Name: Rokan [A different spelling of Vulpix's Japanese name.]
Gender: Female
Species: Vulpix
Appearance: Between her large, velvety brown, pointed fox-like ears grows curly orange fur. This well-groomed patch of curls supplies her thick forelock. Her ears never stand straight up in perfect symmetry, as most Vulpix's do. You may even call her lop eared, for her right ear remains down. She has some control over it, and if she tries she can lift it almost as high as the left, but it takes effort. This provides a slight disadvantage for her, because the right ear doesn't receive sound as well as it should. Her large brown eyes always seem to be full of life, though she's not the most energetic creature. Seeing as she's not anywhere near ready to evolve, her tail hasn't split into six gorgeous mahogany tails yet. She's at just three. The two outside tails are almost the hue they'll end at. The one in the middle, however, is just turning orange. White streaks remain in the long silky fur. Her body fur is predominantly a light milk chocolate color. Her stockings are slightly longer than most Vulpix's, ending just below her knees. They're a much darker brown than her body, like dark chocolate. Starting at the middle of her chest, her stomach is a pure white that stretches to between her back legs. She always wears a thick silver chain around her neck with a Vulpix pawprint.
Personality: As previously stated, Rokan isn't the most energetic creature. She enjoys lying in the sun on mild days, feeling the warmth on her fur. She doesn't get along well with other Vulpix, preferring the company of other species. When properly motivated, she can get a task finished at an almost frightening pace. She has the capability to be the nurturing type, often mothering the young, or those that she feels a special attachment towards. She doesn't exactly like cubs, and hopes never to have any of her own, but every now and then she'll find one she likes. In most cases she's easy to get along with, as long as you're not on the opposite side as she is. While she's loyal to friends until death, she treats enemies exactly inversely. She's more than willing to fight to the death. Her appearance as an orange fluffy fox-like creature misleads her opponents into believing she'll be easy to dispose of. That misconception is often enough to put Rokan at an advantage. She would do absolutely anything for most sodas and if deprived will become peevish.
History: Rokan was born to Pizzaro, a Psyduck, and Velveteen, a Vulpix. Growing up with an empty-headed duck for a father and a conceited fox for a mother made for a strange childhood. Part of a litter of seven, she had four brothers and two sisters. Both sisters were Vulpix, but three of the four boys were Psyduck. She never liked her sisters. They were both born with perfect forelocks, long white tails, and perfectly erect ears. Rokan preferred her imperfect brothers. The one male Vulpix's tail was too short, his forelock was always messy, and his socks were uneven. And the Psyduck always had the same vacant expression. She loved it. They were her best friends growing up. They would often play cops and robbers. Rokan was almost always a cop, for she believed a Mon's livelihood should not be callously taken from. But the male Vulpix, Samrin, always elected to be a robber. When they were children the role they played in their games was not important, and no one gave it too much thought.
When they were old enough they began thinking about what they wanted to be when they grew up. All Rokan knew was she enjoyed saving people, making sure they were safe. It didn't dawn on her what job that might be until she came upon a Treasure City Police Squad training. The precision with which they drew their weapons and fired shots captured her interest and didn't release her until the guns were in their holsters. That day she raced home to her family to tell them what she wanted to do. Her mother scoffed, tails waving, and told her she would do no such thing, she would be a beauty contest Vulpix like she was, and as her sisters would be. No matter how Velveteen argued, Rokan's path was set, and she knew it. Pizzaro gave his daughter his blessing, despite what she wanted to do. After some strangely insightful words for a Psyduck, he took Rokan up to the Police Academy.
The Growlithe there gave her a critical look, unsure of her suitability for the job because of her flat ear. After several hearing tests to prove she wouldn't be at a disability, she accepted. Training began the next day. It was the most difficult thing she had ever been through, and she loved it. It tested her tenacity, her will, and her physical capabilities. She thrived under the strict instruction of Commander Walsh, a strict Farfetch'd who expected nothing but the best. After several months she graduated, among the top of her class.
Rokan's first assignment was to stop a robbery at one of the major jewelers in the city. She accepted it with eagerness, ready to go from the moment it was mentioned to her. She and her partner, a rather large Meowth, went out to the location to find that the suspects were still inside the building. Holding her gun between her two front paws and balancing on her back legs and tails, she ordered them to come out or she would open fire. A frighteningly familiar voice barked back that she would have to come and get them. It was exactly the line Samrin would use when they used to play cops and robbers. Her heart sinking, she inched forward until she could see him, his fur stained black from rolling in coal dust. "Come out, I mean it!" she roared more forcefully, compensating for her pain with increased aggression. It was then Samrin realized Rokan was the one on his tail. A devious grin curled his lips, showing sharp white teeth. "I'm coming, sissy."
He bounded through the window, breaking it into shards, and was on top of her in an instant, tearing at her throat. A single gunshot was fired and it was over. Rokan wiggled out from under him, wounded both physically and emotionally. Her partner could do nothing to console her after he apprehended the other suspect. She went to the hospital for stitches, told her family about the loss, and went into seclusion for several days. Her Commander began to worry he would have to excuse her from the force. But she proved nothing could destroy her passion. Still bruised, stitched, and mourning, she went in to work out of the blue a week after the assignment. The only difference was the thick silver chain around her neck. It bore a Vulpix pawprint, to remind her of the loss of her brother, and that despite the fact that he had been her blood, nothing should deter her from keeping the peace. It was a hard lesson, but she came out stronger for it.
For many years more she continued taking down the underbelly of society, keeping Treasure City a safer place. The moves she'd known since birth, Ember and Disable, helped quite often. Burning a suspect's feet or taking away their sense of equilibrium always made her job a little easier. All her hard work paid off when asked to begin training with a group of similarly driven Pokemon. Always looking to further her career she took the opportunity gladly.
Moveset: Ember, Disable