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[center][color=c4df9b]"Th' names' Ginger, 'n don't ya EVER forget it!"[/color][/center][hr]

Character name: [color=c4df9b]Ginger Lockhearte[/color]

Sex: [color=c4df9b]Female[/color]

Age: [color=c4df9b]17[/color]

Appearance: [color=c4df9b]Ginger stands fairly tall at 5'9 (175 CM), but her build is lanky and unkempt, notably unathletic despite her choice of attire showing herself off. Her hair is...Obviously not natural. What gave it away, the six different colors? She uses plenty of dyes, and often too, though in the rare instances where she forgets or simply hasn't had time to keep up with her demanding hairstyle, her brown roots can start to tear through. 

She wears a heavily cropped black tank-top that she rarely ever changes, even in extreme temperatures (much to her regret at times), and her thick cargo pants that share the same coloration, complete with a sortie of pockets she uses to hold all sorts of things, from berries, to medicine, to anything else a trainer could need...Or she would, if she were at all prepared for this. She also wears striped gloves and stockings, reminiscent of a Galarian Zigzagoon in a sense, and a belt that packs the same color combination, if not anywhere near the same sort of pattern. Lastly would be her muddy-brown boots, more than a little worn, as if she's already been on a few little adventures of her own. 

Or maybe they're just old. 

...Oh, and we probably shouldn't forget about her guitar, which ranks as her most important object on her person (....Okay, it's behind her partner's Pokeball. Barely.), and she can and will enact violence both physical and verbal upon anyone who so much as touches it without her express permission, of which she will never give...Probably.[/color]  

Personality: [color=c4df9b]Ginger is certainly...Rough around the edges. Having fallen in with the wrong crowd back in her homeland of Galar, this punk-rock gal has a bite to her that most aren't eager to bear with. She's quick to aggression, whether in or out of a Pokémon battle, and isn't afraid to get up in people's faces when she feels slighted or wronged in any way. Underneath the crass exterior, however, is a sweet girl whose just too upset with herself to get out of the funk she's been in for years, and her previous company didn't help in that matter. As such, while she's got an exterior rockier than an Onix, if you're willing to bear through with it, and if she can actually let some friendly advice reach through her thick skull, perhaps she can open up and be the kind gal she used to be.[/color]

Bio: [color=c4df9b]Ginger's story begins in the region of Galar, raised by a single mother. She never knew her father, and frankly, as she grew up, without anything else to really think of the man, she just believed he was some asshole bum who left her greater-than-Arceus mum behind like a real class-act arse. Her mum was a Pokémon nurse, working in a subsidiary of the Pokémon Centers everyone knows and loves, so she made a more than acceptable living, and that reflected in that younger Ginger. She never had to want for much in life, and with her doting and kind mum by her side, she grew to be a kind and reliable little lady. Really, the only thing she ever 'wanted' was to take on the Galar Pokémon League, having grown up watching all kinds of exciting battles in stadiums region-wide, given the nature of her mum's work took them to and fro. 

Her mother gave her the chance to eventually pursue this dream when she was around 14; while the staff never figured out who exactly had left it behind, a Pokémon egg was found in her mum's workplace, and when no one could be found to claim it as their own, she chose to bring it home to her sweet daughter, letting her raise the mystery Pokémon from its egg. When it hatched, color them surprised when a Toxel was what greeted their eyes; native to Galar, certainly, but far from a common Pokémon. It was exciting, certainly, but...Well, even raised from an egg, Ginger and the Toxel never seemed to be able to meet eye-to-eye. Regardless, after enough time had managed to make it at least vaguely agreeable in a battle scenario, she excitedly took her opportunity to journey through her home region. 

However, her adventure was far from excellent. Toxel, while it always remained by her side, was a constant toxic thorn in her side with its needy, selfish behavior that the clueless young lass was completely unequipped to manage, and for whatever reason, she never quite seemed to get other Pokémon to be all too happy with her either. It was...Demoralizing, but far from the end of the world. She was confident that if she could prove herself in a Gym Battle, perhaps they would find her more approachable and enticing as a potential trainer. So, Ginger boldly went forth to the city of Turffield to face off against Milo, and...

Lost. Spectacularly. 

She couldn't understand why; sure, Toxel was being as aggravating as ever, but she thought she had trained him as best she could, and they had a Type advantage, too! What had she done wrong?! While she was politely ushered off the field and to the Pokémon Center after her defeat, it clung to her like the Curse of a Ghost-Type. She was demoralized, and though she attempted the challenge a few times afterwards, they ended up about the same. Too ashamed to go running back with her proverbial tail between her legs to her mum, she half-heartedly wandered the region, and managed to end up in Spikemuth. In most circumstances, not much would've likely happened here, but as it turned out, her partner was quite the popular Pokémon around there. Unexpectedly, she got tied up with some punks in the dingy alleys of the town, and she found that...She kinda vibed with their style. Maybe it was because of how downtrodden and low she was, or maybe she just really needed to let loose, but she took to their reckless and bordering criminal at times activities straight to her heart. Whether it was spray-painting darkened walls or letting loose in big rock sessions, Ginger took to the energy of Spikemuth like a Ducklett to water. Which...Made things extremely awkward when her mom came to find out where her baby girl had gone off to. 

See, her mum had apparently gotten a new job offer abroad in Johto, and had, at least initially, declined; she wanted to tell her sweet child about this before she made any decisions, especially since they were off on their all-important Gym Challenge! She was certain her brave young girl was already well on her way to qualifying for the big Tournament to become a champion! But, imagine her surprise when, for the first time in her life, Ginger didn't pick up her Rotom Phone! She tried a few times, but having given up after a week of missed calls, resolved to find her daughter herself, come Distortion World or high waters! It had taken her quite some time, but talking her way through a chain of folks who had seen her girl, mum had found herself in Spikemuth, with a rambunctious and uncouth lass who was almost unrecognizable to the demure and sweet girl who had left the apartment that faithful day. 

