Post by Aisuru Phora on Apr 17, 2019 21:37:50 GMT
last edited Apr 19, 2019 2:55:45 GMT by Aisuru Phora
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posted Apr 17, 2019 23:43:25 GMT
Post by Aisuru Phora on Apr 17, 2019 23:43:25 GMT
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Aisu's Starter
Aisu's Starter
[attr="class","adata"] nicknameAlesiagenderFemale | [attr="class","adata"] speciesPetililtypeGrass | [attr="class","picon"] |
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Move List[attr="class","plist"] CustomMoveNone for Now. Purchase from the Site Shop. | ABILITY[attr="class","plist"] Own TempoAlesia moves to the beat of her own drum- at any point, she's moving along to some song only she can hear. While at times it slows to a largo, and can rarely flare up to a presto, they're notes she knows quite well, keeping her in tune with the pace of battle, and unable to be drawn into confusion by anything around her. |
[attr="class","plist2"] Magical LeafAlesia uses psychic energy to draw forth leaves shimmering with a golden light to them, which Alesia directs with a gaze. The leaves shoot forward with sharp edges to whatever Alesia is looking at, capable of slicing off the limbs of trees. A thick trunk could be cut through with brief focus, but cutting through a person-sized stone would require the extent of the move's focus. [break][break] AromatherapyAlesia releases a soft powder from the growth on her head, the dust easily caught and carried by the wind. It has the uncanny ability of smelling of a "nice" memory to whoever smells it. In humans, it does little more than soothe anxieties, and relieve pain from small injuries, but it seems to work better on other pokemon. [break][break] Sleep PowderAlesia releases a dense, heavy blue powder from the growth on her head. It's rather solid, and can be dodged if noticed, but brings a heavy sleep to anything caught in the cloud. While Alesia has some control over how much powder is released, it's not a great deal of control, and probably shouldn't be used in small, enclosed areas. [break][break] Dream EaterAlesia focuses, blocking out everything else around her, and can sense the dreams a sleeping being is having. With a small gust of wind, she draws the dreams to herself, absorbing them in her body and recovering slightly. Good dreams seem to do better for Alesia than nightmares. [break][break] Destiny BondFilled with grim determination, Alesia reaches out with summoned leaves, aiming to cut through her opponent's body. If it hits, the leaves form a bond between the two pokemon, tying their fates together. While initially quite strong, the effect slowly lessens before fading completely after around half an hour. [break][break] ReturnAlesia draws upon the strength of her bond with Aisu- when the two are well connected, Alesia draws natural energy into an orb of energy before her, which slams with great impact into her opponent. When they two are not connecting, though, the orb is quite weak, and can't travel very far at all, at most perhaps a foot or two ahead of her. |
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your life is what you make of it
your life is what you make of it
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Alesia was not born as such, naturally. Petilil don't name each other in the way people do, and their names certainly aren't the pleasant string of sounds. They're thoughts, they're feelings, they're impressions of life only things as grounded and fanciful and timeless as grass pokemon can give each other. So, when she was born, the little petilil with cool green leaves was named something like Flowers-That-Spring-Hope, and she spent her early life where she had been born, a place of tall trees and soft grasses, clear lakes to drink from, and a people-thing that men would come to, and speak at, or sit before. Her mother, Soft-Curled-Petals, told her that men offered their troubles to the people-thing, and that, sometimes, one of their cluster would have an answer, and would go to them.
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Maybe, one day too, Flowers-That-Spring-Hope would have someone's answer.
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It wasn't very long, by her standards, but a long time by man's that she waited, living a peaceful life amongst the thick trees, listening to the sad cries the men made, trying to puzzle out their sounds into words. And a little one came, and did not stand or sit, but instead crumpled, and cried. Flowers-That-Spring-Hope crept close, hiding a moment behind the trunks of the people-thing, and tried to make the cries into words. She didn't understand, but it was obvious the person needed help. So, slowly, Flowers-That-Spring-Hope crept closer.
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Their eyes met, and Flowers-That-Spring-Hope knew what her mother had said. She didn't understand, really, that she would be leaving the area of her home, or how vast a world was really out there- how could a petilil know that? But, she knew that she wanted to stay with this person, no matter what.
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It was a year they traveled together- which was not very long at all to the little petilil, who was no longer just Flowers-That-Spring-Hope, but also Alesia- but it was long enough.
Alesia was not born as such, naturally. Petilil don't name each other in the way people do, and their names certainly aren't the pleasant string of sounds. They're thoughts, they're feelings, they're impressions of life only things as grounded and fanciful and timeless as grass pokemon can give each other. So, when she was born, the little petilil with cool green leaves was named something like Flowers-That-Spring-Hope, and she spent her early life where she had been born, a place of tall trees and soft grasses, clear lakes to drink from, and a people-thing that men would come to, and speak at, or sit before. Her mother, Soft-Curled-Petals, told her that men offered their troubles to the people-thing, and that, sometimes, one of their cluster would have an answer, and would go to them.
[break][break]
Maybe, one day too, Flowers-That-Spring-Hope would have someone's answer.
[break][break]
It wasn't very long, by her standards, but a long time by man's that she waited, living a peaceful life amongst the thick trees, listening to the sad cries the men made, trying to puzzle out their sounds into words. And a little one came, and did not stand or sit, but instead crumpled, and cried. Flowers-That-Spring-Hope crept close, hiding a moment behind the trunks of the people-thing, and tried to make the cries into words. She didn't understand, but it was obvious the person needed help. So, slowly, Flowers-That-Spring-Hope crept closer.
[break][break]
Their eyes met, and Flowers-That-Spring-Hope knew what her mother had said. She didn't understand, really, that she would be leaving the area of her home, or how vast a world was really out there- how could a petilil know that? But, she knew that she wanted to stay with this person, no matter what.
[break][break]
It was a year they traveled together- which was not very long at all to the little petilil, who was no longer just Flowers-That-Spring-Hope, but also Alesia- but it was long enough.