Name: Christine Tennebraum
Age: 18 (birthday: Oct. 28th)
Hometown: Nimbasa City (Unova)
Appearance:
She has cerulean blue eyes with flecks of grey and green in them. Sometimes, when storms are coming, they turn a kind of sea blue. Her hair is naturally a bright cherry red, and goes all the way down to her lower back. It's usually wavy to the point of being called curly, but she likes to straighten her hair sometimes which lengthens it, making it reach down to her butt. She has tanned skin, but the only way she can get tanned is by letting herself burn, then tan, so she has many freckles on her arms and back. She has a tribal-like tattoo of a Mantine on her right arm. It was an act of rebellion when she was sixteen. She is 5'8", which is a bit tall, but both of her parents are tall, so it is to be expected. She is skinny, but she is also muscular, so she weighs around 140 pounds.
She wears a black cotton, tight fitting tank top most of the time, but she also has a bright blue, bright purple and white tank top for when she wants to do something different. Her black Roman sandals have thick, black leather straps that go up over her ankles. Her skinny jeans are dark denim and look brand new; they don't have the destroyed look that some people like. She likes to wear her Pokemon's Pokeballs like dangly earrings, and had a pair where she could snap the balls on and off specially made. Once she gets more Pokemon, she has snap on and off keychains to wear on her belt loops.
Personality: Christine is a brave girl, and loves to get into things. She loves to go on adventures, even if they’re dangerous. She cares a lot; for both people and Pokémon. She has a special affection for Bug-type Pokémon, and will go out of her way to find them and sketch them. She loves to draw, and will sit down in the middle of a road to sketch something if she needs to. Despite being a brave person, she has an intense fear of Ghost Pokémon. She’s very superstitious, and she feels Ghost Pokémon carry spirits of dead people. In battles, she is about as fiery as her hair. She always praises her Pokémon after each battle. Being the daughter of a police household, she holds loyalty and honor of Pokémon and people in high regard.
Biography (click to showhide)
Christine was born in Nimbasa City to a police chief and his police woman wife. They had met while in the academy, and had dated and then gotten married in the span of three years. In another two they had bought a house and had a baby. Christine was a happy baby, but always loved getting into mischief; a quality that would not fade with time.
“Christine Kay, you get back here this instant!” her mother shouted, using her middle name for good measure. Christine, a ten year old at this time, had gotten into the flour bag and proceeded to make herself into a ghost. Her spectre-ification had left the kitchen a white mess; flour hand prints on the drawers and walls, piles of white flour on the floor. Christine ran from her mother and laughed, making sure to drag her hands along the walls and moan “Oooooooh” in a very ghosty like fashion. If it hadn’t been for her father walking in the door, she would have run all over the house like that.
“Christine, Barbara, get cleaned up,” he said, grabbing his coat from its hook on the wall. “We have to go pay a visit to Mistralton. Their police station burned down last night, and we’re going to go help them clean up.”
“Yes papa,” Christine said as she went to wash the flour off her. She knew that when her father said they were going to go help someone that he expected them to be ready and in the car ten minutes after he told them.
They drove quickly, and were soon met by the sight of the airport-city of Mistralton. Christine’s father navigated quickly but carefully through the streets until they were in front of what used to be the police station. Fire trucks were still on the scene hosing down the rubble that was still smouldering. Many people were on the sidewalk or in the parking lot covered in ash, some still coughing up black smoke. Christine walked through the crowd, holding on tightly to her mother’s hand, and felt extremely sorry for these people. How would they get money to feed their families?
To the side of all of the turmoil, a Nurse Joy was leaning over a group of injured Pokémon, talking to the woman beside her. Christine’s father saw her staring curiously at the group. “Would you like to go help Nurse Joy take care of the Pokémon?” he asked. Christine’s eyes lit up. She nodded enthusiastically, then skipped quickly over to the nurse and the Pokémon.
