He’s been through more than one can imagine someone his age go through. As most do not approach him, his history is hidden beneath the darkness he created for himself. Perhaps light is not the only way to discover the secrets . . . Personality: He is secretive and distrustful, prefering to keep to himself often. It’s more out of fear of being shunned out than anything. To get to trust you can reveal someone who is sarcastic and kind, someone who is loyal and isn’t afraid to defend whoever he finds important. Bu that someone, is also guided by the thought that “Pain will toughen one, until they feel no pain”. Hence why, he followed down the path of the Warrior of the Night, for others to see how he sees pain and fear. The only fear is fear itself and he believes pain will only make one stronger. A twisted way with a good intention. Azael is extremely protective of anything that is of importance to him, and is stubborn in changing his core moral as it is somewhat ironed into his mind. When he brings pain upon someone it feels as if the same harm had been brought upon himself, but he is persistent enough to not stop. The being he once was hardened into something harder and colder by pain. Despite this, he is patient and doesn’t “enjoy” bring other suffering. He knows that it makes him hated, and he knows that he will most likely never get to enjoy the joy of life due to this, but does it anyways. Some might say that he’s selfless, some might still say he’s a sadist. Subconsciously he is still harmed by the burdens he bear, and yet consciously he’s numb towards most things inflicted upon him. Disciple of whom and why: Darkrai-Warrior of the Night For he believes the pain he brings will strength those who he brings upon the sufferings, and for such he follows the dark path. There was a strange sense of familiarity to him that he feels from the legendary, a sense of being misunderstood for who they’re. Only if there’s darkness will light finally be forced to appear . . . If there is no villain there is no hero. Other (weapons perhaps): -Knows Xavier as a childhood friend/rival -Carnivorous (Do not force him to eat a berry it never goes well-) -Carries around a life orb Name: Xavier Gender: Male- He/Him Age: 20 Appearance:[img]https://i.imgur.com/Q23PqUo.jpg[/img] He’s a shiny garchomp, though most don’t notice that as the colors are extremely similar. Is around 6ft 2in and has a lean but strong build. He has a dorsal thin on his back, along with one on each forearm and a tail that has a tail fin. Most of his body is darker shade of blue than most garchomps, with a greyish feel. His underbelly is mostly orange, and has a yellow triangle like shape at his stomach. He wears a traditional but simple outfit that consists of a navy vest, a thick black rope that tightens the middle which is a lighter shade of blue. A sort of skirt like structure is under that, with plates of black armor surrounding the area. He wears black leggings underneath those, and a black katana is strung on his side. His eyes are like light bulbs with their bright yellow shade and slit like pupil. There are two notches on his dorsal fin. A sharp claw on the backs of his hands that acts like daggers. (Think wolverine, but with only one claw that starts from the center of the back of the hand, and is shaped and as large as a “normal” garchomp) Backstory: He grew up with one dream and that is to say the skies. Living with a group garchomps and their lower evolutions, he worked harder than any other of his siblings and peers to evolve. It was mostly a simple life, and he remembers that the group was in good relationship with a nearby group of Zoroark and Zorua. There was a zorua there that he was great friends with, in a rivalry like state. Despite being taller than the other pretty much always, they found perhaps what they each needed all along- at least that’s what Xavier thinks. Sometimes he would wonder if the other was hiding things from him, but didn’t want to bother his friend and kept silent about subtle signs the other is showing.They would compete to see who can do better in basically everything, and things were good this way. Things were simple this way. In the end, the zorua just seems to not be able to evolve, but it doesn’t seem to bother the other, at least to Xavier. Not even when Xavier himself evolved eventually into a Garchomp before all others of his similar age. He’d only been better friends, and they would do everything together. He’d never thought about what the other exactly thought, and just took it for granted that the zorua seems to be fine cheering on the sideline for his friend. Yet he didn’t forget his first dream either. To fly. He’s at the closest stage he can be at to fly, but Garchomps at best can only glide. He means real flying, to be able to move in the air as if he is within the waters. There was a year of frustration, but he never gives it up. But no matter how hard he does things physics keeps him down and he can at most glide farther than most. Those around him told him that is all he can hope for, and he should take it for granted to be able to even glide that far. But he didn’t care. The tribes he lived with were mainly reclusive, living in an area blocked off from the rest of the world. Hence, they welcomed whatever stranger who wondered upon their grove, which also had several other pokemon groups. None of them really followed a single legendary, to prevent fights between the different pokemon tribes. In fact, it was almost a taboo to do such things, and worship along with being a deciple is something you’re looked down upon. That didn’t stop him from doing anything, and he means anything to fly. To be given a chance to be the disciple of Rayquaza just could mean the solution, to finally touch his dream. Even if it means he had to leave the safe haven and achieve his dream. Yet around the same time he became a disciple the zorua who had always been there for him disappeared . . . Personality: He is bright, and very deternmined when doing what he wants do and to get what he wants .A hard worker, he will strive to be the best and though isn’t over pride, is still very proud of what he had managed to achieve so far. The dream to fly is almost implanted in his mind, and it drives him like nothing else. Xavier can however, sometimes be a bit oblivious to how to deal with other beings. A bit more on the reclusive side, he talks a lot and is an extrovert around those he feels he knows, but a quiet deadly kind around strangers. Generally very calm and positive, he believes there is always a third way to things and there is another way other than two. Balance is important, and he is still trying to learn more about who he is and Rayquaza. Kind of naive in some aspects, though still enjoys teasing people and such. Disciple of whom and why: Rayquaza-Ruler Of the Skies He became a deciple of the ruler of the skies as he wanted to finally achieve his dream of flying, and have a balance over both land (he has feet) water (can swim like a shark) and air. Believes that Kyogre and Groudon both needs to be stopped from them trying to expand both areas as to him as a garchomp, he is on both sides and cannot pick one. Hence, he picked the third way. Other (weapons perhaps): -Wields a silver katana with a black sheath -Powerful jaw -Loves it when people actually notices his colors are a bit off from a normal Garchomp -He still has a tooth from the Zorua that fell off one day in a hidden place -OCC note wise, he doesn’t recognize Azael

