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Pokemon: New World

@Darkmoon Angel The general on them is just what types are found there and the current weather (negligible, but a nice detail). Here's an offsite doc that links to all the location posts:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1mRH-qSIlwCLix7IGeINO4oTa-b_pHTowZKeSrpqOG2Q/edit#

Any additional information can be found by opening the link and reading the information written on that location (fleshed out by the users who made them). You can choose any city for your character to start at, be it growing up there or just flying/stopping in by plane or train.

Hope that helped!

Pokemon: New World

@Darkmoon Angel Great to hear! Tell me if you need any help with making your character, and I'm looking forward to seeing him/her!

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Pokemon: Legendary Reincarnate

Brief:

A character I made for a RP of legendary reincarnate kids that died after I posted my first post. Lemme write him and I’ll be happy.

Garvey Dalloway

Garvey Dalloway

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Male | 21 | Giratina | Sinnoh

Appearance:

Tall and lanky with grey eyes, Garvey sports a head of pink locks smoothed messily back with water. While he’s usually somewhere between annoyed and apathetic, his lips either curled or set in a firm line, people are usually distracted from his facial features by the large scar above his right eye, which he lets show with carefree bravado. Dark colors and slightly baggy clothes are his go-to, paired with well-worn sneakers and a cracked but functional wristwatch.

Background:

Garvey’s childhood was fraught with hardships and cut ties. His biological parents abandoned him at an orphanage early in his childhood, where he remained for most of his younger years due to prospective parents being put off by his hot-and-cold nature that saw him bouncing between bouts of complete withdrawal and inexplicable anger. By the time he grew old enough to understand what was happening, he was old enough to take to the streets, and so he did.

Out of the orphanage, Garvey performed odd jobs here and there to make a living. Usually they were exorcisms or purifications where he’d go in and resolve a Pokemon-related problem, most commonly one relating to ghost- or dark-types, but in reality he was often just persuading the Pokemon to move to a different location, or just find a different target that would later become a client. So he earned money in an uncouth and slight underhanded way—he had to make a living somehow. With only himself to count on, and later perhaps his group of vagabond Pokemon, Garvey wasn’t too sympathetic with the world. It wasn’t his fault most people were unable to connect with shadowy Pokemon like he was, and he was technically fixing problems for some people, even if he was causing them for others. The world hadn’t treated him well, but he’d found a way to survive despite that.

Soon enough, though, people started questioning his origins. There were many unsurfaced reincarnations, sure, but Garvey matched the general profile with his strange ability to connect to Pokemon. As a result, his nomadic lifestyle grew more mobile, and he became more withdrawn, wary of having people ask too many questions. He’d heard of the terrible things that happened to unlucky reincarnations, and his own spirit Pokemon hadn’t been regarded with favor even before the disaster. The Reincarnation Tournament, though, had come as a surprise—an unwilling one, perhaps, but one that Garvey decided to take up after deep consideration. His current lifestyle left him wanting, in a way, and maybe there was more to learn about his existence. Thus, he accepted the invitation, more interested in the information he might glean and receive than the tournament itself. However, though he hadn’t come for fame or glory, Garvey wouldn't go down easy either. He was neither a winner or a loser in life; he was a fighter.

Personality:

Born and raised in unkind circumstances, Garvey‘s developed an innate scrappiness to go along with his usual brand of annoyance. A frown or scowl is his default setting, if not a blank, uncaring front he puts up when he’s impatient or irritated. He’s also prone to anger, and though he’s gotten better at sensing, recognizing, and controlling the bouts, his control usually slips in tense situations.

Legendary Features:

From a young age, Garvey’s felt a connection to ghost- and dark-type Pokemon, perhaps because of their affiliation with the shadows. They’re drawn to him, as he is to them, and he’s often been able to sense them if they’re close. In addition, sometime during his childhood, Garvey found himself able to see what he would later realize is the Distortion World in mirrors and reflections. Though he is unable to enter it, he feels a strange yearning for it, as well as a fierce protectiveness over its existence.

Fusion Form

Garvey’s early fusion form will see Giratina’s gold horns emerging from his scar, which will lengthen and widen as his transformation progresses. His eyes will go red, and eventually black bands will appear around the skin at his joints.

• Dragon Breath
• Dark Pulse
• Ominous Wind
• Ancient Power

Pokemon

Pokemon Party:

Cortis — Sableye

____________________ Detect Shadow Sneak Night Shade Fury Swipes	Cortis Sableye ◼ ♂ ◼ Serious | Composed◼ Keen Eye A surprisingly calm and composed Sableye, Cortis tends away from pranks and antics like most of his species. Instead, he’s adopted refined mannerisms, standing straight and walking without the prowling stance common to Sableye. As Garvey’s first Pokemon, he’s been around for a while and is, in a way, a better-mannered version of his trainer with his practiced grace. During battle, though, he forgoes usual humbleness for tricks and underhanded tactics, cracking the sly grin he usually represses.

Nocta / “Noct” — Sneasel

____________________ Icy Wind Feint Attack Quick Attack Taunt	Nocta | “Noct” Sneasel ◼ ♀ ◼ Proud | Mischievous ◼ Pickpocket Noct loves shiny things almost as much as she loves herself. It’s a close second, and if she’s honest, most things—like her trainer or teammates—are a far third. Everything else falls too far below that for Noct to concern herself with them, though she might be tempted by gifts or flattery. Filching items from others is her favorite pastime, and in her defense she’s just borrowing for a long, long time. Garvey doesn't buy this excuse, of course, but both of them know that won’t stop her.

