Post by Hallow on Dec 25, 2010 22:07:32 GMT -5
"i can't make my own decisions
or make any with precision
well maybe you should tie me up
so i don't go where you don't want me
you say that i've been changing
that i'm not just simply aging
well how could that be logical?
just keep cramming ideas down my throat"
Character Picture/Sprite:[/color]
Name:[/color][/size]
Monarch
Gender:[/color][/size]
Female
OT:[/color][/size]
None
Trainer: [/color][/size]
None
Age:[/color][/size]
40 Years
Starting Age:[/color][/size]
40 Years
Species:[/color][/size]
Ninetales / Delta Snivy (Fire) / Beautifly / Paras
Type:[/color][/size]
Fire / Bug
Ability:[/color][/size]
Effect Spore
Flash Fire
"if God's the game that you're playing
well we must get more acquainted
because it has to be so lonely
to be the only one that's holy
it's just my humble opinion
but it's one that i believe in
you don't deserve a point of view
if the only thing you see is you"[/color][/size]
Appearance:[/color][/size]
Slender wolven--almost vulpine, even--bones and their structure define Monarch's body in most aspects, the bones themselves being extremely fragile and muscles better suited for running and maneuvering rather than fighting. Every inch of her physical being is one of defense, not offense, and is proof that an attempt at a head-on attack is close to suicide.
Closer to the surface, one can see that her fur is a deep grey, almost black, glittering with pure white stars in the moonlight--simply a reaction of pollen to the weakened rays of the sun, to be technical. Dull enough lighting in a forest can produce this effect as well, which, while it sounds beautiful, proves an obstacle in the road of survival.
Monarch's muzzle is long, similar to that of a fox, but on a wolf's face. Her ears are longer than a wolf's by perhaps an inch or less, and deep chocolate eyes pulse with passion and love, care and desire, no matter what situation she may be in--even when her life is at stake, such emotion is somewhere dancing in the background as a statement to who she is.
Tiny paws on thin legs make for a gorgeous-yet-breakable silhouette, but also shout volumes as to her speed. One look is all it takes to notice that the muscles are well-defined and solid from much practice, though the same look can take in the fact that she has no claws and therefore one less mean of self-defense that is common to canines.
Four long tails easily prove themselves to be of greater length than Monarch's body--long enough that the fae has wrapped them around and laid each tail across her muzzle before. They, too, are solid grey--except when Monarch is attacking. In those cases, their tips glow bright orange with power until that power is released.
Perhaps her most remarkable feature is the monarch-patterned wings sprouting from behind her shoulder blades that earned her the name she bears. In lighter tones are swirling patterns placed on top of the standard monarch one, sometimes visibly moving, others not--all in an unpredictable order, but it is suspected that they move in times of higher brain activity. Still, no one can be certain [this means I haven't figured it out myself yet.]
Personality:[/color][/size]
Monarch is, first and foremost, a loving creature. To all strangers, her heart is open wide and flooding with compassion and understanding. There isn't a need she wouldn't tend to or a hurt she wouldn't try to heal. A quiet nature sometimes interferes with this, not allowing much in the way of communication while Monarch goes about trying to assist others, but in the end, her true intentions are generally seen.
Despite this, her Ninetales nature is dominant in that she desires revenge when she's been hurt bad enough, and that desire is one strong enough to induce an aching in her bones to even the score. She is relentless, hunting and searching until she's done her job and is satisfied. The more time it takes for her to settle things, the more violent she becomes as she feels that her pain is being forgotten by the villain who inflicted it and whomever it may be is living free while she suffers.
Although it is ruling factor in her life, Monarch detests this aspect of herself. She yearns to be a creature more of love, less of hate, and generally regrets what she's done to cause anyone to suffer--no matter how well-thought out and deliberate her actions were. Unfortunately, she can rarely admit to anyone that she feels this way. To all watching her, it appears that she suffers no remorse.
If any creature is to earn Monarch's love and trust, they have gained a friend who will passionately do whatever she can to ensure their safety and well-being. Her actions and affections appear to be more than those of a friend, actually, but rather more of family, given that her state of mind labels them as such to her. There is nothing that can destroy that bond on her part. Even when she's out to make things even, there is no doubt in her mind that the love is still there.
