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It had taken time for the pressure on Akaia's chest to ease enough for her to think about something other than breathing. For a while, all she wanted to do was hold it. The hours immediately following the group's skirmish was one spent in anxious anticipation by the Sidhe as she kept too close an eye on Poppy and tried to drown out every voice in her head telling her to do something. She'd failed in the past or had seen enough failure that a familiar premonition was an itch she could not ignore. There were too many faces crowding her memory who were now buried in the dirt and many more still who were simply gone. But what scared her more than anything was the idea that another Sidhe could walk out of her life. Poppy wouldn't do that.

...Will not...

She bit her lip and clenched her fist. Cutting through the noise in her head were the promises of both Erik and Lysandra. The two she'd scolded at in her own way now the voices of reason and rationality. Deep down, she knew she could trust them even when she didn't want to. A part of her wanted to be upset, but Erik was the leader and Lysandra knew what she was doing. One was the oldest of the commune and a good friend to everyone, including Poppy. The other was a light tug against her every step from trinkets strapped to her thigh. A constant reminder of the breadth of knowledge between Lysandra and herself. If there were two people she could trust to take care of someone close to her, it would be them, and after only a few hours, it was them.

Despite the fall and injuries sustained, Poppy recovered or at the very least was well on her way. After only so short a time following their skirmish, the Sidhe was no longer confined to Lysandra's assistance and was already walking on her own. Seeing this when before she could barely focus on a single object was the relief Akaia needed and it was only then that she allowed herself some small amount of respite from worry. However, from then on, she insisted she took point in Poppy's place.

The fork in the road saw the group split into two teams, another idea that didn't sit well with Akaia, but she did not protest the party composition. With Poppy in the same cell, she could at least keep her away from the front. Plus she knew Cerise was more than capable of handling her own and was not worried that the two would be separated. Before they parted ways, she made sure to sneak Cerise a surprise hug and bade her take care. Akaia would not have two of those closest to her injured on the same day.

She kept her place ahead of the pack after the split, especially now that everything screamed danger. Buildings leaned too closely together inviting an air of claustrophobia that was stifling compared to the wider streets of the outer city. Cracked windows and broken doors were caricatures of predators that lined either side of the street. Sparse, naked trees clawed tirelessly at the sky and encroached on the roads, throwing strange shadows across the ground at odd angles. The silence too was so enduring as to be deafening and every scrap of debris tossed by the wind became unnaturally loud. Then there were the blind spots. Behind every derelict car. Around every corner Akaia could not see. Cloaked in the shadow of a collapsed wall or waiting on the other side of it.

Akaia remained vigilant for Lost as she led the group, keeping her head on a swivel and the voices of her friends not too far behind. Licorice kept to the sky and would make regular passes over both groups.

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An angry cloud of dust and light-bending pollen pushed past the others and gathered over Poppy's medical supplies. Invisible hands forced the bag open and began shifting through its contents, picking through what was inside and discarding the items an anxious Akaia was not looking for. A small bottle of antibiotics, a small clear box with a needle and bundle of thread inside, some scissors and some painkillers were all tossed into a chaotic pile next to her before her desperation turned to delight.

"Yes..." She whispered to herself, removing her hand from the bag with a roll of bandages squeezed firmly between her fingers. In her grasp, it floated gently in the air as if on its own until, with a slight tug, a metal clasp was released and her translucent poncho fell to the ground. Much of the pollen obfuscating her fell away in a violent swirl with the rest still clinging to the fabric rendering it an invisible pile on the ground. Akaia stood with the bandage in hand almost entirely visible and with eyes now on her, she turned her attention to Erik and Lysandra. Amid a look of worry and exhaustion was one of disappointment that would have been as clear to them as the daylight sun. She drove the point home by slapping a 'peace sign' across her forehead with the palm facing them and a scowl across her face.

With frustrations expressed, the Sidhe turned to a reclined Poppy. Whatever fury or anxiousness she was feeling in the moment fell away as she stepped around to stand above her. As Akaia found the girl's eyes with her own, a careful hand felt the side of her face and a familiar tingle bit at her fingertips. "Pa-pee..." She nearly whimpered. However, realizing how unfocused she was, Akaia didn't wait for a response and immediately took to looking for and following a trail of blood that had seeped into her hair and clothing. The deep red stain seemed to tuck itself into a layer of hair behind her ear and under her crown and so, with caution, Akaia gingerly pulled some of that hair back to expose a pronounced cut. Although slow, blood was still oozing from the wound leaving the area matted and damp.

