Pokemon: A Bridge Between Two Worlds -Character Sign-up

NessieAlways

NessieAlways

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<span style="font-size:22px;"><span style="color:#d6000f;">Character Sheet</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Character Name Character Image </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="font-size:18px;">The Basics</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Full Name:</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Nickname:</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Age: (10-13)</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Gender:</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Type:</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Goal: </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">  </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="font-size:18px;">First Impression</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Height:</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Hair Color:</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Eye Color:</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Outfit: </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">  </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="font-size:18px;">My True Self</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Home Town:</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Personality: (1+ Paragraph)</span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Story: (1+ Paragraph) </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">  </span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="font-size:18px;">Writing Sample</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Write about the day before your character gets their first pokemon.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="color:#6a99f2;">(2-4 paragraphs)</span></span>


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 <br /><br /><span style="font-size:22px;"><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Starters</span></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Pandoo</span></span>


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 <br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Aguade</span></span>


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 <br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Chenileaf</span></span>


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 <br /><br /><span style="color:#6a99f2;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';">Volchick</span></span>


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 <br /><br /><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="font-size:24px;"><span style="color:#d6000f;">Due Date: Tuesday, July 26, 2016</span></span></span>


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The Basics
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Full Name*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Peony Landau <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Nickame*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Pea <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Age*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> 11 <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Gender*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Female <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Type*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Grass <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Goal*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Become the best pokemon gym leader</p></div>


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First Impression
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Height*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> 4'6 (143.5 cm) <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Hair Color*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Black <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Eye Color*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Teal Green <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Outfit*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Peony can usually be seen in her black dress with yellow cuffs and a white belt. She adds a bit of color with her mother's teal vest that fits her incredibly loose. She takes all of her belonging on a yellow backpack she bought at a flee market when she was 5 and styles every outfit with her white beret.</p></div>


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My True Self
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<div style="text-align:center;"><p><span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Hometown*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Mira Valley <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Personality*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Curiosity and intrigue are the fuel to this small individual. Peony is driven by her want and need to know just about everything there is to know in this world. She lets her curious mind take control of her and although it can be a dangerous trait at times, the best stories are always those with a risk involved. Peony isn't one to back down from a challenge no matter how scary, or impossible it might seem. Even though the girl could be trembling in fear, Peony doesn't let anything bring her down. The girl can also be very ambitious wanting to not only have the best, but also be the best. Despite her age, Peony has set high goals for herself and plans on reaching them no matter the cost! Aside from Peony's tough side, the girl can be quite the charm. She's very courteous when speaking and will politely tell you to be quite before pushing you to the ground if you don't shut your mouth. Because of this trait Peony can usually free herself from trouble with the adults. Another double edge sword in Peony's personality is her honesty. Up to this age Peony has only told 3 lies. "Yes, I did clean my room!", "No I won't go off into town," , and "I'll become a Watcher like my dad!" While telling the truth is the right thing to do, Peony may be a little too blunt about it. She doesn't mean to hurt people when she speaks her mind, she's just doing what mommy told her. "Lies are bad, so no lies." In simple terms Peony is an innocent girl with a high sense of curiousity. She can speak her way out of any situation and isn't afraid to say how she feels. Although Peony is still childish and can't measure danger, she has a good sense of survival thanks to her dad taking her on long explorations when she was a kid. <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong><em>¸¸¸.•*Story*•.¸¸¸.</em></strong></span> Daughter of two well known trainer's, Peony grew up with a great love for Pokemon. When Peony was younger she'd help her mother, a pokemon breeder, care and tend for pokemon in the family pokemon day care. Peony grew fascinated with pokemon of all shapes and sizes, especially grass pokemon. After school, Peony rushed to the day care and made it just in time for meal time. She enjoyed standing by her mother as she prepared special food for each pokemon under her care. Around the time Peony was 8, her father, a pokemon watcher, decided to take her on one of his excursions. Peony and her father traveled with a group of 3 people down the Oldooz river in search for water type pokemon. During that journey, Peony's love for pokemon only increased. For the first time in her life, she finally saw what pokemon looked in the wild. The idea of becoming a pokemon watcher like her father began to fascinate her. Peony would spend hours in her mother's day care learning and drawing all the pokemon that were brought in. At first the drawing were just dingbats, but after some time they began to take shape. The idea of being a pokemon watcher like her father lasted for two years until Peony's family took a trip to Talitha Valley and she witnessed her first pokemon gym battle. The thrill and excitement of watching pokemon train and battle to be the best fueld Peony's veins. She too wanted to be the best. She wanted to have the strongest pokemon in Oldooz. She wanted to beat everyone. She wanted to have her own gym. Peony's parents, however, did not like the sound of their daughter going off to battle pokemon. To them, pokemon battles where inhumane. In their mind, pokemon shouldn't be forced to fight other pokemon. Of course, Peony didn't see it as problem, but she kept her dream of owning a gym a secret from her parents knowing they wouldn't approve. </p></div>


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The tingling sound of the bells and the creaking door at this time of the afternoon could only signify one thing. Peony had just arrived! The day care's calm ambiance turned to a squealing festival as the pokemon recognized Peony's high pitched voice. <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong>"Mother! I'm here!"</strong></span> In almost a blink of an eye Peony was surrounded by pokemon each greeting her and trying to get her attention. A warm smile spread on Peony's face, flustered with so much love from these little creatures. <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong>"Hi there little guys! Did you miss me? I missed you guys too!"</strong></span> Picking up the first pokemon her hands reached, Peony began to walk towards her mother who was already in the kitchen. <strong>"Peony put him down. You're going to spoil him."</strong> Peony's mother always got after her for carrying pokemon. It had something to do with them getting used to it and then Peony's mother not being able to carry every single one of them. To be honest, Peony didn't see any harm in carrying all of the pokemon. If her arms were big enough, she'd glady carry them all! With a frown on her face, Peony put down the little Odwig and pushed him off with the rest of the pokemon. <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong>"Go on little guy."</strong></span> <strong>"Peony help me out. The sooner we finish here, the sooner we get home, and the sooner we get to Polaris City."</strong> The bright smile was back on Peony's face. The big day was almost here! Peony could already taste it! She'd dreamed about this day for more than half of her life The day she'd finally get her own pokemon. She was incredibly excited, like a child waiting for presents at Christmas. <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong>"I want to be the first one there! When I get my pokemon I'm going to train it. I'm going to feed it and brush it. I'm going to love it and it's going to be the best pokemon ever!"</strong></span> Peony cheered happily while washing her hands and helping her mother get the food ready. <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong>"We'll travel all around Oldooz and meet all these other pokemon. Then we'll catch more and have more friends!"</strong></span> Peony's imagination was already going wild. Thoughts of her catching her first pokemon, her first battle, and her first trip on her own were prancing around her head like ballerinas on stage. She couldn't wait! <strong>"Peony hurry up with those kibbles. The pokemon are already hungry."</strong> Popping out of her dream bubble, Peony looked around noticing her mother was no longer with her and a tray of food was missing. She'd been so caught up in her fantasies she completely missed her mom leaving the kitchen with a tray. Grabbing the second tray, Peony walked out of the kitchen with an anxious smile knowing that tomorrow her dreams wouldn't be dreams anymore. She'd finally walk out of her fairy tale and get to be an actual trainer. No more day dream, no more pretend. Every story made up in her head would stop being a story and turn into reality. Her dream was only a few hours away and it couldn't get here any sooner! <span style="color:#47a887;"><strong>"I'm coming!"</strong></span>
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The Trainer

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Name: Ryan James Vincent


Nickname: "Smiles"


Characer Image: I didn't have the URL, I just saved it on my computer so I uploaded it as a file. I apologize!


