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The examiner exited the room and couldn’t hold it in any longer. She laughed, howled in fact to the point of pounding her fist on a nearby wall. For a celestial, she had an ironic tendency to play devil’s advocate. It was just too much fun. Too many people expected the stereotypical, cliché, parity humping, Megami and didn’t ever see a ploy coming with all the well rehearsed actors that interviewed countless younglings. He wasn’t exactly dim and even fell for it himself; his preconceptions did him in. It was all too funny. His ‘radical’ views were of course of part of his place of birth. She had big news for her comrades and was curious to see how they reacted.
“Is there a problem Ella?” asked one of the camp supervisors patrolling the area with his pokégirl by his side.
Her laughter simmered down and she recomposed herself. “Not at all,” she said, another chuckle escaping her, “the fresh tamer was just a rather interesting young man.”
The pokégirl next to the supervisor gave a knowing snicker, earning her a glare from her master. “He isn’t a tamer yet,” he said with a growl.
A somewhat smug look crossed the examiner’s face. “Mr. Brandt will be a tamer though.” Ella chuckled again, but without any of her previous humor. Her eyes glazed over for a second and gleamed with their own light briefly. “We need him,” was her grim statement. The supervisor visibly blanched. “I’m going to deliver my results, good day.” The examiner skipped off, resuming her girlish posture and tendencies.
The left behind male looked to the door that the examiner stepped out of. “Urg, celestials.” He shook his head in pity. “Poor kid.”
XXX
Ella appeared in a windowless stone room with a flash of light. She glanced around briefly before exiting through the single, metal door that stood coldly across from her. Her hums reverberated off the hallway walls, echoing and complementing her tune. She took several turns as she headed to a specific destination. As she proceeded down her path, the walls turned from ordinary stone to finely chiseled, white marble with various carvings and potted plants adorning the area. Her feet padded on the red carpet while she hastily made her way to her destination. The boss would be ticked enough by what she did that she didn’t need to piss her off more by ‘teleporting to an undesignated area.’ She finally spotted the huge oak door at the end of the hall and knocked on it loudly.
“Enter,” boomed an authoritative voice. Ella did so and came in to see a rather stoic looking woman sitting at a lavish desk. Various trinkets of precious materials adorned the surface and were even engraved or set in the polished-to-perfection wood. The marks adorning the woman’s face were almost as decorative. Several wavy, red teardrops, the same fiery color of her hair, were etched into her face as if they were flowing down to her chin. “What can I do for you, Candace?”
Ella pinched the bridge of her nose. “Ariel, you know that’s not my name anymore,” she said as she turned her face into a childish pout. “Pwease call me Ella!”
Ariel rolled her eyes. “What do you want?” she grunted out, “I have work to do.”
Ella’s eyes sparkled. “Somethiiiiiing juicy…”
A low growl escaped the seated woman and actual blood began to drip out of her tear ducts. “I take it you’ve obtained this information illegally.” Ariel stood and slammed her fists down onto her desk, sending spiderwebs of cracks across its surface. “Damn it, woman. You are a disgrace to Megami and all other celestials.”
Ella gave her trademark smug look. “You’ll liiiiiike it!” she said in her singsong tone.
Her expression put Ariel on guard. In all the years that she had known Ella, that look always foretold either really, really, good news or they were facing some kind of global catastrophe. “What is it?” Ariel was now worried, hoping to high heavens that it was the former option.
“Weeeeell,” Ella was going to have some fun now, “I talked to a trainee at one of Azure’s training camps and-“
“Out with it?!” Ariel squawked, “Did he release a thousand Widows or something? What’s wrong?!”
“I was to be his psychological evaluator with the stereotypical Megami act so that…. Well, how should I put this gently?”
“Cut to the chase!” Ariel was turning an interesting shade of purple from the anxiety.
“He’s an offworlder,” Ella was no longer had her childish façade and had deep eyes and a small crooked smile. “And on top of that he’s got a lot of potential.”
The redhead sat down quickly to keep her legs from buckling out beneath her and took several deep breaths to try and calm herself down. “Do you mean… like a Ranma Saotome offworlder?”
Ella shrugged. “Not exactly. I wouldn’t really call him ‘Chosen One’ material, but the Awareness says that there will be trouble if he’s found by the wrong person.”
Ariel mouthed out ‘The Awareness?’ and pulled out a bottle of aspirin with a heavy sigh. “We need to get someone in his harem immediately.”
“Bad idea,” Ella nipped that in the bud rather promptly.
