Dia the Gardevoir [Done]

Dia the Gardevoir


"Do not worry, everything is alright~"

Name:
Dia Sienn
Alias:
Doctor
Age:
32
Gender:
Female
Height:
5'8''
Weight:
123 kbs
Alignment:
Orrean Resident
Birth Date:
25 Dec. 2011 
Birth Place:
Orre


Perk:
Hypnotic Suggestion - Being a psychic-type, Dia is capable of influencing minds of others in ways favorable to her. She can make her voice and her words sound incredibly compelling and convincing, and the effect is magnified when she looks the target in the eyes. This ability does not work too well on types of pokemon resistant to psychic abilities.


Personality:

Dia gives the impression of a kind, caring, and incredibly calm individual. Befitting her position of a doctor, she is always there to give a hand, help the sick and injured, and all that jam. She is outspoken, eloquent, and has an easy time connecting to anyone, be that human or another pokemon. The gardevoir has a gentle touch, and a certain air of a demure maiden following her around. At the same time, she can be decisive and even bossy, in questions regarding administration and schedules. A well-natured, empathic individual and a useful member of the society.

That is what she used to be.

And these traits she desperately tries to emulate. However, deep down inside, she had changed. Undergoing Shadow Transformation had left an imprint on her personality. Kindness, empathy, desire to help... She does not feel those much, anymore. Dia knows that she must, but she can't. And with each passing day it becomes worse. She no longer cares about whether or not her wards live or die, and does not care about her suffering. The gardevoir cannot feel their pain, and can barely feel her own. She can barely feel much of anything, but hides it under an elaborate facade.

At the same time, she knows what is going on. And the one thing she can still feel profoundly is fear. Fear is what motivates most of her actions now. Fearing discovery of being a shadow pokemon, fearing someone finding out about her experiments, fearing of losing her emotions completely... The list goes on. The only things left inside her are fear and self-servitude. She wants to find a way to cure herself of the Shadows. This gardevoir will stop at nothing to achieve that goal. 

Dia had adopted several habits since her transformation, some of them unhealthy. She keeps a diary of herself, and writes in it every day, in order to remember who she was, and what she is becoming. Unable to feel much of anything, she often conducts acts of self-harm, like stabbing her own palm with a pen, right through, only to heal it after. To solicit any kind of emotional response, she requires a catalyst, often in ridiculous quantities. She seeks thrills, in all sorts of ways, to fill the empty void that keeps growing. Inability to feel is wreaking havoc on her psyche, as she is supposed to be an emotion pokemon. 

Appearance:

Dia is a very tall Gardevoir, enough to reach the height of an average adult female. Her figure is very narrow - she has long limbs, and a big round head. She tends to wear orange clothes, and a red ribbon on her chest, while hiding the heart-stone under the clothes. Aside from that, the Gardevoir wears a small stone on a chain around her head - an ornamental piece of jewelry, nothing more.


Personal History:

Dear Diary,

I am writing this for myself, to remind myself who I used to be, in case I forgot. With recent developments, I fear that this outcome is very likely. My name is Dia Sienn. The last name is a human thing, but it was the last name of my master, Nikolai Sienn. I was in his employ for more than 20 years. The man raised me as if I were his own daughter, not a pokemon, so I thought it was only ... appropriate. Father ... was a brilliant scientific mind, a professor in the Orre Medical University. As I grew up, I wanted to be just like him.

Battles did not interest me much, nor would Father force me into such barbaric competitions. Instead, he taught me medicine. Once I evolved into Gardevoir, he enrolled me into University as his laboratory assistant. I was happy to help him out, and developed a passion for the craft. Medicine is a field rife with emotion, both positive and negative. Patients come with negative feelings plaguing their minds, but leave with feelings of gratitude and relief. 

As a psychic pokemon, I chose to study human and pokemon psychology. With my ... unique insights, and my Father's tutorship, I quickly rose to the top of the class. It was a truly fascinating subject. Pharmacy, medical hypnosis, psychoanalysis, I excelled in all these subjects. My graduation happened on my 16th "birthday" - the day when Father brought me home from from the Daycare center. 

I had a bright future ahead of me. With my medical knowledge and psychic powers, I treated many from their disorders that would have otherwise left them crippled for life. It was good, satisfying work. People came to me in despair, and left in happiness. My psychic powers allowed me to influence their mind directly, correcting that which can't be fixed via positive reinforcement, verbal psychological techniques, and medications. I worked as a nurse, and later as an advanced practice nurse in Orre Central Mental Rehabilitation Center. 

Age 19, I became an MD, defending my dissertation, titled "The use of Pokemon abilities in human nursing and healthcare". I patented several psychological influence techniques which proved effective in treating clinical depression and personality disorders. I also enrolled with Orre Medical University, as an aspirant researcher. Following in my father's footsteps, in every possible way. I made him so proud. He said I was going to become a star, a prodigy. Sadly, these dreams were not to be...

