Marlowe

Seeking a long-term, serious 1x1 partner for RP - Worldbuilding, Plotting, OOC, Romantasy, Slow-burn, Adult Intimacy - FILLED/CLOSED

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Pokémon: Ascendancy

MENTIONS: everyone

Rain started to pitter-patter upon the windows as things were just getting spicy. The empty space at the bar where Ryker would usually sit just seemed to make everyone antsy. Beryl sipped at the remnants of her whiskey as Fiona and Leander became engaged with one another. A battle was potentially brewing, and of course, Vivi wanted to watch. Hestia definitely did. Both of the younger girls had turned their attention towards the prospect of any action other than choice words and the upkeep of appearances. Beryl sighed, sending a sympathizing glance at Charles. Just how did he stay so calm when a bunch of young, hot-blooded trainers– many vying for the top spot of Champion of Galar– were so keen on breaking out into battle within the bar’s vicinity? She’d had to help put everyone in place if the fools started to drunkenly throw their Pokemon at one another.

“Oh, hey, Mr. I’m-so-broke-I-can’t-even-afford-a-taxi is finally here,” Hestia’s jarring cackle had broken the very brief lull in conversation among the leaders. “By Arceus, Briar. You should really get your head out of your own ass and invest in a Flying-type. Or are you waiting for a damn Articuno to fly by and sit on your head?”

Beryl blinked, choosing to ignore what Hestia spouted from her limoncello-drowned tongue and instead turning her attention to the man who had just strode into the bar with the nonchalance of a brumating Torterra. Briar’s arrival before Ryker’s was a concern– if not, a miracle– to be seen. She had partially expected for the man to show up to the bar the night after their celebration, but here he was in the flesh. Chuckling at Niall’s bewilderment, Beryl placed her glass back down upon the smooth wood of the bar and tapped on the edge of the cup. “Another, Charles. Oh, and Niall, you owe me twenty-thousand PokeDollars.” She gave the boy a sly grin. “Something told me that Briar would one-up Ryker this time around. Man can’t always be the last one to get here.”

The late spring drizzle became a heavy downpour as Beryl mulled over her second glass. Her curiosity slowly morphed into concern, and she was half-tempted to ring up the Champion and ask if he was on his way. She wondered why no one had bothered to text Ryker as of yet; there were some of their number, such as herself, that were hesitant to reach out and pester an already busy man, but what of the others? Maybe they were too caught up with their trading of words that time had slipped away from them. But the longer that Ryker took to get there, the longer she would have to stay– and the longer she stayed meant that she would have less time to read before bed. She supposed that she could forgo finding out whatever happened to poor Fortunato in the latest chapter of her novella. Pity.

“Another, please, Charles.”

It was half past eleven when the door swung open. Beryl,who was half-way into her fourth whisky, turned from her conversation with Niall about her current research to face the sopping mess that was Ryker. The man’s black jacket was drenched and his white hair, usually stark white and fluffy, was slick wet with rainwater as he stood near the door and stomped his feet upon the rug. Though he was soaked to the bone, the young lad’s easy-going smile persisted as he hung the sopping jacket upon the coat rack before turning to join the others. He had chosen his regular seat right next to Fiona, reaching forward to give her a pat on the shoulder before glancing up towards the rest.

”Apologies, everyone. Arrows and I were caught up in that nasty storm and had to round the cell to avoid the rest of it.” His eyes widened slightly at Briar’s appearance. ”Jeez. I’m really that late, aren’t I?”

“Damn, you couldn’t even buy an umbrella?” Hestia grumbled from around her fifth-or-something drink. Her glossy eyes slipped towards the puddle forming on the floor below Ryker. “Charles’ gonna be pissed, moppin’ up after your mess.”

“Can’t use one of those on Corviknight-back, I’m afraid,” Ryker said, turning away to call over Charles. “Hard night’s work, Charles? Get me a rum-and-pop, if you could. I assume that Hyacinth hasn’t shown his face around here.”

