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Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis Reboot

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Wait..... what?

Whhhhhaaaaaaaat?

Why is Avery being turned into a NPC? This is incredibly sudden.

@XxFellsingxX

I want to say that the fakeout was completely planned, but that's not the case. Truth be told, I had a blast writing him in the original, but I just can't seem to get back into the character, which really, REALLY stinks. I thought about it a bit and decided to NPC him rather than go with my original plan, which would have been killing him off incredibly early (likely before the first gym.)

Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis Reboot

Right, sorry about the delay on me post. I've been trying to write it since Saturday, but well, I'm easily distracted. Anyway it's up. Apologies if the last part seems in anyway rushed out bare, but I kind of ran out of time and didn't want to delay it anymore. I may flesh it out a bit after work.

Also, I've added a section in the charrie tab that will hold more in depth profiles for the various NPCs. This should hopefully help Rune in keeping the major info post nice and tidy. You can expect to see that post holding just brief summaries of the npcs currently involved in the scene/act/what have you.

Should you have any npcs that you would like to add, please send me a pm with at least their name, gender, and a brief description of the character. If you want to flesh them out, feel free to use the character sheet as you would with a PC.

They don't have to relate to your character at all, we're just trying to add a bit more life to the world. Random trainers, townspeople, sailors, really feel free to follow your heart here.

And to clear up my last post, Avery is in fact a NPC. He will not be joining the party on this adventure. He has been moved to the NPC section and Sophia's bio is in that slot now.

I despise typing these out on a phone.

Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis Reboot

People of Interest

Current People You May Want to Know!

Cities

New Bark Town

Professor Elm

Johto's resident Pokemon professor. A kindly old man who loves Pokemon.

Alfred Elm

Professor Elm's timid but organised young assistant. He wants nothing more than to be a Pokemon professor when he grows up, just like his granddad… who also happens to be his boss.

Avery Garfield XXVIII

Name:

Avery Victor Garfield XXVIII

Age:

20

Gender:

Male

Appearance:


What you see is what you get. Avery’s a rather tall guy, standing just shy of six foot nine and is of a very lanky build. A shaggy reddish-brown sea engulfs the guy’s head, occasionally blocking the sight of his calm blue eyes. But it’s not really bothering anything. Live and let live. Besides, he likes feel of his hair on his face. It tickles.

So Avery’s not too much of a stickler on what he wears. He wears a deep cut bluish tee-shirt, with a dark gray zip up hoodie. When it’s warm, sleeves rolled up. When it’s cold, sleeves go down. Keep it simple, stupid. Pale brown pants and a pair of simple black running shoes complete a standard Garfield get-up.

Personality:

Poor Avery. He tries. Bless his little heart, does he try. But somewhere along the way, the boy got viciously beat with the clumsy club. Maybe he’s just not fully comfortable in his giant body, but it translates to his personality. Avery constantly gets tangled up. Physically, mentally, emotionally, so on and so forth. Perpetually in a pickle, but the boy never gives up. The world might be conspiring against him, but he’s never gonna let it get him down. A bona fide optimist if there ever was one. And ironically, confident. Things will always work out, somehow. And they do. For every time Avery whacks his head against a low doorway or ceiling fan, there’s two more times where he’ll sneeze just in time to avoid being hit in the head with a ball, or find money in his pockets despite being flat broke. Something might be against him, but the universe has his back.

But if there’s one thing he’s not, it’s a coward. Avery IS Bravery. Literally, you cannot spell Bravery without ‘avery’. Whether he’s just incredibly stupid, or...well, no that’s probably it, but the lad is always ready to embark into the unknown. All for the sake of knowledge. The boy is curious of just about everything. If something bad happens, well, he’ll deal with it then. Try and try again, or so they say. Things will always work out, somehow.

As far as interaction with people go, Avery’s always up for a chat. Never high-strung, very rarely angry, an accurately described as scatterbrained, he makes for a rather laid-back guy. Maybe too laid-back. Not one for cruel words either, this one. If you don’t have anything nice to say… Oh well. Things will always work out, somehow.

History:

It’s odd, really. The sleepy little town of New Bark’s gotten pretty popular ever since the Professor Elm guy moved in. Then again, a renowned pokemon professor is bound to bring some attention. Throw in the whole license thing and it only makes sense. The Pokemon License. Or whatever it’s called. Avery never really had any interest in it, really. That’s not why he was in New Bark. He was just born into it.

Born late, that is. His parents were getting up there. How he even came to be is a miracle. His mother SHOULDN’T have been able to have a kid. But she did.

Garfields 1, Nature 0.

His father was a sailor, though he retired shortly after Grant was born. Mom...well, she doesn’t talk much about what she did.

But enough about THOSE Garfields. Ours is much younger. And much less...err...certain about life. Enter Avery. A boy with a carefree life, content with spending his days napping under a tree, or fishing in the lake by the town, or napping by his fishing pole by the lake by the town.

In fact, he might even still be doing that to this day were it not for little Gwen. Little Gwen who decided she wanted to take on the Pokemon League Challenge. Avery liked Pokemon, but he never pursued anything after going to the academy. Gwen, however, was gung ho about going on the quest. The Garfields were hesitant about letting Gwen go alone, though, and thus poor Avery got roped into joining her. It’d be good for him, they said. It’d help him learn about the world. Maybe even convince him to do something with his life.

And thus the lucky lazeabout was forced into the journey of a lifetime.

Quirks/Habits/Other:
-Disgustingly Optimistic
-Disturbingly Brave
-Dis...he’s curious. I ran out of D-adjectives.
-Avery’s a tornado. Where there is order, the angel of chaos is sent down from above to disrupt it. Wherever the lad goes, a trail of disorganization follows. *Ahem* He’s got no organizational skills. Don’t gaze into his pack. Something might gaze back at you.
-Tragically terrible at cooking. But the food ends up LOOKING good. Just uh, don’t taste it. Ever.
-Content with sleeping just about anywhere.
-Lucky.
-Surprising adept at fishing.
-Easily lost. Easily losing things. Basically, don’t let him ANYWHERE NEAR THE DAMN MAP.
-Often gets lost in thoughts or in a book.
-Carries around a small notepad, in which he frequently jots new and interesting facts. SURPRISINGLY neat handwriting and actually legible.
-Oblivious to all but the most obvious social cues.

Inventory:
*Pokeballs x5
*Notepads x1
*Misc. Pencils/Pens x12
*Pokegear with Map/Phone/Radio x1
*Set of Spare Clothes x3
*Extra-large heavy-duty brown backpack with sleep roll buckled to the top x1
*Repair Kit for Gwen’s Prosthetic Leg
*Running Blade

Pokemon: Zilch. Please insert Pokemon here.

-moop-

Theme:



TL;DR:
Lucky loveable loser with a heart of gold. Loyal big brother and guardian.

His color is Orange because he doesn’t like oranges.

Cherrygrove City

A True Yandere

Name: Ciel Duperie

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Tall, pale, and certainly very damn handsome, Ciel Duperie is seen by most as a flawless being among such paltry paupers surrounding him. Standing pridefully at six feet, he stands as quite a tall boy being able to look over the masses. His eyes are a piercing red color which often makes the ladies swoon and a lax smile which melts myriads of hearts around him. Along with that, he sports blonde hair which is groomed and never standing out. Other than that, he stands with a dignified posture, ready for the peasants to grovel at his feet.

Aside from his handsome face, the boy knows how to dress sharply, as he follows all the latest trends in Kalos to keep him looking stylish as always. After all, he needs something to distinguish him from the rabble, starting off with a sleek black jacket. It looks professionally hand crafted, with not a limp string or ripped seam making him appear mature and alluring; it's also comfy and useful to travel in. Next is his pure white shirt with a beautiful design around the collar. He also wears some nice black gloves as he can't afford to get his hands dirty. Finally, he always wears black pants, with shiny black shoes which look almost hand polished every day.

Personality:

"Mademoiselle.~"

Charming, attractive, and witty, Ciel has the cliche properties in a man that every woman seems to want. The boy treats everyone with respect, and keeps an award winning smile on his face as he wishes to keep everyone on his good side. He does, however, expect praise for him just being him as he is very haughty and sees himself as the next great thing in... well, just about anything.

Even with these traits, this rich child is nothing more than manipulative, spoiled brat. His friendly demeanor is to get them on his good side so he can abuse their bond to his advantage. Any way to make a person tick, this arrogant, condescending prick will bend the person until they are, broken and are of no use to him. He will then make sure that they appropriately, erm, "discarded of." Ciel has amassed different ways to dispose of a person, whether it be through no association to lesser, inhumane ways if they persist in trying to blame him. Efficient and cruel are two ways to perfectly describe him once you manage to delve under the mask. Persuasion will not work on him... unless it is by Cerise of course...

It reaches rather frightening degrees once one discovers his inner secrets. He stalks Cerise constantly, usually out of sight while admiring her from a distance. He can become sickly jealous if another person has a crush on her as he will go to such exasperated lengths to defile and crush their dreams before kicking it to the curb. He will not let anything get in between him and her. No purple haired bastards, no vile gang members, and certainly not a gang of trainers. She is his to him, no matter what.

~Optional~

Short Bio:

Born to a fairly affluent family, Ciel was the only child and heir to the Duperie fortune. Funny enough, he was the son of a very well known and kind politician in the region, his mom being, surprise surprise, a chef of a well renowned restaurant in Lumiouse. Why they married each other due to the supposed different class standings? They were one of the few couples who actually loved each other for who they were. Even though they were kind, they struggled to raise their child and resorted to maids when they were not around. Though they did manage to take care of him, he had a hard time maintaining a moral high ground.

Even so, he learned quickly on how to charm people and get into their good standings... before wedging a figurative knife between their spine if they dared question him. He grew up with everything he (kind of) wanted; a group of "friends" willing to back him up, a rich and powerful family, and a, erm, "diverse" set of skills to help him out. What more could he stereotypically need at this point?

Early on when hanging out with his friends, he always spied a beautiful maiden with red hair that he honestly never heard of or saw before. He inquired about who she was, to which they replied in a surprised manner, before teasing him. One of the boys eventually decided to bestow the knowledge onto him - the girl was known as Cerise Fontaine... to which Ciel recalled that her father assisted his father in a few... business endeavors to further his political career.

