Raijinslayer

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Collab's finally up, ya'll

RWBY: Burning Embers

@Raijinslayer Okay, I think I have everything ready to go, unless there's something I've missed.

@Euphonium

Yeah, looks pretty good. Only thing I'd ask ya to add is just some little descriptive bits for the perks and flaws that personalize them a bit more for your character, as well as a descriptor for her semblance under action. Minor nitpicks aside, feel free to post your character when you've got the time.

@HokumPocus You're free to post as well, tho I'd ask if you use the url/link tool so that the names of the banes can be clicked on to link to their effects. It helps to make the sheet look less cluttered.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

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Caterina

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"The Vongola is everything to me. . . and I will do everything in my power to protect it."

Ten Years Later

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P E R S O N A L I A

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// A G E

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// P E R S O N A L I T Y
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Caterina is, to put it lightly, two-faced. Most that interact with her find her to be very cheerful, kind, and generous to a fault. She seems to want nothing but the best for everyone and constantly tries to make friends with just about everyone she meets. She tends to refer from any mean-spirited behavior, aside from the little splash of sass and light sarcasm that she utters from time to time, but to most everyone, she meets Caterina is just an average cheerful young woman and the apple of her father's eye.

In truth, Caterina is much more akin to a cold businesswoman, every action she takes calculated and planned to get her the most benefit possible in any situation. Taking her father's words of "never letting people see the true you" to their utmost extremes, the young woman has spent almost every day of her conscious life building up an unarming, harmless persona to keep those around her in the dark about her own true intentions.
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Caterina was promised the world.

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P A R A M E T E R S

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"In times past, the Lightning guardians have focused on defending their compatriots in battle. I, however, plan to make it so our enemies fear to even consider taking up arms against us."

// F L A M E

Lightning Flame: The Lightning Flame is known as the toughest flame due to its characteristic, Hardening. Lightning Flames can be employed to solidify and increase the firmness of objects. By themselves, the Flames can be used defensively by projecting a solid barrier and offensively by cutting like a sharp blade. It can also be used to electrocute like actual electricity.

// A B I L I T I E S

Vongola Hyper Intuition - A blood trait passed down through the generations of Vongola Bosses. It determines the eligibility of a person in order to be able to succeed the Vongola, and has been described by the Arcobaleno Reborn as being "a power that could see through all." That being said, it is not perfect and can be fooled through powerful enough illusions. The abilities and functions of this innate ability have been widely speculated, but there is much uncertainty as to what individuals who have it may actually be capable of. It is a trait of many mysteries and few answers.

For Caterina, however, this mystical 6th sense of the Vongola bloodline is diminished as a result of the Harmony of Sky Flame not being present within her body. While the ability is still within her, it seems that she is unable to obtain it's full potential, at least through natural means.

Skilled Dying Flame Wielder - Caterina, in particular, has shown great skill in using the solidification aspects of Lighting flames to great effect in varying up her attack styles in combat by creating temporary constructs of sorts. Whether it be turning her spear into a type of trident, creating a string to reel it back after throwing it, or even creating platforms through her Fiamma Boots to allow for better in-air maneuverability, she has proven to be rather skilled in manipulating her flames attributes, even if her way of doing so is rather unorthodox when compared to the typical Lightning wielder.

Agile Fighter - Caterina has trained to be an extremely agile and evasive fighter, using speed, flexibility, and unpredictable movements to assault opponents without ever taking a hit in return. She has also proven quite skilled in the field of acrobatics and parkour, able to move through almost any environment with ease and efficiency no matter what obstacles might be in her way.

Deceptive - Caterina has always been a bit tricky when it comes to her words, a trait that her father often tells her is inherited from her mother. While not necessarily a liar, the way she tends phrases things often leave room for . . . interpretation. She understands the power that lies within words and as a result, always chooses her own with extreme care and precision. This often makes her as elusive and hard to pin-down in conversation as she is in combat.

Multi-lingual In her strive to prepare for the role of Vongola boss, Caterina has been extremely diligent in her studies of language, as diplomacy is just as important an aspect of running a Famiglia as one's combat ability. As such, She can speak English, Japanese, and Italian fluently, as well as being competent in several other languages such as French, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, etc.