“Now, what about this one?” Nurse Joy was asking, pointing towards a Growlithe. He was smaller than the rest of the police force of Growlithes, so he was decidedly younger than the rest.
“I’m not sure,” the frizzy brunette woman said, putting her hands on her hips, “He came to us from another police station, but since our station is…gone, we really can’t use him.”
“I’ll take him!” Christine piped up, not even thinking about asking her parents. The frizzy haired woman looked down in surprise and took in the bright red hair of the child in front of her. She looked as if she was about to say no, but Nurse Joy stopped her.
“You said yourself that you can’t keep him. Do you really want him to end up in a pound or worse?” The woman flinched at the thought.
She kneeled down in front of Christine and said, “You can have him, but you need to know some things. He’s very protective, so you need to train him to protect you only when it’s necessary. You can’t have a Growlithe that bites anyone that comes near you. Also, he doesn’t like being inside his Poke ball, so you have to be prepared to-“
“Oh don’t worry about that,” Christine said as she waved her hand in dismissal, “He won’t have to stay in his ball at my house.” The woman smiled at this girl’s vivacious attitude and called the Growlithe over. Christine watched in wonder as the woman whistled twice and snapped her fingers once.
The Growlithe’s ears immediately perked up as it heard the special call assigned only to him. He trotted over and found a little girl with bright red hair staring at him with a sparkle in her eyes. He wagged his tail a few times and looked to the woman for instructions. “Growlithe,” she said, gesturing toward Christine, “this little girl wants to take you home. You think you could go with her and protect her?” The Growlithe looked over the little girl. After a few minutes he wagged his tail again and barked, then scampered over to Christine and sat in front of her.
“Aww, he’s adorable!” Christine squealed, and she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “What should I name you?” she asked as the woman handed her the Growlithe’s Poke ball. The Growlithe held a level gaze until Christine gasped, making the Pokémon blink in surprise. “I know! Your new name is Hero!” the little red head said proudly. Hero grinned: he liked the name. Christine smiled a toothy smile and trotted over to her parents.
“Look! I got a new Pokémon! His name’s Hero!” She exclaimed, pointing down towards the Puppy Pokémon at her feet. Mother and Father looked at their daughter in surprise, then down at the Growlithe. It wagged its tail in greeting. How could they say no?
“Looks like we’ll have you get you a Trainer’s ID then.”
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"Come on Hero! We're gonna miss them!" Christine yelled to the Growlithe. It was October, only a month after the fire at the police station. She had turned eleven not three days ago. At her party, she had been talking to some not-so-close friends while everyone was eating cake.
"No way!"
"Come on!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"What're you guys arguing about?" Christine asked the three. They looked at her, then at each other and grinned.
"Oh, nothing. We were just saying that Jake here is too much of a fraidy-Skitty to go into the abandoned mansion at the edge of town." The boy named Jake just growled and crossed his arms. "But," the other boy named Skylar said, "I'm sure that you wouldn't be scared of some dumb old ghost story."
"What ghost story?" Christine asked, trying to remember if she had heard any ghost stories about the abandoned mansion. There were too many to count.
"Well," Skylar said, leaning in closer, "They say that an old man used to live there all by himself. Well, nearly; he had a Shuppet for company. He was mad that all these people moved so close to his house over the years, so he locked himself up in the house. When he died, it was weeks before anyone even noticed he wasn't there. When the police went in to find his body, they were attacked by a bunch of ghost Pokemon. They were put in the loony bin because they were so messed up after that. They said that they were attacked by not just Pokemon, but the ghost of the old man too. They said that he was furious that people had entered his house, and that he would kill anyone who ever tried to get into his house again.
"Businesses have tried to tear down the mansion, but they've always had either equipment trouble, or the demolishioners would walk off. Said that they didn't like the feel of the place. Lots of kids have gone into the house - either out of their own curiosity or on dares, but few ever come back out all right. Most come out babbling about old men or ghosts, or even a sarcophagus. One guy came out crying hysterically about a doll that came to life and attacked him with needles. Needless to say, no one has come out without some sort of mental problem."
