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Eryn Montero

Route 2 || Sunset

The surprise of seeing a blue, red-ridged Pokemon take a chunk out of a rowboat was quickly replaced by unfiltered delight, courtesy of her brain putting two and two together.

“Praise Arceus, of course!” Eryn slapped her forehead. “The blue reptile’s a Totodile! Why didn’t I think of that?”

As if the Totodile had heard Eryn, it met her eyes, and Eryn froze, thoughts whirling. A water-type—not Dei, then. But Kylie didn’t have an advantage either, and since the Totodile was a water-type, it could easily retreat back into the water if it wanted. But, luckily, not right now, since it was stuck in the sinking—

“Ah! It’s sinking!” Bursting into a sprint, Eryn ran towards the boat, gripping onto the bridge supports as she reached for the boat. Whether or not her shorts got wet was hardly important considering that the Totodile was, in fact, literally stuck in a sinking ship. And, using what forearm strength she had—combined with the tremendously underwhelming leverage her feet offered as they sank into the muddy river bank—she was barely able to keep herself from sliding in after the sinking boat.

“Oh no you don’t!” Gritting her teeth, Eryn redoubled her efforts, digging her feet into the riverbank. Mud be damned, she wasn’t about to let a Pokemon drown.

A tug on her shirt prompted her to look back, and she saw Kylie bravely clutching onto the hem of her shirt, and Dei clinging onto the tip of Kylie’s jaws back on the drier portion of the riverbank. “Maw!” Kylie said, tugging valiantly. On the bank, Dei gave a growl just as Eryn felt the boat shift just a bit towards her.

“Yes! It’s moving!” The slight budge of the boat was all the encouragement Eryn needed, and the rest of the tug—though tiring—was relatively quick. Soon enough, the trio had manage to beach the vessel, and Eryn collapsed back onto the riverbank with relief.

“Oh my, that’s enough arms for one day,” she said, panting. Beside her, Kylie was panting as well, as was Dei a bit above her on the riverbank. “Good job—hah—both of you—hah—thinking on—hah—your feet.”

After a moment more of rest, Eryn sat up, breathing deeply as she took in the stuck Totodile. It was still her first day of training, but she’d already gotten two Pokemon under her belt and now had a chance at a third. Did she want to take it? A water-type was, of course, a vital and missing component of her team, considering that Dei was weak to water-types and would therefore be unable to traverse many wet terrains water-types might be able to. In fact, wet terrain itself was a testament to the necessity of water-types, since the majority of Pokemon would be unable to traverse across open water.

That said, was a Totodile what Eryn was looking for in a water-type? Sure she’d admired the battle prowess of Feraligatr so often portrayed in media, but she already had two sets of sharp fangs on her team. Although a third nibbler would fit right in, she was uncertain about the prospect of getting so many Pokemon in one day. Was she going to be one of those trainers who winded up catching everything they saw, stowing Pokemon away digital boxes instead of training them like they’d originally planned to do? This, however, might naturally resolve itself when she had a full team. Where she currently needed a water-type, in the future—should she catch this Totodile—she wouldn’t have the need and thus wouldn’t be immediately drawn to thinking about catching a water-type. When she had a full roster, she’d be focused on training the Pokemon she had rather than catching new Pokemon, wouldn’t she?

Eryn exhaled, blinking as the Totodile did. Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe there was an easier way to resolve the dilemma at hand: ask the Totodile. But, to do that, she’d have to get him free first. Sure she’d be giving up a possible advantage in freeing the water-type, but she couldn’t imagine a universe in which she’d want to set her Pokemon like that on a Pokemon she was hoping to capture. She wanted Pokemon willing to fight by her side, not Pokemon forced to obey her command.

Considering catching the stuck Totodile, though, had reminded her of another way to free the water-type: If she threw a Pokeball at it, the Pokeball would wrap it up and—by doing so—free the Totodile when it released it. After all, Pokeballs tended to release Pokemon somewhere they’d feel comfortable on their feet.

This, however, meant that she’d be throwing a Pokeball at a defenseless Pokemon—something she definitely didn’t want to be doing, since the chances of her catching a Pokemon in that case were so close to zilch she might as well just throw a Pokeball against the ground. Plus, there was the added downside of violating the Totodile’s trust, since she didn’t want to be wrapping the water-type into a Pokeball when she didn’t even know if it wanted to be caught. But, if she informed the Totodile of her plan, then maybe it’d be able to give her pointers on how it wanted to proceed.

