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Once again for those not playing at home, this is By: 
jj2oxx http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user-Sparrow.php
Be careful having a gander at that, but he does accept clean art commissions, so feel free folks, he's reasonably priced and looking for a change of pace now and then.
Also gonna put up the prelim sketch of this pic in the Scraps bit, just for kicks.
Reiko, Maleti. Hell all the things on this gallery are Copyright me. Now enjoy a little tale to learn more of the Tattooed Charmeleon.
And c'mon folks, don't be stingy, comment away, give suggestions, questions, queries, thoughts.
----
Name: Reiko Valour
Age: 20.. 21? (Even he doesn't know full well... Shanti says 22 though.)
Height: 6'3 (... I had to ask Shanti about this as well, I'm still learning numbers.)
Weight: Umm?... kinda heavy?... he's solid muscle despite the wirey frame. Plus that tail is heavy... so yes. Kinda Heavy.
Tattoos: Snazzy and fun to trace, I've been making a game where...
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"Chica?"
The Grovyle-morphs claws immediately stopped their rather precise clickety-clacketies upon the well gouged laptop of the Valour house-hold, easing the screen down as one foot stretched out to the side, easing her weight around upon the swivel chair to face the arrival of the Chicodexs first subject. In such shabby, long lived clothing that have seen him around the world, the stark splotch-stripes of his full body tattoos and that messy hair she finally got an idle moment to whack off for him. Both hands stuffed inside the splitting stomach pocket of his hoodie, brow quirked up out of sight behind his blonde mane. "What are you up?"
Snout tilted down, slight little turn of the head and solitary eye affixing him in her sight, unable to resist pulling her maw into a grin and shaking from a suppressed giggle. "Noooothing, Maleti can't use lap thingy, just like Reiko. Maleti only tribal girl."
Even if it was free he wouldn't have bought that, after all he'd been trying to learn from her how to work the damn thing. Just not his kind of deal and yet she slid comfortably upon the keyboard within a few days practice... he was still the only one in the house that set the timer on the DVD player though... So long as his little brother Gojinka kept his mouth shut up about their cheat. "This time without the demeanour of a Skitty laying fat in a lasagne tray?"
Just a touch more of a tilt to the head, dark chocolate hair spilling across her features and partially obscuring that clear sight of a huntress from her lover. "I am doing nothing. Now if you scoot I shall continue doing nothing."
Wide grin and an arch of the back as her head fell and tossed to bring that silken hair back into control. Little flicker of flame sneaking from Reikos splotch-striped snout as his eyes of course would fall upon that immense bust being displayed so very prominently, had taken some time to find a strong enough sports bra, but it looked very presentable. The air ripped and tore as his blaring white tail-flame shot to the side, then back again in thought. Finally the trade-mark smirk spreading along the slim snout before just shaking his head and clumphing off, large toe-claws nicking at the wooden floor before the air rushed out beneath the soles of his feet.
Almost losing her balance from pitching forward to track his egress Maleti strangled a yelp before it could escape her throat and rested back upon her plush backside to ponder where she had left off. Delicate claws flicking out to the desk and finding Alouises` little prop glasses, no lenses of course easing the empty frame quite simply upon her snout with a little amused chuckle that shook at her shoulders.
Screen raised up and progress began once more.
---
Other Features: Really soft hair, messy!... so so messy too, but still soft.
Oh tail-flame is white, seen plenty of reds, yellows and a few temporary blues, never white. Really hot too, like can't really cook marshmallows-in-it hot, they get drippy...
No Horn!... yes he is hornless (Though we think the bone for that horn went somewhere else ^_^ )
---
"You aren't seriously going to put little faces in it are you?", less lengthy face peered over Maletis shoulder, cream-furred muzzle of a Smeargle-morph and one that, since she wasn't in the presence of males had forgoed her quite painfully faux french accent. Sweet Alouise` causing Maleti to snicker in the manner of her lover as the softly furred up fingers of artistic-morphs hands skittered themselves up along the Grovyles back and arm before nestling in place to let her chin rest upon them.
"Why not?... we're not sending this off to papers or article for Playmorph, let it be silly.", one of the Amazonian morphs hands coming free from the laptop, fingers bending so slowly and gently, raising up... and flicking Alouise` on the front of her blunted muzzle. "Now shoo, my muse can't concentrate with your rainbow clothes around."
