[CHAR] Pokémon: Feudal Legends

[AThousandCurses]

William Nelson

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Basic Details ► AGE 23 ► HEIGHT 5’8" / 172 cm ► WEIGHT 154 lbs / 69.8kg ► HAIR Black ► EYES Black ► CLASS Shonin

APPEARANCE William is often seen carrying around a wooden box strapped onto his back and several pouches on his belt. He’s often seen wearing his traveling attire which consists of leather boots, black pants, a white undershirt, and a coat with the Gold Clan’s insignia stitched onto it. He also wears black gloves and white socks. William is often seen with a frown and stern eyes, most of the time giving him a rather unfriendly presence. Though, he has many good luck charms attached to his box and wears a small egg-shaped pendant around his neck.

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_PERSONALITY

If one were to assume one’s appearance would reflect their personality, one would be wrong most of the time. Unfortunately, William does not fall into this category. Anything that a merchant would have is what William lacks. He’s generally blunt, impatient, and rude, which scares off most of his customers. It doesn’t particularly help that he’s ill-tempered and will become aggressive when he hits his limit.

William finds joy in creating, finding, and making new items. That’s practically the only business sense that William has. If there’s a possibility that he might gain something, whether it be a craft, item, or something he wants, then he’ll begrudgingly become patient for the duration of the time.

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_BIOGRAPHY

William was born into a cadet branch of the Gold Clan. As soon as he could read, he was forced into taking every possible course. Whether it be etiquette, swordsmanship, literature, or Pokemon Education, these courses gradually took their toll on William, and eventually, he snapped. This breakdown resulted in multiple broken items and a wound on his mother’s face.

As punishment, William was sent away to live with his uncle. His uncle was a craftsman, and rather than punish William, he taught him his craft, which was the equivalent of hell as he was a much rougher and louder instructor than William’s previous tutors. This treatment only made William’s temperament and personality worse in the long run. If anything was gained from this, it was William’s newfound interest in craftsmanship. He’s been living with his uncle learning different crafting techniques. The most recent was the PokeBall invention, in which William’s has been investing a lot of time in trying to figure out how to improve it.

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PARTNER POKEMON

Wynaut - Taeru

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Counter ► MOVE 2 Splash ► MOVE 3 Safeguard ► MOVE 4	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 2'15" / 88.9 cm ► WEIGHT 38.6 lbs / 17.5 kg ► MET AT Saffron City ► NATURE Lax ► FAVORITE FOOD Aprijuice

[DracoLunaris]

Sanzoku Shōkan

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Basic Details ► AGE 37 ► HEIGHT 6'7" / 200cm ► WEIGHT 242lbs / 110kg ► HAIR Chestnut ► EYES Chestnut ► CLASS Oni Senshi (Berserker)

APPEARANCE The first thing you will notice about Sanzoku is that she is tall. Very tall. To the extent that she is sometimes referred to as an Alpha lady as a joke, insult or compliment (depending on the deliverer). The second thing of note is her eye-patch, that covers a heavily scared and now useless eye. The other eye is still fine, a soft brown that matches her unkempt neck length hair. Her body is highly muscular, worn and crisscross with a few other, less noticeable, scars. She is most often seen wearing her armor, a combination of chain mail, chest plate and waistcoat like gambeson covered in green cloak with a fur lined hood. Strapped to her sides are a pouch of supplies and a pair of Kanabō, a heavy metal club used for breaking weapons and bodies, which has a sneaky flail function built into it.

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_PERSONALITY

Sanzoku is loud, boisterous and very friendly outside of battle, doing her best to spread cheer and laughter among her friends while also doting on her pokemon like a loving mother. She also gives great Ursaring hugs. In battle, the cheer doesn't go away, but it takes a darker edge as the woman jovially does battle with worthy foes, and is sympathetically apologetic as she crushes lesser ones.

Being an ex-bandit, she lacks much in the way of formal education, which she makes up for with worldly experience, having trekked from the western mountains all the way to the eastern sea during her travels in an age when many would never leave their village, let alone their local area.

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_BIOGRAPHY

Sanzoku Shōkan grew up in a bandit camp somewhere in the western mountains. It doesn't matter which one and it might not even exist any more, which is what the woman will say if asked, in order to separate her past life from her present one. Her parents died, or rather got themselves killed, in a raid when she was young, and so the girl was raised communally among the banditry, trained from a young age to fight, raid and pillage. As she grew up it turned out she had a real knack for combat, mainly thanks to being massive compared to most people. After years of preying on the weak however, the women grew tired, and instead turned to preying on the strong.

She left her bandit clan behind, though not before killing its strongest members who tried to stop her from leaving, and took up the life of a sell-sword, gradually traveling east to escape her past and leaving a trail of bodies, friend and foe, in her wake.

Up until recently, she was the leader of a moderately successful mercenary band (the Ekans’ Tongues) who made mint in the ongoing civil war, at least until the indiscriminate flames of war consumed them as well during a particularly bloody battle. The remainder of the band have broken up on poor terms, either retiring or joining other bands, leaving the bandit turned sell-sword as a one woman show once more.

