Pokimono: Steel bird

Updated art and clothing! Old outfit can be found here: sta.sh/0rurmaxilqu

_{Old art, ignore it for now! I'm introducing an older version of Shina to Her story for Pokedo has mostly finished, but for now I'll keep her current self there to see how it goes. I plan to give her a revamp in image eventually, when I am able.}
 
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Name: Shina
Pokemon: Skarmory
Age: 30
Height: 5' 10"
Village: Scorched Mountain
Job: Bounty hunter


Ability: Keen eye - Opponent(s) cannot lower this Pokémon’s accuracy.

Attacks:

fury attack - Using either her weapons or her bare hands, Shina will move toward her enemy and unleash a barrage of strikes toward them, aiming for pressure points or vitals. Presuming she's not going in for the kill, she'll aim to incapacitate her opponent.

Agility - Most often used in conjunction with fury attack, to speed her movements and make the attack harder to dodge. It is also used in the situation of needing a fast escape or catching up to a speedy opponent.

Air Slash - She will focus a slicing blade of air, and launch it toward her opponent. Whether this is focused through her blades, or hands will depend on the situation.

Steel Wing - Her wings will glow and gain a silvery metallic sheen. She'll then use them to batter, beat or slice her foes with the added defenses of the move making her wings more powerful/harder to damage.




Likes:

Improving upon her skills

New weaponry

Earthy foods, or something with a bit of spice

Curry and rice, especially rice. Rice dishes make for one happy bird, not that she'll show it too outwardly.

Dislikes:

Things that are 'give you a toothache' sweet

Lightning-with those wings she's a walking lightning rod

Fire, and most fire types (she'll be rather leery of them after suffering some good burns in the past. The weakness to it is a continual frustration for her.)

People who act foolishly, or without thought.

Personality: Typically coming off as rather abrasive or rude, Shina tends to be straightforward and blunt with her opinions and words. She won't hesitate to let it be known what she thinks, and is quick to simply leave a situation if she's displeased with it. Though she's calmed some in the past few years, she still has the same sharp tongue and is quick to insult. At the very least, not as recklessly as previous. If any weather out the storm that is this woman's mood, they may find the flake of gold on a steeled over heart.

History: History: Born to a Scizor father, and Skarmory mother, the first seven years of Shina's life were peaceful and lived comfortably. Often times watching her father train in the sword, and walking down to the market with her mother to find vegetables for dinner. The little girl had always found a fascination and liking for how a blade might sheen in the sunlight when swung down upon it's target. However at this point, she'd no intention toward actually taking one up nor learning the craft. This would change however, as the family of three were taking a walk down through a more forested path together one evening. It'd seem her father had wracked up quite the amount of dislike with a local band of trouble makers..and had such earned a bounty upon his head for the sake of getting back. Ambushed by a large group, the three were caught unprepared, both of her parents swiftly cut down before the girl's eyes. In a panic, she took her father's sword from his body and swung wildly at any that would try to come near her, slashing many a reaching hand and turning to run for her life when the first chance arose. Deciding it was more likely the little runt would die out on her own, the band did not pursue, only yell insults after her as the small feet carried her away as quickly as they could. She'd run and run, until at last the little skarmory had bust through the door of her home. Jumping with a scared squeak and attempting to attack her uncle when he'd come into sight. Visiting to give another stern list of complaints to his brother for their recent fallouts with training sessions.

 Spotting the girl come at him and swiftly dodging, he'd knock the blade from the shaking hands and scooping her up by the back of the shirt, the older male would growl at the tear stained face, demanding to know where his brother had gone, and why she was crying like an infant at 7 years old. Shaky explanation, and a face ever seeming to sink and darken as she went on, he'd heave a long sigh and hold her to her chest. Simply letting the moment fade for the time being. As the girl fell to sleep, the uncle would grimace. No, shit. No anyone but him for this crap..what about the grandparents..right, gone off the face of the earth already with the blasted fighting. He had no other siblings, and his brother's bride the same issue. He'd think, harder and harder for a way to avoid what seemed inevitable. But aside killing the little brat, which...even he rightly couldn't do, that was all there was. ...Like it or not, he was going to have to adopt the little puffy eyed girl sleeping in his arms. One thing he decided, would make up for that. If she was going to live under his roof, no more pampering...all that ridiculous junk they'd done in raising her wouldn't be the same with him. Training day and night, if he had to put up with this he wasn't going to be playing hero all the time like his idiot brother, this girl was going to take care of herself.

 From that day forth, she was taken into her uncle's lifestyle. Train all day, train all night, learn to fight with every weapon possible, learn balance, and learn to fly and fight better than anyone else you ever met. Though reluctant and unwilling at first, the younger skarmory fell into the routine in time, finding the fascination in blades to hit a new kindling with learning to truly handle the weapons. The older man's lessons were harsh and relentless, regardless of her age. Every failure would end up with a swift dip into a pond, and a mocking laugh to egg her on. As the years passed, he allowed her no time to so much as think upon any grief for her fallen parents, making absolute sure her day was full from dawn until dusk. Tears? Grouchy old man no likey, so let's just keep those away bleah. 13 years would pass, by now the girl grown and matured, though heavily wishing to get away from the overbearing uncle that she'd come to fight with constantly. Whether by word, fists or sword, it had become an every day occurrence of neither being able to stand one another anymore by this point. Gathering a few objects as well as a pack of rice balls and other assorted foods, along with her father's sword, the skarmory would leave and take to the road, figuring herself old enough to live on her own by this point in time.

 After fighting off a mugger attempting to rob her, the Skarmory would be approached by a rather impressed seeming individual, commending her skill. He'd invite her to his clan, offering to teach her the loops and tricks of being a bounty hunter. Skeptical at first, the girl would only accept at promise of a job, spending the next five years under the man's teaching, coming to be accepted well into the grouping. When he deemed her skill satisfying, she would again decide to take leave. Over time she'd found being about a large grouping of people taxing, many of them not suiting to her idea of good company. In two years time, she would find her way to Capital city, Arranging for a small home to come into her possession, using the money she had earned from taking out various jobs as a bounty hunter to pay for the housing. It was time for a new start, in a new city. Besides..there's bound to be plenty of information, jobs, and maybe something more to be found here...

Having only risen in the rankings since bringing down and turning in several members of the gang known as the 'demon swarm', the skarmory had found a rather good living for herself. She continued in her training, taking more and more bounties as her skill increased. Though she could easily settle in this city and live comfortably with what she'd earned, when the time came that the number of bounties dwindled, -due to other hunters and the samurai themselves gaining vigilance in protecting the streets- The skarmory would come to the decision to move on to whichever place her feet would wander next. Over time, she'd find that place to be scorched mountain. Though she felt loathe at the name and heat surrounding the area, the skarmory would settle to stay there. Seeing plenty of opportunity for her line of work, and figuring the heat in itself to be a good way of attempting to toughen her weakness toward flame.


Additional info:

She can be quite vain when it comes to her wings, It's best not to touch or insult them.

She has a variety of weapons, those most favored being her father's sword, and her wings. Among her arsenal are also needles, spikes, shruiken, kunai knives, and other weapons that are within reason hidden within her clothing. She won't be pulling anything too large out of there.

Though her uncle took her in, she has a rather large dislike of him for the man being overly strict or harsh with her upbringing and/or training. He's constantly on the lookout for her, and though he's been relieved to have her off of his back, the older man takes every chance he can get to scold or tease the younger woman.

She has a very short fuse on her temper, and will get frustrated rather easily.