[center][h1][color=DB7E07]Jason Connor[/color][/h1]

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Pokedex
Pokeball x10

Pokédollars: 1250p
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[center]Slayer[/center]
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Species: Ralts
Gender: ♂
Type: Psychic/Fairy
Personality: Jolly
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework
Level: 5
Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team
Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies.
Held Item:

[center]Rover[/center]
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Species: Pidgey
Gender: ♀
Type: Normal/Flying
Personality: Bold
Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Never flinches and never backs down from a confrontation. Unflappable.
Level: 4
Moves: Tackle, Sand Attack
Ability: Keen Eye [i]Opponent cannot lower this Pokémon’s accuracy. The Pokémon ignores evasion boosts of the opponent[/i]
Held Item:
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Jason looks from the old lady to the Riolu and smiles slightly, understanding her meaning before he approaches the Emanation Pokemon and kneels next to it. "I get that...I am actually not from around here, I grew up in Hoenn. I remember hearing odd news casts about what was going on here, but...I never paid them any mind, was too young to think about it, I guess." He looks at Riolu and offers a hand, his other hand where it could see it. "I do want to apologize for kicking off the battle so suddenly; I guess I was expecting you to already be ready since you'd challenged me like that. If you'll give me the chance, I want to make it up to you." Slayer came over and stood next to his trainer, a smile on the Ralts' face.

"Ral Ra Ralts." It was encouraging the Riolu to give Jason a chance, to start the healing process.