Post by Umbra on Feb 21, 2010 21:37:42 GMT -5
Pokemon Form[/u]
Name: Synope
Species: Seviper
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Level: 35
Status: Healthy/Fine
Home: In the forests around the tree of beginning, though he does travel in the deserts and cliff areas as well during the winter.
Picture:![](http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs49/f/2009/177/c/8/Pokemon__Ruby_and_Seviper_by_crystaldragon.jpg)
Attacks: Poison Tail(Poison), Poison Fang(Poison), Crunch(Dark), Glare(normal), Wrap(normal), Toxic(poison), Dig(ground)
Description: Synope is pretty average for a young male seviper. He is of considerable length, slightly longer than a normal one and his black scales have a purple tinge to them from his mother's side. He does not yet bear the scars from a zangoose, although he wouldn't hesitate to get some if he ran into one after he ended the mammal's life. He like all sevipers has the yellow scale mask around a pair of leery red reptilian eyes. His fangs are long and bloodred, a terrifying thing for both humans and prey pokemon to look at.
Personality: Synope is immensely proud of what he is, and ignores the opinion of what other pokemon and humans seem to have of his species. To him, many other pokemon are prey, and he can't understand why his diet and methods of hunting are looked down on. His question would be how would he change what he is? In fact, he rarely speaks to other pokemon that don't happen to be dragons or reptilian(The only thing he refuses to hunt regardless of prey or predator relationship). To most other pokemon, they are either food, annoyances, or beings he is indifferent to. That is not to say he can't be a caring, pitying, or warm being. He just hasn't had the opportunity or reason to feel such emotion. Sevipers tend to be loners, and a strict carnivore diet keep such feelings like love irrelevant to him. Overall, he is a very calculative, calm, quiet, and seemingly indifferent or even cruel of another's feelings. He speaks in a low, raspy voice thick with the accent of his species when he converses in the basic pokemon langauge, which is rarely as he disdains doing so without reason. Synope does not like to fight. The only reason he attacks another pokemon is when hunting them or defending himself, the latter in which he will give physical warnings such as hissing, rattling his tail blade, and coiling his head back to strike before he acts. Same goes for humans when they bug him... But if a zangoose were to appear, he would no matter what the circumstances try to kill the mammal unless he or the zangoose died or they were forcefully separated by someone stronger than both of them.
History: Synope was born in the dessert outside a mountain range near the Tree of Beginning. His father was a regular wild seviper, and his mother was an arbok who was once owned by a trainer, in which he inherited the ability to spit poison from his fangs and to quickly dig underground. His parents and himself lived in a loose community unit of sevipers and other snake-like pokemon. When Synope was young, a band of zangoose attacked their home during one year when the long standing blood feud between the two species got particularly harsh. Synope's father died, but his mother and himself managed to escape. Synope lived with her until he was young enough to stake out his own and she chose a new mate. He has no regrets, nor any feelings about the whole ordeal... But despite himself, sometimes in his dreams he would recall a strange sense of warmth when his family was stable and whole... And a small twinge of annoyance every morning he woke up with loneliness. Some nights he has nightmares about the zangoose attacks... Their claws inspired fear and terror and their faces conjured a bloodthirsty rage. Now he travels around, the days blending together as he hunts and stakes out territory.
Other: Not really
RP Example: The desert wind blew as Jeff strode through the sands, his prized mudkip in hand. The cliffs around him were hazy from the heat of the sun... But he would succeed... He would reach Cameron and catch himself a legendary... But right now he needed to rest. Sitting down on the stone, Jeff froze, mudkip in hand... As he heard an eerie rattling. Turning his head slowly, he saw a large seviper several yards away, glaring at him with cold, red eyes... Jeff gulped and slowly got up, walking slowly in the other direction before outright screaming to the desert wind.
Synope smiled silkily, red tongue flicking out between his reptilian muzzle. "<I thought ssso human...>"
Name: Synope
Species: Seviper
Gender: Male
Age: 3 years
Level: 35
Status: Healthy/Fine
Home: In the forests around the tree of beginning, though he does travel in the deserts and cliff areas as well during the winter.
Picture:
![](http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs49/f/2009/177/c/8/Pokemon__Ruby_and_Seviper_by_crystaldragon.jpg)
Attacks: Poison Tail(Poison), Poison Fang(Poison), Crunch(Dark), Glare(normal), Wrap(normal), Toxic(poison), Dig(ground)
Description: Synope is pretty average for a young male seviper. He is of considerable length, slightly longer than a normal one and his black scales have a purple tinge to them from his mother's side. He does not yet bear the scars from a zangoose, although he wouldn't hesitate to get some if he ran into one after he ended the mammal's life. He like all sevipers has the yellow scale mask around a pair of leery red reptilian eyes. His fangs are long and bloodred, a terrifying thing for both humans and prey pokemon to look at.
Personality: Synope is immensely proud of what he is, and ignores the opinion of what other pokemon and humans seem to have of his species. To him, many other pokemon are prey, and he can't understand why his diet and methods of hunting are looked down on. His question would be how would he change what he is? In fact, he rarely speaks to other pokemon that don't happen to be dragons or reptilian(The only thing he refuses to hunt regardless of prey or predator relationship). To most other pokemon, they are either food, annoyances, or beings he is indifferent to. That is not to say he can't be a caring, pitying, or warm being. He just hasn't had the opportunity or reason to feel such emotion. Sevipers tend to be loners, and a strict carnivore diet keep such feelings like love irrelevant to him. Overall, he is a very calculative, calm, quiet, and seemingly indifferent or even cruel of another's feelings. He speaks in a low, raspy voice thick with the accent of his species when he converses in the basic pokemon langauge, which is rarely as he disdains doing so without reason. Synope does not like to fight. The only reason he attacks another pokemon is when hunting them or defending himself, the latter in which he will give physical warnings such as hissing, rattling his tail blade, and coiling his head back to strike before he acts. Same goes for humans when they bug him... But if a zangoose were to appear, he would no matter what the circumstances try to kill the mammal unless he or the zangoose died or they were forcefully separated by someone stronger than both of them.
History: Synope was born in the dessert outside a mountain range near the Tree of Beginning. His father was a regular wild seviper, and his mother was an arbok who was once owned by a trainer, in which he inherited the ability to spit poison from his fangs and to quickly dig underground. His parents and himself lived in a loose community unit of sevipers and other snake-like pokemon. When Synope was young, a band of zangoose attacked their home during one year when the long standing blood feud between the two species got particularly harsh. Synope's father died, but his mother and himself managed to escape. Synope lived with her until he was young enough to stake out his own and she chose a new mate. He has no regrets, nor any feelings about the whole ordeal... But despite himself, sometimes in his dreams he would recall a strange sense of warmth when his family was stable and whole... And a small twinge of annoyance every morning he woke up with loneliness. Some nights he has nightmares about the zangoose attacks... Their claws inspired fear and terror and their faces conjured a bloodthirsty rage. Now he travels around, the days blending together as he hunts and stakes out territory.
Other: Not really
RP Example: The desert wind blew as Jeff strode through the sands, his prized mudkip in hand. The cliffs around him were hazy from the heat of the sun... But he would succeed... He would reach Cameron and catch himself a legendary... But right now he needed to rest. Sitting down on the stone, Jeff froze, mudkip in hand... As he heard an eerie rattling. Turning his head slowly, he saw a large seviper several yards away, glaring at him with cold, red eyes... Jeff gulped and slowly got up, walking slowly in the other direction before outright screaming to the desert wind.
Synope smiled silkily, red tongue flicking out between his reptilian muzzle. "<I thought ssso human...>"