Future Gym Leaders, Let's Go! Pokemon RP - Semi-lit

[scolipede.]

Name
Serenity 'Viricia' Ducelle
Age
She is 20
Gender
Female. In heart and not entirely soul.
Orientation
Bisexual and proud.
Pokemon Type

She goes for the Ghost Type pokemon.
Gym They Studied At
Ecruteak City Gym

Personality
Serenity is very nostalgic.
She can usually be found daydreaming and wishing about things. Though she had promised she wouldn't a long time ago.
She is very sweet with that side of sour everyone can be found with.

Though, without a doubt, she loves all of her pokemon. If anything happens to them, it's as if she just got hit by a truck or something. She takes it as a big deal and most people know it. She can be a big crybaby when it comes to this fact.

Even with that fact, she takes battling seriously. She didn't get her position for nothing, after all. Losing isn't as much of a deal to her as her pokemon and she'll forget totally about the loss and will run strait to her pokemon. She is very touchy about things like when people comment about how she lost and about how they win. She will make sure to mention something if she has a problem.

In that case, she often gets herself into trouble with her mouth, causing some fights and problems. She hasn't run into anything serious lately. As much as she tries, sometimes she cannot help but yelp something out without meaning to or with meaning just not wanting to. She speaks aloud a lot and especially with secrets. Thus, most people don't tell her any kind of secrets.

She can be the most bubbly person anyone has ever met. She loves small and cute pokemon like Jigglypuff. Her favorite would be a Litwick, and she loves to cuddle them. This gets her into painful situations at times and she usually ends up in the Pokemon Center resting her injured limbs and body. She is a major clutz.

She cannot keep a strait face for Anything! She will either be cracking in a grin at times, or she will be frowning like Medusa with a bad hair due (Pun, horrible pun!) When angry, her face can contort to the most face you've ever seen. It twists backwards and her head is turned upside down so that her eyes are on her mouth and her mouth is on her eyes! She goes like a psycho lunatic and runs towards people crawling on all fours and hissing like a mad fit.

No, she doesn't do that, she tries to joke around a lot, though she has horrible jokes anyways. She thinks they're great and laughs at them herself sometimes. She has horrible lines all together and stumbles on her words sometimes.

She can become absentminded and lose track of her thoughts easily. She mixes things up just as easy and sometimes cannot get her facts strait. But, she looks just as cute when she does mess up then anything.

One of her hobbies is to read and write short stories about pokemon she meets. Even if she doesn't catch them. She loves to write horror stories about pokemon she meets in dark places and at night and loves to write happy ones as well. All depends on her mood. She carries around a book of stories she writes and never let's anyone touch it. She has several books in her bag about Pokemon, mostly horror though.
Physical Description
She is at the height of about 5'5 and only weighs about 102 lbs. She has short, silver hair that in the back is cut to her shoulders, while her bangs grow out below her eyes. She has one coffee colored eye and the other one is a startling white. Like plain white. She has light skin and a slender build. She is very agile and quick on her feet. She is seen wearing a lot of bland clothing that doesn't show her figure. Thus, she gets comments from several people about wearing something more, in style. She usually has a white dress on that goes above her knees, a little below her hip and white tights that fill up the rest of the way. She wears white, cut up gloves that have ribbon like fabric coming off the end and the glove hooks on her middle finger.

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Pokémon One

Species
Duskull
Personality
Duskull is very solitary, much unlike his trainer. He prefers to stay away from most and is very protective of things. He doesn't like to mess around very much and takes battling very serious. He tries to train himself till he drops, yet still won't let himself evolve either. He is very obedient to his trainer.
History
He was easily wandering through a ghost town and here comes strolling in like this was Candyland, Serenity. He immediately enjoyed her presence and just decided to follow her. He then was captured later on by her when she offered to battle him.

Attacks

-Curse
-Pursuit
-Shadow Sneak
-Will- 'O- Wisp

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Pokémon Two

Species
Banette
Personality
Banette is one of the most hyper pokemon you will ever meet. He jumps around everywhere and can never sit still. He loves scaring people and often hides.
History
He was found messing with some little girl when Serenity came over and stopped him without much of a fear. She explained that she'd read worse and he hated it. He followed her and Duskull, trying to scare either of them with no luck. Soon he decided he would get both of them and followed them.

