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Name: Baby
Tribal Name: Sweet Terror
Age: 20

Job: Farmer
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Bewear
Birth Season: Fall
Height: 6'6"
Ability: Fluffy
Nature: Naive
Characteristic: Impetuous and Silly
Moveset:
Work-up [Status - 1 PP]
The user is roused, and its Attack and Sp. Atk stats increase.
Attract [Status - 1 PP]
If it is the opposite gender of the user, the target becomes infatuated and less likely to attack.
Payback [Physical - 50 Power - 1 PP]
The user stores power, then attacks. If the user moves after the target, this attack's power will be doubled.
Thrash [Physical - 120 Power - 3 PP]
The user rampages and attacks for two to three turns. The user then becomes confused.
Stats:
HP: 15
ATK: 100
DEF: 5
PP: 7
Personality:
Hard Working | Happy Go Lucky | Playful
Baby is a very friendly and social woman, though in her past she was very timid and demure, nothing stops her from going around and trying to make small talk with her fellow Valha-rians. You will see her humming a happy tune, skipping and running around. She has a sweet voice that only enhances everyone's first view of her as innocent and pure. She is very playful and a bit immature at times. However, she is very hard working and responsible when it comes down to it. She loves her job as a farmer and puts her all into every moment of it.
Clingy | Dim Witted | GluttonousHer lack of affection on the receiving end ever since her evolution has made her very clingy to those that don't mind a few broken bones and frequent visits to the medic. Not only that, she forgets to control her strength and is very forgettful about it. She is not the smartest tool in the shed, and can be easily manipulated. Not to mention, be plain dumb in topics of love, and other common things of the like. That's not all, as you can already see Baby is a rather curvy girl and if not for her constant work in the mountain fields she would be one of the chunkiest Valha members in the tribe. She will not stop eating until her hunger for sweets has been satisfied. Bakers and cooks alike, bewear!

Weapon: Scythe
History:
"Every day, every minute, every second, we grow."

A soothing voice seemed to wash over the curled figure, her pink hair floating and shimmering as if she were underwater.

This voice... It's my mentor's...

The woman's eyes began to slowly open, though she did not move. She felt as if she were in a daze, eyes unfocused.

"Even the smallest acorn can become a great oak."

The mentor's voice echoed again, causing Baby to look up, mouth slightly a gap.

This was my first lesson as a Farmer. My mentor, they told me something... I didn't understand then. But I understand now.

The Bewear lowered her head back to her knees that were pushed against her chest, smiling.

My mother... when she was my age so was so strong, so pretty. She was a Pangoro, she was a symbol of our Tribe and honored as such especially when she chose to become a Warrior. She fell in love. With a man of no shame or interest in Love. He was a Dancer, an exotic Entertainer. Many believe my father had never been born in the land of Valha, but in Equa for his slender frame and acrobatic style. Not to mention his rather flashy fashion sense.

Still, she loved him. Many were shocked to see that my mother had tried to court the man, even went out of her way to try and impress him with her strength. She knew nothing else to try to win his heart. My father told my mother that he had no need for her strength, or her love. Pride and heart shattered she challenged him to a fight. He agreed of course, he was a Valha-rian! No good man of Valha would dare to turn down a challenge, especially one from a woman.

The fight didn't last, in a blink of an eye the Tribe of Valha watched their Symbol get thrown and beat into the ground mercilessly. Everyone had been shocked by the turn of events. An Entertainer had beaten a Warrior. It was quite the uproar really. They had truly seen my father's dark nature that day, so did my mother.

Surprisingly enough, she could not let go of this ache in her heart as she staggered to stand before him and look up to him. She still loved him. Only my mother and father knew what they had felt when their gaze locked together. Passion, acceptance, fear and overpowering hate?

No, it was love. I just know it.

After that day, my father stayed by my mother's side, fetching her things and giving into her every whim as if she were his Queen as she recovered from their battle. Needless to say my mother was happy. Many of the other men were unsatisfied with the arrangement of things, though any angry voices that bellowed were soon snuffed out.

