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Name: Lucas
House: Yveltal House
Species: Togetic
Number: #176
Classification: Happiness Pokemon
Type(s): Fairy-Flying
Age: Level 28
Moveset:
- Metronome
(10 PP)
- Extrasensory
(20 PP)
- Fairy Wind
(15 PP)
- Magical Leaf
(20 PP)

Stats:
Attack: 61
Defense: 116
Sp. Attack: 124
Sp. Defense: 116
Speed: 107

Nature: Brave
Ability: Serene Grace (Lucas' Attacks have a 20% higher likely hood of having an additional effect)

Height: 2' 08"
Weight: 7.4lbs. lbs

Personality: Lucas is adventurous, courageous and calm. He is so utterly serene (or desensitized) that horrific events like killing or mutilation don't even give him pause. He thinks of death as merely a release from the trials of life, and thinks no one should live if they're life is so terrible. He is willing to do anything to achieve the end of suffering in the world, and believes the only way is the world to be purged with Yvetal's hellfire. He kills the infected whenever he gets the chance as mercy killings. The idea of suffering as anything more than a concept doesn't really register in his mind, and he goes about his life without sadness or remorse.

History: Lucas was born to a Noctowl father and a Togekiss mother. Their live wasn't an easy one out in the wild, but still the family lived very happily in their forest. The infection hadn't progressed too far in their area for the first few years, but by the time Lucas was seven things had become much more dangerous. Neither he or his mother would leave the nest, Nocturne going out on night runs to gather food for his family. One night while Nocturne was out, Mary heard cries for help out in the darkness and was drawn out to help them due to her caring nature. She didn't return until the next day, and she had a sinister looking bite mark around her leg. Nocturne tried not to notice it, but when she started to hiding in the dampest part of the tree and bumps were starting to poke through her skin he couldn't ignore the signs. For his sake, and that of his child's, while she wasn't looking he unleashed an unrestrained Extrasensory and blood poured out from her mouth eyes like a faucet. While the young Togepi stared in shock at her writhing body on the floor, his father explained to why she had to die, for her own sake. His voice was steady, but his eyes were pouring out a different kind of liquid. "There is no reason for a Pokemon to live if they will only suffer. Promise me you'll remember that." He said to his young son who watched him with a shocked as he psychically held up a long splinter of wood he peeled off from the wall. With a final, mournful yell he rammed it through his own skull and fell to the ground, looking up at his son with a look of relief before finally drifting off into the void.

Lucas spent the next years of his life getting stronger, and seeking out the ultimate personification of death, Yvetal. When he found her house, he pledged his undying loyalty and has been with them ever since.

Rank: Scavenger

Family: Mother x Father --Mary x Nocturne

Siblings: N/A

~

Hobbies/Pastimes: Training, Day Dreaming, having Conversations.
Accessories: Red Bandanna that he discovered in a broken down shopping mall. He wears it to help filter out spores while fighting infected. He's never seen without it.

Disabilities/Deformities: His wings are much larger than usual, so his shoulder muscles are greatly developed to compensate. The extra surface area gives him better lift as well, although he can get tired if he flaps them for too long, so he resorts to gliding mostly. He uses some of his Psychic abilities to help keep himself aloft.

~Mate Status~

Current Mate: None
Past Mate: None
Searching For...
Not Searching for a Mate, but open to the possibility ovob

Prefers: Kindly Pokemon, Shy Pokemon are cute too, Dragon Types, specifically Dragonair
Dislikes: Evil pokemon, Poison-type pokemon

~Relationships Information~

Dead
Tutor/Apprentice
Legendary

Mate/Lover

Your Children

Loner

Despises
Loathes
Hate
Unsure
Distrust/Discomfort/Fear
Acquaintance
Respect
Admire
Irritating/Annoying
Jealous of
Likes
Friends
Best Friends
Family
Crush/Attraction
Prominent/Solitary Crush
Love
Can't Live Without

--House|Character|RP'er|--
----

Stats
Hunt: 8/10
Endurance: 8/10
Battle: 8/10
Speed: 9/10
Tactic: 6/10

Roleplay Information/Example

=Roleplay example=

(Lol, why not)
In the evening of the ancient moor, a fluttering figure dashed about in the moonlit sky. Why he was there, he was to search for special supplies, relics of the humans of course. A scavenger in employment of the living embodiment of death. He never minded the shadows, and the angelic creature found he was most at home in the embrace of the full moon and relished dancing in her light. She was not his mistress however, so he did not prance and instead went about his business in utter focus. Spying a short edge glinting in a rather lackluster sheath of a corpse, he swooped downwards and hovered just above. "Now this...Will do nicely."

