LegionPothIX

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Digital Gangsters

At the flip of a switch what was once a dark room illuminated only by digital interfaces became slightly less hostile in the ambient illumination of Christmas lights. ℝoot wasn't the holiday cheer type but the ice-lights packed into fiber-optic diffusion tubes created a general ambient light with no source orbs to burn the eyes or casting glare on her electronics. The bus ride home had been an exhausting one, but also a cathartic one, as her long project had finally come to a close.

She too her thick black-framed glasses off and set them on the desk while dropping into an expensive office chair with lumbar support. With a flick of her mouse several monitors lit up to reveal what they always did: many many programs running in the background, and one in the foreground. ℝoot checked her VPN status, and augmented her bypasses, as well as checking in with a laundry list of hacks she had been running while out. It had become something of a ritual for her and she took this moment to check in with her friends.

10:46 ℝoot: I win.
10:47 Riemann: How the fuck did you do that?
10:47 ℝoot: You may as well ask the sun how it rises every morning, Rie-Rie, I'm just that good.
10:49 Riemann: No, I mean, I paired his phone and cloned is laptop. I monitored him on security cams and hacked his CCTV with a worm. You had literally no access point.
10:50 ℝoot: ...
10:51 ℝoot: How many calls did he answer?
10:52 Riemann: 136.
10:52 ℝoot: Not how many calls he picked up. How many calls did he answer?
11:00 Riemann: Just... the first one.

ℝoot leaned back in her chair and wondered if she had cheated her friend on their wager. There had been a rather large pool of people in her online community whom all had taken the challenge. While no one in her anon collective considered themselves heroes, they had all each agreed to take down a truly despicable target. The wager was on figuring out just how each person did theirs. Who ever succeeded in taking down their target without being caught by the other members of the community, or having their methods unraveled, was declared the winner. With only personal pride on the line, in a world of anonymity, there was little incentive but also no reason not to try.

11:28 Riemann: I concede.
11:28 Riemann tips his hat to the superior player.
11:30 Riemann: So... did you ever get your glasses fixed?

It was an uncomfortable subject. The glasses ℝoot had been wearing all day were placeholders. She still hadn't worked up the courage to mend her electro-electroencephalographic augmented reality display. Not after it tore her a new brain. She let the cursor blink on her screen as she tried to find some excuse.

11:37 ℝoot: I... I can't.
11:37 Riemann: You?
11:37 ℝoot: I'm scared okay?
11:38 Riemann:

11:40 ℝoot: I just haven't been myself since the last time I used them.
11:38 Riemann: I feel ya, sister, but you're not one to be beaten by this. We both know going to put them back on eventually. Might as well be sooner rather than later.

She was frustrated, and borderline angry and lashed out at the source of her pain. Grabbing the cheap plastic glasses off her desk she crumpled them in her hands and threw them at the wall. The scratch resistant lenses cut her hand as she did so and a few droplets of blood went with the frames as they smashed into the wall. She screamed in existential agony as the pain in her hand was a mere fraction of the pain in her heart.

"Shut the fuck up!" A mans voice yelled through the thin apartment walls while banging his fist on it.

She pinched the wound in her hand to stem the flow of blood, but let it bleed rather than bandage it. The body was designed, for the most part, to clean itself. Once the blood stopped she rinsed the wound and applied some antibiotic and a bandage. It took her a minute or two to get back to the computer because she really didn't want to admit the truth of the situation.

11:50 ℝoot: God dammit you're right. You're always right.
11:51 Riemann: I know. You wouldn't put up with me if I wasn't.
11:55 ℝoot: I think I'm ready, but... I'll need a bigger fish this time.
11:56 Riemann: At-a-girl.

With an alt tab, and couple lines of code, several news sites began streaming video in the apartment. The volume on her computer was low, as she didn't wish to disturb her irritable neighbor, and the stories were playing in the background as she got to work redesigning her digital glasses. She hadn't before paid much attention to super-freaks before she became one, but story after story featured on the news made her realize something.

