The Rat and Riveese [ Rattata and Liepard]

[Halloween]

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The Nameless Rattata
Text Color	#BA9898
Item	A sythe with a blade made of Everstone that has feathers held on by a chain. Rings on one finger, ears, as well as bands on wrists.
Gender	Female
Age	Adult [Bordering Aged Adult]
Species	#019, Normal Type, Rattata, the Mouse Pokemon
Height	1'00"
Weight	7.7lbs
Pokédex Entry	FireRed::Its fangs are long and very sharp. They grow continuously, so it gnaws on hard things to whittle them down. LeafGreen::Bites anything when it attacks. Small and very quick, it is a common sight in many places.
Level	34
Ability	Run Away
Nature	Calm
Characteristic	Highly persistent
Moves	Crunch [Leveled Up.] Quick Attack [Leveled Up.] Double Edge [Leveled Up.] Hyper Fang [Leveled Up.]
History	Born. We all can remember being born. And she is no different. The egg was a gift to a daughter. The home was huge, much larger than nessisary for a small family of a mother, father, and their daughter. The mother was a cruel and strict woman, but the father was the complete opposite. Cheery and caring, he purposefully took over the parenting of their little girl, Jade, but things happened and the cold hearted woman would be the one to take any and all diciplinary action. This left Jade a shy and timid girl, obediant only for fear of reprocussion. Her father worked from home where as his wife was gone from seven to nine. He was the one Jade spent almost all of her time with. Due to not being allowed to go to a normal school, she had few friends and depended greatly on her father for love and friendship, an unusual relationship between father and child. But this was no normal family. So when Jade was old enough to keep secrets and smart wnough to know what could and could not be said in front of her mother, he made a decision to suprise his daughter with a gift. The seven yeard old had always loved Pokemon. Living in the part of the world where they were as common as people, it was almost cruel that the girl had never had one for her own, let alone seen one in person. The mother was a bitch a hater of the creatures, in fact. She had strictly forbidded any of the 'monsters' to work for her and her family or even be owned by any of her workers. With how well their pay was, it was common for poor people to abandon their beloved partners for money to survive. Even her husbend had been forced to keep his best friend, Raticate, a secret from his own wife. He had released him when they planned to get married and it broke his heart more and more every day that he thought about it. Jade knew what the gift was immediately, immeasurable joy blossoming within the child as she hugged the egg. Following strict insturctions from her father, she kept the unborn Pokemon safe from her mother [though the woman worked all day and cleaned all night, so it was not difficult.] After what seemed like forever, a small Rattata was born, the small grey mouse looking severely different than the average of her species. Jade called the baby Chirp, as that was how the Pokemon communicated, snuggling happily into the girl's side for warmth. Time passed and the rattata grew, becoming a mischevious child. Jade spent all of her spare time holed up in her room, caring and loving little Chirp, and their bond became stronger and stronger each day. Even as Chirp had to hide under her bed or in the closet when the mother was home, the Pokemon knew nothing different and thrived on the love of her human. The father grew more and more relaxed each day, becoming increasingly confident each day with their arrangement in keeping the Rattata hidden. Fate was cruel, though, as everything came crashing down on the small family. Chirp was hungry. Jade was at school, the father out of the home, and the mother was also absent. Hiss listened for a long period of time before finally deciding it was safe. Jade had neglected to give the Pokemon her scraps that morning, not that she blamed her human, but the child was oh so hungry. Sneaking through the massive home, she found her way downstairs. Chirp found the kitchen by following her nose, going straight for the cuboard. Ripping open a bag of crackers, the mouse feasted to her heart's content. It was the scream ripping through the air that stopped Chirp's heart dead. The mother had the day off of work, the Rattata learned all too late, and the woman came home only seconds before her husband. She stared pleadingly up at the man, meeting his horrified gaze, as his wife came down like a bat out of hell. Using a broom, she threw and slammed into the Rattata until forced into a room and the door slammed shut. Chirp found herself locked in the basement of the massive home. Scared, the small Pokemon hid, but it wasn't like anyone was coming for her in the ink black dark. She could hear the voices of the humans above, the pleading desperation of the man, screaming emnity from the woman, and the shrill sobs of the daughter when returning home and learning her pet's fate. Life was a constant black hell from then on out for the Pokemon, years would pass without a single change. The mouse lived in constant cold, hunger, and fear. The woman refused to release her nor put her out of her misery, only opening the door to throw full trash bags down the stairs as means of scavenging food for the Rattata. THe man and daughter would try to coax out the small Pokemon, bringing real food and setting up water bowls, but she was scarred beyond repain, giving in to fear and running from the humans. She was weak, skin and bones, but somehow managed to suivive for years. She