Name: Sigurd Melodia 
*Nicknames/Aliases: Sig
Character: protagonist
Age:16
Gender: Male 
Appearance:[img]http://i.imgur.com/pWCCG99.jpg[/img]
Clothing Style: Generally seems to wear colors that seem to fall on the lines of beige, tan, navy blue or black except for his blue jeans that give his attire the only splash of color. He normally wears a collared shirt all the time though it isn't unusual for him to wear t-shirts or clothes that are a bit more colorful. In colder times times of the year he usually wears a black trench coat with tanned fur 
lining on it. He prefers to have functionality over style. 

Personality: What hasn't be said about this guy? This guy is certainly a roughneck and has the tongue of a sailor. Sigurd is completely unrefined like a lump of coal and has the tongue of a sharp, well cared for blade. He certainly isn't afraid of getting into a fist fight nor is he one to back down from a challenge when it's presented to him. If there's a mountain then he'll climb just because it's there. If someone says that it's impossible to do something then he will damn well make them eat their words and then some. To accompany that sharp tongue of his, he is brutally honest to the point where the truth may very well feel like a punch to the gut. 
Hobbies/Talents*: Mechanics, shop, and piano. 

He's a fun guy to be around and certainly a nice enough guy despite the previous things mentioned about him. Sig values friendship with both human and pokemon, just don't expect him to make a giant speech about the power of friendship. If someone were to undervalue it then he certainly would make a lovely introduction of his face to their face. 

It should be said that he is also a very clever young man and uses that to his advantage when in battle and when pulling pranks on his friends. He also knows how to spend on what he and his pokemon need since money is one of the most important things when on a journey. It should be noted that he loves vehicles and is very good with fixing them. Sigurd is a very skilled piano player, but it is one of a few things that he is actually shy about. 

Past/History: Sigurd isn't much different than any other kid. He was born and raised in the Unova region, residing in the Castelia City for the first fifteen years of his life. His mother taught History in one of the public high schools of the city and his father was a mechanic so they lived relatively comfortable lives despite having to tighten their belt buckles whenever cash was starting to get too low. Often times he went out with his friends and played in the desert by the city, often playing a relatively tough game of tag due to poor footing from the sand. It wasn't uncommon for them to play with some of the wild pokemon out there as well, which caused them to talk about being trainers when they were older. It was something that looked up to; becoming strong, skilled trainers like the Elite Four or the Elite Four Champion. 

It wouldn't be many years later that he would've been given the chance until that fated day. Grimesly, the dark type Elite Four member, was in the city challenging the current champion for the title in Castelia City! The group and him couldn't let this match slip by so they obviously attended. The match left them in awe; they've never seen such power and grace in a battle of this magnitude. Even though Grimesly had lost, the battle had still left a burning question inside him. What does it mean to be strong? He had to know. Like the reckless fool that he was, he sneaked past security and entered the the room where Grimesly resided in as well as another hoard of security guards. Before they could throw him out Grimesly had asked Sigurd if he just wanted an autograph, but instead the boy had asked him what it meant to be strong. The dark type trainer was puzzled why he would even want to know that, to which the boy responded, "Because I want to be someone as strong as you." The Elite Four member asked who this boy was and when he received his name he handed him a pokeball. "Find out for yourself Sigurd. I'll have my eye on you." Those were the last words that he said to him. 

The pokemon he had received was a Scraggy that he named Rusty. The duo a year later would find a flyer for the Giga Region's pokemon league and decided that it was time to start their first journey. 

Pokemon:
Scraggy/Rusty/Male/Sand Attack, Zen Headbutt, Feint Attack, Low Kick/Jolly/Moxie/Black Sunglasses
Piplup/Brunhilda/Female/Peck, Hydro Pump, Pound, Growl/Sassy/none
Family*: A father who is a mechanic and a mother who is a high school history teacher.