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Name: Yveltal
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Name: Jessalyn MacDougall
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Occupation: Criminal/Illegal trainer, and aspiring Gym Leader or Elite Four member (she's specifically looking to displace Malva, whom she despises)
Appearance:
Jessalyn is a tall, dark beauty. She is 6'1" tall, with a lean, toned, long-legged body and a light skin tone. Her long raven hair is slightly wavy and goes down to her waist, though it is usually styled in either a messy, loose braid or in a simple, unkempt ponytail, with long bangs falling to the left of her face. Her facial features are strong and can be described as "dramatic", with dark, arched brows, a straight nose, an angular face shape and striking emerald-colored eyes framed with long, dark lashes often coated in black mascara - one of the few types of makeup she chooses to wear aside from black eyeshadow and black eyeliner. Her teeth are slightly yellow, as she smokes on occasion. Her breasts are very large and prominent - and she isn't shy about them either. Jessalyn's navel is pierced and decorated with a gunmetal-colored skull stud. Her other piercings include three on each ear, decorated with dark cross-shaped studs and dark hoops, and one on her left nostril, adorned with a gunmetal-colored hoop. She also has a tattoo of a tribal-style wolf on her upper-left arm. Her hands and forearms have scars of varying lengths, caused by a number of accidents in the laboratory assisting in dangerous experiments while she was still under Team Rocket.
Jessalyn is one who dislikes particularly girly or classy clothing, as well as light colors. Do not try to put her in a pastel dress unless you have a death wish. She loves black, has a
huge weakness for skulls of all sorts, rips in her clothes and the like, and enjoys wearing dark styles. Her most commonly-worn piece of clothing is a zip-up leather vest with a skeleton ribcage print in dark gray. This vest also has an attached hood (not in leather, mind you) with its front having a printed skull in the same dark gray. Jessalyn gravitates towards shirts that either have skull prints, fishnet, rips and tears in them (with or without safety pins) or any combination of them. Unlike most people, she isn't at all ashamed of her cleavage either, and she shows it, even though it *might* be against regulation. For bottoms, she favors pants and shorts rather than dresses or skirts. She's most commonly seen wearing shredded black denim minishorts or tight, black leather pants with ripped knees. For shoes, she generally favors heavy, sturdy boots, usually either black lace-up combat boots or knee-high black motorcycle boots decorated with belts that have skulls and sharp spikes on them. She wears black leather fingerless gloves with iron knuckle studs almost all the time, and also often wears a black newsboy hat with a skull print and a Celtic cross pin...even in class. Aside from her piercings, the only jewelry she wears is a black iron chain around her neck. Jessalyn
hates formal dresses, partly because it's so uncomfortable, and partly because of her bad experiences around Erik.
Personality: Jessalyn is someone who's difficult to get to know, and her attitude can be described as prickly and troubled. Not the most sociable person, she finds it difficult to trust people and warm up to them. At times, she even pushes them away. She has a pretty good reason for being pessimistic however, as she's lived most of her life around people most would not consider as trustworthy. She's haunted by her past as a Team Rocket grunt under her own caretaker, and as a result wants to fix things as much as possible and cut off any ties she might have with the organization, and by extension, Johto as well. It's obvious that she wants a normal life, one free of abuse and threats, and tries her best to turn back on the things she regrets doing. She is however a free-spirited, rebellious and headstrong person by nature, not one who enjoys being bound by strict rules, especially rules that she doesn't agree with, and prefers to do things according to her own set of principles on what she thinks is right. She's not a fan of institutions in general, and relies on her herself to choose her own path, and for her, what's right is what works best and most effectively. She doesn't want to be anyone's tool, and lashes out against those whom she perceives will try to use her. She's the opposite of an idealist, preferring to be practical in her approach towards many things, and would willingly throw propriety out of the window any day, especially if it gets the job done. She's an independent girl who would much rather rely on herself to take care of and fix things rather than choose to lean on others, evidently seen in how she tried to ensure her brother's safety. Rather than choosing to deal with the authorities who had the inclination to turn a blind eye towards Team Rocket's activities, she took matters into her own hands and earned money by hustling at pool, participating in motorcycle races, working as a bartender and using her expertise at card games, just so that she could make sure that her brother really was safe. Her heart is in the right place most of the time, it's just that the methods she prefers and her way of thinking can sometimes make her seem uncaring and cold.