was alive... but only just. The Pokemon's mind warped back to almost primevil thoughts, becoming barbaric in her mannurisms as she degraded to communicating only through hissings. She spoke to herself, went mad from the misery and pain, even forgetting her own name without interation from anyone. She could no longer recall what the sunlight on her fur felt like. Feral and dangerous, the Pokemon was beyond saving. The savior only came in the way of sure escape. She did not even know what was happening. It was the normal wretched light from upstairs as the door opened, but the odd part was watching the man walk down into the basement and her filthy domain. Without warning, he flashed out with what she had forgotten existed- her Pokeball. Minutes later, she found herself released into the forest on the outskirts of the humans' property. Left alone, she had a mental breakdown, not used to the sun or the openess or lack of pain, and passed out from the strain of a crippling anxiety attack. She was found by a being that most go life times without seeing... the Legendary Azelf. The Sinnoh elf took pity on her, rushing back with his other two siblings, begging to help eachother, aid the healing of the dying Rattata. Eventually, his pleading was heard by the other two and the elves used their powers to heal her heart, mind, and spirit, renewing her will to live. The Ratta never knew this, though, as she was uncounscious through the entire process, but when she woke up, she was shaken but calm. Stumbling forward through the wild, she found herself WIP
Appearance	Far from looking the same as the average of her species, this Rattata has discoloration, scarring, and many acessories setting herself apart. Her pelt's base is a darker gray than the purple of other Rattata, her skin a snowy white where it shows on her ears and paws. Her tail and undebelly are the same absence of color. Orange markings adorn her fingers and paws in general. Circular marks on her shoulders and thigh of the same tanish orange and stripes show on her face and wrists. Mayjor scarring on her from past abuse and punishments, several thick gashes show on her lower back and a nasty tear shows on her left ear. Having a face that shows her past, past wounds on her nose and forhead keep fur from growing over, but the most noticable scarring is the covering of her left eye. Leaving her pupil slit and clouded over with blindness, no fur will grow on the portion of her face where the horrific wound was afflicted. Her favorite posession her Everstone Sythe, she cherishes it. Nearly twice as tall as her, the blade is a wicked curve with another, smaller hook like daggar on the opposite site. Bandages wrapped around her sore arm do run out, and she keeps the leftovers on the bottom half of her weapon, keeping them close for when needed. Two golden rings wrap around the wood beneath the Everstone blade, two feathers hanging in a show of beauty. The same golden colored metal makes up two earings on both ears, a bracelette on one paw, and two rings on one toe. Adorned with the items from her spiritual oractices, she holds herself up high and proud. Bold and unafraid to stand up for what she believes, there is no one that this Rattata will not stand up to. A firm scowl usually set on her face, cold blue eyes take in everything going on around her, despite the one being clouded over with blindness. She always has her Sythe with her and is not afraid to use it for defence despite it not being made with the intention of being a weapon.
Personality	WIP
User Notes	Had permission for Azelf and Uxie to be in history With rats having hands, I figured being able to forge primitive tools was allowed if they had the intelligence and means to do so Does not give out any of her names, especially not her spiritual name, but will allow anyone she meets to give her a name for same of having something to call her. Only exception is Rievesse, who never has called her by a name. (She does not even go by her species as a name. She actually detests being called 'Rattata' for it shows how little imagination the one naming her that has.) Due to her belifs, as well as trauma from when she was a child, she has no massive teeth showing. They are much smaller and sharper than the average Rattata, but she makes sure to knaw them down as often as possible. Golden bands are made from a material that is a very moldable metal and they were literally crafted and percisly placed on her. She cannot take them off herself unless someone strong bends them off. Yes, the wife/ex wife is a fucking psychotic fucking bish with many, many issues. The husband was scared of his wife, of devorce. He was the poor one that married into the rich life and let that become his 'reason' for not letting the Rat go free sooner. After his actions, he was devorced. Similar to those ressurected from infection by Ho-Oh, the Rattata does still have relapses to insanity and has been known to have odd behavior at times. Likewise, she has had odd dreams/visions, but nothing is ever relivent at all.

Riveese The Cursed Liepard
Text Color	#75A897
Item	None
Gender	Female
Age	Adult
Species	#510, Dark Type, Liepard, the Cruel Pokemon
Height	4'03" [Taller than average.]
Weight	82.7 lbs
Pokédex Entry	Black::These Pokémon vanish and appear unexpectedly. Many Trainers are drawn to their beautiful form and fur. White::Stealthily, it sneaks up on its target, striking from behind before its victim has a chance to react.
Level	68
Ability	Limber
Nature	Quiet
Characteristic	Likes to run
Moves	Slash [Leveled Up.] Assist [Leveled Up.] Night Slash [Leveled Up.] Sucker Punch [Leveled Up.]
