Name: Kutairo Sakirminai

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Coming in at six feet one, Kutairo is always seen standing up proud. Despite his dirty blonde hair which seems to be recklessly going out of control. Due to his job, he has made sure to keep himself in some shape to brawl with a few muscles, but not enough to warrant a six pack. He sports dull, blue eyes that barely gleam unless he has come up with a new plan or dissected knowledge that gives him a better understanding. He also carries a serious demeanor about him and very seldom smiles.

Kutairo is usually seen with a regular blue police standard shirt which he is seen sporting most of his time. He does wear a black tank top underneath just in case the uniform gets torn. It's always seen as crisp and clean, without a slight shed of dirt or dust. Along with that, he makes sure to wear pants that are comfy and flexible, but are permitted in the force. Combined with black shoes which will always be the dirtiest part of his attire and you have Kutairo Sakirminai... sometimes.

He does wear much more lax clothing, but that's when he is off the job.

Personality:

"Hmm, if that was the case..."

The cases Kutairo have attended to have sharpened the man up efficiently. He is not one to joke around too easily and is difficult to provoke to say the least and keeps a cool head under situations. Despite being supposedly Lawful by his peers, Kutairo will leer off into chaos if it benefits completing the task at a safer and better rate. Otherwise he will tend to be orderly and strict, often resulting to scolding others if they deviate. Kutairo takes his job very seriously and will not stand illogical actions that squander time and money. Like mother like son Kutairo is.

Despite this, Kutairo is rather... shy around others. Seen as aloof and cold by others is a lingering fear that won't disperse - being alone. Even while surrounded by other officers and detectives, he still does not manage to feel at home. His intelligence does make up for his lack of social interactions. Devising strategies and seeing a plan are his strengths, along with carrying out the task. He does hold another fear in which letting another die. Kutairo feels responsible for his comrades and civilians, regardless of how reckless or mean they are. He will make sure you don't come home in a body bag.

~Optional~

Short Bio:

Hoenn born Kutairo came from a renown family of detectives, police officers, the works. His own father was the stereotypical strict father with a big heart while his mother was the quiet damsel. Funnily enough, that quiet damsel had a job in the international police force while the father was a stay at home dad who did his part to take care of their two children. It was rough adjusting to the schedules at which the children would see their mom, as they often wished for her to come home. Despite the father being jealous of the children always looking out for their mother, he was satisfied that he was doing the correct thing in raising Kutairo and his sister.

One day, Kutairos mother came home with a report that the case they were dealing with was completed, however said that they were being relocated to a new location - Kalos. It was when Kutairo was seven that he said good bye to Hoenn, and was headed for Kalos.

The family settled in Lumiouse City with the stunning Tower overshadowing the rest of the city. Most of the houses there were a bit more expensive than the rest, however the family managed to scrape by. To make ends meet, however, the children's father had to procure a job at one of the Cafes to help pay for the rent. Sometimes the father could get a little chat in or escort his children to school, but that was about it. Kutairo and his sister saw their parents less and less each time which took a toll on both of them. Kutairo began to grow shyer around other students at his school who would frequently bully him while his sister became a rambunctious tomboy who did not back down from a challenge. Despite their contrasting personality changes, they did understand one thing - they had to grow up fast.

In school, the two differentiated between each other with Kutairo being an ace while his sister was average. Kutairo seldom had a friend to hang around and his sister was spending more time with what she saw as "her crowd." The rift between them grew and grew, before finally Kutairo knew the definition of true loneliness. He tried joining a Kendo Club around town (which was surprising to find) however, struggled to make any friends.

In the end, Kutairo grew up to be a "perfect" child while his sister turned out to be a rabble-rousing punk. At this point, he began his own journey with other trainers, retaining his skill but felt it wasn't right.

At the young age of 18, Kutairo was enlisted to join the International Police due to his superior knowledge and skills. He did hope to see his mother again, but it was a futile attempt that fell flat as time passed on.

The man made new friends in the INP but still retained that sense of dull loneliness, despite being one of the best detectives. Eventually he was assigned to Johto with other INP members, his journey far from over.

Pokemon:

Male - Manectric

Male - Hawluncha

Male - Aegislash

Male - Lucario

Name: Ashton Blanc

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Standing defiantly at five foot nine, Ashton is the epitome of confidence... or was that pride? Regardless, Ashton is very pale in comparison to other people like his sister who has a tanner complexion. While being of a lanky build, he does have an imposing smile which can be used to intimidate opponents as he glares at them with piercing red eyes. His posture (and him) literally scream "Never gonna back down!"

