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Xellos outwardly appears to be a friendly, if eccentric and considerably obnoxious young man with a strange definition of ‘fun’ and an at best loose grip on typical human morality. He does endeavor to be polite, always addressing people formally with the title of “miss” or “mister”, and tends to be rather well spoken and somewhat charming when necessary. Xellos doesn’t necessarily always appear to be or act like a terribly disagreeable individual. Which makes it all the easier for him to be the most hideous, awful, spectacularly evil little troll that ever traipsed out of the astral plane.
While some might debate Xellos’s actual ‘evilness’, there really is no denying that the man is dishonest, manipulative, conniving, amoral and just downright highly unpleasant at times, sometimes even going out of his way to make a mess of things for certain special people. He takes a great amount of enjoyment out of pissing other people right the hell off and being the most frustrating and obnoxious bag of dicks you ever did see. Need directions to the next town? He has them, but his way might include a long winding path through bandit infested woods or a stroll through an underground tunnel crawling with snakes. Looking for some long lost artifact? Well he might know where it is, certainly a good chance that he does! Let’s just give that big haunted mansion a look, local lore says there’s something good in there! The people that take Xellos’s advice more or less sign a metaphorical waiver stating that whatever happens to them, they had it coming because just look who they trusted.
It might be easier to say that Xellos just does all of this for the shits and giggles (and sometimes, this is actually true), but truth be told there is a reason to the madness. As a monster, Xellos feeds directly off of the negative emotions of people. That means that for every human he annoys to the point of frothing rage, he gets a full course meal with the works. Get a group riled up and it’s like 50% off at the Country Buffet and he is going to try ALL the dishes, because the man is nothing short of a glutton. Of course, in Route this won’t be the case and it’ll be more of a force of habit/for the lulz deal.
As well, he takes pride in manipulating others to do his work for him. And while he never outright lies to anyone, it still takes a bit of truth stretching gymnastics to get exactly what he needs, and chances are, what he needs is not something that anyone else wants to get for him. Hence, it tends to end in tears of rage for the manipulated party in question.
All joking aside, when Xellos gets serious, things tend to get ugly, fast. Anger does not come quickly to him, and in a pinch he normally prefers to just run away rather than expend any unnecessary energy. However, when pressed, he becomes vicious, cruel and unforgiving, mocking and tearing apart his opponent piece by piece until they are either broken or… well…
Strengths/weaknesses: Xellos’s greatest strength lies in his ability to manipulate those around him into doing or acting just how he likes. Whether it be through charm, half truths or blackmail, he tends to get what he wants right around when he wants it. He’s also quite perceptive and intelligent, memorizing stories and details and keeping careful track of who acts like what and when it might be the best time to utilize that knowledge. Right along with his amorality comes a life pretty much without guilt as well, so there is never a worry of him backing out of a morally questionable situation if he feels completing it would benefit him.
However, Xellos is painfully arrogant, and will often underestimate his opponents. He thinks only the best of himself, and doesn’t even bother to hold anyone to a standard. Why should he, when he considers anyone who isn’t him or a monster lord to be either troll bait, pawns or unimportant? This line of thinking has gotten him thrashed more than once, and it doesn’t appear like he’s learned anything since then. As well, even while no longer being a true monster in Route, having positive, pro life feelings radiated at him might still bug him, and it is still probably the best way of driving the man out of a room.
Aaaabraaaaaa
[So, eighteen hours of sleep, was it? Let us go to Discovery Pokemon with Animal Behavior Specialist Xellos. AKA: Let’s poke this and see what it does]
Bbbbrrrraaaaaa…..
[Of course, it doesn’t seem like Abra is too keen on being jabbed with sticks, because in a flash, the pokemon is napping in a nearby tree.]
Well now, if I’d been fully aware of how lazy you were, I might have stopped to buy those energy drinks.
[Fuck you too, Xellos, the quip doesn’t even earn a twitch of an ear from the sleeping pokemon. Anyway, the man is back to the communicator now, all smiles]
So, since it appears we aren’t going anywhere for a bit-
[Hipster Abra says pokeballs are too mainstream bro]
Is anyone within walking range of Route 31? I just have a little favor to ask~.
There was always a first for everything, but he could honestly say he had never expected there would ever be a time where he’d have to actually sit down and work at making edible food. While Xellos had a certain grumbling empty hole that practically demanded meat, he wasn’t about to try digging into Abra any time soon. Even if he didn’t know the strange creature was inedible, chowing down on the one thing that had the powers to assist him here would have just been stupid, and he was anything but stupid. The pokemon napped safe and untouched by the campfire as the former monster debated his choice of food for the night.
