Name: Zell
Level: 30
Ability: Intimidate
Moveset: Aerial Ace
Double Team
Quick Attack
Attract
Nature: Naughty
Personality:"What can I say, chicks dig the badass rebellious type~!"Zell is a total delinquent. He's greedy, he's narcissistic, he's smug, he's arrogant, selfish, spiteful, aggressive, and a sore loser, but surprisingly he is not as evil as you may suspect. While it's true Zell is someone who absolutely hates the law, hates overly nice and loving types, being absolutely is against any sort of weakness, he is not one to display such cruel evil desires as many would given his personality.
Zell for one, is an individual who hates others picking on the weak, and is only sated when he is fighting someone of his skill and speed, hating when others beat down or antagonize children, those weaker than himself, he will flow his energy into a darker, more determined state of mind, having to qualms beating the ever paint huffing christ out of people who think it's "cool" to beat up on those who can't fight back.
His narcissistic and overly saturated opinions on himself are displayed with his every feathered flick, smugly raising his head up to display his arrogant superiority, his smug, wide and overly exposed grins and smirks displaying his unyielding confidence and his loud, egotistical tone of voice, his gift to the world in his own eyes.
He is the very definition of the "tough, delinquent badboy", showing no signs of ending his extreme vigilantism. That isn't to say he's always a nice guy. He'll definitely get violent and throw down should you insult his body, his way of life or anything to do with him at all, having caused quite a sum of property damage through his love of destruction and explosive events, loving to fight out in the streets just so he can crack a vase over some punks face always leaves him satisfied.
He is the Chaotic Neutral type of guy, always looking out for himself and his crew. He wants the world to know he is capable of his own strength, capable of supporting himself and being stronger than the rest of the world. He isn't weak, he would tell himself, to support and reflect his own anxieties. There's more to him that meets the exterior...
History:"Just because i'm a punk don't mean i'm a tool! I'l wipe that grin right off your smug **** face!"Zell wasn't born in Medburn, instead he was born further out, in places where a peaceful night sleep and a cosy bed to sleep against is practically a miracle. Throughout his younger life, Zell wasn't the kindest of children, and to escape the depression of his own annihilation, to feel like he had some form of worth, the staraptor brutally pummeled others around him, as well as got pummeled himself, a brutal bring and receive of slashes, punches and kicks.
With education so hard to come by, though did his best to learn as much as he could, yet is still unable to read very well, he isn't exactly the most intelligent literature wise, though when it comes to smelling out the good ones from the bad, he is quite the expert at both this, and street smarts, along with combat. Fighting was something he was forced to be subjected to at a young age, living in such a terrible and lawless society, and is the only thing is properly knows. Without anyone to love him, to he took it into himself that he was the only individual worth loving, that he was the greatest thing on earth because everything else was terrible, and it was his way of coping with a lot of loneliness and depression through his constant struggles.
His ruthless determination sought him to separate the wheat from the chaff, the good from the bad. His sheer desire, that overwhelming confidence plus his unbridled resolve eventually helped others kneel to his side and fight by him, he acquired his own small gang of avians, along with other pokemon, and under his dictatorial, intimidating nature, his astounding tenacity, and plenty of blood, it wasn't long before all chaos finally came to a close, and the last one left standing, was him and the rest of his crew, all opposition destroyed, peace at last, and he was now a top this pedestal of power among the others around him, his arrogance unending, as everyone looked up to him as a savior, he felt himself finally having a lot of self worth, he knew he was great, this was exactly what was suppose to happen.
Growing up with individuals being picked on, Zell desired to crush all of those who would dare strike against him, anyone who would dare hurt weaklings who had no strength and forcibly made those who did fight him to test their true power, each opponent always failing before his skill. The town which he had lived in was always in ruins, which made a good hideout for his remaining posse, though that didn't stop him from expanding, he needed to acquire more power, and that would be through attacking but not killing various carriages like bandits, stealing supplies, overpowering the law, and otherwise, and although they may only be recent, that hasn't stopped the stir of their name being spread around, all they know is that a flying type leads them, and their name...
The Sanguine ZephyrsZell has found himself inside Medburn, his first visit, and has been scoping around the area, looking for fresh blood to recruit, people to pummel, things to destroy, what he didn't realize is that he would he roped up in some form of plot that could change the future for better, or for worse...