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Species: Nidorino
Nickname: "King"
Looks/Picture:
Accesories: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: Teenager
Personality: "King" is a quiet, tactical, and yet intensely violent POKeMON. He is intelligent, which is not a common trait amongst the rash and dangerous species he hails from. He is a friendly POKeMON, except for when it comes to normal type POKeMON. It seems he has some odd grudge against those types of POKeMON that causes him to lose control when in the presence of one or more of their kind.
Type: Poison
Special Characteristics: More tactical and patient than most of his species.
Attacks:
1/ Peck
2/ Double Kick
3/ Fury Attack
4/ Poison Sting
History/Background Story: King grew up in a community of diverse types of POKeMON. He had a mother, father, brothers, sisters, and plenty of other POKeMON families that became like cousins, aunts, and uncles to him. Like many other communities, younger POKeMON would often get nicknames that seemed to fit them. However, King had never been given a nickname. It wasn't until their community was attacked by a band of normal type POKeMON that he would gain his nickname. A band of POKeMON filled with nothing but malice stormed their home and began attacking everyone, the stronger POKeMON fought them and tried to scare them off. However, the weaker and younger POKeMON just hid. King wasn't with his group, being the ones hiding, he was out there fighting for his home. He felt it was what he needed to do, and he had no other motives for doing it. When the normal POKeMON were chased off everyone regrouped and shared stories about what their experience was. No one but King's father knew what he had done. He told everyone of the bravery King showed, and how proud he was. A few POKeMON who were less than thrilled about the attention he was getting tried to muddy up his shining moment. They sarcastically called him "King", and tried to make fun of him. However, a few of King's better friends took the nickname as a compliment, and adopted it as his new nickname. From that day forward he was "King", a brave and small POKeMON who just wanted to protect his family.
After two years of peace the band came back. Naturally, King didn't hide this time either. He stood and fought along with two of his best friends who wouldn't let him fight alone that time. In the middle of the battle, they were being overwhelmed by twice as many POKeMON as there were of the three. It was then that King evolved, becoming a more powerful and intimidating form of his old self; a Nidorino. He attacked and quickly frightened off the POKeMON that attacked them, and moved on to help the others. Inspired by the sudden occurrence, his friends returned to the battle with renewed vigour. Once again they drove the POKeMON out of their home, and returned to a life of peace.
RP Sample:
The world was full of surprises, this Giju had learned several hundred years before. However, it seemed it was a lesson that would continue to repeat itself through his lifetime, no matter how clear he made it that he understood. Today, the surprise was a pleasant one. The fact that it was a pleasant surprise was a surprise in itself, considering the hell he lived within. Giju stood up at the sudden burst of multiple spiritual pressures, and looked out the whole in the wall of his cave. The cave was impossible to find, and yet out in the open. It was a massive hill disguised like sand which had been hollowed out in the middle of the desert. Only he had means of finding it as far as he knew, so he was rarely ever disturbed from his machine-inventing. However, this pressure was not one he could ignore like the others. It seemed a spiritual pressure he hadn't felt since the days Tamaki had become an espada had spiked, along with a shinigami's and one that seemed to be a mixture of the two. Confused, Giju looked up from his work.
He smiled as he put the pieces together, today was his day. Suddenly, a whole burst outward from the wall of the hill, forming a doorway through which he could shunpo to his destination. He would appear at the hole a shinigami had left in the wall of Las Noches, further proof that what he had been waiting for had happened. Giju sprinted forward, slowed down a bit by his heavy sealed zanpakuto. The massive copper gauntlets spewed steam from different spouts as they pumped up and down, moving as he ran. The copper spouts attached to his back also released clouds of steam, keeping the heated water from becoming too pressurized and causing the pipes to explode. No breath seemed to come from the metallic mask that covered his face, no sound came from his mouth and his chest did not move as if his lungs were working.
Giju's bangs flapped behind him as he ran, covering his distinctly pointed ears and the majority of the scars left on the upper half of his face. His piercing gray eyes scanned the hallways as he searched for the spiritual pressure. Suddenly, he felt the pressure stop moving and mimicked this action. Heavy feet fell on the quartz floor of the massive castle as Giju slowed to a walking pace, hoping not to startle the Shinigami. To show that he was not an arrancar, Giju spiked his own reiatsu just slightly, enough for the man to recognize the nature of his powers. He rose both gauntlets above his hand like a criminal who had just been cornered by police, to show that he was not attacking. Once he was sure that he had taken every precaution, he turned the corner to face the shinigami.