“Alright, Totodile. Two options,” Eryn said, getting on her feet. “One, I try and wedge you free. I don’t like that option because that boat is sharp and I don’t want to risk hurting you on the splinters.” Now that she was closer, she could see the splinters in the cracked wood, and she was liking that plan even less. Though the Totodile had natural defenses in its scales, why take the risk at all if it were avoidable?

“The second is that I throw a Pokeball at you because—because—the Pokeball will wrap you up and deposit you somewhere else when you get out. This way, you won’t get hurt, and I won’t touch you.” Eryn bit her lip. “And you probably won’t get caught if you don’t want to. So, blink once if you want me to try to pry you free, and blink twice if you want me to use a Pokeball.”

Eryn watched with some trepidation. Was it wrong of her to hope the Totodile chose the second method? She didn’t have ulterior motives—not really—but at the same time she could only admit that she’d be keeping her fingers crossed if the Totodile did go into a Pokeball.

Aedre Charbonnet

— Mesalon City Gym —

“Could you?” Aedre’s eyes went wide at Amber’s offer. “Wait—no. That would be amazing, but I’d hate to waste your time like that. I had Little with me the entire time, and I retraced my steps so many times. If he didn’t spot it after all of that…” Aedre trailed off. She couldn’t ask something like that of Amber, could she? Surely Amber had better things to do than try and help Aedre make up for her own faults?

But, Amber was her friend, wasn’t she? And friends wanted to help their friends. If she rejected Amber, she’d be rejecting a friend who was lending a helping hand when she needed one.

“But… if you really don’t have anything else to do, I would really appreciate it if you could help me look again.” Aedre knit her fingers together, her eyes flicking around nervously. Amber seemed more than willing, and, now that Aedre was thinking about it, maybe Amber did have a point. Her Yanma was a much better lookout than Little and would likely catch what he’d missed, and, if they were lucky, her Rowlet might even pick out something else entirely. Though she knew she might have been hoping for too much, maybe there was a psychic lead to be found somewhere along the path. Maybe…

“Really, really appreciate it,” Aedre murmured, her eyes trained on the Rowlet. Was it really too much to hope for?



The compact mirror in Everly’s hands blurred, her reflection wavering into nondescript shapes before fading into a separate scene entirely. A low-lit bedroom appeared, then faded into a darkened kitchen, then a face of fabric—a curtain. As the scenes flicked by, Everly flipped through a notebook, adding new marks here and there.

When she got to the entry of interest, though, Everly paused. The mirror reflected a living room furnished with a sofa and coffee table, the latter of which was piled with various crumpled cans and takeout cartons. Other than the flickering light emanating from the corner of the room, though, the space was still. Everly frowned, and the living room was replaced with a dark room—a bedroom, the bedsheets and blankets dangling haphazardly off one side of the empty bed. Another scene took its place, dark as well, then another, this one with a trace of light from the living room but no other sign of activity.

Setting the mirror down, Everly pushed back her chair and walked over to the door, opening it quietly and peeking into the hallway. The apartment was dark, as was the room down the hall from hers.

Closing the door behind her, Everly slipped on her mask, adjusting it as she pressed a hand to the full-length mirror on her door. Her reflection wavered, then disappeared, a portion of the mirror replaced by blackness—the bathroom, currently void of life. Stepping into the mirror, Everly stepped onto the sink carefully, careful not to knock anything over as she slid onto the floor. The apartment was quiet around her, the only noise coming from the streets outside. A full sweep of the place showed that the living room and bedroom were the only rooms with lights on. The kitchen and bathroom were bare, and the living room offered little more in terms of value than a sheathed katana on display above the television. The bedroom, though, yielded a tin of jewelry, previously stowed away in a closet corner, and a bundle of bills stuffed between the mattresses. These Everly brought with her back to the living room, where she paused, looking at the hanging katana. Then, retrieving that as well, Everly slipped back through the mirror, stowing the money away in her own closet.

A backpack under her oversized trench coat made her figure seem almost hunchbacked, and it wasn’t something Everly could wear around during the day. Southern California weather could hardly be described as cold considering the sunny skies, but after sunset the air tended to cool down quickly. Under the cover of night, Everly wore the coat as both a disguise and a deterrent, using it to ferry what she needed around the city while warding off attention. Few people looked twice at a hunched and hooded figure. This, as well as her ability to cut her trekking distance, made her walk a relatively short and relaxed one block when she started at the corner store window.