"Aww... ", a heavily practiced pout came upon the Smeargal as she mimiced Maleti anytime house-work or simple tidying up was mentioned. Stepping back and around to the tribals side as her arms fidgetted, shifting and working back up into the sleeves of the oversized tye-dyed t-shirt that made up most of her outfit. Arms folding inside the garment, little shift and rise given from her exposed shoulder to straighten up the black bra strap conflicting with such a bright coat. "I want first edit and corrections though!... I baggsies so you can't say nuttin.", pompous little sway of the hips carried the Smeargle-morph out of the way of Maletis memory searching on how to write up about her partner.
Long drawn-in breath, chest rising, shoulders heightening, even the leaf on the back of her head slipped higher before it all came down in one quiet exhale, adjusting her glasses afterwards and a flick of the tongue to moisten her mouth. One bad habit she still had was mouthing the words as she typed, but handily she typed how she wrote.
---
Talents: Several?... oh fine details.
Well he's a musician, can play Guitar despite only having two fingers and thumb. Has to use umm...
---
"Ally?... Ally what does Reiky put on his claws for playing like Mariachi?", no immediate answer and so the Grovyles position lowered slightly with an overacted little huff, she just felt in a silly mood and wanted to express it at all times. Even if she was the only one to enjoy her childishness. Finally though a french-lilted voice managed to come through to the tribals hearing and she once more, just for kicks, adjusted her empty glasses.
---
He uses a putty clay... thingy.
---
Maleti let her eyes narrow and brow furrowed as she looked in the direction Alouise`s voice had come from. "Helpful..."
Another quick glasses adjustment and back to typing!
---
He puts little blobs of clay onto his claw-tips, then bakes it with FIYAH...
(Mikaaaa! turn off auto-spell-check!! X< )
So that it hardens and lets him put full pressure on guitar strings without slicing through. Also does that sometimes when cooking cause raw meat punctures pretty easily, but it's non-toxic anytway.
He prefers focussing on his Synthesizer, calls it Betty and that thing is Hayuuuge!
(Mika you suuuuck!)
Apparently it was some old old thing that he spent lots of time on his first world-travels emptying out and refilling with new bits, also it blows fuses a lot, I mean it blows more than Mika does. (Mika is Burned! It's Super-effective!) But just like that ratty old hoodie he refuses to get a new one, saying he's tried others and they never feel right. My boys a sentimental sap!
He can cook... kinda. He says he used to be better at it cause he hasn't gotten used to the new tail-flame tempattature... temperature.
(... Fine you don't suck completely Mika. )
So until he admits defeat and tries using the kitchen appliances we have here there isn't much chance of getting steaks anything lower than well done. Oh he does do awwweesome ribs though, big Tauros ones... Oh and Curry. He has two big pots, one is only for fire-types though, I wanted to try it but just sniffing it burned my eyes, probably all spice and no flavour though so sod (Reiko taught me that one) that.
Actually Reiko can do lots of things... kinda. He is very good with his hands though and that leads to fun things (All mine to enjoy!... oh but other things too >_>). Like he tried wood-carving once and we have a bunch of little figurines of the models, though they had a nasty fall so I'm missing an arm and we had to glue Elenas head back on without the neck, it's still totally cute though.
---
"Letty!"
"Ally!", The Grovyle-morph jerked alert to the rest of the room she was in, eyes flicking around quickly before spotting Alouise` peering at her from around the half-wall of the living room that led into the kitchen, just before her glasses clattered to the desk.
"Reiko says to stop doing your nothing and set up his brick launchers for this afternoons training. Dibs on the breeze blocks!", big grin and nothing but a big radiant pink splat mark of paint on the wall from Alouise` spinning on her heel so fast to strike her fun tail against the interior of the house-hold.
Maleti had to work fast now, she wanted the Breeze block launchers, those were the ones he liked to be suprised with. Panic gripped the sizable chest of the Grovyle as she rustled upon the desk, before breathing with a sigh of relief. How could she possibly type without her uh... reading-in-style glasses?
---
Chicodex Entry Number 1, Reiko Valour.
