Kólos the Salazzle

## Kólos

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### Player

Kalat the Cow#2132

Kólos is a level 57 Salazzle who despite being once respected, is now either forgotten or feared.

## **Moveset**

**Shadow Claw**

**Incinerate**

**Payback**

**Torment**

## **Backstory**

### **Before the Beginning**

It was a calm evening when a child was born to two parents, A child of mew by the name of Spica, and a loyal yet low-ranking knight of a place once called Galar named Jens. They had one other friend, the only one who knew of Spica’s heritage other than Jens, that being a Cacturne by the name of Esmeralda, and it was she who was chosen to be the child’s godparent, the one that would raise then if anything should happen to the new parents. Esmerelda was cruel but hid her wants well until she got them, her want throughout all of her life being power and control because of what happened to her in her youth. She knew that this child had the direct blood of mew in them, and thus had power above most, so she devied a plan to take this power for herself. It was only seven days since the child, recently just named “Isolda” to serve as a mimic of her godmother, was born that tragedy struck. No one would know what happened until the morning came, both Spica and Jens were found dead in bed together, their bodies impaled with thorny protrusions that rose from under where they slept, their child gone. A few people remember hearing a child crying in the streets late that night, and that child was the one stolen by Esmerelda. As she did not know the name of the child, she elected to call her “Kólos” (κώλος, asshole in Greek) because of how the crying annoyed her so.

### **The Uncorruptable (Birth - 16)**

Kólos was raised in an unloving and uncaring home for her formative years, the only time Esmeralda really caring for her is when she was too Ill to work on her normal chores such as managing the garden outside, cleaning the house spotless, and dealing with the rubbish bins. When she was not sick, Kólos had to make sure to keep her chores up to date as much as possible, as slacking would result in harsh and unjust punishment including beatings, starvation, and the one that was remembered most: Acupuncture. She always tried her best, she always tried to wear a smile and be cheerful, it’s what she was taught. Everything changed in her mind one day when Kólos was 16 when she sent out to get groceries all by herself; She was walking back home when she noticed something in the haze of the desert heat… There were two feral flying types picking at third who despite being broken open like a piñata, was still moving, still alive, being tormented by their own kind. Seeing this made something click inside of her, something that had been brewing for so long but only now got to see the light. Kólos was late getting home as she spent her time tormenting the bird until it finally died. When she finally arrived back home, Esmerelda was furious with her for being out later than she was scheduled to be out, yelling at her louder than ever before. Kólos had had enough, for when Esmerelda went to swing at her, she retaliated with ember, her first time ever fighting back, her first time ever feeling so alive. She kept using ember on Esmerelda until the PP for the move had ran out, the cacti having gone up in flames and with her, the house. Kólos took a few moments to revel in what she had done, she had taken out her tormentor for so many years, the one who laid a scar on her mind that would set in motion so, so many heinous acts to come. Before she fled not only the home she was tormented in, but also the town she called home, she took a moment to find something that she was always drawn towards for some odd reason: A brass crown, slightly jagged in design as if it was made without much knowledge of working with the metal.

### **The Scarred (16 - 24)**

There was not much that happened in the time between when Kólos left the place she grew up in and when she found a new light in her life, as during this time she was simply a common scoundrel in the Redpetal area, stealing food here and there to live, every once and a while beating people up just to feel power over them. The most notable thing on this page of the book of Kólos is the first life she had taken not out of revenge; it was stormy, foggy, not many people could see what was going on, especially around the outskirts of the town. Kólos had gotten into a fight with another Pokémon, who it was and what their type is doesn’t matter, all that matters is that she was able to take them out quickly, not landing the fatal blow in battle. They were begging for mercy and would have run away if given it… but Kólos remembered the time she was able to play with one who struggled, one who had no way to defend themselves as she played with them. She dug her claws into the chest of her first proper victim, holding their snout so they couldn’t scream. She kept playing with their body for what felt like days to the victim, but it was only around 45 minutes, them having died at 30. While most would be mortified from what they did, Kólos felt joy, that feeling she felt where she was so much above someone else… That feeling made her feel so alive.

### **Loyalty blossoms (24)**

It was another horrible winter, colder than the last that came before it, a few of those that didn’t have homes already freezing to death, and Kólos was set to follow in their footsteps. La Casa Monstro was recently formed at this point, and aside from just trying to get a foothold in the town, was also looking for new members, so one cold winter day, one of the few members went out to both help and recruit. It only took them an hour to return with that of a Salandit, one with a brass crown on their head, one that had passed out from hunger and from the cold. It took the Salandit, Kólos, a few hours to wake up once again, finding herself in that of a warm bed with something to eat right nearby her with a letter on it, the letter being ignored in place of the food. After eating and looking around, Kólos wrapped the blanket around herself and headed outside into a hallway, one where she got to meet the guild master of La Casa Monstro: Maria Rossi. On seeing the lizard, Maria approached to explain the situation, but the approach just led Kólos to back off in fear because of the difference in their sizes. She was consoled and told that everything was okay, that no harm was going to come to her here, that she was safe… Safe was not a word Kólos had really felt the meaning of in so long, if ever, so she was still skeptical of all this, but let her guard down just a small bit. She was told what happened, that she would have been dead if they did not find her, that she now has a place to go. This all came as a big shock to Kólos, she had lived so much of her life in either fear or making others fear her so far that finally having a place where she doesn’t have to have any fear live was… it was nice, nice enough to make the Salandit tear up and dive into a hug, simply telling Maria two words: “Thank you.”