Her destination was, per usual, a dinky little shack of a store situated between a herb store and a take-out restaurant that was closed more often than not. “Lucky Pawn Shop,” as it was called, was run by Madame Su, a greying woman whose vision was as gone as the gold paint that had previously furnished the store exterior. Although her hearing wasn’t fairing much better these days, she had the help of her sons to manage the place, as well as her grandsons’ “friends.” However, their dealings, from what Everly knew, were mostly overseas, so she tended to turn a blind eye. In Santa Celia, they were working to survive as much as the next store over. What got smuggled on and off cargo ships was hardly her business as long as her money went where it should.

“Everly! My favorite young lady! Come in, come in!” The bell on the door jingled as Madame Su cackled from behind the counter. Wrinkled and tanned, the Madame easily looked the part of a grandmother, with a gap-toothed smile and bobby pins in her hair. The atmosphere could almost be described as friendly if not for the man in the muscle tank sitting behind her.

“Hello Madame Su.” Everly smiled, dropping her coat on the coat rack and walking over. Taking care to move slowly so as to not alarm the watchman, she unloaded her collection one item at a time onto the counter before the Madame. Out came a bronze statuette, a small collection of silverware and china, and the katana from earlier that night.

“Oh, very good.” Picking up the items as they were set down, the Madame brought each close to her face, eyeing and sniffing the pieces. Murmuring to herself, she appraised them silently, then muttered her conclusions to the man behind her in Chinese before setting the pieces down on either the left or the right side of the counter. Everly watched the right side as the items were divided, knowing the objects that went on that side would determine her payout. As such, she was a bit dismayed to see the katana get sorted to the left.

“Is the katana not real?”

“Real steel, sure. Not worth explaining to officials to, though, and definitely not worth reselling.” The Madame continued without missing a beat, stashing half the china on each side and only one piece of silverware on the left. When all the objects had a side, she straightened, dusting her hands. “Eight-fifty. Nine hundred for the lot.”

Everly paused, then nodded. “Nine hundred.” None of the silver had been antique, and she hadn’t expected the statuette to amount to much anyway. The katana, though, was disappointing. It’d been the biggest item in the stash but had failed to return profit accordingly.

“Very good.” Producing a stack of bills, the Madame smiled, flashing a silver molar as the man behind her collected the items. “And do you have any jewelry for me today?”

Everly nodded, producing the tin she’d found.

“Good, good. You always find good things, Everly dear,” the Madame said, rubbing her palms together as Everly poured out the contents of the tin. Sliding on a loupe, the Madame pulled her retractable lamp closer. “Pearls and jewels—my favorite.”

Everly waited patiently as the Madame shifted through the contents. For this lot, she was expecting at least a few thousand, considering that there was a variety of gold and silver. It was the holiday season, and thieves had turned to the wealthier side of town, so the chance of fakes was low.

“Oh, how pretty,” the Madame said, holding a silvery engagement ring up to the light. “Such a tragedy that this got lost.” A grin appeared on the Madame’s face as she peered at Everly over her loupe. “Everly, dear, could this possibly be yours?”

Everly stared at her blankly, and the Madame burst into laughter.

“Just teasing, dear. Let’s see. For everything… Let’s make it forty-three hundred, minus the ring.”

“What about—”

“Sadly, I don’t have enough cash on me to take this beautiful piece off your hands,” the Madame said, sliding the ring back to Everly, who met her eyes with a frown. Madame Su always had enough cash, and they both knew it.

“Next time.”

“Okay, next time.” The Madame grinned, setting her loupe on the counter beside her. “Forty-three hundred?”

“Forty-three hundred.”

Everly knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep much tonight. She could feel the weariness in her bones and the edges of fog in her head, but her mind kept shuffling through thoughts—of the Madame, of the money, of Emily. When she got home, she hadn’t even bothered to try sleeping. Instead, she opted to clean up and head to the restaurant early. On days sleep eluded her, she didn’t like staying home, lest her sister see how tired she was. Emily deserved nothing short of the best, everything considered, and Everly hated when she couldn’t provide that. The Golden Harbor, on these days, was her safe haven, since the staff were quick to clear out after the restaurant closed its doors at eleven. With the space to herself, Everly usually used the time to get ahead on her studies or update the budget and records. There was no winning on these nights, and since the next few would only get worse, she tried to get the important things out of the way on the first night.

So, with a post-it on the fridge, she packed her bag, intending on going straight to the restaurant through the mirror set up in her office. Though she’d been the one who’d suggested that security cameras be put up, the back camera was usually turned off at night since there were no streetlights in the back and therefore nothing to film.

When she touched her mirror, however, she was surprised to see that could see a faint light from under her office door. Her eyes shot to her digital clock, then back to the mirror. It was one of those nights, then.