Some grapes and nuts from the last store he was at, local wild berries found growing near the path, roots, mushrooms (which he was not going to try for the sake of safety, lousy weak human body) and a few varying edible plants. There had been one trainer along the way who was willing to help him find said edible plants. Poor sucker was willing to play a game of leaf roulette and more than once got a nice big bitter mouthful of foliage. Not Xellos’s problem! If they were willing to ingest potentially disgusting plant life for him, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Or feel even slightly bad about it. They wanted to!
His considerable appetite had not changed with the change of abilities here, or rather lack of. No, it had simply transferred itself over to physical food, and it was quite frustrating for the glutton to stare down at his meager pickings and divvy it up for the rest of the trip. At least the next city was close.
“Bbbbrrrraaaaa…..” The Abra twitched, sniffing the air, before slowly turning its head towards the small stock of provisions. “I already offered you dinner. If you can fight while you’re asleep, you can certainly eat while you nap too.” Xellos had picked out a nice big bright blue berry, settling back with a few of those and a root.
“Aaaabraaaa.”
“Only if you say please.”
“Bra.” Well, he wasn’t a liar. He dug out a cheri berry and tossed it to the sedentary form, the berry seeming to catch itself in mid air before making the rest of its way to Abra, who then only deigned to nibble daintily at its food. Hey, it slept all day, Xellos was pretty sure that its appetite wasn't exactly legendary.
He still had a whole day to plan for tomorrow. An upcoming gym so he'd probably have to spend a large chunk of his time training, needed more money too so it looked like it was another day waiting tables for him once they got there... Needed to buy more potions. God this was monotonous, he had to find something to do before he lost his mind. He looked to Abra, thoughtful, as the pokemon ate its hovering fruit.
... Xellos wondered idly, as he took another bite of his berry, how passing trainers would react to a hovering wall of seemingly sentient and irate rocks at 3 am....
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Well from what he’d managed to learn from this strange new world so far (woefully small amount of information that he could glean), the small, rat like thing chittering at him right now could be easily defeated by a fighting type. Frankly, it looked like it could easily be defeated by a stiff breeze or maybe by a firm whack on the head.
And yet the little maniac had managed to whittle his unfortunate Abra down to a sorry state indeed, only getting blasted with the odd psywave attack every now and again. Not to say that the rat wasn’t staggering around itself, but the stubborn little animal just wouldn’t quit! Meanwhile, Abra was making it quite clear indeed that he wanted nothing more than to teleport to the nearest pokemon center and purge this embarrassment from his mind for good.
Xellos was unsympathetic, not that he could blame Abra. Not that this necessarily stopped him from being highly annoyed either. Two trainers yammering on about their pokemon? Piece of cake. Piece of profitable cake, they’d be trudging home with empty pockets today. Enraged small colony of sentret? Either unconscious or sitting in a storage box. One scrawny undersized poor tempered rat? PATH BLOCKED. The irony was not lost and not appreciated. If he had to play this silly game, he would at least appreciate it if the natives of this world would kindly stop getting in his way all the livelong day. … Actually, the severely maddened rat reminded him of someone…
“Aabraa….” Oh yes. Abra was still teleporting all over the field as the rattata charged boldly into trees in an attempt to chomp down on him. At least it gave Xellos some time to ponder. Something this stupidly stubborn might give Abra a reasonable bit of training, yes… And certainly a good bit of stress removal by knocking it out and tossing it aside. But then…
But then he’d be out of one very persistent , courageous ally, wouldn’t he? Not to mention the rat had issued a clear challenge, obviously. He was clearly left with no choice but to take it. Little thing thought it could out maneuver his partner, did it?
“Abra, return.” God, it was like Abra had been waiting all DAY to hear that. In a moment, the pokemon had vanished and reappeared behind his trainer, happy to lick his wounds and leave the former monster take on the rampaging rat issue. Speaking of which, said rat was charging right for Xellos now, hissing angrily about being so horrifically wronged. Which, of course, was entirely the plan.
The rattata leaped straight for Xellos, right around the same time the man was pulling something out of the satchel at his side-
BWEEEEEN vwoop! The pokeball thudded to the ground, shaking furiously as Xellos confidently strode up towards the wiggling, blinking ball. By the time he had grabbed it, the light had already flickered out.
