Say it ain't so; I will not go.
Vince's SU
Ooc: It was too long for Pc to put the rest in the first post.
Pokemon: Vince
Species: Shroomish
Moveset: Poison Powder, Headbutt, Mega Drain, Stun Spore.
Level: 33
History: Procured as a Shroomish by Minnie, Vince was the last of the Pokemon she caught before joining Team Solar, the last of the Pokemon she had received with intentions of training him up to be a competitive battler. Minnie hadn't expected to land the Mushroom Pokemon on her team, but as luck would have it, he chose her. Not of his own accord, seemingly, at least not consciously, but with his heart. The Shroomish had been just one of the mass multitudes of Pokemon captured randomly throughout the lands by the Cipher organization, stolen away from young and unaware trainers seeking nothing more than an honest battle, uprooted and torn from their homelands, and the cozy little niches they had found in nature, and, occaisionally, when circumstance would have it, the elite and polished personal Pokemon on the Gym leaders. The Shroomish had been one of those leading a simple life, one that had been completely undisturbed and untouched by humans until this instance. He had leaved peacefully under the plots of emerald canopies of forestry dotting the land of the Hoenn region, with a mother, a father, and a whole mess of siblings. The Shroomish had been granted with so many brothers and sisters, older and younger alike, that the family could practically be classified as a clan, or to some a cult even. The young Pokemon had spent their days as young Pokemon brought up in the wild do, foraging for Berries and other similar flora to consume, practicing what rough and rugged move of practicality their parents could teach them in order to surive, and more than anything, basking and frolicking in the warm, illustrious presence the burning overhead deity that was the sun gave off. The Shroomish worshipped the sun as if it were their God, and found the most creative ways to celebrate the life it granted to all of them, and not just them, but of all living creatures: plants, people, and pokemon alike. Throughout the daytime, everything they did, through play or ceremonial dance was in regards to the beaming glow of the great ball of fire overhead, and they were sure that as long as this great and beautiful guardian watched them from above, and they, down below, continued to gaze up at it with a wonderous and pure admiration, life would always be in perfect harmony. But then, there came a day when the sun didn't shine. And many others following it, not just days, but weeks that morphed into several months. And everyone, not just the laid-back grassy Pokemon of the forest, suffered and shriveled without this vital Jigsaw piece of life's puzzle lost to them. And it was at this time, unsurprisingly, that the Cipher organization struck. Struck at the weak and crumbling natural world like an Arbok at a newborn Ratatta cub, and robbed them of hundreds of their numbers. The Shroomish family, so frail and run-down from the lack of sunlight, starving with need of the divine light, could do nothing but cringe as dark, gloved hands grabbed at them, tossed them into crates jampacked with others, some just as sickly as themselves, and hauled them off to a foreign, practically unheard of and uninhabited region called "Orre". It was there that the little Shroomish's, along with his parents', and the others' of his family, heart was shut to the world. The initial plan and rationalization was that without heart, without the ability to judge between wrong and right, without a Pokemon's innate ability to determine who was and wasn't deserving of the blows of their attacks, the Organization would crush and dominate any goodhearted person or Pokemon standing in their path. Along with all channels of basic emotion being channeled off, the Pokemon were all enhanced, being artificially made up into bigger and better, according to the Ciphers, stronger and emotionally unobliged versions of their former selves. But as a particular trainer ransacked the entire organization, freeing and releasing one Pokemon at a time, Cipher's intentions ended up crashing and burning, falling in on them and burying them alive, with the exception of one lone Shroomish. The Shroomish, who had been given to a Cipher grunt to make his duties of carrying out all official dirty work of the organization, had somehow managed to slip the notice of the kind trainer salvaging all the tainted Pokemon, and had taken his own physically superior Pokemon to a region far, far away, one he was sure he would never met the sights of the heroic trainer ever again, and could use the Shroomish in order to advance himself, win in local Pokemon touraments for a pretty penny, and maybe eventually pawn the Pokemon off to some eager trainer or collector seeking out a superior Pokemon for bragging rights, and to help advance them in battles. As fate would have it, this particular ex-Cipher grunt had developed a new identity, and now, promendading across the lands, wealthy and smug from his Shroomish's single-handed victories, he stumbled into two young trainers, kids who couldn't have been more than thirteen or fourteen. The egotistical freelancer, putting on a sneer, disguised only barely by the