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Candy Lore

I've been brainstorming over Candy's setting and origin a bit, and felt like creating a primer that brings people up to speed with regards to her story. Also just wanted to make sure I got it written down somewhere.

Apologies for the length. Once I got started, I was having way too much fun, and the origin part wound up turning into more of a short story than as the exposition I'd originally intended.

The Setting

Hundreds of years have passed since the events of the Pokemon Mystery Dungeon games. Things have been mostly peaceful, time has marched on, and by sheer coincidence the Pokemon world just happens to closely resemble late-90s/early-2000s North America, complete with suburbs, shopping malls, high schools, the internet, and so forth.

Don't think about it too hard.

There haven't been any mystery dungeons for centuries, and scholars largely consider them myths whose cultural origins are lost to the abyss of time. Humans are regarded like we might think of elves or unicorns, and there have been several popular fictional IPs based around what the denizens of the Pokemon world think humans are like. Or would be like, if they were even real.

Which they obviously aren't. Only babies think that.

The Guilds are still around, but function more like Masonic Lodges than any kind of rescue or exploration society. They do charity, coordinate holiday parades, throw block party barbecues - the typical sorts of things non-collegiate fraternities and sororities do.

However, the organization is subject to no end of conspiracy theories, and some of the members in the higher echelons may know more than they let on.

The Characters

Our protagonists are a quartet of teenage goth girls currently in their sophomore year of Treasure Town High: Candy Appelle the Sylveon, Melissa Nyanstein the Alolan Meowth, Ashley Ödet the Absol, and Zola Sionnach the Zorua. Candy, ever the pushy loud-mouth, has appointed herself the de-facto leader of the group. The others allow her this indulgence, mostly because they don't care, but also because it keeps her from whining about it.

The Incident

Candy herself had dreamt of becoming an Umbreon ever since she was in middle school, especially since she was the only normal type in her group of otherwise all dark-type friends. One weekend evening near the start of her sophomore year, and while still an Eevee, she could sense the time was right. With the rest of her crew in tow, she made her way to to her favorite outcropping overlooking the town, and waited.

There, with her best friends in the world (and Melissa) she felt the happiest she had ever been. "I'm so glad you girls could be here with me for this," she said, gathering everyone together in a group hug as best she could with her stubby little Eevee arms. "It means the world to me," she added, fighting back a small, emotional sniffle.

"Heh, gay."

"Shut up, Melissa."

As the full moon rose, she could feel the changes start. Giddy with excitement while the evolutionary light enveloped her, she closed her eyes and waited for the process to complete, a massive grin stretching upon her face from ear to ear.

Soon enough, the light subsided. Her eyes remained closed as she basked in the new sensation of being bigger, stronger, more powerful. Silence lingered as she waited for words of congratulations from her friends, only for it to be broken by the sounds of snickering from Melissa.

"That's a nice look for you, pinky."

Candy's eyes snapped open, only to be greeted by looks of horror from Ashley and Zola - and the sight of Melissa almost in tears as she fought back a barrage of laughter.

Her gaze shot downward as she raised her paws to her face. Instead of the midnight black she was expecting, she was greeted with a combination of pink and white fur. Panic grew as her head tilted forward, and she could feel something new brush against her throat: What appeared to be a living bow was now permanently fused to her chest. As if that wasn't enough, following the sensation of the new appendage led to fleshy, flexible "ribbons" extending outward from the bow, and she could feel them trembling as they reflected her deepening sense of dread.

Feeling movement against her head, she reached up with a paw and felt an almost identical configuration against her left ear, the ribbons mimicking the movements of their counterparts below.

Realization hit her like a truck.

A Sylveon.

A fucking Sylveon.

"I don't... what... h-how did..." The sputtering ineffectiveness of her words reflected the horrified confusion upon her face.

"Um, I think know why," Ashley chimed in with her shy, quiet tone. "Remember last week, during choir practice in Mrs. Primarina's class?"

Candy thought back, and almost choked as the memory resurfaced. During the refrain of the Kricketune Chorus, she had decided to show off, hitting the highest note as high and as loud as she could. One second she was singing her lungs out, the next, half of the students from the row in front of her were chaotically flying across the room.

"Oh! Congratulations Candy," Mrs. Primarina said excitedly amidst a cacophony of pained groans. "It looks like you just learned Disarming Voice! Now, please help your classmates over to Nurse Audino's office."

"A fairy move," chimed Zola, bringing her back to the present. "Don't you remember Eighth Grade? Those old 'Your Body, Your Evolution, and You' films they made us watch?"

Panic was quickly replaced by rage as the newly anointed Fairy type felt her blood begin to boil.

