» Name: Prickles
» Sex: Male
» Gender: Male
» Species: №650 Chespin, Spiky Nut Pokémon
» Affiliation: None yet
» Level: 5
» Energy: 19
» Ability: Bulletproof
» Moves:
- Growl - 1
- Tackle - 1
- Vine whip - 5
- Spikes - Egg
» Natural Feats:
- Spiky quills - Quills on his back are usually soft, but when he flexes them, they can pierce rock
- Wooden shell - The shell on his back is thick enough to withstand a hit from a truck and leave him unfazed, albeit flying
- Bulletproof - His shell protects him from projectiles
» Personality:
Prickles is a natural loner, so he is rather awkward when it comes to talking. He can be pretty blunt around new pokemons, but when he gets to know them, he becomes a devoted friend. Prickles is rather curious, which is often worse than it sounds, but he manages to keep a facetious attitude most of the time.
Prickles is still inexperienced in the world outside of his village, so he is naive.
» Likes:
- Bad puns and jokes. Prickles likes to tell and hear jokes, and he's ready to laugh at the lamest of them, should he find them entertaining. It doesn't mean others will, though.
- Exploring. Prickles isn't the one to sit down and wait for things to happen. It doesn't mean he will blindlesly rush into danger, but is thrilled to go to new places.
- Eating. Who doesn't like to fill their bellies with yummies?
» Dislikes:
- Long speeches. He's really bored by long, pathetic, self-loathing speeches.
- Lack of sense of humor. Since Prickles likes jokes so much, he has a hard time of being around pokemons who don't like jokes.
- Heigths. He is scared of heights. He really, really is.
» History:
Prickles was born in a small, distant, calm and peaceful village. Too calm and peaceful to his tastes. He would often take long walks into nearby forest, and the older he got, the longer they become. Sometimes he would return home bruised or scratched, which would get his parents angry, but he was thrilled to find that cave or that tall tree nonetheless.
This behavior led to him being called a "weirdo" by other kids, so he was pretty much exclused from games. He didn't grow resentful, however, he prefered to laugh it off and not give it too much thought. Soon he became a loner with very few real friends and very faint idea of social norms.
Prickles knew he didn't want to stay in that village forever. To his surprise, so did his parents. Once he was old enough for them to agree to let him go, he hugged them, bid farewell and headed to the nearest town, barely holding the exitment inside. A few days of making his way through the forest later, he realized, that he got lost. A few more days later, he stumbled on Grassveil town. Without thinking for a moment, he decided, that it was even better.
At the moment he keeps exploring surroundings. Nothing too dangerous, just running around, looking at different places, enjoying himself.
» Other:
He learnt to use his vines as ropes. Not nearly as sturdy, but it does the job