'Misplaced the Pokeballs?' Haskell thought, 'A bit unorthodox, this guy.'
He was seated along the back row, with Eevee curled up on his lap. He listened close to what the professor had to say. This business about a villainous team wasn't much different than what he'd heard about others in his travels, but he could tell by Tsuga's body language that something was off. There must be other details that the professor wasn't letting on about. Regardless, Haskell didn't ask any questions.
The idea of teaming up didn't excite Haskell very much, but after a bit of thought he decided that Eevee might appreciate having some other people around. Haskell spoke, "What do you think, Eevee? See anyone worth talking to?"
Eevee snapped out of her casual daydreaming and scanned around the room. There were a lot of choices, but nobody stood out to her immediately. She couldn't help but be indecisive, as Haskell had put her on the spot without warning. After a few minutes Eevee's face contorted in slight annoyance, then she buried her head under her tail.
Haskell raised an eyebrow, but quickly turned his attention back to the professor. He'd figure out the group situation later, but for now he was interested in hearing if Tsuga had anything more to say.
Haskell stood from his seat, grateful that someone had cut off the television. He hadn't been watching the screen, but Haskell heard what he could only guess were the ravings of a madman. He strode out onto the loading ramp of the ferry, and then on to the dock. The temperature was perfect for his winter outfit. It would save him having to stop somewhere to change into his lighter clothes.
Haskell spotted a trainer conversing with a rather scruffy looking man, and overheard something about meeting in a lab. Haskell surmised that the man must be the region's professor. He made a mental note of this lab meeting, it would probably be a good idea to stop there before starting his journey in Kosei.
Eevee's silver head emerged from within Haskell's backpack. She yawned with a squeak, then began looking around whilst adjusting to the sunlight. Eevee's gaze locked on to one of the many wind turbines around the city, and she hummed curiously. Haskell turned his head to see what had piqued her interest, and spoke as a smile drew across his face, "Beautiful machines. They're called wind turbines. You'll be seeing plenty of them around here." They watched it spin for a short while, but Haskell soon remembered that they had places to be, and, realizing that there were several other trainers here, didn't particularly want to get stopped and play introductions.
Haskell eased past a small group of trainers that seemed to be doing just that, and felt glad not to be caught up in it. He paid little interest to their appearances or their Pokemon, instead keeping an eye out for this laboratory as he opened a gap between him and the crowd that had disembarked from the boat. However, Eevee had done the opposite, breaking from her gaze at the turbines above. She gave all of them a once-over as Haskell had passed by, but decided it wasn't necessary to get Haskell's attention. As much as he liked to distance himself from other random trainers, Eevee sometimes went out of her way to conveniently stop him near people who were likely to start up a conversation.
However, this time they really did have better things to do, and even if the other trainers had taken notice of them, Haskell wasn't going to stop now, she knew that well. Eevee let out a high-pitched sigh, and went back to her sight-seeing as Haskell pressed on through the town.
I'll make this simple, if we point something out to you it's not up for debate or compromise.
You can't be a bit of something and also be pathological about it. Pathological is obsessive. There's no such thing as 'a bit obsessive'.
If you are a pathological coward, you do not face challenges head on or 'without prejudice'. Those statements contradict each other. Not to mention that facing a challenge 'without prejudice' doesn't make any sense from a literary standpoint.
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Appearance: Haskell is built like your stereotypical mountain man, tall and strong despite not appearing to be overly muscular. His hair is a dark brown color and is cut short. He has been afflicted by early facial hair growth and sports a full beard. His eyes are blue.
In cooler climates, Haskell wears a gray-blue parka, black ski pants, and brown hiking boots.
In warmer areas, he switches to a simple white T-shirt and brown cargo pants, but wears the same boots.
Personality: Haskell takes the concept of life very seriously. He is passionate about what he loves, and cares deeply for his Pokemon and those he chooses to call friends, but he will not often be found making jokes. Haskell is calm and collected in even the most stressful situations.
Haskell was born and raised in Snowpoint City of the Sinnoh Region.
His father was at one time a strong and mysterious Pokemon Trainer who traveled the world, more out of wanderlust than a desire to collect badges or claim champion titles. He now spends his days running a small Poke Mart out of the first floor of his home in Snowpoint City. He occasionally sneaks away to watch battles at the local Pokemon Gym, or hike the trails along Mount Coronet.
Haskell's mother is a quintessential stay-at-home wife, helping Haskell's father with customers at the Poke Mart, and tending to most of the housework.
Haskell's primary pastime as a child was exploring the snow-covered forest with Beartic and Glaceon, the family Pokemon. His experiences with nature and bonding with these Pokemon molded him into a lover of the outdoors and all of the creatures in it. Due to this, he rarely took to playing video games all day or watching television.
At the age of ten, Haskell was eager to set out on his first adventure. Unfortunately, Professor Rowan was away on a research trip for two months, and so Haskell had no-one to provide him one of Sinnoh's starter Pokemon. Unwilling to wait, Haskell began his adventure any way, confident that his knowledge of nature would be enough to help him catch his first Pokemon.
A few days into his quest, Haskell began to feel like he was being followed. There were plenty of Pokemon in the snowy landscape around Mount Coronet, but none of them seemed to pay much attention to him, much less follow his footsteps. The feeling stuck with Haskell until he happened upon a scenic overlook on the side of the mountain. He decided it was a perfect place to camp for the night, and while he was rolling out his sleeping bag, Haskell caught a glimpse of a silvery reflection in the forest he had come from. He quickly dismissed it as his tiredness getting the better of him, and after eating a light dinner, Haskell turned in for the night.
