Fandom Pokémon: Shattered World Characters Page

[ChoShadow]

This is where we will post our characters to the RP.

If you have not contacted me in some way, either in the OOC thread for this RP or via private message, you may NOT post a character to this thread. If you do, I will have it removed.

Communication is a basic courtesy between role-players and the GM of the RP they want to join. If you won't show me that basic courtesy, I am not obligated to allow you to participate.

Thank you.​

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Age: 20
Sex: Female
DOB: December 25, 1996
Birthplace: Saffron City, Kanto Region
Height: 5' 11" (~180cm)
Weight: 140 lbs. (~63kg)
Hair Color: Indigo Blue
Eye Color: Violet
Body Type: Mesomorph
Voice Type: (Example starts at 0:27)

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Starter Pokemon: Torpius (Female)

Personality: Josephine is a difficult person to read due to her rather troubled past and stoic exterior. Typically she is seen with a face that betrays no emotion whatsoever. No happiness. No anger. No sadness. Not even a sense of just being content. Expressively she is a blank slate with no tells whatsoever as to what she's feeling. Unless she speaks up or if you have strong psychic power and can read minds, you would never know what in the world is going on inside her head if she didn't say anything.

Josephine is rather cold when she first meets new people. It's not that she wants to be, nor that she is cold naturally. She is defensive. She'd rather whomever it is she's just met think of her as nothing but a casual acquaintance than a potential new friend. To that end she naturally tends to give one-word answers to questions and presents no interest in what's going on. Even when something is genuinely exciting or fun, she will never express it until she is alone and has time to smile and think about what a good time she had when she knows nobody is looking.

Biography: Josephine Falenas was born on December 25, 1996. Being born on Christmas Day came with a lot of mixed emotions. For one she was grateful to be born on a holiday, but the fact that she only got one round of presents instead of two like most kids did irk her a little in her youth. Her mother, Francis Yssandra Falenas, was and remains to this day a working artist and sculptor of Pokémon art. Some of her mother's art even hangs in museums dedicated to protecting and preserving modern art. Her father, Richard Rahl Falenas, was a successful entrepreneur who made a rather sizable fortune since he was part of a research team which helped develop the first in a new generation of Pokémon Trainer Safety Equipment.

Her father's invention is called the PokéLife App. It's an app installed directly into the Pokédex which monitors the owners vitals using a specially crafted and non-invasive electronic pulse. This pulse scans the user, bounces back information which is read by the app, and determines when and if the user is ever in danger, injured, severely ill, or in any other potentially life-threatening condition. If and when this is true, the Pokédex automatically sends out an alert to the nearest local law enforcement and emergency response units and broadcasts via satellite GPS tracking the location of the owner. This app has already saved over 2,200 lives since it first hit the scene in 2009, and continues to be one of, if not the single most important apps in the Pokédex today.

As for his daughter, Josephine... She grew up a perfectly normal child for the first handful of years of her life. But when her father died in a small plane accident during a business trip, everything went south. His business partner claimed total ownership and control of the business they'd built together and cut off Josephine and her mother from sharing any further fortunes. He also took them to court claiming the fortune earned by her father was rightfully his since he was the primary engineer behind the app. The court, thanks to his lawyers, ruled in his favor and Josephine and her mother had to pay nearly all of what they had to him as damages. Left with next to nothing, Josephine and her mother scraped by until her mother remarried when Josephine was five.

And so began the worst years of Josephine's life...

We won't go into what happened to Josephine over the next twelve years of her life from the age of five to the age of seventeen. That information is private and she keeps it well close to the vest. However we will inform you that they were enough to completely change a previously happy, go-lucky girl with a bright and positive disposition into the cold and apathetic woman she has since become. Known now as the Black Rose for her cold and apathetic demeanor, she travels the Kanto Region as a seemingly soulless wanderer who only stops to rest and eat at local restaurants and inns. Otherwise she keeps to herself and rarely if ever stops to speak to anyone for any reason unless she knows them or believes that they have or know something that she wants or needs to hear.

