Pathei Mathos

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

_{Brynn Wild}

^{Close by @TheIrishJJ, @TheUnknowable, & @Overlord24}

I clung to the trunk of the tree in hopes of staying hidden. I could just barely make out what the two - wait, now three, men looked like, let alone what they were saying. Two sounding very formal and militant, most likely Regime soldiers. The other, however, sounded like he was fumbling on his words, possibly a young kid. 'Another rebel? ..gods help him. Hope he makes it out of there.' I looked down at Vi who was still crouched in the bush below me, thinking to myself, 'If something goes down, we'll be there to help.' Placing my hand over my chest where Grimm's ball was safely tucked away in my sleeveless vest beneath my jacket, I whispered under my breath, "They won't take any more of us." Vi began to get restless below me, and I could feel it.. but could they see her? From above, I could just barely make out her head and ears, enough to know she was still there at least. I'd hoped she'd picked a thick enough bush that from a straight on view, she couldn't be seen. '-a long time since she met another of her species.' I focus my eyes over to the group ahead, and just make out two men ^{as I'd assumed} in Regime soldier outfits, and the young boy standing with them. Much smaller than the two giant soldiers standing before him. Staying put in my tree, I hardly allow myself to breath and remain as still as a statue in attempts to not be seen. I needed to get out of here, but not till they dispersed. There was too much action around here, and I needed to be back on the move at least make it into New York by morning. I had about another hour of travel left before I could accomplish that.

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The Wolves of Mercy Falls [ High-Casual ]

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Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

<Snipped quote by TheIrishJJ>

I'd rather not. But then again that could be my flaming hatred of a lot of what's in the show.

@Natsucooldude

What don't you like about the show? That they don't have a specific set number of moves?

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

Looks like a large part of this group is about to run into each other all at once x) This oughta be interesting!

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

_{Brynn Wild}

It'd been approximately a month and a half since I'd left what was once known as my home. Our journey left us on the outskirts of New York. People of the town had been talking behind closed doors of a Rebellion, and how they'd join up with other members in upstate New York where safe passage may be offered. I'd heard of several situations where the Regime would spread rumors such as these to capture members of the rebellion, but I had to find out for myself. I wasn't about to wait and miss out on a potential opportunity, but I'd be as cautious as possible upon closing in on the safe place. From a distance shot a loud explosion and a dark flash that spread out across the city sky. My eyes met Vi's, who tucked tail and ran for a nearby bush under a fairly large willow tree in a neighborhood yard. Kicking the small log out into the street from the small fire Vi made for us to keep warm, I grabbed my pack and took a running start at the tree Vi hid beneath. Leaping as high as I could, I grabbed on to a couple branches and pulled myself up into the tree, climbing up midway to keep me out of immediate sight. No one would find me in my dark clothing unless they were really looking for me. I could see Vi below me staring back into the direction it all came from and hunkered down, hair raising up on her hide quarters and teeth bared in a menacing smile. I, too, looked the same way and could now hear men yelling out orders, from. Yelling wasn't the only thing I heard. I heard footsteps. Loud ones. As if the person was running, quite possibly from the group of men off in the distance. Making sure Vi stayed low in the thick brush, I held my breath as the steps grew louder, and closer thinking to myself, "This isn't it."

_{EDIT: Directed at @Overlord24, but @TheUnknowable, since you already posted while I was in the process of doing so, it could be either of you. x)}

