Angio, the Garden Witch

PERSONALITY
Angio is a moody, sour-tempered lady. She's quick to see others as a threat, and her prideful nature doesn't allow her to tolerate insults, perceived or otherwise. She's not used to cooperating with other Pokemon. Most others are either enemies, or beneath her. She's most civil to Grass- and Fairy-type Pokemon, seeing them as allies.

Angio's one drive in life is to keep the Forgotten Forest safe from all harm. Anyone she perceives as a threat to the forest she will remove using any means. Everyone else, she mostly ignores. She protects the forest because it's the closest thing she has to the garden she devoted herself to in the past, not out of any altruistic desire to protect the livelihood of Pokemon that call the forest home.

APPEARANCE
Angio is shorter than the average Florges. She has a plump build. Her bundle of flowers is vaguely heart-shaped.

HISTORY
Angio was one of many Pokemon eggs hatched by a breeding facility. Just a few weeks after hatching, she was bought by some enterprising individuals, and raised to fight.
These trainers were a group of people dedicated to opening a rental Pokemon battling facility. They already had a good customer base and were looking to expand their selection of rental Pokemon. Angio was trained rigorously and given high quality care and affection from the hired trainers, but had little contact with other Pokemon outside from sparring matches.

She evolved during these training matches, and once she hit the appropriate level, she was shuffled into the rental battle system. Angio was a loose cannon of sorts; she had a zest for battle, but often would disobey her temporary trainer if she thought her idea was better.

Eventually, the facility fell on hard times and closed down. She was given to the mother of the facility president, an ageing woman who needed company.

The lot were the facility once stood was repurposed as a garden. After spending many afternoons there with her trainer, Angio became its' guardian of sorts. She chased out many vandals and other troublemakers, and tended it with a watchful eye. The things she loved were the old woman, and the garden.

The old woman died, but before she did, she gifted Angio with a shiny stone and released her. Angio continued to watch over the garden, although some of the satisfaction had faded. She became reclusive, and a few local ghost stories popped up from humans' occasional sightings of her.

The disaster that struck took what Angio had in life. She said goodbye to the rubble and left. She was not used to having no purpose laid out for her; she took the first thing that came to her: the forest.