Jessalyn is not what one considers feminine, and is actually the farthest thing from a girly-girl, with boyish and far-from-refined interests. She's streetwise, reckless and far from proper. For her, trying to be a "lady" would only cause her suffering and headaches, hence, she chooses to just be herself, without compromising anything. She's not affected by what others think about her tendencies, and makes no effort to please. She swears a lot and isn't ashamed about it. She's also especially skilled at pool and many card games, and is not fazed by opponents bigger than her, being trained at fighting (the one thing she appreciates from being trained as a grunt) and is naturally strong (her punch is particularly painful) herself. She's one to take her bets seriously, and hates it when people try to cheat her when for her "a deal's a deal", usually resorting to violent methods if people don't cooperate. She does think that "might makes right" applies in dealing with and fixing a lot of situations and acts on this a lot, which can get her into trouble at times. She's a risk-taker by nature, preferring to take her chances than do nothing. A brave and fearless girl, she believes in her own capabilities, as mentioned above, and never backs down from a challenge.
Under this however, she is still a caring person, and has a certain way of looking out for people that isn't exactly the softest. She might be difficult to get along with and is often prickly towards others due to her trust issues stemming from her youth, but once she opens up and learns to trust, she's someone you'd be proud of to be your friend. She helps her friends in her own way, protects them the best she could, and stands up for them without hesitation. She might be intimidating, cynical and difficult, yet she does have a tender, if hardened, heart somewhere in there. She might be moody and easily angered, but she definitely has a better side, though it's rarely seen and manifests in less-than-traditionally-gentle ways. In terms of romance, she's pretty reluctant to get into a relationship due to her previous experiences with Erik, and would like to think that she shouldn't be falling in love. Like every normal person though, she has emotions, and is not immune to perhaps falling for someone. Expect her to deny it a lot when it happens, though. She thinks love is stupid and makes one weak and vulnerable, after all. She also
does not like getting into relationships with much older men, thanks to her previous experiences.
Jessalyn is naturally drawn to the dark side in just about everything, and thus her taste is dark, enjoying things such as loud, rough death metal, black metal and other types of heavy music, dark clothing (her wardrobe is very, very black), Dark Pokemon and macabre motifs. She enjoys many different types of alcohol (being a former bartender herself), and has an expectedly high tolerance level. She is also surprisingly a great cook, and knows how to utilize even the oddest ingredients in creating delicious meals, a skill she learned from one of her roommates. Though she might not look it, she has a lovely soprano singing voice. This is something she particularly has issues with because of how Erik used to praise her for it, and would coerce her to sing for him and take part in his cover-up stage productions. She never reveals this particular talent of hers, and prefers that nobody knows about it, as said skill is very contrary to how she is, and also reminds her too much of Erik (and her time as his "dark siren"). This does not mean that she hates it entirely - part of her really does want to sing, it's just...the baggage that comes with it that's the issue.
Jessie is practical, street-smart and confident in her abilities, knowing her way around many things and how to take care of herself. Of course, this means that she often doesn't rely on others and instead, tries to deal with just about anything on her own, as much as possible. Her issues are her own to deal with, and, knowing that she can handle a lot of things by herself, hates it when people impose on her and try to help her out, having the impression that needing help is equivalent to being helpless and weak. While she has good practical intelligence, however, she is not very book-smart or cultured. This often can make her look out of place in certain circles of Kalos and other high-class settings.
