Clif's Characters

[Clif]

Name: Chancol - Third Shadow Lord of the Horde

Species: Dead-fire Charmeleon

Age: 3 Years

Sex: Male

Description: His skin is a dark, dark green, while his belly and under-tail is somewhat lighter, enough to notice at a close distance. His eyes are a navy blue color, and under most conditions the color is distinct.

Personality: Chancol has a laid-back personality, unless when he needs to follow through with something that is needed to be taken care of. On these occasions, he will become more serious and focus.

History: Chancol's history swiftly changed from dull to quite eventful, having been born into the Horde, as a charmander he slowly made close allies out of a few other un-evolved pokemon such as himself, specifically Scrappy the sandshrew and Chyna, a fellow charmander. Just barely able to scratch by in the hard stressful life of the Horde, his life became much harder when the Light had killed the first Shadow Lord, and finally decided to attempt an assault on the Fortress; simultaneously, this attack was the beginning of a new chapter for him.

Due to his strategic abilities, he was able to play a part in allowing the Horde to survive another day, and gained some recognition by the second Shadowlord, a darkari . Yet, soon after that was when an interesting event occurred in his life...

Not too long after the Light's assault upon the Fortress, did the second Shadow Lord, Amira, disappear without a trace for an unknown reason. Following the strange disappearance of the legendary, Chancol somehow obtained the power of the Shadow Lord. Many people asked him his methods of obtaining it since the power wasn't tangible in any way, and were baffled beyond reason as to how an un-evolved, non-legendary pokemon could stumble upon the title of Shadow Lord. Even to this day he doesn't give any secrets as to how he obtained such power in the Fortress.

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[Clif]

Name: Charkon

Species: Charizard

Age: 5

Sex: Male

Description: This charizard is mostly black, anywhere there would be orange on a 'zard there's black. Charkon's belly, under-tail and inner wings are a gray, shaded closer to black than it is to white. His eyes before he had evolved were quite normal, but ever since he had become a charizard the whites of his eyes along with his pupil turned gray and his irises black, making his stare quite unnerving to some others.

Personality: Ever since the disappearance or possible death of his twin brother, Fireclaw, Charkon's personality has greatly changed. Now, the once friendly char now doesn't have such a welcoming aura about him, his face rarely showing smiles, only a smug smirk here and there. Another trait that has completely flipped about him is his hasty decisions, even though he isn't reckless, Charkon isn't afraid to kill first, ask questions later if he's angered for any reason.

History: Charkon's past is one that could be described as on that had completely flipped up-side down not too long after he had become a charmeleon. After a successful hunt one day, with his trusted brother, Fireclaw, the two dragged their carcass back to their home, devouring their feast over the duration of the night. Eventually they both fell asleep with full bellies and high spirits.

Late into the night, not too far from dawn, Charkon stepped out of the cave on account of 'urgent business'; upon return he didn't find his brother and assumed that something bad had happened to him. After waiting until daybreak, the weary charmeleon set upon searching for his brother, yet he didn't find him on the Volcano where they both resided and began to search further out.

Ever since that night, Charkon has been on his own, searching for his brother, but said goal has fallen from his greatest priority.

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[Clif]

Name: Blade

Species: Grovyle - Shadowed

Age: 5

Sex: Male

Description: Blade pretty much is a normal grovyle, the only difference apparent is his shaded coloring that is consistent all over his body.

Personality: Blade’s personality is very laidback when he can be, but if need be he’ll get to work and get the job done as soon as he can, with fewest errors as possible, knowing that rushing through anything that he does will eventually give him something more to clean up. Considering he’s part of the Horde, Blade is one of the calmer, less-aggressive Pokémon lingering about the Fortress.

History: Although he won’t talk about his past much, if one pries enough, he’ll tell you that he wasn’t born into the Horde, none the less desired to join. He happened to stumble upon the human complex and found out too late why there weren’t many Pokémon nearby that put themselves in view of others. Being captured at a relatively early age, Blade became shadowed and cooperated with much ease, giving him passage in and out of the dungeons without occupying one of the cells for a lengthy amount of time. His obedience and fighting skills granted him freedom throughout the Fortress after a short period of time in comparison to others who had been captured about the same time he had—some of which were in the dungeons, others possibly dead.

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[Clif]

Name: Miran

Species: Ditto - Shadowed

Age: 6

Sex: N/A

Description: In his true form, this ditto takes upon a crimson hue, yet other than that, his transformations are perfect mimics of whomever he targets or decides to transform into.

Personality: Miran tends to enjoy messing with others’ minds, often transforming into a copy of anyone he is interacting with; unless fighting, then he doesn’t mess around and uses whatever he has in his arsenal in order to take down his opponent.

