Pokimono: Saki

Name: Saki

Pokemon:

Age: 15

Job: Worker (Yisun’s “housekeeper”)

Ability: Overcoat: Protects Pokemon from Weather Effects and Powder moves.

Attacks: Tailwind, Foul Play

Likes:

- spicy food

- pink, but she will never admit it

- handing out with her gang

- gambling

- being  fancy/ living a fancy life-style, she will never admit this one either

Dislikes:

- creepy ol’ losers

- milk, she gets diarrhea

- tall people

- thunder

Personality:

Tough, rude, and stubborn, Saki is the poster child for common street urchins. She may not have the brightest head, but she can spot trickery from a mile away – she had to learn from a very young age to survive, after all. She would care about things she chooses to care about, and determine everything else as not worth her time. Live fast, die young, and enjoy yourself along the way, that is her motto. Earn her respect and trust, and you will have it forever, but watch out for a world of pain if you disrespect her.

History:

So I guess if ya really wanna know, I’ll tell ya. But not ‘cus I wanna or nothing, ya know, but ‘cuz ya ASKED.

I didn’t come from anywhere glorious, just born on the streets, ya know. I’m kinda one of those kids. Always gettin’ into trouble and whatever. My ma’s one of those people ya can find hanging in the alleys at night, look’in for work. I think ya get what I mean. Pa was never in the picture, but I dun really care and that ain’t me being defensive or nothing. Hell knows how I survived from a wee lil baby bird, but probably ‘cuz I was tough from the get-go! I had a few younger siblings, but I dunno man, I left my ma’s place as soon as I could at…. I think it’s been more than a couple years now. As soon as I could walk and run and fight, I left.

So I was in this like… gang, ya know. None of that super creepy old men yakuza crap or nothing, but with people my age and maybe some older losers. We ran ‘round the sketchier part of ‘ol Firefield before the gods came and bazooka-ed it to smitherin’s, and man did we own that place. I’ll say those were the glory days – I mean, Scorched Mountain’s nice and all but it’s like… NEW, ya know, and doesn’t have as many of the ‘lil alleyways and stuff I’m more used to. Then the war came, and I got these scars on my body from a fire, but most of my gang survived ‘cuz ya know, we’re made of the toughest stuff. But anywa—what, ya wanna know ‘bout the leg, too? Yer a forward one, I’ll give ya that. Pshat. Eh… what my ma said was that she dropped me near a carriage or something, and it ran that leg right over. Glad it didn’t run over the rest of me, eh?

… where was I. Oh, yeah, so me and the gang moved to Scorched Mountain, and had to get all our territories back, ya know. In one of the fights, one of the losers from the other side played dirty and took my leg right out under me – lil asshole –I would have flying style karate- chopped that loser to get it back ‘cuz I’ve still got my ol’ wings, but a couple more came behind me and broke one of them so… so yeah, I guess we got beat up pretty bad that time. I guess I blacked out or somethin’, but when I woke up this… large, punk-ass looking woman was leaning over me looking all…. Blank and stuff. And ok my first reaction was like ‘who’s this chick imma woop her ass’ but then eh… some stuff happened and she ended up getting me to a doctor. That chick was Yisun-sama, ya know. And if ya know Yisun-sama ya know that she’s just a big blockhead with rocks for brains, hehe. But since then, I’ve lived with her ‘cuz ya know, I’m tough but I’m a nice person, mmkay? It looks mighty lonely living by yourself like Yisun does, so I figured I’ll get her some company... and help tidy up her place too.

Additional Information:
- She's 4'10", and yes, she knows she's short and under-developed for her age
- She can't really fly far cause her wings are tiny, come'on just look at them




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