History: Jessalyn's life can be described as rather complicated. The oldest child of impoverished parents from Goldenrod City, her parents had a difficult time supporting their children and were often between jobs. In order to take care of her and her younger brother Alastair, they took on grunt jobs in Team Rocket under Erik Gallagher - an ugly, scarred yet seemingly decent man and one of the most prolific scientist admins in the organization. Erik was not only a scientist - he was also a patron of the arts who owned the biggest theater in Goldenrod City. They also eventually entrusted Jessie and Alastair to Erik - he was an intelligent and cultured man after all, and while he was supposedly rumored to carry out particularly dangerous experiments, neither of the MacDougalls saw any actual proof when working in his laboratories...they thought that surely, said rumors were bogus and Erik could provide a much better life for the children. Jessie and her brother thus, grew up in comfort for the first few years of their lives. Erik initially seemed to be a doting father figure, taking care of them in an uncharacteristically tender manner that seemed so opposite his face and his notorious reputation within Team Rocket, even allowing their real parents to visit them at times. The girl grew up to be strong-willed, stubborn and sociable, enjoying roughhousing and playing with the other kids of Team Rocket members, thinking at that time, that everything was going to be alright, and life was going to be normal for her. Erik was particularly doting towards her, often praising her for her looks, her stubbornness, her skill at pool (he was a very good player and taught her) and the lovely voice she was revealed to have after he caught her singing one of the songs he often listened to. Sometimes, he wished for her to be more feminine and to be less rough around the other Team Rocket kids, but he felt that it was a small price to pay for taking in someone who could potentially be an asset to Team Rocket, though neither Jessie nor Alastair knew about his plans.
Truth be told, Erik was only waiting for the right moment before he could involve Jessie and Alastair into Rocket's activities, as well as make his move on
her (creepy and lonely man that he is, he found her hauntingly beautiful even as a child, and her voice just added to her appeal, despite her rough nature), and he had a hand in said "moment", when an accident at the Lake of Rage under "mysterious circumstances" killed her parents and left her and Alastair orphaned. Erik, then, became their sole guardian. While at first, he still remained his normal self, it would only be a matter of time before Jessie learned the truth the hard way. She just happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time. She had wandered into the empty Goldenrod theater on a Sunday afternoon, and noticed an open trapdoor onstage. Being the naturally adventurous sort, she went down to take a look. What she expected to be a small chamber was actually an oddly sterile-looking, well-lit corridor, reminiscent of some of the laboratories Erik oversaw. As she passed through its length, she began to hear voices, some of which were familiar to her - voices of scientists who often dropped by to speak with Erik, and some which she couldn't put a face to. She also began to notice odd obstacles, as if it was meant to keep people out. Jessie wasn't at all fazed and instead, kept going, somehow figuring out a way through. It was only a matter of time before she reached a set of metal doors with more than a few "Keep Out" signs and other warnings. Ignoring said warnings, she pushed the door open and found herself in a large underground laboratory. This laboratory wasn't like any of the laboratories Erik ran - the tools and equipment looked more advanced, odd smells wafted in the air, and the personnel had a more sinister vibe. Immediately, she knew that this was something she was not meant to know about or even
see, and that the wise thing to do was to run back and forget about the whole thing. She wasn't exactly wise, though, and impulsively began to look around. However, one of the scientists spotted her and picked her up, beginning to interrogate her. He was stopped, however, by none other than
Erik. He smirked and calmly urged his subordinate to release Jessie, telling him that everything was alright, and that the girl was eleven - she might as well know the truth...it was only a matter of time after all.
"What truth? What the hell have you been hiding?" Jessie asked. Erik had been nothing but kind to her, and while she didn't like exactly like raising her voice at the man she considered her father, the thought that he had been keeping big secrets from her was more than a little bothersome. What made this laboratory different from the others that it had to be hidden under a theater? She knew of the rumors surrounding Erik's experiments, but she always believed in the compassion and tenderness he showed to her and Alastair. More scientists and staff noticed the commotion and began to openly question Erik, some of them less than civilly. The admin tried to diffuse the tension by assuring them that "MacDougall is a strong girl. She'll take to this, alright." Some of them, however, didn't seem like they were convinced, and Jessie heard a couple of particularly hostile scientists jeering at Erik and brought up his scars as a mark of incompetence, "too much time wasted on theater", and poor judgment. Later that night, Erik visited her in her bedroom, asking her to come sleep with him for the night. Jessie refused, again asking for answers. Erik placed his hands on her shoulders and told her that because he was a powerful man who had powerful allies, he inevitably had powerful enemies, and that it was only human nature to protect himself. "You do forgive me, do you?" He asked softly, and as Jessie pondered whether to do so, Erik tenderly kissed her on her head and placed a rough finger on her lips momentarily. Jessie looked at him and saw the loneliness and sadness in his dark eyes, the scars and burned flesh that marred the right half of his face, now that he had taken off the realistic half-mask he usually wore. From the time she knew him, she always held pity for him. The underground chamber wasn't the only time Erik's face was brought up; she wasn't deaf after all. And there had to be an explanation why Erik always disappeared at odd hours, or put on theater productions at particular times. He had always treated her kindly, always was tender with her...surely there was more beyond the mask he wore and the scars he bore, something that she, at least, saw? She didn't answer him, however, and instead lay down on her bed. Erik switched off the lights, but instead of leaving, he joined her on her bed and held her, kissing her once more, this time on her cheek. "Sing for me, my siren?" He asked, and Jessie sang, her high, clear soprano lulling him to sleep, while she lay with her eyes wide open into the morning.