Why? Me of course!

I was born the day the leaves had began to fall, the plants started to fall into hibernation. Though, it didn't take long for the Tribe to see my faults. I was terribly shy, timid, and cowardly. When the other children wanted to play and fight, I was the weakest of the group and often the target. I didn't like to play with the other little boys and girls. They made me cry so many times. They were mean. The tribe did not like that I wasn't anything like my parents. I could tell by the looks some of the adults gave me. Pity, I could hear it in their sighs, the sharp click of their tongues, the look in their eyes.

I tried very hard to become like my mother and father. When I tried to be a Warrior, the other apprentices bullied me and I did not get any stronger. After that I tired to be a Dancer, like Papa. I ended up twisting my ankle, twirling around with a heavy sword. I was just trying to look like Papa... I felt like I wasn't getting anywhere in my progress to find out what I could do to stop those looks. I don't like pity...

One day, I came across an older Tribe Member. Many of the others joked and teased the elder too. They thought being a farmer was a waste of time since the mountain earth was too hard for anyone to till and grow a prosperous and plentiful field. The calm and aloof expression that the Elder wore turned into a friendly smile, insulting the 'brats' for their narrow-mindedness. Afterwards explaining how important it was for the members of the Tribe to consume produce that they grew in the fields and not just meat from the hunts. After the others left I snuck in behind the Elder and asked if they could tell me more about Farming.

From that day forwards, I set my sights on being a Farmer.

I learned faster as a Farmer than as a Warrior and an Entertainer. When my Mentor gave me a small part of their land one Spring, I started to grow a Pecha Berry plant. Everyday I would come to weed it, water it, talk to it until dusk. The seed was shy, like me! I had come back one day to see a small lump in the dirt, I excitedly ran to tell my Mentor and when we came back we found a little sapling in the seed's place. It was the best day of my life!

But it didn't last long. The next day, I found some boys stomping my precious garden. Laughing as they ran around carelessly. They noticed me and taunted me, not even apologizing. They called me a crybaby as I started to weep, pushing me.

"Hey! I heard from my dad that if you tear off a Stufful's Tag, it will evolve!"
"Hahahaha! You really believe that?"
"No! But why not do it anyway? If she does evolve, she'll still be weak and a crybaby!"

They grabbed me and pinned me down as they grabbed a hold of my tag. I don't remember what had happened after that but... I knew all I could see was red.

It wasn't until after I woke up in the Medic's tent that I learned what happened. My hands hurt, so did my butt where my tag had been. My hands were binded, covered in bloody bandages. The Medics looked at me with anger, surprise, and only a couple with fear. I beat those boys. I wailed on them until my Mentor pulled me away, they were alive but they had serious bone damage. Multiple bones in their body had been broken.

My parents didn't scold me as they took me home. In fact, Father was proud of me. However, mother was worried. What would come as a result of my actions?

Fear and acceptance. The Tribe of Valha no longer looked at me with Pity, they then looked at me with pride and a slightly hopeful expression. Power was something Valha was known for. I had evolved as well, though my training was far from over. My Mentor drilled my training and lessons harder, trying to help me control this new power and strength. I was no longer bullied. I was liked!

No... not liked. But, I became happier, I got braver with every day that passed. My mother and father had helped me decide my new name. I find it quite silly actually.

Sweet Terror. Teehee! Now c'mere! Give me a hug already!

"NO."

Bad Habits:
Loves to hug people, forgetting her height puts most people into her large chest as well as forgetting to control her strength. Thus, severely injuring the hugged person. BEWEAR~!
Sweets, she will spend all her hard earned cash on sweets. How else did she get them curves?
Whenever someone calls her "Baby" or "Sweet", she will automatically think she forgot this person that seems to know her.
She will instantly use Attract, unknowingly of course, when she winks.
Trivia/ Extra:
The Medics and her do NOT see eye to eye because of her history of hurting other tribe members with her strength.
Talks with the plants she grows.
Terrified of bugs!
Owns a tiny Diglett.

