[center][color=EE82EE][h1]Faye Wrexlyn[/h1][/color]
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Pokédollars: 500
Egg in Egg Case
1x Potion
Camping backpack with a cold weather sleeping bag with a sleeping pad added to it, waterproof canvas tarp, 50 ft of rope, mess kit, extra clothes, a week of food (granola, jerky, a few canned soup, pokemon food for Sage, etc), water purification kit and canteen, compass and maps of the region, magnesium fire starter, multi-tool knife, and a camping saw.
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[hider=Sage][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/eff1d438-78da-49ea-9491-bc93a470ef66.png[/img][h3]♂[/h3]
[b][u]Species:[/u][/b] Eevee
[u][b]Type:[/b][/u] Normal
[u][b]Level:[/b][/u] 5
[u][b]Status:[/b][/u] 
[u][b]Moves:[/b][/u] Tackle, Tail Whip, Growl, Sand-Attack
[u][b]Ability:[/b][/u] Adaptability - Increases STAB from 1.5x to 2x
[u][b]Held Item:[/b][/u] [/hider]
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Faye let out a steadying breath. This was to be her first Pokémon battle. While it was against kids almost half her age, that kind of meant failing at her first battle would be even more embarrassing than if she fought someone her age and lost. That meant the pressure was on. She had to win, not just because it meant getting the right to first claim for catching that rowlet, but to preserve her confidence in being a trainer. Perhaps embarrassing wasn't the right term for if she lost. It would be a lot more than embarrassing. She'd studied to do well her with her first Pokémon - know what starter moves did and what could counter what regardless of Pokémon type - and losing to a munchkin would be a blow worse than just losing with her first step onto the trail of being a Pokémon trainer.  

Words from her mother's parting advice repeated in her head. [i][color=f5f5f5]Trust your Pokémon and trust in yourself.[/color][/i] The first challenger, Will, called out his Pokémon. Faye put her hair up in a ponytail and stepped into position with Sage at her side. They were battling another normal type. She let out another breath and muttered quietly, [i][color=EE82EE]We've got this.[/color][/i]

She looked down at Sage. "[color=EE82EE]Ready?[/color]" Sage nodded and yipped back. "[color=EE82EE]Alright. Let's show these kids how to battle! Sage - go![/color]" She pointed toward the center and Sage charged out into position. Her attention was focused on the battle at hand, not noticing any others that she might have recognized show up on the route on their way out of town. 

Listening to the instructions the kid shouted at his Ratatta, her confidence wavered but she kept it bottled up. Defense lowering and actual attacks...okay, she could do this. "[color=EE82EE]Sage, dodge its tail and get into a good position! Kick up sand and get it in its eyes, then go in for a tackle![/color]" From there, she would keep advising Sage to dodge in and out with varying instructions to use other stat reducing attacks between tackles.