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Galarian Stories

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mentions: @Psyker Landshark + everyone}

"Skies are crowded today," the cabbie called down over the wind to his passenger. Indeed, every year during gym challenge season the air over Motostoke was full of flying taxis and trainers on their own Pokemon alike. A flash of orange zipped by and shook the cab with it's windy aftershock. "Whoooa! Lotta excitement down there!"

Inside the cab, Nordrin leaned towards the glass windows, catching sight of the Charizard leaving them in the dust.

"I can only guess who that is," the man sighed, sitting back in his seat and crossing one long leg over the other. It was rare to see Nordrin outside of Hulbury, and even rarer was he wearing anything but his chef's coat, but today was a special occasion. He chose to wear clean black slacks with a cool blue button down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There was movement from behind Nordrin, and after a few moments two little faces floated out from their hiding spot. Nordrin gestured for the pair of Milcery to float out in front of them and they did so, looking around curiously and peering out of the cab's windows before Nordrin snapped his fingers twice to regain their attention.

"Hey, you two have a lot of growing to do if you got scared just by some wind," he said. "I'm bringing you both along so you can get some experience, so don't blow it alright?"

The Milcery looked a little sullen after being chastised, but Nordrin sighed and reached out with both hands to gently rub their heads. The gesture was much appreciated.

Very soon the taxi approached the gym where the Galarian gym leaders were gathering. Below, Nordrin could see many more Pokemon in all colors. The larger ones were easier to make out: Hestia's Charizard and Liam's Togekiss among them. The silver haired man check the watch on his wrist and thought for a moment he was running late, but that wasn't the case. Most of the other leaders were just eager Bibarels. Hulbury wasn't very far from Motostoke, and normally Nordrin would just take a quick train ride over, but over the years he'd acquired a taste for flying and if there was ever a time to indulge and scratch the itch for air, it would be today.

When the taxi set down on solid earth, Nordrin stepped out and combed his hair back with his hands a few times before paying the cabbie and waving the man off. "Come," he told the Milcery, and the trio made their way through the crowd toward where the other leaders were standing.

"Circus is in town, eh?" Nordrin said once he'd escaped the clutches of fans and paparazzi. Thankfully most of their attention was directed towards Isla and Zeke. Nordrin nodded his head stiffly at those already gathered, giving them a rather clipped greeting, "Ladies, Gentlemen."

Well that's enough pleasantries, he thought to himself. While his Milcery floated close by marveling at all of the other Pokemon gathered, Nordrin caught the Motostoke leader's eye: Fiona.

"Mind if I head in?" he asked her, extending at least the basic courtesy of asking permission before he just waltzed into the gym's waiting rooms and left everyone else behind.

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A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

^{Mentions: @Psyker Landshark@Ambra}

Okay, that thing Nyatalie had thought about getting along with her fellow feline recruits? That wasn't looking so likely now. That Litten was so rude! Nyatalie felt her fur bristle up in second hand embarrassment for her fellow recruits when the masked Pokemon opened his mouth.

"You can't just say that to Scorch!" she hissed at the Litten. Yeah, Scorch was big... and kind of rude and more than a little ugly with all of those past wounds on his body... but he was still the guild's leader, and a local hero!

Nyatalie stepped up closer to the Poochyena, Bagon, and Litten, putting her paws on her hips and glaring at the later. Didn't he know that when you didn't have something nice to say, you just thought really hard about it and then said the opposite? Sheesh, that was catty behavior number one!

Rather than fume, Nyatalie cleared her throat and puffed out her chest before doing a mock curtsy in front of Scorch and Fae. "Mister Sir, you will find some of us are adults already, at least in mind... and manners!" she said, closing her eyes and smiling in the most confident way she could. Hopefully the rude remarks from that Litten didn't blow it for everyone... Nyatalie didn't think she could face her family if she got kicked out on the first day.

World of Light

Word Count: 844 (+2 exp)
Level: 6 - Total EXP: 25/60
Location: Edge of the Blue: Limsa Lominscuttle
_{plus mini collab (+1)}
Kamek: Level 7 EXP: ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// (53/70)

Despite the fact that they were lugging around really heavy piles of gold, the trip back from World 1-1 to the Edge of the Blue was pretty enjoyable. Sakura was teaching her two companions about the wonders of money in the modern world, but most of it was going right over the Ace Cadet's head.

