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Claire Terrane [+]

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Name: Claire Terrane
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Ayero
Weapon: An heirloom family sword that, despite it's age has never lost its sharpness or durability. It was locked away in a display - her parents wanted to sell it to pay off their debts, but after becoming the head of the house, she decided it was time to put it to good use. It has a surprisingly simply, yet elegant design. The blade shines with an unnatural beauty during the day, and magnificently reflects the rays of the sun. The cross guard is a strong, durable steel that has been plated with gold and inlaid with a ruby. The grip seems to always be warm to the touch no matter where it is. She has a elegant, yet ruthless fighting style and will not hesitate to use force to accomplish her goals.
Appearance:

Claire stands around average height for a woman her age, though that doesn't make her any less intimidating to be around. Strong and fit, she is able to match most men in terms of strength and battle ability and she seems to radiate an aura of confidence. Her skin seems to have a constant tan, a side effect from her training sessions with Groudon and other training she does outdoors. Her hair is a warm golden color some of her previous suitors have likened to the suns rays on a warm summer day, and her brown eyes seem to almost be red in color. She doesn't usually style her hair, preferring it to let it hang naturally. She wears her armor most of the time when out on business and when meeting other nobles, or training. The armor is surprisingly durable, yet made of an extremely durable dark gray and blue cloth and steel polished to a silver sheen. She has a ceremonial cape she only wears during formal meetings, simply for appearances. The cape is a light red color, and has the emblem of the Terrrane house emblazoned on it. Do not mistake the cape for a handicap. She can fight just as well in it as without it.

Personality: Claire is a strong, independent and ambitious woman, who doesn't like being told what to do and always sticks unerringly to her beliefs and decisions, never backing down even if it gets her into trouble or hurts someone she's close to. Her stubborn pride wouldn't let her do that, not without a ton of convincing from someone she considers a close friend. Currently, she only has two goals. Restore her house to the super power that it once was, and punish the morphs for taking her best friend from her. However, despite her serious, ruthless nature she has a reputation for, she isn't always like that, and in fact is quite torn between what she should be doing.

For those who manage to stick with her despite her serious, somewhat stubborn exterior, they'll find a girl who is secretly somewhat insecure and torn about what she should do. Her main motivation for doing things is vengeance against the morphs for taking her best friend and partner from her. She has been filled with nothing but hate for the morphs since that day. She realizes her friend wouldn't approve of her behavior, and it's not a healthy mindset, but she can't help it. Whenever confronted with a morph, she is filled with an anger she can barely keep under control. She tries to rein it in, and she does succeed usually, but sometimes...sometimes, she just can't help it.

When alone, or not doing any duties that pertain to her nobility or other such things, she is surprisingly rather lax and laid back. Her favorite pastime of which - is napping under the sun in some secluded place under a tree. While her duties are many and most never see her do this, anytime she's not working or doing other things, she can be found laying down on some grassy plain or forest and blocking out the rest of the world as though it wasn't there.

While not overly intelligent or what some might call 'book smart', Claire does have a fair bit of street smarts from her troublemaker days and can be quite clever should she need to. However, she does try to remain rational in most situations, especially in battle or dealing with other people. She always tries to remain rational and rely on what she thinks the best outcome would be for the majority, as that's what logic dictates, even if it would mean someone would have to be hurt or she would have to leave someone behind. That said, she's not heartless and it pains her to do such things and if at all possible such a situation should be avoided. But, if it is for the greater good, she won't hesitate.

Many think for this reason, she isn't very friendly nor does she have many friends. However, she does try but tends to be rather awkward when making small talk or or talking anything other than business. Often times, she'll trip over her words and seem like a complete idiot. Her only friend is Groudon, if you could call the super ancient pokemon that. As a result, she tends to keep conversations quick, short, and to the point. Most people are too intimidated by her appearance and attitude to get to know her otherwise, much to her dismay. The large pokemon that follows her around doesn't help much either. She tends to also be wary around Nobles and other people of power, if only because she herself, questions what 'nobility' and 'honor' is. Something she grew up knowing nothing about.

Above all though, her two personal missions come first. Vengeance, and rebuilding her families glory and power. She will not tolerate anyone who gets in the way of these objectives, and serves the crown of Ayero without hesitation....for now.

Biography: Claire is the second child of the Terrane family in Ayero, during a hot sunny day in the middle of summer. Unfortunately, she had been an accident - her parents had not intended to have any other children, simply because they were unsure if they could support one with the way their family was doing. Not that they didn't love her, in fact, they were more than delighted to have another child. They simply knew the extra stress another child would have on their already declining status as nobles. Years of bad harvests, mining operations, and other setbacks had taken a toll on the family. They had been nobles in Ayero for centuries. Ever since the Ayero kingdom was founded, some of the house members say. They were determined to keep it that way, and with her older brother being named the next head of the house they couldn't take the chance she could start something that would be detrimental to them. As such, they decided to leave Claire out of the nobility. She would be raised by her grandfather, though they wouldn't let her go alone. Before she left at the age of six, they sent the families Gallade with her, to watch over her and make sure she was safe.