12:17 ℝoot is attempting to share a file.
12:17 Riemann accepted the file.
12:17 Download complete.
12:18 Riemann: You have got to be kidding me.
12:19 ℝoot: I know it's no run-of-the-mill child sex-trafficking ring, but I think I'm up to the challenge.
12:20 Riemann: Are you sure that EEGARD didn't fry your brain? You're about to meddle in the affairs of supers.
12:20 ℝoot: Yes. I am.
12:21 Riemann: Awesome. How can I help?

The two went to work initiating a hack on ever news channel broadcast, on ever channel, and sent to every city. It was a blatant thing. But rather than hijack the feeds to play a video, which would be child's play, they did something a little more sophisticated: they hacked the subscripts. While news played without interruption the scrolling feed at the bottom of every screen read the same thing:

What do we do!?
You can sit tight and wait here.
The Shadow is going to pay a visit.

"Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?" ℝoot quoted at the screen while observing her handywork. "The Shadow knows!"

Pokémon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

Do we got a discord channel to discuss stuff in more real-time than OOC or PMs facilitate?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Do we got a discord channel to discuss stuff in more real-time than OOC or PMs facilitate?

No Turning Back - Into the Abyss

@Rawk NPCs: Lt. Rorq was sent along to spearhead the geological survey. Anyone doing earth-science type stuff is encouraged to use her.

@Sep I've decided to wait for the thing with the cryopods to blow over before introducing Aria Summers. I don't want what I want to do with that setting to mix up or interfere with what's actually going on in the setting.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hacked: A Deal with the Devil

The Present
A young woman sat perched in a window seat on the downtown No.9. She was unremarkable in every way and things that should stand out were all too easily dismissible. Her odd perched posture—with her feet up on the seat with her, touched into a defensive ball—could easily be explained away by the morning's chilly air. The same could be said about the hood of her hoodie being down over her face. As she leaned her head against the window it swayed gently with the morning commute occasionally causing her big thick black rimmed "hipster glasses" to tap against the glass. She had completely checked out and they did little to hide it. Explaining the expression was a cable that ran from her ears into the phone she clutched in her hands where an internet streaming app seemed to be running. The only thing that was even remotely remarkable, about this otherwise unremarkable girl, was the fact that she didn't seem to be going anywhere since she had already been on the bus for an hour and let every stop pass her by. This too could be explained by the state of her attire, and the fact that the phone was plugged into a charger on the bus. These were difficult times for everyone and it was human nature to want to stare, but also a unwritten rule of society not to. Little did anyone realize they couldn't even if they wanted to. ℝoot made sure of that.

In her favorite table-top it was called 'Obfuscation' but she doing nothing so involved as generating a perception filter. No. She simply dressed the part of a homeless woman, and simply didn't make an effort to correct others assumptions. It was true that she was somewhere else. Someone else. While she let her body drift through Lost Haven's public transit circuit her mind running a test through a different network.

She smiled all her hard work as it payed off. This one had proven a bit of a challenge. She of course knew exactly how she would have done it before awakening to her powers (with blackmail, extortion, after hacking the evidence of course), but needed to know the limits of her new 'systems'. This which meant she had to do it without any of her conventional tech, or tools of the trade, and it really was her crowning achievement thus far.

---

Two Weeks Ago
A sharp suit stepped out of an expensive car and walked into the front door of a large intercity home. He carefully set his brief-case down by the door and less-than-carefully tossed his keys on the end-table in the hall while calling out to his maid. He was a wealthy investment banker that had done very well for himself this quarter due to the gray areas in which his company of employ operated. He had just sealed the deal with a prestigious new client earlier that day or, at least, nearly had done so when he had found the requisite paperwork to do so was not anywhere to be found and the meeting was put off until tomorrow.

It was in this moment of contemplation that his phone rang. "Jackson," he spoke his name in introduction.

"Mr. Street. This is Mr. Smith. Our mutual acquaintance–" the voice on the other line began but was cut off.

"You have the wrong number. I'm Mr. Jackson," Mr. Jackson said.

As hung up the phone the voice on the other end simply said: "For now."