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PARTNER POKEMON

Houndour

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Bite ► MOVE 2 Ember ► MOVE 3 Smog ► MOVE 4 Howl	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 2'00" / 60cm ► WEIGHT 23.8lbs / 10.8kg ► MET AT Just west of Saffron Village ► NATURE Bold ► FAVORITE FOOD Sweet Sausage Curry

[Fading Memory]

Lady Hanabi

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Basic Details ► AGE Twenty-Two ► HEIGHT 5'8" / 172.7cm ► WEIGHT 155 lbs / 70 kg ► HAIR Black ► EYES Hazel ► CLASS Samurai

APPEARANCE A woman whose appearance is that of manicure; not of pristine quality and exceptional attractiveness, but of care, training, dedication, and hygiene. Her hair is thick and kept tame in sensible styles, but its length and the action she lets guide her life can often create a hectic storm of the thick black strands when her braids and ties come loose. Her stature is only slightly above average, but her features bear the unique aquiline features of the Hanabi family. Her bearing is unmistakably that of a noble born; her posture is strong, her confidence is pervasive, and her eyes bear an educated and mirthful glow. Her physicality is well-rounded; agile, strong, dexterous, and tough. No stranger to hard training, physical discipline, and battle. She is someone whose piercing eyes observe much, and whose movements bear subtle, controlled, measures to test her surroundings. Someone at home at court, on the battlefield, in a Kimono, and in the heavy armor she customarily wears. She is a Samurai, and it shows.

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_PERSONALITY

A hand held outward
Leaves ever falling adrift
Sunlight blocked by clouds
-Considerations of the Future

Lady Hanabi Yasashi, Private Poetry

The foundational structure of Lady Hanabi's personality is conflict. Extreme conflict. Bound by Honor and Duty, but also by a Legacy now marred by failed rebellion and obligation to the peoples of Cinnabar Island, Lady Hanabi is someone perpetually upon a tightrope and constantly under scrutiny by the greater politics of the land. Her actions must be perfect lest they create further issue for her family name, and her imperial upbringing have made her an excellent diplomatic and political entity.

Summarily; she is charismatic, observant, cautious, and a natural leader. All the things a shogunate wants to cultivate, but keep on a leash. All the things her father was.

She is an artistic person at heart, and spiritual as well. Her swordplay, archery, spearwork, horsemanship, and courtly intrigues are all tinged by poetry and a dedication to strive for perfection. Her poetry itself is revealing of her personality in its quiet and subtle ways, and she will always make time to stop and make Poetry when able.

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_BIOGRAPHY

The Poetry of Lady Hanabi Yasashi

Betrayal strikes deeply
Flowers wilt among the thorns
Cleanse my soul, dear flame
-Considerations of the Past

A mask worn loosely
Mystery dwells deep within
All is dust and smoke
-Considerations of Father

Lady Hanabi Yasashi, Private Poetry

The moon rises over wilted plains, stamped down by unending tides; the grass runs red with the passions of a misguided youth.
-Observations of battle

A flash of color
upon wind's exuberance
Fades into memory
-Commentary on Hanabi

The painting fades to grey; all color is lost; each too engrossed with the self to realize the beauty of companionship.
-The Stirrings of War

Unyielding in wind
The mountain rises beyond
Aloof from howling
-Considerations of the Shogun

I harken to you!
A fleeting glance is bestowed
Yet it leaves the heart yearning

Lo! Let the heart weep!
For through its tears you shall grow
And blossom most truthfully
-Correspondence with a Suitor

Beasts tamed, checked, captured
Companions most bold are earned
The world shifts itself
Awaiting with bated breath
the coming of a new dawn
-Affirmations on Pokemon as Companions

A heavy lesson
Truth lies in the beholder
Let memory last
Let the sun rise forever
Let nothing obscure our sight
-Retort to rising tensions from Cinnabar Island

The wind races by
Gracing the earth with its touch
leaving happiness
-Acquirement of Ajairu

The Public Works of the Lady Hanabi Yasashi

The Short Backstory

A flame was struck. Rebellion. The island, Cinnabar, rising under the banner of the Hanabi clan; the flaming flower upon a bed of stars. The Lord, Hanabi Kenshin, was popular and fanatically followed by his supporters. His son, Hanabi Tomoya, was a rising duelist and newfound ace pokemon trainer. The peoples of Cinnabar had the aid of their neighboring clans- but it was not enough.

Clever battles, a tense betrayal, a last stand. Hanabi Kenshin fell. Hanabi Tomoya went into exile. Hanabi Yasashi, but a child, was left standing in her ancestral home atop the Volcano when the Shogunate forces made their move and captured her. The rebellion died that day, with the child-symbol of their leadership now a hostage of the Shogun. The lands were pacified, oppressed, and left to rebuild.

Rather than dismantle the Hanabi clan, however, the Shogunate decided to maintain it and keep the girl as a ward. Seeking to groom and educate her into a puppet Lord of the region. The Hanabi rebellion had only sparked the fervent heart of the Vermillion Prefecture; the Shogun was concerned with more uprisings following the martyr's example. Thus Hanabi Yasashi was kept alive; taught; trained; educated. She was indoctrinated into the life of Saffron Village.

Her only memory and symbol of home was the Ponyta permitted her by the shogun; the foal of her brother's own famous Rapidash. She named it Ajairu, childishly so, in reference to the immense speed the creature possessed.