friendliest of smiles, challenged the duo to a battle. But just as they were about to refuse, the man threw out the Shroomish, and they noticed, with twin expressions of horror, just how bad of a shape the Pokemon was in. Not physically, physically, the Shroomish was a slimmed and leaned muscular work of art. But mentally.. Though the two didn't have the eyes necessary to note the devious purplish aura the little Pokemon gave off, the set puckered mouth, the hard, steeley eyes devoid of emotion staring dully at them, and the glowering expression of the creature's face were enough to make their little hearts break. And so, in agreement among the three of them, Kenji boldly accepted the invitation. The battle started off well seemingly, Kenji and Terra, confident as always, had the obvious upper hand. But after one or two turns, the duo were starting to fall behind, and with each 'Shadow Rush' attack, Ponyta slipped further and further down the spiraling tunnel to unconsciousness, while the peculiar Shroomish gave no eminent signs of tiring or stopping, much to the Grunt's obvious pleasure. But the terrified Kenji refused to stop, for he knew what the price would be to pay: The illfated Shroomish. And so they pressed on, in vain, because Terra was eventually brought to his knees by the odd little Mushroom Pokemon. All the while, Minnie had been standing back, observing the battle with a sort of puzzled expression, studying the every move of the Shroomish, noting the trapped light that seemed to heave against the icey outer layer of his eyes, the occaisional sign of conflicting emotional weakness that spurted from the Shroomish's being, and finally, seemingly at the same moment their plucky little Shrew had fallen to the ground, felt as if she had the whole thing figured out. And so, overflowing with the bubbly sensation that she had cracked the secret code, she called, "Vince!", and the spell was immediately broken. The Shroomish seemed to have remembered something, and after noticing the little girl for the first time, all frozen over iciness, like the death grip of Winter when first approached by Sun, melted. The steely, impenetrable layer chaining the light in his eyes shattered, and all memory and emotion came flooding back to him. He stared at the girl, and from her heart, beaming out through her eyes, for the first time in years, he again saw the light. The tiny Shroomish, ignoring all furious and hateful commands uttered by his trainer, flew into the arms of Minnie, laughing and crying all at once, so grateful for his deliverance that he vowed never to leave her side. And he hasn't. Vince is one of three Pokemon: Cherris, Moko, and Vince, that Minnie often uses in hand to hand combat when onduty in a life-risking endeavor. He, by nature, is a gleeful and enthusiastic little Pokemon, but not so much so to the point of being hyper, for he was raised by a fleet of similar Pokemon, and this entitles him to a cool and laid-back attitude of most things. He is abnormally chill in most situations, but in those rare few were Minnie or his teammates' lives are compromised, his emotion become unstable, ripping to the surface and forming themselves into fury-based attacks, a frenzy of grass and the promises of fierce fighting-style jabs as well. When summoned in average battle, Vince regards opponents with a cool and calculative demeanor, turning their feverpitch of emotion in battle into pitfalls that eventually mark their own defeat, while he, as in all areas of normal life, retains his levelheaded and down to earth decision-making process. While one might expect a Pokemon such as this to have an air of sarcasm and arrogance, Vince's is entirely the opposite. When out of battle, he can almost always be caught in a chipper and upbeat mood, and more likely than not is off mediating arguments between other Pokemon. While Minnie is practically blood bonded with Cherris and Moko, her unofficial "Starter" Pokemon, and Cinders, the Steed Kenji had given her due to all the blood, sweat, and tears they have shed together, it is for this reason that Minnie forced herself to part with them, for she wanted that same bond with her other two, Ace and Vince, and as Vince had only recently been added to her team and was still quite unexperienced, she decided to bring him alongside her in hopes of training him up to par with her other teammates, but more importantly, forging that same eternal bond. (As mentioned before, for her traveling all the way through Kanto, Vince is only still at such a low level because she 'caught' him only recently compared to the others. If you need a reason for why none of Minnie's Pokemon besides Cinders are Kanto-native, I have seperate histories for each, but doubting you want more to read of the fuschia nightmare, Cherris and Moko are Johto natives because they were hatched Pokemon on the Darkrose Ranch, and Ace was released into the Kanto region by his trainer, a spoiled little snot of a young boy who, after receiving him as gift in his Pokeball from his grandmother who dwelled in the Sinnoh region, released it in a flare of childish temper, for the Starly wasn't yet the key powerhouse he was promised to be, and Minnie found him struggling to survive against the Kanto natives in the Viridian Forest.)
