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The Red Hoods: Rebirth

Kiri Hae

Kiri Hae

Sex: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'5"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced: Volunteered
Physical Abnormalities:

• ornate dragon tattoo spanning the entirety of her back
• Hae Clan crest on her right upper arm
• myriad of healed scars

History: Originally from Qiran, the neighboring empire to the south of Tenebris, Kiri was one of the last to join her cohort of Hoods Initiates. In her group's initiation trial, Kiri successfully managed to kill their monster, but at the cost of a teammate's life. This loss drove a wedge between Kiri and her two remaining teammates, Loona and Colin, though the three eventually became a closeknit, functioning group. Kiri demonstrated an aptitude for monster hunting -- a well trained combatant, highly intelligent, and decisive, her main shortcomings were a lack of interpersonal skills and a propensity for recklessness, bordering on self-destruction. Kiri was the first in her cohort to be promoted to a full Red Hood after a mission with Colin to his hometown of Fallcliff. She refuses to talk about it. Kiri and Colin, once close, are no longer on speaking terms, and whatever progress she made opening up to people was lost. In the aftermath of that mission, Kiri has also put down her sword, instead favoring a simple wooden staff.

The Rorie League, a Pokémon Trainer RP (always open for more players)

hey all, i'm always in the mood for a pokemon rp and was wondering if there was still room in here?

The Red Hoods: Rebirth

Kiri Hae

Kiri Hae

Sex: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'5"
Species: Human
Volunteered or Sentenced: Volunteered
Physical Abnormalities:

• ornate dragon tattoo spanning the entirety of her back
• Hae Clan crest on her right upper arm
• myriad of healed scars

History: Originally from Qiran, the neighboring empire to the south of Tenebris, Kiri was one of the last to join her cohort of Hoods Initiates. In her group's initiation trial, Kiri successfully managed to kill their monster, but at the cost of a teammate's life. This loss drove a wedge between Kiri and her two remaining teammates, Loona and Colin, though the three eventually became a closeknit, functioning group. Kiri demonstrated an aptitude for monster hunting -- a well trained combatant, highly intelligent, and decisive, her main shortcomings were a lack of interpersonal skills and a propensity for recklessness, bordering on self-destruction. Kiri was the first in her cohort to be promoted to a full Red Hood after a mission with Colin to his hometown of Fallcliff. She refuses to talk about it. Kiri and Colin, once close, are no longer on speaking terms, and whatever progress she made opening up to people was lost. In the aftermath of that mission, Kiri has also put down her sword, instead favoring a simple wooden staff.

Pokémon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

Haven sat in one of Lavaridge's parks, stretching out under the sun. Goddamn, it was hot. Of course, the sweater she refused to take off didn't help. Her arm was still wrapped to hide the scars that she wasn't quite used to.

She'd been in Lavaridge for nearly a week. She'd spent a good three quarters of that time regretting it. Haven hated crowds, and Lavaridged was about as packed as an overpriced music concert -- except instead of buzzed 20-somethings clamouring to get some low-quality video with the sound blown out, it was a bunch of traumatized, bored, irritated refugees. Haven needed to get out of this damn town.

Of course, there'd been one upside: the hotsprings. They were normally too full to enjoy, but the two times that Haven'd actually managed to get in had been pure bliss. And of course, the time in the warm sand had helped to officially add a new member to their little family.

She'd hatched yesterday: a tiny yellow and white ball of fluff that buzzed around her head in happy little circles. She was something called a Cutiefly, apparently. One of the old men who'd witnessed the hatching had spent some years in Alola, where they were usually found. She'd spent her first few seconds of life trying to hold herself up in the shifting sand, fluttering her fresh wings and kicking up dusty particles. The moment she'd figured out how to fly, she'd taken off, zipping around Haven's head, between her other pokemon, to different flowers until she was absolutely covered in pollen, to different laughing strangers, then back to Haven again.

Her name was Dust.

Everyone was in love with her, naturally. Blink doted on her, delighting in producing harmless powder for her to zip through. Lace was excited to have another playmate, the two chasing each other this way and that. Cloak enjoyed teasing her with flowers, pulling them out for her only to hide them as soon as she got close. But it was Dagger who seemed to take the strongest to their newest family member -- Haven chalked it up to the fact that they were both fairy types.