History: Miran’s history isn’t quite known to those around the Fortress, but no one has ever asked him due to many not being able to keep up with him due to the different forms he takes. His mysterious self aside, ever since he can remember, he has been in the Horde, serving the Shadowlord—maybe not as a close acquaintance or anything but he carried out orders without questions as long as he wasn’t being forced into anything that he couldn’t handle—but when Chancol became Shadow Lord, his association with the powerful ruler grew, mostly due to his assistance to the charmeleon in a large Light vs. Horde battle that IV the reggice made his appearance.

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[Clif]

Name: Chain

Species: Charmander

Age: 2

Sex: Male

Description: Chain appears to be an average charmander, from the tip of his tail to the top of his head, the uniform orange on his back and head, along with the cream color along his underbelly and tail. The only characteristic that makes Chain differ from most is his bright orange eyes that pretty much match his skin.

Personality: Chain’s personality is quite the shy one, he doesn’t interact with many others, portraying his introverted tendencies. If at all, the charmander prefers to converse with those that are mostly smaller than him; any larger species usually discourage Chain from opening his mouth to speak at all, unless he absolutely requires help from one of the larger beings out in the world.

Another one of Chain’s quirks is his desire just to remain in one small area for most of the day, not liking to venture far off for no reason at all. He won’t admit it, and maybe he doesn’t recognize it, but he tends to get very territorial and attached to his personal space, claiming it for his own until he realizes he’s been beat out by another, larger Pokémon; in his efforts to keep his space, the charmander will try to remain in the area, hidden for as long as possible before finally leaving to stake another claim in his surroundings. Although his desire to adventure much is very slim to none, adapting to new settings isn’t hard for him.

History: Chain’s history isn’t a remarkable one, and to be honest, there’s much more he should have done in his past. Constantly this charmander has been very slow to develop, never moving out of the comfort of his home. Eventually, his parents forced him out of the cavern in order to teach him lessons in a more difficult way than by example; in a few weeks, Chain had developed a technique of hunting and surviving without his parents. Due to the lack of much mountainous terrain nearby to where he used to reside, Chain now takes residence in Erymire’s Forest.

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[Clif]

Name: Crek

Age: 2

Gender: Male

Species: Charmander

Appearance: Crek appears odd to many, his skin is a deep maroon, holding a black shade to it (similar to a Hershey bar wrapper). To any Pokemon or human that’s relatively familiar with the ‘char’ evolution chain, they would know from first sight that he wasn’t a normal charmander. The lizard’s eyes hold two bistre irises, surrounded by the standard white eye color. The only other deviance from these two colors is the solid black that makes up his underbelly, running from just under his neck all the way to the underside of his tail. Crek’s tail-flame appears to be the same as other, normal, charmander when at ease, but whenever he wants to his tail-flame can take up a similar shade to his skin, allowing him to prevent being spotted from a distance. Other than the fact that this charmander has an odd set of inherited colors, he isn’t special in any other way except for his small height deviance from other charmander, above the average about two inches.

Personality: This charmander has a shy demeanor about him, preventing him from interacting with other pokemon easily. Trust is an extremely large factor that Crek depends upon when making new acquaintances and friends, if you don’t have his trust then becoming his friend is near impossible. He isn’t the one to ever approach a pokemon, but rather watch from a distance and await a greeting from anybody he runs into, and even then he’ll react mostly by stepping back just to make sure that the approaching pokemon isn’t hostile or is trying to fool him into letting his guard down. Despite his shyness, he isn’t afraid to make eye-contact, he doesn’t like to not keep an eye upon whoever he’s avoiding, or talking to. Crek’s personality doesn’t give him the chance for very many words, letting anybody first making his acquaintance know that very little input will be given from him.

If you’re lucky enough to gain his trust, then even still he won’t speak much; only when Crek truly trusts someone he’ll open his mouth and begin to talk more often. From his actions, he may seem a bit preferential towards his own species, not attempting to make friends with other creatures as much. This observation is true to a point, Crek can easily trust a fellow charmander quicker than a canine pokemon. The flip-side to this behavior is that he (at the moment) doesn’t trust charmeleons and charizard as much as a charmander, due to their intimidating looks and size. Rarely ever does he try to explain why he is like this, and doesn’t mind letting someone dislike him for it. Lastly, Crek truly dislikes trying to discuss his past whether it is good or bad, not wanting pokemon to pry into him and find out personal information.