Entering her office, Everly dropped off her backpack, then unlocked the door to head to the kitchen. The hallway was dark, but the kitchen was bright, and there she found Tim sitting at the counter, his head propped up by a hand. Everly cleared her throat, and he snapped up, eyes wide before recognizing her and relaxing.

“Oh, Everly.” Tim sighed, sinking back into his seat. “So it’s one of those nights, huh?”

“Yeah.” Everly pulled up a seat across from him. “Is the sign on?”

“No, I… I thought I was heading home soon.”

Everly reached out to put a hand on Tim’s shoulder. “I’ll go turn on it on.”

Leaving Tim in the kitchen, Everly walked to the front, flicking switches as she went. At the very front, she found the switch she was looking for, and the neon sign blinked to life after a brief moment of hesitation, clear against the windowpane.


Eryn Montero

Pureplain City || Trainer School || Late Afternoon

Seeing as there were a lot of Purrloin, Dei and Kylie had a lot of targets, and a good chunk of the afternoon was spent battling them. Dei took the brunt of the damage, since he was the one fielding the Purrloin’s retaliatory attacks, but he also adamantly refused to be recalled towards the end, matching the Purrloin’s attacks with his own. Though he wasn't built for Scratching like the Purrloin, he made up for what he lacked in finesse with brute strength, and combined with Kylie’s Fairy Winds, the Purrloin went down relatively quickly.

Midway through the afternoon, Eryn spotted a stray Pokeball at the base of a bush—unused, to boot—and she counted her lucky stars as she stuck it in her backpack. Finders keepers, or so it went. It wasn’t soon after that Dei had finally spewed his first burst of flame, and Eryn cut the battling off quickly after that, running up to Dei and scooping him up.

“Oh, stop squirming, Dei,” she said with a grin. “I saw that Ember. Great job.”

Up close, though, the effects of the Purrloins’ Scratches was clearer, and Eryn winced when she spotted a particularly nasty-looking cut on the back of Dei’s leg. Though she’d known that injuries came with the job for Pokemon, it was a bit unsettling to see it all firsthand.

“Alright, time to get you two healed up.” Glancing at Kylie, Eryn was relieved to see that she looked to be in much better shape—her steel-type physique paying off, most likely. “Dei, I’m going to return you for some well-deserved rest, and no, you don’t get to say no this time, unless you want me to hold you until we get to the Pokemon Center.”

Dei stopped struggling, resorting to silently glaring at Eryn instead, and Eryn glared right back.

“You’d stretch out that cut if you moved around too much, so just let me handle it, alright?”

Retrieving Dei’s Pokeball, Eryn recalled the sulky Charmander, then turned to Kylie to check her over for injuries.

“You look like you can handle some walking, but what do you think? Wanna go back in your ball?”

Kylie blinked balefully up at her, then shook her head. “Maw.”

“Alright, you’re not in top shape, got it.” Eryn sighed, bending down. “Want a lift?”

Kylie grinned, hopping into Eryn’s arms. She wasn’t much heavier than Dei, despite being a steel-type, but Eryn figured her size played a large role in that.

“Hut! Off to the Pokemon Center we go!” Eryn said, shifting Kylie so her weight rested partially on a shoulder.

Route 2 || Sunset

“Alright, you two. Keep your eyes peeled for a, what was it, a ‘little blue reptile?’”

“Maw!” Kylie called, enthusiastic as always. Beside her, Dei was quiet, watching the Mawile through the corner of his eye. The team dynamic wasn’t quite there yet, and it was quite clear that Dei didn’t trust Kylie in the slightest. That said, the two had worked together when Eryn asked them to earlier in the day, so Eryn wasn’t the most worried about conflict during a battle. She was more interested in getting to know Kylie better, since the Mawile’s enthusiasm seemed, though sweet, a bit of a flat personality that she couldn’t imagine defining anyone. Sure there were people who seemed almost furiously happy all times of the day, but even they had their own problems, and when they fell into spells of sadness, they tended to fall deeper than most. Eryn wasn’t sure if Kylie fell into this category, but she figured she’d keep her eyes peeled for any signs of a character she’d need to take into account and work to strengthen.