Attacks

-Faint Attack
-Hex
-Shadow Ball
-Sucker Punch


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Pokémon Three

Species
Sablye
Personality
Sableye is the weird one of the group. Never being able to sit still, nor be active for a long time, he is seen twitching for everything. He partners up with Banette a lot and they both mess around together, trying to pull any kind of prank they can.
History
Sableye had jumped in one day while it was dark in a mining cave. He was looking for diamonds and shiny stones and heard Banette's voice. He immediately ran over to the voice and enjoyed the small company with Banette in the mine. Banette had began a battle without Serenity knowing and she eventually caught him.

Attacks

-Shadow Claw
-Power Gem
-Fury Swipes
-Confuse Ray


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Pokémon Four

Species
Chandelure
Personality
Chandelure, is very, very, laid back. He is just floating there like a normal Chandelier sitting there with lights. It's pretty funny. Sometimes he isn't even noticed since he's partially asleep most of the time as well.
History
He was found after he accidentally fell from his hanging post on the ceiling and smashed into Serenity. She was crying until she realized it was an accident and not some kind of robber.

Attacks

-Hex
-Flame Burst
-Overheat
-Shadow Ball

[Wildmagic_warrior]

Name
Collin Oliver Cross

Age
Twenty-one.
Gender
Male
Orientation
Asexual
Pokemon Type
Normal
Gym They Studied At
He studied under Whitney at the Goldenrod City Gym in Johto.

Personality
Collin Oliver Cross isn't shy or antisocial, although sometimes it might seem this way. He can deal with crowds on a semiregular basis, but in between these times he has to find places to be alone. It's not that he doesn't like people, or like being with people, it's just that he prefers his own company and that of his Pokemon. He's well aware that social interaction is part of being a normal person, and enjoys being with the people he knows well. When it comes to other aspects of his life, such as acting friendly and being a gentleman, Collin tends to excel. He lives to make others happy. He is intelligent and bookish, but lacks in street sense. He picks up languages and instruments more quickly than others, but his skill in sporting events is sadly lacking.

Now that he's all grown up, Collin has decided that it's time to leave Goldenrod City and make a life for himself somewhere else. Not before he takes a trip home to Huia Isle, of course, just for nostalgia's sake.

Physical Description
Collin is shorter than average, standing at about 5'9''. He weighs 140lbs; light, because he isn't the most muscular of men. His arms are, in fact, rather like noodles. He has long legs, good for running, but when he was younger they made him awkward. In fact, the fourteen- and fifteen-year-old Collin Cross closely resembled a stork, with a body comprised mainly of elbows and knees. He had and still has thin fingers, good for playing the piano. He has a kind face and a rounded nose, along with freckles. Freckles all over. He has dark brown hair, light skin, and brown-hazel eyes. He's rather plain, the kind of person whose face doesn't come immediately to mind when his name is mentioned. Something has to be added; "the scrawny, nerdy kid with brown hair" or "mister noodle arms with freckles".



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Pokémon One


Nickname
Westing

Species
Meowth

Personality
Westing is just about as average a Pokemon as they come. He has nothing special to set him apart from wild Meowth; he wears no jewelry or collars, knows no special humanoid tricks. The only thing that differentiates him from others of his kind is his talkativeness. He meows constantly, often for no reason at all. It drives Collin crazy, which might be why he seems to enjoy it so much. He's as loyal as a cat can be, which means that he comes and goes and does basically whatever he wants. When Collin goes into town, Westing is often the Pokemon that walks with him. His relationship with Skittles is something like a protective older brother; he keeps her as safe as he can, but sometimes he just can't take her constant cheerfulness. He strongly dislikes Lokik, particularly because the Minccino nearly drowned him at one point.

History
It had been hours since nightfall, and many more remained until dawn. The stars shone dully overhead, blocked in the most part by clouds. There was not a single sound on the plains except for a quiet rustling when the wind blew across the tall grass. A Persian sat tall, watching his sleeping pride with eyes as black as jet. He heard a noise to his left, but before he could turn to face it a mighty Skarmory was upon him. With a few swipes, the battle was over; the Persian had been unprepared and therefore completely helpless.

The trainer in charge of the Skarmory watched with cold eyes as his Pokemon decimated the pride. The steel bird rampaged across the clearing, knocking out each and every Persian in its wake. It even went so far as to turn on the young Meowth kits. It was over almost before it had begun, and then the trainer was gone, taking his newly leveled-up Skarmory with him.