So, she grew up with her grandfather, an old man by the name of Alderic and her Gallade not even caring about nobility. She didn't even consider herself a noble growing up, though she did harbor some resentment to her family for sending her away, she did understand, at least a little why they did it. She had Gallade became close friends, and to a lesser extent Alderic. As a kid, she went everywhere with Gallade, and Gallade never left her side. To her, he was like the father she was never going to have. Of course, Alderic was there but he was a smelly old man and they didn't like him.

Growing up, she and Gallade remained close, even if they started to have different personalities. Hers, the mischievous troublemaker and him always the one having to bail her out of dangerous situations, and though he always made sure to discipline her for it, the two wouldn't have had it any other way. They were inseparable, as one might say. Occasionally, her parents would visit to see how she was doing, or write letters, but as far as she was concerned, nobility wasn't her life. She didn't care about it, and she had no intention of being one. She wouldn't make a good leader anyways. She was much too lazy, at least that's what she told herself.

It wasn't until she was almost killed by her antics at the hands of some street thugs when she was thirteen that her grandfather start teaching her how to use a blade. She resisted at first. She didn't think she should have to learn the way of the sword. To her, it was simply another chore that took up her free time. It wasn't until a few more mishaps that she started to take swordsmanship seriously. When she did, Alderic, her grandfather was impressed. She was a natural at it. She had more talent then most men or boys had at her age. Not to mention, she had the perfect sparring partner to help her hone her own skills - Gallade, who happily assisted in her training.

To Alderic, it was clear that Claire was going to do great things. Maybe it was an old mans silly wishful thinking, but he decided to tell her the family legend of Groudon. Something she didn't even know existed. With anything educational or not remotely related to slacking off or swordplay, she wasn't that interested, but she listened, if only with halfhearted interest in the subject. Legendary pokemon just wasn't her thing. It was part of her parents nobility. Something she had been brought up to not even care about, and she didn't. It was obvious she wasn't interested, so Alderic stopped, much to her own pleasure. She continued living her life in relative ease, without any worries about stupid nobility or such.

Unfortunately, her days as a lazy-good for nothing vagabond were soon to be put to an end. Sometime around when she was 18 Her and Gallade had decided to go train in the forest one day, at the urging of Gallade. He wanted to see how good she had gotten again. She obliged, if somewhat reluctant since he had woken her from her regularly scheduled nap time. However, they didn't know a small group of Morphs had taken up residence within the forest - the group of which, had just fled some humans who were hunting them. Claire and Gallade, happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

They stumbled upon where the Morphs were making their makeshift shelter. The morphs, having just fled some humans assumed they were after them, and had come to capture or kill them. Claire tried to reason with them, but it was in vain. After a brief, heated exchanging of words, one of the Morphs attacked Gallade. After that, it went to hell before anyone could even realize what had happened. The morphs attacked, and they fought back. Gallade easily handled himself. He was a very skillful pokemon, if a bit old. Unfortunately, Claire couldn't even handle a few of the morphs herself. She doesn't remember much about what happened after being attacked, just the most important parts to her. A flash of electricity. Gallade suddenly in front of her. Him falling, giving her a weak smile as he fell to the ground and being enveloped in a soothing light as he teleported her away, back into the forest.

Immediately, she tried to find her way back to the place where the fight had been, but she was too late. By the time she had got back Gallade had died. She fell, her legs unable to support her as they turned to jelly. She doesn't remember how long she had stayed there, clutching the dead pokemons' body and just crying. Gallade had been more to a father to her than her own parents had ever been. Hell, he was her best friend. He may have been the only friend she ever even had since her shenanigans made her the town troublemaker and most people were wary of her, even the other kids she grew up with now. By the time her grandfather had come to look for her, it was nightfall. They buried Gallade on a small hill not far from town, her favorite spot where she napped or just generally looked up at the skies whenever she could get out of working.

For a time, she was just completely lost to grief, blaming herself for what had happened. If only she had been stronger. If only she hadn't been so lazy, if only she had tried to actually do something other than just goof off all the time...maybe, maybe she wouldn't have let herself be surrounded like that. She began to train daily, after this, losing herself in her work. Until she remembered the legend of Groudon her Grandfather tried to tell her all those years ago. She went in, and demanded he tell her. He was reluctant at first, but eventually gave in once she said she was going to find the pokemon whether he helped her or not.

The legends didn't really give her much to go on, but after doing some research herself, she came to the conclusion that Groudon would most likely be resting somewhere deep in the earth, where it could probably sleep in magma comfortably after its titanic battle with Kyogre. First, she set off towards her parents estate. Without even asking, she went in and grabbed the families hierloom sword, a set of armor and 'borrowed' a pidgeot from her brother, Lucas. She flew to the one place where she thought was most likely to hold the ancient pokemon. An ancient volcano that had been long dormant. Needless to say, her parents were less than thrilled when they found out, but by then she was long gone.