She became a shining example of a Samurai. Defending the Shogunate's honor, handling herself with elegance and charm, pursuing the arts and seeking to master the self. Some at court secretly whispered foul names and suspicions, Imperial Dog, Traitor at Heart, Daughter of a Criminal, etcetera, but none dared challenge the respected warrior openly in the courts nor in the dueling ring. She had the favor of the Shogun, and a legacy as a burden.

To make matters worse, her brother had become a nuisance in the side of the Shogunate. The ace trainer and prodigious warrior of the Hanabi Clan was waging a bandit war against the Shogun and his supporters- but word of his death eventually spread through the land, bringing Hanabi Yasashi back into the focus of all.

She wrote a poem;

Fire fades at last
Let ashes lie where they may
Let Spring come again

Lady Hanabi Yasashi's Death Poem for her Brother

And with precious little time to truly mourn, the Shogun has now tasked her with what seems to be the impossible;

The land is at war, fractured and split. Lady Hanabi Yasashi, in the Shogun's name, unite the lands!

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THE SPARK ON THE PLAINS

Ponyta

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Tackle ► MOVE 2 Tail Whip ► MOVE 3 Agility ► MOVE 4 Flame Charge	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 4'3" / 130cm ► WEIGHT 78.2 lbs / 35.5 kg ► MET AT Cinnabar Island ► NATURE Timid ► FAVORITE FOOD Apples Ajairu is quite large for a Ponyta, and is notably quick as well. A fitting gift for a Samurai, and a fitting inheritance for a warrior-daughter.

[Double]

Caspian du Thane

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Basic Details ► AGE 27 ► HEIGHT 5'11" / 180cm ► WEIGHT 198lbs / 90 kg ► HAIR Chestnut ► EYES Amber ► CLASS Yojutshusa (Sorcerer) ► ELEMENT Ice	APPEARANCE Almost always wearing his signature "snow cloak", named so for its wintry white and blue colors. If he's not in any active engagement or conversation, he generally has his attention on a book, scroll or parchment. Sharp-eyed observers may also catch a glimpse of the white fur of his partner, a shy little Pokemon that tends to hide herself within his cloak.

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_PERSONALITY

He keeps himself polite and cordial as possible around strangers. The last thing he needs is to make a bad impression. For friends or acquaintances, he maintains a jokey and easy-going demeanor. Of course, that's all during quiet and peaceful times. If battle breaks out, his light demeanor freezes into the cold and calculating persona of a cunning tactician.

Beyond that, being a foreign stranger to these lands, Caspian has yet to learn all of its traditions and nuances. He understands the basics of the Clans and the conflicts between them. But as for the specific histories and cultures of them therein, he is still in the process of learning.

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_BIOGRAPHY

Caspian was originally born to a family of merchants in the faraway Kingdom of Kalos. They were members of a prestigious Merchant Guild that sought to acquire rare and exotic wares from foreign regions, which of course sold for a premium in their homeland of Kalos. On one particular excursion, Caspian's father managed to obtain a snow-white Pokemon Egg from a faraway Island Nation. Still just a young adult at this time, Caspian was tasked with taking care of the Egg until a buyer could be found. But the Egg hatched into a white Vulpix, one that Caspian grew increasingly attached to. Eventually, instead of selling the Pokemon, it instead became his partner and best friend.

That news wasn't exactly welcomed by his father. He'd traveled far and went to great lengths to obtain that Egg, so to him it seemed a waste to allow his son to keep it rather than selling it as was his original plan. But Caspian was becoming well learned in their ways, and appealed to his father's sense of business. He offered to do extra work in order to earn the funds to buy the Pokemon himself. Just as he calculated, the arrangement was accepted.

Now an adult, Caspian has learned some mysterious powers after having spent so much time around Vulpix. In the beginning, he was only able to produce gusts of icy wind akin to Vulpix's Powder Snow, but the more Caspian observed the more he learned. He has since even been able to recreate the attacks of other Pokemon by way of observing them from a distance. His eventual decision to travel to Kanto was fueled by two motivations. One was because he had heard tales of others using similar powers in this land. The other was so that he could seek out some exotic Kantonian wares he could send back home to his family's business.

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POKEMON PARTNER

Vulpix (Alolan)

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Powder Snow ► MOVE 2 Quick Attack ► MOVE 3 Disable ► MOVE 4 Draining Kiss	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 2'00" / 60cm ► WEIGHT 21.8lbs / 9.9kg ► MET AT Anistar Port (Du Thane Home) ► NATURE Timid ► FAVORITE FOOD Rawst Berries (among other cold/frozen treats)

[Scribe of Thoth]

All spectres are haunted by their own lack of trust - Kazeyoshi Rokuto

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Basic Details ► AGE 21 ► HEIGHT 5'7" / 170cm ► WEIGHT 145lbs / 66kg ► HAIR Brown ► EYES Blue ► CLASS Shinobi

APPEARANCE Kazeyoshi Rokuto is a lean, youthful boy that looks barely over the cusp of manhood, with the kind of unremarkable face that could fit in anywhere without drawing undue attention. This unimpressive appearance suits him just fine, of course, since the meek are far less noticed than the imposing and strong. His hair is usually a tousled mess of sandy brown, kept deliberately short so as to not impair visibility or allow an enemy a handhold in a close-quarters scuffle. Rokuto's attire is as varied as the false identities he wears, though he always keeps some variety of shortblade tucked into his obi, either at his hip or hidden in the small of his back under another layer of clothing. As such, he tends to favor baggy civilian wear to veil assorted ninja tools tucked into whatever cranny he can manage.