Christine was shaking slightly. She wasn't one to scare easily, but this was one story that had gotten to her. Skylar saw this and continued with his story. "They say on Halloween that the ghost Pokemon really get riled up. They say they go out and steal the souls of kids that wander to close to the house and bring them back to the ghost of the old man, who eats them to get stronger. We were gonna go this Halloween to see if it's true, but Jake is backing out," he glared at the boy next to him, "so we need another person to go with us."
"You could pay me a bazillion Poke dollars," Jake said, his arms still crossed, "and you STILL wouldn't get me to go into that house."
"I'll do it!" Christine said eagerly. Skylar and the third boy named Matt grinned at each other.
"You're in."
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Christine hurried to catch up to Skylar and Matt. They had just passed the last of the houses in the neighborhood, and were walking along the unlit street. There was no sight of the mansion yet.
"So where's the mansion?" Christine asked when she caught up to the two boys. Skylar pointed to the woods in front of them.
"The mansion's on the hill at the end of this road. About two minutes and we'll be there." the boy said, and then continued on in silence. Just as he said, in two minutes the mansion came into view. It was enormous; it had to have had about thirty or forty rooms. Christine shook slightly as the drive of the mansion came into view. At one time it would have looked beautiful, but now it had been overrun with ivy vines and the walls were crumbling. The fountain in the center of the drive was once a beautiful Persian, but now looked like a horrifying feral Pokemon with snarling teeth and crumbling beady eyes.
"Come on Christine!" Skylar said. He and Matt were already at the front door. Christine trotted up to the front door, taking in the sight of the snarling Luxray doorknockers. Skylar pushed the unlocked door open and stepped inside, followed by Matt and Christine. The inside was even creepier than the outside. It was almost pitch black in the house, the full moon being the only source of light. In the darkness, Christine could see massive amounts of cobwebs, indicating that Spinarak or Joltik had once made their home here. The giant staircase in the center of the front room was made of now crumbling marble, the once red carpet now almost completely eaten away. Beyond the staircase, the room was completely black, making the trio reluctant to press forward.
"Let's go this way," Skylar said, gesturing towards a hallway to their left that had a whole wall made of windows. Matt and Christine nodded eagerly, wanting to stay in the light as much as possible. They made their way down the hall and came out in the dining room. It was not as dark as the front room, but the sight in front of them made them wish it was. The long dining table was rotten, almost too thin to stand upright, but it was set like someone was still there, and was about ready to eat. They quickly made their way to another room.
The next room was pitch black, making the three kids freeze in their tracks. "Hero, use Ember..." Christine whispered, and the room was suddenly filled with a red glow. They were standing in the kitchen, which looked like any other kitchen. If it hadn't been for the Woobats and Zubats roosting in the ceiling, it would have been a relief to find this normal room. The bat Pokemon screeched as the firelight from Hero's Ember stung at their eyes. The kids had to throw themselves onto the floor to keep from being beaten with wings. When the 'bats had emptied out of the room, the two boys glared at Christine and Hero, who promptly ceased his Ember torch.
After wandering through the rooms on the first floor, they made their way back to the front room. Christine was about to go back out into the drive when Skylar jerked his thumb over to the staircase.
"Let's go up there!" he said. The fact that they had seen no ghosts had given him courage, and he was determined to explore the entire house before he left. Christine and Matt reluctantly backed away from the door and followed Skylar up the stairs.
The second floor was brighter than the first, but that made it all the creepier. The electric chandeliers hung heavy from the ceiling, their electricity being replaced with more cobwebs. "These must be bedrooms," Skylar said, opening a few doors to find rooms with rotten beds and dressers. They walked down the hallway, finding nothing more interesting than old bedrooms and bathrooms. A few Rattata scampered down the hallway, but they weren't frightening, so the trio ignored them. They reached the end of the hallway, having opened all the doors as they went. They were about to turn back when they noticed that the hallway didn't end; it turned right down an empty hallway. Well, almost empty. At the end of this hallway was one lonely door. It seemed to draw the children to it, and before they knew it they were reaching out to turn the doorknob.