"Ya lost me at com-puter," he told her. The paper money and cards made sense, at least in his brain he likened the cards to something like vouchers - not real money but trade-able for goods all the same. Further than that he had no clue, but Sakura made it sound much easier than carrying around a bunch of coinage.

Once they'd delivered to the Princess a chunk of her treasury, they quickly made off in the direction of the seller Kamek managed to find. He'd made it sound like a piece of junk, but the two Koopas already had plans to beef it up with new equipment. Frankly, that delighted the Cadet. Going out collecting cooler and more powerful parts appealed to his sense of adventure... and of course, his love of upgrading.

"Now that sounds like a plan!" the Cadet said, his voice enthusiastic as he added onto Sakura's commentary. While the girl trailed off, uncertain, others chimed in to reassure her and the Cadet left them to it, approaching the vehicle they'd just purchased.

"I think it looks pretty groovios," he said, circling around the craft. It was really a traditional looking ship, but it could have been worse. Cadet reached up to run his hand over the wyvern-looking decal, finding it charming. It was around that time that Geralt returned, and the Cadet kept an ear out for the explanation of his findings, but it was another comment that got his attention. He looked down at the blades of the ship beside him before he looked over at Junior.

"If you take the blades off make sure you keep them, they look like they might make decent great swords!" Simple in design, but useful all the same. He stepped around the blades and made to board, but Peach's words stopped him. Oh yeah, I guess we don't all have to go. He looked between the Princess and the Atomos, crossing his arms as he considered.

It was Kamek’s advisement that the group consider their strengths that pushed the Cadet into making his decision. A battle in the air or in the water was probably one he wouldn’t fare very well in. Comparatively! he reassured himself. And while the Cadet was eager to get a look at their next obstacle, he wouldn’t be able to offer much insight given what they already knew about the fleet, and the further insight Geralt brought them. While the hunter begrudgingly willed himself to stay behind and out of the action for once, he still moved towards the Atomos once more, calling out to Kamek before the elder koopa flew into the ship.

"Oh, wait, Kamek!" he said, waving the magician over. "Here, I got some gear from the smithy sisters back in Lumbridge, but I’m not sure I can get the best use out of all of it. Besides, you said you might want a wardrobe change, right?"

Cadet pulled the dark cloth and horn headpiece off, offering it to Kamek. In general he’d like to keep as many pieces of equipment as possible, but he felt content with just his new masterfully crafted longsword, let alone the hammer and headpiece. For what it was worth, BB didn’t look too concerned that master and minion didn’t match anymore.

”Oh?” The mage replied, sounding surprised by the offer ”I suppose I did. Let me take a look” The mage took the offered set of horns and gave them a brief examination before agreeing ”There is certainly some kind of sorecerouse empowerment held within these, so I do believe I can make use of them better than your magicless self.”

The mage donned his new headpiece, which resulted in only really the horns being visible as they poked out the front of his hood. He looked rather pleased with himself, then thoughtful, before reaching into his robes and retrieving the Siphon Grenade he had acquired back in the Deadzone ”Here take this in exchange. It might come in handy if you run into trouble and get hurt while we are away.”

Siphon Grenade

A grenade that sticks to whatever it hits and leeches health from living things near it, which it returns to the thrower. One use only; breaks after working for 6 seconds.

"I'm sure I'll be fine!" Cadet chuckled, but he accepted the trade all the same. "Thanks! Good luck out there!"

The hunter turned the strange looking object over in his hands a few times before he shoved it into his pouch. With a quick whistle to let BB know they weren't actually boarding, Cadet and his minion went to join Peach while the others all took off in their new airship.

"Don't forget our contest when you get back!" Cadet called, watching the ship get further away for a moment longer before he regarded the princess. "Me and you Ms. Peach! I guess we should meet up with Link and the Hat Kid, get everybody on the same page?"