It took a short time for him to start showing his admin side around Jessie, as he started to train her to become one of them. It started with small, menial tasks, such as fighting lessons, being taken down to the hidden laboratory more often, and learning some lines and some songs for his musicals - she was to perpetuate the lie that the theater was just a theater after all. However, it gradually escalated into something that rang warning bells in the young girl's head. Suddenly, messages had to be delivered to other places in Kanto and Johto known for being Team Rocket hotspots, mysterious packages from the laboratory had to be smuggled past high-security places, and the girl started to learn how to do things such as create small explosives, mix poisons and fight. Worse, Erik decided to add musical productions as part of his regular theater offerings, in order to take advantage of Jessie's voice and rather developed looks...he even went so far as to cast her in many of the leading roles of his productions, claiming that only she had the voice to carry them (in reality, this was a way to make sure Jessie's time was occupied while not carrying out grunt work, to maintain the illusion that the theater was just a theater, and so that she was not bound do anything stupid that could expose them...twelve-year-olds were loose-lipped after all). Now fighting, she took to very quickly and admittedly loved, as she was already a rough-and-tumble child to begin with, but she did not enjoy being ordered around doing the other things expected of her. Fighting and being fit was
not a bad thing, but she
did not enjoy being pushed around like a gopher to do the other things expected of her and she
hated how she couldn't ask any questions. She
hated being forced to memorize lines and the sense of being owned and held captive that she now felt. It did not help her now-conflicted and tumultuous feelings that the 50-something-year-old Erik had developed a
particularly strange interest on her when she was twelve, starting to make subtle advances on the girl, kissing her on the cheek and tender words at first, but quickly moving into kissing her on the lips and asking her to sleep with him. At first, she did not know how to feel about Erik. After all, how could the man with the face of a monster but with a heart that proved otherwise go against the nature Jessie knew him to have? For all the time she knew him, she always pitied him, and thought she saw past his scarred face...that he had a kind, compassionate heart somewhere inside. It did not take long for her to lose her naivety, however, and see his actions for what they were. Suddenly, she realized that life wasn't going to do her any favors after all. Fearing that her brother, who was already ten, was soon to foliow, she struck a deal with the man she once saw as her father. She was going to do whatever he asked for, as long as he would
never, ever involve Alastair in any way. This turned out to be a double-edged sword, as yes, Alastair was kept out of things, but Jessie virtually became Erik's tool as a result.
At thirteen, she embarked on her first sabotage mission and at fourteen, she was made to put on her first Grunt uniform, stole her first haul of Pokemon and started working as a regular laboratory assistant to Erik and other admins, who often made her do dangerous things. By the time she was fifteen, she became the star of the Goldenrod theater - its
Dark Siren. What made matters worse, Erik started making actual moves on her when she was not even fourteen, and actually had his way with her more than a few times. Jessie found herself both hating Erik for forcing her into becoming his puppet, and yearning for his tenderness and affection, as said gentleness extended both to her and Alastair. At first, she would allow herself to accept his hugs, kisses and touches, sleep with him in his room and would oblige to sing for him when he asked, if only to keep Alastair in the dark, and because part of her still pitied him, and knew the loneliness he felt due to his bad reputation and ugly face - her actions caused her to be notorious throughout the Kanto and Johto factions of Team Rocket as "Erik's b
itch". Being a self-aware individual, however, it only some time for her to be disgusted with herself as to how low she had gone.
