Name:
Mewthree
Number (If Any):
664
Type:
Psychic/Ice
Species:
Sub-zero
Habitat:
Rare (can only be obtained if Mewtwo is in party)
Height:
5ft 10in
Weight:
184lbs
Ability:
Sub-Zero: Has a 30% chance of freezing target if they land a direct physical attack; Reflects 1/2 the damage of beam attacks (Signal beam, Psybeam, Solar beam, ect.), Makes the user x4 weak to fire types and user takes damage during Sunny day.
Color:
Light Blue
Background Info/Pokédex:
Dex: A surprisingly docile Pokemon that was cloned from the DNA of Mewtwo;
However, due to a genetic failing, this Pokemon cannot survive in temperatures over freezing.
Background:
Created by Mewtwo, in the ruins of the laboratory of his birth, solely for companionship; Mewthree was Mewtwo's 49th attempt at cloning from his DNA, where all others before her became horribly mutated an unstable. As Mewthree developed, he grew fearful that she would become as violent and destructive as he had, and had made plans to terminate her before it was too late. He powered down the temperature control for the tank where she grew, in hopes that she would simple pass in her sleep, when she began to open her Opal-colored eyes, and smiled at him. His fears were laid to rest with that smile, but the damage caused by the loss of warmth had taken its toll on her development; she became unable to control her body temperature, and her genetic structure began to unravel in temperatures above freezing. Determined to keep her alive, Mewtwo froze the island where the lab was nestled and developed a sub-zero hibernation chamber for her to rejuvenate each night.
Baffled by the sudden climate change, local scientist on the island began to investigate the ruins of the old lab, where eventually Mewthree was discovered. A large team of scientist tried to excavate Mewthree from the ruins; due to her unfamiliarity with the men that invaded her home and with the beast they unleashed from crimson-white capsules, her gentle spirit and compassionate heart caused her to approach these strange creatures, which resulted in devastating injury on her part. Mewtwo returned to the lab not a moment too soon, to Mewthree’s relief and the human’s dismay. Seeing his beloved’s blood splashed across linoleum tiles and the tank, which kept her alive, in shambles, his heart pounded in fury, his blood pulsed in pure, blind rage, and he murdered every last human and Pokemon.
Mewthree started at the gentle creature that brought her food, that made sure her tank was functioning properly, that spent days –no, weeks- on end, trying to find a method for her to survive outside of her ice-coated world; who worried about her, who laughed with her, who loved her; she started him, tears welling in her eyes, at Mewtwo, covered in the blood of beings who screamed for mercy and howled in pain. She tilted her head back, and cried; she cried for the murder of the innocent, the confused, the greedy; she cried sorrowful, icy tears, tears that soaked in her fur, and froze her solid.
Realizing what he had done, Mewtwo left the island, heart broken, in search of something to reverse her condition, and to cure Mewthree’s broken heart.
*pants*
Ok, it took me a couple days to do the picture, and I know the Background is long, dramatic, and maybe a little cliched, and I know everyone and their mother has probably made a Mewthree design, but....
Please, enjoy.
it so much O.O (but i still dont under stand why girls are better drawlers than boys 
) good job i have to say 
