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Bic(Charmeleon)

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by NobodiesHiiro

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Pokémon are creatures of all shapes and sizes who live in the wild or alongside humans. These are the Pokémon of Ruula.

Description

Real name:Bic
Species: Charmeleon
Affiliation:None
Base of operations:Mobile
Alignment:Neutral
Occupation:Traveler
Education:none

Characteristics: Charmeleon is a tailed bipedal, reptilian creature. It has crimson scales that are useful for camo in the fiery depth of his home. It has a tail with the tip burning with fire, a trait seen in many Fire-type Pokémon, unlike the average Charmeleon however, his tail burns bluish white constantly. If its tail is extinguished it will die. Its skull has developed a horn-like protrusion to the rear and its mouth is elongated into a snout. It has a cream underside and an expansive cream coloration on the sole of its foot. Its front and back claws are viciously sharp. He is currently wearing a pair of metal framed goggles, a brown shemagh, and a leather belt and satchel.

Unique characteristics: He has three long jagged scars across the bridge of his snout from a run in with the ancient feraligatr, as well as a long tearing scar along his left shoulder and shoulder blade, that is darkened somewhat from frostbite killing the scales. A pair of ragged edged rings of scar tissue, the same size as bullet wounds. He was shot twice, but the slugs did not penetrate, simply mushrooming on his scales and breaking the hide around the bullets edges. One on the right side of his chest, the other on his right shoulder where it meets his arm.

Age:22
Gender:Male
Height:4'10"
Weight:59 lbs
Place of birth:Magma catacombs

History:Born a Charmander in the burning underground of the catacombs, Bic, has lived his life constantly fighting for survival. The runt of six eggs, he is the only member of his egg clutch to not have evolved to Charizard, due in whole to the everstone fragment lodged in his back where he cannot remove it. He has spent the last several years exploring the catacombs in hope of some day finding a way to the surface that doesn't require wings to navigate. His greatest dream is to see, and explore all there is.

Move set/Abilities- human call these 'moves' and seem to be under the assumption Pokemon are only able to remember four.
-Can breath fire and smoke.
-Can super heat fangs.
-Can use claws effectively as a weapon. Even going so far as to render them into steel.
-Can raise core temperature high enough to turn body red, and use the heat in a powerful breath of fire.
-Can create hellish blue/white flame capable of even burning steel and stone.
-Can make a powerfully destructive blast of flame.
-Can cloak himself in flame and use it to propel himself forward in a charge.
-Can layer his tail in iron and use it to smash rocks or bone.
-Can

Currency:(5,253PD)
Equipment-
-Charcoal
-Eviolite
-Goggles
-Shemagh
-Leather belt/Satchel
-Berry Bag(Mostly oran berries.)
-Luna's whistle Can use to call Luna when near an appropriate body of water.
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So begins...

Bic(Charmeleon)'s Story

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He edged around a craggy outcropping of stones, the glow from the superheated rock helping to shield him, his soot covered scales blending perfectly with the earth around him.

'Don't find me.' He thought as he shoved the flaming tip of his tail into his mouth to hide the glow, smoke curling easily from his nose, the super hot flame barely registered to him. He was used to it. To fire and ash, the smell of sulfur, and burning flesh. He'd lived with those smells since the day he was born. They were comforting to him.

Shifting shadows moved near his hiding spot, the vengeful spirit moved close to his hiding spot. Heat danced in his vision, shimmering off stone, he could practically taste it, hear it calling to him, begging to be released onto the wraith that sought him, but he couldn't face it, not then and there. So he hid. Tail shielded by his jaws, claws digging into the earth in worry, two bloodshot eyes searching for the specter.

There was movement then, in his peripheral vision, a quick, jerky movement, above him! It was just enough of a warning to save his life. He rolled, tail whipping out behind him, as he opened his maw letting black smoke spew forth in a wave, blades of shadow ripped apart his previous resting spot.

His mind was a blur of thought, plans and idea passing through his mind, and being disposed of just as quickly, the whole time he ran, the burning cloud of smoke and cinders he'd left behind his only cover. In a place like this, where magma runs like water, at best it bought him a few seconds, a fleeting moment to run.

He heard it behind him then, a low whoosh, as the air changed where it moved, got cold in a place that is nothing but fire and death. The cold grip of fear, and frost were obvious to anyone who lived passed there first run in with the human ghost. The first time he'd been a Charmander, it was in that confrontation that he'd evolved to his current form, and that encounter where he'd lost the ability to ever reach the pinnacle of his species, and where his dreams to sore through the open skies had been dashed, by a simple piece of stone.