The red looked up in surprise. “Why’s that?”
“He doesn’t dance to anyone’s tune unless there’s damn good music playing. He’s also holds great antipathy for being manipulated regardless of the reasons.”
Ariel snorted. “There’s no way he can figure us out. There’s no reason to worry.”
“He already knows about us.”
Ella’s superior choked on the aspirin she was trying to take. After a brief coughing fit, she hacked up the pill and wheezed out “That’s not possible.”
“He has a lot of top secret information buzzing around his skull. He seems have all the infernal evolutions memorized, including Dark Queens and things that concern Hild.”
Ariel was dumbstruck. “H-how?... Why?!”
“He seems to have a fascination with them. How? All I know is that it has something to do with his origins. I don’t know more than that, since it seemed to be buried deep within his mind.”
“He’s dangerous.”
“He’s good. He doesn’t think he does, but he’s kind hearted deep down.” Her smile brightened. “He could also be very useful. He’s got a complex about being a productive member of society and ‘What have I done that has any kind of impact?’ type personality. We just need to be forward with what we want and he may be willing to comply with our wishes.”
“If he’s they way you make him sound like, I doubt it would be that easy.”
“Maybe not, but he’d at least respect forwardness.”
A scowl set upon Ariel’s face. “Just how deeply did you delve into his mind?”
Ella’s innocent look betrayed her. “More than you’d like.”
“We need to call a meeting for the Azure section.”
“It’s already been done.”
XXX
“What is it, Hugo?”
Hugo “Homunculus” Turk was a very loyal man, efficient and fierce when the need came as well. Sadly, his Stone Skin gift robbed him of much of his potential cognitive abilities. Still, he was a fine Sergeant and an effective bureaucrat when need be. Something seemed to be troubling him. It weighed at his heart both ways. Either he remained silent and suffered with the burden or spoke and lived with the regret of spilling his guts. Both choices would lead to someone feeling betrayed.
He took a deep breath. Angela, his beta, had been with him for a long time. Little by little, they could read each other until they eventually literally knew what each other were thinking. He knew he wasn’t that bright, but he had duties that were beyond himself. Duties that he was bound to uphold. He learned that from Angela. He froze in place in front of his superior. Even though he was much taller than him and most other humans and his strength made being gentle a practiced and refined task, he couldn’t raise a hand to some things, especially those he either respected or held affection for.
“Si-sir,” his voice cracked. His commanding officer was concerned now. Never in Sgt. Turk’s carrier had he faltered like this. Trouble must be afoot. “Sir, I have some,” he paused, not knowing whether or not he should continue.
“Out with it,” his officer said sternly, “that’s an order.” If Hugo was nervous, it was important.
“Angela, she-“
The officer’s brow furrowed. He knew that Angela was his Angel. She never seemed to go astray, so what was wrong? Did she do something? “What happened?”
“I found out something… through our bond.” The giant of a man took a deep breath. “Something important about a particular individual in Azure…”
XXX
Mordecai was at his usual bar with his usual drinking buddies. Life had been good. He struck that jackpot with the kid that sold him the antique pre-Sukebe money. The person who appraised the value of the artifacts was in his pocket and allowed him to get a slight discount on the items in question. Sure, he wasn’t such a bastard as to cheat the boy too much; his Warrior Nun would never let him hear the end of it, but beside the point, the appraised value was half again the ungodly number he paid. Well, his precious battle-hardened alpha may be a pain, but he loved her to pieces, even if she didn’t let him explore the sex with nuns jokes And best of all, he could rub it in the nose of Dmitry, his arch-collecting rival and long time friend.
“Mordecai Bower?” a feminine voice sounded from behind the tipsy coinsure.
Mordecai swiveled around on his stool to see an elegant, dark haired woman standing behind him. Her stance and posture screamed regality and seemed rather out of place in the casual bar. “Yes, can I help you?”
“It has come to my knowledge that you have an interesting… collection. I was wondering if I could convince you to let me see it.”
The Warrior Nun, who was watching Mordecai to make sure he didn’t do anything too stupid while he was out embalming himself, eyed the woman suspiciously. Being a woman herself, she knew that there were many roundabout ways of accomplishing things, and although she didn’t show it, she’d be upset if her master’s drunken passes her directed at anyone but her, but, alas, her master loved to show off his collection to anyone. The thought of it getting him a pretty new piece of ass was probably nothing that would dissuade his alcohol impaired mind.