Age: 13


Gender: Male


Type: Any


Goal: Go out and get hands on experience with Pokemon and eventually own a Poke Day care or become a Pokemon breeder.

First Impression

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Height: 5'2


Hair Color: Brown


Eye Color: Blue


Outfit: Ryan's typical outfit is a white t-shirt, a green hoodie, light blue jeans, and grey sneakers.

My True Self

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Hometown: Altair City


Personality: Ryan is very laid back boy. He likes to go with the flow of things and likes to see the positive side of every situation, earning him the nickname Smiles. His laid back manner makes him easy to get along with and he enjoys socializing with everyone.


Story: Ryan was born and raised in Altair City. His father works at the factory and his mother is a nurse at the Pokemon Center. He's always wanted a Pokemon ever since he was a little boy. Of course his parents said no, what parent would want their child to have a fire breathing pet? They insisted he wait until he was older to get a Pokemon. Other than that disagreement he doesn't fight about much. He is an only child, but would love a younger brother or sister.

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The alarm buzzed at exactly eight am. The thirteen year old boy groaned and hit the snooze button. "Just five more minutes." he thought to himself. Five minutes later the alarm went off again. Ryan sighed and hit the off button. A yawn escaped his lips as he stretched out his arms. He slowly made his way to the shower to help wake him up.


After his shower he got changed into his every day outfit; a white t-shirt, jeans, and green hoodie. He went downstairs and instantly the smell of pancakes and bacon made his mouth drool. After devouring his breakfast he went outside to see what the day had in store for him. The first thing he saw was the old factory. It was hard to miss since it was the largest building in their tiny town.


"Morning Ryan!" a female voice greeted. One of his mother's friends. Ryan smiled and waved at the woman. He headed towards his old clubhouse. His father built it for him when he turned eight. Now that he was older he appreciated the gesture much more. He climbed up the ladder and sat in the empty clubhouse, wondering how he was going to break the news to his parents.


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The Basics


Full Name:

William Leo Fox




Nickname:

Will, Leo

Age:

12

Gender:

Male

Type:

Water

Goal:

William is an aspiring author, and he hopes to one day write a best selling novel based on his adventures as a Pokemon trainer.



First Impression


Height:

5'1 (61.2 inches)

Hair Color:

Baby Blue

Eye Color:

Teal

Outfit:

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My True Self


Home Town:

Lyra Town

Personality:

William can be compared to a New Reporter. Where ever there's action or danger William will be there, yes this means he's reckless and somewhat irresponsible, but to catch the readers attention he needs to do there things. Moving along now William is stubborn, just ask his dad. If he wants to do something, then nobody can change his mind about it. William is highly literate for a pre-teen, William can write with high emotion, and nearly perfect punctuation and spelling (Unlike me...). Goals are important to William, he sees them milestones in his life and he'll do anything to complete them. This can be a problem though as he usually focuses on them a little too much, forgetting the feelings of others around him and all around becoming more selfish. He isn't afraid to blow someone of, or hurt someone to be closer to his actual goal.

Story:

Growing up in Lyra Town was somewhat hard for William. His mother was a trainer and his father is a fisherman, like many residents of the small town. Durring his younger years William's mother would tell stories about her adventures as a trainer, these same stories would inspire William to become a writer. When William was 9 his mother went out to continue her duties as a trainer, but while on her way to Stella City a storm rose up and she died out at sea. The next following years were tough for the Fox family, William still held his dream of writing a story about his adventures, but his dad though otherwise. William's dad didn't like the idea of William going out on a dangerous adventure where he could end up in danger, so he forced his son to stay in Lyra town to become a fisherman. Of course this didn't go well with William, and the father and son soon grew angry at one another.



Writing Sample


Beep! Beep! Beep! A lone alarm clock rang out inside of a dark room. in bold, red letters it displayed 7:00. Instead of someone getting out of bed to silence the noisy devil, a young boy raised his sleepy head from an oak desk. A piece of paper stock full of words scribbled onto it was stuck to his face."How late was I up?" William asked himself while pulling the piece of paper off of his face. His tired eyes looked over to the alarm clock, and before slilencing the annoying sound William let out an annoyed sigh. He already knew that his whole day would be full of sitting by a river, and fishing for water type Pokemon. Doesn't that just sound exciting.


After going though the regular morning routine of showering, brushing teeth, and getting a new change of clothes William walked into the kitchen which was small, like the rest of the house. his father was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee next to him, and a newspaper in his hand. "Morning," his dad said without taking his eyes off of the paper, "morning..." William replied while getting out a bowl of cereal. William paused before pouring the milk in, "I've uh decided to go to Polaris City to get my first Pokemon," he announced with a shrew voice. "What?!" His dad said, nearly yelling. His newspaper was now dropped onto the table, and he was giving William a glare. Before his dad could say anything else William spoke up again, "This is what I want to do, being stuc-" he was saying before his father interrupted him, "What you want to do!" he yelled, William jumping a bit from his dads sudden outburst. "You're only twelve! The actual world is a dangerous place, you're safer here in Lyra Town!" He yelled, but William wouldn't back down, "I won't end up like Mom!" He yelled back, and the kitchen went silent. William went too far, and as a result he left the kitchen in a hurry. Tears were swelling up in his eyes as he ran from the front door, meanwhile his dad silently picked up the newspaper to resume his reading.







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Female


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Any, Syra doesn't care much for types. She thinks that all Pokemon are unique and special no matter what type they are. Just like how people are different Syra believes each and every Pokemon is different.


Goal ||


Syra's goal is to become a Pokemon ranger. She wants to help protect Pokemon as well as people and educate others on how wonderful Pokemon can truly be.

