-The Shaded Way- For @SilverScarf

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WARNING! I will not be roleplaying this character, as I have given him to @SilverScarf . PERSONALITY: Lancelot is rarely seen, barely known- just the way it needs to be for him to survive. Why? You'll have to catch him to ask him. He doesn't want to be seen. He needs to stay on the down low, to avoid...him... BACKSTORY: Once, before the Tarnish began, Lancelot had been a member of a group of Pawniard who were led by a Brilliant-colored Bisharp named Breckenridge. The group was famous for saving other 'mon from evildoers. Lancelot was the best of friends with Breckenridge, his mentor, and often helped him settle disputes. But one day, the inevitable happened. Lancelot was sent on a solo mission to battle and kill a Raticate that was attacking the 'mon who lived in the forest. It was there that he first saw the Tarnish. The group had lived in a remote place on the largest mountain in the mountain range, and therefore hadn't caught the Tarnish. At least, until Lancelot returned. The Raticate, mad with Tarnish, had bitten him, infecting him with the accursed disease. Of course, he did not know he had been afflicted, and the group laughed off his reports of the sickness driving Pokemon to insanity. Everyone except for Breckenridge. He ordered no one to leave the hideout, except for food runs, until the cure was found. But soon, Lancelot noticed something horrifying happening. The blades on his arms were flaking off! He quickly ran to the others... Lancelot: Guys, we've got a problem. (Shows everyone his Tarnishing arm blades.) He must have infected me when he bit me. Now we're probably all infected. Breckenridge: Well, I suppose we couldn't hide from it forever. We'll just have to tough it out. And don't worry, none of you guys will go insane. He was right... in a way. None of the Pawniard went insane, probably due to the fact that they all had Sepian coloring. But Breckenridge...well, he went crazy. Soon, the Pawniard were faced with a choice. Their leader had to be chained, to prevent him attacking them. One of them had to stay, to take care of him. The others would leave. Lancelot volunteered to stay. But as they left, he remembered something. He had disappeared from his bed sometimes, to a dreamlike world filled with dull colors like his. When he talked to the Pokemon there, they called the world 'Sepia'. He decided to talk to Breckenridge, so they could see it together. When he arrived back in Rust, sad because he couldn't find where Breckenridge had popped up, he noticed his former friend glaring at him. Lancelot: Uh... Breckenridge, what- Breckenridge: There is no Sepia. I followed your instructions, and I popped up in a world of bright colors, not boring ones like yours. When I talked to the Pokemon living there, they called it 'Brilliance'. Lancelot: Hmmm... maybe there are three worlds total? Breckenridge: LIAR! YOU LIED TO ME! (slices at Lancelot, blinding him in his left eye) At this point, Lancelot knew his beloved friend was gone now and forever. He barely managed to get out of there alive. Now he hides in the shadows, living in fear of his former friend.