[center][color=gray][h1]Dawkin Trustram[/h1][/color][/center]

Dawkin had slightly enjoyed the game before the professor had show up. Dawkin would have mentally berated her for being late for such a trivial reason as sleeping in, but his reason for being late wasn't much better. Regardless he, like everyone else, eagerly headed into the lab. After of course, having the identity of the odd person staring intently at the group revealed. To think that a member of the elite four was such a strange individual was slightly offputting. Well, there was a bad apple in every bunch after all. Putting off such thoughts Dawkin focused on the lab and current events. Pokemon were handed out and it came Dawkin's turn. He recived his Pokeball with a word of thanks and paused slightly at the professor's words. 

[color=82c6cf]'Time for you to write your own story. Good luck with it~'[/color]

Did she know what those words meant to him? No, of course not. Merely generic words of encouragement that happened to hit a little close to home was all. Still. [Color=gray]"Thank you professor, I promise to make it one you'll want to hear."[/color] He said earnestly, with a grin on his face for a brief moment before his normal, solemn demeanor took over. He then quickly stepped out of line to a somewhat clear space and looked at his Pokeball curiosly. What had he received? A quick glance around revealed that releasing your Pokémon immediately was the common approach. Shrugging to himself, Dawkin pressed the button and watched expectantly. Mere moments later a short, dog-like Pokémon has appeared. His Pokédex quickly chimed in.


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- Pokédex Entry #304 – Aron, the Iron Armor Pokémon. It usually lives in the mountains, where it feeds on the iron ore that makes up its steel body. However, modern technology sometimes lure wild Aron to cities where it feeds on cars or bridges. It makes a new armor in preparation for its evolution.

 - Would you like to give Aron a nickname? -[/center][/i][/color]

It... Ate iron? Jeez that was cool. It also explained how something so small could weigh over 130 pounds. Aron looked around, then promptly began staring intently at the machinery in the room. Dawkin, not oblivious to this, knelt down and rapped Aron on the head firmly, but not too hard and stared into his little blue eyes. [color=gray]"No eating those. And no eating anything unless I okay it. Got that?" [/color] Dawkin didn't want to have his Pokémon eat a bridge support while he wasn't looking and cause a disaster to occur.

Aron stared back for a few moments and for a second, Dawkin thought that something troublesome might happen. But Aron simply nodded and shrugged his shoulders somehow, as if to indicate he hadn't wanted to eat them anyway. Dawkin let an internal sigh of relief. He had a feeling this was going to be just like dealing with one of his brothers. [Color=gray]"Don't worry buddy, I'll be sure to stock up on some treats for you." [/color]Raw iron couldn't be that expensive, right? Maybe some iron flavoured Poképuffs, those were probably a thing. Aron response was immediate, he let out some sort of noise equivalent to a gravelly bark and stuck his tongue out, picking Dawkin's hand roughly. Dawkin let out a short, one syllable noise of amusement. This really was going to be just like dealing with his brothers. 

[Color=gray]"Calm down I got nothing for you right now. Hm, now there was something about a nickname." [/color]Dawkin mused, turning from the over excited Pokémon and looking at his blinking Pokédex. Gluttony? No, that was unfair and more than a little harsh. [color=gray]"Maybe something that can wait until after our first battle eh little fellow?"[/color] Dawkin asked while vigorously scratching behind at the base of its spike, without any visible ears it seemed the next best thing and judging by Aron's enthusiastic leaning into it, he was correct. Perhaps the waiting before had seemed as though it were an ill omen, but now Dawkin was feeling rather hopeful for what lay ahead.

Standing and turning abruptly, much to the dissapointment of Aron, Dawkin located the odd member of the elite four and spoke up, [color=gray]"Excuse me Mr. Jacques, but I have a request. Would you please allow us to see your starter Pokémon?"[/color] Dawkin could provide no real reason for the request, other than curiosity. Dawkin simply wanted to get a glimpse at how far they had to go from here. Of course it was an entirely unreasonable request and Dawkin fully expected it to get denied. But it never hurt to ask, the worst he could do was say no right?