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_PERSONALITY

Rokuto is a spy through and through, wearing and discarding false identities as one might an outfit. Depending on the person he's talking to - and what he stands to gain from them - he might portray himself as an affable and subdued aristocrat in one conversation, then a ruffian so boisterous and aggressive that he redefines 'hiding in plain sight' in the next. He is whatever his mission demands of him in that moment; the only constant is that he's invariably a liar. His eyes never betray a true spark of life, and his emotional extremes feel hollow under close scrutiny. Nevertheless, he can be quite disarming. He plays himself just pathetic enough to be disregarded as a threat, just friendly enough to seem trustworthy, or just scatterbrained enough to seem stupid. Usually more than one at a time.

Beneath the disguises and subterfuge, Rokuto is none of these things. He's a callous and paranoid boy that lies for the sake of lying, drawing dry amusement out of seeing how far he can push people's trust with mostly harmless falsehoods. Even with those that know his true identity, Rokuto does everything in his power to ensure he's underestimated, that he has at least one trick up his sleeve that no one is prepared for. He's wary of anyone getting close to the 'real' Rokuto - which even he isn't entirely sure how to define - lest they manipulate him the way he manipulates everyone else, or worse; see through his facade should they end up as his target one day. As such, he's hesitant to engage with anyone when he's not donning a persona, and remains aloof and carefully neutral, if not outright standoffish when he doesn't have a mask to hide behind, even if he has to formulate one on the spot.

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_BIOGRAPHY

Rokuto was born to a clan of shinobi deep within the Viridian Forest. In name, the Kazeyoshi clan serves the Shogun, but in truth, their talents were mainly employed to advance the Viridian Clan's interests. In this, Rokuto's life was already decided - he would be a tool for his lord, not as an honorable warrior in the manner of the samurai, but as an unscrupulous weapon in the dark. From when he was old enough to properly hold a sword, Rokuto's family taught him the arts of espionage and assassination; everything from martial arts to the nuances of courtly etiquette to the banalities of commoner professions needed to make a persona believable.

By the time he was fifteen, he was already serving as a child spy on behalf of the Viridian Clan, disguised as a pitiful little orphan in the Gold Prefecture borderlands. By eighteen, he'd taken his first life on exfiltration from a sabotaged Vermillion supply camp. At twenty, he was deeply entrenched in a false flag operation to divert Indigo Clan soldiers from the southern front to deal with unprecedented bandit activity near the Plateau.

Unfortunately, Rokuto made a mistake; he got too into his role. He made a friend within the puppet gang of bandits - a friend he was lax around, comfortable even. The persona of war orphan-turned-bandit melded together with the real Kazeyoshi Rokuto until he genuinely grew to care for the unfortunate reprobates alongside him. He couldn't have known the young brigand he'd befriended was an undercover Indigo shinobi much like himself, sent to investigate the firebrand that the Viridian Clan had installed as the leader of the gang. Nevertheless, his identity was compromised and the enemy shinobi needed to be terminated to protect the operation. Rokuto couldn't bring himself to kill his friend, much to his shame, and the shinobi escaped with valuable intelligence on the bandits' puppet leader.

Rather than return to the Viridian Clan and possibly be ordered to hunt down his friend and correct his mistake, Rokuto turned to Saffron Village. The boy had found a flaw in his convictions and hardened himself to correct it, but for the first time, he wasn't sure where those convictions truly lied. His work gave him purpose - it was all he was raised to know - yet his loyalty had faultered over a rapport with someone that may not have even existed. So, Rokuto offered his services to the Shogunate, to witness whether the Shogun's cause would be any more agreeable to him than the Viridian Clan's peace promised under a mountain of corpses. The Kazeyoshi clan serves the Shogun, after all, and his masters would surely see the benefit of planting an agent for the Viridian Clan in Saffron. Though that doesn't stop him from looking over his shoulder for Viridian assassins who may have gotten the idea that he'd gone rogue.

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For thou art dust, and unto (poison) dust thou shalt return

VENONAT

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Psybeam ► MOVE 2 Poison Powder ► MOVE 3 Bug Bite ► MOVE 4 Disable	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 3'2" / 91cm ► WEIGHT 64lbs / 29kg ► MET AT Viridian Forest ► NATURE Calm ► FAVORITE FOOD Watmel Berries

[Silverstein]

Ronin of Calamity

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Basic Details ► AGE 24 ► HEIGHT 6'1 ► WEIGHT 201 lbs ► HAIR Black ► EYES Black ► CLASS Ronin	APPEARANCE Ryuji appears to be a bearded middle-aged man with a lean yet well tone muscled bod similar to a hard-working field worker. A vagrant that wanders the land disguised as a common farmer, concealing his Naginata as a really long fishing rod. He usually wears a sakkat along with his torn-out black haori with a draping red cape covering his former clan's crest.