When the sun rose the next morning, it found a boy wading through the sea of grass. He seemed to be having a great deal of trouble with it, and this was due mostly to the fact that his knobbly knees were completely out of his control. They jerked him first one way, then the other, as he fought to work them properly. He eventually tripped, and the pokeball he had been carrying bounced out of his hand and away. Cursing quietly under his breath, the sixteen-year-old scurried after it on his hands and knees. The pokeball rolled out into a clearing and the boy followed, stopping dead when he saw what lay beyond. A pride of wild Persian, laying unmoving in the morning sun. Dew sparkled in their fur and the young man could hardly breathe for fear that they would wake up and eat him.

That's when he realized these Pokemon weren't asleep. They were unconscious. All of them. Some were slashed, others bruised, a few looked like they had been picked up and dropped from a great height. Horrified, the young man started to back up, leaving his pokeball in the clearing where it had stopped. Then he heard something, and paused for a moment to listen. It was a quiet mewling, high-pitched and keening. Turning his head first left, then right, the young man searched for the location of the noise. Then he crawled towards it, parting the grass as he went. What he found shocked and saddened him. It was a small Meowth, curled between the front paws of an especially large Persian, mewing helplessly. It didn't struggle as the young man caught it gently in a pokeball, but neither did it stop wailing. Collin Oliver Cross was haunted by the noise all the way to the Pokemon Center that lay next to the gym in which he worked.

Attacks

- Bite
- Fake Out
- Screech
- Faint Attack


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Pokémon Two


Nickname
Lokik

Species
Minccino

Personality
Lokik is a trickster at heart, always getting into idle mischief. He likes tugging Westing's tail, both literally and metaphorically, but he's long grown bored of trying to make Skittles angry. Sometimes, though, his lighthearted pranks have an underlying feeling of menace to them. Once he tripped Westing, causing the Meowth to fall into a ditch filled with water. The cat Pokemon would have drowned if Collin hadn't heard his howling and pulled him out.

Collin always has his eye on this small Pokemon, and keeps him inside his Pokeball as much as possible in order to prevent him from seriously hurting somebody. He doesn't know whether or not Lokik would really do such a thing, and that's just the problem. The Minccino is extremely tricky and exceedingly clever. Besides that, he doesn't seem to have any moral standards. He does what he wants because he can. The only Pokemon he seems to care for or respect is Skittles, and that only because he failed to make her sad with his constant pranks.

History
Run. Run as far and fast as you can. Don't you ever stop running because if you do, we'll know. We'll know and we'll catch you and we'll kill you. And it won't be the kind of killing you recover from, where we leave you blacked out all alone. Oh no, you'll be properly dead. No pulse. No breathing. No nothing. Now get out of here!

The small Pokemon woke with a terrified shriek, nearly tumbling out of the tree he was nesting in. He panted, cream-colored fur darkened slightly with sweat. That was the third night terror in a row- at this rate, he might well never sleep again. Maybe that wouldn't be bad. Did sleeping count as stopping? Did they know? Was it against the shadow's rules to pause for rest? He didn't know who the shadow was. Or were. There might have been more than one of them. He had been so young, too young for a horror like that. To see bloodshed. To see real killing. Real death. His parents, his aunts and uncles and cousins, the whole colony. All gone. All properly dead.

Collin Oliver Cross was hot, itchy, and tired. He had spent far too long trekking through the backcountry of the Unova Region, even though doing so was sure to get him a promotion at the Goldenrod Gym where he studied. He was nineteen years old and itching for something new. Then he saw it. Movement in the trees. Crouching down, he took a pokeball from his belt and crept forwards. A furry cream-and-white Pokemon sat huddled on a branch, shivering slightly. There was something odd about it, but the trainer couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe it was sick? Collin cocked back his arm and threw the Pokeball. It opened, swallowing the small creature in one gulp. It shivered and Collin crossed his fingers, hoping beyond hope- one shiver, two shivers- and then it popped open and the Pokemon fled into the trees. The last thing Collin saw of it was an odd curling white stripe down its tail. "Rats!" cursed the student. The pokeball was broken now, and completely useless. He tossed it in his bag so he could throw it away later.

A few hours later, Collin finally reached his destination. It was a small town on the edge of a lake, and an elderly couple had given him an empty room upstairs. He set his things- backpack, belt, headscarf- on the small bed, then went to take a shower.