Ciel admired the girl from a distance, but never mustered up any courage to talk to her, period... he kept watching her astounding beauty... and removing any possible rivals to her b y a n y m e a n s n e c e s a r y .

With the exception of one lucky bitch who grew close to her... so close that tearing that girls head off would break her heart, and he couldn't afford that.

After all, he did have appearances to keep.

Even with his stalking and murderous tendencies, he kept his cool nature around his friends. He even begged his father to get pokemon for him, despite being in school. His family did let him have the pokemon under the custody of his father. The boy was given the big spiel about how pokemon were a big responsibility and should only be allowed to wander the premises and never go outside until he came of age... which he immediately disobeyed. The boy began showcasing his pokemon, all while building up their pride and their affection for him... all to impress Cerise... which failed regardless. He still looked after his pokemon and cared for them... after all, they were of some use to him.

... the years past on as she began her rise to a sort of one shot fame, but he still kept falling for her... killing for her...

" A n y t h i n g f o r C e r i s e . . . T h a t p u r p l e h a i r e d w h o r e c a n l i v e . . . f o r n o w . . . e v e n t u a l l y , C e r i s e w i l l h a v e o n l y e y e s f o r m e , a n d t h e n . . . I ' l l p e r s o n a l l y d y e t h a t o t h e r g i r l s p u r p l e h a i r a n i c e s h a d e o f r e d . . . "

Eventually, after one year of graduating from his preppy trainer school, he finally mustered up the courage to try and talk to her... only to discover she had headed to the country side in Johto to see an old friend. Disgusted that she and her friend (who he found out was called Abigail) were among hicks and mostly lesser beings that looked like humans, he opted in his elegance and grace to follow her... alone.

Most of his friends regarded him as a bad ass romantic, while females swooned with jealousy. That poor lucky girl...

She was going to have... a v e r y b a d t i m e.

"No one will ever get between us after this m y l o v e . . . "

" I ' l l m a k e s u r e o f i t . . . "

" M a d e m o i s e l l e . ~ "

Pokemon:

Male - Zorua

Female - Roselia

Violet City

Azalea Town

Goldenrod City

David Mexatus

A charismatic businessman who loves Pokemon. Currently is said to be researching why the Pokemon have suddenly gone feral.

Sidney Garland

Name:
Sidney Garland

Age:
20

Gender:
Female

Appearance:


Personality:
Sidney, well, to put bluntly...well, some would call her a mischievous little rascal who always stick her nose where it doesn't belong. She spends most of her free time looking for the next big story that would probably get her 'famous'. After all, its her dream to be a top investigative journalist/news reporter/best selling novelist.

Her personality hasn't changed much over the years, though she has learned a bit of self restraint since graduating trainer school - Albeit not much.

History: Unova born and raised, Sidney has always been one for adventure and trouble, even as a little kid. Getting into trouble was practically what she was known for in her home town of Castelia. Once, for christmas she got a camera as a present, and she started taking it everywhere with her. During trainer shcool, she'd always take it around with her and get embarrassing photos of her classmates and publish them in the schools newspaper.

After graduating, she landed a job as a reporter and newscaster in Johto. It was for a small station that was currently in trouble of losing a lot of its viewers to a more popular station. She's only been working there a few months, but she's already gained quite a bit of a following in the region - and helped the station recover, at least a little bit.

Not long after, during one of her 'excursions' she ran across a Sableye who was causing a bit of mischief when she was visiting Cerulean city, disproving the 'Sandwich Stealing Ghost' as a legitimate ghost, and becoming quite good friends with the little guy in the process.

Pokemon:

Sableye
Name:
Ruby

Gender:
Female

Lvl: 26
-Shadow Sneak
-Fake Out
-Detect
-Sucker Punch

Alicia Jackson

Name:
Alicia Jackson

Age:
25

Gender:
Female

Appearance:


Personality:
Somewhat serious, Alicia is a very by the books person. She is very orderly and does things in a neat, and orderly fashion. Or at least, she tries to. Ever since Sidney started working with her, she's had a very difficult time keeping the red-head on track during their news program. She has to hand it to her though, instead of being all matter of fact and to the point...people seem to enjoy Sidney's antics, so she goes along with it for the most part.

She can't help but be a bit jealous of the red-head, though she mostly tries to ignore it.

She's by no means a very adventurous person, mostly because she finds pokemon terrifying - especially 'Ruby' or Sidney's 'Cutest little gem eating sneaky ghost thing in the world.' as she calls her. The little guy often sneaks into the set by hiding inside of Sid's hoodie. Dark types, she can handle well enough. But a ghost and dark type? NOPE NOPE NOPE.

Oddly enough, she finds spiders and spider pokemon oddly adorable.

Also has a bit of a temper when pushed a bit too far.

History:

Alicia was born in Johto, and had a fairly normal life growing up. In fact, her history is so mundane, its kind of astonishing. No tragedies, moving away, or even any sort of major conflicts with her friends. Her life, was utterly normal as far as some goes. She went to school, had friends, graduated with decent enough grades - and majored in journalism and eventually got hired at a fairly well known station, whose recent lead reporter quit and went to work for a rival network.

She did her best, but she just wasn't as good as their last guy, but the company couldn't afford to higher anyone else - at least not a well known one that was good.

So they took their chances on adding another co-host, a fiery redhead from Unova that had a glowing recommendation from her school, and even a popular station in Unova she interned at.

She was skeptical at first, even somewhat amazed that such a ridiculous girl who acted like she still hadn't grown out of being a teenager could possibly ever be a good reporter. Well, if the ratings were anything to go by, she wasn't just good, she was great. For the first few weeks, they had a rather strained relationship.

At least, that was until Sidney saved her job.

Since then, the two have been fairly good friends, in the office and out of it. Though, Sid often drags her into trouble sometimes.

Ecruteak City

Olivine City

Cianwood City

Mahogany Town

Blackthorn City

Ashton Blanc

Name: Ashton Blanc

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Standing defiantly at five foot nine, Ashton is the epitome of confidence... or was that pride? Regardless, Ashton is very pale in comparison to other people like his sister who has a tanner complexion. While being of a lanky build, he does have an imposing smile which can be used to intimidate opponents as he glares at them with piercing red eyes. His posture (and him) literally scream "Never gonna back down!"

Despite his hair growing long and wilder, Ashton refuses to cut it as he likes the style. Pony tailing and taming his wild jet mane will cause him discomfort and will pique him to no end. On top of that, he is always seen with his two signature items - a pokeball necklace and a sleek black jacket. Along with that he sports a beige shirt and gray pants with red tinges here and there. Finally there comes his running shoes which are unsurprisingly black and red.

Personality:

"Champion? Why, you are already looking at the next one!"

Cocky and ambitious, Ashton sees himself as the next big thing in pokemon battling... even though he is mediocre at it. His brash and overly confident attitude stretches to him being more or less condescending against other trainers, much to his sisters chagrin. When around people who aren't in it for the battling portion, he subtly treats them as lesser to him while portraying himself as a heroic being. This ends with him telling them to let him handle it before failing miserably at the task. Also tries to impress ladies, but has less than satisfactory results...

Losing just at anything isn't something he believes, rather he blames his downfalls on other trainers quite abruptly when things don't go his way. These can resort to insults about how the trainer cheated and undermined the battle, or just calling them plain lucky. Along with that, if he does win, he will act more so like an arrogant jerk who berates the trainer for being a horrible person. This leads to him calling the trainer pathetic before telling them to abandon pokemon battling.

Even with his flaws, he still shows a deep seated worry for pokemon. Rather then ever blaming them for a problem or himself, he will look for another liability within another person. Even with his troubling sentiment, Ashton does care for his pokemon and bonds with them quite easily. The only way to truly anger him is to show true contempt for pokemon, to which he will remorselessly berate the person until they refute their previous statement. Ashton also doesn't like Glenn to a certain degree since he spews toxic things about the creatures in his opinion.

~Optional~

Short Bio:

Ashton was originally born to two pokemon enthusiasts who professionally raised pokemon in their sanctuary. Being the youngest of the two children, he wasn't too different from his sister who was five years older than her since they were both rough, rowdy, and got along with the pokemon well. Most of their life spent was taking care of stray pokemon in Kanto, often taking in stray pokemon. The family of four usually nursed them back to health and letting them decide whether they would want to stay, leave, or be given away to a newbie trainer. Eventually the sanctuary for pokemon became a nightmare when he became seven years old as the pokemon grew surprisingly aggressive. The family was able to tame a few with a huge amount of difficulty, but in the end they ended up closing their doors to all pokemon, seldom letting one in.

Despite this, Ashton and his sister grew up around what pokemon remained while attending school. Ashton was not considered to be the best in battling and was teased by his peers for his poor battling skills. Even with said skills, his sister devoted her time to assisting him before she went off on her own journey with friends. From there on, his skills became stagnant. The battling abilities did not degrade, but he couldn't exactly prove himself to be an excellent battler. Even so, he boasted about how he was going to work his way to the top and become the champion.

For whatever reason it was, no one really knew why he wanted to do this. Whether he was sick of his skills or grew an inferiority complex, one thing was for certain - he was going to try to get the seat of the Champion.

Ashton eventually began his adventure with a couple of other kids, choosing a Poliwag as his partner. Problem is, his battling skills could easily be compared to his navigational skills... and he got lost...

...like, really, really lost.

He somehow managed to end up deviating from his group with another chick who looked like a goth and ended up in Johto. How he managed to do that is still a mystery, but he still began collecting badges from each city he found over the years... of course, he still gets lost in the mean time, but hey he is making progress!... sort of. Four badges in a year is good enough for him, right?

Pokemon:

Male - Poliwrath

Female - Mismagius

Male - Rhyhorn

Female - Mawile

Male - Volbeat

Mayu Ayaka

Name: Mayu Ayaka

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:


Standing at just five foot six, Mayu is what you would consider average in her height. Her skin is eerily pale which contrasts with her dark clothing, making her stand out like a sore thumb. Her blue eyes are rather dull to look at and are always half closed. She also sports and unhappy glare with a frown as she walks, slouching over as if she is trying to hide herself from the world. Along with that, she has dark black hair with some strands partially bleached out.

