Forky

FORKY
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(Temporary image taken from Bulbapedia website.)

Species: Charizard

Pokédex Number: #006

Type: Fire / Flying

Gender: Male

Age: Exact age unknown, but he is old as dirt very old.

Level: ???

Moveset:
Flamethrower
Rest
Dragon Tail
???

Description: Forky is a draconic, bipedal Pokémon. He is primarily orange with a cream underside from the chest to the tip of its tail, which burns with a sizable flame. Forty has a long neck, small yellow eyes, raised nostrils, and two blunt horns protruding from the back of his rectangular head. There is one fang visible in the upper jaw when his mouth is closed. Two large wings with teal undersides sprout from his back, and a horn-like appendage juts out from the third joint of each wing. Forky's arms are short and skinny compared to his robust belly, and each limb has three white claws. He has stocky legs and cream-colored soles on the bottom of his feet.

Since Forky is very old and doesn't go outside all that much, he is rather wrinkly (these being more prominent on his face) and has a paler coloration than other Charizard. His wings are a bit tattered, he is missing a tooth or two, and he carries a knotty wooden walking stick.

Personality: To put it simply, Forky is just a grumpy old man. With all the various aches and pains that come with old age, it's assumable that this is the cause of his bad attitude, but since no one can remember what the Charizard was like when he was young, it's impossible to know for sure; it's also unlikely that he would tell you if you asked him. His old age hasn't affected his mind yet, at least, not that much. He regularly snaps off sarcastic comments at patients, gives patients nicknames while treating them, and refuses to take any kind of sass from anyone. Despite his bristly personality, when doing his job he reveals himself to be quite caring, in his own Charizard-y kind of way.

Likes: His job, anyone that cares to listen to his "when I was your age" stories, naps, gentle rainstorms, books (surprise, he loves to read), whacking people with his cane

Dislikes: Sass, getting argued with, age-related pains, disobedient patients, loudmouths, know-it-alls

Items:
- Gnarled, wooden walking stick

History: Nearly all of Forky's history is unknown. However, he does claim to be one of the only Pokémon still around from when the Realm was first formed, and his age seems to prove it. He currently works as the only medic in the Realm, and lives in a cave in the Middleplace.

Example RP: (Prompt #2 - twisted)
Even though he was slowly going deaf, Forky could still hear the obvious sounds of a Pokémon sinking its teeth into something.

The Charizard slowly turned around in his dimly-lit cave, accidentally knocking a few things off of the shelves that lined the walls in the process. With a soft grunt, he put his face up close to his patient, a young Raichu, who appeared to be eating berries. The orange mouse swallowed hard, unnerved by Forky's squint.

"You better not be eatin' my medicine, Sparky," he warned, giving the Raichu an on-the-spot nickname.The Pokémon shook her head quickly, her cheeks full of Berries.
"N-No, sir," she mumbled, covering her mouth with her paw to avoid showing the food in her mouth. "These are normal berries, Mr. Forky, not the medicine ones."

Forky squinted at her some more before leaning back and snorting. "Hmph. Alright, I guess I'll take yer word for it. Now, what did you come in here for again?"

"I. uh, I sprained my tail, sir..."

"Right, right..." Forky turned around again, rummaging around in his stores of medicinal Berries and items, accidentally waving his tail around the Raichu's face. After a moment or two he turned back around, handing the Pokémon a couple of Kee Berries for her to eat. "Pain reliever. Now lemme see that tail of yers, so I can patch it up for ya."

She nodded somewhat dreamily, carefully waving her tail into the Charizard's outstretched claws. He grabbed a stick and a roll of leaf bandages and promptly splinted and bandaged her tail, making quicker work of it than would be expected from such an old dragon. The Raichu giggled softly once he was done, again staring at him with a dreamy, almost lovesick look in her eyes.

Forky blinked and stared back at her, squinting.

"Say, Sparky...what kind of Berries were you eatin' before?" he asked carefully, leaning closer to her. The orange mouse blushed. "Just those ones in that old can over there, why~?"

The Charizard turned his head to see which "old can" she was talking about. "Right...an' did I happen to wave my tail atcha after that?"

"You did!" She paused, giggling again. "It was very warm~"

"That's great, Sparky. This affection yer feeling' for me is temporary, by the way. The Berries you ate combined with my tail heat accidentally made a love potion." Forky gently ushered the Raichu out of the cave, giving her a small pat on the head. "Good luck with that. Come back later if that tail of yers is still botherin' ya."