Delia | |
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Hex Color | #CD0000 |
Item | None |
Gender | Female |
Age | Adult (26 in human terms) |
Species | #571/ Zoroark, the Monster Fox Pokemon |
Height | 5'0" |
Weight | 153.97 lbs |
Pokédex Entry | Each has the ability to fool a large group of people simultaneously. They protect their lair with illusory scenery. |
Level | 40 |
Ability | Illusion |
Nature | Rash |
Characteristic | Thoroughly cunning |
Moves | -Dark pulse (Egg) -Extrasensory (Egg) -Flamethrower (TM) -Faint attack |
History | Delia was born prior to the pandemic in a Johto equivalent to a puppy mill, spending all of her young life scrounging and fighting for her food and her spot in the breeder's lineup for selling. Though she was rather scrappy, she was too short and scrawny to really be considered a sellable option and was promptly tossed aside into an illegal fighting ring as a bait Pokemon. It was not expected that she would not only kill the granbull she was put up against, but that she would devour most of the carcass before the stunned audience's eyes. Her owner, now knowing what else to do with her, stuck her in a cage; she quickly escaped and killed him as well. Her kills had given her a rush, a thrill she had never experienced beforehand, and it created a sick hunger in her. A hunger to not only kill, but to rip into and eat the dying flesh of her prey. She barely noticed the pandemic begin, as the living dead just gave her more things to destroy and consume. The more she killed, however, the less she began to realize the difference between living and living dead, and soon found herself very alone, spiraling down into the depths of insanity. Her body fell to the infection within the confines of the Under, her meals of infected and spoiled meat finally taking her life for its own. She wanders through Johto, keeping to the shadows and pouncing on whatever prey she can find, be it living or dead... |
Appearance | The infection has rendered her normally vivacious form into a sickly one, her fur lightening, but her crimson hair becoming darker and darker like the blood she spills. Her scarlet eyes are always wide and alert, eager to spot her next meal. She is usually spotted with her teeth set in a wide grin, mimicking her eyes' eagerness. Her voice is also very unique; while set in a higher octave, her words are usually low and smooth, as if petting those around her with her voice before consuming them. She moves like a shadow, vanishing into darkness with ease. Her long bloodstained talons allow her to scale walls and ceilings with ease. She prefers to travel on all fours, as she only evolved merely a week ago. |
Personality | Delia, first and foremost, is insane. Her days being tortured and always fearing for her life have taken a heavy toll on her already fragile mind, and the events that freed her from those dark times are her obsessions: Power, and her psuedo-brother and actual cousin, Dante. She lusts for power more than even meat, thinking that if she were powerful enough, there would be no pokemon or human to torture her again, and to give her enough edge to “convince” Dante to be together with her for eternity... by eating him. Feeding on others to obtain their powers and the thought of “always staying together” is so close to her, it's almost on a religious level. This belief comes from her days at the mill, watching the other pokemon tear the bait pokemon apart, and in their fury, consuming them. It was fueled by the Infected, observing them consume and consume, and then take out more pokemon with their power. |
User Notes | She loves meat, and usually views any other pokemon, living or dead, as a potential meal Became Infected within the walls of Under |
Last edited by Silverishness on Sat Jun 16, 2012 10:17 am; edited 20 times in total (Reason for editing : Major update)