“Well,” he began with a thoughtless grin, rubbing his red nose, “you might, but I can’t promise that you’d be able to see it all at once.” He hiccupped as he continued to rub his nose. “It is quite large.”
A small, curt smile graced the woman’s face. “That I’m sure of.”
XXX
“Ah yes, this is a roll of bronze chainmail that was used a good 3000 if not more years before Sukebe. A rare piece that was only preserved because it was contained in a museum vault in the middle of some ancient country that was around in modern Johto…” Mordecai sobered up some and lead the woman through his vast collection throughout his home and many layered basements. Even though he was still buzzed enough to stumble occasionally, he retained enough wits to not show his possessions of a more… questionable nature.
“Do you have any vintage coinage or other currency?” the woman asked in a businesslike manner.
Mordecai chuckled. “But of course!” he gave a sweeping motion to a room that looked newly built, “Right this way.”
The group came to a recently collected alter containing various coins and paper bills neatly presented crisply upon stands and clips holding them in place. Some were some of the early SLC coinage from before all the money went electronic and farther to the left were the currencies he purchased from Matthias.
“As you can see, the ones on the left are much older than the Hard Credits that were used by the early leagues. Those were found in a remarkably well preserved form. The country in question had a rather chaotic government, as you can see by the numerous leaders that mark their hard money…”
The woman resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The watchful gaze of that blasted celestial was driving her up the wall. She just needed to pry out the information she needed and leave inconspicuously. “Interesting, where did you find such rare pieces in such pristine condition?” she asked faking her fascination.
Mordecai chuckled. “Now that’s a trade secret,” he said winking. Unfortunately, Mordecai’s own mind betrayed him when Matthias’s name and face flashed through it. Now all the woman had to do was wait for the geezer’s tour to finish and get out of there.
XXX
“My Queen,” an enshrouded figure addressed as she formally kneeled. The room was austere if anything. Nothing really seemed to really stand out in the sterile atmosphere that filled the room other than a stone chair carved out of the wall. The form lying stiffly in the rocky furniture seemed to have its mind elsewhere.
“What is it?” came a slow drawl. The eyes didn’t even move to look at the kneeling figure.
“We found the location of the offworlder.”
The figure’s eyes widened and she shot out of her seat. Her figure strode forward quickly and stopped just in front of the kneeling one. “Where?” The figure’s voice was sounding more elated.
“He’s at the eastern tamer training camp,” the kneeling one paused when its master let out a loud huzzah, “but he graduates tomorrow.”
The master’s celebration was cut short. “Hmmm… no matter, we’ll send him an observer and see if we can’t later on give him an offer he can’t refuse.” The master turned and strode back to the stone chair. “Send Amon.”
XXX
Matthias’s eyes opened reluctantly in the early morning sunshine. “This is going to one of those days,” he said aloud. This was a day where it was just like a general, all around bad idea to leave the comfort of your bed, but if he didn’t arrive on time, he wouldn’t be allowed to graduate and become a full tamer. Reluctantly, he untangled himself from Flora and Gabriele so that he could stretch and find his key to the men’s shower-room. The graduation ceremony was supposed to be a formal event, and coming to a formal event smelling like sweat, stale bread, and flatulent camels was not the best way to attend.
A few steps away from his bed and he stubbed his toe on the wall. Hissing and cursing helped alleviate his momentary pain as he treaded lightly through his room in his search for that blasted key. Moments later, he tripped over his trousers that he discarded the night prior. Frustrated with his new found clumsiness, he made it is sole duty to make it to the other side of the room without any trip ups. Success! He found that stupid key too. Matt glanced over to the two pokégirls in his bed and moved to wake them up. Before he did though, he noticed the time.
He stared at it. “Five-fucking-forty-five,” he read. He went to the window to look out of it, and sure enough, the sun was just peaking over the horizon. He had never noticed just how early the sun rose here, having been asleep at the time. After finding his dex, it was confirmed that it was still in the A.M.’s and he didn’t oversleep. Sometimes, actually almost all of the time, he hated that he couldn’t go back to sleep once he’d been on his feet for more than five minutes. At least he’d have the showers to himself.
Walking over to a squirt bottle filled with water, he picked it up and held it like a pistol. An about face later, the soon-to-be tamer stalked around the sleeping women like a carefully placed assassin. The nozzle fired several well aimed streams of water into the faces of the snoozers. They shot up hacking and sputtering, trying to wipe the cool liquid from their faces. “Riiiiiise and shiiiiiiiine,” Matt singsonged while dancing away from an airborne box of Kleenexes.