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Word Count: 458 (+1 exp)
Level: 2 - Total EXP: 12/20
Location: Sandswept Sky

As Naboris came to another stop, Primrose once more came to the front of the beast, trying to get a better look at the situation. She squinted in the desert sun, finding that what Poppi said seemed to be true. If the battle was coming to a close, then there wouldn't be a need to crash through the battlefield anyway - and that sentiment was mirrored in the others one way or another. Primrose felt some sense of relief at that, despite voicing her thought that pushing through the Naboris while the battle was at it's height was a good idea.

I wonder why those people were fighting in the first place, Primrose thought, slouching against the interior of the construct. She looked back to her teammates when discussion of disembarking and investigating began. She raised a brow at all of them eager to go down towards the scene of battle. I find myself surprised all over again at how brazen this group is. The dancer turned her head away slightly, bringing a hand up to conceal the little smile that threatened to bloom on her face. Although I'm a bit worried. What those strangers were fighting over... maybe it was a territory dispute, and any outsiders would be as enemies to them.

While she worried that their peaceful approach wouldn't be well received, Primrose wasn't about to try and convince them otherwise. She stood up straight as Fox began to talk, giving the man a loose salute.

"Yes sir, ready to back you up," she said, teasing, and waved him, Poppi, and Sectonia off as they made toward the lakeside town. "Be careful everyone."

Once they trio were getting close to out of eye sight, Primrose sighed, idly placing her hands on her hips. She was left with Midna and Tora on Naboris, though she didn't plan to stay for too long. She was still interested in going after the thieves and making sure they were alright.

"Midna's right," Primrose said, glancing down at Tora as the imp in question formed her hair into a giant hand to wave. "If we can catch up to those kids..." she trailed off, turning her eyes to the desert once more. After a moment she changed the subject. "I heard you mention you created Poppi. Do you think she'll be alright down there? Don't you want to go with her?"

Primrose had yet to see Poppi's abilities up close, so she could only guess. Then again, Fox and Sectonia seemed capable enough on their own, so with the three of them there shouldn't be many problems... she hoped at least. If the three didn't end up having any problems, it would be that much easier to get through into the pyramid.

Fate/Iliou Persis

_{West Çanakkale, Mansion, Blenda's Room}

The young man titled his head to one side, regarding his master as she searched for the end of her sentence... though when she found it, he wasn't pleased by the words. "Forceful?" he repeated back to her. His eyes darkened, and his expression morphed into a scowl.

"You know nothing of Pharaohs, master," Berserker scoffed. He turned from Blenda, rolling his shoulders with a huff. "All of the Pharaoh's kingdom is at their fingertips. What need have we to be forceful when people are eager to serve their god?"

Or destroy them. Berserker waved the dark thought away. He could feel his irritation rising, but he ignored it as best he could. As far as partnerships went, his and Blenda's was still new. There was no sense in sabotaging it already. Besides, he had nothing to prove to her. While Blenda went about her chance based method of choosing, Berserker drummed his fingers along his arms. Behind him, he heard Blenda call out the result: tails.

I suppose this is a team effort, he thought. Some of the Blue Team he'd already met in passing, but most were still a complete mystery. Including Blenda honestly, but in time that would no longer be the case. He'd already learned that the woman was wont to play around with games of chance, something that didn't so much intrigue Berserker as... disconcert him, maybe.

He brushed passed his master, exiting the room. He made space for Blenda to pass him by if she so wanted, but otherwise he started off.

"What do you already know about the others?" he asked, "What do you think of them? Tell me."

^@Omida

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_{West Çanakkale, Inside the Mansion
Collab with @Enkryption}

Saber seemed preoccupied with whatever it was she was doing with those dishes, so Farren smiled and shrugged at his own servant, gently ushering her out of the courtyard and into the mansion proper.

"Well, moving on. I'll show you the grounds after a few key locations inside," he chuckled. Being the man he was, Farren had already memorized the layout. His dress shoes clicked against the stone floor as he led them both deeper inside. “It would be nice to expand my control over the forest outside, but it can wait a little while.”

"That is something I can easily do," Arachne says. "I have a vast control over spiders, after all. I can adapt their senses to my own, and see and hear for several miles around me."

"Indeed. With your power we can not only expand the web network, but improve it."

