Post by Birdybot on Mar 19, 2009 14:29:28 GMT -5
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Today this could be
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//name:: Sulteron Aduro Koagle
//age:: 14 years
//birthday:: 15th February
//gender:: Female
//sexuality:: Straight
//career:: Trainer
//species:: Shiny Espeon Pokémorph[/size]
The greatest day of our lives
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Sulteron is fairly average in her appearance, aside from her being an Espeon Pokémorph. Her face is oval shaped, the features of it in proportion. Her eyes are fairly eye-catching, which may decieve you into thinking that they are larger than normal, but they're not. They are an unusual colour, a soft lilac. They manage to be both bright and soft at the same time. They are deep, with many swirling shades within them. They change in shade, barely noticably, depending on her emotions. They darken if she is sad or feeling dull emotions, and brighten if she is feeling a passionate or energetic emotion, like happiness or anger. More impressive is the jewel in the centre of her forehead. A stunning ruby red, it glimmers in more shades than her eyes. It, too, shines sometimes. Both her eyes and occasionally her jewel flash when she uses a power.
Sulteron's hair is smooth and straight, reaching a little past her shoulders. It shines in the sunlight, a golden brown colour. It is very easy to run a hairbrush through it, and feels soft to the touch. Poking through at the top are Sulteron's ears. Pointed, cat like, mint green Espeon ears, not too long but not too short, break through Sulteron's hair to enable her hearing. She can hear excelently, better than a human thanks to their shape. Below them are tufts of green fur. These appear on an Espeon, too. Sulteron's are about 10cm long, and continue in a stripe on either side of her face, but the fur there is only around half a centimetre long. This serves her no purpose, it's just an Espeon trait that made it through into her body.
Sulteron is average height, her ears bringing her up to something just a tiny bit over average height. She is also light, skinny and agile. Her Espeon DNA enable her to run a little faster, jump a little higher, and so on, than other people. She doesn't look it, though. She has a vaugly fragile appearance, but those who test it out discover that it is false. Her feet are more like paws than normal, with harder soles. This makes it difficult for her to wear shoes, so she generally goes for sandals or bare feet. This contrubtes only slightly to her agile abilities; the main factor is her tail. Her tail is thick and flexible, extending from the base of her spine. It is long and green, fluffier than the average Espeon. At the tip, it splits into two. This tail helps her to balance, and is a very useful thing.
Around her neck Sulteron always wears her most precious item - a locket, dangling from a chain of pure gold. It seems to be from long ago; curious runes are embossed upon its polished surface, and there is no date. It must be very expensive, or even a priceless artifact, as it is etched with carvings of ancient events and pokemon, and is embedded with rubies to match the orb on her head. She has never managed to open it.
Lastly, Sulteron's clothes. As a Pokémorph, she often stands out. That's why Sulteron always does her best to dress simply. Another reason is because she can't afford much else, but that's getting off topic. Sulteron wouldn't be caught dead in a dress or skirt, loving the plainer jeans and T-shirt outfit. The T-shirt she wears is generally soft red or purple, and occasionally green. If it's cold, she'd put on a cream jacket, a jumper that matches the colour of her T-shirt, or if it's really cold, a thick white coat. She hates dark colours like black or grey, as you can imagine from an Espeon. Her jeans will always have a crude hole cut into them for her tail to slip through, sewn up around the edges. She'd not much of a tailor, but she gets by all right.
Let's make a new start
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Sulteron is a cheerful an bright person. She's energetic and happy most of the time, and is an easy person to be around. She has a good sense of humour, and brushes off insults. Sulteron likes to make people happy and finds it easy to make friends because people can't help but smile when they get to know her. She loves it when people laugh, and finds it horrible to see someone being sad. If someone is sad, she will do whatever she can to make them happy again. She will go to great lengths for people, making her a loyal friend, a valuable person to have on your side. She tries to please as many people as she possibly can, and is therefore without a doubt a 100% pure soul.
Despite all this sunny, happy personality, Sulteron can sometimes confine herself to herself, mostly out of sight of others. She can sometimes let the weight of her past overwhelm her, and curl up and break down crying. When she reflects on her past, which is often most every night, her face has a glazed blank look, and she would hug her knees, Jizu trying to calm her. She gets deeply sad about these times, and still has nightmares. She might seem to be an ever-cheerful person not bothered by anything, but when alone, she can cry. She hates what happened to her, and would love to change her past.