// E Q U I P M E N T

Box Weapon - Spear - While a spear seems an odd weapon for the Guardian of Defense, those that face Caterina will quickly find that she is more than capable of defending her allies, even if her way of doing so is by eliminating threats herself. An extremely offensive weapon, she can slash, pierce, and pummel her foes as she spins and twirls around them in graceful movements one would find just as suitable on a dancer as they would on her. Not only that but when you add her skill with Lightning Flames to the mix, you get a true force to be reckoned with on the field, whether it be by launching bolts of electrical destruction from afar, reinforcing the weapon to make it tougher and more effective via hardening, or changing its form and usage by manipulating the Solidification nature of Lightning to form simplistic constructs that allow her weapon an ever wider amount of versatility.

Box Animal- Serpente Fulmine(Medusa) - Medusa is a large python covered in shimmering emerald green scales, with a line of buzzing Lightning flames racing all along her body from head to tail. She proves to be the heart of Caterina's defensive abilities, often found coiled around the girl's body during battle to make use of its ability to create rather sturdy barriers of Lightning flame at will. These shields, known as Serpe Aegis, allow Caterina to be as gung-ho a combatant, making up for her own lack of a defensive weapon. that said, she isn't too reliant on it and is willing to command Medusa to assist others in battle. When fully uncoiled, Medusa is also able to create a much larger barrier that is extremely resilient to attack, even by Storm flames, but she must remain completely stationary when performing this maneuver. Not only that, but it is extremely tiring for the constrictor, and afterward, she is too exhausted to be used in combat.

Despite being a mainly defensive Box animal, Medusa does have some offensive capabilities, though they're only deployable when she is separated from Caterina. These include the use of Hardening on her own body in order to increase the strength of her natural Constriction ability as a Python, as well as launching bolts of lightning flame at enemies, though the latter is more of a harassment tool than something meant to actually hurt as the flames as they are now are rather weak.

Lightning Ring: Class C - A standard Dying Will Ring that she uses to channel her dying wil flames.

Fiamma Shoes - A hi-tech piece of combat-foot wear that allows the user to fly through the air through the propulsion of Dying Will Flames from their soles. Caterina found them to be a natural fit for her more mobile fighting style. She had them specifically modified to make use of a steel-toe and rugged material to make them more useful in the heat of battle, the channeling of Lightning flames making them rather effective additions to her arsenal(especially against male opponents). She also makes us of solidification to, instead of shooting out a thrust fo flame, form a platform for her to jump off of, enabling sudden stops and quick redirections if needed.

Combat Knife - For those times when there just isn't enough room to use her spear.

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Xander

"Ouch, hitting me right where it hurts I see." Xander laughed off her comment, running a hand through his silver-white locks as he let out a sigh. "Look, I'm trying to keep him in line but ever since he evolved, he can't seem to stop himself from picking fights with everyone and everything! Like, I've read that Mythari tend to be more bold and outgoing than Mythin, but I swear that Sei takes it to a whole new level."

At Mallory's mention of school, the Xanite waved her off with a 'bah' before taking a seat to enjoy the meal she'd brought him. He took a moment to give thanks to Both Seiryuu and Suzaku with a quick prayer before digging in with gusto, stopping every so often to cool his mouth.

"Ya know us-gahhothothot- us Xanite's don't have much need for that stuff. With as many Tamers and such that pass through the town looking for Natrelmon, as well as the local elders, I got all the learning I needed. Bet I can cast a spell just as good as anyone in your classes, if not better." Xander punctuated his statement by pointing a veggie at her with a rather cocky grin on his face. After he finished cleaning the bowl of every last drop of food, Xander stretched out on the ground next to Mallory, eyes closed as he let the warm food digest. When Mallory turned his question back on him, however, the boy became rather tense for a moment, but let it go with a breath as he picked himself up. "Ah, nothing much. . . except for getting 3 new partners today. Oh, Gosh, I'm such a dunce. lemme introduce you properly to my new partners."

