Eklispe

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Amon

【Amon Relmeral】

【Theme 1/|\Theme 2 /|\Theme 3】

~"Guess you could say I really lighten up the place! He_hehehehe"~

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] Ᏸasics}

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Name: Amon Relmeral
Nicknames: Lightshow
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Undecided
Alias: Lightshow
Age: 18
Apparent Age: Early 16's
Race: Prae
Specialty: Mirage

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] คppearance}

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Amon is a bit on the short side compared to an average human, standing at about five feet tall and only weighing about 110 pounds. He hasn't really done much in his life to build up any sort of muscle mass beyond walking around so he's a bit on the scrawny side, though he manages to make it look more elegant than skinny. An eye-catching feature are his amethyst gemstone like eyes which seem to sparkle if you only catch a glimpse. His forehead crystal matches the color, a round multi-faceted purple gem. A smile fits naturally across his face and is frequently seen there, complimenting his naturally friendly and personable aura. His snow white hair seems to go every which way, seemingly the only source of consistency laying in the two long strands of hair reaching down to about midneck. He nearly always wears his flower earpieces, those being the first thing he bought in Medius and a source of some pride. He tends to wear flow-ly, robe-like clothing that matches the color of his hair, it makes pulling off magic tricks easier as well as being really fun to wear. Amon’s marking are a bit unusual. They practically glow with yellow light and are connected to each other by a thin wavy line. They reside on the both sides of his hands, feet and neck: and are designed like so.

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] קersonality}

---

Though Amon lived a rather restricted life for many of his early years, in more ways than one, he is naturally more of an extrovert than an introvert. His time in Medius has brought this facet to full force, as interacting with people as a showman of sorts is how he lives. He seems to be a perpetually cheerful sort of fellow, eager to talk to people and hear their stories. However he doesn’t seem to make much of an effort to know people much more than in passing. Amon tends not to try to know much more about a person than their name and doesn’t give out much more than that himself. He can a bit overwhelming at times, but attempts to be considerate to other people. Due to his free-form lifestyle he is nearly always willing to lend a hand to help people out, no matter how trivial the task in question is.

_{[ ⊰⊱ ]ђ istory}

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Amon's parents were both aristocrats living an extravagant life on Priscus , so it was no surprise that Amon was a bit spoiled for the early part of his life. Silver spoon and all that. Plus he was the ‘new baby’, although that was something that didn’t sit too well with his older brother. That was at least, until Amon discovered his element. Normally light as an element wasn’t a bad thing, but in Amon’s case he didn’t have much control over the associated element of heat that went with it, limiting him to being a glorified lightshow: much to his regal parent’s disappointment. This was a sharp contrast to his older brother’s element of fire; an element that could be both majestic and more importantly, destructive. A fact that his older, perfectionist, and somewhat envious brother, didn’t hesitate to inform him of. The two could be called rivals, but not friends.The coddling he had received in his first years had come back to bite him; not that he’d had much choice in the matter.

Despite the surrounding negativity, Amon found his element to be great fun to play with and enjoyed learning how to use it. His parents however, frowned upon this, instructing that he should focus on things that he could still be good at that would uphold the family’s dignity. Like chess or fencing, aristocrat arts. His parlor tricks wouldn’t impress anyone. The obedient son, Amon focused on these things, finding himself to be quite good at them; due to both a large amount of time being poured into them and a certain talent for it. It also contributed to him having a higher mastery of miscellaneous Vis skills than was perhaps average for a Mirage. Another source of aggravation for his older brother, who proved his superiority by means of his superior magic. This went too far on one such occasion, leaving him with a nasty burn mark on his right hand, leaving the back of right hand covered in heavy burns. Not able to rely on his parents, Amon treated the wound as best he could himself and carried on. His parents had to have seen it several times, but they never mentioned it, so Amon didn’t either. Clearly they didn’t care and Amon was sure bringing it up would only cause more trouble for himself.