---

The Present
"One task," Mr. Street said to Mr. Smith as he tapped the gun to the side of his head. Mr. Jackson had long since been unraveled by this new role he was forced into. The frayed and frazzled mess of a man then pointed the gun at his companion. "That's what you said. Just one." The sound of sirens closing closer forced the question of what was real, and what was imagined. He violently thrust the gun again toward Mr. Smith as the duo stood on the sales floor at the firm in the dead of night. "If I'm going down then I'm taking you with me!" the former Mr. Jackson said as he closed the distance between the two of them and thrust the gun deep under Mr. Smith's jaw.

"Mr. Street," Mr. Smith said in response "We both know that the weed of crime bears bitter fruit."

"Stop saying that!" Mr. Street repeated over and over again as he pulled the trigger and nearly emptied his gun into Mr. Smith's soft tissue; hollowing out what was left of his skull one bullet at a time.

---

Ten Days Ago
Mr. Jackson's life had been spiraling wildly out of control ever since he had gotten that mysterious phone call. The deal with his prestigious client went to a competitor. That was the least of his concerns, however, as he was now suspended over it. No. Those were not the worst parts. The worst part is what came after that

Once again, for what must have been the seven hundredth time today, Mr. Jackson dropped the keys to a car he no longer owned on his table and they glowed. Whenever they were not in his possession they glowed. When he could not see them he could feel their radiating warmth. Such a thing was not possible as they were simple aluminum. He had already seen a number of specialists and none could find a source for this phenomenon, and each time he thought he could put it out of his mind his phone rang. When it did he could taste it. His phone didn't actually ring when he could taste it; he could just hear it ringing. He had long since put it on silent mode, and now felt it ringing, when it really rang just as it was doing now, and that sensation was never accompanied with taste.

"Mr. Street," Mr. Smith said as Mr. Jackson answered the phone. "I have a proposition for you. If you agree my organization make everything right in your life."

"And, if I don't?" Mr. Jackson responded.

"Please, Mr. Street. You're an intelligent man. I'm sure you'd rather use your imagination than ask me to use mine."

---

The Present
Mr. Street, when confronted by the sounds of sirens switching off outside turned his rage inward. This wasn't the man he was. He was a player. A man who cheats the system, and not a common place thug. It shouldn't have been possible for Mr. Smith to utter that last line with ten nine-mil slugs in his brain be did. "We have the building surrounded!" came from a megaphone from outside, quickly adding, "Release the hostages and come out with your hands up."

Hostages? As Mr. Jackson looked around the thin veneer cracked around the world he had been living it. He placed the barrel of his weapon in his mouth. "The Shadow knows..."

"The Shadow knows," the young woman on the bus muttered again—under her breath, and after the fact—as somewhere across town a gun was turned on its owner, and three shots filled the quiet morning air.

---

Eight Days Ago
The place was a total dive. Somewhere neither suited up men would ever expect to be found let alone find themselves. Mr. Smith sat across from Mr. Jackson. "Two hundred seventy million," Mr. Smith repeated, "Let's face it: the window on this deal is closing quickly. That little drug deal that went down in your company's mail room has opened up all manner of investigations, any which of will take you down." Mr. Smith slid an envelope across the table to Mr. Jackson. "One task, and when you're done, Mr. Street will be sitting on a beach sipping mojitos in the non-extraditable country of his choosing."

Mr. Jackson looked into the folder to see one prophecy come true: it contained his likeness on some fake IDs for one Mr. Street. "You set me up?"

"Yes," Mr. Smith said plainly. "I also know the cause for your synesthesia. You should know, being in the business we're in, that inside information is worth a premium."

Mr. Jackson thought long and hard about the situation he was in with the cops, and the street breathing down his neck. He had also been riding a desk waiting for his employers to come up with grounds for termination that he couldn't contest in court. "I'll do it." Mr. Jackson said.

---

The Present
The glazed expression slowly left ℝoot's face as she checked her phone. There was breaking news filtering in complete with witness testimony.

