Abilities: Being a psychic-type Pokemon, telekinesis and telepathy come as natural to him as breathing. He can erect psychic barriers that can intercept most if not all attacks, and his psychic abilities are are second to none. In addition to his psychic prowess, he can harness varying other forms of energy. Among his capabilities, are the ability to manipulate ice, fire, thunder, and even his chi - something more associated with fighters. However, these abilities are more difficult for him to exercise and he prefers to use his psychic powers whenever possible.
First Person: [The feed starts with the camera focused on Mewtwo's face. He stares at the device inquisitively as it sways and bobs, as if floating on water. After a moment, the camera begins to turn and weave, revealing more of his features. A clubbed tail, three-fingered hands ending in large balls, and a glimpse of a second neck all come into view as it turns in the air.]
Odd that someone would see fit to bring me here and give me this device, with no attempts to enforce their will upon me... [His face comes back into view, a more piercing look in his eyes.] More disturbing is that this... thing can translate my thoughts into sound. I do not like it.
Third Person:
It had been roughly a week since his arrival in this place. Mewtwo had tried over the course of that week to find a suitable place he could call a temporary shelter, but was unable to find any. He disliked being in human buildings, because of the cramped spaces and proximety to humans. The park was out of the question, when every time he thought he'd found a secluded enough to spend any kind of time meditating, the beasts always found him and ran him out. For the time being, he had settled for perching on rooftops, safely away from prying eyes. However, he had not been able to adequately rest, nor had he eaten much since arriving.
Now, he had reached his limit. Unable to find any berries he knew he would be able to digest, his involuntary fasting had sapped his strength. Unable to keep himself aloft with his psychic powers, he had fallen - hard - into the fountain located in the center of what he had come to know as the heart of the city. Small cuts littered his skin from his hasty retreats from the beasts inhabiting the park, with bruises forming from the fall. He didn't know what would come of him, but there was one thing he could not help but think as the watch sputtered to life, translating thought to sound.
"I was created to be the most powerful Pokemon alive... to be unconquerable, unstoppable, invincible. No man could best me, no Pokemon could rival my power. And yet here I am. Broken and defeated. And what should I call my victor? Some unfathomable beast in possession of power surpassing my own? No... brought down by exhaustion. My own body fights me... my mind fogs... and here I lie, at the mercy of the elements. I believe humans have a saying for this... 'O how the mighty have fallen'..."
[Canon] Pokemon || Mewtwo pt. 3
Abilities:
Being a psychic-type Pokemon, telekinesis and telepathy come as natural to him as breathing. He can erect psychic barriers that can intercept most if not all attacks, and his psychic abilities are are second to none. In addition to his psychic prowess, he can harness varying other forms of energy. Among his capabilities, are the ability to manipulate ice, fire, thunder, and even his chi - something more associated with fighters. However, these abilities are more difficult for him to exercise and he prefers to use his psychic powers whenever possible.
First Person:
[The feed starts with the camera focused on Mewtwo's face. He stares at the device inquisitively as it sways and bobs, as if floating on water. After a moment, the camera begins to turn and weave, revealing more of his features. A clubbed tail, three-fingered hands ending in large balls, and a glimpse of a second neck all come into view as it turns in the air.]
Odd that someone would see fit to bring me here and give me this device, with no attempts to enforce their will upon me... [His face comes back into view, a more piercing look in his eyes.] More disturbing is that this... thing can translate my thoughts into sound. I do not like it.
Third Person:
It had been roughly a week since his arrival in this place. Mewtwo had tried over the course of that week to find a suitable place he could call a temporary shelter, but was unable to find any. He disliked being in human buildings, because of the cramped spaces and proximety to humans. The park was out of the question, when every time he thought he'd found a secluded enough to spend any kind of time meditating, the beasts always found him and ran him out. For the time being, he had settled for perching on rooftops, safely away from prying eyes. However, he had not been able to adequately rest, nor had he eaten much since arriving.
Now, he had reached his limit. Unable to find any berries he knew he would be able to digest, his involuntary fasting had sapped his strength. Unable to keep himself aloft with his psychic powers, he had fallen - hard - into the fountain located in the center of what he had come to know as the heart of the city. Small cuts littered his skin from his hasty retreats from the beasts inhabiting the park, with bruises forming from the fall. He didn't know what would come of him, but there was one thing he could not help but think as the watch sputtered to life, translating thought to sound.
"I was created to be the most powerful Pokemon alive... to be unconquerable, unstoppable, invincible. No man could best me, no Pokemon could rival my power. And yet here I am. Broken and defeated. And what should I call my victor? Some unfathomable beast in possession of power surpassing my own? No... brought down by exhaustion. My own body fights me... my mind fogs... and here I lie, at the mercy of the elements. I believe humans have a saying for this... 'O how the mighty have fallen'..."