PS: My boy likes to train by having bricks and things launched at him at high-speed. I kinda want to be impressed when it doesn't always sound dumb to tell people.
jj2oxx http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user-Sparrow.phpBe careful having a gander at that, but he does accept clean art commissions, so feel free folks, he's reasonably priced and looking for a change of pace now and then.
Also gonna put up the prelim sketch of this pic in the Scraps bit, just for kicks.
Reiko, Maleti. Hell all the things on this gallery are Copyright me. Now enjoy a little tale to learn more of the Tattooed Charmeleon.
And c'mon folks, don't be stingy, comment away, give suggestions, questions, queries, thoughts.
----
Name: Reiko Valour
Age: 20.. 21? (Even he doesn't know full well... Shanti says 22 though.)
Height: 6'3 (... I had to ask Shanti about this as well, I'm still learning numbers.)
Weight: Umm?... kinda heavy?... he's solid muscle despite the wirey frame. Plus that tail is heavy... so yes. Kinda Heavy.
Tattoos: Snazzy and fun to trace, I've been making a game where...
----
"Chica?"
The Grovyle-morphs claws immediately stopped their rather precise clickety-clacketies upon the well gouged laptop of the Valour house-hold, easing the screen down as one foot stretched out to the side, easing her weight around upon the swivel chair to face the arrival of the Chicodexs first subject. In such shabby, long lived clothing that have seen him around the world, the stark splotch-stripes of his full body tattoos and that messy hair she finally got an idle moment to whack off for him. Both hands stuffed inside the splitting stomach pocket of his hoodie, brow quirked up out of sight behind his blonde mane. "What are you up?"
Snout tilted down, slight little turn of the head and solitary eye affixing him in her sight, unable to resist pulling her maw into a grin and shaking from a suppressed giggle. "Noooothing, Maleti can't use lap thingy, just like Reiko. Maleti only tribal girl."
Even if it was free he wouldn't have bought that, after all he'd been trying to learn from her how to work the damn thing. Just not his kind of deal and yet she slid comfortably upon the keyboard within a few days practice... he was still the only one in the house that set the timer on the DVD player though... So long as his little brother Gojinka kept his mouth shut up about their cheat. "This time without the demeanour of a Skitty laying fat in a lasagne tray?"
Just a touch more of a tilt to the head, dark chocolate hair spilling across her features and partially obscuring that clear sight of a huntress from her lover. "I am doing nothing. Now if you scoot I shall continue doing nothing."
Wide grin and an arch of the back as her head fell and tossed to bring that silken hair back into control. Little flicker of flame sneaking from Reikos splotch-striped snout as his eyes of course would fall upon that immense bust being displayed so very prominently, had taken some time to find a strong enough sports bra, but it looked very presentable. The air ripped and tore as his blaring white tail-flame shot to the side, then back again in thought. Finally the trade-mark smirk spreading along the slim snout before just shaking his head and clumphing off, large toe-claws nicking at the wooden floor before the air rushed out beneath the soles of his feet.
Almost losing her balance from pitching forward to track his egress Maleti strangled a yelp before it could escape her throat and rested back upon her plush backside to ponder where she had left off. Delicate claws flicking out to the desk and finding Alouises` little prop glasses, no lenses of course easing the empty frame quite simply upon her snout with a little amused chuckle that shook at her shoulders.
Screen raised up and progress began once more.
---
Other Features: Really soft hair, messy!... so so messy too, but still soft.
Oh tail-flame is white, seen plenty of reds, yellows and a few temporary blues, never white. Really hot too, like can't really cook marshmallows-in-it hot, they get drippy...
No Horn!... yes he is hornless (Though we think the bone for that horn went somewhere else ^_^ )
---
"You aren't seriously going to put little faces in it are you?", less lengthy face peered over Maletis shoulder, cream-furred muzzle of a Smeargle-morph and one that, since she wasn't in the presence of males had forgoed her quite painfully faux french accent. Sweet Alouise` causing Maleti to snicker in the manner of her lover as the softly furred up fingers of artistic-morphs hands skittered themselves up along the Grovyles back and arm before nestling in place to let her chin rest upon them.
"Why not?... we're not sending this off to papers or article for Playmorph, let it be silly.", one of the Amazonian morphs hands coming free from the laptop, fingers bending so slowly and gently, raising up... and flicking Alouise` on the front of her blunted muzzle. "Now shoo, my muse can't concentrate with your rainbow clothes around."
