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Name Violet
Age Young Adult
D.O.B/Sign November 2nd (Scorpio)
Gender Non-Binary (Fem Terms)
Pronouns They/Them
Orientation Lesbian
Height 2'11ft (88.9cm)
Level Level 43
Status Alive | Single | 🏡
Species Flareon/Greavard Fusion
Birthplace Ecruteak City
MBTI INFP-T
Icon Credit Art by Sungeist
Designer Sungeist
HTML Pinky
 
 

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Born an Eevee, Violet was named for their purple eyes. They evolved into a flareon at a very young age, being given a fire stone by the breeders that owned their parents. Their parents were show pokemon, a shiny and a non shiny flareon renowed in the region of Johto for their gorgeous coats. As time went by, Violet and their siblings were adopted out to people for very high prices due to their show pokemon ancestry.

Everything was fine for a while, but one day Violet was taken to a small locally owned lab somewhere near Mahogony Town, known only for their cheap prices. This was to have their genes properly tested, as their owner had become skeptical due to their poor performace. However, instead of being returned to their owner unscathed, they were tested for several days in the labs secret gene experimant program, being given the genes of another pokemon to see if they could be made more superior.

Unfortunately, all this brought them was pain and abadonment, as when they were offered back to their owner, with the scientists claiming them to be an expensive miracle that could win all the competitions their owner could dream of, they were rejected and the lab was promplty sued and shut down.

Now Violet roams around the abandoned labratory, scaring off any who dare come near. They are in constant anguish, missing their parents and the life they once lived. They are afraid of fire despite their typing, and the flame that eternally sits upon their head terrifies them. It works just like a greavard flame, but Violet attempts to keep it from slowly and unwittingly draining the life-force of those that dare come near. When they cry, small drops of flames that look similar to the one upon their head fall down their cheeks, and while this does not hurt them, it could start fires. As a result, they only allow themselves to feel anything if they can manage to find ground that is not flamable.

They often go by the name Vi, feeling unworthy of the full name their parents gave them.

 

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HEAVY WIP! I'm hoping i'll get to use them in roleplay eventually.