Haven... wasn't quite sure how she felt about the little pokemon yet. Her emotions were a swirl of responsibility and trauma and protectiveness that --

A figure stepped out of the shadows and approached her. She tensed. But she didn't jump out of her skin and shrink behind her pokemon like she would've a week ago. Her pokemon all stilled in their game, just happening to place themselves loosely around their trainer. Haven looked up to see who it was.

Standing before her was a teenage girl, tall, with straight brown hair and green eyes. An Espeon was close by, its tail wrapping up around her leg. She fidgeted, sadness in her eyes as she spoke. Movement in the air caught Haven's eyes and she glanced up to see Dust, predictably, zipping over to inspect the girl. Dust did one quick revolution around the girl's head as she spoke, and then...

Came back to Haven.

That was unexpected.

In the short time she'd been alive, Dust had proven herself to be an empathetic little thing, sensitive to the emotions of everyone around her. If someone was angry, she did her best to avoid them. If they were happy, she flew around them incessantly, reveling in their joy, even landing on them and trying to poke at them with her tiny little mouth as if she'd mistaken them for flowers. And if they were scared or sad, she stuck close by them and nuzzled at them, buzzing in concerned circles.

So that this girl stood before them, nervous and on the verge of tears... that her Espeon looked so distraught, and Dust didn't react at all...

Haven filed it away in her mind. It was odd, to say the least. She held up a finger and Dust landed on it, tapping at her skin every now and then with her mouth. Haven looked back up to the girl.

"Uh, sorry," she responded. "You're gonna have to be more specific. I've met a lot of people lately."

X-Men: The New Era - Issue II: Avalon Rising

Aya Lynn Germain

Name: Aya Lynn Germain

Nicknames/Aliases: N/A

X-Men Code Name: Cosmos

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Physical Description:

Height: 4'10"
Weight: 81 lbs
Skin: Medium-fair
Eyes: Black (Green pre-mutation)
Hair: Dark brown
Distinctive Markings: Freckles, a mole above her mouth

Mutations: Astral Projection

Aya is capable of extending her consciousness outside of her body. Invisible to others, her spirit form is capable of passing through solid objects or going into dangerous situations or environments that she otherwise would avoid. She can also create projections of other people if she's touching them, separating their consciousness from their bodies. She has to be touching them to bring them back for the astral plane, however. If Aya snaps back to her body without touching the other person’s projection, then the person will be stuck there until she snaps to the other side again to bring them back. When on the astrl plane she can also enter the mind of an unconscious person if she touches their form.

When maintaining her projection, her physical body is more or less helpless, and she is oblivious to her surroundings. Due to her projection's intangible nature, she's also unable to influence her spiritual environment or talk to anyone through it. She still knows very little about her powers -- she doesn't know how long she can keep it up for yet, or how far away she can travel from her body. Her current record is 3 days and about 15 miles. She also seems to have some level of control over the astral plane; Aya can sense otherworldly entities in it and has demonstrated the ability to push other beings out of th astral plane, though she doesn't yet know how she did it or how to replicate it.

Aya is still uncomfortable with the fact that she's a mutant and so tends to not use her powers, though with Professor Everose's guidance she's steadily learning how to control them better.

However, since coming to the Ashford Institute her powers Aya is gaining more control. She can now activate her powers on command, though it's not always perfect, and she only very rarely uses her powers on accident. She can now also maintain a sense of awareness over her body if she deliberately uses her powers -- she can hear sounds and feel whatever her body goes through physically to a certain degree.

Personality: Aya is quiet and reserved, equal parts mature and insecure. Her introverted nature makes it hard to connect to the people around her, but when she does open up, she reveals a sensitive heart, a sharp mind, and a sardonic sense of humor.

Background: Originally from the island of Oahu, Aya is the only child of an American father and Japanese mother. Her childhood was fairly normal. She played piano, danced hula, went to Japanese school after her normal school day finished... then her father was diagnosed with lung cancer when she was 11, and life got a bit harder. Her mother, unable to deal with the emotional hardship, simply up and left one day. She tried to take Aya with her, but the little girl screamed and cried, refusing to go back to Japan and abandon her father. Aya's relationship with her today is still strained, to say the least. Her dad finally succumbed to his cancer when Aya was 17, just two weeks before she graduated high school. She doesn't like to talk about him.

After graduating she decided to come to Ashford. While she's highly intelligent, her grades had suffered during her last few years of high school due to Aya devoting all her free time to working and caring for her dad, and so her college prospects were abysmal. Ashford was her best option for escaping the island she'd spent her entire life on, and she hopes the school will give her enough control over her powers so she never uses them again.