Name: Laslow Gender: Golurk's are genderless, but Laslow likes to use male pronouns. Age: 33 Appearance: [img]https://imgur.com/VfkpQeS.png[/img] Laslow stands at a colossal height of 9'02". (Based upon the height figures given for Golurk according to the games). He tends to wear outfits which are very minimal and basic - he doesn't care much for flashy or showy outfits, since he finds them a little too 'loud' for his tastes. While he doesn't really like to accessorise, he's always willing to make an exception for a badge or two. Backstory: From a young age, Laslow learn how cruel some people could be. As a young adult, he was often naïve and gullible, and would tend to believe whatever he was told and would follow whoever claimed to be his friend. This was what lead to a rather unfortunate situation - Once day, he had simply been walking home when he was approached by an individual, claiming to be a friend of his family and offering to take him home. Not knowing any better, he had agreed, but soon found himself kidnapped and forced to work for the group of which his kidnapper worked with. He would often be expected to do whatever task they provided to him - Ranging from things like cleaning the 'hideout' of the group, to assisting them with things like robberies. While he had tried to escape once on his own, the attempt was thwarted and he was punished for trying so. The only reason he had managed to escape was due to a robbery gone wrong, where the group were caught in the act. It was no accident that things went sour - Laslow intentionally caused it to do so, with the hope it would give him a chance to get out of this lifestyle. With it being known that Laslow was taken and was forced, he was pardoned - However, it had been years since he was taken and wanted to experience what he had missed and to embrace what was taken from him for so long, and so decided to travel. He ended up discovering the way of the legendary pokemon Giratina after staying in a small town. He had heard stories from other locals about the pokemon, about how Giratina represented an unrestrained life. With the past he had, Laslow resonated with the legendary and the stories of the legendary pokemon - and with help from the locals who knew about the legendary's way, begun to study and train himself to become a disciple of Giratina. He now travels from place to place, helping people with their problems and trying to help bring a positive change to the world. Personality: Laslow is the epitome of the term "gentle giant". While his stature and overall presence at a glance may make him seem intimidating to some, in reality his true nature is the opposite. He is a complete softie, and absolutely loves the presence of other individuals around him. When he is able to, he often tries his hardest to meet new people and make new friends, while also trying to help them to the best of his ability with whatever issues they have - Whether it is something simple, like simply locating a lost item, or something more time-consuming such as escorting an individual to another location. He does have hesitance around new people however - While he does try to befriend people, he doesn't immediately trust them and observes them until he can say with certainty if they are a good person or not. Even so, Laslow still manages to seem positive around strangers simply out of consideration. He values manners to a high degree, and tries to treat everyone he meets as equal and with the highest respect. While he does have a decent amount of strength under his belt, he doesn't like to utilise it unless he absolutely must - He doesn't have a high opinion of unneeded violence, and certainly isn't a fan of people who use force to try and have their own way with others. If he sees an individual doing so, he won't use brute force to stop them - He would rather try to restrain a person first, to ensure the minimum amount of damage in a general sense. Even if he was challenged to a battle, he would try to find a peaceful alternative before actually entering conflict. There are few things which can provoke him enough to make him aggressive, such as hurting somebody who he's made a connection to - although even so, after the fact he would feel remorseful about hurting someone else. Even with his peaceful nature however, he holds no problem with hurting people who try to control or supress other individuals, and especially himself. He would rather put others before himself, and would gladly put himself on the line if it means being able to assist a larger group of people. Disciple of whom and why: Laslow is a disciple of Giratina. He follows Giratina's way for a number of reasons, but his main reason for doing so is to be able to help other people avoid the things he had to endure, and to help those who are suffering get the escape he managed to. No matter what, Laslow wants to try and bring equality to the world, step by step, in order to try and one day help shape a world where individuals can be truly free. Other: [LIST] [*]He carries around spares of his badges with him wherever he goes, in case he ever needs to replace his own or if he wants to give one to someone else as a gesture of goodwill. [*]Due to his past, he has a fear of enclosed spaces and becomes a lot more nervous when one is even suggested. [*]He finds berry-picking a relaxing hobby, even if he sometimes ends up accidently squashing them. 