It would be a wonderful project, working with Arachne up close. Watching her unparalleled weaving, not to mention her magic from the age of gods, would be a once in a lifetime experience. Every movement in those woods were his familiars were spread already transmitted back to Farren, and sharing it with Arachne as well would be nothing but beneficial. Getting himself, his spiders, and the first spider on a completely shared network was priority one...

...after a tour of the mansion.

"So, the first stop." Farren had guided them both through the wide hallways and into a spacious dining hall.

“My, my, such a great hall,” Arachne says, “Fit to entertain feasts of Kings and Queens, Emperors and Empresses,” she says, looking around, “yet, no guards. Is it only we, Servants, set to guard this place? Have you nothing else?”

Farren shrugged one shoulder. "The lord of the house has his ways. Besides, if all goes well, no enemy would make it through the surrounding forest."

He ran his hand across the wooden table top as he moved through the hall. Through another door was an equally spacious kitchen, also currently unoccupied. Garlic and other dried vegetables hung from the walls, and fruits sat out on tables for any peckish passerbys.

"We'll head up stairs to the living area. I understand that Servants don't need to sleep, but I'm sure if you desire a room we can give you that."

"The meals one could cook in such a place," Arachne says, lagging behind. "I needn't a room for slumber, no, but a place to weave is greatly desired." Arachne couldn't weave without space for her wheel and loom. Surely, there was a room with such space within. "Within short order, I could weave web for miles out," she boasts, radiating a pride unbreakable. "I can weave anything, after all."

"Then you'll have it. A room with a view so you can overlook your work." The servant's confidence made Farren all the more eager to see her work. "Is there anything else you'll need? Better to get everything now while it's early."

“Ideas,” Arachne says, “Art comes of inspiration. Like, an idea of guards or some such,” she says, “I could weave a grand meal, but such a thing is hollow, and hollow works mean nothing.”

"Inspiration," Farren echoed, touching a hand to his chin. The Irishman was a collector, not so much an artist. The only thing he'd ever created were the spiders that littered the mansion. Still, even he could understand the need for something to inspire.

"Makes sense. I'll call upon the others if I have to in order to provide you the greatest references... I suppose just a page in a book won't do."

Her suggestion was a wise one. In addition to crafted guardsmen, it might benefit the blue team for their Caster to weave some other defenses as well, should the forest of webs fail. You never knew with spirits as powerful as the ones they'd summoned here. Gates, dogs - Hell, even monsters. Better not get ahead of myself. Let's start with the guardsmen.

"If you have ideas, I have the silk to bring them forward," Arachne says, pressing her fingers together, and pulling them apart; silk spread between the contact of her well-filed nails. It was a rainbow of colors, and she started to move her fingers in a sweeping motions, which brought the silk together; strands mixed by deft movements of fingers, like those upon a loom, and a pattern emerged from nothing. "An idea becomes realized, if one understands it," she says, as the pattern was becoming a fine kitchen set of pots and utensils... and a sword. "The better than understanding, the more significant the art, and the more profound and lasting it becomes."

Arachne held up a small tapestry, a scene of a kitchen at work, with a prominence placed on the countertop, and the sword. Suddenly, she turned it over, and shook out the kitchenware falling out with realistic metal clatters, while the sword hit with an almost wooden thump. It was clearly not as understood as the kitchenware, for why would a weaver be familiar with a sword?

"Incredible..." Farren reached to pick up the sword, turning the false object over in his hands. Creating something from nothing was one thing, but the speed and relative accuracy of his servant was another. He looked over at Arachne with the same pleased look in his eye that'd been there since he'd summoned her.

"Let's get you set up as quickly as possible, so you can work your magic," he said, leaving the kitchenware to litter the floor but taking the makeshift weapon with him. "Understanding, hm? I can help you with that. We'll make the designs something closer to what you might have seen in your lifetime for simplicity - and I'll bring you any information I don't already have in my head. Tomes, paintings, local experts." Farren nodded to himself as he spoke, leading Caster quickly away and toward a narrow staircase headed for the private guest chambers.

"Miss Spider, do you know how the human body works? We can start there. I have no doubt of your ability, but I can lend you my familiars if you have need of them as well."