Recap of your mutations awakening: Aya was 16 years old and at the only high school party she'd ever attended. When the night finished she and her classmate, Kainoa Young, were found unconscious on the bed in his room, Kainoa on top of her. At first everyone just laughed, assuming they were about to get it on when they'd passed out from drunkenness. But then no one could wake them up.

Eventually Aya and Kainoa were placed in a hospital as doctors struggled to figure out why the two teens were in comas -- they were healthy, young, and while they'd been drinking at the party there were no signs of alcohol poisoning. Three days passed.

Then Aya finally woke up. Her eyes, which were once a rich green color, were now black as coal. She seemed shaken and disoriented. She claimed not to remember anything from the party, or why they'd both passed out.

Kainoa never woke up. The longer he slept, the weaker and weaker his body became. Kainoa deteriorated until he needed to be hooked up to a machine to even breathe. Then finally, after months of being on life support, his body simply shut down.

When the school held a ceremony after his death, Aya was the only student absent.

Red Dead Reckoning

Temp

Location: Armadillo

@berlin@northernkraken

Temp pressed her lips together, her fire already starting to cool as Roz reprimanded her. Guilt was a small, quiet thing that crawled up her throat. Roz was... she was good to her. Patient. Gave her more chances than she shoulda.

Roz was fretting over the cut that Temp had already forgotten about. Temp clenched her jaw to hold back her immediate response – that she’d made it this long without a mother and didn’t need one now. She breathed out slow. Roz didn’t deserve that.

”Ya didn’t exactly hire me for my customer service skills,” she mumbled half heartedly. She took the towel and ice from her boss before Roz could even attempt to treat her. ”...Sorry. Won’t shout unless someone deserves it.” Her voice was soft, tempering some of her usual gruffness. Temp looked down at the towel in her hand, the ice’s chill already starting to seep through it. She tapped it twice against her other hand, listening to the rattle of ice. ”I cost you customers, take it out of my pay or cut me loose.” She glanced up at Roz for the briefest of moments.

Then she moved past her, back towards the front of the saloon. ”Bar’s unmanned,” she mumbled. She pressed the towel up to her brow for Roz’s sake, feeling the ice bite into her skin.

Back in the front, Temp moved to the bar. Her eyes found the woman she’d snapped at. Temp gave a quiet sigh. Looked away. Back at the woman. ”What’ll ya have?” It was the closest she was going to get to an apology.

Red Dead Reckoning

Temp

Location: Armadillo

@redvii@onl@northernkraken

Temp glanced up at the figure approaching the bar. She raised her eyebrow at the runt, already reaching for a water-spotted glass to get her some water, when a man butted in. Temp’s eyes narrowed at the implication that she'd give a kid liquor. Snatching the money with more force than necessary, she opened her mouth to tell the bastard off when --

Gunshots.

Temp's eyes widened, adrenaline immediately spiking. Her hand was quick to find the wooden bat stashed under the bar, and then she was jumping over it to follow the man out the door. She stopped though, in the doorway. Guns were already drawn. A short series of shots. Then there were two new bodies dropped to the ground, to join the two that were already there. Temp's stomach churned. Four growing pools of crimson blood stained the dusty ground. Death. There was something in her gut like nausea... like fear. Then the man from the bar -- the only man left standing -- turned, and all of Temp's emotions were pushed down, remolded into something easier for her to process.

She glared. Temp spun n her heel and stomped back to the bar, walking behind it properly instead of vaulting over it. She all but threw the bat back down under the bar. She grabbed the large bottle of lemonade that rested against the back wall and poued it into the glass she'd set down in front of the kid, wondering how hard she'd have to hit someone in the head with it to drop 'em. The man returned and if Temp could've set the bar on fire with her gaze, then she reckoned she would've been seeing smoke by now. She capped the bottle and slammed it down.

"You killed them, you get the damned preacher," she all but spat at the man. Makes a fucking mess and can't even bother to clean it up. Anger bubbled in Temp's blood. Her hand snapped out to grab the empty glass from his hand and drop it roughly on the counter behind the bar.

"What?" she suddenly demanded of the new face that had perched itself in front of her.

