[center][h2][color=gold]Gleampier[/color][/h2][/center]

As you opened your eyes, everything became clear. The sun gave a yellow tinge to your surroundings, and the summer heat caused a drop of sweat to run down the side of your body. Hadn’t it just been pale blue? You must’ve fallen asleep in the middle of the night. The temperature almost lulled you into a second, mid-morning nap. Your eyes fluttered a slideshow of light and dark and began to roll into the back of your head. Almost. Your skin tightened and your chest heaved. You shot up in bed and your eyes widened, adjusting to the light. The adrenaline in your veins returned as your shaking hands gripped whatever might be lying about. You threw whatever coverings that bundled you in the night and your feet hit the ground running, literally soaring out of bed. Was that the smell of pancakes downstairs or in a house across the road? Where’d you fall asleep again? Who cares, today was the day! Your eyes darted about the place and you grabbed whatever you thought might help you in the blink of an eye. Personal belongings, a pack, some snacks, you even found a Potion hidden around the place and stuffed everything into some sort of container. The zipper groaned as you heaved backward with all of your might to get it closed. You nearly sprinted away before turning back. You collected all of the cash you’d been saving and stuffed it into your pockets.

[center][b][Acquire: Potion x1]
[Acquire: 500 P (Pokédollars)][/b][/center]

Did you say goodbye to your parents? Were they here? Were you in a home? Out the door you went. Your shoes slammed against the dirt and kicked up grass. With your gear in tow, you took your first steps to becoming a Pokémon master.

Ah, the beautiful town of Gleampier. Scientists have studied the anomaly that the Port was, having never had a cold winter in its existence. The temperature is always the same as a fair summer heat, but that was nothing a local couldn’t handle. With extended stay, one’s skin was bronzed and their hair had become blonde since childhood. The all too familiar swirling breeze came in with the rising tide, unfurling the locks on your head. Wingull cooed from high on and soared through the lone clouds that managed to survive in the sky during this perfect day. 

Even the water was warm, being fed by thermal vents that existed just off shore at the bed of the cove. Geologists, Ecologists, and Meteorologists were rummaging about the town 24/7 scribbling on their documents and swearing the forsaken town for not having any sort of wifi or connection. If it did, research could be conducted at a rate four times faster than it currently could! At the moment, though, scientists had to hike up the jagged cliffs bordering the town’s western side and reach a recently constructed research station. Elevation appeared to improve connection. That wasn’t where you were going, though. Your shoes slammed against cobblestone pavement. Sand whisked against your face and forced itself into the soles of your shoes. If salt in your shoes made you jump higher, sand made you run faster. The breeze only became more relaxing as it surrounded your face. You closed your eyes for a moment. The furious wind, mixed with the ever-present sun, was an earthen nirvana. And nobody could take that from you. You thought it unwise to run for too long with your eyes closed, and your eyelids shot open to continue your guided journey.

There was never much to do inside, as technology wasn’t the most recent innovation in the port. Most efforts went towards building oceanic rigs, fishing equipment, and building residency for the high-population town. The perfect weather attracted quite a crowd, and expansion efforts had to be made constantly. It wasn’t a city quite yet, but within ten years it likely could be. Your path took you in alleyways, around store corners, between crowds of people and even over hedges and bushes. You took the straightest path possible to the port itself, where a distinct vessel rocked on the waters.

[center][color=6ecff6]S.S. EXPEDITION[/color][/center]

In bold, bright blue letters right on the side of the ship’s shining white hull. A massive construction of tangled wires topped the ship, buzzing with electricity. It was the distinct vessel of none other than Professor Palm, who came into port on this specific day every year. Young trainers from all around would gather for their first Pokémon, and the attendance showed. A long, winding line had already accumulated to await passage onto the ship. A wooden, barred plank separated the dock from the ship’s hull. It seemed that two children were allowed to be on the gangplank at once: one exiting the ship, and another boarding. You took your place in line, just as two others approached at the same time you did.

One seemed roguish and foreign, with dark, spiked hair atop his head. His pale skin, coupled with the tattoo above his left eye, were certainly oddities in Gleampier. The second of you had long, light red strands of hair tied into a flourishing ponytail that ran down just below her shoulders. She wore a dark dress that faded into pink the farther one was to look down her body. The last of you perhaps fit in the best with the environment, but not by far. He had long strands of black hair and golden, slim eyes. A light blue scarf waved with the oceanic breeze, coming forth from underneath a black overcoat. The three of you certainly drew minor attention from the blonde, bronzed locals. How did you decide who would join in line first?