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He had always considered himself to be simply an observer, onlooking events and only interfearing should the balance of nature be turned. As a result, being merged with a child; the only thing his weakened body could manage, he pretends to play on in a different persona than he actually is, in order to try and keep his presence as a legendary as secret as possible, as well as prevent any unneeded questions from being thrown his way. So really, its a matter of trying to tell;

WHAT IS FAKE...

Friendly and very social, Fenrir appears to be a very outgoing person who is willing to hold a conversation, or simply just socialize with other people in some way, shape , or form. The things he tends to talk about the most are recent happenings, or gossip; which is simply because that's the easiest way for him to get reactions out of others and a conversation to start, even if the effect isn't exactly positive. He appears to have a lot of life to him, being incredibly energetic and filled with spirit, having a hard time sitting still if he's not hanging with another individual, and is easy to get stoked or hyped up for things.
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He seems pretty quick to express himself, his thoughts, or feelings; and as a result behaves in an almost over-sensitive manner, going so much as breaking out into tears if he "thinks" someone is being too "mean" to him. Yet he's pretty playful, and likes to make jokes or tease people in an attempt to try and be funny. Having a bit of wit to him, he's not afraid to make quips when they come to mind, giving a sort of cheekiness to him. He's still makes sure people can't take him too seriously, however, as he shows through the amount of childish behavior he expresses. Though, while he tries to behave kindly and friendly towards others - he can't help but be a bit flippant, a trait that shows a bit of what lies in truth; after all sometimes you gotta be a little reckless to get others to believe your lies.

...AND WHAT IS REAL

Yet, if anything you probably shouldn't believe Fenrir's lies. While he is usually quiet, not actually enjoying talk, and only speaking if he is spoken to - a preference in fact. He is focused on his goals, putting as much time and effort as possible into them and making sure that they lead to nothing but success. His ability to calculate, take every little thing into account and keep it in his memory banks for eons; saying the wrong thing around him might just lead to him using it against you, after all deception happens to be something that he's learned to be surprisingly good at for a legend meant to protect law and order of the world.
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He is more than capable of thinking on his feet, and changing up things accordingly to new obstacles. His ability to keep his emotions in check, almost to the point of hardly being able to feel things a normal person should be able to can present a frightening thought; if one takes into account that he seems to have become sadistic, finding some odd joy in seeing others wither in pain or suffer. As a god, he is arrogant and very prideful of himself, to the point of looking down on mortals, finding them stupid and otherwise pathetic.
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For a god meant to observe and play the role of balance, perhaps because he isn't at full power, he's become rather impatient, and more competitive. He likes initiating or taking on challenges, and has a hard time saying no to them; and waiting in one place? That'd be very aggravating, things shouldn't take as long as they do. Yet, he's Articulate ; often speaking in larger and more profound words, and trying to be as clear as possible when he speaks. After all, if he has to repeat himself, then that'd be a setback that he would rather not have to deal with. He is dignified, and presents himself as someone who should be respected; being composed and serious about most subjects. It could be useful, if he wasn't so abrasive after all, he doesn't actually care much about the feelings of humans; moreso being sympathetic to relatable subjects or other legendary Pokemon.

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Do you have any idea how crammed it feels, being inside one of those things? Those tiny, little round metal containers that I had to be forcefully shrunk into? Little movement, only able to see through this peep hole at the belt buckle of someone you're forced to call a master. Yet, I shouldn't be so biased. My hatred comes from the restriction of being unable to make a decision on my own, something that I will do with all my might to make sure that will never happen again.
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Lysandre, if I meet you again, it will be too soon.
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If I see your fiery pyroar-like mane again, I swear to Arceus. I. will. make sure... That you understand the meaning of pain and suffering.
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I will make sure you suffer.

A Monster? The Kalos Watcher.

He was a watcher, not a fighter. He lay in slumber, deep within the ground, a cave that had been soon hauled out into a mine. Terminal Cave, previously being used as a place to dig resource by those in Kalos. The hammering and blasting, while he was not exactly a light sleeper, after years of silence to suddenly be surrounded by noise each passing day. He began to stirr, thunderous growls and shaking from his movements being overshadowed by blasts and the quakes caused by those blasts. Yet that didn't stop his presence, and the feeling of being watched surrounded those who worked in those mines.
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When he awoke completely, it was on a day that a few stray workers dug into the wrong section of the mine; going too far with their agenda, they found within the crack the body of a giant serpent sleeping among the rubble. He moved, a roar sounded throughout the mind, causing rubble to fall and the workers to flee; seeing the creature raise their head to stare at them; silently scolding.
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The mine since then was abandoned, rumors spreading that within them lay a monster, something that wasn't to be reckoned with. Something that, spread by rumors, would potentially eat you whole like a snake. Or the odd rumor, indistinguishable by the dark - that it wasn't a snake, but a horde of faceless men. Something that had a dozen eyes, and could see everything.
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A watcher. He was dubbed as such.

Containment

A battle between Yvetal and Xerneas.
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And above all, from what he could see, there was a human, a mortal, trying to control the deer of life. A small bit of anger bubbled within him, and he came rushing almost immediately. Ignoring any shock from the faces of the other humans nearby; they were unimportant. His goal was to stop this senseless violence, before it engulfed Kalos, or otherwise worse. The human trying to control Xerneas appeared angered, and he paused, concentrating on the environment around him; to gather his energy. He would need to be at 100% in order to fight this battle, in order to force these people back.
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And then it happened. A small, round, metallic object was slammed to his head. He didn't understand what was happening, all he knew was that there was a blinding light and then there was nothing. In his state of charge he couldn't fight, and it took all his might to fight a surge of panic from washing over him. But one thing was for certain;
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He was aggravated, but he was also exhausted. He needed to rest, and figure out how he would get out of this mess.

