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Macbeth and Lady [TO BE GODS CAUSE FUCK YOU GUYS IS WHY]

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Post by Halloween 4th September 2013, 5:04 am


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Macbeth
Hex Color #0489B1
Item Bloody crown on head, crystals hanging from horns
Gender Male
Age Adult
Species #503, Water Type, Samurott, the Formitable Pokemon
Height 5'04"
Weight 233.6 lbs
Pokédex Entry One swing of the sword incorporated in its armor can fell an opponent. A simple glare from one of them quiets everybody.
Level 62
Ability Torrent
Nature Hardy
Hates to lose Hates to lose
Moves -  X-Scizzor [TM.]
-  Night Slash [Breeding.]
-  Razor Shell [Leveled Up.]
-  Hydro Pump [Leveled Up.]
History Macbeth came from humble beginnings, though the little otter has no memories of it.

His mother, a powerful Samurott, and his father, a timid Dugtrio, were once human owned Pokemon in the country of Scotland. But when the human had found out, he was furious. Immediately disowning the two from his team, they had their very first and only child, deeming the little tyke Macbeth upon hatching. He spent very little time with his biological parents; there was a village that lived very close by and the massive Samurott was spotted more than once. One day when the humans chased after the mother to capture the beast, the stumbled upon the ungaurded Oshawott pup. Immediately the wife of a farmer snatched up the baby, pleading to let the Samurott go and jut raise the child instead. The farmer agreed, and the hunt of Macbeth's mother was cut off. He was taken back to their home and grew up fast and stong with the serious physical labor of keeping up the buisness. Within a few years, young Macbeth could be left alone to do simple but repetetive tasks like filling water bowls and cleaning the tractor. He was as one with the family of the farmer and his wife, given attention and treats at the end of the day when all chores were done. It was not suprising to any of them when one day Macbeth returned from the fields as a newly evolved Dewott. There was rejoicing, but it was overshowered.

Not weeks after his evoltuion and steady grow, the couple he lived with were faced with serious poverty. The pair could not affort to care for their crops or cattle, even with the help of their only Dewott. Macbeth had never been one to trifle with their human affairs, simply going about his work and doing the chores he had learned to love. He was completely taken off gaurd at their choice to sell the Dewott. The king of the country had been in a nearby city, looking for new pets and warrior Pokemon to add to his collection. Offering a foolishly large amount of money in bills and gold, the farmer sent Macbeth off before he could even complain. He was sent to live with one of the king's highest nobles, put into a strict training schedule that put more pressure on the youth than he could ever recall. He watched from faraway as the human they called King took his prize for a simple house pet, a Stoutland by the name of Duncan. Duncan... Macbeth would never forget the mutt's stupid smile and his naive beleif that everyone adored him. Macbeth was left to be nothing but the slave to a lord that only wanted cheap fights. The Dewott knew he was meant for so much more.

There were few upsides to being the fighting Pokemon of someone with status. Within a few years, Macbeth finally adorned the body of a great and powerful Samurott, looking like the spitting image of the mother he had no memories of. With his evolution came the attention of one who never gave him a second glance. The wife of Macbeth's human had a beutiful Serperior by the title of Lady. She had the unique coloring that had captured the water type's attention for many months, but due to him just being a mere fighter, Lady paid him no mind. But after reaching the highly feared final form, the snake not only gave him a second glance... she pursued him. It did not take much effort on her side, though, as Macbeth was not about to turn down the brilliant grass type. Coming together as official mates, the two were inseperable. Despite having to sometimes be gone for days or weeks at a time on trips with his trainer, the Serperior was always there waiting for him. They were equals in that chaotic time of war and death. The kingdom was almost completely turned on itself, once good men turning traitor and people slaughtered left and right. Macbeth saw a good amount of the fighting and blood, only sleetling his courage and braving through it. But there was a strange experiance he had during one trip- one he would never forget.

"All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis!"


"All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor!"

"All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!"


After one particularly blood battle, Macbeth was scouting his his close friend Banquo, a renound Noctowl famous for his virtues and loyalty to the king and Duncan. The two came across the scene where a vulpine creature danced around, cackling as if mad. It had a striking resemblence to a Zoroark, but three tails with horns on its... heads. Shocked, the duo realized that the creatue had a total of three heads, three necks, on one body. But they did not have the time to try and make sense of it, for the creature immediately began chanting, soeaking words that the Notcowl and Samurott had to make an effort to catch. The three heads were talking about otherworldly things, pointing at Macbeth. "You will be king," they told him. But when the sword bearer roared for an explaination, the Zoroark like creature canished into thin air, her manical laughter heard as they retreated. Bonquo simply questioned their sanity, wondering if the three headed creature had been their imagination or not, but Macbeth was thinking other things. The charge going through his body was more than enough to let the ambition, long since stifled, come to the surface. The Samurott wanted power. And he would have it.



Appearance - Strong and powerful, muscled body
- Variety of small scars, but nothing too noticable
- Spiked bands on horns that naturally adorn his head armor
- A bloody crown is always in his possesion, even if not always being worn
- Holds himself up high and proud, hardened gaze daring anyone to challange him, but at the same time he is just as likely to cowar back, reverting back to his unstable state of mind after murdering Duncan
Personality
PROS: Brave, determined, good morals, natural born leader, skilled fighter
CONS: Easily off track, guilt ridden easily, gulible, cracks under pressure, power goes to head
OTHER: Easily effected by the supernatural, frightened of Legends

User Notes - Based upon Shakespear's Macbeth from the play 'Macbeth', but with my own tweaks
- Daddy was a Dugtrio because why the fuck not
- Larger than average
- The three headed Zorombra's profile is here. They had no knowledge of anything supernatural; they just saw the way Macbeth acted when seeing Duncan become the King's pet and played on that. They thrive on nonesense and driving others mad, and the disappearing was simply manipulating themselves and their surrowndings with their illusion ability and slipping away 'unseen' by Macbeth and Banquo.











Lady Macbeth
Hex Color #663399
Item Choke collar with brilliant ruby gem, hanging crystals from leaves on neck
Gender Female
Age Adult
Species #497, Grass Type, Serperior, the Regal Pokemon
Height 10'10"
Weight 138.9 lbs
Pokédex Entry It only gives its all against strong opponents who are not fazed by the glare from Serperior's noble eyes.
Level 41
Ability Overgrow
Nature Calm
Characteristic Thoroughly cunning
Moves -  Leaf Blade [Leveled Up.]
-  Aerial Ace [TM.]
-  Leaf Tornado [Leveled Up.]
-  Calm Mind [TM.]
History HISTORY



Appearance - Lithe and strong, a healthy body
- Striking crimson eyes, as opposed to the soft brown orbs of others of her kind
- Base color is a bright, lilacy purple with royal blue draped across her back and swallows up her tail
- A soft pastel pink face and silver markings
- Collar adorned with jewels around neck, jewelry hanging from leafs at neck
- Always gracious and smiling kindly, but hiding wcked smirks beneath her beautiful exterior
Personality
PROS: Intelligent, bold, famously patient and calm
CONS: Messed up morals, no issues with death or murder, secretly wracked by guilt for past actions, disgusted with humans, vain, stubborn, quick tempered, master at masking emotions, manipulative, dangerous, deceptive, smooth liar
OTHER: Obsessed with making herself look better and more beautiful, loves rare gems and other expensive metals

User Notes - Based upon Lady Macbeth from Shakespear's 'Macbeth', but with my own tweaks
- Complete and utter credit to Phoenix for giving me Lady Macbeth's design, shown here. C: I was struggling so hardcore with it and Phoe really helped me out. <3 Thanks again!

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