Brotherly bothers aside, Amon was not strictly told that he couldn’t practice with his Vism which was nearly as good as telling him he could. His brother’s mockeries and cruelty only spurred him efforts onward. Thus he would take any time he could squirrel away to play with his parlor tricks. His second visit with Amana was nothing remarkable; as least as far any other 18 year old getting their manifest unlocked (the most awe inspiring experience one could ever have along with the understanding of what a God-queen truly was). His manifest was something of a disappointment to his parents, not appearing as the majestic wings that was typical of his family, instead mirrors that enhanced his ability to use what was still little more than parlour tricks. Amon officially became a Vihn that day, or Mirage in human terms.

It was also the day Amon left his family. With his manifest unlocked and his title acquired, he had no compulsion, nor desire, to stay under them any longer. Amon's curiosity and desire to be free of his parent's influence drove him to find a way to Medius. Thankfully his parents kept his existence and any details about him mostly under wraps due to the fact that he was something of an embarrassment; thus he had no trouble getting past the guards at the bridge he’d used to cross. Once there, Amon found that he had a whole new world to explore and a very different one at that. The first and most notable difference to Amon was the lack of ambient Vis. Amon was aware that he would have need of money other than his Vis card so he had… ‘procured’ some things from his house and take on his trip. It wasn’t like his family needed that much tableware anyway! They were pawned off for far more than Amon expected, giving him enough cash to live on comfortably while he figured out what to do next.

While travelling in Medius Amon took advantage of the time to play with his Manifest and how he could use it. It was by accident that he discovered the offensive properties of of his manifest, though not an unhappy one, save for the innocent grass he'd scorched. In one of the first towns Amon visited he experienced something that gave him an idea on how to fix the whole ‘income’ problem. A traveling circus was in town and Amon found the whole thing to be very fun and exciting. Now he couldn’t be a circus, but a one man show was certainly within the realm of possibility. A street performer of sorts. There was a time and a place for lightshows after all. So Amon spent a bit of time thinking of ways he could perform using his magic and then tested them. Mostly by wow-ing children and such on a small scale. Then a few performances at events that were being held. A crude booth at a carnival. A show for a kid’s birthday party. He got paid for a few of these and then started performing on his own, without having to attend an event for attention. He enjoyed few things more than using his Vis, so it was the perfect job.

So he roamed about, showing off his magic and being well-received for the most part. Amon further expanded his performances by learning traditional sleight-of-hand tricks with cards and such and putting his own spin on them. His self-confidence grew, his naturally introverted side came to light. He was good at talking to people and gauging them. One might call him a natural showman. Of course Amon was not just there for fun. Making dazzling visual displays was good and all but the mark left on his pride by his brother and his parents remained. His element could be powerful even with his limits and his Manifest would allow him to prove that. Thus Amon practiced with using his Vis, both while manifested and not, in made up combat scenarios: though he had never really had a chance to use them.

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] ℬelongings & ℰquipment}

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-Vis Card
-Monies
-Deck of cards
-Knives(for juggling!)
-Bubble Pipe
-Backpack(living essentials)

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] ℭapabilities}

---

Mental
-Two Track Mind: Amon is rather mentally agile and has no trouble focusing or thinking about multiple things at the same time.
-Upper Class: Amon is rather knowledgeable about a matter of fine subjects, ranging from chess and music to dancing and etiquette.
-People Person: Amon is good at figuring out what people are thinking are getting a general grasp of who they are rather quickly.

Physical
-(Ambi)dexterous: Amon is quite nimble with his fingers on account of having roaming hands as a child, playing instruments, and taking an interest in magic tricks, though the latter occurred in a somewhat later part of his life.
-Good Eyes: Amon has pretty keen eyesight, able to discern fine and quick movements rather easily as well as having an above average amount of depth perception.

Magical
Amon is a Mirage specializing in Light, specifically the visual aspects of it. His control over aspects other than his element is slighter better than the average Mirage but not exceptionally so. This allows him to do a variety of tricks including but not limited to...
-Changing the color of objects
-Causing bright lights
-Deflecting light from something or blocking it, causing darkness or nigh invisibility.
-Slighter better than average mirage ability to use general magic such as Telekinesis, illusion magic, etc.

