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Description

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Name:
Set- he has no last name that he knows of. He just picked it after the Egyptian God of Chaos because he thought it sounded cool.

Age:
200- he’s been around and trapped in a tomb for a very long time. Though he is 200, Set actually has no memory of his age before he was turned into a Yamask, so he can tell you he was reborn and he's 200, but as for those extra years he lost before his death, he has no idea. Unbeknownst to him, he was 32 before he died.

Gender:
Male

Pokémon:
Cofagrigus

Height:
6' 9''

Voice:
Tim Curry- Specifically played as 'The Scorcerer' in Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja - www.behindthevoiceactors.com/t…

Nature:
Impish

Characteristic:
Quick Tempered

Ability:
Mummy- When the user is hit by a contact move, the attacking Pokémon's Ability is turned into Mummy, overwriting the Pokémon's previous Ability.

Job:
Geek/Freak Show
He chases around feral Pokémon and bites the heads off of them.

Faction:
Lune

Wish: If you really can grant wishes…then…I just want this constant pain…to go away. Please, make it stop. I wish this damned mask was gone forever! I don’t want to remember anymore!

All he wanted was to not be racked with painful memories anymore. Ever since he was cursed and turned into a Yamask, his life has gone downhill. When he would look at the mask attached to him, he couldn’t help but cry and sob at the loss of who he once was, doomed forever to be trapped inside a tomb as a terrifying Guardian.
While he could dwell in his memories whenever he wanted, to be forced for them to come up every time he saw that mask would only make him bawl against his will, which he hated tremendously.
So of course, when he came across the Dark Ringmaster, he didn’t hesitate to wish for the mask to disappear so he wouldn’t be forced to remember his life unwillingly anymore. It was a chance to take control of his emotions and only linger in his past when he so desired. He thought it was harmless enough, but he was greatly mistaken.
Like he wished, his mask and entire headdress simply disappeared from his head. Though a little annoyed at first, he was relieved that he could no longer feel his pain anymore. Unfortunately, he discovered that he didn’t just lose his mask but all of his memories before he was turned into a Yamask. Not only did he lose the ability to remember who he once was by force, but now he can’t remember anything about his past AT ALL.
The complete loss of his past life has completely destroyed him on the inside, making him desperate to get those memories again. He agreed to do anything for the Darkrai, and that was to join the Circus. Mr. Dark promised him the return of his memories if he served an unknown number of years. (which is never going to happen)
As a constant suffering, now whenever he looks into his mask-less reflection, he simply keeps his smile and cries harder than he ever did before he was cursed.
If asked, he will say, “I don’t know why I cry, but I do, and the fact that I don’t know what makes me so sad is what’s truly tragic. No?”

Personality:
Set acts very much like an alpha male, more like an animal than anything. Impulsive and instinctual the whole way.

As far as ‘mean’ or ‘nice’ goes, he’s rather sporadic. Basically, Set is always grumpy and always angry, and he only gets upset or emotional if he sees his reflection or if he comes across something familiar to him. He doesn't really trust others as the man's obviously had bad experiences with them in the past, at least what he can remember of it. Just stay out of his way if he's giving you an evil-eye.
Also, if he deems the ‘crime’ you committed against him as too great he’ll most likely never forgive you. Honestly, the only times that Set seems to be remotely happy is when he's either alone, or when he's causing trouble for others be it juvenile pranks or a struggle.

Basically, most of the time, he has no rules, he has no boundaries, on how he behaves or talks to you. The only form of 'restraint' he might have is his fear for Mr. Dark, which keeps him from completely acting like a wild animal. Everything else is free game.

Now to say, it's not IMPOSSIBLE to teach him to be humane otherwise, get along with, or to behave around others. You have to be very stubborn, and very strong willed, to tolerate his behavior and teach him better. It will take time.

For his Full Personality and it's Pros and Cons go here since it was too long to put here- sta.sh/0jsv1fi2p87

History:
Set was once a Castform named Elijah Horan, born in Accumula town in Unova. He was married to a beautiful Florges named Edith and had two daughters, Fiona and Edelweiss. He was a curious Archeologist that had an insatiable thirst for knowledge of the unknown and strange. Elijah became quite famous in the Unova Region for his breakthroughs in discovery, specifically revolving around Egyptian tombs. Though he was successful, Edith constantly worried about his safety for exploring these places all on his own, not to mention he'd be gone for long amounts of time. To give him something to remember her by, she gave her husband a long braided lock of her beautiful blue hair. It smelled of grass and flowers just like she did, and he would keep it close to him whenever he would start to miss her while he was away. He considered it like his good luck charm and kept it on his person at all times.