### **The Loyal (24 - 42)**

Early on in Kólos’ days in the guild, she took small, odd jobs to help out as she wasn’t offered any of the more dangerous jobs due to the nature of her join. **WIP**

## **Attire and Equipment**

There are two main things that Kólos keeps on her at all times, that being both the brass crown atop her head and the knife made out of the bones of her first proper victim that is kept safe in a sheath on her tail. The story of how she got the crown is simple, but it's what the crown means is what's important. The crown is something she obtained from Esmerelda's home after killing her and burning it to the ground, feeling a strange connection to it. The crown belonged to Spica, and before that It belonged to and was made by Middle, her mother and grandfather respectively. Her knife is a much more interesting tale as it was something she had made out of the bones of her first proper victim. After mutilating the body she got a strange idea on seeing their exposed bones and a sharp part of their body, she would make something to inflict pain in ways she couldn't before, more precise then ever before... From her first victim, she made a knife.

## **Trivia**

* Kólos can actually speak Greek, all but one word she just understands as her name and not an insult.
* Kólos will not intentionally harm children, and even leads them out of the Great Forest
* Kólos sometimes mistake small Pokémon for children, especially if they're injured.
* While a normal Salazzle is around 3'11", Kólos is slightly shorter, being around 3'7".

## **Old info (To be changed)**

Kólos is a level 60 Salazzle who is known for being absolutely bloody insane, not holding back her want to harm others even a little bit.

### **Moveset**

* Shadow Claw
* Poison Gas
* Venom Drench
* Torment

### **Backstory**

Kólos was raised within the East Astrean Desert, Although not by her parents, as she has absolutely no idea who they actually are. The one who raised her was a Cacturne by the name of Esmeralda, and she treated Kólos like absolute garbage, beating her for every little thing she got wrong, from not sweeping somewhere in the house to just spilling a tiny bit of water, anything done was met with violence. When Kólos had reached the age of 16, she encountered something that most should not see, that being two feral flying types ripping apart a third with their beaks, the sight of it exciting her, unlocking something new that she never had before. It was when she returned home that day and was about to be beaten once again that Kólos snapped, setting ablaze the one who both raised and tormented her, leaving her burning alive as she fled the town, things set in motion that led to horrors all fear...

It was a few years after Kólos fled her previous home before she found any place where she could rest her head once again, that being the town of Redpedal. It was obviously in a much different state when she arrived as this was a time before the guild, where there were mainly only freelancers to stop the criminals that scoured the town and the surrounding areas, although while some did it out of the kindness of their hearts, there was obviously the ones who asked for money. It was around this time that Kólos had made a friend that showed disdain for the state that Redpedal was currently in because it was either letting criminals run wild or letting freelancers go wild and take as much as they want just to get rid of these criminals. Now, most people would be nice and do what they can to help clear these problems from the city, but a certain Salazzle he wasn't exactly like that, she had ideas in her head that she wanted to do, and she saw the best way to achieve these would be to act all nice and seem as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Kólos decided to help her friend out with the guild, like any normal person or would, and so it would stay that way until a month or two later when she was found dealing with one of the outlaws that were captured. Due to the previously missing inmates, Kólos was quickly banished from not only the guild but the entirety of the town itself, which means that there was no reason to keep up the act anymore, there was no reason to be nice to anyone... And this starts her slipping more and more, down into pure psychopathy

It has been many a year since the events at the guild happened, and Kólos has had more and more time to degrade mentally into the person she is today, more and more time to become sick and twisted and not care about the lives of another unless that life is at the end of a blade held in her hands...

### **Personality**

Kólos No longer has the same mind, and truly It's a mystery to those that encounter her if she ever did as she seems so far down the rabbit hole that It's almost impossible to tell. There only a few things that this woman enjoys openly, and that's the fear on the faces of others that she has in her grasp, the scent of a fresh cut on their body, and the taste of their blood whether it be on her blade or actually getting their taste. Now surprisingly there is something that she does search for in life, and that's another person to whom she could show her ways, although she has a hard time keeping them as whenever a single slip up is made, she disposes of them.

Now Kólos has a few interests other than the obvious sadistic and psychotic behaviors, although even though she is good at some of them, It all usually leads back to the same thing. One example of a thing she is particularly good at is actually gardening of all things, usually focusing on growing cacti and things of that ilk, although sadly the whole gardening thing doesn't just end with that as she normally uses anything she grows to torture and maim, except for the cacti, there is some occasions where she will look at one and decide to burn it to ash, watching it fade away. Another thing she has not only shown particular interest in but has shown to be fairly good at is engineering, being able to rig together some simple contraptions that actually could have a real-world use, but sadly everything she rigs together is for pain because even though there are things she is good at and could honestly do instead of what she does, she decides to use those things just for fueling her own psychopathic tendencies.

### **Normal accessories**

Kólos does not carry many things with her, as she has to stay on the roads to keep from getting locked up for the rest of her days, but one of the few things she carries on her is a collection of knives made from the bones of a long-dead race, making them almost completely irreplaceable unless she can find and/or steal more of what makes these blades. Now another thing she keeps on her person is a worn brass crown, something that she feels a strange connection with for a reason that she can't explain.