She silently went to work carefully, crudely, applying the bandage over the wound to stop the bleeding. Although nowhere near the expertise of Poppy, she knew in this case that something was better than nothing.

Every now and then, her eyes would flick over to Erik and Lysandra.

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A thrall struggled under its own weight, crawling along with limbs lethargic as a beige mist was drawn into its lungs. Every rotted breath became heavier than the last until, with a final exhale, it pulled its body forward one last time and stopped. Pitch black eyes stared longingly at its prey: A gathering of revenants and humans who were licking their wounds in the aftermath of a plan turned sour. A faraway meal it desired to sate a thirst it could no longer quench. However, the overwhelming desire to sleep was impossible for it to resist and as the world around it began to slip into an eternal dark, the unseeable was there to comfort it.

"Stay." Akaia whispered at it softly, pointing the end of her staff at its back. With a thrust, the tip perforated blackened flesh and slipped entirely through to the chest and into the ground. Ignoring its mournful wail, she breathed into the golden flower on the cane and the other end sprouted, pushing a knot of thick roots into dense earth and anchoring the creature where it lay. Then, with a forceful yank, she snapped the staff in two, leaving a large section behind to keep the thrall pinned and sealed to its fate... at least for a while. Behind her, a zigzagging path of similar spikes and ensnaring vines ensured that most of the Lost Poppy had put to sleep would remain here, unable to harm and, more importantly, unable to die only to reconstitute stronger than before.

With another breath, the broken end of her staff was quickly restored. New wood sprouted from the remaining half and thread into itself forming a point. As it returned to its original length, Akaia took the opportunity to check the levels of her oxygen tank. Peeking from behind her hip was a gauge housing a small red needle that at present was pointed firmly at the green. For now at least, she was in no danger of running out of clean air. And so, with her cane restored, the Lost taken care of and her gear checked, Akaia resigned to join the others. At least she would have, had it not been for a sudden onset of dizziness.

Shifting weight was steadied against a renewed staff as Akaia's balance was robbed from her along with her sight. While she struggled to keep her feet, so too did she struggle to make sense of a world that was becoming increasingly blurry around the edges. To compound the issue, there was a dull ache blooming around the back of her head. Curiosity drove her to investigate the pain, but when she reached for and gingerly pressed the area with her fingers, a drooping red flower flashed before her mind's eye.

...Pa-pee?...

A very loud metallic thud snapped Akaia out of her stupor and she turned to see a familiar crow standing in a rather pronounced dent on a nearby car. It shrilled at her worryingly.

"Not me." She replied shakily. "Pa-..Pa-pee." Shrugging off symptoms she did not want and forcing some semblance of balance into her legs, she clung to a determination brought on by a foreign need and pushed on toward the others. "She is hurting!"