“What was that for?” Gabby grumbled to herself.
“If I were to wake you any closer, both of you could break me in half for the hour,” Matt didn’t lose his happy tone.
Gabby glanced over and then stared at the clock incredulously “Is this thing accurate?”
Matt shrugged. “I guess, can’t sleep, and I’m heading to the showers. Didn’t think it wise to leave without you guys.”
Flora stretched and stood somewhat shakily. “We going to go take a shower?” she asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“I thought pokégirls weren’t allowed in the Men’s shower,” Gabriele grumbled still.
The trainee couldn’t help but smirk a little. “Technically, women aren’t allowed in the Men’s shower, but pokégirls don’t legally qualify as human women even in this liberal league. It’s a loophole.”
“They’ll just stop us before we go in.”
“Pokéballs are easy to conceal.”
“Fine.”
Matthias picked up his gear and threw what he needed in a neat pile, setting some of his nicer (and cleaner) clothes aside for when he got back. He didn’t know for sure if he would pass or not. In fact it was unlikely considering the way he mouthed off to his interviewer, but he could hope. Matt’s feeling of dread returned suddenly. What if the bitch deemed him unfit to own pokégirls? Gabriele and Flora would be taken from him. That frightening thought froze him in place. He didn’t think of them as his loves or anything, but he had grown used to their presence and liked their personalities. If he was back home, he would probably pursue friendship if not something more with them. Trying to clear such morbid thoughts from his head he turned to his ‘girls, no, his partners.
“Hey, let’s try to make some good memories today, okay?” he asked softly. They two gave him a funny look, but shrugged it off when he gave them a bright, cheery smile. He didn’t want to worry them needlessly. If he were to lose them, they wouldn’t be able to do anything about it anyways. After everything was together, he grabbed his towel and soap and beckoned them to him as he opened the door for them. “After you, ladies – MOTHER Fffffff!” he held in his cursing after the door scraped over his toes, taking off a small piece of skin and several toe-hairs in the process. “This day hates me. I just know it.”
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The World was out to get him. He just knew it. In the past five feet, he had stubbed his toes on three different occasions, got a door opened in his face by a sleepy janitor, had a lightbulb explode over his head and get rained on by glass, and tripped twice. That was not just common bad luck. Did he piss of some Lady Luck? Was a Harlequin out to get him? Did God hate his rotten innards? What was it?! All of this trying to get him to turn tail simply made him more determined to get to the damned shower room.
Growling in frustration, he decided it was time for a different course of action. He broke out into a dead run towards the door of his destination.
XXX
Two ugly, ugly pokégirls were whispering to each other fervently. They clamored as they hissed and pointed in various directions. Stark naked, the only thing that seemed remotely feminine about them were nondescript slits between their legs. Other than that, they were something out of a freak show. A sharp his from behind the bickering duo silenced them.
A third figure appeared, this one actually looking somewhat sexually appetizing. Her cold blue body seemed to chill the air around her and let cool air tumble off of her like a refrigerator. She looked at the two in front of her with a hint of distaste.
“Any news on the target?” she asked in an almost bored tone.
“Yes mistress Amon,” answered one of the others, a seeming insectoid down to the six limbs, segmented body, and a pair of dripping mandibles.
Amon, was an up and coming power with her… group and was respected for her cunning plans and overall deviousness which was on a completely different level from even her sister Daimons. It was even rumored that she would soon be bequeathed with a mana-stone to turn her into a Demoness. The Daimon looked beyond the two Youma and near the isolated league facility. It was not exactly something that could be waltzed into. Wait…
“What’s that?” Amon said speculatively as she noticed a fast moving grey object blurring towards the cluster of buildings.
The bug Youma glanced over to the mentioned object and clicked her mandibles excitedly. “That appears to be a Rhynowhore, with a slew of other pokégirls following her.”
“Hmmm…” This may be what they needed to get their target.
XXX
Matthias finally opened the door to the room that held rows and rows of heated showers. “Ah, I fina-“
Matt was cut off when a huge tauric beast crashed through the brick wall and into the room. The pokégirl snarled and pounded her hooves animalistically.
“Ah fuck.”