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_PERSONALITY

Ryuji has an easygoing attitude and a slacker nature. He is carefree and seems to be lacking some seriousness. Not that he's irresponsible or oblivious on how the world works. It's just that he likes to play the fool and not fret about things. Underneath his devil-may-care persona, he can be analytical about his surroundings. A little sense of pessimism underneath his usual lax mood.

As a ronin living in exile, Ryuji develops a strong sense of self-preservation and learned to survive by any means necessary. Becoming an opportunist as he goes. He can be ruthless and selfish, yet somehow returns to his carefree nature.

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_BIOGRAPHY

A Ronin is never bound by contract nor a permanent place they can call home. It is a luxury they simply can't afford, like a beaten-up bird without a nest. Always flying, always finding ways to survive. This is no different from Ryuji's backstory.

Born on a full moon, An ominous white-furred pokemon with a single dark crescent horn appears in front of him as its audience. A sign, an omen, a superstition many believe to be a thousand years of bad luck.

It is prophesized by the local Spiritualists that this baby will bring calamity to their village as long as he breathes. The Shogun ignored this silly foretelling and decided to tolerate the boy for the sake of his Samurai parents who loyally serve him for many years.

For each passing day, Misery befalls upon the town as the prophecy became truer and truer as Ryuji grew up. People hated him for that and often be hostile against him and his family.

Nevertheless, despite the gloom and doom that surrounds the ill-fated kid, Ryuji is determined to become a samurai. He trained as hard as he can. He has mastered the art of wielding a spear and naturally become a skilled fighter at a very young age.

So much so, that he was talented enough to join a band of known samurais known as the "Brave Birds" who served a minor lord for many generations. They specialize in flying-type pokemon as their companion.

It is in their tradition, On their 12th birthday, a young aspiring samurai must go on a right of passage and capture a flying type pokemon as a test to prove themselves worthy of the clan. For some reason, Ryuji passes the test and manages to capture and become best of friends with a Murkrow.

As the years when by, Ryuji's "curse" grew stronger as he attracts darkness whenever he goes. He became a jinx to his fellow samurais and everyone around him. The Shogun has had enough of this and decided to exile the samurai, severing Ryuji's ties with them and his ancestral village, forever relieve of his duties to his lord.

Now the lone ronin wanders of the land of Kanto along with his mischievous crow perch on his shoulders, honing his skills in solitude and landing himself in Saffron village, hoping to get a bit of luck in his future journeys.

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Thief of joy

Murkrow

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Mean Look ► MOVE 2 Sucker Punch ► MOVE 3 Pursuit ► MOVE 4 Whirlwind	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 2'08 ► WEIGHT 4.6 lbs. ► MET AT Golden Rod Village ► NATURE Adamant ► FAVORITE FOOD Ganlon Berries

[Bartimaeus]

Kurayami Kondō

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Basic Details ► AGE 29 ► HEIGHT 6'02" / 189cm ► WEIGHT 190lbs~ / 86kg~ ► HAIR Black ► EYES Yellow-Gold ► CLASS Ronin

APPEARANCE Kurayami is, seemingly, a rather unassuming man. He is tall, though not remarkably so, but does admittedly possess a physique usually reserved for those who tend to the fields of battle or agriculture. He would have a somewhat forgettable face, if not for the couple of scars that mar its left side - though luckily for him, they seem to have healed well and are for the most-part faded. His regular, black hair highlights the aspen-gold tone of his eyes, which are usually rather watchful upon an otherwise neutral face. Kurayami, though he does seem to try and hold himself with some measure of respect, has a rather mellow stature to him - and the most observant individuals might notice a weight to his shoulders that is seemingly ever-present. When it comes to his wardrobe, Kurayami much values function over form. Luckily for him, his paler skin and the unique tone of his eyes make fashion a breeze with darker clothing - not that he would ever admit caring. He usually wears a sort of tame, armor-like Kamishimo, as well as a few scattered pieces of other armor. He's reluctant to travel, or go anywhere really, without wearing some form of protection, clothing or otherwise. Wherever one sees Kurayami, they see the personal weapons he carries on him. Alongside the Wakizashi he wears on his left hip, the young man also carries a Tinbe and an old, odd-looking sword with a hook. The final facet that may distinguish Kurayami from a crowd is his occasional limp.

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_PERSONALITY

Most who've met Kurayami would probably call his personality somewhat subdued. He's not outgoing, but doesn't seem timid either, or particularly prickly. He makes a quiet point of keeping those around him at arm's length - literally and otherwise.
It has, understandably, been the mistake of a few to think that such an understated air meant the man would be pliant to their wishes - but Kurayami is far from pliable. When need be, he can be quite a forceful individual. He can show great sternness when needed, and when brought to action seems more competent than his muted bearing lets on.

In truth, Kurayami is himself an adventurous, fun-loving, sometimes even jovial, individual - but it has been some time since he has truly embraced how he used to be. Hints of such personal verities are hard to draw out of him, and have been forsaken from his personality for a time now.

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_BIOGRAPHY

Bio

Growing up was a lot different than what Kurayami's life is now.