That said, Route 2 wasn’t going to be easy going either, since she’d have to get through the Wet Caverns before she could get to Lakewatch Town. Water-types lurked throughout the path from here on, and Dei’s natural weakness to them wasn’t balanced by an advantage on her current team. She’d have to start thinking about what kind of grass-type she wanted, and soon. Such is what had drawn her interest to the mysterious “blue reptile” she’d learned about at the school, and though the details were vague, the possibility of seeing a rare Pokemon was thrilling on its own. However, she had no clues to go off, no good way to go about trying to find said Pokemon. If only Oaken were around to bounce ideas off. Despite his flaws, he had memorized a wealth of information that Eryn could only hope to match someday, and she figured that if her last encounter with him said anything, it was that he was a decent person under all the pretentious pragmatism.

“Well, off we go!” A grin on her face, Eryn led the way onto the route path, the sky a brilliant gradient of orange and purple above.

@Lord Wraith Post is in works, but it's been a slow process during a busy week. Ideally, I'll have something up by this weekend.

Eryn Montero

Pureplain City || Trainer School || Afternoon

When the Mawile met Eryn’s eyes the second time, Eryn was taken aback by the new intensity of the Mawile’s stare. Gone was the timidness, the lack of forethought Eryn had been expecting to see, and in its place she saw, for a brief moment, a glimpse of an individual who looked much too calculating for the Pokemon too shy to get honey themself.

And then the Mawile blinked, their call pitched in a way that reminded Eryn of the stereotypical fairy-type, all cute and cheery as the Mawile skipped over, allowing itself to be wrapped up into the Pokeball’s red beam with a prompt click of a button.

“Woah.” Eryn paused, turning to look at Dei. “Did you catch that?”

The Charmander harrumphed imperiously in response.

“You’re right. Maybe I was reading too much into it.” With a small frown, Eryn released the Mawile again, watching the Pokemon cautiously as it peered up with large, innocent eyes. Had she just imagined it?

“Well, moving on. Mawile, how do you feel about the name ‘Kyllene’? Kylie for short.”

There was a brief pause as the Mawile considered the name, and Eryn could’ve sworn she saw a flash of some emotion—annoyance?—flicker over the Mawile’s features. But, it was gone just as quickly as it’d come, and the Mawile was again all cheery smiles and big eyes.

“Maw,” she said, her larger jaws bobbing as she nodded.

“Great! Kylie, meet Dei. Dei, Kylie,” Eryn said, beaming.

As prompted, the two Pokemon looked at each other, Dei with his arms crossed and Kylie with an enthusiastic smile. “Maw!” Kylie called cheerily in greeting. When Dei didn’t respond, she moved to tackle him with arms outstretched—a hug, Eryn realized—but Dei immediately swivelled so his tail was between them, growling.

“Oh, Kylie, coming on too strong there. Let’s give the grump some room,” Eryn said, bending down to separate the two. “And Dei,” Eryn said, reaching for the Charmander so unhesitatingly that he was forced to move his tail to avoid burning her, “play nice.”

After giving both Pokemon a few gentle pats, Eryn straightened, glancing behind her to the Pokemon still feasting on the scattered honey. “Alright, what do you two say we get some training in?” Her eyes skimmed over the wild Pokemon. “Kylie, your Fairy Wind should do pretty well against any of the Purrloin around here, and Dei, well, Dei’s gotta get some work in sometime, and Purrloin aren’t the worst targets. So, let’s have you two tag team.”

The two Pokemon glanced at each other. Kylie smiled sweetly, clasping her hands together, to which Dei responded by silently baring his teeth. Not to be put down, Kylie tried a kind, drawn-out “Maw” along the tones of a whiny “why?” but with her larger pair of jaws gaping above, teeth glinting in the sun as the jaws flexed out in a yawn. To this, Dei crossed his arms, his teeth disappearing as he glared.

“Okay, we agreed then?” Eryn glanced between her Pokemon. Kylie chirped an affirmative “Maw” and Dei was silent, which in total was good enough for her.

“Great! Let’s start off with those two Purrloin over there.” Eryn pointed at two Purrloin to the edge of the crowd of Pokemon. “First let’s separate those two from the others. Kylie, a Fairy Wind should get their attention fairly quickly, so let’s start with that. Then, after we lead them a short distance away, Dei, add some Growls to weaken their attacks as Kylie continues with Fairy Wind.”

Her Pokemon nodded, then turned to face the Purrloin, Dei’s tail lashing behind him as Kylie whipped forth a Fairy Wind.


Eryn Montero

Pureplain City || Trainer School || Afternoon

“Alright! Good going, Dei!” Eryn beamed as Dei sped back to her side, grousing a “Char” to, presumably, let her know how much he apprciated the current situation. In response, Eryn gave him a few hefty pats on the back. “Oh, cheer up, ‘ya old grouch.”