At some point in his life time though, his luck ran out. He came across a specific tomb that was rumored to be cursed. Unfortunately, when he was inspecting a chamber, he fell through an unstable floor.
When he came to, he found himself as a Yamask with a golden mask already on his face. The mask represented his face from when he was alive, and when he would gaze upon it his memories of his life as a Castform would strike him instantly. As a result, all he could do was cry. As a Yamask, he was cursed to live in and protect the tomb. He tried to leave on his own, but whenever he left the crypt’s gates for too long he felt an overwhelming urge to go back sooner or later in time. Though he tried with all his might to stay away, he couldn’t resist the compulsion to remain there and protect the tomb’s treasures with what was left of his life.
Years passed and in time, he managed to evolve into a Cofagrigus, and with it came more woe. When he evolved, everything only got worse. His mask moved up to the center of his forehead as a part of his moveable headdress, permanently fused to his skull. So now whenever he so much as looked into his reflection, he would break down and cry no matter his current mood as he was forced to remember the home and family he left behind. While normally your reflection would be easy to avoid, try avoiding it when you’re constantly surrounded by shiny, reflective, treasure.
Even worse, now he craved an appetite, and that was a love of gold. Not only would he devour it, but he greedily coveted it all hours of the day. He would be there, never sleeping and watching over the treasure as if it was his own, which in his mind it was. The urge to stay also became stronger, but he didn’t much care about that at this point.
True to his nature, he continued to protect the tomb more vigorously than ever. Before as a Yamask, he would simply attack or frighten off thieves and tomb robbers that came across his abode. As a Cofagrigus though, he would attack to kill and mummify the remains. Sometimes when he'd require better sustenance, he'd devour Ferals around the tomb. Most of the time, it was gold or maybe any other precious metals if gold wasn't available to him at the exact moment.
Most of the time, if someone just so happened to stumble across his tomb out of mere curiosity and weren’t intending to steal, all he’d do was scare them off. He could see a thief a mile away just by looking at that familiar greed in their eyes, so he’d know whether or not someone was going to steal from him. Scaring them off tended to work most of the time, so thankfully he didn't have to mummify all of those foolish enough to come in. Those he had to kill though...his temper would take over and his kills certainly were far crueler than they should have been.

While those that were simply exploring would get no damage except some emotional scarring and wet pants, Arceus help those that intend to rob Set. They were the ones that are never seen again.
Despite many attempts to control himself, his appetite and greed for gold was a bottomless pit that could never be sated, and over the years his urges just seemed to grow and grow. Just like his cravings, his sorrow also seemed to increase. The longer he stayed there, the more pain his memories started to give him. It was at a point years later that it was beginning to drive him to madness, caught forever in an aggressive tug-of-war with his emotions. He hated what he was and where he was. However, he also couldn’t resist the need to stop and/or mummify intruders as well as stop his love for gold.

These thoughts would often clash with one another and drive him to anguish.

However, isolation does crazy things to people, and Set was no different. Eventually, so much time passed he finally gave up on woe and just completely shut out his feelings of sadness, instead trying to cope as best as he could. Emotionally, he just delved into his anger and rage, using it to hide the pain of his loss.
In a twisted way, being angry with the world around him would actually work and help him feel better, lying to himself that it wasn't his fault he was cursed with such a fate. On top of all of that, he slowly started to prefer being alone and away from the world. Of course except when he’d look at his reflection. Then his somewhat good mood would always come crashing back down. Mix all of this with an outrageous temper and you’ve got a ghost that shouldn’t be trifled with.
This roller coaster of highs and lows went on for a long time. He would flip flop from between anger and pain and sadness, unable to stop this torment no matter what he did. Even so, he still had just an inkling of regret and just HAD to try an escape. It didn't work too well most of the time. Almost every time he'd try, he'd leave for only a few days before he was drawn back. At most, if he was lucky, he'd leave for months and the tomb would drag him back. He would try to get close to cities or the other strange towns that society had created. Each time, he either chickened out from getting too close and stayed on the outskirts, or he'd sneak around in the shadows and avoid coming into contact with most people, just staring at the strange contraptions that came around nowadays. He made several trips like this, each time being fascinated with the new world but it was always stifled because of his need to go back to the tomb or his fear of trying to fit in this new and strange society. Not to mention, he had a building mistrust of the other 'mons around him, remembering how so many had tried to kill and steal from him.
One day, he gathered the courage to leave his tomb yet again. It had been at least 20 years since he had done so, why not? Despite the urge already nagging him to STAY in the crypt, he resisted it as best he could and rushed outside to push those feelings to the back of his mind.
Yet again, the Pokemon traveled across the desert into the distant lights of the Unovan city that had developed over so long. This time he decided to sneak around instead of staying to the outskirts. Just like his other visits, he stuck to the shadows and watched the people from afar, watching the commoners talk and interact with one another, eating a treat he wasn't familiar with or talking about something he didn't care about. It was really watching the evolution of the place and the people that interested him if anything. A tiny part of him wondered if he COULD ever be a part of it again?
He managed to remain hidden among the people for another month, living off of the food he'd scare off of people. Nothing compared to gold, but he had to do something to sate his hunger, and he wasn't about to start eating people, even if they are nothing but sacks of meat to him. No, he may be many things, but he wasn't that much of a monster.