"I have a general idea of how my human body works, so I could create a human woman, if you so desired such companionship," Arachne says, assuming that was Farren's goal with a clear look of displeasure, ""Of course, I am not versed in the workings of the mind, so it would be without much of a mind, if didn't instill it with some means to achieve will and sapience. Maybe, design it to be driven by your familiars with your knowledge in tow?"

Arachne looked more displeased, now, however.

The Irishman laughed. "Companionship - no. I've always been more of a lone wanderer. Besides, I have you by my side, don't I?"

Master and servant's footsteps echoed in the stone stairwell as they chatted. "That said, I suppose whether a male or female body is used doesn’t matter. We can use the spiders as a 'brain' of sorts, that will work. I'll breed more of them with that in mind. I'm no tactician, but at the very least our new guardsmen won't be as mindless constructs." He considered the feasibility of piloting the false guards while maintaining the information web both inside and out of the manse... and supplying Caster with energy. This was a situation Farren hadn't expected to find himself in even just a few months ago, but he thought he could handle it all the same.

"I expect these woven guardsmen will be mere distractions for the likes of an enemy servant, but even just time bought for our allies is valuable on the battlefield. Or so I've read. Ah, here."

The top of the stairs led to a small landing, and beyond that a hall where a long ornate carpet was run. There were doors dotting the walls every few dozen feet.

Arachne seemed placated by that response; the spider within satisfied on a territorial level - for now. In the interim, the woman was thinking. As she settled her thought, she spoke, "A female body is what I'm most familiar with. Features like strength and such are implications of perception. If we see a man in rich clothing, we assume he is such - even though, if truth, he may be a penniless pauper and a thief. So, if my weaving of said guardsmen is one that invokes strength of will and form, their femininity will play no negative roles." Arachne's fingernails clacked together, one by one, in a staccato rhythm in fourths, as she paused to think, before she continued, "Hoplite are the strongest warriors I knew of; Centurion, their Roman counterpart, as well. To be female and involved in such a militaristic position would denote strength unusual and undeniable."

Arachne turned, "As well as, unmistakable." As they reached the summit landing of the stairwell, and looked upon the carpeting long and ornate, Arachne hummed. "It would be pertinent, perhaps, to make smaller animals, as well. Vermin, or some such that do not fare out of place or line. In such, we can extend my eyes and ears beyond my limit without endangering your life," she suggested, planning forward, "I can control and see and hear through all spiders upon their webs within three miles of my waking body. Therefore, your familiars in their puppet suits can work beyond that, especially when I am asleep, and that area of knowing dulls to a mile. If they sense oddities outside of my area of knowing, I may focus my attention better, and filter out the noise, so to speak."

Arachne paused in front of a door. "Does that sound like a good enough idea, Master Farren," she asks, as she turned the door handle. "This is the room I've chosen."

Farren turned the knob and clicked open the door to his servant's new room, though he didn't enter it, letting her step inside first.

"That's a fine plan indeed," he said, giving Arachne his approval. "I wouldn't worry so much about me. I may not be a fighter, but I am, ah... efficient, at the very least. Still, it couldn't hurt. We'll spread our webs as far as possible and catch as many flies unawares as we can."

“As a spider is wont to do,” Arachne says, as she entered, with a marked note of sadness to her tone - clearly unhappy with the cursed nature of her children.

Her words gave Farren pause, though only briefly. Whether it was his nature as a magus, or as a man, he didn't ask about the forlorn tone of her voice.

"Let's get you set up then. And," he said, touching a finger to his forehead. "We're linked together, and you have some great connection to your kin, but we'll officially connect you to my personal brood."

Arachne tilted her head, rather maiden-like. “Hm,” she nodded.

Her master stepped inside the room to join her, taking in the rather plain interior compared to the rest of the mansion. Gently, he closed the door behind him and offered Arachne a smile. Without any flair, Farren reached up to the right side of his face, spending a few moments to caress what was hidden underneath his hair there.

"It will be easier with the newborns I think," he explained. After a moment or two, his hand came away and inside it was a small, spherical crystal. Arachne could easily feel what was inside of it, and Farren didn't feel he had to voice that he'd already placed complete trust in his servant despite meeting her that very day.

"Let's get started."

