[PKMN FULL] Crimson Dawn: A Tale of Conquest [OOC]

Name: Jacob Marinos; Jake
Gender: Male
Species: Meowstic
Age: 21
Title: Prankster
Type Mastery: Psychic
Nationality: Stygian, Otori Tribe

Appearance: For the most part, Jacob has the common physical characteristics of a male Meowstic and could easily blend into a crowd. He is usually clean and well-groomed, taking care to clean up where possible after battles or other potentially dirty situations. Adorning Jacob's wrists are two gold bracelets, one on each arm. He's almost always seen wearing a dark-green satchel for carrying supplies and other objects.

Personality: Stay with him long enough, and you'll realize that Jacob Marinos is paranoid. He doesn't trust anyone except his sister, and he is just waiting for enemies to pop out at him around the next corner. Jacob believes that nowhere is safe, not even ECUL or the inner reaches of Union City. Accordingly, he keeps his satchel of supplies with him wherever he goes and has a few plans and backup plans in case something does happen. Jacob even got Sophia to agree to the occasional checks to make sure she hadn't been replaced. Not to mention that sometimes, Jacob plays out a surprise attack on one of his brothers or sisters within the Gold Tribe, to see if they're prepared. He's a fan of the phrase, "There's always someone better than you."

That aside, Jacob doesn't mind the company of others. He just usually isn't the first one to engage another Pokemon in conversation. That and a stoic face may make Jacob seem a little aloof. Jacob often gets frustrated if the other Pokemon around him don't realize what he thinks is obvious, or if they're careless about security or potential problems. One of the few things that makes Jacob open up is music. He hasn't had the time to learn how to play a musical instrument, or so he says, but he does often hum to one tune or another in his head.

When it comes to battle, Jacob is not the front-lines kind of fighter. Offense isn't even his forte. Jacob specializes in support and disruption, more so when he and Sophia are paired up. He is able to keep a cool head in combat and often wants to think something through before any rushing in headlong is done. Jacob likes to keep tabs on the battlefield in general; he connects his allies to a telepathic network at such times.

History:

Moves: Protect, Thunder Wave, Quick Guard, Flash

Other: Jacob doesn't like surprises, period. If you try to scare him or something, even for fun, expect immediate retaliation.
Jacob has the Prankster Ability.

Name: Sophia Marinos; Sophie, Fi.
Gender: Female
Species: Meowstic
Age: 20
Title: Pyro
Type Mastery: Psychic
Nationality: Stygian, Otori Tribe

Appearance: Sophia isn't the type of Pokemon to be dainty. Sure, she keeps herself clean enough, but why bother beyond that? Time used up in worrying about one's appearance is wasted time, as far as Sophia is concerned. Her tails in particular are almost always mussed up. Sophia wears a pair of gold bracelets, one on each arm. She, too, usually wears a satchel, maroon in color.

Personality: Sophia is a friendly, affable Meowstic, stoic face or no. She usually tries to draw one Pokemon or another into a conversation during some sort of time off, believing that the better those of the Gold Tribe know each other, the better they can work together. Sophia is more willing than her brother to trust others. This would ideally make her more trustworthy as well; on the other hand, she and Jacob share just about all of their relevant information with each other.

In her alone time, Sophia is a bookworm. She always has a few books with her for those times when there isn't much to do. Sophia's preference is mostly fiction, with a dash of histories. Every now and then, she'll read up on a few subjects such as mathematics, which gives Sophia at least limited knowledge in several subjects. At times, this is a basis for some of Jacob's paranoid theories, which Sophia doesn't mind. Her favorite books tend to be mystery novels.

In battle, Sophia is one of the first Pokemon to head for the front lines, eager to share her fascination with fire with the enemy. Okay, not for that reason, but Sophia is best as a ranged fighter. Her attacks are usually infused with her Fire Hidden Power; she gives no reason other than that she "really likes it." She usually depends on her brother for support and some protection. Sophia helps Jacob with setting up a telepathic network but often leaves the active operation to him after that.