...But it was still her daughter, and she recognized her instantly, in spite of everything. 

While it made for a [i]very[/i] awkward scene to have in front of her cool new mates, Ginger was eventually shuffled off by her sweet mum and told the news. At first, she vehemently denied the proposition, though told her mum that she could go if she wanted; that she could look after herself, now, and she had pals she didn't want to leave behind. Ever patient and understanding, her mum agreed, but offered to stick around for the next few weeks in case she changed her mind, also wishing to take the chance to catch up with her little girl. When she told her fellow punks and thugs, however, she got...A surprising response. They told her she should take the shot. They spoke of the kind of gal she was when they'd all first met her, and while they were happy to help her find something new to find strength in, they also knew she was just burnin' her wheels in circles here. She needed to get out there and [i]do something[/i], not just spend her life chumming out in the dark corners of a town that wasn't even her own. At first rightly pissed at their seeming turn, in the self-imposed isolation thereafter, she contemplated...And caved. They were prolly right. With a heavy heart, she gave her goodbyes to her good mates of Spikemuth, and beside her mum, made her way to the new Johto region, a chance at a new life...

And man, did it stink! 

Having spent the last year in Cherrygrove City nearly drove her off her rocker. There were so few people her age there, all just a buncha old geezers who didn't get her vibes. Sweet Arceus, most of them hadn't even heard of Roxie! Could ya believe it?! It was bloody miserable. And as far as getting back into the swing of being a Pokémon Trainer? Forget it! There were so few in the area, and they were all novices, the lot of them! Worse yet, after she'd cooked most of their keisters, most of 'em wanted [i]her[/i] advice! She couldn't bear all the little tweens and tots tryin' to pry her brain for a cookie crumb of information, so it led to her sticking to their rent-out house most days, and spending her time at night when the brats were put to bed. Still, there wasn't much to do even when a bunch of snot-nosed kids weren't shoved upon her, and, well....She knew she could try the Johto League challenge, but her time in Galar's League still weighed on her. She didn't feel ready...Didn't know if she'd ever feel ready again. So, she stuck to herself, messing about on forums with the home's computer and posting to her mates through her ever-reliable Rotom Phone. 

...Things changed very recently. When she got home after a rare morning walk (as Toxel had gotten really pouty, so she relented and scrounged about the nearby route for a few Oren Berries for the ever-needy little lady), her mum had a weird smile on her face. When she asked what was up, it was like a torrent of information. Most prudently, that Ginger had been apparently signed up to some kind of lotto by her mum, unbeknownst to her. No biggie; not like they'd win anything. Except they did. Huh. So, she asked what they won. And it was...A journey through the region's Pokémon League with the Arceus-forsaken Champion of the bloody region?! She could feel her whole body growing cold at the prospect, and she screamed at her mum to do something, like, revoke the reward or something! But, sweet and patient as ever, she simply remarked that she'd already accepted it for her sweet girl, certain that this journey would go much better for her! And she'd have friends to travel with this time, too! 

...Ginger was crushed. Absolutely crushed. But...Perhaps some very small part of her held hope, that this might be just what she needed. Or maybe she was just mortified at the prospect of ignoring her reward, as if it would scorn the champion; that's the last thing she'd want! She kept up on the internet, the bloke was a menace! Er, on the battlefield, at least. As a person, from all the talk shows and stuff he just seemed kinda dead on the inside. Which she could relate to a bit. And, well, she [i]did[/i] think he looked kinda cool, and even if most of his matches online were absolute stomps, they were a heckuva watch...

...Okay, maybe she'd bite. But only because the champion was involved! [/color]

Inventory: [color=c4df9b]Having been caught completely unawares by this prospect, nothing, really. Though she always keeps a few Oran Berries handy for when Toxel gets her munchies to avoid becoming her shock outlet, and mum was on the ball for her, giving her five Pokéballs to work with...Not that she expected any Pokémon to actually be willing to shack up with her, if her experience in Galar and with her partner had taught her anythin'. [/color]

Trivia: Ginger will be using the hexcode [color=c4df9b]c4df9b[/color]. She's also absolutely [i]horrified[/i] of most Bug-Type Pokémon, to the point where it even shatters her rough-and-tumble punk exterior for brief moments when caught unawares. She's also a massive Roxie fan, and if she finds out you aren't, she'll certainly try and make you one. 
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[b]Name:[/b] Chili Pepper (occasionally shortened to 'Cheepy')

[b]Species:[/b] Toxel

[b]Ability:[/b] Rattled - Bug, Ghost, and Dark-Type Moves scare her and raise her Speed. 

[b]Moves:[/b] Acid, Belch, Nuzzle, and Tearful Look

[b]Nature/Personality:[/b] Naughty Nature. A Pokémon that seems to understand its standing as a 'Baby Pokémon', and abuses it maliciously to get what it wants. The only one who doesn't fall for her antics is Ginger herself, which might be why their relationship is as toxic (heh) as it is. Still, they get along well enough; definitely better than back in Galar, at least. 

[b]Held Item:[/b] Oran Berry. She gets very moody without consistent snacks, much to Ginger's chagrin. 

[b]Trivia:[/b] Does everything in her power to get Ginger's attention, which often includes things that also get Ginger in serious trouble, like briefly paralyzing random bystanders or sneaking random items out of a Pokémart.
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