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Name: Gray, but prefers to go by "Garb" (He finds Garb much less dull a name than Gray.) Gender: Male Age: 22 Appearance: [img]https://i.imgur.com/zTsSCM1.png[/img] Garb is pretty short, considering his age - He stands at around 5'3", and is well-built due to the training and fights he puts himself through. He tries to always be dressed ready for a fight - Meaning that he often runs around in wrestling shorts and wristbands (simply due to that being what he thinks fighters wear). He doesn't really like to wear shirts unless he must, since he likes to show off the fruits of his labour - but when he has to, he'll typically just wear a vest. He carries on him a pair of sunglasses additionally, simply because he thinks that might look him cooler. He can often be see with small cuts and bruises from his fights, although he has no permanent injuries. Backstory: Garb, even as a younger child, loved to fight other people. Of course, a younger Garb didn't actually fight people seriously - It was more playfighting with other children in his area. It didn't matter where he was, if he had the opportunity to fight someone he would. He didn't have much else to do though - His family weren't well-off, and so in order to try and distract himself from his boredom, he would fight. While his parents were worried that a younger Garb wouldn't grow out of it, they never really talked to him about it due to a lack of interest - And so, as he grew up, he fought more and more. Of course, as he grew playfighting grew to actual fighting, and as such he would often find himself in trouble for doing so. While he had a fondness for doing it, due to the fact it was a staple for him over the years, he hadn't found a conduit for his love - Until he discovered Victini's path. He immediately adored the legendary, with it being a strong fighter despite it's stature and for it being as victorious as it is. He begun to follow Victini at the age of 13 - And, at 15, begun to channel his love of fighting and his belief into a more acceptable nature. He begun to get into professional fighting - He would participate in matches against others to both help exert his love, and to help try and gain Victini's favour. As he won more fights, he began to become more notorious in the fighting industry, and is notable for taking any challengers no matter what type of fighter they are. Personality: Garb constantly strives to be better than he actually is, and pushes himself hard in order to keep pushing his own limits. Once he has a goal in mind, he's not likely to let it drop - He'll keep pushing at that goal and will do whatever it takes in order to achieve it even if at times the things he does aren't the most honorable things to do. He can be slightly hot-headed at times, which has landed him in trouble in the past - If you threaten him, or even remotely try to suggest the idea of a conflict with him and he hears it he will fight you. Even if you're joking around when you say "fight me" - he will take that as a challenge. After all, Garb doesn't tolerate people who talk big, but have nothing to show for it. As much of a bold and tricky fighter he is though, he wouldn't kick someone while they're down and does stop when he knows something is over. He values strength highly - Not simple physically, but mentally as well. An individual must be both to be truly strong - Something that Garb often thinks, while also acknowledging the fact that in terms of his mentality he isn't at the level he truly wishes to be. He can be a tad vain at times, and if given the time of day will be an absolute showman of the strength and skill he's worked hard to obtain. He doesn't always do it simply to show off - He often does it to show people that hard work and dedication does produce results. While he may seem like a jerk due to how aggressive and ridiculous he can be, deep down he simply wants to inspire people to put their minds to doing what they care about most and succeeding at it. He does worry when people push themselves too far however, and will step in when he sees someone who's at their limit. If he sees someone worse off than him or finds someone with a dream but no way to make it real, he'll try to help them by giving them some of the money he makes from his fights with the hopes it can benefit them. Despite all his bravado he airs, he does it as a front to hide his own weaknesses - specifically, his fear of being alone and disappointing others. Disciple of whom and why: Garb is a disciple of Victini, for one real reason - His passion to fight and come out on top. With how much he loves to fight and battle other pokemon for both fun and sport, he sees the victory and strength which Victini has as a goal for him to aspire to and hopes he can one day truly comprehend the strength and skill of the legendary pokemon. Other: [LIST] [*]A big fan of other pokemon known for their fighting, such as Sawk and Machamp. [*]Only lets people he likes call him Gray. It's also his least favourite colour. [/LIST]