History: Crek’s lifespan only being two human years, many wouldn’t take much note of the events that could have happened within this short time. Despite the fact that he is independent, the charmander has only been on his own for about a year and half, some consider that a considerable amount of time for a young pokemon, some don’t. Life wasn’t all that great for young Crek, despite him having a full family, he was an only child, his parents often gone to hunt or just enjoy their time. Now, don’t take that the wrong way, Crek and his parents spent time together quite a bit, teaching him how to hunt, survive and even the ‘dangers’ of the female side of the species when he grew up evolution-wise—now he wasn’t given a description into the details, he was just warned about what kind of mate he picked—and he stored every single memory inside his head.

In life, Crek thought he was a normal charmander, not having a care in the world that he had a different coloring than his parents who were of standard orange and cream color. Unfortunately, he and his parents noticed that in the area that they were living in where there were many members of the same species, very few became Crek’s friend, and even when their young son did stumble upon a friendship, he was shortly left alone again due to the family’s ‘mysterious disappearance’. The main reason for this desertion wasn’t fear of his looks, but rather his physical condition. In the area, very few chars were born of odd color, which began healthy and happy. Sadly, the condition of these rarities within their first quarter-year began to decline, sickening and even dying of violent diseases that induced horrible coughing, vomiting or even blindness before death, leaving the child weeping and unable to communicate before he or she passed on. These diseases forced parents to decide for their children not to become too attached to the off-color charmander.

His parents had discussed with each other about the fate of their young son, Crek. They both didn’t want to believe that he would succumb to the notorious conditions that were known by many of the parents and even singles of the mountainous terrain. As time passed on, Crek had fallen ill with a common cold one week, many believing that it was the beginning of his decent into darkness. Having been sunbathing a good distance from the family cave, the youngling had no idea what a charizard that lived nearby was discussing with his parents. After a good ten to twenty minutes spent out in the sun, little Crek walked back to his cave, but stopped outside to eavesdrop on what his parents and guest were talking about…

“…You should just speed up the process and kill poor Crek before he develops more severe symptoms and passes on like other children have in our species,” the guest female suggested, with good intention in her voice, but it pained her to say it.

“No! We can’t kill our only son! He isn’t going to suffer much longer! Crek is gonna be alright!” his mother stated firmly, shaking her head.

Even though he only had heard a small portion of the conversation, the young mind was stunned as to why someone would want him dead. Shortly after the discussion, the female guest left and Crek’s family decided to leave their home for a while, asking their closest neighbor to keep an eye on their cave to make sure that no new couples used it for their home.

After having left the immediate area the following day, Crek and his family set down temporarily at a location about ten miles northeast of their home, just wanting to get away from the judging chars that were going off of inference. When the first night approached, his mother took off to hunt for the family; she and her mate had always alternated hunting nights, which prevented either of them from becoming inadequate in supplying the family with food. Unfortunately, a storm blew in swiftly and brought torrents of rain, bringing up the question of whether or not Crek’s mother would return or not. Quickly, Crek’s father ordered the young char to stay in the cave while he searched for his mate, and he reassured him that he would be back by sunrise. To his dismay, Crek was still alone by dawn, with the rain just beginning to let up, with his young, naïve, mind, the charmander thought that his parents were leaving him forever, having revisited the discussion that his parents had with the guest before they left via dreams all throughout the night. Not knowing truly whether or not his parents would come back, Crek took off into the forest that surrounded the mountains, wanting to live rather than have another charizard that might want to do him in for good. Crek didn’t want to believe that his parents would do it themselves, but he knew that if someone found him beforehand in his slightly-sick condition, they might have the same thoughts and he wouldn’t be able to see his parents again. Ever since that day one and a half years ago Crek had been by himself.


Other Info: Crek, unlike many charmander, has taken a liking to traveling in the trees, somewhat like a primate-like pokemon, but instead of swinging by trees, he just jumps from branch to branch easily. Only recently has he developed this skill, only being able to efficiently stay up in the treetops and moving for only a couple of months, the only reason for developing this skill was to make sure that he avoided any pokemon that might attack him during the night, and if being chased, taking leave would be fairly easy. He is nowhere adept as any primate-like pokemon like mankey, but he can almost match a charmander’s running speed on the ground, but at full sprint he’d get left behind or miss a branch.

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[Clif]

Name: ???

Species: Charizard

Age: ???

Sex: Male

Description: This charizard is plainly black, from the irises in his eyes, to every single scale on his body. The only two parts of him that don't carry the color are his eye-ball and his tail-flame, but even that can fade to black at will. ((Simple, but in essence that's it.))

Personality: He is very calm and calculating to those that meet him, almost always speaking straight to the point with a cold tone of harshness if he is annoyed. No one truly has gotten close enough to him to figure out if there's anything under his dark shell.

History: No one knows of this charizard's history aside from the fact that he has been seen around the Fortress before on an extremely rare occasion.

((Yes, I left this profile vague for my own reasons :D ))

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