Loria / “Lori” — Nidoran ♀

____________________ Supersonic Peck Focus Energy Poison Sting	Loria | “Lori” Nidoran ◼ ♀ ◼ Careful | Reserved ◼ Poison Point Lori’s a hatchling picked off the streets by Garvey. Likely the runt of her clutch, she’s a small specimen, and her general demeanor shows an early life of losing tussles over scraps and only having herself to count on. She’s still a small thing, distrustful of Garvey and her new teammates, but she’s grateful for the trainer who provides her food, shelter, and somewhat unwanted guidance.

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Pokemon: Feudal Japan Samurai

Brief:

Another CS I never got to play out properly. Lemme know if feudal Japan/medieval Europe with Pokemon sounds fun to you, and if we can enthuse over Pokemon Conquest together.

Himiya Masahiro

Himiya Masahiro

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Male | 24 | Hotaru

Appearance:

Tall and lean with blue eyes and an ever-present frown over his pale features, Masahiro maintains a youthful, almost feminine appearance despite his age and status. His long, grey hair is tied back with a red string and usually in a bun for battle, and his choice of armor is light to allow him maximum agility on the field. Because he has several sets of armor, some ceremonial and some actually meant for battle, his field armor varies, as do his casual kimonos. He does, however, tend towards lighter colors both on and off the field, though he owns sets of red as well for formal occasions.

Weapons:

Masahiro’s primary weapons are his katana and tanto, which make up his daisho set and have matching scabbards engraved with the Yatsuhiro royal crest. Their hilts are made of a bronze-gold alloy, his katana featuring the Hotaru royal emblem and his tanto bearing his family crest. These hang at his hip and are used for close quarters combat.

In addition to his swords, Masahiro uses a yumi, a longbow he carries under his arm when in use and stores on his Altaria when not in use. Similarly, his quiver is also stored either on his Altaria or on his back. Though Masahiro wields his sword with skill, his true talents are with the bow and arrow, especially while riding his Altaria.

Equipment:

Masahiro often brings a satchel of basic items with him when he’s travelling. This usually contains bandages and ointment for scrapes and sores as well as a spool of red string for tying things, be it his hair or quiver. In addition, he brings along some herbs for his Pokemon: powdered herbs to heal, reenergize, and revive his Pokemon if necessary, bought from herbalists back in Hotaru. This satchel he keeps either on himself or on his Altaria, and apart from that he has a small pouch of coins he carries on his person.

Background:

Hailing from a frontrunning daimyo family of Hotaru, Masahiro received an early education common for a daimyo’s second son, being tutored in literature, arts, and military skills. Though he showed early talent with the bow, his family had him focus on his studies, prolonging his adolescence to avoid his coming-of-age ceremony, which would guarantee his presence in the front ranks of the battlefield. At the time, Hotaru had seen some rifts with Sher, a country to the west of Atlas that, according to stories, was built on blood and battle. War seemed imminent, and where the people of Sher seemed to celebrate the coming of war, those of Hotaru saw it as an honorable duty to fulfill and triumph in.

When war finally broke out, Masahiro saw it largely from within the country, fighting only a few battles with his father’s forces. From behind the battlefields, the loss seemed to come as a surprise, but Hotaru saw the reality in battle: Sher was simply too strong, too bloodthirsty. Unlike his fellow samurai, the Sher fought with a fervor the Hotaruans did not have, and their prevailing was a byproduct of this. Though Masahiro didn’t fight in the front lines like his father or elder brothers, he took this lesson with him as he grew, remembering the Sheran’s ruthlessness whenever he trained. Similarly, he applied this mindset in everyday life, rushing into the samurai ranks after his coming of age ceremony and fighting up the newly-opened positions. As the second son of the Himiya daimyo, he had a chance of becoming daimyo in the scenario his older brother passed away, but Masahiro wasn’t content to idle and wait for that opportunity. In order to fulfill his duty to his country and god, he needed to be doing the most he could, and he couldn’t do that by waiting for a position he might not get. Instead, Masahiro opted to make a name for himself to perhaps prove himself worthy of inheriting another daimyo’s house, should they lack worthy heirs to pass their assets down to. It was here that his age started working against him, since there were many qualified candidates for daimyo positions, and though Masahiro had proven himself as a high-ranking samurai under his father, other daimyo households would hardly acknowledge a position in his own house.

It was then that Masahiro was introduced to the Firebrand Tourneys. Though he’d always been a retainer of the emperor by virtue of being the son of a daimyo, he hadn’t become a retainer in practice until his entrance into the military as a samurai, and his newness made those under him question his inexperience. Fighting in the war before one reached adulthood was not really fighting, in many eyes, and though Masahiro had done well on the battlefield, the war’s ultimate loss attested to an overall testament of failure on the part of the nation’s military forces at the time. That said, the rise of the young emperor Yatsuhiro ushered in a new era for Hotaru—a new age for the nation to prove itself. The country’s successes in the tourney were, in this case, vital towards regaining its respect in the eyes of the other nations since the tournaments are held in Sher’s capital, and Masahiro knew that in order to rise further, he would have to be a part of that effort. As such, he sought out an invitation from the emperor to be one of the champions in the next Firebrand Tourney, intent on proving himself as capable both as a commander under his emperor and god.