Amon’s manifest state brings five round, large-platter size(1-3 ft diameter) vis constructs into existence. These appear around his head, hands, and at his feet. When manifested Amon gains the ability to levitate and fly at a rather slow late compared to most Prae. However he can ‘ride’ his Vis discs to increase his speed and give him a larger amount of overall mobility. The discs can also be used to block weak physical and magical attacks, though they break if they sustain too much damage, reducing the duration which he can stay manifested by ⅕. Furthermore they can be used as mirrors of sorts to generate, amplify, reflect, or modify, his manipulated light at a greater potency than normal. In addition this allows Amon to focus his light to the point where it create lasers out of sufficiently concentrated light.

⊰Manifest Anima: Planes Divided⊱

Amon

【Amon Relmeral】

【Theme 1/|\Theme 2 /|\Theme 3】

~"Guess you could say I really lighten up the place! He_hehehehe"~

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] Ᏸasics}

---

Name: Amon Relmeral
Nicknames: Lightshow
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Undecided
Alias: Lightshow
Age: 18
Apparent Age: Early 16's
Race: Prae
Specialty: Mirage

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] คppearance}

---

Amon is a bit on the short side compared to an average human, standing at about five feet tall and only weighing about 110 pounds. He hasn't really done much in his life to build up any sort of muscle mass beyond walking around so he's a bit on the scrawny side, though he manages to make it look more elegant than skinny. An eye-catching feature are his amethyst gemstone like eyes which seem to sparkle if you only catch a glimpse. His forehead crystal matches the color, a round multi-faceted purple gem. A smile fits naturally across his face and is frequently seen there, complimenting his naturally friendly and personable aura. His snow white hair seems to go every which way, seemingly the only source of consistency laying in the two long strands of hair reaching down to about midneck. He nearly always wears his flower earpieces, those being the first thing he bought in Medius and a source of some pride. He tends to wear flow-ly, robe-like clothing that matches the color of his hair, it makes pulling off magic tricks easier as well as being really fun to wear. Amon’s marking are a bit unusual. They practically glow with yellow light and are connected to each other by a thin wavy line. They reside on the both sides of his hands, feet and neck: and are designed like so.

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] קersonality}

---

Though Amon lived a rather restricted life for many of his early years, in more ways than one, he is naturally more of an extrovert than an introvert. His time in Medius has brought this facet to full force, as interacting with people as a showman of sorts is how he lives. He seems to be a perpetually cheerful sort of fellow, eager to talk to people and hear their stories. However he doesn’t seem to make much of an effort to know people much more than in passing. Amon tends not to try to know much more about a person than their name and doesn’t give out much more than that himself. He can a bit overwhelming at times, but attempts to be considerate to other people. Due to his free-form lifestyle he is nearly always willing to lend a hand to help people out, no matter how trivial the task in question is.

_{[ ⊰⊱ ]ђ istory}

---

Amon's parents were both aristocrats living an extravagant life on Priscus , so it was no surprise that Amon was a bit spoiled for the early part of his life. Silver spoon and all that. Plus he was the ‘new baby’, although that was something that didn’t sit too well with his older brother. That was at least, until Amon discovered his element. Normally light as an element wasn’t a bad thing, but in Amon’s case he didn’t have much control over the associated element of heat that went with it, limiting him to being a glorified lightshow: much to his regal parent’s disappointment. This was a sharp contrast to his older brother’s element of fire; an element that could be both majestic and more importantly, destructive. A fact that his older, perfectionist, and somewhat envious brother, didn’t hesitate to inform him of. The two could be called rivals, but not friends.The coddling he had received in his first years had come back to bite him; not that he’d had much choice in the matter.

