NAME: Kerr Allan Sanford
AGE: 17
GENDER: Male
APPEARANCE:
Kerr is a warm darkness, wearing a wicked tan that seemingly steals light than reflects it. His shortly-cut black hair is a bristly faux, his brows just as black and harbors a subtle scar there. His pair of smoldering gold eyes is almost a world of its own, but a certain kindness and comfort are easily derived. Though his mouth may be small and pouty, it hints as much defiance as his strong jaws and bone structure do. He has stubble. His neck is long and thinly slashed with a bright scar.
He dons a sleeveless hoodie, which is a rich auburn brown with a huge black Fleur de Lis imprint on the front, bleached and tattered jeans shorts that obscure his knees, and sturdy leather sandals. He has a sand-colored messenger bag that can be slung around his athletic body. He looks like he's been running or biking for a long time. He has a black tribal tattoo on his right deltoid of a thorny lizard eating its own tail. He wears a white gold earring on his left ear and a white gold pendant of an ankh that dangles from his neck.
He has a solemn feel to him, but a polite gentleness towards the general public. But as he grows irritated or insulted, small wrinkles furl in his face as a primal predator would look when cornered.
PERSONALITY:
Still waters run deep. Contemplating the depths of the galaxy and of cosmic consciousness, what he says next may surprise you. He is reflective, and he remembers much. He is a steadfast believer in change, and whatever comes, he does his best to embrace.
However, he is slow in comprehending others or situations, and when he speaks, he tend to appear a bit dull or uninspiring. He seems a tarnished child, naturally optimistic, yet at times self-defeating and self-destructive. Very stubborn and blind when it comes to what he thinks he is entitled to; after all, he's always been cooperative, so whatever he wants, he should deserve.
Self-mastery is his greatest struggle. Self-authority and self-empowerment are the two traits he seeks. His greatest fear is being taken and abused to his last breath, his dignity stripped and absolved. He is fiercely protective of his clan, if not just his family. He prefers the vast horizons of possibility and opportunity rather than society's dogmatic rituals. Little does he know, he has tropism, a tendency to respond or move toward something by natural attraction, especially sunlight or the soil. Dislikes to trust, but trusts wholeheartedly he does. He often falls prey to paranoia, selfishness, and laziness.
AURA: Ground.
GUILD: Johto Guild.
HISTORY:
Having grown up in Johto and close to Kanto, the majority of his knowledge of Pokemon is of those Regions. Summers would be spent visiting Ecruteak City, Goldenrod City and Olivine City. The rest of the years would be the quiet struggle of Trainers that come to Mahogany Town to win the Glacier Badge from Pryce, the Ice-type Gym leader. The Lake of Rage was a hot spot for many others to come and scout the Gyarados, hoping to stumble across another red-scale. The horror of Team Rocket Headquarters being stationed here had stained Mahogany Town's reputation for good, but the small shop was kept alive due to the activity of Trainers.
The very first Pokemon Kerr got was a gift, brought over from Unova by his Grandparents from his father's side. Hart, his father, did not like Garnet and Douglas at all, and even they would make jokes that he was holding some sort of grudge, but he didn't see the humor in it.
The Pokemon they brought were for Kerr and his older brother Markus.
The slight difference was Kerr was given a Ground-Dark type, Ground being the primary. A Sandile, desert croc. He fell in love at first sight. They had hoped he might. Markus received a pure Dark type, Absol, disaster Pokemon. Markus fell in love at first sight too, just as they had hoped he might. The only Pokemon Garnet and Douglas actually liked were the Dark and Ghost types. The only type Hart and his wife Wanda had was the Bug type.
Over the years, Kerr came to understand that his family was never on good terms. It was volatile as far back as he could remember. There were heated arguments over something that was always kept hushed or swept under the rug. Hart would incessantly warn him to be on guard at all times and that he should never be alone with them in the same room, so he was always on guard with them, always questioning and never satisfied. But they seemed only interested in Markus thus far, whispering in his ear and with an arm around him, guiding him wherever they went on a midnight stroll.