In time, he overheard talk from others about something coming to town in a few days. A Circus is what they called it.

Upon hearing this, he had to think for a moment, whispering to himself, “Circus?” he hadn’t heard that word before, not even before he was reborn. What was that? Was it a gathering? A social event that these people talked about so much? While he had spied on them occasionally, he had never once heard of a 'party' being called a Circus.
Despite it all being so confusing for him, the man was vaguely intrigued. What made it so special? What kind of people were there? Well, he might as well go see while he could, because he started to have that urge to go back to his tomb again. He wouldn't be able to stay very long, he should at least see it before he went back. Who knows when he'd have the chance again?
So when the Circus came to town a few nights later, the Cofagrigus snuck into it among the several patrons visiting and stalked around the grounds for a while. It actually wasn't any kind of social gathering he'd seen before...nor something he really wanted to be a part of. Awful smells, gawdy colors, bright lights, why the hell had he wanted to check it out again? While wandering around, he was too distracted by his surroundings to pay attention to where he was going. By accident, he roughly bumped into another man. The Pokemon jerked and turned, seeing a strange dark figure standing before him.

It was a lone Darkrai.

The other man stumbled a little before turning to face the Cofagrigus. At first he had a slightly annoyed expression, but soon it turned into a wide and even kind of creepy smile up at Set. He didn't see intimidated by him or bewildered in the slightest. Instead, he stared at Set like he was his best friend, which already disturbed Set as he hadn't seen that expression in a VERY long time.
He shook himself out of his confusion and instead bared his teeth, angry that the man had the audacity to bump into HIM and acting like it was all his fault, "Watch it!" he snapped none too politely, pushing the Darkrai aside and starting to walk away.
He wanted to get away from him and this strange place, he had to get away from the stranger's eyes that held no greed or fear in them or really much of anything, and that was unnerving to the Cofagrigus. People were predictably greedy or cowardly in his eyes, and to have one that wasn’t was very wrong, even to him.

Oddly, the Darkrai wasn't angered in the slightest. In fact, he simply gave him a wicked smile, completely calm, as he passed and said, “My my, such anger, such hatred, when all I did was bump into you?”

The other Pokémon got pissed off that this man tried to interact with him when it was CLEAR he didn't want to talk. Set turned around to him, hunching his shoulders and towering over the Darkrai with an evil glint in his eyes, “Shut up and leave me alone if you know what's good for you. These teeth can bite through any metal, don't make me use them on your throat, stranger."

The Darkrai still remained unafraid, even going so far as to pucker his lips in a false pout, "Tsk tsk, yes you're quite a frustrated and angry man." Set growled and Mr. Dark raised his hands up, "But ah, I am forgetting my manners. I am Mr. Dark, owner of this fine Circus you find yourself in tonight. At your service."

“If so, then LEAVE ME ALONE!" Set demanded, getting angrier by the second.

The Darkrai gave him and unsettling smile and no regard for his threat, continuing, “And yet you still come off as so hostile. It appears you need just a bit of happiness in your sad life, hmmn? Well, I can remedy that." Set's expression changed to confused for a moment, making the Darkrai's smile grow, "I can grant you wishes. Anything you so desire.”

"Happiness? Wishes...? Are you serious?" the Cofagrigus growled.

Mr. Dark cocked his head at him almost innocently, "Oh, I'm very serious. I can grant you just about anything. What is it YOU'D like, if I may ask? What would make that poor soul of yours feel...heh...alive again?"

Set stood there for a long time, contemplating what he was being told. Honestly his words enticed the curious and desperate ghost. He stared dead on at Mr. Dark. Despite the risks, if what he said was true…then…would he be free? Finally? After all these years? The offer was just too good to refuse without even trying.
So...with a cry, he wished, "If you really can grant wishes…then…I just want this constant pain…to go away. Please, make it stop. I wish this damned mask was gone forever! I don’t want to remember anymore!"