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Age: 21
Sex: Male
DOB: February 17, 1996
Birthplace: Blackthorn City, Johto Region
Height: 6' 1" (~185cm)
Weight: 185 lbs. (~83kg)
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Grey
Body Type: Mesomorph
Voice Type: Baritone (Example starts at 3:37)

Starter Pokemon: Venom (Zubat, now Golbat)

Personality: Tomoya is a steadfast, proud, and confident young man. Having trained in martial arts from an early age his self esteem and his sense of self worth are through the roof. Nobody can get him down, and nobody can insult him or throw him off. He is immune to taunting and goading, and once he makes up his mind nobody can change it unless he is presented with proof to an opposing solution which is superior to what he came up with initially. He is intelligent and well educated, having come from an upper middle-class family who prioritized education over all else. But he has a good social life as well and knows how to be a people person.

He's a bit of a big kid at heart as well. He is very curious and always eager to learn something new to apply to his knowledge pool. He also loves exploring and going wherever his instinct takes him. Every now and then this gets him into trouble since he doesn't always look before he leaps, and he's wandered into the dens or territories of several large Pokémon in the past which forced him to run for his life. A scary experience, but looking back it was almost always entertaining to him to think back on how silly he must have looked running and screaming from a Feraligatr when he got too close to the riverbank as a ten year old trying to go fishing.

But everyone has a dark side... And Tomoya is no different.

Despite his usually bright and unflinching nature, he does have his moments. At his core he holds no sympathy for those who do him wrong. A good example of this apathy and uncaring nature was revealed when one of the neighborhood bullies in Blackthorn fell into the lake and was attacked by a trio of Carvanha. The hungry and angry little Pokémon nearly removed his left arm before he scrambled out of the water with blood pouring from the gaping bite marks and rent flesh. Tomoya watched the whole thing without batting an eye. When the bully asked what the heck was wrong with him for not helping, Tomoya simply replied... "Karma". The bully didn't lose his arm, but his arm is permanently crippled because Tomoya refused to help him since Tomoya was one of his frequent victims.

If you've done Tomoya wrong and are in a life and death situation, don't count on Tomoya to help you.

Biography: Tomoya was born on February 17, 1996. His father, Hirito Akabane, was and remains to this day a successful Pokémon League competitor and former Pokémon League Champion. He won the title of "Most Powerful Trainer In The World" one time in 1989, seven years before Tomoya was born. It is a title he holds with pride and the trophy still sits in the family trophy room behind a locked glass case. A bit narcissistic, but it's not everyday you get a title and trophy indicating you're the "best in the world" at anything. So there's more than a bit of pride in the family about this achievement.

Tomoya himself aspired to be like his father from a young age and his father gave him a private at-home education on Pokémon Training starting at age 5 alongside his regular scholastic work. Because of this Tomoya has a fairly thorough knowledge of how to be a Pokémon Trainer even though he's never had a Pokémon of his own. But knowing what to do and being able to do it are two different things and that's where most of Tomoya's nervousness about having acquired his Pokémon Trainer's License came from as the day for testing approached. Tomoya passed the test with flying colors and acquired his License, but when he received his first Pokémon, a Zubat, he was scared out of his mind that he would do something wrong and hurt it or cause it some kind of undue stress.

Thankfully he was able to utilize what his father taught him to properly care for his new Zubat. It was purchased from a Breeder when it was still young, and since during its short life had seen it cared for by humans Zubat was quick to warm up to his new owner and bonded with Tomoya in a matter of days. Tomoya name Zubat Venom, a name he took to readily. Though it was difficult getting Venom to adapt to a life lived mostly during the day, it worked out easily enough and Tomoya was able to help him adapt in a matter of weeks with some help from his father. Venom evolved into Golbat by the time it was two years old, which was one year ago now.

Tomoya elected to simply become a vagabond Trainer going wherever his instincts take him. And it's because of this that he met someone interesting and formed a rather unique, albeit odd, bond. Josephine Falenas. The Black Rose and a wanderer without a Pokémon companion of her own. The first time they met was in Celadon City's game corner where Josephine was passing time casually sitting and watching people play the slots. Tomoya engaged her in conversation, but her stiff and one-word responses rubbed him the wrong way. But Tomoya didn't let her off and called her out on that behavior. After a rather lengthy conversation with her, he learned that she was naturally defensive around new people and didn't want to make friends.

Tomoya didn't accept this, of course, and so he kept pushing and talking until Josephine at last got up and left the game corner telling him to "bug off". Tomoya encountered her again a few weeks later in Vermillion City at the harbor watching the Cruise Ships like the S.S. Anne floating in the water. She recognized him the moment she turned to look at him when he called to her, and looked back out at the ocean. An hour of badgering later and Josephine snapped again leaving Tomoya behind with a firm "leave me alone!" command. Tomoya, either out of a moment of genius or naiveté, felt that he was having a positive effect and promised himself that the next time he saw her he'd convince her to go with him to get a Pokémon of her own and travel with him for a while.