Then, turning her attention to the Mawile again, Eryn held out the stick of honey. “Heya, Mawile. Here’s that honey you wanted.” Eryn paused, glancing over her shoulder to the scattered feasters. “But, just so you know, you don’t need to be hiding back here. You can totally claim your share, and I can help you do just that. So how about it?” Eryn grinned, pulling out a Pokeball. “Tag along with me and get strong alongside this grouch over here?”

Hearing his name, Dei exhaled a smoky gust of air, giving the Mawile a distrustful side eye but otherwise not responding.

“I promise he’s all bark, but I’ll help both of you sharpen your bites enough to claim as much honey as you’d want.” Eryn continued holding the stick out for the Mawile, hoping that—fingers crossed—the steel-type would take the peace offering and give her offer some consideration.


Everly Srisati
1996-02-01 | 22 | Thai
Single || Heterosexual
Some High School | Restaurant Co-owner / College Student
Physical Profile

Miscellaneous Items
Appearance Details
Everly cuts her hair once a year: on her birthday. Her eyes are her measure, and she leaves it an inch or so past her collarbone. Her hair is usually down during the day, and her eyes are always ringed with dark circles. Her clothes tend to be a tad oversized, and her shoes are all battered and in need of replacement. In terms of her closet, she sticks to muted tones, staying away from anything that stands out from the crowd. Add that to her small stature and thin frame and most people would easily end up overlooking her—or mistaking her for a child.

When she’s headed out for a job, Everly prefers an all-black ensemble consisting of a skin-tight jumpsuit, boots or improvised leather and cloth wraps, gloves, and a knit face mask that covers everything except her eyes. She buns her hair under the mask and adds a coat when it’s cold, and she keeps what few tools she needs in an armband.

Quiet, pensive, and watchful, Everly presents an apathetic confidence for most things, and she has a bit of a stubborn streak when she thinks she’s right. This side of her, though, is as much a front as a way of life she’s been forced to adopt, having stepped into the parental role for her younger sister at an age when she wasn’t yet done making decisions for herself. Hard choices had to be made, and Everly made them on her own. Being a practical and goal-orientated person, she sticks to schedules and keeps with priorities. Stress, therefore, isn’t so much a part of her life as adrenaline, and she’s developed a flat decisiveness over the years to compliment her growing independence.

Everly’s sharpness comes in terms of her watchfulness, and she prefers observation over action if possible. That said, she’s also developed a set of fast reflexes, and she isn’t afraid to stand up for what she thinks is right, nor would she fail to stand up for those she cares about. While she rarely interacts with anyone aside from her sister and Tim, having given up on friends a long while ago, she doesn’t mind this much. Those she cares about, though, Everly would do anything to protect, but as a result of past events she has a streak of distrustfulness that she finds hard to shake. She often finds herself overly critical of others, reading into subtle actions and trying to see the worst in everything, but that’s the way she’s learned to survive. The trust she’d put in her parents had hardly been reciprocated, it seemed, and though she tries to break out of the mold, she often finds herself following their footsteps when it comes to caring for her sister.
Character Synopsis
The Golden Harbor is a small Chinese restaurant located in the grey area between where Santa Celia ends and the Arido Valley begins, and its rough rabble of regular clientele consists mostly of people who come for the cheap prices rather than the food itself, which varies from mediocre to decent depending on who’s cooking. Everly’s listed here as a co-owner after she bought half the shop from Tim, the original owner, who started out as her landlord four years ago when she arrived in California for college, her sister at her side and her parents nowhere to be found despite them promising to be on the next flight over. From her sister’s perspective, Everly was currently a part-time college student, part-time restaurant owner, and the second only by virtue of sheer luck and some endless generosity on Tim’s part. Having taken two years to settle down in Santa Celia, Everly was only a sophomore now, but she doesn’t mind it much. She went not so much for herself as for her sister, who she absolutely intended on sending off to college, and—though she hated to admit it—for her parents, who’d enthusiastically encouraged her budding aptitude for math all those years ago. This decision, however, has her away from home more often than not, but she does manage a day off every now and then by virtue of being, in essence, self-employed.

Her job at the Golden Harbor is intentionally difficult to explain. Tim was the one in charge of the day-to-day business, from hiring staff to seeing to customers. Everly, on the other hand, manages the finances, writing the checks and filing the taxes when needed. While she did check in on the shop every other day, she did so more to keep up appearances and take some food to go. That the restaurant had been doing significantly better ever since Tim brought her on probably hadn’t escaped him, but he took the increased cut of pay silently. When it came to the numbers, he never asked questions, and in return Everly kept his restaurant running smoothly and against all odds.