In the early morning, before the sun had risen, Haskell was awoken by a slight movement against his body. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a small creature sleeping with its body pressed up against his sleeping bag. It was blending in almost perfectly with the snow around the bag, and had curled up in such a way that the only thing immediately visible was a ball of white fur. As Haskell's drowsiness faded away, he realized that this creature was an Eeevee, but not your average brown-colored Eevee.
With deliberate slowness, Haskell reached for a Poke ball attached to the side of his backpack. As he gripped the ball, the Eevee suddenly awoke, but made no effort to run away. It simply watched Haskell closely, and tracked the Poke Ball as he rolled it across the snow in its direction. The ball tapped the Eevee's front paw with a piff, and the red energy nearly blinded Haskell in the darkness. There was no sign of a struggle from within the ball, and within one second the Eevee was caught.
Haskell and his Eevee spent the next eight years traveling the world, and training to be able to work together seamlessly. They have collected one gym badge each from Sinnoh, Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn. But, much like his father, Haskell was more interested in the outdoors experience. Lucky for him, Eevee had also fashioned herself as a sightseer, and didn't care much if Haskell neglected to find someone for them to battle.
Haskell also trained himself, since not every criminal or villainous group will surrender to a simple Pokemon battle. He bettered his self-defense skills until he was more than capable of ending a fight if it was necessary.
His latest destination is the Kosei region. Having heard about the varying landscapes on the island, Haskell wants to see the place for himself. However, some certain evil plots might change his reason for being there.
History: Anything more than one paragraph ought to suffice. Use a hider for this.
Preferred Starter: No legendaries and no evolved Pokemon. Generally, Pokemon that have no evolution (such as Skarmory or Kangaskhan) are not allowed as a starter, but we may make exceptions to this rule depending on the Pokemon.
Team: This will update constantly as you catch other Pokemon and battle with them, always come back here to keep your stuff updated.
Include the name, approximate level, gender, ability, and current moveset.
Example:
Pokemon: Mudkip Name/Nickname: none AL: 15 Gender: Male Ability: Torrent Moveset: Tackle, Growl, Water Gun, Mud-Slap
It doesn't have to look exactly like that, just make sure you have all of the required information.
It's plausible for your team to have a rotation, so put your rotation Pokemon in this as well.
"Easy," Andrei replied, "I'd hate to have to waste any ammo on our-" He paused for a moment, trying to think of the right word, "guest." Andrei kept to his cleaning, inspecting the sight line on the slide and the smoothness of the recoil spring. "Just find out what she wants, without hurting her. They're sneaky, I'll give them that, but I've been in this business far too long; I'd hoped that if I ignored them long enough they'd move on," He continued, "But now it's a problem." Andrei sighed, put his cleaning items away, and reassembled his Browning. He slid the magazine back into place, and racked the slide with a satisfying clack.
Andrei holstered the gun, and ran a hand through his hair. He kicked back a little on the bench, watching for any other curious souls that may be prowling about.
Andrei draped the holotags back around his neck. This particular AI had evidently fashioned itself as a proud sort. "You didn't even read them. I'll have to do some more work on your software later. Assuming you plan on joining me," Andrei said, " 'Raid-Bot' ." He swept his eyes around the room before returning to the front of the store. He picked a few worn-down 9mm bullets off of the Raider bodies as he passed.
Exiting on to the street, Andrei watched for even the slightest movement, his gaze moving across every small detail of the surrounding buildings. Satisfied that this wasn't some Raider trap, he sat down on a bench just to the side of the door. Andrei drew his Browning- and deftly removed the magazine, then ejected the chambered round. He caught the loose bullet, and returned it to its place in the mag. Next, he stripped the gun, inspecting every part of the slide and frame.
Andrei took a small bottle of gun oil and a rag from a pouch on his right hip, and went to work giving the pistol a good cleaning.
After a few more minutes of watching the robot helplessly plow into the wall, Andrei decided to ignore the threatening words. He walked over within touching distance of the sentry bot, examining the crude additions to the armor and finally spotting what appeared to be an official marking. On the 'shoulder' of the bot there was a faint circle of stars, mixed in with a painting of a skull. Above that, two barely-legible letters, "RW".
'SRWG,' Andrei thought. "You're a unit from Special Robotics." He said, the words slipping from his mouth. Hopefully nobody else was around, or that loose tongue might have cost him more than his life. Andrei removed his holotags and propped them in a position where the robot would be able to scan them. "Take a good look, I know you're a bit smarter than the average robot. You and I are from the same group, that service number will confirm it once you run it through your database." Without hesitation, Andrei threw a large piece of rubble in front of the bot's wheels to act as a chock. He then pulled the back panel from the robot's 'torso' and saw more than a few immediate problems. The phrase "Cable Management" had obviously never entered the Raiders' heads. It only took him a few seconds to find the navigation problem; a few mismatched wires and a repeater that kept feeding information back into itself. A simple fix.
Some time later, Andrei spoke again, "I'm trusting you to not add me to that pile of Raider corpses, but I guess I wouldn't blame you." Andrei pushed the panel closed, and put a few feet of distance between him and the robot.