Well... He did that. They ran into each other again three months later at Cerulean City where Josephine was sitting by the river taking a nap which Tomoya rather rudely interrupted. She groaned upon seeing him and asked him if he had anything better to do with his life than bother her. He said "no", and she about fainted from mental exhaustion despite the conversation lasting less than five seconds. He sat next to her and asked her over and over again why she wanted to be alone to which she finally screamed "I don't know!" at him. But having gotten her to admit that much, he was able to gently talk her down into a calmer state and convince her that having a Pokémon for a companion would be a good thing for her. Once he got her to agree to that, he convinced her, very carefully, to travel with him so he could teach her the ins and outs of being a Pokémon Trainer and that once she felt she was ready she could part ways with him and just enjoy her new Pokémon.

Josephine reluctantly agreed to this arrangement, and so now Tomoya has a (reluctant and still grumpy) travel companion!

 

[DemetrioMachete]

Name: Monty Rogers
Age: 24
Sex: Male
DOB: April 7th, 1993
Birthplace: Opelucid City, Unova
Height: 5' 11" (~180cm)
Weight: 194 lbs. (~87.99kg)
Hair Color: Light Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Body Type: Ectomorph
Voice Type: Tenor, with an antiquated accent. (Example: )

Starter Pokemon: Magnemite (Genderless)

Personality: Monty is an exceptionally amicable person, swollen with charisma, kindness and a desire for fun. He has a deep fear and loathing of the ocean, identified as genuine Thalassophobia. By extension, he dislikes most Water type Pokemon, as well.

He is slow to truly anger when it comes to people, yet he can get quickly frustrated when it comes to inanimate objects, if they fail to work properly. If he becomes angry at a person, he will not show it outwardly, preferring to fall back on passive aggressive behaviors.

Biography: Monty was born to the Rogers family in antiquated Opelucid City. Their general lack of reliance on advanced technology meant that Monty was raised to do things the old fashioned way, and to value tradition above all else. From a young age, he was taught how to play music, in order to bring in extra money for his family. His musical talents, over the course of a decade, have gone into the violin, the flute, and singing. At around the time of his 12th birthday, his parents made the decision to leave Unova entirely due to the sudden surge of extremists calling themselves Team Rocket becoming more prominent in their city of Opelucid. They boarded a vessel headed to Kanto, believing it to be free of Rocket's presence, to give an idea of how uninformed they were.

About midway through the trip, their ship was assaulted by a roving band of Sharpedo amidst a feeding frenzy. Their sheer force and speed rocked the ship, and Monty witnessed several people and pokemon fall in and be devoured brutally. It was the most terrifying day of his life, and he was fortunate to survive the ordeal, after the crew managed to fend off the Sharpedo. Monty would not leave his cabin for the rest of the trip, trembling in fear. This lead to his father bestowing upon him his first ever Pokemon, a Magnemite which had floated into Opelucid a long time ago. Monty was told if the predatory Pokemon returned, Electric type attacks could repel them swiftly. The Magnemite had already been broken in by Monty's father, and so when it began to accompany Monty himself, it was only a matter of time before the Pokemon became rather neutral to Monty's own presence. Its nightly use of Metal Sound comforted Monty, for he could not hear the ocean over the metallic ringing.

The day Monty got off the boat in Vermillion City was by far the best moment in his life. Though his parents grew short in temper, as their attempts to get Monty away from crime in Unova merely lead to being exposed to The much larger branch of Team Rocket in Kanto. In a matter of weeks, the family had relocated to Pallet Town, a small little hamlet away from all the Organized Crime. In the quiet town, Monty practiced his Bardship further, though his attempts to get Magnemite to join in his melodies never did quite work. His parent's wealth began to dramatically drop as they purchased their home, and were subject to more bills and tax than they ever were in antiquated Opelucid. They only barely saved themselves from bankruptcy by finding jobs as laborers.