Everly’s night job was where the difference between profit and deficit came from, and she prefers not to term it. She took from those that took, and she gave to those who give. Usually, her targets were small fish in the world of organized crime—the tax collectors or small-time robbers she managed to pinpoint. Hit enough of them and there was a sizable pile of cash. Though she does take a small cut for herself and Tim, the rest is upcycled, courtesy of the restaurant, to nonprofits benefiting those disadvantaged by the current criminal system. There was little to be said about the legalities of the matter, but as she liked to see it, she was merely taking matters into her own hands. After all, considering that it’d been four years since her parents had sent her and her sister to California, hoping that the distance could save the girls from the mafia’s death threats, and that it’d been four years since Everly had heard from her parents, Everly figured it was about time she did.

Abilities & Skills

Catoptric Teleportation | Everly is able to teleport via reflective surfaces as long as she knows where and through which “mirror” her destination lies. Keeping in mind the specific mirror through which her desired destination is accessible, she is able to essentially convert the mirror into a portal, and as long as some part of her is touching the mirror, the portal will remain live. The reflective surface, however, does not have to be one-sided; glass panes are also possible access points as long as there is a light source nearby to allow reflections to be possible.

Limitation(s) | For a surface to be counted as a “mirror,” it must be reflective, meaning there must be a light source present to allow reflection. To allow Everly to pass through, though, the surface must present an unbroken reflective—be smooth enough to allow a near-perfect reflection. Uneven surfaces like bent, textured, or paned glass, therefore, would be either ineligible due to them distorting the reflection or count as separate pieces of glass.

Material-wise, a mirror usually constitutes of glass for Everly, though she has been able to use well-polished metal. The metal, though, would have to be polished to the point of being able to serve as a mirror.

Size constraints must be kept in mind since the portals cannot expand beyond the edge of the mirror. Thus, whatever Everly is trying to pass through the mirror must fit through both the mirrors she is passing through, meaning that the mirror must be big enough for her to at least dive headfirst through if she wishes to pass through it.

When it comes to passing something through the mirror, Everly must be touching the mirror the entire time the object is inside. The moment she isn’t, the portal closes, and the object—if still inside—is cut cleanly between the two locations, courtesy of the mirrors.

For Everly to open the portal, she needs to have in mind the image of both the destination and the mirror through which she wishes to pass through, and this image should be from the perspective from looking out a mirror. Meaning, if she doesn’t know her destination, she cannot pass through the mirror, even if she knows that one exists.

Weakness(es) | Shattering a mirror as Everly is using it will render that mirror unusable since a portal will only remain open if the image in Everly’s mind matches the mirror she wishes to travel through. In addition, interrupting Everly’s focus will also close the portal since it is vital that she keeps the image of her destination in mind. Any sudden difference between the image in Everly’s head and the mirror she is trying to pass through will cause the portal to close and consequently cut anything still between the mirrors, including Everly herself.

Catoptric Scrying | By picturing the reflective surface through which she wishes to look through, Everly is able to use any “mirror” as a scrying glass to look out another, as if connecting the two mirrors into one pane of glass. In this way, Everly is both able to see and be seen through the other mirror. Everly can use this ability to watch through the mirror, allowing her to gather information from a remote location. It should be noted, though, that visual information is the only thing gatherable through this method since nothing but light travels through the mirror.

Everly’s preferred use of this ability, though, is to prep for teleportation since using this ability will show her a current-time picture of her destination, thus allowing her to open the portal through the mirrors. When she uses these powers together, the mirror essentially becomes a direct window to what the other mirror is facing, allowing both sides to see each other.

Limitation(s) | The same textural and material limits for apply for scrying as they do teleporting. Size-wise, though, the qualifications for scrying are comparatively easier to satisfy since Everly can use mirrors of any size to scry. Looking from a bigger mirror into a smaller one will yield an exact, true-sized view through the smaller mirror. Looking from smaller to bigger mirrors, though, will result in the view through the bigger one being cropped to fit the parameters of the smaller mirror. In both scenarios, Everly will need to picture how exactly the mirror she is using will overlay onto the mirror through which she will look, almost as if the two mirrors were to stick back-to-back to form a glass panel.

