"Jackson Atticus Kincaid, at your service."

"I prefer to go by Jax, or Jack. Regime just address by last names."

Bi-Sexual male.

"September 22, 2323. I'm 24-years-old."

Queens, New York.

"I still carry my shock baton and assault rifle with me, though my rifle has no rounds in it. Just for show, and to fool the fools that still think I'm Regime. I stay in my uniform for that specific reason, though I do have a change of clothes in my pack."

Ex-Regime, turned Rebel.

"I own a Houndour, who I've since named Grimm, that was given to me by the Regime. He and I used to just have a 'master and slave' type relationship as the Regime would have us treat our pokemon, but I've tried getting closer with him since I left. He seems to becoming more fond of me."

"I was given Grimm when I was an active soldier for the regime. It used to be, if I said jump he'd immediately do so. Now, he's become my only friend I have. We're trying to better the companionship we've started since I left."

"I grew up in a semi-wealthy family that didn't know what rationing was, like the lower class. My family was decently provided for, and we had relations with people in the Regime. My uncle, specifically, was a military captain. He brought me into the military under his wing when I was just 18 years old. Been a Regime soldier ever since. I know how to avoid them, so it's pretty easy for me to stay out of sight."

Jackson wants to be a hero, someone that everyone knows and reveres. But barring that, he’s willing to be a sort of dark knight. As the youngest of six and constantly disregarded, Jackson is independent and desperate to prove himself, wanting to show his personal talent and leave a legacy behind in the minds of everyone. But he’s not brash. He is content to observe and work quietly, and he’s very intelligent, which is no small aid. He thinks before he acts and is adept at seeing all sides and analyzing situations so he can act to his best advantage. He wants to be something and make something of himself; proving himself better than anyone could have expected is one of his highest priorities. Jackson's social skills need work. He has somewhat of a low tolerance for certain people and is dismissive of those who are loud, unsubtle, and quick to offer opinions for everything. Nevertheless, other people are often "entitled" to his opinion in the form of his biting sarcastic remarks. Other than that he is a quiet and even somewhat withdrawn guy. While he enjoys the company of some of people, solitude is a balm for him. He has to be able to think and study.

Jackson is a knowledge seeker. He is one of those people who believe that knowledge and intelligence are central to success and power, so many things fascinate him and he could easily be found reading if he wasn't constantly on the run. In his mind no fact or understanding of a process or a tendency is unimportant or useless, and may help a person when they least expect it to. As such, he can usually provide extra information on most any subject, even if he gives it in a condescending manner. He is proud of what he knows, both the facts and the underlying understanding of how things work. Interestingly, though, Jackson’s quiet, studious exterior hides somewhat of a rebellious and unconventional streak. He likes to go his own way and will do it willingly. He also respects authority, but follows rules when it suits him—in other words, most of the time, but not if he has something else in mind that he deems worth the risk of losing points in the eyes of his higher ranking officers or perhaps damaging his image a little. However, as important as that is to him, these moments come very rarely. More frequently his unconventionality is manifested in an experimentative tendency.

Jackson loves a challenge and he loves besting people, but it is usually a private victory for him. He needs not brag and draw attention to his success as long as he knows personally that he has won. However, this is not to say that he doesn’t need others’ acclaim. Being noticed is important to him, and he hates being ignored, but he would rather people notice by themselves how outstanding he truly is. That being said, criticism tends to bounce off of him as well--he is rather selective about what he hears and chooses to take to heart. Despite a sometimes ungracious manner, and a self-preserving and self-benefiting attitude, the guy is not bad at heart. He would always stick up for those he considers his friends, and is not averse to helping even strangers, after he is finished or providing it doesn’t inconvenience him. But when he is hurt, it is common to find him completely withdrawn and intractable, working only for himself in a kind of cool temper that can take a while to thaw out, even with the efforts of his closest friends. Unfortunately, Jackson is also prone to hold grudges after problems with others, and he is stubborn about them, though adaptable in other situations.