Why was she doing this? Why was she allowing her previous impression of Erik to give herself such rotten judgment? She was strong enough to protect Alastair, so was she allowing him to use her? Knowing that it was partially her fault, she decided that she didn't want to be Erik's slave any longer. She wasn't a doll, she wasn't
a thing. Thus, she began to lock herself in her bedroom, refused to sing to him any longer, and tore up the white dresses he had bought for her and made her wear for numerous occasions, whether in the bedroom or onstage. Gradually, the lingering pity she felt for him turned to
hate. Maybe she thought she had seen the real him in the past, thought she could trust him, thought that he deserved her pity and compassion...but now she saw the real Erik. Knowing that it was her own doing, she began rebelling. She started resisting duties actively, and moved out of Erik's mansion, choosing to stay in a small studio apartment and using her more mature looks to take a job at a local pub as a bartender. Erik knew exactly how to make his little rebel comply however, and started to threaten Jessie using Alastair, bringing up her promise. He knew that she cared for her younger brother very much, and for a while, it forced Jessie to cooperate, if only to make sure her brother was never involved. She did not want to give Erik an easy time however, and purposely made things more difficult for him, to the point that other grunts had to take her from her apartment and bring her to Erik whenever she was needed for work or to show up at the theater, often using various means such as drugging her drinks while she was out at work, or using Erik's Hypno and Malamar to take care of things when needed. She did not want to willingly keep him company at night, sing for him, kiss him or feel his touch any longer, and tried to push away any lingering thoughts of longing she might have had. She had a life, she had a responsibility and she was going to make sure that whatever bravery and resourcefulness she had was going to see her through - Erik was not good for her, and whatever she might have felt for him - pity, love, sympathy, whatever - was a liability.
Resolving to free herself and her brother, Jessie worked twice as hard so that she could have a chance at a normal life. She wasn't going to rely on the authorities, knowing them to be lazy at times, and who often turned a blind eye to Rocket's activities. Instead, she took longer shifts at the bar to scrape together as much as she could. She learned some card games from Christian, a handsome rogue a couple of years older than her and a frequent customer at the bar she worked at, and she used these newfound skills as well as her talent for pool to hustle and gamble in order to earn some more money, hopefully enough for her to be independent and for her to send Alastair away to Unova, having gotten in touch with her mother's younger sister, who lived there. Doing so wasn't easy, as she had to keep her activities away from Erik's knowledge, which was not always simple, especially when she began to enjoy said things, appreciating the freedom they gave her, and the way said activities allowed her to be her daring, confident self. It was also at this time that she decided she had enough of being dependent on Rocket and resolved to get a Pokemon of her own. Said Pokemon came in the form of Raoul, a very small Houndour whom seventeen-year-old Jessie won from her first game. She was immediately taken by his strong, determined personality despite his small size and was immediately reminded of her own shortcomings - how can something so small be so strong and could look after himself, while she, tall and imposing, could not even take care of her own problems?
It took a year of working twelve-hour shifts, and dealing with Erik's demands against her better nature and lingering feelings, hustling and underground Pokemon battles with Raoul before she earned enough to buy herself a motorcycle - to assert her independence and bring in another source of income in the form of motorcycle racing, and it took another year before she gathered a good amount of money for Alastair, enough to send him to Unova and for him to take up more art lessons to nurture his talent for painting, hoping that he would indeed become the artist he aspired to be. It wasn't easy, however, as Erik was Erik, but she persisted. Anything was better than staying under his thumb. One evening, when she was nineteen, she took Alastair out with Erik's permission, under the guise of it being a simple trip to the department store. That was a lie, of course, as she took him to Olivine City, having purchased a ship ticket for him that will take him to Castelia City, and parted ways with him. She then decided to return to Goldenrod to take care of unfinished business. It was going to be her last night in the city, she decided, and she was going to deal with Erik on her own. It was opening night for his latest production, and she was expected to show up. She wasn't going to show up and indulge him, however. She dropped by his mansion and when he greeted her and asked where Alastair was, she bashed his head with a steel bat, hitting him repeatedly until he was unconscious. She then left him to bleed out, hoping that the blood loss would kill him. Resolving never to look back, she left Goldenrod and headed for Kanto before anyone from Rocket could notice her disappearance and before anyone can arrest her, her heart aching as she did, though she did not know how much of it she could attribute to Alastair's departure. She then fled from there to Kalos, certain that Rocket would not find her worth their time.