History:

Moves: Hidden Power [Fire], Signal Beam, Dark Pulse, Double Team

Other: Sophia has an irrational fear of spiders. She says that technically, it isn't at the level of a phobia, but she won't hesitate to burn a spider to ashes with her Hidden Power upon sight. Which has been a bit of trouble, seeing as some spiders are sentient allies. Sophia is also wary of bugs in general, though not to the same degree.
Sophia has the Infiltrator Ability.

"You know they're waiting for me to do something."

Sophia sighed and put down her book, looking over at her brother. "Well, yeah. You didn't have to keep doing those things last year, you know."

Jacob just snorted and rolled back from the edge of his bed across the room, folding his hands behind his head. "Yes, I did. Do you know how many of the other students weren't prepared? They're still not prepared, in fact. I mean, just because we're at the ECUL doesn't mean we can all relax outside of combat class. One of these days, this place is gonna get attacked, I know it."

Sophia rolled here eyes as she brought her book back up. "I know you know," she replied blandly. "Doesn't mean you have to prove they could improve their security." It was almost the middle of the year, and Jacob had begun planning out the "grand finale" of his prank-attacks. After a moment, Sophia's book dropped again. "Hang on, Jake. Have you considered that an attack from the outside wouldn't have the same connections you do on the inside?"

The dark-blue Meowstic cocked his head as he thought. "Huh. You have a point there, Fi. I do know several 'mon that would be ready to help me, that someone outside wouldn't." Jacob hummed for a few seconds before raising a paw in clarity. "Ah, but a smart person would infiltrate the ECUL first, learn everything they could from both directions. And then plan accordingly. Sure, it'd take time, but it's the sort of thing that shouldn't be rushed. Well, assuming they don't have a whole army attacking this place."

"Exactly," Sophia stated, grinning. "They can prepare for an army, they'll see that coming easily. It's probably just too much trouble to be watching for every single little subtle thing that could happen, like you're trying to do."

"But they should do that anyway. Better safe than sorry." Jacob yawned. "Turn out the light, would ya? No point in stayin' up late tonight."

"Likewise. You can save your prank planning for tomorrow." Sophia closed her book and placed it on the floor beside her bed before waving a paw. The orb of fire above her dissipated, plunging the room into darkness. "Good night."

"Good night, sis. Love you."

"Love you, too." Sophia pulled her blanket up, getting comfortable. Three, two, one... Jacob began muttering to himself, most likely brainstorming about what he could do. The white Meowstic smiled to herself before drifting to sleep.

Name: Tavhir Eldren (last name adopted from Hesperian family)
Gender: Male
Species: Pawniard
Age: 19
Title: "The Restless"
Type Mastery: Dark
Nationality: Stygian, Eshir Tribe.

Appearance: Tavhir is shorter than most members of his species, standing at 1'05". Apart from the standard characteristics of his species, Tavhir wears a short brown scarf around his neck, a memento from his early childhood. On this scarf is a simple gold pin marking his Gold Tribe affiliation, bearing the design of two crossed blades.

Personality:​

Tavhir is reckless, headstrong, and bold; always seeking to prove himself and to show his worth. Raised by the Eshir tribe and their ways, he is sometimes considered ruthless, and even cruel, by his peers, but his training amongst the Gold Tribe has tempered this nature somewhat.

Because of past experiences, he often makes makes judgements based on his emotions rather than logic, which has had both good and bad results. While he has adopted the Gold Tribe ideals of peace, his Stygian upbringing has led to some controversy over how exactly that peace should be obtained. In his mind, the ends justify the means, and he'll do whatever it takes to secure those ends, whatever they may be.

Despite his mean disposition, he is capable of compassion. He cares for his sister, Cassandra, who acts as a voice of reason to him when he loses his cool. Her guidance, combined with his training in Union city, has taught him a good amount of self control. In battle, his style is inherently aggressive, seeking to overpower his opponents with superior tactics and agility.