Personality:

Though he often wears a frown, Masahiro’s frown is more of the pensive sort, and he wields a quiet nature that utilizes both forethought and reflection to go about his daily life. His experiences push him to be ruthless and utilitarian in his ways, but his religion tempers this by encouraging him to honor and appreciate those around him. Since honor is a vital part of Hotaruan culture and life, violating one’s honor is the most sacrilegious thing one could do, and Masahiro takes poorly to those who dishonor their heritage or any of his own values, regardless of what they might believe. That said, while he may be disapproving of certain folk, he will do his best to treat them with respect unless they do not do the same back, though he can come off as a bit short when interacting with them. He keeps his opinions private for the most part, but he is not afraid to challenge authority if it violates his moral code, save for his emperor, who he sees as a direct conduit of his god.

Meiryō — Altaria

___________________ Ice Beam Moonblast Dragon Pulse Roost	Meiryō | ‘ Ryō ’ Altaria ◼ ♂ ◼ Calm | Graceful ◼ Cloud Nine Masahiro’s first Pokemon, who Masahiro got as a gift at his coming-of-age ceremony, Ryo has been through thick and thin with the samurai, fighting at his side from his first days as a young nobleman on the training ground. He’s often found with Masahiro’s bow and arrow when the samurai isn’t using them, and he carries himself with effortless elegance, his movements gentle yet marked and precise. Level-headed with a streak of introspection that mirrors Masahiro’s own, Ryo is of the adaptable sort, willing to both lead and follow as long as he agrees.

Eibin — Fletchling

___________________ Flame Charge Razor Wind Acrobatics Roost	Eibin Fletchling ◼ ♀ ◼ Bold | Proud ◼ Gale Wings The Pokemon Masahiro is in the process of rearing, Eibin was taken in by Masahiro after his promotion in the samurai ranks. An abundance of flying-types among the nobility of Hotaru has allowed such Pokemon to grow numerous in the region, and the daimyo of the nation are the most common owners of such Pokemon, since they have ties to the national religion as well. Eibin in particular was given to Masahiro as an egg, and he raised her from birth, hand feeding her until she grew old enough to fly on her own. From there it was training for the bull-headed flying-type, and Masahiro is working on tempering both her personality and her fire.

TL;DR:

A high-ranking Hotaru samurai looking to prove himself by winning the Firebrand Tourney for his nation, Hotaru.

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Raffaella “Ella” Cecamore

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Female | “Ella” | 16

Appearance:

Standing at a comfortable 5’6”, Ella tends towards heeled boots to accentuate her lithe figure, but she swaps for flatter ones when on the road. Her blond hair reaches mid-back, and she prefers a heavy parka over any amount of layers and sweaters, though she wears them all in the cold. She’s often found with a kind smile, and she maintains a carefully curated appearance that only seems effortless.

Background:

Born and raised in Saffron City as the only child of two middle-class parents in fields barely related to Pokemon, Ella’s desire to become a trainer blossomed and grew through her childhood as she followed elite trainers on the screen and in the news. She quickly realized that it took more than just a strong team to make a successful trainer, and she’s frequented trainer schools ever since, brushing up on the basics while internalizing lessons from the screen for the nonessential plusses. Besides being decently palatable, there was being likable, standing for strong ideals, and having an ‘angle’ to attract an audience. Since she figures she has ample time to find an angle, she’s focusing on the other aspects at the moment, steadily working up to be a suitable public figure. After all, she wanted more than just a simple trainer income and a life on the road, and if being able to train Pokemon and inspire others was part of the package, then even better.

Personality:

Ella’s a pretty picture. Her smiles and manners give credit to her image of being an all-around nice girl, and she backs this up with her kindness to those around her. Breaking up her refined image is a penchant for klutziness, from slipping and tripping on nothing in particular to following through on silly ideas. Aside from that, she might make a few deadpan statements or light teases here and there, but none of those seem intentional on her part.

This is only when she has company, though; alone, Ella’s more subdued, more calm and collected. She’s one who thinks before she jumps, as much as she acts like she’s one who simply jumps, and the only time this might show to others is when she works with her Pokemon. While she would smile and apologize for any outcome in her favor, citing beginner’s luck or good fortune, it’s usually anything but. That said, she truly does value her friends and Pokemon as well as honor and dedication. It’s just honesty she has trouble with since she finds that it’s often easier to gain someone’s trust when she’s actively trying to, and actively trying to might mean a few white lies here and there. But no harm in a little dishonesty if it makes someone happy, right?

Pokemon

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Quinn — Nidoran ♀ Quinn Nidoran ♀ ◼ ♀ ◼ Calm | Collected ◼ Poison Point As Ella’s first Pokemon, Quinn is and continues to be a grounding presence in Ella’s life, helping Ella in more ways than she can count. She has a quiet disposition and will often choose to watch scenes play out rather than comment, though she’s able to assert her presence when needed. Supporting Ella and her teammates is something she does well as the kind, mature personality on the team, and she’s the closest thing the team has to a mom.		Fabs — Clefairy Fabio | Fabs Clefairy ◼ ♂ ◼ Jolly | Kind ◼ Magic Guard Fabs is fabulous and that should be obvious from his name. Ella saw him dancing under the moonlight on one of Mt. Moon’s ledges and was instantly smitten, pleading that he come along on her journey, so he deigned to agree. He graces her team with a flair that it would certainly otherwise lack, and though he doesn’t love battling, he does enjoy the spotlight, and that alone is often enough.