This room was by far the creepiest room they had been in. It was the master bedroom, the giant bed and furniture being the clear indication. The room wasn't creepy because of its cobwebs and rotten furniture, it wasn't even creepy because of the doll sitting in the rocking chair, what was creepy was this room WASN'T rotten. The furniture was solid and beautiful; like it was taken good care of by someone.
The three looked at each other, trying to decide where to go next, when Skylar's eyes widened in horror, looking at something behind Matt and Christine. The two turned around slowly to find that the doll in the rocking chair was staring at them with glowing red eyes. Hero growled at the thing angrily. In what felt like slow motion, the doll started to float in the air, looking limp and lifeless despite the movement and the glowing eyes.
The children watched in horror as the doll jerked in a possessed fashion and slowly started to float towards them. They backed away from the doll slowly, until they found themselves tripping over the sofa in the center of the room. They sat back in the sofa, not being able to realize that they should get up and run for the door. Hero barked wildly at the possessed doll, then wimpered as it floated right in front of the couch, still making its jerky motions. Suddenly, it threw back its head and froze, surprising the trio. They stared horrified as its head slowly came back into view. Christine had time to see that the doll had a zippered mouth before its eyes were back in view. It floated there for a few moments, just glaring at them menacingly, then it leaned forward and unzipped its mouth halfway. Darkness poured from its mouth and formed into grotesque and horrifying shapes. Its eyes glowed white and lost their pupils as more darkness filled the room.
Then, the mouth unzipped all the way, releasing a wave of darkness and horror. It swirled and condensed into a single form that was impossible to describe. The skin that had been the Banette - as Christine was now sure that it was - crumpled into a heap on the floor, and the dark spirit that had been released roared in fury. The kids screamed as the demon pounded its dark fists on either side of the couch, causing the floor to buckle and give way undeneath them. It roared again as the couch fell through the floor, landing in the parlor on the floor below. Skylar, Matt and Christine looked at each other wide-eyed, and moved to get off the couch when the floor underneath them cracked. In a stomach lurching moment, the floor gave way again and sent them plummetting into the basement.
"Everyone all right?" Skylar asked as the dust settled. The two groaned an affirmative and crawled off the couch. Looking around, Christine noticed that the basement was unfinished. The concrete walls stretched for what seemed like forever. Copper water pipes snaked along the ceiling, some dripping a constant ooze from their insides. The three walked slowly, keeping an eye out for ghosts or other evil things in the darkness. Hero walked along cautiously by Christine's side, looking left and right for any danger that might threaten his human.
The room suddenly ended, a hallway the only means of continuing. "I hope that there's a staircase or something through here," Skylar mumbled as he led the way into the hall. It almost immediately angled downward, but being the only way to proceed, the kids continued downward. The end of the hallway opened up into another room, but it wasn't pitch black as was expected. The walls glowed an eerie blue, but there was nothing on the walls that indicated lights or some other light-producing object. There was nothing in this room except for a box at the back. Curious, the three kids and Growlithe wandered closer to the box, realizing that it was bigger than they had originally expected. They approached the box, noting that it was ornately decorated and was very colorful.
"Wonder what's in the box," Matt said, moving to open the lid.
Christine snatched his hand away, not bothering to take her eyes from the box. "I don't think it's a storage box," she said, starting to shake violently, "I think...it's a coffin." The two boys' faces turned pale, and all three of them stared at the sarcophagus.
"Let's get outta here," Skylar whispered, and all three turned and scrambled for the exit. *Bang! Bang!* two doors - the one that they had come in from and another on the other wall - slammed shut, cutting off their escape. The three started to hysterically bang on the door, trying to get it to open when a creak behind them made them freeze. They turned to find the coffin had stood itself up, and was now glowing in the eerie blue light of the room. It stood there motionless for a few moments looking menacing, then a pair of glowing red eyes peered out from inside the coffin. The three screamed as four hands made of shadow slithered out of the sides of the sarcophagus.
