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[color=#FFFFFF][i]"Lets be reasonable about this."[/i][/color][/center]
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[color=#9ACD32][b]Name[/b][/color]: Glen Saltswind

[color=#9ACD32][b]Age[/b][/color]: 23

[color=#9ACD32][b]Gender[/b][/color]: Male

[color=#9ACD32][b]Country of Origin[/b][/color]: Nerida

[color=#9ACD32][b]Weapons[/b][/color]: Skilled with the warpick. 

[color=#9ACD32][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] One container of smelling salts (used to revive pokemon and people alike by opening the lungs), a knife and fork for eating properly. A long green knitted cloak from his family (used in cold weather.) 

[color=#9ACD32][b]Appearance[/b][/color]: 
Just like the picture except he is often seen wearing a long winter cloak which is green.

[color=#9ACD32][b]Personality:[/b][/color]:
Glen is intently focussed on something once he sets his mind on it, other times he is breezy and changable. However the most induring aspect of him is that hes always given to letting others have "a sporting chance" or "a fair crack", meaning that he is not so intence on winning as he is for the love of sport.

[color=#9ACD32][b]Short Biography[/b][/color]:
From within the rocking carriage, the sound of horses trotting could be heard. Hue Greygranite sat thinking to himself. Seemingly with a natural stillness and repose thoughts were turning over in his mind. After a little while, he opened the carriage door and called out. "If Sir Barnabus could join me please.". The carriage door swung open and a fellow in halfplate entered into the carraige, rocking it slightly. Here was a strapping fellow of nearly 50 with shock of red hair and a scar on his chin. He sat there quietly waiting for the Lord to speak, and when he said nothing he ventured his own opinion. "Thinking about the upcoming games?", "Yes Barney, as per our last conversation". "I've said it before, even if it should cost me another shoulder i'll joust and fight the beastfights." "Yees-, but winning in your condition might prove troublesome, and this is a time whence we cannot afford to lose", there was silence "My Lord if this is about sacrifice i'll do it in the name of peace..." There was a long silence and Barnabus could tell that the Lord was mulling things over at the rate of a Rabidash... "and if not then one of my Squires can take the role", "Really?" Lord Greygranite seemed to rise out of his meditation. Then she shrank back and whispered half to himself, "Whos' good enough? Thats the thing." His thumb and forefinger pinching his lower lip into a U. "That young Saltswind is a promising one" ventured Barnabus. "Really??? Remind me again of who he is?" Hes a Squire, coming of age to become a Knight, comes from a family that traded salt on the high seas. Hes got the bearing of a Squire, broad-shouldered, but the head of a trader. "Do you think he's ready?", "Were any of us back then?", "It'll be his first time on the Beastfights but the joust hes done well enough in before, and if he takes to it like the scrumball game then i see no problems." "Alright, bring him in", Said the lord, having finished pinching his lip. Barnabus lent out the door and called "Glen Saltswind, step forth". Within a moment or two a young strapping lad with a warpick at his belt entered into the carriage. Looking at his company he ventured forth "My Lords". "Well, if it isnt the young Saltswind" stated the Lord Greygranite loudly with a painful grin. "You come from stock who know the high seas dont you?", "Thats right sir, both mah and pah traded on the westward seas". "Excellent, both Barnabus and I have been having a chat and we've decided that it is you who should be undertaking the Tournament". "Glen blinked and looked backward and forwards at them", "Thank you sir, but isnt Sir Barnabus undertaking the Tournaments this year? We've all been waiting to watch him win." Said the young Glen without so much as a hesitation. "Thats excellent spirit you've got there melad but tell me, have you ever thought of competing yourself?", "Of course melord, every squire thinks of it sooner or later", He said with enthusiasm. "Then i can think of no better time for you to show what youve got", "Really melord? This is such an honour and i cant believe you'd trust me", "There, there," said Barnabus rubbing his shoulder, "thats quite enough now", "Go forth and do an armour check on the other Squires". "Y-yess melord, r-right away, th-thank you.", With a shudder the young Saltswind exited the carriage and both the lords waited in silence. Hushed voices were heard outside. Followed by a discernable whooping and hollering. But within the carriage there were nothing but silence, granite silence.

[color=#9ACD32][b]Pokemon[/b][/color]:
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[b]Name:[/b] Spice
[b]Species:[/b] Furret
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Ability:[/b] 
[b]Appearance:[/b] A Furret with 8 rings instead of 7 and is considered by some people to be lucky.
[b]Personality:[/b] Inquisitive and often taken to exploring on his own, Spice is a good early warning system for danger.
[b]Move Set:[/b]
1.) Foresight
2.) Scratch
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[b]Name:[/b] Saltcutter
[b]Species:[/b] Staryu
[b]Gender:[/b] ?
[b]Ability:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] Saltcutter is a normal looking Staryu. Staryu are used by the family to cut large saltbergs for transport with its watergun. Saltcutters jewel speaks of its wealthy background and often likes to have its jewel polished.
[b]Personality:[/b] [Give a couple of adjectives that describe the Pokemon]
[b]Move Set:[/b]
1.) Harden
2.) Watergun
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[color=#9ACD32][b]Summary[/b][/color]: A young knight in training from a wealthy trader background come to joust some *******.

[color=#9ACD32][b]Other[/b][/color]:[/hider]