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Setsumi “Sumi” Muromachi

Setsumi Muromachi

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The Graceful Tea Master

^{Female | “Sumi” | Floaroma Town | 23}

Appearance:

True to her graceful mannerisms, Sumi dresses her small, slight frame in traditional clothing, which requires a semi-elaborate morning and night routine each day. She wears this with effortless ease, a gentle smile to match her amber eyes regardless of what time she might have awoken. In fact, it can be argued that Sumi is never underdressed for the occasion, and few people—if any—have ever seen her out of a kimono or yukata. While the exact patterns and accessories of her outfit might change with the seasons, transitioning smoothly from plum blossoms to maple leaves and cranes throughout the year, the elegance and grace she exudes never does.

Personality:

Sumi is a calm and gentle soul with an endless pool of love and respect for all things. Normally both the listening ear and the shoulder to cry on, she shows an extremely high amount of patience for most things, often acting as a mediator and a caretaker. However, though usually quiet and reassuring, she’s quite able to establish her presence when necessary, wielding a cool, cutting grace. Though she lives by her own high standards, she holds others up to a lesser, but still relatively substantial one, seeing it as a means to encourage them to improve themselves. While she has a competitive streak, it’s heavily tempered and personalized, and she sees losing as an opportunity for improvement and encouragement of the opponent.

That all said, despite Sumi’s seemingly endless amount of patience, she does have a shorter fuse for some things, and when she runs through this fuse the situation can become… messy. Few people like talking about when she’s mad, though there are rumors about how scary she can be. If one thing’s for sure, it’s that it’s rare not to see Sumi with a smile on her face, so pray that it stays there.

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Background:

Floaroma Town was always known as the town of flowers, where colors bloom year-round and impart the air with an undispellable perfume, and it was among these sprawling fields of flowers that Sumi was raised, taught to watch and appreciate rather than pick or trample. Delicacy was as much a must with raising grass-types as it was with raising certain types of flora, and just as different types of care are required for different species of bloom, differing touches were required for different Pokemon, each of whom would be unique and individual in themselves.

Though some might call her upbringing in the local tea house rigid, even harsh, Sumi never saw it as such. While there were moments that had driven her to tears, there were also moments of extreme tenderness, of raw admiration and heartfelt appreciation, and it was these moments that stayed with Sumi as she left on her trainer journey at the young age of thirteen. With her went her care and respect for everything around her, and as she made friends along her journey, toughening up to the scrapes and bruises gained in battle alongside them, she also found in herself something all trainers who go far do: A sharp, unyielding desire to win.

This competitive edge drove her far from home, but eventually she returned, all her lessons intact. Battles and victories has only gone to temper the lessons she’d learned so long ago, and she arrived home as the Floaroma Gym Leader, the grass-type expert of the region whose gentle touch could tame the most temperamental of flora and fauna. With her arrival came the growing emphasis of culture and love in the town, transforming Floaroma from a simple settlement amongst flower pastures into a center of gentle festivities and appreciation for all things. Tourism boomed, and under Sumi’s watchful eye, no flowers were trampled with willful intent, and each visitor left with some more appreciation for their surroundings than they arrived with.

Five years later, after achieving a level of stability within the town that could even be called stagnancy after her studies finished, Sumi set her sights on the horizon: A position as an Elite leader, holding more influence if not a higher status than a mere gym leader. And, since the things she chose to neglect numbered few, a year was all it took to brush up her old team for new heights. Off she went again, this time settling in the League offices where she again established a cultural center, though smaller this time. There, she saw visitors and challengers alike, inviting them to attend a tea ceremony to calm their spirits before they underwent the strain of their final trainer trials. It’s here that she’s been for the last two years, bringing culture and respect to a group that desperately needs more of it, in her opinion.

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Onkō — Whimsicott

___________________ Psychic U-turn Shadow Ball Toxic	Onkō Whimsicott ◼ ♀ ◼ Timid | Spritely ◼ Infiltrator Onko is small, and she always has been. She’s a flighty, shy specimen who Sumi groomed to health after she came into the young girl’s care. Though she remains equally petite in size now, she’s in tip-top condition, fast more ways than one. However, her retention of her shy demeanor makes her no more of a threat on the battlefield since her true confidence is found in both her trainer’s presence and the pride she takes in her victory count. As Sumi’s de facto assistant during her tea ceremonies, Onko acts as an assistant, helping Sumi set up her pieces. When needed, she’s also able to whip up gentle breezes to and cycle new air into the room.

Kane — Bronzong

___________________ Stealth Rock Psychic Earthquake Signal Beam	Kane Bronzong ◼ ⚥ ◼ Sassy | Temperamental ◼ Levitate While Kane first met Sumi as a rather slow and heavy Bronzor struggling to stay afloat, under her care they became the polished Bronzong they now are, at least physically. Though they’re still a little rough around the edges personality-wise, often short-tempered despite the situation, Sumi’s working on it with them During Sumi’s tea ceremonies, Kane welcomes and thanks the guest as they come and leave. Ideally, they do this with a single calm, composed strike of their bell, but in reality they often end up creating a ruckus. Sumi’s working with them on this too.

Sonchō — Leavanny

___________________ Poison Jab Steel Wing Aerial Ace Knock Off	Sonchō | ‘ Chō ’ Leavanny ◼ ♂ ◼ Jolly | Responsible ◼ Infiltrator Chō is always upbeat, always down for whatever Sumi has planned for the day. He’s the sunny face of the team, and Sumi is constantly thankful of how responsible he is. In fact, he’s often the one looking out for his teammates, which is something Sumi appreciates just as much as his constant smile. Ever the smiling musician, Chō is in charge of background music, strumming a makeshift leaf guitar he fashioned with the help of his teammates and his own wit. He’s not great at it yet, per se, but he’s practicing and getting better.