Even when the Grandparents left for Unova, things changed. Markus drilled his Absol until it passed out, battling Gyarados day by day before finally taking on Pryce and won his first Badge. Then shortly after, Markus left town. They barely heard from him again.
Kerr decided that he was next. But because his Sandile, which he affectionately named Kalah, was primarily Ground, his struggle was the most difficult of all. Gyarados, being the Water and Flying type, was the stronger, and Pryce, having all Ice type, was also the stronger. It was a grueling and long training for him and his parents saw in his dedication something admirable and was his major source of support.
On the day he took on the Gym, at the moment he faced Pryce and his frostbitten power, something happened. When his Sandile was being severely beaten, Kerr couldn't handle it and tried to help the situation as much as he could that he accidentally whipped up dirt from under the ice tiles and outside the Gyms and tore the sand from the glass windows, clattering particles in a split second. No one was injured; it was more of a desperate attempt that knocked the wind out of them. Pryce recognized him as a Guardian. Confused, Kerr went to his parents about it and was then exposed to the legend of Arceus.
They explained a little bit more how Hart's family was strongly Dark, but he later had a change of heart when he met Wanda and in combating his parents' terrible influence, they chose Bug Pokemon as their defense. Markus was easily taken, but there was something grounded in Kerr that baffled everyone.
Now it is most urgent that Kerr buries this secret from them, especially from Markus. When asked why, they wouldn't say anymore than just this: "They're trouble. Nothing good comes from them."
In the middle of the night, Markus snuck back to convince Kerr to leave with him to Unova and to live with the Grandparents. He promised "a great and powerful life" and much secrets to be taught that none can be offered here. Kerr is torn and distraught but decided to resist, and then was nearly killed for it. Their parents woke up in alarm and battled Markus and a group of other nefarious shadows with their Scythers and Scizors, nearly dismantling the house, but Kerr managed to whip up a sandstorm, unearthing up a broad scepter blade that was under the house the entire time. It channels an electric yellow glow, revealing his true nature as a Guardian to Markus who vanishes, pleased with the surprising development.
His parents decided it is in his best interest to join the Guardians and protect himself and the rest of them.
HOMETOWN: Mahogany Town - "Home of the Ninja". Nearby the Lake of Rage.
WEAPON: Broad scepter blade stemmed in a gothic Fleur-de-lis. It glows electric yellow. It helps stir and curb the nature of earth. It projects as a sentinel, rummaging underground for hidden buried things. He is careful not to uproot trees and houses from beneath.
POWERMON: Sandile, male, nicknamed Kalah.
MOVES:
1. Rage (Normal)
2. Assurance (Dark)
3. Mud-Slap (Ground)
4. Crunch (Dark)
5. Dig (Ground).
RARENESS: The typical salmon pink belly is instead dyed wine. Its smiles always show rows of fangs.
FIRST JOB:
- Escort Miners from cavern inhabited by a wild Steelix. Location: Rock Tunnel [The cave collapsed (Reward: 200G)]
The sandals slapped the route from Cerulean City.
In heaves, Kerr Sanford passed a crowd of worried onlookers on the way. One Dojo who figured he must've looked still in his teens
tried to step in his way, but he glanced back with a determined look, "I'm a Guardian. Do not stop me."
The Dojo stepped back, crestfallen.
People murmured amongst each other while he faced the Rock Tunnel that echoed here and there with faint bangs and intermittent screaming.
The front entrance was collapsed completely, a total compacted wall of boulder and glints of steel.
Not even the small Geodude that battered against it for the last few hours could continue without a strained gasp of breath.
Once it saw him and the gothic Fleur de Lis scepter blade that was slung on his back, it scurried away curiously.
With one hand, Kerr gripped his blade. He and the blade ignited in electric yellow Aura at first touch.
He raised the weapon over his head and in a spin, brought it crashing down. The rocks settled slightly, some sunken into the earth.
He raised and spun it again before spearing the ground. A rush of dirt and dust blasted them in seeping pressure.
"Back," Kerr warned the others, his voice almost droning.
The wall had leveled flat, and beyond was a murky chasm that was the Rock Tunnel. No one was scrambling out. His shoulders tensed.
