Eneaeveese and Reenelin [Gods of Envy and Greed]

[Halloween]

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Text Color-
#662C62
Name-
Eneaeveese [Eny-a-vees] Nicknamed herself Envy
Gender-
Female
Age-
Adult
Level-
37
Moves-
-  Sucker Punch [Leveled Up.]
-  Shadow Punch [Leveled Up.]
-  Sludge Bomb [TM.]
-  Thunderbolt [TM.]

Ability-
Levitate

Nature-
Rash
Characteristics-
A little quick tempered
National Dex No./Species-
#093, Ghost/Poison Type, Haunter, the Gas Pokemon

Height-
5'03"
Weight-
.2 lbs

Pokédex Entry-
By licking, it saps the victim's life. It causes shaking that won't stop until the victim's demise.

Item-
None

History-
It always starts with just a thought, a prod, something to push you off the edge. Eneaeveese was born under the watchful eye of an experianced Ghost type breeder. The woman was gruff but kind, giving the Gastly all she needed and could want. She was really just an average for her species among the other Gastly hatched at the same time, but even as a child Eneaeveese was never satisfied. The Ghosts were trained and chosen specificly to have their own role, some would stay and be breeders or some released to up the population, but most of them would be sold out as battling Pokemon. That was her goal. Every day they trained to be up to par, Eneaeveese was ruthless. She had to be better than the others. She always had to be noticed. A day where she went unnoticed by the sharp eye of their caretaker was a failure in the Gastly's eyes. But even at this stage, she was not a nasty Pokemon. Eneaeveese worked hard but still was a social, likable creature. With every day that passed, she grew more and more in level and the breeder did indeed notice this.

At a few years old, it was time to send the Gastly to the places they would spend the rest of their lives. Eneaeveese watched as the days passed. Three were released into the wild. Two females were kept as breeders. Eneaeveese got more and more anxietal as the days came and left- then, finally it was her time. The Gastly was the first to be sold, all to her joy. She had been picked out specificly by a family that had a long history of Ghost type partners. They were very open about death, the afterlife, and the family of a married couple and a little girl already had a handful of other Ghosts living with them. The father had a Gengar and a Yanmask by his side, the mother a Bannette and a Litwick, but their girl had no such partner. Eneaeveese was breifed by the family that they once had two daughters, having gotten the other one a very rare shiny Chandelure. But after an accident, the daughter did not make it and the Chandelure vanished, escaping authoraties. It was all a lot for the Gastly to take in, but she just settled for being loved by her new human instead. Due to the training she had endured, the Gastly evolved within only a few weeks. Life was good for the Haunter.

Eneaeveese became close friends with the other Pokemon of the house, learning a lot from the Banette and Gengar especially. They aided her in training herself further and mastering the TM moves she had been gifted. For a few years, life was just as she had hoped for. There was no need for her obsession with attention, what with a human fawning over her each day. But one day Eneaeveese was out on her own in the night and she found the oddest looking pokemon she had ever seen- shaped like a chandelere with orange and gold flames whisping by on its many long arms. Eneaeveese was instantly captivated by the stranger, befriending him easily enough in the nights that followed. The stranger never gave her a name, not even his species, but the Haunter trusted him. His cool demenor and intelligent advice had the duel type idolizing him in a matter of weeks.

So Eneaeveese was too blinded by her own adoration to notice something wrong when he started making demands of her. It started out small- find out how many humans live in the city, how many miles away does the police force building lay. But then they got odder. Eneaeveese, see that Pidgeotto? Corner it, rip the Spirit right from it, like our ancestors did. Eneaeveese, go knock out that human, take his Pokeballs and do the same to them, too. Over time, Eneaeveese started to see nothing wrong with the demands the stranger made. She saw it as trainig, training to become a better version of herself. This was where she went down the road to destruction, her mind slowly warped by the stranger to become nothing but his puppet.

After doing things for well over a year, the police in the town were on high alert. Always on the look out for who was doing the murders. Eneaeveese never saw it as such, but she also no longer saw the problems with stealing one's Spirit. It was fun! Watching the terror in the eyes of her victim, the whites of their eyes and dialation of the pupils, then the limp defeat as the Spirit was tipped from their puny vessels. Each time she did it under her master's command was fuel, it became more addicting. Soon she was doing it without his guidance. She became thirsty for more, always more, always needing to have more. Seeing a Pokemon chirp or smile gleefully stabbed the Haunter right inside of her body- she needed to have their Spirit. All of it. From everyone. She would have gone mad with the ability if not for the stranger's guidance.