So he'd ran, even when his blood sang for battle, resonated with a need to turn and fight so strong he'd wanted to roar at the unfairness of an opponent he could not harm with tooth, flame, or claw.

He easily vaulted a magma vent, his nose telling him it was not a moment too soon, it erupted behind him, buying a few more precious seconds to find a safe place. Through well traveled tunnels, past skeletal remains of those too proud, hot-blooded, or foolish to run like he had. He was an odd example of his species though. Able to fight off the all encompassing rage, and hot arrogance that plagued many of his kind. He'd seen what those things got you, an agonizing death, and a shallow grave, your bones picked clean by scavengers.

His pursuer was not amused, he could tell in the way the air grew colder, the dread in his hearth built then to a level he could almost taste. He was sure then that he would perish in a sulfurous tunnel, no one to mourn his death.

It was not to be however. His salvation came then in an unexpected form, four stony arms spread to the Graveler's sides, blocking His path, a leer upon it's rocky face, and words of scorn on it's grey lip's.

“Where do you think your going whelp?” He sounded confident, foolishly confident. 'newly evolved.' the thought passed through his mind in an instant, and a feral grin pulled at Charmeleon's lips. The Graveler lost it's confidence then, became cautious, but, by then it was already to late. Claws shrouded in steel, he set to work quickly, slamming in to the rock type, he used the momentum to spin it around, exposing his vulnerable legs, he ripped into the joints, channeling all his fear, and fury from the long day into a brutal dance that left the rock type screaming on the cave floor.

Some time later, an amount not even enough for him to catch his breath the screaming began anew, it had faded as he'd gotten further away from Graveler, He roared in triumph then. That night as he settled in to his burrow he reveled in the knowledge he would live another day, glorified in his own cunning, and feasted on a victory hard won.
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Some time later, he awoke with a start. Something in the air had changed. There was a lightness to the air then, A chill slithered up his spine then. He thought for a terrified moment that one of the wraiths had found him.

A horrifying moment passed uneventfully. No hellish beings were in his burrow, he was safe. That however begged the question: What was happening in his little slice of hell?

He was out of his burrow in the next instant. Curiosity, and the fire blood of his kind finally overriding the unusual wariness he had adopted to survive. He ran, navigating by smell and taste, following the strange air current to its source, not realizing he was slowly but surely heading up, until finally, he found it.

A hole in the cavern roof, Pokemon of all kinds gathered around, looking up out into a grey sky, ash pouring into the hole. Was the over world burning as well? He thought then. Was he doomed to live in ash, and flames forever?

Just as he had decided to give up on reaching the surface, these fools were likely going to collapse the hole anyway, the clouds of choking ash parted for an instant. Allowing him a brief, but ultimately important look at the blue sky above, and the sun resting in that sky.

A collective gasp ran through the assorted Pokemon then. They were all frozen by the majesty of their first glimpse of the sky. All of them save one.

Abandoning all notion of calm, Charmeleon charged, bellowing a challenge as he went, claws, fangs and flame deterring into any fool enough to impede his progress. He climbed, using bodies as spring boards he threw himself ever higher, and finally, with the blood of many different species coating him he grasped ash caked grass and soil. He had made it just outside of Lavaridge town.

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The first thing he'd noticed after he pulled himself from the collapsing hole leading into the catacombs was the cold, well, not so much cold, but the absence of the choking heat that permeated his life from birth was a strange but not unwelcome experience.

The second was the sky, an actual sky! No roof to hold him down, no limit to the places he could see. The catacombs had taught him many things, freedom was not one of them. He was a slave to many things before. Fear, doubt, hunger, but fear most of all. What did he have to fear now? What on the surface could compare to living day to day in a fiery hell, only surviving by the skin of his fangs? Nothing that he knew of at that point. Nothing at all.

This place would not do though. He thought to himself as he looked around at the dismal ash covered ground, and at the grey sky, it was too much like before, not bad, it felt homey, but, he wanted something the exact opposite of what he had before, and he would have it, even if he had to take it.

He would need to be smart though. He was new to the surface many things were strange, he could smell Pokemon at least. He wouldn't go hungry, but finding a place that is like he wanted would not be easy, if only he had wings.

Then, like a bullet seed to the face. An idea struck. He didn't have wings, but he could take them.

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He had spotted many shapes in the air. The trick would be getting one to the ground in one piece. The one piece part was what he was having trouble with. Evident from the charred winged carcasses in his temporary burrow.

