Some examples and designs of what Emmets team looked liked as babies, granted very similar to the original pokemon design just with a few minor differences.
Archen have some spikey feathers and their beaks are harder and heavier than normal so they tend to have balance issues till they evolve this affects their flying as babies.
Joltiks have tougher hides mostly the exposed spots on their backs which are also electric sacks that help in defence against large predators, they mostly don’t go on their own lest confident so they cling to their mothers back hiding in their fur.
Tynamo tend to stick in schools of fellow Tynamo , since their electric output is low, together they can generate and share power for defence mechanisms, a lone Tynamo is a dead Tynamo, unless they master the art of stealth.
Eelektrik are lone wolves, now they big and strong they hunt by themselves and have a serious bite for gripping prey and leaching their life.
The first two pages I finished. The deadly nadder, tracker class. The top pieces of paper are in runes but if you flip the paper it is translated. I’ll post the alphabet reference sheet after this.
↳ notes: art above by me. warnings for typical tf2 violence
↳ playlist: tracker/tf2 playlist
basic information
• tracker class
• tenth class
• specalizes in hunting down animals, people, objects, etc
• main weapons consist of snares and bear traps scattered around the map, but for close quarters combat a drop point blade is used. pistol if needed, but rarely
• on the battle field, they wear any sort of material that will help camafloge them. mostly a jacket that sort of works like spy's cloaking device but much weaker
• under the jacket and outside the field, they wear pants with many many pockets for any spare gear needed for traps, and a zip up jacket always left half open
• autistic. so so very autistic. undiagnosed however due to the time period, and just considered mentally ill. it's part of the reason the only job he could get was as a merc
• also trans. wears medical tape around his chest since binders don't exist; no top surgery yet. it's the 60's/70's and he isn't exactly keen to out himself surrounded by nine other paid killers. sometimes he finds himself wondering if medic would perform top surgery
• main friend is scout. ADHD/autism friends
• also gets along well with sniper. Both of them have tendencies to stay away from the explosions and stabbing down on the battle field, instead opting for their own little spots to do their jobs. they bond over that
• spy doesn't nessicarily hate them. which is a big thing, considering the fact that he hates everyone he works with
• borders between social and completely quiet. fluctuates depending on who they're with and how they're doing that day. i.e, always their best self with scout, very stoic when it comes to fighting
• has a record player. wouldn't sign the merc contract without a promise of one. had to buy their own records, though
• fond of miss pauling & her brief visits. has no idea if the sentiment is returned, but they don't really mind either way
• spy isn't allowed around them when they're drunk. tracker is not a very secretive or tidy drunk, so he'll just peel back layers of information from them until someone stops him. he did it a lot when they first joined the team, rude and sour as always, but eventually relented at the angry protests of scout
• scout calls them trackie for short. They pretend they hate it but it really just makes them smile to themself
• was in veitnam—has dogtags they hide under their shirt collar unless they forget. sometimes when they're feeling the reels of 'shell shock', they'll confide in scout since he went through the same experience
• night terrors.
• they wake up doused in sweat; throat raw.
• listens to a lot of fleetwood mac and queen. really whatever they can get their hands on though. Records are hard to come by in teufort so they can't be picky
• grew up in the south. it carries over into some of their daily mannerisms. not as much as engie, who's just full texan, but they have a strong love for sweet tea and bonfires. will occasionally make the former if they're feeling especially homesick, but that doesn't happen much
• absolutely chows down on sandwhichs with heavy
• has an obsession with chewing and blowing bubblegum. can't do it on the battlefield anymore though (they choked on it once and got sent to respawn. the following week and a half was filled with the worst heckling of his life)
• loves medics doves an insane amount. might be a little cautious of the ex-doctor himself, but they'll risk an impromtu operation just to hold archemedes for a few hours
• works with spy a lot. they're the only person that can even somewhat find out where he is or where he went. if it's the enemy spy, tracker will hunt them down or set traps to trip them up and send them to respawn. if it's their own teams spy, more often than not, the two will be paired up for missions together stealing the breifcase
• much like sniper, tracker gets sent on a lot of solo missions outside the gravel pit. tracking down targets and sending their coordinates to a hit man, or just killing them themself
• durring Expiration Date, tracker definitely takes the threat of dying more serious than the rest of the mercs
• wrote down an actual death wish to put in the bucket, but ultimately kept it to themself. and durring the next few days, they write letters to each of the mercs to give out on the last day before they die—but shred & burn all of them to pieces after finding out no ones going to die
• convinces himself that there's a time and place for heart-felt words, and it's definitely not anytime soon
• similarly to that, durring Meet The Tracker (the video is just entirely centered around him preparing for and doing their job), he doesn't talk much. just sets up traps and watches as people fall into or gets tangled in them
• does occasionally leave a comment
• "ooh, that's gonna hurt in the morning."
