Ellen C. Wilmson|| Female || 20 || Hometown: One Island
Ellen's bag wrote:Pokeball x4
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Ellen stood still for a long time, heart thrumming against her chest. ''E-eve? What the heck?'' She mumbled nervously, eyeing the normal-type with some level of a newfound respect. Eve gave no reply, simply licking her paws clean and glancing every now and then at the gleaming pokeball. Adjusting her raggedy hat, Ellen slowly approached the pokeball; staring at it as though it were going to leap at her and bite her.
Meekly tapping the button and setting the newly christened Tybalt free, Ellen watched as the spiny pokemon snuffled at the tip of her boot. She was tempted to kick him away from her out of fear but thankfully she restrained herself, allowing Tybalt to get to know her. The young pokemon looked up at her with bright black eyes, wordlessly examining her freckled face. Holding her breath, Ellen smiled nervously at the nidoran as he slowly waddled away from her. Tybalt appeared to get on like a house on fire with Eve and quite frankly Ellen was relieved.
If Tybalt liked Eve then maybe he'd stay well away from her.
Ellen takes Eve and Tybalt training
(Could I remake the fanclub?)