Arachne clashed her fingernails together, and ripped them apart at contact; five glittering, silken strands held in the air like a rainbow, before she repeated the process.

Silently, with naught but a nod, she set to work. In due time, Farren would see the first woven tapestry of a naked, human female, like a veritable work of art, appear.

And, if his mythology was sharp enough, he would realize it was based on paintings of Athena - the one that Arachne hated most for cursing her life.

Now, a slave - in image - to her needs.

Current Mood in One Gif

Galarian Stories

Nordrin's first impressions (he's abrasive nothing personal):

Hider

Hestia: "Little firecracker's everywhere, it's getting to the point just seeing her face is annoying me. You might say that's not very fair to her, but trust me she's annoying in person too. She's got promise but needs boundaries."

Ezran: "The other Hulbury gym leader. Do I think I'm better than him? Don't fooking insult me. Of course I do. He's tough in a battle and it seems like his heart's in the right place, but his head's screwed on wrong!"

Joseph: "He appreciates cookery so he's already got a leg up on the others in my book, or he would have if he weren't such a push over. Strange one wears armor on the pitch too, what the hell. ... ... What the fook is 'Man of Steel'?"

Moira: "Who the hell is Moira? ... ... Ah, her. Don't know shite about her. If she's anything like the other league women I'm sure she's trouble."

Fiona: [Busts out laughing.]

Fiona for real: "She was fun. Probably still is. She's also annoying, a handful, flighty, and nosy."

Malik: "Weirdo. Something about him rubs me the wrong way. None of my fooking business what he does with his time but would it kill him to stop being so damn mysterious? Fook. Thinking about him is annoying."

Zeke: "Guy was a right numpty arsehole first time I saw him, changed his tune real quick off the pitch. Thought he was the type of dog that barks loud and can't bite, but he's strong so I don't get it."

Thomas: "Only met him once or twice. He's so down to earth it makes me want to bang my head against the wall. He's like a force of nature of 'good person.'"

Elijah: "Seems like a nice guy. ... ... The fook else you expect me to say? Mans is like a nursery school teaching robot, I got nothin' else."

Henrietta: "I can't really get a handle on her, which pisses me off by the way. Pushy bitch might even give me a run for my money. I like her."

Liam: "He's uh... cutesy. The small feisty type I guess. I can respect a man that doesn't change himself for anyone though."

If anyone wants a deeper relationship with him lemme know here, PMs, discord, etc.

Galarian Stories

Nordrin Yasmar

^{If you came here looking for an easy recipe for victory, you can piss off right now!}

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NAME: Nordrin Yasmar

AGE: 31

GENDER: Male

BIRTHPLACE: Hulbury

GYM TYPE: Gourmet

APPEARANCE:

Nordrin is blue eyed, and while he might joke (read: state with no hint of humor whatsoever) that the stress of dealing with idiots turned his hair white early, it's actually his natural color. He's been growing it out since he was young, and the more people chastise him to cut it the longer it stays uncut. He stands at 6 foot 2 inches (188cm) and though he was never able to pack on muscle as much as he would have liked, he keeps in good shape. Other than the flat resting bitch face he's known for, another trait that stands out about him is the coarse, scarred nature of his hands. They're evidence of a life of hard work.

PERSONALITY:

First impressions paint Nordrin as a man of little patience. That is completely correct. He is passionate, driven, and ambitious - he is also arrogant, and considers his time as extremely valuable. He works hard and doesn't have much extra time for playing hard, so if you're wasting his time he won't hesitate to tell you. Very often Nordrin comes off as a rude for a lot of people because he isn't afraid to speak his mind, no matter what's on it. It's landed him in hot water before, but Nordrin is nothing if not prideful. He has a short fuse, but he hasn't resorted to violence himself since his younger years. Since returning to Galar, he's also earned a bit of a reputation as a heart breaker - leaving a list of both men and women behind him to focus on his career. Being a more recent addition to the gym leader circuit, this might be all his fellow leaders know about him.

Growing up less fortunate, one might think that he does charity work to help others in situations he once faces. That is completely incorrect. He won't help anyone that doesn't try to help themselves and he doesn't do charity work. That said, he does take apprentices and gives out sponsorships. He gives everyone a chance to show they're hungry for more in life, and then gives them second and third chances so long as they don't give up. He will never turn a blind eye to those in need, but he has no sympathy for people who has given up on themselves.