Niru — Torkoal

___________________ Earthquake Explosion Stone Edge Will-O-Wisp	Niru Torkoal ◼ ♀ ◼ Bold | Stubborn ◼ Drought Nevermind moving a little slow, Niru acts like she’s from the last century, scorning anything she doesn’t understand for the simple comforts of life. This makes her a bit of a stubborn snob when it comes to accommodations, and she’s perhaps the pickiest eater on the team. Come mealtime, it isn’t strange for Sumi to spend a little more time whipping Niru something up on the side, though she doesn’t mind since Niru pulls her weight and more on the field. As the designated fire source, Niru helps light and maintain fires during Sumi’s tea ceremonies, tending a steady flame for the kettle. Her presence saves Sumi from having to deal with the soot and smoke of traditional coal fires, and in return Niru likes to pilfer a bite or two from the kaiseki courses if Sumi’s not watching. Naturally, Sumi’s learned to watch—and serve some extra.

Kuzu — Crawdaunt

___________________ Ice Beam Sludge Wave X-Scissor Superpower	Kuzu Crawdaunt ◼ ♂ ◼ Adamant | Selfish ◼ Adaptability Kuzu is by far the least kind of Sumi’s Pokemon, and she doesn’t say that with pride. What she will say, though, is that despite his selfishness and oft-present instinct to stir the pot, he’s still able to deliver when it counts. While he’s not the nicest, it can be argued that he’s the strongest, be it because he tends towards conflict or not. Sumi’s resident water bearer, Kuzu helps transport water from Victory Road’s waterfall into Sumi’s humble tea house. Though he’s not particularly picky about his water, he’s still relatively territorial about it, and he has a tendency to get riled up if he spots another Pokemon in the same body of water.

Onbin — Snorlax

___________________ Sleep Talk Ice Punch Fire Punch Earthquake	Onbin Snorlax ◼ ♂ ◼ Careful | Gentle ◼ Thick Fat Onbin is the gentle giant of the group, quiet despite his size. Though he’s unable to be as silent as he’d like by virtue of his body, he does his best, moving slowly and quietly through his days. Naps and food are some of his favorite things, and joining Onbin for either will pretty much guarantee a positive opinion from him. While his usual kindness is utilized as dedication to his trainer in battle, let it never be said that he’s a sore loser, or a disrespectful winner. Aside from doing the heavy lifting when it’s required, Onbin is often present for the resting portion of the tea ceremony, gently snoring away in the corner after food has been served. He’s pretty hard to wake up, yes, but Sumi’s made accommodations to the tea room to make sure he fits without getting in the way.

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Challenge Pokemon

These are the Pokemon Sumi originally trained for her Gym and later trained again for her Elite Four spot. They’re pretty standard specimens though she’ll still claim they’re unique in their own ways, and they came into Sumi’s care via League-affiliated breeders or adoption in cases when they had no other home.

Musubi Musubi ___________________________________ Tangrowth ◼ ♂ ◼ Sassy | Mischievous ◼ Regenerator || Focus Blast || Sludge Bomb || Earthquake || Aerial Ace		Shō Shō ___________________________________ Tropius ◼ ♀ ◼ Bold | Upfront ◼ Harvest || Roost || Earthquake || Steel Wing || Toxic
Kiki Kiki ___________________________________ Ludicolo ◼ ♀ ◼ Modest | Sunny ◼ Own Tempo || Ice Beam || Focus Blast || Fire Punch || Thunder Punch		Ganjō Ganjō ___________________________________ Ferrothorn ◼ ♂ ◼ Careful | Quiet ◼ Iron Barbs || Stealth Rock || Leech Seed || Thunder Wave || Poison Jab

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TL;DR:

Traditionalist tea maiden who always smiles. Don’t make her mad.

HxH: 108 Stars [High Casual Fantasy Adventure]

Super interested 0_0 Will be creeping around until I have time to get a CS done

Claymore: The Deep Abyss of Purgatory

Moerae sensed the Yoma’s rage a second before the command was issued, the sudden spike of bloodthirsty Yoki bursting forth as it issued its order. Despite her forewarning, however, Moerae was unprepared when a red-colored Yoma sprang forth and chomped into one of the humans in line beside her. She was ready a second later, Claymore in hand and the red-skinned Yoma at her feet, gurgling as the Claymore looked for her next target.

“Mommy!” a high-pitched voice screamed, a child running over and collapsing over the bloody body that was already cooling. “Mommy!”

How pitiful and sad, Moerae thought, registering the child as she cut down another brave Yoma who was willing to test its chances. Not so much thinking her thoughts as looking down condescendingly at the humans, Moerae realized that humans were almost completely helpless against Yoma. They had neither the wit to realize that they were in danger, being unable to differentiate Yoma from humans, nor the physical requirements to do the only thing they seemed to know how to: run. I suppose Claymore are needed, in that sense.

The crowd of Claymore who had been calmly watching the killing games had long since dispersed, the various single digits cutting down weaker Yoma one after the other. Raynald had headed directly for the source of the Yoki outburst, figuring that dispatching the leader was the fastest way to end everything. He wasn’t planning on spending too much time here, not even on behalf of Ansgar’s interest in the new Claymore. He’d seen enough — she was a defensive type, most likely, and her skills were similar to his own in that they both specialized in Yoki sensing. One day, perhaps, she’d be strong — perhaps as strong or even stronger than him — but right now she was merely a new recruit, unfamiliar with her power and the norms of hunting Yoma.