He was born the son of a respected Samurai of Shogun Fuji's court known by the name of Junichirō Kondō. Being born to such status is something many would kill for - and much to the joy of the Kondō family, it seemed their blood was strong within little Kurayami. From a very young age he showed promise and a strong disposition towards the way of their occupational familial ties. It was quickly that the young boy grasped the lessons taught to him by his father and the many tutors afforded them by their station.

The boy grew fast. There were some bumps along the way, but the Kondō family couldn't be more happy with the overall progress their son had come to achieve. It wasn't until Kurayami's mid-teen years that they hit their first real roadblock. The young boy collapsed in pain during training, prompting his father to stoop to his aid quickly. Young Kurayami was just that - young - but the secret he had been hiding for weeks was something even he knew he wouldn't be able to keep to himself forever, even though he knew that such a thing would strip him of any hope of becoming a Samurai in the Shogun's court. He reluctantly told his father. For weeks he had been hiding severe shooting pains in the muscles of his left leg - but there was no explanation he could find for it.

After a few agonizingly long days waiting for one of Junichirō's trusted physicians to analyze the problem, it was ultimately decided that the issue was genetic, and there was no way to cure it. Junichirō himself was devastated, but Kurayami pleaded with him hour after hour to let him become a samurai anyways. He would persevere - he could ignore it. Eventually Junichirō allowed it, although skeptical as he was. They would keep it secret.

From then on, more of young Kurayami's lessons were in private - but he didn't let his condition deter him. He had never wanted anything more - every fiber of his being was determined to become a samurai.

As his adolescent training began to come to an end, Junichirō started to insert his son into even more traditional ceremonies - one of the more important ones being Miai. Young Kurayami was only moderately interested in this specific process, but wasn't a heartbreaker - he would entertain the idea but never coldly turn anyone down. The process was going a bit too slowly for Junichirō's tastes - but that worry was soon halted when one woman he introduced, Sakura Yamazaki, stole Kurayami's attention entirely. She was a stubborn woman, seeming less interested in the process than even him, but something about her just pulled him in.

It took weeks for Kurayami to pry past the edged exterior the woman made him face, but eventually he did - and their love soared - much to Junichirō's happiness. The lovebirds grew to be the closest you'd ever seen, and their relationship and love came to be revered and used as an example amongst the court.

However, there was still more responsibilities for the now-young-man Kurayami. It was difficult for his father to pry him away from his love to continue his training and duties. The young man even managed to sometimes sneak out of his training to accompany Sakura in her own duties, which she would abandon for him in turn. Their commitment to each other seemed to overshadow everything around them - they were in their own little bubble.

With Sakura by his side, time went by quickly for Kurayami - it wasn't much longer before the fact he had finally become a samurai was sprung upon him seemingly out of nowhere. He was pulled away from his love and was finally thrust into his true duty - serving as an active samurai under Shogun Fuji.

And serve he did. For over a year Kurayami served under the Shogun - and quite a samurai he was. Despite the longing he felt for his bride, he somehow managed to use it as a fuel to power past the disruptiveness of the condition that he still hid to this day. Despite having a few self-imposed rough patches in his training, his blood was a brew for battle, and he made his family proud. Kurayami, however, found himself no longer caring about that. His duty made him miserable if it kept him away from what he truly wanted - and eventually he decided to act on it.

He deserted. After just over a dozen-and-a-half months of serving as a samurai, Kurayami deserted his post.
He returned to Sakura and they stole each other away. They fled south of Saffron Village, where they had grown up, and made a small, secluded home for themselves with what wealth they had stolen away. The home they'd made for themselves was quaint - unlike what they were used to - but even if it had been a hovel they wouldn't have cared. They were there for each other.

And there they stayed for years. Kurayami, although it was a learning process, eventually managed to set up a bit of a homestead and worked the land modestly, raising a few livestock Pokémon to supply for them and their soon-to-be-born child.

It was peaceful.

At some point along the way, the former samurai caught word of one of the many bouts of infighting amongst the clans that resulted in the death of his father. It.. was a hard blow. Part of him broke down when he heard it. His father had been so kind to him. Part of him wondered if.. if he had been there..
He slapped himself out of the thought.

He returned home after hearing the news and told his wife of his plan to visit the funeral in secret. Fortunately the whole plan worked out smoothly. There was a small hiccup when Kurayami tried stealing his father's wakizashi, but in the end it worked out, and he got to keep a solidified memory of his dad. That night he had a mourning drink - or a few - in the closest bar he could find, and afterwards made the oh-so-safe trek back to their homestead. He didn't make it even a couple steps past the front door before he passed out.

He woke only an hour or so later, it seemed, to the sound of a blood-curdling scream. He was sobered immediately. He stood wobblily, the buzz distracting from the pain in his leg as he drew his father's wakizashi with more fluidity than one would expect from a drunk man. He shouted for his wife, stumbling through the home to their bedroom, where he smashed through the door unceremoniously. The sight before him made the blood in his veins turn to ice. A dark figure dropped out of the window just as he entered, and another figure laid completely still on the floor at the foot of their bed.