He brought out a PokeBall from his messenger bag and unleashed his Sandile. Kalah screeched slightly and led the way, sniffing the soil.
There's people in there, they're in danger, Kerr sent a mental image of what was happening. It sniffed, Steelix.
He tailed it closely. When he had gone and was engulfed by the darkness, the Dojo turned to the others, "The kid didn't even use Flash!"
Kerr, washed in the electric yellow glow of his Aura, kept a wary eye peeled on the flickering and grim illumination of the jagged walls.
Soon enough, they were seeing the tip of a snake tail, coruscating, thumping and wagging loosely.
The wild Steelix smashed into the stalagmites with a mighty roar. The Sandile screeched urgently, and he ducked to see what it had seen.
Several Miners had huddled together, their hard hats crushed and tossed aside like it was paper, weeping and weakly crying for help.
They appeared terribly bruised. Kerr found it difficult to breathe.
"Hey! Hey!" Kerr jabbed the blade into its tail before it reared back in a howl. Its ferocious skull snapped a 180 and stared at him with newfound fury.
He called to the others to jolt them out of shock, "Get out of there!"
The Steelix roared and twisted in a spiral, causing another jarring shake, tumbling rocks, and cascading dirt.
Suddenly the rocks stopped in mid-air, and Kerr gulped in realization of what it was doing. Rock Throw.
He leapt out of the way, dodging the dangerous bombardment, and continued to roll, escaping injury by centimeters.
That still wasn't enough. It summoned in a wrathful rage a buffering Sandstorm.
The walls began to tremble even more. Kerr shielded his face, "Run, run for it!"
The Miners took the chance and made it past, scrambling around him.
One man clutched his shoulder, "There's still kids inside! Trainers, coming from Lavender Town. They're in some other tunnel, it's fallen too!"
"... I'll take care of that," said Kerr after some hestitation.
"Kalah," he shouted once the others had gone, "Dig!"
The Sandile in an instant was underground. The Steelix jerked its glare around but there was nothing in sight, save Kerr.
It seemed to grimace when it reared back, about ready to lunge until the desert croc leapt with an uppercut and crashed into its jaw.
The Steelix suffered a great tremor throughout its snaky body and fell back, colliding into a wall.
Super effective, but it wasn't out.
Kerr's mouth tightened once he heard the high-pitched chorus of shrieks from the other side once the Steelix ate its way deeper into the tunnel.
As it was deeper, he knew if he had done the same thing at the entrance, he'd bury them into a tomb.
He glanced at Kalah, trying to think of something fast, but all Kalah obsessed about was using Dig.
In a split decision, Kerr gripped his Sandile's tail. "Kalah... don't worry about me, Dig."
The Sandile looked up at him as if he was crazy but gave a weak sigh.
With lightning speed, it dove underground, taking him with it.
Out the other side, they leapt out.
Marks and slashes covered his face in a stinging burn, but to his surprise, they came to pass, like water.
The Steelix realized they were still there, and in an outrage, lunged towards them with a Slam.
Kerr by instinct clashed its steel exterior with a flank of his scepter blade, sending sparks and a bone-chilling metallic scrape.
The young Trainers at first couldn't move. All they could do was stare. He was a mystical spirit, glowing all yellow.
Then the desire for surivival kicked in. They gathered together and stood up on their feet.
They staggered around them, stupefied at how young Kerr must have been, maybe not even a year older than they.
One by one, they jumped in the recent underground tunnel Kalah created and crawled their way out.
The Steelix stared at him in baffled silence.
Kerr was on his knees, breathing raggedly, and muttered in hopes that he could convince it, "Go back... Go back."
The Sandile looked up at him for a moment before it snapped a screech at the Steelix.
Then it got the cue. The Steelix in a relaxed manner buried its head into the ground and wormed its exeunt into the depths of the earth.
Kerr peered as he painfully swallowed, immensely relieved it was over.
He shared eye contact with his Sandile, "I bet you're as surprised as I am, huh? It seems I can Dig with you without getting hurt too."
