Name: Edgar Delano Age:18 Gender: Male Hometown: Lavender town Appearance: Edgar is rather tall at 6'2, and has a medium build with a pale complexion. He has fairly long brown hair, kept in a pony tail, and bangs that touch his chin. His eyes are brown. Edgar wears a large dark brown cowboy hat most of the time and also wears a light brown trench coat with many pockets, along with boots, and gloves on his hand. Personality: Edgar is laid back and enjoys just relaxing. He lives life to enjoy every moment of it, and tries not to stress out about things. His philosophy on life is 'just one day at a time'. He couldn't take the sullenness of lavender town, and tries avoiding depressing situations, which makes him not delicate with people who are down. He just doesn't know how to deal with them. His solution to anything he doesn't know how to deal with is to just leave it alone. He prefers being around happy people, and is happy-go-lucky himself. He's not serious about many things, and is lazy as a result. For Edgar, he just wants to relax, and have a good time all the time. Alot of this comes because Edgar is unsure what he wants to do. He likes travelling, but doesn't see how he's becoming anything, so he just doesn't think about it. He feels a bit ashamed whenever someone mentions their dreams, because Edgar doesn't have any, and feels bad about it. All he knows is he hated being in Lavender Town, and he wants to enjoy life. The best thing about life Edgar enjoys is the outdoors. He likes the scenery, and feeling relaxed. He feels cramped in very large cities, and is afraid of large groups of people. He's pretty friendly in small groups though, and the misses being around some company. He just wants to find a place he feels like he fits in, and find what his dream is. Profession: Currently just a Trainer, will change later to Berry Master. (Why doesn't he have a grass pokemon if he's going to be a berry master? Well you can't just laze around on the back of an Oddish all day, can you? :D) Talents: Edgar's pretty good at living off the land, enjoying the wanderer's life. He can tell what types of fruits and roots are edible and which are not. He's very creative, especially with his hands, making many tools with the little he has. His biggest talent is his ability at using berries. Inventory: A sleeping bag, a pocketknife, 3 energy powders, and a berry bag specifically for carrying the berries he often uses. The bag currently has 4 Sitrus Berries, and a Pecha Berry. Starter Pokemon: Onix- Named Gaia- lv 5- F Ability: Sturdy Moves: -Tackle -Harden -Bind -Curse Personality: Gaia is extremely curious pokemon, which often causes her trouble due to her massive size. She adores Edgar and doesn't mind him riding on her back. Biography: Edgar grew up in Lavender Town, close by the Radio Tower that was the cemetery. His family, when he was younger, worked in the cemetery. They often payed respect to the pokemon in that tower, and would often take Edgar along. The Ghastly in the tower often played tricks on Edgar, enjoying spooking him. Edgar hated going, despite his parents talking about how the pokemon's spirits would repay the respect he payed them. His mom loved Ghost pokemon, and liked the tower because of that. His parents threw a fit when the cemetery was torn down for the Radio Tower. Edgar was not too torn up about it, and celebrated the radio. He liked the happy tunes. Edgar always had a happy-go-lucky attitude, and hated how everyone in the whole city seemed to be depressed allthe time. Lavender town was not a place where Edgar could feel like he could just enjoy himself. To escape it, he often was found north of town on Route 10, climbing around on the rocks. One day his parents tried taking him to the Soul House where the graves had been moved, and he flat out refused, and went north to enjoy nature a bit, ending up around Rock Tunnel. He accidentally fell down a shaft of the cave and quickly became lost. After wandering for what seemed like hours he ran into an young Onix, who kept eyeing him. Edgar was afraid at first, but remembered his parents line about being respectful to pokemon and them remembering it. He offered the pokemon an Oran Berry, and asked the pokemon if it could show him where the exit was. The Onix eyed the berry for a minute, then looked back at Edgar before quickly snatching it. It nodded it's head, and took off. Edgar ran trying to keep up with the massive pokemon, before jumping on it's back. The Onix seemed surprised, and curious at the human on it's back, but continued all the same. At the entrance Edgar gave him the rest of the berries he had on him, before heading back home for the scolding of his life. He came back to the cave a few weeks later, to see if he could thank the Onix that saved him. He found her, and started a habit of visiting the Onix and giving her berries. Eventually he nicknamed the Onix Gaia, feeling weird just calling her Onix. It surprised Edgar's parents when his Onix started following him home. Edgar eventually decided he was tired of Lavender Town, and wanted to explore the world. He told his parents he wanted to leave. He lied to them and told them he wanted to become a great trainer, and became a champion. Really all he wanted to do was see the world, but he didn't think they'd let him do that. He officially bought a pokeball for Gaia, and started his journey. He initially went wherever Gaia would take him. During this time, he started studying the different berries of different areas. A few mishaps, and he started learning which ones would do what by watching the wild pokemon in the area. He started to feel guilty though that he wasn't becoming anything great like what he had said, and he started to head to Pallet town, the starting point of all great trainers. Even if he wasn't going to amount to much, he might as well give it a try. Notes/Other: *Edgar enjoys travelling by lazing around on the back of his Onix. *Edgar prefers keeping his pokemon outside their pokeballs whenever possible, even with a pokemon as massive as Onix. *Scared of ghost pokemon

