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Description
they started out as a joke okay

"Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?"

General

Name

Tera Sage

Pokemon

Trubbish "The Trash Bag Pokémon"

Birthday

November 13th

Age

an angsty 16 year old

Height (Human || Pokemon)

5'5 || 1'10

Gender

Agender (they/them, she/her, he/him)

Sexuality

Asexual Panromantic (Polyamorous!) -- They're currently uncertain where exactly they fall into the Ace Spectrum

Affiliation

PMA-Co

Pokemon Stats

Ability

Stench // " If the Pokémon make physical contact with the opponent, there is a chance the opponent flinches"

Moves
  /// Dark Pulse
Power Points: 16 // "The user releases a horrible aura imbued with dark thoughts. This may also make the target flinch." //
  /// Self-Destruct
Power Points: 5 // "The user attacks everything around it by causing an explosion. The user faints upon using this move." //
  /// Pain Split
Power Points: 20 // "The user adds its HP to the target's HP, then equally shares the combined HP with the target." //
  /// Acid Spray
Power Points: 22 // "The user spits fluid that works to melt the target. This harshly lowers the target’s Sp. Def stat." //
Personals

Occupation

Writer's Assistant

Town of Residence

Lives with Niji & Quinn in Laverre City!

Personality

- Anxious | + Alert | + Gentle | + Mature | - Snarky | - Self-depreciative | = False Confidence | = "I am not a child, don't call me a child"

Anxious beyond belief, the young bag of trash tries their best to not let their anxiety show visibly, even if it may in their stench. Only truly relaxing after becoming friends with another or when surrounded by soothing scents.

Often clinging to the side, they're not likely to try to attack anybody at all, instead more likely to just stutter, lisp getting in the way. It is only online that they truly shine. All of their anxieties seeming to fade away once they're online, a snarky and eager personality seems to show.

Additionally, completely used to being compared to being worthless or disgusting, they've picked up the habit of telling self-depreciative jokes about themselves, normally about how they smell or the fact that they're an animated trash bag.

History

They'd lived in the Lost Hotel for as long as they could remember. Born to a trubbish mother, with no clue on who the father was, Tera, nameless for the time being, never really felt like a kid. For a while, they just felt nothing at all. After all, they were just another pile of trash.

Trainers came and went around the ruins that were the Lost Hotel, always turning up their nose or recoiling in disgust at the scent given off by the young trubbish, like decaying flesh and trash. Disgusting. Foul. Revolting. The words did a wonder to kill the youth's already lacking self-esteem. It didn't take long at all for Tera to start avoiding everybody, anxiety growing whenever a human came close to them.

They only ever sought comfort on occasion in a few of the ghost types that hung around the ruins, despite there being other trubbish around as well. They felt repulsed by the other trubbish. It was a petty feeling, but it existed. They wanted nothing to do with the others of their species. They grew especially close to a pair of pumpkaboo, even the faint aroma that was given off by the pumpkins managing to soothe Tera's nerves.

Eventually, the trash bag was confronted by a dittech distributor, though at first, the young trubbish was extremely cautious, before realizing that this was the device they'd been hearing about for so much of their life. Taking it, it was bizarre to not smell nearly as bad as normal.

Spending a few weeks in silence adjusting, the young teen eventually managed to pick up a job as a paper kid, using their extra money frequently on incense or perfume, still choosing to stick around the Lost Hotel, however.

Relationships
(shrug emoji)

Extras

- Smells extra bad whenever they're anxious, which is over half the time, to be honest.
- They're very messy and lose things often.
- Has a snaggletooth, mimicking the glass teeth from their 'mon form.
- Terrible lisp in person due to teeth, causes them to sound very uncertain and have to focus on going slowly with certain words.

User Info

Time Zone

EST // United States Eastern Standard Time

Chat Availability

I'm a hermit 90% of the time

Roleplay Mediums

Skype, deviantART chat, Google Docs, etc

Roleplay Example
Taken from the 7/16/16 boss battle logs.

A line of curses would escape the snake's mouth as he got up from where he had been sitting when the commotion happened, moving to join the others, only to stumble and grimace as he was hit by the counter. "Fucking Arceus, fuck." Tensing up slightly at the sight of the fire blazing around the monster of a mega. What the actual fuck. Biting his lip for a moment, the serperior man would attempt to move off to the side, eyes flickering over to where Mercer and Nenny were for only a second, Mercer could handle himself- well hopefully at least, he'd grimace slightly as he saw another hit going for the lizard, before he'd focus on the man that was standing near the fusion. Maybe if he... attacked it instead that'd do something? Moving a bit fluidly with his steps, he'd try to get off to the side before striking out with magical leaf from the side. Not this again.

"Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?"