Nickname: "King"
Looks/Picture:
Accesories: N/A
Gender: Male
Age: Teenager
Personality: "King" is a quiet, tactical, and yet intensely violent POKeMON. He is intelligent, which is not a common trait amongst the rash and dangerous species he hails from. He is a friendly POKeMON, except for when it comes to normal type POKeMON. It seems he has some odd grudge against those types of POKeMON that causes him to lose control when in the presence of one or more of their kind.
Type: Poison
Special Characteristics: More tactical and patient than most of his species.
Attacks:
1/ Peck
2/ Double Kick
3/ Fury Attack
4/ Poison Sting
History/Background Story: King grew up in a community of diverse types of POKeMON. He had a mother, father, brothers, sisters, and plenty of other POKeMON families that became like cousins, aunts, and uncles to him. Like many other communities, younger POKeMON would often get nicknames that seemed to fit them. However, King had never been given a nickname. It wasn't until their community was attacked by a band of normal type POKeMON that he would gain his nickname. A band of POKeMON filled with nothing but malice stormed their home and began attacking everyone, the stronger POKeMON fought them and tried to scare them off. However, the weaker and younger POKeMON just hid. King wasn't with his group, being the ones hiding, he was out there fighting for his home. He felt it was what he needed to do, and he had no other motives for doing it. When the normal POKeMON were chased off everyone regrouped and shared stories about what their experience was. No one but King's father knew what he had done. He told everyone of the bravery King showed, and how proud he was. A few POKeMON who were less than thrilled about the attention he was getting tried to muddy up his shining moment. They sarcastically called him "King", and tried to make fun of him. However, a few of King's better friends took the nickname as a compliment, and adopted it as his new nickname. From that day forward he was "King", a brave and small POKeMON who just wanted to protect his family.
After two years of peace the band came back. Naturally, King didn't hide this time either. He stood and fought along with two of his best friends who wouldn't let him fight alone that time. In the middle of the battle, they were being overwhelmed by twice as many POKeMON as there were of the three. It was then that King evolved, becoming a more powerful and intimidating form of his old self; a Nidorino. He attacked and quickly frightened off the POKeMON that attacked them, and moved on to help the others. Inspired by the sudden occurrence, his friends returned to the battle with renewed vigour. Once again they drove the POKeMON out of their home, and returned to a life of peace.
RP Sample:
The world was full of surprises, this Giju had learned several hundred years before. However, it seemed it was a lesson that would continue to repeat itself through his lifetime, no matter how clear he made it that he understood. Today, the surprise was a pleasant one. The fact that it was a pleasant surprise was a surprise in itself, considering the hell he lived within. Giju stood up at the sudden burst of multiple spiritual pressures, and looked out the whole in the wall of his cave. The cave was impossible to find, and yet out in the open. It was a massive hill disguised like sand which had been hollowed out in the middle of the desert. Only he had means of finding it as far as he knew, so he was rarely ever disturbed from his machine-inventing. However, this pressure was not one he could ignore like the others. It seemed a spiritual pressure he hadn't felt since the days Tamaki had become an espada had spiked, along with a shinigami's and one that seemed to be a mixture of the two. Confused, Giju looked up from his work.
He smiled as he put the pieces together, today was his day. Suddenly, a whole burst outward from the wall of the hill, forming a doorway through which he could shunpo to his destination. He would appear at the hole a shinigami had left in the wall of Las Noches, further proof that what he had been waiting for had happened. Giju sprinted forward, slowed down a bit by his heavy sealed zanpakuto. The massive copper gauntlets spewed steam from different spouts as they pumped up and down, moving as he ran. The copper spouts attached to his back also released clouds of steam, keeping the heated water from becoming too pressurized and causing the pipes to explode. No breath seemed to come from the metallic mask that covered his face, no sound came from his mouth and his chest did not move as if his lungs were working.
Giju's bangs flapped behind him as he ran, covering his distinctly pointed ears and the majority of the scars left on the upper half of his face. His piercing gray eyes scanned the hallways as he searched for the spiritual pressure. Suddenly, he felt the pressure stop moving and mimicked this action. Heavy feet fell on the quartz floor of the massive castle as Giju slowed to a walking pace, hoping not to startle the Shinigami. To show that he was not an arrancar, Giju spiked his own reiatsu just slightly, enough for the man to recognize the nature of his powers. He rose both gauntlets above his hand like a criminal who had just been cornered by police, to show that he was not attacking. Once he was sure that he had taken every precaution, he turned the corner to face the shinigami.