Leaping up to his feet, Xander made his way over to the Grianos he had ridden in on, who was currently laying down with a grumpy glare directed at nowhere; though she quickly found a target for her gaze as her trainer came barreling over. "This big gal right here is Gigi. She's a bit of a grump right now, but I'm sure we'll be good friends before long. And those two over there are Buck and Lili" Xander pointed to his Bovent and Loutila, who were currently hanging out by a large fountain, relaxing and drinking water. "Buck seems to be pretty chill, though Lili's a bit more anxious. They seem to enjoy each other's company a fair bit though, so that's good. I literally just caught them all today, and with no fighting required! Though Gigi gave me a bit of a thrashing in trying to get her, the others were more chill, so all in all, I'd say that's a good omen for my first day of Rites."

"So," Xander asked after stretching out a bit, hissing in slight discomfort due to the bruises that still peppered his body. "Are you going to challenge the Arena Master yet? I thought about doing it right away, but decided to give it sometime, get a better team set-up and maybe even do some light training before I put my skills to the test, ya know? Hey, maybe we can even do a mock battle sometime soon!! I'm sure Sei is more than ready to show Gwisin that he isn't going to let something like type advantage scare him."

@Fallenreaper

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Mythi lwt out a rebellious hiss as Gwisin appeared before him, backing away slightly into the air beford falling back to the ground, growling at the ghost type for getting in his way. Before the Mythari coukd try anything, however, Xander cast out his Relic to loop around the Natrelmon's neck, reeling them back into the relic with a flick of his wrist.

"Geeze Mythi, why can't you behave? Uou know I hate to put you in this thing." The Xanite let out a sigh as he placed the rod back in it's holster, knowing he'd likely have to deal with the mon's sassing later for that. But he put that out of his mind for now, hopping off Gigi to jog over to Gwisin and Mallory.

"Hey Mals! Long time no see, amiright? And is this spooky fellow Gwisin?!?! You got so big buddy." He gave the chained mon a slight tap on the chest in greeting beford turn to Zeke with a click of his tongue. "Oi-oi. Come on Zeke, that's enough of that. Give Mals some space already."

The Doshe made an irritated clicking sound before scuttling over to it's tamer, tho it's grumpy demeanor settled as Xander pet its shell to soothe it, a strange set of rattling coming from the creature as it let it's contentment be known.

"So, how have you been since we last talked? Looks like your taking the Rites as well, ya?"

@Fallenreaper

Vault of Rising Thunder.

My Hider

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Personal Information

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Name: Silme Raana

Nicknames or Aliases, if applicable: N/A

Age: 21

Race: Faunus(Grey Wolf)

Kingdom of Origin:Atlas

Appearance:

Personality Traits: Crude, Aggresive, Impatient, Loyal, Fearless, Stubborn

Drive: Why does your character want to be a Huntsman?

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Mechanical Information

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Lv: 1
XP:
Wealth Level: 3-4
Legend Points: 0

Perks: N/A

Flaws: N/A

Defenses

HP: 22/22

• Guard: 15
• Toughness: 14
• Resolve: 13

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Attributes

Physical Attributes

Might: 0/0
Fortitude: 3/1d8
Agility: 5/2d6

Social Attributes

Deception: 0/0
Presence: 2/1d6
Persuasion: 0/0

Mental Attributes

Learning: 1/1d4
Logic: 3/1d8
Perception: 3/1d8
Will: 1/1d4

Supernatural Attributes

Alteration: 0/0
Creation: 0/0
Energy: 4/1d10
Entropy: 0/0
Influence: 0/0
Movement: 0/0
Prescience: 0/0
Protection: 0/0

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Equipment and Inventory

Crescent Ravagers: These claws are a experimental weapon type made with Atlas technology that siphons the Aura from an individual in order to create a deadly energy blade cable of rending through grim hides with ease. The downside of this weapon, however, is that by draining the aura from it's user, it makes them more susceptible to Aura breaks and thuis mor elikely to run into danger in the heat of battle.
Weapon Type: 1handed Melee weapons[paired set]
Properties: Damage(Energy), Deadly 1, Precise, Curse(Fatiqued 1)
Banes: Persistent Damage, Disarmed

