Post by Ezra on Jan 27, 2009 20:22:41 GMT -5
character's name;;
Cynder
species;;
Cyndamander(Cyndaquil/Charmander)
Cyndamander(Cyndaquil/Charmander)
age;;
4 years
sex;;
female
female
description;;
Cynder is a mix between a Cyndaquil and a Charmander. She has the fur of a Cyndaquil and it's color pattern. Her Charmander side gives her the more dragon like mouth, the long tail, and the ability to walk upright. Like a Charmander, the tip of her tail is on fire. She also has flames on her back from her Cyndaquil half. From both lines of species, she has clawed back feet. Her front feet however are unclawed except for her middle toe which has a long sharp claw on it as to catch food and protect herself. Uncommon to both species, she has pointed ears on her head, possibly from a recessive gene.
personality;;
Cynder, being the fire type she is, has a short temper. It doesn't take much to make her angry, and it takes a while for her to cool down. When enraged, she can become unpredictable and start throwing fire every which way. Though she had learned to control her temper somewhat over her three years, she is still angered easily.
Cynder also has a quite unexpected caring side. When she is calm and relaxed, she can become somewhat caring. Now she might not be the most caring Pokemon out there, but she knows how to cheer somewhat up and she has a real talent of persuading others to share their feelings. But if you're not hurt or crying, it can be quite hard to even talk to her.
Cynder has somewhat built a brick wall around her. She talks to people if they start a conversation, but she isn't one to start one herself. Though she hasn't built this wall to necessarily keep others out, but she wants to see if there is anyone out there who cares for her enough to break through this wall.
Cynder, being the fire type she is, has a short temper. It doesn't take much to make her angry, and it takes a while for her to cool down. When enraged, she can become unpredictable and start throwing fire every which way. Though she had learned to control her temper somewhat over her three years, she is still angered easily.
Cynder also has a quite unexpected caring side. When she is calm and relaxed, she can become somewhat caring. Now she might not be the most caring Pokemon out there, but she knows how to cheer somewhat up and she has a real talent of persuading others to share their feelings. But if you're not hurt or crying, it can be quite hard to even talk to her.
Cynder has somewhat built a brick wall around her. She talks to people if they start a conversation, but she isn't one to start one herself. Though she hasn't built this wall to necessarily keep others out, but she wants to see if there is anyone out there who cares for her enough to break through this wall.
history;;
Cynder's parents were a Charizard and a Typhlosion. Her mother was the Typhlosion and her name was Flame while her dad was a Charizard and his name was Inferno. How her parent's came to meet was something they never got to tell Cynder, so that part is a mystery and perhaps will never be revealed.
Flame and Inferno had only one child, and that was Cynder. She was laid as an egg like all reptilians, and she was kept in a cave safe from predators. One parent was always protecting her egg while the other was out stretching and hunting. Once Cynder hatched, her parents rarely left the den, and that was only if they became real hungry.
When Cynder turned 1 year, her parents took her out of the den for the first time. Cynder was ecstatic and once outside, started bounding through the green grass of spring. Her parents watched in joy as their daughter caught imaginary prey. Then horror stroke.
Out of the bushes lept a Houndoom. His black paws, pinned down Cynder and it was about to sink its teeth into her skin when Inferno struck at the black hound with his sharpened claws. The Houndoom feel over and turned its cold gaze on Inferno. Cynder caught her breath before looking up to see her father and the black Houndoom tussling with each other. They sent Flamethrowers back and forth and they were covered in bloody scars. Screaming, she tried to rush over to help her dad when suddenly came to cooing of Flame and a call emitted from her. Shielding her only daughter, Flame dashed off with Cynder held close to her chest with one paw so she could run faster on three legs.
When they finally came to a rest, the roars and howls from the battle had faded and there was silence. Cynder was in tears as she looked at her mom. "Mommy, is daddy coming back?" There was silence and then, 'No, I don't think so honey." Then Flame broke into tears and mother and daughter held each other as they cried.
3 years passed since the battle with the Houndoom and Flame and Cynder were living up on a mountain in a cave. Flame increasingly became weak after Inferno's death and Cynder had to hunt for them both. By now, she was 3 feet tall at the shoulder, but was still much smaller then her mother.
Once Cynder reached 3 and a half years she decided it was to leave the nest. Though it pained her heart to leave her mother, she knew that it was only a matter of time before her mom died of heartbreak. When she told her mother, her only reply was, "Thank you Cynder. May your flames stay bright. I love you." And then she heaved a giant sigh and she was gone. Cynder cried her heart out all that night.
In the morning, Cynder decided to take her mother's body back to their own den. She knew it would be a rough task, but she was strong because of the hunting she had done in her life. A few days later, Cynder was digging a hole to bury her mother in. Her mother's body had started to stink the previous day, but she had dragged on nonetheless. She wanted her mom to rest at the place were her father, and her beloved, had died.
Once she was buried, Cynder said a prayer and cried a few minutes before going into the den, surprised to find it still empty. Laying down, she quickly feel asleep. In the morning, she stopped by her mother's grave and let a tear run down her face one last time before heading off. "Rest in peace, both of you." Then she dashed off on all fours, her front claws making deep imprints in the ground.