Name: Sybil Goldon
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Hometown: Dewford Town, Hoenn

Appearance:
Soft flesh, small shoulders, and round cheeks give the impression of a child, something Sybil definitely is not. Growing up in the sunny town of Dewford, Sybil was blessed with rough, tanned skin and a near immunity to the sun's harmful rays, a useful power for one who spends most of her days journeying. Long, pale brown hair falls down to her waist, thick and sleek in appearance despite it's constant habit of frizzing up. She often ties it back to keep it out of her way during expeditions, though her inability to make ponytails usually leaves it to a simple ribbon at the base of the strands. Smoky blue eyes glare out from beneath side swept bangs, constantly clouded with thought, and they only brighten at the sight of something that excites her interests. Rather thick eyebrows curve downwards, giving Sybil a perpetual look of annoyance.

Her face is round and child-like, though the angles of adulthood have begun to cut more prominently through the softness. Cute features stand out among her tanned flesh, a small nose and doll-like lips add on to her young appearance, and long lashes curl downwards against round, dull eyes. Her body is curvy, genes blessing her with a near hourglass figure despite her short stature, but she is far from unhealthy. Muscles line her arms and legs from years of physical training and cave exploration, and she has very obvious abs.

Normally, Sybil can be found in a yellow rain poncho, with the hood up to shield her face and her body surrounded in sleek, yellow fabric. The cloak was a hand-me-down from her mother, and was mostly used for traversing Hoenn's Meteor Falls. Sybil clings to it like a lifeline, though. and feels practically naked without it. Underneath she wears a blue-white striped tank top, a short, dark blue parka, and jean shorts that fall just above her lower thigh. Hiking boots are the norm for footwear, and she has a strange looking bracelet, inscribed with ancient runes, on her right wrist. (5'2"; 120 lbs) Horribly Rough Sketches + + +

Personality:
Cold, blunt, yet surprisingly empathetic, Sybil isn't exactly as mean a girl as she could be. Spending most of her life in caves or museums has really taken out her people skills, and while she has been able to grow extremely close to Pokemon quite quickly it is quite the opposite for humans. Bonds of trust always seem to fall short in her hands, as her constant cynical attitude often pushes people she may have been close to away and her harsh tongue keeps strangers far from her biting wit. Growing up with a historian and an archaeologist has lead Sybil to be a rather knowledgeable girl, at least, when it comes to rocks and dead languages. When it comes to math and even the most basic chemical sciences Sybil is far from a genius, often getting flustered at the thought of having to solve any sort of equation. Ignoring her inability to be a mathematician, she can read most ancient languages, and has a keen eye for rocks and fossils, as well as anything else that piques her interest.

Her thirst for adventure is great, and she is not afraid to get down and dirty when the ideal quest comes along. One particular childhood dream she remembers is her wish to be a treasure hunter, someone who would traverse even the most dangerous cliff-sides in search of the golden wonder of knowledge (and anything else that comes along with it). Sybil often jokes that if there is a rare artifact at stake she would give her life to protect it, and though she may laugh about the idea it is most certainty a true quality to her. Knowledge of the past is important to her, and if anything that could possibly tell her a new historical fact or lesson is in danger Sybil will risk everything to defend it.