The Darkrai smiled, and with a snap of his fingers, he sneered and stated, "It is done..."

Likes:
-Gold or other Precious Metals. The more pure the better.
-Meat (preferably bloody and raw. He wont eat it if it's not fresh)
-Sparkly or Shiny things like jewels and baubles (so long as it's not a large reflective surface)
-Sour Flavors
-Sweet Flavors (only as long as it's not TOO sweet)
-Pranks/Mischief
-Chaos/Violence/Fear (directed towards his enemies or victims only)
-Women with ample figures (he sees it as a sign of fertility, and that's attractive to him)
-Soft Things
-Grass Types and Fairy Types(He seems to have an odd 'thing' for Grass and Fairy Types, especially if they have flowers on them or smell like them)
-Strong-Willed/stubborn people
-Flowers/The Scent of Flowers

Dislikes:

-Thieves (HE HATES THIEVES. Do not even JOKE about stealing/taking something from him if you want to keep your arms)
-Emotional Pain (He doesn't really care so much about mental or physical agony)
-Impure/Cheap Metal
-Sudden sharp bright lights
-Candy
-Dark Pokemon/Dark Attacks
-Being reminded of his Curse
-Mirrors/Reflective Surfaces
-Crying (Whether he is doing it or someone else is)
-Being touched (Just...just don't touch him)
-Being controlled
-Mr. Dark
-Dry Flavors
-Being toyed with/physically teased (especially when it comes to tickling...)
-Himself

Move set

Hex
Scary Face
Ominous Wind
Willow Wisp

Extra Info:

-Despite being a Cofagrigus, he is unable to have control over the bandages on his body, therefore unable to efficiently mummify others anymore. Mr. Dark took this ability away when Set decided to try and mummify a rowdy customer shortly after joining...
-He always wears his golden chest piece under his clothes, as it was once a part of his headress. It's only visible durring his shows when he actually displays the item.
-Set can not remember anything from his past, not even flashes. However, if he comes across something that SPARKS some kind of familiarity, a taste, a scent, something that is somehow nostalgic, he covets it like crazy be it person or item.
-Even though he is strong and full of himself, don't be mistaken. He fears Mr. Dark and he will obey him no matter how much anger he has at being controlled. Don't expect him to ever admit how loyal a dog he is to the Darkrai.
-He has the ability to retract and extend his arms from his body in any manner, so he may have two out at once, or only one, or all four, or none at all. Sometimes, he even uses them to walk around faster or pick himself up high into the air. However, doing all of this does drain his energy so he can't summon all four of them for very long, so most of the time he walks about the grounds 'armless'.
-If you want to get him to do something, just bribe him with either gold or sour berries or meat.
-Be careful if you have gold on you. He can smell it a mile away and he might lose control and try to take it from you.
-Because he can't blink, his eyes 'dim' in their glow when he is unconscious or asleep. If they get dry, his eyes tear up at times to lubricate it.
-He has a very long tongue as rough as sandpaper.
-Being a Cofagrigus, because he consumes metal his teeth are like sharp diamonds that never chip or break and can bite through any metal. His saliva is also acidic to metal to make it easier to eat and swallow. Even so, he's very picky on the metals he eats and only settles for Copper or Iron if he absolutely has to.
-In his room, he has had his mirror completely removed for obvious reasons and though he has a bed, he prefers to sleep under it with his arms folded like he's in a Sarcophagus.
-He's in good shape and he has strong legs from running around/chasing things a lot. His four shadowy arms are his primary sources of strength, making him able to grab and tear things apart quite easy. He's no strongman, but he is a force to be reckoned with as it would hurt like hell to be struck by those powerful arms. They are also able to reach quite a distance, though not infinite, and if his arms are pressured too much in either being stretched or have too much weight placed on them, the heavy object will either fall right through or his arms might disappear altogether until he summons them again.
-He has no feelings in his arms as they are just basically shadowy psychic extensions of himself, making it possible for you to touch him or him to touch you even if they are just shadows.
-His abdomen is hollow on the inside and can be opened up like a chest.
-Secretly, Set is VERY TICKLISH on his stomach, especially around where his navel would be if he had a belly button. If you manage to find this out and start rubbing his belly, it practically renders him powerless and he's just going to glare and curse at you to stop touching him, because he doesn't know if he likes it or not. If you remove your hand, you better move fast because if he recovers and catches you, you're dead meat.
-Set has a lock of dark blue hair that he carries around with him and it smells of flowers. It's his most prized possession, despite him not remembering what it is or what it is for. He just knows that it's important to him somehow and he just can't get rid of it. Do not EVER take this lock of hair away from him or you will be sorry.

