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Description

Name: Mog/moogle the jolteon
Pokemon: Jolteon

Abilities: Volt absorb- mog and absorb and an all electrical attacks
His back is covered with sharp easily dislodged quills. They can easily get stuck in someone if they are not careful around Mog. He luckily doesn't back up to often.
Personality:

This strong headed jolteon is one of the most unruly pokemon anyone will meet. He tends to go by a leap before you think mentality. Acting on impulse and speaking his mind. He is not afraid to harm someone’s feelings or rush into danger. He will protect those he cares about and walk away from those he does not. He can become temperamental at times, threatening him is ill advised. He does not have a good sense of direction often getting lost and ending up far away from his starting location. He never frets this he is very good at taking care of himself and isn’t above hunting. His legs are powerful and he has no problem stunning his prey long enough to do lethal amounts of damage.

History:
Mog was born from a vaporeon mother. He and his litter mates got to spend quite a good amount of time with their mother. Learning all they could from her before the owner of the vaporeon finally offered the eevees out to her young grandchildren. Mog got the second oldest child, a kid that was barely old enough to get his trainer ranks. The child was where he received the name moogle.

Together, they went forward and on the very common trainer’s journey. Mog was a bit unruly at first and everything that was suggested by family didn’t exactly work. It took time for them to find a rhythm that worked and mog could follow. They made new friends on the way. Playing and laughing as they did, every step of the way was going to be fun. The eevee was prideful and powerful, sometimes getting over his head when it came to the other pokemon on the team. He worked to always stay faster than the others, lowering accuracy as he danced around them. He found it to be a game.

They took on every challenge that came to them, they were a team. A duo of trouble makers, sure they got there tail kicked sometimes but they were always there for eachother but all good adventures end eventually.

His trainer met another trainer, hitting off with them for quite a while. For mog it was fun, the other trainer had an umbreon that was quite affectionate to the eevee. They were both trainers of great skill. It wasn’t long before the other asked why mog was still an eevee. Slowly trying to pressure mog’s trainer into evolving him into something of worth. Even to offer the other some stones. They disagreed to say the least. The umbreon turned on mog as well to help her trainer’s point across. Mog was too proud to let these cheap controlling tactics work on him, yet it still hurt him on the inside.

The trainer was shocked something so silly could end a friendship. He thought more of his friend….in heavy thought the trainer was attacked by a family of Fearow and spearow. To say the least the trainer wasn’t prepared having put away his pokemon to save their strength and allow him time to think. The bird have already ripped through the strap of the bag making it fall open. Mogs had rolled out along with some of the items that the trainer had.

Mog escaped his pokeball and started into the fray getting thrown back as one of the larger birds turned to face him. Mog took one look at the thunderstone and that was it. He jumped for it taking it into his fangs and rushing at the bird pokemon. His brown fur turned golden and he found himself in the face of the bird. The uncontrolled rage that the eevee felt for someone attacking his partner, was released all at once. He had knocked out most of the birds, killed the smaller ones and even had shocked his trainer a bit. From there, things became different. The other pokemon assisted his trainer out of the cave. Mog watched, just happy the other was okay.

The trainer though didn’t act the same towards mog again. Mog spent more and more time in his ball. The fox coming to realize that his trainer was afraid of him. He tried to get out and help his trainer but every action was met with a fearful gaze,flinching and hesitation. Mog was there one more day, laughing with him team mates he had been through so much with and than the next day was gone. The jolteon’s old pokeball had been destroyed over night and the jolteon was nowhere in sight.

Mog became a wanderer of sorts, avoiding humans, honing his new abilities and slowly figuring out how to take care of himself in the wilds. He will eat berries and pokemon. He’s fairly opportunist and will roam into a camp site while people seem to be sleeping.

Mog is most likely gonna get his first run with . He will be on a team of his own, because most are to slow to keep up with him. -he will get a story change when I do the app for that group though.
Mog's belly is much softer then his back, he doesn't mind belly rubs.