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---------------------------------------------------- f · 19 · 5'1" · sidhe · theme · #bca346 a p p e a r a n c e Thin. Frail. Pale white almost stone looking skin. Her dark hair is often unkempt. Her eyes a milky white. Her nose sharp, cheeks soft and lips a thin pink. Her overall physical demeanor appears rather sickly although she would tell you she feels fine. Akaia's wardrobe is limited given her unusual lifestyle. A fashion statement favoring durability and wear just loose enough to remain comfortable while on the move. Her undergarments consist mostly of wrappings around the trunk of her body, arms and thighs that are then layered for warmth. A typical tunic and trousers held together with a leather strap and a shawl that is kept around her shoulders that can be pulled over her head to better conceal her physical qualities. In this way she can blend into a crowd if need be and when necessary, move quickly to escape danger. A pair of leather worn boots helps her move with some silence. p e r s o n a l i t y Although quiet, Akaia's lack of speak is not to be confused with being shy. She is naturally curious, always adventurous, constantly looking for the answer to a question or asking the question to an answer she's found. She's protective of the people around her, although a large part of that could be attributed to her being a Sidhe. Any awkwardness from an interaction is a result of a life forced upon a woman when she was young. Her asocial tendencies are that of an ignorant child that is eager to learn. Despite this and more importantly, despite her distinct outward appearance, her heart is that of gold, not unlike the flowers that adjourn her hair. s k i l l s Her main means of defense is her ability to camouflage. Additionally, the life-giving spores of her breath work unusually fast, even for a Sidhe. An accidental sneeze some years ago was a quick lesson on breath control lest she impale another unsuspecting soul. Akaia also finds herself particularly skilled at moving quickly and quietly. Having spent much of her youth in the forests between civilization, she's knowledgeable in the navigation of uncharted areas and the ability to traverse those areas safely. Akaia has the ability to mimic any noises, voices or sounds she can or has heard. A unique skill she picked up learning to communicate with a world as strange to her as she is to it. She also developed a coded language between herself and her crow in the form of various clicks and clucks. e q u i p m e n t A wooden staff standing at her shoulder. It's thin, light and durable. At one end, there is a flowering bulb of golden petals. If coaxed, it can emit a soft ambient warm hue for a duration. This bulb also doubles as a warning for Akaia. If the air becomes too contaminated, it will begin to shrivel, allowing Akaia enough time to don a mask before she suffers any adverse effects. Concealed within this staff is a blade a foot in length, the hilt of which is the bulbed end of the staff. When of good health, it is impossible to pull the blade out. However, when the wood is weakened in the presence of polluted air or Miasma, the blade can be drawn by snapping the wood where they're joined. Her gas mask is made of a sturdy flexible material that sits comfortably around her nose and mouth and creates an airtight seal. Not unlike the rest of her attire, the equipment and it's entire rig is lightweight but still durable. The mask is fed via a tube that loops around her waist and connects two cylinders roughly the size of a liter bottle. These are hung across her lower back by a leather sling and pulled tight against her body. If this connection should fail or the canisters are damaged, one of the filters on the mask itself is larger than the other and houses an emergency 'tank' of oxygen that is good for fifteen minutes. Additionally, only one of the tanks across her back is filled with a supply of clean oxygen. The other tank stores the spores from her breath. To prevent her influence on surrounding flora, Akaia will often don her mask when she intends to speak. Her mask function is then switched to allow air intake in one direction, thereby letting her breathe without wasting the oxygen in her tank. Any spores released by her during this time is caught and stored. Akaia is accompanied by a crow. It feeds on the blood beads she provides. w e a k n e s s Akaia is naturally non-combative, a quality made clear by the handicap provided by her staff. Besides a seldom used blade and the ability to sprout the end of her staff dangerously fast, she has little else to offer in a fight. Her speech is stunted thanks in large part to her early life. She spent her first years learning in the wild on her own before she was discovered and taken in. Though much improved, her verbal communication is limited to fragments, signs and gestures. She cannot legibly write but she can read and understand just as well as anyone else can. In addition to her speech, her odd upbringing also left her somewhat asocial. Most interpersonal interactions are awkward at best. h i s t o r y Akaia was brought into the fold 7 years ago by the Revenant Cerise as a result of a chance meeting between the two. As a young Sidhe only recently made alone and without clear direction, it was far too easy for her to decide to follow the odd girl after catching her on one of her many excursions. However, it didn't take long for the equally, if not more skilled Cerise to pick up on her tail and what followed was a rather short game of cat and mouse. Needless to say, Cerise made quick work of the stranger, but it didn't take long for the lost soul of a curious and genuine heart to win over a warm and empathetic one. A short, tense and awkward exchange later would leave Akaia with an invitation home and a near decades long friendship. She quickly fell into her role as the second scout. Whatever pockets of information about the surrounding area she didn't already know was filled in with Cerise's help and soon, the newest member was contributing rather than simply learning. In that time of growth, she developed her communication, both verbal and non-verbal and also taught those around her how to communicate with her through her crow. These days, she spends much of her time off base, exploring the world, seeing where it may need healing and attempting to remedy it. During her trips, she'll often pick up various bits and bobs along the way that are of import to others and will bring them back home. This can be anything from material for Lyssandra to a new flower for Cerise or even a peculiar looking pebble she thinks might look good on a mantle somewhere. If on the base, she'll often be in the company of a certain Revenant and a certain nosy crow.

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Helio Trope

“Hey.”