Ansgar, unlike the goal-orientated Reynald, was currently running through the streets, cutting down whatever unfortunate bunch of Yoma he came across. “Are none of you strong?” he hollered at the fearful monsters who recognized his strength — cowards, the lot of them. “Are none of you capable of challenging me?”

Hearing the lead Claymore’s shout, Moerae was momentarily struck by how reckless, how idiotic Ansgar was. But, then again, he could afford such idiocy, and he was perhaps the only one that could.

“Get everyone to that building over there,” Moerae told the line of terrified humans as she cut an arm off a charging Yoma, kicking it off to the side. “The other Claymores have cleared it out already and are moving to clear out the rest of town. I’ll stay and guard everyone.”

The winded Yoma — one arm less but twice as angry — charged again, frothy spittle flying as it roared towards the female Claymore. Moerae angled her sword, thrusting it forwards so that it stabbed right through the center of the Yoma’s torso before swinging it to the right, cutting through its heart. Beside her, the humans didn’t budge, instead watching in silent awe as the Yoma came crashing down, only to be replaced by another one of its angry brethren.

“Go! What are you doing?” Moerae demanded, preparing to cut the newcomer down as well but still risking a glance at the unmoving line of likely casualties. The bloodied child sobbed on, wailing at his loss as the villagers huddled together in fear. They’re angry — at me, Moerae realized with surprise, registering the burning emotion in the humans’ eyes. But why? Am I not helping them — saving them?

The battle raged on, however, and Moerae narrowly ducked a mantis-like Yoma's arcing slash, severing it at its knees instead. She could consider everything humans seemed to think later -- there was a battle to be fought right now.

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@lazarus

Pokemon: New Journey

— Coraick City —

Korie froze at the boy’s words. At first she’d pegged him as the adorable and unassuming type that had just so get mixed in with the bad crowd — namely, Evian — but now she could see that such was not the case. I guess bird of a feather really do flock together, she thought, turning and slapping on a smile for Grey, the self-crowned “best trainer” in Coraick.

“Nice to meet you, Grey,” Korie said in greeting. “I’m Korie. Tell me — do you and Evian sit at tables and rehearse crummy lines together or something?” she asked, not bothering to pull any punches. If anything, a little bite would teach “Grey” not to go around ignoring social customs.

"Um..." Grey had to think about this. He and Evian did not normally sit together. They had, however, kind of rehearsed lines, so that part was true. Whether they were crummy or not-- well Evian had said it would be a cool thing to say but now she was saying something different. He was seriously confused, not to mention unsure of what to say. Well, the answer was mostly no, right? "Not really." The answer was sufficient. But now he didn't know what to say.

So he'd been spotted. Damn. Evian's eyes met Grey's; he looked clueless. He debated going over or just leaving. Choices, choices. If he left, he could wander around for awhile and do whatever, but if he stayed, maybe something interesting could come out of it. At the very least, he could troll the fuck out of them. So he hopped up and strolled over a few steps, planting himself in the barstool next to Korie. "Hey Kitten, hey Glum, fancy seeing you all here!" He clasped his hands with exaggerated gusto. "How's everyone doing this evening?"

Grey wasn't sure why Evian was asking how they all were-- after all, they'd just been speaking moments before. It would make sense to ask Korie, but not himself. He raised his hand anyways. "I'm okay." Just in case they didn't know, he would be sure to tell them.

“Cute, Evian. Acting as if you hadn't just come from the same table Grey just left,” Korie said, feeling the onset of exasperation creeping up. Why had she thought it'd be a good idea to talk to Evian anyway, let alone anyone he hung out with. “Well, I'm basically done with my meal now, so I'll be taking my leave,” she said. The boy who'd introduced himself as Grey seemed rather flummoxed at the entire situation, and Korie felt a little bad for brushing him off, but if he insisted on going along with Evian there was nothing she could do about it.

“Thanks for the meal. I'll leave my bill here,” she said to the bartender, who nodded in response. Pulling out a few paper bills, Korie counted a rough estimate of what her food cost, plus a light tip. It went a little over, but she was willing to pay the extra bit to get away from Evian.

“I'll be heading out then. Coraick forest -- if you two are done being chlldren,” Korie said curtly. As much as she would have liked to walk out on them, the prospect of a training buddy -- especially in the woods at night, when the nocturnal Pokemon came out to play -- was a fairly tempting. Plus, she could see that Grey -- although a little blank and socially awkward -- didn't have the same irritating vibe Evian oozed, so Korie was willing to risk it dealing with the other two trainers for a little longer.

Oh geez, she couldn't take a joke, could she? Obviously he knew that she had seen him come from the table-- he had only been trying to play around. It was kind of entertaining though, seeing her get all pissy for no reason. Still, here he was trying to be friendly, sauntering over to ask how she was doing and she had to get all huffy over it for no reason. Did she think he was out to get her? Puh-lease, as if she were that important. What a drama queen. Almost impressed with her ability to get fired up for no reason, Evian shrugged, a bubble of laughter escaping him. "All I did was ask how you were. So cold. Brrrr, Korie!" He shuddered, rubbing his arms, then held up his hands innocently, a questioning and worried look on his face.

