TheMadIceCreamMan
Oxygen Lover
The Essentials
Name: Bultou
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Scrafty
Faction: Renegade, once with Yveltal
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Fatal Flaw: Will not back down from a challenge due to his pride. Always seeking growth he has ended up near death due to this attribute. Even with this fact it can't be said it has doused his pride in the least.
Saving Grace: Bultou holds no grounds for mercy and has an indomitable will. Working towards his goals whether it be to trade or fight he'll hold back none of his energy in his endeavors. This fashion of doing things makes him incredibly hard to put down when a goal is set.
Fighting style: Unlike most of his kind he has mastered the art of taking pain then dishing it out full force. Due to specializing in his special defenses he will uses 'bulk up' to increase his naturally high attack and average defense. After a few cycles of this an unprepared challenger won't be able to damage him sufficiently. Any pain he gathered from the beating is returned from a boosted 'drain punch'. He causes further havoc through the dangerous use of 'knock off' that can cripple item dependent opponents. From experience he has access to 'iron head' to deal with pesky fairies outright.
[bulk Up] [Drain Punch] [Knock Off] [iron Head]
[Ability: Shed Skin]
Personality: Tightly gripping his arm to stop the flow of blood he entered a local town from the woods. A cocky Pidgeot or was it a Fearow? It didn't really matter to Bultou since they all got their feathers ruffled the same way. The righteous little bird thought it had the advantage with Bultou, but it was tweeting a different tune once a branch went through its wing. It didn't expect for him to take to the trees where his 'Hurricane' attack was muffled comically. The cut in his arm wasn't even from the bird but instead a stone it kicked with its gale.
Now in town he glared around for a local berry dealer or tradesman. To his content his spotted a Smeargle selling his items behind a little wood stand.
"You selling oran berries?" Boltou barked
"Oh why yes I do my good man." the salesman said as his dug into his chest, his green tipped tail flaying in the air. Out from the chest he offered an oran berry that seemed freshly picked. "That will be"- he was cut as the berry was snatched from his hand.
Bultou swallowed it down and found his arm in almost optimal condition, "Good berry."
"Hey! You can't just-" the poor salesman was cut off again with a fist to his face sending him back into the cobblestone.
The drain punch healed up his arm quite nicely, "Thanks for your service!" Bultou stated as he walked back towards the woods. No point in fighting low level locals. He pondered over what the bird would taste like.
History: Bultou doesn't talk of it much as there is little point. He commonly makes remarks about how fun the pillaging was until Yveltal became more goal oriented. He left simple to fulfill his lust for battle that interrogations didn't quench, well at least he says this is the case.
Likes: Battles, Exercise, Training, Fear induction, Cooked Meat
Dislikes: Sweet food, Debates, Losing, Idiots
Talents: Unlike most he his quite adoptive at using his environment to abuse his opponents. Also, living for the most part in the woods his quite good at grilling. It is best not to ask where the meat comes from.
Hobbies:
1. Training his strength and endurance
2. Gathering new spices for cooking meat
3. Antagonizing people he dislikes
Fears: While he certainly seems fearless he has a subtle fear of fairy types. After practically being killed by one this fear is translated into pure hatred and the mastering of 'Iron Head'.
Crushes: None as of yet
Orientation: Heterosexual
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