Helio

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Helio Trope

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Faunus (Snake)

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Vacuo

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N

Slim build from a life on the move and an even tan from a bloodline that has spent copious amounts of time in the sun. Helio is tall, although not always the tallest in the room at 5'10". His eyes are of a deep brown and his hair cascades to about his mid-back when not up as it usually is. At first glance, this hair seems a slate black but under the right light or upon closer inspection, there is a noticeable tinge of purple.

His attire reflects his personality and activity, at least when he's not required to clean up. He is most often found in comfortable clothing or anything that is typically more flexible and allows for breathing. The gold bits and bobbles affixed to his hair are one of the more obvious hints to his home.

C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N

Helio appears stoic and is naturally a man of few words, preferring to speak plainly and to the point, and although this in itself often leads to him being mislabeled as abrasive or asocial, Helio is anything but. While very serious about his aspirations and focused with what he thinks he must do to achieve an end, he remains warm and friendly to those around him; Reciprocating kindness when received and when no one else will, makes the effort to go out of his way to provide assistance when it is needed. For his effort, he will balance the absence of his voice with genuine positive expressions. Confusion often holds however as his smiles remain closed.

If given a choice, he will communicate with gestures or speak when he is sure no one is paying too close attention.

Beyond that, Helio is rather plain. He's dedicated to his studies as is every other student, works exceptionally well when in a team and will get what is required of him done without much if any resistance or question.

B A C K S T O R Y

Helio was born in the Kingdom of Vacuo and among one of the more mobile nomadic tribes. His early life was a simple one as a babe nestled between two loving parents and surrounded by a people who were both loyal and protective of one another. However, as with any child, time and age introduced an expanding world and with that the realization of his place in it. The history of Remnant, The Great War, the peace brokered between their home and the other three Kingdoms and the continuing conflict there after. The difference between a human and a Faunus.

Given the nature of a life lived on the move and at the very edge of the protective reach of Vacuo, Helio learned at a young age to survive in a harsher environment than most could. His parents, being renowned hunters in their own right, were sure to instill in him a cautious respect for the beauty and horror of nature and to recognize the very real danger that was Grimm. However, he would learn all too quickly that these were not the only threats that persisted in the world and that no matter how fast or far one tried to run, those threats would always catch up.

In time, opposing ideas on the future of life in Sanus and the rest of Remnant led to a split in his tribe of people and more importantly to a significant populace of the kingdom. This shadow of dissension eventually encroached on the Trope home and saw to a rift in his family; An inescapable separation of the two halves of his life brought on by a history that was very much entwined with that of his family's name. With the threat of looming conflict and fear of further retaliation from those around them, a decision was made to flee with what little they had left.

Weeks of travel across the expanse of Sanus led to the shores of Vale and another week across the sea saw Helio setting foot in Anima for the first time.

S E M B L A N C E

Dubbed 'Respite', Helio's semblance stands in direct contrast to his supposed nature. On touch, Helio can numb pain and with some effort and concentration, can actively heal, draining his own aura to mend wounds on others. This process is slow and while minor cuts and bruises can be remedied in minutes and with relative ease, gaping wounds take hours of nonstop focus and will heavily exhaust Helio or if taken to extremes, result in his death.

W E A P O N

Helio's choice of weapon is a dagger, the hilt of which doubles as a compact firearm with the muzzle exiting the pommel. Various elements of dust can be slotted into hilt to augment munition in various but simple ways.

On his person are also four plain throwing knives.

I N T A N G I B L E S

Given the discrimination prevalent in Mistral, Helio has elected to keep his progeny a secret. To that end, he has practiced keeping his one physical tell concealed. While conversing, he purposely limits his lip movement. Not so much as to be odd but enough that his fangs remain hidden.

Additionally, his fangs can inject a poison that is highly toxic. A bite to a human can kill within the hour. However, Helio does carry a dose of the antidote on his person at all times and by extension, or because of this, is knowledgeable in various poisons and their antidotes. Furthermore, Helio has become somewhat proficient in the creation of natural herbal remedies and the like influenced heavily by his place of birth and the curse or gift of his family.

He works part-time with his father at a flower shop.

He is quite flexible.