Pokémon: Ascendancy

MENTIONS: everyone

A limoncello lemon drop sounded pretty damn good right now. Hestia allowed herself to smile as Charles presented the drink to her, eagerly lifting the glass to her lips. Just as the sweet liquid hit her lips, her brief moment of respite was ruthlessly shattered as a heavy palm smacked against her back. The force of the blow had caught her so off guard that the liquid nearly splashed over her face. For a moment, she didn’t move, but it was quite obvious that the rosy-haired gym leader’s demeanor had soured in the other woman’s presence. How had she not heard the door open?

“Fiona,” Hestia muttered, voice dripping with poison. “You almost made me spill my Arceus-damned drink.”

Damn, she was loud. Sure, Hestia was too– not only did it suit her persona as a Fire-type gym leader, but she had always been rather boisterous even when she was little. But now that Fiona had shown her face so soon after the opening ceremony, with a grating voice that nearly made her want to drink at least fifteen more of those limoncellos… hell. She wasn’t going to drive Charles crazy tonight. The last time she had too much to drink, Ryker himself had dragged her out of the bar and dumped her on the curb. Ultimately, Hestia relented in Fiona’s presence, and she sighed as she tossed back the rest of the limoncello.

Everyone else filtered in, one by one, save for Briar who almost always seemed to be late. Luca and Vivi wandered in, bickering about the former’s little sister. The sight of Vivi finally caused Hestia to lower her hackles a little bit, but Leander’s presence earned him a glare in his direction. Hestia liked the man; he was admirable and someone to look up to, especially among the younger trainers, but there was something about him that she couldn’t stand. Finally came Niall with a white lab coat much like Beryl’s and the usual donning of his easy-going smile. That made nearly everyone, save for the aforementioned Ice-type gym leader. And Ryker, of course.

Beryl was too busy nursing her glass of whiskey to give Niall, but she raised a hand to wave the younger leader off for the time being. After relishing in her liquor’s nutty undertones, she gave him a grumble of disagreement. “I wore this before it was cool, Niall. Who’s copying who?” she sighed before tilting her head in his direction. Her eyes glimmered over the ridge of her glasses. “Ryker always takes his time getting here. It’s like he wants us to wait on him. Guy thinks he’s real funny.”

Hestia pouted in disappointment. “Sure hope he isn’t as late as last time. By the time he got here, I could hardly stand straight…”

“Oh, trust me,” the corner of Beryl’s lip twisted upward, “after what you pulled last time, I don’t think he’ll be that late ever again.”

Pokémon: Ascendancy

MENTIONS: everyone

Night fell upon Hulbury like a black curtain. Street lights flickered and wavered under the new moon, flooding the city’s streets with a dull buzz. Children were ushered inside homes by tired parents and business people yawned as they completed their journey home. The end of the day might have driven others into their beds in preparation for the next day– but as with every year, their lot could not forgo the celebration scheduled after the opening ceremony in Wyndon. Chairman Hyacinth would have their skins if they didn’t spend time with one another outside of interacting as merely coworkers. Said types of relationships wouldn’t do well for the public eye.

Though exhaustion and apprehension ran rampant through her body, Hestia wanted to make sure she was one of the first to make it to Hulbury. Hailing a taxi was a simple task, but the ride would take far too long. Cinder would get her there faster. Flying on the back of her very own Pokemon was much better than having to deal with taxis and Corviknights who were too tired from a long day’s work. And thus, the rosy-haired woman mounted her Charizard and took off to the south. While the wind had torn her neatly tied bun from the confines of the ruby-jeweled claw and had reddened her face with the chill of the dying spring, Hestia had made it to Hulbury with much time to spare. From what she could see, there were still no signs of people gathering to peer into Charles’ gym for a potential glimpse at their jovial gathering.

Cinder rumbled, appeased as she was called back to her Pokeball. Hestia straightened out her clothing, haphazardly redid her hair, and stepped through the main entrance of the Hulbury Gym. Though this was her second year participating in such a gathering, it still impressed her to see how quickly the older gym leader could prepare the gym itself for anyone who wished to drink at his bar. But the warmth and smell of the woodwork made any of her pointed questions evaporate as she stepped inside, her terse shoulders sagging in relaxation as she provided Charles a cheery salute.