Upon becoming an adult and finishing being homeschooled, Monty was released into the world and only told to come back for visits. As an immigrant from Unova, he found it quite unusual that he was able to take and pass the test to obtain his Trainer License, thinking a culture barrier would prevent him from integrating. Though, he has not done much with his status as a trainer, preferring to play music for profit in Pallet Town, while on the rare occasion making passage to Viridian City to do the same. He hopes that one day he could accompany somebody of great potential and ambition; one to write songs of and become a musical sensation across the world.​

 

[Polyblank]

Age: 19
Sex: Male
DOB: April 18th,1998
Birthplace: Alola Region; Kauai

Height: 5’ (~152cm)
Weight: 101 lbs. (~46kg)
Hair Color: Lost his hair due to extreme conditions and partially cutting it off, formally plain brown.
Eye Color: Unknown.
Body Type: Thin
Voice Type: Rarely speaks, voice is harsh and gravely with very little otherwise to distinguish it.
Items: A large oval stone kept on the side of his urn, a large container used to store water and housing for his Tyanmo.
Starter Pokémon: Nincada, Tynamo
Speciality: None yet, Prefers ground, rock and steel.

Personality: Atlas is a quiet, patient person of balanced disposition. Isolation made him initially a lonely individual, but as time crept by Atlas has become complacent and satisfied in his solitude. Because of this lack of human contact, Atlas has lost a lot of emotional radar and understanding, often misinterpreting human behavior. He can be come across as cold or unsympathetic – viewing humans as animals as much as Pokémon, and thus considering them part of the chain of life. When comfortable he is calm and monotonous. When agitated, he will usually remain silent, the only sign of his displeasure being a piercing gaze. By Atlas’s own admission, he usually prefers the company of Pokémon over humans.


Biography:

Born into Alola’s poorer districts, Atlas was sold off to pay for rent. He remembered very little of his parents and didn’t really care to return to them. The slave peddler he was sold to used him for common ground work in a vast estate, a better fate then most of his kind. During these odd jobs, he was patchily educated by other ‘groundkeepers’, learning to speak English and the way to survive as a lower-class citizen – albeit with a lot less honesty and a lot more ‘borrowing’. Atlas in his limited free time observed the Pokémon that surrounded the grounds he was stuck in for entertainment, learning to become patient and quiet so he could observe them without scaring the creatures away. Using this silent attitude, he stole and kept safe the one possession that had value – a large white stone, something that the slaver had kept loosely on display in the entrance hall. Finally having something of personal worth, his mind began to hope – and in turn pull away from the robotic thoughts of slave work.

As Atlas grew older he watched the animal surrounding him more, their freedom inspiring his own growing ambition. Feeling a real emotion this strong implored him to escape his ‘prison’, the only thing keeping him and the rest of the slaves there a loose guard and the manipulative training to enforce the trapped and broken souls from ever thinking of escape. Observing the Pokémon that crept into the grounds had shown him the eroding areas in the large walls, and he escape through these exits. Now free and without anything guiding him, he decided to immediately escape the islands, so he would never again be caught.

A boat stolen does not mean a sailor born however. Atlas began his journey on the second day he’d escaped, bringing a small amount of food and water he’d scavenged along with the stone. to a fishing boat he spied on the ports beyond the estate in his youth. Taking the basic rowing transport, he slowly rowed from Alola, his own strength and the tide taking him until the islands became a distant spec.

Hours of travel turned to days as his limited food and water dwindled, Atlas growing weaker as his body began to starve. At about two weeks, with no food for days and rainwater growing scarce, he collapsed and fell unconscious.

A thudding bump awoke Atlas as the teenager crawled to the edge of the boat. A glimpse of blue skin and a blowhole was all he saw before he fell into a daze again, dehydrated. The next time he woke rain was falling onto his face, and he was on a shore that he’d never seen before.

The next few days Atlas took advantage of nature’s bounty, slowly rejuvenating. The bounties here were plentiful, and many insect Pokémon were taking advantage of this.

The Nincada

The fifth day was the turning point. After he’d been crawling, and then shakily walking from tree to tree. But today he could run. The feeling of the sand against his feet was incredible, albeit hot. The warm but durable old cloak his days as a slave kept him warm, despite the memories it had. Atlas decided he should try and make some form of footwear – the rocky surface of the scrubland past the beach had looked much less kind. Using a trick he’d picked up from the older housekeepers, he began stripping one of the strange fruit trees he’d found of bark, threading it into a tight fitting covering over his feet and lower legs. Finishing the first bark ‘shoe’, he reached for another piece of bark to find it strangely resistant.

“…?”

Tugging it a little further, he inspected it to find a strange bug-like creature holding the opposing end of the bark further up, chewing on it stubbornly. The bug Pokémon was four legged and had green eyes that stared down at Atlas irritably. He released the bark, the thing scuttling up into the safety of the tall fruit trees. Taking less high up bark, he finished the other shoe and picked the low-lying branches.

