Spieces: Dream Rebel - Spiritomb
Appearance: Instead of purple and green, he's black and red, with a wicked scar along his left eye.
Personality: Cold, ruthless, doesn't care about anyone's life, and highly antisocial. Hates the Dreamscape and all of the denizens.
Powers: Can launch the spirits inside of him like missles, and can change his form into almost anything. Rarely, when he is on the verge of death, he gains a lot of power, going beserk and being able to kill almost anything he touches. Can also set himself on fire, with no pain to him at all.
History: Is actually a human, a member of an ancient cult, worshipping a lord of darkness. He spread the grip of shadows gar and wide, and one day, his master spike to him, bu not for the first time. His lord told him that a new dimension was created, and it should be destroyed. He then reincarnately d his most loyal servant as a Pokemon, and transporrted him to this unearthly landscape. He immediately joined the Dream Rebels, and set off to destroy this insane world.
RP Example: I'll just make something up.
Zaar was sitting a his desk, waiting for his minion to report back about the latest mission. Suddenly, the doors burst open, and out came a man, breathing heavily.
"My lord, the team got there successfully, but..." he said.
"But what?" said Zaar in his cold cruel voice.
"Dialga was too much. The entire squad was killed. I'm lucky I got-" he started to say, bjt he could not say any more, for Zaar snapped his fingers, and the man rolled his eyes, and slumped to the floor, dead.
"Hmph. These fools were getting annoying anyway." said Zaar, and he walked out of the room, darkness bending around him, as he prepared to rule time itself...