Posts by ink-nibblets

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Inkblot the Deino Pup .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]Inkblot weakly lifted up her head to face Aurora, before nodding a 'yes' in reply, sniffling softly. That was a lie. Inkblot wasn't okay...she'd never be okay...


    The Deino pup's coal-colored ears swiveled to the sounds of fighting, and her fur stood on end. "LEAVE ME ALONE! Can't you see I'm hurt already I knew all dragons were heartless!" A familiar voice cried in the battle. Inkblot reconised the voice to be Rose, whom had tormented the poor child no less than an hour ago. Rage began to bubble in her chest as she heard these ironic words; Inkblot dug her claws into the ground, growling. 'Let her die...' Inkblot silently begged Drake in the back of her mind.


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    Quickly, Inkblot mushed up some of the berries in the den and began to draw a picture with the berry juice. She put the picture in front of Heartlock.


    Inkblot's drawing was a picture of a familiar-looking Sylveon with the words; Have you seen this Fairy monster? She is the leader of the Fairy pack. Fairy pack likes to hurt me, and all of the Dragon Pack. I try to run but cannot escape...


    (Have I mentioned that Inkblot is mute? That's why she drew the picture instead of explaining :))


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Inkblot the Deino Pup .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]Inkblot was listening curiously. Hmm, maybe Heartlock was nice after all....but then things went downhill. As soon as the word Fairies was mentioned, Inkblot broke. The young Dragon-type arched her back with fur rising straight up, letting out a ghastly yowl at the Shelgon.


    The Deino kit turned tail-end and raced farther into the Medicine den to hide, forgetting all about the Full Heal Heartlock had kindly offered.


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    Inkblot didn't know what to do. She was shivering violently and couldn't think. The little Deino cautiously crept towards Sapphire and Aurora, afraid to get too close.


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    The little Deino kit watched as the commotion between the Dragons and Fairies rumbled through the forest, and Voodoo's return. The young Hydregion smelled of blood and pain. Inkblot whined in worry, tilting her head. The poor girl...what was she going though?


    [ I'm thinking of making Inkblot a Deino/Sneasel hybrid instead of a Deino/Seviper hybrid...]

    [spoiler= Omluu the Weavile, DONE!][align=center][img width=510 height=412]http://i.imgur.com/AGYFhq0.png[/img]


    the basics


    Name
    Omluu


    Nickname(s)
    Feral Child, The Cursed One, Omelet


    Gender
    Female. Gets mistaken for a male a lot.


    Age
    Although Omluu is evolved, she is still very young...well, physically


    Birth Place
    A shady forest up in North


    Pokémon
    Weavile



    at first glance


    Fur/Skin/Scale/Feather Main Colour
    Short, dirty, ebony-colored fur.


    Other Fur/Skin/Scale/Feather Colours
    Omluu has a blood-red 'crown' of feathers around her head and neck, aswell as feathers for a tail.


    Eye Colour
    Blood-red eyes with golden iris.


    Markings
    Jet-black tribal markings on her face and back.


    Scars
    Omluu has a huge burn scar along her chest, and is missing her left hind leg.


    Accessories
    N/A


    Disabilities
    She is three-legged, and is cursed(the curse is she will never age, but sees haunting illusions and has horrible nightmares)


    Detailed Description
    Omluu is a small, and roughed-up looking Weavile, who walks on all fours and is 0"10. Her appearance is feline-like and dark. Omluu's fur is raggy and ebony-hued, with jet-black tribal markings speckled along her face and back. Omluu's tribal markings represent her pack bloodline. A 'crown' of blood-red feathers surround her head, and around her neck like a collar, as well as a hoard of feathers aligned around her rump to form a slick tail. Omluu has glowing, blood-red eyes with a yellow iris; the black strips around her eyes aren't eyelashes, but instead markings. A circular golden jewel is embedded into her forehead, with three long hairs sprouting out from it. Omluu's front claws are white, jagged, and vicious, obviously designed for easily ripping apart flesh, while her back claws are smaller and maroon-hued. She has a small pink nose and cat-like muzzle, filled with sharp teeth just like her claws. Red whiskers sprout from her cheeks. A painful-looking burn scar slashes across her chest, and Omluu is missing a left hind leg.



    inside the mind


    Traits
    - Loner
    - Quiet and Reserved, rarely Speaks
    - Timid
    - Curious
    - Eerie and Strange
    - Understanding of other's Problems
    - Hostile at first glance
    - Observant
    - Lonely
    - Fights for survival
    - Sees haunting illusions
    - Collects bones and shiny objects