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2020

AD-4.M

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_ _	name. AD-4.M age (artificial). 25 age (actual). 12 designated. A.I.D.A badge number. A-06151125
augmentation. Clean as are all AIDA v4 and previously, v3. AD-4.M is not enhanced by any augmentations. His body was engineered and grown to be more durable and physically stronger than their human counterparts. Their brains work not unlike a computer, processing commands at speeds beyond the capabilities of a human and like the AI's before him, he is able to compute possible outcomes and solutions for any given scenario... if called upon to do so. When taking actions at extreme levels of physicality, he will tire as any human and will regain that energy just as fast, if not faster. personality. Glass half full. It's hard to tell if it's programmed or if those emotions are genuine but it works well when in tandem with a second person. He will often try to balance the bleakness of any situation with some lighthearted humor... within reason. He too understands boundaries and the serious nature that is his work and so remains appropriate. The seven years he's spent since his graduation learning the nuance of language, both spoken and unspoken, has ensured that. _________________________________________________________________________________ AD-4.M is naturally obedient, as are all AIDAs from his line. He will take to tasks without hesitation to the point of disregarding his own safety if needed, just so long as he understands that his actions will result in completion and no other, more reasonable, efficient or safe options are available that will accomplish the same. history. Production began in the year 2093, two years before the incident on Mars. He is one of ten manufactured as the first batch of AIDA v4's. Although much of the development and manufacturing of an AIDA remains classified, it is shared knowledge to select consumers that the first five years of growth are spent at a facility where their growth is accelerated and a culmination of the world's shared knowledge is injected by force into the brain. A further two years are spent later in the AIDAs life cycle developing it's specified physicality, perfecting their individuality and touching up on nuances desired by the clientele. After his graduation, AD-4.M's spent a year off world on mars working private security, his time spent doubling as both a preliminary test of his abilities and assessment for further updates and upgrades. After he'd successfully completed a number of jobs without incident, he was cleared and put up for sale, his acquisition the point of interest for a number of large companies. It was the Chief of Police however who'd manage to purchase AD-4.M, a move made possible by her specific reasoning as to why she should be handed the AIDA. At least in her words, it was a PR move.

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History. Born into a family of both wealth and power, Vyska resides comfortably inside the walls of the upper ring. However, while the life of luxury was always within arms reach, her father made sure to impress upon her the importance of hard work, study, manners and the weight that was her family name and that of the name she was given: Vyska, after the mother who's life ended when her's began. And Moon with roots in tinkerers and inventors and leaders. At a young age, she was given to the throws of education. Private schooling. Lessons in dance and song and the playing of a number of musical instruments. She studied some limited forms of self defense and learned early on her way around a handgun. By the age of 14, her father had begun introducing her to the family business and by 18, had become quite the expert in all things SynEn. 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Handgun designed by Varrick's Global. Production is too expensive to be standard issue but it is sold as a personal firearm. Given the partnership between themselves and SynEn, this one was a gift. It fires bolts of condensed synergy and the battery holds twelve charges. R E L A T I O N S H I P S ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ______________ _______________ Mynwa_Moon__________________________ Father of Vyska. CEO of SynEn. Mynwa is detail oriented, driven to no end, intelligent and very efficient in everything he does. Despite a heavy focus on his work, he's found a precarious balance between his career and that of him being a father. He loves his child and has done what he can to raise her as best as he could. He expects her to take over the company once he retires. Being the sole provider of energy in the Republic, he has strong pull in government and is often seen in such circles. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ _______________ _______________ Jack_______________________ Said to be a former hitman for a powerful gang, Jack is Vyska's personal bodyguard and is seen in her shadow at all times of the day. He takes to his work seriously and does his job well. He has, on a number of occasions thwarted wayward attempts of harm on her person and in this way, has garnered trust from the Moon family. He will at times, and given he is in a good mood, offer advice or even engage in some casual banter. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟶𝟾 █▬ Vysaka gives birth to a 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ baby girl but dies due to 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ complications during the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ delivery. Mynwa names 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ the newborn child Vyska. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟶𝟿 █▬ Vyska says "Daddy". 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟷𝟶 █▬ Vyska brings her own 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ flowers to her mother's 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ grave. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟷𝟾 █▬ At the age of ten, Vyska 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ learns how to use a gun. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟷 █▬ Vyska graduates from 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ primary at the top of her 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ class. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟸 █▬ Vyska is introduced to 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ her father's work for the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ first time. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟹 █▬ Mynwa acclimates 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ Vyska to the world that 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ is SynEn. That same year, 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ King Wu VI takes the 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ throne at sixteen. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟶𝟹𝟸𝟽 █▬ Vyska visits the power 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ plant in the lower ring. 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ 𝟷𝟿𝟼𝟿 █ ____________________________________

F A L S E L I V E S ᵇʸ ᴱˣᴵᵗ

G A L A R I A N S T O R I E S
2020

Thomas Tyrell

This CS is mobile friendly (mostly).

