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PI: Goyle the Duskull/Heatmor

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For mods: This Mon is found at the Alchemist's Shack, rows 25-26!

Bullet; Blue~~ Alchemist's Shack -Ranch Journal ~~Bullet; Blue 

This one was fun to draw! I had several different ideas for how to do this but well. Only have one Duskull/Heatmor. xD Suppose someday I gotta make more. *shot* Also yay for sad backstories. *SHOT*

Bullet; Blue~~~~~ Trainer ~~~~~Bullet; Blue

Bullet; Blue Almud the Witch Bullet; Blue

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Bullet; Purple~~~~~ Information ~~~~~Bullet; Purple


Bullet; Purple Name: Goyle

Bullet; Purple Gender: Male
Bullet; Purple Day of Meeting: 1. July 2018
 
Bullet; Purple Pokemon: Duskull/Heatmor
Bullet; Purple Type: Ghost/Fire
Bullet; Purple Ability: Levitate
Bullet; Purple Nature: Lonely
Bullet; Purple Characteristic: Sturdy Body
Bullet; Purple Traits: Hybrid

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Bullet; Purple Level: 49
Bullet; Purple Moves: Leer - Night Shade - Hone Claws - Tackle - Incinerate - Lick

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Bullet; Purple Level Up Log: Bullet; Purple
Reference Image: 6 levels (Fullbody + Shading)
- Meeting Almud (Below): 12 Levels (1600 Words + Trainer Bonus)
Event: Cleaning a Sofa: 9 Levels (Fullbody + Simple BG + Event Bonus)
Event: Don't You Dare: 16 Levels (Fullbody +Shading + Simple BG + Trainer Bonus + Event Bonus)
A Dreadful Fate: 6 Levels (Fullbody + Complex BG)



Bullet; Purple Personality Bullet; Purple

He was a wanderer. Everyone who saw Him usually ran away in fear of His large size and skull-like face. It was quite sad, really... Ever since He first appeared on this world, completely lacking memory of anything that could have been before, He had trouble finding anyone besides other ghosts to keep him company. But He so wanted to know more about the living! Ghosts like Him were often sad and rarely laughed. Meanwhile every living being laughed until they saw Him approach. What was it about ghosts that made the living run away in feat? What even truly were the living if they were so different from ghosts?

After a few years of trying to befriend a living being, He eventually gave up. He would simply meander from place to place, talking to ghosts like Himself only and from them learning all He knew about life and death. Had He died once too? A part of Him wanted to know what life was like but another was glad He did not know what He had lost.

Tonight was mostly like any other until He heard a shout. Someone was angry at someone else. From the type of voice He was able to tell it was a human. They were often the ones most afraid of beings like Him. Still, the way the human kept on shouting drew Him closer. What could it be that made the human so angry? "GIVE IT BACK, GIVE IT BACK!" the human shouted repeatedly, occasionally only pausing to inhale so he could shout more. But He could hear something else in the human's voice and the way he moved. He was sad and scared. It was strange to Him. There were no other ghosts nearby. Why was the human scared and sad before he even saw Him?

He listened to the human for a while, hiding behind a tree so he would not add to the human's distress. Eventually the human's voice grew hoarse and his commanding turned to pleading. "Please, give it back..." The human's voice weakened, "It... It was my mother's..." The human fell quiet but He was suddenly struck by a realization. Some of the ghosts he had met remembered having been alive once. They could remember important figures in their past. More common than any other was the being referred to as mother. Everyone alive had one. Some hated theirs but most saw the mother as a protector, teacher and someone worth keeping close. Those who loved theirs often in death still had something that reminded or belonged to the mother. A necklace, a tool, sometimes even a skull. Whatever it was, it was usually the ghost's only meaningful item.

It was stunning to Him that someone alive already had an item they valued so much. He assumed the mother stayed with them until the day one of them became a ghost and they were separated. Only after that point would an item belonging to the mother truly have meaning. He looked around the forest clearing. There were many living creatures around but none approached to help the human. Some even seemed to laugh over his misfortune. 

That is why He decided to approach. If none of the living would help, He would at least try. After all, he at least on some level knew how important that item had to be. He may not have one of His own and would never truly understand its meaning, but He knew enough to understand it was more important than anything He knew in existence. As He approached the human, one of the small Pokémon near him squeaked and hid behind the human's legs. The human turned around and flinched at the sight of Him. The human did not say a word but he also did not run like humans usually did. This item had to be truly meaningful for him to refuse to leave.