    Likes
    - Solitude
    - The darkness and night
    - Food
    - Art and painting
    - Bones
    - Shiny treasures


    Dislikes
    - Socialization
    - Bounty hunters, or any of Xerneas's forces
    - The bright daylight
    - Wide open spaces


    Strengths
    - Omluu's enemies often underestimate her because she is young
    - Very sharp senses, observant
    - The forest or any other cluttered setting; lots of places to hide and stalk!
    - Quick reflexes


    Weaknesses
    - She is three-legged
    - Omluu is a loner, and is very anti-social
    - Because of her curse Omluu sees very terrifying illusions, which can lead to disasters
    - The wide open spaces; there is nowhere she can hide
    - Doesn't get enough sleep because of nightmares


    Habits & Quirks
    - Omluu likes to collect bones and shiny objects, even if they aren't worth anything.
    - Omluu has a rather creepy habit of lurking out in treetops and curiously observing the activities of Pokemon.
    - Argues with her thoughts


    Detailed Personality
    Omluu is a very strange child. She's a loner at heart; reserved, quiet, and anti-social. Socialization is quite scary to her. Omluu can't count the number of times she's been accused of being mute because of how quiet she is. She's always silent with her eyes open, choosing to watch and observe the world around her instead of speak, she's a very curious and reserved little Weavile. Her curious nature has grown into some rather eerie and strange habits, such as watching Pokemon from the treetop's shadows. Omluu is timid, sorrowful, untrusting, and just a big 'ol traumatized mess. She had endured many struggles and death throughout her life, struggles that someone as young as her should never have to go through.



    the past till the present


    Mother
    Kaita the Weavile (decreased)
    A'koii the Mightyena (adoptive mother, decreased)


    Father
    Unknown Persian


    Sibling(s)
    Juasargo the Mightyena (adoptive brother, M.I.A)



    Detailed History
    Omluu never really knew her mother, or her father. Omluu's mother died after giving birth to her in the forest. A pack of Mightyenas, while patrolling their borders, happened to stumble across the newborn Sneasel and her decreased mother. A'koii, the dominate female and leader of the pack, accepted her into her family. They took her in as one of their own, raised her. But you see...this pack of Dog Pokemon were a group of criminals. Thieves, Murderers, Savages, whom whore the bones and skins of their fallen foes, and worshiped death. They were enemies with Xerneas, as they killed her followers and caused a disturbance throughout the forest. They taught Omluu how to fight, kill, and survive, how to fend for herself and how to defend herself against Xerneas's Heart Bearers.


    Despite Omluu's adoptive mother, A'koii, being leader of the pack, young Omluu always got teased and bullied because she was a Sneasel instead of a dog-like Pokemon. In fact...Omluu rarely even got any love from her adoptive mother. A'koii was too busy with pack leadership; launching raids, hunting, chattering with the higher positions, and performing sacrifices. It was mostly just her and her adoptive older brother, Juasar, A'koii's teenage pup. Juasar was almost like a fatherly figure to her. Omluu was quiet fond of most of her other packmates too, it was just Juasar was the only real sane one in this gang of psychopaths. While her packmates taught her of violence and brutality, he taught her of peace and understanding, and also taught her how to paint and draw. Omluu and Juasar were not only siblings, but became the greatest of friends.


    One day, tragedy struck. Xerneas had had enough of the Pack's destruction throughout the forest and their ways of slaughtering innocent Pokemon, so she sent her most powerful warriors to rid of them, a total of 120 Pokemon. Omluu's Pack was greatly outnumbered, as they only had 40 packmembers. Xerneas forces attacked, and the forest's greens were stained with scarlet at that night. Her pack fought savagely until their very last breath, fighting like warriors, but the odds were just too unbalanced. Her pack began to fall, corpses began to pile up. Suddenly a Ninetails warrior attacked her, about to blast her with a finishing-move Hyper Beam, when Juasar pushed her out of the way and instead the Hyper Beam blasted him. Not wanting Juasar's death to be in vain, Omluu fled for safety. But the Ninetails was instructed not to let anyone survive. The Ninetails used Ancient Power, crushing Omluu's leg with the huge stones, and she was trapped. Fueled by rage and grief, Omluu sent out an endless barrage of Blizzards and Shadow Balls at the Ninetails as she was trapped under the rock, fighting for her life. The Ninetails fell, but not before it mummered a final curse; Feral Child, whom shall be trapped in time, let the fallen souls of this night haunt your memories and dreams. The ones around you shall cripple and fall with age, while you still stand ripe with youth. May you wish the spirits be merciful, for insanity awaits. Omluu tried to squeeze out of the huge stone's grip, tried to push it away, but it wouldn't budge. She would be trapped here until they killed her...unless there was something she could do. It took a lot of self-encouragement and thought, but Omluu finally gathered the courage to do it; the little Weavile began to cut off her own leg(this is one hardcore Pokemon we are talkn' about here o_o). Free from the stone's grasp, Omluu fled to the forest, leaving behind a trail of blood in her path.