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Actions and Feats

_{Feats:Battlefield Retribution, Battlefield Punisher, Combat Follow-through, Combat Momentum, Defenisve Reflexes Tier 1, Well Rounded.}

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Xander

The light of Ielle had only just begun to peek over the horizon as a small fleet of Xanite boats slid across the water into the Toranese docks, already alight with activity as fishermen, sailors, and dockhands prepared to start another day of hard labor. Among them all, however, were a group of young men and woman chatting excitedly with one another, backs laden with heavy packs full of traveling equipment. these were the current generation of Tamers, ready to take on the Rites and seek fame and fortune, or at the very least, new experiences to help them all grow into proper members of society. The Toranese looked over the groups with smiles and fond farewells, even wishing a few of them luck on their coming journey. One such youth, however, hung back to watch the others move into the city proper.

"Hmph. Not like you to hesitate."

Xander jumped at the voice behind him, turning to see his father walking up with a slew of nets slung over his shoulder, rubbing at his neck with a free hand as a yawn bellowed out from his large frame. Xander coughed into a closed hand as he regained composure, shifting his bag a bit before turning to his father with a grin to try and reassure him.

"Ah, it's just a bit of nerves, that's all." He took a step back, unsure of what else he could say. Of what else he even should say. The silence that hung between the two was almost palpable. You need to say something. This is awkward. Just blurt it out, even if it's stupid.

"So, uh. . . guess this is good-bye, huh? Kind of wild, ya know, me going out into the world by myself. Hopefully, I don't manage to set the whole continent on fire."

"Heh, I wouldn't put that past you, all things considered." A beat. His father keeps rubbing his neck as he looks out across the ocean. "Look. . . be careful out there, okay son? I know that things have been. . . tense between us for a while but I don't want you to think I don't care for you. That I don't worry." He was looking at Xander now, grey eyes boring into purple as the young man felt a hand on his shoulder before he was pulled into a hug. Xander's eyes widened at first, and he remained frozen for half a second, before easing into the rare display of affection and hugging the large man back.

"Geeze, when did you become such a softy, huh? Talk about embarrassing."

A chuckle, deep and throaty, was all he got in response as his father released him, rustling his hair with a playfulness that Xander couldn't remember seeing for quite some time. The two bid farewell to each other, grabbing each other's forearms in a proper Xanite goodbye before heading off on their separate ways. While Xander didn't quite know what to make of his father's sudden display of emotion. . . he had to admit, it definitely helped him be a bit less afraid of what was to come next. With a wide grin on his face, Xander fished out his relic from his pack, twirling it around with a practiced flourish before he bolted towards the city gates. Before he could even think about facing the first Arena challenge, he had some friends to make.

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The city of Toran had gone from a quiet ghost town to a bustling metro as Ielle rose higher and higher in the sky, and it wasn't until well into the morning that Xander came back to the city, covered in scuff marks and bruises, but positively gleaming with exuberant pride and cheerfulness. The reasons for his cheerfulness were quite plain to see, as he was positively surrounded by a bevy of Natrelmon. Most immediately noticeable of them all was the one he was riding on, a grumpy-looking Grianos that seemed less than pleased to have some brat riding along it's back, followed by a rather bored Bovent lazily chewing cud. A Loutilla sat on the Bovent's back, it's purple-red petals fluttering nervously as it kept peaking over the Bovent's head at the Grianos, only to dive back down whenever the rocky lizard seemed to glance their way. While to most, these kind of Natrelmon weren't terribly uncommon for the area, the ones on either side of the young trainer's "mount" drew a bit more attention. Strolling along with the Grianos was a Doshe, it's steel carapace shining brightly in the sun's light as it proudly scuttled with its trainer. From time to time the Doshe would give a slight hiss towards anyone that got to close, though that was often cut short by a curt word from Xander as he didn't want it to become happen with the young steel type.

The other strange sight was the Mythari gliding just a bit overheard the group, dipping down every so often to trot along the ground next to Xander and chastise the Doshe when it tried to spook a passerby when Xander was distracted. A rather magnificent specimen, the muted colors along its body still shone gloriously in the light of Ielle, with small bits of crackling electricity dancing off them every so often. A curious blemish on the creature's body, however, was a rather prominent line of scar tissue that traced one of the wings on its left side, as well as a similar line of markings that traced themselves upon its legs as well. It was during one of its rare trots along the ground that it gave a glance at the scowling Grianos.