As an Espeon Pokémorph, she is psychic . However, she does not take pride in her psychic ability. She is, although she would never admit it, afraid of these powers. She won't use them very often as a result. She can read minds, but she does not like to intrude on someones privacy. She can speak telepathically, but rarely uses this, for most times she has done so, the person or Pokémon being spoken to had screamed or fainted or something to that description. Sometimes, if she is in one of those moments of great danger, she can accidently speak through her mind. She can also move things with her mind, something which she is more comfortable with, but still does not do this so often. She keeps it a secret for the most part, for she does not want to frighten people or make them hate her or something. The only power she doesn't mind using is the simple one to tell predict the weather, something which isn't exactly too amazing.
The future is ours to find
[/font]Visit my past![/color][/center]
Ah, now we move onto the past Sulteron so hates. She is an oddity, in that she was born a Pokémorph to Pokémorph parents, but that will be explained in greater detail later. We shall start at the beginning. To do this, we must turn to a time before Sulteron was even born. Her parents had been kidnapped as twenty-year-olds, and been experimented on. We join them ten years or so later.
Lentian and Belit Koagle, Sulteron's parents, were shivering inside a damp, dirty cage, awaiting the results of the latest test. The test they never thought they'd take. Well, only Lentian had taken it. The woman shuddered, feeling Belit's arm around her, not that it mattered. Her creamy tail flicked to one side, her red-orange ears lowered. She stroked a line of the same orange-red fur on Belit, sighing. It felt strange for both of them. They were both warmer, stronger, their tails bushier and ears more carefully shaped, their ruffs bigger. They were Flareon Pokémorphs, a change the result of being force-fed food with a Fire Stone crumbled into it. They'd almost died, and only recently recovered. That had been a week ago, perhaps a few days more- it was hard to keep track of time while being held captive in a laboratory.
A scientist, grinning horribly, approached their cage. He was a lot like the others; tall, thin, gangly, with greasy hair, spots and glasses. He smiled more broadly, as if laughing at some hilarious joke. "Guess what? The test came up postitive!" he cackled, then rushed away. Lentian and Belit looked at each other in horror. The test had been a pregnancy test, and the result of that meant that Lentain the Flareon Pokémorph was pregnant with the child of Belit the Flareon Pokémorph. Oh, no. A pregnant Pokémorph couldn't be good news, could it? What kind of messed-up DNA would their children end up with from that? For Lentian, the world became a sort of cruel dream, and her expression turned blank and she stared at her belly, feeling deeply sorry for the child inside.
Over the next nine months, Lentian was strapped down to a bed and closely monitered. Every fragment of DNA forming the new child was monitered- and you can imagine the scientists' joy at discovering that Lentian was having twins. They watched at how the Pokémon and human DNA wrote themselves, much neater than Lentian or Belit's DNA, for theirs had been forced in about a year ago. The children caused Lentian greater pain and sickness than a normal pregnancy, but the ruthless scientist ignored her screams and carried on. She was allowed off the bed, of course, but not for very much time. Hours at most to see Belit, and even then she was hooked up to all sorts of machines. In the later weeks, some of these were life support connected to her new wheelchair.
After about two months of the pregnancy, the scientists decided they would try and see if something worked. A few Pokémorph children had been recorded before, but they wanted to see if they could try something new. What if they could make humans the offspring of Pokémorphs? They attempted sugery for this multiple times, finding that with the current technology the most they could do was to set the children as little time bombs; they would be human, until of course they activated their Pokémon DNA, at which point they would, if things went according to plan, go through a quick and extremely painful change until they were Pokémorphs. This caused problems for Lentian; hence the life support machines. Finally, however, this proved sucessful; the twins Denkou and Sulteron were born, appearing to be human... for now.
Denkou and Sulteron were closely monitered until they were about two years old. It was then that they met their parents for the first time. Their parents were overcome with both joy and horror; the twins did not look good. They were in a shameful condition, their hair straggly and bodies covered in cuts, bruises and scars. But at least they could be a family. Over the next few years, the two Pokémorphs and strange twins were allowed to stay together in their shameful cage. They made many attempts to break out, all failing. Far more tests and experiments were ran on the twins than their parents. They ran through mazes, breathed into tubes, did all sorts of things. But they got through all the pain together. They still had each other, always. Then came a day, when Sulteron and Denkou were six years old.
