Sandra Mendoza

[Cash]

Fallen dEity of dreams
Sandra mendoza

Age	Species	gender	Allignment
Immortal	Cresselia	Female	Anti-pravus

the outside

hair color	eye color	height	build
multicolor	multicolor	6'2"	muscular

This amazonian woman towers over most at 6 feet tall. Her body is lean and strong from training while hands and joints callused from trauma. Her skin is typically pale in color with several tattoos and rough scars. Her hair is kept long either straight down her shoulders or wrapped up in braids and buns. Hairs alternate in colors though easy to distinguish due to it being multicolor in a ying and yang fashion.

Her tattoos are marked around her shoulders, arms and in other areas hidden under clothing, but the must distinguishable decal is the dagger with the butterfly wings etched into her left inner arm.

Her genetic alteration has also caused physical changes to her body. While maintaining a human guise, her eyes shimmer and change color like that of a flickering opal stone. A bindi like mark also resides on her forehead which only grows into a stone as her appearance unravels into what others call her "true form." Funny enough her pseudo true form exhibits little difference, but rather added features to her overall silhouette. A veil of solidified stardust circles around her like streams of light, either loosely flowing or circling behind like rings of Saturn. Wings also emerge by her side, flutter gently yet flightless under her psychic energy. Her light locks of hair also strain out color, transforming into glimmering gold. She calls it her true form but its more like her divinity form she used to present herself to her long gone followers.

Her real form is her cresselia body which her dear creator gifted her at birth. She once was fond of it and even revered this form, but now just finds it as a useless nuance. It only fuels the urge for greedy bastards to trap her as their own possession. Of course doing so now would only give her a gleeful pleasure as it give her an excuse to abuse.

the inside

Positive
honest, resilient, spontaneous, independent, strong willed, brave, confident, sociable, comprehensive, youthful

Negative
aggressive, ill-tempered, unpredictable, brazen, resentful, insolent, impulsive, frank, barbaric, crass

How do you feel about the following: Pravus, Anti-Pravus, Pokemon, and Pokemorphs

"Fuck'em all I say! I don't give much shit about anyone anymore. It's just me, my bat, and my bitch gang now. We go wherever chaos calls us to. Hell! If it leads me to an explosive end to the world, than so be it! Earth is overrated anyway! They think the whole damn universe revolves around tham, what a joke. Bet Arceus ain't even the creator of everything, just some mental fuck playing god in this stupid world. Ta'hell with it all!"

Experience Level: Master Battler

Lunar Wing
Anyone who possess a strand of hair or single feather from Cresselia will be gifted with a blissful night of sweet and calming dreams. It's ability, however, fades away after just a single use. Such a shame.

Lucid Night
If a person suffers from nightmares or terrors, Cresselia has the ability to slip into the dreaming mind and clear away the negative thoughts or suppressing the horrors for a clear and stress free nights. If successful, its effects will last till the person once again becomes devoured in worry, fear, stress, or any other other negative emotion and thought.

Irrational Labyrinth
This trick is something Sandra has picked up over the years. With her psychic powers and dream manipulation, she can manipulate an area to be seen or behave as an irrational labyrinth. The ability is powerful at first, but can quickly weaken with a person's interactions sole based on their will's strength. Otherwise, they'll believe that everything around them is genuine, even hearing and feeling obstacles that aren't actually there. It's a fun power mostly for inducing confusion and frustration. Some of Sandra's favorite things.

the backstory

i. With light comes darkness, or so she was told from moment of birth. Her innocent eyes glance up with wonderment at both her creator and her twin, learning her fate and purpose in life. She's to keep balance with the drowning nightmare that her ghostly double crafts in every touch. To fill all those who suffer from their sheepish horrors and swell them with sweet dreamy bliss. It made sense to her. Nothing could be clearer to her than that.

"You know, I used to be someone most would call pure and innocent. Still cracks me up every time I think back."

With a sneering cackle, the towering woman glares down at her victim. Her lips split far apart like a greedy grin as eyes widen zealously. She's no different than a wild cat batting around her pray before crunching down.

ii. A bright mound of treasures lay before her as loyal followers prayed for safety in mind. Her starry touch could easily sweep away the haunting terrors that poisoned their minds. And that's just what she did that day. Like any other day, she worked away with a smile, yet the gifts felt so cold in her hands. Why did she feel so hallow, as if she was being bought for her service. Did they truly care for her? Or was it all for their own sake?