Mayu doesn't really hold a preference for what she dresses up in as she slaps on dark clothing without caring if it matches or not. What she currently has on is a peculiar looking dress with a skull in the center. It legitimately looks almost remnicent of a Halloween Costume despite being a proper dress with cyan frills. Along with that, she wraps a cyan belt around her dress to keep it from flying away. Along with that she wears dark daisy dukes with black and white socks. Finally comes her shoes which bolster her height to five foot eight while fitting in with the color scheme of the rest of her outfit.

Personality:

"... I... I could just really care less, ya know?"

Mayu was never the apathetic girl she was today, however felt pushed and pressured to the point where she decided to run away from who she originally was. Reborn, Mayu still is a rather intelligent girl, but averts speaking up too much. Despite traveling in a group, she opts to stay away from other members, and only interacts with her pokemon.

The girl can become annoyed at the most minuscule of things, but averts showing her annoyance aside from a twitching eye. When not given her way, a.k.a being left alone, she will burst in annoyance, telling them to back off in the rudest manner before stomping off to cool down. Other than that, don't expect her to be buddy buddy with her acquaintances any time soon. She is just forced to know them.

~Optional~

Short Bio:

Sugar, spice, and everything nice, the Ayaka family gave birth to a supposedly perfect baby girl in Unova. She was everything the family expected her to do - intelligent, beautiful, always walking around with a smile... with a smile... with a smile... She lived the life of a stereotypical popular girl who everyone knew at school, the girl that everyone wanted to be, despite living in a middle class household in Aspertia City. Even so, the girls perceived life with constant smiles and irritating faces even takes its toll on the girl behind closed doors.

Mayu was actually a very unmotivated girl who knew not where she was going and was often scolded and pushed by her parents to go to school. She eventually cracked under the family pressure and began putting up the facade, her silenced anger building up, ready to ruin Mayu. One day at home, her father and mother began bickering over her grades, how they weren't high enough, how she needed to strive to be better than this despite being one of the best.

Then, she exploded under the tyranny of her very own parents.

The girl wasn't seen at school for a couple of days and was reported "sick" by her parents. They weren't lying as the girls mental stability began to break as she was sick of the domestic abuse of her parents which she had to endure every single day. Eventually, someone in her neighborhood became suspicious of the screaming and sobbing they were hearing all night, and called up the authorities. They were shocked to find a batter almost to death, bruised girl being continuously taunted by her mentally unstable parents.

They were apprehended for their inconceivable act and the girl was sheltered by a nearby hospital who helped the girl recover. However, that month of abuse changed her. She cared less about the world each day, often questioning why it was worth it. Eventually when she was expected to be released, she attempted a failed suicide and was commissioned to stay in there for a few months.

Her aunt in Kanto was horrified that their niece was irrefutably broken like this and traveled to Unova to help care for her. The recovery was eventually successful and Mayu's aunt and uncle took custody over her.

Unlike her strict parents, they were lenient with her, and encouraged her to perform her best in school. She only did it for one sole reason - she tolerated them, but did not want her relatives in her life out of fear that she might end up beaten again.

Eventually, she graduated from her trainer school at the age of seventeen, not one of the top students though, but she ranked rather high. Eventually she and this kid got split from the group and they ended up going into Johto and running around...

... for one year.

Still, she didn't care and followed the boy around, wandering without a purpose, apathetically not caring if there was one.

Pokemon:

Female - Glaceon

Male - Meditite

Male - Golbat

Female - Seadra

Female - Raichu

Blake

Name: Blake Winterhawk
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance

Personality: At first glance, Blake often comes off as a serious, apathetic kind of guy, much resembling the type of gym he runs. However, a pleasant surprise awaits every trainer that talks to him after their battle. In actuality, he is very sociable and outgoing and doesn't hesitate to criticize young trainers, giving them advice about ways they can utilize to better train their Pokemon.

Blake is an overachiever. He always strives to be the best at everything he does, more so when it comes to breeding and training Pokemon. He will almost never turn down a battle and thrives in extreme environments and situations, mainly due to the experience he has gained from the regular wild excursions he went with his brothers when they were younger.

As for his family, although his father strongly disapproves of him being an Ice-type Pokemon trainer, Blake does not mind it that much. All the more, It gives him extra motivation to prove to his father that Ice-types are truly the best.

History: Blake's father, Joseph, served for 10 whole years as the Gym Leader of Blackthorn after the sudden disappearance of Clair, the gym leader before him. The current head of the Winterhawk Family, Former Gym leader of Blackthorn City Gym and one of the leading people when it comes to Dragon-types, Joseph Winterhawk was and still is, indeed, an accomplished man.

That, however, was not enough to make Blake a fan of Dragon-types for his interest had already been caught by another type, the Ice-type. His childhood, well, if there was one adjective to describe it, that would be adventurous. His two older brothers, James and Bracken were always there for him through good and bad times. When they were little, the three would venture together to the outskirts of the city. They would often sneak inside the Ice Path, exploring it for hours before their father came looking for them, worried that they might have lost their way inside the cave. Their luck didn't last for long though and one day, their fathers' worst fears came true.

The three brothers had gone on their usual little expedition inside Ice Path. Having explored most of the cave near the entrance, they decided to go a little deeper, figuring that if something went wrong, they could always return back by following their footsteps in the snow. Well, they were mistaken. Before they had left for the expedition, Joseph had warned them not to venture too deep inside Ice Path because the wild Steelix that made their home there had entered their breeding period and they were very aggressive towards anyone who they thought invaded their territory. The three brothers ignored their fathers' warning and went deeper and deeper inside the cave, straying away from the main path with every step they took up.

After half an hour or so, they had gone so deep inside the cave that they could no longer find the path back to the entrance. What's more, their footsteps in the snow had been covered with a thin layer of ice, making them indiscernible to the boys novice tracking eyes. That is when the Steelix appeared. Apparently, they had entered one of the nests where the female Steelix would gather and lay their eggs and as a result, the Steelix thought they were there to steal the eggs and tried to protect them. They attacked the boys and would have been almost killed if it wasn't for two brave Jinx that protected them from the danger by driving away the Steelix.

Blake couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe it more so when suddenly out of nowhere, Piloswine and Swinub approached the three lost boys and helped them. They carried them on their backs, guiding them safely back to the main path and to the outside world. When they eventually returned home, their father was infuriated by their carelessness and grounded them for a whole month, actively preventing them from venturing inside the Ice Path by employing the help of some fellow Dragon Tamers who were placed at it's entrance, guarding it.

The spark had already been lit, though, and with the years, Blake developed a love for Ice-type Pokemon that would later shake the very roots of his family's traditions. At age 18, Blake set off on a journey in order to study Ice-type Pokemon. He traveled to every country and region, learning as much as he could about them. Around the time and before he began his journey, the whole thing with the Pokemon going feral and attacking trainers without reason happened and because of it, Blake faced a lot of hardships whilst traveling in the wild.

After traveling through Kalos, Blake decided to return back to his homeland and use the skills he obtained whilst traveling to use. He challenged his own father in a battle for the position of Blackthorn City Gym Leader. His father, after much consideration, agreed to it on one condition, that if Blake lost, he would release all of his Ice-type Pokemon and become a Dragon Tamer under the tutelage of Joseph. Blake agreed.

The ensuing battle was magnificent with Joseph later admitting that it was probably one of the best battles he had ever had, even though he lost. Both trainers and Pokemon fought fiercely, but the overwhelming type advantage Blake's Ice Pokemon had over his father's Dragon-types was too big for Joseph to overcome. As per their agreement, Blake became the new Blackthorn City Gym Leader.

Following Blake's victory over his father, the Blackthorn City Gym closed down for renovations. After five months, it opened up again, this time as an Ice-type gym. The cave behind the Gym is still home to many Dragon-types and Blackthorn, in general, is still considered the holy ground of Dragon-types, but they now have to make room for Ice-types as well.
Quirks/Habits/Others

• Blake is 6ft tall and weighing just over 200 pounds or 90 kg.
• Unknown to him, whenever he gets mad, a bulging vein appears on his forehead.
• He has a mild case of germophobia. He never shares anything that has to do with food, drink etc with others. Other than that, he is perfectly fine with whatever your typical germophobe might be afraid of.
• Continuing in the footsteps of his father, he also has developed the bad habit of pulling pranks at the trainers who come to his gym in order to challenge him.

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Pokemon:

• TBA

TL;DR: Read the damn CS `.`

Ruins, Caves, and Spooky Places

Ruins of Alph

Union Cave

Ilex Forest

National Park

Cliff Cave

Mt. Motar

Lake of Rage

Ice Path

Dragon's Den

Whirl Islands

Bell Tower

Tohjo Falls

Mt. Silver

Routes

Route 45

Natalie Faulkner

Name:
Natalie Faulkner

Age:
30

Gender:
Female

Appearance:


Detective Faulkner stands at five foot nine, and while she is of a smaller build, an athletic past has left her with lightly defined muscles. Her long, pale blonde hair is swept back on the top, with the back being kept in a tight braid. Pale’s a pretty accurate word for her. Her skin, despite spending much time outdoors, is close to snow, and even her eyes are more of an icy blue. Freckles crawl from cheek to cheek, crossing her nose. Her forehead and the lower region of her face don’t seem to have that problem.

It’s common to see Natalie opt for a dark field jacket as a top, when on duty. Johto’s streets can get a bit cold. She’ll pair that with black trousers and black leather shoes. On her time, Natalie prefers rocking just a tee-shirt and jeans. Simple works.

Personality:
Ever motivated, ever dedicated, ever ambitious, Natalie is a hardworking individual. She always finds a way to stay busy and is the pinnacle of organization. Never one to waste a moment, this detective always seems to be on the move. She manages to solve any issue without straying from the lines too much. A straight-arrow if you will.

She’s a kind, compassionate person, careful, yet elegant with her words. She’s patient with people, never getting frustrated...at least to their face. Painfully aware of how she appears in the eyes of others, Natalie makes sure to always leave a good impression. She’s aiming for the top after all.

Natalie cannot stand to see her fellow officers slack around, or break the rules. It infuriates her to no end. Most of the others are aware of this and know that she means well. Tetsuya, however, seems to deliberately crank things up when she’s around, trying to egg her on to her boiling point. She hasn’t had a meltdown yet, but the guy’s pushing it…

History:
Natalie comes from a fairly wealthy family in Sinnoh. She never wanted for anything as a child, having the best schooling available, plenty of friends in the other children, practically every advantage possible. Her parents were rather supportive of the young girl, allowing her to pursue anything that might catch her interest. She managed to excel at most of these, due either to natural talent in some cases or excellent teachers in others.