Beyond all of the haughtiness and pride, it's clear that Nordrin has a gentle side, if only for his craft. He has a master's touch, and watching him cook or battle shows off just how much care he puts into both aspects of his life. He can be kind and nurturing for those under his care, but he isn't one to go easy on them. He wants to bring out the best in those around him, so that he can continue to evolve as well. He never stops chasing new heights.

The traits he most admires in others are adaptability, creativity, personal pride and most of all tenacity. His efforts in High Steaks Gym are intended to bring those out in others. After all, Nordrin is well aware that talent is not something you're born with, it's something you can grow - so it's up to everyone to give themselves the conditions in order to see that talent grow.

BIOGRAPHY:

In the sea side town of Hulbury, you're either a fat cat or a laborer. Luxury imports fuel the city's bustling tourism industry, where those with the means browse high end shops and restaurants. On the flip side, dock workers and street hawkers fill the city's underbelly and keep the whole of Hulbury moving with little recognition.

Nordrin came from a small family of Hulbury's less fortunate. Every day his father fulfilled orders and hauled meat, fruit, and vegetables from the shipyard up the steep hill to the better part of town. Back breaking work for little pay. Even just supporting a household of three was tough. At a young age, Nordrin took simple jobs to help his parents out. He worked as a delivery boy, Pokemon sitter, and stall worker. Once he was a bit holder, he landed his most impressionable job as a dish washer in the back of one of Hulbury's prestigious restaurants. Day in and day out he endured jabs from the chefs, patrons, and even waitstaff looking down on people like him.

Nordrin had talent, he was a quick study and adaptable. In down time he would try and replicate the dishes the cooks made, and some times he would even succeed. As one might expect, no one gave him the time of day. The chefs belittled him, and even his fellow cleaning staff didn't believe he could get anywhere. None of this stung as much as when Nordrin would return home at night, and the only thing his parents encouraged him to do was keep his head down and not make trouble. For Nordrin that was as good as a betrayal. They didn't have the ambition that he did, if they even had any at all. After one night of explosive anger in which Nordrin attacked the restaurant's annoying, pompous host, he was thrown out of the restaurant and fresh out of a job. Now a teenager, Nordrin channeled his anger into drive and left home with only a backpack and a quickly scrawled note. In his heart was a promise to return to Hulbury and prove everyone wrong. He was determined to make something of himself.

The world was dangerous to travel alone. It was more necessity than anything that Nordrin became a Pokemon trainer. He never gave anything less than a 100% though, so he took raising Pokemon seriously. He traveled briefly around Galar before stowing away on a ship bound for Kalos, where he spent a majority of his adult life studying both Pokemon battling and culinary arts. After years of hard work he exceeded in both fields, becoming an accomplished chef in a triple star restaurant and obtaining the rank of Duke in the region's Battle Chateau. His next stop in world domination was the Hoenn region, where he aimed to perfect the more unique techniques.

It was only relatively recently the Nordrin returned to Galar, taking Hulbury by storm. He opened his own restaurant and aggressively advertised it, stealing business from other establishments which he viewed as elitist and classist nuisances. His restaurant expanded to include a Pokemon gym once Nordrin's infamy spread around town and beyond. Now, he runs a brutal brutal brigade in the city's High Steaks Gym. The goal of the combination gym and restaurant is to nurture talent, challenge expectations, and provide high quality entertainment and food for patrons from all walks of life.

TEAM:

The bread and butter of the Hulbury Gym

Nordrin's team is very unorthodox compared to his fellow gym leaders. He believes it's important to think outside of the box, and so his wide variety of Pokemon with different strengths and weaknesses forces opponents to get creative when they battle him. Of course, every Pokemon in Nordrin's team is also under his employ, providing food or labor in his restaurant. A practical, tasty team.

Personal team:

Other Pokemon:

RELATIONSHIPS:

Major and Minor headaches

Coming Soon.

EXTRA:

Trivia, cards, etc.

Credit to Lucky for suggesting the restaurant's name by the way!

Battle Theme

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