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Several. Too many, really. =D Can't decide which one I want to be!
Hi hi. I just stumbled across this and thought it might be really cool to join in. Mind if I step up to play too?
I find it kind of interesting that one dorm is introducing itself by being friendly and sociable, and the other dorm is like "Hey you, let's battle." XD
Alex sat in the Center, holding his arm out and cringing slightly as a Blissey finished bandaging his wound. "Blissey, Blissey Blissey Blissey!" she chided at him. He didn't speak Pokemon, but Alex caught the gist of what she was saying. He merely shrugged in response, causing the Blissey to sigh and walk off.

"Alex?" called the nurse. Alex glanced up as stepped toward him, a Pokeball in her hand. "Your Houndoom is all better."

"Thanks," he said, accepting the Pokeball from her. As the nurse returned to her desk, Alex pressed the button and opened up the ball, revealing one fully recovered Houndoom. He looked at Alex's injury, then stared pointedly at him. "...What? We've both endured worse." Houndoom's gaze did not falter. Alex smirked and held out his hand, palm up. Houndoom stared at it for a moment, then sighed. Smiling, he held up a paw and placed it down on Alex's hand. It was their promise, the oath that took them both through thick and thin. No matter what, the two of them would always stand beside each other.

Alex stood up and walked toward the doors, Houndoom following in faithful pursuit. Heading out, the pair headed for the nearby woods, where after about fifteen minutes of searching, they found a small clearing surrounded by trees. Perfect, Alex thought. Reaching down, he pulled out all three of his remaining Pokeballs and threw them into the air. Suddenly, all four of his Pokemon were out in the open. Ruby, his Sableye, glanced around shiftily. Milotic yawned and stretched as though she had just been awoken from a nap. Roserade struck a heroic pose, to which Alex sighed and shook his head. Even in his eyes, his Pokemon were definitely an unorthodox bunch of misfits, to say the least. Still, they were his, and he was glad to have them all.

"Alright," he said, causing each of them to snap to attention. All but Houndoom glanced at his torn jacket sleeve, but he decided to ignore it. "It's time for warm-ups. Ruby, Houndoom, play Hunt. Start approximately 100 meters from here. Houndoom, focus on tracking; we won't be fooled by illusions anymore." Hunt was how Alex liked to warm the two of them up before training. Ruby would hide in the surrounding area, and Houndoom would try to catch her. If she could make it back without getting captured, she got a poffin. If she was caught, her hunter would get the poffin. "Milotic, stretch and do some spring-bounces. Roserade, ten laps around this area from the tree branches above. Meet back here when you're all done." Each Pokemon gave its version of an affirmative and headed off to begin their assigned exercises. Alex, meanwhile, took off his jacket and tossed it to the side. After some quick stretches, he dropped down to do some push-ups of his own. To Alex, being the best meant a strong trainer was just as necessary as strong Pokemon, and a strong trainer was strong both physically and mentally. His arm throbbed painfully in protest, but Alex gritted his teeth and pressed on; one stupid injury was not going to stop him from becoming the very best.
Name: Unknown

Alias: Mad Jack

Gender: Male

Age: appears mid-20s to mid-30s

Appearance: Tall, somewhat burly, wears a head-covering mask with a mechanical rebreather and a multi-pocket, armored black jumpsuit. ((I have next to zero artistic talent, so unless Google has a similar image, I fear this'll have to do.))

Background: No one knows the true identity of the notorious outlaw known as Mad Jack. He claims he used to be a very simple, lower-class worker who absolutely despised his lot in life, but never had the strength to stand out. Then, one day, someone offered him the Nano-Bytes. The power he felt after being treated with those things almost immediately went to his head, and he went on a rampage. Unfortunately, his rampage went a little too far, and he ended up bringing down a small building down on himself. The same mysterious individuals who gave him the Nano-Bytes, fortunately, recovered him before Unity's police forces could. The accident severely damaged his internal organs, even with the Nano-Bytes present (he seriously went overboard). Now forced to wear a rebreather, he's resolved to take down the entire global system - although he intends to do it much more carefully this time around.

Personality: His alias isn't Mad Jack because he liked the way it sounded. Anyone dealing with Jack should be very careful, as his impressive intellect is matched only by his psychotic and dangerous tendencies. Jack loves nothing more than causing chaos and anarchy, but he's very careful not to overdo it again. He spends a lot of time planning his next move, executing his maneuvers with surprising tactical brilliance. His current goal is to raise a rebellion against "The System" - his title for those in control of Unity and the world - and tear it all apart. While some agree with his desires, others see him as a dangerous madman. Either way, watch out for Mad Jack.

Morality: Not in his vocabulary. Jack does what he wants and what he feels needs doing.

Skill-Set: Telekinesis, unarmed combat, excellent marksman, explosives expert

Other: Currently seeking like-minded individuals to aid the Rebellion ((Leave your Star Wars references at home ;) ))
You can't get rid of me that easily.
((Note: "Aaron" and "Grovyle" will be used interchangeably.))