"Funny how things change like that. One moment you're convinced you're one way only to flip on over to face a whole other side to life."

Her right arms tights over the handle of a metal bat. The fabric even crinkles softly under the flexing muscles as a vibrating ring bolts through its core. In lifting the bat to position, her other arm extends out to meet in the middle. Adjusting her stance, shoulder roll around and fingers coiling around.

iii. The restlessness kept getting worse. Why was she even helping them when these people are the cause of nightmares. It was like a genocide played out before her eyes. Disgusting monsters only know how to destroy. Everyone just fights, day in and day out. Where is all the kindness? Trampled down on the ground like a weed. Is the same thing to happen to her? No, she can't let herself end this way. Not like this.

"Baaa-tter-UP FUCKER!"

After posing her bat right next to the victims head, she swiftly swings it back around her right side and then whacks across with great speed. BAM! Her bat vibrates from the collision as a thin trail of blood follows to movement of her swing. Her blood bubbles up with excitement after feeling both the soft flesh and hard bone hit against her precious weapon. Her smile can't get any larger as malice eyes peer down, gleaming red from the glaring blood.

iv. Her sullen feelings caused for her to delve into her own pleasures. No longer fussing so much on the task of dismissing bad dreams. Sure her duty is etched deep into her core being, requiring her to comply when she'd rather not. But now it was all under her terms. She would take on the deity's task when she wanted and how she wanted, putting herself before her role. Slowly, she will became a being who brings both destruction and delight, a paradox which her dear creator could not have predicted. A future soon to come, the further she deviates her path laid out before her.

Her shoulders pull forward again and again, dragging her arms across to beat down against the now lifeless body. Her skin trembling with excitement as eyes freeze open like two milky disks.

"HOLYSHIT! YOU SEE THE way...Ah fuck you're dead."

Seeing the body not respond quickly killed her joy. The damned person surrendered too soon to the kiss of death, leaving her with nothing but a body of flesh. Not even a swirling cosmic mind for her to delve in and poke about. It'll begin to rot away and be gnawed at by whatever stray soul lingers the alleyway.

Her head cocks over a bit to the side, looking down. Bloodied bat, now without a target, swings over her shoulder and rests. Her eyes, spiraling with color, study the corpse to point out a wallet wedge within a pocket. She shrugs at herself as if she still had a sense of moral before plunging down to nab it.

"Might as well."

Her voice is soft and soothing now as all the earlier excitement escaped her. There's not much for her here but a decent wad of cash and a few cards and photos. She doesn't bother it most of it, not even taking a moment to glance at the Id. It's just another body is this over glorified planet. Another to pollute the world with useless though, greedy habits, and countless other self righteous acts. There's nothing special here, just as there's nothing special in the one claiming her new found money.

v. A being who brings nothing but destruction and delight.

jojo's bizarre adventure, jolyne kujo, sandra mendoza
authored by dollar

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Keychain

Fairy type Master battler Agender Offering

This strange little set of keys hangs closely to the ravenous Sandra. It is rarely kept inside a pokeball, clinging closely to the woman's side and ready to bust out a move. It is a stubborn pal and acts out like a total thug with the fallen deity. Condescending, judgmental, and frank are probably its more laid back traits too.

sourpuss shark
Tanker

Dragon type Adept battler Female Stolen

Tanker is a more reserved pokemon than the others. She's focuses full heartedly on any given task and does just about everything right. Kinda like a carefully coded machine that does her job the same every time. A good and dependable pokemon, but also a more dull addition to her team. Thankfully she fights against Sandra a lot, not being her true owner and all. Likely still crossed from stealing away from her original trainer.

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Jojo

Splices Non-battler Male Purchases

(Crossed with an electabuzz and an ekans) He's more like a voiceless yet loveably lug of a beast who loves to awkwardly march by Sandra's side. He was to be putdown for due to his lacking power and unmarketable demeanor till the woman bought him off the black market. He's still just as useless as when he was bought, unable to battle and only good for clawing up floorboards and drool stains over clothes. He's even clumsy to boot, knocking just about about anything within his radius. He eats a shit ton too, and of course always food that Sandra never pays for.