Holme

Basic Information ┆

• Name . Holme
• Age . Adult
• Gender . ??????, he/any
• Mutation(s) . Large Color Shift, Nontraditional Body Modification
• Height . 1'8"
• Species . Meowstic

Stats ┆

• Type . Psychic
• Nature . Rash, + SP. ATK, -SP. DEF / Likes Dry, dislikes Bitter.
• Ability . Infiltrator - Passes through the opposing Pokemon's barrier and strikes.
• Moveset .
  • DARK | Sucker Punch - This move enables the user to attack first. This move fails if the target is not readying an attack.
  • GHOST | Shadow Ball - The user hurls a shadowy blob at the target. This may also lower the target's Sp. Defense stat.
  • PSYCHIC | Confusion - The target is hit by a weak telekinetic force. This may also confuse the target.
  • FAIRY | Disarming Voice - Letting out a charming cry, the user does emotional damage to opposing Pokemon. This attack enver misses.

Interests ┆

• Relationships . none yet! tracked separately later.
• Orientation . Currently Unsure, but wants to date SO BAD but also do NOT perceive him.
• Inventory .
  • N/A
• Likes .
  • Love
  • Making Friends
  • Romantic Things
• Dislikes .
  • Making Friends
  • Positions of Power
  • Himself

Personal ┆

• Personality .
  • Positive!
    • Sympathetic AND Empathetic
    • Romantic
    • Dreamer
  • Neutral!
    • Good at masking!
    • Stubborn
  • Bad!
    • Aggressive
    • Sickly
    • Hates himself AND everyone else
    
    
    
• Biography . ( tw : injury, abandonment, blood, sickness )
  • Meowstic were supposed to be blue, and pretty. Espurr were supposed to be grey, and have that wonderful, unfocused gaze. But Holme had never been that. He'd hatched as an Espurr, red with anger, kicking and spitting and hissing- and hadn't ever stopped. He approaches everything with aggression, mostly due to a fear of the unknown. He doesn't know what's going to happen to him tomorrow, or the next day, or the next year- and it freaks him out. He thinks a lot, often, about how many times he's been in a battle and gotten too close to losing, and the frenzy that it puts his mind in. He's not scared to die, but he's scared of being gone.
    
    He was part of a breeding project. He had hundreds of siblings, all different shades of the same grey- and he was red. His trainer was so excited, called him special, told him he was something called a "shiny". He didn't really like being different, but it meant that the trainer was going to take good care of him. He had never felt like any kind of special, shiny thing. In fact, he felt sick. He'd always felt that way. Something about his egg- something about the way the shell looked, it was wrong. Bad.
    His trainer took excellent care of him, spoiling him and training him. Holme didn't love that his trainer was pushing him so hard, but he loved his trainer. So he battled his heart out, doing anything his trainer asked. He grew quickly, far faster than most of his family- surpassing even his parents. He was his trainer's favorite, and most important team member. At least, until he evolved, and he was red, not the gentle yellows that his trainer had been hoping for.
    He wasn't abandoned, but his trainer dropped him off with the Aether House shortly after evolution. He just wasn't the right kind of special. He never wanted to be any kind of special, in the first place. The volunteers took him to the main foundation in a few days, letting him loose in the preservation area. He didn't like how bright and warm it all was, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. Every day, he was hurting more. A disgusting pit of anger bubbling in his stomach towards his former trainer. It made something spark in him. It made the sick ache stir up in a nasty whirlwind within him, liquifying his emotions and leaving them to spill from his body- wait, no- that shouldn't have been happening!
    
    The Azelf down in the labs ran tests, clicked her tongue, and made apprehensive noises, as she examined him. Nothing was done, he needed to be watched- to see what was wrong. Within a few days, he temporarily lost vision in one eye. He was so, so scared. He wanted to crawl back to his family, to de-evolve, to curl up in a broken eggshell and stop existing. And then the Azelf told him. "Pokerus."
    A harmless virus that made you grow faster- but his was wrong. There was something about it that was eating him from the inside. He didn't hurt as much since it started overflowing, at least. Something about him was broken, left in a strange state where he couldn't contain everything inside anymore.
    He doesn't like living like this, but he's far more scared of not living at all. At least the Azelf- Luuko- is helping. She's keeping an eye on him now and again, and making sure that he's in check.