Vulcan Blaze

[[GreyWolf]]

Name: Vulcan Blaze [#602]
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Pokemorph: Houndoom
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Trainer Class: Pokemon Trainer
Hometown: Sootopolis City, Hoenn [Unknown to him]

Appearance:

Height: 5'3"
Weight: 100 lbs.
He looks like a normal boy. Well, except for the whole pokemorph ideal. He is skinny, no doubt about it, though don't let this fool you. He is stronger than most people, the effect of having been experimented on, despite how he looks. You may see a skinny little boy, wearing houndoom horns and tail but thats just simply it. He is just that. A Houndoom to say it bluntly. He indeed has these metallic horns on his head, connected to his skull, the roots hidden by his silvery hair. His face still has boyish features about him, his eyes a gleaming crimson color. He has metal bands that encircle his wrists, for both protection and weapons. He finds that hitting someone with the bands is quite more effective than with his fists, though to use them is rather difficult. He may also use them to defend himself, the way he sees it, the bands are part of him, stuck to his skin that they don't come off at all, might as well use them. His ankles are covered with the same bands, but they are normally hidden under his boots.

He is agile. His light body makes for quick one. His tail is about a meter long, often arched up, and ends with a fork. Whenever he runs, his tail could act like a rudder, or like a bird's tail, it helps him keep his balance. His nails and teeth are sharp, and much tougher than any human's. Though, it wouldn't exactly be proper to bite or scratch anyone, but he feels safe enough knowing that he has other weapons with him. His back is also protected by the metallic bands, three cover his back, while one surrounds his neck, and skull-shaped crest just above his chest. It too is stuck to his skin, and there seems to be no way to take it off, unless he tried to carve it out. His choice of clothes are simple. Deciding on lose clothing instead of restrictive ones, to make sure he'd be able to move comfortably. He prefers cotton clothing, otherwise, he feels itchy.

Personality:

A real hot head. Perfect, considering his condition. He charges in at almost everything. As he'd put it. I react, not think. He rarely ever calms down. He likes to butt into things that aren't his businness. Secrets and the like? He'd definitely want in. He yells out his thoughts and opinions, just like that, not caring what others may think or do to him. For one thing, he believes in his own defensive capabilities, and even if he weren't strong, he still would. At least, that's what he thinks. The thought of battle gets him excited.

He is stubborn to a fault. He likes to pursue his own ideals, believing them as best for himself. His ideals being a number of other things. For instance, not backing down from a fight, despite the odds. He'd rather rough it out, than quietly submit. He'd make a big deal, whether he'd win or lose. Perhaps its the dog in him, fighting and fighting, until he finally rises to claim victory saying that, he isn't the least bit hesitant whenever it comes to battling. He is a rather restless fellow, sitting around and doing nothing isn't one of the things he wants to do in his life. He is loyal too, through thick and thin, if you've made him your friend, he'd help you as much as he could. He values favors, and wouldn't hesitate to return one.

Saying that, he is actually quite sharp, sometimes. He may notice a few things if they're out of the ordinary, his senses sharper than most humans but his brain not exactly used all the time. His impatience, for one thing, would be his downfall. If he could simply think his way through, instead of mindlessly bashing onto a wall, he'd probably be able to accomplish so much more. He knows how to read though slowly, he could improve that with practice, but he doesn't like to. He focuses more on speech, and shuns away anything with words. He'd rather listen than read, any day.

He takes a lot of things seriously. Fighting skills, lessons, extra info, he absorbs them like a sponge though might forget them later but at the beginning, he'd be able to understand the basic concepts and work his way up. He extremely values his friends, his loyalty an indicator of that, he wouldn't risk anything if that meant his friends would be hurt, unless he was confident enough to be able to pull through in a tight situation.

History:

Subject number six hundred and two. Final report.

Parents are deceased. No relatives seemed to have claimed him. Found in Sootopolis City, the Hoenn Region. Estimated age, six years old. Current address is unavailable, lives on the streets. Retrieving successful.

That was the last report the agent made, before picking up the boy. He had no parents to mention, no other aquaintances to speak off, and he was young, a perfect test subject. No one would miss the street rat, certainly not the authorities. And so they took him, drugged and fast asleep. It was easy to trick the boy, to say the least. The field agents took him to their facilities, where his vitals were stabilized and tests began to ensue. Tests were done for a number of reason, for one thing, it was to make sure that the new vitamins would be accepted by the body. It would've been a terrible waste if the body didn't accept them, then the vitamins would simply eat the rest of the cells, and the boy would die, much like how some of the other experiments went by. Since, even though some passed the test, there was still no sure way to tell if the body would accept the changes.