Full team before departure, and Pokemon status: Cherris (Houndoom), Mokomoko (Flaffy), Cinders (Ponyta), and Ace (Staravia).
Pokemon Registration: Let's go.. Grass type, Kanto or Hoenn. :P I know i'm just begging for trouble with two Grass-type Pokemon, but Vince will evolve into something with fighting abilities too, and everything else I catch will make up for the weakness.
Roleplay sample:
"Hospital?" She spoke, trying the word on for size. It felt funny passing over her tongue, and sounded even stranger to her ears her voice saying it. For a time, she had been able to say only variations of her own name, and even then, she hadn't spoken often, for fear of the brutal consequences if she did. Now.. She was speaking an entirely different language, one that was borrowed, and didn't seem to belong to her at all. Eyes marring with confusion, she just continued to stare straightforward at the two young men.
"Why.. would I need to go there?" At her slow words, the boys exchanged glances, eyebrows arching up in obvious disbelief as they again looked at her body, this time not seeming to notice her chest, but instead silently surveying her whole body.
"Were you.. raped?" One of the two asked carefully, in a much softer tone than he had started out with. He now seemed.. concerned for her feelings of sorts, and Venomous couldn't understand why.
"No.." She muttered in response, in that dreamy, detached sort of way. It was only after she stole a look down at her own form that she suddenly seemed to snap back to attention, the fog dispelling from her mind as her pale eyes snapped immediately open, widening as her jaw clenched nervously, bare body overcome by a serious of violent trembles. As her limbs spasmed uncontrollably, and her knees buckled, threatening to give out and send her crashing to the ground, the boys rushed to her side, hovering around her worriedly, waving thick hands before her face in an attempt to get her attention. Venomous, however, didn't seem to see the hands passing across her line of vision. She wore a haunted gaze, as she traveled back to an earlier time, a previous place.. She was no longer standing in this grassy expanse of meadow, surrounded by two concerned if not slightly perverted boys near a route that was commonly traversed by trainers of all shape and size, she was in the middle of the Eterna Forest, the Forest she had been released, and then later on abondonment.. And she had been lucky to get away with that. She was starting to remember what she hadn't wanted to remember, those final grotesque moments before she had fainted, and soon after that, coldly left to die. Images passed through her mind at a fleeting pace, images that were blurred at the edges, but still strangely clear to her eyes.. her tortured eyes. Two Espeons leered menacingly over the fallen form of a limp Umbreon, cowering helplessly before them, weakened already from the sickening heat beaming down upon her, and the acidic venom washing over her stilled body evoked from that same heat.. "Finish her off" Dante had snarled, and ever so eager to follow his malicious orders, his pets, the Espeons she had called "Mom" and "Dad" had attacked her, flogging her mercilessly, beating down upon her. Hungry eyes and sharpened incisors tore at their offspring's flesh, ripping it, tearing, grinding it up with teeth dripping with gore, slicing it to the point of it bursting, until it finally began to ooze crimson fluid, spilling her blood all over the grassy ground. And throughout the whole ordeal, Venomous hadn't uttered a single whimper or whine. She hadn't tried to fight back or even run, as most Pokemon whose life hung on the balance would've. She really hadn't cared either way if she lived or died. She had just lyed there, quietly like the weak Pokemon she was, willing it all to end, and finally thinking herself dead when she finally passed into unconsciousness. She as well as her parents hadn't noticed the tears pooling at the corners of listless, miserable crimson eyes as she faded in and out of reality, tears evoked not from the harsh pain being forced upon her, but drizzling down sunken cheeks solely for the reason that she knew she was dying, dying in a hot place in a world where no one had grown to love her, or care for her.. Where no one would miss her, or probably even think of her ever again.