“Told you I’d be the first one–” Her eyes flicked to another figure at the bar– a dark brunette woman clad in a pure white researcher's coat that she had seen not even a half-hour before. Already nursing a glass of amber whiskey, Beryl glanced over her shoulder at Hestia with tired eyes. “When did you get here?”

“About ten minutes ago,” Beryl murmured as she swished the liquid in the cup. “Had a taxi set up for me by the time I got out of the stadium. Gonna have to try a little harder next time.”

Hestia cocked her head over at the bespectacled woman as she choked down the scowl that threatened to spread over her lips. She had been beaten to the Cliffside last year as well– by five minutes, exactly. Now she was ten minutes behind? So much for showing off. Poor Cinder really went all out, too. Her shoulders slacked further as she sighed and trudged over to a seat near the center of the bar as well, making sure to give Beryl enough space as she slouched over the wooden surface. Another dramatic sigh spilled from her lips.

“Gimme something sweet, Charles. Any news on when Ryker is showing his sorry ass?”

Pokémon: Ascendancy

Dr. Beryl Chambers

"Many have attempted to move mountains, only to fail. You will be no different."

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MAIN PROFILE

Name:
Dr. Beryl Chambers

Age:
29

Gender:
Female

Birthplace:
Stow-on-Side

Appearance Information:
Beryl is a simple woman with a simple style. Her dark brown hair, naturally streaked by honey-blonde locks, is constantly pulled into a messy bun. Her freckled skin boasts a farmer's tan from many days spent under the sun slaving away at dig sites; surprisingly, she is still prone to sunburn. She is almost never seen without her round-framed glasses due to the fact that she is blind without them, and no-- she will not swap them out for contacts. She keeps a small yet simple wardrobe: dark tank-tops and shorts for the summer, and turtlenecks and slacks for the winter. All of her outfits are accentuated by her white lab coat, which she is quite proud of.

Personality:
A bit bland and dry at times, Beryl is the type of woman that focuses a bit too much on her research. There have been times where she has spent days hunched over a desk pouring over books or samples all while surviving on pots and pots of coffee and tea with copious amounts of rock candy. Her obsession with her work has led her to become a bit of a recluse, only ever leaving her home or lab in order to attend social gatherings led by Ryker or Hyacinth or carry out her job as a gym leader. This has led some people to believe her to be an antisocial, curt, and bitter woman that has been slighted by life and would rather wallow in her loneliness than entertain others.

Those closest to her know that these assumptions could be no further from the truth. Beryl is quite the warm and homely woman who boasts a fiery passion for her studies. Some have told stories of "being held hostage" at Beryl's home as she fed them hearty meals and rambled on about differently colored rocks and fossils until late at night. Though she surprisingly bears incredible amount of patience, it takes a while for one to earn Beryl's trust; she much rather place her confidence in her own Pokemon or assistants than someone like Ryker or Hyacinth.

Short Biography:
Beryl was born the first and only child of a pair of lowly miners within Stow-on-Side. Her childhood was mostly spent in poverty, which in turn caused the other children of the town to shun and bully her for her family's economic standing. She often cried when she was dropped off at school and threw tantrums when disciplined for her poor behavior-- of course, this led her to be further ostracized from her peers, and she ultimately dropped out of primary school in favor of home-schooling. Her father eventually scrounged together enough savings to hire a teacher to provide Beryl with a proper education. Being taught at home provided Beryl with the opportunity to learn things at her own pace alongside ample free time, which she spent collecting rocks and shiny things, such as precious minerals and fossils. After finding success in the home-school program, her parents found that it took little for their only daughter to blossom into a fine young girl, but her timidness would persist even after completing her required courses. That was no matter, for by the time that Beryl was 17, she boasted many friends in the form of Rock and Ground Pokemon.

