Member Name: President Stings I guess

¤ General Info ¤



¤ Appearance Info ¤

Eyes: They're little black beads of MALEVOLENT INTENT.
Hair: insects are known for their vast quanities of hair
Skin: Um. Orangy and slightly tough? Not bulletproof though, he's still a bug so he's squishable.
Clothes: Man I have seen so many bugs wearing clothes it isn't funny
Physique: Since he's a recent hatchling, he's a little smallish for a weedle, but not by much
Height: Chop off about four inches from a normal weedle I guess
Weight Obviously, as a very small caterpillar creature he weighs more than the Empire State Building with fourteen elephants on every floor
Other: He's a human/Pokémon dark elf Terminator with a bright purple nose. Also I lied

Personality: As a newborn, Stings is guided by instinct above all else. The curiosity of the infant possesses him, and he is willing to poke about and explore his surroundings. As he grows and learns, Stings will likely grow less and less dependant on his instincts, and be able to come up with his own plans and strategies.

Sting's hive is one of unusual ferocity, even for Beedrill. This ferocity is present in all stages of their life; if he's pushed to far, he will unleash all the fury his two attacks will let him unleash.

Talents/Flaws: Partly by instinct and most likely partly by learning, Stings is/will become quite resourceful, capable of using the enviroment and his limited resources to a good degree. Being as highly curious as he is, Stings is quite a good learner... But it can also get him into trouble for HILLARIOUS HIJINKS or life and death situations, whatever. Also, his early dependancy on his instincts will cause his possible actions to be limited.

Likes: Staying alive is number one. He also enjoys the taste of new leaves from a tree... And the feeling right after a kill.

Dislikes: Birds, humans, birds, captivity, birds, hunger, birds, and death. And did I mention birds? He doesn't like birds, you see.

Known Family: His egg was hidden for safety by his hive, but when he did not hatch on time, it was quickly forgotten. As such, Stings has no true family.

Dream: Mainly to survive. What do you expect? He's a bug. Also there is a very slight (Read: Highly probable) chance that he will aspire to murder everything. But that isn't very likely. (Read: It is)

Fighting Style: Weedle is not exactly a powerhouse of destruction. As mentioned earlier, Stings relies heavily on resourcefulness. He attempts to turn the enemy's strengths against them- For example, he may use String Shot to gum up the wings of a flying Pokémon, sending them hurtling to the earth. Much of what he knows to do is instinctive- Years of such tactics becoming ingrained into genetics with each generation- Although as he grows he will likely refine and come up with his own techniques.

Proficiency: Adaptive? Or since I am trying to be a pogeymanz do I not get this

Biography: Most Weedle are born and raised in their hive or its territory, closely defended by their elders. Within a few days, they oftentimes mature into the much more vulurable Kakuna stage. Several hundred have been known to hang from the same tree, taking the "safety in numbers" concept to the extreme. Up to this point, they are gentle creatures, beings that would rather be left alone than to fight. Under any normal circumstance, it is not until the Beedrill stage that the species' infamous ferocity comes into play.

However, Stings was not born under normal circumstance.

Stings' egg was just one of a small clutch of eggs from a Beedrill hive more aggressive than most. These eggs were commonly scattered by their mothers for reasons of safety. Around the time the other eggs were hatching, Stings' egg remained just that. It was an abanoned area, and after a short while, the hive forgot it was there...

Stings finally hatched due to a kind of threat instinct. Tremors shook the ground unlike other such that had been felt before, and as the young Weedle was still adjusting to the light, approached a creature that instincts said was bad. A young human boy with a net. Fortunatly for Stings, the boy made the very amateur mistake of reaching down to grab him...

As Stings had crawled off confused into the forest depths, it left behind a human kid who gripped his hand, suffering the worst pain he had ever felt in his life. Within an hour or two, that kid would be dead.

The explosion was fierce. Ice and energy, clashing at high power, sent amounts of both in every direction. The SA-X raised her cannon over the helmet as she turned her head to the side and stepped back, in a defensive posture. As the backwash faded away, the parasite turned her gaze to her foe. Samus was on the ground, trying her hardest to stand. A quick scan confirmed it- She had channeled a large amount of her suit's energy into her blast. As Samus was attempting to stand, to ready another attack, the SA-X held still, letting her suit's autorepair systems do their jobs. When the shielding levels had restored to a stable level, the parasite calmly walked forward. The Ice Beam was still armed, but not charging. It did not need to. Aran would not be able to resist another blast.