"Hey.. are you alright, girl?!" One of the boys asked loudly, snapping Venomous back to the time-being. Startled, she inhaled a sharp breath, bringing a delicate hand to the corner of her eyes, not at all surprised when a single round tear was extracted onto her soft skin.
"Do I look like i'm alright?!" She cried out, suddenly filled with a flood of new emotions, anger, along with surprise, along with obvious sorrow from the discovered betrayal.
"For starters, I don't know where in Arceus I am right now, i'm practically gushing blood all over the place, and YOU aren't making it better by permanently locking your eyes onto my chest!" The girl spat, to which she instantly felt guilty for doing so. These boys.. these boys had meant her no harm. And she was taking all her combined pain and fury out on them. The two seemed speechless at her little outburst, and as they only stared silently at her, she moved her arms guardedly out in front of her, slowly beginning to back away, lower lip trembling as she was flooded with a guilty sensation.
"I'm.. I'm sorry.." She apologized, the tears finally welling over and splashing down onto her pale cheeks.
"I just.. I just can't.. do this!" She cried out, flinging her arms down to her sides as she whirled around, away from the two boys, away from everything. She just wanted to be alone.. Alone now, and alone forever. Just as she had been when she had been captive within the confines of her Pokeball. That dark, circular room.. Forever her home. She wanted it back. Even though she now had the birds, and the trees, and flowers, and water, and.. and food, she didn't care. When she was locked away, she couldn't hurt anyone. When she was out, she seemed to do nothing but just that. Engrossed in her thoughts, Venomous hadn't seen a rather large out-of-place gnarled up old tree standing in the middle of the path. If she would've been observing more closely, Venomous would've noted that at the peculiar tree, the path forked, one leading off to the left somewhere, while the other strayed to the right. But Venomous, whose mind and body had been seemingly disconnected from one another, continued on in her straight path, colliding face-first with the peculiar tree, slamming powerfully against it, not even slowing in the slightest. The tree stopped the sprinting girl, as expected, and with a harsh, "THUD", she was tossed carelessly backward into the dirt. Rubbing gingerly at her stinging red face, Venomous looked up in what could only be described as a desolate manner, up at the strange tree looming above her..
"Who put you there?" She muttered angrily at the ugly old thing, which was devoid of all life, leaves, blossoms, even birds didn't flock near the barren old tree. The only thing that did seem to grow upon the tree were a strange satiny black dress hanging over one of the lower limbs, accompanied by a tiny, plush backpack in the shape of a roaring little Absol. Upon one of his extended razor claws hung the keychain of an Eevee. Resting near the massive roots of the tree were a soft pair of black boots, imprints of Houndoom placed upon it near the top, and tucked neatly within them, what appeared to be a pair of black and yellow stockings. Venomous didn't have to think twice before pulling the garments down, and after discovering with half delight and half obvious embarrassment that matching undergarments were included, she hastily slid them all on.
God.. I really hope these clothes aren't used! She thought to herself, before scoffing at such a silly question. Of course they were. What would a brand-new ensemble of clothes be doing laying randomly across an old tree branch. No.. they had to have belonged to somebody. Though Venomous wasn't completely informed on the subject of Human clothing, she knew that they didn't spontaneously appear out of the blue.. No, someone had to have worn them at some point, and left them here. Either that, or they knew that a naked Pokemon gone Human would come streaking down this way. That sent shivers down Venomous' spine. ..But who?