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Salazzle/Chandelure design (c) 5TARF0X

Name:: Isra
Gender:: Male (Female? He gets confused at times)
Age:: Adult
Species:: Salazzle/Chandelure
Type:: Ghost/ Fire
Nature:: Hasty
Rank:: Bronze
Personality::
Hard-Working - Though he isn't controlled by something like he used to be, he still shows a willingness to work hard and does his best to do it right (though as quickly as possible). He won't give up on a project till it's done, yet this has also led to him either pushing himself or ignoring his own body's needs such as sleep.
Brave - Isra doesn't scare easily unless it comes to an angry or evil female who holds authority, then he can get rather skiddish; but other than that he can face most situations and enemies head on without much fear if any at all. The main things that often cause him to feel fearful is if things are too peaceful for too long, extremely silent, or if someone is overly nice.
Honest (to others) - If he doesn't like someone, he'll state it; if he doubts one's motives, he'll say it; if he hates something or someone, he'll make it known. To those around him, he's not one to dance around the truth nor is he one to lie UNLESS it comes to himself. Often times questions asked about himself get answered with "none of your business" or the like, he's often times not even truthful to himself.
Caring - Not something one sees often out of him, espcially when he's being mischevious or even a little hateful (or in most cases, blunt), he actually holds a caring side. Kids, those who are confused or upset, he knows what it's like and will attempt to help, even if he dislikes someone. His suspicion will cause him to quickly give up on helping if someone retorts or says they don't need him, but deep down the fact will remain that he felt the desire to try to make a difference.

Hasty - Just as his Nature says, Isra is one to get in a hurry when he does things. He doesn't like taking too much time on any one project, either rushing to get it completed or jumping into a situation head first without considering the consequences or what all might be asked of him.
Gender Confusion - At times, Isra mistakenly refers to himself as a female or questions himself on which he truly is. Mostly tied to how he was raised and believed so strongly that male Salandits weren't able to evolve, he sometimes asks himself exactly what is he and what should he be.
Suspicious- When he starts feeling uneasy due to silence, prolonged peace, or someone being way too nice, it feeds his suspicion even more about those around him. Even when joining the group, he still felt it and keeps, as he sees it, a reasonable distance between himself and others while always questioning why they'd want anything to do with him.
Diffident-  There are times when one may think Isra is shy or modest, but it's not exactly the case. Such actions are only because he has little to no confidence in himself, or love for his body either. Even when others are nice, compliment him, his reluctancy to accept such kind words are because he doesn't see himself as worth them. He still seems himself as a freak and, until someone can truly convince him otherwise, that's what he'll always be.

Bio::
Isra was born as a natural, normal Salandit and, like many of his kin, was quickly enthralled by a female Salazzle. This was his fate, his destiny, at least that is what he believed and was told. She was the more powerful Pokemon and it was his honor to do as she asked, giving her most, if not all, of the food he managed to gather. There were times, mostly when he'd spent a lot of time away from the female trying to gather a rare item she wanted, that he began to question his actions and what he was doing. Anytime he failed her, he was punished, he wasn't even her favorite Salandit, so ultimately what was the point? Survival? No, he wasn't the strongest Pokemon, but he could handle himself and get simple food easily; yet it was something more that kept him there, the smell. Ultimately, each time he felt this he also felt the strange desire to be back at her side, along with a deep sadness. He found himself under her command in the end, and this continued for years till one day a group of oddly dressed trainers came after them. They seemed to be more interested in the Salazzle, each and every Salandit doing what they could to defend her, and he joined as well. Among the others captured, he also watched as the world was engulfed in a bright red light and their leader, their 'queen' was nowhere to be seen. His captors seemed upset that all they caught were boys and he watched them from the strange clear cage they placed him in, all till a woman in a white coat approached his cage and gave him a frightening smirk, one the spelled the beginning of his torment at their hands.

He watched as the other Salandits were tortured as he was, subjected to experiments and controlled by a strange scent that merely mimicked that of the Salazzle. Yet, the scent only compelled them to act, it didn't ease what was happening nor cause any sense of joy like the true thing. In time he saw creatures that weren't normal, natural, either sharing a body of a Salandit or just simple appendages. Fear grew, but so did the sense of helplessness with each passing day. Even his own body has begun to change, a sight that brought him to tears each time he beheld himself in a mirror, and gave him nightmares every time he closed his eyes. He wasn't a Salandit anymore, he was nothing like his kin anymore, and to him that meant he'd never find a place to belong anymore. During the last experiment he went through, the scent of the strange perfume only aggravated him, enraged him. With the strength he could muster in the moment, flames poured forth and a strange energy pushed his tormentors away from him. Unaware of what had truly become of him, he took that moment to attempt an escape, soon believing what he was experiencing was only one of his many nightmares. He was phasing through walls, terrifying his captors, leaving behind scorch marks on anything he passed through. In the end, he made it out and, only then, did reality come crashing down on him.

