Apophis was hatched naturally in the wild to an Arbok mother, and a Seviper father. He turned out to be a little Ekans, the two pokemon weren’t surprised but his father didn’t stick around for very long. He tended to wonder around, as his mother had told him. This hurt Apophis, but he was sure he would eventually see his father again, after all they had different trainers that’s what they did, correct? He didn’t put too much thought into it, and for a few years he was with his mother and her trainer. As he grew older, he started gaining small white splotches on his body, different from the others of his species, this made him quite unique.
Apophis’ trainer wasn’t the nicest in the world. He liked to use his pokemon to exhaustion and then try to push them further, his mother explained as, ‘getting stronger’ which is what Apophis’ wanted, he wanted to be stronger, to be useful. He gained his first scar when he was fighting against a Charmeleon, he ultimately lost that battle, getting the scar along his mid-line section. His trainer grew angry with him, and scolded him, punished him even, it wasn’t his fault he was a little Ekans! He grew colder the longer he was with this trainer, to the point that killing another pokemon was just mercy, it was better than letting them suffer from the poison that would coarse through their vein.
Once he was trained well enough, and knew some good move sets, he was sold off to a wealthy man, Apophis, suffering betrayal for the first time, was hurt. He didn’t feel like eating, drinking, fighting, nothing called to him. That was until he had seen a pokemon he hadn’t seen in years, his father was staring at him, he was astonished. His dad well groomed, took care of, and looked so majestic. Apophis’ father detested seeing the ‘mistake’ he had created. The two often got into spats, especially since Apophis was being trained by his father, Set.
During these…practices Apophis gained more scars; his father doing his best to try and get rid of the nuisance that his own master had bought. He lost his tail to his father, gained the cut around his neck, but Apophis was determined not to go down so easily. He had been passed off to another trainer, whose pokemon wanted to kill him. Apophis struggled for years with this man, and his own father, ultimately though Apophis bested the Seviper, and he watched his old man fall to the ground, the little Ekans towering over him, triumphant. Apophis thought it would be a good feeling, that he would be overjoyed. But instead it was a lonely, sinking feeling, the pit of his stomach churned, and he grew worried for him. He hoped his father would rise back up, and he laid there with him, by the Seviper… but he never got back up.
Apophis became closed off slowly after that, he felt empty, like a husk that had no purpose. It wasn’t until he passed by through the city, with his trainer, that he saw some pictures, posters, advertising a haven, a safe place. A place to call home, to be free, all he had to do was help. It sounded too good to be true, but he was willing to bite at anything. He waited for the right opportunity, taking off when the time was right and searching for this haven. His searching took a while, but he slithered before it, a single tear falling from one eye. He had… found his new home.