Name: Hector Mikhail
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: Hector looks a couple of years younger than he actually is. He's short and slim, though his face is slightly rounded. No matter how much he tries to exercise and ingest extra protein, he can't seem to build muscle or get past the first few stages of puberty (well, in his eyes. He has technically gone through it). Nevertheless, one can still sense the strength and determination he has through his fierce, ruby-eyed stare and his nearly ever-present sneer. He deliberately marrs his facial cuteness through this aggressive glare, and baring off-white teeth to people who irritate him. Despite this, however, some people still consider him pretty adorable, with his large eyes and delicate nose and lips. His hair is rather interesting, dyed a gorgeous shade of violet-blue (it was meant to be bright purple, but he screwed up when he was mixing the dyes). It's not terribly long but he gels his bangs back so they're no longer in his face (save for right near his ears). Again, he's physically rather small and his shoulders are rather narrow, as well as his overall body. He could be mistaken for a girl from the back, even though he doesn't quite have the smooth and curvy body of a woman. All of this just adds to his irritation and anger, further reinforcing his attempts to make himself physically more like what he wants to be.

He wears clothes that reflect his unhappiness with his body, a puffy hoodie over a long-sleeved shirt, scuffed and baggy denim jeans, and thick, sturdy shoes. His hoodie, though puffy, fits him rather well and is a dull shade of grey. It zips up the middle and has the logo of some metal band no one but Hector and other angry teenage boys really likes on the front. When it's hot, he simply zips it open and takes his arms out of the sleeves, letting it rest on his shoulders like a bulky cape. When he does this, his average shirt choice can be seen. As he's not the most fashion-conscious young man, his shirts are usually white with colored sleeves. He has quite the variety, even though they're all identical save for the color on his arms. These shirts hug his slight frame rather snugly, but in this case he doesn't mind. His jeans are nothing out of the ordinary, a well-loved pair that his parents hoped he would grow into. While he didn't, he's getting closer and closer and it's almost fitting well. His shoes range from strong running shoes to good-quality boots, ideal for any sort of travel. He wears a heavy-duty black backpack upon his back, filled with odds and ends he's sure will help him on his journey - a sleeping bag, food rations, and other practical things.

Personality: Hector, as can be gleaned from his appearance, is one of those people who try to act tough in order to mask their insecurities. Inside, he's just an unhappy young man who's worried about his masculinity and how others around him perceive him, but outwardly he projects the image of a tough punk who just happens to look a bit younger than expected. He's rude, uncaring, and isn't afraid to mock people for their mistakes. He's full of bravado and full of lies, prone to telling people about things he's done (like hard drugs, or getting wasted out of his mind, or banging soooo many chicks that one night), when really he's still a little nervous and apprehensive about full leaping into the rebellious archetypes. He's extremely sensitive to insults and criticisms, facing enough of those internally, and lashes out when he feels his status and self-esteem is being threatened.

However, he's not entirely a jerk. He looks up to those who are older than he is and who have the ability to command his respect while still being tolerant and even liking him back. Not to say this is an easy feat, of course. During this journey, though, he promised his parents he would tone down a little - since he now has something to occupy his attention and energy, his parents requested that he at least try to make some friends that aren't a danger to himself or the community. So he's trying to learn how to be friendly again, how to appreciate others even when they're not awesome and perfect. He'll likely screw up a lot, but there's no other way to do it, right? At the very least, he's becoming kinder to Pokemon (rather than those days gone by when he'd see truly violent fights rather than battles, and he'd help to stir up his side's fighter).

Backstory: Hector was born to a pretty ordinary family. His parents were ex-trainers who decided to settle down in Violet City. Within a few years they decided to have a child... and were pleasantly (or not-so-pleasantly) surprised to find they were expecting twins. Hector was born first, and his sister arrived about half an hour later. As toddlers, they were nothing terribly special; simply two happy, adorable children. This changed when they began to go to school. While Hector was by no means stupid, he was always second-best compared to his sister. She'd always beat him in sports, tests, anything! Naturally, this spurred the boy into trying harder... but it was never good enough. His parents would still praise him and were genuinely proud of him, but he always believed it was just lies and that they really preferred his sister.