But Natalie was always fascinated with police in movies and on television. They seemed so very cool to her. From an early age, she decided that she wanted to do that. She wanted to bring criminals to justice, to protect the innocent, to be a paragon of peace.

So after graduating, she joined up with Sinnoh’s force.

It was a disaster.

Natalie quickly discovered that her natural talent didn’t exactly translate well to the streets. Her posh upbringing didn’t exactly win her much favor with the locals. The other officers didn’t exactly like her either, painfully aware of the Faulkner family’s reputation. No matter what she tried to do, she seemed to fail. She, Natalie Faulkner, was not only NOT excelling, she was FAILING.

That would not do.

Rather than quit, Natalie found herself even more motivated. She hadn’t failed before, and she sure wasn’t about to let her dream escape her because she wasn’t good enough. She channeled her frustration, her disappointment, her everything into improving herself. She cleaned up her act, losing the air of superiority that had been with her since her childhood. She befriended some of the other officers, trying to leech as much experience and tips as she could. She tried to learn more about the people she was serving, to hear about their lives. Natalie threw everything she had into changing herself, to become a woman of the people.

It worked.

She found herself being more well received by the locals, the other officers stopped giving her as much shit, and she was wrapping up cases quicker and more efficiently. Even the more cases she received in response to that ended up being solved rather quickly. And always by the books. Her superiors, who once despised her very existence, began to warm up to the girl.

But there would always be the whispers. The Faulkner girl was favored because of her family. She was buying her success. She was a disgrace to the force.

Faulkner let it slide. She didn’t care. Her superiors did, however. They stopped moving her in the ranks, and the girl eventually found herself in a stagnant position. So she requested a transfer. Anywhere as long as it was as far away from the Faulkner name as she could get.

Thus Natalie found herself in Johto where her kind personality and work ethic rapid shot her up the ranks. She became a detective, but she hopes that her success hasn’t ended. She’ll climb her way to the top, one way or another.

She’s considered one of the top four detectives in the Johto region.

Pokemon:
Arcanine - M
Lapras - F
Nidoqueen - F
Furret - M

Kutairo Sakirminai

Name: Kutairo Sakirminai

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Coming in at six feet one, Kutairo is always seen standing up proud. Despite his dirty blonde hair which seems to be recklessly going out of control. Due to his job, he has made sure to keep himself in some shape to brawl with a few muscles, but not enough to warrant a six pack. He sports dull, blue eyes that barely gleam unless he has come up with a new plan or dissected knowledge that gives him a better understanding. He also carries a serious demeanor about him and very seldom smiles.

Kutairo is usually seen with a regular blue police standard shirt which he is seen sporting most of his time. He does wear a black tank top underneath just in case the uniform gets torn. It's always seen as crisp and clean, without a slight shed of dirt or dust. Along with that, he makes sure to wear pants that are comfy and flexible, but are permitted in the force. Combined with black shoes which will always be the dirtiest part of his attire and you have Kutairo Sakirminai... sometimes.

He does wear much more lax clothing, but that's when he is off the job.

Personality:

"Hmm, if that was the case..."

The cases Kutairo have attended to have sharpened the man up efficiently. He is not one to joke around too easily and is difficult to provoke to say the least and keeps a cool head under situations. Despite being supposedly Lawful by his peers, Kutairo will leer off into chaos if it benefits completing the task at a safer and better rate. Otherwise he will tend to be orderly and strict, often resulting to scolding others if they deviate. Kutairo takes his job very seriously and will not stand illogical actions that squander time and money. Like mother like son Kutairo is.

Despite this, Kutairo is rather... shy around others. Seen as aloof and cold by others is a lingering fear that won't disperse - being alone. Even while surrounded by other officers and detectives, he still does not manage to feel at home. His intelligence does make up for his lack of social interactions. Devising strategies and seeing a plan are his strengths, along with carrying out the task. He does hold another fear in which letting another die. Kutairo feels responsible for his comrades and civilians, regardless of how reckless or mean they are. He will make sure you don't come home in a body bag.

~Optional~

Short Bio:

Hoenn born Kutairo came from a renown family of detectives, police officers, the works. His own father was the stereotypical strict father with a big heart while his mother was the quiet damsel. Funnily enough, that quiet damsel had a job in the international police force while the father was a stay at home dad who did his part to take care of their two children. It was rough adjusting to the schedules at which the children would see their mom, as they often wished for her to come home. Despite the father being jealous of the children always looking out for their mother, he was satisfied that he was doing the correct thing in raising Kutairo and his sister.

One day, Kutairos mother came home with a report that the case they were dealing with was completed, however said that they were being relocated to a new location - Kalos. It was when Kutairo was seven that he said good bye to Hoenn, and was headed for Kalos.

The family settled in Lumiouse City with the stunning Tower overshadowing the rest of the city. Most of the houses there were a bit more expensive than the rest, however the family managed to scrape by. To make ends meet, however, the children's father had to procure a job at one of the Cafes to help pay for the rent. Sometimes the father could get a little chat in or escort his children to school, but that was about it. Kutairo and his sister saw their parents less and less each time which took a toll on both of them. Kutairo began to grow shyer around other students at his school who would frequently bully him while his sister became a rambunctious tomboy who did not back down from a challenge. Despite their contrasting personality changes, they did understand one thing - they had to grow up fast.

In school, the two differentiated between each other with Kutairo being an ace while his sister was average. Kutairo seldom had a friend to hang around and his sister was spending more time with what she saw as "her crowd." The rift between them grew and grew, before finally Kutairo knew the definition of true loneliness. He tried joining a Kendo Club around town (which was surprising to find) however, struggled to make any friends.

In the end, Kutairo grew up to be a "perfect" child while his sister turned out to be a rabble-rousing punk. At this point, he began his own journey with other trainers, retaining his skill but felt it wasn't right.

At the young age of 18, Kutairo was enlisted to join the International Police due to his superior knowledge and skills. He did hope to see his mother again, but it was a futile attempt that fell flat as time passed on.

The man made new friends in the INP but still retained that sense of dull loneliness, despite being one of the best detectives. Eventually he was assigned to Johto with other INP members, his journey far from over.

Pokemon:

Male - Manectric

Male - Hawluncha

Male - Aegislash

Male - Lucario

Gabriel Mendez

Name:
Gabriel Mendez

Age:
35

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Officer Mendez is six foot four and has an athletic build. He has dark skin, short dark hair, and warm dark eyes. He keeps his chin free of pesky stubble the best he can. Mendez keeps his uniform in tip-top shape, always looking as sharp as possible.

As with most of the other officers, Mendez dons the standard blues. He goes with cap and tie, really dressed to impress. Outside of work, he’s more of a tee-shirt and jeans kind of guy.

Personality:
Gabriel is about as honest and just as they come. He is an agent of Order, always keeping a calm mind. Chaos just doesn’t suit him well. Things had their places, He wouldn’t be able to deal without it.

Gabriel is a kind, gregarious individual. Being around other people makes him smile. He tends to be rather polite and respectful to anyone he meets.

As one might guess, Mendez follows rules and guidelines very closely. He gets mildly irritated when his fellow officers all go off the rails, but who is he to argue with results? To each his own.

History:
Gabriel comes from a rather bureaucratic Johto family. His parents, his brothers, most people have ended up in some sort of government position. Gabriel, growing up, fought against this, hard. He didn't want to be stuck in an office for the rest of his life. He wanted to go out and make a difference, be something much more than that.

But time changed the boy.

As he got older, the bureaucratic lifestyle seemed more and more appealing. It was simpler. He liked that. But part of him still fought against it...thus he came to a sort of compromise. He decided to join the police force, hoping to maybe work out that yearning for adventure that haunted him while building a decent background for eventually running for public office.

He's been on the force for close to fifteen years now. He's been involved in some cases of note, but for the most part, Gabriel is an average officer. He plans on running for office after he retires.

Pokemon:
Arcanine - M
Sandslash - F
Yanma - M

Umeko Minami

Name:
Umeko Minami

Age:
27

Gender:
Female

Appearance:


Umeko is about five foot seven, give or take. She’s got a rather average build, not too heavy, yet not too light. Her straight black hair falls down to about her upper back and rests across her brow, right above her big blue eyes. Her skin is ever-so-lightly tanned.

Umeko goes with the standard blue on duty, opting to spice it up only with a tie clip. Off duty, she’s actually more of a blouse and skirt kind of girl.

Personality:
Don’t let her innocent look fool you! Umeko is about as feisty as they come! Quick to anger and lacking any sort of filter whatsoever, it’s not surprising that most of the other officers are rather careful when dealing with the volatile chick. Strongly opinionated, Umeko will be the first to voice her opinion on a situation, and likely the first to smash your face in if you disagree. That being said, Umeko is fiercely protective over her fellow officers. She’s the only one allowed to badmouth them. Anyone else...beware.

Umeko is another passionate officer. She wants to see justice dealt, and gets rather emotional if it isn’t. She’s willing to go out of her way to help an innocent, but she tends to hesitate if it means breaking the rules. If it’s a matter of life or death, though, evildoers beware!

History:
Officer Minami hails from Mahogany, the daughter of a miner. She got along well with the other children in town, but she always was a bit more on the bossy side. While some children resisted her, it was for naught. She soon had most of the town under her harsh regime which she ruled with an iron fist. She was the Queen here. Her word was law.

After her schooling, Umeko went to work in for a business located in Goldenrod. Her rather abrasive personality ended up losing her that job rather quickly. Such was the fate of a couple other jobs Umeko tried to take. Eventually, however, she signed up to join the police force, where her authoritative personality helped her to bring many a criminal to heel. Who would dare commit a crime when it meant dealing with her? That could be a fate worse than death!

The job made for a nice stepping stone to her ultimate goal.

All shall quake at the thought of the dark one...

All shall fear the name spoken only in whispers...

All shall bend to the iron will of Mad Queen Minami!

Hail!

