Description
Legend is a torchic, a small bipedal bird pokemon without fully formed wings. Her general body color is that of light and dark orange feathers. Her defining features compared to others of her kind are her emerald green eyes, and the fact that she wears a somewhat ragged red towel as a cape.
Personality
Legend has a somewhat feisty attitude and an ever so slightly condescending disposition towards those who cannot "burn" things, Burn being defined vaguely. It could be fire, acid, or EVEN ice attacks, so long as they have some remote quality that could be described as "burning". Regardless of her negative qualities, Legend is not prone to evil and can be subdued pretty easily with... well... logic. If someone tries to subdue her with violence she may hold grudges or actively seek revenge on those who showed her up. She would make a good team member so long as the leader had her respect.
Equipment
Legend carries a somewhat ragged red towel tied around her neck like a cape. She occasionally also has food on her person, but otherwise doesn't carry much with her.
Powers
Legend's fire attacks become more powerful as she gets weaker and more desperate. Legend is also unusually agile, and becomes increasingly faster during physical exertion, including combat.
Legend's moves (Multiverse)
Swagger, Crush Claw, Curse, Flamethrower, Rock Smash, Rock Slide
Legend's moves (PMD RP)
Crush Claw, Flame Burst, Curse, Counter, Endure, Low Kick
History
Legend has spent a marginal amount of time doing minor exploration work solo, attempting to make a name for herself. However, her semi-blindness in the dark, fear of the dark, and lack of strength to compensate for lack of a team prevented her from doing much of significance. She wound up having the tendency to hang around the entrances of dungeons contemplating going inside rather than actually doing so.
So begins...
Feathers? He thought, not the best flavor in the world. He considered the little bird, now known as legend for a moment longer, before writing the it off as a bad deal. Categorizing the little chick in the very short, slowly growing list in his mind titled "Not Food'.
Bic took one step forward into the snow. Not expecting anything. It looked weird, that was for sure. He thought, but that was nothing to worry about. The salt air was still playing havoc with his nose, if he had been able to smell the snow he might not have stepped so boldly into the powder. As it were though. He did, his roar could probably be heard in the town proper as it(the snow) hit his tail flame, and evaporated on contact with the blue fire.
He took off through it towards Verse. Ready to be done with the "snow' forever. Intent on only ever coming back here to burn it all away. Who the hell ever thought it was a good idea to put solid water over perfectly good dirt?
Legend totally just... tails the bunch, running as fast as her tiny legs caught her; it was admittedly still an admirable effort, considering her talons were not remotely designed for walking over snow. She had a habit of sinking in all the way up to her bottom with each step, her tiny feet not exactly providing a lot of surface area to stop her.
Regardless she caught up with Verse quick enough, sort of doing a rather exhausting hop in her effort to be quick.
"...Snow is lame, just like this place." she remarked to no one in particular in a tone that almost suggested she was calling the very weather itself out. She didn't really mind the cold, as much as it too was utterly unradical; her body was warm enough to resist the cold for quite a long time.
The two Sand brothers before Verse skidded to a halt, darting sharply for the base of a house. It was an elevated structure, with wooden slats covering the underneath, except two had snapped leaving a small amount of space to crawl inside. The sandshrew made it in without ducking, and Legend could probably do the same, but the rest were not so lucky, Verse dropping to his belly to scramble in.
Inside was almost cozy, a few places warmer than others thanks to heating overhead from the house, and plenty of room for the pokemon. Well, most of them. Bic, being the tallest, would probably have to bend over uncomfortably. If nothing else, the wood kept the worst of the cold off, and there wasn't any snow, just dirt.
"Nice place," Verse muttered as he slipped in and gave a shake of his bristles, "Good place to rest up before our big trip."
It was cramped for him. His horn scraped the roof, and he was forced to crouch down onto all fours so he wasn't smashing into the ceiling constantly. "At least it's dry.' Bic grumbled, intentionally whipping his tail around from his crouched position to raise the temperature in the area he occupied, entirely over the wonder of the white landscape. Cold sucked, he missed his fiery death pits, he could hardly wait to get to space.
Nice place, he heard verse mutter, he could agree to a point. Better than a lot of places they'd been sleeping up until then, and a sight better than being stuck out in that winter hell hole. He would return here some day. His eyes narrowed at the thought of burning the lot of it to the ground, but he reigned in the impulse, breathing slowly in the way that seemed to cull his battle rage.
"So, what's the plan. Burn our way in and take the ship? Or something, less... fun?' Bic grinned at Verse, they'd known each other long enough, that the sandy poke'mon ought to know his off beat humor for what it was. Who knew though, he might think he was serious, he'd definitely burned enough things for it to not be surprising if he was not joking.
Seamus ran full speed towards the docks and dove in face first, the ice and the cold acting as a sufficient cover for anyone that wanted to pursue him further. Maybe he could try being an explorer again some other day. Right now, all he wanted to do was pretend today never happened and rest after getting thrown around by that ungodly strong Abomasnow.