Description

Name: Baby
Tribal Name: Sweet Terror
Age: 20

Job: Farmer
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Bewear
Birth Season: Fall
Height: 6'6"
Ability: Fluffy
Nature: Naive
Characteristic: Impetuous and Silly
Moveset:
Work-up [Status - 1 PP]
The user is roused, and its Attack and Sp. Atk stats increase.
Attract [Status - 1 PP]
If it is the opposite gender of the user, the target becomes infatuated and less likely to attack.
Payback [Physical - 50 Power - 1 PP]
The user stores power, then attacks. If the user moves after the target, this attack's power will be doubled.
Thrash [Physical - 120 Power - 3 PP]
The user rampages and attacks for two to three turns. The user then becomes confused.
Stats:
HP: 15
ATK: 100
DEF: 5
PP: 7
Personality:
Hard Working | Happy Go Lucky | Playful
Baby is a very friendly and social woman, though in her past she was very timid and demure, nothing stops her from going around and trying to make small talk with her fellow Valha-rians. You will see her humming a happy tune, skipping and running around. She has a sweet voice that only enhances everyone's first view of her as innocent and pure. She is very playful and a bit immature at times. However, she is very hard working and responsible when it comes down to it. She loves her job as a farmer and puts her all into every moment of it.
Clingy | Dim Witted | GluttonousHer lack of affection on the receiving end ever since her evolution has made her very clingy to those that don't mind a few broken bones and frequent visits to the medic. Not only that, she forgets to control her strength and is very forgettful about it. She is not the smartest tool in the shed, and can be easily manipulated. Not to mention, be plain dumb in topics of love, and other common things of the like. That's not all, as you can already see Baby is a rather curvy girl and if not for her constant work in the mountain fields she would be one of the chunkiest Valha members in the tribe. She will not stop eating until her hunger for sweets has been satisfied. Bakers and cooks alike, bewear!

Weapon: Scythe
History:
"Every day, every minute, every second, we grow."

A soothing voice seemed to wash over the curled figure, her pink hair floating and shimmering as if she were underwater.

This voice... It's my mentor's...

The woman's eyes began to slowly open, though she did not move. She felt as if she were in a daze, eyes unfocused.

"Even the smallest acorn can become a great oak."

The mentor's voice echoed again, causing Baby to look up, mouth slightly a gap.

This was my first lesson as a Farmer. My mentor, they told me something... I didn't understand then. But I understand now.

The Bewear lowered her head back to her knees that were pushed against her chest, smiling.

My mother... when she was my age so was so strong, so pretty. She was a Pangoro, she was a symbol of our Tribe and honored as such especially when she chose to become a Warrior. She fell in love. With a man of no shame or interest in Love. He was a Dancer, an exotic Entertainer. Many believe my father had never been born in the land of Valha, but in Equa for his slender frame and acrobatic style. Not to mention his rather flashy fashion sense.

Still, she loved him. Many were shocked to see that my mother had tried to court the man, even went out of her way to try and impress him with her strength. She knew nothing else to try to win his heart. My father told my mother that he had no need for her strength, or her love. Pride and heart shattered she challenged him to a fight. He agreed of course, he was a Valha-rian! No good man of Valha would dare to turn down a challenge, especially one from a woman.

The fight didn't last, in a blink of an eye the Tribe of Valha watched their Symbol get thrown and beat into the ground mercilessly. Everyone had been shocked by the turn of events. An Entertainer had beaten a Warrior. It was quite the uproar really. They had truly seen my father's dark nature that day, so did my mother.

Surprisingly enough, she could not let go of this ache in her heart as she staggered to stand before him and look up to him. She still loved him. Only my mother and father knew what they had felt when their gaze locked together. Passion, acceptance, fear and overpowering hate?

No, it was love. I just know it.

After that day, my father stayed by my mother's side, fetching her things and giving into her every whim as if she were his Queen as she recovered from their battle. Needless to say my mother was happy. Many of the other men were unsatisfied with the arrangement of things, though any angry voices that bellowed were soon snuffed out.