No need to be so grumpy, Gigi. Just because you got caught by Xander is no reason to act so rude to everyone. The projected thoughts were done so in a way where the whole group could hear and while Xander frowned at his Mythari for its unneeded provocation, the 'Gigi' took to answering the response by attempting to bite at the Mythari, who quickly evaded the attempt with a chuckle before escaping back into the air. Geeze, she's a testy one, isn't she Xander?

"I'd be irritated too if someone kept poking my buttons the whole way to town. Cut it out, Mythi, and I mean it!" A telepathic chuckle was all he got in response, causing the trainer to let out a sigh as he dropped his face into his hands. Mythi had never been this way before it had evolved, and it was proving to be a real pain in the young trainer's ass the way he liked to provoke others the way he did. With another resigned sigh, Xander gave Gigi a pat on her back as he rode in a vain attempt to calm her down. "Easy there, girl. I know that Mythi can be a bit of a jerk, but he means well. . . I think. besides, I promise you things won't be so bad with us, so can you at least give us a chance?" The only response was a low growl that didn't stop until Xander ceased patting her. He couldn't help but sigh for his third time in under a minute, wondering what it'd take to get Gigi to respect him as her trainer. Lili and Buck, the Loutila and Bovent he'd captured earlier that day as well, both were much more willing to co-operate with him than the surly Grianos despite not knowing him for any stretch of time. Guess it was just his first real challenge as a tamer.

It would be this strange group of man and mon that Mallory would come upon in her search, though she'd find herself set upon first as Mythi swooped down from the air to snag the food out of her hand, sending her a telepathic message to the extent of "this is mine now" as it flew up high up into the air. Meanwhile, Doshe had also noticed Mallory and scuttle up to her, circling around her legs in an excited manner not to dissimilar to that of a young Eishound.

@Fallenreaper

Natrelmon: Reckoning [Creature Capture]

Xander

Name: Xander
Age: 17, almost 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: Xander is the kind to stand-out in a crowd, whether it be due to his somewhat odd shock of silver-white hair, the startling purple eye, or his insistence on wearing a rather ludicrous amount of purple in his daily attire. Standing a little bit below average at 5'6, this lack of height is made up for in him being solidly-built due to both his own training and the everyday labor every man of Xaun is often expected to take part in. Aside from this, his only other notable characteristics is a rather nasty looking scar around his neck and another over his left eye. Both are the result of a few rather serious, almost life-threatening accidents that Xander treats as if they were no more than bumps on the road of life. He also has a number of scars from the less interesting, everyday accidents that his devil-may-care approach to danger seems to attract.
Personality: Xander is an over-excitable individual who is, quite simply, really. really lonely. Despite his cheerful nature and happy-go-lucky demeanor, Xander has never really had any friends aside from his Natrelmon, Mythi. Having spent the better part of his life being ignored by everyone in his town but his father(and even that relationship was filled with no small amount of tension), the boy is quite a literally starving for any kind of positive human interaction, and when he finds it, tends to get almost overwhelmingly excited and more than a little bit clingy as a result. part of the reason he began these rites is the hope that he'll be able to make great human and natrelmon friends along the way, and maybe, not be so lonely anymore.

This being said, his loneliness isn't the only reason for him to partake in this continent-wide gauntlet. The main reason would be his love of adventure and excitement, as Xander loves few things more than the rush of adrenaline through his veins, and few things offer as good a hit of the stuff then engaging in battles with other tamers, testing skill in both guiding Natrelmon and magical dueling to create a fantastical dance of strategy that makes him feel truly alive. It is in these battles that he finds himself able to lose any sense of self-doubts or worries about his loneliness, putting 110% of his focus and effort into facing off against his opponent.