(note:decided to combine my two characters into one form, since both story's are intertwined. sorry if its a bit short) [b]Name:[/b] Viridia (Left) and Crysalla (Right) [b]Gender:[/b] Female (sisters) [b]Age:[/b] 18 and 19 (respectively) [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Gl8XNHom.jpg[/img] [b]Backstory:[/b] The two grew up together in the same quiet village, where no one had to follow anyone. They were treated well, spending their days under the warm sun and in the grassy meadows. They did everything together; playing, napping, and going to a small school down the road. It was a leisurely life, but as they grew older they wished for something more. They wanted to see beyond those grassy meadows, beyond those neat rows of homes and shops. But they kept it quiet. Both knew that they couldn’t take what they have for granted, and kept living a peaceful life with their family. Years later, when the girls hit their teens, they finally worked up the courage to say they wanted to leave. After countless times begging their parents, they were granted permission to go out and see the world, on the condition they would find someone to look after them. Saying their goodbyes, the two young Eevees, not yet having the names Viridia and Crysalla, left home for the very first time. Wandering the world, exploring caves, climbing mountains, and crossing oceans, they saw what they could never see from the windows of their home. However, tensions grew. Like any extended period of time seeing just one person, the two sisters fought. It grew so bad that one day, the older Eevee took off on her own, leaving her younger sibling behind. And this is where their paths diverge. Viridia: Saddened by being left alone by her older sister, the younger Eevee, choosing to explore the expansive forests, came across a large rock in a clearing, covered entirely in moss. Tentatively touching it, she grew taller, with leaves growing out of her head, chest, and limbs. Her tail turned flat and leaflike. She had evolved into a Leafeon. Seeing her old name didn’t quite fit her now, she tagged herself a new name, Viridia. Shortly after evolving, she is summoned by none other than Arceus itself. Hearing his plea, she accepts. She has never been a disciple to anyone, but she agrees to follow the wandering powerhouse, Latios. Latios grudgingly agrees to accept her as an assistant, seeing her remarkable fighting and healing abilities at only 16. In this way, she becomes one of the few followers of Latios. Crysalla: Free of her younger sister, she makes her way to the top of the highest mountains in the region, she comes across a large slab of ice. Upon further observation, she finds that it glows softly. Climbing on top, she realizes she starts glowing along with it. Developing a ribbon-like tail and an icy crown, she becomes a Glaceon. Excited about this change, she names herself Crysalla. Crysalla receives the same message from Arceus as her sister, but she already knows who to follow. For a while, she has been tailing a red and white pokemon with friendly yellow eyes. Feeling bold with her evolution, she asks to be a personal assistant to the pokemon. Turns out that the figure was none other than the opposite of Latios, the healer Latias. [b]Personality:[/b] Viridia: An open book, she is expressive and quiet. Doesn’t like to be the center of attention much. Due to this, she gets flustered whenever she is. An underdog compared to her big sister. Much like nature, she can be unpredictable at times. Even if she is timid, foes shouldn’t underestimate her in battle, cutting down anyone when she wants to. Great at assisting and healing. Crysalla: Bold and brash like a tiger, at least on the outside. Known to have a compassionate side, or a tsundere if you will. Takes the attention that her sister never liked. As unpredictable as blizzards and storms, her attack pattern is never clear. Contrasting healers like Viridia and Latias, she’s definitely a warrior. Shares a lot of characteristics as ice; cold, harsh, and just as dense. [b]Disciple of whom and why:[/b] Viridia: Disciple of Latios. Despite having more in common with Latias, she chooses Latios. Has always wanted to be more confident, so taking the side of a fighter can help her get out of her introverted shell. Crysalla: Disciple of Latias. No particular reason for that, but her thought process might be that siding with a Legendary can make her world famous. Quite shallow compared to the motivation of Viridia. [b]Other:[/b] Viridia: -Main weapon is her tail, which can be as sharp as a knife. -Pouch around her neck is a memo of her family -Enjoys bird watching and volleyball. Crysalla -Main weapon is her tail, which can be sharper than a knife. -Pouch around her neck is a memo of her family -Enjoys tag and sledding.