Pokemon:
Growlithe - F
Gyarados - M
Rhyhorn - F

Route 46

Tetsuya Nishimura

Name:
Tetsuya Nishimura

Age:
32

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Tetsuya is one of the taller members of the force, hitting about six foot two. He’s well built, in rather decent shape despite his terrible smoking and drinking habits. His dark hair is getting a bit shaggy, and some stubble is starting to grow out on his chin a bit. Tetsuya has a pair of intense brown almond shaped eyes. He carries a sort of serious look about him in most cases, always focused on the job at hand.

He prefers nondescript dark suits. Dark gray shirt, black tie, black jackets. Standing out isn’t his business. Though honestly, Tetsuya likely couldn’t care less what he’s wearing. They’re just clothes in the end.

A cigarette usually lulls lazily in the corner of the man’s mouth.

Personality:

Detective Nishimura is a rather aloof individual. He sticks to himself usually, preferring to survey situations from afar before jumping in. When he does engage in some sort of interaction, Tetsuya plays whatever part is appropriate. Excellent at reading people, Tetsuya is a master at saying exactly what someone wants to hear. If a lie will get him closer to the information he needs, he’ll lie.

As an officer, he comes across as rather lazy and disorganized. It seems to be a miracle that he gets anything done, or at least, officially it does. Tetsuya knows the law well. He knows what he can and cannot get away with. He also knows how to hide some of his less than stellar behavior. Despite how he may seem, he really does care for those around him, and the people whose lives he encounters in his cases. He’ll make sure justice gets delivered, laws be damned. More of a logical loose cannon than someone like Zoe who just follows her heart.

History:

Tetsuya comes from a broken home in Goldenrod City. His father and his mother didn’t quite see eye to eye on most things, and their method of trying to salvage their marriage came from having more and more kids. Tetsuya was the first, but he does have a younger brother and sister. Surprisingly, adding more kids to the equation didn’t save shit. So his father left. Which might have been fine, Tetsuya wasn’t a big fan of the man anyway, but the elder Nishimura wasn’t exactly the most stable individual. He stewed on the failed marriage, then one day, came back.

With a gun.

He ended his wife and began looking throughout the house for his children, ready to put them down as well, erase his mistakes, y’know? Tetsuya, upon seeing his father pull up to the house, took his brother and sister and hid. Mr. Nishimura kept looking for the children, but grew increasingly frustrated when he couldn’t find them. When the police eventually arrived on the scene, they found his corpse in the living room, sitting on the couch with his thinking cap sprayed against the ceiling. His wife’s body was lain across the floor before him. The three children were later found in the attic, confused, frightened, what have you.

With no living relatives to speak of, both parents had been only children, the Nishimura kids were sent to an orphanage. Tetsuya’s little brother and infant sister were adopted rather quickly, but Tetsuya never ended up getting picked up.

Obviously a bit troubled, Tetsuya found himself running with a bad crowd. He had many encounters with the law, most of them unpleasant. Honestly, he’d probably be locked up somewhere by now, key thrown away, if it weren’t for Chief Stromberg. After one particularly bad pick up, the Chief pulled the youth aside as he was being processed at the station. The old man gave him the usual spiel about how he was throwing away his life, what was going to happen, the whole shebang. Whatever. Tetsuya had heard it all before. But the Chief changed it up at the end. He told Tetsuya that he saw potential in the kid, potential to do some real good with his life. That he could make a difference. That he was playing for the wrong team.

It struck home with Tetsuya. Even to this day, he’s not entirely sure why, but he cleaned up his act pretty quick after that. No, he didn’t become no boy scout, but he stopped running with the hooligans. And once he became of age, he joined the force, where he quickly rose through the ranks until he became a detective.

Pokemon:
Arcanine - M
Scizor - M
Sneasel - F
Weezing - M

Zoe Delaney

Name:
Zoe Delaney

Age:
26

Gender:
Female

Appearance:


At five foot eleven, Zoe clocks in as the tallest woman on the force, and is quite likely the officer, male or female, in the best shape as well. She has dark skin and often bleaches her hair which she keeps cut short and tight. Her sea green eyes tend to always have a bit of a sparkle to them. She’s often spotted with a grin of some sort.

Zoe favors a more casual uniform. Rather than the standard blues, she prefers something more along the lines of a black ‘Police’ tee-shirt with navy blue pants more fitting for movement. Throw in a pair of black boots and there ya go. While not normally permitted, Zoe’s rank allows for a bit more flexibility.

Personality:
Zoe’s pretty fiery. Strong, independent, fierce. She’s incredibly confident in her abilities, nearly to the point of arrogance. She follows her gut. It hasn’t let her down just yet, so why fix something if it ain’t broke?

She operates a bit more...freely than her fellow officers. Rules, regulations, orders...she seems them more as guidelines than anything. She’s a damn fine officer, and she knows it. She gets to the bottom of things by any means necessary. While her methods may cause a bit of a headache for her superiors, she gets results.

She’s actually a pretty nice girl, but she has trouble showing much weakness. This leads to her coming across as a bit more aggressive and competitive than she’d like. She not too empathetic either. She knows how she feels, but stepping into someone else’s emotions? Not her strong point.

History:
Zoe comes from a military family on her father’s side and a police family on her Mother’s. She moved around quite a bit as a child, what with her father’s job and all. So growing up, Zoe didn’t have much contact with other kids her age. Sure, there were other military brats from time to time, but with everyone always moving, she found it hard to keep friends. That was alright with her, though. She enjoyed the places she got to see. If loneliness was the price she had to pay for that, well, it was worth it.

The place Zoe’s family was stationed at the longest was this little port in Johto. She actually got a couple years there. Most of the other brats were guys, but that was fine for Zoe. She wanted to prove that she could be as tough as any of ‘em. Tougher even. She became a bit of tomboy during her stay there. It never really left.

Zoe signed with the military the moment she became eligible. She served for a few years, but decided against continuing. Instead she returned to Johto, the closest thing she had to a home, and ended up joining the police force where she quickly climbed the ranks.

She’s currently considered one of the top four detectives in the region and is the youngest of the lot.

Pokemon:
Pidgeot - F
Persian - F
Bellossom - F
Arcanine - F

Malcom Wilson

Name:
Malcom Wilson

Age:
44

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Malcom stands at about six foot even. With dark hair that's graying rather quickly up top, and years of stress having left winkles upon wrinkles, Malcom shows his age. His dark brown eyes have lost a touch of their color, fading ever so slightly. He's got a strong jaw and keeps the stubble trimmed down on his chin.

On duty, he's wearing the standard blues. He'll unbutton the top button and loosen his tie if he's not on the streets. Even after years in the blasted thing, he still can't get used to being all contained.

Off duty, well, he's likely to be wearing slacks and a standard white button up. Average Malcom doesn't really like to push the envelope, as it were.

Personality:
Malcom has always been a bit of a careful guy. He likes to take his time and consider all of his options before taking them. Unfortunately, he tends to overthink things, sometimes outright missing the obvious answer because, well, it was too simple. That doesn’t make him a bad officer by any means, but it has gotten him the nickname “Gramps”. Even Chief Stromberg calls him such despite being nearly twenty years older himself.

He is rather laid back and doesn’t let things get to him. In this business, it couldn’t hurt to hear a joke every once in a while.

Malcom’s a loyal officer, and follows the orders of his superiors rather closely. The book was written for a reason, people. He’s not a mindless machine though, and will not hesitate to take action should an innocent ends up danger.

History:
Malcom was born in Saffron City to a couple that both worked for Silph Co. He had an average upbringing in a family that wasn’t really rich, but not poor either. He was an average student, had average athletic ability, and didn’t really seem to have much of an affinity for Pokemon handling. It was pretty much a foregone conclusion that he would end up working for Silph as well once he became of age.

But little average Malcom shocked his family when rather than join Silph after his schooling, he hopped the first train to Goldenrod.

He tried his hand at radio, joining the crew at the Goldenrod station, even hosting a late late night classic music program. He...didn’t quite bring in the ratings. He left the station and eventually signed up with the Johto Police force where he’s been ever since.

He’s not too ambitious about moving further up in the ranks. He’s pretty content with his current situation, and retirement doesn’t look too far off.

Just a couple more years...

Pokemon:
Growlithe - F
Machop - M

Akio Himura

Name:
Akio Himura

Age:
22

Gender:
Male

Appearance:


Officer Humura stands at five foot ten, and has a rather lanky build. His brown hair is usually tied back in a short ponytail, wouldn’t want any of that messy hair to get in the way of his beautiful brown eyes now, do we? Bah… Akio is of fair skin, which, should one care to know, is rather soft. His hands in particular are rather pillowy.

While being forced to wear the standard blues at work, he does forgo the tie. What’s it really serve, anyway? Off duty, Akio prefers more...noisy clothing. Loud colors, odd styles, one might never suspect him of even being capable of joining the police force.

Personality:
That pervert would be Akio, ladies. Try not to swoon too hard. Akio is overly confident in his abilities, his beauty, and his dance moves. He’s a terrible flirt, much to the annoyance of the woman of his department. Akio very well might be an idiot...but he gets his job done. Although he appears to never take anything serious, Akio is a rather efficient officer. He gets his work done rather quickly and on time. He never gets respect though, but if it bothers him, he hasn’t shown it. Akio’s pretty content with being a sort of clown on the force. Ladies liked funny guys, right?

The hopeless romantic doesn’t quite follow ALL of the rules...if they’re a hassle, why bother with it? He’s also rather lenient, more content with handing out warnings than actually taking too much action. Like many on the force, though, Akio wouldn’t hesitate to step in to help an innocent.

Women get top priority, though.

History:
Akio is a Johto native, hailing from Violet City. His father was never around in his youth. Apparently his mother had met him one night in a bar, and what followed was a drunken one-night stand the ultimately ended up with him. But Akio’s mother wasn’t distressed by the unexpected baby. Instead, she rose to the occasion, taking on multiple jobs in order to provide the best for her son.

Akio was always a bit of a goofball in class. He never did outgrow it. He had plenty of friends, but he wasn’t exactly a shining pillar of academic success.

He tried a couple of careers after graduation.
He tried to be a chef, but couldn’t cook.
He tried to be a sailor, but couldn’t swim.
He tried to be a doctor, but didn’t have the patience.
He tried to be a policeman, but…

What’s that?

He actually got it?

Arceus save us all...