It was little wonder that, when it came time for Beryl to decide what she wanted to do with her life, she decided to partake in the region's Gym Challenge. Her father was the one that provided her with her first Pokemon for her journey-- a tiny Tyrunt with a chip on its shoulder. Together, they traveled through Galar, gathering allies and friends, but also forming fiery rivalries with other trainers. Unfortunately, and like many trainers, Beryl was simply not skilled enough to persist on the path of victory. In the face of defeat, she ultimately decided that she was not talented enough to finish the challenge, much less become Champion of the region. Instead of training further, she dropped out of the competition and enrolled herself in university so that she could earn a degree in paleontology.

Schooling came easier to Beryl this time around, though she still found it difficult to make friends. More often than not, she studied and completed research in the presence of her Pokemon, whose simple existence provided her enough motivation to continue past the first four years of university. She earned her doctorate earlier than most people expected her to; she completed her thesis at 25 and was granted her diploma at 26. Having completed multiple internships during her time as a student, she was quickly recruited to be a junior researcher at the Wyndon Institute. Work as an actual paleontologist came easy to her, and thanks to her connections from university and her reputable knowledge in her field, she became a fossil preparator by the end of the year. Such success was short-lived, however; her passion for her subject led her to become bitter about the way fossils were reformed into living Pokemon. She deemed the recently revived Dracovish, Arctovish, Dracozolt, and Arctozolt abominations and proclaimed that they be pulled from public eye, much to the ire of her team and supervisors. Beryl was the heart of the discontent within her squadron, and, after many weeks of arguments, she was promptly demoted to junior researcher-- which did not earn her enough pay to survive in Wyndon. Against what everyone at the institute told her, Beryl quit her job in a fit of rage and moved back home with her parents.

But Beryl could not resist the call for adventure very long. At 27, Beryl's temperament mirrored Skarn's, who had grown into a ferocious Tyrantrum. Together, along with the rest of her team, Beryl plowed through the gyms and completed the Gym Challenge, causing an uproar among the elite of Galar due to the fact that Beryl had no sponsor. Her victory was cut short at helm of the challenge itself-- at the feet of Ryker himself. Though, this defeat was not as bitter as Beryl feared; impressed by her sheer determination and resilience, Ryker and the aging Bug-type gym leader discussed the latter's retirement and reached a quick agreement on the very field of the championship battle. Beryl was made to take her place as leader.

Beryl did not expect these developments and, at first, rejected the offer. Ryker, however, countered her arguments, stating that her calling was to pave the way for younger generations of trainers. With the young Champion refusing to budge from his stance, Beryl begrudgingly agreed to take up the helm of the Rock-type leader of the League, though on the condition that she be allowed to pursue her own research at the newly opened research facility at Hammerlocke. Thankfully, Ryker agreed.

Likes:
- Hard candies, specifically rock candy
- Hiking
- Bird Pokemon
- Fantasy and spicy romance novels
- Dusty roads
- Being alone
- Realists

Dislikes:
- Crowds
- Social events
- Poetry
- Spending money
- Children

Quirks:
- Beryl licks and bites rocks due to the fact that she believes that their taste is tantamount to their quality and rarity.

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LEAGUE PROFILE

Type Specialty:
Rock

League Ranking:
TBD

League Placement:
TBD

Gym Location:
TBD

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POKEMON

Main Team

Sidian [Rampardos ♂]: A hot-headed Rampardos who has a fierce rivalry with Skarn. He loves to headbutt other people and Pokemon. In play, of course.

Marble [Archeops ♂]: Friendly yet clumsy Archeops who still likes to sit on Beryl's head, a habit picked up from when he was a little Archen... despite being far too big for that now.

Basalt [Aggron ♂]: Stalwart and serious. He helps Beryl carry heavy supplies when out on expeditions and provides her with ample shelter come harsh weather.

Sandy [Midday Lycanroc ♀]: Sweet and loyal Lycanroc who spends all of her time out of her Pokeball. Somehow, she is able to reign in the other members of her party with little else than a pointed glare.

