Character Sheet for Erran Graystar
Character Description
She was once a lab Sneasel who was subjected to an insane experiment like so many other pokemon who are now anthrocized.
Personality
Pretty bitter, even more so than Kagemaru. However, her bitterness is offset by her weak optimism and her constant pondering of everything around her. Even though she's civilized, she can make shreds of anyone who pushes her over the edge.
Likes/Dislikes
Her likes include colored pencil drawing, lying on the floor while pondering, and thrift stores. Her dislikes include most people she doesn't know (due to antisocial tendencies), politics (which is bad since she's so close to political hot spots), and poké balls (she's one of a select few, like Ash's Pikachu, who don't like being in poké balls).
Background/History
(Erran)
Before August 6, 2002, I was just another lab Sneasel. Then some psychotic scientists injected me with some unknown chemical that made me develop all these humanoid characteristics... luckily I got out before they fully realized what in the hell they had done. Now I'm a person, but I have no idea why. Not that it really concerns anyone I come in contact with. They're more astounded by the fact that I'm a female that's almost 6 feet tall. I was fairly large for a Sneasel, so I guess that's why.
I don't know why they would let a tender-age teenager get a job and rent an apartment--especially in western Pennsylvania--but I guess they think I'm not exactly human (which is definitely true) and don't really care either way. I guess I'm lucky I met up with a Haxorus and Latias like me. They said I need an education, but I know all I need to. I can read and write, but do I care to? Well, maybe, but that's not the point.
By the way, if you see me on the street minding my own business, please don't come up to me to say hello. I mean, I don't mind talking, but I'm still shell-shocked by those devious scientists so long ago. It's so burned into my memory that I get vicious in severe cases. My claws are still razor sharp, remember that.
Also, please quit staring at my shirt. Yes, I'm aware my breasts are kinda showing through. Well, it's because my chest is quite flat so I don't really have any need to wear a bra. Also, don't ask why my clothes are ripped up. I like it like that. Don't judge me. Especially not my speech impediment that makes it sound like I'm talking through my teeth.
Relatives/Family
Absolutely no record. She wasn't even a legitimately obtained Sneasel when she was normal.
World/Setting
Virbank, Pennsylvania, is a dank, rowdy industrial district located close to a state that borders the Atlantic Ocean. Virbank seems to be the place where most bitter, burned-out souls go. Booming business drove the price of housing to the point the poorer people were forced out until a cleanup operation drastically drove down prices and reversed the trend.
Body
Her body is pretty thin (but she's not underfed, it's just her body doesn't really store fat). The jewel on her head is blue (like her eyes) and is a teardrop shape. A gray streak is on her right ear. Her head crest of feathers has a crosshatching pattern.
Clothing
She typically wears gray shirts and dark colored pants. Both are ripped up at the edges.