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Description

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Name:
Set- he has no last name that he knows of. He just picked it after the Egyptian God of Chaos because he thought it sounded cool.

Age:
200- he’s been around and trapped in a tomb for a very long time. Though he is 200, Set actually has no memory of his age before he was turned into a Yamask, so he can tell you he was reborn and he's 200, but as for those extra years he lost before his death, he has no idea. Unbeknownst to him, he was 32 before he died.

Gender:
Male

Pokémon:
Cofagrigus

Height:
6' 9''

Voice:
Tim Curry- Specifically played as 'The Scorcerer' in Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja - www.behindthevoiceactors.com/t…

Nature:
Impish

Characteristic:
Quick Tempered

Ability:
Mummy- When the user is hit by a contact move, the attacking Pokémon's Ability is turned into Mummy, overwriting the Pokémon's previous Ability.

Job:
Geek/Freak Show
He chases around feral Pokémon and bites the heads off of them.

Faction:
Lune

Wish: If you really can grant wishes…then…I just want this constant pain…to go away. Please, make it stop. I wish this damned mask was gone forever! I don’t want to remember anymore!

All he wanted was to not be racked with painful memories anymore. Ever since he was cursed and turned into a Yamask, his life has gone downhill. When he would look at the mask attached to him, he couldn’t help but cry and sob at the loss of who he once was, doomed forever to be trapped inside a tomb as a terrifying Guardian.
While he could dwell in his memories whenever he wanted, to be forced for them to come up every time he saw that mask would only make him bawl against his will, which he hated tremendously.
So of course, when he came across the Dark Ringmaster, he didn’t hesitate to wish for the mask to disappear so he wouldn’t be forced to remember his life unwillingly anymore. It was a chance to take control of his emotions and only linger in his past when he so desired. He thought it was harmless enough, but he was greatly mistaken.
Like he wished, his mask and entire headdress simply disappeared from his head. Though a little annoyed at first, he was relieved that he could no longer feel his pain anymore. Unfortunately, he discovered that he didn’t just lose his mask but all of his memories before he was turned into a Yamask. Not only did he lose the ability to remember who he once was by force, but now he can’t remember anything about his past AT ALL.
The complete loss of his past life has completely destroyed him on the inside, making him desperate to get those memories again. He agreed to do anything for the Darkrai, and that was to join the Circus. Mr. Dark promised him the return of his memories if he served an unknown number of years. (which is never going to happen)
As a constant suffering, now whenever he looks into his mask-less reflection, he simply keeps his smile and cries harder than he ever did before he was cursed.
If asked, he will say, “I don’t know why I cry, but I do, and the fact that I don’t know what makes me so sad is what’s truly tragic. No?”

Personality:
Set acts very much like an alpha male, more like an animal than anything. Impulsive and instinctual the whole way.

As far as ‘mean’ or ‘nice’ goes, he’s rather sporadic. Basically, Set is always grumpy and always angry, and he only gets upset or emotional if he sees his reflection or if he comes across something familiar to him. He doesn't really trust others as the man's obviously had bad experiences with them in the past, at least what he can remember of it. Just stay out of his way if he's giving you an evil-eye.
Also, if he deems the ‘crime’ you committed against him as too great he’ll most likely never forgive you. Honestly, the only times that Set seems to be remotely happy is when he's either alone, or when he's causing trouble for others be it juvenile pranks or a struggle.

Basically, most of the time, he has no rules, he has no boundaries, on how he behaves or talks to you. The only form of 'restraint' he might have is his fear for Mr. Dark, which keeps him from completely acting like a wild animal. Everything else is free game.

Now to say, it's not IMPOSSIBLE to teach him to be humane otherwise, get along with, or to behave around others. You have to be very stubborn, and very strong willed, to tolerate his behavior and teach him better. It will take time.

For his Full Personality and it's Pros and Cons go here since it was too long to put here- sta.sh/0jsv1fi2p87

History:
Set was once a Castform named Elijah Horan, born in Accumula town in Unova. He was married to a beautiful Florges named Edith and had two daughters, Fiona and Edelweiss. He was a curious Archeologist that had an insatiable thirst for knowledge of the unknown and strange. Elijah became quite famous in the Unova Region for his breakthroughs in discovery, specifically revolving around Egyptian tombs. Though he was successful, Edith constantly worried about his safety for exploring these places all on his own, not to mention he'd be gone for long amounts of time. To give him something to remember her by, she gave her husband a long braided lock of her beautiful blue hair. It smelled of grass and flowers just like she did, and he would keep it close to him whenever he would start to miss her while he was away. He considered it like his good luck charm and kept it on his person at all times.

