Name: Bob. It was simple to remember, and it's a nice syllable.

Species: WURMPLE

Gender: Male

Moves: String Shot - Poison Sting - Tackle

Bio: Bob the Wurmple is a wild Wurmple, interestingly enough; he was born and abandoned in the Birch Forest, where he and his egg-mates tried to survive the harsh (to them) world of the wild. Wurmple being easy prey to the myriad predators of Birch Forest, Bob (unnamed at the time) was one of only two surviving members of the brood - the other became a Cascoon and was promptly forgotten about. In his early weeks, Bob learned how to gather berries and hide from monsters - or, when he couldn't, he learned to use his string shot in order to slow them down enough for him to run. He learned to tempt predators with other foodstuffs - corpses or berries - so that he could sneak around them.

Less than a year ago, after finding a beautiful, alluring stone on a corpse, Bob saw a small adventuring party. A plant-type and a fire type, neither of whom were of species he recognized. They were clearly outsiders, and though instinct told him that they should have been predator and prey, they were equals. Bob was fascinated, amazed that instinct could be subverted such that two completely different beings could co-operate and survive in tandem. Ever since, he's had a sort of obsession with watching - sometimes even trying to communicate with - other outsiders, though he doesn't quite have a grasp on their language yet.

Now, this curious, somewhat intelligent wild Wurmple has decided to do something he's never done before - he's going to go to wherever these people come from. Perhaps he'll partake in whatever magic allows predator and prey alike to become equals. Maybe he'll finally find a purpose, like the many outsiders seem to have when they venture into his 'home'. 

Appearance: Bob wears an everstone. String holds it around his neck.
That's it.

Differences: Despite being weak, slow and generally just terrible at normal battle, Bob the Wurmple excels in thinking of creative solutions to his problems, and prides himself in his ability to use string shot for purposes that are not at all intended. He's trying to make his string shot strong enough such that he can hold on to it and swing with it like an Aipom swings on vines, mostly by experimenting with various berries and other consumables.
Also of note is that Bob fears evolution. He's seen it happen, and he doesn't know what that thing that comes out of it is, only that it isn't the original. He doesn't know that the Everstone has protected him from the mighty beast that is Evolution, but if he did he'd hold on to it all the tighter.