Skarn [G-MAX Tyrantrum ♂]: Beryl's first Pokemon and her pride and joy. It's unfortunate that he very much knows this. Extremely overprotective and difficult to handle, but thankfully listens to Beryl... most of the time.

Shale [Aurorus ♂]: Quiet and shy, but also extremely cuddly. Despite Beryl's disdain for children, he loves to give them rides on his back and use his tail as a slide.

Benched Pokemon

Zircon [Arctozolt ♀]: An Arctozolt that the Hammerlocke Research Institute paired her with for further study. Oblivious and dense. Though Beryl is not keen on her company, she treats her just as well as the other members of her team and only uses her in battle when she has to.

Other

Ziggy [Galarian Linoone ♀]: Beryl's pet. Keeps her couch warm for her until she gets back from work.

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RELATIONS

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Pokémon: Ascendancy

Hestia Joy

"Seems like you need to be knocked down a few pegs. Luckily for you, you've come to the right place."

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MAIN PROFILE

Name:
Hestia Joy

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Birthplace:
Circhester

Appearance Information:
Bearing long, rose-hued locks and a somewhat fit figure, Hestia stands at 5'6" and weighs about 137 pounds. Most of the time, her hair is left to tumble over her shoulders. Her eyes, a dark magenta that at times border on crimson, are often seen fixated into a determined glare. Some may comment on the paleness of her skin, but she considers this something to be proud of, seeing as she comes from the icy region of Circhester.

Her choice in fashion leaves nothing to be envied. Hestia doesn't really care about looking cool or flashy on her days off from work. Instead, she values comfortabilty over beauty; cotton slacks, sneakers, boots, fuzzy sweaters and t-shirts are among her favorite articles of clothing to wear. Such a fact leaves people surprised when they see her in proper gym leader attire.

Personality:
Hot-headed. Brash. Crude. A show-off. These are the first words that might come to mind when they think of Hestia Joy, the Fire-type gym leader of Galar. Honestly, these assumptions are correct, though they only encompass a small portion of Hestia's overall personality. This young woman believes she has something to prove, so she isn't afraid of showing it. Her flamboyant yet arrogant disposition may rub off on certain other gym leaders the wrong way, but those who are closest to her know that she has a heart of gold. She stands her ground for what she believes is right, no matter what it might cost her-- or others, at that. Hestia abhors injustices and abuse against Pokemon, so much so that she coddles her own as if they were her own children.

Along with her fiery disposition, Hestia shelters a terrible case of imposter syndrome and is known to be quite insecure. One could easily get under her skin if they know where to prod, but push her too much and one is wont to face her wrath. Such a fury can also become incredibly out of control; there have been times where she has said things that she later on regrets, and her rash actions during the Champion's Cup have cost her the crown on more than one occasion.

Despite everything else, Hestia is a hard-worker and quite possibly an over-worker. She takes her job way too seriously and is constantly on edge about doing well enough to keep herself in the higher ranks of the Major League.

Short Biography:
Hestia Joy was born in the heart of a violent blizzard and into a midst of a very large family. Her pink hair and amber eyes surely denoted her as a member of the Joy family, a prestigious bloodline of healers that are scattered across several regions throughout the world. It only made sense that as soon as she came into this world, it was assumed that she would follow their footsteps and become a nurse along with them. Hestia grew to become a rather rambunctious little girl, often getting into scraps with her little brothers, sisters, and cousins. Even then, they still loved playing with another, and together they tended to the smaller species of Pokemon that occupied Circhester. Her connection with Pokemon came almost naturally due to the influence of her heritage. As she grew older, such connections proved useful in the treatments she provided to sick or injured Pokemon. For the longest time, Hestia thought that she was following her calling, her fate. She was a Joy doing what Joys did. There was nothing else that she could ask for.