For several days, he began to regain his muscle as he established essentials, dragging the damaged boat on shore and propping it up with a strong log to make it his shelter. A fire was the next step, as he found refracting small lumps of dirty glass (a sign that a fire Pokémon had been perhaps a little too excited, maybe?) made for far less energy than trying to use friction and sticks. Now able to cook the fruit he found their taste to be improved and had his first warm meal on the seventh day.

The Eighth day the rain came. The shoreline, unprotected by any precipitation blockage unleashed a torrent down, and Atlas found himself hungrily nibbling the remains of his previous meal underneath the relative shelter of the upturned fishing boat. As the day grew on he began to drowse, only awakening when he heard a scuttle.

Turning to his side, the boy found the same, if bedraggled Nincada shivering and wet. It seemed numb, for it didn’t resist when he began drying the bug’s carapace with his coat.

The next day it slept there once more, eating a few of the fruit he had stored. Atlas did not mind this.

The next day, the bug would sleep next to him.

The next day, it slept closer to him for warmth.

The next day he felt like he had a friend.

Now with his only Pokémon by his shoulder Atlas decided to leave the comfort of the beach, making a large lopsided urn out of the boat’s damaged sides to carry water. Keeping as many fruit as he could in his pockets, the boy and his cicada set out into the scrub. The scrub turned out to be short lived, as it transferred to brutal desert. The heat was not as intense as the deserts the slavers had spoken of, but was as equally dry. The large mountains he would learn to be called the Kanto ranges kept the precipitation from coming in, and he’d managed by luck to enter through one of the only bays into the shielded dunes. He travelled onwards, the heat beginning to irritate his eyes.

The second day in the desert Atlas was walking down a large dune when he tripped, falling down the hill clumsily. When he turned to see, what had tripped him, the upturned tip of a strange boat was visible. Learning to call it a dune rider he slowly unearthed it, and the former owner. The strange skeleton had a masklike structure he assumed was to keep the sun and heat off his face, and it fit him snugly. Now with transported he slowly learned through the next few weeks to channel the wind to his desired direction, operating the sail fluidly. He’d rather not remember all the times he upturned it though.

The Tynamo

After several months, learning the lay of the dunes and becoming an adept survivor, he came across his second skeleton. This one was vastly different, as it was more recent – he could see the bird Pokémon flying away from it, their bellies full of human flesh. The person had clothing – poor clothing for desert wear he mused, and appeared to have a collection of strange ball things the traders called pokeballs. Intrigued, he fiddled with the only one that didn’t seem dented or cracked, causing a bright red light to flash out. A strange fish met his eyes and he slowly picked it up in his hands. Was it dead? He couldn’t tell. Poking the thing in the face he received a nasty jolt of electricity, the thing stirring to life and trashing madly.

“Cheeky ay…” He chuckled, rubbing his hand in the sand in attempt to return feeling to it. The numbness ebbing away he tried to scoop it in the sand, finding the ground made it less painful to handle. Quickly grabbing the thing by the tail, he gently dropped it into the urn’s sideways hole, the little fish swimming into the water gleefully. Scavenging the cloth, he could from the apparent trainer for repairs and other use, he took a few bones for playthings and tools and continued along the vast expanse. The fish poked its head out, becoming less nervous as the day wore on, and by night almost always peered out of the urn, gazing at the human fearlessly. Unlike the stoic friendship of the Nincada the fish coddled and nuzzled Atlas with the uncanny behavior of a dog, which broke through his demeanor within hours. With an outlet of affection, He found himself wishing less and less that he’d ended up in a city and looked upon the dunes with newfound loyalty along with his new partner.

Atlas rarely had need to battle with his Pokémon. Most of the time it was simply to attack Cacturns, which were useful for their watery insides. Horrific to some his instincts grew to understanding of survival alone, and he forgot the few moral boundaries that his traders had kept. Yet he grew bonded to his Pokémon, caring for them as family and they likewise growing as his equals. Eventually as he turned 19, four years after he’d landed on the beach, he found the only civilization thus far – An abandoned Trade shack, lost to the desert winds and sands. Fate was smiling upon him finally, and he built a place for himself in the rugged lands

Now Atlas, having found his place in life decided to venture out from the desert, if only to wander. He has no intention to ever stray too far from this place – despite being a wanderer he has decided to call these lands home. However, Atlas does want to find something past his already decent fulfillment in life, and the limited population of Pokémon and variation in the desert means that he needs to venture past the mountains. Now exiting the mountain range to the lush forests of Kanto, Atlas is ready with his pokemon to find parts of him he lost to time and return to the dunes once he has a purpose. Whether his lack of a license or understanding of this new world gets in his way Atlas is prepared to enjoy life and forget his older days, and perhaps make a bigger family while he’s at it.