Despite the surrounding negativity, Amon found his element to be great fun to play with and enjoyed learning how to use it. His parents however, frowned upon this, instructing that he should focus on things that he could still be good at that would uphold the family’s dignity. Like chess or fencing, aristocrat arts. His parlor tricks wouldn’t impress anyone. The obedient son, Amon focused on these things, finding himself to be quite good at them; due to both a large amount of time being poured into them and a certain talent for it. It also contributed to him having a higher mastery of miscellaneous Vis skills than was perhaps average for a Mirage. Another source of aggravation for his older brother, who proved his superiority by means of his superior magic. This went too far on one such occasion, leaving him with a nasty burn mark on his right hand, leaving the back of right hand covered in heavy burns. Not able to rely on his parents, Amon treated the wound as best he could himself and carried on. His parents had to have seen it several times, but they never mentioned it, so Amon didn’t either. Clearly they didn’t care and Amon was sure bringing it up would only cause more trouble for himself.

Brotherly bothers aside, Amon was not strictly told that he couldn’t practice with his Vism which was nearly as good as telling him he could. His brother’s mockeries and cruelty only spurred him efforts onward. Thus he would take any time he could squirrel away to play with his parlor tricks. His second visit with Amana was nothing remarkable; as least as far any other 18 year old getting their manifest unlocked (the most awe inspiring experience one could ever have along with the understanding of what a God-queen truly was). His manifest was something of a disappointment to his parents, not appearing as the majestic wings that was typical of his family, instead mirrors that enhanced his ability to use what was still little more than parlour tricks. Amon officially became a Vihn that day, or Mirage in human terms.

It was also the day Amon left his family. With his manifest unlocked and his title acquired, he had no compulsion, nor desire, to stay under them any longer. Amon's curiosity and desire to be free of his parent's influence drove him to find a way to Medius. Thankfully his parents kept his existence and any details about him mostly under wraps due to the fact that he was something of an embarrassment; thus he had no trouble getting past the guards at the bridge he’d used to cross. Once there, Amon found that he had a whole new world to explore and a very different one at that. The first and most notable difference to Amon was the lack of ambient Vis. Amon was aware that he would have need of money other than his Vis card so he had… ‘procured’ some things from his house and take on his trip. It wasn’t like his family needed that much tableware anyway! They were pawned off for far more than Amon expected, giving him enough cash to live on comfortably while he figured out what to do next.

While travelling in Medius Amon took advantage of the time to play with his Manifest and how he could use it. It was by accident that he discovered the offensive properties of of his manifest, though not an unhappy one, save for the innocent grass he'd scorched. In one of the first towns Amon visited he experienced something that gave him an idea on how to fix the whole ‘income’ problem. A traveling circus was in town and Amon found the whole thing to be very fun and exciting. Now he couldn’t be a circus, but a one man show was certainly within the realm of possibility. A street performer of sorts. There was a time and a place for lightshows after all. So Amon spent a bit of time thinking of ways he could perform using his magic and then tested them. Mostly by wow-ing children and such on a small scale. Then a few performances at events that were being held. A crude booth at a carnival. A show for a kid’s birthday party. He got paid for a few of these and then started performing on his own, without having to attend an event for attention. He enjoyed few things more than using his Vis, so it was the perfect job.

So he roamed about, showing off his magic and being well-received for the most part. Amon further expanded his performances by learning traditional sleight-of-hand tricks with cards and such and putting his own spin on them. His self-confidence grew, his naturally introverted side came to light. He was good at talking to people and gauging them. One might call him a natural showman. Of course Amon was not just there for fun. Making dazzling visual displays was good and all but the mark left on his pride by his brother and his parents remained. His element could be powerful even with his limits and his Manifest would allow him to prove that. Thus Amon practiced with using his Vis, both while manifested and not, in made up combat scenarios: though he had never really had a chance to use them.

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] ℬelongings & ℰquipment}

---

-Vis Card
-Monies
-Deck of cards
-Knives(for juggling!)
-Bubble Pipe
-Backpack(living essentials)

_{[ ⊰⊱ ] ℭapabilities}

---

Mental
-Two Track Mind: Amon is rather mentally agile and has no trouble focusing or thinking about multiple things at the same time.
-Upper Class: Amon is rather knowledgeable about a matter of fine subjects, ranging from chess and music to dancing and etiquette.
-People Person: Amon is good at figuring out what people are thinking are getting a general grasp of who they are rather quickly.