XXX
And the plot thickens :D
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Type: Near Human Metamorph/Very Near Human
Element: Flying/Magic (Celestial)
Frequency: Rare (Avenger variety), Very Rare (Elysian variety)
Diet: Human style foods, vegetarian
Role: Aerial scout and shock troop
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Bug, Fighting, Normal, Dark
Weak Vs: Electric, Poison, Rock
Attacks: Gust, Divine Blade, Mana Bolt, Shield, Dazzle, Summon Weapon, Cure
Enhancements: Magical Affinity, Enhanced Speed (x3), Enhanced Durability (x2), Enhanced Reflexes (x3), Aura of Healing, partial preservation of enhancements from previous form.
Evolves: Fallen Angel (major trauma/bad experiences, Celestial sub-type) or (moral corruption, Infernal sub-type), Archangel (Shield Stone)
Evolves From: any Blessed Pokégirl (Angel Stone)
Angels are something of a mystery. Beautiful winged girls with pure hearts and kind demeanors, they are popular both among tamers and the general populace for their abilities and selfless demeanors.
Physically, Angels are a generally a very similar group, though they are not without their variations. The most common Angel is a little over 5 feet tall, with pale skin and long golden blonde hair flowing down almost to their feet. All angels also possess very soft and large white feathered wings, though they are sometimes magically dismissed for convenience or to let them blend in with society easier while they do their work. The Angel's flawless beauty often seems like that of a statue - perfect, but almost surreal. Some Angels have been known to have their hair cut short or to have different colors, but in all cases the Pokégirl’s inner radiance shines through. Angels eat a vegetarian style diet, and have very efficient digestive and immune systems, making them strong against naturally occurring poisons. Interestingly however, they are still weak against poison-type attacks.
Although Angels make fine warriors, they dislike violence. They will gladly fight if they believe the fight to be justified in order to protect others from harm, but they consider violence inspired purely out of base emotions such as anger or hatred to be evil acts and will not participate in them. Despite their dislike of violence, many Angels have no compunctions against training, stating that it strengthens the body and spirit for the times when their beliefs will be challenged and their services will be needed.
Angels are not particularly strong Pokégirls, but are swift and graceful, both in and out of combat, using their flight to keep opposing foes at bay, while striking from either a distance with spells or fighting up close with their summoned weapons. Angels are rarely armed, but at the same time are rarely far from their weapon – they may summon a simple, unenchanted sword (or other melee weapon), or a bow and arrows, depending on the angel's personality. These weapons are made of condensed magical ether and are not particularly special or durable. Each individual angel may summon weapons of only one type, and only one such summoned weapon may exist at one time. As an exception, if an Angel possesses and has blessed a unique individual weapon, she may dismiss or summon that weapon at will, similar to her wings, though if that individual weapon is broken, it cannot be so easily replaced. Angels commonly enchant their summoned weapons with Divine Blade, granting them extra combat power and the Celestial attack sub-type.
One rather unique trait of the Angel is that they evolve from a template, and not one specific Pokégirl. This can lead to a variation in the enhancements and abilities of one angel to another. If a breed possesses an ability unique to that breed, it will be retained upon evolution. Also, if an angel were to evolve from a very strong Pokégirl, such as an Amachamp that was blessed, they would be far stronger than other Angels, but still no where near as strong as she had been as an Amachamp. When using the quantitative scale for enhancements accepted by most tamers and researchers, it’s most common for an Angel to inherit roughly one fifth of their former form’s enhancements, in addition to the base enhancements of the breed.
There are currently two known Angelic 'Orders'. The first and most common is that of the Avengers. Avengers tend to be aloof and quiet Pokégirls, only speaking when they feel there is something that needs to be said. They have great difficulty with such things as "small talk" or "chatting". All Avengers wear clothes and, in fact, insist upon it. Any tamer who tries to force an Avenger to be naked outside of taming can count on a very lengthy argument about the inherent immorality of public indecency. Taking away their clothes doesn't help either, as they can summon up new clothing as easily as they can summon up their chosen weapon.
Elysians are a very different matter indeed. Elysians are humble, yet often open girls. Elysians follow a creed to 'protect life while it lives, and to enjoy life while it lasts'. To an Elysian, one's body is a gift to be cherished, and so find nothing inherently evil or immoral with nudity or expressing one's feelings through sex. They often wear little to nothing at all, and both take pride in their appearance, and encourage others to feel confident with themselves as well. Elysians are relatively few in number, but are held in higher esteem among most humans for various reasons.
Because of their differences in opinion, the Avengers and Elysians rarely get along with each other. The Avengers tend to think of Elysians as impure whores, while the Elysians consider Avengers overly serious and prudish. The schism between the established Avengers and the small but growing ranks of the Elysians is a considerable one. It is almost unheard of for the disagreements to devolve into violence, however it has happened before, and likely will happen again.