    the love in life


    Sexuality
    ".....?"


    Crush
    "A....crush? No thank you..."


    GF/BF
    "Nuh-uh..."


    Spouse
    "....."



    a role in the future


    Heart Bearer, Outcast, or Normal Pokémon?
    Outcast


    If Heart Bearer, which Heart?
    ---


    If Outcast, what crime was committed?
    Omluu committed several accidental murders. Not to mention the pack she was raised by had a very shady reputation.


    If Heart Bearer, what power was gifted to you?
    ---


    If Normal or Outcast, why join the Heart Bearer's quest?
    answer here


    Goal
    Omluu strives to prove herself to be a good Pokemon at heart.



    the skills of a Pokémon


    Species
    Weavile


    Ability
    Pressure


    Moveset
    - Night Slash
    - Shadow Ball
    - Poison Jab
    - Blizzard
    - Dark Pulse
    - Icicle Crash
    - X-Scissor
    - Dig


    Shiny?
    N/A


    Anything else?
    N/A



    behind the scenes


    Username
    Inkbite


    Screen Name
    bug-nibblets


    Comments
    You may use Omluu for your fanfic if you'd like ^v^


    Questions
    Nope :'3


    Concerns
    N/A


    Muse
    9/10


    Activity
    7/10


    Passcode
    Forest of life...COOKIE


    Other
    answer here
    [/spoiler]

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    Username: bug-nibblets
    What pokemon?: Weavile
    Male of female?: Female
    Pokemon Name: Omluu
    Warrior or Villain?: Villain...ish
    Personality: Omluu is a very strange child. She's a loner at heart; reserved, quiet, and anti-social. Socialization is quite scary to her. Omluu can't count the number of times she's been accused of being mute because of how quiet she is. She's always silent with her eyes open, choosing to watch and observe the world around her instead of speak, she's a very curious and reserved little Weavile. Her curious nature has grown into some rather eerie and strange habits, such as watching Pokemon from the treetop's shadows, and painting blood runics. Omluu is timid, sorrowful, untrusting, and just a big 'ol traumatized mess. She had endured many struggles and death throughout her life, struggles that someone as young as her should never have to go through.
    History: Warning, this is very long. Its from another thread I was in, but for no reason the thread was suddenly locked. :c


    [color=black][size=8]Greatest stat: Speed
    Level: Unknown
    Ability: Pickpocket
    Nature: Lonely
    Moveset(4-8):
    - Night Slash
    - Shadow Ball
    - Poison Jab
    - Blizzard
    - Dark Pulse
    - Icicle Crash
    - X-Scissor
    - Dig
    other: My favorites are Weavile, Liepard, and Deino. All hail the dark-types!


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    The little Weavile kit continued to work on her drawings, utterly silent. She could hear her heart beating against her chest. Although Omluu was completely silent, inside her mind a raging war was taking place.


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    Her gaze shifted to the others, a Zoura and Hydregion, and she narrowed her eyes at them as she blinked. Omluu hated when she didn't know what was going on; she just felt so...well, lost, as if something bad could crash on her life at any moment. It was scary! Wait...maybe her clanmates didn't tell her because she was just a child...not to mention, she had some very severe injuries that were still caked in fresh blood. Or...did she miss out...?


    Omluu walked forward, a limp in her step due to her missing limb, to get closer to the Zoura and Hydregion. "[size=7pt]Shadow...where is Shadow going?[/size]" Omluu asked in a barely audible voice, glancing over her shoulder to where Shadow had fled off to.


    Hydra sighed and debated between glaring at Eclipse again or explaining to the weavile kit what was going on. After all, the zorua wasn't being much of a help. The Hydreigon let out a slow hiss as she decided to answer. "I believe Shadow is going on one of those mission thingies for the warriors. Either that or she's waiting for a chance to help us 'join'."