Physical
-(Ambi)dexterous: Amon is quite nimble with his fingers on account of having roaming hands as a child, playing instruments, and taking an interest in magic tricks, though the latter occurred in a somewhat later part of his life.
-Good Eyes: Amon has pretty keen eyesight, able to discern fine and quick movements rather easily as well as having an above average amount of depth perception.

Magical
Amon is a Mirage specializing in Light, specifically the visual aspects of it. His control over aspects other than his element is slighter better than the average Mirage but not exceptionally so. This allows him to do a variety of tricks including but not limited to...
-Changing the color of objects
-Causing bright lights
-Deflecting light from something or blocking it, causing darkness or nigh invisibility.
-Slighter better than average mirage ability to use general magic such as Telekinesis, illusion magic, etc.

Amon’s manifest state brings five round, large-platter size(1-3 ft diameter) vis constructs into existence. These appear around his head, hands, and at his feet. When manifested Amon gains the ability to levitate and fly at a rather slow late compared to most Prae. However he can ‘ride’ his Vis discs to increase his speed and give him a larger amount of overall mobility. The discs can also be used to block weak physical and magical attacks, though they break if they sustain too much damage, reducing the duration which he can stay manifested by ⅕. Furthermore they can be used as mirrors of sorts to generate, amplify, reflect, or modify, his manipulated light at a greater potency than normal. In addition this allows Amon to focus his light to the point where it create lasers out of sufficiently concentrated light.

Pokémon: Start

Dawkin Trustram

_{@PlatinumSkink@Joshua Tamashii}

Ah that explained it, a late arrival. "I see, that makes sense. We'd best be going then." With that the two of them started heading back to the city, Dawkin having mostly returned to his normal state of confidence now that his mistake wasn't glaring him in the face. "Hm? Oh my starter Pokemon was an Aron." Dawkin quickly grabbed and held up the Pokeball with the afore mentioned Pokemon in it. "He's pretty tough for such a little guy, I'm happy with him. The Wooper I caught in the Wet Caverns when I was on the run from Team Amethyst and the Pichu- well I guess I sorta ended up getting him because of them too. Whatever, I don't think they'll be bothering me much in the future unless they're particularly vindictive about grudges." Which in all reality they probably were, but he would deal with that when it came to it. "What about you? What made you come all the way from Witchpeak city to good old Pureplain town?"

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Inventory

Items:
x1 Potion
x4 Pokeball
x2 Super-Potions
x1 Escape rope
x2 Repels
x1 Awakening
x1 Paralyze Heal
x1 Antidote
x1 Moon Stone
x1 Dragon Scale

Pokédollars: 5545p.

Pokémon

Aron

100%

Atlas
Gender: Male
Type: Steel/Rock

Species: Aron
Level: 11
Personality: A stubborn and sometimes disagreeable little fellow, he likes eating. A lot. He's smarter than he looks and can be quite devious in order to get what he wants.
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Fill in as we go. Probably
Moves: Tackle, Harden, Mudslap, Headbutt, Metal Claw
Ability: Sturdy. Allows the pokemon to survive an attack that would otherwise knock it out.
Held Item:

Wooper

100%

Gender: Female
Type: Water/Ground
Personality:
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Level: 9
Moves: Water Gun, Tail Whip, Mud Sport, Mud Shot
Ability: Water Absorb, will regain health upon being hit with a water-type move.
Held Item: None.

Pichu

100%

Gender: Male
Type: Electric
Personality: (Up to player.)
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.)
Level: 6
Moves: Thundershock, Charm, Tail Whip
Ability: Static, may paralyze other Pokémon on contact.
Held Item: None.