Alone, Sybil is quiet and observant, making sure to keep her eyes, ears, and mind open to the world around her. Without the presence of people and the plaguing noises of cities and voices she is ultimately peaceful, almost pleasantly tranquil, and her expression always softens to the point of no recognition. Forests and mountains are her favorite places to sit in think, far from the pollution that plagues towns and cities and the people that gaze down at her with eyes and hearts full of easy-to-notice emotions. She is easily annoyed by loud noises and people who seem to always whine or beg for attention, and can resort to harsh yelling if pushed to her breaking point, which you truly wouldn't want to wish against any man due to her already blunt-way of speaking. She has a biting wit, almost always having something to say back in an argument, and her sense of humor is often dry and normally based around obscure rock-puns. While Sybil may get into fights often, she would never raise her hand in an aggressive manner, knowing very well how much pain a single human can wrought against others with a simple slap.

Sybil is happiest when she is with either her closest friends/family or friendly Pokemon since she feels as though she can always trust them. When completely and utterly relaxed and calm around her friends Sybil can appear to be more playful and kind, maybe even a bit clingy, and if she feels truly safe around you she may hold onto your arm, hand, or clothing. She can be very protective of her closer colleagues, defending them with the entirety of her being, and she has a strong, liberal sense of justice. Despite appearing somewhat cold around strangers, Sybil is easily effected by other's emotions, and can almost seem bipolar in crowds due to the fact that there are just so many feelings to pick up on. Due to these emotional swings she prefers to stay away from large groups of people or Pokemom, much preferring those she has gotten to know or can feel relaxed around. Despite her somewhat antisocial behavior, Sybil is plagued with Monophobia, or the fear of being alone, and because of this she is almost always craving travel partners.

During battles she is focused and cunning, as well as observant, and while she isn't exactly to knowledgeable on battling she knows her Pokemon's strengths and weaknesses and uses them to her advantage. Sybil can spend days simply writing and remembering facts about Pokemon, finding their habits interesting and powers to be quite baffling, and from this form of studying she is able to discover their abilities and flaws with relative swiftness.

Profession: Trainer
Talents: Knowledgeable in many ancient languages. Can distinguish stones and fossils particularly well and has a knack for exploring caves and ruins. Somewhat empathetic as well, making her good at guessing what others are thinking/feeling simply by being near them and observing them.

Inventory:
- $500
- Pokeballs (4)
- Potions (3)
- Escape Ropes (2)
- Flashlight
- Ice Axe (2)
- Various Notebooks (5)
- Clothing (Nightwear + bathing suit)
- Rations (Dry food + water)

Starter Pokemon: Aron, named Lapis.
Level: 5
Moves: Tackle, Harden
Ability: Sturdy
Nature: Rash

Biography:
Hailing from Dewford Town in the Hoenn region, Sybil had a rather peculiar childhood. Her parents, though always busy with work, loved to teach her about rocks and fossils and history whenever they had the chance. They loved her dearly, and wished to share their knowledge to make her as bright as can be. Her father, Rodger Goldon, even took her on a few (easier) expeditions when she was old enough to go along, and Eryn, her mother, constantly taught her how to read and write with many ancient scripts. Sybil was instantly attached to cave exploration and treasure hunting, and once she hit the age of eight she instantly began wandering the nearby towns in search of caves to explore and ruins to investigate. Days underground exploring or inside studying didn't exactly give Sybil a lot of choices when it came to friends, leaving her to be somewhat of a loner.

Eventually, her father's work sent him out of town and soon out of the region, leaving Sybil alone to turn over already turned over stones and sigh with boredom as her mother became much more intense towards her work. After finding all she can around the nearby towns and losing interest in watching her mother's back, Sybil turned to a particularly spiritual woman on the island for fun. She visited that elderly woman everyday with questions and thoughts, and in return she managed to learn a bit about the emotions and levels of Pokemon. Though she didn't have much of an interest in Pokemon earlier in life, in her pre-teen years she became very much entranced with their habits and feelings. While exploring caves she also took a moment to glance at the Zubat nests and smile, feeling their serenity though she wasn't sure how. Chris eventually got to know many of the cave and sea Pokemon around town, though never truly caught any of them to train or battle. She simply enjoyed venting to them and watching them in their natural habitat.