Everything changed on a cold, crisp winter morning. Seventeen-year old Hestia left her home on a quick trip to the local store when she came upon a heated Pokemon battle. She didn't know why she stopped to watch; her part of her family viewed Pokemon battles as brutal and unnecessary, as she was told several times by her mother. "Pokemon battles are only for the entertainment of humans," she had told her, "there should be no reason we should force such innocent creatures to fight to the near death." Yet, there was something different in this battle. The way the trainers' Pokemon moved on the field sparked something deep within her chest. In those few moments, the Pokemon and their perspective trainers were as one. And if they were the same entity on the battlefield, then what was it like off of it? The question gnawed her head for the better part of the year. Her desire to heal Pokemon dwindled into mere embers. Flames of passion blossomed anew when she saw advertisements for the Galar Region Gym Challenge. It was then that she knew what she was truly meant to be. She was going to be a Pokemon trainer. Surely, her parents would support her change in career path.

Things didn't go as planned. Her parents disowned her as soon as she mentioned her newfound passion and she was thrown onto the street with little else but the clothing on her back. Bitter-hearted, she traveled from town to town in search of a proper start. She spent many nights camping underneath star-filled skies and in small caves. It was about two week into her travels that she came across the Slumbering Weald, and it was there that she stumbled upon an injured Wooloo resting underneath a thick-leaved tree. After tending to the Pokemon, the Wooloo decided to stay with her for her travels, and the two quickly became friends. She named the Pokemon Ramsey, and together they began their journey as trainer and partner.

With no sponsor, Hestia knew she had to make her way through the Minor League before she had a shot at the Gym Challenge. That was easy enough; she blew right through the League with Ramsey and the rest of the team she had assembled. At nineteen years old, she was now eligible to take part of the Galar Region Gym Challenge, and she wasted no time in enlisting. It should have been easy enough the first time to get through the challenge the first time, but she still rode on the adrenaline that she had after blitzing through the Minor League. The Major League wouldn't be much different for her. Her aspirations came skidding to a halt when she lost to the Fire-type gym leader at the very end of the challenge-- three times in a row. With that, she was knocked out of the challenge and flat on her ass.

Hestia was daunted for the first time in her life. The year that followed was spent half-wallowing, half-training. When it was time for the Gym Challenge once again, she wasted no time in enlisting. Her team was stronger than before; Ramsey had grown into a stalwart Dubwool, and the way she had crafted her new team was inspired by the Fire-type gym leader that decimated her teammates in the year prior. This time, she reigned victorious over their duel, and she moved on to the Champion's Cup-- where she was once again defeated. The cycle occurred anew in the next year. No matter how hard she tried, Hestia simply couldn't become Champion. But she could become something else. The Fire-type gym leader, having sustained an injury that crippled his right leg in the midst of a ferocious battle, decided it was time for him to retire. In turn, he gave his spot as gym leader to Hestia.

This wasn't enough for her. She knew she would become Champion one day. Though, staying as a gym leader for the time being was a pretty good deal...

Likes:
- Sweets
- Flying around on Cinder's back
- Sharing meals with her Pokemon
- Legends; includes both legendary Pokemon and heroes
- Camping
- Exciting battles
- Watching other the other gym leaders' battles
- Romantic dramas, mystery movies
- Crocheting

Dislikes:
- Being called by her last name; would much rather be referred to by just her first name or Lady Hestia
- Cocky individuals
- Suck-ups
- Defeatists
- People who don't know how to have fun or ruin the fun that she's having
- Over-eager or intrusive fans-- extends to paparazzi
- Extended periods of downtime
- Spicy food
- Thunderstorms/rain storms

Quirks:
- Researches legends and legendary Pokemon on her spare time
- Cooks her food with her Pokemon's Flamethrower attacks

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LEAGUE PROFILE

Type Specialty:
Fire

League Ranking:
Major

League Placement:
TBD

Gym Location:
TBD

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POKEMON

League Team

Pepper [Ninetales ♀]: A pompous Ninetales who thinks she runs the show, but in reality is just a big drama queen.

