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[color=#dda0dd][i]"I yearn to travel to the edge of the stars and beyond, to map places where others daren’t tread… or, perhaps, just for more wine."[/i][/color][/center]
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[color=#dda0dd][b]Name[/b][/color]: Eon Vael

[color=#dda0dd][b]Age[/b][/color]: 30 

[color=#dda0dd][b]Gender[/b][/color]: Male

[color=#dda0dd][b]Country of Origin[/b][/color]: Taranis

[color=#dda0dd][b]Weapons[/b][/color]: A slim dagger, gilded and jeweled. 

[color=#dda0dd][b]Equipment[/b][/color]: He carries inks, brushes, pens, paper and a compass for his cartography.

[color=#dda0dd][b]Appearance[/b][/color]: Eon is tall and lithe, though his frame is mostly hidden under billowing silks or heavy furs in the colder regions. 
 
[color=#dda0dd][b]Personality[/b][/color]: Hedonistic and flamboyant, Eon cares much more about himself than anything else, but loves to engage with people; he can be pleasant, though this is very much an act, as he lets few people close to him. He has a love for art and life. 

[color=#dda0dd][b]Short Biography[/b][/color]:
The third son of a wealth Tarani merchant family, Eon was never the subject to grooming like his older siblings. With all this time he explored their estate, and developed a taste for adventure, for finding hidden places and secrets that even then he understood to be precious. Frequently he would return at mealtime with grazed knees and messy hair and receive a scolding. He met his Abra, Sim, during one of his expeditions, whilst climbing a tree. He offered it an apple and the two have grown closer since.

Eon was also afforded a great tutelage, learning to read and write, but also to play music and, his favourite of all, to paint and draw and create visual art - this Eon took to naturally. With not much else to besides, Eon could focus on refining his craft, and soon needed a new teacher for this. And then another. Before long he was doing portraits for family and friends, and then people from further afield. They came to [i]him[/i], to be captured on canvas through his eyes. Works produced by him soon became worth their weight in gold, or more precious even still. His grandest undertaking was a set of three pieces for a powerful Pokemon breeder, and in return he was gifted a Ralts, Ira. 

However, through tedium and happenstance, Eon was dragged into a depressive stupor and could not create. Try as he might, inspiration seemed drained from him, like wine through open hands. So he left. He bid his family farewell, and set out. 

Answering the call of the wide beyond lifted the malaise. His mind, freed from the dark cloud that had choked it for so long, seized upon an idea: he would use his artistry to create maps of the world, of the secrets areas he so used to love finding. 

Time trained his body, honing it, as he travelled, mostly, on his own two feet, accompanied by nobody, usually, save his Pokemon. The road taught him many hard lessons, of trust and the dark nature of men that they all hold in their hearts, and how much of it they show when they are alone. 

It was a coincidence that he happened to be close to Shula around the time of the Firebrand Tourney, but having missed so many before, he decided to attend this one. The hollow jangle of his coin purse wove a sad story. Another reason to go. 

[color=#dda0dd][b]Pokemon[/b][/color]:
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[b]Name:[/b] Sim
[b]Species:[/b] Abra
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Appearance:[/b] Purple ribbons are woven into his fur and he is dressed in a silk robe of purples and golds. 
[b]Personality:[/b] Furtive and gentle
[b]Move Set:[/b]
1. Teleport
2. Psychic
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[b]Name:[/b] Ira
[b]Species:[/b] Ralts
[b]Gender:[/b] Female
[b]Appearance:[/b] The hair that covers her face is a deep green. Blue silks adorn her.
[b]Personality:[/b] Quiet and alert
[b]Move Set:[/b]
1. Teleport
2. Protect
3. Sunny Day
4. Psychic
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[color=#dda0dd][b]Summary[/b][/color]: Extravagant and boisterous, gentle yet flint sharp, a mystery to those that know him, he longs to travel to edges of the stars' lights. Deep down, he suspects he is searching for something, and, equally, that he will never find it. 

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