At that moment, staring into his reflection within a store's front window, did he feel such shock and confusion that he was at a loss for words. His form hadn't only changed, he'd somehow managed to evolve. Something he thought, he believed, he was told could never happen. Males weren't meant to evolve, into into the elegant and beautiful form of a Salazzle, it was unheard of. Or so he thought. What he saw wasn't a true Salazzle, it was a fake, a copy, it had to be. Disgusted at what had become of himself, he fled into the shadows where he remained for a time. However, though he hid from others during the day, he revealed himself at night. A ghostly flame, the ability to insight terror with his new Night Shade, being able to escape simple enclosures and set fire with ease, it became his ticket. Filth he may be, a failed Salandit trying to pass off as a beautiful Salazzle, he was still alive and he planned to make the most of it.

It was only when he saw other Pokemon, some of them just as freaky as he was, that his curiosity was peaked. Some wore clothing, a red R standing about among them, a gathering like he'd never witnessed before. At first he thought that maybe they were being controlled by a Pokemon like Salazzle had controlled him, it made him hopeful somewhat, to reclaim the happiness he felt from the obliviousness it caused and the drive it gave him; but when he spoke to one and learned of how the group was, he felt shocked to learn there was no such thing behind it. No one Pokemon held that kind of control, but they all did work together for a greater purpose. They had enemies, friends, and were even willing to offer him a place among their numbers. Joining them would be a new chapter in his life, something more fulfilling then living in the shadows, and none seemed really disgusted that he was a male in, what he saw as, a female's skin.

Ability::
Flame Body - There's a 30% chance of burning the opponent if they attack with a physical move.
Move Set::
NightShade
Mystical Fire
Poison Gas
Substitute
Equipment::
N/A
Relationships::

//Annoyed by
  //Dislike
   //Hate

//Like
  //Respect
   //Respect A Lot

//Wary
  //Cautious
   //Avoided

//Slight Crush
  //Crush
   //Love

//Friend
  //Good Friend
   //Close Friend

//Wants To Get To Know Them
  //Misses
   //Can't Bear Without

//Realitives
  //Family
   //Joint At Hip

//Not Trusted
  //Slightly Suspicious
   //Very Suspicious

//Shy
//Jumpy / Nervous
   // Fearful

// Lovers

// Ex-Lovers

// Role model

// Dead

// Missing

Description
Salazzle/Chandelure design (c) 5TARF0X

Name:: Isra
Gender:: Male (Female? He gets confused at times)
Age:: Adult
Species:: Salazzle/Chandelure
Type:: Ghost/ Fire
Nature:: Hasty
Rank:: Bronze
Personality::
Hard-Working - Though he isn't controlled by something like he used to be, he still shows a willingness to work hard and does his best to do it right (though as quickly as possible). He won't give up on a project till it's done, yet this has also led to him either pushing himself or ignoring his own body's needs such as sleep.
Brave - Isra doesn't scare easily unless it comes to an angry or evil female who holds authority, then he can get rather skiddish; but other than that he can face most situations and enemies head on without much fear if any at all. The main things that often cause him to feel fearful is if things are too peaceful for too long, extremely silent, or if someone is overly nice.
Honest (to others) - If he doesn't like someone, he'll state it; if he doubts one's motives, he'll say it; if he hates something or someone, he'll make it known. To those around him, he's not one to dance around the truth nor is he one to lie UNLESS it comes to himself. Often times questions asked about himself get answered with "none of your business" or the like, he's often times not even truthful to himself.
Caring - Not something one sees often out of him, espcially when he's being mischevious or even a little hateful (or in most cases, blunt), he actually holds a caring side. Kids, those who are confused or upset, he knows what it's like and will attempt to help, even if he dislikes someone. His suspicion will cause him to quickly give up on helping if someone retorts or says they don't need him, but deep down the fact will remain that he felt the desire to try to make a difference.

Hasty - Just as his Nature says, Isra is one to get in a hurry when he does things. He doesn't like taking too much time on any one project, either rushing to get it completed or jumping into a situation head first without considering the consequences or what all might be asked of him.
Gender Confusion - At times, Isra mistakenly refers to himself as a female or questions himself on which he truly is. Mostly tied to how he was raised and believed so strongly that male Salandits weren't able to evolve, he sometimes asks himself exactly what is he and what should he be.
Suspicious- When he starts feeling uneasy due to silence, prolonged peace, or someone being way too nice, it feeds his suspicion even more about those around him. Even when joining the group, he still felt it and keeps, as he sees it, a reasonable distance between himself and others while always questioning why they'd want anything to do with him.
Diffident-  There are times when one may think Isra is shy or modest, but it's not exactly the case. Such actions are only because he has little to no confidence in himself, or love for his body either. Even when others are nice, compliment him, his reluctancy to accept such kind words are because he doesn't see himself as worth them. He still seems himself as a freak and, until someone can truly convince him otherwise, that's what he'll always be.