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5'7


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Dust Pink


Eye Color ||


Aquamarine Blue


Outfit ||


Syra's attire can tend to change since she likes to keep her hygiene on point and hates to be smelly. The clothes that her mother helped her pack consist of t shirts, tank tops, sundresses, jeans and shorts. Most of her clothes are pastel in color or faded and a bit baggy due to her older sister's passing their clothes down to her. She has a few coats as well for the winter that are entirely too big but that's only because they used to belong to her older brothers. For her shoes, she usually has tennis shoes and flip flops. Even boots are packed for when going through the snow. At times, her backpack can seem heavy like Kagome's from Inuyasha, but that's only because her family wanted to make sure that she had everything she needs and then some. Syra's very tall for her age (her father is 6'6 and her mother is 5'11) so her legs make up half of her body. Her shorts can look short at times but it's only because of how long her legs are and if she buys new pants, they have to be longs.

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Home Town ||


Alya Town


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To describe Syra's personality would be like a mini mom in all honesty. She can tend to tell others what to do. Not necessarily in a mean way but in a caring way. She likes to take care of others and know that everyone is safe and well. Her maturity level is also very high since she had to grow up fast due to her large family. It's not something she hates for happening to her but she didn't get that long of a childhood. Even her Pokemon journey feels like she is growing up even more than she already has. Sometimes she just wants to play in the sun with the little kids but if she does, then who will pick up her slack?


Due to the way she was raised, Syra is a very caring girl. She cares deeply and often at times too much. It's one of her most notable traits because it comes out every day. If she sees someone who is sad or alone, it is in her nature to go keep them company. She likes to believe that everyone needs someone, even if they people don't talk to each other. Just knowing that someone else is there is very comforting to anyone. This comes from her father who she has seen do this multiple times when extra plates were sat down at the table. It's something Syra wishes to pass on to her children and even those around her.


Being hard headed and having a strong will seems to be a personality trait for every Rue child. From the day she could walk, she was taught to always have an internal flame of never giving up. She doesn't like to give up until she has achieved her goals, no matter how long or how hard she has to work for it. Syra can tend to push herself too far and insist that she can do things herself even though it might be physically impossible. It's not because she thinks she can do it all and then some, but she thinks that if she doesn't give it her all that others may be harmed and that would be the last thing she wants.


With all these good traits, one must think that Syra hasn't a bad trait in her body. Well that would be wrong. Syra can tend to hold a grudge for a very long time. Even if you were to apologize to her and she smiles and agrees to forgive you, she'll never forget the wrong you did to her. It's a truly petty thing but even Saints have bad traits. Another bad personality trait of Syra's would be how easily she get's her feelings hurt. She may smile and nod through it and pretend to not be upset but she's really criticizing herself and reevaluating herself. It's certainly not a healthy trait but it's one that developed as she watched her older siblings grow up and embark on their own journeys. The thought of her letting her family down devastates her because they are so important to her. Alas, it is something she has to live with so she tries to not focus on these bad traits of hers.

Story ||


It all started sixteen years ago when a young boy named Allen Rue embarked on his Pokemon journey at the ripe age of ten. Allen was raised by a farmer father and a school teacher mother. They raised Allen the best they could by teaching him how to survive off of the land and save his money and even how to make his own healing remedies. Because of them, Allen was a very smart trainer whom often saved his money and made his own potion and food. Allen wanted to become the best Pokemon rancher because of how much he truly adored Pokemon and wanted to take care of them and make sure they were safe. While on his journey, he met a girl who was stranded on the side of the road with an injured Pokemon with no Pokemon center for miles. Seeing that he was the only one around (and the girl was really cute but that's beside the point), Allen stopped to help the girl. At first she was crying and trying to form words because she had been stranded for a few days without help. Allen was shocked and comforted her with the promise of helping to heal her Pokemon.


It may have taken a while, but eventually the Pokemon was healed and Allen offered for her to join him on his journey and after some heavy thought but a happy and healed Pokemon, but she accepted his offer. The two began their journey and like a love story written by Nicholas Sparks, they fell in love. Allen and Elaina were different though. Their journey was cut short due to the honest fact that Elaina became pregnant. Shocker, right? Well, because their journey was cut short, the two decided to settle down in the place they currently were which just so happened to be Alya Town. The two fell in love with the town because of the wonderful cuisine and natural sweet people that lived their. Allen and Elaina lived on the outcasts of Alya town where they found a run down farm. The two decided to make their home their and raise their future children there. It was hard being teen parents, but because of the money Allen saved with making his own potions and such, it was enough to get them started on the farm.


Fast forward a good couple of years, a few children later, and here we have Syra. Syra is the sixth child to Elaina and Allen Rue. She has two older sisters and three older brothers before her. Behind her are five younger girls and three younger boys. At the young age of five, Syra was just like the older kids and helped take care of the younger ones. It wasn't like she was forced to help take care of them, it was just how her family worked. They were all one big unit who helped each other out without any questions asked. Because of helping take care of the little kids, Syra quickly had responsibilities that most children her age didn't have to worry about. She often tended to the children's wounds, gave them baths, changed their clothes/diapers, helped with their homework, and even sang them lullaby's to sleep. It wasn't just Syra who did the work, but her older siblings even took care of her and extra care of the younger ones. When one looked at the family, they would think that their parents were horrible people and could care less about the children but that wasn't true at all.


Since the birth of their first child, Allen became a farmer who spent from the break of dawn to when the stars were shining high in the sky on the farm to provide for his family and sell crops to help pay the bills. As for Elaina, she became a nurse who worked mainly night shifts. Even though her parents had jobs that kept them away from their children, they did the best they could to spend time with them when they could. Some days, Elaina wouldn't sleep just so she could spend time with her kids.


Within her big family, she has known love and learned how to care for others and make things work. Like cooking. Cooking is something Syra absolutely loves to do. She thinks that food brings people and Pokemon together and that it is important to never skip a meal. Syra takes great pride in what she makes because her recipes were passed down from her father. Syra also learned from her father how to mix herbs and such for healing. If someone was to say that her food sucks, it's like spitting in her face and telling her she sucks.


As Syra grew older, she watched her older siblings embark on their own journeys. It was hard saying good bye to them but she knew they would do well and reach their dreams. Many of her older siblings are still on their journeys but they all left with promises of coming back to see the others off on their own journeys. One of Syra's biggest role models is her eldest brother, Jonas. Jonas always was like her father figure and often watched videos of Pokemon rangers and told her how cool they were. Jonas always said that being a Pokemon ranger was for people who truly loved Pokemon and wanted to protect them. Syra loved the sound of it and always wanted to be like him. Jonas was the best big brother who did whatever it took to make his family happy and his siblings feel loved. It was originally Jonas' dream to become a ranger until his untimely death while he was on his journey. It was a freak accident and no one was prepared for it. It was at his funeral that Syra promised him that she would become a Pokemon ranger not just for herself, but for him too.


That brings us to where we are today. Now, we're just waiting for the rest of her story to begin. Hopefully with new chapters, friends, and Pokemon.