Lock and Key

Screech

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Bladedancer and Magna Carta

_{@Old Amsterdam@Xandrya@solokolos@t2wave@Gardevoiran}

Bladedancer and Magna Carta made their way towards the source of the gunshots, using the people they found on the way for directions, either verbally or by the scared glances behind them as they hurriedly moved away. Their own costumes weren't exactly inconspicuous, but in a place like this they were nothing worth paying much attention to. More gunshots rang out, louder now that they were closer. Bladedancer glanced at Manga Carta somewhat apprehensively. That was a lot of gunfire, maybe this wasn't a good idea. Neither of them had a brute rating so all it took was one lousy person with a gun to... You know. Even through the mask and bodywear, Bladedancer could tell that she seemed excited by the prospect. Bladedancer grimaced. Well it was too late to turn back now. The sound of rapid footsteps came around the corner and Bladedancer and Magna Carta flattened against the wall. A man sprinted past them, not bothering to look around in his blind panic. Confirmation they were close. After pausing for a moment they hurried along and found themselves looking at the sound of some sort of warehouse, shouting from inside encouragement that this was the right place. The pair quickly made their way to the side of the building.

"How do you want to get in, just find a door?"

"Can't you just cut through the wall?"

"Well... Yeah, but should I?"

"No one's gonna expect us to come through a wall are they?"

"Ok, you have a point. We go in when I say go."

Bladedancer took out her attuned knife and carefully stuck it through the relatively thin wall of the warehouse and quickly created a rectangle about 2 feet wide and tall enough for both of them to fit under comfortably.

"Go!"

Magna Carta pushed forward, shoving the rectangle of metal forward and holding it in front of her like a shield for a moment or two before moving it to the side so she could assess the situation. Several people on the floor, in various states of damage. A wall of neon something was just standing in the middle of the floor. A wire of some sort lead from the floor to the catwalk where several other people where. Another person was standing on the ground floor along with what appeared to be an angel. But Magna Carta's eyes focused on Zach immediately. The lack of costume made his face easy to recognize. That and the fact that it was a face that had been burned into her mind. The moment the TV had screen shifted its view for a close up on Zach's face before it was broken and she'd nearly died. Alice ripped off the mask and the hoodie was pulled back, revealing her face and her blonde hair, amber eyes practically aflame with rage.

"HEY Lethal Force, you remember the faces of the people you leave for dead!?"

Bladedancer stuck a blade outside, just in case, before running in after her, her eyes eye purviewing the same scene: though without the same recognition that Magna Carta had, expressing surprise at hearing that this group was Lethal Force. To think they would met them on their first outing! Though... This was probably more of bad thing than a good thing.

Pokémon: Start

Dawkin Trustram

_{@PlatinumSkink@Joshua Tamashii}

"Well... If you're sure then, still, I must at least walk with you to town and make sure you don't run into any trouble while you're in need of a chance of clothes." Dawkin said uncertainly. He didn't like causing trouble for other people, much less not doing anything to fix it. "Ah, I'm with the Professor yes. Uh, I'm terribly sorry but I don't recall seeing you with everyone else." Her wording implied she was also helped by the Professor but he was confident she hadn't been there with the group he had been in it. Had the Professor accepted another batch of kids? Not that it mattered overly in the grand scheme of things, but he was curious. Pichu leaned into the chin scritch before hopping away happily. Dawkin returned both Pichu and Wooper to their Pokeballs now that they were no longer the target of attention. "Regardless my name is Dawkin Trustram, a pleasure to meet you, even if I'm not sure you can say the same." Dawkin intro'd, with a rueful laugh at the end.

---

Inventory

Items:
x1 Potion
x4 Pokeball
x2 Super-Potions
x1 Escape rope
x2 Repels
x1 Awakening
x1 Paralyze Heal
x1 Antidote
x1 Moon Stone
x1 Dragon Scale

Pokédollars: 5545p.

Pokémon

Aron

100%

Atlas
Gender: Male
Type: Steel/Rock

Species: Aron
Level: 11
Personality: A stubborn and sometimes disagreeable little fellow, he likes eating. A lot. He's smarter than he looks and can be quite devious in order to get what he wants.
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Fill in as we go. Probably
Moves: Tackle, Harden, Mudslap, Headbutt, Metal Claw
Ability: Sturdy. Allows the pokemon to survive an attack that would otherwise knock it out.
Held Item:

Wooper

100%

Gender: Female
Type: Water/Ground
Personality:
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Level: 9
Moves: Water Gun, Tail Whip, Mud Sport, Mud Shot
Ability: Water Absorb, will regain health upon being hit with a water-type move.
Held Item: None.