Despite his hair growing long and wilder, Ashton refuses to cut it as he likes the style. Pony tailing and taming his wild jet mane will cause him discomfort and will pique him to no end. On top of that, he is always seen with his two signature items - a pokeball necklace and a sleek black jacket. Along with that he sports a beige shirt and gray pants with red tinges here and there. Finally there comes his running shoes which are unsurprisingly black and red.

Personality:

"Champion? Why, you are already looking at the next one!"

Cocky and ambitious, Ashton sees himself as the next big thing in pokemon battling... even though he is mediocre at it. His brash and overly confident attitude stretches to him being more or less condescending against other trainers, much to his sisters chagrin. When around people who aren't in it for the battling portion, he subtly treats them as lesser to him while portraying himself as a heroic being. This ends with him telling them to let him handle it before failing miserably at the task. Also tries to impress ladies, but has less than satisfactory results...

Losing just at anything isn't something he believes, rather he blames his downfalls on other trainers quite abruptly when things don't go his way. These can resort to insults about how the trainer cheated and undermined the battle, or just calling them plain lucky. Along with that, if he does win, he will act more so like an arrogant jerk who berates the trainer for being a horrible person. This leads to him calling the trainer pathetic before telling them to abandon pokemon battling.

Even with his flaws, he still shows a deep seated worry for pokemon. Rather then ever blaming them for a problem or himself, he will look for another liability within another person. Even with his troubling sentiment, Ashton does care for his pokemon and bonds with them quite easily. The only way to truly anger him is to show true contempt for pokemon, to which he will remorselessly berate the person until they refute their previous statement. Ashton also doesn't like Glenn to a certain degree since he spews toxic things about the creatures in his opinion.

~Optional~

Short Bio:

Ashton was originally born to two pokemon enthusiasts who professionally raised pokemon in their sanctuary. Being the youngest of the two children, he wasn't too different from his sister who was five years older than her since they were both rough, rowdy, and got along with the pokemon well. Most of their life spent was taking care of stray pokemon in Kanto, often taking in stray pokemon. The family of four usually nursed them back to health and letting them decide whether they would want to stay, leave, or be given away to a newbie trainer. Eventually the sanctuary for pokemon became a nightmare when he became seven years old as the pokemon grew surprisingly aggressive. The family was able to tame a few with a huge amount of difficulty, but in the end they ended up closing their doors to all pokemon, seldom letting one in.

Despite this, Ashton and his sister grew up around what pokemon remained while attending school. Ashton was not considered to be the best in battling and was teased by his peers for his poor battling skills. Even with said skills, his sister devoted her time to assisting him before she went off on her own journey with friends. From there on, his skills became stagnant. The battling abilities did not degrade, but he couldn't exactly prove himself to be an excellent battler. Even so, he boasted about how he was going to work his way to the top and become the champion.

For whatever reason it was, no one really knew why he wanted to do this. Whether he was sick of his skills or grew an inferiority complex, one thing was for certain - he was going to try to get the seat of the Champion.

Ashton eventually began his adventure with a couple of other kids, choosing a Poliwag as his partner. Problem is, his battling skills could easily be compared to his navigational skills... and he got lost...

...like, really, really lost.

He somehow managed to end up deviating from his group with another chick who looked like a goth and ended up in Johto. How he managed to do that is still a mystery, but he still began collecting badges from each city he found over the years... of course, he still gets lost in the mean time, but hey he is making progress!... sort of. Four badges in a year is good enough for him, right?

Pokemon:

Male - Poliwrath

Female - Mismagius

Male - Rhyhorn

Female - Mawile

Male - Volbeat

Name: Mayu Ayaka

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Standing at just five foot six, Mayu is what you would consider average in her height. Her skin is eerily pale which contrasts with her dark clothing, making her stand out like a sore thumb. Her blue eyes are rather dull to look at and are always half closed. She also sports and unhappy glare with a frown as she walks, slouching over as if she is trying to hide herself from the world. Along with that, she has dark black hair with some strands partially bleached out.