All of the Angelic Orders are very caring and prone to sudden displays of affection, which can sometimes catch their tamers off guard. Even when they are not given the Alpha position, Angels look after their harem-sisters, making excellent Betas. Their Aura of Healing accelerates the natural healing rates of living creatures around them, helping to soothe pains and allowing for easier recoveries, which, coupled with their minor talents with healing magic, can make them the difference between life and death in the wilderness.
Angels will almost universally rebel against cruel, abusive tamers, often resulting in the death of either the Angel or the tamer. Should great trauma fall upon an Angel, it is possible that they may evolve into a Fallen Angel (Celestial). On even rarer occasions, an Angel can find herself corrupted by a particularly exceptional individual or extreme circumstances, evolving into a Fallen Angel (Infernal).
Recently, certain sections of the Church of a Thousand Gods are trying to spread the belief that Angels aren't 'just' Pokégirls with wings, but messengers from the Divine. Such priest or priestesses claim that their dislike of violence, their protection of the weak and the defenseless and their almost indiscriminate care for life are examples the Divine wants all to follow. So far, no Avenger has commented on these beliefs one way or the other, although they do tend to smile whenever they hear about them. Elysians, on the other hand, softly deny the claims in their entirety, a point which has both the Avengers and the Church a bit miffed.
· Divine Blade - (ATK 80) This technique imbues a weapon with Celestial energy, either acting as an attack on it's own right or adding half of it's damage to attacks using that weapon. The enchantment lasts for several minutes before fading. All attacks with the enchanted weapon count as Celestial attacks in addition to their normal type.
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DAIMON, the Schemin’ Demon Pokégirl
Type: Near Human
Element: Magic/Dark (Infernal)
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Fear
Role: Tactical planning
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Normal, Psychic, Ghost, Dark
Weak Vs: Celestial, Fighting, Bug,
Attacks: Energy Drain, Sucker Punch, Fear Aura, Energy Blade, Heart Of Darkness, Fury Swipes, Burst
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x3), Enhanced Speed (x3), Enhanced Endurance (x3), Enhanced Durability (x2), Night Vision
Evolves: Droido (Moon Stone), Lemure (Dream Stone), Demoness (Psi Crystal), Succubus (Dusk Stone), Cardian (Leaf Stone)
Evolves From: Youma (Normal, Battle Stress, or Orgasm)
Most definitely the preferred evolutionary choice for Youma, Daimon have, amusingly, become more common than their pre-evolved forms due to popularity. This is due in part to their tremendous versatility; with four possible confirmed evolutions that cover a wide range of specialties, they are a starter of choice amongst those who desire an Infernal component to their harem. They're also generally far more attractive than their pre-evolution and lack any genetic loyalty to Sukebe, thankfully. As such, they are the second most popular of Infernals, being second only to the Succubi. It should also be noted that the method by which a particular Youma will evolve into a Daimon is somewhat random, although almost all recorded evolutions have been from Battle Stress, normal evolution, or Orgasm.
Physically, Daimon are much less bestial than Youma, generally taking the forms of quite exotic women. However, they still don't usually appear quite human; as well as keeping strange hair and eye colors from their prior evolutions, most Daimon have small claws on their hands and many possess strange tints to their skin. The latter are often unnatural, but rarely actually unattractive; a significant portion could pass for vampires under low scrutiny, whilst the rest are much more evenly distributed around the spectrum. As one might expect, these skin tones generally reflect their elemental typing as Youma, and can often be a source of pride in situations involving multiple Daimon.
In personality, Daimon are, as a whole, more pleasant than Youma. Rather than foul tempers, they instead have a generally aggressive mindset that, whilst sometimes annoying, is fairly easy to deal with. It does, however, make them come off as rather childish at times, especially taken in combination with the fact that most individuals of the breed have an obsession with needlessly complex plans for even simple affairs. These plans, although prone to failure simply due to the number of steps involved, are actually sound for the most part, and any tamer who can convince a Daimon that less can be more will have an excellent tactical mind at his disposal. However, it should also be noted that most Daimon-conceived plans will be offensive, likely owing to their aggressive natures and the fact that their diet is primarily comprised of ambient fear. In fact, many have speculated that the latter is responsible for their aggressive natures in the first place, as scaring or cowing others is akin to a snack for a Daimon.
