Post by Lars Nilsen on Mar 30, 2019 1:12:45 GMT
last edited Apr 3, 2019 0:48:48 GMT by Lars Nilsen
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posted Apr 3, 2019 0:03:49 GMT
Post by Lars Nilsen on Apr 3, 2019 0:03:49 GMT
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Lars' Starter
Lars' Starter
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Move List[attr="class","plist"] CustomMoveNone for Now. Purchase from the Site Shop. | ABILITY[attr="class","plist"] ICE BODYAn innate ability for most snorunt, by chewing on shards of ice (like those from a hailstorm), Muff can lightly mend her wounds and accelerate the healing process. On top of that, her body is very cold; comparable to that of holding actual cubes of ice. Lars often jokes about using her as a living ice pack. |
[attr="class","plist2"] HEXA move Muff has known since she hatched from her egg. Muff's eyes gain an unsettling lavender aura as she glares at an opponent, who then immediately suffers a painful sensation to the head as if they had been struck by some heavy force. A target that is being physically restrained or encumbered in some manner seems to suffer an even stronger sensation as Muff is able to completely look straight through them. [break][break] ICE SHARDMuff can lean forward and rapidly fire pointed 'missiles' of solid ice from the tip of her cap, somewhat like a cannon. They sail through the air and smash into opponents with staggering momentum, often capable of outspeeding other moves. [break][break] POWDER SNOWMuff briefly pulls down her scarf and blows a short gust of icy wind from her mouth in a wide arc in front of herself. On top of the frigid cold biting away at the body, a mere few seconds of unprotected exposure to this gust is enough for ice crystals to form on an opponent's joints, freezing them in place. [break][break] CrunchMuff pulls down her scarf and charges the opponent, before leaping into the air and attempting to bite into them her deceptively powerful jaws. Though not classified as an ice-type move, the scathing cold of a snorunt's large teeth might inflict some minor shock. [break][break] DISARMING VOICEA side-effect of the cursed song Muff learned from Snowpoint Temple. Muff has the ability to hum the first few notes of the Perish Song in a manner that inflicts a dampened form of the usual effect - in this case, those who hear the 'disarming voice' of Muff seem to undergo a very short state of euphoria. This powerful sensation eliminates any strong will to defend and/or retaliate against impending danger at that moment. The visible wave-like energy projectiles emanating from Muff then slam into the charmed opponent who, unless they've circumvented the overpowering euphoria, are almost guaranteed to be struck. [break][break] PERISH SONGThe ominous song Muff heard from within the depths of Snowpoint Temple, and the main cause of her affliction. At a moment of desperation, Muff pulls down her scarf entirely and attempts to 'sing' a specific, unknowable tune to completion. Those who clearly hear the full Perish Song are said to suffer immediate chest pains resonating from their heart. A timer then becomes active - after three posts since the end of the song, those who suffered the song (including Muff herself) will immediately fall unconscious. For humans who suffer the song, they would be in a sort-of coma that lasts anywhere from a few hours to a full day. Pokemon, being of stronger spirit and body, can overcome this coma with a Revive or other similar methods. |
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WHO'S THAT POKEMON?
WHO'S THAT POKEMON?
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Lars' quiet partner and most peculiar patient. Muff earned her name from the hand-knitted scarf she is always seen wearing, commonly hiding her large mouth and most of her body. An abnormally anti-social snorunt with a tendency for being mute at all times. Why? [break][break]
A meek and sociably disfigured snorunt was once hatched from a small egg in a dark place... the innards of a massive, ruined cave built from stone. The chilly ruins had long been reclaimed by nature and became a mini-ecosystem where ice and ghost-type pokemon came to lurk and battle with unfortunate intruders. This snorunt was detached from any natural behaviors of its species and spent many months wandering alone through those blackened, antiquated halls of the temple. She never dared to venture into the temple's depths; cowardly instincts got the better of her. Yet, the snorunt had developed a peculiar habit of lingering near the stairways and entrances leading into the temple's depths, having found the lack of other pokemon in that part of the temple particularly serene. [break][break]
One day, while she was mucking about near the ruined stairs, those stairs began to sing. [break][break]
The snorunt could hear, very slightly, rhythmic noises echoing back up towards her from the stairs. It seemed so distant, yet it was somehow always louder than the ambiance of the temple interior. It was no bellowing cry or roar of any fearsome pokemon lurking down there, but rather, it was soft and melodic. The snorunt shivered and followed her instincts, backing away and rejecting the noise that day. [break][break]
But the next day, she was in the same place, hearing the 'song' of the temple. Do-do-do, do-do-do. [break][break]
The tune had an ill effect on the little snorunt's heart, but it's occasional groaning broke the monotony of the temple's cold silence. It was as if someone sang the song for her whenever she came by. Every day when she came back to hear the song, she would attempt to hum along. In the beginning, it was just the first few notes; come a few weeks, it's the entire song that she clearly and loudly hums from memory. [break][break]