Pokemon: Rise of the Rebellion

♦Name♦
"My name is Bronwyn Wild, but I just go by Brynn. No need for the full name. I hate it, anyway."
♦Gender♦
"Is it that hard to tell? I'm a female, you uncultured swine."
♦Age♦
"21-years of age."
♦Other♦
"I've got combat skills. Grimm, Vi and I train, it's not just on them when it comes to protection between us. I can fight."
♦Personality♦
"I guess you could say I'm your typical loner. Kind of a rebel, as well, honestly. Not the hard-core types, but one all the same. I care deeply, and love purely. Throughout the years of hardships I've faced, I manage to keep a soft spirit and a kind heart. I'm a fighter. I stand up for what's right in the world. Not much that's right about it, now, but.. I don't give up. Nor am I easily intimidated by the Regime, or anyone else. Stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed.. whatever you may call it. All of the above, I guess. I don't give up easy, that's for sure. I doubt you'll find another girl quite like me."
♦Background♦
"I lost my mother when I was young, and my father. Well, he was never around back in the day, but out of the blue decided to pop back into my life. Come to find out, my father is a high ranking Regime Officer. Makes me hate him even more. I've pretty much been on my own since I was 12-years-old. Luckily when I was 14, nearly 15, I found Grimm. Since then, he and I have thrived pretty well.. for a couple of orphans, anyway. We've stayed out of the Regime's eye for the most part, up until my father mysteriously found us. We only take what we need but we always give back - except for Grimm's pokeball. I'm not giving that back, obviously. I found it on the road, where it must have fallen out of a Regime transport truck."
♦Pokemon♦
"On Regime books, I've got my female Vulpix, named 'V'. What they don't know, is I've also got a second Pokemon. A male Cubone I've named Grimm."
♦Pokemon Background♦
"My Cubone, Grimm has been with me 6, almost 7 years. Grimm and I were truly meant for one another. I lost my mother when I was just 11-years-old, on the brink of turning 12, to liver failure. Come to find out later, she was a heavy alcoholic. Anyway, I was out in the woods moping around while attempting to gather some firewood before dark when I, quite literally, stumbled upon a small Pokemon. I picked up the logs I'd dropped in the process to turn back to the Pokemon to find it was crying, sitting up against a bush. Leaves, branches and scuff marks covered the ground, ugly scars left on tree trunks that now oozed it's lifeblood _sap.... The poor Pokemon had tear stains running through the dirt layer on his face mask. His crying grew louder from the moment I gazed his way. I felt sorry for him. I'd heard stories of the Cubone Pokemon, and thinking back on them now, I could relate to it. I got down on one knee, setting aside my scrawny logs to free my hands so I could pull out the bandanna from my back pocket. With it, I held up my hand to show him I had no weapon and I meant no harm. The Cubone's crying stopped almost instantly and he watched me with weary eyes, probably not sure what to do in the moment. Let me in, or run. I'd have chosen the latter if I was him, I wouldn't have blamed him. With a cautious hand, I wiped his mask clean of both tears and dirt. I picked up his club and held it out to him as I murmured, "My mother's gone, too. You'll see yours again, one day." I got up once he took his club back, gathering my things and leaving. To my surprise, a few minutes up the road the very same Cubone was in my path, staring me down with a kind smile. He had to have cut through the forest to beat me there, but there he stood. The Cubone followed me all the way home, and ever has followed me every step of the way since. I am his, and Grimm is mine.
How I came across Vee is, well. It's a different story, I'll tell you that. When my father, Rhaeger Cross ^{the Regime Officer} reappeared in my life, he taught me quite a bit about how to avoid the Regime and how to properly train my pokemon. Honestly, that's the only thing I'm grateful about him giving me, besides V. Before parting ways, my father handed me a deep red Cherish Ball and told me it was a gift from my mother. I released the pokemon to find a small Vulpix with five tails, hence the name V. Roman numeral for five. Had it not been sent by my mother, I'd have given it back. V remains the only pokemon in my possession on Regime records, thanks to my father.
The relationship I have with V isn't as strong as the one I have with Grimm, but each shares mutual respect between trainer and pokemon. I've run into trainers who treat their pokemon much like the Regime do to their 'service pokemon'. Master and Servant. It's disgusting. Pokemon deserve to be treated better. They're much like us. On the run, afraid and alone. Why shouldn't they be treated the same as we'd treat another human being?"
♦Appearance♦
"I have dark brown eyes and the hair to match them. My hair length extends down to my chest and remains straight until it gets humid, then it gets a bit of a wavy curl going on. Standing straight, I peak at about 5'10" and weight approximately 145lbs. Slim, athletic build."
♦Outfit & Pack♦
"Plain black snapback hat. White v-neck, short-sleeve t-shirt. Black, sleeveless vest. Black boots. Black pants. Dark brown bomber jacket. Black sling backpack with included camelbak and side-pouch bottle."
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^{(Face Claim: Hailee Steinfeld)}

The Wolves of Mercy Falls [ High-Casual ]

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A Tattooed Girl's Many Faces

