Basically my entire family thinks I'm a bisharp. Merciless and cold but somehow attracting a flock of followers.
I only get along with my grandmother who is considered an old battleaxe for being just like me. The rest of the family disowned me yet still runs to me for advice and/or to ask permission to do things.
The thing is, that's not really how I am....
I actually am protective to a fault and very brave to the point of being told I have huge brass balls. I don't care if I am hurt if those I love are OK. When mixed you get someone who basically runs things in order to make sure everyone is safe even if it means I look like the bad guy. This is why they keep running back to me even though I have been disowned.
I have no clue what pokemon the rest of my family are, but grandma and I are the same.