Why? Me of course!

I was born the day the leaves had began to fall, the plants started to fall into hibernation. Though, it didn't take long for the Tribe to see my faults. I was terribly shy, timid, and cowardly. When the other children wanted to play and fight, I was the weakest of the group and often the target. I didn't like to play with the other little boys and girls. They made me cry so many times. They were mean. The tribe did not like that I wasn't anything like my parents. I could tell by the looks some of the adults gave me. Pity, I could hear it in their sighs, the sharp click of their tongues, the look in their eyes.

I tried very hard to become like my mother and father. When I tried to be a Warrior, the other apprentices bullied me and I did not get any stronger. After that I tired to be a Dancer, like Papa. I ended up twisting my ankle, twirling around with a heavy sword. I was just trying to look like Papa... I felt like I wasn't getting anywhere in my progress to find out what I could do to stop those looks. I don't like pity...

One day, I came across an older Tribe Member. Many of the others joked and teased the elder too. They thought being a farmer was a waste of time since the mountain earth was too hard for anyone to till and grow a prosperous and plentiful field. The calm and aloof expression that the Elder wore turned into a friendly smile, insulting the 'brats' for their narrow-mindedness. Afterwards explaining how important it was for the members of the Tribe to consume produce that they grew in the fields and not just meat from the hunts. After the others left I snuck in behind the Elder and asked if they could tell me more about Farming.

From that day forwards, I set my sights on being a Farmer.

I learned faster as a Farmer than as a Warrior and an Entertainer. When my Mentor gave me a small part of their land one Spring, I started to grow a Pecha Berry plant. Everyday I would come to weed it, water it, talk to it until dusk. The seed was shy, like me! I had come back one day to see a small lump in the dirt, I excitedly ran to tell my Mentor and when we came back we found a little sapling in the seed's place. It was the best day of my life!

But it didn't last long. The next day, I found some boys stomping my precious garden. Laughing as they ran around carelessly. They noticed me and taunted me, not even apologizing. They called me a crybaby as I started to weep, pushing me.

"Hey! I heard from my dad that if you tear off a Stufful's Tag, it will evolve!"
"Hahahaha! You really believe that?"
"No! But why not do it anyway? If she does evolve, she'll still be weak and a crybaby!"

They grabbed me and pinned me down as they grabbed a hold of my tag. I don't remember what had happened after that but... I knew all I could see was red.

It wasn't until after I woke up in the Medic's tent that I learned what happened. My hands hurt, so did my butt where my tag had been. My hands were binded, covered in bloody bandages. The Medics looked at me with anger, surprise, and only a couple with fear. I beat those boys. I wailed on them until my Mentor pulled me away, they were alive but they had serious bone damage. Multiple bones in their body had been broken.

My parents didn't scold me as they took me home. In fact, Father was proud of me. However, mother was worried. What would come as a result of my actions?

Fear and acceptance. The Tribe of Valha no longer looked at me with Pity, they then looked at me with pride and a slightly hopeful expression. Power was something Valha was known for. I had evolved as well, though my training was far from over. My Mentor drilled my training and lessons harder, trying to help me control this new power and strength. I was no longer bullied. I was liked!

No... not liked. But, I became happier, I got braver with every day that passed. My mother and father had helped me decide my new name. I find it quite silly actually.

Sweet Terror. Teehee! Now c'mere! Give me a hug already!

"NO."

Bad Habits:
Loves to hug people, forgetting her height puts most people into her large chest as well as forgetting to control her strength. Thus, severely injuring the hugged person. BEWEAR~!
Sweets, she will spend all her hard earned cash on sweets. How else did she get them curves?
Whenever someone calls her "Baby" or "Sweet", she will automatically think she forgot this person that seems to know her.
She will instantly use Attract, unknowingly of course, when she winks.
Trivia/ Extra:
The Medics and her do NOT see eye to eye because of her history of hurting other tribe members with her strength.
Talks with the plants she grows.
Terrified of bugs!
Owns a tiny Diglett.