Name: Nova Gender:Female Age:15 Appearance: [img]https://i.imgur.com/UtJDbHA.jpg[/img] She has soft dark fur covering most of her upper body, including her head and such. Nova resembles a pumpaboo, and hence has a furry stem-like structure on her head. Her face is slightly cat shaped, with horn like furry ears which curls, along with some fur on her cheeks. Her two eyes are bright yellow and like little ovals, and has two small fangs. Below she wears a collar made of dark brown colored leaves, along with a simple skirt of the same leaves. Her lower body below her waist is ilke a pumpkin’s skin, orange with lines on them. Her two legs each have a “hole” in them, with light radiating through. (they aren’t visible from the back) She has mostly simple attires, prefering to retain more to the wild than modern flairs. Despite being 15, she is only 3ft 1in tall. Backstory: She didn’t belong exactly in this world, yet she kind of did too. She was once a dead pokemon, or perhaps was she once a dead ultra beast? She would never know as she cannot remember that past but that the world she woke up in was strangely familiar and unknown. A trapped spirit within the pumpkin like body, she didn’t know what to do for a while. There was more questions than answers, and eventually she found herself lost in the dark forest. Perhaps she’s supposed to be a ghost type, but that doesn’t mean she has a mind of one. The dark was something she always disliked, and the eeriness spooked her even more. The pokemons there weren’t friendly either, always trying to scare her. Even her own kind . . . Like a living nightmare of a night, she had more than a few scratches. Being tripped, pushed, shoved around like a ragdoll in a haunted mansion. They screamed right in her ears and bit her on the leg for only a few minor examples. So when she finally left the damned place, Nova needed a way to capture light. To never face darkness again. Not when she can harness the lights and let the light shine through her leg lights and eyes so no one would dare to scare her again. Necrozma wasn’t the most popular of the legendaries, being out of the world and unknown. But she felt familiar to it, and decided to take its path. For both trying to harness light, and also for what feels like finding family within a world of strangers. Personality: She has a more simple minded personality, but is a strong willed being who hates being shaken. Tougher than she looks, she is pretty energetic most of the time. She is friendly to most pokemons but those of the types of dark, ghost, and psychic, in which it takes her longer to trust. A more gentle person though, she doesn’t like to harm others nor tricking people. Nor does she like being the one being harmed or tricked. She can be abit of a idealist sometimes, and some find it surprising she didn’t went down the way of Zekrom. Nova often thinks too nice of other pokemons, and is “innocent”. (Cough, you know what I mean by that) A generally social soul, she doesn’t like being alone and prefers to be at least somebody. She doesn’t know a lot of “slangs” and such (was super confused when some pokemons called her a “cinnamon roll”). Nova isn’t easily irritated but once she is she won’t stop giving the pokemon the “cold shoulder” until either she decides she’s the one who made a mistake, or the other apolgizes. Disciple of whom and why: Necrozma, because both though she enjoys helping those who needs a light, she also hope to never have to face the darkness again. Wants to give those who lost a part of themselves back the part, hence helping Necrozma back to where it once was. Other: -Very forgetful sometimes -Doesn’t like being judged for her height -Her little fingers, are surprisingly sharp like claws -Despite most of her kind being more active during the night, she is the complete opposite