At some point in his life time though, his luck ran out. He came across a specific tomb that was rumored to be cursed. Unfortunately, when he was inspecting a chamber, he fell through an unstable floor.
When he came to, he found himself as a Yamask with a golden mask already on his face. The mask represented his face from when he was alive, and when he would gaze upon it his memories of his life as a Castform would strike him instantly. As a result, all he could do was cry. As a Yamask, he was cursed to live in and protect the tomb. He tried to leave on his own, but whenever he left the crypt’s gates for too long he felt an overwhelming urge to go back sooner or later in time. Though he tried with all his might to stay away, he couldn’t resist the compulsion to remain there and protect the tomb’s treasures with what was left of his life.
Years passed and in time, he managed to evolve into a Cofagrigus, and with it came more woe. When he evolved, everything only got worse. His mask moved up to the center of his forehead as a part of his moveable headdress, permanently fused to his skull. So now whenever he so much as looked into his reflection, he would break down and cry no matter his current mood as he was forced to remember the home and family he left behind. While normally your reflection would be easy to avoid, try avoiding it when you’re constantly surrounded by shiny, reflective, treasure.
Even worse, now he craved an appetite, and that was a love of gold. Not only would he devour it, but he greedily coveted it all hours of the day. He would be there, never sleeping and watching over the treasure as if it was his own, which in his mind it was. The urge to stay also became stronger, but he didn’t much care about that at this point.
True to his nature, he continued to protect the tomb more vigorously than ever. Before as a Yamask, he would simply attack or frighten off thieves and tomb robbers that came across his abode. As a Cofagrigus though, he would attack to kill and mummify the remains. Sometimes when he'd require better sustenance, he'd devour Ferals around the tomb. Most of the time, it was gold or maybe any other precious metals if gold wasn't available to him at the exact moment.
Most of the time, if someone just so happened to stumble across his tomb out of mere curiosity and weren’t intending to steal, all he’d do was scare them off. He could see a thief a mile away just by looking at that familiar greed in their eyes, so he’d know whether or not someone was going to steal from him. Scaring them off tended to work most of the time, so thankfully he didn't have to mummify all of those foolish enough to come in. Those he had to kill though...his temper would take over and his kills certainly were far crueler than they should have been.

While those that were simply exploring would get no damage except some emotional scarring and wet pants, Arceus help those that intend to rob Set. They were the ones that are never seen again.
Despite many attempts to control himself, his appetite and greed for gold was a bottomless pit that could never be sated, and over the years his urges just seemed to grow and grow. Just like his cravings, his sorrow also seemed to increase. The longer he stayed there, the more pain his memories started to give him. It was at a point years later that it was beginning to drive him to madness, caught forever in an aggressive tug-of-war with his emotions. He hated what he was and where he was. However, he also couldn’t resist the need to stop and/or mummify intruders as well as stop his love for gold.

These thoughts would often clash with one another and drive him to anguish.

However, isolation does crazy things to people, and Set was no different. Eventually, so much time passed he finally gave up on woe and just completely shut out his feelings of sadness, instead trying to cope as best as he could. Emotionally, he just delved into his anger and rage, using it to hide the pain of his loss.
In a twisted way, being angry with the world around him would actually work and help him feel better, lying to himself that it wasn't his fault he was cursed with such a fate. On top of all of that, he slowly started to prefer being alone and away from the world. Of course except when he’d look at his reflection. Then his somewhat good mood would always come crashing back down. Mix all of this with an outrageous temper and you’ve got a ghost that shouldn’t be trifled with.
This roller coaster of highs and lows went on for a long time. He would flip flop from between anger and pain and sadness, unable to stop this torment no matter what he did. Even so, he still had just an inkling of regret and just HAD to try an escape. It didn't work too well most of the time. Almost every time he'd try, he'd leave for only a few days before he was drawn back. At most, if he was lucky, he'd leave for months and the tomb would drag him back. He would try to get close to cities or the other strange towns that society had created. Each time, he either chickened out from getting too close and stayed on the outskirts, or he'd sneak around in the shadows and avoid coming into contact with most people, just staring at the strange contraptions that came around nowadays. He made several trips like this, each time being fascinated with the new world but it was always stifled because of his need to go back to the tomb or his fear of trying to fit in this new and strange society. Not to mention, he had a building mistrust of the other 'mons around him, remembering how so many had tried to kill and steal from him.
One day, he gathered the courage to leave his tomb yet again. It had been at least 20 years since he had done so, why not? Despite the urge already nagging him to STAY in the crypt, he resisted it as best he could and rushed outside to push those feelings to the back of his mind.
Yet again, the Pokemon traveled across the desert into the distant lights of the Unovan city that had developed over so long. This time he decided to sneak around instead of staying to the outskirts. Just like his other visits, he stuck to the shadows and watched the people from afar, watching the commoners talk and interact with one another, eating a treat he wasn't familiar with or talking about something he didn't care about. It was really watching the evolution of the place and the people that interested him if anything. A tiny part of him wondered if he COULD ever be a part of it again?
He managed to remain hidden among the people for another month, living off of the food he'd scare off of people. Nothing compared to gold, but he had to do something to sate his hunger, and he wasn't about to start eating people, even if they are nothing but sacks of meat to him. No, he may be many things, but he wasn't that much of a monster.