History:​

Tavhir grew up in the underground city of Ascanfell, born into a family of merchants. As a child, he would often accompany his parents during their trade routes, for the thrill of exploring the world. On one such outing, Tavhir and his family were set to make a trade with the city of Pyrgos. On the way to Pyrgos, however, Tavhir's caravan was attacked by a group of bloodthirsty thieves, intent on stripping the caravan of all its goods. As soon as the danger was recognized, Tavhir's mother ordered her son to hide; Tavhir obeyed, concealing himself amongst the cargo.

About an hour later, a Hesperian lord, who was currently stationed at Yvangarde, came across the wreckage of the caravan while on a patrol in the area. Surveying the damage, he found a young Tavhir hiding amongst the wreckage. Seeing no other survivors, Vennson inferred that the boy was now orphaned. Feeling compassion for the boy, Vennson took him under his own care to raise as his own.

For the Skyhaven-raised Hesperian lord, the mannerisms and tendencies of the young Eshirian boy were nothing short of foreign to him. The boy was, at first, quiet and reserved, obviously reeling from his ordeal. Over the years, however, he eventually learned to cope with his feelings, due in no small part to the care of his step-sister, Cassandra. Despite this, his childhood was marred by a reckless and rebellious spirit. Although Tavhir is grateful for his step-father's compassion in raising him as his own, the two of them never saw eye to eye due to their radically different worldviews and cultures.

Still, despite Tavhir's disposition, Vennson saw a certain spark in him, one that, if tempered and controlled, could prove wholly beneficial. Once Tavhir was older, Vennson offered the boy a choice: return to his home in Ascanfell, or go to Union city to become a Gold Tribe member. Regardless of his heritage, there was very little for Tavhir in Ascanfell; he had no other relatives, no home to speak of, and being raised by Hesperians would most likely cause the Eshir to brand him an outcast. Thus, with Gold Tribe his only option, he said his goodbyes and headed for Union city. He trained for three years, performing adequately in academia, but excelling in combat skills. Due to his combat prowess, he graduated from the ECUL as a member of Gold Tribe.

Moves: Metal Claw, Metal Sound, Fury Cutter, Scary Face.

Other: Theme Music - "The Sith Lords."

Name: Cassandra Eldren
Gender: Female
Species: Lilligant
Age: 25
Title: "Peacekeeper"
Type Mastery: Grass
Nationality: Hesperian, Skyhaven.

Appearance: Standing at 3'06" with the standard features of her species, she also carries a small satchel over her shoulder that contains various books and supplies. She wears a gold necklace around her neck as a symbol of her Gold Tribe status, bearing the insignia of a blossoming flower.

Personality:​

Cassandra is a very calm and cheerful person, always brimming with optimism and looking for the best in people. Despite her Hesperian upbringing, she is more than willing to forgive and give second chances, depending on the severity of the offense. Cassandra believes in finding a peaceful solution to any conflict, but she is capable of holding her own in battle should diplomacy fail.

Usually considered by her peers to be the voice of reason, she is against undue violence, especially when there is ample opportunity for peaceful negotiations. She possesses a sort of charismatic charm and persuasion, able to diffuse even the most tense of situations.

Whenever negotiation and diplomacy fails, she is quick to defend her friends and allies first and foremost. Het battle style reflects this, focusing more on the support of her teammates rather than offensive tactics.

History:​

Cassandra was raised amongst the upper-class in Skyhaven. Her father, Vennson, was a high-ranking military lord, while her mother, Joanna, was an ambassador for Skyhaven's officials. Her parents wanted only the best for Cassandra, hiring the best teachers, battle instructors, and tutors for her education. Although Cassandra loved her parents and appreciated what they had done for her, she couldn't help but feel a longing for a life of excitement.

Unbeknownst to her parents, when she was around 11 years of age, she began to sneak away at night. She joined up with a group of children her age, explorers and spelunkers who often went into the forbidden areas of the city. For two years she kept this up, the group eventually delving into acts of vigilantism, until an unexpected responsibility fell onto her.