 

[Lux___Wolf]

LITTLE BROTHER TAN BRIDGE

Age: 25 - Sex: Male - DOB: June 20, 1991
Birthplace: Olivine City, Johto Region - "The Port of Seabreezes"
Height: 6'2" - Weight: 190 lbs.
Hair Color: Brown - Eye Color: Tan
Body Type: Mesomorph
Voice Type: Bass

Starter: Skarmory♂whom he names Jet.

Persona:
Romantic and athletic, he won't be held back. Prefers to be around sophisticated populaces.
For an ex-Officer, he is chipper yet intimidates many with aggression and his holstered gun.
Happy-go-lucky, annoyingly optimistic, even in dark times. Refuses to stay down.

Always gets his man. Gossipy and inquiring, running up to or returning to people.
The heavy vocabulary and the authoritative tongue on him... bewilder people to react.
He never fails to ask if they have heard anything or have seen his missing brother Teal.

Whether if he is keeping tabs or just keeping them on their toes, they don't know.
Over the years, his consistent help has shown them that he genuinely cares.
It saddens them how sacrificing and martyring he is, so they help him back.

Bunglesome and clueless with handling and battling Pokémon, on the other hand.
The rumor that he's now acquiring a License makes the citizens cringe and facepalm.
He is restless, wondering if he will meet Teal out there or be forced to shoot a criminal.

Bio:
The key event in his past in Olivine City, Johto was his parents.
Mother was an Officer. Father often shipped on SS. Aqua from Vermillion City, Kanto.
They married in Olivine and honeymooned in Vermillion. Teal had been born there, Tan later here.
Details of what Father did for a living was unknown, but generally he worked the shipyard.
Mother's heroic deeds as an Officer were praised. Even not around, people felt safe.

He was closer with his mother than with his father, and so watched how she addressed problems.
He looked alike their father but thought like their mother, Teal looked alike their mother but thought like their father.
Tan won't cry at physical injuries unless extreme, but would cry at the slightest affront to his feelings. Emotions exhausted him
Frequented the Glitter Lighthouse and its Steel-type Gym, he watched from the sidelines admiring the Steel-type.
If he were even to get a Pokémon, it would most likely be Steel, as cold, hard, and metallic as his gun and tools.

Parents were killed in a mysterious shooting which left Tan and Teal with a house in Olivine City, Johto.
Left with many questions, Tan had to prioritize his survival. He let Teal inherit all their parents' Pokémon.
He had a bitter rivalry with his brother until Teal had become 18, abandoned him, and vanished.
This destroyed their relationship, Tan would say. The Dept was left to look after him as he looked after the house.
Having no family left but Olivine City, Tan poured his attention and time on them, which sometimes was too much.

Obsessive with being secure, Tan grew up avoiding Pokémon and grief. He determinedly became an Officer.
While people skills were not that great, he was better with aiming and handling guns. Not easily intimidated.
But proving to be a nuisance instead of a talented Officer like his mother, the Dept eventually had to let him go.
Left alone with a family mystery and unemployed, Tan decided hopefully to get Licensed and go out there.
Out there as a Trainer and Detective, he can then try to put an end to the Team Rocket menace.

"Halt! In the name of um, this ... erm, Pokéball! GO JET, GO BITE THEIR ASS!"

BIG BROTHER TEAL BRIDGE

Age: 30 - Sex: Male - DOB: Oct 31, 1986
Birthplace: Vermillion City, Kanto Region - "The Port of Exquisite Sunsets"
Height: 6'0" - Weight: 170 lbs.
Hair Color: Teal - Eye Color: Teal
Body Type: Ectomorph
Voice Type: Baritone

Starter: Sableye♂whom he names Grim. Lvl 50+ by now.

Persona:
Selfishly enjoys luxuries and the bittersweetness of life. Prefers murky dwellings
Disinterested in romance or friendship. He is purely about profit and making the tough calls.
The brighter or cuter the present environment is, the more monstrous he becomes.