He waited in the burrows entrance covered in ash. Watching the bush these “birds” liked to eat from, the word rumbled out of him awkwardly, he'd never seen one before coming to the surface. He had expected Charizards to be everywhere.

Just when he was ready to give it up and start walking, a flash of steel in the sky caught his attention. The bird descended gracefully for something that looked to be made of spikes of steel, it's numerous steely feathers blending well with the gray ash, but the Skarmory had already been spotted, it was already prey.

He moved slowly, carefully, dragging his tail flame through the ash to keep it from alerting his prey, his ticket to the sky, the bird was arrogant, never even looking to see if it was stalked, the surface made these birds soft, this one especially seemed sure of its superior place on the food chain. Then Charmeleon pounced and it found out it was no longer the apex predator.

The 'Fight” lasted less than thirty seconds, Skarmory were never meant to fight on the ground. “Be still bird!” Charmeleon roared, his voice a deep and guttural rumble. Skarmory instantly froze at the sound of it. Breathing ash and fire your whole life is not good for the vocal cords.

“P-please, don't hurt me.” The Skarmory wailed, going limp in defeat.

Charmeleon ignored this however, “quiet, tell me if there is a place where the sky is clear and no ash chokes the air, no heat, the exact opposite of this place. Speak!”

The steel type flinched with every word from his mouth, but answered. “Y-yes, there's a place like that. The humans call it Snowpoint city.”

He wasn't sure what snow, or humans were, but the bird didn't need to know that. All it needed to do was fly. So, he made his demand. “Fly me there.”

“I'm not taking you anywhere!” The bird screeched, attempting to roll it's wings to cut Charmeleon. It was not to be however, as soon as it began to struggle Charmeleon released it, shoving the beast away from him.

It took flight, and seemed to struggle with whether or not it wanted to fight, but a jet of super heated flame from his maw made the decision for it, and sent it flying away.

Throwing his head back Charmeleon roared, and vowed to find another way.

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"Brutal," uttered Verse under his breath with a twitch of his nose. He hadn't seen the whole thing, just the last of it, and he knew how it was. Dog eat dog world. Heck, of all the people out there he should know it best. The yellow tough-skinned Sandslash slipped from behind the rock he had chosen to hide himself next to and raised a claw to wave. "Hey," he said, now moving his claw to clutch down on the cowboy hat he wore to secure it in the wind. It was the only item that set him apart from a regular Sandslash. "Uh, so you looking to go to Snowpoint, huh?"

For a moment he stood still, beady eyes watching the Charmeleon cautiously. To hell with it. If the guy turned on him, he could always just dig his way out of trouble. "I know the way." He was tense though. Even being able to dig to freedom, fire was not something he liked to be around. The fact he was out here was just coincidence.

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“Hey!” A voiced called from behind him, He spun tail whipping out and kicking up ash, claws set wide, knees bent ready to take any assault, a snarl made it's way to his lips.

“Uh, so you looking to go to snowpoint, huh?; I know the way.” It's words stalled his attack, it had his complete and undivided attention.

“You, I know your kind. I've seen them before.” He had too, many of them, the 'Sandslash” lived in the catacombs, and he knew how they fought, and the best ways to kill them. He was intrigued though, it- no he, had claimed to know the way to this 'Snowpoint,” the thing on his head was strange as well.

“You know of this, 'Snowpoint”, why, pray tell would you tell me that after seeing what I just did?” The surface was a strange place indeed.

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"That's a dayum fine point y' got there," Verse answered with a tip of his hat downwards, "Let's jus' say I'm in it for a mutual benefit. You get where you wanna go, I get away without a fight." He let his back bristle for a moment as he raised his head up and peered about the nearby rocky landscape.

"B'sides. Ain't no love shared between me 'n nobody that can fly." He took to a boulder, digging in with his claws to scale it and reach the top so he could look down at the Charmeleon. "Names Verse. If'n you're not lookin' for trouble, I'll be your guide today."

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He watched warily as the Sandslash scaled a boulder, taking special note on how easily his claws sank into the stone, and wondered where this was going.

Verse he called himself, offered his service as a guide to a being he'd just met, suspicious, but it's not like he had much choice. He'd thought to himself as he stared at the sky.

“I should have wings~” He muttered wistfully, finally making a decision. “My name is-” He paused thinking of something, “Bic, my name is Bic, and I'll take your help, if you don't double cross me, I wont hurt you, let's go see it all, Verse.”

