[the bribe-taking aureole] Deimos

[solem]

Name: Deimos {dee-mos}

Species: Castform

Gender: Male

Faction: Aureole

Ability: Forecast

SHOW ME HOW TO LIE.
"YOU'RE GETTING BETTER ALL THE TIME."
AND TURNING ALL AGAINST THE ONE?
"IS AN ART THAT'S HARD TO TEACH."

Gift:

Besides his mystical weather-controlling abilities? Besides the levitating? Deimos can change color to match his surroundings. Like a kecleon, minus the troublesome red stripe. Though his color changes, it works best in his natural state, and if in one of the other three castform states, this ability won't work.


Hold Item:

Mystic water. A tear-drop shaped orb on a thin black string is draped in front of his right eye in the general appearance of an eye-patch- with the blue orb being where his eyeball would normally rest.


Attacks:

Rain dance - Sunny day
Hail - Flamethrower
Powder snow - Thunder
Sandstorm - Weather ball
Avalanche- Ominous wind


Talents:

- Pitting others against each other
- Getting his way
- Speed

ANOTHER CLEVER WORD?
"SETS OFF AN UNSUSPECTING HERD."
AND AS YOU STEP BACK INTO LINE?
"A MOB JUMPS TO THEIR FEET."

Personality:

Deimos is a child, and he acts it in every sense of the word. When this little castform doesn't get his way, a tantrum-induced storm is sure to follow. He is quarrelsome and rude, butting into others conversations and ruining the fun of other pokemon. He knows he has power, being an Aureole, and he uses that to get ahead in the world. He is manipulative, the hand that turns the cogs, so to speak. The world is one big playground, and he will sample it as he pleases. The type to have others eating out of his hands, this ambitious young castform is a formidable enemy... or ally if you can tempt him into any sort of alliance. The aureole may be indifferent to tsunami and firework drama, but Deimos would take bribes from either, if the opportunity should arise.

Deimos is cunning, a trait most manipulators lack. He knows how to promise things to benefit himself. He knows who can be trusted and which pokemon would turn at the slightest change of opinion. He has the mind of a veteran army general in the body of a recently hatched kid. Despite his petite size and calm appearance, he is dangerous and not to be underestimated.

Now everyone out there is probably thinking 'wow what an asshole' but he does have a good trait- he's very affectionate. He may be a calculating and cold creature, but he can be just the opposite if needed. His affections are usually more focused on his fellow castform- those he actually needs to like, those few he can actually learn useful... castform stuff.. from. He does not suck up, for Deimos considers this beneath him, but he will throw out a truthful compliment every once in a while.

NOW DANCE, HONEY, DANCE!
"MAN HE NEVER HAD A CHANCE!"
AND NO ONE EVEN KNEW?
"IT WAS REALLY ONLY YOU."

Description:

There is simply nothing special abut this kid- he is the same uninteresting gray and white as any other castform. Sure, that wisp of a curl on the top of his head might be a little curlier, and the white portions of his 'mask' a little narrower, but overall if you threw him into a criminal line, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between him or any other castform.

Perhaps one of the only distinguishing features of this castform is his right eye. It was long since gouged out in an incident he prefers not to talk about, and as if to cover up the gory hole a mystic water orb on a thick piece of cloth is draped like an eye-patch, the cloth and gem combination completely covering his injured eye.

He does have one other oddity about his figure. A defect from the inbreeding of his parents and all their parents before them is situated on his back. Two frail little wings, shaped roughly like a zubat's sprout from his 'back'. He keeps the useless appendages tucked down, and if anyone ever gets near enough to look the mutations seem for all the world to be simple flaps of skin.

AND NOW YOU STEAL AWAY?
"TAKE HIM OUT TODAY."
NICE WORK YOU DID.
"YOU'RE GONNA GO FAR, KID."

History:

Born to inbreeding parents who weren't quite right in the head, his hatching came about in the middle of Sootopolis summit... as most castforms hatching did. The only oddity about Deimos hatch was the fact he came out feet- er...tail end- first, the top half of the eggshell still surrounding his circular head. Struggling to levitate in the way of his kind with the heavy shell blocking his view, Deimos moved around frantically, bumping walls and occasionally the floor until finally he managed to free himself.

His parents hadn't thought to help the creature, for it wasn't in their nature to be watchful or understanding. While their son had been struggling the two moronic floating beasts were playing around with the summits weather in the leave of most of the other castform, as they were down in the city... doing what castforms did. Weather.. yeah.

From the moment he cracked is own way out of that shell, young Deimos knew he wasn't to rely on his parents. The early few minutes of distrust settled hazily over his brain, making him wary and watchful. He didn't bother speaking to his parents- what use were they, toying with the tempest? Sitting around like bloated octillery and twirling with the weather?- merely hovered down the summit and into town.

A few hours after the hatch, as if by some miracle, he seemed to take on such a rush of knowledge it triggered other knowledge he didn't remember. He was gifted in this sense, being so intelligent as a child, and he began to use this to his advantage on the first day. From hatch Deimos was an independent creature, and though he knew by some silent feeling he must obey and go along with the rest of the Aureole, he was aware he was likely to break those 'rules'.

It all began when a luvdisc asked him to make it rain. She was in a pond... a crappy place for a luvdisc. Obviously the moron was stranded in the land-locked water source... Anyways. There were large dog-like creatures surrounding the pond, red flames spraying from their mouths to the water. The combined effort of the pack of arcanine was making the water churn and boil, and the heart-shaped pokemon was obviously paralyzed in fear and distress. She pleaded for him to make it rain, offering reward if he could do simply that. He curiously agreed, and moments later had shed his normal appearance for the tear-drop blue of his rain form. Somehow that luvdisc managed to escape with her swift swim- it was later found the pond was connected underground to a much larger lake- but not before telling him where to pick up his reward in the place the pink creature had hidden it. The gift was a necklace of mystic water- it only came into play later that he needed it, so at the time the castform merely carried it around his 'neck'.

His right eye was lost in a rather foolish battle he started on mere whim. Deimos wanted to know how strong he was, how much influence he had as a castform- and apparently it wasn't enough swagger to knock over a honchkrow. He hates the birds now, and their murkrow mobs, and won't hesitate to cause them distress.

[Ex]

DANCED F_CKER DANCE~ ♪

Accepted.