Jackson is a careful and patient guy. He’ll watch and wait for a long time with an observant and analyzing eye without feeling a need to do anything himself, gaining something from everything he sees. Not only that, he’s good at making what he sees help him in some way. He’s also good at using all the resources he can to help him achieve whatever goal he has in mind. Jackson is driven and works diligently to achieve any goal he’s set for himself, and places these goals above most other things. As such, he’s very organized; he hates clutter and his personal space, personal appearance, and his management of time and such are all very neat and organized, often following a schedule or other method of keeping everything in its proper place and time. It bothers him when things aren’t set out clearly and prioritized so they can be followed right. He’s a very good multi-tasker and his organization helps him make sure everything gets accomplished exactly when and how he planned it to. If it doesn't, he'll fix it until it does.

Jackson is roughly 6'3" and weighs a total of 194lbs. He keeps his dark brown hair cropped kind of short, maybe only a couple inches in length. His eyes are a light grey color that turn almost hazel when he's upset, which is very rare to see with him. When he gets mad, they seem to turn almost black, they get so dark. His body is toned and he continues to maintain that each and every day. He'll exercise with his houndoor Grimm for hours, when he can.

"Maya Reyes. No, I don't possess a middle name."

"I tend to just go by 'Raven'. It's a nickname my mom gave me as a kid."

Heterosexual female, here.

"May 20th, 2327. Yes, that makes me 20-years-old."

New Orleans, Louisiana.

"I carry a knife with me, it stays strapped to the inside of my jacket, while I also have an axe I keep at my hip. What?.. Safety Precautions."

"Rebel. Not hard to tell. I'm constantly on the run."

"I have an Electabuzz with me."

"Well, I met Electabuzz as an Elekid. He used to hang around my childhood home, and occasionally I would feed him. Even brought him inside from the rain a few nights. My parents didn't like me playing with the wild pokemon, so it was kept quiet for a long time. Elekid, at the time, seemed to be very understanding. Around the time when I turned 15, I was getting deep into my rebellious stage and went so far as to sneak onto a Regime truck and steal a pokeball. Well, technically an Ultra ball. I made sure to find an Ultra because its colors matched Elekid's patterns. When I returned home that night, I couldn't find Elekid anywhere. I searched and searched but he was nowhere to be found. I thought maybe he'd gotten picked up by the Regime while I was gone, so I sat the ball ontop of my dresser and left it as a reminder, thinking I'd never see him again. The next morning, however, I found an Electabuzz in my front yard staring me down. Only thing that told me it wasn't going to attack was the genuine smile on its face. It didn't take me long to realize what had happened. I then asked the, now, Electabuzz if it'd go into a permanent partnership with me. I offered up the pokeball, and promised him if he ever felt threatened by me or just flat out didn't want to be around me anymore, I'd set him free. We've been together ever since. He's my best bud."

"I came from a low-class migrant farmer family who didn't have much to begin with. Poverty is a disease in our family, one spread from generation to generation, even before the wars f*cked everything up even worse. My parents made sure to give my brother and I the best education their money could afford, though. They, as well as my brother, gave up their lives to let me escape The Regime. Our parents were late on their payments, and The Regime came to claim what wasn't rightfully theirs. Since I had my own pokemon that wasn't registered, my parents advised me to leave. My brother tried to join me, but they caught on that we were on the run and he created a diversion. I've been on the run with Electabuzz ever since."

Upon a first meeting, Raven is usually rather quiet. Although she likes the company of people, she doesn't typically approach others unless she's pretty sure they'll welcome it. Once acquainted with someone, though, she can be quite animated and talkative, more lighthearted and teasing the closer she is to someone. She is fiercely loyal to the people she cares for, helping them at all costs, and is generally kind. Her friends can always rely on her for level-headed advice, a listening ear, or help with classwork--regarding the latter, she's a hard worker that usually enjoys the work she does, and is prone to trying to focus people back on the main subject or task at hand. If she doesn't know someone, however, she can be judgmental at times if someone seems ignorant or shallow; Raven is fairly quick to form opinions of people and sticks to her first impression, unless enough contrasting evidence is set before her.

