Post by Ichigo on Aug 6, 2009 12:50:25 GMT -5
Character
[/u][/size][/center]Name: Mizuki "The Devil" Pembrooke
Age: 15 years
Gender: Female
Pokemorph: Houndoom
Appearance: Mizuki is a very curvy woman. Her body would be attractive to many men if she were normal. She has long black hair with a perpetual sheen to it, and she rarely cuts it. This has allowed it to reach her knees in length. She has a cold, hard gaze that is constantly maintained, and her bright red eyes make it even more unnerving. She wears a black tank top, a black sweater when it gets cold out, blue jeans, and blood red sandals (and black sneakers for rough terrain).
This is where Mizuki's normality ends. Her teeth are sharper than normal, especially her canines, making her look fierce. She has large curved horns that she doesn't even bother trying to hide. She has a long, thin, black tail with an arrow tip at the end. Her fingernails and toenails are naturally longer than they should be.
Personality: There is a reason she is called The Demon. None have faced her rage and gotten away scott free. She has a horrible temper, getting mad over one little slip of the tongue. She has what is known as silent rage. Most of the time, she is indifferent about the world around her, barely acknowledging anyone. But if you say something that makes her mad, everything changes. She becomes utterly silent, and puts on a calm face, but deep down she is bloodthirsty and seething.
Despite her threats, she has never actually killed anyone. The most she's ever done is maim. She prefers to let someone live and suffer instead of die quickly. Her behavior leads many people to avoid her, and she claims that it doesn't bother her at all; she likes it better alone. Deep down, when someone runs away from her, she cries a little inside.
The truth is, true to her Pokemon, she longs for a pack, and can't stand being alone. The difficulty is figuring out what to say so that people won't run away screaming. She tries to make friends, but her temper gets the better of her most of the time. She hopes that a Pokemon journey will help her to find others who like her for her.
History: She wasn't always a demon; in fact, long ago Mizuki Pembrooke was the sweetest little angel child anyone could ever know. She disliked fights, and always looked after others. She was surrounded by friends and family, and they always loved her. It was the happiest time of her life; almost like a beautiful dream.
But all dreams end at some point. When she was 7, she and Karasu decided to go off exploring for a little bit. She promised her parents that she'd be back soon so that they wouldn't worry. They hadn't gone very far when the weather began to change. Karasu could tell something was up and tried to warn her, but couldn't do it in time. A split second later, two strange men knocked her out, tossed her in a burlap sack, and carried her off.
When she finally came to, that's when things got strange...
Slowly, Mizuki managed to open her eyes. What happened? How had she gotten here? Her head hurt so much... Why did it hurt?
"Karasu..?" she rasped, startled by the sound of her own voice.
"Oh, good! You're up!" the daemon answered. "I was getting really worried. Are you okay?"
"Not really. Where are we?"
"I don't know. It's too dark for me to see anything. All I can really tell is that we're in a cage of some kind."
"What?" Mizuki tried to stand up, but ended up banging her already sore head on the top of the cage. "Ow..."
As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could see a bit more of her surroundings. The cage she was in was barely big enough to hold her, greatly restricting her movement. Except for her and Karasu, the room was empty. What exactly was this place?
The sudden light nearly blinded her. A needle was in her arm, and she knew no more.
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When she came to (for the second time today), she quickly found that she couldn't move. Her body was strapped down tightly to something, keeping her from moving. She quickly grew afraid; what was going to happen to her?
"It's useless to struggle; there's no possible way for a seven year old girl to break free from these restraints," a man told her. She tried to see the source of the voice, but she couldn't turn her head far enough.
"My dear girl, what do you know about Pokemorphs?" he asked.
"What?" She didn't know anything about them; her parents had never told her.
"So it seems that you know nothing. Well, you're about to find out anyways." She didn't like the sound of that. Another needle caused her to black out one last time.
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Something felt strange when she woke up the third time. Her body felt weird, and she didn't know why. Karasu was curled up next to her, and when she stirred, he woke up.
"Great, you're up! Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine... I think. I feel weird. Can you see anything different about me?" she asked back.
He looked her up and down. "Well, for starters, you have horns and a tail like a Houndoom."
"What?!"
"And your nails and teeth are sharper than they were."
Mizuki felt all over her body for these changes he claimed he saw. Horns on her head, a tail, fangs and claws... they were all there. How had this happened? Did those people do it while she was unconcious? Maybe... was she a Pokemorph?! Tears welled up in her eyes and she cried softly, with only Karasu for comfort.
She spent a long time in there, being tested on painfully. No matter how much she howled, no one paid her any heed except for Karasu. One day, she resisted the tranquilizer through sheer force of will and escaped through the vents when everyone let their guards down. She got as far away as she possibly could before collapsing.
It was rough, but she finally found her home. She knocked and entered, but no one answered. She was starving at this point, so she took some food from the cupboard. That was when her mother spotted her...
"Who... who are you?" Mizuki froze for a moment, and slowly turned to face the voice. Her mother was standing there, holding a wooden bat.
"Mom! Mom, it's me, Mizuki! I'm finally home!" Mizuki was happy to see her. She was finally home, back with people who loved her...
"Get out. Get out of this house. You're not my little Mizuki; you're a demon."
"What? Mom, I know I look different, but it really is me!"
"My little girl died when she went out into the woods by herself six months ago! And now you're coming in here, stealing from us and pretending to be her?! You little monster! I never want to see you here again!"
"But mom-"
"Stop calling me that! You are not my child! Get out!"
Mizuki barely escaped with her life. Why? Someone who had once loved her more than anything now hated her and treated her like garbage. The next few weeks were worse as she wandered around her hometown. She heard what people were saying about her...
"See that girl there? The one with the freaky horns and tail? She's trying to tell people that she's Mizuki."
"What? That little beast! Does she honestly think we'll buy that?"
"Yeah; she died six months ago, and now this creepy girl's trying to disgrace her memory."
"The Mizuki I knew wasn't a monster."
"She can't be her."
Every night, Mizuki returned to the woods, curled up in a den somewhere and cried to herself. Karasu tried to comfort her, but it never worked. Eventually, the sweet little girl everyone knew changed...
"Hey, Karasu? They're right."
"No, they're not! You're not a monster, Mizuki," he protested.
"Not about that. It's true; the old Mizuki died when she was changed. I hate them all, Karasu. I wish they were dead."
And with that, the last of her innocence shattered.
Mizuki completely changed after that; she became cold and indifferent to everyone around her. She hated everyone because they hated her. But eventually, she started to grow lonely. Maybe a Pokemon journey would help...
Career: Pokemon Trainer
The Daemon
[/u][/size][/center]Name: Karasu
Form (If settled): Murkrow
Favourite Form/s (If not settled): None
Appearance: Karasu's feathers are blacker than those of a normal Murkrow.
Personality: Karasu hates himself for not being able to help Mizuki while she suffered. He wants to be able to help her when she needs it. He will glare angrily at anyone who stares at or insults Mizuki. He is very vocal about his rage; the total opposite of her calm rage. He has an uncontrollable urge to follow anything shiny.
