Copying my sheet over from the interest check as well. [hider=Jet Steen] Name: Jet Steen Age: 24 Pronouns: He/Him Trainer Type: N/A Hometown: Orre Region, Phenac City Appearance: [hider=Art By Annie on Zerochan] [img]https://static.zerochan.net/Simon.%28Tengen.Toppa.Gurren-Lagann%29.1024.370503.webp[/img] [/hider] [u][i][b]Art by Annie[/b][/i][/u] A male standing at around 5'11, lanky build paired with fair skin that looks as if it's moments away from sunburns if one were to spend longer then they should in beaming sun. The bushy hair resemblances a slate-black esc color more than anything else with hints of a dark blue bearing across the surface. While skinny, and 'underweight' looking, if one were to bore a closer look at Jet it might become obvious that hints layabout of lean muscle from his arms, to his legs, to even parts of his back. While not the physique of an athlete, it's clear it's one whom is no stranger to 'getting physical.' Under Jet's forehead rests a pair of heavy, dull, gray orbs people more often call eyes. Personality:Friendly, polite, yet distant, a friendliness that serves not only as a shield, a politeness that acts as a barrier keeping the unwanted out. However, deep down they are quite lukewarm, and slow to get rolling when the punches actually demand swiftness. All the while they keep whatever personal problems of theirs, or whatever ones they might be having to tangle with at the time all to themselves. Even if it means doing something crazy all on their own, however they often veer towards the path of least resistance rather than actually offering themselves a challenge, even if they are worse off for it. Even if many have said before they seem to be wasting away whatever talent they have for battles away. However more often, mist-veil memories failing to dry up, might tend to cause a lack of drive cropping up when it might be needed. Yet likely to be seen as 'that one guy' walking into a breakfast joint ordering a bowl of ice cream at eight in the morning, and a lover of sweets to boot as well. Yet...for whatever strange reason, if there is no one else to turn to? Jet would be willing to help a soul in need, no matter what. Even if peering eyes catch him in the act, even if judging whispers fall upon his actions, even if heavy hands claw at his shoulders. Yet...under all of it? A fear rests. A fear to face his old crew, a fear he might actually become the Viper King, a fear that he might hurt another person by accident once again. A crushing weight that bears his will to act down.. Through whatever jokes he might pose up, or however distant he might act. Jet is still a caring person. A double edge blade to drive right into his heart. History: Jet Steen, born in the far of region of Orre, worlds away from the buzzing gym circuits of Kanto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, and any others that might come to mind. A region plagued to the teeth with crime syndicates, many just thoughts these days, many more but budding branches on the trees that often form around Orre. Enter, Jet, a guy whom is no stranger to the ruffians Orre often offers, someone whom has dealt with the King, The Queen, and even the Jacks'n'Spades. Once a child who had lost his father early in his life, and his mother even earlier then that, he was but a stray who was taken in by the remains of his father's old crew "The Crimson Vipers." A series of events which would lead to years of the 'Junior Viper' being groomed to taken the rains as the 'heir' to become the new 'Viper King.' However; due in part to the known problems with Ore having little to known wild Pokemon, most of the handful he's ever gotten his hands on? Stolen, or Illegally imported via gang affairs, it was how he got his first ever partner Pokemon, a small bird Pokemon known as Pidgey. A small bird-like creature which had apparently been snagged from a small girl overseas all the way in Kanto. While restless, afraid, hateful, and even prone to lashing out at first. Somehow over the many years he had known the small bird, the two began to share a genuine bond. One that had pushed it's form during an essential moment. Pidgey, it had become a Pidgeotto, a valiant partner whom would follow Jet to the ends of the Earth. Yet... Yet. . .? Yet. It still had memories, it still missed her old trainer, even as the traces had dried up over the years. Even as Jet attempted to use gang connections to find something, anything, all leads led to the same dead end. However he was not yet stray from the Crimson Vipers, even if it was soon to come, even if the ticking of the clock could be heard by him, by the admins, by the interim leader leader. His Aunt, The Bloody Constellation Angelica, known for her Charizard that could 'paint the dull skies red' with it's flames alone. A name, a fearsome one, that had even spread somewhat outside Orre, a lady whom if seen in other regions by whatever gang might be around would raise concern by just being there. The final straw, or better yet, the breaking point was when Jet's best friend got caught in the middle of a fight with the Crimson Vipers, and a rival gang. He died. He died by getting caught with a stray from Jet's very own orders. He had done it, he had killed his best friend. . . Wrong place? Wrong time. . .? What did it matter, did it matter? Did it not. . .? It was all questions raised to Jet, some by himself, some by others. Yet, it all ended with him going stray, the Junior Viper King leaving the Crimson Vipers behind. Him leaving Orre altogether. He had wondered through Kanto, to the end of Johto. He was lost. He was stray. He wanted power. He wanted strength. He wanted. He needed to be strong. That's what led him to the Valkyrie league, seeking the simple strength to end not only the Crimson Vipers, but all of the gangs of Orre. Goals: To bring the end of crime in the Orre Region. [hider=Dear Friends...] Team: [hider=Falco] Name: Falco Species:Pidgeotto Gender:Female Ability:Keen Eye Personality: Friendly, caring, and all around motherly, a being you could consider a stalwart ally to get you through just about anything. From a villain of the month, to a world ending threat. Falco is someone who will always reain by her trainer's side, and fight any threat, even in what is a losing battle no matter what Stats: Endurance: D Power: A Speed: S Adaptability: C Potential: C [/hider] [hider=Sparky] Name:Sparky Species:Pichu Gender:Male Ability:Lightning Rod Personality: Hyper from the moment they crawled out of the egg given to Jet, often offering friendly, but shocking, nuzzles. A lover of contests of strength between itself, and other Pokemon. From normal battles, from races to contests of strengths, and always seeking the next challenge that combat has to offer. However, he often ends up picking fights he can't quite win, or often allows opponents chances to 'fight at their best' even if it makes things harder for himself. Stats: Endurance: C Power: C Speed: C Adaptability:D Potential:S [/hider] [/hider] [/hider]