Kurayami dropped the sword and fell to his knees, his hands shaking as he grabbed the still shape of Sakura. He pled with himself to somehow fix her, his pleading leading into hysterics as he just stared at his dead wife, repeatedly checking her bloodflow and breathing despite it obviously being too late. His eyes burned as his tears fell onto what was once such a bright light in his life. His frantic eyes twitched up from her and to a shape that caught his eye nearby against the corner. His trembling hands left the still-warm skin of his beloved. He hurriedly stumbled, tripping over his own feet to reach the other shape. Another shadow peeled away from the corner nearby and lunged at him in defense of the smaller one before it suddenly stopped itself -- Hisa, the Doduo with which he served the Shogunate alongside, covered in blood from a gash across its chest.

Kurayami ignored it and crawl in desperation towards the shape swathed in small, thin blankets. He couldn't hold back the flow of tears as he realized his child was not screaming.

He collapsed, letting the overwhelming sorrow overtake him. Hisa tried to nudge him with her beaks, despite her own wounds, but he reached up and shoved her away, throwing himself up, ignoring the pain in his leg as he stomped over to the window. He screamed into the darkness in complete unbridled rage, throwing every obscenity that he knew as the tears streamed down his face. He smashed his fist into the wall at each word, bloodying it. Eventually, he ran out of words, and he let himself fall to the floor.

Why.. who.. would do this..? Was I followed home? Was it a rival clan? Did the Shogunate find me?

He had so many unanswered questions tearing through his brain - all plastered onto the pale afterimage of his wife's blood-spattered face. He didn't know whether to let the sorrow take him or the rage. All he could do was weep. Hisa tried to comfort him once again, scooching over and lowering her beaks. She recoiled when he raised a trembling hand, but allowed him to take her into a weak hug.

I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry..

It was there that he wept until he passed out.

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It's now been almost a year since then. His life has changed...immeasurably. He found nowhere to turn after the death of his wife and child, and ended up wandering back towards Saffron Village after all the years away. He makes his dues through various tasks and quests usually well under his true station - but work isn't too scarce for a skilled Ronin. He doesn't truly know what he's doing, but feels.. some form of obligation to both his late father and late wife to do better than.. whatever it was he was doing when they were still around. The underlying guilt drawn from the death of his father pushes him to hold interest in the welfare of the clans and the Shogunate, and the knowledge that his wife was always proud of his prowess as a respected samurai leads him to want to act on it - in spite of how hard that would currently be.

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PARTNER POKEMON

Doduo

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Drill Peck ► MOVE 2 Aerial Ace ► MOVE 3 Steel Wing ► MOVE 4 Mimic	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 4'06" / 140cm ► WEIGHT 86lbs / 39kg ► MET AT Saffron Village ► NATURE Adamant ► FAVORITE FOOD Curry / Seafood

[AdmrlStalfos19]

Shaakira el-Akbari

"Oh no! This isn't Ekans oil; I can assure you it works! Please, just try it!"

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Human Information

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_Name:

Shaakira el-Akbari

_Gender:

Female

_Age:

14

_Class:

Shonin (Merchant)

_{Unique Moves:}

• Aromatherapy: Shaakira sprays around one of her many perfumes, releasing a soothing scent that heals sickness from everyone around her, Pokemon and human alike.
• Clear Smog: Shaakira grabs a whole bunch of perfumes from her caravan and smashes them on the ground in front of her. The mixture of scents will then theoretically overwhelm any assailants, buying Shaakira and Akeeta time to escape with their lives.
• Life Dew: Shaakira uses a special perfume that is more potent than the others she has on hand; so much so that it's able to rejuvenate the strength of anyone that catches a whiff, allowing them to keep fighting.

_Appearance:

Shaakira is somewhat small for her age, only standing at 157cm (5' 2"), and weighing in at 46kg (101lbs). She's not very well-endowed, sporting a somewhat meager BWH ratio of 15-15-17 if measured in inches and 38-38-43 if measured in centimeters, although to be fair, she's still young. What makes Shaakira stand out from a crowd, however, is the sheer amount of jewelry she wears on her person. In addition to her aqua-colored crop top, a long white skirt that reaches her ankles and brown sandals, Shaakira has a turquoise jewel hanging from a navel piercing, rings on both her index and middle fingers, several bracelets around both wrists, a pair of turquoise teardrop-shaped earrings, and a large beaded necklace to go with a somewhat simpler one in comparison. All that jewelry makes Shaakira really stand out, and gives off a façade that she's significantly wealthier than she really is.

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_Personality:

As a shonin or merchant, it's Shaakira's job to befriend customers and sell her wares to them, and she's good at it. She's bright, cheerful and always engaging most any new face she comes across. A lot of that comes down to youthful optimism, as Shaakira's always looking for the next customer to procure, the next market to discover, the next adventure to go on or even the next Pokemon to befriend. All in all, Shaakira looks towards towards the future as opposed to staying within the moment or dwelling on the past.

However, she's still aware of the dangers that may lie ahead of her. Most notably, as she had been been targeted by burglars multiple times before, Shaakira has learned to watch for shady characters and keep an eye on them. Another thing Shaakira doesn't like is Pokeballs. She considers them to be evil inventions judging from how they're meant to work, and if she sees one being at a Pokemon, she'll try to catch it, kick it away or even jump in front of it and use her body to intercept her path. So how did she come into contact with Akeeta, her Parasect, one may ask? The old-fashioned way, of course. She befriended it and asked it to come with her on her adventures, and it obliged of its own volition. That's how it should be, as far as Shaakira is concerned.