"Aww... ", a heavily practiced pout came upon the Smeargal as she mimiced Maleti anytime house-work or simple tidying up was mentioned. Stepping back and around to the tribals side as her arms fidgetted, shifting and working back up into the sleeves of the oversized tye-dyed t-shirt that made up most of her outfit. Arms folding inside the garment, little shift and rise given from her exposed shoulder to straighten up the black bra strap conflicting with such a bright coat. "I want first edit and corrections though!... I baggsies so you can't say nuttin.", pompous little sway of the hips carried the Smeargle-morph out of the way of Maletis memory searching on how to write up about her partner.
Long drawn-in breath, chest rising, shoulders heightening, even the leaf on the back of her head slipped higher before it all came down in one quiet exhale, adjusting her glasses afterwards and a flick of the tongue to moisten her mouth. One bad habit she still had was mouthing the words as she typed, but handily she typed how she wrote.
---
Talents: Several?... oh fine details.
Well he's a musician, can play Guitar despite only having two fingers and thumb. Has to use umm...
---
"Ally?... Ally what does Reiky put on his claws for playing like Mariachi?", no immediate answer and so the Grovyles position lowered slightly with an overacted little huff, she just felt in a silly mood and wanted to express it at all times. Even if she was the only one to enjoy her childishness. Finally though a french-lilted voice managed to come through to the tribals hearing and she once more, just for kicks, adjusted her empty glasses.
---
He uses a putty clay... thingy.
---
Maleti let her eyes narrow and brow furrowed as she looked in the direction Alouise`s voice had come from. "Helpful..."
Another quick glasses adjustment and back to typing!
---
He puts little blobs of clay onto his claw-tips, then bakes it with FIYAH...
(Mikaaaa! turn off auto-spell-check!! X< )
So that it hardens and lets him put full pressure on guitar strings without slicing through. Also does that sometimes when cooking cause raw meat punctures pretty easily, but it's non-toxic anytway.
He prefers focussing on his Synthesizer, calls it Betty and that thing is Hayuuuge!
(Mika you suuuuck!)
Apparently it was some old old thing that he spent lots of time on his first world-travels emptying out and refilling with new bits, also it blows fuses a lot, I mean it blows more than Mika does. (Mika is Burned! It's Super-effective!) But just like that ratty old hoodie he refuses to get a new one, saying he's tried others and they never feel right. My boys a sentimental sap!
He can cook... kinda. He says he used to be better at it cause he hasn't gotten used to the new tail-flame tempattature... temperature.
(... Fine you don't suck completely Mika. )
So until he admits defeat and tries using the kitchen appliances we have here there isn't much chance of getting steaks anything lower than well done. Oh he does do awwweesome ribs though, big Tauros ones... Oh and Curry. He has two big pots, one is only for fire-types though, I wanted to try it but just sniffing it burned my eyes, probably all spice and no flavour though so sod (Reiko taught me that one) that.
Actually Reiko can do lots of things... kinda. He is very good with his hands though and that leads to fun things (All mine to enjoy!... oh but other things too >_>). Like he tried wood-carving once and we have a bunch of little figurines of the models, though they had a nasty fall so I'm missing an arm and we had to glue Elenas head back on without the neck, it's still totally cute though.
---
"Letty!"
"Ally!", The Grovyle-morph jerked alert to the rest of the room she was in, eyes flicking around quickly before spotting Alouise` peering at her from around the half-wall of the living room that led into the kitchen, just before her glasses clattered to the desk.
"Reiko says to stop doing your nothing and set up his brick launchers for this afternoons training. Dibs on the breeze blocks!", big grin and nothing but a big radiant pink splat mark of paint on the wall from Alouise` spinning on her heel so fast to strike her fun tail against the interior of the house-hold.
Maleti had to work fast now, she wanted the Breeze block launchers, those were the ones he liked to be suprised with. Panic gripped the sizable chest of the Grovyle as she rustled upon the desk, before breathing with a sigh of relief. How could she possibly type without her uh... reading-in-style glasses?
---
Chicodex Entry Number 1, Reiko Valour.
PS: My boy likes to train by having bricks and things launched at him at high-speed. I kinda want to be impressed when it doesn't always sound dumb to tell people.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Pokemon
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 741 x 1280px
File Size 83.4 kB
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