When he reentered the room, he saw his bag shaking. Clutching his towel tighter around his waist, the young man stepped forwards cautiously. Grabbing his backpack, he tilted it sharply towards himself. He nearly dropped his towel in shock when he saw what was inside. It was a Pokemon exactly like the one he had seen earlier, down to the strange white curl on its tail. The Pokemon looked up at him, cheeks stuffed full of Collin's provisions. In its eyes was something like malice, but then the student blinked and it was gone. The Pokemon didn't seem bothered by the fact that he was blatantly stealing, in any case, and went willingly into a pokeball when it was offered. That seemed strange to Collin, but it was a Unova Pokemon and that's what he had been sent to find. He could go home.

Attacks

- Helping Hand
- Doubleslap
- Swift
- Sing


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Pokémon Three


Nickname
Skittles

Species
Skitty

Personality
Skittles is innocent and naive, much like her first trainer. She's constantly cheerful, and it seems like nothing can get her down. She just smiles and bounces and trills aloud without a care in the world. She's afraid of a lot of things, but making others happy isn't one of them. She doesn't like to see anyone sad, but it's hard to be depressed around this Skitty. She just loves unconditionally and trusts wholeheartedly. It's bound to get her into trouble someday, but with Lokik and Westing to protect her it hasn't happened yet.

History
Sophia Olivia Cross was four years old when she found a small Skitty kitten in the woods. Her brother, who was nine at the time, was out practicing throwing pokeballs or whatever it was that he did in his free time. Sophie had tagged along because she was bored at the house and didn't want to get dragged into doing chores. After realizing that her brother was boring too, she wandered off into the trees. She saw a Poliwag and chased it; the little girl would have run right into a swamp if a pink kitten hadn't cried out to her from a tree nearby. Sophie turned towards the Skitty instead, forgetting all about the Poliwag she had been chasing before. When her brother finally realized that she was missing, he looked all over to no avail. When he finally found his sister, she was curled up at the base of the tree, fast asleep. The small Skitty kitten was curled up in her arms.

Sophie named the kitten "Skittles" and the two soon became fast friends. When her brother turned fourteen, though, he was called to start his apprenticeship at a gym in the Johto Region. Sophie was nine now, the same age Collin had been when the girl found Skittles in the woods. Before her brother left, Sophie pressed Skittles on him as his first official Pokemon. The two have been together ever since.

Attacks

- Attract
- Sing
- Doubleslap
- Assist

[Clowesia]

Second_Choey, Accepted, awesome profile! c: Just a note though, you wont be able to use fly to go between towns, as that would kinda ruin the RP. You can fly around a bit, but not long distances like between towns. And please remove the Pokemon slots you're not using. :]

StarKit12, if you're going to use Pokemon images, could you use the sprites? They're just smaller. :] Apart from that looking good! And please remove the Pokemon slots you're not using.

AuraNako, you can't be fire type and have an Ivysaur. Ivysaur is a grass/poison type.

Sᴏ Bᴀᴅ, Accepted, please remove the Pokemon slots you aren't using! <:

softballsava, there are no gym's on any of the islands, so your character cannot have studied at Amokura reef. Please remove the extra Pokemon slots you aren't using and you're accepted!

snow911, You cannot have a legendary pokemon in your group, sorry I must have accidentally deleted that rule.

Wildmagic_warrior, there will be no Internet on the island, just so you know. x] There's a camera phones in each city/Pokecentre, but that's it.

For those that haven't finished yet, or have things that needed to be change, please PM when you're done thatnks! :]

[Mardigraskit]

[[Will be editing !]]

Name
Frankie Jones
Age
Nineteen
Gender
Male
Orientation
Straight
Pokemon Type
Psychic
Gym They Studied At
Saffron City, Kanto
Personality

Physical Description



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Pokémon One

Species
Gallade
Personality
Gallade is a regal male, taking it upon himself to be the peace-keeper and guardian of the group. He may be strong, possibly the strongest on the team as of yet, but he himself is modest and says nothing about himself. He has a deep connection with the others of his team, and feels pain if there is something he can not assist with. Adding onto that, he's the oldest of the team, having been hatched before 'Magica'.
If he were a human, he'd be fit to be a king.
He likes to keep to himself, quiet, secluded, seemingly a shadow over Frankie's shoulder when he is out of his Pokeball.
Even when angered, this male keeps his calm, not a smile nor frown passing his features. Sometimes, it's as if he can feel no emotion, when really he is quite used to bottling up all of the feelings in general. All in all, a good guardian.
History
To be added.
Notes;;
Caught as Ralts
Guardian-like.
Attacks