Bio::
Isra was born as a natural, normal Salandit and, like many of his kin, was quickly enthralled by a female Salazzle. This was his fate, his destiny, at least that is what he believed and was told. She was the more powerful Pokemon and it was his honor to do as she asked, giving her most, if not all, of the food he managed to gather. There were times, mostly when he'd spent a lot of time away from the female trying to gather a rare item she wanted, that he began to question his actions and what he was doing. Anytime he failed her, he was punished, he wasn't even her favorite Salandit, so ultimately what was the point? Survival? No, he wasn't the strongest Pokemon, but he could handle himself and get simple food easily; yet it was something more that kept him there, the smell. Ultimately, each time he felt this he also felt the strange desire to be back at her side, along with a deep sadness. He found himself under her command in the end, and this continued for years till one day a group of oddly dressed trainers came after them. They seemed to be more interested in the Salazzle, each and every Salandit doing what they could to defend her, and he joined as well. Among the others captured, he also watched as the world was engulfed in a bright red light and their leader, their 'queen' was nowhere to be seen. His captors seemed upset that all they caught were boys and he watched them from the strange clear cage they placed him in, all till a woman in a white coat approached his cage and gave him a frightening smirk, one the spelled the beginning of his torment at their hands.

He watched as the other Salandits were tortured as he was, subjected to experiments and controlled by a strange scent that merely mimicked that of the Salazzle. Yet, the scent only compelled them to act, it didn't ease what was happening nor cause any sense of joy like the true thing. In time he saw creatures that weren't normal, natural, either sharing a body of a Salandit or just simple appendages. Fear grew, but so did the sense of helplessness with each passing day. Even his own body has begun to change, a sight that brought him to tears each time he beheld himself in a mirror, and gave him nightmares every time he closed his eyes. He wasn't a Salandit anymore, he was nothing like his kin anymore, and to him that meant he'd never find a place to belong anymore. During the last experiment he went through, the scent of the strange perfume only aggravated him, enraged him. With the strength he could muster in the moment, flames poured forth and a strange energy pushed his tormentors away from him. Unaware of what had truly become of him, he took that moment to attempt an escape, soon believing what he was experiencing was only one of his many nightmares. He was phasing through walls, terrifying his captors, leaving behind scorch marks on anything he passed through. In the end, he made it out and, only then, did reality come crashing down on him.

At that moment, staring into his reflection within a store's front window, did he feel such shock and confusion that he was at a loss for words. His form hadn't only changed, he'd somehow managed to evolve. Something he thought, he believed, he was told could never happen. Males weren't meant to evolve, into into the elegant and beautiful form of a Salazzle, it was unheard of. Or so he thought. What he saw wasn't a true Salazzle, it was a fake, a copy, it had to be. Disgusted at what had become of himself, he fled into the shadows where he remained for a time. However, though he hid from others during the day, he revealed himself at night. A ghostly flame, the ability to insight terror with his new Night Shade, being able to escape simple enclosures and set fire with ease, it became his ticket. Filth he may be, a failed Salandit trying to pass off as a beautiful Salazzle, he was still alive and he planned to make the most of it.

It was only when he saw other Pokemon, some of them just as freaky as he was, that his curiosity was peaked. Some wore clothing, a red R standing about among them, a gathering like he'd never witnessed before. At first he thought that maybe they were being controlled by a Pokemon like Salazzle had controlled him, it made him hopeful somewhat, to reclaim the happiness he felt from the obliviousness it caused and the drive it gave him; but when he spoke to one and learned of how the group was, he felt shocked to learn there was no such thing behind it. No one Pokemon held that kind of control, but they all did work together for a greater purpose. They had enemies, friends, and were even willing to offer him a place among their numbers. Joining them would be a new chapter in his life, something more fulfilling then living in the shadows, and none seemed really disgusted that he was a male in, what he saw as, a female's skin.

Ability::
Flame Body - There's a 30% chance of burning the opponent if they attack with a physical move.
Move Set::
NightShade
Mystical Fire
Poison Gas
Substitute
Equipment::
N/A
Relationships::

//Annoyed by
  //Dislike
   //Hate

//Like
  //Respect
   //Respect A Lot

//Wary
  //Cautious
   //Avoided

//Slight Crush
  //Crush
   //Love

//Friend
  //Good Friend
   //Close Friend

//Wants To Get To Know Them
  //Misses
   //Can't Bear Without

//Realitives
  //Family
   //Joint At Hip

//Not Trusted
  //Slightly Suspicious
   //Very Suspicious

//Shy
//Jumpy / Nervous
   // Fearful

// Lovers

// Ex-Lovers

// Role model

// Dead

// Missing