TruetoCheese's Swiss ASB Profile
Vs. Stala @ Generic Arena Place Land
Vs. Deadfan22 @ An Flooding City
Battles looking for a ref:
Vs. ole_schooler Vs. Totodile @ Route 1
What the dickens are you doing here? I'm not even a ref!
No one's beaten me...?
Quick Squad (For Refs):
*Madeline did not have time to put a quote here, she was to busy scrubbing her claws.*
[sprite=party]skorupi[/sprite][/URL] Madeline | Skorupi | Female | Battle Armor
[sprite=party]cacnea[/sprite][/URL] Prickles | Cacnea | Male | Sand Veil
[sprite=party]psyduck[/sprite][/URL] No Brainer | Psyduck | Female | Cloud Nine
[sprite=party]poliwag[/sprite][/URL] Bilberry | Poliwag | Female | Water Absorb
Skorupi | Female | Battle Armor | 0 Exp
Erm...the result of a lack of cool trivia about Skorupi and general weirdness.
Madeline would be what some call finicky. An incessant neat freak who yearns to keep herself and her immediate surroundings (including her team members, much to their annoyance) spotless. Which would be very hard when your birthplace and home was a marsh. Her irritation, and disappointment, at her cleaning failures are portrayed by vigorous hissing and unending clicking of her fore-claws, and occasional short bursts of her equally short temper. Has a very strained relationship with Bilberry.
Fed up with the damp annoyance of the mud that just wouldn't stay away from her segments, Madeline stormed out of the Great Marsh in a fury. In her ignorance to the direction she was going, her beautiful segments needed more attention, she bumped into a certain trainer. Has been with him on his relatively clean journey ever since.
"So you see, the psychological effect of having smooth bark, contrary to rough, wild bark, is certainly enourmous to any perennial wood plant."
Cacnea | Male |
Illuminate | 0 Exp
If you can't understand this, then you probably can't read anyway.
Prickles exudes an air of loftiness about him, being lazier and larger than normal Cacneakind, as well as being born in a different, more orange hue. He is often seen mingling with some flowers and yawning in delight, his complaint when asked to converse regularly with others results in a huff of "But they move so fast...". His trainer, hell-bent on locating and exterminating the source of Prickles' lethargy, infers that it may be the numbing secretions of a Cacturne's needles being formed too early, and Prickles' addiction to licking his arms to keep them shiny. The real reason for his hate of non-plantkind, something he does not know himself, is that a spiteful spirit nestled itself within him when he was young, and has grown with Prickles, forcing him to adapt to unnatural circumstances and beckon hate from his own kind.
Funnily enough, far outside the sandy boundaries of Route 228. He was located cheerily discussing plant anthropology with a sycamore, and when that got tiring he hitched a joyride in a certain trainer's backpack. Finally located when said trainer sat down for a lunch break with his Pokemon, and found inside his pack a curious lack of sandwiches and a smiling Cacnea.
There once was a man who had a love of fire, a burning passion that made him ire.
But a man like he, he bore no shame. He declared he was a botanist to astonishing acclaim.
A friend to fire and a friend to grass, he declared from the rooftops during Sunday’s mass.
He then fell from the sky and broke his back, leaving him in pain inside his worn old shack.
Not one soul had ever put trust in him, only stealing his life whim by whim.
Soon he bore dire anger for fellow man, and he formulated a very passionate plan.
He would find all the plants, protect them he would.
Then set fire to the humans, let them burn as they should.
He walked into the blaze a happy soul, laughing and cheering through his final toll.
He did not walk out, to the plants’ dismay. He died that day, he died that day.
The eternal sandstorm encompassing Sinnoh’s Route 228 is not a very natural phenomenon, breaking the mildly cold climate of the region. This is not because of a sudden change in regional weather, but events of a more spiritual nature.
Before Sinnoh had been completely overcome by modern tides, a small village had stood inside the sea-worn valley of Route 228, a small town very similar to Celestic in the mainland. In the town was said to be a very joyous, patient and passionate man, old man Kelvin. He was spontaneous for his age, dancing and prancing about, proclaiming to the heavens his love for his greenhouse and his love for the sun. But a freak accident left him in great pain and forced the populace into a slow and steady show of inconsideration to him.
Being the passionate man he was, he never forgave them for forgetting him. Reports state he burned the town to the ground, then walked into the inferno himself, waving cheerily to his greenhouse, the only building left untouched by his blaze.
Hikers and trainers passing through the Route 228 sandstorm at night occasionally reported sightings of a will-o-wisp like figure floating amongst the sands, eternally searching, but always staying far from the humans. Time had bent his will and twisted his ambitions.
Old man Kelvin’s spirit searched for a vessel, a shelter from the curse of the sandstorm he brought, the sand would forever douse his fires and leave him in eternal pain. He had watched his garden plummet to the vicious sand, and the grit tore anger into him. He would search for a rough, harsh and powerful grass type to shelter his flame. The Cacturne and Cacnea were the only ones that had prevailed in the sandstorm he brought, and he feared leaving the site of the blaze as he may spread the accursed sand wherever he went. The Cacturne always sensed when he was close, and banished him far away from them with malevolent energies, in turn protecting their children furiously.