Description
they started out as a joke okay

"Don't you think it's funny how they tell us how to live?"

General

Name

Tera Sage

Pokemon

Trubbish "The Trash Bag Pokémon"

Birthday

November 13th

Age

an angsty 16 year old

Height (Human || Pokemon)

5'5 || 1'10

Gender

Agender (they/them, she/her, he/him)

Sexuality

Asexual Panromantic (Polyamorous!) -- They're currently uncertain where exactly they fall into the Ace Spectrum

Affiliation

PMA-Co

Pokemon Stats

Ability

Stench // " If the Pokémon make physical contact with the opponent, there is a chance the opponent flinches"

Moves
  /// Dark Pulse
Power Points: 16 // "The user releases a horrible aura imbued with dark thoughts. This may also make the target flinch." //
  /// Self-Destruct
Power Points: 5 // "The user attacks everything around it by causing an explosion. The user faints upon using this move." //
  /// Pain Split
Power Points: 20 // "The user adds its HP to the target's HP, then equally shares the combined HP with the target." //
  /// Acid Spray
Power Points: 22 // "The user spits fluid that works to melt the target. This harshly lowers the target’s Sp. Def stat." //
Personals

Occupation

Writer's Assistant

Town of Residence

Lives with Niji & Quinn in Laverre City!

Personality

- Anxious | + Alert | + Gentle | + Mature | - Snarky | - Self-depreciative | = False Confidence | = "I am not a child, don't call me a child"

Anxious beyond belief, the young bag of trash tries their best to not let their anxiety show visibly, even if it may in their stench. Only truly relaxing after becoming friends with another or when surrounded by soothing scents.

Often clinging to the side, they're not likely to try to attack anybody at all, instead more likely to just stutter, lisp getting in the way. It is only online that they truly shine. All of their anxieties seeming to fade away once they're online, a snarky and eager personality seems to show.

Additionally, completely used to being compared to being worthless or disgusting, they've picked up the habit of telling self-depreciative jokes about themselves, normally about how they smell or the fact that they're an animated trash bag.

History

They'd lived in the Lost Hotel for as long as they could remember. Born to a trubbish mother, with no clue on who the father was, Tera, nameless for the time being, never really felt like a kid. For a while, they just felt nothing at all. After all, they were just another pile of trash.

Trainers came and went around the ruins that were the Lost Hotel, always turning up their nose or recoiling in disgust at the scent given off by the young trubbish, like decaying flesh and trash. Disgusting. Foul. Revolting. The words did a wonder to kill the youth's already lacking self-esteem. It didn't take long at all for Tera to start avoiding everybody, anxiety growing whenever a human came close to them.

They only ever sought comfort on occasion in a few of the ghost types that hung around the ruins, despite there being other trubbish around as well. They felt repulsed by the other trubbish. It was a petty feeling, but it existed. They wanted nothing to do with the others of their species. They grew especially close to a pair of pumpkaboo, even the faint aroma that was given off by the pumpkins managing to soothe Tera's nerves.

Eventually, the trash bag was confronted by a dittech distributor, though at first, the young trubbish was extremely cautious, before realizing that this was the device they'd been hearing about for so much of their life. Taking it, it was bizarre to not smell nearly as bad as normal.

Spending a few weeks in silence adjusting, the young teen eventually managed to pick up a job as a paper kid, using their extra money frequently on incense or perfume, still choosing to stick around the Lost Hotel, however.

Relationships
(shrug emoji)

Extras

- Smells extra bad whenever they're anxious, which is over half the time, to be honest.
- They're very messy and lose things often.
- Has a snaggletooth, mimicking the glass teeth from their 'mon form.
- Terrible lisp in person due to teeth, causes them to sound very uncertain and have to focus on going slowly with certain words.

User Info

Time Zone

EST // United States Eastern Standard Time

Chat Availability

I'm a hermit 90% of the time

Roleplay Mediums

Skype, deviantART chat, Google Docs, etc

Roleplay Example
Taken from the 7/16/16 boss battle logs.

A line of curses would escape the snake's mouth as he got up from where he had been sitting when the commotion happened, moving to join the others, only to stumble and grimace as he was hit by the counter. "Fucking Arceus, fuck." Tensing up slightly at the sight of the fire blazing around the monster of a mega. What the actual fuck. Biting his lip for a moment, the serperior man would attempt to move off to the side, eyes flickering over to where Mercer and Nenny were for only a second, Mercer could handle himself- well hopefully at least, he'd grimace slightly as he saw another hit going for the lizard, before he'd focus on the man that was standing near the fusion. Maybe if he... attacked it instead that'd do something? Moving a bit fluidly with his steps, he'd try to get off to the side before striking out with magical leaf from the side. Not this again.

"Don't you think it's funny how we're all delinquent kids?"