Raven is naturally outspoken and hates having to mask or hide herself and how she is. She knows how to keep quiet when she has recognized that caution and prudence are necessary, but would prefer to speak her mind, and can be rather blunt. Raven is opinionated and has things to say and ideas to give on everything, which contributes to activity in classes and discussions with her friends. She will doggedly uphold her beliefs no matter what. Raven has an acute sense of right and wrong. She believes in always doing what she believes is the right thing, no matter what other people say and think. She has a high sense of honor and returns assistance and even kindness to anyone who has done her a good turn, no matter how much she may dislike them. She is also usually, if grudgingly, fair, even if this is colored, again, by an inherent dislike of the person she is thinking about or referring to.

Although fairly intelligent, and someone who will give her all and put her mind to something once she gets around to it, Raven's mind can tend to wander off, especially if something big is weighing on her mind and what she's doing is rather mundane. Someone who likes to see the "big picture", she can get caught up in it instead of focusing on what she's doing in the here and now unless they are tied together. However, it's rare that she doesn't complete a task that she's given, even if it starts in a delayed fashion. She tries her hardest to produce good results in whatever she does, and once she decides on a course of action, she is determined to follow it through to the end. Quite stubborn, it is extremely difficult for someone to change her mind after she's made a decision, though she can be influenced successfully while she is still considering her options.

Although she tries to control her temper, it can be quite violent with proper provocation. During the end of the last war, she became much more easily provoked, taking more strongly to old prejudices; this has mostly worn off, but she experiences flare-ups occasionally. This was also accompanied by an increase in impulsiveness and recklessness, but she's really feeling more like her normal self, although a touch of extra spark and fire seems to be part of her for good. In her natural state, though, relatively free from any out-of-the-ordinary stress, Raven tries and usually succeeds in being clear-headed in her decisions, thinking things through.

Although she seems rather unassuming, Raven also is fond of adventure and trying out new things. Because she believes that doing something worthwhile in the world is important, and that there are things that people are just meant to do, she's always wanted to keep doing different things to figure out what she's good at and what she's passionate about. To a degree, she also just enjoys a bit of danger and the unknown, even though she recognizes that stability is often better and has become much more cautious than she was when she was younger. When it comes down to it, Raven values simplicity and straightforwardness in life. To her it's comforting to have a goal and know who you can count on, and having both she feels quite at ease with life. Whatever she does though, there's very little that the young witch regrets, and she's proud of who she is and where she's been.

Raven doesn't stand much taller than 5'6" and weighs a petite 114lbs. Her Mexican and Native features truly stand out with her dark brown, almost black hair, tanned skin and dark eyes to match. She has full lashes and fixed eyebrows to go with them. Her facial expressions usually show she means business, and it's rare to see her smile, but given the chance, she lights up any room. She has two tattoos and a paper crane necklace she wears. One of the tattoos is of black wings, one on each shoulder/arm, to go along with her nickname. The other is a quote across her chest that reads, "Can't put your arms around a memory."

"Isaiah Vantas, at your service."

"Isaiah is fine, if we're friends. Otherwise, call me Vantage."

"I'm not sure why you need to know, but I'm a straight male."

"I'm 19 (or possibly, 20), Born August 28, 2328."

"Boston, Massachusetts"

"I know my way around a gun very well, though I don't carry one. I'm also damn good at climbing vertical surfaces."

"Rebel. I want freedom, like the last books speak of..."

"I've never had a Pokémon stick around, but I'd love a Gardevoir..."

"Like I said, I don't have any Pokémon, but you can be sure I'll tell you when I do."

"I never had a lot in life, but I never thought it was bad. My parents were like most others in my town. Poor, hard working, and always scared. But I thought that was just how people lived. That is, until I stumbled upon a group of rebel sympathizers on the outskirts of town. They were at peace, enjoying life with their Pokémon and doing everything they could to be happy. But it didn't last.... The regime came for them, and wiped out most of the town as well."

"Since that event, I've been travelling around collecting books and recordings of the past... I want to recreate that world, where everyone could be happy, and where Pokémon were our friends, instead of the machines of war the Regime insists they are."

