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Pokemon Singularity

What's the demographic split, anyway? .. five to sev- wait a minute.

Ages: 10.. 11..

Four and a half to six and a half.

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Ah, got our own shipyard already, have we?

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Regan Calhoun

Inventory

GP: 500
Items: Potion x1, Ranger Cap

Roster

Empty

PC

Empty

It had happened rather suddenly. She was helping a Hitmonchan do some training when she got the news. She completely expected the Rangers to reject her. Without any formal pokemon handling experience, why would they take her? She’d interacted with fighting-types before, but without at least one ball on her belt, it seemed kind of hopeless - so, when she was not only given a chance to prove herself, but was being flown out to another island and given her own pokemon to start her on a journey, she was.. shocked, then elated. Her father had been surprised by the urgency with which they were accepting his daughter, but her joy was difficult for him to ignore.

She’d never been very far from the city before. Getting on a plane to an island she’d never been was exhilarating, and more than a little nerve-wracking. She was confident in her abilities, however, and with a pokemon at her side, she would be just fine. She wanted to be a Ranger, after all.

The young lady had been sent off from the airport security checkpoint by her father and a Ranger representative, and she understood she’d be looking for an Association representative on landing. She would recognize the uniform, she’d been told. The representative would take her to her temporary accommodation, where she could read up on the region or just relax after traveling so far. The next day, she would meet the Professor and receive her Pokemon and Pokedex.

There were pokemon everywhere in the city. You didn’t even need to go beyond the city limits to encounter wild ones! She was used to the idea of wild pokemon being a more contentious presence, so it was a little difficult for her to get used to. The building, on approach, was as impressive as this culture shock. The wide structure, and as you enter, the introduction of natural features to the interior space. Trees, even! “whoa..”

She approached a tree, laying a hand gently against the bark of it and looking up into the branches. Her gaze lingered there for a time, looking up into and through the canopy, before she let the logo catch her attention. A tree, growing from a pokeball? Between the logo, and these trees and gardens growing indoors, and the pokemon all throughout the city, it was so inspiring. This unity between city space and natural space. The way people and pokemon could coexist. She’d read about the Cipher disaster, briefly. It all made her want to be a Ranger even more.

"G'mawnin mite, haow's ya die gaowin? Nymes Steph, Oy assume you're heah faw the laygue yahppa too ya?"

Who-wuh-huh? That hadn’t been addressed to her, no, sounded.. too far away, but the absurdity of the other voice drew her attention to a certain fact - she’s not the only one. Right, she’d been told about the other trainers she’d be starting alongside, or at least that there were going to be others. The girl took a fresh look around herself, taking note of the two with pokemon among the youthful faces. She had to observe for a moment to be sure they were, in fact, and pokemon and trainer? pair. There were so many pokemon just... around, here.

Hey, that guy’s doing kata. Regan.. vaguely recognized parts of what he was doing, but he was probably a student of a different school. She’d always been kind of lax on her kata, honestly, though her reflexes have been kept sharp from practical exercise.

“Aah, you’re really into the forms, are you?” Regan had come away from the tree and her marvelling at the aesthetic and philosophy of the Evig Pokemon Association’s League Administration Headquarters architectural design (though if you asked her, she couldn’t phrase it that way), to come and socialize.

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Psshhh, psychics. You don't need psychic powers when you've got Good Looks (tm).

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You've got a friend in me?!

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The Chariot

Regan Calhoun

Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Regan is a personable young lady with a serious streak. She’s kind, courteous, and confident. Focus and drive give her a purposeful gaze. She’s helpful and kind, brave and caring, but perhaps a little strong-headed. Direct and earnest, she tries to understand her pokemon as they speak to her.
Trainer Class: Ranger Aspirant
Hometown: Shalour City, Kalos
Background: Regan has been raised to be a fighter. Ferocity runs in her blood. Alas, times have been peaceful, things have been calm. Fighters have little to fight. In lieu of some conflict to fight, something that has always been inspiring to her, someone she’s always looked up to, have been the Pokemon Rangers. Strong, capable trainers, putting their power to use helping people and pokemon alike.
She applied to become a Ranger, but without proper experience handling Pokemon, she could not. With persistence on her end, the Rangers and the Pokemon Association decided to give her a chance. She had promise. She'd have to travel far to prove her mettle, however.
Kind of Pokémon you like: Fighting-type. Hitmontop looks like a fun pokemon.
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: She wants to be a Pokemon Ranger. Sensing a promising candidate, the Association has sent Regan to the Evig region for her application process, in response to Professor Kapoc’s request. The timing worked out quite well.
Items: 1x Potion
Pokédollars: 500 gp

Kaebe

Appearance:
Species: Tyrunt
Gender: ♂
Type: Rock/Dragon
Personality: Dog
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Loves to crunch things, but not obsessed with it. Very dog.
Level: 5
Moves: Tackle, Tail Whip, Roar, Dragon Dance
Ability: Strong Jaw - Boost the power of biting moves by 50%
Held Item:

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Shiny Tyrunt is a sick pull, after all...

I think there was some warrior town in one of the games? I can do that. I'll have to think about the reasoning, though...

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I could do, and just look for a Torchic later...