-Fury Cutter
-Night Slash
-Heal Pulse
-Swords Dance
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Pokémon Two

Nickname
Presto
Species
Alakazam
Personality
Presto was is quite the negative pokemon. He's very dark and when he speaks he seems like he is being forced to speak, as if he is saddened or angered. He is calm, at most times, and keeps to himself, but can be very intimidating if he wishes to be. He's bottling up emotions and, like Boxer, releases he energy in battle. Seems to sleep above anything.
History
To be added.
Notes;;

Attacks

-Calm Mind
-Recover
-Taunt
-Focus Punch

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Pokémon Three

Nickname
Magica
Species
Grumpig
Personality
Magica is the only female of the group, and that surely makes her the odd one out. Quite the active Pokemon, Magica is the cheerful, yet controlling, one of the group, constantly trying to make herself known to the others. She is strong, quite, and frequently boasts about any victories she's had in the past. She holds Frankie and Gallade in high standards, listening to both with the same respect. She feels protective of Frankie, as she always has.
However, Magica is easily frightened. She can become very skiddish at times and is rather suspicious of newcomers, and believes in superstition.
History
To be added.
Notes::
Was his starter pokemon.
Attacks

-PsyBeam
-Zen Headbutt
-Payback
-Power Gem

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Pokémon Four

Nickname
Boxer
Species
Medicham
Personality
Hasty and hostile, Boxer can never stop moving. And not in the same way as Rascal, either.
Boxer is plain out-right mean. A bully, even. Constantly, he is twitching with anticipation before a fight, or punching something out of anger. He does indeed of issues with controlling his emotions, and releases these emotions during battle, the only time he feels secure. He's quite suspicious and wary of everyone, although he trusts Sabrina and Frankie- very little, but it's still there. He's mean to everyone, paranoid of being hurt himself, and he can be quite negative toward others. He finds humor in other's pain, and laughs in the most uncanny situations.
History
To be added.
Notes;;
Reasons for being hostile.
'Boxing'.
Attacks

-Thunder Punch
-Ice Punch
-Power Trick
-Poison Jab

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Pokémon Five

Nickname
[Commonly known as]Rascal
Species
Girafarig
Personality
Born and raised in the wild, Rascal is nothing short of his name sake. Constantly teasing and trying to make the others he knows laugh, he can't stop moving, his little hooves tapping the ground when he stands in place. He's the youngest of the group by far, and sometimes, as a reminder that he is only a child in Pokemon standards, he'll release little squeals. Rascal is two years old, so, he still has his childish charm. He's very easily amused but also quite sensetive, but he couldn't hate if he wanted to. He's very loving andis willing to offer up a hoof, but also has to be wary of newcomers because of what his mother had taught him.
History
To be added.
Notes;;
Wild and on rampage.
Calmed by Frankie.
Sabrina and Frankie conflict.
Youngest, two years old.
Attacks
-Astonish
-Double Hit
-Psychic
-Earthquake


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[Clowesia]

Bump. :3

[LEAVING]

Are we ready to start?

[Clowesia]

No, we'll start when All the profile are complete.

[{{ f i a s c o }}]

Name
Alexander Aylaya
Age
18
Gender
Male
Orientation
Straight
Pokemon Type
Dark
Gym They Studied At
No Dark type Gym.
Personality
Alex can be quite confusing. He comes across as the cold guy, the uninterested one, the one that does not care for what surrounds him, the one that enjoys sarcasm and wit, and uses it way too often. He always acts chill and composed, but, deep down, he cares. It's just that he's been cheated by life so many times, he can't bother to show anymore. He'd rather just wait for that special someone to open up his badly stitched up seams, and close them properly.

Alex is very partial to eye-raising, cocky wit, sarcastic retorts, eyebrow wiggling and suppressing dramatic sighs. He's quiet; whomever manages to wring a word out of him is actually quite lucky. He never means any wrong, but he usually gets into bad starts with everyone because he's pesimistic about life. However, he couldn't seem to care less, and will shrug off any blaspheming with a well practiced, nochalant shrug.