If Isaiah could be described fully in a single word, that word would be "curious." Curiosity is what drives Isaiah in most of his adventures. Sure, he has his reasons beyond it, but when he sees an abandoned library, a boarded up house, or an abandoned government facility, the first thought in his head is "I wonder what's in there...." Of course, this can lead to trouble, and is a big part of the reason Isaiah has so many bite mark shaped scars. Growlithe bites hurt.

Of course, there is more to him than that. Isaiah is moderately intelligent, able to think up complex plans on the go, especially when it comes to escapes. Even in the thick of things, he is always analyzing his surroundings, finding tactical vantage points and escape vectors. If you ever get into trouble and need to find a way out of it, Isaiah is the one you would want to ask. Above and beyond that though, Isaiah tends to be average in his intelligence. But that doesn't matter to him, and he doesn't mind not being the smartest. Who cares after all, when you can escape almost any situation you need.

Beyond those two things, Isaiah is a kind young man with a naivety about him. He is willing to trust almost anyone at least once, and likes to make friends. He acts younger than he is when he is relaxed, giving others the impression of immaturity. The truth though, is that Isaiah just wants to have fun while he can, and refuses to let a corrupt world push that down. However, put him into a serious situation, and you can count on him for serious backup.

Isaiah also has latent violent tendencies. He used to carry a gun with him, which is how he developed a great skill as a marksman, and a knowledge of gun care and maintenance. However. He realized after some time that when he had the gun, he wanted to use the gun. After his first kill, an unarmed regime member who was going to report him, Isaiah took the gun apart completely, put it in a case, and let it stay in the bottom of his backpack, unusable. However, this hasn't prevented some of his more violent tendencies for getting out, and Isaiah has a great love for street fights, whether with thieves or unarmed Regime members.

Isaiah is tall, standing just at 6 feet. Dark brown, short hair covers his head in a messy form, and he is almost always wearing a hoodie and jeans to help disguise himself. If you were to get his hood off, you could see bite mark scars on his neck, and even more down his body if you pulled off his clothes. Intelligent blue eyes peek out from under thick bangs, and a twice broken nose, bent to one side, makes it impossible to think of him as classically attractive.

Kassandra Garrard

Shade | The Butcher

Bisexual Female

24 years old, April 13th, 2323

Northwest Territories

Carries two knives, a hand ax, hunting rifle, and bow plus arrows that she has made herself. Skilled hunter, tracker, and medic.

Rebel

Sneasel (Razor)

Shade and Razor have known each other since they were very young. They first encountered each other while she was on a hunting trip with her father, and over time have developed a relationship first as playful competitors, then as hunting partners.

Very little is known about the wanted felon known to Regime soldiers as The Butcher. They first came to the Regime’s attention approximately two years ago, when capture teams began disappearing. Further investigations has narrowed it down to a single individual tracking and systematically murdering Regime soldiers, however attempts to track down this individual have proven to be frustratingly difficult due to the lack of survivors and the fact that they never stay in a region for great lengths of time.

What is known is that they are ruthless, with all victims, both human and Pokemon, having had their throats slit, in addition to other injuries. They are also very good at evading detection, as well as luring capture teams into traps.

Shade is a grim individual. She is used to spending large amounts of time alone with only Razor for company, so she has a tendency to be very blunt and straight to the point with people. She is primarily driven by a her hatred for the Regime, making her ruthless when dealing with them and suspicious of those claiming to have left. She takes no pleasure in killing, but she does feel that this war is not going to have a peaceful resolution and recognizes that the Regime will not show anyone mercy, so neither will she.

Equally important is her reverence and love of Pokemon. Shade grew up being taught that all life was sacred and connected, and that thoughtless or intentional cruelty was one of the worst sins one could commit. For this reason, she prays for every Pokemon she kills so that its soul may find peace, safe from the Regime’s grasp.

Shade is quite short, at 5’2”. Her black hair is very short and choppy, like it was cut with a knife, with sharp amber eyes that seem to pierce through you staring out from her round face. Due to growing up living off the land, Shade has a very lean musculature and is stronger than she looks. She wears thick, warm clothing that is very worn, torn and patched up from use.