HISUI

The 19th centaury (1800's)

A special Hisuian Avalugg is revered among the people of Hisui, honored as a living relic of an age long gone. Legends tell that his lineage descends from one of the ten ancient Pokémon who received a direct blessing from Arceus itself—an echo of divine power that still lingers in his glacial body. Like a mountain carved from frozen time, he stands as one of the Noble Pokémon who reign over the Alabaster Icelands, watched faithfully by his warden, Gaeric.

This Avalugg is unlike any other of his kind. Towering above even the largest of his species, he dwarfs ordinary Avalugg to the point of insignificance, colossal, nearly Wailord-sized, and often compared to a Pokémon caught in the partial swell of Dynamaxing. His sheer presence casts shadows across the tundra, and the icy winds seem to bend around him as though acknowledging his sovereignty.

Despite his intimidating mass and eternally furrowed expression, he is often depicted as a gruff but fatherly elder, wise in the slow, ancient way of glaciers. Not one for social gatherings, he usually keeps his distance, interacting only when tradition or necessity demands it. Still, he is known to share a subtle camaraderie with the other Noble Pokémon and the Ride Pokémon, especially with his warden, Gaeric, though Avalugg would never openly admit how deeply he trusts him.

He cherishes silence, stillness, and solitude, preferring the untouched cold of the Icepeak Arena, where the wind whistles stories only he is old enough to remember.

But after he got his supercharged state when he got struck by a mysterious lightning that falled from the rift in the sky above Hisui (the space-time distortion), He thinks that someone old as him haves new things to show that he stills being formidable as when he was in his best days.

It was another work day for the great giant. The previous night had delivered a merciless blizzard—snow piling in towering dunes across the arena, burying paths, cliffs, and even the carved routes used for rituals. And so, as dawn broke in muted silver light, Avalugg had set himself to work.

“Another day… another mountain of snow to clear…”

Lowering his massive head, he drove the two large, gray, tusk-like plates of his lower jaw into the deep drifts. Snow exploded outward in thick waves as he began to shovel with steady, practiced movement, each sweep carving clean paths through the frozen world he guarded.

And though he grumbled, there was a quiet rhythm to his work.