One time while exploring the Granite Cave for the twentieth time (probably), Sybil stumbled across an odd egg. Totally abandoned, covered in dust and deathly cold. She took no time to scoop it up and take it home. After allowing it to lay in the warm sun for a few hours it moved, only slightly, and Sybil watched over it daily, caring for it like a mother. The first time it moved was a month after Sybil discovering it, surprisingly. On the same day, Sybil's mother approached her with a ticket; apparently her father had received a spare pass to Kanto by mistake and, with permission from mother of course, wondered if Sybil would like to explore a new region. She took the slip in a heartbeat, nodding enthusiastically, and it seemed the egg could feel her excitement as well, for it started moving to and fro with sudden liveliness.

In the next week, she was packed and shipped off to Pallet Town. Her father had mentioned something about her joining the Pokemon League, and though Sybil felt a bit skeptical due to her lacking knowledge on battling he assured her it would be a good learning experience. On the boat ride over, the egg suddenly hatched, revealing the mysterious Pokemon to be a very, very small Aron. Sybil quickly thought up a name for the small being, Lapis, which would be Latin for stone. He was a gluttonous little thing, and Sybil quickly grew fond of him despite his constant attempts to chew at the steel railings that lined the ship. With a new region to explore, a Pokemon League to attempt, and her first Pokemon under her belt, Sybil decided to look towards the future with ambition.

Shortly after her arrival to Pallet Town, Eryn Goldon received a call from one of Kanto's archaeologists. Apparently, Rodger Goldon had gone missing after a sudden cave collapse in Mount Moon. Sybil has yet to be informed.

Notes/Other: Sybil's father can be used for any plots you have in mind, in case you need some smart fellow or an archaeologist in the future.

Name: Gilberte “Gil” Chevalier Age: 17 Gender: Female; she/her pronouns Hometown: Jubilife City, Sinnoh Appearance: A diminutive stature barely reaching five feet, impeccable dark eyeliner, and a slender, petite frame lend - with accuracy that surprises absolutely no one - to the notion Gil does not enjoy the outdoors in any sense of the word. Sharp eyebrows lie low on her forehead, giving the appearance of a constant scowl. Gentle angles cut into the pale canvas of her face, providing a sharp contrast to the dark circles offsetting deep brown eyes. These eyes are perpetually narrowed, and the irises unusually small, giving the impression of constant skepticism. A small nose and delicate mouth would give her a doll-like appearance were they not usually twisted into a scowl. Long, layered white hair falls in waves down her back, stopping a few inches above her waist, and a choppy, fluffy fringe feathers across her forehead. She prefers wearing her hair down - it is rather long, and quite heavy, and keeping it up all the time would give her a headache - but will occasionally throw it into a messy bun. Gil is usually pretty good about maintaining the dye job, but sometimes, she’s prone to bouts of laziness, and lets the roots grow out a bit. Rarely seen without an oversized hoodie or sweatshirt of some form; usually wears leggings or some kind of athletic pants with them. Has surprisingly practical taste in shoes; a solid, sturdy pair of bright, tacky red athletic sneakers. Personality: Easily flustered and angered even faster, Gil is governed solely by impulse and emotion. Rationality and logistics fall to the wayside in favor of instinct or intuition, especially in a conflict. A gruff, somewhat awkward demeanor and dry, surly sort of humor give her an almost rough-around-the-edges sort of aura, particularly when she’s being forced to sit down and be civil. She’s not particularly adept at handling crowds, either; her short stature and distaste for socialization leaves her positively floundering. Gil is somewhat impatient, and even though she’s a self-proclaimed pacifist, wouldn’t hesitate to fling her Pokeballs aside and jump into the fray herself. (She’s eternally ready to fight. Poor disaster child would probably try to punch an Ursaring if it pissed her off.) Has a flippaint, devil-may-care attitude towards academics, and as such, dropped out of formal education to pursue a career in training and sate her wanderlust (though her father also played an integral role in this decision, too; there’s enough defiance coursing through her veins to power a small regiment). She tends to fidget when forced to sit still for very long, especially if she’s waiting on someone she’s travelling with to finish up a transaction or draw a conversation to a close. Despite this brash veneer, Gil’s constantly plagued by doubts for the future. She’s terrified she won’t be able to make it as a trainer and provide for herself, and she’s too prideful to slink back home and try to rectify things with her family. A life spent rotting away at some desk job isn’t the life for her - ask her, and you’ll receive an emphatic refusal, probably some remark about how she’d rather fling herself off an overpass than spend the rest of her life bored and filled with regret. She’s also hyperaware of her belligerence, and how quickly she resorts to shouting, and she’s determined to learn to curb her temper. The last thing in the world she wants is to become anything like her rat bastard father. It’s a touchy subject. Profession: Novice trainer Talents: The ability to argue with practically anyone; an armada of various bad ideas and ways to execute them; the ability to subsist off defiance alone. Inventory:

• 7 Pokeballs
• Thermal, well-insulated sleeping bag + portable travel-sized pillow
• $200
• Personal hygiene + cosmetic supplies; has an unholy devotion toward maintaining her eyeliner
• A bottle of disinfectant, a small box of band-aids, and two rolls of gauze
• Store-bought, relatively decent-quality Pokemon food
• 4 Potions; 2 Antidotes; 1 Burn Heal she carries expressly for comedic purpose
• A few changes of clothes
• Obscenely gaudy bright red backpack in which all of this is stored

Starter Pokemon: "Wukong” (Male Chimchar), level 5 Biography: Born and raised in Jubilife by a father who regarded Pokemon trainers as cowardly thugs that frittered away their families’ assets gallivanting around the world, and a quiet, hesitant mother whose opinion was never valued as an equal, Gil grew up with the desire to travel and develop a perspective of her own. Partially out of defiance, partially because she couldn’t stand staying in the same place for very long, Gil made it her life’s ambition to see the world with her own eyes and forge a future by herself - much to her father’s displeasure. People are a product of their environment, and people also don’t develop such severe opinions for no reason. Gil’s older brother Liam, a Pokemon enthusiast to an almost obsessive degree, had wasted hundreds of dollars on schooling and occupational preparation only to succumb to anxiety, freak out, turn his back on everything the day of his final exams, and devote his life to Pokemon breeding. He picked up a Chimchar from the Sinnoh Lab and just like that, the existence of Liam Chevalier was no longer acknowledged. Gil was envious, of course, because she really didn’t think it was fair he got to follow his life’s ambitions, whereas she was stuck pursuing some mundane, boring desk job she didn’t want. She almost considered asking to visit, maybe see if he’d breed her a Lillipup for a pet - sane company, her excuse was. Of course, due to Edward Chevalier’s volatile nature and propensity for lashing out at what he perceived as insubordination with a rough cuff to the ear, this opinion was wisely kept silent after the first few confrontations. In the back of Gil’s mind it festered, and she nourished it with resentment. Clandestine mock-battles in the schoolyard, surreptitious exchanges of what her father scornfully dubbed “filthy propaganda” - such as professional statistics and recordings of tournaments - anything Gil could get her hands on was used as artillery. Edward wasn’t totally oblivious, because Gil wasn’t exactly the paragon of stealth, but he remained silent - holding out for the hope his daughter was just “going through a phase” and that it’d all “blow over and she’d come to her senses”. Her mother, Dana, on the other hand, silently cheered her on with an almost savage sort of satisfaction. Her daughter was succeeding where she had failed, and maybe, if Gil was lucky, Gil would have the opportunities Dana never got the chance to experience. The tension built, rapidly escalating when secret desires turned into bold proclamations, Gil eventually stopped attending school, and her grades dropped from “decent” to “nonexistent”. Everything came to a head the day Edward stumbled blearily down the stairs at four in the morning, having been jolted from sleep by a large crash, and found his daughter cramming supplies into a backpack, shoes on her feet and a few Pokeballs at her belt. The resulting argument could have woken the dead, and just like that, Gil was fleeing her home, with shouts threatening to call the authorities at her back and the sun in her eyes, and for the first time in her life, everything was going as it should be. The black sheep of the family had taken her throne, estranged and all the better for it. She managed to contact Liam, made arrangements to stay with him in his current Kanto residence for a few years, maybe to get on her feet and figure out how she was actually supposed to go about training Pokemon, and as celebration (because he’d missed his little sister, really, he did), he offered her one of the offspring of his very first starter. For someone so grumpy, Gil really was a sentimental idiot. Notes/Other: Gil despises the cold, hence her preference for Fire-type Pokemon. Rarely, if ever, wears short sleeves.