This is all explained by his mucked up past. Alex cannot care to give a turd until someone shows that they might want to help him. Only then, and under very special circumstances, will Alex begin to open up, to show his true self. Once he is warmed up to, Alex smiles more, becomes more relaxed. More... young, would be the word, for he holds a stiff prescence only seen in uncomfortable adults.

Once he is open, Alex becomes quite jovial. He jokes, he laughs - must I note, he has a tinkling, heart-warming laughter - he talks, he debates. Nevertheless, one wrong turn, and he will be back on the stiff side. Alex could be said to be wearily-treaded land; one misstep, and you'll be blown to bits by a mine.

Alex is quite the site to see when angry. It seems he fumes liquid nitrogen, turning the air so intensely cold with his hatefull stare that he could shrivel the toughest pear out there. I suggest, once he asks you to leave, you do so. He knows his limits, and he will only ask once. If he is pushed further, he becomes blasphemous, picking at everyone's flaws and problems with such ease, it is scary. His voice becomes booming, vengefull, even. Alex does not enjoy being angry, but is easily angered. It takes him some time to cool down, and, even then, he will continue to be irked.

Alex has a hard time making friends, but, once he makes them, he is loyal to the bone. He will not give up on them for anything in the world, and hates those who cheat, lie and are false. In this way, it could be said that Alex is somewhat naïve, but he'd rather be surrounded by a small hanfull of true friends than a bunch of complete suckups.

Physical Description
Alex has a lithe, well-muscled body that disguise his strange antics; strong, defined arms cloak thin bones and a well-kept 'pack lies on his stomach. He has bony hands, wherein one may note the tendons wriggling under the skin and veins pulsating meekly, and an - almost - lanky frame exposed by not overly wide shoulders, jutting bones and the beggining of definiton muscle-wise.

His face could be described simply as jaunt, not plain, angular, alike the rest of his features. His semblant is usually composed, although his facial expressions vary from moment to moment, becoming the bubbling laughter in an akward situation or the ice-cold personality in a warm moment. He has thin, defined lips, and high, full chekbones, gaining a dimple to his right side when smiling. He has straight, white teeth, and a nerve-inspiring smile; his eyes usually reflecting his thoughts on the situation - ie. he may seem composed yet maintain sparkling eyes or smile warmly with nothing but hatred in them - in their unnerving, misguiding way. He has long brown eyelashes with similar, un-crowded yet unkempt eyebrows that frame his strange eyes; a pair of dim, unnequal gems coloured in turqoise and cloudy-sky blue. However, this difference is minimal from afar and can only be noticed from three or four - at most - metres away.

He weighs 65kg, and is 1.75 metres high, giving him a very lanky - not burly - appearance.

He has deep russet hair, and wears it unkempt, casually. It is not excedingly long, and has a bit of a lank curl to it.

His stance is complicated in the way that he carries himself in a nochalant manner most of the time with a hint of cockyness and strength, which makes him stand out as he seems to look bored but usually isn't. However, he can become rigid in a manner of seconds, neat, poised, elegant, but still keep his hands in his pockets and smile silkily to his opponnent. This boy is a two-face, and he isn't that afraid to hide it, rather displaying it subtly as to confuse others on his direction in thought by raising his tone while remaining calm or making his posture aggressive while smiling inocently.

His voice is like silver; solid and spiked when dangerous, silky and flowingly liquid when deceptive and basically non-existant, gaseous, when stunned for words, which is not often. His voice might be considered irritating by some - actually, quite the many.



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Pokémon One

Absol

Personality
Absol is quite a protective pokémon, preferring to acompany Alex out of his ball most of the time rather than have him be alone with any other of his teammates. He is sneaky and quick, and likes playing some light jokes and pranks on the rest of the pokémon.

Attacks

-Bite
-Pursuit
-Shadow Claw
-Sword's Dance

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Pokémon Two

Murkrow

Personality
Murkrow is a very vocal pokémon; she abstains from keeping quite and likes to fumble around. She is very irritable, although is loyal, sometimes will take to flying over her trainer's head instead of beside him.

Attacks

-Night Shade
-Toxic
-Embargo
-Facade


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Pokémon Three


Houndoor

Personality
Houndoor is really playfull, bounding up and down and happily bowling over other pokémon to make them play with him. He is not at all serious and incapable of keeping quiet or sad for a very long time.


Attacks

-Beat up
-Bite
-Ember
-Odor Sleuth


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[diamonds;;]

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