Lily [Salazzle ♀]: Bad-tempered, rude, and quite lazy. Lily is Pepper's rival and will only rise to the occasion to surpass the other Fire-types on the team.

Nova [Volcarona ♂]: Being the newest member of the team, Nova only recently evolved into a Volcarona. However, he still maintains the timid temperament he once bore as a Larvesta.

Cinder [G-MAX Charizard ♀]: A sweet girl that loves to impress others as much has she loves belly rubs. She is fiercely protective of the team, but is closest to Emi and Ramsey.

Chili [Houndoom ♂]: Overly serious and the no-nonsense type. Prone to having a bad temper.

Emi [Camerupt ♂]: A laid back Camerupt that is on his own wavelength. Though hard-working and fierce, he rather spend his time laying in the sun than fighting down on the field.

Benched Pokemon

Argos [Arcanine ♂]: A heavily-scarred and older Arcanine who Hestia thinks should simply retire and spend his time with Ramsey back at her place. His vigor for battle says otherwise.

Zero [Ceruledge ♂]: The quiet sort of Pokemon whose actions speak for him. He doesn't like spending time with the rest of the team and rather stay at Hestia's side. He heavily respects Ramsey and Cinder, though believes that he can do things they cannot.

Other

Ramsey [Dubwool ♂]: The very first Pokemon that Hestia raised. Ramsey's battling days are long over, as can be seen from his graying hairs and cracked horns, and he spends much of his time happily grazing and lounging on Hestia's front lawn. Of course, he has earned the privilege to spend many days out of his Pokeball and even sleeps indoors.

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RELATIONS

TBD

Pokémon: Ascendancy

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Pokémon: Ascendancy

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Pokémon: Ascendancy

The Galar region is known for a myriad of things. We’ve got rolling hills of grass, bristling cold tundras, and dusty wildlands all brimming with Pokemon. Our people are hardy, dedicated workers, devoted to keeping our nation on its feet and maintaining its relativity in the modern world. And, among everything else, we’re known for the famous Galar Region Gym Challenge that takes place every summer. For the length of about four months, young trainers from every corner of the nation travel the region and engage each of us in battle. Some may earn badges, but others remain defeated, no matter how hard they try. If these young trainers are lucky enough, they have the chance to challenge our young champion, Ryker.

People don’t know this, but there’s a lot more to being a gym leader than they realize. If it wasn’t obvious already, we’re quite like celebrities. Paparazzi follow us like Combee after honey, desperate to publish anything regarding our private lives on the internet. Our fans are often hot-blooded and flood our social media pages and DMs with hopes of getting autographs at meet-ups or whatnot. We have to keep the chairman happy as a Clampearl, unless we want to get him hot on our asses. As you can see, being a gym leader is tiring in more ways than one. Though, there’s times where we’re able to lay back and relax, hang out with our comrades, and possibly take vacations to other regions in order to hone our skills. Yeah, all in all, our lives aren’t too bad.

The summer season’s reared its ugly head again and challengers are rallying together to begin their journey through Galar. Gym leaders are also preparing to face the lot of fresh and old faces once again. We’re prepared to force them to prove their mettle, and after a long and slow off-season, most of us are thrilled to show off our skills through the heat of battle.

But little do we know, with the new season comes a new threat, and its shadow has only merely peaked the horizon.

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1.) The Pokemon world’s more dangerous than one realizes. Pokemon eat Pokemon. Pokemon kill and/or eat humans. Mistakes happen during battles, and sometimes such mistakes can be fatal to Pokemon. Pokemon also make up a large portion of humans’ meals. Humans, on the other hand, can sabotage/harm/kill one another in this roleplay. Make wise decisions and your characters, along with their beloved companions, should be fine.

2.) The Galar Region Gym Challenge lasts a total of four months and takes place from the beginning of May to the end of August. Gyms are challenged every two weeks, leaving a week of downtime between said challenges. The Gym Challenge begins in Turffield and ends in Hammerlocke. The Championship Battle takes place in Wyndon.

