Crowley

Crawly



(Uncoloured, because I got lazy)

Preferred Name: Crowley

Species: Seviper

Pokédex Number: #336

Type:

Gender: ♂

Age: 35

Level: 55

Moveset:
Wring Out
Poison Fang
Crunch
Glare

Description: Crowley is a serpentine Pokémon. He is mostly black, but has several markings on his body. He has yellow hexagon markings that run from his head to his tail, small yellow bumps where he touches the ground, and various purple scar-like marks that seem brighter in colour than most of his species'. He has elongated red fangs that protrude from his upper jaw and golden-yellow eyes where normal Sevipers have fierce red. However, his eyes do glow fiery red when he's particularly angry. His tail is partially red and has a blade-like shape. He can do weird things with his tongue.

Personality: Crowley is a serpent of taste. That is, he enjoys the finer things in life: shiny scales, sharp fangs and tail, and only the best of prey, opponents, and friends. He's also a bit of a coward, for someone so large and menacing, and dislikes confrontation in which there's a real chance his scales could get displaced. He's something of a speed demon, and likes hitching rides on other Pokémon that can carry him when his own ground speed is unsatisfactory. He doesn't see eye to eye with other Sevipers and their obsession with Zangeese; you could say he's gone 'native,' in that he prefers to socialise and interact with other Pokémon and doesn't much care for traditional and ancient feuds. That doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate a good-humoured battle, though.

Likes: Quality, luxury items, fire, Aziraphale, and looking sharp.

Dislikes: Interacting with other Sevipers, fighting with Zangeese because of ancient feuds, the cold, bitter things, and anything or anyone who lacks sophistication and taste.

Items: Black Glasses~ What? Those shades are signature, and they hide his odd eyes well.

History: Crowley would tell you that, when he was still known as Crawly and the size of a Caterpie, he would trick humans into doing petty evil with voices in their ears, hidden in the trees and the yellow flowers of fields where he was nearly invisible. Of course, those are just stories, and coming from a snake, should be taken with a grain of salt. In any case, he met his first Zangoose in his teens, when he was brutally attacked by one in his sleep! Deplorable conduct, is it not? Upon fighting back and actually winning, Crawly realised that his nestmates were cheering him on; curious, he asked why. They had never batted an eyelid when he won a battle against any other Pokémon. So he found out why.

Crawly found he didn't much like this automatic rivalry. When he was ostracised for refusing to fight Zangeese unless it was a fair battle, like with any other Pokémon, Crawly left. He found solace in the company of other Pokémon who did not know his past and went native, as it were. Feeling that Crawly just wasn't him anymore, Crowley changed his name to Crowley.

But those weren't the end of his conflicts. A Togekiss, mistaking him for a troublemaker,* attacked in righteousness and demanded he leave the poor Pokémon alone. Their battle came to a standstill when the two, evenly matched, refused to strike out again, knowing that the move would cause them both to faint. Begrudgingly, they came to an agreement: the sinful Seviper would not interfere with the normally peaceful Togekiss's petitions, and the Togekiss would allow the Seviper to hunt when needed and be friends when it was unnecessary. That agreement eventually turned into a great friendship.

Crowley and his Togekiss friend, Aziraphale, left Kalos when the Zangoose hunts became unavoidable, the Serpent coiling around the light but oddly strong Pokémon as Zira flew them across a vast sea, to Mew's Realm, where they didn't have to worry about being captured and separated for battle by the humans.

*Let's be honest, what do you think when you see a Seviper in the grass with a swarm of Zigzagoon eating nearby? Certainly not that the parties are friendly.

Example RP: 3. [Character] finds a lost Egg. As [Character] searches for the parents of the Egg, it hatches and the Pokémon inside mistakes [Character] for its mother.

The Seviper Hastur, with a wicked smile, presented him with a wicker basket holding a suspiciously oval shape.

'Oh,' said Crowley. 'No.'

'Yes,' said Hastur, grinning.

'Why me?' said Crowley desperately. 'You know me, Hastur, this isn't, you know, my scene... What am I supposed to do with it?'

'You will receive instructions.' Hastur scowled. 'Why so worried, Crowley?'

Crowley said nothing as the Seviper grinned and slithered away, back into the grass. He picked up the basket with his teeth, as if it might explode. Which, in a manner of speaking, it would shortly do.

Halfway through his journey to deliver the egg, it started rumbling and shaking, and he flinched, dropping the basket. In horror, he watched as the rolled out of the basket, cracking around the edges until a small, wet-looking Sableye tumbled out of the shell.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment before it stumbled forward, making grabby hands at Crowley's neck. Crowley forced himself to stay still as it fumbled forwards and pawed at him, croaking out its cry.

'Mama,' it mewed plaintively, hanging around Crowley's neck.

'Oh, no,' Crowley said, panicking. 'No no no no no. I am not your mama. If we're lucky, you and I, we'll never see each other again after today, yeah? So why don't you–' He attempted to shove it back into the basket, whereupon it started wiggling and croaking at him, '–sit nice and quiet and still until we go find the poor sods that are your parents and I get paid, yeah?'

It started screaming at him, and Crowley groaned before hooking the basket onto his tail and slithering away. He wasn't ever going to be paid nearly enough for this to be worth it, no matter how important the parents were supposed to be. This is why he didn't play with other snakes. Zira would be a natural at this, he thought savagely.

The Sableye started scratching at his scales and wailing for attention, peppering it with cries of 'Mama! Mama!'

'For Arc–Dark– For Somebody's sake!' Crowley grumbled, doing his best to keep the Sableye's sharp claws away from his scales.

'Mama?' the Sableye asked again.

'No!'

Crowley thought he could see salvation. He thought he could see the residence. Oh, sweet freedom, and no more children!

He yelped when the Sableye catches its claw under one of his precious scales and shakes the basket, getting it away from the tender skin. And he was right there, at the mouth of the cave! Come on!

Today was just going to be one of those days, wasn't it?