History	HISTORY WIP
Appearance	Having a very thin and lanky body, Riveese is very cheetahlike in appearance. She has a long, borderline emaciated frame with a chest and sunken in stomach. Her legs hold her high off the ground and her tail is strangely long for a Liepard. Widespread toes, she never retracts her claws on instinct for her love of running. A particularly scraggy pelt, she is not groomed regularly and thus there are parts of her palt that will not stay down, on her back for example. Her most noticable feature, though, is very oviously the horns protruding from her skull and the several spikes along her spine in the middle of her back. Strong and tall, Riveese cannot hide these features of herself, but she has scars from times when she tried. Scars criss cross the top of the feline's head where she had tried to literally claw the demonic horns from her head. But they are attached to her skull and are bone, so there is nothing left from the experiance but more bitterness and scars where fur grew over. Completely unlike her species or her father's, Rye has a pelt many shades of soft gray. Her base is a faded shade consistant for most of her body. Legs and underbelly as well as her tail holds whisps of a much softer, almost white color. Whisps of dark on her shoulders and sides while light on her throat and neck. Black marking on her face like tear stains line dark emerald green eyes and light ears. Dark gray spots and marks in uneven patters adorn her back and dip down her tail that eventually ends in stripes. Her paws and heels hold more of the spots. Always slouching, tail tip twitching in irritation, she tends to look like a lazy old cat. But her claws are deadly and her slit pupiled eyes are always narrowed to a cold stare. Ears back and frown always present, Rye is not an approachable individual and would much rather keep everyone away with a venomous glare than make friends.
Personality	An individuel few ever want to cross, Riveese is a tightly wound knot of hidden emotions and past demons. Quick to anger, the Liepard is more likely to use animalistic means of communication than speaking, a growl or sharp hiss prefered to using words. Used to being the invisible one in a group, she has learned to keep quiet and is a silent pressance lurking in the shadows. An antisocial creature by nature from the way she has lived for so many years, Riveese prefers to stay out of sight. Invisibility is prefered, but has been scolded by her traveling companion and this chooses the shadows instead. She finds that the Rattata is the only soul she has ever been okay with having near her. But anyone else, Rye is one for nonverbal communication and is very skilled with letting anyone know how unwelcome they are. She hates everyone and anyone, avoiding large crowds like the plauge itself. Has a special loathing for children and any canine Pokemon. Especially Houndoom. She is a very proud individual. Raised to put heavy faith in honor and equalism, Rye will not fight anyone smaller than her. No matter how prevoked, she can easily keep her temper in check. That does not mean that she will not stand up for herself, though, and is more than willing to deal punishments in exchange for insults. Her claws never retract and her fangs gleam in the moon light. She is so fast, only a blur, before suddenly you are pinned, her deathly calm voice whispering a threat into your ear. A gifted fighter, a true prodigy after all of her training and beating, the Liepard is an invaluable partner in a fight. The flip side is her preferance to remain out of any interactions or bickering. Riveese will only step into a fight if her Master tells her to or if there is a huge battle comencing. Otherwise, the lanky feline could not care less if two living tore eachother apart before her eyes. After exacting her revenge, she is oddly docile compared to her anger before. Keeping an eerie calm besides the usual hard stare, she is really easy to forget about completely from where she hangs in the shadows. Uncaring of anyone's emotions or feelings, Rye is bluntly and right to the point when she does speak. Having no tolerance at all for stupidity, she can speak biting words without batting an eyelash. In turn, words do not effect her. Having been abused her entire life, they are only words to the mutated cat. She is no longer sensetive to those in control, like the Rattata, for she knows her strength could easily overpower anyone who tries to dominate the cat. Few things get past her cold exterior and anger her, one being blatant disrespect of power. If after a show of dominance someone scoffs at her, they might find her fangs at her throat. Children are another. Riveese despises children after her pain of being denied her own, thus ending up channeling it to all and any young around her. Unfair fights are not allowed in her eyes either. If there is a battler playing dirty tricks, the feline will actually step in and fight alongside the opposing party because it was not a fair fight. But having no attatchments, she is quick to dismiss whoever she helped as soon as the fight is won. But overall, she is a very unargumental and calm creature. Shame burns within her heart. Shamed with her curse, Rye has tried more than once to rid of the horns protruding from her head but with no sucess. Sensetive about them, she has already accepted that she is the spawn of Satan and only agrees if called the old insult. Ashamed of how she took so many lives with the slaughter of her 'home', she will not speak of it. Her past before meeting the Rattata is a mystery to all and she swears to take it to her grave. Due to this she is a conflicted individual, often having nightmares about the unforgivable deed she did and only making it feel better by shelling her heart off more to the world. Adding ice to her veins until she freezes.
User Notes	Theme Songs: I'm Not The One || 3OH!3 ; Let The Bodies Hit The FLoor || Drowning Pool ; Despises children Really dislikes fighting nowadays Refers to the Rattata as her Master and will follow any of her commands to her dying breathe Father was a Houndusk and shares mother with Soothve the Purrloin.