• "betcha he's gonna watch where he steps next time."
• "trapping never gets any easier. it''s like making a nice molotov cocktail. you gotta get it right every step of the way, or it ends up a burning pile of shit. i love it."
• the only shot we get of tracker doing anything outside the field is the ending shot
• it's dark as he lays with his back to the oak of a tree, a BLU corpse hanging upside down by rope, courtesy of a trap as they look up at the stars fondly
• it's fucked but so is everyone else
• not a good cook. i repeat, not a good cook
• knows how to pour cereal and maybe how to scramble eggs. but that's a hard maybe
• when it's his turn to cook dinner for everyone (since they all take turns doing their part) most of the time it ends up being one of the more disappointing meals. they try their best, and as time goes on they get better at cooking, but for the meantime only pyro is happy about the burnt eggs
• does not like to be touched. the most they can handle is the occasional ruffling of his hair, and even that can sometimes set him off
• overtime they get more and more comfortable with the mercs and some slight touches— smacks on the back, accidental skin on skin contact when handing things to each other, etc
• but on the rare occasion it all gets too much, tracker will blow up. and it's not pretty in the slightest
• the first time someone saw him completely lose it was spy
• it was on the battlefield. an enemy scout had found their hiding spot in a bush as he avoided their trap, and pushed them out of it, gaining the upper hand
• spy wasn't about to intervene in the first place. the newbie had to learn how to fend for himself
• his mild annoyance turned to surprise as he watched tracker lash out in fury, his spare hunting knife carving right through the BLU scout's chest cavity like it was hot butter
• even while invisible, and standing many meters away, spy could hear the heaving of their chest
• "bastard." came a frown from tracker, and a grim smile crossed spy's face as he watched them spit at the feet of the bloody corpse
• he hadn't told anyone about it, filing the information away in his brain for later
• he only let tracker know he saw them later—after they had blown up a second time. this time in front of the whole team
• no one died that time, but the communal showers were left in disastrous conditions for weeks
• he makes sniper drive him to town a lot for supply/grocery runs since the australian is one of the few who can drive (along with heavy, spy, & engie)
• tracker might also, just possibly, enjoy spending one on one time with sniper
• reverts back to more of an awkward state around him. doesn't really know how to read people all that well, and wants to actually form a bond with him
• "want anything from town while I'm in?" they asked, resisting the urge to set their feet on the campers dashboard
• "nah. but thanks, roo." sniper responded without looking up from the road
• tracker has no idea what 'roo' means, but figures it's good & sits back with a barely there smile
• when it comes to lil pootis, tracker is a prominent figure in the birds life
• will babysit him a lot; even if scout didn't ask them too originally
• gets uncharacteristically soft around pootis. especially when no one's around
• pyro saw the both of them passed out in tracker's room once with pootis curled on the mercs chest. they squealed & proceeded to drag the entire team into his doorway to see
• he woke up when pootis began to stir at all the noise
• never lived the infamous lil pootis incident down (everyone else thought it was amusing/sweet. he, in fact, did not)
• besides that embarrassing moment, tracker likes pootis a lot. keeps all the drawings he makes for them in a shoe box in his closet—right next to the drawings that pyro and scout have also given him
• pootis drew a piece of tracker & scout holding hands once with hearts around their heads
• tracker was quick to snatch it out of the eyes of the public with a poker face
• keeps it under his bed. looks at it sometimes and fiddles with his dogtags when his day's been bad