She made her way to the ancient volcano, releasing the Pidgeot when she landed. It didn't take her long to find a way inside the volcano. It was difficult, at first, but thankfully she managed to get through the upper caves without much trouble, finding her way through the darkness until she made it deeper into the earth. It took her awhile, and she began to quesiton whether this was actually a good idea. However, her doubts were washed away soon. Small pools of magma began to light her way. With a confident grin, she strode forward until she reached the scorching depths of the volcano.

And that's when she saw it. The colossal pokemon from the ancient legends. It was covered in hardened magma, most likely in an effort to heal itself after its battle with Kyogre. And that's, when things got a little...heated. Without warning, the ground began to heave, the long dormant pools of magma in the pit below her began to flow, and the ancient pokemon began to awaken. Groudon began to move, moving its way upwards towards the surface at a speed she couldn't keep up with. And that's when, the magma began to get a bit too close for comfort.

She headed back above ground, making much better time than when she descended (mainly thanks to the tunnels filling with magma.) After finally making it out, she was confronted by the colossal pokemon. At first, she was slightly terrified. What was she supposed to do? She felt as though the pokemon was sizing her up, as if seeing if she was worthy to control it. Then, something rather, odd happened...the ancient pokemon simply laid down on the ground, and began to nap again. And thus began their somewhat odd relationship.

After a bit of pushing, She finally managed to get Groudon to return home with her. Much to her parents surprise - they had never thought the super ancient pokemon even existed in the first place. So, after a few days of discussion, they named her the new head of the house. Lucas, didn't object, if only because he didn't really care much for the nobility anyways, and would rather spend money than find ways to help his family grow.

After that, Claire managed to stabilize her families funds. Settle the families debts, sell a large chunk of their land, and re-open the mine, the main source of their families income that had been closed due to the fact of increasingly large management costs due to her parents lack of skill in the area. For a time, managing her house was all she did. It was all she had time for, really. Learning to act like a proper noble around others and not openly insult them like she was so used to doing was quite difficult. After a few years though, she finally reached the point where she could travel a bit without having someone make a mess of things.

In this time, Groudon and her have become good friends, if an odd pair. One thing Claire does realize, however, is that Groudon is hardly the god-like pokemon in her families legends. Either the legends are just that, legends, or he has been weakened after centuries of slumber. Either way, she seeks some way to return him to his former power. It would only help her family, after all. However, she will still use Groudon even in his current state to do everything she can to help Ayero, her House, and her own personal agenda.

Other: "What is Honor? What is Nobility? I've never claimed to have known. If I am Noble and honorable, then good. If not, then It matters not. Nobility and honor ultimately mean little to me. All I want, is for my family to have Glory and to restore us to the power we once had. If I become a villain to achieve these goals, it matters not. I will make my mark upon history, be it good or bad. I will rise."

Groudon [+]

Species: Groudon
Nickname: N/A
Gender: N/A (Though, she refers to it as a He.)
Appearance:

Groudon, obviously was born generations ago, before even the old kingdom had been founded by the immortal king. The colossal Pokemon doesn't require much in the way of armor or armaments - it already has quite a huge ability without it, and such things would only slow down the large Pokemon. However, he has been outfitted with various harnesses that make use of the Pokemons' incredibly strength. At a moments noticed, he can be loaded with supplies needed for a long journey. Medical supplies, food, water, etc. Anything anyone would need to travel a great distance.

Personality: Despite his intimidating appearance, Groudon is a rather lax pokemon and would rather sleep, goof off, or eat than fight. Though, this may simply be a side effect from his slumber. He tends to be more passive towards most events and minds his own business. So much so that Claire usually has to order the beast to get off his butt and actually do something. The ancient pokemon doesn't really mind, though, much to everyone surprise. Over the years it has stayed at the Terrane manor while Claire learned the way of nobility and how to address other nobles properly, he gained a bit of a reputation for a bit of a troublemaker. Some have even called the ancient pokemon seems to behave more like a child, than a super powerful ancient pokemon.

After being awoken from its ancient slumber, he was at first confused. Kyogre wasn't anywhere to be seen, and Raquaza wasn't around. The only thing it saw, was this funny little two legged creature. He didn't know why, but for some reason, this creature...this, human, was what woke it from its sleep. Well, might as well do something other than crush it....like sleep. Sleep sounded good. Later, after the human insisted on not leaving, he learned the humans name was Claire, and that she was a descendant of people that used to worship him as a god

Despite his sleepy, almost childlike behavior, he is a force to be reckoned with if someone makes him angry, or Claire orders him too. He won't hesitate to crush his or her enemies on the spot, and is actually quite protective of the human.

Moveset: Precipice Blades, Lava Plume, Stone Edge, Eruption
Ability: Drought. At will, Groudon can make the sunlight intense, even in the dead of winter. However, the more severe the weather is, the harder it would be for him to change it.

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