Post by Froslass on Dec 9, 2010 15:38:33 GMT -5
Shedinja
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(credit once more goes to nire-chan on deviantart)Gender: Male
Personality: Shedinja's personality is somewhat bland. When he speaks his lips don't move, and his voice is always a hollow monotone that seems to echo unpleasantly. His expression never changes, which can give off the impression that he has no emotions. In fact, Shedinja feels quite deeply, he is extremely sad, he feels abandoned by the Ninjask that evolved from him, yet he desires to protect it anyway... if only he could find it again. He also feels trapped by his motionless body, which makes him rather bitter and results in the occasional bout of sarcasm that is hard to recognize because of his lack of inflection. He longs for affection, but finds himself unable to express it. Generally he hovers around, making commentary from the sidelines when he's not feeling too introspective, and desperately wishing to be involved in the lives of other Pokemon.
Likes: He feels a certain kinship for Nincada and Ninjask, and will protect them if he finds any that need it. He likes the smell of berries and wonders what they taste like, but he can't pick them and doesn't have the ability to chew, so he never eats any. He also loves being around lots of other Pokemon/people, even if he's not good at socializing, he just likes not being alone.
Dislikes: His own paralysis, pain, being ignored, being alone, anyone trying to look into his back.
Fears: Abandonment.
Attacks: Confuse Ray, Shadow Sneak, Shadow Ball, Protect, and Will 'o Wisp.
Trainer: None (yet?)
Level: 46
Post Sample:
Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling.
At first he thinks there must be a Chingling or a Chimecho nearby, for what else would give off the sound of bells ringing? It isn't until he passes over a calm lake that he realizes what has happened. He catches sight of his reflection in the water and stops dead in midair, staring down into the bottomless pits of his own eyes. A faint breeze moves softly, ruffling hair he should not have, rustling the clothing he was not wearing before, and making a hollow sound as it enters the hole in his back and passes through his empty body. He feels the breeze; it is cool, and comforting in a way. He does not feel any difference in his body, though he can see it clearly. His new limbs are as useless and immovable as his old ones, his wings still in the air, the human arms and legs hanging listlessly from where he levitates. He wonders if this is a dream.
By sheer willpower, he sinks a little lower. Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling. There are bells tied in his hair and to his ankles. They look like his eyes used to, and the hollow, ghostly chiming has the same melody as the haunting note that the wind plays through the empty shell that he is. His toes dip into the water of the lake. He finds it hard to care about what has happened to him. What does this change? He is simply even more of a freak than he was. Shedinja rises again, and continues moving, his levitation even and swift. He moves forward, because no good comes from looking back.
At first he thinks there must be a Chingling or a Chimecho nearby, for what else would give off the sound of bells ringing? It isn't until he passes over a calm lake that he realizes what has happened. He catches sight of his reflection in the water and stops dead in midair, staring down into the bottomless pits of his own eyes. A faint breeze moves softly, ruffling hair he should not have, rustling the clothing he was not wearing before, and making a hollow sound as it enters the hole in his back and passes through his empty body. He feels the breeze; it is cool, and comforting in a way. He does not feel any difference in his body, though he can see it clearly. His new limbs are as useless and immovable as his old ones, his wings still in the air, the human arms and legs hanging listlessly from where he levitates. He wonders if this is a dream.
By sheer willpower, he sinks a little lower. Ting-a-ling. Ting-a-ling. There are bells tied in his hair and to his ankles. They look like his eyes used to, and the hollow, ghostly chiming has the same melody as the haunting note that the wind plays through the empty shell that he is. His toes dip into the water of the lake. He finds it hard to care about what has happened to him. What does this change? He is simply even more of a freak than he was. Shedinja rises again, and continues moving, his levitation even and swift. He moves forward, because no good comes from looking back.
OOC Information
Alias: Van/Ali/Icy/Froslass/Shedinja/Whateveryoucomeupwith
Did you read the rules? Flareon is a bully and Eevee is a crybaby. (<3)
Contact info: Same as for Froslass~
