Slimelda

"Gooooooo..."

The first of Anna_Lee's Pokémon, hatched from a sick egg she found in the woods, and unbirthed (as she had no Pokéball to store it in), Slimelda is Anna's most beloved partner, almost always at her side, when she isn't wrapped around her affectionately. Because of the circumstances revolving around her birth, Slimelda is a little more intelligent than a normal Goodra, though isn't capable of human speech. Large, affectionate, and usually more than a little hungry, Slimelda's immense size and appetite often get her and her trainer in trouble, but when push comes to shove, Anna and her team can always count on her.

As mentioned, Slimelda is affectionate, and tends to hug Anna and her teammates alike lovingly. As a result of the fact that she is Anna's first Pokemon, she tends to maintain peace amongst the rest of the team. She gained an early love for milk, thanks to being nursed by her "mother" as a newborn Goomy, and while she can and does satisfy herself via Moo-Moo Milk (and a handful of wild Miltank), she tends to prefer her mother's milk, straight from the source.

Despite her kind nature, however, Slimelda is NO pushover. She's very strong, encompassing a battle style that's as playful as it is violent, slinging her tail and head tentacles around in battle, slingling sometimes poisonous slime onto her foes, slamming them with her wide hips, and smothering them with her ample frame.

RAW DATA:

Slimelda is 90/10 predator, Strength- and Seduction-Type. She's taller and heavier than the average Goodra, standing at about 8'7", and weighing close to 1400 lbs. She can manipulate objects with her head tentacles, and can whip them and her tail out quickly, like a frog's tongue.

AS PRED:

Slimelda's body, while opaque and relatively solid, is very slimy. While she prefers to use one of her body's natural openings to ingest her meals, with enough pressure, she can absorb someone into her slimy body through her belly, tail, breasts, or head tentacles. She is NOT, however, able to become liquid, bot more akin to a really thick quicksand at her most viscous.

When she's hungry, she tends to be ravenous, regardless of how long it's been since she's eaten, and is prone to eating not merely to satisfy her hunger, but to the point where she's lying atop the enormous, squishy ball of her stomach, borderline miserable from her meal. If she can't get at it with her hands, she'll use her long neck. If she can't get at it with that, she'll use her head tendrils. And, if she can't get at it with those, well, then, she's probably full, finally.