Evian seemed to make Korie upset, Grey was realizing. When it came to reading other people, he was clueless, but there were sharp changes in the other girl's demeanor that definitely pointed to a shift in mood. Or something like that. Right? Gah, people were so confusing. Why was she so different now? All Evian had done was ask how she was doing. And she'd mentioned his line had been crummy-- but why? Had Evian said that Korie didn't like him? He didn't remember. Grey wasn't sure what to do. He considered Evian a friend already made, but even if Korie wasn't his friend yet, he liked her. Had it been him... well, his past exposure cumulated in zero experience to go off of. "...." He struggled for what to say. What was he supposed to do in this situation? "... Are you okay?" He wished he could mimic the way other people spoke, but it came off as flat and uninterested, which probably made it sound abrasive more than anything.

"Yes, are you feeling alright, Korie?" Evian rubbed his chin, observing her thoughtfully.

Pausing, Korie looked over at Grey, giving him a long, blank stare. While Evian said the usual stuff — something about how amazing he was, and something about how Korie was overreacting — Grey seemed to be trying to express genuine concern. At least, that’s what his words seem like, Korie thought, looking into the black-haired boy’s equally blank eyes. But then again, he could just be kidding around. Great poker face, this one.

“I’m fine, Grey. Evian just has a special knack for brushing me the wrong way,” she said, shrugging. “Guess that’s one of his many talents — or only. Thanks for asking, though. Tell me — how did you come to travel with the likes of Evian, of all people?”

Not known to them, Grey's Squirtle had actually popped out of its pokeball a while ago. When it happened or how it happened, it was unclear. While the place they were in was crowded, and the little blue turtle had not gone unnoticed by the patrons, most of them just pointed and laughed, thinking nothing of it. It was a clear night, the food was good, and no one was really bothered by a harmless squirtle going around.

Until the shelled pokemon wandered into the kitchen. There, a myriad of enticing aromas wafted around him, so thick and delicious, he felt himself sticking out his tongue just to try and taste the air. Shuffling shoes and clacking heels passed by him, but he was just deft enough to avoid them. He was a pokemon, and these human feet seemed to be slow moving compared to what he had faced in battle. Right now however, he felt more fired up than he had ever in any combat. Because food! A huge chilled bowl of berries caught his attention; they were on the island that sat in the middle of the large kitchen. Wasting no time, he jumped up and dived in.

At Korie's question to Grey, the two boys eyes flickered to each other and met briefly. Evian only careened his head slightly, a smile on his face, which didn't tell Grey anything. He reached up and started twisting his ashy brown hair, pulling a face. He was feeling a little conflicted and uncomfortable. He was now about sure that Korie was upset, but he also felt sure that Evian did nothing wrong. Yet he also felt like something was missing in this whole equation, so his assumptions were probably still incorrect. This was giving him a headache.

How was he supposed to answer this question anyways? It felt like a trap. Telling Korie his feelings seemed like a terrible idea, not that he wanted to. Nor did he want to bring attention to the fact that he'd spent a good chunk of time shopping just to see her because it was embarrassing to admit so much effort. He wasn't much of a talker in the first place, and not only because he was shy. He could barely muster talking to his parents either, even though he loved them and was comfortable around them. So he came up with the most succint, honest answer he could. "Too much to explain, it's not important." It definitely came off as dismissive. Rude, even.

But before any of that could even be registered, an angry and thunderous shouting was heard. The clashing and clanging of pots and pans, muffled exclamations of surprise from the back, and then the swinging door to the back flung open, a jet of water bursting out from behind it.

What the hell? Evian thought. Luckily there were no customers in the (what appeared to be) water gun's target; it only left a huge, unattractive wet mark on the wall though, narrowly missing some folks and a bewildered waiter who had spilled the food he was trying to deliver on the floor.

"WHOSE SQUIRTLE IS THIS!" A beefy man with a bandana and a gold name tag came out. "THIS IS A NO POKEMON ESTABLISHMENT!" He was running to catch the bright blue little fellow, but Squirtle managed to scramble through and find his trainer. It was easy, considering his trainer was a taller than most people type human. He loomed over practically everyone.

"Squirtle?" Grey blinked, not properly registering what was going on. Squirtle clung to the leg of Grey's jeans, a 'I did something bad' look on his face.

"YOU THREE! Which one of you's responsible for that pokemon?! You know we could get a healthcare violation for this? Cops are on their way, you all stay the hell put!" The manager growled, coming in hot. "That one's already caused property damage!"

"Run," Evian hissed.

But they hadn't paid, Grey thought, yet he was soon whirled out the door, and into the night, Squirtle barely hanging on but a now gleeful look on his face.

The escape from Wolfwing's lair

@Hekazu We'll be waiting then! Hope that whatever it is goes well (and finishes up tidily in time for you to post) :)

Pokemon: New World

Leisy Takigawa

— Feyhollow —

“The Cutiefly was agitated and lashing out, so we had to paralyze him,” Leisy explained to the elderly couple as they approached. “Florence is a nurse in training, and she was watching over him, so I’m sure he’s fine.”

The return exchange with the couple went well, and the girls were again offered some homemade sweets in thanks as the couple left them with gratitude and hope that they’d find the final missing Cutiefly. Florence’s silence was — although covered by the couple’s thanks and Ella and Leisy’s awkwardness — noticeable, and Leisy looked over multiple times to see if the brown-haired girl was alright.

“Florence, are you alright?” Leisy asked when the couple had left. Was the girl feeling down because of how the Cutiefly had been treated? Since both of her parents were Pokemon scientists, Leisy wasn’t a stranger to seeing Pokemon be put in sub-optimal situations. Though it wasn’t the best of ways to deal with the Cutiefly — a Sleep Powder would have been better — the girls had little choice then, and Leisy didn’t feel like they were at fault. Besides, again, any treatment the Cutiefly had undergone was all of the girls’ faults, not just Florence’s.