The walls erupted in a roiling mass of eyes and limbs, and Ghastlies and Duskulls phased into the room. The kids screamed louder and threw all their weight and fear at the door. It opened with a wood shattering crack, and the three were instantly sprinting up the hallway, a river of ghost Pokemon following close behind. They had thankfully chosen the door they had not been through, and were greeted with the sight of a staircase leading up to the first floor. They took the stairs three or four at a time, and bursted out into the first floor ballroom. They could hear the shrieks and calls of the ghost Pokemon close behind, and redoubled their speed as they crossed the dusty marble floor and burst through the double door into the drawing room. They ran through the mansion until they came to the wonderful sight of the open front doors. They were mere yards away from freedom when the large doors suddenly slammed shut, the demon that was the Banette blocking them from the kids' sights completely.
The beast roared as Christine charged forward, sprinting towards the doors she knew were on the other side. The two boys stopped as she disappeared into the dark form in front of them, an evil laugh coming from its toothy maw.
Christine stepped cautiously through the swirling darkness. Something was wrong. She had taken too many steps; she should have felt the door by now.
You will never leave, a voice somewhere in the darkness whispered to her, my master will be most pleased to have a few more souls to add to his...collection. Christine breathed heavily, the air around her was beginning to thin. Hero pressed himself against her legs, trying his best to protect her from this monster that was all around them. Christine was more than hysterical at this time, throwing her hands out in every direction to try to find the door. The darkness was closing in; she could see contorted faces in the blackness around her.
She started to cry, feeling that it was hopeless to try to get out any more. Hero whined as Christine sank to the floor, the faces around her coming closer. Hero growled protectively and unleashed a flurry of Ember attacks. The faces screamed in unison and faded away. Hero noticed this and began to shoot off Embers in every direction. The beast itself started to scream, and finally backed away entirely. Christine breathed in fresh air, and looked up to find that she was sitting right in front of the front door. Skylar and Matt were in the fetal position on the floor, covering their heads as ghost-Pokemon swooped over them.
"Come on!" Christine called as she opened the front door. The two boys scrambled to their feet and ran for the door. They burst out into the drive and ran for the gate, the ghosts not far behind them. The three threw themselves out onto the road and slammed the gate behind them. The ghosts stopped short of the gate and glowered at the three, clearly displeased at having their prey escape them. The three did not take time to gloat; they sprang to their feet and ran for the city, knowing that none of them would be the same after this night.
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“Hey, Christine! We’re going to go hiking, so put on your hiking boots!” Barbara yelled into Christine’s hotel room. It had been six years since the red head had obtained her first Pokémon. At the moment, the Tennebraum family was on vacation in White Forest with one addition to the family: a six year old boy by the name of Tiberius. Hank had tried to talk Barbara out of naming the kid Tiberius, but Barbara reasoned that it was her grandfather’s name, thus it was fitting. They had resorted to calling him Tiber. He had dark purple, almost black, hair (like their mother) and bright green eyes (like their father). Even though his looks were vastly different from his sister's red hair and blue eyes (from their father and their mother respectfully), they still had that family resemblance.
“All right mom! All right!” Christine yelled back at her mother, pulling her hiking boots on.
“Chrissy, I can’t find my boots!” Tiber whined, digging through his little Toy Story suitcase.
“They’re over here Tiber," Christine said lamely as she held out his tiny shoes. The little boy clapped his hands and thanked his sister, then pulled them on and let Christine tie the laces. Once they had been properly tied, Tiber skipped out of the room with Christine right behind.
“Let's set up over here,” Barbara told her husband, picking out a shady spot underneath a tall tree.