The scientists approached the Pokémorphs' cage. Despite being used to this sort of thing by now, Lentian and Belit held their children tight; the expressions of the men were far from normal. It told them something more than the usual experiments was coming, yet they could not tell what. The two Flareon 'morphs clutched their human looking twins tightly, their Flareon formed dæmons snarling fiercely while the twins' took the forms of Rattata, hiding up the childrens' shirts. The scientists tutted, puttly Lentian and Belit away and zapping them with a tazer for good measure. "Don't try to resist, it'll only make things worse. We only need the twins for this. You two, stay put! You'll see each other again, probably, although you won't be quite like this at all." he smiled evilly, grabbing the children roughly and dragging them out, wailing and clutching their dæmons pitifully.
The twins were dragged to a room ressembling a surgery, containing two beds. Both were surrounded by all manner of life support machines, although of course the two six-year-olds didn't reckognize them. Sulteron gripped her brother's hand tightly, a Pichu-formed Jizu barely daring to peer out through her hair. Denkou's dæmon, Azoru, was in the form of a Sentret cowering at his feet. "It'll be all right, won't it? Mummy wouldn't let anything bad happen, would she?" Sulteron asked Denkou, her voice barely a whisper for fear. Denkou had fear in his eyes, too, and nodded his little head hopefully. The scientists had, by then, finished preparing everything, and forced the youngster onto the beds. No-one knew at this point about the whole time-bomb thing aside from the scientists, and they aimed to set it off right now. Sulteron felt metal chains dig painfully into her arms and legs, pinning her down as a needle went into her arm. She had just enough time to read that it said 'Pokémorph switch', not really understanding that before her world went black.
When her eyes fluttered open again, she was firstly aware of an annoying beeping sound. Urgh, make it go away! As more of her senses came to her, she felt an itching feeling around her neck, on top of her head, and at the base of her spine. Huh? As she bacame more focused on the real world, the itching turned to burning. Sulteron gave a moan that turned into a scream of pain as a scientist jabbed her. He frowned, and he had reason to; simply poking someone shouldn't hurt that much. The six-year-old whimpered. "Jizu? Jizu, where are you... please say they haven't done anything to you!" she grew more paniced, until the same scientist became worried at her rising heart rate and prodded the dæmon with a stick- even they hadn't sunk so low as to touching another's soul- until he moved towards his human.
~It's all right, Sulteron, I'm here. Ar-~ he was cut off by something he saw, his eyes widening in horror as he looked at his beloved human. ~WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER? TO US?!~ he shrieked at the scientist. Sulteron was puzzled. "Jizu, it's just a little pain." she tried to reassure him, but he was having none of it. ~Take a look at yourself! Go on!~ he told her angrily. Sulteron found that the metal chains had gone, and brought herself to sit up with great difficulty. She felt something against her back as she did so, and winced as she looked around to check. Rather than finding tubes linking her to machines- those were on her front- she saw...
"A... tail?" she said in surprise, looking at the fluffy silver tail. That wasn't hers, was it? No, it couldn't be, she wasn't like her parents. Just a trick. She could prove it; she wriggled what would be lower than her spine had anything been there. The tail twitched. She began to panic, testing it again. Again, it worked- she prodded it, she could feel the burning increase. The burning was coming from her tail- but what about the points of pain on her neck and head? With shaking hands, she felt her silvery neck ruff and long pointed ears. A scientist showed her a mirror; without a doubt, she was now a shiny Eevee Pokémorph. Glancing over, she could see that her brother was the same, just not a shiny. "Denkou! Denkou, wake up and touch the top of your head!" she called loudly, waking up the boy. He then felt his head- and all the way up to his eartips.
The time bomb experiment had been a huge success worth celebration from the scientists, which they did in the form of loud parties and many pointless experiments just to watch the 'morphs suffer. Not only had Sulteron and Denkou changed, but their dæmons, Jizu and Azoru had, too; their eyes were always brown and a strip of fur between their ears was always silver for Jizu, but sandy brown for Azoru. A couple of months later, they met their parents again, who were stunned speechless at the change in their children. They had been hoping they would be able to escape and live normal, human lives, but since their Pokémorph DNA had been set off and were now Eevee 'morphs, that wasn't possible.
Over the next two years, they made even more plans of escape, growing more and more desperate as they did so. All of these would fail to various degrees. Some were over before they started, some they managed to nearly get out the lab. Still, they remained there for those two years, being poked and prodded as usual. However, everything ends some day. The suffering of the Koagles ended one day when Sulteron and Denkou were eight. The scientists had decided to try and evolve them into Jolteon and Vaporeon 'morphs so they could experiment on different 'morphs and how the 'time bomb experiments' would deal with evolving, if they could evolve at all.