The expletive she let loose echoed across the valley like shrill thunder. It was spoken of in hushed, reverent tones for many years that followed.

"Guess you should have waited, huh?" Melissa's sly, mocking voice once again broke the following silence. "Would a tea party make you feel better? Maybe with some fancy doilies?"

[- START BLASTIN?! -]

Since when a living rock knows how to shoot magic stuff?!? Holy moly!!!

BEWARE. This eridian is dangerous! She knows how to blast things!

Thanks to her size being twice the size of an average Eridian size (Rocky size), she is able to house HUGE amounts of energy, similarly to Gracie. While an inexperienced Celestial being, she is aware of herself being able to cast a form of energy but isn’t sure how to. When Gracie came around, they both also find out they are not alone and happened to be similar age. (About 127 earth years.) They then teach each other a few tricks and then, Kosmos finds out she is CAPABLE of breathing Grace’s atmosphere with no issues by destroying the life support system on accident. (Basically exerted TONS of energy at once.) They were practicing in space since there is nothing to destroy around them. (After that, Gracie immediately took Kosmos and brought her to the ship that’s not exactly “breathable” for Kosmos but that’s how they find out! Kosmos is fine and learned how to be careful when blastin energy ball.

No One came into the world in 4E 174 (24th Sun's Dawn), a year before the White-Gold Concordat tore the Empire apart. She would never answer to "Arya"—the name her parents had chosen with quiet affection before she’d even drawn her first breath.

Nagá Fernvale, her mother, was a Bosmer adventurer from Valenwood, born with wanderlust and no intention of settling down. Curious about the world, wanting to see all of Tamriel, she traveled widely, excited to see the lands beyond her homeland's canopy. That curiosity was what later got her into trouble.

GARAGE BAND THE MIX-CD

I love drawing my characters before they were hit by the trauma wave

lore and speedpaint below if you so desire

✌🏾😈🔮▪︎ Purgatorio Art Dump ▪︎🔮😈✌🏾

Heyo it's me, back at it again with another project.

Okay but in all seriousness, this has probably been the wildest one I've been on, but in a good + learning experience way.

I haven't felt very much into my original characters for a long time now, ( PacAU doesn't count it's more of a fan-work I'm obsessed with lol.) which I know kinda sucks to hear since some do like my other original stories + concepts but ngl the previous ones just didn't *CLICK* for me. Felt like I was more-so doing them for portfolio reasons rather then actually digging the "story/characters" Ya'know? Not to say I don't like em or will never return to them, but It just didn't feel like I was into it If that makes any sense.

I was in a slight funk during Febuarry + March and thought randomly one day about Bloto. My old persona Bloto ( who isn't my persona anymore and hasn't been for awhile btw ) was always kinda a blank slate of a character so I was like: " What if I made them have a human form to blend in with ppl. " so concept art started then boom lore and a story for it too SOOO now we are here. I also managed to slip in my crack-ship here somehow so bonus points.

I've kinda gotten hyper-fixated on this one as of late. Feels weird to say but I haven't felt this STRONG BOND ever since I created PacAU LOL. I have a sunshine son and night daughter now.

SO ANYWAYS, I recommend following my bluesky + main twitter for updates revolving around these guys but I will TRY to post more oc stuff here. DO NOT quote me on that though.

BASIC INFO TO KNOW FOR NOW:

Beatrix / Bloto: Beatrix is Bloto's human disguise they turn into in order to blend with mortals ever since they were banished from Montero ( The Daimon relam ) to the earthly-mortal one; Purgatorio, mostly referred to as Atorio. They were kicked out due to attempted murder of a friend who had betrayed them. . . Now they are stuck on Atorio with cuffs that can't come off as punishment, but it allows them to turn into a human while working as a art teacher and protector at a church+academy.

Dante: A close friend to Beatrix/Bloto who is into the paranormal and the supernatural while trying to solve his family curse. . . Maybe the mysterious but heroic Daimon in town can help him? He does not know Bloto IS Beatrix in the earlier parts of the story.

Jewels / Jezebel : A happy go-lucky Daimon who was banished for not performing their daily qouta, so she would be shunned to the human realm. Even so, she has never thrived better than before as fashion designer on Atorio referring to herself as Jewels. She and Beatrix/Bloto at first don't see eye to eye as polar opposites, but eventually become good friends. Especially after learning the two are both Daimons.

Father/Headmaster Donovan : One of the earliest Daimons exiled for unknown reasons and the man who found Bloto/Beatrix after their banishment. . . To not give attention, he raises them as his own as an act but clearly shows deep care for them. Runs a pretty normal church/academy.

Other character info will come out later as I'm drawing more stuff but that's basic info you have for now lolz.