Abra was already nodding right off again as Xellos happily regarded his newest acquisition. He already had the perfect name for his scrawny, scrappy, ill tempered food thief of a friend.
"So, how does Lina sound to you?"
While some might debate Xellos’s actual ‘evilness’, there really is no denying that the man is dishonest, manipulative, conniving, amoral and just downright highly unpleasant at times, sometimes even going out of his way to make a mess of things for certain special people. He takes a great amount of enjoyment out of pissing other people right the hell off and being the most frustrating and obnoxious bag of dicks you ever did see. Need directions to the next town? He has them, but his way might include a long winding path through bandit infested woods or a stroll through an underground tunnel crawling with snakes. Looking for some long lost artifact? Well he might know where it is, certainly a good chance that he does! Let’s just give that big haunted mansion a look, local lore says there’s something good in there! The people that take Xellos’s advice more or less sign a metaphorical waiver stating that whatever happens to them, they had it coming because just look who they trusted.
It might be easier to say that Xellos just does all of this for the shits and giggles (and sometimes, this is actually true), but truth be told there is a reason to the madness. As a monster, Xellos feeds directly off of the negative emotions of people. That means that for every human he annoys to the point of frothing rage, he gets a full course meal with the works. Get a group riled up and it’s like 50% off at the Country Buffet and he is going to try ALL the dishes, because the man is nothing short of a glutton. Of course, in Route this won’t be the case and it’ll be more of a force of habit/for the lulz deal.
As well, he takes pride in manipulating others to do his work for him. And while he never outright lies to anyone, it still takes a bit of truth stretching gymnastics to get exactly what he needs, and chances are, what he needs is not something that anyone else wants to get for him. Hence, it tends to end in tears of rage for the manipulated party in question.
All joking aside, when Xellos gets serious, things tend to get ugly, fast. Anger does not come quickly to him, and in a pinch he normally prefers to just run away rather than expend any unnecessary energy. However, when pressed, he becomes vicious, cruel and unforgiving, mocking and tearing apart his opponent piece by piece until they are either broken or… well…
Strengths/weaknesses: Xellos’s greatest strength lies in his ability to manipulate those around him into doing or acting just how he likes. Whether it be through charm, half truths or blackmail, he tends to get what he wants right around when he wants it. He’s also quite perceptive and intelligent, memorizing stories and details and keeping careful track of who acts like what and when it might be the best time to utilize that knowledge. Right along with his amorality comes a life pretty much without guilt as well, so there is never a worry of him backing out of a morally questionable situation if he feels completing it would benefit him.
However, Xellos is painfully arrogant, and will often underestimate his opponents. He thinks only the best of himself, and doesn’t even bother to hold anyone to a standard. Why should he, when he considers anyone who isn’t him or a monster lord to be either troll bait, pawns or unimportant? This line of thinking has gotten him thrashed more than once, and it doesn’t appear like he’s learned anything since then. As well, even while no longer being a true monster in Route, having positive, pro life feelings radiated at him might still bug him, and it is still probably the best way of driving the man out of a room.
Aaaabraaaaaa
[So, eighteen hours of sleep, was it? Let us go to Discovery Pokemon with Animal Behavior Specialist Xellos. AKA: Let’s poke this and see what it does]
Bbbbrrrraaaaaa…..
[Of course, it doesn’t seem like Abra is too keen on being jabbed with sticks, because in a flash, the pokemon is napping in a nearby tree.]
Well now, if I’d been fully aware of how lazy you were, I might have stopped to buy those energy drinks.
[Fuck you too, Xellos, the quip doesn’t even earn a twitch of an ear from the sleeping pokemon. Anyway, the man is back to the communicator now, all smiles]
So, since it appears we aren’t going anywhere for a bit-
[Hipster Abra says pokeballs are too mainstream bro]
Is anyone within walking range of Route 31? I just have a little favor to ask~.
There was always a first for everything, but he could honestly say he had never expected there would ever be a time where he’d have to actually sit down and work at making edible food. While Xellos had a certain grumbling empty hole that practically demanded meat, he wasn’t about to try digging into Abra any time soon. Even if he didn’t know the strange creature was inedible, chowing down on the one thing that had the powers to assist him here would have just been stupid, and he was anything but stupid. The pokemon napped safe and untouched by the campfire as the former monster debated his choice of food for the night.
