Post by spibe on Sept 30, 2024 20:07:09 GMT -5
SAE'RANIS THE ZORUA
 [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ SPECIES: ZORUA | HISUIAN [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ GROUP: -- [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ OCCUPATION: CIVILIAN [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ GENDER: MALE [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ AGE: 94 [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ SEXUALITY: HOMOSEXUAL [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ BIRTHPLACE: LAND CONTINENT [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ NATURE: CAREFUL [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ ABILITY: ILLUSION [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ MOVESET: SHADOW SNEAK | SHADOW BALL | BITTER MALICE | EXTRASENSORY* [attr="class","explorerstats"]▸ PLAYED BY: spibe | [attr="class","explorerbody"] [attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ DESCRIPTION ◂ [attr="class","explorerbox"]Sae'ranis is a hisuian zorua, most of the time, even if he wishes he wasn't. His fur is a soft grey, thought his paws are a darker grey. The fur on his head, and his ruff, and his tail is a brighter white, airy and ethereal to the touch, fading gently and belaboringly into pinkish- and then red, the tips of his fur a smeared bloodstain. His cheeks are fluffy, and the tips of his ears are also that grey-red, though not as dark as the rest of his fur. He's a little small, for his breed, standing just at two feet even. He's light, too, under all the fluff, and is often knocked aside- intentionally or otherwise- when at the market. Sae doesn't do much to make himself seem bigger, either, often curling in towards himself, trying not to take up too much space. Sometimes, sometimes, he takes on the shape of a vulpix, just as small and just as slight. There's always something deeply sad about the illusion, though, which can never be shaken. [attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ PERSONALITY ◂ [attr="class","explorerbox"]Fearful and timid, Sae'ranis doesn't look the part of a powerful ghost, or a once-explorer. He doesn't sound like it, either, shy to the point of electing to not speak if allowed. He flinches away from eye contact, and larger pokemon, doing everything he can to make himself small. Not worth of notice. Part of the scenery. Occasionally, though, there are flashes- light catching on the cut edge of a brilliant gemstone. He lights up when asked about mushrooms, of all things- any fungi, specifically, but most people just think of mushrooms. He's fascinated by them, and can chatter on about them for hours- Or, he would, but usually he notices, and clamps his own jaw shut, embarrassed. Every once in a while, when the sun casts a certain sunset hue over the water, Sae falls pensive and thoughtful, retreating to be alone and mourn, though never specifying for what- or whom. [attr="class","explorerheader"]▸ FREEFORM ◂ [attr="class","explorerbox"]A once-departed soul, returned to life in Hisui. He- he can remember, Before. Sae was part of an adventuring guild, before. He can remember the guild master, an absolutely glowing volcarona, beaming as he talked about their next adventure. The mystery dungeons they would explore. The wonders they would find. Sae can remember being swept up in it, despite that he was never as strong as the other explorers- There were so many who could do it better, better fighters, more skilled survivalists, caving experts- But the guildmaster always sang his praises- said that all types were needed, and that Sae was a necessary part of the group. Sae remembered smiling, getting back to his room, six tails lashing in delight. He was important. He can remember, all too clearly, the dungeon where they all fell. He can remember seeing his companions- his friends- all meeting the same end to the furious pokemon around them, swept up in the dungeon's energies. He can remember seeing the flames wrap around their guild master, a powerful last stand. He can remember that it wasn't enough. Derives power from resentment, which rises as energy atop its head and takes on the forms of foes. Sae woke up outside the dungeon, outside the town. Alone. He was no longer a vulpix, bright eyed and curious, if shy. His fur had been drained of all its color, body heavy and mournful. His eyes were tired, exhaustion and sorrow tugging at them. Worst of all, he was now alone. In this way, Zorua vents lingering malice. |
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