"I'm gonna go explore," Christine told her parents, already turning and heading into a thicker patch of woods. Hero had burst from his Poke ball (like he always did when he was cooped up in it for more than an hour) and was trotting alongside his trainer.
"Don't go too far!" Hank called after her, holding the purple haired boy back by his shirt collar. Christine made her way into the woods, pulling out a sketchbook and a pencil as she went. A few minutes later, and she had found a nice secluded spot. She started sketching an Oran sapling when a twig snapping distracted her.
"Who's there?" she asked, bringing her legs up close to her chin. Hero stood alert and watchful, waiting for whatever it was to show itself. A rustling in the trees overhead caught both of their attention. Hero growled at the rustling, waiting for whatever it was to reveal itself. Christine held her breath as the creature emerged.
"Jol-Joltik!” The creature cried, crawling down the tree, a berry in its mouth. Christine let out a sigh of relief as she saw the Joltik crawl closer with a curious expression on its face.
"Aww, what a cutie,” Christine said, “Wait, wait, don’t move." The Joltik tilted its head curiously, the berry still in its mouth, as Christine scribbled in her sketchbook. After a few moments she turned the book around so the electric bug could see. “There, what do you think?” she asked. Joltik looked at it for a few moments, then looked up at Christine and smiled. Well, she thought it was a smile. She couldn’t really tell with the berry in the way. “Well,” she said, standing up, "I’m pretty sure that my parents are wondering where I am now. Goodbye little Joltik!" She walked off with Hero at her heels, but the Joltik was not ready to say goodbye. He had caught sight of Christine’s bright red hair...…
“All righty, we should be getting back to the rooms now,” Barbara said as they packed up the picnic supplies. Christine was helping fold up the blanket with Tiber, but he wasn't really paying attention. He was looking behind his big sister.
“Hey, when did you get a Joltik?" he asked curiously. Christine stared at him for a second, then turned to find the Joltik from earlier climbing up her leg. She giggled as it crawled up her side and into her hair.
“Well, I guess it followed me from the woods," she said, stroking its cheek with a finger. Joltik made a noise that sounded strangely like purring and nuzzled her finger. It then dove through her hair down to the backpack on her back. It rummaged through it until it found an extra Poke ball. Crawling back out of the bag, it jumped off of Christine to land in front of her. Before Christine could pluck the ball away from the strange bug, it had tapped the center of the ball with its face, capturing itself. Christine looked at the Poke ball dumbly for a moment, then picked it up and smiled.
"Can’t argue with a determined Pokémon, right Hero?” she asked her Growlithe. He wagged his tail in response.
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"Mom? Mom! Where’s my backpack?” Christine asked, throwing her piles of dirty laundry around the room. Three years had passed since her capture of Archer, the Joltik. During that time, Christine had traveled all over Unova, but hadn't taken a single Gym Challenge. Okay, if you count that time in Striaton City when she had accidentally gotten into a battle with Chili for telling him to go stick his head in cold water, then she had taken a Gym Challenge. The truth was: Christine just didn't find Unova to be an interesting place anymore. Sure, during her three years of travel it had been wonderful, but now it was just the same ol' same ol’.
“Never mind! I found it!” Christine yelled as she picked up her favorite backpack from under her bed. It was black with a fire, grass and water emblem on it. She ran down the stairs, Hero nipping playfully at her heels and Archer burrowing in her long red hair. She was packing for her trip overseas. She had heard of this new region called Furoh, and it had piqued her interest. It had taken her months to convince her mother to let her go, but it had finally paid off. As she tied a frying pan to her pack, her mother came in. It looked like she had been crying. “Mom, what’s wrong?” she asked, setting her pack down and going over to her mother.
"She doesn't want you to go Chrissy,” Tiber said from their mother’'s side. Christine looked into her mother’s eyes and knew that was what she had been crying about.
“Mom,” she said, hugging the older woman, "It's not like I’m going to be gone forever. Besides, you can call me any time. I have a device called a cell phone." Barbara smiled at her daughter.