"I just don't get it," said one witness whom a camera was shakily pointed at as the cameraman steadied himself for the long list of interviews to come. "Jackson came in for work like any other day but walked right past me. He ignored everyone and just sat down at his computer like he didn't even see us." There was a hard cut to another coworoker, a smartly dressed woman, "Yeah, and in front of everyone he just starts emptying the corporate accounts." Another heavier set co-worker questioned continued the story in one-on-one interview form, in its exact events but with his own take on them. "He was talkin' like someone was there. Talkin' 'bout how The Shadow knows." Co-worker after co-worker relayed their own take on that line before the juicy bits were focused. "Then Jackson just pulls this gun and waves it around. Fires ten shots into the computer before..."

---

Four days ago
Everything was wrong. The money was gone. No one had seen Mr. Smith. His symptoms were getting worse as the whole world made no sense to his senses. There was no money. Well, there was, but he didn't get any of it. He needed to get a hold of Mr. Smith. To confront him. He scrolled through his phone failing to find any trace of the numerous calls they had made back and forth. Every trace of Mr. Smith was gone but they had one last scheduled meeting before the hack. He had to hold out until the very last minute. He had time to decide, and decide he did. He would need a gun to get the answers he needed. He needed to get his money and get out. Back to his investments. To get his life back to normal.

---

The Present

ℝoot closed her phone and slid it into the front pocket of her hoodie. It was done. Mr. Smith had been the most complicated projection she had ever constructed and, had she not paired her phone to his earlier, she would have had no link by which push the telepathic interactions into Mr. Jackson's mind. The synestesia was an important first step. Convincing the man that his sense couldn't be trusted was of paramount importance, and a simple task by which to stretch her super-powered self. That's because it would have been impossible to life-spoof a complete human being, but much simpler to spoof a "mental video" of their interactions and trigger the memory in real time.

The grim smile faded from her face as she gave consideration to what the police would find when they investigated further: the same thing she found that made her target the man in the first place. It was one thing to skim money from the cartel's pocket lawyers. It was another entirely to use that money to engage in human trafficking. While she did swear to limit her digital interactions with Mr. Jackson, she had no qualms about turning over his entire network to the Malaysian authorities and Interpol. After all, the sex slave business was bad enough without the involvement of children.

ℝoot liked to imagine there was still some honor among thieves. That, if the cartel knew, then they would have delivered a similar fate upon the man.

Pokémon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

Orre Region:

Pokemon HQ Lab - Laboratory Wing 1

A small child no more than ten years of age sat restlessly with a large ditto hoisted up in both arms. It was about her size and it drooped like an overstuffed, and over-sized carnival prize that she had been squeezing a little too tightly.

"Are you sure we're meant to have this?" Professor Krane asked the child, "I know your father was a friend to this institution but this is a bit unexpected." He turned over the brand new Trainer's Gauntlet in his hand as to inspect it. It had only the standard applications, and had not yet been registered to the trainer whom provided it. As the professor browsed the app marketplace his assistant Lily spoke up.

"I think you're confused, professor." The doctoral assistant in the double-breasted labcoat colored for her namesake interrupted the Professor's inspection of the Trainer's Gauntlet by producing her Pokemon Lens. "Professor Ro worked on the integrating the Crown into the Lens, and did so in this very building," she said while tapping the face-plate of the device with her long manicured nails before continuing, "I think his daughter would rather have one of these, than one of those." Lily turned to the child and offered her a reassuring smile while the ditto oozed onto the ground. "After all, she's come a very long way to get one. Isn't that right, Sarah?"

Sarah was obviously uncomfortable as she too slid out of the chair, and into the pile of pokemon that was her dad's ditto. Talking about her father often made her feel that way because everyone seemed to know him except for her. She only nodded as the befuddled professor turned from her to his assistant, who dropped her own Lens back into her purse as casually as if it were a compact or lip-gloss.

"We don't have a Crown," he said before he realized what both women meant. He awkwardly laughed and corrected himself as Lily rolled her eyes. "Oh! Right! The Lens. For new trainers!" He patted the Trainer's Gauntlet and thoughtfully turned to Sara before adding: "You're a new trainer now, aren't you Sarah?"

Now that he was addressing her directly the child rose to attention and nodded. "Yep!" she exclaimed, "I'm a woman now!"

