Name: Emma Stone
Age: Late 20s (she's 26)
Ability: Keen eye; Opponent cannot lower this Pokémon’s accuracy.
Likes: her nail filer, milk chocolate
Dislikes: too many compliments, being threatened or deprived of
Personality: She picked up some territorial habits from the skarmory she fused with. She'll be quick to fight anyone who she feels threatened by and she's totally observant, investigative and stubborn.
Immunity - She's immune to comments and sweet compliments because she already knows who she is and what she is not. So, they don't faze her at all.
Truth hurts - Don't expect any sugar coating from Emma's lips. She'll be truthful and frank to what she thinks and knows. She will never give you false compliments and will tell you exactly how it is. However, if she compliments you well, be sure to remember that it is the truth and it's sincere.
What's it gunna be? - She doesn't have many friends and won't do anyone any favors, unless she really likes you, or if she's going to benefit from helping you out. When you ask her something it'll never be in between. It'll be a simple yes or no.
Stone hearted - Her heart is as strong as her metallic wings...that is often scratched and scared. She hides all of her sensitivities behind her mask and her stone faced expression. She's also human who gets jealous easily, compassionate, sensitive and understanding. She has her soft spots under that aggressive exterior.
History: About Seven years ago, she was traveling across the dunes in a small group of Mercenaries through the Matahari desert. There were three of them in total and they were hired to take out a specific and apparently strong individual. This was Emma's fifteenth mission and her first mission to work cooperatively in a group.
They took a break, sheltering themselves in a small cave from the desert's blistering sandstorm. They spoke of many tactics until they felt that they came up with a ploy to go along with. It seemed like the sandstorm would never end and it would be impossible to travel through this mess, so they spent the night in the cave till the sandstorm settled down.
During the night of the unforgiving windstorm of sand. Something awoken Emma, but it didn't stir any of her comrades. Hmph, great. She sat up and stared out into the black, howling night to listen for the sound again. It was a strange sound...like a metal screech. Was their target around in range? She gripped her weapon and stood to her feet, keeping alert and observant. There it was again. The metal cry that could make you shudder...like nails scratching chalkboard.
Well...if it is the target, she figured the guys would wake up and investigate, if she finds herself trouble, because she's going in alone. Morning was arriving, gradually peeking over the horizon. She could see a shimmering light and the cries were stronger than ever. She sighed. A skarmory. And it's injured. She watched the metal bird struggle in the sand, it's legs, they seemed to be broken, and it's wings...they were battered up pretty bad. It seems like it will have to be her to put the bird out of it's misery. She stalked toward the creature raising her halberd over her head, ready to strike then......!!!
Blood splattered, soaking the blonde sand. Emma dropped her weapon and fell to her knees staring at the metal bird before her with gritted teeth. Blood continued to spill and she gripped onto the wound. Her wound. Who...struck her...?! Before she could get the chance to stand, she was kicked down the dune, rolling down the steep sandy hill. As she rolled she was thinking to herself....was that bird...a distraction...a ruse?! Dammit!
The two other mercenaries left the cave and headed toward the area where Emma was to find their target. They immediately engaged in battle, fighting their targeted man, without Emma. Emma could hear it all, the clashing swords, the battle cries...yelling. She's losing blood...a lot of blood. Guagh! The hell...?! When did she get this?! There was another wound above her right hip. When did he...?! She ripped a piece of her clothing to tie around the slash wounds. No one could help her, turning their backs on the target was risky...he's strong. No one could go back for Emma, but...one.
It seemed that the helpless bird was in the way...it was sent down the dune with Emma. Sliding right infront of her head. She tilted her head back and they both just looked at each other. Neither of them wanted to die. Whistling was heard in the air, Emma's eye looked up to the sky and the shine was so bright she winced. Shlunk! Emma raised her head up to see a weapon... it must have been thwarted by their targeted man...Thank goodness...it missed her, but the guys need her right now. The skarmory crawled beside her, staring straight at her with it's sharp penetrating eyes. This bird wasn't going to give up, it wanted to live.
Everything felt hot...really hot, burning. Her wounds where healing quite fast, but not completely. Her body felt so different. What she sees...is now different...it's like she could spot little detail, she felt...powerful, even though the body she fused with was tattered, it will all heal eventually. But now, she has a mission to complete. I one fell swoop, she brought the tall sturdy target down to his knees as her fellow mercenaries quickly finished him off with the final fatal blow.
They all collected their payment and Emma returned home as a new person, sporting her new look.
I see complete badassery here, Noon darling~
Narcisa will be more than happy to welcome her e v e
Narcisa will be more than happy to welcome her e v e
Level 2?! But she's level awesome!
> u < Ty, Sparta! It was fun trying something different with the character and all.