Pichu

100%

Gender: Male
Type: Electric
Personality: (Up to player.)
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.)
Level: 6
Moves: Thundershock, Charm, Tail Whip
Ability: Static, may paralyze other Pokémon on contact.
Held Item: None.

Pokémon: Start

Dawkin Trustram

_{@PlatinumSkink@Joshua Tamashii}

Thank Arcues she didn't seem to think he was a bumbling idiot, despite that his speech and actions were indicating just that. Closer inspection of the girl he'd inadvertently wronged revealed a dome of blonde hair with a single slit for her eye. She looked to be somewhat frail, but perhaps he was simply making that up. Pichu was naturally curious at the approach of a new person and after a careful look at Dawkin to evaluate whether he could, he took a short hop to Amelia and sniffed at her hand. Meanwhile Wooper just gave Amelia a look of genuine happiness, seemingly because of her mere presence, but made no moves. "Ah- yes, Wooper gets a little overzealous. Also I wouldn't pet Wooper, I'm sure she'd appreciate it but she protects herself from drying out with a protective, and somewhat toxic, film." Dawkin's voice regained its normal assurance upon him explaining something that he well knew. He took a short breath to help restore him calmness. "Sorry again about the water, if you want I can pay for it to be dry-cleaned, or maybe a new shirt..." Dawkin pulled out his Pokedex and began checking to see how money he had in his account at the moment. With the catch of Pichu he could probably easily afford fixing his mistake.

---

Inventory

Items:
x1 Potion
x4 Pokeball
x2 Super-Potions
x1 Escape rope
x2 Repels
x1 Awakening
x1 Paralyze Heal
x1 Antidote
x1 Moon Stone
x1 Dragon Scale

Pokédollars: 5545p.

Pokémon

Aron

100%

Atlas
Gender: Male
Type: Steel/Rock

Species: Aron
Level: 11
Personality: A stubborn and sometimes disagreeable little fellow, he likes eating. A lot. He's smarter than he looks and can be quite devious in order to get what he wants.
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Fill in as we go. Probably
Moves: Tackle, Harden, Mudslap, Headbutt, Metal Claw
Ability: Sturdy. Allows the pokemon to survive an attack that would otherwise knock it out.
Held Item:

Wooper

100%

Gender: Female
Type: Water/Ground
Personality:
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Level: 9
Moves: Water Gun, Tail Whip, Mud Sport, Mud Shot
Ability: Water Absorb, will regain health upon being hit with a water-type move.
Held Item: None.

Pichu

100%

Gender: Male
Type: Electric
Personality: (Up to player.)
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.)
Level: 6
Moves: Thundershock, Charm, Tail Whip
Ability: Static, may paralyze other Pokémon on contact.
Held Item: None.

Lock and Key

Am NASA give chest plox.

Pokémon: Start

Bah I really couldn't think of anything for a while but there ya go. Sorry if that ruins her drawing :<