"My, my my," Lily chuckled, while resting her fingers against her cheek with one hand, and her elbow in the other. "Ten years old and already a woman?" She turned to the professor, who was rooting around in his desk, and she cooed: "Isn't that precious? They grow up so fast." To which the professor responded while producing a spare Pokemon Lens, "You've got a couple of your own, don't you Lily?" The professor's assistant swiped the Lens and checked its operating system for the latest updates. "One, and three," she said in reference to their age as her face lit up first with excitement, then with embarrassment, "and that hardly has anything to do with anything!"

The immodest implication of the assistant's age soared over Sarah's head, as she patiently awaited her first poke-tool. A poke-tool that really was her own and not her mother's or father's tools they let her occasionally play with. "It should be a simple task to clone the Hoenn apps onto this for you," the professor spoke to Sarah directly, before taking the Lens back from Lily, then placed it into a machine with the Gauntlet. It made the appropriate science-y lights and noises before he took it out again and presented it to Sarah. "I see you already have a pokemon," the Professor added, "So why don't you try scanning it, and then we'll test your lens with a battle?"

The child nodded and nudged her ditto with her shoes which prompted it to 'stand' up. After scanning the Pokemon Lens created a true-to-life 3D miniature recreation of the ditto and spouted off some facts regarding it:

"Capable of copying an opponent's genetic code, it can freely recombine its own cellular structure into other life-forms to instantly transform itself into a duplicate of the enemy. Ditto rearranges its cell structure to transform itself into other shapes. However, if it tries to transform itself into something by relying on its memory, this Pokémon manages to get details wrong."

Upon hearing the correct regional information being provided regarding the ditto, Lilly reached into her purse to produce a pokeball and her own Lens. She swiped the ball across the convext portion of the Lens and tossed it on the ground. "Alright, Sarah, are you ready? Because here we come!" Sarah's own Pokemon Lens spoke up, announcing: "Professorial Assistant Lily would like to battle!" as a Blissey exploded from the pokeball, which triggered Ditto's impostor ability. And, again, the Pokemon Lens recited the pokedex information:

"Blissey has a very compassionate nature. If it sees a sick Pokémon, it will nurse the sufferer back to health. It senses sadness with its fluffy coat of fur. If it does so, this Pokémon will rush over to the sad person, however far they may be, to share an egg of happiness that brings a smile to any face. Anyone who takes even one bite of Blissey's egg becomes unfailingly caring and pleasant to everyone."

The pokemon's true-to-life 3D representation was again displayed centered in the air above the convex Lens' center but also had a list of moves inscribed in 2D on the surface of the lens itself that the transformed Ditto had copied from the Blissey. "Everything seems to be in order," Lily noted as she compared her own Lens, "Shall we continue?" she asked Sarah before addressing her pokemon specifically: "Use Double Slap."

"Substitution!" Sarah shouted but her pokemon would not obey and instead used Me First. For the next few minutes the two pokemon proceeded to double slap each other all over the lab, as they crashed into computers, desks, and other equipment. Both of the actual adults laughed as Sarah tried to wrangle her pokemon into obedience.

"I," Lily was still laughing as she recalled her pokemon, "I think that's enough."

"Never forget," the professor began after drying his eyes, "Just because you're officially a trainer now, doesn't mean pokemon will just do what you tell them." Professor Krane bent down as to meet Sarah with eye contact on her level. "Quite the opposite in-fact. he said while giving her an encouraging noogie. "Your pokemon may always look to you for guidance, but only after you have proven yourself to be trusted with that leadership. Now that you're a trainer you must earn their respect as an equal, no matter how much they may have respected you as a person before."

Though she did not fully understand, Sarah nodded trusting that she would one day, before leaving the lab to return home to Hoenn.

Pokémon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

Been reading to get caught up but I have no idea where I fit in this story, or if I should even try to get incorporated into already ongoing events.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Dedonus Okie-Dokie, I added it, but don't really have time tonight to make an introductory post yet.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

This character has been retired.