Shaakira stands by her beliefs as much as she can, but the one thing she values more than that is her life. She will often hide behind Akeeta should her caravan come under attack, and immediately look for an escape route. Failing that, she'll try to reason with the attacker and calm them down, hopefully before they inflict too much damage to Akeeta or kill it. Shaakira could never bare to lose Akeeta, and won't hesitate to abandon everything if it means keeping it and herself safe from harm.

_Biography:

Dahara Village was a small, recently founded settlement in a desert adjoining the Kalos Region, and it was here that Shaakira el-Akbari was born. Life was rather dull in the developing settlement of Dahara Village so, once she was old enough to travel, Shaakira got out of the desert and began to explore the rest of Kalos Region. And then she got on a ship that was bound for Kanto. It was a journey to behold for young adventurer Shaakira... but unfortunately, it almost proved to be short-lived.

Apparently Shaakira was meant to pay coin before she could board the ship in question, whereas what she actually did was manage to sneak onboard while the others were queueing up. The ship had already set sail by the time Shaakira was discovered by crew members, who she was quick to run away from. Shaakira found herself stowing away in an old man's cabin the rest of the way to Kanto, and found herself having to listen to the old man's tale the whole way through. It turned out the old man was a merchant who knew a thing or two on alchemy. His tips would serve Shaakira quite handily later on in life.

Sure enough, the ship came to port at the Vermillion Settlement, and Shaakira, although she got told off by the crew members that had originally discovered her presence, was eventually allowed to disembark and get on with her self-made sightseeing tour. From there, she went to the Viridian Settlement, and then found herself exploring Viridian Forest. It was here that she first found Akeeta. It was originally a Paras when she brought it with her, but somewhere along the way it evolved, all the while continuing to bond with Shaakira. After one last gathering of supplies, Shaakira left the Viridian Settlement, beginning her journey towards Saffron Village.

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Pokemon Information

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_Nickname:

Akeeta

_Species:

Parasect

_Height:

119cm (3' 11")

_Weight:

35kg (77lbs)

_{Met At:}

Viridian Forest

_Nature:

Adamant

_{Favorite Food:}

Occa Berries

_Moves:

• Leech Life
• Dig
• Metal Claw
• Spore

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Miscellaneous Information

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_{Main Theme Song:}

Sinead, by Within Temptation

_{Battle Theme Song:}

Tales of Symphonia OST: Fatalize

_{Ideal Voice Actresses:}

Cassandra Morris (En)/Yuka Terasaki (Jp)

[LostDestiny]

Himaru Tamaki

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Basic Details ► AGE 26 ► HEIGHT 5'4" / 164cm ► WEIGHT 110 lbs / 49.9kg ► HAIR White ► EYES Yellow ► CLASS Yamabushi (Spiritualist-Connected to Giratina)	APPEARANCE Often seen in varying types of baggy black and white clothing. Himaru generally keeps a sort of androgenous appearance choosing to not wear anything that would make her to feminie or masculine. If ever seen in tighter clothing she is very slim.

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_PERSONALITY

Despite her bland appearance Himaru is a jovial individual. She enjoys meeting new people and pokemon alike. Though generally soft spoken she is not, by any means, a shy person, nor is she a pushover. She can also be quite stubborn, once she has decided something it is hard to change her mind. This makes first impressions very important to her as once she views someone as rude or untrustworthy it takes a lot to change her opinion. She generally lacks tact, described as brutally honest, or honest to a fault she will tell you exactly what she thinks when asked. She does manage to keep her thoughts to herself unless directly asked.

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_BIOGRAPHY

Himaru was born in Saffron Village, her mother was also a “Spiritualist” though she was mostly known as the fortune teller. Himaru was taught the art of fortune telling by her mother though she never really took much interest in it. Instead, from an early age she displayed a strange ability to communicate with spirits. The main way this was displayed was through her ability to calm her mother’s partner pokemon, at the time just a ghastly, when it was getting especially mischievous.

Himaru traveled with the mother around the land until eventually her mother grew ill and was no longer able to travel. They settled back in Saffron Village when this happened and her mother maintained her fortune telling business until she finally passed away. Leaving Himaru and the newly evolved Haunter alone.

Her mother’s death was about 5 years ago and since then Himaru and Haunter, who she eventually nicknamed Zen, have since attempted to abandoned the likes of fortune telling and have taken to quelling the local spirits and ghost type pokemon alike. She and her partner traveled to the various villages and settlements but with the tension recently it has made it harder and harder to travel from place to place. So she has stationed herself in Saffron Village, unfortunately opening up the old fortune teller’s stall in order to make ends meet but still spending her time communing with the spirits as well as training her Haunter.

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PARTNER POKEMON

Haunter

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KNOWN MOVES ► MOVE 1 Mean Look ► MOVE 2 Shadow Punch ► MOVE 3 Lick ► MOVE 4 Confuse Ray	BASIC DETAILS ► HEIGHT 5'0" / 152.4cm ► WEIGHT 0.2 lbs / 0.1kg ► MET AT Saffron Village ► NATURE Modest ► FAVORITE FOOD Colbur Berry/ Curry