Pokémon: Start

Dawkin Trustram

_{@PlatinumSkink@Joshua Tamashii}

Dawkin made it out of the forest still at practically a full sprint before he stopped to look behind and listen to hear if the Sawsbuck was still following him. After a few seconds of silence Dawkin determined it was likely fine. As such Dawkin flopped onto the ground breathing heavily. Ha...ha...ha... Jeez that had been a little too close. He had quite the tendency for getting himself into dangerous situations. Well, wasn't danger the best way to grow? His legs certainly had to be growing the way they were feeling right now at least. After a minute or so Dawkin got up and headed back to the city, wanting to quickly heal his Pokémon at the Pokémon center and make his way back out to Route 5 to get used to his Pichu. He wasn't going to sell it. Oh no, this was to make a point. They wanted him to catch and Pichu and sell it? He'd catch it, show up the selling spot to tell them he wasn't interested and keep it. Was that simply him being petty? Maybe. Maybe not. More importantly at the moment, Dawkin found himself at the edge of the forest at the base of the hill the drawing girl was on. Not that he really take note of her. He figured being near the forest might make Pichu feel better and it would be a good place to look for other trainers or wild Pokémon to battle making sure there were no hard feelings. He released Pichu and the barely one foot tall electric mouse did a swivel with bright observant brown eyes before finally locking onto Dawkin. "Hey buddy, feeling better?" Dawkin asked evenly. The Pichu gave him a glance up and down and turned away, raising its face in what amounted to a disdainful sniff. Dawkin shook his head, "Well we won't be of much use to each other at that rate. I think I might be able to change your mind though..." Dawkin reached into his pocket and pulled out a Rare Candy, unwrapping it and slowly offering it to the Pichu.

Its nose twitched twice and it swiftly dropped its pose and looked curiously at the Rare Candy with those bright eyes. It immediately made a little hop to snatch the candy and Dawkin retracted it upwards. "Ah, I see I have something you want. Well if you promise to play nice I'll let you have it." The Pichu scowled at him briefly before capitulating and switching its expression to a heart-jerking wobbly-eye stare. Dawkin laughed a little, "Looks like we have a deal." Now the candy was held in the palm of his hand rather than his fingers and he lowered it to the Pichu's level. The electric mouse waited for a moment to be sure there were no more tricks and then happily popped the Rare Candy into his mouth. A little squeal of excitement was immediately heard and sparks of electricity and arced to everything nearby. Dawkin's hand jerked back in surprise at the sudden light zap he'd received. It was nothing permanently harmful, but it had been quite surprising. Dawkin shook his hand to relieve the pain and spent a moment grabbing a water bottle and drizzling some water over the zapped area.

When he looked up he saw to his shock that a fire had started in the grass at the base of the hill. "Shiiii- p!" Dawkin tossed what remained of his water at the fire and released Wooper, "Water gun the hill!" Wooper, not too bright but enthusiastic as ever, proceeded to do just that. The burst of water put out the fairly small fire at the start of the hill. And also the rest of the hill. The spray of water continued all the way into the air, causing a sudden shower above the poor girl at the top of the hill. Wooper looked at Dawkin cheerily, pleased it had helped out and Pichu merely looked at the strip of soaked ground with some confusion, still happy that it had gotten a sweet treat. Ugh.... How embarrassing. Dawkin's pale skin made the red flush of shame more prominent and it borne a harsh contrast to his regular cool and composed impression. "I-I'm very sorry. I-he-well-it... _sorry..." Dawkin looked at the ground awkwardly with his fist at his temple as though he could somehow push a solution out of his brain.

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Inventory

Items:
x1 Potion
x4 Pokeball
x2 Super-Potions
x1 Escape rope
x2 Repels
x1 Awakening
x1 Paralyze Heal
x1 Antidote
x1 Moon Stone
x1 Dragon Scale

Pokédollars: 5545p.

Pokémon

Aron

100%

Atlas
Gender: Male
Type: Steel/Rock

Species: Aron
Level: 11
Personality: A stubborn and sometimes disagreeable little fellow, he likes eating. A lot. He's smarter than he looks and can be quite devious in order to get what he wants.
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Fill in as we go. Probably
Moves: Tackle, Harden, Mudslap, Headbutt, Metal Claw
Ability: Sturdy. Allows the pokemon to survive an attack that would otherwise knock it out.
Held Item:

Wooper

100%

Gender: Female
Type: Water/Ground
Personality:
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:
Level: 9
Moves: Water Gun, Tail Whip, Mud Sport, Mud Shot
Ability: Water Absorb, will regain health upon being hit with a water-type move.
Held Item: None.

Pichu

100%

Gender: Male
Type: Electric
Personality: (Up to player.)
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.)
Level: 6
Moves: Thundershock, Charm, Tail Whip
Ability: Static, may paralyze other Pokémon on contact.
Held Item: None.