Az was watching the people pass while in the shadows of alleyway. He tried to actually "be" the shadows, but find it rather easier and less energy wasting to not; his fur color's dark enough anyways, and his mane wasn't light colored enough to be too outstanding. The sun had just risen and so the lights were tinged red, similiar to his mane. He was leaning against the side of the wooden cabin walls, as people slowly started to increase in number. There were other cabins around, all in similiar styles and have tall trees in between. The roads were mainly dirt paths, though so often used that they were flat and easy to walk on.

The zoroark was still getting used to how much taller he was. It was soon after his evolution when he had the dream, and before he can recover from one the other came. As he finally got a chance to take a deep breath and think, he quietly thought about just what he had gotten himself into. Something he was sure he can't turn back now. There was still a mostly clean white bandage wrapped around his explosed left arm, and the teeth hanging around his neck jingled a little as he moved to edge a little closer to the shadows. Enough that he can still see the world outside, and yet not too close so he remain within.

Whenever someone learned he's a deciple of Darkrai things turned down hill quickly. Evil. Sadist. Torturer. Cruel. Ruthless murderer. The mental trauma of his evolution didn't help either. It didn't matter now, whatever happened before the last one or two days. He wasn't even sure of specifically the time that had passed as everything went in a blurr. A storm of screams, darkness, pain, despair, desperation and so much more.

Shuddering a little, he stared at the pokemons passing by again. They were happy. They looked in peace. They looked like the haven't been through anything that he was wrecked with. But that's fine . . . One day they'll all have a living nightmare. He'll make sure of it and then no one will ever feel those terrible sensations . . . And no one will think of him as a evil-doer again.

Az found it easier to take in his new goal surprisingly. It felt like the part he was missing all along. The piece he missed to evolve, to grow, to be better and stronger and resistant to negativity. Darkrai's voice still rang in his head, and from the first time he heard the voice within his head he knew what he had to do. At that moment he could barely feel a thing, the sudden change from a nightmare to a calm setting was so dynamically different he can only retaste it now. His voice quietly whispering there, "yes . . . the world will bathe in pain . . . then there will be none left to be felt . . ."

Perhaps it sounded almost impossible. But one day. One day.

But that was just a fantasy of his and when he realized that the lights were back to their normal colors, he decided he isn't going to stand here all day like an idiot. Sighing, the zoroark flexed his arms before walking out of his hiding spot. Making a hasty turn, a few looked at him -some alarmed and some curious- before nudging the door open with his hand. Slipping inside, the coolness made Az relax a little. Even though autumn is approaching soon, it was still hot and all the fur didn't help him cool off.

Approaching the line, he tried to keep his head down to not attract attention. Managing to survive till he sat down at a table in the very corner, he didn't even notice the cafe was pretty much full but the three seats surrounding him. Taking a sip of the black coffee, it felt like someone poured a bucket of water over him. Shaking his head a little, the wake-up call was good however.

Waking up from his post-trauma trance, the world seemed both darker and brighter than before.

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Xavier was staring at the mostly cabin populated town with excitement. It was the town closest to where he lived, which is a hidden meadow within miles of haunted forests. He hadn't been here often, perhaps a few times at least though. Sitting on a cliffside, he wanted to fly there. But despite how close it looks, he couldn't quite glide that far yet.

But he knows, he knows that one day he'll beable to wield the air so well that he can do just yet. Watch me then, non-believers. The thought made him grin, even though he can't do that just yet. The chance Rayquaza bestowed upon him was too sweet for the garchomp to turn down. The agenda of the legendary made sense too, to keep the balance of land, water, and air. It all felt too good to be true, and yet he can remember when he manged to make air bend to his will. Not enough to lift himself, but something happened.

Sitting up from his perch, Xavier picked up his katana and glanced down one more time before starting to walk down the path which leads to said town. The hot air constrasted against the coolness of the tooth pressing against his skin. Don't worry Az, this one's for you too. Wherever you are. With broad strides and head straight, a few of his sharp teeth peeked out of his mouth. The walk was long, but he didn't care. The garchomp's tail swished a little, and he had a content look.

Finally approaching the town's borders, even the few intimidated glances he got didn't bother him. Rayquaza will be proud of him. His family will finally be proud of him. Az will too. No one will laugh at his stupid childhood dream again.

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((Im going to introduce nova abit later since right now, as you can see how each perspective have very different lenghs, im too tired/impaient to write anything more xD also, @/DeathDino Sorry i uh kind of set the setting here . . . hope it's ok > > i can change anything if needed)