"Mummy, what are those rocks they's putting in our food?" Denkou asked, gripping his dæmon so tightly they shared a yelp of pain as she was squeezed too much. Lentian swallowed, stroking his hair. "I think those are evolution stones... they want to evolve you into Jolteon or Vaporeon 'morphs. Not sure who will be which." she whispered.
Sulteron and Denkou had both heard of this, and both automatically removed one hand from their dæmons and held hands, shaking in fear. "Mummy, you told us about that, it hurts, doesn't it? I don't want to evolve, I don't want to be hurt. What if it kills me? Mummy, daddy, help!" she managed to keep her voice quiet, but was on the edge of hysteria. Dots appeared before her eyes as her terror threatened to black her out. Denkou's mouth was open in a silent scream. They could see death before them in the form of food. They hugged each other close, as if that would banish the fear.
The scientists finished crumbling the evolution stones, and turned to the twins. They dashed inside, took one twin each by the collar, and dragged them out the cage, not locking it in case they needed to shut the twins inside quickly. Instead, a vicious Aerodactyl they'd revived guarded the entrance. Sulteron whimpered, eyes tightly closed as a scientist pushed her roughly to a spot. He held her their, her little eight-year-old self no match for him. It was the same story with her brother. All they could do was pitifully shiver, waiting for death to come. A scientist dug a spoon into the food, and-
"GYAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
A tremendous scream came from Sulteron. The food had not touched her no; a patch of light from a tiny grubby window had. Such fear and passionate emotions taking over her existance seemed to have the same effect as happiness- she was evolving. An explosion of light came from her small body, blinding anyone. She shook as she felt as though each cell in her body was exploding and setting off the fuse of the one next to it. Her ears stretched, she felt a prickling sensation as fur grew, her ruff disappeared and her tail grew longer and slender. When it was over, things seemed darker as the eight year old Espeon 'morph breathed breathed deeply, struggling to contain herself, her form hunched over.
The others gasped. An... an Espeon? The scientists were so surprised to see this that they dropped the bowls in shock, the food dribbling away down a drain among the shattered crockery. "S-Sulteron? Right, now... I-I-I think you sh-should come with me, for a few t-tests..." the scientist that was holding Sulteron stammered, still in shock. He began to pull her away, but to his immense surprise, the shabby, frial eight year old resisted. Then the biggest surprise of all happened.
+Let GO OF ME!+ a shriek played in everyone's minds as Sulteron looked up, shaking in anger. The shriek was heart-wrenching, both full of fear and enough fury to cause fear in return. What was most frightening of all was the fact that when she looked up, Sulteron' eyes were blazing as if on fire, purple rather than their previous brown. They literally were glowing, as was her jewel. She raised her arms slowly, a strange force rising to the surface of her small body as she did so. She pointed to the two scientists, and two thick forces crashed down on them, knocking them unconsious to the floor.
She looked at them for a moment, still shaking, still breathing deeply in big, shaky, broken breaths. Then she looked at her parents and twin, who, to her extreme shock, cringed away from her. She yanked open the door of the cage (the Aerodactyl had been hit by the wave as well) and her parents hesistantly rushed out; they couldn't resist freedom. They grabbed Denkou's little hand, and the three of them were out the door in a flash. Sulteron paused before following them, looking at the scientists where they were watching her, awake now but weak. +I will go now, but I will never, ever, forgive you for this. All my life, I have been in here, undergoing painful tests day after day. Mark my words, you have made an enemy.+ her words wrang in their minds clearer than if she'd said them.
That was when one scientist pulled out a pistol, flicking the safety off and pointing it at her chest. "As have you." he said softly, and pulled the trigger. With a deafening bang, it stopped Sulteron's heart.
Sulteron's heart stopped. But this was not because the bullet had hit her, no- it was because it had lodged itself somewhere in the chest of her father. His eyes widened in horror and shock as he collapsed to the ground. Another bang, and her mother followed him. Sulteron almost fell right then at the sight of her parents, her strong, fighting parents, falling, but managed to stay on her feet to defend herself and her brother. +You've done it now. As long as I live, I swear that I will oppose your jobs and any job like it. You have just made the biggest mistake of your lives. I will have my revenge.+ she spoke, before letting loose all the power built up behind her before the scientist's shaking hand could finish squeezing the trigger again. The telekenetic power sent the building toppling to the ground.