Acts of Violence

He cracked up through the ground, upon his back rid the one who caught him. He didn't approve of being used as a horse - but all in all, his appearance seemed to lead to a lot of....
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Talking. Exposition. Things he ultimately didn't care about hearing. Stuck in a PC, yadayadayada. Most of the things he began tuning out, something within him bubbling, seemed to just want to get on with the show already. Let him destroy something, instead of just standing there-
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When Lands Wrath was ordered, he gladly obliged. He glew, and with his power; the ground exploded into pieces, rocks being hurled towards the humans and their Pokemon.
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That initiated the battle, a tough one at that. Part of him didn't want to do this, as it was against what he was suppose to be designed for... Yet, he did it anyways, and he kept doing it, without so much as a fail. He was fighting another legend, Mewtwo to be exact.
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However, as the battled raged on, he found himself stopping. The one who was talking to him was in pain, and it caused him great confusion, and a small bit of concern rose up towards the girl. That man who was ordering her, she was simply a tool to him. Bubbling anger began to rise from him again - and just as it was, the device was broken.
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She began to speak to him, to tell him to redirect an attack - he could already tell who it was. And if he could grin, oh boy if he could grin, it would have been downright evil.

The Struggle of Power

Then almost in the blink of an eye, she was swept up by the mega Gyarados. She was unable to finish her command as his Pokeball was sent flying, right into the hands of the man he was quickly growing to hate.
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With no time wasted, a Land's Wrath was commanded, and reluctantly he directed his target back towards his 'previous target', including Emma. A growl rose into his mind, and the battles began again, and then stopped as he was lead away from the village with that same man.
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Then, as it was interrupted, the battles began yet again. These people desperately trying to stop what was happening, and by this point - he was getting frustrated. Not that any of it was shown. He focused on what his goal was "suppose" to be; and that was taking down the boy infront of him.
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But... That shouldn't have been his task. Yvetal and Xerneas stopped fighting, he had no need to keep himself so stable. So, he began allowing himself to ebb away. Allowing the attacks to keep coming, and slowly his body began breaking up faster and faster - before finally he exploded, no longer needing to stay together, and finally free from his confines.
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Freedom.

A Need to Reform

Something felt amiss.
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Within the alolan islands, green blobs began appearing, being dragged towards and unseen presence, as if they were being pulled out of the environment themself. They stopped around a secluded area, and a figure began to form from the collection of cells. A glowing white figure that took on the form of a dog, and when that dog finally took shape the cells stopped flowing and the light faded to reveal Zygarde... yet, he wasn't a snake, not this time.
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The dog let out a small growl. He didn't know where he was, he didn't know where he reformed at, except for the fact that this wasn't the Kalos region. It felt too tropical to be that. He was far away from home.
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So within the shadows of this new environment, he ran. He ran to find out whatever issue that had disturbed him of his slumber, and that gave him his reasoning to reappear. Eventually, he discovered that he wasn't just on an island - but multiple, and during his travels came across a particular looking Pokemon. It looked restrained, and it was as if it where a chimera; an amalgamation of different Pokemon. A Frankenstein.
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Zygarde decided that the Pokemon should accompany him, a companion, as the Pokemon seemed lost and without knowledge of what exactly it was or what to do. He sympathized with the creature, and soon they became close friends. Two dogs on a journey.
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Eventually their journey left alola, and they arrived within the Lyeant region. Zygarde was a legendary pokemon of nature after all, so traveling wasn't a very hard task for this Pokemon to do. The region was in shambles, and it in itself made Zygarde visibly cringe. Perhaps this was it, where he had some need to be. He remained in the shadows as he traveled, trying to find what happened.

Choosing a Vessel

He heard over the grapevine, or at least Null had, that there was a way for legendary Pokemon to merge with human beings. At first Zygarde thought it was preposterous, but after some convincing of his friend - believing that with the things that were going on within the region currently they'd get caught eventually, the legend decided he would give it a shot.
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That's when he found her, the child that he had chosen. She appeared to share similar appearances to a boy from first glance, and that's why it didn't dawn on him to begin with. The child's parents had been part of Imum, but that little fact didn't register in Zygarde's head - after all that was information that he didn't know about at the time. So he waited until the kid was alone, before he struck.
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He moved to merge with the child, and to his surprise it actually worked. His form was weak, and so there was a fight over the body. So in frustration he ripped the child's soul from the body, leaving it for his soul to take control of completely without resistance. It would have seemed brutal if one would have seen it, and it wasn't a perfectly clean cut. Shards of memories of the child ran through Zygarde's head, things that he had to push down so that he didn't lose himself. When he opened his eyes, well, he smiled. He did it. And he ended up turing around to hug Null in random expression.
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Then he went inside, and Null waited outside. He grabbed whatever pokemon the kid had, and waited for a bit. He then, after some preparation, left. Ran away from the family, and unofficially changed his name. He didn't exactly like that he messed up on his gender, but overall didn't let that effect him all that much.
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It took convincing, but he got some Pokemon to replace some of the kids' current team. Null happened to be one of them, and almost immediately after capture the Pokemon evolved, busting out of his restraints and becoming a Silvally.
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His ultimate goal was order, and these fractions he was afraid would break the regions apart. So if he had to pick a side, it would be the Pokemon Association. They seem to be the ones who side ith order, and that's what he sides with.

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