Thankfully for him, it did.

He woke up, after seven days out from the surgery, his memory fuzzy. He couldn't recall his name, how he had gotten to such a place, or even where he was. He was left in isolation for a while, before someone finally realized he as awake, and began to give him supplements. The first time he saw himself in the mirror, he wasn't exactly surprised. His memory was fuzzy, and he wasn't able to recall what he had looked like before, and simply accepted this as his natural appearance. He was a half-Houndour at this point, none of the scientists wanted to use the term Pokemorph, as they thought those to be of mere fantasy. Here, they created halfs. He wasn't the only half, of course, after a few months that they made sure his conditions were stable, he was sent to the white room, as they called it, where the rest of halfs were. There were about ten other halfs in the room when he came, and he was given a number, not a name. So he stumbled on the introductions to the other halfs, saying each others number, noting one another's features. He noticed that they were all pretty much basic pokemon, none of them had gone to the point of evolution yet, and they were all relatively young and docile. They were taught how to read and write, they were taught discipline, scared off by the thought of impending death, given elementary education about the world of pokemon. He was like that for the next couple of years, quiet, obediently listening, pretty much a zombie.

It was only after evolution that they were given proper attention. Evolution was rough, the pain was intense, stretching out for a week, before the changes settled in, and their bodies adjusted. Him finally turning into a Houndoom, was what the scientists had been waiting for. Well, in truth, they were waiting to see if the halfs would die and out of the ten, only four survived. After evolution, the four of them underwent training. This time, instead of sitting in a classroom, they were taught to fight. To serve their purpose, why they were still allowed to live for so much time. Fighting, was one thing that woke him up from his zombie-state. The fights fuelled him, letting out his personality as the rowdy Houndoom. They were trained, much like pokemon, taught to maneuver their moves to give the best possible outcome. Who did they fight? Just about anything. Robots, pokemon, people themselves and then against each other. They were pitted against each other, each one trying to over throw the other. He wasn't one on the top fighters, but he could hold his own. They weren't the first of the experiments that went alright, there were others, older than them, who also were halfs, who also went throught the pain of evolution and battle. They were created to be an army. For who? He didn't know. Probably for the one who would pay the most.

He loved the fights. They made him want to live longer, experience more, beat someone up. He was a given the name Vulcan Blaze, an unofficial name, but one that he had to live with. The scientists kept on calling them by their registry numbers, but amongst themselves, they had their own names, their own thoughts, their own agendas.

"Hey, Vulcan, ever thought what could be out of this place?"

"Not really, Raid, why?"

"I'm kinda curious. We've been locked up here for a long time. I've forgotten what's out there."

"Its not too bad in here though."

"Well, we've never had some freedom Vulcan, don't you want to experience that just once?"

That was pretty much his last conversation, since Grey Storm hit. The facility was in turmoil, the water supply poisoned, most of the halfs were dying, others were going crazy. Vulcan was in panick. He had drunk some of that water too. There was chaos in the building, his head was spinning, he had to get out now. With all the commotion going on, the half was able to slip out the facility, groaning and dizzy, he made it out. He had only wanted to get out of that craziness, not really escape. But he had done so, and had gotten far off, such that it would've taken him quite some time to get back, not to mention the point of finding it. He looked off, the open space enticing him. Oh what the heck, and rushed off.

It was a few days later that he found that he wasn't as strong as he used to be. The effect of Grey Storm, no doubt. But as he found out, he didn't really need to fight that much anyway. After a few days in civilization, he saw that only pokemon did the fighting, not people. He wanted to try such a thing himself. And also he kept well away from being seen, when one such time, a person fainted when they saw him. He wasn't trying to be scary, it had simply been a dark night, and his eyes would often glow in such darkness. It wasn't his fault, right?

Pokemon

Species: Pidgey
Name: Raid
Gender: Female
Level: oo5
Ability: Keen Eye & Tangled Feet
Met: Promotion @ oo5
Moves: Tackle | Sand Attack | Steel Wing
Personality:

wip

Other:
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[Administration]

Accepted, naturally.

We should totally get my Mika and Vulcan to meet somewhere.