“Let’s go find that final Cutiefly,” she said, figuring a subject change would be better than talking more about it. She hoped that this way, Florence would be able to deal with her troubles herself, which was the way Leisy preferred to do it. “Should we try another park? Forests usually are pretty dangerous at night, but I suppose that — with the three of us — we could manage.”

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Leisy’s Pokedex

Rank: Skilled
Organization: Helping Hand Guild

TP: 201 +1 +1(HHG bonus) +(sunset) = 206

Inventory:

• Pokeball x 2
• Great ball x 2
• Rare Candy x 2
• Twisted Spoon

Pokemon:

• Bidein “Dei” ♂ — Fletchinder (23 +3(sunset) = 26)
• Naunet ♀ — Prinplup (26)
• Devinco “Devi” ♂ — Pupitar (34)
• Cassia “Sia” ♀ — Ekans (3)
• Tyrus ♂ — Gastly (5)
• Animo “Nemo” ♂ — Sewaddle (2)
• Liciae “Lissy” ♀ — Purrloin (4)

@luckyblackcat

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Cillian Weiss

— Tefan Village —

His camera memory cleared out — either by just deletion, or by deletion after uploading the photo into his laptop — Cillian spent the rest of the train ride perusing through information on Tefan Village. It seemed the village’s heat was due to its proximity to Mt. Jerimus, an active volcano — a rather poor geographical choice, if you asked Cillian, but no one had — and was thus home to many a fire-, dark-, and even dragon-type.

Dragon-types! Cillian’s eyes hovered over the word for one, two, three seconds before they found themselves drawn to the mountain out the window. If there was one type of Pokemon Cillian had always wanted, it was a dragon-type. Strong, tough, and capable of taking to the seas and the sky, the magnificent beings had always enchanted Cillian — more than he’d like to admit. Priding himself on his objectiveness when it came to selecting Pokemon, the natural choice would have been to choose a fairy-type, but that group of Pokemon just didn’t have the allure dragons seemed to exude without effort.

The area around Jerimus was noted to have been “very hot” and an excellent endurance training site, although Cillian wasn’t sure how his own Pokemon would fare. Hazmat, being a fire-type, would probably embrace scorching heat with open arms, but his teammates wouldn’t be so fond of it. Both Kelby and Decus would wither in the heat, drying out, as would Mitti — whom Cillian wasn’t planning on bringing out at all, since the grass-type wouldn’t like any part of the supposedly arid climate.

“This should be our stop,” Cillian said when the train pulled to a halt. A grin on his face, he exited the train with a jump, landing with both feet on the granite station platform as he took a deep breath in — and promptly coughed. “It’s—cough—dry here,” he said, shuffling around his bag for his water bottle and downing half of it. He’d have to get it refilled — and soon.

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Cillian’s Pokedex

Rank: Skilled
Organization: Helping Hand Guild

TP: 165 +1 +1(HHG) +(sunset) = 170 TP
Inventory:

• Pokeball x 2
• Rare Candy x 2
• Heal Ball

Pokemon:

• Hazmat “Haz” ♂ — Charmander > Charmeleon(20)
• Kelby “Kelb” ♂ — Mudkip > Mareshtomp (20)
• Decus ♂ — Scyther (12 +3(sunset) = 15)
• Mitis “Mitti” ♂ — Bulbasaur (11)
• Unnamed ♂ — Scraggy (2)
• Unnamed — Magnemite (1)
• Unnamed ♂ — Rockruff (1)

@silver fox@toadropes

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Shanae Eller

— Ironforge —

“It took off in the direction of the rubble towards the west of town, so that’s where we should head next,” Shanae was saying, scanning over the map on her Pokedex as she waited for her Pokemon to be healed. She and Martin had headed to the Pokemon Center immediately after their encounter with the fire-type — a Darmanitan, as it turns out. If nothing else, the battle had allowed Shanae to get a clear glimpse of the culprit Pokemon. The large red primate matched the job description, and its Rapid Spin packed a punch that also fit the bill. “We’ll head there now, right after our Pokemon—”

A growl emanated from Marvin’s stomach, and the boy flushed red. Shanae paused, considering her own hunger level. With her odd work schedule — business meetings here and there, peppered with late nights and odd morning hours — she had developed an immunity to hunger, meaning that she was able to ignore it until a more convenient time. Although she usually tried to get food into her system around the correct times — breakfast at seven, lunch at twelve, and dinner at six — it hadn’t always worked out, although Shanae didn’t mind it either.

“Let’s stop for dinner first,” Shanae said, pocketing her Pokeballs. “I’m starving too.”

After a brief discussion — during which Marvin looked rather relieved — they settled on getting some food for the go.

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Shanae’s Pokedex

Rank: Skilled
Organization: Helping Hand Guild [Founder]

TP: 90 +1 +1(HHG) +(sunset) = 95

Inventory:

• Pokeball x 2
• Great Ball x 1 (mission)

Pokemon:

• Ebon ♂ — Houndour (16 +3(sunset) = 19)
• Turris ♂ — Lairon (32)
• Dius ♂ — Trapinch (25)
• Amatorius ♂ — Jigglypuff (15)
• Alcedo “Alci” ♀ — Joltik (6)
• Otiosus “Oti” ♂ — Lombre (15)
• Endymion “Endy” ♂ — Lapras (31)
  
  Pokemon Reserves:

  • ♀ — Hoppip (2)

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152CP