In order for Everly to scry, the mirror must also be fixed in place. That is, it cannot be mobile, or have moved from where Everly believes it to be. Although Everly can theoretically look through a mirror she sees in a photograph, she would have to have a rough idea of where the mirror is physically, and the mirror must be where she believes it to be for her to be able to scry through it, meaning if Everly believes the mirror to be on the desk, or in one city, it cannot be on the drawer, or in another city. Physically, the mirror should be exactly where Everly thinks it is, and Everly should also know the rough coordinates of where it is to be able to scry through it.

It should also be noted that a mirror, for Everly’s powers to work, is flat, and what it reflects is static in that trying to tilt one mirror will not tilt the view out the other mirror and vice-versa. Leaning to one side or another, too, will not yield different views since the mirror does not present a three-dimensional image.

Weakness(es) | Just like with teleportation, breaking the mirror will change the parameters of what is being defined as a mirror and therefore cause the scrying to fail, as will interrupting Everly while she is scrying.


Financial Literacy | Having grown up in a household where money was tight, Everly worked hard from a young age to be able to help her parents manage. Though her parents choose to keep her in the dark in an effort to protect her, her knowledge came into use when she arrived in California with nothing but documents and her enrollment in college. From filing taxes to budgeting, Everly manages her own finances, and her work at the restaurant attests to how her knowledge has developed.

Lock Picker | As much access as her powers give her, Everly knew from day one that she’d best pick up a few more skills, and one of the skills she chose was lock picking. In combination with her powers, lock picking allows her access to virtually anywhere she wants inside a normal lock-and-key building, and Everly has confidence in her ability to get in and out unnoticed.

Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu | Seeing as Everly’s power often put her in environments where she was a viable target, she knew she needed to pick up some self-defense skill. However, given her size, she also knew that her best bet would be a discipline focused on technique rather than strength, and jiu-jitsu offered her that. She’s been a loyal student at the local dojo for nearly a year now with three two-hour sessions a week, and though she still has ways to go—since she has to make up for what she lacked in physical strength and size with skill—she could probably take an untrained individual down with the element of surprise or timing on her side.

Bilingual | Everly speaks both English and Thai fluently, having grown up using Thai around the house. These days, though, Everly reserves it for her sister, mixing it with English when at home.

Home Cook | Having basically grown up in a Thai restaurant, Everly’s no stranger to the kitchen, and she can easily put together a decent meal. Though she usually falls back on the restaurant for food, she does occasionally help out in the kitchen, whipping up specials for customers and crew members that know what they’re looking for—with extras to take home, of course.

Supporting Cast
Emily Srisati | Everly’s younger sister by six years, Emily’s currently a junior in high school, and she takes her courses online. A hard worker and quiet person in general, Emily maintains the apartment when Everly’s out, keeping the place clean and stocked with necessities. Everly’s grateful for her sister’s lack of adolescent angst, but she often finds herself wishing that Emily could be different from how she herself was as a child. Still, Everly wouldn’t trade her sister for the world, and she would do anything to keep Emily safe.

Kasom and Sopa Srisati | Everly’s parents immigrated to America in their late twenties, hoping to give their children the opportunities they hadn’t had. Having taken a loan out to open their own restaurant, they struggled to make ends meet for their children but fell victim to unfortunate circumstances in America’s changing criminal system. Since one final phone call four years ago, they’ve gone silent, and Everly knows neither where they are nor whether or not she’d forgive them for making all her decisions for her.

Timothy Cho | The original sole owner of the Golden Harbor, Tim’s a private man who keeps to himself as well as a landlord to a few properties around Santa Celia. His tenants, though, know him to be a firm but gentle soul who reduces rent when circumstances are tough, and Everly’s personal experience with this puts her in his debt. She holds great respect for him and knows he’ll put his cut of profit to good use, and she reciprocates his silence with her own.

Hugo Ferraz | Though not a large man by most standards, Hugo maintains an intimidating stature into his middle ages. A Brazilian jiu-jitsu black belt, he’d been a regular in the Brazilian nationals in his prime, but he was forced to retire after an unfortunate car accident left him with a weak back. Turning his retirement into an opportunity, Hugo moved to the states and opened his own school in sunny southern California, where there seemed to be no shortage of health enthusiasts registering for his classes. These days, he mainly watches over the school’s operations and classes, and his inscrutable stone face can often be seen looking over practice sessions.

Madame Su | The aging owner of the Lucky Pawn Shop whose eyes and ears aren’t what they used to be. Luckily, she has the family help when it comes to running her shop, and her prices—for people she likes—are relatively fair. Her business spans the port and beyond, but Everly mainly turns to her for her discretion, since selling internationally means trails tend to go cold. She maintains a cordial relationship with Everly, who abides by her friendly nosiness.

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