The human watched Him hover over to the lake without a sound. He could sense something in the water, something powerful... even magical. Could that be the item the humanwas hoping to retrieve? He shot a beam of Night Shade at the source of the energy which caused it to move slightly, as if startled. Something alive was with the source of the power, possibly even was the source itself. Even if it wouldn't be the source, He wished to talk to it in case it could help. Eventually, the targeted creature moved to the surface of the water. It was a pile of sludge with a face, a very strange creature but He knew it was not a ghost like him. He quickly found out the sludge creature was indeed the one who had taken the human's belongings. The creature tried to swipe at Him but its living arm merely phased through His body without causing anything resembling pain. 

The creature was stubborn. It sunk back into the lake while giving Him the worst look He had ever been given. It made Him feel sad again. He glanced back to the human who by now had sat down on the ground with his head buried in his knees. There was no way He could give up now. He would bother this sludge creature in this human's favour for as long as He would need to. So he kept sending weak but stinging beams of Night Shade at the creature wherever it went. Surely a creature like it would need sleep too. All living beings needed sleep, He was quite certain. He was eventually proven right when the creature again started to return to the surface. It did not say a word, it merely spat something large and complex at Him. He barely caught it and before he could thank the sludge monster, it had already returned to the depths. He could no longer sense where it was, the magic was all in the pouches of this belt.

He moved back to shore and approached the human who by now had returned to his small shelter and slept peacefully. He was not sure what to do. He did not wish to risk anything stealing the complex item anymore and soon decided to make the human up, gently so. He nudged the human's shoulder with the back of his large claw a few times before the human jolted up, flinging the two small Pokémon sleeping on his back to the ground. The human stared to Him for a moment before realizing what He was holding. "My belt!" the human exclaimed, "Y-you-... got it back?" The human's words trailed to near-silence. The human carefully accepted the belt from Him, looked somewhat disgusted by the slime it was covered in, and started to detach the complex items from the main strap, wiping the sludge off of them with handfuls of dry grass which he had been sleeping on.

He slowly turned away to leave but the human stopped him quickly. "Wait..! Thank you..." the human hesitated for a moment, "Why did you get it back for me?" The question surprised Him. Usually questions were asked to keep someone around longer. But why would the human want to keep him around longer? Was he so curious about his motives that he would wish to keep a ghost around for longer than necessary? He was not sure how to answer the question either. He did understand human speech but he lacked the ability to speak it. He raised his arm and reached his long claws at the human's face. The human straightened his back but did not try to push Him away. He placed his claws just under the human's eye and slowly and carefully dragged it down in wavy motions. To his understanding, it meant sadness. The human flinched. "You saw me cry?" the human grimaced, "I... guess. Ech..." The human was apparently uncomfortable with the idea of someone seeing him sad? Strange. Ghosts usually did not mind sharing their sadness with others. Were the living not allowed to be sad? The human grabbed one of the items he had detached from the belt, it was the item he had cleaned first, a shiny piece of metal with a piece of bone at the other end.

"It was all for this..." the human continued, further puzzling Him. The human would tell Him more, just to keep Him around? "This knife is the only thing I have anymore that belonged to my mother. Well, the knife and him..." the human glanced down to the snake-like cat that had curled up next to him, "Though I guess he is more of a family tresure while this knife? This is a memento... I don't..." The human shook his head but He had already noticed what was going on. He was only inches away from breaking his voice again like he had before. If it pained the human, then he would not need to say more. He simply raised a claw over the human's mouth,signaling him to not go further with his explanation. After a moment of silence, the human spoke up again: "I wish there was some way to repay you for what you did... You were out there for a long time. I have no idea how long I was asleep..." That wish confused Him even more. The human would wish to repay a ghost for a favor? He knew the living often did favours to each other but many ghosts needed nothing other than someone to talk to and thus there was no need to repay anyone whenever a favour was made. 

Someone who still had something to laugh over... 
Someone alive... Someone living to talk to... Was that not what He was hoping to have in the first place?

(1630 words = 8 Levels. +4 Levels Trainer Bonus = 12 Levels.)

Bullet; Purple Named after one of Almud's mother's guardian golems. After all, he's big and helpful, just like those golems always were!

Bullet; Purple If you look under Goyle's robes, you will realize he does not have feet but he does have the rest of a Heatmor's Skeleton. Ribcage, spine, arms... Though luckily he rarely flies far from the ground so you likely would never see any of it.

Bullet; Purple Goyle usually hid away for the days but now is learning to see more of daylight too. After all, ghosts usually hid during nights, some out of necessity, others out of habit, and Goyle always wanted to meet ghosts. During days he never found any of thus decided it would be pointless to look for them during daytime.

Bullet; Purple Goyle can decide whether or not something can touch him. If you try to punch him, your fist would phase through him. If you try to pet him, he would allow you to feel his fabric-like body or bone-like face.


Bullet; Purple~~~~~~~~~~Bullet; Purple

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OMG I love him *-*