Post by Umbra on Aug 10, 2009 20:28:03 GMT -5
Pokemon Form[/u]
Name: Torva
Species: Gyarados
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Level: 80
Status: Wild.... Wild is an understatement
Home: In the underground lake caverns
Picture:
Attacks: Hyperbeam(normal) Raindance(water) Hydropump(water) Dragonrage(dragon) Thrash(normal) DragonBreath(dragon) Aeroblast(flying) Crunch(dark), Icefang(ice)
Description: Like all gyarados, Torva is massive. His fangs are almost as long as any trainer, also to say his long, serpentine body is almost as long as a small subway train. His strangely beautiful Sapphire scales glow like the jewel itself, and his eyes gleam red like rubies. His body is covered with a few scars from his past life as a magicarp. His voice is booming, almost unbearably loud and deep, which is magnified by his anger, which is all the time. He is very muscular, his muscle along with his scaly plates make him nearly impenetrable.
Personality: Mean, aggressive, and dangerous. Most pokemon of the forest learn to leave him well enough alone. He has a very prideful, even arrogant attitude, sneering down on the much tinier whelps that dare bring their voices against him. He revels in combat, simply because he likes to win, which usually happens. This may be due to his traumatic past, making him even more unstable than most gyarados. He likes to be in control of everything, and becomes highly dangerous when he feels like he isn't, whether in general or in a fight. That is one of the rare events that he is terrified,, where he subconsciously thinks his life is in danger. Another thing that sets him off is predatory bird pokemon. He hates them, and occasionally takes shots at them when they fly over the lakes. Strangely enough, he might have a soft side. He is patient and tolerant of dragon and other water pokemon. He also respects power, and although he laughs at the petty young pokemon who haven't evolved yet, he seems to have a sympathy for them. those who are patient and respectful of him are those who earn his respect and patience. One thing that he seems to actually smile to is music, as it is one of the few things that seems to calm him, and also put him to sleep. He is very solitary, usually in the underground caves to hunt and rest, and during the day comes near the surface to sunbathe
History: Once a small magicarp, Torva and his school were stuck by an unusual drought in the streams near the lakes.
Like all magicarp, they were pretty dimwitted, and when the streams dried up, Torva and his school were stranded in small bodies of water, easy prey for pidgeout and ferrow. Torva learned fear then as he watched his brothers and sisters die and get eaten, with nothing he could do to save himself or others. A self hatred for weakness and himself began to form, and when Torva almost got captured by the birds and their greedy talons, the rage spilled over and Torva evolved. He went on a rampage, destroying trees that housed the nests. Soon after, Torva sought out larger bodies of water and eventually made his home in the lake.
RP Example: It was a normal day. Quiet and pristine, the surface glittered and danced like diamonds from the sunlight. Then... The middle of the lake rippled, and an enormous head shot out of the water, exploding the surface with thousands of water droplets. A guttural roar split the sky as Torva shook his massive head back and forth from his elongated body, enormous fins sending a shower below. His red, reptilian eyes then trailed down to the squirtle who was below him, staring open mouthed with fear. Torva snarled. "<Move it....>" The squirtle vanished under the surface in less than a second. Torva grinned, showing off his jagged teeth proudly.
Name: Torva
Species: Gyarados
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Level: 80
Status: Wild.... Wild is an understatement
Home: In the underground lake caverns
Picture:
Attacks: Hyperbeam(normal) Raindance(water) Hydropump(water) Dragonrage(dragon) Thrash(normal) DragonBreath(dragon) Aeroblast(flying) Crunch(dark), Icefang(ice)
Description: Like all gyarados, Torva is massive. His fangs are almost as long as any trainer, also to say his long, serpentine body is almost as long as a small subway train. His strangely beautiful Sapphire scales glow like the jewel itself, and his eyes gleam red like rubies. His body is covered with a few scars from his past life as a magicarp. His voice is booming, almost unbearably loud and deep, which is magnified by his anger, which is all the time. He is very muscular, his muscle along with his scaly plates make him nearly impenetrable.
Personality: Mean, aggressive, and dangerous. Most pokemon of the forest learn to leave him well enough alone. He has a very prideful, even arrogant attitude, sneering down on the much tinier whelps that dare bring their voices against him. He revels in combat, simply because he likes to win, which usually happens. This may be due to his traumatic past, making him even more unstable than most gyarados. He likes to be in control of everything, and becomes highly dangerous when he feels like he isn't, whether in general or in a fight. That is one of the rare events that he is terrified,, where he subconsciously thinks his life is in danger. Another thing that sets him off is predatory bird pokemon. He hates them, and occasionally takes shots at them when they fly over the lakes. Strangely enough, he might have a soft side. He is patient and tolerant of dragon and other water pokemon. He also respects power, and although he laughs at the petty young pokemon who haven't evolved yet, he seems to have a sympathy for them. those who are patient and respectful of him are those who earn his respect and patience. One thing that he seems to actually smile to is music, as it is one of the few things that seems to calm him, and also put him to sleep. He is very solitary, usually in the underground caves to hunt and rest, and during the day comes near the surface to sunbathe
History: Once a small magicarp, Torva and his school were stuck by an unusual drought in the streams near the lakes.
Like all magicarp, they were pretty dimwitted, and when the streams dried up, Torva and his school were stranded in small bodies of water, easy prey for pidgeout and ferrow. Torva learned fear then as he watched his brothers and sisters die and get eaten, with nothing he could do to save himself or others. A self hatred for weakness and himself began to form, and when Torva almost got captured by the birds and their greedy talons, the rage spilled over and Torva evolved. He went on a rampage, destroying trees that housed the nests. Soon after, Torva sought out larger bodies of water and eventually made his home in the lake.
RP Example: It was a normal day. Quiet and pristine, the surface glittered and danced like diamonds from the sunlight. Then... The middle of the lake rippled, and an enormous head shot out of the water, exploding the surface with thousands of water droplets. A guttural roar split the sky as Torva shook his massive head back and forth from his elongated body, enormous fins sending a shower below. His red, reptilian eyes then trailed down to the squirtle who was below him, staring open mouthed with fear. Torva snarled. "<Move it....>" The squirtle vanished under the surface in less than a second. Torva grinned, showing off his jagged teeth proudly.