Terry and Alex stand on opposing sides of the battlefield, Aaron and Houndoom glaring each other down. The referee steps onto his small platform and clears his throat.

"This match shall be a one-on-one battle. Each trainer will select only one Pokemon each, and the match will continue until one or both Pokemon are unable to battle. Trainers, select your Pokemon now!"

"I'll be using Aaron, of course," said Terry. His Grovyle stepped forward onto the field in response. Alex nodded at Houndoom, who stepped out onto his side.

"The Pokemon have been chosen!" announced the referee. "Let the match... BEGIN!"

"Fire Fang, now!" Alex shouted almost immediately. Houndoom charged forward, his fangs wrapped in a red-hot flame. He leapt, fangs bared, at Grovyle.

"Dodge, and use Aerial Ace - full speed!" came Terry's response. Aaron leapt back in time to avoid Houndoom's attack, then leapt high into the air. With a quick backflip, he dove and flew right at Houndoom.

"Use Headbutt!" Houndoom ran at full speed, meeting Grovyle's attack head-on (literally), and both Pokemon are knocked back. Houndoom slides backwards, managing to keep his balance. Aaron, however, was not so fortunate; caught off-guard by the unexpected counter-attack, he is sent flying back toward Terry and lands with an audible "Oof!"

"Wha- He can keep up with that?!" Terry exclaims in shock. He hadn't been expecting Houndoom to be so fast.

Alex grins, but quickly returns to his usual frown. "Fire Fang, again!" Houndoom charges forward again, and this time Aaron is unable to dodge in time. Houndoom sinks his burning fangs into Grovyle's side, and Aaron cries out in pain! He desperately flails at his attacker, but Aaron can't get Houndoom to let go.

"Aaron, use Slam!" Terry shouts. Grovyle whips his head in a circle, sending the long leaf on his head slamming into Houndoom's side, knocking him off and sending him flying back. "Great job! Now use Agility!" Aaron takes off running at an incredible speed, even faster than when he had used Aerial Ace. He catches up to Houndoom just as he lands on his side, growling in pain as he does so. "And Double Team!" Terry shouts again. Suddenly, there are three Grovyle surrounding the fallen Houndoom.

"Houndoom, get up! Now!" Alex yells as Houndoom scrambles to his feet. The sight of three Grovyle shocks Houndoom, but he quickly adopts a combat pose, growling at the three opponents. Alex clenches his fist at his side; a mistake here could cost him the match. "The right one! Attack now!" Houndoom leaps to his right, tackling the Grovyle to the ground! Suddenly, it vanishes! An illusion?! No! "Houndoom!"

"Too late!" Terry shouts. "Finish this, Aaron! Use Brick Break!" Grovyle's fist glows as he and his remaining illusion charge at Houndoom. Having been fooled by Double Team, Houndoom can't react in time, and Grovyle's attack slams into his side, sending him soaring back toward Alex; a critical hit! Houndoom hits the ground hard. Really hard. And he doesn't get back up. Alex stands in shock as his partner hits the ground. Terry glares at Alex, who had acted so arrogant, as the referee raises his flag, and Alex closes his eyes in defeat.

"Houndoom is unable to battle! Grovyle is the winner! The victory goes to-"

"Grr..."

Alex's eyes snap back open. Terry is staring wide-eyed at Houndoom, who is slowly struggling to get back to his feet. Neither trainer can believe their eyes; even Alex had thought that last attack was it. As both trainers stare, Houndoom continues to shakily attempt to rise. He slips once, falling back to the ground, but almost immediately begins to struggle again.

Terry recovers first. "Might as well finish with a flourish. Aaron, use Leaf Blade!" Grovyle charges ahead, his two glowing blades forming on his arms. He leaps high into the air, does a stylish 360, and falls right toward Houndoom, whose legs gave out on him yet again. There's no way he'll avoid it.

Suddenly, Alex sprints out onto the field, sliding to a stop right between Aaron and Houndoom. He spreads his arms out defiantly and waits for Grovyle's attack. Terry's jaw drops as Aaron's Leaf Blade cuts a long, bloody gash across Alex's left arm, Aaron having barely enough time to divert his full attack. Alex grits his teeth and growls in pain, but he refuses to budge an inch. As Aaron lands and leaps back to his trainer, a silence born of shock descends over the battlefield. Terry can only stare as Alex brings his arms down, his wound now weeping fresh blood.

"...You win. I forfeit the match."

Alex pulls out a Pokeball and points it at Houndoom, who disappears into it. Without another word, he walks off the field. The referee recovers from his own surprise and announces Terry as the winner.

Terry barely hears him. He's still trying to understand what he had just seen.
Update: Draco and I are almost finished with our battle. Look forward to it soon!
Looking forward to it!
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