Decided to finish this one for Valentine's Day, but got it ready too early so I decided to post it anyways, maybe I will make something new for Valentine.
COORIER is based on the Luzon Bleeding-Heart (Gallicolumba luzonica) mixed with a Mailman/Delivery Courier
It has the ability Overcoat as a reference to the phrase “Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds” often associated with the postal office
Soviet New Year postcards featuring holiday mail. I remember sending cards to all relatives as a kid. My grandfather always got heaps of mail around the New Years - from all extended relatives, uni friends, army comrades etc. He let me open the envelopes and be the first to see the card inside - it was so exciting!
This distant relative of PIDOVES is used to deliver letters and love messages by many. They use their psychic powers to read peoples hearts and track their loved ones, always finding the recipient of their letters without fail.
They can be equiped with a special Item called "Lovey-Dovey Satchel" used to store letters and other presents.
They know moves like Heart Stamp and Present, and their signature move is "Love Message", a psychic-type move that does double damage if the target is infatuated. If equiped with its satchel, it will show him throwing heart-stamped letters 💌 if not, they will be heart shaped projectiles
It has the ability Overcoat to protect itself from weather effects as a reference to the phrase "Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds" often associated with the postal office
It is based on the Luzon bleeding-heart Dove mixed with a mailman
AND THE COURIER COMES SWINGING IN
THE COMPETITI0N WITH A SPECIAL DELIVERY
LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE ISN'T GETTING THEIR MAIL TODAY!
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Courier's VS Card for @tf2shipswag oc tourney!!!! Why not give this mailman your vote? Who knows! Maybe he'll give you your mail in exchange?
(wait what do you mean thats illega-)
"H-hello?" he called in the cavernous darkness of the hall. "Is there anyone there?"
There was, fortunately, no reply, but there was some scrabbling up near the roof.
"We're closed, you know," he quavered. "But we're open again at seven in the morning for a range of stamps and a wonderful deal on mail to Pseudopolis." His voice slowed and his brow creased as he tried to remember everything Mr. Lipwig had told them earlier. "Remember, we may not be the fastest but we always get there. Why not write your old granny?"
"I ate my grandmother," growled the voice from high in the darkness. "I gnawed her bones."
Stanley coughed. He had not been trained in the art of salesmanship.