LUTETIA

[/i] lugia shifter
status: corrupted/shadow
type: psychic - flying
shadow moves: shadow blast, shadow down, shadow shed, shadow storm
purified moves: all of lugia's moves
other: making him made will cause him to instinctively shift into his corrupted form. if this happens, he will rampage until he can calm down. even then, he has to wait a few hours before he can return to his normal form. only when he is knocked out will he instantly shift forms without the wait.[/ul]
PERSONALITY: here's the thing about little mister lutetia: there is nothing nice about him. that is not to say he has his moments, but those moments are as rare as a blue moon. he doesn't remember a time when the corruption wasn't a part of him, and there is little light found within the darkness of this man's heart. social skills are a foreign concept to the man, and he greets everyone with a glare on his face. aggression is not unknown to lutetia as he uses it towards everyone he meets. if one is put off by how he acts around everybody, then he is fulfilling his purpose. to him, every single being on the planet are pawns meant for either controlling or destroying. his hostility often gets to the point where he will attack somebody, whether the reasoning is good or not. in his mind, everything he thinks and believes in is right. everything everyone else thinks is completely wrong and should be destroyed.

while lutetia may seem like a wild beast that will fly into a rage at anytime, he is actually trained. the humans who corrupted him made sure that he would be controllable; however, in order to command him, a specific tone of voice and language must be used. such a tone must be commanding and dominant, no high pitched squeals of sit, lutetia~! no, the deeper the voice, the more likely he will follow the command. the downside? he is stubborn. once he sets his mind on something, he's going to do it. he will make sure that whoever commanded him leaves the room or looks away before doing it. if it is somebody who he does not like in the slightest (which is a lot of people), then he is more likely to simply kill--i mean silence them before they have the chance to speak. he's done it before.
HISTORY: lutetia's origin is unknown to all. the first thing he remembers was the dark depths of the ocean as a young child, only four years old. then bright lights flooded his vision as a submarine grew closer and closer. before he knew it, he was captured, utterly hopeless. his mother was nowhere to be found, though the far off cry of his kind could be heard. the submarine wasted no time in hightailing it out of there. they surfaced in an underground facility that had direct connection to the ocean, though it was only accessible after going through a maze of narrow underwater tunnels. lutetia was then introduced to the head scientist of the facility, a man who seemed nice enough, though the air around him was shrouded with darkness. even with the small smile on his face, the air around him commanded obedience. when the boy stepped out of line, he was punished, usually beaten or sent into a week of isolation without food or water.

the boy learned quickly that, if he was to survive, he would have to do whatever they wanted. he followed orders to a t, always keeping the grumbling and complaining to himself. by the age of nine, they had almost completely brainwashed him. the strict training he went through made him act more like a military dog, listening to commands from the officer, and jumping into action at a moment's notice. then came the machine. that dreaded machine. he was forced out of his slumber and dragged off to that arceus forsaken machine. he was locked inside, pounding on the glass for them to open it back up and let him out. the men ignored him, pressing various buttons and entering codes. the machine whirred to life. all went dark.

when he woke up, he was bound by his wrists and ankles. his clothes were tattered and dirtied, and he could have sworn he saw some blood on there. he was all alone, left in the isolation room. it was during that time in the isolation room that he was able to collect his bearings, to figure out what was going on. his mind was hazy, and he could only remember bits and pieces of the day before. the machine, the darkness that rushed into him like a stampede of tauros... the darkness. the corruption. thoughts of malicious acts filled the boy's head, thoughts of tearing the scientists limb from limb, decapitation, blood splatters... a twisted smile was placed on the boy's face by the time the scientists came to retrieve him. he continued to play their game for a few more years before he grew tired of acting as a pawn.

at age fourteen, the entire facility was destroyed. lutetia had grown too strong with their strict training, strong enough to easily overcome the guards and their pokemon. he was too quick for them, and they were already dead before they could even utter a single syllable of a command. the teenager had already been accustomed to shifting his form since the day he was captured, and it was no longer a long, painful process for him. bones break and reform faster than they should, and his form turns from the human to the beast within a blink of the eye. they didn't stand a chance.

lutetia wandered the depths of the ocean for weeks before he finally resurfaced. what he met was unexpected: arceus. yet, it wasn't arceus. it was, as the creature before him called himself, dark arceus or the dark lord. he was given an option: join the ranks of the dark arceus cult or forever be an enemy of their family. oh, let's see, this is such a hard decision. be allowed to kill humans or be hunted down by a cult? he was more fond of harming humans. into the ranks of the cult he went, once more playing pawn for a wannabe Arceus. as the years passed him by, he was able to gain some trust within the cult, though a lot of it was fear. who wouldn't fear a being of pure darkness with no hope of purification? it was the leader (under the da) who saw the most potential within the man. at twenty, he landed a spot as the first general of the cult. he was pleased with the rank he was given. it allowed him to control the pawns underneath him while still pretending to act like he was going to follow every single little order that came his way. he decided that he could live with this for a while, though how long is debatable. the main factor in his time with the cult depends on how entertained they keep him.[/div][/div][/div][/div]