One fateful night, he came upon a bright orange sphere nestled in the sand, lying still and asleep like a child. His heart welled with fire; there were no Cacturne in sight, and this beautiful orange Cacnea lay unaware. He delved his spirit of fire through the pores in the sand dwellers skin. He had seen pumpkins akin to the baby; the children from the village had loved the jack-o-lanterns he carved.
He was reborn that day.
With time, the infant grew with the spirit inside him. When his parents had realized what was held inside him, they fled in shame and fear. Prickles was left with only the burning spirit of old man Kelvin to nurture him. With time, his mouth grew into a malevolent smile to let the flame within him breathe, his flower wilted and out sprouted a knotted stem. He felt himself get larger, more bright and more, more fiery
with every breath he took, slowly shedding his former self to be reborn anew.
Prickles is considered to be a Grass/Fire type on all occasions (weather, STAB, W/R, etc.), on evolution to Cacturne his secondary type will be Fire and not Dark (he will still be a Grass/Fire type).
Prickles’ shines a fiery light from within himself, shunning the darkness around him and embracing the flame. He loses and gains the following moves:
-Faint Attack, Payback, Nasty Plot, Switcheroo, Fling, Dark Pulse, Sandstorm
+Flame Wheel, Flame Charge, Inferno, Will-o-wisp, Fire Punch
On evolution, the glands in his body that produce deadly poison (along with major healing glands) will be unable to do so. The spirit of old man Kelvin influence overcoming them, giving him more fire based abilities as a gift for nurturing the old flame:
-Toxic, Venoshock, Acid, Poison Sting, Poison Jab, Smellingsalt, Synthesis, Pin Missile, Embargo
+Sunny Day, Blaze Kick, Flamethrower, Fire Blast
Due to the unnatural energy residing within him, he cannot use Natural Gift, Secret Power or Hidden Power.
When wandering the desert on Route 228, attempting to find prey, Prickles realized that he illuminated the area around him, allowing him to be seen even under the harsh cloak of the sand (Prickles’ ability is now Illuminate instead of Sand Veil, he is no longer immune to Sandstorm’s damage).
"What do you mean there's something on my head?"
Psyduck | Female | Cloud Nine | 0 Exp
A play on Psyduck's cranial difficulties, either they have no brainpower, or all of it! Nickname playfully shortened to Nob for awesomeness.
The personality of your friendly neighbourhood jet plane. Nob likes everything to be delivered to her at speeds far beyond light, the day can't go away fast enough to her. She thinks at lightning speed, eats at lightning speed and speaks at lightning speed. If you can't keep up with her, she's probably halfway to the next city by now. Contrary to this keenly jovial speed, she is very ignorant of her surroundings and is often found carrying a myriad of assorted objects on her head. This blind first, ask questions later nature results in many an awkward situation where the shy Nob has found many an irate picnicker perched upon her head.
Literally pulled a certain trainer headfirst into one of Kanto's nondescript ponds via fishing rod. She was so fidgety, she ended up catching herself in the process before the soggy trainer realized he was underwater. Later on, when trying to catch an Abra with a supposedly empty Pokeball, Nob completely annihilated the opposing Abra with what appeared to be incredibly painful mind maneuvers.
Poliwag | Female | Water Absorb | 0 Exp
Named after bilberries, which have a coating of blue but are actually black in colour. Poliwag's are supposedly similar, albeit less fruity.
Bilberry is a very timid gal, often found sulking by the nearest water source, attempting to clean any grit or leaves that have stuck itself to her oily coating. While her failures in this field appear to be less common, they really put her in a slump when they happen. In turn, anyone who removes the offending object from her coat receives endless praise, loyalty and hugs, in reverse she will place a holy mark of death upon anyone who crosses her. Bilberry is a very grateful Pokemon, after the numerous life or death encounters that have plagued her, making her very cautious and smart on occasion. Having a back up plan for any nameable (and several unnameable) apocalypses is quite handy. Has a very furious rivalry with Madeline and cannot actually speak as of yet, but her plethora of facial expressions are abundant.
The awkwardly rectangular pond of Route 6 lay host to numerous picnickers, including a certain trainer and his band of lovable misfits. They sat down to eat a few oddly coloured berries, so called bilberries. Madeline, tired and hungry after the trek and having finished fervently washing her claws, had located a very large bilberry just floating on the surface of the pond. Several attempts later, and a discussion with a trainer on whether he would become a human bridge, she leapt in the water and hungrily dug her claws into the berry. In retrospect, that's where Bilberry's timidness came from.
-Plentiful quantities of the cashbucks
-Gligar (Hyper Cutter)
Somehow stumble into becoming a ref!
Somehow begin earning a steady amount of cashbucks!
Somehow become less awesome!