The cold energy pierced through Samus' armor, freezing as it went. All body movement slowed down or stopped as she was frozen from the inside out, and she was sealed in place when water in the air froze around her, effectivly turning the hunter into a large ice block. Aran additionally shared the Metroid's weakness to cold, and both flesh and armor became brittle. A strong impact would shatter the victim...

As the SA-X stood over Samus' frozen form, a thought occured to her. Over a history lasting years, many had tried to kill the hunter. Ridley, the Mother Brain, the pirates as a whole... The Metroid species... The Metroid Prime, Dark Samus, the entire phazon substance... The other bounty hunters, Gorea... And even the X. All tried, all failed. Entire military bases had been detonated, planets destoyed, all to take down this one warrior who was deemed such a threat that this would be nessacary. All efforts always failed, disastrously. And now, here she was. No support, no prior run. She had pinned down Samus, and was in the posistion to deliever the final blow that would rid her of her eternal foe.

No fancy firepower, no missile. That would risk the chance of not only missing, but freeing the hunter from the ice. Instead, the SA-X kicked. It was a strong kick, made stronger by the fact that metal tended to make physical strikes more painful. More than enough to shatter ice, she assumed... And she was correct. With a sound like breaking glass, Samus shattered. While not into tiny fragments like a missile would have reduced it to, the hunter was shattered into around four large pieces, with countless smaller shards scattered about. The SA-X grinned with this- The deed had finally been done. Aran was no more... But still, it would be best to eliminate all evidence that the hunter had ever been there.

The orange glow came over the parasite's armor, and she curled into the Morph Ball as she had before. The sphere rolled slowly in between the large chunks of frozen hunter, and accessed the weapons display. It was time to deploy the Power Bomb...

A small orb of energy dropped from the ball, and glowed for a second as it solidified into a small, silver device. Rapid beeping sounds came from it, and the orb did not move. The explosion would destroy everything in its blast range, but the Chozo had a knack for making such explosions harmless to the one that set it off.

The explosion was massive, and the blast slowly radiated out from the tiny bomb. Entire buildings were engulfed in the blast, reduced even beyond rubble. When the blast reached its maximum size, it shrunk again, quicker than it had expanded. What was left was if someone took a large, circular chunk out of the city, and had not bothered to replace it. Charred, bare ground stretched in every direction, framed by a mix of buildings ranging from whole to only where half stood. In the middle of it all, the SA-X stood, surveying the scene.

The parasite was satisfied, and turned to face her craft, which was now descending, now came to a landing on the bare ground. She took a step towards it, and then saw something in her periphial vison. She turned to face it, and was surprised to see the one remaining shred that would testify that Samus ever existed... Her empty helmet, which lay on the ground.

Curious, the SA-X walked over, bent down, and grabbed the helmet. Only a few specks of ice remained inside it, and these she shook out. Not even dented, the visor wasn't cracked... The helmet looked as if Aran had simply taken it off. The blue visor stared. The displays had been shut off for the last time.

The SA-X was at a loss for how to deal with the helmet. Peacekeeping forces would likely find it, and, if they had the technology, would likely try to find out what it was, who left it, and why it was there. Not that she feared the forces of this world, but the X were still relativly unknown in the multiverse, and that was to their advantage. Finally, she decided. She would take the helmet with her, store it on the BSL station. To any with ideas of treason, it would show how poor of an idea that was. To others, it would show that no force could challenge the X.

Thus satisfied, the SA-X climbed into her fightercraft, and sent a message to those pirates still fighting, still drawing attention outside and away from this area.

"Mission accomplished."

Species: Weedle
Statistics:
HP: 18
Attack: 4
Defense
Special Attack
Special Defense
Agility: 4
Moves: Poison Sting (4 XP?), String Shot (um, would that be 4 XP as well?)
Extra Information: man i hope i did this right