Pokémon: The Pillaging

Sarai

Sarai

Name: Sarai
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Orientation: Unexamined
Place of Birth: Kantabin, Arendann

Appearance: Sarai is taller than the average woman, all long limbs and serene softness. Her hair falls in lilac waves around her shoulders, littered with thin braids, and her eyes are a haunting, pale blue that stand out against her brown skin. A crisp, clean scar arcs around her right eye – an image of a crescent with a line slashing down through it.

Sarai's left leg is covered with fresh burn scars from the shin down to the sole of her foot, the bones within slightly deformed and crooked – an injury that she did her best to treat, but still healed imperfectly. She now walks with a limp, leaning heavily on a branch that she turned into a half-hearted walking stick.

Personality: Gentle, quiet, and reserved, Sarai is one to listen often and speak rarely. She's well educated and has a compassionate air about her, but her life up to this point has led her to be detached from the people around her. She's more observer than actor; when seeing an atrocity she's more likely to record how it unfolds than she is to intervene – and as of recently, she's more and more prone to seeing what she has to gain from the situation.

Skills:

• Foraging – B-
• Cooking – C+
• Medicine/First Aid – B
• Sleight of Hand – D
• Star Navigation – C

Inventory:

• Ceremonial Knife
• Simple Clothes and Shoes
• Cloak and Scarf
• Silver Jewelry
• Makeshift Walking Stick
• Worn Leather Bag
  
  • Half-Filled Journal
  • Pens and Graphite
  • Stone Mortar and Pestle
  • Four Glass Vials
    
    • One vial filled with a blood coagulate
  • Cloth Bandages
  • Thin Braided Cord
  • Stolen Flint
  • Stolen Water Flask

Background: Sarai never knew her family. She, along with dozens of other infant girls from the isolated town of Kantabin in southern Arendann, was claimed by the Moon Gazers – women who served as healers, scholars, and historians. Their cause was to record the ever-changing phases of life, to bear witness to the day-to-day goings-on of Kantabin and to record them – to remember. Thus, the Moon Gazers were called to moments of import in people's lives: birth, death, marriages, apprenticeship graduations... Sarai was once called to witness a man ending his relationship with his fiancée, and write it down in one of her many notebooks. The role of the Moon Gazers eventually evolved to include medicine work and healing.

Sarai lived a controlled, simple life of wanting for little and observing everything. But then she started writing more and more about rumors whispered in the streets and little shops about the fall of the king of Venirin and his ambitious successor. Then there were the first confirmed reports of battles along the border. Then Hell came to Kantabin.


Pokémon: Scizor
Nickname: Esa
Gender: Male
Ability: Swarm

Item: None

Moves:

• Fury Cutter
• Iron Head
• Counter
• Endure

Bond: Sarai never intended to have a Pokémon. As a Moon Gazer, it was forbidden. Esa was a Scyther, and the loyal companion of a man named Taryn Faider. Taryn, a member of the Kantabin town guard, was a quiet man, just and dutiful – and hopelessly in love with Sarai. He'd go out of his way to escort her from the Lunar Library to whatever event she was to witness, presenting her with little purple flowers, complimenting her intricate penmanship... Sarai didn't know how to return his affections. But she didn't discourage them, either. As with everything else, she observed with a detached sort of fascination.

When Venirin's hunger finally reached Kantabin, Taryn took up arms along with the rest of the guard – but Kantabin was a quiet town, unprepared for war. A mere hour before Venirin soldiers planted their flag in the layer of ash that covered the cobblestone streets, Taryn, bloodsoaked and panting and with Esa following quickly behind, ran to the Library. It was burning. There'd been screams before, as loud as the furious blaze, but they'd since quieted. Moon Gazers lay dead on the library floor, felled by the smoke and consumed by the fire. Taryn ordered Esa to wait outside, before dashing into the building. It was several long minutes before Taryn came crashing back out into the open air, Sarai's limp body thrown over his shoulder. Her left leg was a mess of charred black and red, bones crooked and unnatural. Taryn dropped her in Esa's arms and ordered him to take her away – keep her safe. Taryn cupped the side of Esa's face and pressed his forehead against the Scyther's. He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching tight. Then Taryn pulled away, grabbed his sword, and charged back into the heart of Kantabin to meet the Venirin soldiers once more.

The days following the fall of Kantabin were challenging to say the least. Both Sarai and Esa were weak, injured in the attack; Sarai's foot was mangled and the act of treating herself was painful and difficult without any of her supplies from the library. Meanwhile, Esa had a shard of a Venirin sword lodged in his thorax. Day by day the red stain grew, frighteningly fast. Sarai thought it was infection – that Esa was dying. But then he finally allowed her close enough to examin it to find that the red stain wasn't blood or an infection. It was metal. Soon enough there was no more green on Esa's body. Instead he'd changed completely, evolving into something new – something stronger.