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Syra took a deep breath as she looked at the pile of clothes before her. They were all organized into their respective articles of clothing. Like for example t shirts and pants. It took her nearly half the day to decide which clothes she wanted to bring and which were staying home in her closet. "Alright, I've got everything sorted out! It took forever but it's finally done. Now to just put it all in my backpack and-" Before she could even grab her backpack, a crowd of yells and laughter boomed throughout the house. Syra's eyes went to her door and within a matter of seconds, it burst open and in came her mother's Tressemiao who was decorated in glitter and bows. "Tresse!" the pokemon yelled and jumped up onto Syra's bed, running as fast as its little legs would take it. As if on cue, a group of children ranging from two to nine followed screaming and reaching for the colorful cat.


Syra couldn't believe her eyes. All that hard work only to have it ruined by a cat and her siblings. "STOP!" she yelled, causing everyone and every Pokemon in the room to stop what they were doing and looked at the girl. "It took me all day to do this any now it's all ruined...." she said feeling defeated as she sunk down to the floor. Syra ran her hands through her hair and looked up at her ceiling, Tressemiao jumped from her head and shaking its body of the bows and some glitter. "Tre...." it pouted and nuzzled Syra's leg. Syra looked at the cat and smiled softly, knowing that she couldn't stay mad at it. "Kids! What did I tell you about putting glitter on Tressemiao?" her mother's voice and presence joined in with an empty glitter bottle in her hand. "Where's Syra? Isn't she supposed to be getting ready for tomorrow?" her mother asked and looked around, before her eyes settled on the messy pile of clothes. "Oh man. What happened here?" a few more voices came in and Syra lifted herself up with Tressemiao pressed against her.


"Hey, Sy, I thought you were going to get ready for tomorrow." one of her older brothers commented. "Yeah, what happened, Sy? You know you can't begin a journey like this. You'll put our family name to shame." her eldest sister said, shaking her head and sighing. Syra's face began to heat up, her anger and annoyance growing. "Don't you think I know that? I just finished packing then the kids came and messed everything up!" she retaliated, tears forming in her eyes. Seeing the tears, her older siblings flinched a bit and looked at each other. "Alright guys. Out. Out now. All of you. Let us talk to Sy Sy alone, ok?". When the small children were gone, the older children closed the door and sat down on Syra's bed. "We'll help you pack, so don't cry. Ok? You'll be starting on your Pokemon journey tomorrow so no more tears." her sister said and hugged Syra gently. Syra hugged her back and looked up at her, smiling and nodding. "Have you thought of what Pokemon you're going to choose as your starter?" her brother asked as he helped to get things she would need. Syra nodded and giggled turning to her dresser and grabbing her journal. She opened the book and showed it to her siblings. "Oh, so you want that one! It's super cute! I mean, not as cute as my Loceam, but still cute!" her sister added in, giggling and holding up her Pokeball. Syra looked at her siblings as they began to share the stories of their Pokemon journeys. Syra listened closely as her siblings talked about the different paths they took when they began their own journeys. They were all different ages when they started, like how Syra was 13 and just starting her journey while most children started at age 10. She had to wait three years because her family wanted to save up to make sure that their little girl had all they needed to have a safe trip.


"Hm? Hey, hun where are all the kids?" Syra's mother asked, it was uncharacteristically quiet in the Rue household and that usually meant trouble. Her father looked around and shrugged, looking at his Vivorath whom opened an eye and shrugged. The giant man sighed and stood up, staggering at his massive 6'6 height. He pulled his pants up and looked beside him to see his almost as equal height wife. The two looked into each room, getting worried when there was no sign of the kids. Not even the little ones. "Where do you think they could be?" his wife asked, concern lacing her voice. "There's one place we haven't looked. Syra's room. So don't worry, Elaina." he reassured her. The two soon approached Syra's room and opened it slowly, turning the lights on and seeing the sight before them. All of their children, all 15, were asleep in one place. Some piled on top of each other and others cuddled against each other. Even some of the older children's Pokemon were asleep with the kids. In the center was Syra, fast asleep and cuddling her backpack. "Well, will you look at that? How sweet. Let's let them be. After all they won't see Syra for awhile." her mother said and turned the lights off, turning and walking away. Her father looked at his sleeping children and smiled proudly.


"Good night, Pokemon trainer."







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Amy O'Deluga


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The Basics


Full Name: Amelia Amethyst O'Deluga


Nickname: Amy


Age: 12


Gender: Female


Type: Flying


Goal: To become a member of the Elite Four and become a world-famous Flying-type trainer


First Impression


Height: 4'6


Hair Color: Light purple


Eye Color: Blue


Outfit: What can be seen in the picture. What's not shown in the picture is a long, button-up jacket, a pair of jeans, and purple rain boots.


My True Self


Home Town: Nova City


Personality: Amy is a plucky, fun-loving girl who has an unconditional love for Pokémon, especially Flying-Types. She has a habit of going against opponents that are tougher than her, or ones that can easily defeat her in battle. She is determined and fearless, and will not hesitate to do what she wants in order to win. Some say that she has quite the heart of fire, and a flame that never burns out even in the harshest of rains. She doesn't like to be underestimated by people, or not taken seriously because of her childish appearance. But she knows that is she pushes forward and does what is needed, she can achieve her dreams.


Story: Amy was born to the O'Deluga family in Nova City. The O'Deluga family is famous for The O'Deluga Trading Company. A company that ships various goods from the region to other regions across the world, and in exchange, comes back with their resources. From the day she was born, she was expected to work in the company when she got older. However, she felt like a bird in a cage in her current situation. She found her peace in Flying-type Pokémon. She always had a dream to fly around freely with them. Her parents, however, weren't exactly excited about it. Amy practically begged for her parents to let her become a trainer instead of working in some boring old company. Her parents reluctantly agreed, but they still hold a bit of disappointment to this day.


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After a good nights sleep and a beautiful dream about soaring in the sky. Amy awoke in her posh bed. The comfy sheets wrapped around her, making her feel like a cocoon. Luckily for her, she woke up before the alarm went off. She had five more minutes to close her blue eyes and rest, before that wretched, loud noise filled her eardrums with annoyance. As she found herself drifting away, disconnecting from the physical realm into the dream realm, her alarm clock went off. Although she wasn't happy about that stupid alarm clock going off, she sat up in bed. Her hair was a tangled mess, but nothing a few strokes with a brush can't fix.


She pulled her sheets off, and her feet touched the soft rug beneath. She slowly got up and took a deep breath, before whipping away some drool at her mouth. "Disgusting..." she muttered to herself before walking to her bathroom. She got a comb and stroked her hair, counting to one-hundred for each and every stroke, before her hair was neat and tidied up again. She gets herself prepared for the day by doing her typical morning ritual. Shower first, clean ears second, brush teeth third, floss fourth, and so on. As she slipped on her right boot after getting the other one on, she knew it was time to begin the day. She placed her soft hat on her head and opened the door that lead to the hallway. She took another deep breath, and stepped out to greet the world.
 