Also, although the change is less noticeable than with many other Infernals, a Daimon whose tamer has earned her respect will changed in attitude slightly. Although still aggressive, it will generally not be towards him (outside of the bedroom). Instead, she will generally take up an advisory role, doing her best to make her tamer more aggressive towards others, and also trying to get him to use her plans. She will also be much more open to suggestions on said plans, though, which can lead to a wise tamer convincing her to make them less elaborate and more effective. As such, they make decent betas, but are not particularly well-suited to being alphas because of their excessive aggression and general preference for advisory roles.
In combat, though, a Daimon's aggression can be put to excellent use, whether or not she's subservient towards her tamer. With a decent variety of physical attacks, Daimon generally prefer combat close-up, moving in and hacking away at their enemies with a frightening intensity (one that's often aided by the use of Fear Aura). However, the real surprise usually comes when she starts throwing out elemental techniques; most Daimon retain a good number of these from their elemental variety of Youma, making them somewhat unpredictable. This works to their advantage greatly, as surprise and even momentary fear from their opponents not only gives the Daimon an energy boost, but a morale boost. Their attacks also tend to be planned out so as to have the most frightening effect possible, and one ought to watch one's back if an opposing Daimon gets too regular or predictable, as sometimes the plans can be extremely complex and require a very long battle to execute. However, this does make them more prone to failure, and those Daimon who have been taught to use simpler, more effective strategies will often fare better.
Their aggression also translates well into bed, and many Daimon have been said to act as if their libidos were high instead of average, and the fact that they prefer to plan things out often results in very dragged-out taming sessions within which the Daimon does her best to execute a systematic "attack" on her partner's erogenous zones. This generally works well, especially when combined with light bondage, but also makes them poor sex-battlers, as they generally do not like to disrupt their plans' intricate workings for speed. Though whose plans are more concise are able to overcome that limitation, it should be noted, but they're also noted not to be as good of lovers in normal circumstances, as they tend to want to "win" too quickly, an affliction that has vexed many Daimon tamers over the years.
Finally, when feral, Daimon tend to fall into what is considered a very embarrassing state; they lose the ability to think tactically or logically. As such, they will act very randomly and the weaker ones can be captured or killed without too much effort. A feral Daimon who's been tamed will, it should be noted, usually be extremely grateful to her savior, but refuse to admit to anyone else that she was ever feral due to how embarrassing the state is considered. Threshold cases are also becoming more common, but remain at a lower level then those to Youma, unfortunately. Common early signs of a Daimon threshold are the development of uncharacteristic aggression and/or a love for needless complexity.
RHYNOWHORE the Horny Pokégirl
Type: Near Human Metamorph
Element: Ground
Frequency: Uncommon
Diet: Vegetarian
Role: Demolition
Libido: Low
Strong Vs: Electric, Fire, Poison, Rock, Steel
Weak Vs: Flying, Ice, Plant, Water
Attacks: Body Slam, Crushing Punch, Earthquake, Horny Attack, Stomp
Enhancements: Enhanced Strength (x10), Reinforced Musculoskeletal System, Toughness (transformed only)
Evolves: Rhynodame (normal)
Evolves From: None
Like other metamorphs such as the Griffon, the Rhynowhore has two forms, her normal form for taming and a combat form for battle. In her normal form a Ryhnowhore looks like a normal human girl with A-cup breasts and dark skin and hair, in this form she can't use Horny Attack and Crushing punch. In her transformed state her skin hardens into dermal plates, including support for her neck and hardened plates for her fists, also a large horn grows out of her forehead.
During the war Rhynowhores were used to demolish buildings and their hardened skin is easily able to resist falling bricks, and bullets. They have continued in this trade with most Rhynowhores being found in the demolition industry.
Rhynowhores are highly competitive and often charge each other using Horny Attack to find out who is the stronger. Feral Rhynowhores also do this to determine who will be the leader of their herd. This competitiveness will also surface when a Rhynowhore joins a new harem, she will immediately challenge the alpha to a battle in an attempt to take the position, although if defeated she will accept the alpha as the leader of her herd without complaint, at least until she feels she is strong enough to mount another challenge.
In combat Rhynowhores usually start with Earthquake, then charge in with a Horny Attack before finishing their opponent of with close range attacks such as Body Slam.
Rhynowhores must be restrained during taming due to their enhanced strength, and because in their transformed state they have almost no sense of touch particularly enjoy being gently caressed.
Feral Rhynowhores live in herds on the plains and can be dangerous since they will often attempt to use Horny Attack on anyone who gets too close.