Jessie never became an upstanding model trainer. Her record, reputation and lack of Pokemon school credentials meant that no Professor was going to readily hand her a license. Thus, she turned to a local Kalosian crime ring to get herself a forged trainer license. She needed no Professor's approval when she already had Pokemon to begin with anyway. Her trainer career is one that's controversial at best, and littered with a lot of crime and illegalities at worst. Nobody could argue that she was powerful, but she gained a lot of detractors thanks to her dodgy Lumiose biker gang ties, authority issues and her irreverent, rough-around-the-edges personality. She earned her badges fair and square, despite her unorthodox journey and lifestyle, but her reputation ensured that she was pretty much scorned by a large number of important, powerful Kalosian trainers and figures. This did not deter her of course, and only made her more determined to fight her way and mess with expectations along the way.
Inevitably, a number of her spats were known to the Kalosian public, but none of them was more notorious than her very public dissing of the Elite, Malva.
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Pokémon
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Species: Houndoom
Name: Raoul
Gender: Male
Appearance: Raoul is very small for a Houndoom, barely scraping 2'00" in height. He wears a black leather cuff with sharp, silver spikes around one of his legs.
Personality: Raoul, despite his small size, is far from the "adorably cute" Pokemon one might presume him to be. Rather, he has a somewhat standoffish demeanor towards strangers that might intimidate some - a trait he picked up from his experiences around Team Rocket, in order to protect himself. While he isn't the most affectionate Pokemon (except towards Jessie - he's very openly caring around her), his dark appearance belies a certain strength, bravery, and a heart that's in the right place. He has a certain tendency to know what's bothering someone he cares for and tries to understand the best he could. Like Jessie, his methods aren't the best, and he can be a bit too aggressive when getting his point across, but his intentions are far from evil and is well-meaning most of the time. In battle, he is unyielding and difficult to intimidate - he never gives up and actually revels in being able to face off against much larger Pokemon. He has a naughtier, playful side though, and is not opposed to playing around and pulling pranks (more likely around Jessie), as long as he's comfortable around whoever's watching. He knows he's a runt, and has a Napoleon complex, hating it when anyone brings up his size (except for his owner) and prides in the fact that his demeanor is pretty much opposite to what's expected from someone so small…to the point that he gets embarrassed about his more playful side at times.
History: Jessie obtained Raoul from a card game in one of Goldenrod's seedier areas, his previous owner commenting that a girl, even one who looked as tough as she did, needed a Pokemon of her own. Small but strong, he assured, and Jessie fell in love with him at first sight.
Species: Hydreigon
Name: Nevermore
Gender: Male
Appearance: Nevermore is a Shiny Hydreigon with a few prominent but healed scars on his body, a remnant of his time as a particularly clumsy Zweilous. He has a curious tendency to look rather roughed-up, no matter how much anyone tries to groom him. Aside from these things, he looks like just about any other Hydreigon at a glance.
Personality: Nevermore is outgoing, playful and easily excited. He is very physically affectionate towards others. However, he also doesn't know his own strength outside of battle, often hurting people and biting them hard when he just intends to nuzzle them (he was once a very clumsy Zweilous, and though he mostly outgrew it, he's still quite a goof). His upbeat attitude doesn't mean that he doesn't battle well, however...in fact, he's ferocious, and thus, not to be underestimated...his personality does a complete 180. It only takes very little to provoke Nevermore to fight, in fact, though he's also one to let go of things easily after a battle and resumes his usual cheerful nature. Just like he loves people, he enjoys physical affection as well, and often knows just the way to get Jessie to show her sweeter side...whenever they're alone, that is.
History: Jessie caught Nevermore as a rogue Zweilous when accompanying a fellow criminal to Kalos' Victory Road in order to collect their winnings from a particularly fussy and demanding trainer who somehow couldn't pay upfront. While they were settling things in half-darkness of one of the caves, a Pokemon suddenly attacked Raoul, and a violent tangle ensued. When Jessie came back from the dealing, it was only then that she witnessed the brawl between the laughing, clumsy and blind two-headed dragon and the small but furious hellhound. It was one of the rare sights that made her truly laugh, and she ended up catching the Zweilous. Nevermore only evolved very recently.