In time, he overheard talk from others about something coming to town in a few days. A Circus is what they called it.

Upon hearing this, he had to think for a moment, whispering to himself, “Circus?” he hadn’t heard that word before, not even before he was reborn. What was that? Was it a gathering? A social event that these people talked about so much? While he had spied on them occasionally, he had never once heard of a 'party' being called a Circus.
Despite it all being so confusing for him, the man was vaguely intrigued. What made it so special? What kind of people were there? Well, he might as well go see while he could, because he started to have that urge to go back to his tomb again. He wouldn't be able to stay very long, he should at least see it before he went back. Who knows when he'd have the chance again?
So when the Circus came to town a few nights later, the Cofagrigus snuck into it among the several patrons visiting and stalked around the grounds for a while. It actually wasn't any kind of social gathering he'd seen before...nor something he really wanted to be a part of. Awful smells, gawdy colors, bright lights, why the hell had he wanted to check it out again? While wandering around, he was too distracted by his surroundings to pay attention to where he was going. By accident, he roughly bumped into another man. The Pokemon jerked and turned, seeing a strange dark figure standing before him.

It was a lone Darkrai.

The other man stumbled a little before turning to face the Cofagrigus. At first he had a slightly annoyed expression, but soon it turned into a wide and even kind of creepy smile up at Set. He didn't see intimidated by him or bewildered in the slightest. Instead, he stared at Set like he was his best friend, which already disturbed Set as he hadn't seen that expression in a VERY long time.
He shook himself out of his confusion and instead bared his teeth, angry that the man had the audacity to bump into HIM and acting like it was all his fault, "Watch it!" he snapped none too politely, pushing the Darkrai aside and starting to walk away.
He wanted to get away from him and this strange place, he had to get away from the stranger's eyes that held no greed or fear in them or really much of anything, and that was unnerving to the Cofagrigus. People were predictably greedy or cowardly in his eyes, and to have one that wasn’t was very wrong, even to him.

Oddly, the Darkrai wasn't angered in the slightest. In fact, he simply gave him a wicked smile, completely calm, as he passed and said, “My my, such anger, such hatred, when all I did was bump into you?”

The other Pokémon got pissed off that this man tried to interact with him when it was CLEAR he didn't want to talk. Set turned around to him, hunching his shoulders and towering over the Darkrai with an evil glint in his eyes, “Shut up and leave me alone if you know what's good for you. These teeth can bite through any metal, don't make me use them on your throat, stranger."

The Darkrai still remained unafraid, even going so far as to pucker his lips in a false pout, "Tsk tsk, yes you're quite a frustrated and angry man." Set growled and Mr. Dark raised his hands up, "But ah, I am forgetting my manners. I am Mr. Dark, owner of this fine Circus you find yourself in tonight. At your service."

“If so, then LEAVE ME ALONE!" Set demanded, getting angrier by the second.

The Darkrai gave him and unsettling smile and no regard for his threat, continuing, “And yet you still come off as so hostile. It appears you need just a bit of happiness in your sad life, hmmn? Well, I can remedy that." Set's expression changed to confused for a moment, making the Darkrai's smile grow, "I can grant you wishes. Anything you so desire.”

"Happiness? Wishes...? Are you serious?" the Cofagrigus growled.

Mr. Dark cocked his head at him almost innocently, "Oh, I'm very serious. I can grant you just about anything. What is it YOU'D like, if I may ask? What would make that poor soul of yours feel...heh...alive again?"

Set stood there for a long time, contemplating what he was being told. Honestly his words enticed the curious and desperate ghost. He stared dead on at Mr. Dark. Despite the risks, if what he said was true…then…would he be free? Finally? After all these years? The offer was just too good to refuse without even trying.
So...with a cry, he wished, "If you really can grant wishes…then…I just want this constant pain…to go away. Please, make it stop. I wish this damned mask was gone forever! I don’t want to remember anymore!"

