EDIT: OH MY GOD I GOT IN AS A MOD HELP YES VICTORY HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH QAQ
i managed to anthro a giratina
i think that deserves a prize :'C
TRYING OUT FOR
! I've always wanted to join this group actually haha i love the idea of a solidly legendary group;; But yes, I heard they were having an opening VERY soon! So you guys go check out the group, it needs a bit more members to get really up and running~ If you like making anthros and favor any legendary pokemon be sure to check this out~
Jan. 01 ????Gender:
Distortion World History:
Me? Banished to the Distortion world for violence? It was… unthinkable, unreal. Fighting was my way of life, was it not? So what if I pushed a few around, raised my voice an octave too loud, to get my way? In the end, it was every man for himself, correct?
You may know me as many things. Perhaps, by the name of my species- a Giratina. Perhaps by the nickname I have deserved to be given, the Renegade pokemon. But the name given specifically to me is Vasileios.
The beginning? A blur. A haze. I remember thoughts, longings. Parents? I do not know if I had them. I suspect that I did. I remember longing for power, to rule over anything I could, no matter what the price. Perhaps I was a child at one point in my lifetime. I don’t remember. Only very small flashes and memories. I knew what I wanted to be when I was younger, something with power. I think I had brothers. Think.
Adolescence came and went, and I vaguely remember gaining power from anywhere I could. I needed this power for… my dream, whatever it had been.
The fame of power was short lived, though.
To put this in the lightest way- I was banished to a world with nobody else, so that I may never commit a violent act ever again. At first? I wished nothing more than the worst for the one, the one who condemned me, I wished them pain, distress, and yes, even death. Violent death.
But the anger receded. It was pointless to spit out curses to empty air.
Every passing day was more of… a ritual. A passing, setting up a mental schedule so that every day, certain tasks got done. Check for assurance that everything is in its correct spot. Keep watch for any possible intruders. Clear away blemishes. Every day was monotonous. Every day was boring. Until I found it. A way to gaze upon the earth.
I could see anywhere—anywhere there was a reflective surface, at least. I could observe. I could learn about the place that had exiled me. It was… fascinating. But only for so long.
I remember the first time I saw it—something… metallic. I did not know the word for this new human thing. But it was crushing trees effortlessly. It was no beast, was it? Why was nobody stopping it? My nature was destructive, but this was a threat to my former home.
For days upon days as I watched, more and more machines were popping up, and it was sickening. I needed to do something to protect my… home. Or, what I still clung to as my home, even after all these years. It had been so long, but oh, I craved to get out of this place, this place I had been stuck in for so long. And finally, I managed. I did it. I opened up a portal, and I got out.
It was a terrible decision.
What I saw… was not the world that I remembered. I saw strange metallic buildings, and humans everywhere. Humans destroying the nature, the world that we had given to them… they were taking for granted. I could not stand it. Lost on my direction, I wandered into a forest to stop one of those metallic… things. I waited for many hours, until I spotted one. I approached, ready to deal this strange metal thing a blow that would surely defeat it. But something—someone—stopped me.
I paused, pausing in my steps, to turn and see… another legendary. A virizon, was it called? It looked as though it had packed its lifetime collections, carrying a multitude of bags with various objects inside.
“There’s no point.” It said, and I simply narrowed my eyes, making no reply, keeping still and eerily quiet, backing back into the protection of the trees and bushes, away from the metallic beast that threatened to destroy what was once my home any second.
“It is going to take the humans a long time to mend their ways. But there is one place you can go where they cannot touch.” My eyes narrowed, the thought of the distortion’s world loneliness skirting my memory. Not again.
“Here, I am going there now. You can come with me if you wish, Giratina. ” Without another word, she turned on her heels to head to this… ‘safe place.’
And what else was I to do, but see for myself?
Learning more about the human world, reading, and perhaps exploring. Moveset:
-Shadow Force- (Ghost/Physical/Level up) The user disappears, then strikes the target on the second turn. It hits even if the target protects itself.Aura Sphere- (Fight/Special/Level up) The user looses a blast of aura power from deep within its body at the target. This move is certain to hit.Draco meteor- (Dragon/Special/Tutor) Comets are summoned down from the sky onto the target. The attack's recoil harshly reduces the user's Sp. Atk stat.Shadow Sneak- (Ghost/Physical/Level up) The user extends its shadow and attacks the target from behind. This move always goes first..
=By far, not a good person. Intentions are borderline malicious, and perhaps even considered evil. Would not mind getting revenge. But does not speak of these things, mostly, plots in secret. =
Extremely serious, hard to humor. Laughs from him are rare. =
Not necessarily a nice individual, not very willing to do nice favors, or even on a smaller scale, be kind. =
Acts less harsh if you earn his respect, or trust. =
That being said, it is not very easy for him to let you in.=
Socially awkward indeed, after many years of being alone he is not very good at communicating without making things awkward.=
Tries his best to keep his temper under control, and this usually results in sulking or pouting instead of reckless anger. =
Extremely clumsy on his own two feet. Cannot walk very well, and is used to levitating. May stumble frequently if forced to walk. =
Durable and very strong, but not very fast and has a wide variety of weaknesses. =
Very bad habit of pushing people away or making false accusations of them to purposely lose their trust. =
As stated, is not very kind, but is extremely
protective over those he loves and cares about, and land that he thinks is his own, anywhere he calls "home." =
Holds grudges quite often.