Name: Sam Rogers
age: 20
gender: male
X pokes looks: for the most part he remains human but has already grown a tyraintar tail and his right hand has been transformed into a powerful claw. Appart from that he has short black hair and blue eyes. His black t-shirt and jeans are both ripped badly but somehow his trainers have remained intact. He wears a gold chain around his neck.
Species name: Fultenza
DNA from: Pikachu, Umbreon, Tyranitar
attacks:
~Electro-crush: weaker version of a thunderpunch
~Tail tackle: smacks opponent with his tail
~Dark thunder: fires a beam of dark and electric energy at the enemy which also creates a small smokescreen
personality: He's a very quiet person who doesn't appear to be able to take care of himself or even to defend himself against the weakest of beings. he gives up easily and has next to no confidence whatsoever. He does not try to think up plans to help the situation because of his low self esteem. (see memory)
memory: The only thing he can remember is this one time when he overheard some of the scientists talking about him right before the monster X Pokemon broke out...
"We should just kill this one off. It's a failure."
"Have you tried the strength boosters?"
"Yes, we've tried everything. If we keep this one alive the boss will kill us. He's so weak I doubt he'd even be able to hold his own against a level one caterpie. We'll have to terminate it."
"How did it turn out so bad?"
"He was an accidental pick-up. We were after his brother but got him instead. A helpless little brat."
"But he's survived all this time. Surely that must mean something."
"Anyone can get lucky but after all the tests we've run we can only come to one conclusion. If we keep this brat alive he will NEVER ammount to anything!"
other: none
Sam
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I went and sat back in the corner, rocking slightly as I always did. We needed to get out but we couldn't. We couldn't get away from the monsters outside, or the ones that seemed to be growing in here.
I brought my knees up to my chest and buried my head in them. I wanted to go home-wherever home was.
I fiddled with my tail using my human hand. I thought a lot about the only thing that I could remember. About what they'd said. It was sad but they were right. I wouldn't ammount to anything. I'd be dead by then, we all would. Either that or become some monster.
I listened to the others talking. I didn't say anything, I didn't speak to them often anyway. I just sat there in my little corner. Waiting for the end to come. Or something much, much worse.