“I know," she said, sniffling, "I just wish you didn't want to go so far away." She returned her daughter’s hug tightly, then released her and said, "Now hurry up and finish packing, or I might change my mind and never let you leave this house again!" Christine laughed and danced away as her mother tried to swat at her playfully.
A few hours later and the whole Tennebraum family was at the port city of Castelia. Christine was hugging her mother for the four hundredth time that day, but she didn't mind. When her mother finally let go, Christine quickly turned toward her little brother and ruffled his hair. He giggled and tried to shove her hand away, then gave up and wrapped his arms around his big sister's waist.
“Don’t be gone too long," he said, "And don't forget to send me a cool present for Christmas!” Christine laughed and ruffled Tiber’s hair again.
"That’s all you're worried about: whether you get the same amount of presents this year or not." She laughed to hide the mist that had formed in her eyes, then turned to her father. He smiled a kind of smile that only a parent can give to their child, then wrapped her up in his strong arms.
“Don't forget to call home as much as you can,” he said, squeezing her tight. Christine shut her eyes tight, a few stray tears falling to her cheeks. Hank let go of his daughter to wipe the tears from her eyes, then kissed her on the forehead. He then turned her swiftly around and pushed her toward the boat she was to get on. “Now go,” he said laughing, “or else you’ll never leave!”
Christine waved to her family from the boat deck until they disappeared over the horizon. Then, she set up camp at the very front of the bow of the boat and looked out across the vast expanse of ocean. Her future was somewhere out there. All that was standing in the way was the ocean.
Class: Trainer
Starting Pokemon:
Growlithe (M) (click to showhide)
Name: Hero
Starting Lvl: 10
Nature: Brave
Anomalies: Purple eyes instead of black
Personality: Was going to be a police Growlithe, but the station he was going to be employed at burned down, leaving Hero homeless. Christine adopted him shortly afterwards. Hero loves nothing better than being by Christine’s side. He protects her everywhere she goes. He hates being inside his Poke ball. He would like nothing more than to evolve so he can protect Christine even better.
Ability: Heart of Justice
Moves: *Double Kick, *Close Combat (lvl. 34), Bite, Roar, Ember, Leer
Heritage:
Mother: Arcanine
Father: Infernape
Grandfather: Nidoran M
Joltik (M) (click to showhide)
Name: Archer
Starting Lvl: 10
Nature: Serious
Anomalies: None
Personality: Christine found Archer in a tree in White Forest shooting berries with his Pin Missiles. Seeing Christine, Archer took a shine to her (probably because of her bright red hair) and followed her home. Never jokes around, uses his Spider Web and Pin Missile as a bow and arrow a lot. He loves to ride on Christine’s shoulder.
Ability: Compound Eyes
Moves: *Pin Missile, *Cross Poison (Lvl. 47), String Shot, Leech Life, Spider Web, Thunder Wave, Screech
Heritage:
Mother: Galvantula
Father: Ariados
Bulbasaur (M) (click to showhide)
Name: Khan
Starting Lvl.: 10
Nature: Hardy
Anomalies: Has heart spots in corners of eyes; eyes are green.
Personality: Khan is a mischievous Bulbasaur. He likes to get into people's stuff and steal things that appeal to him. Mostly he steals food, but he has been known to steal blankets or the odd shiny bauble. He loves to play "chase", meaning that Christine has to chase him while trying to return him to his ball. He usually stays out of his ball because of this.
Ability: Chlorophyll
Moves: *Ingrain, *Power Whip (Lvl. 40), Tackle, Growl, Leech Seed, Vine Whip
Heritage:
Mother: Venusaur
Father: Ferrothorn
Items:
Super Potion x5
Poke ball x10
Cell Phone
MP3 player
Digital Camera
Sketch Book/pencil
The biscuit's name is Waldorf.
2nd Character was approved by Kamaitachi.
This post has been edited by SaphireShadows: Jul 7 2011, 05:35 PM
Jul 2 2011, 01:19 AM