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    The Basics

    Full Name: Eisuke Shingi


    Nickname: Suke


    Age: 10


    Gender: Male


    Type: Fire


    Goal: To become a great warrior, like his father, by catching many pokemon and challenging the elite four.
    First Impression
    First Impression

    Height: 4'11"


    Hair Color: Chestnut


    Eye Color:Brown


    Outfit: Eisuke, an avid kendoka, is always seen in his solid black keikogi and hakama. On his side he carries a bamboo shinai, held by a black sash. His belongings are held in a simple black rucksack.
    My True Self
    My True SelfHome Town: Nash Town


    Personality: As a more traditional family, the Shingi household puts wisdom, honor, and perfection above all. It is from this upbringing that Eisuke inherits his indomitable will and determination, as well as his thirst for knowledge. The combination of these three traits are the reason Eisuke has decided to live life with pokemon, on the path to becoming a pokemon master. The farther Eisuke travels, the more he learns, the more he is victorious, the more he feels worthy of his family name.


    Though his unwavering perseverance has its benefits, it also has its downfalls. To others unfamiliar with the Shingi family, Eisuke seems hardheaded, stubborn, and competitive. He will do most anything (within his code of honor) to win where others would quit. He sees almost all others as his rivals. Though sometimes difficult to get past his serious, competitive nature, Eisuke is as loyal as anyone to those he calls friend.


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    Eisuke awoke to the sound of the sunrise bells, signaling the changing of the guard. He arose from his bed and stood groggily, glancing at the sole source of light in his room-a small window on the far wall. The grey stone walls surrounding him greedily soaked up the light. Just one more day, he thought. The wood flooring beneath his feet creaked as he started towards it, still rubbing his eyes.


    With a quiet creak, the window swung open, allowing the cool, moist air inside the stuffy room. Eisuke breathed deeply, knowing it could be his last chance to enjoy the fresh air before it was polluted with torrential rain. He couldn't understand how, between such large walls and the Oldooz range at their backs, the town of Nash still received such large quantities of rain. The sun took a last look at the enormous black walls -and the guards manning them- surrounding Nash Town before hiding behind a sea of clouds, likely not to be seen again for days. As it did, Eisuke's world grew darker.


    Eisuke rushed downstairs to start his daily kendo practice, where his sensei was waiting. "Rest today. You will have plenty to do tomorrow, pokemon trainer," his sensei said, before turning and exiting the room. Eisuke bowed deeply. "Yes, sensei." he said, grateful for the break. His muscles still ached horribly from yesterday's practice.


    Eisuke ran to the nearest door before hearing the sound of the wind. It howled through the trees and threw hail-like rain on the few stragglers who had yet to come indoors. He looked up to the sky, knowing that out beyond the walls lie so much more. And tomorrow, he thought, I will finally be able to see it all.


 
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The basics
Full Name| Amy R. Toshi Acevedo

Nickname| Aims, R, Avocado, And ToTo

Age| 13!

Gender| Female

Type| Any type, but mostly grass and ghost

Goal: To become a world famous performer and pokè researcher

Frist Impressions


Height| 5'9

Hair Color| Raven

Eye Color| Emerald green

Outfit| Due to her injuries she much prefers to wear long sleeved sweaters, shirts, or dresses. She never passes up on leggings or hats when available to her, it's all part of a show after all! Ruffled shirts are also a much better alternative to plain tee shirts. But she is know to enjoy wearing short sleeves and shorts when with people she is comfortable with.

My True self


Home town| Galexia Town

Personality| Where to start?! Amy has a natural knack for preforming, often takin on a loud and bold persona once in the lime light. She is more often then not seen skiping around, full of positive emotions. There is a soft spot for puns and corny jokes in her heart. She can also be a bit sarcastic to new people she meets. There is a small dark side to her, once she is pushed far enough she will break and take on the cold shoulder approach. She will block out others and focus on getting rid of the thing that plagues her physic.

Story| Born to a small family, Amy R. Toshi Acevedo is the youngest of two siblings. The other is off on their own journey in the Kanto region, you know doing stuff. While a still infant Amy spent her childhood with her parents, life had its ups and downs like any one life did. But the few things that held out were Amy's infatuation with learning about Pokemon and preforming. She continued her two crafts with the help of her family and different acting schools.

Unfortunately for Amy life got a bit harsher for her. Her entire back had been burned in freak accident with an unattended candle, she managed to recover form her injuries but left with the marks the plague her. Though that never stopped her from following her dreams.








 

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Emilia Emory





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THE BASICS



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Emilia Emory




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Emi / Emily / Milly


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Female




?Age?

13


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Dragon and Water, the types of Pokemon Claire, her idol, uses are her favorite, but she'll use whatever she needs to in order to be the strongest.




?Goal?

To be the strongest and crush anyone who opposes her.

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FIRST IMPRESSION



?Height?


5'01"


?Hair Color?


Light Blue





?Eye Color?


Green


?Outfit?


Emilia almost exclusively wears white and blue colored clothing. Her favorite outfit and the one she wears most often is a white dress accented by blue ribbon. She even made a belt out of extra ribbon to strap things to. Right now she just has her music player stuck to it, but she's already prepared spots to stick her pokeballs to for when she's a real Pokemon master. Emilia loves listening to her music, so she's usually got her headphones on her head playing something or another. Her sandals and her music player were specially designed to match the brooch she always wears, a gift from her mother.
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MY TRUE SELF



?Hometown?


Nova City
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?Personality?


Emilia's personality isn't exactly one of her best qualities. All most people will ever see of it is the typical stuck-up rich girl persona she loves showing off. She's cold to new people and doesn't like interacting much with people she doesn't need to. If someone serves no purpose to her, there is no purpose for her to talk to them. She's going to become the champion after all, dealing with weaklings will only slow her down.


That said, she is truly a rich girl, and quite a bit of her persona is just how she really is. Emilia is naive about so many things, but rather than playing it off and pretending she knows more than she does she's far more likely to admit her mistakes and learn from them. She is proud, but her desire to grow stronger always comes first, and she knows that won't happen if she can't admit faults and take action to fix them. One doesn't become the best by being stubborn and refusing to change.


The quickest way to earn Emilia's recognition, if not respect, is to beat her soundly in a Pokemon battle. That pretty much guarantees she'll return in the future for a rematch after she's trained and prepared better. A true champion cannot leave any mark against them go uncorrected.


