IceFyr1928
Is now DeathofShadows
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- Age 34
- Upper Canterlot, Equestria
- Seen Jul 7, 2013
Trainer of Darkness
Prologue
The day started as any other summer day would in Mossdeep City, the waves hitting the shoreline cliffs, the Wingull cawing up a storm over a caught Magicarp. But this wasn't an average day, it was his birthday. And it wasn't just any birthday, it was his 11th birthday. The day he was old enough to get his first Pokemon. Seth lay in bed, content with everything. His Mother called him down for breakfast in her jolly voice. Seth smelled bacon. And pancakes, his favorite. He roared down the stairs and came to a stop just inside of the kitchen. Once he was in there, his suspicions were confirmed. His mother had set out a large plate mounding in blueberry pancakes and crispy bacon. Seth sat at the table and served himself a large plateful. "Don't eat to fast, dear!" his mother said as Seth put a large chunk of pancake into his mouth."Okay mom!" he nearly shouted through said chunk.
"We had a visitor last night" his mom said. Seth knew this already, as he hadn't been able to sleep for the longest time. However, he hadn't known the purpose of the visitor since they had talked in hushed voices.
"Oh, really?" Seth responded.
"Yes,would you like to try to guess who it was?"
"Umm... Pass?"
"It was Leader Liza! She has promised that her and her sister would mentor you!"
"That's cool and all mom... But I don't have a Pokemon."
"That's the other reason why she came! I'll be right back."
Seth ate another bite of pancakes and a strip of the perfectly cooked bacon. Seth savored the bite in his mouth. He tasted the fluffiness of the pancakes with bits of chewed bacon. "My mom really is an amazing chef..." Seth thought dreamily. At that moment, his mom walked in, holding a reddish orb which he first took for an apple. As she got closer, he thought "wait... THAT'S A CHERISH BALL!".
This is for you, however, it is not given lightly. Liza explained to me that being a Trainer can be quite the responsibility. You have to care for your Pokemon. There is no way to just use Pokemon as an excuse to leve and travel the map, you have to be careful. Get to know your Pokemon, it's strengths and weaknesses, what it likes and doesn't li-"
Mom, you've given me this lecture before."
"I know! I just want you to be safe..."
"I will be."
"Alright! If you're going to be a Trainer, you might as well look the part" his mom said as she pulled a trainer's belt, an adventure pack and a leather jacket "for when it gets cold" was her explanation. Seth put on this set of clothes and picked the Cherish Ball from the table. The suspense was eating away his insides, so he pushed the button and tossed it into the air. As it spun, whatever inner mechanism that makes a Pokeball open clicked, and in front of him formed his own Ralts.
" So, what is its, or should I say, her name?" his mother asked inquisitively.
It took him less than a second to decide, "Belle" Seth stated, and the Ralts turned to look at him, "Her name is Belle."
End of prologue! What do you think? This story is in fact, the longer, more detailed version of my RP character's backstory. I might even go into the events of the RP... But, as my cousin likes to say, We'll burn that bridge when we get there.
Prologue
The day started as any other summer day would in Mossdeep City, the waves hitting the shoreline cliffs, the Wingull cawing up a storm over a caught Magicarp. But this wasn't an average day, it was his birthday. And it wasn't just any birthday, it was his 11th birthday. The day he was old enough to get his first Pokemon. Seth lay in bed, content with everything. His Mother called him down for breakfast in her jolly voice. Seth smelled bacon. And pancakes, his favorite. He roared down the stairs and came to a stop just inside of the kitchen. Once he was in there, his suspicions were confirmed. His mother had set out a large plate mounding in blueberry pancakes and crispy bacon. Seth sat at the table and served himself a large plateful. "Don't eat to fast, dear!" his mother said as Seth put a large chunk of pancake into his mouth."Okay mom!" he nearly shouted through said chunk.
"We had a visitor last night" his mom said. Seth knew this already, as he hadn't been able to sleep for the longest time. However, he hadn't known the purpose of the visitor since they had talked in hushed voices.
"Oh, really?" Seth responded.
"Yes,would you like to try to guess who it was?"
"Umm... Pass?"
"It was Leader Liza! She has promised that her and her sister would mentor you!"
"That's cool and all mom... But I don't have a Pokemon."
"That's the other reason why she came! I'll be right back."
Seth ate another bite of pancakes and a strip of the perfectly cooked bacon. Seth savored the bite in his mouth. He tasted the fluffiness of the pancakes with bits of chewed bacon. "My mom really is an amazing chef..." Seth thought dreamily. At that moment, his mom walked in, holding a reddish orb which he first took for an apple. As she got closer, he thought "wait... THAT'S A CHERISH BALL!".
This is for you, however, it is not given lightly. Liza explained to me that being a Trainer can be quite the responsibility. You have to care for your Pokemon. There is no way to just use Pokemon as an excuse to leve and travel the map, you have to be careful. Get to know your Pokemon, it's strengths and weaknesses, what it likes and doesn't li-"
Mom, you've given me this lecture before."
"I know! I just want you to be safe..."
"I will be."
"Alright! If you're going to be a Trainer, you might as well look the part" his mom said as she pulled a trainer's belt, an adventure pack and a leather jacket "for when it gets cold" was her explanation. Seth put on this set of clothes and picked the Cherish Ball from the table. The suspense was eating away his insides, so he pushed the button and tossed it into the air. As it spun, whatever inner mechanism that makes a Pokeball open clicked, and in front of him formed his own Ralts.
" So, what is its, or should I say, her name?" his mother asked inquisitively.
It took him less than a second to decide, "Belle" Seth stated, and the Ralts turned to look at him, "Her name is Belle."
End of prologue! What do you think? This story is in fact, the longer, more detailed version of my RP character's backstory. I might even go into the events of the RP... But, as my cousin likes to say, We'll burn that bridge when we get there.