Mayu doesn't really hold a preference for what she dresses up in as she slaps on dark clothing without caring if it matches or not. What she currently has on is a peculiar looking dress with a skull in the center. It legitimately looks almost remnicent of a Halloween Costume despite being a proper dress with cyan frills. Along with that, she wraps a cyan belt around her dress to keep it from flying away. Along with that she wears dark daisy dukes with black and white socks. Finally comes her shoes which bolster her height to five foot eight while fitting in with the color scheme of the rest of her outfit.

Personality:

"... I... I could just really care less, ya know?"

Mayu was never the apathetic girl she was today, however felt pushed and pressured to the point where she decided to run away from who she originally was. Reborn, Mayu still is a rather intelligent girl, but averts speaking up too much. Despite traveling in a group, she opts to stay away from other members, and only interacts with her pokemon.

The girl can become annoyed at the most minuscule of things, but averts showing her annoyance aside from a twitching eye. When not given her way, a.k.a being left alone, she will burst in annoyance, telling them to back off in the rudest manner before stomping off to cool down. Other than that, don't expect her to be buddy buddy with her acquaintances any time soon. She is just forced to know them.

~Optional~

Short Bio:

Sugar, spice, and everything nice, the Ayaka family gave birth to a supposedly perfect baby girl in Unova. She was everything the family expected her to do - intelligent, beautiful, always walking around with a smile... with a smile... with a smile... She lived the life of a stereotypical popular girl who everyone knew at school, the girl that everyone wanted to be, despite living in a middle class household in Aspertia City. Even so, the girls perceived life with constant smiles and irritating faces even takes its toll on the girl behind closed doors.

Mayu was actually a very unmotivated girl who knew not where she was going and was often scolded and pushed by her parents to go to school. She eventually cracked under the family pressure and began putting up the facade, her silenced anger building up, ready to ruin Mayu. One day at home, her father and mother began bickering over her grades, how they weren't high enough, how she needed to strive to be better than this despite being one of the best.

Then, she exploded under the tyranny of her very own parents.

The girl wasn't seen at school for a couple of days and was reported "sick" by her parents. They weren't lying as the girls mental stability began to break as she was sick of the domestic abuse of her parents which she had to endure every single day. Eventually, someone in her neighborhood became suspicious of the screaming and sobbing they were hearing all night, and called up the authorities. They were shocked to find a batter almost to death, bruised girl being continuously taunted by her mentally unstable parents.

They were apprehended for their inconceivable act and the girl was sheltered by a nearby hospital who helped the girl recover. However, that month of abuse changed her. She cared less about the world each day, often questioning why it was worth it. Eventually when she was expected to be released, she attempted a failed suicide and was commissioned to stay in there for a few months.

Her aunt in Kanto was horrified that their niece was irrefutably broken like this and traveled to Unova to help care for her. The recovery was eventually successful and Mayu's aunt and uncle took custody over her.

Unlike her strict parents, they were lenient with her, and encouraged her to perform her best in school. She only did it for one sole reason - she tolerated them, but did not want her relatives in her life out of fear that she might end up beaten again.

Eventually, she graduated from her trainer school at the age of seventeen, not one of the top students though, but she ranked rather high. Eventually she and this kid got split from the group and they ended up going into Johto and running around...

... for one year.

Still, she didn't care and followed the boy around, wandering without a purpose, apathetically not caring if there was one.

Pokemon:

Female - Glaceon

Male - Meditite

Male - Golbat

Female - Seadra

Female - Raichu

Name: Ciel Duperie

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Tall, pale, and certainly very damn handsome, Ciel Duperie is seen by most as a flawless being among such paltry paupers surrounding him. Standing pridefully at six feet, he stands as quite a tall boy being able to look over the masses. His eyes are a piercing red color which often makes the ladies swoon and a lax smile which melts myriads of hearts around him. Along with that, he sports blonde hair which is groomed and never standing out. Other than that, he stands with a dignified posture, ready for the peasants to grovel at his feet.

Aside from his handsome face, the boy knows how to dress sharply, as he follows all the latest trends in Kalos to keep him looking stylish as always. After all, he needs something to distinguish him from the rabble, starting off with a sleek black jacket. It looks professionally hand crafted, with not a limp string or ripped seam making him appear mature and alluring; it's also comfy and useful to travel in. Next is his pure white shirt with a beautiful design around the collar. He also wears some nice black gloves as he can't afford to get his hands dirty. Finally, he always wears black pants, with shiny black shoes which look almost hand polished every day.