Some grapes and nuts from the last store he was at, local wild berries found growing near the path, roots, mushrooms (which he was not going to try for the sake of safety, lousy weak human body) and a few varying edible plants. There had been one trainer along the way who was willing to help him find said edible plants. Poor sucker was willing to play a game of leaf roulette and more than once got a nice big bitter mouthful of foliage. Not Xellos’s problem! If they were willing to ingest potentially disgusting plant life for him, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? Or feel even slightly bad about it. They wanted to!
His considerable appetite had not changed with the change of abilities here, or rather lack of. No, it had simply transferred itself over to physical food, and it was quite frustrating for the glutton to stare down at his meager pickings and divvy it up for the rest of the trip. At least the next city was close.
“Bbbbrrrraaaaa…..” The Abra twitched, sniffing the air, before slowly turning its head towards the small stock of provisions. “I already offered you dinner. If you can fight while you’re asleep, you can certainly eat while you nap too.” Xellos had picked out a nice big bright blue berry, settling back with a few of those and a root.
“Aaaabraaaa.”
“Only if you say please.”
“Bra.” Well, he wasn’t a liar. He dug out a cheri berry and tossed it to the sedentary form, the berry seeming to catch itself in mid air before making the rest of its way to Abra, who then only deigned to nibble daintily at its food. Hey, it slept all day, Xellos was pretty sure that its appetite wasn't exactly legendary.
He still had a whole day to plan for tomorrow. An upcoming gym so he'd probably have to spend a large chunk of his time training, needed more money too so it looked like it was another day waiting tables for him once they got there... Needed to buy more potions. God this was monotonous, he had to find something to do before he lost his mind. He looked to Abra, thoughtful, as the pokemon ate its hovering fruit.
... Xellos wondered idly, as he took another bite of his berry, how passing trainers would react to a hovering wall of seemingly sentient and irate rocks at 3 am....
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Well from what he’d managed to learn from this strange new world so far (woefully small amount of information that he could glean), the small, rat like thing chittering at him right now could be easily defeated by a fighting type. Frankly, it looked like it could easily be defeated by a stiff breeze or maybe by a firm whack on the head.
And yet the little maniac had managed to whittle his unfortunate Abra down to a sorry state indeed, only getting blasted with the odd psywave attack every now and again. Not to say that the rat wasn’t staggering around itself, but the stubborn little animal just wouldn’t quit! Meanwhile, Abra was making it quite clear indeed that he wanted nothing more than to teleport to the nearest pokemon center and purge this embarrassment from his mind for good.
Xellos was unsympathetic, not that he could blame Abra. Not that this necessarily stopped him from being highly annoyed either. Two trainers yammering on about their pokemon? Piece of cake. Piece of profitable cake, they’d be trudging home with empty pockets today. Enraged small colony of sentret? Either unconscious or sitting in a storage box. One scrawny undersized poor tempered rat? PATH BLOCKED. The irony was not lost and not appreciated. If he had to play this silly game, he would at least appreciate it if the natives of this world would kindly stop getting in his way all the livelong day. … Actually, the severely maddened rat reminded him of someone…
“Aabraa….” Oh yes. Abra was still teleporting all over the field as the rattata charged boldly into trees in an attempt to chomp down on him. At least it gave Xellos some time to ponder. Something this stupidly stubborn might give Abra a reasonable bit of training, yes… And certainly a good bit of stress removal by knocking it out and tossing it aside. But then…
But then he’d be out of one very persistent , courageous ally, wouldn’t he? Not to mention the rat had issued a clear challenge, obviously. He was clearly left with no choice but to take it. Little thing thought it could out maneuver his partner, did it?
“Abra, return.” God, it was like Abra had been waiting all DAY to hear that. In a moment, the pokemon had vanished and reappeared behind his trainer, happy to lick his wounds and leave the former monster take on the rampaging rat issue. Speaking of which, said rat was charging right for Xellos now, hissing angrily about being so horrifically wronged. Which, of course, was entirely the plan.
The rattata leaped straight for Xellos, right around the same time the man was pulling something out of the satchel at his side-
BWEEEEEN vwoop! The pokeball thudded to the ground, shaking furiously as Xellos confidently strode up towards the wiggling, blinking ball. By the time he had grabbed it, the light had already flickered out.
Abra was already nodding right off again as Xellos happily regarded his newest acquisition. He already had the perfect name for his scrawny, scrappy, ill tempered food thief of a friend.
"So, how does Lina sound to you?"