The Darkrai smiled, and with a snap of his fingers, he sneered and stated, "It is done..."

Likes:
-Gold or other Precious Metals. The more pure the better.
-Meat (preferably bloody and raw. He wont eat it if it's not fresh)
-Sparkly or Shiny things like jewels and baubles (so long as it's not a large reflective surface)
-Sour Flavors
-Sweet Flavors (only as long as it's not TOO sweet)
-Pranks/Mischief
-Chaos/Violence/Fear (directed towards his enemies or victims only)
-Women with ample figures (he sees it as a sign of fertility, and that's attractive to him)
-Soft Things
-Grass Types and Fairy Types(He seems to have an odd 'thing' for Grass and Fairy Types, especially if they have flowers on them or smell like them)
-Strong-Willed/stubborn people
-Flowers/The Scent of Flowers

Dislikes:

-Thieves (HE HATES THIEVES. Do not even JOKE about stealing/taking something from him if you want to keep your arms)
-Emotional Pain (He doesn't really care so much about mental or physical agony)
-Impure/Cheap Metal
-Sudden sharp bright lights
-Candy
-Dark Pokemon/Dark Attacks
-Being reminded of his Curse
-Mirrors/Reflective Surfaces
-Crying (Whether he is doing it or someone else is)
-Being touched (Just...just don't touch him)
-Being controlled
-Mr. Dark
-Dry Flavors
-Being toyed with/physically teased (especially when it comes to tickling...)
-Himself

Move set

Hex
Scary Face
Ominous Wind
Willow Wisp

Extra Info:

-Despite being a Cofagrigus, he is unable to have control over the bandages on his body, therefore unable to efficiently mummify others anymore. Mr. Dark took this ability away when Set decided to try and mummify a rowdy customer shortly after joining...
-He always wears his golden chest piece under his clothes, as it was once a part of his headress. It's only visible durring his shows when he actually displays the item.
-Set can not remember anything from his past, not even flashes. However, if he comes across something that SPARKS some kind of familiarity, a taste, a scent, something that is somehow nostalgic, he covets it like crazy be it person or item.
-Even though he is strong and full of himself, don't be mistaken. He fears Mr. Dark and he will obey him no matter how much anger he has at being controlled. Don't expect him to ever admit how loyal a dog he is to the Darkrai.
-He has the ability to retract and extend his arms from his body in any manner, so he may have two out at once, or only one, or all four, or none at all. Sometimes, he even uses them to walk around faster or pick himself up high into the air. However, doing all of this does drain his energy so he can't summon all four of them for very long, so most of the time he walks about the grounds 'armless'.
-If you want to get him to do something, just bribe him with either gold or sour berries or meat.
-Be careful if you have gold on you. He can smell it a mile away and he might lose control and try to take it from you.
-Because he can't blink, his eyes 'dim' in their glow when he is unconscious or asleep. If they get dry, his eyes tear up at times to lubricate it.
-He has a very long tongue as rough as sandpaper.
-Being a Cofagrigus, because he consumes metal his teeth are like sharp diamonds that never chip or break and can bite through any metal. His saliva is also acidic to metal to make it easier to eat and swallow. Even so, he's very picky on the metals he eats and only settles for Copper or Iron if he absolutely has to.
-In his room, he has had his mirror completely removed for obvious reasons and though he has a bed, he prefers to sleep under it with his arms folded like he's in a Sarcophagus.
-He's in good shape and he has strong legs from running around/chasing things a lot. His four shadowy arms are his primary sources of strength, making him able to grab and tear things apart quite easy. He's no strongman, but he is a force to be reckoned with as it would hurt like hell to be struck by those powerful arms. They are also able to reach quite a distance, though not infinite, and if his arms are pressured too much in either being stretched or have too much weight placed on them, the heavy object will either fall right through or his arms might disappear altogether until he summons them again.
-He has no feelings in his arms as they are just basically shadowy psychic extensions of himself, making it possible for you to touch him or him to touch you even if they are just shadows.
-His abdomen is hollow on the inside and can be opened up like a chest.
-Secretly, Set is VERY TICKLISH on his stomach, especially around where his navel would be if he had a belly button. If you manage to find this out and start rubbing his belly, it practically renders him powerless and he's just going to glare and curse at you to stop touching him, because he doesn't know if he likes it or not. If you remove your hand, you better move fast because if he recovers and catches you, you're dead meat.
-Set has a lock of dark blue hair that he carries around with him and it smells of flowers. It's his most prized possession, despite him not remembering what it is or what it is for. He just knows that it's important to him somehow and he just can't get rid of it. Do not EVER take this lock of hair away from him or you will be sorry.

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