Cryptic. His carefully beaded words are infused with more than one meaning. Refuses to be helped.
Honest unless asked the right questions, sticking with stories and lies to his last breath. Persuasive.
No qualms when it comes to crimes, even murdering other Grunts if he's ordered to.

He is a strategist, an undefeated chess winner, almost always one calculated step ahead.
Detests messiness. His clothings and uniform are always ironed and immaculate.
Irreverent. Love for humans or Pokémon holds no meaning to him. Only Team Rocket matters.

People and Pokémon are fundamentally evil. Team Rocket has helped convince him of that.
However, when it comes to his little bro Tan, that is his soft spot. He hopes to recruit him one day.
The dream of the Bridge brothers as Team Rocket Executives reflects his deep hatred towards the world.

If Tan declines, well, that's just stupid. Because Teal won't hesitate to shoot him then and there.

Bio:
The key event in his past in Olivine City, Johto was losing his parents and leaving Tan behind.
He had gone straight to Kanto on the SS. Aqua and began a life as a criminal from there.
From that point on for years, he became most loyal and valuable to Team Rocket.
Teal terrorized many Towns and Cities, taking them by storm without them realizing who at first.
Then his ghostly face became an omen, striking a chill in their hearts, but there was no proof.

He had been to their father's house in Vermillion City, which wasn't special other than the fact he was born there.
Going through baby things and sparse photographs was saccharine enough for a lifetime. He torched the house.
Walking away from the roaring bonfire, Teal disappeared never to be seen in Vermillion City again.
The Sableye was his first, and while it was conflicted at first, it understood it had to be an extension of him.
Grim was the best Pokémon he could ever had asked for. It was also the most evil, just as he suspected.

Despite his abuse of Pokémon, his unfriendly team is disciplined and brutal even out of battle.
They would not play or communicate with other Pokémon, always at Teal's beck and call.
His two faces would be often seen plastered on newspapers and posters under the name TEAL.
One face is a short-haired male, the other is a long-haired female. If you sight him, flee and call the Police.

He often stayed at upscale hotels and safe houses, playing a harmonica and cleaning his gun.
He listened to radios, watched television, played chess, but never spent time with anyone he didn't need to.
Teal refused to give anyone the chance to take advantage of him or get to know him, He lied constantly.
Those that got too close and found out were disposed of. He would sit and wait for a call from Team Rocket.
Now and then, he considered the Pokémon League, to become the Most Powerful Trainer in the World.

"This is Teal... Get the champagne when you tune to channel 3 tomorrow..."​

 

[scorpiodragon]

Name: Lazarus Anant Molony
Nickname: Phantasm
Gender: Male
Age: 22 Years (D.O.B. January 22nd)
Class: Trainer/Coordinator
Hometown: Mossgreen Village
Region: Kanto
Appearance: Lazarus has white-sapphire eyes and caramel skin with mid-length wine-red hair. He stands at 5'5" tall and skinny, often being mistaken for being younger than he is, his roundish face and hard eyes don't help. He has a small goatee on his chin in red hairs. He speaks with a tenor voice in an Irish accent, his accent becoming thick when he becomes angry or other heightened emotions, including stress. He doesn't talk much as an accident that took sight in his right eye also messed up his vocal chords.
Height: 5'5" (165 cm)
Weight: 114 lbs (51.7 kg)
Hair Color: Wine-Red
Hair Length: Mid-back length
Eye Color: Cloudy White (r)-Sapphire Blue (L)
Skin Color: Caramel
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Specialty: He prefers Poison-Type and Dark-Type Pokemon
Personality: Lazarus is silent and reserved, and prefers to watch and listen instead of talk. This can make him a bit of an outsider, as his staring is not always welcome. He respects anyone who stands up for those in need, and tries to see justice carried out. While not a very fast runner, he is a quiet runner. Although he hates being the center of attention, he really comes alive when doing battling and contests, easily losing himself. He's an observant fellow but finds it hard to make friends due to most being uncomfortable with him and tends to have his nose in a book or looking over a sketchpad. Lazarus is obsessed with healthy eating and turns down a lot of sweet foods and is a very spiritual person.
Background: Lazarus was born in Mossgreen Village, a town between the Safari Zone and Cinnabar Island. He was the middle of three children and his life was great despite his parents having to work hard to keep food on the table, the children were never denied their basic needs though wants and vacations were rare. When he was five, his father died in an accident at work and two months later his mother met another man who married her eight months after his father's death. From this union two other siblings were born, a half-brother and half-sister. An accident in childhood messed up his speech and made him withdraw into himself as well as taking away his eyesight, the accident was really his stepfather attacking him in a drunken rage which he tries not to think about.

