Zaphary Application

OH NOES ANOTHER GROUP

Name: Wick
Age: 12
Edition: Regular (original owner made the accessories)
Gender: Male
:Accessories: Hat, ribbon as a scarf, suspenders
Personality: Bold nature: Wick loves to do dangerous things. It makes him feel tough. In reality though, he's really just a wussy little brat. He'll pout when he doesn't get something or when something isn't going his way. Wick also really hates taking orders from anyone not an official leader, even when they're assigned the role. Usually it's either his way or no way, even if his way is a really really bad way. If you are able to make him not act like a jerk, he can be a rather protective, loyal friend. Unfortunately for Wick whatever redeeming factors he has he refuses to utilize.

History: Ya wanna hear 'bout lil ol' me? How flattering~

I started out like any other toy made in some factory in the Kanto region. Being made is a...pretty weird feeling but it is nice to be y'know, alive kinda. Unlucky me though was made a rattata, not exactly the most lovable 'mon in the world. I sat on a store shelf for more than likely a year or two when I got picked up. Not by a kid though, not in the slightest.

An elderly man bought me. Real nice good old boy, lonely though, he's the one that made me this here hat. He didn't play with me, just talked to me, 'bout the weather and the news anything on his mind really. I guess he bought me 'cause he didn't wanna have to manage a real pokemon. He'd keep me in his room when he had others around which was a real quiet time. I didn't like it at all, but I guess it's embarrasing for a grown man to talk to a plush toy. When his grandkids came around though, woo boy was that work. They played real rough. My old man had to patch me up a whole lot. He never told them to play nicer though, it wasn't that bad a problem though.

Then, my owner started losin' money. I guess his grown up kids were moochin' off him >:I He had to start selling things. Eventually I got auctioned off too. Apparently I'm some old fashioned plush worth alot now. I'm not mad at him, I felt a little useful knowing I was a part of him getting back off the ground. I was bought by a real rich cat for his son. He was worse than my original owner's grandkids. He and his pals flung me around and sat on me and put me in some pretty awkward positions finally one day at a picnic of some sort he tossed me somewhere and never found me. It was a relief and a feeling of abandonment. I just lay on the ground of that park and waited for someone to pick me up. For a while no one did, maybe they didn't see me, or just didn't care, but I couldn't call them over. Then a guy in a bright white coat picked me up and gave me a quick look then carried me off to Arceus knows where.

That's how those Zarrox pills got me. I hafta give some credit fer giving me the gift of movement but shh. The day they brought me to life was one heckuva day. The first couple days I was just examining myself wondering what they were doin' in the first place, then I learned. I wasn't the happiest camper at the least. They peeved me with all those tests, pulling my string, taking my hat, not to mention all that crap they did to the toys that tried to fight back. At one point, I got a little...rebellious too. The scientists didn't like that one bit. They threw me a cage and kept me there for a couple days. After that little spat I begun getting thrown in there more and more. I'm surprised they didn't just trash me but I'm not complaining. After I dunno how long of being in the lab, the toys in the Zaphary busted me out. After they told me what they were all about, they didn't hafta ask me twice. I wanna do my part and knock those hoity-toity scientists down a peg.

Hobbies:
-Getting into trouble
-insulting giving consructive criticism to others <3
-Playing with sticks
-bush hopping and par kour _{he fails at it though}
-Absolutely HATES being alone

Moveset:

Attract
Super Fang
Crunch
Flame Wheel

Extra:
-Wick came out a little glitchy when they made him a proto, so he still needs his pull string to talk
-When he does talk he uses alot of 1920's slang
-Don't touch his hat. Unless you're willing to lose a finger...for five