Description

Name: Mog/moogle the jolteon
Pokemon: Jolteon

Abilities: Volt absorb- mog and absorb and an all electrical attacks
His back is covered with sharp easily dislodged quills. They can easily get stuck in someone if they are not careful around Mog. He luckily doesn't back up to often.
Personality:

This strong headed jolteon is one of the most unruly pokemon anyone will meet. He tends to go by a leap before you think mentality. Acting on impulse and speaking his mind. He is not afraid to harm someone’s feelings or rush into danger. He will protect those he cares about and walk away from those he does not. He can become temperamental at times, threatening him is ill advised. He does not have a good sense of direction often getting lost and ending up far away from his starting location. He never frets this he is very good at taking care of himself and isn’t above hunting. His legs are powerful and he has no problem stunning his prey long enough to do lethal amounts of damage.

History:
Mog was born from a vaporeon mother. He and his litter mates got to spend quite a good amount of time with their mother. Learning all they could from her before the owner of the vaporeon finally offered the eevees out to her young grandchildren. Mog got the second oldest child, a kid that was barely old enough to get his trainer ranks. The child was where he received the name moogle.

Together, they went forward and on the very common trainer’s journey. Mog was a bit unruly at first and everything that was suggested by family didn’t exactly work. It took time for them to find a rhythm that worked and mog could follow. They made new friends on the way. Playing and laughing as they did, every step of the way was going to be fun. The eevee was prideful and powerful, sometimes getting over his head when it came to the other pokemon on the team. He worked to always stay faster than the others, lowering accuracy as he danced around them. He found it to be a game.

They took on every challenge that came to them, they were a team. A duo of trouble makers, sure they got there tail kicked sometimes but they were always there for eachother but all good adventures end eventually.

His trainer met another trainer, hitting off with them for quite a while. For mog it was fun, the other trainer had an umbreon that was quite affectionate to the eevee. They were both trainers of great skill. It wasn’t long before the other asked why mog was still an eevee. Slowly trying to pressure mog’s trainer into evolving him into something of worth. Even to offer the other some stones. They disagreed to say the least. The umbreon turned on mog as well to help her trainer’s point across. Mog was too proud to let these cheap controlling tactics work on him, yet it still hurt him on the inside.

The trainer was shocked something so silly could end a friendship. He thought more of his friend….in heavy thought the trainer was attacked by a family of Fearow and spearow. To say the least the trainer wasn’t prepared having put away his pokemon to save their strength and allow him time to think. The bird have already ripped through the strap of the bag making it fall open. Mogs had rolled out along with some of the items that the trainer had.

Mog escaped his pokeball and started into the fray getting thrown back as one of the larger birds turned to face him. Mog took one look at the thunderstone and that was it. He jumped for it taking it into his fangs and rushing at the bird pokemon. His brown fur turned golden and he found himself in the face of the bird. The uncontrolled rage that the eevee felt for someone attacking his partner, was released all at once. He had knocked out most of the birds, killed the smaller ones and even had shocked his trainer a bit. From there, things became different. The other pokemon assisted his trainer out of the cave. Mog watched, just happy the other was okay.

The trainer though didn’t act the same towards mog again. Mog spent more and more time in his ball. The fox coming to realize that his trainer was afraid of him. He tried to get out and help his trainer but every action was met with a fearful gaze,flinching and hesitation. Mog was there one more day, laughing with him team mates he had been through so much with and than the next day was gone. The jolteon’s old pokeball had been destroyed over night and the jolteon was nowhere in sight.

Mog became a wanderer of sorts, avoiding humans, honing his new abilities and slowly figuring out how to take care of himself in the wilds. He will eat berries and pokemon. He’s fairly opportunist and will roam into a camp site while people seem to be sleeping.

Mog is most likely gonna get his first run with . He will be on a team of his own, because most are to slow to keep up with him. -he will get a story change when I do the app for that group though.
Mog's belly is much softer then his back, he doesn't mind belly rubs.