Sulteron crawled out a couple of hours later, when she regained conciousness. She had been unharmed in the collapse of the building, but using that power had been so draining. She watched as, in the distance, she could see the two scientists fleeing. At least she hadn't murdered anyone... but still. She was in so much pain. Her parents were gone forever, brutally murdered, a gash in her head was bleeding, and her brother was watching her with a hardened, tear stained face. Her twin walked up to her. She attempted a smile, reaching out to him, but he narrowed his eyes at her hand. "Sulteron. You... if you hadn't done that, mummy and daddy wouldn't have died. It's all your fault!" he said. Sulteron felt tears stream down her face, sobbing. "Go... go away, Sulteron! Go away and never come back!" he screamed, before fleeing to start his own life.
Sulteron wondered aimlessly in the woods for the rest of the daylight hours. Tears streamed down her face. 'Go away and never come back!' Where those the last words she would ever hear her brother say to her? She hoped not. Oh, how she hoped not. Finally, as the darkness drew in, she sat in a shallow cave, sobbing to herself on an uncomfortable bed of leaves she'd made for herself. Her life was ruined. She would never see her family again. Had her parents' deaths really been her fault? Denkou, the boy whom she had shared a bond as great as the one between a person and their dæmon. She stared at a photo of her family, all four of them together. She looked through a few more, ones of them in previous years. She couldn't take any more. She lay down and cried, Jizu wrapping his Arcanine form around her and sobbing with his newly purple eyes.
Sulteron travelled and lived in the woods for some time, sneaking into the town for food every now and then. She didn't enjoy human contact, but when she was ten, a kind lady found her and took her in. The first night, she began so happy, she decided to stay.
After living for three years with the kind lady, whose only child had left home, and her Pokémon, a Kangaskhan, Sulteron eventually decided that it was perhaps time to go and explore the outdoors again. She loved Pokémon, and so decided to be a Pokémon trainer.
Dæmon
[/size][/center]Stay close to me
[/font]You know me, now meet my soul![/color][/center]
//name:: Jizu
//settled:: No
//favourite forms:: Arcanine, Lucario, the various Eeveelutions, Dragonite, Pidgeot, Noctowl and Absol.
//appearance::
Sulteron's Espeon DNA affect her dæmon, too, no matter what form he's in. His forms are usually ordinary versions of the Pokémon; same height, colour and whatnot. However, there is a couple of things that always stay the same no matter what he is currently in the shape of. From the top of his forehead, a triangle of green extends to a point about his eyes. It doesn't matter whether it's fur, scales, skin or otherwise, it'll be green. If that form had a marking on their forhead, like say a Teddiursa, the green that goes over the marking with simply become a different shade.
There is another thing, too; his eyes. They are much like Sulteron's in that they are a vivid purple colour. Somewhat shocking, these eyes are the sort you could stare into forever, again like Sulteron's. They are quite impressive eyes, once you get past the initial shock of the purple colour. The purple shade of Jizu's eyes remains no matter what form he's in, although of course his eyes change shape and size to fit the form, just keeping the colour. Another little feature of Sulteron's alien DNA affecting him, but other than that it's hard to tell he's a 'morph's dæmon.
//personality::
Jizu, like most dæmons, is like his trainer to a certain extent. Of course, this is only up to a point. For one, he has a soft spot for helping things out, but he is definately more sensible than Sulteron, and aware of dangers and risks. He will stop her doing anything too stupid, which is generally a good thing. Without Jizu, Sulteron would probably end up getting herself constantly injured attempting to help others. Jizu will drive her away from things that are too dangerous, much to her disappointment on many times.
That doesn't mean he isn't daring, no; it's fairly the opposite. Jizu loves to explore and is highly adventerous, always ready to jump into action. In fact, sometimes he can lead Sulteron into trouble just as he leads her out. He does still have a better sense of danger than his human, and has plenty of sense when it comes to avoiding getting hurt. Jizu is a very lovable character, bright and cheery like his human. He is fairly energetic and loves to do new things and meet knew people. He is always looking for the best thing for Sulteron, and gets along well with other dæmons and Pokémon.
There is something about Jizu which both he and Sulteron aren't sure whether they like or dislike. A few people of their age have already had their dæmons settle, and almost all have at least seen their dæmon change less, prefering to remain in one form for perhaps even days. Jizu, on the other hand, changes form as much as ever, indicating that he probably won't ever settle, and will most likely keep forms for a longer than he used to at the very most. They don't mind too much, since being able to change form has advantages, but they are a little worried about being even more different to everyone else in a couple of years, when everyone else of their age has settled dæmons.
With my admin powers, I give myself an Ultra Rare rating.
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