[center][h1][b][color=red]Vivian Sorex[/color][/b][/h1]


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[hider=The Archeologist's assistant]
[u][b]Atlas[/b][/u]
Appearance:
[img]https://www.serebii.net/swordshield/pokemon/622.png[/img]
 
[b]Species:[/b] Golett

[b]Type:[/b] Ground/Ghost

[b]Personality:[/b] Brave nature

[b]Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other:[/b]
- Enjoys lifting things: Atlas has a strange penchant for lifting anything it can when bored or otherwise not doing anything. This naturally includes their own trainer.
- Blood Knight: A natural battler at heart, Atlas is the first to stand up for a fight, even if their trainer would rather not.

[b]Level:[/b] 5

[b]Moves:[/b] Mud Slap/Astonish/Defense Curl/Fire Punch

[b]Ability:[/b] Iron Fist: Powers up punching moves.

[b]Held Item:[/b]

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[hider=Inventory]
1x Potion
500 Pokedollars
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Vivian was very slow to respond as Atlas and the Farfetch'd took up their stances, stammering over themselves as they tried to grab Atlas' Pokeball to return the automaton to its home. Yet by the time she had managed to get it into her hands, the duo had begun their brawl, stopping the young archeologist as she watched in awe. She wasn't a battler, that kind of thing never [i]truly[/i] interested her, though she had certainly taken time to watch official League matches. But that was, in a sense, entertainment on a TV or computer. A natural divide that prevented her from getting invested. Here though? This was real. The fact that it was her new partner taking the initiative, the cheering crowd, the sound of the two combatants clashing.

It was enough that Vivian almost forgot that she was supposed to be the one commanding her Golett. 

[color=ed1c24]"Gah, er- Atlas, use De-"[/color] Vivian begins to call out, cutting herself off as she saw the gravel and dirt at Atlas...'s arms, as the automaton had simply lifted its relatively large arm to cover its face. It was a moment where Atlas couldn't see the bird... Yet it didn't seem to care as it stepped forward, reaching its other hand down to scoop up a chunk of loose dirt and grit itself, before throwing it up into the air in front of it, anticipating Farfetch'd to try to use the opening Atlas had created. Then, with a stomp forward, the arm that Atlas used to block their face swipes to the side, an aura of fire raging around it before they swing forward with yet another Fire Punch.