It was a like a cold vice, latching on to her quiet and shivering cry. One day, the song stopped coming from the stairs all-together. The snorunt hadn't even noticed as, by instinct, she waddled in front of the encroaching blackness and began to hum as if she had to. This time, with no other sound to distract from her own meek 'singing,' the evil nature of such a malcontent tune had taken its full effect... by then, she couldn't stop singing. [break][break]
She wanted to be quiet and shiver in silence... but by then, it was too late. For the song did not stop pouring from behind her teeth. Do-do-do, do-do-do. [break][break]
Some question the extent to which a pokemon's mind develops. They are creatures of instinct, but also capable of complex, almost human-like emotional expressions. To feel a sense of almost crushing, oppressive dread is a sensation that most human cannot say they've ever truly experienced, let alone any wild pokemon. The snorunt shivered as she'd never shivered before, suddenly overcome with a gripping chill that threatened to crush inward and crack open her tiny body like a fragile egg. The temple that she had known her entire life was suddenly unsafe for no reason because she couldn't stop singing. She couldn't stop singing. [break][break]
She couldn't stop singing that song. [break][break]
She frantically waddled out towards the light peeking in from the temple's entrance, begging for air and some kind of release from such an oppressive and unnatural feeling assaulting her simple instincts. Something, anything that would shut her up. Silence the cry. Stop singing. Would there ever be such a release? [break][break]
The sunlight was painful. Yet it would not be painful enough for the snorunt not to notice him. [break][break]
A tall, bipedal figure with snow-like hair stood amidst the wintery wonderland before her. And it smiled at her.
Lars' quiet partner and most peculiar patient. Muff earned her name from the hand-knitted scarf she is always seen wearing, commonly hiding her large mouth and most of her body. An abnormally anti-social snorunt with a tendency for being mute at all times. Why? [break][break]
A meek and sociably disfigured snorunt was once hatched from a small egg in a dark place... the innards of a massive, ruined cave built from stone. The chilly ruins had long been reclaimed by nature and became a mini-ecosystem where ice and ghost-type pokemon came to lurk and battle with unfortunate intruders. This snorunt was detached from any natural behaviors of its species and spent many months wandering alone through those blackened, antiquated halls of the temple. She never dared to venture into the temple's depths; cowardly instincts got the better of her. Yet, the snorunt had developed a peculiar habit of lingering near the stairways and entrances leading into the temple's depths, having found the lack of other pokemon in that part of the temple particularly serene. [break][break]
One day, while she was mucking about near the ruined stairs, those stairs began to sing. [break][break]
The snorunt could hear, very slightly, rhythmic noises echoing back up towards her from the stairs. It seemed so distant, yet it was somehow always louder than the ambiance of the temple interior. It was no bellowing cry or roar of any fearsome pokemon lurking down there, but rather, it was soft and melodic. The snorunt shivered and followed her instincts, backing away and rejecting the noise that day. [break][break]
But the next day, she was in the same place, hearing the 'song' of the temple. Do-do-do, do-do-do. [break][break]
The tune had an ill effect on the little snorunt's heart, but it's occasional groaning broke the monotony of the temple's cold silence. It was as if someone sang the song for her whenever she came by. Every day when she came back to hear the song, she would attempt to hum along. In the beginning, it was just the first few notes; come a few weeks, it's the entire song that she clearly and loudly hums from memory. [break][break]
It was a like a cold vice, latching on to her quiet and shivering cry. One day, the song stopped coming from the stairs all-together. The snorunt hadn't even noticed as, by instinct, she waddled in front of the encroaching blackness and began to hum as if she had to. This time, with no other sound to distract from her own meek 'singing,' the evil nature of such a malcontent tune had taken its full effect... by then, she couldn't stop singing. [break][break]
She wanted to be quiet and shiver in silence... but by then, it was too late. For the song did not stop pouring from behind her teeth. Do-do-do, do-do-do. [break][break]
Some question the extent to which a pokemon's mind develops. They are creatures of instinct, but also capable of complex, almost human-like emotional expressions. To feel a sense of almost crushing, oppressive dread is a sensation that most human cannot say they've ever truly experienced, let alone any wild pokemon. The snorunt shivered as she'd never shivered before, suddenly overcome with a gripping chill that threatened to crush inward and crack open her tiny body like a fragile egg. The temple that she had known her entire life was suddenly unsafe for no reason because she couldn't stop singing. She couldn't stop singing. [break][break]
She couldn't stop singing that song. [break][break]
She frantically waddled out towards the light peeking in from the temple's entrance, begging for air and some kind of release from such an oppressive and unnatural feeling assaulting her simple instincts. Something, anything that would shut her up. Silence the cry. Stop singing. Would there ever be such a release? [break][break]
The sunlight was painful. Yet it would not be painful enough for the snorunt not to notice him. [break][break]
A tall, bipedal figure with snow-like hair stood amidst the wintery wonderland before her. And it smiled at her.