But despite all of the Pokemon Spirit she had stolen, not once had she taken from a human. So when her master told her it was time for a test, Eneaeveese did not hesitate. "Take the Spirit of the human who owns you." Having been spending more and more of her time away from home and with her master, she had already been unintentionally severing the familial ties with the family- the girl no longer fawned over her. So that night, her master followed the Haunter to the girl's room. Both Ghost type's eyes shining in the moonlight, the human's screams ripped through the air before dying to a painful silence that accompanied her death. She turned to her master happily, proud of her accomplishment, but the other residents of the home came into the room to see their dead daughter and the Haunter there crazed with glee. Screaming with horror, the parents called police, trying in vein to capture the Pokemon in question within her Pokeball, but the Haunter was no longer content and happy. Enraged at their behavior, she lashed out, killing the mother as she hit a wall and did not get up.

Fleeing the scene, Eneaeveese searched desperately for her master. Where was he? Weeks passed. Nothing. The Haunter grew frantic, fearful. She had never gone so long without seeing her master. But with the sudden appearance of the undead accompanied the return of her beloved master. As the red eyed undead ravaged the land, Eneaeveese was overjoyed with releif to find him. "My child, you have done well," he told her. "You have earned the right... to call me Greed." Finally knowing his name, Eneaeveese came to the conclusion it was time to follow suit. "And from now on, I shall be Envy... my lord." The two then set off together, sticking it out through the Epidemic together.

Appearance-
- Average looking Haunter

Personality-
Pros: Brute strength, good at taking orders, skilled with natural abilities
Cons: Unpredictable, loud, headstrong, rash, insecure, high strung, has no sense of wrong and right, morals warped, no shame, high amounts of pride, envious of almost everyone and everything in one way or another
Other: Obsessed with Greed, will do whatever he says without question, obsessed with stealing as much Spirit as she can

User Note-
- Still does not know Greed is a Chandelure and refers to him as master, my lord, my leige; will very rarely call him by his name
- Goes solely by Envy now and will not even share her name to others
- She is not in love with Greed, just blindly devoted to him in any and all ways lol
- Talks in a loud, shrill voice; almost always shrieking loudly when speaking

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Text Color-
#513D8A
Name-
Reenelin [ree-nee-lin] Nicknamed self Greed
Gender-
Male
Age-
Aged adult
Level-
67
Moves-
-  Inferno [Level up prior Evo.]
-  Shadow Ball [Level up prior Evo.]
-  Psychic [TM.]
-  Energy Ball [TM.]

Ability-
Flash Fire

Nature-
Calm
Characteristics-
Thoroughly cunning
National Dex No./Species-
#609, Ghost/Fire Type, Chandelure, the Luring Pokemon

Height-
3'03"
Weight-
75.6 lbs

Pokédex Entry-
The spirits burned up in its ominous flame lose their way and wander this world forever.

Item-
None

History-
Born in the wild, captured, trained. That is the fate of all Pokemon. Reenelin was no different. He had grown up in the wilds of Unova among the population of his own kind. Far from humans and not treated any differently, he would have never known he was different colored. But after evolving to a Lampent under the helpful watch of his parents, he had grown cocky. Venturing closer and closer to human settlements, he was unfortunately enough to have been spotted. Careless and naive to his rare state, Reenelin was captured by a young ace trainer. The man collected rarties and sold them for profit and Reenelin was no different. The Lampent faught back, trying to get free from the human contraption, but he had no choice in the matter. Within hours the rare shiny Ghost was already being shipped off to a wealthy collecter. The man was overweight and disgusting, making the Lampent shy away in revoltion.

Reenelin was shoved into a cage made specificly for Ghost types, preventing him from phasing out and freeing himself. There was nothing in the cage, just bare walls and glass windows. This is where his hatred of humans came from. For many years, that was his life. Reenelin could do nothin but what the man asked, being a part of a collection for decades. Years and years and years passed. Reenelin was in a state of misery, dropping from crippling depression to a cold, seething rage. How dare that man keep him captive. How could humans be so full of themselves to think that not a thing could be their equeal, but all things are below them? Reenelin pondered this for those many uneventful years in the man made prison.



Appearance-
- Unnatural black colouration, deep crimson eyes
- Otherwise nothing to note

Personality-
Pros: Calm, smooth talker, intelligent, never ruffled easily, natural born leader
Cons: Endlessly plotting, chronic liar, bitter, revenge driven, distrustful, cynical
Other: Tight grip on emotions, never raises his voice, speaks seldom

User Note-
- He has a low, slick voice. Everytime he speaks, it is as if music to the ears. Gifted with a beautiful and attractive voice, Greed does not speak often and is usually litened to when he does.
- Communicates Telepathically with Envy and just Envy. He seldom speaks with strangers and may even seem like a mute with how little he does so.
- He does not give out his name lightly. Greed will not trust his name with anyone but Envy. However, he does not really care what others call him even if he will not respond to crude nicknames bestowed upon him.