Sometimes others, and even Emilia herself, lose track of the fact that she is still a young girl. The only ones she really lets see her softer warmer side is her parents, no one else. She secretly loves cute Pokemon and thinks contests are something amazing. But cute Pokemon aren't strong, and contests won't make her Pokemon stronger, so she refuses to waste time on them. A true champion doesn't waste time on weak Pokemon or trivial activities.
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?Story?


Emilia's mother is a famous singer, her father a successful businessman. Needless to say, she hasn't had to deal with failure very often in her life so far. Her mother left six months ago to tour around the world, one of her longer trips but nothing particularly new. She left on those kinds of trips every so often. Sometimes Emilia got to go see her when she was in far-off places, which was always fun. Whens he was really little her father and her had gone with her mother on the entire tour. It's still one of her more precious memories.





Speaking of her father, he's truly a wonderful man and a loving father. No matter how busy he may be with work he always takes time out to spend with his daughter. He buys her whatever she wants and spoils her of course, but he also just spends time with her, takes walks around the city with her, shows her all kinds of Pokemon, reads stories to her.


Those stories of mythical Pokemon just waiting somewhere out there, for someone strong enough and worthy of their power to appear stuck with Emilia through the years. But what really set her mind on becoming a great Pokemon trainer was seeing the Johto Dragon Pokemon gym leader battling on television. At first she just watched her battles because she thought they kind of looked similar, a little bit, but Emilia fell in love with watching Claire's battles. Her Pokemon were incredible, and she was so confident, and she was always so dignified whether she stomped her challenger or even if she lost. The Blackthorn City gym leader became young Emilia's idol.





Her parents had always told her that she could do anything she wanted wit her life, and they weren't very surprised when she said she wanted to leave on an adventure to become a Pokemon trainer. What did surprise them was the ambitious words that followed. "But not just another weakling, I'm going to be the champion, one so strong that even champions from around the world can't beat me." Her father laughed loud and hard. "That's my girl! Nothing less than the world is enough for her!"
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WRITING SAMPLE



It was almost the big day, in 24 hours she'd finally take the first step towards her dream. Well, less than 24 hours at this point. The sun was already high in the sky above Polaris City, and Emilia had yet to extract herself from her overstuffed bed. She'd been awake for hours now, she was just finding it a bit difficult to take the next step. For all she knew this would be the last time she'd be able to sleep in as late as she wanted for quite a while, and she intended to enjoy it to its fullest.


A beep interrupted her music. Someone was calling her. She pulled the Caster she was using to listen to her music closer to see who it was, though there was really only one person who it really could be.


"Hello Daddy," she answered into the mic on her headphone's cord. "Yes, I arrived safely. No, I haven't had time to see much of the city yet." Not really a lie, she really hadn't found the time what with sleeping taking up so much of her precious time. "Eh, n-no, I'm not still sleeping!" Less of a lie since she was now sitting up in the bed. "Fine, yes, I mean no, I haven't left the room yet." She was quiet for a while her father lectured her about how she wouldn't be able to sleep the day away if she was really serious about wanting to be a Pokemon trainer, especially if she was aiming as high as she was. Didn't he see that was exactly why she was wasting this last day away?


"Yes, don't worry about me. I'm prepared Dad. I know. I said I know. I love you too, tell Mom I do too." She clicked the button to hang up and fell back down onto the fluffy mattress with a sigh. "No Emi, you can't go back to bed. You have to get up." She took a deep breath. "Get up now!" Drawing on willpower to move her body she jumped out of the too comfortable bed.


About an hour later she was finally all ready to go. The sun was already on the second half of its trip across the sky by the time she finally emerged from the hotel her father had gotten a room for her to stay in so long as she was in the city. Emilia set off to spend the rest of the day she had left exploring as much of the city as she could. But first, breakfast. Not getting out of bed until past noon meant she'd missed the usual time one usually ate breakfast, but in a city of this size there had to be somewhere still serving pancakes.



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RELATIONSHIPS



?Peony Landau?

Though she'd never go as far as admitting it, Emilia is truly grateful to have someone like Peony around. Peony's curiosity makes her willing to ask a lot of the questions that Emilia also wants to know the answers to but is to proud to ask. She doesn't want to look like she doesn't know anything, but Peony doesn't seem to have any problem asking anything and everything she wants to know. Of course, relying on someone else to figure out things leaves the blind spot of whenever Peony already knows something Emilia is usually left in the awkward situation of having to pretend she knows what the other girl is talking about when she really has no clue at all and just refuses to admit it.





?Syra Rue?


Why is this girl being so nice? What does she want? Emilia is still uncertain how to deal with Syra. She's always a little uncomfortable around the other girl. How can someone be so caring towards everyone else? What's her deal really? Doesn't she have any drive to be better than others at all? From Emilia's point of view, Syra is like a paper cutout, flat and empty, lacking any real vision or desire to make her a real person. It's creepy. So despite her never doing any wrongs towards Emilia, she always seems to act just a little bit colder towards Syra. It's like Emilia is trying to provoke her.


?William Fox?


A person who has a goal they've set for themselves and doesn't let others slow him down as he chases it. Emilia respects that resolve, and so she seems just a tad less chilly towards William. After all, he's got a strong goal just like she does, but unlike Jason William's goal doesn't intersect with her own. If she's able to and in the mood, she might be willing to help William work towards his goal, maybe, if it happens to come up. Emilia thinks its entertaining whenever William leaves one of his friends out to dry, but he'd better not try it with her. She doesn't take kindly to people who inconvenience her.





?Niklaus Velstrom?


Niklaus, Emilia could feel her energy levels dropping just wasting a moment thinking about the boy. He's got even less substance to him than Syra does. For someone that's supposed to be smart, he seems to have quite the difficulty thinking for himself. Like a puppet, but no, he's smart, so more like a calculator. It might be helpful when you need to solve a problem, but unless you give it the numbers it just sits there useless. That's what Niklaus is; useful but useless as a person. And unlike with Syra, Emilia feels no motivation at all to poke and prod him to see if there's really anything better in there.





?Jason Daniels?


Emilia's eyes narrowed slightly, hardly noticeable unless one was looking for it. Jason, someone else after her throne. She sees him as someone she can use to get stronger, but not as a real threat. Sure if he gets strong enough he might be a minor inconvenience, but she's confident that nothing will stand in her way if she constantly gets stronger and stronger. After all, this boy doesn't have what it takes to climb to the top. His resolve isn't hard enough to crush whatever stands before him. Instead of emerging as a brilliant diamond untouchable by anyone, the pressure will crush him. Emilia almost pities him, almost, if not for his goal being the same as her own she might pity him a little more. So a friendly rival for now, she supposes, but that's all he is. Eventually he'll be held back by his own limitations, and she'll continue to rise ever higher.

