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Heather Mason ([personal profile] foolishwren) wrote 2016-05-31 07:14 am (UTC)

GODZILLA | FERALIGATR

LOOK AT IT, IT'S GOT ANXIETY


"Feraligatr, the Big Jaw Pokemon!"
Obtained:
Violet City, traded as an egg. Hatched on Route 34. (via Demyx)
Level: 100
Gender: Male
Nature: Rash, scatters things often.
Moves: Dragon Pulse, Outrage, Seismic Toss, Body Slam, Focus Punch, Strength, Scratch, Leer, Water Gun, Rage, Bite, Scary Face, Ice Fang, Thrash, Crunch, Slash, Screech, Thrash, Aqua Tail, Superpower, Hydro Pump
GODZILLA | FERALIGATR (No. 160)
Type: Water
Ability: Torrent (Powers up Water-type moves in a pinch.)


Heather first received Godzilla as an egg in a trade, and he proved to be a feisty little thing even moments after hatching-- resisting any and all attempts to be removed from his egg once it started to crack. Hey, who could blame him? It's comfy in there and you don't have to do anything but sleep! Growing up, Godzilla was a precocious little tyke, but also a walking entity of immature entitlement. Which is fine when you're a baby, but after awhile it wears out its welcome and as the Totodile got bigger and retained the same inflated sense of self-importance, a rift between him and the rest of the team (those jerks) grew. This wasn't helped by his refusal to evolve and open jealousy of new, younger team-mates (especially, at the time, Cheryl). Between his growing resentment and everyone else not putting up with his shit anymore, eventually it all came to a head in blood and tears when Zilla decided he'd had enough of no longer having the world revolve around him and bit the everloving shit out of Heather's arm. Admittedly, this also happened to coincide with a Team Rocket radio broadcast that was making Water-types go absolutely nuts, but still! DAMN!

A few days, a whole lot of shunning from the rest of the team, and a buttload of stitches for Heather later, Godzilla experienced a revelation: the asshole was him all along.

And so began his epic journey for redemption, a tale spanning several years, a whole lot of soul-searching, and more than a few failed fitness routines.

Once a fat little blue tater tot and now a lean, mean, Feraligatn' machine (that's right, he finally evolved-- though not without first deciding he'd earned it), Godzilla is a whole new 'mon. His old ego has been completely obliterated (by his own choice, mind you) and he is, startlingly, one of the more sensitive and conscientious members of the team. Constantly on the search for ways to better himself both emotionally and physically (he has a tendency to eat his feelings, so sometimes this is less successful than others), he ironically frets over the immature stunts Heather pulls sometimes the same way she used to worry about what HE got into whenever she wasn't looking. He also worries about her hair attracting Combee, the chances of a meteor hitting their campsite, and whether or not talking on the PokeGear for long periods of time can cause brain cancer.
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