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Verse nodded. "We gonna shake on that?" he asked extending a claw. But he broke into a chuckle. "That's a joke. I don't expect nobody to shake no claws o' mine." He was quick to clamber back down the boulder and hop free of it. "Snowpoint is... Thataway," he said with a point of his claw before he started crawling off towards where he pointed. "Nice place. I've been there before. Been around everywhere at least once. Means everywhere's a little familiar and every place feels like home."

He tossed a look over his shoulder with a narrowed eye. "So why'd'you wanna go to Snowpoint anyways? I figure a free spirit like yourself'd want to avoid humans." Despite having his back turn, there was obvious suspicion, with his bristles raised in case Bic had any funny ideas.

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He didn't really have any reason to lie about his reasons for wanting to got to Snowpoint, so he didn't. "I want to see more of this world, the parts of it that are as far different from here as possible, You say it's nice?" He noted how the spines on this "Verse's' back raised as he spoke to him and casually moved out from behind him.

But, there was that word again, humans. He had no idea what they were, but alot of the Pokemon from around here seemed intent on avoiding them. "What are these "Humans' anyway? I've heard the word, but-." He exhaled a small amount of smoke from his nose in frustration at his lack of knowledge.

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Verse bristled for a moment. Kid didn't know what humans were? He was going to be in for a big surprise. "Yeah nice d'pends on what you find nice. Some people like the heat, some like the cool. I personally like sunny beaches. But uh..." He scratched at his jaw, then dropped to all fours and hopped along in his typical way of moving. "Humans, now there's a doozy of a question."

He thought about it for a moment before he answered. "Well, humans are sorta like... The other things on this world. Like, there's us, we're pokemon, and then there's them. They're not. I don't get what makes us different, but its there. And it means a lot of things. Jus'... Don't go messin' round with those folk. If you see a human, avoid 'em. That's your best bet." He stopped moving for a moment to tug on the brim of his hat once more. "S'what I always tell my brothers."

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The surface he had come to realize was much more vast than he was prepared for. Beaches? Humans? Too many new things all at once. He could feel his scales bristling in annoyance at his own ignorance. He had so many questions.

“Humans are different, but the same? Are they good to eat?;” If they were meat why should we avoid them? He thought to himself.

“And, beaches? I've never heard that word before.” It sounded strange coming from his mouth in the guttural tone, and with the gravely inflection, not right, confused. “Another thing, what's that on your head? I can tell it's not attached, what's it for?” It had been bothering since he'd first seen. it.

“Brothers, huh? All my brothers have claimed the sky~, and left me behind.” He said finally in as wistful a tone as he was able.

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Verse laughed a ragged laugh. He couldn't help it. "Eat? Don't do that." He shook his head and brought his volume down to a chuckle. "That's a bad idea. Humans rarely come without pokemon backing them up. They uh, a lot of humans make pokemon fight for fun. Crazy bastards." He glanced over his shoulder at the Charmeleon. "But who knows. Some pokemon like to fight too. An' maybe some day there'll be a pokemon that stands up to humans in the by and large." He turned his eyes forward again and tugged on the edge of his hat.

"This is my hat. I wear it to keep the sun out of my eyes, and helps my Sandshrew brothers find me. A friend gave it to me." He didn't mention anything else about beaches. Didn't figure he could quite explain what they were with wasting time describing sand.

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"Fight- for fun?" That to him sounded stupid, you only fight for food, or if attacked, fun should never enter into it. He thought about saying this, but another thought stopped him in his tracks. "The sun is the great flame in the sky right?" It was a glorious thing, even though he's only seen it once, it'd left an impression.

The fact that Verse was saying not to eat humans pretty much said to him they were not good to eat, and if the travel in packs they were not worth his time.

"You say a friend gave you that "hat', but where is your friend now?" He'd never had friends, but he knew they were supposed to stick together. He never voiced that thought however, just kept walking.

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"Yeah that's the sun," he nodded for a moment, then looked down. The topic of his 'friend' was an awkward one. "Well uh, the little lady is down in the dumps, so she's been avoiding other people. S'okay. Got my brothers keeping an eye on her. The Sand Five. Good boys. Taught em all how to dig." He was quickly trying to change the topic of conversation. "If we meet any of 'em on the way I'll introduce you."

Dangit. Why'd he have to go run his mouth like that? Didn't need no trouble around him. Well, not some he didn't start.

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This Verse was the agreeable sort at least. He thought to himself. He'd been in his presence for some time now, and he had not tried to kill and eat him once. The surface is odd indeed.