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---Full Name---





Alex Tom Hill


---Nickname---





Alex


---Age---





12


---Gender---





Male


---Type---





Anything he considers to be cute, including (but not limited to) Bug, Normal, Fairy and Water


---Goal---





To become a famous Pokemon fashionista, and to challenge the Elite Four
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---Height---





5'0"


---Hair Colour---





Baby Pink


---Eye Colour---





Light Blue


---Outfit---





Alex likes to wear clothes that are light and have pastel colours, resulting in him looking rather girlish. He keeps his hair loose in a simple bob with bangs, he doesn't like hair accessories as he feels like he's slowed down by it. He wears a pale yellow throw-on jacket tied at the front with a large matching ribbon with blue ends and a rose bead in the middle. It has a weaved in ribbon going through the edges of the jacket to add an embellishment to it. The jacket covers a similarly coloured T-shirt that's plain, as to protect him from getting wet as the jacket is waterproof. And to make sure his hands don't get dirty he likes to keep on a pair of light pink gloves on.


Alex wears a pair of matching light pink skirt made out of linen that reach to his knees to keep the colour scheme going. A rather large blue ribbon wraps around his waist. He keeps the rest of his legs warm with light blue socks that cover his calves, accompanied by simple black shoes that are designed for show. He just wants to wear his favourite colours and to look good in front of everyone, not to hike mountains and travel deserts.
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---Home Town---





Avior City


---Personality---





The second you see Alex you would probably mistake him for a girl, since the way he dresses and acts are all extremely girlish. His parents wanted an only girl, and when Alex came they were rather disappointed but they make do with him by raising him as a girl. As a result of this he grew accustomed to acting like a girl and dressing as one.


Along with this trait, he has a big fashion sense to him. Everything he wears must match and be clean, if there's a stain on them he will throw it out without a thought. His lifelong dream is to become a Pokemon fashion designer, and by getting his first Pokemon he hopes to be able to start exploring the world and to see all of the different fashion senses across Oldooz.


Another great trait of him is how he can keep up a positive attitude through tough situations. He may secretly have a horrible feeling underneath but he won't keep others down because of it.


However, he can be rather oblivious to his actions or about others. He assumes everyone is good-hearted, even the most suspicious of figures. He follows the moral of 'don't judge a book by it's cover' very seriously, which is the main reason for his obliviousness. Alex's parents hope that by sending him on this journey he can learn that some people don't have a heart of gold and that he can pursue his dream of becoming a Pokemon fashionista and to maybe defeat the Elite Four.


---Story---





It all started with Alex's mum and dad marrying and wanting a child. They both wanted a child that didn't cause any trouble, and they both knew that they wanted a girl. They knew that the boys in their neighborhood would make their child to grow up to be a troublemaker, but the girls are much quieter and do as they're told. So the couple wanted a baby girl.


But they ended up getting a baby boy, Alex. They were rather disappointed, but they got a plan to simply make him to live like a girl. Of course, the little baby Alex had no say on this and was forced to grow up as a girl.


This caused quite a few complications, with the main ones being bullying and schools. In the end Alex was taught at home at the age of 8 as every school around them ended up with Alex somehow being bullied. However, Alex kept a positive attitude on the outside throughout this tough time of his life. He didn't mind being a girl for his parents, but the bullying did have an effect on his actual mood.


Alex grew up and gained his passion for Pokemon fashion after watching many shows and attending some in Avior City. He loved how Pokemon fitted in outfits and the how much their whole attitude changes after wearing some different clothes. His parents admired that their child has this dream of becoming a Pokemon fashionista and decided to send him to Polaris City to receive his first Pokemon in hopes that he will be able to travel around Oldooz and achieve his dreams.
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"Kyo!" exclaimed Kyogame, admiring the multicoloured flowers in the center of Polaris City. There were narrow strips of grass where trees and plants have grown, allowing there to be nature in the middle of a bustling city in a desert. Kyogame, who's name is Lime, waddled over to the blossoms and plucked a single yellow bud from the cluster. As the lime green Pokemon adored the dainty bud a slight hand grabbed onto his dark green ruff.





"Come on Lime, we need to catch up to mum and dad! You know mum will get mad at me again if I have to stay behind because of you." grumbled Alex, dragging Lime away from the green. This was the third time Kyogame has been distracted by the negligible plants by the pavement. The first two times it ended up with Alex and Lime losing his parents and Alex being berated by his mother, while his father was just happy he was found. Alex knew that this wasn't really going to give his parents a good mood since he was going to get his first Pokemon tomorrow. Lime was his dad's Pokemon even though the whole family shares him.


Even after Alex told Lime about what would happen, the Pokemon carried on slouching over the flower, absorbed by the fragile details in the pale petals. Letting out a groan, Alex started to pull Lime with him. This Pokemon wasn't exactly light, and Alex was definitely not strong. The pair needed to catch up to Alex's parents before they lose them again. All Alex wanted to do was to spend his last day out in the sunshine with his parents sightseeing, and maybe do a little bit of shopping for the last time together. So far they've mostly been separated because Lime was too engrossed in the flowers around Polaris City.


They eventually found Alex's parents in only a couple minutes, but that was enough for his mum to go on another rant. "What have I told you about staying with us? You know how dangerous it is to be lost on your own buttercup, this is a whole city we're in! Do you know what kind of people live here? Bad ones, that's what." she complained, checking Alex for any signs of injury. Lime looked up as he heard Alex being yelled at for the third time today. "Sorry Mama, I won't wander off again..." apologized Alex, knowing it was futile to try to reason with his mother when she was angry. "Let's not get bothered by our little buttercup getting lost again, it's her last day with us. Come on Lime, let's go to the flower gardens." negotiated his dad, knowing that by going to the nearby gardens would make everyone happy again. And it worked, Lime laid the flower on the concrete, Alex skipped along next to his parents as they all approached the flourishing garden.
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Niklaus Velstrom







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The Basics



Full Name: Niklaus Velstrom


Nickname: Klaus


Age: 12


Gender: male


Type: Any


Goal: To follow in his fathers footsteps and become a Pokemon trainer strong enough to make his father proud.





First Impression



Height: 4’8”


Hair Color: Blue and Black


Eye Color: Blue


Outfit: Niklaus regular attire consists of his favorite brown long sleeve tee with a red tank top layered over top. He wears a pair of black slacks and some matching red and black sneakers. He never leaves home though without the red cap his dad gave him just before he left for his adventure. He gave it Niklaus on the condition that he would keep it safe until he returned. The outfit isn’t complete without the brown pack he carries on his back that he got from an outing to Polaris City with his mom.





My True Self



Home Town: Galexia Town


Personality: Niklaus is smart even if he is behind compared to the bright minds of Galexia town. He knows much of the world of Pokemon but some of his other studies suffer a bit as a result. He feels that it isn’t as important since he wants to become a successful Pokemon trainer. However for all the things he may know he still finds himself frequently plagued by terrible bouts of indecisiveness when it comes to most things not Pokemon related. He often relies on the advice of others to help him make up his mind which can sometimes lead him into trouble.


