[center][h1][color=fff79a][b]Tristan Glory[/b][/color][/h1][/center] [center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/nh9MN9w8/Gokudera-cropped.jpg [/img][/center] [center][hider=Inventory][h3][u][b]Inventory[/b][/u][/h3] Pokedollars-500 Pokeballs-5 potions-1 Camping gear Emergency care kit(one multi-bristled brush, comb, tweezers, clippers, skin cream, compact mirror)[/hider][/center] [center][hider=On-Hand][u][b][/b][/u] [hider=King]King [img]https://projectpokemon.org/images/shiny-sprite/murkrow-f.gif [/img] species-Bird Type-Flying/Dark level-5 Ability- Super luck (The chance of a bearer's move being a critical hit is increased by 1 stage.) Moveset- -Peck -Astonish -Pursuit -Feather dance[/hider] [/hider][/center] [center][hider=PC][u][b][/b][/u] [/hider][/center] For most about to become a trainer this would be considered one of the most exciting days ever with the prospect of an adventure awaiting them and getting their very first pokemon. Tristan, however, found himself in quite the the sour mood as he stood there amongst the group of freshly recruited trainers which he found to be quite the weird gathering of rabble as none of them were the kind of sort one such as him would dare to associate with. But they were not the reason for the young rich teen's unpleasant mood though did nothing to help it; no, it was due to a number of reasons like the pounding headache assaulting his temple and the jetlag from spending more 15 hours traveling from the kalos region to here, via first class only of course. Yet, the true culprit ultimately had to do with the little meeting shortly prior to entering this building with the long-served family butler not only denying allowing him to bring Chives, his personal servant also along on his travels and leaving him to have to lug around his own pack, but even took away his card to the Glory account which has never left his side upon the moment he received it. Now how was he supposed to get his mousse hair gel and milotic galore skin cream? And the items needed for his traveled (hardly of any priority in his mind to say the least) though the pitiful change allotted to him wouldn't afford even a stick of bread from the restaurant he typically dined at. Still fuming at both being denied his right and talked down to like he was a child, were it not for the fact they were the orders directly from his father he would give that frumpy old bastard several choice words and letting him look bad in public probably had a hand in Tristan holding his tongue. The fact he found himself here was purely because he took a brief interest and some strange woman approaching him advising him to accept her sudden offer to become a trainer. He originally had no intention of coming, that is until his father also highly recommend, he do so with the chance of finally doing something to earn the rights to the Glory name and by working to become a pokemon champion stand alongside his older highly successful brothers. For a moment his body shuddered as it took biting his lip to keep from breaking out in cold sweat as he briefly recalled the last image of his father's face before setting off; cold and cruel eyes that betrayed that small smile almost as if to tell him that failure simply was not an option. A shake of the head to shake off the second bout of shudder wanting to forget that image nor did he want to risk blemishing his skin that has gone through hours meticulous care. Almost thankful to actually hear the dour tone of the sleep deprived professor speaking up to pull him from his thoughts. Almost, he thought as he simply could not bring himself to look at the man; hair all disheveled and horribly mismanaged and skin all dirty and greasy. The worse of it were those heavy shadows beneath his eyes...dear god did this man have no concept whatsoever about skin care? Even thinking to look at this old geezer's face had Tristan cringing and fighting back an urge to vomit. Opting instead to keep his shades covered eyes on the phone held in his hands, the phone obviously of the latest model not yet on the market which he was currently texting his 'bestie' Trevor. Only half listening to Professor Kapoc who might as well be living in a cardboard box by the state of him as he prattled on about this being a great opportunity and blah blah blah. His attention pulled away only briefly upon the sudden entrance of that strange woman from before as the manner she coyly flirted with the assistance briefly brought an amused smirk to his devilishly handsome face. An amusement ruined the instant Kapoc spoke up once more and started going on regarding something about some id card and pokedex causing him to roll his eyes while turning his eyes to the two items described. Keeping his own phone in his left hand as the right reached for the pokedex made in design similar to that of a typical iphone and while the model was of the latest line it still looked a tad disapproving. But, without his card he no longer had a way to afford his phone's insanely expensive plan leaving him no choice but to forego using it save for very limited uses, at least for the time being and bid Trevor farewell for the moment which his friend responded with a typical tort remark. The guy did not hold back at all in letting him know how ridiculous and laughable it was to let Tristan of all people be a trainer. Gritting his teeth while clutching the phone in his hand as he stared at the insulting message. *[color=f26522] Just you wait, Trevor. I'll make you eat your words and that pitifully cheaply handled nose job of yours![/color] * Scowling with his frustrated thoughts as he pocketed the phone not wanting to bother with it any further at the moment. Instead putting his focus on getting the pokeball containing the shiny Murkrow he had selected and held the ball up, turning it between his fingers."[color=fff79a] There..are we done now? I got places to be and...[/color]" Tilting his head with an exasperated sigh and in doing so ended up getting a good look at Kapoc's face and quickly turned his head away, hand to his mouth to fight back a gag."[color=fff79a] And things to do.... plus, your voice and face nausates me.[/color]" Muttering that last bit under his breath as he then turned to pull away from the group intending to have nothing to do with any of them, making his way to a secluded portion of the lab where he would call out the murkrow. With a zap of a red beam out came the purple feathered Murkrow crowed with a rising flap of its wings; standing there in place majestically bringing a smile to Tristan's lips."[color=fff79a] Hmph, that old flop of a professor mentioned shinies offer nothing but those are just the words of jealous losers. It's only fitting that I, a Glory get a shiny starter.[/color]" Laughing obnoxiously while flipping the bang of silky smooth silver hair covering his right eye as Murkrow could only help but let out an uncertain cawing in a manner of nervous laughter following its trainer. In the next instant Tristan pointed his right index finger at the brightly violet bird. [color=fff79a] " How lucky for you to have found yourself under the guise of I, Tristan Glory. A born champion that in turn will conquer this league with this champion in the making before me.[/color]" Laughing once more while placing his hands on his hips; standing in a victory pose with a smug smirk." [color=fff79a]With nothing but weak rabble before us, victory will be quick and sweet. So now I deem you the name worthy of a pokemon associated with one fabulous and great as I... King![/color]" Exclaimed while bending his head back looking up at the ceiling."[color=fff79a] We will soar high into the sky and take over this nation until all are blessed by glory.[/color]" tilting his head back down and pulling off his shades to give a dazzling smile matched with a sparkle of his visible eye. "[color=fff79a] Only the top awaits us kings. So do not fail me.[/color]" That dazzling smile almost overshadowing the underlying threat in his words and whether King noticed or understand it did not show as the bird crowed out in a loudly proud fashion as if motivated and swayed by Tristan's so called passionate speech, even seeming to shed a tear from being so moved and in awe.