“How long to Snowpoint? Is the rest of the world 'til there covered in ash? That question had been bothering him since he'd emerged onto this world. Was there not but ash everywhere, but where he was heading? Another thing that plagued him was the constant paranoia. Nothing had tried to kill him since he'd gotten up here. Not even the Pokemon he had attacked himself. It was- unsettling.

He would have to deal with it. For now at least he had few options, save to trust this strange Sandslash, and hope for the best, and Arceus help those that stand in his way.

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"Snowpoint? Uh... Some way. The weathers gonna get a little worse before it gets better. I mean, it won't be ash but it'll be hot, dry and sandy." The Sandslash stopped fully and turned on the spot. "Look, before we go any further we're gonna need to lay down some ground rules. I'm taking you places all over the world and I'm going to stick my neck out for you. But I need you to do some things for me."

"You need to listen dang closely to me. If I tell you we have to move on, we're avoiding trouble. If I tell you to hide, we're keeping safe. And if I tell you I need you to do somethin', it's in your best interests. I get you'll need to hunt, but if something goes wrong we might need to go hungry for a few days. We're near the desert, an' tha's no place anyone wants to be. Food and water'll be scarce. But once we're through there it'll be smooth sailin'."

"Can I count on you to watch my back if I watch yours?" A claw was offered out. "This is the only time I'm ever gonna ask you to shake for proper."

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Bic eyed the offered claw only for a second before grasping it tightly with his own. “You have my word.” What more was there to say than that? There was plenty running through his mind, of course. Now though, did not seem like the time to voice any of those thoughts, well maybe some of them.

It was maybe a matter of pride, but it was what it was, and nothing for it but to say it. “I do not care about hiding, I do not care about hunger.” He thought of days without food as a Charmander hiding in fear, and days as running from things beyond his ability to kill.

“However, If I, am to listen to you, I ask that you defer to me in matters that I may be more knowledgeable as well.” He realized before he'd said it there was not much he would know about more than this Verse, but the skills he did have, he would use. Hunting, hiding, stalking, and killing if need be they were his best skills. He'd honed them all his life, literally every day of it until recently, that had to count for something. Even on the surface.

He held the claw a moment longer, giving Verse a long stare, before nodding, having found what he was looking for, and finally releasing the offered claw.

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It was some days later, on the edge of the desert. Wind whipped across the surface, stirring sand into spirals of movement before dispersing once more and settling onto the earth. The effect could almost appreciated if it didn't bring a hot, dry air. However, Verse was right at home, already tugging down his cowboy hat to protect his face, and scurrying along the ground. The sand gave way under his claws, but he just used them to shovel his way along, hopping a few steps then stopping to look around.

"Looks like a good day to be out," he said as a wave of heat threw sand against his back, only for a shake of his spines to loose it free. "Weathers not too rough." He scooped up some sand in his claw and let it trickle down between the gaps. "Welcome to the desert."

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He hated the desert he decided then and there. It was windy, which would not be bad if it were not for the sand, that got stuck beneath his scales causing an irritating itch. He held one clawed hand to his eyes, attempting in vain to keep the sand from his eyes.

"This-" His words never left his mouth, as he began to speak a particularly strong gust gave him a mouthful of sand, and made it impossible for him to see. Not even the clear view of the glorious sun could make this place likable.

Turning his back to the wind, he attempted to speak again. "I think I may have a problem." He said succinctly.

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"Problem?" he asked, then looked over his shoulder. "Oh, right yeah. Sand. Just keep your head down for a minute. I'm gon' go scout at the top o' this dune." And with that he quickly started to hike up the side. At it's highest point he stood with his claw on his hat to hold it in place. And there he spied exactly what he wanted to see. "Here's a treat," he called out, "C'mon up if you can make it. I think we found our ticket."

A human was walking through the desert, a trainer no doubt. Who else would be so casually walk through the desert? Verse tipped his hat down with a smirk, then looked back to his companion. "A tickets... Uh..." He fell short of an explanation.

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Tickets he assumed were not good to eat, if his companion could not even think of a way to describe them. He'd trudged his way up the dune, head down mouth closed trying not to breath much lest he get his mouth and eyes full of this "sand'. He didn't know what was so great about finding some sort of hairless primeape covered in loose, what was the word Verse had used- oh, right, fabrique. It's face covered in some form of mask, and its eyes shielded by- wait? Shielded? He looked again, and sure enough the being seemed to have it's eyes shielded by some sort of darkened metal contraption.

"What are we doing?" He didn't see how they were going to go about this, but he wanted that headgear. "Should I kill them?" He didn't mind too much, it would make travel easier.

He looked to his companion, careful to avoid sand.