Niklaus tries to be a kind and considerate person as his mother always taught him to be. He often helps out in town whenever there are festivals or other events going on and always volunteers to help clean up afterwards. He is always willing to share what he has with others. Niklaus however is a bit naïve and is very liable to be taken advantage of. He trusts others innately and sometimes finds himself disheartened when he learns that he was wrong. Niklaus is very empathetic and finds it easy to think of others feelings and emothions. This however has a downside as he is easily affected by the negative emotions of other. He can oft times find himself upset from bearing witness to an argument between two people or sad from hearing the plight of a stranger.


Story: Niklaus was born in Galexia town where his mother is a teacher and his father a Pokémon trainer. His father left when Niklaus was young to go out and strive to become and even stronger trainer. His father hasn’t returned yet and apart from the occasional letter no one has heard from him. Niklaus remembers seeing his fathers Pokémon battling and that was the moment that he decided he wanted to be just like his dad and go out on a Pokémon adventure and become an amazing trainer. His mother though, knowing how much of a toll such a life can take on your loved ones and the danger it can present, has tried to steer Niklaus away from this path. Niklaus has remained steadfast in his determination to become a Pokémon trainer strong enough to make his father proud. To this end Niklaus constantly sneaks away from town to observe Pokémon as much as possible and hopefully bear witness to a few heated battle between trainers.








Writing Sample



Niklaus stretched his arms as he sat up in his bed. His room was only dimly lit as the sun was just starting to peek its head out over the horizon. He glanced at the clock and to his surprise it only read 5:00 AM. He couldn’t help it though as excitement coursed through his veins and robbed him of any chance he had at sleep. His excitement stemmed from the fact that today happened to be his twelfth birthday. Niklaus hoped that it would be the day he could convince his mom to let him go on his own Pokémon adventure. His mom had continuously told him that he was too young to go out by himself. Now that I’m twelve she will have to change her mind though, Niklaus thought to himself. He climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed in his favorite red long sleeve shirt and ran downstairs. His mom was cooking breakfast already and wished him happy birthday. His mind wondered for a moment how she was always able to get up so early.


“I hope you don’t mind waffles and bacon for your birthday?” She asked him rhetorically with a grin spreading across her face. The bacon sizzled and popped as it fried in its own grease and the powerful smell filled the kitchen. This elicited a loud grumble from Niklaus’ stomach. “How did you sleep last night, sweetie?”


“Great thanks mom. I dreamt that I was battling Grungy of the Elite Four. Me and Kingsess were dominating his Pokemon. It was such an exhillirating feeling mom!” Niklaus explained excitedly as he poured two glasses of orange juice for him and his mom. He almost spilled it as he got so worked up describing his dream. Niklaus continued to describe the dream battle in detail to his mom as they sat down to eat breakfast. His mom sat and listened to the whole story with an attention that only a parent could possess. She only shook her head when Niklaus forgot to finish chewing his food before continuing the story.


“Mom now that I’m 12 don’t you think I should be able to become a Pokemon Trainer?” Niklaus asked his mom casually as they finished eating. He started cleaning dishes instead of making eye contact with his mom. He knew his mom had realized what he was going to ask, but he was hopeful for the fact that she didn’t say no right away. After what seemed like an eternity she finally decided to answer.


“I don’t think it’s a good idea Niklaus. You haven’t been doing well in school and you need to take the time to study if you ever want to have a good job someday. I’m sorry son.”


A little while after his conversation with his mom Niklaus decided to go out for a walk to take his mind of the disappointing answer he received. He grabbed his hat and bag and climbed out his window. He followed the same small trail through the woods that he always takes when he sneaks out of town. The woods were quiet and he had a peaceful walk. When the path finally met up with the route to the next town he saw a young girl around his age talking to an older looking man in front of her. Niklaus was too far away to see much but the young girl appeared to be distraught. He decided to walk closer and see if she was ok. As he approached he saw the man had a Tombanake sitting beside him and the girl was clutching her Yarmeow in her arms. Niklaus was able to overhear a bit of the conversation and he could hear the man demanding that the young lady hand over her Yarmeow. When the girl pleaded and started crying, the man just started laughing.


“This is going to be fun! HAHAHA, Tombanake tackle her!” the man cackled. The Tombanake raised itself up and prepared to strike. Niklaus realized he had to do something, but there was no time to think. He sprinted in and tackled the man with all the force he could muster. Niklaus and the man tumbled together into the man’s Tombanake. Niklaus scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could and took a position in front of the young girl. The man finally managed to untangle himself from his Tombanake and stood up. His face was flush with an embarrassed rage and he stood there steaming for a moment before he finally spoke.


“GRR, You got lucky girl. I’ll get your Yarmeow next time!! Tombanake return” The man said as he recalled his Tombanake to its pokeball. He turned and walked away leaving the young girl and Niklaus standing there alone.


“Are you ok?” He asked her as he helped her off the ground. Yarmeow smiled and purred softly into the girls arms. As they recovered Officer Icilio came running over the hill into view.


“Yes thank you for helping me out” she said softly as she returned her Yarmeow to her pokeball. As the two were talking Officer Icilio finally caught up to them.


“Are you kids ok? I heard a scream and came running as quickly as I could. Lets get you two back to town now.” Officer Icilio asked with concern as he started walking the two back towards town. As they walked back the young girl recounted the events to Officer Icilio and he escorted her to her house.


Niklaus sat at his kitchen table as Officer Icilio finished telling his mom about the events that had happened. Niklaus knew he was in trouble and that now more than ever his mom wouldn’t let him become a trainer. Niklaus’ mother finished speaking to the officer and, after closing the door, took a seat next to Niklaus. She sat there for a few long moments appearing to consider carefully what she would say. Niklaus could naught but sit there staring at his lap. After what seemed an eternity his mother finally spoke.


“So it appears I may have been wrong about you not being ready.” His mother spoke with a tone that belied her resignation. Niklaus began to lift his head realizing that was nothing like what he expected to hear. “Officer Icilio explained to me what happened and how brave you were to charge in to that girls aid. You definitely seem like your capable of taking care of yourself and even those around you. As much as I don’t like to say it I think your ready to become a Pokemon trainer.” Niklaus finally looked his mom in the eye and saw she had a warm smile spread across her face and Niklaus couldn’t help but let a huge grin of his own form.


He jumped up and pumped his fist excitedly in the air yelling, “I’M GOING TO BE A POKEMON TRAINER!!! Thanks mom!!”


“Ok calm down and get upstairs. You have things to pack and you better go to bed early since you have a big day ahead of you” his mom reminded. Niklaus didn’t need to be told twice as he tore off up the stairs to get ready for his adventure.



 
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