Esa didn't understand Taryn's decision. He still doesn't. He belonged with Taryn, not this woman who nodded and smiled but never loved him back. But Esa could never go against his partner's final wish. Ever loyal, he serves as Sarai's guardian – but nothing more. He resents her, rarely listens to her, but will follow wherever she goes and will do everything in his power to protect her.

Pokémon: The Pillaging

holy shit it's finally Done.

Sarai

Sarai

Name: Sarai
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Orientation: Unexamined
Place of Birth: Kantabin, Arendann

Appearance: Sarai is taller than the average woman, all long limbs and serene softness. Her hair falls in lilac waves around her shoulders, littered with thin braids, and her eyes are a haunting, pale blue that stand out against her brown skin. A crisp, clean scar arcs around her right eye – an image of a crescent with a line slashing down through it.

Sarai's left leg is covered with fresh burn scars from the shin down to the sole of her foot, the bones within slightly deformed and crooked – an injury that she did her best to treat, but still healed imperfectly. She now walks with a limp, leaning heavily on a branch that she turned into a half-hearted walking stick.

Personality: Gentle, quiet, and reserved, Sarai is one to listen often and speak rarely. She's well educated and has a compassionate air about her, but her life up to this point has led her to be detached from the people around her. She's more observer than actor; when seeing an atrocity she's more likely to record how it unfolds than she is to intervene – and as of recently, she's more and more prone to seeing what she has to gain from the situation.

Skills:

• Foraging – B-
• Cooking – C+
• Medicine/First Aid – B
• Sleight of Hand – D
• Star Navigation – C

Inventory:

• Ceremonial Knife
• Simple Clothes and Shoes
• Cloak and Scarf
• Silver Jewelry
• Makeshift Walking Stick
• Worn Leather Bag
  
  • Half-Filled Journal
  • Pens and Graphite
  • Stone Mortar and Pestle
  • Four Glass Vials
    
    • One vial filled with a blood coagulate
  • Cloth Bandages
  • Thin Braided Cord
  • Stolen Flint
  • Stolen Water Flask

Background: Sarai never knew her family. She, along with dozens of other infant girls from the isolated town of Kantabin in southern Arendann, was claimed by the Moon Gazers – women who served as healers, scholars, and historians. Their cause was to record the ever-changing phases of life, to bear witness to the day-to-day goings-on of Kantabin and to record them – to remember. Thus, the Moon Gazers were called to moments of import in people's lives: birth, death, marriages, apprenticeship graduations... Sarai was once called to witness a man ending his relationship with his fiancée, and write it down in one of her many notebooks. The role of the Moon Gazers eventually evolved to include medicine work and healing.

Sarai lived a controlled, simple life of wanting for little and observing everything. But then she started writing more and more about rumors whispered in the streets and little shops about the fall of the king of Venirin and his ambitious successor. Then there were the first confirmed reports of battles along the border. Then Hell came to Kantabin.


Pokémon: Scizor
Nickname: Esa
Gender: Male
Ability: Swarm

Item: None

Moves:

• Fury Cutter
• Iron Head
• Counter
• Endure

Bond: Sarai never intended to have a Pokémon. As a Moon Gazer, it was forbidden. Esa was a Scyther, and the loyal companion of a man named Taryn Faider. Taryn, a member of the Kantabin town guard, was a quiet man, just and dutiful – and hopelessly in love with Sarai. He'd go out of his way to escort her from the Lunar Library to whatever event she was to witness, presenting her with little purple flowers, complimenting her intricate penmanship... Sarai didn't know how to return his affections. But she didn't discourage them, either. As with everything else, she observed with a detached sort of fascination.