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The Chariot

Regan Calhoun

Appearance:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Personality: Regan is a personable young lady with a serious streak. She’s kind, courteous, and confident. Focus and drive give her a purposeful gaze. She’s helpful and kind, brave and caring, but perhaps a little strong-headed. Direct and earnest, she tries to understand her pokemon as they speak to her.
Trainer Class: Ranger Aspirant
Hometown: A town of warriors from an island shrouded in mists
Background: Regan has been raised to be a fighter. Ferocity runs in her blood. But, her island is a peaceful place. It is a largely self-sufficient community, with the Pokemon Association only pushing a small presence. The mists obscuring the island are partially to blame for this, though the islanders seem perfectly content with things staying that way, as well.
The greatest presence the Association maintains on the misty island is the Ranger deployment, which has been something of an inspiration for Regan. She finds their service to the island communities and pokemon habitats as something to be admired.
Kind of Pokémon you like: Fighting-type. Hitmontop looks like a fun pokemon.
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: She wants to be a Pokemon Ranger. She was sent here by the Rangers, as the Association’s presence will make testing her abilities easier.
Items: 1x Potion
Pokédollars: 500 gp

Torchic, Naien

Naien
Appearance:
Species: Torchic ♀
Type: Fire
Personality: Sweet little birb, chirpy and cuddly
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Chirp
Level: 5
Moves: Scratch, Growl, Ember, Counter
Ability: Blaze kinda sucks, can I use Speed Boost? It's the hidden one, I forget if we can pick that one right away.
Held Item:

Uuurgggg writing the CS is always the worst part.

I'm alive, I swear.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Stratya Durmand

Time: 28th Sola, Evening
Location: Castle Dining Hall
Attire: Military Formal, in Caesonian colors
Boar Pelt Mantle of Spring Hunting
Family Dirk + Crest, worn on the right
Swordbreaker, also worn on the right
Interactions: @princess Alibeth, Edin, @Helo Callum, @Tae Torvi, @Rodiak Zarai
Mentions: @JJ Doe Count Fritz, @SilverPaw Wulfric

The Captain of Sorian offered Count Hendrix a warm smile and nod before she made her march from the area around the hors d’oeuvres table.

A familiar sight caught her eye on the way. Her steward Garcian, and carried carefully with him, her mantle of furs! She had thought about wearing it, but where she had decided against it, it seemed her steward was going to insist she do so. As he would say when she came to meet him, if ever there was a time to wear it, it was an occasion like this. It could be cleaned and cared for afterward. The knight accepted the furs gratefully, gazed at them for a moment, and finally wrapped them around her shoulders. Yes, it felt distinguishing. Perhaps she should wear it more often.

Though it was made of many furs, it was far from a patchwork thing. A large boar pelt formed the centerpiece, and a carefully stitched pattern of traditions and stories created a tapestry around it, a legacy, carried on her shoulders. With her piece of home around her shoulders, she made her final approach, to stand before the Royal Family. Her posture was attentive and sharp, and thoughts of Lorenzo helped her relax; the bar he set was low enough she could step over it.

She offered a bow after her feet planted themselves where they needed to be, her poise and manner suggesting loyalty and respect, but not submission. She held her drink out to her side, holding it quite still through her motion, “a splendid evenin’ tae t’ Royal Family. And what a wonderful nigh’ i’tis, tae ‘old such a splendid banque’.” The knight straightened up to bring her warm gaze back to the Family before her, “apologies for my delay, Yerr Majesties, the arromas of the Rroyal Kitchen’s fine werrk and my own ‘unger simply woul’nae ‘ave allowed me tae prroceed well wit’ou’ a’ least a taste. Tha’ taste I ‘ad was deligh’ful, my complimen’s tae t’ baker.”

Her gaze swept slowly over them as she made her address, starting with The Queen, and working out, then coming back and sweeping out from The King. Wulfric seemed engaged in a conversation. When her gaze arrived at Callum, she got that strange inkling again, like something was different, and her gaze lingered. That’s when it struck her, he was wearing his crown! Something else felt off, but that was certainly one thing. Did the crown really make him seem so entirely different? Or was he just playing the part, suddenly? Perhaps he wanted something. That was something she and her brother had done as kids, before their parents caught on. Become suspiciously compliant in an effort to put Ma or Pa in a good mood, then ask for something they might normally say no to.

Stratya canted her head with a soft grin, fond but also a bit mischievous, “Prrince Callum, I donnae think I’ve seen yerr crrown ‘til now.” Her eyes scanned the adornment as she considered the way it framed him. She added, distantly, as the grin faded, “looks good on you, Yerr ‘ighness.” How different he seemed from the Prince she had spoken with just the other night. It couldn’t have just been the crown, right?

Was that a crystal stein of amber waiting at her place? “Ah, but I am due ferr my sea’, am I no’.” Indeed, her stomach demanded she feast. She left them with a bow of her head, turning and carrying herself past the gathered Smithwood and Edwards, and Charlotte Vikena as she rode a positive vibe after what felt like a decent performance. One of the two oddities on her end of the table were present, conversing with a noblewoman across the way, and as she passed, Stratya heard,

“Or are you only here for the food?”

A chuckle rippled from the knight as she took her seat and started piling food in reach onto her plate, “y’ coul’ convince me tae come, jus’ ferr t’ food.” She let out a hearty couple of laughs before she went to start with the ribs. Before she got into the rack of ribs she’d retrieved, she took off the leather gloves she wore to cover the thin scars on her hands, cuts from training and work and battle. She went to pull a chunk of the ribs off, but the bone came out clean, instead. She seemed stunned, and went again, but the same thing happened. She gazed at the second bone with wonder for an instant before going for a knife and fork, “am I gonna ‘ave tae cu’ these ribs because they’rre so tenderr..? I.. I think so..” She was bewildered, cutting a section of the ribs from the rest so she could actually get a bone with something on it. A chunk meat disappeared into her mouth and she leaned back, pressing the back of her hand to her lips and letting out a pleased, “mmm~” before taking a swig of her - aaah, he brought mead. Garcian must have done something.