In the games, the towns are designed around the gym leaders’ typings. You are able to change some of their designs in roleplays, but be sure not to go overboard. In fact, you don’t have to change them at all. This is only an option.

3.) The Minor League exists in this universe. They’re active in the off-season and during the winter, taking place from the beginning of December through the end of March. Trainers who cannot get a sponsor through normal means must defeat the eight gym leaders in the Minor League in order to be eligible to compete in the Galar Region Gym Challenge during the summer.

4.) This roleplay will involve slice of life, but it will also involve action, adventure, suspense and some darker themes. Things might get tense and violent at times, though there will always be time for relaxation and downtime between characters.

5.) Pokemon in this world are important! Make sure to give them personalities and involve them in your posts; make them interact with one another, their trainers, and other humans. They are your partners, after all.

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MAIN PROFILE

Name:

Age: [20-30 yrs is considered to be the typical range for characters in this roleplay, but can be higher]

Gender:

Birthplace: [Has to be somewhere in Galar.]

Appearance Information: [Insert any further information that's not present in the picture provided.]

Personality: [A character should have flaws as well as strengths. Keep your characters balanced.]

Short Biography: [Be as concise as you can be; don't write a book, please. Besides, leaving some things shrouded in mystery might prove for a more interesting character.]

Likes: [Detail a couple of things your character likes.]

Dislikes: [Detail a couple of things your character dislikes.]

Quirks: [What makes your character interesting/unique? Do they sleep more often in the mornings? Do they sleep talk?]

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LEAGUE PROFILE

Type Specialty:

League Ranking: [Major League or Minor League?]

League Placement: [Are they the first gym leader to be encountered, or the fifth?]

Gym Location:

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POKEMON

Main Team

[The team your character uses during the Champion's Cup. It should be your character's strongest team.

Make sure to describe your Pokemon's name, appearance, and personality as you create your teams.]

[Pokemon #1]:

[Pokemon #2]:

[Pokemon #3]:

[Pokemon #4]:

[Pokemon #5]:

[Pokemon #6]:

Benched Pokemon

[Benched Pokemon are Pokemon that your character can swap out into their League or Champion's Cup teams. They exist in your character's arsenal, but do not take priority over more active members of their teams.

Make sure to describe your Pokemon's name, appearance, and personality as you create your teams.]

[Pokemon #1]:

[Pokemon #2]:
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Other

[These are Pokemon that don't fall under any of the above categories. Does your character have any Pokemon that they consider pets or mere companions? Pokemon that they had on their team when they were once rookie trainers? If not, you may delete this part.

Your character's type specialty does not matter here, but note that these Pokemon should not be used actively in battle, if at all. This is more for fun and slice of life reasons.]

[Pokemon #1]:
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RELATIONS

[This should remain empty until all characters are created.]

Final Fantasy: Lightseekers

MENTIONS: Everyone

Everything was a blur. She vaguely remembered Esben pulling her back from the railing, dragging her back into the fight before handing her a blade and telling her to hand it to Rudolf-- if he even made it back alive. She had heard the screams of death, the high-pitched yelps of her comrades as they fought for their lives around her. There was the soothing song of the bard, the roar of ocean waves– and the terrible sight of serpentine heads shooting up from the water. Neve stared upwards, gawking as a pair of them lashed down towards them, and the others gushed an unforgiving current around the deck. She raised her staff, biting down on her cheek as she focused on her spell. She had to protect them. She had to protect the others–

"Neve!"

Galahad’s cry froze her in her spot. The fangs and water came rushing forth. Too late.

Luckily for her, Arton had other plans. The gem in his hands had provided them with protection against the vicious barrage. Neve stood there, in the heart of the bulwark. Stunned. How could she make such a mistake? Just because of a scream? What kind of warrior was she? The smell of blood was almost too much for her. She scrunched her eyes closed, raised her staff again. A white aura poured out from its center of the crystal. The light spread across the deck and settled across the weary fighters, its angelic glow settling across gaping wounds and steadily shutting them closed. Medica– a simple enough spell, but vital in times like these.