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foolishwren) wrote2017-05-31 12:36 am
foolishwren) wrote2017-05-31 12:36 amVICTORY ROAD
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foolishwren) wrote2017-05-31 12:36 am
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ARTY | FURRET
Level: 100
Gender: Female
Nature: Naughty, proud of its power.
Moves: Super Fang, Uproar, Fury Cutter, Rollout, Swift, Thunder, Dig, U-Turn, Surf, Scratch, Foresight, Defense Curl, Fury Swipes, Helping Hand, Follow Me, Slam, Rest, Sucker Punch, Amnesia, Baton Pass, Me First, Hyper Voice
Type: Normal
Ability: Keen Eye (Prevents the Pokémon from losing accuracy.)
Picture the unholy lovechild of a wolverine and Grumpy Cat. Arty is a sourpuss that is made of pointy ends and salt. Although her species is known for being adorable, the only time Arty makes any effort to look endearing is in front of someone who has food that she wants, and even that act goes out the window once they catch on.
Part of Arty's bitterness has to do with the unorthodox way she joined Heather's team. Being one of the many wild Pokemon sent swarming by an unfortunate Sweet Scent accident on Route 29 immediately after the first of the wayward world-travelers began to appear, the wild Sentret who would one day come to be Arty was not even remotely expecting to have a human being chase her down and physically wrestle her into a Pokeball. Which is literally what happened because Heather had just arrived in Johto and hadn't bothered to read up on the REAL way you were supposed to catch Pokemon. To add insult to injury, Arty's nickname was borne entirely of Heather expressing her displeasure at the whole situation by being as shitty and uncreative as possible ('Raccoon Thing' --> 'R.T.' --> 'Arty'. Yeah, I know). Arty is pretty much like the oldest child who had to suffer through all the awful parenting mistakes that first-time moms make. Needless to say, Heather is a much better trainer now than she was when she caught Arty.
Though tough, her laziness and rotten attitude make her a poor candidate for competitive battling. She'd rather spend her time lounging around near heaters (or campfires) and patches of sunlight, or sending sour looks at whoever happened to breathe wrong in her presence-- BUT when push comes to shove, the claws come out and Arty knows but chooses to ignore the meaning of holding back. Ask the unfortunate would-be thieves who once broke into Heather's hotel room. They'll remember.