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♦Name♦
"My name is Bronwyn Wild, but I just go by Brynn. No need for the full name. I hate it, anyway."
♦Gender♦
"Is it that hard to tell? I'm a female, you uncultured swine."
♦Age♦
"21-years of age."
♦Other♦
"I've got combat skills. Grimm, Vi and I train, it's not just on them when it comes to protection between us. I can fight."
♦Personality♦
"I guess you could say I'm your typical loner. Kind of a rebel, as well, honestly. Not the hard-core types, but one all the same. I care deeply, and love purely. Throughout the years of hardships I've faced, I manage to keep a soft spirit and a kind heart. I'm a fighter. I stand up for what's right in the world. Not much that's right about it, now, but.. I don't give up. Nor am I easily intimidated by the Regime, or anyone else. Stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed.. whatever you may call it. All of the above, I guess. I don't give up easy, that's for sure. I doubt you'll find another girl quite like me."
♦Background♦
"I lost my mother when I was young, and my father. Well, he was never around back in the day, but out of the blue decided to pop back into my life. Come to find out, my father is a high ranking Regime Officer. Makes me hate him even more. I've pretty much been on my own since I was 12-years-old. Luckily when I was 14, nearly 15, I found Grimm. Since then, he and I have thrived pretty well.. for a couple of orphans, anyway. We've stayed out of the Regime's eye for the most part, up until my father mysteriously found us. We only take what we need but we always give back - except for Grimm's pokeball. I'm not giving that back, obviously. I found it on the road, where it must have fallen out of a Regime transport truck."
♦Pokemon♦
"On Regime books, I've got my female Vulpix, named 'V'. What they don't know, is I've also got a second Pokemon. A male Cubone I've named Grimm."
♦Pokemon Background♦
"My Cubone, Grimm has been with me 6, almost 7 years. Grimm and I were truly meant for one another. I lost my mother when I was just 11-years-old, on the brink of turning 12, to liver failure. Come to find out later, she was a heavy alcoholic. Anyway, I was out in the woods moping around while attempting to gather some firewood before dark when I, quite literally, stumbled upon a small Pokemon. I picked up the logs I'd dropped in the process to turn back to the Pokemon to find it was crying, sitting up against a bush. Leaves, branches and scuff marks covered the ground, ugly scars left on tree trunks that now oozed it's lifeblood _sap.... The poor Pokemon had tear stains running through the dirt layer on his face mask. His crying grew louder from the moment I gazed his way. I felt sorry for him. I'd heard stories of the Cubone Pokemon, and thinking back on them now, I could relate to it. I got down on one knee, setting aside my scrawny logs to free my hands so I could pull out the bandanna from my back pocket. With it, I held up my hand to show him I had no weapon and I meant no harm. The Cubone's crying stopped almost instantly and he watched me with weary eyes, probably not sure what to do in the moment. Let me in, or run. I'd have chosen the latter if I was him, I wouldn't have blamed him. With a cautious hand, I wiped his mask clean of both tears and dirt. I picked up his club and held it out to him as I murmured, "My mother's gone, too. You'll see yours again, one day." I got up once he took his club back, gathering my things and leaving. To my surprise, a few minutes up the road the very same Cubone was in my path, staring me down with a kind smile. He had to have cut through the forest to beat me there, but there he stood. The Cubone followed me all the way home, and ever has followed me every step of the way since. I am his, and Grimm is mine.
How I came across Vee is, well. It's a different story, I'll tell you that. When my father, Rhaeger Cross ^{the Regime Officer} reappeared in my life, he taught me quite a bit about how to avoid the Regime and how to properly train my pokemon. Honestly, that's the only thing I'm grateful about him giving me, besides V. Before parting ways, my father handed me a deep red Cherish Ball and told me it was a gift from my mother. I released the pokemon to find a small Vulpix with five tails, hence the name V. Roman numeral for five. Had it not been sent by my mother, I'd have given it back. V remains the only pokemon in my possession on Regime records, thanks to my father.
The relationship I have with V isn't as strong as the one I have with Grimm, but each shares mutual respect between trainer and pokemon. I've run into trainers who treat their pokemon much like the Regime do to their 'service pokemon'. Master and Servant. It's disgusting. Pokemon deserve to be treated better. They're much like us. On the run, afraid and alone. Why shouldn't they be treated the same as we'd treat another human being?"
♦Appearance♦
"I have dark brown eyes and the hair to match them. My hair length extends down to my chest and remains straight until it gets humid, then it gets a bit of a wavy curl going on. Standing straight, I peak at about 5'10" and weight approximately 145lbs. Slim, athletic build."
♦Outfit & Pack♦
"Plain black snapback hat. White v-neck, short-sleeve t-shirt. Black, sleeveless vest. Black boots. Black pants. Dark brown bomber jacket. Black sling backpack with included camelbak and side-pouch bottle."
2.0

^{(Face Claim: Hailee Steinfeld)}

The Wolves of Mercy Falls [ High-Casual ]

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