Created by Exit for Galarian Stories.

▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ _______________ _______________ Male · 25 · Grass · Theme ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ______________________________________ Appearance. Stands at six feet. Auburn, shoulder length hair has been dyed blonde and is often tied up and kept out of his way during work. Lithe build approaching fit. His wardrobe is usually lax with loose fitted shirts and comfortable pants, whether they be jeans, cargo or even sweats. He's most often seen in boots, a necessity given his time spent off the beaten path. When challenged, he'll answer with whatever he's in at the time, wherever he's at. Personality. Known to be sensible. Wise. Not one to throw his weight around in a room for the sake of attention. Thomas's take on life is one of devotion and hard work, even if at first glance he exudes the opposite. He seems fairly laid back and is often taking time where it's appropriate and when he can. When it's time to make moves however, he will. Outside of work, he's kind, compassionate, a little bit of a flirt, a little bit of a romantic, very much a klutz but has enough social bones in his body to get by. He approaches his Gym Leadership with much of the same enthusiasm, ushering in new trainers with a pride that he relishes while ensuring that they're not necessarily the 'best' but dedicated to their journey and to their pokemon. He likes to think of himself as a reminder that the most important aspect to be a trainer is growth and that embracing weaknesses and mistakes are a major part of that and not something to be overlooked. It's a lesson he's had to apply to his own life on multiple occasions, only reinforcing its importance. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ History. Thomas was born a single child and in the city of Wyndon, although this would not become his home. His family being as nomadic as they were kept on the move and so, much of his early life would be spread across the entire continent. To help with the inherent lonely nature that travel placed on him, Thomas began taking bits and pieces of the cities and regions he would visit with him when he left. These trinkets arrived in the form of various small plants and saplings. By chance, during one of his pickings he would accidentally mistake an Applin for a simple apple from which he intended to take seeds. The little dragon would become his first official Pokemon and best friend. His journey to becoming the Gym Leader he is now began shortly thereafter. Recognizing that pieces of themselves had become inspirations for the young boy's dreams, they took to nurturing his flame. His mother had in fact been a successful trainer herself and his father, a researcher in the science of agriculture. Surprisingly, their varying careers made for a relationship that worked well on the move and also meant more opportunities for Thomas to learn. Two lessons remained the most important during his early days: His father taught him the importance of growth, the cycle of the world and how a single plant fit into that. How everything started with good soil but was maintained with love. One made for deep roots and the other ensured a strong and healthy plant. Relationships worked in much the same way, whether it be with people or Pokemon, and building those relationships with love on a strong foundation meant stronger bonds and a stronger team. His mother impressed upon him the importance of adaptation, of recognizing weakness and learning how to overcome it. She would remind him that just like the Pokemon he grew to love, plants too learned to survive in even the harshest of environments and that he would have to learn to do the same. The last lesson he learned he taught to himself after he'd watched the saplings and plants he'd taken from around the world grow old and die. No matter how good the soil or how much love and attention you give, everything withers in time. Thomas was approached after he graduated as a potential candidate for gym leadership in his area of expertise. By then, his travels and his prowess in battle had garnered for him a bit of a name. He initially refused, resigning himself to a life on the move as had been the norm for him. Additionally, having followed in his father's footsteps, his studies required him to travel to the different habitats and study flora in their natural home. Rooting himself in one place, particularly to a Gym, was counter intuitive to that. A certain someone convinced him otherwise and since then, he's been nurturing the spirits of trainers looking to take the crown. To this day, however, he stands by the fact that he is naturally the worst candidate for his position. Even then, he holds to his promise all the same. _ A dense forest to the Northwest of Turffield is home to Thomas's gym. Finding the clearing and the ruins marked as the origin of the surrounding forest is the mission. In respect to the sacred nature of the land and to the battles held there, only immediate family, close friends, other gym leaders and the Champion are allowed to spectate on location. Everyone else must watch the broadcast. Sceptile · Palatus · m Grass · Timid Overgrow ______________________________________ Ferrothorn · Uria · f Grass | Steel · Careful Iron Barbs ______________________________________ Ludicolo · Nympha · f Water | Grass · Modest Swift Swim ______________________________________ _______________________________________________________ Mow Rotom · Hiraskira · n Electric | Grass · Modest Levitate ______________________________________ Venasaur · Ralpheia · m Grass | Poison · Timid Thick Fat ______________________________________ Flapple · Dracomalus · m Grass | Dragon · Jolly Hustle ______________________________________ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Moira Kingsley "She was a lot like the cooler older sibling that was always away from home but that you secretly wanted to be like. And then she became a leader. Now she wears that armor like the books she used to when we were kids and I'm just now realizing I can never be at her level. She's also half of the reason why I'm here." ________________ _________________________________________________ Fiona MacConnell "It's been a year. A really long one. At a match a month, I think the record stands at twelve and oh. In her favor, of course. It'd be an understatement to say that I've learned something in my time on the field against her. I still envy her spirit to this day but absolutely appreciate her time and friendship." ________________ _________________________________________________ Zeke Webber "I previously only knew him as the persona he gives on screen. On a chance encounter with him much earlier in our careers, I learned there were more layers than just the one. No one is harder on that man than himself and it's clearly what pushes him so far. His physique and strength in battle are testaments to his training." ________________ _________________________________________________ Ezran Hawthorne "Met only in passing. He's yet another I need to get in touch with on a more regular basis. I've yet to really train against the type plus there's an interesting science there: While one produces the other, his very effectively kills mine. Besides that, all I know about him is his music which is fairly good." ________________ _________________________________________________ William Anwell "He's got quite the personality and even I can tell he's got a thing for fashion. I also hear he's a bit of a flirt from the others. I've yet to be on the receiving end but considering I plan on visiting, I'm sure I'll see my share. Ballonlea is another planet and I'll need his insight to recreate it in the lab." ________________ _________________________________________________ Henrietta Durand "In another time, her drive may have put me off. She wants for the top spot so much that, besides fashion, there's little room for anything else in her life. As you grow up though, you learn that people are the way they are. It's her dream and I have to respect her ability to push herself to achieve it." ________________ _________________________________________________ Victoria "The answer is yes. I never challenged her. I was familiar with but never actually took part in the gym challenge, surprising as that may sound. Just too busy with school. But we have met before and... she has an energy that's hard to ignore or forget. A confidence and poise and she's a little too easy on the eyes." ________________ _________________________________________________ Elijah Grayson "I still believe he should have been a leader long before I was. He's incredibly smart and skilled and facing the two in battle is... difficult. There was never a question about him being promoted. A great trainer and even better friend. Plus, it helps to live down the street from the smartest guy in town." ________________ _________________________________________________ Hestia Quintell "My loss record against her is far smaller when compared to Fiona. I'm still waiting on a win here too. This is probably a theme. There's also a lot of respect. It's not easy to fail and pull yourself back together, especially when loss affects you as heavily as it does her. I admire that." ________________ _________________________________________________ Isla Owens "Like many of the gym leaders, I have yet to talk with her personally although I'm very much interested in adding her to the growing list of trainers I let beat me around. Hestia has said nothing but good things about her and not to mention her bouncing back after the injury. If not soon, I'll see her on her way up to the champ." ________________ _________________________________________________ Joseph Johannes "I've been meaning to get in touch but our schedules have never aligned. He's got his television gig and I've been busy with construction on the lab. Like Zeke, he has this natural ability to believably embody his other persona and if Joseph is anything like him, we'll get along just fine." ________________ _________________________________________________ Malik Harvey "Very easy to see the natural talent he harbors and the harder worker that lives in him. There's a lot of admiration there, especially for someone who positions himself in life specifically to help others grow and it's a sentiment I hold strongly to. When the time allows, I intend to sit down with him." ________________ _________________________________________________ Nordrin Yasmar "I have to admit that the food at High Steaks is absolutely amazing. Can't recommend it enough. And yeah, he can be abrasive but sometimes you just have to let people be. The thing about him is, like Henrietta, attitude often reflects leadership. There's a reason he's good at his craft." ________________ _________________________________________________ Cherry _ _ "Hmm?" ________________ _________________________________________________