Post by Azar on Apr 3, 2018 1:13:50 GMT
[attr="class","groupidol"]outlaw | [attr="class","aboutmeidol"] [attr="class","titeidol"]personality Azar has been molded by his mother's way of thinking since he was born. She built him from the ground up, broke him down, and glued him together piece by piece. What she created is an aggressive, power-hungry dog who would do whatever it took to get what he wants. He is steadfast in his ways, and he will not change his mind once it has been made. It would take a very influential Pokemon in his life to get him to change a plan or decision. First impressions are often the most important factor in how Azar views someone. While he may not be the friendliest pooch around, he finds an interest in anyone who can put up with him or sass back. Typically, these are the Pokemon he wants to meet again and again, the Pokemon that can get close enough to him to find that he isn't just a scowling, hot-tempered Growlithe. He is more loyal than you might imagine, and he would put his life on the line to protect those who have earned that loyalty. Granted, you might not have earned his trust. That takes a little more effort. While his life may have revolved around physical training, Azar was also trained to have all the makings of a cunning leader. He is intelligent, though it is often overshadowed if his anger gets the best of him. He is capable of making quick decisions while under pressure (whether or not it's the right decision is debatable), and he has learned to read others to a certain degree. He is better at understanding body language and adjusting conversation and the like based on that. [attr="class","titeidol"]traits
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[attr="class","titeidol"]history Far from Elysia, a large pack of canine Pokemon reigned with fear. They believed that they had a rightful claim to everything they saw, everything within their territory. What they had was never good enough; they wanted more and more. Leading the pack was a massive Arcanine called Nasrin. She was the brains as well as the brawn, wickedly cunning yet able to hold her own on the battlefield. Countless times had she been challenged for leadership, countless times had she won. In time, she produced an heir, an orange scrap of fur with pale blue eyes. No one knew she had taken on a mate, and the identity of the pup's father remained a mystery. Nasrin was never going to win the mother of the year award. She was strict, dealt harsh punishments, and held the mentality that children should learn through experience. He was left out to fend for himself more times than he could count before he should be without his mother. Some members of the pack thought she might be trying to get rid of the pup at times, especially if she stormed off with him hanging in her jaws after a mistake was made. Time and time again, he kept finding his way home. Time and time again, there would be the smallest glimmer of pride in the Arcanine's eyes. Eventually, Azar was deemed ready for training. He was assigned a mentor from one of his mother's most trusted warriors, a Midnight Lycancroc with a hulking form and sadistic grin. Due to his type disadvantage and obvious experience difference, Azar was bloodied, bruised, and limping after each lesson. He got used to the pain, sucking it up since his mother would have none of his complaints. When he was twelve, he was forced into multiple trials to become a true warrior of the pack. This included stealing an egg from a feral dragon Pokemon's nest (which he narrowly passed and almost crushed the egg in his attempt to flee), stealing from a small cabin settled just outside a forest dungeon (he might have started a fire and burned the place to the ground but still got the loot), and finally... sparring against his mentor. He almost failed the final trial, and he only managed to pass by breaking his mentor's arms with Iron Tail to keep him from throwing rocks at him. Becoming a full warrior, his mother let him rest up just long enough to recover. Then she sent him out with a group of more experienced canines to handle a border dispute. The years that followed involved routine patrols, hunting, stealing, and raiding. At sixteen, his mother began properly prepping him to take over the pack, something that led to backlash from the older members who believed they were more qualified. They would bide their time, however, finding the young heir to be an easier foe to challenge once he took the throne. At twenty, his mother's state slowly started to deteriorate. At first it was mental, then it was physical. She tried not to let it show to her pack, but Azar faced the full brutality. She took out her frustration on her only son, beating him black and blue as he tried to calm her down. Eventually, her leadership faltered, and Azar did what he had to for the good of the pack. He dragged her limp body to the center of their camp and jumped on top, letting out a howl for all to gather. Nasrin was no more, and he would be taking his rightful place as leader. Surprisingly, he went unchallenged for a few years. At twenty-five, someone finally stepped up to challenge him. He lost, but willingly. He arranged for the pack healer to declare him dead as that was the only way for the challenger to win. Faking his own death, he was carted off by the healer and the healer's apprentice for burial while a Mightyena took the throne. His body was patched up and left at the far border of their territory, and Azar got up after a few hours of rest and left. So, why did he throw the match? He was tired of living off his mother's legacy. He wanted to build one for himself. If that meant one day challenging the very pack that raised him, so be it. | [attr="class","glanceidol"]Azar [attr="class","glanceidol"]Azar [attr="class","glanceidol"]male [attr="class","glanceidol"]growlithe [attr="class","glanceidol"]level 05 [attr="class","glanceidol"]twenty-eight [attr="class","glanceidol"]adamant [attr="class","glanceidol"]proud of its power [attr="class","glanceidol"]flash fire [attr="class","glanceidol"]played by AdmiralPugs |
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