Horny Attack (ATK+EFT) Only usable by Pokégirls with horns. This technique allows a Pokégirl to strike her opponent with her horn to inflict damage. If she has room to charge this attack inflicts double damage and has a chance of stunning her opponent.
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YOUMA, the Default Demon Pokégirl
Type: Not Very Near Human - Inhumanoid
Element: Magic/various (Infernal)
Frequency: Rare
Diet: special: energy consumption, various
Role: Soldier of the Legion of Terror
Libido: Average
Strong Vs: Normal, (Everything else varies)
Weak Vs: Celestial Pokégirls, (Everything else varies)
Attacks: Absorb, Dream Eater, Energy Drain, Shadow Scythe (Lv35), (Everything else varies)
Enhancements: enhanced reflexes (x3), enhanced strength (x3), enhanced speed (x3), enhanced endurance (x3), (everything else varies although Sleeplessness is more common than others)
Evolves: Daimon (stress, orgasm or battle), Hellcat (Cat E-Medal (Magic/Fire type Youma only) or Cat E-Medal and Fire Stone (All Youma except for Magic/Fire types))
Evolves From: Kamichu (if highly temperamental)
Back during the war of revenge, the Youma, the first and most basic of Infernal Pokégirls was what made up the original Legion of Terror. They were the oncoming wave of unholy nature that struck against human populace and armed opposing forces. With their various strengths and powers, there was more than enough variety to handle any situation; any opposition they faced was squashed thoroughly. Although over the years they became more of the grunt soldiers as they were joined by more dangerous Pokégirls, (such as the Vampire) and more powerful, more fiendish Pokégirls, (the Mazoku) the Youma still made up the vast majority of the Legion of Terror (a solid 68%). They kept the fight going right up until its disbanding in 4 AS.
It is understandable that with such a history, Youma aren't really popular, despite the vast variety of powers and abilities. And it doesn't help their case that most of the species aren't attractive... to begin with. The only exceptions are often the domesticated Youma, but there are, on occasion, moderately attractive feral Youma found in the wilds, (and are often captured on the spot if possible). The other problem is that there is a genetic memory, some coding deep down that lets them remember, makes them just know on an instinctual level that they used to be the main stay of Sukebe's Legions of Terror. Despite the Legion's dissolution long ago, roughly half of all Youma retain a level of fidelity to the Creator, and often they'll only give a show of their foul temper to all other humans. Fortunately, this instinct of loyalty to a madman is lost upon evolution.
However, there are Pokégirl Tamers that continue to Tame and domesticate the Youma species. One of the main reasons is that with every evolution, there's a good chance (60% to 70%) that the Youma will become more physically attractive than before. And of course, every Youma tend to become considerably more powerful with every evolution. One Daimon was known to have the strength of an Amachamp. Unfortunately, for those Tamers that choose to try and work with Youma will discover that they are very difficult to maintain because of their wildly different food requirements. Youma and Cardians often need to drain health from other life forms, Lemures need to cause nightmares, Droido and Demonesses need to release negative energy. But many of these are merely standards. Youma and its evolutions can vary in their dietary needs. Even thought energy consumption has been the norm, the Youma has not had a base diet established.
In Pokébattle however, is where a Youma really shines. They have such versatility and can handle numerous roles depending on their elements, but there is always a few techniques that will always be present in the Infernal Pokégirls. Techniques that drain their opponent of energy are their staple, and when they get to a high enough level, they gain a solid Infernal technique to their repertoire: Shadow Scythe. Whatever attack capabilities are available to them, a Youma will certainly attack any opponent, (and sometimes innocents) with gusto.
With Taming, it should be noted that for a lot of Youma, this is actually their feeding time. Those that feed on energy often give their Tamer a level of control; the more he exerts himself, the more energy he's giving off for them to feast upon. However, the Youma who don't need energy as much as the others will often be a demanding lot. As one can guess, preferred sexual fetishes and positions are as varied as the kinds of capabilities that the Youma have.
There have, surprisingly, been a number of cases where girls going through Threshold became Youma. In all these cases, no one realized at first that the girl was becoming one. Due to the wide variety of physical traits that Youma posses, they're often thought to be turning into another kind of Pokégirl. However, once they start become rather hostile to former loved ones and begin making out-and-out declarations that `The Creator shall win', `Humanity will taste my wrath' and `Legion of Terror FOREVER', it's a little more than obvious what's going on to her, and the girl will often find herself shipped off to a far-away Ranch ASAP!