Personality:

"Mademoiselle.~"

Charming, attractive, and witty, Ciel has the cliche properties in a man that every woman seems to want. The boy treats everyone with respect, and keeps an award winning smile on his face as he wishes to keep everyone on his good side. He does, however, expect praise for him just being him as he is very haughty and sees himself as the next great thing in... well, just about anything.

Even with these traits, this rich child is nothing more than manipulative, spoiled brat. His friendly demeanor is to get them on his good side so he can abuse their bond to his advantage. Any way to make a person tick, this arrogant, condescending prick will bend the person until they are, broken and are of no use to him. He will then make sure that they appropriately, erm, "discarded of." Ciel has amassed different ways to dispose of a person, whether it be through no association to lesser, inhumane ways if they persist in trying to blame him. Efficient and cruel are two ways to perfectly describe him once you manage to delve under the mask. Persuasion will not work on him... unless it is by Cerise of course...

It reaches rather frightening degrees once one discovers his inner secrets. He stalks Cerise constantly, usually out of sight while admiring her from a distance. He can become sickly jealous if another person has a crush on her as he will go to such exasperated lengths to defile and crush their dreams before kicking it to the curb. He will not let anything get in between him and her. No purple haired bastards, no vile gang members, and certainly not a gang of trainers. She is his to him, no matter what.

~Optional~

Short Bio:

Born to a fairly affluent family, Ciel was the only child and heir to the Duperie fortune. Funny enough, he was the son of a very well known and kind politician in the region, his mom being, surprise surprise, a chef of a well renowned restaurant in Lumiouse. Why they married each other due to the supposed different class standings? They were one of the few couples who actually loved each other for who they were. Even though they were kind, they struggled to raise their child and resorted to maids when they were not around. Though they did manage to take care of him, he had a hard time maintaining a moral high ground.

Even so, he learned quickly on how to charm people and get into their good standings... before wedging a figurative knife between their spine if they dared question him. He grew up with everything he (kind of) wanted; a group of "friends" willing to back him up, a rich and powerful family, and a, erm, "diverse" set of skills to help him out. What more could he stereotypically need at this point?

Early on when hanging out with his friends, he always spied a beautiful maiden with red hair that he honestly never heard of or saw before. He inquired about who she was, to which they replied in a surprised manner, before teasing him. One of the boys eventually decided to bestow the knowledge onto him - the girl was known as Cerise Fontaine... to which Ciel recalled that her father assisted his father in a few... business endeavors to further his political career.

Ciel admired the girl from a distance, but never mustered up any courage to talk to her, period... he kept watching her astounding beauty... and removing any possible rivals to her b y a n y m e a n s n e c e s a r y .

With the exception of one lucky bitch who grew close to her... so close that tearing that girls head off would break her heart, and he couldn't afford that.

After all, he did have appearances to keep.

Even with his stalking and murderous tendencies, he kept his cool nature around his friends. He even begged his father to get pokemon for him, despite being in school. His family did let him have the pokemon under the custody of his father. The boy was given the big spiel about how pokemon were a big responsibility and should only be allowed to wander the premises and never go outside until he came of age... which he immediately disobeyed. The boy began showcasing his pokemon, all while building up their pride and their affection for him... all to impress Cerise... which failed regardless. He still looked after his pokemon and cared for them... after all, they were of some use to him.

... the years past on as she began her rise to a sort of one shot fame, but he still kept falling for her... killing for her...

" A n y t h i n g f o r C e r i s e . . . T h a t p u r p l e h a i r e d w h o r e c a n l i v e . . . f o r n o w . . . e v e n t u a l l y , C e r i s e w i l l h a v e o n l y e y e s f o r m e , a n d t h e n . . . I ' l l p e r s o n a l l y d y e t h a t o t h e r g i r l s p u r p l e h a i r a n i c e s h a d e o f r e d . . . "

Eventually, after one year of graduating from his preppy trainer school, he finally mustered up the courage to try and talk to her... only to discover she had headed to the country side in Johto to see an old friend. Disgusted that she and her friend (who he found out was called Abigail) were among hicks and mostly lesser beings that looked like humans, he opted in his elegance and grace to follow her... alone.

Most of his friends regarded him as a bad ass romantic, while females swooned with jealousy. That poor lucky girl...

She was going to have... a v e r y b a d t i m e.

"No one will ever get between us after this m y l o v e . . . "

" I ' l l m a k e s u r e o f i t . . . "

" M a d e m o i s e l l e . ~ "

Pokemon:

Male - Zorua

Female - Roselia