--

Roleplay availability

✔/ Notes -- Okay, but not the preferred meathod
✔/ Chats -- Sure
✔/ Comments -- Sure

~Roleplay ratings~

||✔ G/PG || -- Sure
||✔ PG-13 || -- Sure
||✔/✘ M || -- Nah man, Unless it's gore I'm not interested

Ref Sheet (c)
character (c) PhasmaSilvia

Description

For

Name: Lucas
House: Yveltal House
Species: Togetic
Number: #176
Classification: Happiness Pokemon
Type(s): Fairy-Flying
Age: Level 28
Moveset:
- Metronome
(10 PP)
- Extrasensory
(20 PP)
- Fairy Wind
(15 PP)
- Magical Leaf
(20 PP)

Stats:
Attack: 61
Defense: 116
Sp. Attack: 124
Sp. Defense: 116
Speed: 107

Nature: Brave
Ability: Serene Grace (Lucas' Attacks have a 20% higher likely hood of having an additional effect)

Height: 2' 08"
Weight: 7.4lbs. lbs

Personality: Lucas is adventurous, courageous and calm. He is so utterly serene (or desensitized) that horrific events like killing or mutilation don't even give him pause. He thinks of death as merely a release from the trials of life, and thinks no one should live if they're life is so terrible. He is willing to do anything to achieve the end of suffering in the world, and believes the only way is the world to be purged with Yvetal's hellfire. He kills the infected whenever he gets the chance as mercy killings. The idea of suffering as anything more than a concept doesn't really register in his mind, and he goes about his life without sadness or remorse.

History: Lucas was born to a Noctowl father and a Togekiss mother. Their live wasn't an easy one out in the wild, but still the family lived very happily in their forest. The infection hadn't progressed too far in their area for the first few years, but by the time Lucas was seven things had become much more dangerous. Neither he or his mother would leave the nest, Nocturne going out on night runs to gather food for his family. One night while Nocturne was out, Mary heard cries for help out in the darkness and was drawn out to help them due to her caring nature. She didn't return until the next day, and she had a sinister looking bite mark around her leg. Nocturne tried not to notice it, but when she started to hiding in the dampest part of the tree and bumps were starting to poke through her skin he couldn't ignore the signs. For his sake, and that of his child's, while she wasn't looking he unleashed an unrestrained Extrasensory and blood poured out from her mouth eyes like a faucet. While the young Togepi stared in shock at her writhing body on the floor, his father explained to why she had to die, for her own sake. His voice was steady, but his eyes were pouring out a different kind of liquid. "There is no reason for a Pokemon to live if they will only suffer. Promise me you'll remember that." He said to his young son who watched him with a shocked as he psychically held up a long splinter of wood he peeled off from the wall. With a final, mournful yell he rammed it through his own skull and fell to the ground, looking up at his son with a look of relief before finally drifting off into the void.

Lucas spent the next years of his life getting stronger, and seeking out the ultimate personification of death, Yvetal. When he found her house, he pledged his undying loyalty and has been with them ever since.

Rank: Scavenger

Family: Mother x Father --Mary x Nocturne

Siblings: N/A

~

Hobbies/Pastimes: Training, Day Dreaming, having Conversations.
Accessories: Red Bandanna that he discovered in a broken down shopping mall. He wears it to help filter out spores while fighting infected. He's never seen without it.

Disabilities/Deformities: His wings are much larger than usual, so his shoulder muscles are greatly developed to compensate. The extra surface area gives him better lift as well, although he can get tired if he flaps them for too long, so he resorts to gliding mostly. He uses some of his Psychic abilities to help keep himself aloft.

~Mate Status~

Current Mate: None
Past Mate: None
Searching For...
Not Searching for a Mate, but open to the possibility ovob

Prefers: Kindly Pokemon, Shy Pokemon are cute too, Dragon Types, specifically Dragonair
Dislikes: Evil pokemon, Poison-type pokemon

~Relationships Information~

Dead
Tutor/Apprentice
Legendary

Mate/Lover

Your Children

Loner

Despises
Loathes
Hate
Unsure
Distrust/Discomfort/Fear
Acquaintance
Respect
Admire
Irritating/Annoying
Jealous of
Likes
Friends
Best Friends
Family
Crush/Attraction
Prominent/Solitary Crush
Love
Can't Live Without

--House|Character|RP'er|--
----

Stats
Hunt: 8/10
Endurance: 8/10
Battle: 8/10
Speed: 9/10
Tactic: 6/10

Roleplay Information/Example

=Roleplay example=

(Lol, why not)
In the evening of the ancient moor, a fluttering figure dashed about in the moonlit sky. Why he was there, he was to search for special supplies, relics of the humans of course. A scavenger in employment of the living embodiment of death. He never minded the shadows, and the angelic creature found he was most at home in the embrace of the full moon and relished dancing in her light. She was not his mistress however, so he did not prance and instead went about his business in utter focus. Spying a short edge glinting in a rather lackluster sheath of a corpse, he swooped downwards and hovered just above. "Now this...Will do nicely."

--

Roleplay availability

✔/ Notes -- Okay, but not the preferred meathod
✔/ Chats -- Sure
✔/ Comments -- Sure

~Roleplay ratings~

||✔ G/PG || -- Sure
||✔ PG-13 || -- Sure
||✔/✘ M || -- Nah man, Unless it's gore I'm not interested

Ref Sheet (c)
character (c) PhasmaSilvia