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Alina, Kirlia, Female                  
 
Personality: Kind, easygoing, but meek and easily frightened.

Motivation: To find home again.

Biography: Alina spent the majority of her childhood in uneventful peace. Her family being Tailors in Sabi, they lived in a small town nearby the Rhine. The second child after her brother, she began helping out as soon as she was able. Her skills grew quickly at such a young age, enough that she was able to do some basic tasks alone by the time a sister came around.

Of course, it didn't last forever. One day, rumors began spreading of Moere marching onto Sabi lands, and what only felt like a day later. The people of her town woke up to a Platoon marching through their streets, or in some frightening cases to a soldier forcing their way into a home to ensure the people inside heard the Lieutenants speech. It was fairly straightforward, though the few townsfolk who attempted to flee or resist were publicly punished, rather harshly, for it.
Unfortunately, one of the demands was that all Pokemon of certain ages were to be taken away, with little explanation why. This of course, was not without it's own resistance, but like before it was all quickly and publicly silenced. As this happened Alina, being of the age, began to break down, clinging to her mother in tears and not even noticing as a soldier approached them. They didn't have need for force, but only gave her a few seconds for a goodbye before grabbing her arm and pulling her away.

Within a Day, Alina found herself in a camp a fair distance away from her home. The Pokemon that had been taken alongside her were separated, and she was thrown, alone, into a guarded tent filled with other Pokemon about her age for the night. She simply shrank back into a corner until morning, trying to avoid bawling her eyes out again to get some semblance of a rest, though a lack of food proved enough to prevent that anyway. As the sun rose, the entire tent was loudly shocked awake by a small group of guards and forced outside to a small courtyard. The yelling and sudden orders succeeding in breaking Alina's resolve further, she soon found herself in a daze listening to a man giving a commanding speech to the entire group. Explaining, several times over to reinforce the fact, that they had the honor of being a part of Moere's 'glorious' army, and would be receiving appropriate training to match throughout the coming weeks.

It wasn't long before said training began, harsh, with early mornings and late nights. Even through Alina's starvation the food they served tasted horrible and they never had a day of rest. Though she could manage when it came to the various chores and work they were forced into, when it came to actual combat training she could barely stop from panicking and freezing up, let alone actually practice anything. When it came time to spar against each other, Alina wouldn't even touch her opponent, usually ending the day with several new bruises. But even still, she continued, the punishments for those who tried to run keeping her subdued through it all.
 
Eventually her training concluded. Though still a very poor fighter and terrible under pressure, her few skills outside of combat kept her from the very bottom of the barrel assignments. In the end she was tossed around from team to team as her superiors decided. given to whatever squad was willing to take her or, occasionally, a superior that cared for his image wanting free tailoring. Still she bore through it all, holding on to the hope that she might someday find a safe way out and back home.

Skills/Abilities: Alina's greatest skill is of course her tailoring, able to repair damages, alter dimensions or even create basic designs from scratch. Though the last she may be rusty at, having only reasons to do the first two since she was taken from her family. Her time spent training did also have an affect on her, with basic First Aid and Armor/Equipment usage being a couple of the few things she managed to gain from it. She also knows what she's [i]supposed[/i] to do in a fight, though her ability and willingness to is another matter entirely.

Personal Effects: A red and green pendant her mother had given her when she was a young child, and a small sewing kit she had been allowed to keep as her own.

Other: The pendant isn't actually Gardevoirite, it just looks similar.