[color=sienna][h2][center]Regan Calhoun[/center][/h2][/color]

[hider=Inventory]GP: 500
Items: Potion x1, Ranger Cap[/hider]
[hider=Roster]Empty[/hider]
[hider=PC]Empty[/hider]

It had happened rather suddenly. She was helping a Hitmonchan do some training when she got the news.  She completely expected the Rangers to reject her. Without any formal pokemon handling experience, why would they take her? She’d interacted with fighting-types before, but without at least one ball on her belt, it seemed kind of hopeless - so, when she was not only given a chance to prove herself, but was being flown out to another island and given her own pokemon to start her on a journey, she was.. shocked, then elated. Her father had been surprised by the urgency with which they were accepting his daughter, but her joy was difficult for him to ignore.

She’d never been very far from the city before. Getting on a plane to an island she’d never been was exhilarating, and more than a little nerve-wracking. She was confident in her abilities, however, and with a pokemon at her side, she would be just fine. She wanted to be a Ranger, after all.

The young lady had been sent off from the airport security checkpoint by her father and a Ranger representative, and she understood she’d be looking for an Association representative on landing. She would recognize the uniform, she’d been told. The representative would take her to her temporary accommodation, where she could read up on the region or just relax after traveling so far. The next day, she would meet the Professor and receive her Pokemon and Pokedex.

There were pokemon everywhere in the city. You didn’t even need to go beyond the city limits to encounter wild ones! She was used to the idea of wild pokemon being a more contentious presence, so it was a little difficult for her to get used to. The building, on approach, was as impressive as this culture shock. The wide structure, and as you enter, the introduction of natural features to the interior space. Trees, even![color=sienna] “whoa..”[/color]

She approached a tree, laying a hand gently against the bark of it and looking up into the branches. Her gaze lingered there for a time, looking up into and through the canopy, before she let the logo catch her attention. A tree, growing from a pokeball? Between the logo, and these trees and gardens growing indoors, and the pokemon all throughout the city, it was so inspiring. This unity between city space and natural space. The way people and pokemon could coexist. She’d read about the Cipher disaster, briefly. It all made her want to be a Ranger even more.

[color=37B5A9]"G'mawnin mite, haow's ya die gaowin? Nymes Steph, Oy assume you're heah faw the laygue yahppa too ya?"[/color]

Who-wuh-huh? That hadn’t been addressed to her, no, sounded.. too far away, but the absurdity of the other voice drew her attention to a certain fact - she’s not the only one. Right, she’d been told about the other trainers she’d be starting alongside, or at least that there were going to be others. The girl took a fresh look around herself, taking note of the two with pokemon among the youthful faces. She had to observe for a moment to be sure they were, in fact, and pokemon and trainer? pair. There were so many pokemon just... around, here.

Hey, that guy’s doing kata. Regan.. vaguely recognized parts of what he was doing, but he was probably a student of a different school. She’d always been kind of lax on her kata, honestly, though her reflexes have been kept sharp from practical exercise.

[color=sienna] “Aah, you’re really into the forms, are you?”[/color] Regan had come away from the tree and her marvelling at the aesthetic and philosophy of the Evig Pokemon Association’s League Administration Headquarters architectural design (though if you asked her, she couldn’t phrase it that way), to come and socialize.