T.

[toreana]

Name: T (Yeah. Just T.)

Species: Scyther

Gender: Female

Faction: None/applying for the Cirque

Ability: Swarm

Gift:
quick getaway: T is a natural-born criminal. She’s also very good at not being caught, being able to teleport over short distances – enough to get out of trouble, at least. She can’t control this; it kicks in if she’s frightened.

Hold Item: None

Attacks:
Wing Attack – Agility
Slash – Razor Wind
X Scissor – Double Team
Air Slash – Swords Dance
Vacuum Wave – Night Slash

Talents:
-She can hold her liquor. Why, exactly, a Pokémon would be drinking liquor is another matter entirely…
-Due to her build, flying’s a little easier for T than others of her species. Don’t tell her that, though.
-Remarkably, she’s not too bad a pickpocket. Even if her idea of pickpocketing is ripping open some unfortunate human’s pocket with her scythe and collecting what falls out.

Personality:

Hot-tempered. Not really the kind of word one wants to associate with a creature that has giant, razor-sharp blades where her arms should be, but nonetheless, that is exactly what T is. An outspoken, brash individual, T tends to rub everyone she meets the wrong way, and in turn, finds most people really, really irritating. For a self-professed thief, she’s not usually very stealthy – in fact, she’s pretty good at announcing herself by swinging her blades at anyone she doesn’t like the look of.

Still, behind all this T’s a smart girl, like most of her species are. She might not be too good at the whole ‘appear the Cherrim but be the Seviper beneath it’ schtick, but she knows that she’s intimidating and she uses this to her full advantage, adopting a tough-girl persona that makes most Pokémon think twice about approaching her. If you do approach her, and you don’t make her want to punch you in the face, she can be quite a fun girl to hang out with – not big on the whole deep-and-meaningful-conversation thing (unless she’s really, really drunk, which is rare because the amount of alcohol it takes to get her drunk also makes her violently sick and in need of several Pecha berries), but good for a party and maybe some crime.

Actually, T really likes crime. She’s not evil, exactly, just lacking in morals and a bit of a hedonist* – that is, if she gets a rush from it, everything’s cool. Including murder. Of course, when it comes down to it, T prefers larceny to murder, just because she gets more out of it, but she won’t say no to a bit of pointless violence and bloodshed every once in a while. She can be a good person and a loyal friend on occasion – or, she used to. These days, with pretty much everyone she cared for gone, her possession of the ability to form meaningful relationships with people is debatable at best. Not that there’s anyone around who cares.

_{*I am not a psychologist/sociologist so this is almost definitely incorrect but just play along with it.}

Description:

The most notable thing about T’s physical form is probably her build. Most Scyther stand at 4’11’’; T is probably closer to 4’6’’, a full four inches below average. Since Scyther aren’t that common in Sootopolis it’s not that noticeable, but it is a bit of a touchy subject. In addition to being short, T’s also smaller in general, years of malnourishment stunting her growth. Her wingspan, oddly, is the only part of her unaffected; the curved blades that serve as her arms are slightly shorter (though no less sharp), her legs are thinner, and her abdomen is noticeably smaller than it ought to be. This has lead, on occasion, to her being mistaken for a boy, which needless to say she finds particularly annoying.

Most of T’s skin is light green, the appropriate colour for a Scyther. The only parts that aren’t are her joints (cream), wings (also cream) and the three points atop her reptilian head which are, of all things, red. These, she informs anyone who asks, are not stained with blood; it’s just a natural oddity, something passed on from her mother’s side of the family, albeit having skipped a few generations. Another natural oddity is her eyes, which are mostly black but with odd ice-blue flecks, which is a ridiculously rare combination that has lead T to believe her family might rival the Aureole for levels of inbreeding.

Finally, T has a cloak. This may seem a bit strange for a Pokémon, but there it is; brown, fraying, quite a bit worse for wear, but a cloak nonetheless. T doesn’t really care much for humans or their clothes, but she’s attached to this one ragged garment like nothing else.

History:

T’s history is a bit of an odd one, considering where she is now. A brief look back over her family tree shows an alternating pattern of rogue, loner Scyther and swarm-leader-Scyther. The former had been absent for some time and the family was among the most well respected of their swarm, when one day, T hatched. The hatchling decided very early in her short life that actually, she wasn’t interested in becoming a leader, a decision helped by the fact that a rare trait in her family had surfaced in her – the red spikes of her predecessors that had disappeared for several generations. Clearly it was fate, and as soon as she could fend for herself T (not at that time called T, but if you think she’s telling you her real name you’ve got another thing coming) headed off for a Big Adventure.

The first item on T’s agenda was stealing things and causing havoc. It wasn’t, oddly, teaming up with a grumpy little Ralts who made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with her but ended up tagging along anyway. T had originally planned to work alone, but eventually, the two became close friends. Throughout their journeys – too many to describe; primarily in Kanto, but with a detour to a strange archipelago – they were joined by a lonely Eevee who wasn’t much one for fighting but had somehow grown attached to T, a cowardly Wurmple with odd colouring, a Pichu that simultaneously managed to set himself on fire and run into a wall, and a hatchling Vaporeon apparently only there to look cute.

Somehow, this dysfunctional family survived through numerous splits and regroupings, always managing to put itself back together again, but though their bonds grew stronger each time they patched things up, over time it became more difficult to find a reason to stay together. After all, they were all vastly different Pokémon, only brought together by circumstance. In the end, it was decided that perhaps they would be best off pursuing their own paths for the time being – those still alive by this point, at any rate; their high-risk adventures had lead to the deaths of both the Vaporeon and the Wurmple (by that point a Beautifly). That’s what brought T, alone, unhappy and with a gift courtesy of a grumpy Gardevoir to Sootopolis, looking to kill something to take her mind off it.

[Ex]

Ah, you gave me shock whiplash when it came to the cloak thing. >3> Now I have the urge to hug T for old times sake sorta. And it's all your fault.

Anyways, accepted.