Pokémon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

Vital Statistics:

• Player Name: LegionPothIX
• Character Name: Sarah Ro
• Character Age: 10
• Character Gender: F
• Nationality: Hoenn
• Team:
  • Ditto
  • Zigzagoon
  • Oddish
• Reserve:
  • Unhatched Egg

Reference Description:

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Background:
Raised in a single parrent household Sarah never knew her father, nor did her mother talk about him very often. She learned that he was once a well-respected pokeresearcher, and she was a trainer in a Psychic Gym, but that was a life-time ago, as the mother she knew had been a spiritualist for as long as she could remember. Though dad was never around, his pokemon was, and Sarah grew up with the ditto that remained from his research. It was, as her mother often told her, to be her first pokemon when she came of age. With her faitfhul ditto named Squishy in her possession, she set out to meet the local professor to recieve her pokedex, and begin her journey from her family home tucked away in the woods north of Oldale Town.

As it so often goes in every universe people surround themselves with things (or other people) with which or whom they share a special bond. Something in each reflects a part of the self, and the nature of the relationship Sarah has with her pokemon is no different.

Extended Background: Team Origins

• Ditto

  Nickname: Squishy
  Type: Normal
  Gender: ---
  Nature: Lax
  Ability: Impostor
  Item: Elixir
  Ball Type: Premier
  
  
  
  Before even acquiring her pokedex Sarah's mother transfered the ditto left by her father into a the premire ball that came free with the ten pokeballs bought for her 10th birthday. Though old, this pokemon was largely used for research and breeding purposes, and has not yet lived the high-intensity battle life of a trainer's first-choice pokemon. Being the older of the two, and more tested in battle (if only by a little) than its master, Sarah often fines herself having a difficult time controling or motivating Squishy to act in the manner in which she diesres. As a result Sarah was forced to catch a few more local pokemon to ensure her safety while traveling to the Professor's home.
  
  Personality Trait: Adaptability
  As a young, fresh adventurer, Sarah's mind is still malleable and easily molded. She adapts quickly to new situations based off of her previous experience in other situations. Unfortunately she doesn't have a lot of experience (yet) to draw from.
  
  Move Set:
  Transform (separate from Imposter), Copycat, Me First, Substitution
• Zigzagoon

  Nickname: Ziggy
  Gender: Male
  Type: Normal
  Nature: Adamant
  Ability: Pickup
  Item: ---
  Ball Type: Normal
  
  
  
  Being the first pokemon caught by a trainer is the silver lining of the cloud that is 'being a pokemon caught by a trainer', and its a badge of honor that this Zigzagoon wears well. Among the gifts of affection it has brought into Sarah's life was a gold nugget which resulted in a rocky start of their relationship when Sarah traded it for supplies. Taken as a sign of disrespect the two haven't really seen eye-to-eye in the few days that followed.
  
  Personality Trait: freedom
  Zigzagoon's purpose is to use its special abilities to collect and provide for Sarah on her adventure. The pokemon equivalent to raccoons—the real world's trash-bandits—Zigzagoon and Sarah share a desire to play by their own rules, and general disregard for (learned) social customs.
  
  Move set:
  Tackle, Sand-Attack, Quick Attack [Normal], Oder Sleuth, Covet, and Rest.
  
  Later Moves:
  Tackle leads to Headbutt, and Take-Down.
  Quick Attack leads to Extreme Speed, and Swift.
  Oder Sleuth leads to Lock-On, and Block.
  Covet leads to Bestow, Fling, and Payday.
• Oddish

  Nickname: Sweet-Pea
  Gender: Female
  Type: Grass / Poison
  Nature: Modest
  Ability: Run Away (Becomes Stench on first evolution, and Healer on second)
  Item: Big Root
  Ball Type: Normal
  
  
  
  The first pokemon that Sarah caught whom doesn't give her a load of greif Sweet-Pea is, as her name suggests, a very caring oddish. She was captured with a net ball purchased with the money that Zigzagoon's nugget sold for, and as a consequence has become Ziggy's arch-nemesis. When the two are out of their balls, but not in battle, they find themselves fighting each other.
  