When Venirin's hunger finally reached Kantabin, Taryn took up arms along with the rest of the guard – but Kantabin was a quiet town, unprepared for war. A mere hour before Venirin soldiers planted their flag in the layer of ash that covered the cobblestone streets, Taryn, bloodsoaked and panting and with Esa following quickly behind, ran to the Library. It was burning. There'd been screams before, as loud as the furious blaze, but they'd since quieted. Moon Gazers lay dead on the library floor, felled by the smoke and consumed by the fire. Taryn ordered Esa to wait outside, before dashing into the building. It was several long minutes before Taryn came crashing back out into the open air, Sarai's limp body thrown over his shoulder. Her left leg was a mess of charred black and red, bones crooked and unnatural. Taryn dropped her in Esa's arms and ordered him to take her away – keep her safe. Taryn cupped the side of Esa's face and pressed his forehead against the Scyther's. He closed his eyes, his jaw clenching tight. Then Taryn pulled away, grabbed his sword, and charged back into the heart of Kantabin to meet the Venirin soldiers once more.

The days following the fall of Kantabin were challenging to say the least. Both Sarai and Esa were weak, injured in the attack; Sarai's foot was mangled and the act of treating herself was painful and difficult without any of her supplies from the library. Meanwhile, Esa had a shard of a Venirin sword lodged in his thorax. Day by day the red stain grew, frighteningly fast. Sarai thought it was infection – that Esa was dying. But then he finally allowed her close enough to examin it to find that the red stain wasn't blood or an infection. It was metal. Soon enough there was no more green on Esa's body. Instead he'd changed completely, evolving into something new – something stronger.

Esa didn't understand Taryn's decision. He still doesn't. He belonged with Taryn, not this woman who nodded and smiled but never loved him back. But Esa could never go against his partner's final wish. Ever loyal, he serves as Sarai's guardian – but nothing more. He resents her, rarely listens to her, but will follow wherever she goes and will do everything in his power to protect her.

Pokémon: The Pillaging

progress is being made, i swear.

WIP

Sarai

Name: Sarai
Age: 27
Sex: Female
Orientation: Unexamined
Place of Birth: Kantabin, Arendann

Appearance: Sarai is taller than the average woman, all long limbs and serene softness. Her hair falls in lilac waves around her shoulders, littered with thin braids, and her eyes are a haunting, pale blue that stand out against her brown skin. A crisp, clean scar arcs around her right eye – an image of a crescent with a line slashing down through it.

Personality: Gentle, quiet, and reserved, Sarai is one to listen often and speak rarely. She's well educated and has a compassionate air about her, but her life up to this point has led her to be detached from the people around her. She's more observer than actor; when seeing an atrocity she's more likely to record how it unfolds than she is to intervene.

Skills:

• Foraging – B-
• Cooking – C+
• Medicine/First Aid – B
• Sleight of Hand – E
• Stealth – C
• Star Navigation – C

Inventory:

• Ceremonial Knife
• Simple Clothes and Shoes
• Cloak and Scarf
• Silver Jewelry
• Worn Leather Bag
  
  • Half-Filled Journal
  • Pens and Graphite
  • Stone Mortar and Pestle
  • Four Glass Vials
    
    • One vial filled with a blood coagulate
  • Cloth Bandages
  • Thin Braided Cord
  • Stolen Flint
  • Stolen Water Flask

Background: Sarai never knew her family. She, along with dozens of other infant girls from the isolated town of Kantabin in southern Arendann, was claimed by the Moon Gazers – women who served as healers, scholars, and historians. Their cause was to record the ever-changing phases of life, to bear witness to the day-to-day goings-on of Kantabin and to record them – to remember. Thus, the Moon Gazers were called to moments of import in people's lives: birth, death, marriages, apprenticeship graduations... Sarai was once called to witness a child lose her first tooth and write it down in one of her many notebooks. The role of the Moon Gazers eventually evolved to include medicine work and healing.

Sarai lived a controlled, simple life of wanting for little and observing everything. But then she started writing more and more about rumors whispered in the streets and little shops about the fall of the king of Venirin and his ambitious successor. Then there were the first confirmed reports of battles along the border. Then Hell came to to Kantabin.


Pokémon: Scizor
Nickname: Esa
Gender: Male
Ability: Swarm

Item: None

Moves:

• Fury Cutter
• Metal Claw
• Iron Defense
• Endure

Bond: Sarai never intended to have a Pokémon. As a Moon Gazer, it was forbidden. Esa was a Scyther, and the loyal companion of a man named Taryn Faider. Taryn, a member of the Kantabin town guard, was a quiet man, just and dutiful – and hopelessly in love with Sarai. He'd go out of his way to escort her from the Lunar Library to whatever event she was to witness, presenting her with little purple flowers, complimenting her intricate penmanship... Sarai didn't know how to return his affections. But she didn't discourage them, either. As with everything else, she observed with a detached sort of fascination.