Gradually his brothers left to start on their own respective journeys as trainers, leaving Lazarus to face the brunt of his stepfather's anger. His mother became weak willed and soon died shortly after his half-sister was born, this was around when he was thirteen. Lazarus remained behind to try to protect his younger siblings from their father's wrath, the boy often treated harshly. It became too much though one evening when he was nineteen and a Rattata he'd brought home was killed by his stepfather, the teenager then leaving home and not looking back. He spent some time in and out of jail until he decided it was time to turn his life around and went to see Professor Oak. When he got there, there were four other kids from Kanto who were also starting out on their own journeys, forcing Professor Oak to call around to the other regions to see about if there were extra starters available. While the third girl there chose a Turtwig that Professor Oak had brought over from Sinnoh, Lazarus chose the Litten after hearing its final evolution was a part Dark-Type and then set out to register for the Kanto Grand Festival and Indigo League.

Pokemon Team:

• Litten
• Spearow
• Pichu
• Eevee
• Seedot
• Weedle

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  Official Name: Litten
  Gender: Male
  Type: Fire
  Height: 1'04" (0.4 m)
  Weight: 9.5 lbs (4.3 kg)
  Moveset: Scratch-Normal, Ember-Fire, Heat Wave-Fire
  Personality: Litten shows few emotions to others and lacks self-confidence in his abilities. He has a hard time trusting others and warming up to both people and Pokemon. He has good observation skills and tends to stick close to his trainer.
  
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  Official Name: Spearow
  Gender: Male
  Type: Normal/Flying
  Height: 1'00" (0.3 m)
  Weight: 4.4 lbs (2.0 kg)
  Moveset: Peck-Flying, Steel Wing-Steel
  Personality: A very prideful Pokemon, Spearow doesn't like to lose and will not give up until it is called back in a fight. It is loyal but can exhibit recklessness in battle, however it will fight to protect its master and fellow Pokemon on its master's team. Towards other humans, he will attack them and their Pokemon, presenting an aloof nature towards others, even towards his own species.
  
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  Official Name: Pichu
  Gender: Male
  Type: Electric
  Height: 1'00" (0.3 m)
  Weight: 4.4 lbs (2.0 kg)
  Moveset: Thunder Shock-Electric, Thunder Punch-Electric
  Personality: ?
  
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  Official Name: Eevee
  Gender: Female
  Type: Normal
  Height: 1'00" (0.3m)
  Weight: 14.3 lbs (6.5 kg)
  Moveset: Tackle-Normal, Sand Attack-Ground
  Personality: ?
  
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  Official Name: Seedot
  Gender: Female
  Type: Grass
  Height: 1'08" (0.5 m)
  Weight: 8.8 lbs (4.0 kg)
  Moveset: Bide-Normal, Harden-Normal, Bullet Seed-Grass
  Personality: ?
  
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  Official Name: Weedle
  Gender: Male
  Type: Bug/Poison
  Height: 1'00" (0.3 m)
  Weight: 7.1 lbs (3.2 kg)
  Moveset: Poison Sting-Poison, String Shot-Bug
  Personality: ?
  

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• Aipom
• Spinarak
• Gastly
• Pokemon
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  Official Name: Aipom
  Gender: Female
  Type: Normal
  Height: 2'07" (0.8 m)
  Weight: 25.4 lbs (11.5 kg)
  Moveset: Scratch-Normal, Double Slap-Normal
  Personality: Aipom is rather mischievous and gets jealous easily, showing a rather jealous disposition towards Litten. She's attention seeking and often naughty but enjoys contests and battling.
  
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  Official Name: Spinarak
  Gender: Male
  Type: Bug/Poison
  Height: 1'08" (0.5 m)
  Weight: 18.7 lbs (8.5 kg)
  Moveset: Poison Sting-Poison, String Shot-Bug, Psybeam-Psychic
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  Official Name: Gastly
  Gender: Male
  Type: Ghost/Poison
  Height: 4'03" (1.3 m)
  Weight: 0.2 lbs (0.1 kg)
  Moveset: Hypnosis-Psychic, Lick-Ghost, Perish Song-Normal
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