Pokemon:
Growlithe - F
Bellsprout - M
Wooper - F

Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis Reboot

Gwen King: Inside Elm’s Lab :Tempered Temper

The second violet head turned, regarding her for just an instant before turning back to her mark. A muscle twitched by Gwen’s eye. The chick completely ignored her and laid back in on Yuu. Who the everloving fuck did this bitch think she was? Gwen’s hands curled into fists, and she could feel her joints pop. Honestly, she didn’t give a fuck what they’re deal with each other was, she didn’t like being ignored. That just didn’t fly. She took a step towards Abigail, fully prepared to take a swing at the admittedly larger woman.

That one step was all she was able to take before she heard someone shout from the door.

Gwen turned to see redhead from earlier, albeit with less tears this time. The sudden intrusion somewhat snapped her from the indignant rage, giving her a chance to look at things again. She stopped, crossing her arms and frowning. On second thought, it PROBABLY wouldn’t do her any favors to start shit here. If the purple asshats ended up getting in a fight here and get like, kicked out of the lab? Well, that served her just fine. Satisfied, Gwen loosened a bit.

…and the annoyance found its way back almost immediately. She noticed the new redhead giving the once over to the rest of the assembled trainers, herself included. That would have been fine, too, but...well, she could have swore that the girl’s sight lingered on her for a bit longer than the rest. Sure, she was used to the odd looks and gawking from passerbys by now, after all the scars were pretty jarring at first, but that didn’t mean that it pissed her off any less.

Ugh…

These people were stressing her out and she didn’t even know half of their names.

As if on cue, the redhead introduced herself to Yuu. Cerise Fontaine, eh? Great...

Really, the worst part about this was that she would probably end up traveling with at least a few of them, if not the lot o’ ‘em. She knew how the old man was…

Speaking of which…

“My goodness. I am so sorry everyone! I was caught up in some research. I completely lost track of time. It’s good to see all of you are getting along well. Ah, wait, let me introduce myself. I am Professor Elm.”

Gwen turned to face the professor. Lost track of time, eh? Yeah, that uh...that sounded right. She scanned the room, noting the new faces, a couple of guys at the door mainly, but…

Where the hell was the big lug? He came in...she knew that much. Honestly, the lab wasn’t even that big. How the hell could he get lost? The professor continued, cutting off her thoughts.

“Today is a great day for you, young trainers! Ah, it’s always nice to see someone get a pokemon for the first time. But look at me, I’m talking too much again. Ah, follow me into the back and give you your licenses and the pokemon. Alfred, it you would go get the licenses for everyone ready.”

Well...shit...looks like she was going to get her Pokemon. The professor turned and strolled down the hall. Gwen looked about the room, shrugged, then followed. She wasn’t about to let asshats ruin her day.

The hallway ended at a doorway. Gwen saw the Professor enter and she followed.

The light was blinding.

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Avery Garfield: Backroom of Elm’s Lab :

“Ah! Avery! You’re here!”

Avery blinked. Well...yeah he was here. How else would he have asked the question? Telepathy...but Avery wasn’t psychic. Or if he was, he didn’t know it. But neither would Elm.
Silly Elm.

“I completely forgot! Oh dear. Today’s the day. Oh where did I put those licenses! Right...over here. thank you for the note Alfred...oh what am I doing, I should go greet the trainers!”

Okay then.

Avery stood waiting for a moment, looking about the lab. It was...pretty clean. Cleaner than what Avery would do. He didn’t like cleaning up. If his things wanted to go to their own places, who was he to stop them? He wouldn’t want his things picking him up and putting him somewhere else.

…

Avery threw his arms back and let out a yawn. Alfie entered the room in a sort of hurry. He glanced about the room, searching for something. Avery smiled and waved at the little dude, who offered him a smile and a nod in return. He crossed over to where Elm had been standing, then looked about.

Avery walked over.

Alfie had the licenses stacked on a table by a mess of pokeballs and had crossed the room to retrieve some potions and other essentials that he had laid out earlier. The giant glanced back at Alfie before gazing down at the licenses. He waited for a moment before picking them up. The first belonged to a rather serious looking girl with purple hair. Abigail Blanchett. He didn’t recognize her. She looked like she needed a big laugh. He laid the card down and moved a number of Pokeballs beside it.

Next up was a flash of red hair that he had seen earlier. Cerise Fontaine. He didn’t get a good look at her face before she ran off crying. He felt bad for her. He didn’t like crying either. It couldn’t be good to have water leaking from your eyes. Again, he laid the card down and placed some Pokeballs by it.

Yuu Nozumu was the name on the next card. He remembered Yuu. He lived in town, but...Avery blinked. He didn’t really come around often. Huh. He didn’t really know much about him, oddly. Card and Pokeballs were laid by the others.

He smiled at the next card. It was Gwen. She was really looking forward to this. He hoped that she would be careful...she could be careless. He could too but…huh. The thought was gone. He placed down the card and some Pokeballs.

Another nest of red hair was on the next one. Avery raised an eyebrow. She...didn’t have any eyes? He hadn’t met anyone like that before. He hadn’t met many people though. He shrugged before setting aside the swag.

Zeph Bagley was the next one. There were several bandages on his face. Avery grinned. He sometimes forgot to take those off too...though sometimes he just got into the box and they ended up there without him knowing. Life was weird. His card and Pokeballs went by the others.

Nathaniel Douglas. Avery looked at the picture on the card for a few moments. Something seemed off about this one...oh! He saw it. A strip of blue hair. It seemed tucked away but nothing hid from ole Avery Eagle-eyes. Except for most things. Anyway. That card got some Pokeballs too.

Then there was the final card. Avery held it in his hands for a moment and turned it over and over. He gazed down and read it. Avery Garfield XXVIII...is what he so desperately wanted to see. But the face on the card was not his, nor was the name. His mouth turned down in a rare frown as his lips quivered slightly.

He tried so very hard. Harder than he had tried at anything else...but…

He had failed. He hadn’t been able to meet the requirements. He would not receiving a license, pokemon, or anything of the like. He glanced away from the card in his hands to Gwen’s. He wasn’t able to tell her...she had seemed so excited...he couldn’t bring himself to break it to her but...he wouldn’t be joining her. He had even went as far a packing up and everything…

His hands shook, but he managed to place the card on the table and move a couple more Pokeballs to sit beside it. Then his arm shot up to wipe his face. Alfie returned with the potions. He didn’t say anything, merely patting the giant on the back.

It took a few more moments, but Avery managed to pull himself together. He and Alfred distributed the potions in silence. Footsteps were growing louder. The others would be in the lab any moment now. Avery crossed the room to see if he needed to gather anything else.

He hadn’t been able to secure a license but...he was going to be doing something. Elm, after hearing about his predicament, offered him a chance to assist him in the lab, alongside Alfie. It wasn’t exactly what he had wanted to do, but he liked Elm and Alfie, and the lab could be fun.

But the sting was still there. The disappointment…

Still, he shook his head and the thoughts began to fade. It wasn’t fair of him to wish as he was. If he had succeeded, perhaps the owner of the last card wouldn’t have been able to go? He wouldn’t want that...after all, he still had the lab. He wished the new trainers the best of luck.

…

But he still felt a pang of envy.

The owner of the last card...this Sophia Rhodes…

Despite everything he had said to himself, he still envied her. And he couldn’t help but to wish that it was him, not her, that would be receiving a license, a partner, and a journey.

Elm entered the lab, other trainers in tow. Avery saw Gwen and lowered his head. He couldn’t look at her. Not now. Not yet.

Soon.

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Sophia Rhodes: Outside Elm’s Lab :First Steps

The girl bounced into town, her stride slowing to a stop. She bent over and grabbed her legs, calming her rough breathing into something a bit more regular. She was beyond tired, yet spurned on by a desperate desire to get to safety and an even more desperate desire to avoid tardiness.

She had been traveling for a few days by now, MUCH longer than she had planned. But the tunnel that would have led her from Blackthorne to New Bark had collapsed. She didn’t have the details, but people were hard at work trying to clear it when she arrived. Unfortunately, she didn’t have time to just sit around so...she took a detour.

Through Mahogany, into Ecruteak, into Violet, Cherrygrove, and finally…

New Bark.

The girl, stood back up, and threw her head back, taking in the air. It was so very lovely...so...fresh.

…

Oh no. Oh dear.

The blonde pulled out her Holo Caster and saw the time. She was going to be late. She was just absolutely going to be late.

She took a deep, deep breath, held it for a moment, then let it out slowly. She felt calmer, more in control. She wasn’t too late. She repeated that to herself over and over. She wasn’t too late. If she knew Elm even a little, and she believed she did, then it would be likely that he would be delayed slightly. She just had to hope such was the case, but relying on that uncertainty made her a bit uncomfortable. But what choice had she?

Giving herself a once over to make sure everything was still in place, the smiling blonde moved forward at a brisk pace.

As she approached what could only be the lab, her heart leapt. There were a couple of gentlemen standing at the door, peering in. If they were here for the same reason she was, then she really wasn’t too late.

Praise Arceus.

She patted herself and unconsciously adjusted her bow. After another deep breath, Ms. Sophia Rhodes, trainer-to-be, took the first steps of her journey, towards the door and who would likely be her future companions.

And she was absolutely ecstatic.

As she approached, she overheard some sort of commotion, but she wasn't able to make out any details. Uncertainty swept over her. If this crowd had gathered just to spectate a dispute well...this might not be the lab after all.

A heat rose in the girl's cheeks as, unbeknownst to her, they reddened in embarrassment. She had been so certain...

Well, she had committed too hard to turn back now. She came to a stop behind a gentleman about her height and after debating it for a moment, reached out and lightly tapped his shoulder with two fingers. He was...rather wet, actually, which caught her a bit off-guard. Still, she very quickly gathered herself and began to speak.

_{"Excuse me. This wouldn't happen to be Professor Elm’s laboratory, would it?"}

She spoke in a rather quiet tone, not quite sure if she could be heard over the purple haired couple who seemed to be having a disagreement of sorts. It wasn't her place to listen in on such a private moment, so she tuned then out the best she could, focusing almost entirely on the gentleman before her.

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Gwen King: Inside Elm’s Lab :The Lavender Lady of Justice!