Relic: Almost laughably emblematic of his origins, Xander chose a fishing rod to be the his Relic, a durable length of wood created by his own two hands that is rather plain, if well constructed. What draws the eye, however, is the odd crystalline hook thay decorates the end of the line, a piece Xander found in a small cave while exploring the Island jungle. It's color changes depending on the typing of the Mon he currently has out.
Starting Natrelmon: Mythin and Doshe

History: Xander was born under. . . odd circumstances, to say the least. In the months leading up to his birth, their had been a strange sickness plaguing Xaun that no one could explain, draining people of their strength until they simply lost the will to move on. While their didn't seem to much in the way of physical symptoms to the disease, a commonality between all the victims was that their hair lost all pigmentation, turning into a ghostly pale white as the sickness progressed. Such was the case with Xander's mother who managed to hold out long enough to give birth to her son, but succumbed to it soon after as the strain of the ordeal proved too much for her. Her son, however, had seemed to have been touched by the illness as well, as Xander was born with pale white hair and, stranger still, bright purple eyes that seemed to almost glow at times.l

Since birth, Xander was ostracized by most others in the village, at first because they thought that he had been cursed by some fell creature and would likely spread the deadly sickness to others. However, as time passed on, people noticed that not only was Xander surviving and thriving despite the fact that he should be infected by the strange affliction that took so many, but that the sickness itself seemed to not take any new victims after his birth. And while most didn't know what to make of this strange circumstance, a few particularly paranoid villagers turn their fingers towards the child, claiming that he wasn't truly human, but likely some strange undiscovered Natrelmon that had taken over the body of an unborn child. While most dismissed this theory, it still put a mark on Xander's head as he grew up, marking him as something different and thus, something to be feared.

Things only grew worse as he grew up, however, as it wasn't long before the boy began to show strange innate magical abilities, such as being to see through walls and illusions of any kind and making it so he could pass through solid matter at will, almost like he was a spirit rather than a mortal child. Not only this, but a curious phenomenon seemed to follow the boy wherever he went, causing some level of disaster around him where ever he went and while he always managed to make it out of them relatively no worse for wear, the same couldn't be said for those around him. Numerous accidents have always occurred around Xander, often leaving him with little more than a scar and another story to tell, but others have lost fingers, arms, legs, eyes, and so on. . . even their lives. Before long, people stopped seeing him as a cursed child, but instead as a curse on the village itself that brought misfortune and disaster in its wake.

Despite this environment of mistrust and isolation, or perhaps because of it, Xander grew up to be an almost overwhelmingly positive and motivated boy. He'd often time leave the school and the village entirely to explore the wilds that made up the rest of the island, as well as bugging the trainers and tamers that often came around for tips on how to become one. Perhaps it was due to the way that he saw the other village kids idolize the trainers and their awesome companions that made him wish to become one, or maybe it was the stories of adventures that the men and women often spun to the children, speaking of intense battles and sweeping vistas that he couldn't even begin to imagine. Even Xander himself was unsure of what the true source of his desire to become a trainer was, only that he was determined to not only become a great one, but he wished to be the greatest that had ever lived.

Professions: Tamer[Specialization:Dragon](Rank 5) - 8000
Mage(4) - [Deep Knowledge:Invocation]
Magic: Stormcaller(4) - 51600
Invoker(3) -21600
Searsinging[Exorcist Flame](1) - 800
???(4) - 71600

Books:

Aspiration: To become a legendary Trainer long term, and just have a fun life in short term
Natrelmon:
[Mythi] Mythari, M, lvl 23 - 16308
[Zeke] Doshe, F, lvl 10 - 1033
[Buck]Bolvent, M, lvl 14 - 2246
[Lili]Grandra, M, lvl 20 - 8968
[Gigi]Grianos, F, lvl 20 - 8126
Doxi, F, lvl 25 - 15928
Swindle, M, lv 14 - 2246
Panzer, M, lv 25 -
Ocalia, M, lv 25 -
Cryzen, M, lv 25 -
Items: 500n
10 A relic, 2 E relics
Xander's Notebook of Natrelmon Observations, vol. 1
A traveling bag full of supplies for his journey
PDA
Notable Skills: Compotemt Outdoorsman, Expert Fisherman Nautical experience, Natural mage, Good with Natrelmon

RWBY: Burning Embers

Ink pls, ur not old enough to pull a `grandson`.

Vault of Rising Thunder.

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