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 Screen Name:Cloverwolf1625 Species:Houndoom Sex:Male Age:4 years Zodiac Sign:Tauros Level:43 Height: 4'07 Weight: 76 Ilbs. Body Shape:Regular. Trainer:Clover Family:Killed when he was young. Condition:very good. Personality: likes to play tricks on others but is very friendly, he will attack if he sees that he needs to or if Clover is in danger Hunting Skills: His hunting skills arent that great, due to the fact he was tamed at a young age and never learned. *Omega* Description:pure black, bright green eyes and a red muzzle. History: Flame's storie: When he was first born he was the runt of the litter. The first couple of months were hard for him, but over time he got stronger. He was often picked on by the other pups. This only made him stronger. He trained by himself attacking little ratatas and pidgeys. One day while sleeping in the sun a shadow came over his packs head, they all looked up to see a huge net come down over them. They were then put in different boxes. Then one day the box opened and he ran out. He looked around and was in a field. The rest of his pack was all ready there. Confused they started running to find some sort of shelter. They found some trees and hid in them. The alpha's of the pack went out into the field and decided that ever thing was ok. They went out in to the field and he layed in the sun, while the others played. It was late in the day when there was a loud noise. Flame looked over to see his brother fall to the ground. He was frightened by the sound and ran to his mother who was trying to figure out what had just happened. Then there was another noise and he fell to the ground. All he remembed after that was getting carried by something and then waking up in a human house. He was scared and lonley. A young human came in and started talking to him. His mother had allways told him that humans were bad and to never trust them. But as time pased the girl, which other humans called Clover, kept caring for him. He started to trust her a little more each time he was with her. Finially he was healed and heathy again. Clover and her uncle often chased him Whenever he thought about that night he got mad and made things go in fire. Clover started calling him Flame. She often told him of her parents, they had died the same night his pack did. He started obeying to Clover, he owed it to her. One day a boat came to the island, and Clover had taken Flame on it. He hated water and for once wished he was in a pokeball. When we got off the boat he smelled something familliar. It was the same sent from that one night. Then he knew what they were doing, they were here to find the killers of their famlies.
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