Gwen headed towards the benches, assuming that Avery was on her heels, but when she turned to say ask the big lug something, he was nowhere in sight. She sighed. He probably went on into the back then. Avery wasn’t exactly gifted with common sense, much to her chagrin. Honestly, she didn’t know what the dude would do without here sometimes. But this was Elm’s place, and the old professor seemed to like them well enough. And this wasn’t exactly the first time that Avery had just barged in and made himself at home.

She shook her head and took a seat, setting her bag and guitar case on the floor beside her. Her hand touched her jeans, just below where her knee would have been, while her head turned to face the nearby wall. A grimace set upon her face. That fucking sensation was back.. She hated it with her very core. It was as if she just needed to really lay into her shin, to finally scratch an annoying itch, but...that was absurd: her shin was made of carbon fiber.

“H-hello!”

Gwen forced herself back into a neutral expression and turned to face the hesitant voice. Alfred Elm. She grinned despite her frustration. He was good kid, this one. She might have normally messed with the kid, playing prank after prank on him but...

“Welcome to New Bark. I’m, uhm, Alfred Elm. I’m Professor Elm’s assistant. He’ll be here soon, probably, so uhm, if you could all sit here and wait on the other trainers…”

...but the kid had like no spine. He was waaay too fragile. Hell, it wouldn’t even be fun. But she had to admit, he was definitely a smart kid. Smarter than she was, for sure. That was fine, though. She could still run circles around the little dude.

Before she could speak, the purple haired dude approached Alfred and introduced himself again. Yuu Nozomu...Gwen frowned. She was pretty sure she hadn’t met the guy before but...his name sounded familiar and it bugged her to no end. When he said it again, Gwen was a bit confused. Did he just REALLY like the sound of his own name? But then she noticed that he had turned to...someone else.

That unsettled Gwen, somewhat. She hadn’t recalled seeing the new redhead before...when did she arrive? Surely she wasn’t already in the lab...Gwen wouldn’t have missed a red mop like that. She had to have come in afterwards. A slight shiver ran down the girl’s spine. She didn’t know why.

The redhead introduced herself as Mattie Linder to Yuu. It was surprisingly difficult for Gwen to make our what she was saying. The little lobby they were in wasn’t THAT big but...well, maybe she was just shy? Bah. It didn’t really matter, Gwen decided. Give her enough time and she’d probably snap out of that.

Yuu, apparently, disagreed.

He seemed rather insistent that she speak to him. But fuck, it wasn’t any of her business. So why care? Gwen pushed back in her chair, trying to get comfortable. If Elm was tied up, they might be waiting for a bit. And the sensation in her leg was fading. If she wanted to get any comfort, now was the time to-

The doors flew open, catching Gwen off guard. Before she could even move, she saw a purple blur fly past, and in the next moment, Yuu flew forward a bit, dragging this Mattie chick and a chair down to the ground with him. Above them standing triumphantly like a lavender lady of justice, was yet another chick that Gwen had never seen before. She got to her feet and approached the madness.

“What the flying fuck…?” she muttered as she looked from the couple sprawled across the floor to the purple haired newcomer.

The hell was with that hair color and causing trouble?

“Yuu! Really, I know you’re a scumbag who thinks he’s better than me, but insulting my friends? That’s low, even for you, jackass.”

Gwen blinked and looked down at the dude. Yeouch. Looks like karma was catching up with him. Well...sucks for him. Though she had to admit, she didn’t like this Mattie chick being dragged into it. This was a war between purps.

“Abigail Blanchett…”

Wait...what?!

“Speaking pridefully like you always did in trainer school… you haven’t changed much, have you…”

Trainer…

Holy fuck.

Gwen’s eye widened. Abigail Blanchett...she HAD heard that name before. Everyone in her class was. This was THE Abigail Blanchett. She had been in the class ahead of Gwen back in trainer school. And she had been good. REAL good. Gwen had actually caught a couple of her mock battles. She was no joke. Honestly, Gwen had somewhat looked up to the purple haired lass. After all, if you want to be the best, learn from the best.

She shifted her gaze back to Yuu. Gwen had finally placed where she had heard his name. He was in Abigail’s class. If not for her, he’d probably have ended up on top of the class. The mock battles that Gwen had caught had been against this guy. And they were intense. Obviously, he was no slouch either. Maybe a goober when it came to women, but a talented trainer nonetheless.

...so what in the actual fuck were they doing here?!!

She realized that Yuu had been talking, yet she had only caught the very end of it. He was asking her to hear him out. If what she had heard about Abigail was correct, she...didn’t really see that working out too well. Poor guy. Creep or not, it didn’t seem like he could catch a break.

Oh well. Sucks to be him.

Gwen noticed a rather stunned Alfred. Or was he angry? Concerned? Terrified? Maybe all of them. Still, Gwen wasn't sure if the little dude could handle this.

She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to her good leg as her gaze went to Abigail, then to Yuu, before settling back on the schoolyard hero.

"Riiight...if you're going to kill Yuu, could you do it outside?" She began rather dryly, pausing to hitch a thumb back towards the young Elm. "Cause I'm pretty sure the kid might actually keel over and die if y'all keep it up." She turned her head, showing Alfred a lazy smile before looking back at the purple posse. "...and, hey, as fun as that sounds, I don't think Elm would be up for handing out Pokémon with a couple of dead dudes in his lab."

There. She had tried. In truth, she couldn't care less what happened between the two. If they killed each other, that just meant less competition for her. And really, the ruckus might serve to get Elm off his ass and out here a bit quicker. She just wanted to get her partner and get going. Was that too much to ask?

...if she had to end up waiting because Elm decided to lecture these two bozos, she'd kill the lot o' 'em herself.

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Avery Garfield: Harbinger of the Endtimes:

Before him lay a seemingly endless brick road. Avery took a few steps. The Mareep had left him. He wasn’t sure when they had or where they went, but they were gone. And he was alone. A few more steps. Avery looked off to his right, but there was only darkness. The same could be said about his left. There was only the glowing brick road. And Avery followed it. At one point, the road split a beautiful, flat field, but that too left. How long ago, Avery couldn’t say. And he dare not turn around. He couldn’t look back. Never.

BAA BAA!

Avery’s feet caught the ground and he stumbled, but quickly caught himself and continued. He couldn’t stop. Not yet. He had to keep going. He was growing tired, but every time he stopped, he would hear the whispers. The whispers...they filled him with such dread. Avery had never felt as much fear as when the whispers crept in. He couldn’t understand what they said, but...that was good. He felt as if he was not supposed to. Understanding the words would mean…

He shuddered, unwilling to consider it, and continued on.

Minutes grew into hours, hours into days, days into months, months into years..

It felt as if many a lifetime passed by, yet Avery continued his march, never stopping, never slowing. He had to get to the end of the road. All would be better at the end.

BAA BAA!

Avery felt tears streaming down his cheeks. That was odd. He hadn’t felt anything in such a long time. He had forgotten what it was like to cry. He had forgotten many things. It did not matter. All that mattered was the end.

For Avery, time seemed to have lost all substance. It meant nothing. In the darkness, there was no today, no tomorrow. There was no later. He had been traveling for no time and all time. He would travel until he could no longer.

BAA BAA!

Joy swelled in the young man’s heart. Was it joy? It was, but he knew not how he was sure of that. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. But this joy came from something...a faint light could be seen. It was but a dot in the distance, but in the nothingness, it stood out. It radiated this feeling, this joy.

BAA BAA!

Avery could not quicken his pace. Nor could he slow. He would arrive when he arrived and not a moment sooner or later. The light expanded as he grew closer. No...that wasn’t the right feeling. He wasn’t approaching it...it was moving toward him. The joy was overwhelming. Avery tried to cry out for it, but he could not recall how. There was only moving forward. Forever. And never.

But the light soon enveloped Avery. The darkness did not fear the light, rather it grew closer. It cut off the brick path behind the light. His only option was to embrace it. Why would he want to do otherwise.

Avery peered into the brightness. His eyes did not react for the longest time...but soon they did. Avery wished they hadn’t. Joy disappeared, replaced by the fear so primal, Avery thought his heart would claw its way from its chamber. The light was wrong. So very wrong. He didn’t want it anymore. But it was too late.

He found himself standing in pure light. It filled everything. It reminded him of the darkness. Surely it felt as empty. Tears flooded the boy’s newfound vision as he focused on what was before him, yet his legs refused to slow or stop.

It was an infinite mass of wool. It expanded forever, yet Avery was still far from it. He knew that that shouldn’t exist, couldn’t exist, but it did. There was more than one eternity between the young lad and the never ending wool.

As if feeling his disbelief, the wool shifted, nay, crawled away. And from it sprouted flesh. It seemed as if the flesh would simply generate forever, but it took form. Its visage, Avery could not comprehend, but as he turned his eyes away, he thought of the Mareep he had ran with so very long ago. Had they looked like this? Had this looked like they? He could never know. When he looked back, he saw more shapes rip through the light. The word bird came to Avery, but he knew not what that was. Nor would he. No sooner did the shapes appear, did the flesh disappear, replaced once more with gargantuan wool.

And then there were screams.

Screams echoing across the vast empty brightness, bouncing off other screams, gaining forever. Why, they crossed even time. There was no more path to follow. His fate was to forever listen to the screams. Avery fell to his knees, gripping his ears. It did not help. The endless screams filled him with such agony. This was his punishment. Yet again, he knew not why such a thought came to him. He had stopped thinking so very long ago. But it rang out nonetheless.

Some part of Avery begged for the screams to end, but they didn’t. They never would.

But then they did.

BAA BAA!

BAA BAA!

Almost as soon as they began, they stopped. The screams which crossed eternity faded entirely. Avery wondered if they had ever existed for a while, but that too fade. The boy knelt in the light. There was no path to follow, no screams to endure. There was simply being. And that was the worst.

BAA BAA!

Avery felt himself turn. He gazed into the infinite wool. Yet this time, he felt none of the terror he once had. At first, he felt nothing.

But time passed.

BAA BAA!

Slowly, ever so slowly.
Quickly, ever faster.

BAA BAA!

Avery felt love. Love for this existence.

There was not path to follow.
There were no screams to endure.
There was only Tes-

Avery awoke with a fright. Shaken, a disoriented Avery frantically gazed about his surroundings.Where was he? What was he doing? But that fear quickly passed as his dream faded, and Avery soon got to his feet and stretched. After a few moments, it hit him. He was in Elm’s lab. How could he tell? Well...there were books…and Elm was there...

