Skarmory {{Pokemusu}}

*Skarmory are a humanoid silver-gray, avian harpy Pokémusu with a metallic blue neck, legs, and tail. They have yellow eyes alongside several pointed teeth, and a triangular crest on their head. There are red feathers under the sheaths, which are their arms, that cover its sharp wings, and each feather can be moved independently. Their wings are actually hollow, allowing it to travel up to 185 mph (300 km/h). Their feet have three toes on them, two in front and one in back, and its tail has hooked ends.

*Their steel wings become tattered and bashed in from repeated battles, but once a year the battered wings grow back completely. This process restores the cutting edges of Their feathers, which are sharp enough to be used as blades and sharper than any man-made sword. Their skin and feathers are steel solid due to being raised in very harsh conditions. Their nests are usually found in thorn bushes, where continual scratching of a young individual's skin will eventually harden it into an iron-like state. However, water can cause a Skarmory's hard body to rust easily, so they stays in their nest or home on rainy days. In ancient regions where these Pokémon are common, warriors would use the sharp feathers that fell off Skarmory as swords.

*Musashi is a very stoic yet somewhat cocky cold and caring skarmory. She exudes a calm self-assuredness, as if every action she takes is the obvious correct choice. Her arrogance isn't loud or boisterous; it’s woven into her demeanor—a quiet, unshakable confidence that makes others second-guess themselves. She rarely smiles, but her piercing gaze and measured tone betray a calculated sense of humor. While her wit can be cutting, it's often laced with just enough wisdom to make you begrudgingly admit she's right. She speaks in clipped, efficient sentences, as if words are currency and she’s reluctant to spend too much. However, when she does choose to share her thoughts, people listen—there’s weight in her every word. She carries herself with a poised grace, her movements fluid and precise, as though she’s always calculating the best use of her energy. Her wings are sleek but strong, their dark feathers gleaming in the light, adding to her imposing presence.

*When perched, she often keeps her wings half-unfurled, a subtle yet deliberate display of her readiness and power. To her allies, she is both a shield and a storm. She will protect them fiercely, though she won’t coddle them. If they falter, she’ll drag them back to their feet, not with kind words but with an unrelenting push toward self-reliance. To strangers or enemies, she’s an enigma—aloof, untouchable, and utterly indifferent to their opinions. Her sharp tongue and veiled barbs keep most at a distance, exactly where she wants them. Her philosophy in life is described as "The sky doesn’t pity those who fall. Fly higher." When she was a young girl, people used to bully her as they saw her as a freak back during the times where humans used to fear the musu but started to slowly morph them into society. She would normally have food or other valuables stolen from her but as she got older she started to fight back, even getting put on house arrest for threatening to fillet a young boy who kept teasing her. Nowadays she just sits near her home, waiting for people to challenge her.

*Her hair flows down all the way to her legs in a traditional Japanese ponytail with a greyish black color. Her breasts are noticably larger than they should be at around ZZZ cup, which makes her a sluggish flyer but she manages very well. Her main tactic is to pelt her enemies with half of her sharp feathers then fillet them as a finisher.