    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Omluu the Weavile Kit .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][color=black][ OOC; not sure if I should change Omluu into a Sneasel or not, since a baby Weavile doesn't make sense :-\ Also sorry for the late reply! ]


    Omluu's blood-red optics widened as round as moons in realization. Oh! The mission! She had remembered hearing something about a 'mission' while recovering from the fateful night that occurred months ago, it just never really clicked into her brain.
    The little Weavile bowed her head to the Hydregion gratefully. "[size=7pt]Thank you, now I remember...I-I guess I just got lost in my thoughts...
    " Omluu replied, giving a sheepish smile.
    The kit then laid down as she waited, resting her head on the soft grass and curling her feathery tail around herself. Her eyes stared off distantly at the meeting room, clouded with mixed thoughts and emotions. The oh-so-familiar scent of Warriors was making her nervous. She didn't know if she could do this or not.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Meeiko the Weavile Kit .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][color=black][changing Omluu's name to Meeiko c:]
    The little Weavile's ears sharply twitched upwards; this was taking forever, and the commotion inside the meeting room was beginning to stir louder. Meeiko winced. She didn't want to go in there. The roaring of the crowd's chatter was like demonic chanting to Meeiko's ear's; it made the poor girl twitch and sweat with anxiety. She didn't like this, not one bit, but she had to do it...for the team. This meant everything.
    "[size=7pt]W-We...we should go...
    " Meeiko manged to signal to the Hydregion, before taking off into a full sprint towards the building, and into the doors. She shut her eyes and pinned her ears to the back off her skull as she blindly ran past the rest of the Warrior Pokemon, appearing as a blur of black and red; she accidentally bumped into several of them, and, as rude as it was, she didn't dare to look back to say sorry. Oh, how'd she wish to be back home surrounded by the company of the peaceful forest, the only sounds wisping away through the trees being the singing of bird Pokemon and the rushing water. Overcrowded buildings like this, buzzing with activity, were nothing like the forest.
    Thankful for her sharp senses, Meeiko was able to easily find Shadow and the rest of the gang through the crowd via scent, even with her eyes closed. The Weavile kit halted to a stop to the left of Shadow, and took a seat without a word. Slowly, judging there was nothing to fear anymore, she opened her eyes. When she did, Meeiko could only stare as the figure of a large Lucario looming over them, pelt coarsed with muscle and power glaring in his blood-red eyes. This was the leader of the Warriors? The Weavile shot a worried glance at Shadow, before her maroon-tinted gaze trailed down to her paws. Meeiko dug her claws into the soil as she began to practice drawing magic runes, trying to block out what was happening around her. Drawing was sortof like Meeiko's personal therapy exercise, to be honest. And it worked quite well. /museburst


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Omluu the Weavile Kit .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]Unfortunately the Weavile child was unaware of Midnight's presence, even when the Eevee spoke to her. She was lost in her magic rune drawings, focused and blocking out her surroundings. She was lost in her own little world. (*dramatic narration*)


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: 3px solid black; border-left: 0px solid transparent; border-right: 0px solid transparent; border-bottom: 0px solid transparent; width: 500px; margin-top: 1px;][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; color: #0C090A; text-shadow: 1px 1px white, 1px -1px black, -1px 1px white, -1px -1px black; margin-top: -54px; font-family: georgia; text-align: center;][size=34px]Meeiko the Weavile Kit .[/size][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0pt; font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; width: 450px;][size=8][color=black]Finally snapped away from her trance, Meeiko's wide-eyed gaze shot to Midnight. "I-i-i l-l-like y-y-your d-d-dra-a-awings." The Eevee had said; with all that stuttering Meeiko could barely make out what she was saying. But she could understand. The Weavile kit stared in silence for a second, before giving a solemn nod of 'thanks', and returning back to her rune drawings. No matter how nice this Eevee seemed, she was a Warrior, and Meeiko would never be push away the memory that the Warriors were the ones who slaughtered her formal Pack. That was all she saw. So you'd imagine, speaking with an Eevee warrior wasn't exactly in the little Weavile's mind right now.


    Meeiko was trying her best to avoid as much socialization as possible. Her eyes were focused distantly on her drawings. The roaring of chatter made her tremble and blood boil, so she pinned her ears down to her skull to block out the noises. Returning to her own little world. Soon enough Meeiko had completely forgotten about Midnight standing right beside her.