"i know you don't believe me
but the way i, way i see it
next time you point the finger i might have to bend it back
and break it, break it off
next time you point a finger
i'll point you to a mirror"[/size][/color]
History:[/color][/size]
Monarch was born in secret to a Ninetales fae and a Jalorda--Beautifly--Parasect father Athanaric. The two never had any support for their relationship, considering the Ninetales was a loner without any sort of real home or family and the Athanaric's swarm had a deathly fear of Fire-types ever since a forest fire had destroyed their home during a battle with a Trainer's Charizard. Still, the two never stopped seeing each other and , upon finding out that his mate was pregnant, Athanaric never left her side. They would be together forever, he told himself. Forever and always.
But she had been telling herself different things. Athanaric looked weird, and his swarm would never like her. He would never leave them, so if she wanted anything to do with her children, she'd have to endure their hostility for the rest of her life. It was learn to like it or leave it. She chose to leave it.
Poor Athanaric had no idea. He kept loving her, thinking she was his until the end of time and she'd make the sacrifice for him. The night the kits were born, he never took his eyes off her for an instant. When the sun rose and his children were safe, he let them close for rest. By the time they opened, she was gone and he was a single parent.
It was for this reason that Athanaric never liked any of the three kits, aside from Shimmer. Monarch and her brother Kevan looked too much like their mother to be really loved, though lucky Shimmer showed little of her Ninetales parentage. Shimmer became the favorite in an instant, Monarch and Kevan picking up after her. She grew spoiled, just like any child in her situation, while her two siblings never experienced how not to be humble.
As she grew older, Monarch realized more and more that there was a life unlike this one. She didn't have to be anyone's slave. She was no one's property. She began talking with Kevan about flying away during the next migration, and after some urging, he agreed. The two slipped off mid-flight and disappeared. Athanaric never cared to look for them.
It was a long trip, flying from Unova to Hoenn. The two were afraid to make any stops, but it was necessary. They hardly saw anyone during the journey, but it was a deliberate action to try to avoid detection so early. They'd become more relaxed once they landed in Hoenn. It was decided before they took off. They just had to hold on.
Too bad Kevan didn't.
His wings had always been smaller than Monarch's, but she never imagined that such a difference would be the marker between his death and her survival. They simply couldn't support his body weight for as long as hers did. Over the middle of the ocean, he began to slip and soon, without a soul around to help or any sort of land in sight, he drowned. Who could watch their own brother drown, be helpless to stop it, and walk away without a few scars? Not many and not Monarch.
Hoenn greeted its newest heartbroken inhabitant with rain and warm weather. It was nourishing for the Grass-type lineage, sure, but the dominant Fire-type couldn't take it for very long, and the Bug-type had no tolerance for Mt. Chimney. Petalburg Woods was the best option left and she took it.
It was there she met Jack. He was a sleek-furred, well-built Mightyena who never pushed Monarch away. In fact, he welcomed the beauty of her Bug lineage and quite enjoyed having another canine around. With their identical need for companionship, they were instant best friends--never thinking of anything more. They made a great hunting pair and never strayed from each other's side.
Somewhere along the line, it came to Monarch's attention that she was the only one trailing after the other. He would go where he pleased for as long as he wanted whenever he desired and she was expected to follow. If she refused, he would ask what he'd done wrong and follow it with pleas to come. She always gave in.
Then came the accusations. He grew distant and gave her burning words as reasons why, moments later claiming he'd never been mad at her. It was a pattern. Neither of them could be happy at the same time anymore, but Monarch kept holding on. She never stopped having faith that they'd be happy with and have a friend in each other again.
Jack didn't have that faith. He left her.
The rest of Jack's life was, 0n Monarch's part, a battle between settling the score or letting him live happy out of love. Sometimes, from where he wouldn't notice her, she'd assist his happy endings or create more obstacles. He died a few years back, and Monarch still believes he never missed her or it mattered to him at all that she wasn't around anymore.
Moveset[/color][/size]
Flame Burst
Flamethrower
Purgatory
Morning Sun
Leech Seed
Flame Mixer (Delta variation of Grass Mixer)
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Items[/color][/size]
N/A
Apparel:[/color][/size]
A monarch butterfly-shaped pendant on her neck[/size]
"this is the last second chance
I'LL POINT YOU TO THE MIRROR
i'm half as good as it gets
I'LL POINT YOU TO THE MIRROR
i'm on both sides of the fence
I'LL POINT YOU TO THE MIRROR
without a hint of regret i'll hold you to it"[/color][/center]
PLAYING GOD lyrics by paramore !
MONARCH (c) 2010 hallow / distortion sleep RPG
[/size][/blockquote]MONARCH (c) 2010 hallow / distortion sleep RPG