  Personality Trait: Caring
  Sweet and mild tempered Sarah genuinely cares about everyone around her until they give her a reason not to.
  
  Earl Moves:
  Absorb, Sweet Scent, Poison Gas [Poison], Leech Seed [Grass move], Magic Leaf
  
  Later Moves:
  Sweet Scent leads to Aromatherapy, and Sunny Day (with combined prerequisite Petal Dance)
  Magic Leaf leads to both Petal Dance (on move list) and Razor Leaf.
  Absorb leads to Mega Drain, which leads to Giga Drain
  Leach Seed leads to Spore (rather than Sleep/Stun/Poison Spores) and Sun/Moonlight (with combined prerequisite: Mega Drain)
  Solar Beam (a move on the move-set of previous gen [she'll evolve to Bellosom]) is the culmination of all her grass moves and will be her ultimate technique.
  Grass types evolve quickly and typically see the fastest progression of moves, which leads them to have a lot of (similar) moves, and move prerequisites in their progression.
  Poison Gas may lead to Acid, and possibly Acid Spray & Acid Armor.
• Unhactched Egg

  Nickname: ---
  Gender: Female
  Type: Ghost
  Nature: ---
  Ability: ---
  Item: ---
  Ball Type: ---
  
  
  
  Upon completing her initial journey to acquire a pokedex, Sarah returned home to find a mysterious egg in her home in her mother's place. The note read: "Congratulations Darling, you're now a woman! I found this egg at a local shrine and believe it to be a sign. As you begin your journey I too will renew my own, and go on a pilgrimage. I trust it will be safe in you're care. I love you, honey, and wish you all the best. xoxo, Mom."
  
  Though Sarah has only recently received the egg, and has no idea about what may hatch from it. It contains a Misdreavus.
  
  Personality Trait: Belonging
  When Misdreavus hatches it will remind her of her mom, and her place in the world. Belonging is an indirect thing, and as a reminder of her mom (who was also indirect), Sarah will nurture that indirectness.
  
  Egg Moves:
  Curse, Ominous Wind, Sucker Punch, Nasty Plot
  
  Early Moves:
  Spite, Astonish, Confusion Ray, Mean Look,
  
  Later Moves:
  Astonish leads to Shadow ball, Curse leads to Perish Song, Spite leads to Payback, Grudge, and Imprison.

Optional Background: Trainer Traits

• Strengths

  • Bloodline
  • Exuberant Child
  • Gym-Trainer's Daughter

  
  
  Bloodline:
  The daughter of a psychic trainer, Sarah has a minor gift for telekinisis and can lift small objects like pokeballs with her mind. This ability does not have any practical purpose in combat however, but it has given her an affinity for psychic, ghost, and dark type pokemon whom she naturally gets along with.
  
  Exuberant Child
  A fresh faced trainer has come of age and squired her first pokemon, and pokedex. As are all children of her age, Sarah is a bundle of energy, will eat anything, and is generally an optimistic person. This is a personality trait often appreciated by normal and fairy type pokemon.
  
  Gym-Trainer's Daughter
  Even without a pokedex Sarah has had the fundamentals of their society's technology explained to her over time. She understands many of the things other kids her age may have to have explained to her.
• Weaknesses

  • Childish
  • Cursed/Unfortunate
  • Dual-Nature

  
  
  Childish:
  Let's face it: she's 10. So, while there is quite a bit about pokemon she may understand, there is a lot about regular every-day stuff she doesn't. Sometimes this manifests as being oblivious to certain subject matters, while at other times, she may be oblivious to some obvious social custom.
  
  Cursed/Unfortunate:
  A trait also inherited from her mother, Sarah has a long streak of unlucky coincidences aligning against her, and is often found to be quite clumsy. Pokemon or trainers with an ability to read other pokemon, can read Sarah for free while reading her pokemon. This may result in their gaining a battle advantage over Sarah.
  
  Dual-Nature:
  From one mystical parent, and one science-focused parent, to the psychic-spiritualist mother, and dead father, there's just something about Sarah that makes it difficult for her to befriend single-typed pokemon.