This all got worse when he entered middle school. He was always a bit shorter and smaller than other boys, but now it was really becoming pronounced. He just couldn't seem to develop that far. And, naturally, although he was fairly well-liked in elementary school, he started being picked on and teased. He was called a girl, asked if he was on his period if he snapped back at the bullies, and overall just made to think he was less of a man than every other guy. It really wasn't hard for him to start believing that. So when he began high school, he tried to change his image. Join a gang, hang out with bad kids, everything he knew from movies that would make him seem tougher. By this point his sister was out travelling on her own Pokemon journey, but he could have really cared less at that point. Pokemon didn't interest him. His grades deteriorated and he still wasn't happy, even though he wasn't being made fun of nearly as much. His parents were getting seriously worried. But one day, out of the blue, Hector received a mysterious package full of Pokeballs with a letter attached. He was sort of confused, not really keeping up with the news, but something about this excited him. He didn't really care about Pokemon, no... but he was chosen. He was picked. Not his sister, not anyone else he knew. It was enough to spark a bit of hope in him, and even his parents noticed him being a bit more cheerful. Eventually, he told them, and even showed off his new Totodile. I would put in the "er mah gerd" thing from the rules right about now, but this isn't entirely appropriate for this sort of backstory, now is it? They allowed him to go off on this journey, even though they were a little dubious, because anything would be better than what he was doing at that point.​

Name: Eris Athena Komnini
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Location: Olivine City

Appearance: Eris is a relatively petite girl standing at 5'5" and weighing in at 110 lbs. She has olive based fair skin and crystal blue eyes along with brownish-red, mid-length, curly hair, something she shares with most of her family. Her bright red lips stand out not only for their size, but because she is almost always smiling. She isn't particularly muscular but she is slim and fit due to her hobby of running. She likes to paint her nails bright red or purple, depending on her clothing. Speaking of clothing, she loves dresses, picking out the pretiest ones from her mother's thrift shop to wear. She also loves shoes of all kinds: high heels, flip flops, sneakers, clogs, etc. She tends to match colors between dresses, shoes, belts, and hats quite often, taking advantage of her mom's occupation to fit the bill for her wardrobe.

Face Picture. Warning: ITS GIGANTIC


Personality: Eris Komnini, the vibrant daughter of a sailer and a thrift store owner, is upbeat, sassy, and full of energy. She's always wanted to go places, do thing, and go on adventures. Being cooped up in Olivine City has put a damper on her spirits for the past year or so, once she really really wanted to go out into the world to explore, and the only reason she hasn't gotten on a ship and sailed away is because she has no money. Not one to back down in adversity, Eris can bring conflict when butting heads as stubborn as she is. She's never actually gone fist to fist with someone, but she's been known to raise her voice and stand up when getting into an argument. Usually later she'll blow off some steam by taking a run on the beach. Somehow, strife always seems to find her, whether it be her neighbors throwing things at each other in her front yard, drunken brawls in the thrift store while she's working, or pokemon battles happening down the road at the local gym. Even through all of the suffering she's seen and been around, she manages to stay optimistic and otherwise unaffected by this. It's in her nature to move on from unpleasant things and not hold down any ties to a specific place, a true nomad.

Backstory: Born and raised in Johto's own Olivine City. Her father is a merchant sailor who is only home every now and then and for short periods of time, and her mother owns a thrift store in Olivine where Eris herself works (without pay of course). As a young child Eris would play on the beach with her friends or play dress up in her mom's store, listen to tales of far away lands such as Cinnibar Island, Cianwood City, the mysterious Seafoam Islands, and treacherous Whirlwind Isles. From her Mother she heard stories of the big cities of Saffron and Goldenrod, dreams of the lime light and the gleam of city life. All of these stories gave Eris the impression that she could go anywhere, do anything, and see magnificant places in her life. Boy was she wrong. Eris's mother wouldn't let her step foot onto Route 39, much less Goldenrod City (erm ah gherd shes always going on about this goldenrod city bro i mean come ON give it a rest). This severely pissed her off, and from the time she was 14, shes been acting all teen angsty around her mother. You know, crossing her arms, scowling, etc etc. Eris's mom for the most part ignores it, or at most sighs and shakes her head when Eris gets into a pouting session.

From her father she gets an adventurous spirit and a quick tongue. Always fast on a joke, her father is a well liked comedic man who isn't afaid to talk back when ragged on. She took good notes when she was young and followed in her fathers footsteps in that department. Relations with the pop haven't been to great as of late either, she blames his absense on her inability to leave home. Maybe if he was around he could talk Mother into letting Eris explore, or help cover the shifts at the Trift Store, or anything to help. But the day would finally come when she would be free, the day she would decide to just leave without permission. The day that Goldenrod City would become a mere stop on the larger journey ahead of her. And that letter couldn't have come on abetter day. Her bag was packed and hidden, ready for the cover of night. The letter was just a blessing, a day later and she would have missed it. A day sooner and her mother might have gotten to it first. But no, the stars alighned and gave it to her that day. The day everything would change.

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