One evening, I was returning late from the University, when a black minivan stopped across the street. Two people wearing black emerged, and before I could sense their hostile intention, they were upon me. I could not fight them off, and so they dragged me away, somewhere I didn't know. They were the goons of Cypher Corporation, that made shadow pokemon. They didn't care whom they grabbed for their experimentation. Naturally, they did not listen to me. They strapped me to their machine and conducted the procedure.

It was not ... pleasant. 

Darkness filled my mind, draining all emotion, and replacing them with the most basic and violent ones. Anger, rage, desire to hurt others. After they changed me, they tried to make me into a weapon. However, they soon discovered that I was unsuitable for it. I never fought in my life, and all the rage I had was powerless against even a marginally-competent foe. Remembering my words, they instead used me for research, with me being both the scientist, and the test subject. It gave me insights into the project. Insights nobody else has.

I spent a few years in captivity. During that time, I managed to control the darkness inside my mind. Bottle it up in a small corner of my conscience, and focus on the tasks at hand. I was treated well, relatively. One of the scientists was sympathetic towards me. Amy, her name. She was hired for this project, and I don't think she enjoyed it very much. I worked in her division, until the public outcry put an end to the tests. Cypher faced charges, the division was disbanded. And I was ... free.

I returned to an empty home. My father died a year ago. He never got over my sudden absence, and I meant everything to him. I found his will, which stated that all of his property and possessions were to be given to me, whenever I return. There was ... much. Father was very rich, but never spent a lot, preferring a modest life. My position within Orre Medical University was restored. Seeing how Shadow Pokemon were treated, I hid my own condition from everyone. I hid it very well. I was able to control my dark impulses, so well nobody else would even suspect a thing. 

But I knew, deep down inside, that something was wrong. At first, I tried to ignore it. But the corruption bottled inside started breaking through the seal. My empathy was slowly seeping away. As I treated people and healed their mental and physical scars, I noticed that I simply ceased to care. What brought me happiness and satisfaction, no longer did so. All the things that I enjoyed were no longer enjoyable. At first I thought it was depression caused by my Father's death. I visited several fellow therapists to help me. But they were all powerless against it. I knew what was causing it. The Shadows inside my mind, they keep spreading.

I had to find a way to stop them, before it is too late. At first, I tried experimenting on myself, to find a cure. It lead me close to death, as an experimental drug caused a massive seizure. It was not going to work that way. I needed someone to test my theories on. Test subjects. Shadow Pokemon who's lives would not be missed. I would have never even considered it, in the past. This idea is breaching all medical ethical norms that exist. No nursing theory framework would justify what I was about to do. But I can't help myself. The disease is spreading. And I just don't seem to care as much as I used to.

"Shadow Pokemon Rehabilitation Center" - that is my solution. A charity organization that I founded, dedicated to treating and housing Shadow Pokemon. The sign does not lie - it is indeed what it states it is. Many wretched creatures are brought here. I was surprised when one of the first creatures to appear at my doorstep was Blade. A bisharp from Cypher Laboratories. He used to be my guard, and my jailer. The years were not kind to him. All he knew was how to fight. But he was also helpless, in a way. He did not know how to make decisions - all his life he spent guarding prisoners in Cypher's labs. When the labs closed, he did not know where to go. I took him in, out of pity. I could still feel pity back then. 

My center saw booming success. Many volunteers, many refugees, each with their own sad story. I'm trying to help them... Or it is what I tell myself so I could sleep. I am helping myself. I test on them things I am too afraid to test on myself. Some of them die. It could've been me. But it's alright. Better them, not me. I will record every passing day in this Diary. Some observations indicate that Shadows can alter memories and destroy your very identity. That is death. Worse than death, since the creature living inside my body would not be me. It would be ... something else. I am scared. Fright is one of the few things I still feel very acutely, next to physical pain. I must find the cure. Save myself. While there is still anything left to save...

Dia Sienn. Do not forget. Dia Sienn.

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Pokemon's Name: Blade

Species: Bisharp

Gender: Male

Personality: Appears quiet and restrained, but it is not so. In fact, he is one of the most violent Shadow Pokemon in Dia's rehabilitation center. The reasons why he does not lash out at every thing that looks even remotely threatening is because she keeps him sedated with medications and psychic powers. He can be naive and oblivious to mundane situations and things, and stays away from crowds or society in general. He is fanatically loyal to Dia, borderlining an unhealthy fixation, and following her everywhere she goes. Everywhere. This obsessive behavior could be seen as disturbing, but Dia got used to it already. After all, she is the one pulling the strings. And he obeys her every command. 

Moves:

Night Slash

Iron Head 
--Shadow Break

--Shadow Half

Swords Dance

Rock Polish