Avery approached the elderly professor, who had had his back to Avery while the young lad slept. Avery didn’t know how long he was out for, but if he had to guess...oh snap. He blinked. Elm was hard at work at...something. Avery didn’t know what that something was. He sure wanted to know though. He consulted brain, but the little guy was still asleep. Figures.

He soon found himself standing somewhat behind the old man. Avery leaned forward and peered over Elm’s shoulder looking at...an egg? It was a pretty big egg…

Avery’s mouth watered. He was getting pretty hungry, and that egg looked like it would be pretty tasty. Did eggs have a taste? Avery frowned, unsure. He wanted to know, but well...he couldn’t get to it to find out with Elm in the way.

Wait...Elm?

Elm was a smart guy. Maybe HE knew what the egg tasted like?

“What’s that egg taste like?”

Avery didn’t bother to introduce himself nor did he really direct the question to Elm himself. That was just how he worked. Ask a question and something was bound to answer. It had worked thus far for Avery.

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<Snipped quote by Ogobrogo>

NO, no work.

Only posts.

@Rune_Alchemist

But...but bills. Writing doesn't pay the bills, sadly.

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Oh snap, posts. I'll have something after work.

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I posted once.

...it was horrible.

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Gwen King: Outside Elm’s Lab :Cat Scratch Fever

Right off the bat, Gwen thought there was something...off about the one-eyed, one-winged, flying purple people eater. Like how he got all wrapped up with Arceus knows what right after asking who she was? Spacey much? Still, she wasn’t too annoyed just yet. Hell, Avery might actually be the new official definition for spacey. If she could live with that, she could handle Mr. Purps.

The second flag went up by his next sentence. He seemed rather...hesitant on filling her in. At least at first. And yeah, Gwen could get it. Big blowup with ya woman in public? It’s embarrassing, yeah. But being sketchy on answering what the dealio was? Not cool, bro. Definitely not helping his rep.

He went on to raise, well…many, many more flags.

“Let me explain the whole thing to you as it happened only a few minutes ago.”

Gwen felt a tinge of disgust at that part. She fully understood that it ‘happened only a few minutes ago.’ She was there. He knew that. He continued. “...She struggled for a few minutes to come up with any endearing comment for the place, just call in it quaint in a quizzical tone of voice.” Gwen frowned. Minus ten points for blowing up over some chick calling your town quaint. Hell, it was quaint. The quaintest little place in Johto.

“She proceeds to then introduce herself, asking me if I’ve heard of her. The way she spoke reminded me of how a wannabe big shot acts as I never heard for the name Cerise Fontaine before.”

Alright, that’s pretty egotistical. Minus fifteen points from this Cerise chica.

“She then tells me the answer to my question, and then proceeds to insult me and get out of the way. I know saying the way I dressed is an affront to fashion isn’t that much of an insult to her, but she would appreciate that I get out of the way after that is somewhat of a haughty way to act towards a random person she just met. I at least tried to be nice to her when asking her a question and introducing myself, but that was all for naught.”

...Oh boy. Looks like this one’s a talker. Right then. Minus ten points from Cerise. Insulting someone and telling them to get out of the way immediately after introductions? Rude, not cool, pretty asshatish. Minus twenty points from Yuu for using the words haughty and naught. Nobody should be using the words haughty or naught. Never. Not even once. Additional five point loss for even making her think of those words.

“...I’ll make this next part brief so I won’t waste your time any further, apologies on describing most of the earlier events.”

...what…did he just admit to wasting her time on bullshit that didn’t matter? Or was he wasting her time by telling her that he was wrapping it up? Gwen briefly considered asking him. She feared the response.

“So I do this minor sarcastic build up to which I call her out rather harshly on her first impressions before genuinely apologizing to her.”

...so he responds to a terrible first impression by leaving a terrible first impression?

“I then explain my opinion on how she acted… and then she dropped the previous persona she sported and began crying and ran off. I do feel I went a bit on the edge when trying to make a point, so that part can be considered horrible scrutiny on my part…”

Oh sweet Arceus...if his explanation of his opinion on her actions was anything like this little spiel...well, Gwen could understand the waterworks. Hell, she was considering crying and running away, just to end it.

…

Wow. Gwen blinked. She felt like she was being unusually catty at the moment. But hey, at least she didn’t say anything rude, yeah? Oh the willpower...surely she was being tested. Was there a character test to see if she deserved a Pokemon? Because this one was pretty brutal, Elm.

“Say Gwen, want to go inside if the door is unlocked, or stay out here and chat about Own Tempo while waiting for the others?”

She finally noticed the smile. Honestly, she didn’t know what it was but...it seemed wrong. Out of place.

Gwen crossed her arms again. She was biting her tongue hard, she really was, but...well…

“Dude... arrogant prick or not, it sounds like you ended up being just as terribad as she was. You were both acting like spoiled brats, so, well, don’t do that anymore?” She held her arms together and regarded Yuu with a harsh gaze...for just a couple moments before dropping the attitude and flashing the lad a lazy smirk, placing both hands behind her head. “I mean, there’s only enough room for one brat in a group, and that’d be me.”

She didn’t wait for a response. If the dude had an issue with it, he could fuck off. If he realized she was just being, well, quirky_{(i.e. a bitch)} then they’d be fine. He didn’t exactly ask for her opinion, but hey, he didn’t exactly NOT ask for it either. In any case, Gwen approached the lab door and gave the handle a push. The door swung in and Gwen peered inside. She genuinely smiled. Asshats or no, she was getting a Pokemon in potentially just a few moments. She was elated.
“Yo, Avery! C’mon!” she turned her head and called before looking back in the lab.

Soon…

She took a step into the lab.

Soon her journey could actually begin…

She took another.

Bring it on, world.

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Avery Garfield: Inside Elm’s Lab :Echoes of the Past

Clouds were cool. They got to just hang out all day, just chilling in the sky. And they’d sometimes make shapes out of themselves. Avery had tried to make shapes out of himself once, but he could only really figure out how to make the letter L, both capitalized and not, a capital I, a straight line, and slightly less straight line, and a boomerang. The boomerang was the most fun though. He had a boomerang once. A toy, not himself. Well, he was THERE but he wasn’t throwing himself.

...could he throw himself?

Avery could hear Gwen and Yuu having a chat. He wasn’t exactly listening, though. Instead, Avery was imagining himself propelling himself through the air. It wasn’t flying, and it wasn’t throwing. Just a nice game of catch between Avery and himself. Avery thought he had a good chance, but Avery was just relentless, not giving Avery a chance to turn things around on ole Avery.

…

The daydream rose from his resting place and shook his head. It huuurt. Thinking wasn’t fun. That’s why he had Brain. Brain did all the thinking and Avery handled the doing. It worked out, really.

Right Brain?

…
…
…

Welp, Brain was napping. Or dead. This called for a snack. Avery rose to his feet and was about to head off when he heard Gwen call for him. He looked over at her, confused, but saw the door open.

Oh.

Avery’s goofy grin returned as he lumbered up the path back to the lab. He flashed Yuu the smile, but apparently became a bit too distracted that to it. He ended up walking headfirst into the door. Wall? The little bit between the ceiling and the door. The Debraininator.

Luckily, Avery had adopted a habit of walking slowly. His stride was naturally much longer than others, so he never felt a need to hurry as much. And he had hit head enough times to deem it a worthing choice. Granted, he was still walking into Debraininators so…

Avery hunkered down and bypassed the clever defence against the Giants. Luckily, not even the great, mighty Elm could match up with the genius that was Brain!

…

Nothing?
Brain’s still asleep, folks. Stay calm.

Avery entered the lab and his eyes took a moment to adjust.

The lobby they had entered was brightly lit and...well, clean would probably be the best word for it. There were a couple benches in a corner, with a table sporting plenty of magazines. Similar to a doctor’s office...but, y’know, not. There was also a receptionist area, but neither Avery nor Gwen had ever seen it in use. Gwen looked about, searching for Elm or Alfred. No luck, it seemed. She started heading over to the benches.

Avery though…

Sigh.

Avery had wasted no time in gawking. Alright, so we wasted a few moments. He liked looking at things. Like the books on the bookshelf across the room from the benches. There were some really big books. Many, Avery couldn’t probably finish most of them.

As Gwen headed over to the benches, Avery strolled on back, past a set of doors, as if he belonged there. In a sense, he kind of did. When he was younger, he used to hang around Alfie and Elm all the time. One could say that Avery was trying to be a bit like a big brother to Alfie. Reality, as anyone who knew Avery would know, was the opposite. But hey, Alfie was a genius. Avery might not even belong to the same genus.

The point is, Avery found himself standing inside the lab, watching Alfie doing something with Pokeballs and Prof. Elm being...well...Prof. Elm.

…

Unless he wasn’t Prof. Elm.

Avery’s eyes tightened.

This could be a phony.

There could be only one way to tell.

And with steps much lighter than appropriate for a man of his size, Avery quietly entered the room unbeknownst to Alfie or Elm. He crossed to the far side, leading to a desk Elm might use for writing. It didn’t matter. What DID matter was the oh so comfy Elmchair. It was glorious. A gift from Arceus.

Avery’s smile turned mischievous before returning to the normal goofball’s mask. He spun the chair and plopped down in it. He leaned back, letting the power swivel chair resist his mighty mass. Kicking his feet up onto the desk, Avery closed his eyes and drifted oh-so-quickly off to Napsville, Johto.

The plan was just to see if Elm would call him out for being in the chair but...well...sleep worked too.

Oh well.

Avery found himself running with Mareep on a never-ending brick road. There were hurdles he had to jump every so often, as did his sheepish companions. As he ran, he could hear faintly a dark, ominous chant, but...for some reason it filled him with joy.

BAA BAA!

BAA BAA!

Pokemon: Shadow of Nemesis Reboot

GOAL FOR RIGHT NOW!

Someone post xP

Don't care who, but we all have been procrastinating too long on this xD

Maybe some new blood can help get this flowing again Rune? xP

@Savo

Trying to work on it now xD

THERE SHALL BE AN OGO POST BEFORE THE NIGHT ENDS _probably