Her father had returned from a tour of duty in Yvangarde, bringing with him a young, orphaned child: Tavhir. Vennson explained that the boy was left alone, without any caretakers. Cassandra took it upon herself to care for Tavhir at home, since he was still very young and her parents were often busy. The two developed a close bond, as if they were true siblings. Cassandra abandoned her nightly escapades, spending her time raising and taking care of Tavhir during his childhood. When it was decided that Tavhir would be training for the Gold Tribe, Cassandra requested to accompany him and join the Gold Tribe herself. Her father, reluctant at first, decided to let her go with Tavhir, deciding the he would need a companion in the group. What better companion than the one Tavhir had come to call sister?

Due to her excellent schooling, she performed above and beyond in term of academia, and did well in battling in addition. She studied for three years in the ECUL, graduating with top marks and becoming a member of Gold Tribe.

Moves: Growth, Teeter Dance, Sunny Day, Helping Hand

Other: Theme music - "Far Horizons"

Malachi was appalled at Abby's comment in class, but was even more surprised at the professor's humored response. He couldn't believe that James just... let something like that slide.

"Seriously, James? Grow a backbone..." he thought to himself, though he himself wasn't sure how he would have handled it either. Regardless, this Abby girl's comments were not making a good first impression on Malachi. He made a mental note to avoid her in the future; she seemed like nothing but trouble.

He pushed aside those thoughts for the moment as he thought of his assignment. Luckily, Machop were a familiar sight in Hoenn, so he knew a good deal about them. They were tough, had plenty of stamina and plenty of strength to add to that. They weren't the fastest Pokemon, but they could certainly take and dish out some punishment. He thought about how he should form the rest of his team around that.

"We'll need some speed, some support, some focused defense..." Malachi started weighing out his options. He had gone for a balanced team before so he would be able to handle most any kind of opponent. "I wonder if there are any Linoone around Johto... that's a good, speedy Pokemon."

Time for planning would come later however, as the next class was set to begin. "Wonderful..." he thought, "... a breeding class. Let the tidal wave of immaturity commence..." If this morning's experience was an indicator of anything, Malachi didn't know how he was going to endure it. He stood up from his seat, recalling Crash back into his pokeball, and walked over beside Jack.

"How's that for a first class?" he said, referring to the little student-teacher discourse from earlier.

Name: Aecron Everhold

Gender: male

Species: Chestnaught

Age: 42

Title: "Cowboy"

Type Mastery: Fighting

Nationality: Hesperian

Appearance:

Personality: The first step to knowing Aecron is ignoring his size. Within him is the soul of a great wilderness hero. A Cowboy Templar of sorts Aecron joined the Gold Tribe as a way to both quench his thirst for justice and a way to prove his skill and tactics were a new advanced look at combat.
He is cocky, and fast with a joke, but this doesn't mean he won't take it real serious when he runs you through. To him fighting is a bloody dirty art, something it takes little to do, but years to master. It's one of the things that give him real pleasure. Young in body, but he's been matured in battle like steel forged in fire. He'll be the first to tell you back off, and the last to do so himself.

He's also got a serious side when it comes to the recruits. Having joined over twenty years ago as an eager chespin he knows what can happen if you aren't ready yet. He knows what it costs to become a soldier. He's keeps an extra eye out for the little guys when he can, and will cover them in battle to the best of his ability. Between his Sacred Sword and Spiky Shield technique and Aura Sphere Skillshots he won't let anything get by. Not until his blood soaks the dirt where he stands.

History: Born an orphan to war his parents killed in a raid while gold tribe was still gaining a foothold, Aecron was sent off to the orphanages atop the stoneyard. Growing up with the story that his father, a simple farmer, had died standing up against the raiders to protect others in the town Aecron wanted to put his life to that cause: Protecting.

Working first as an apprentice to shipwright to help improve the Hesperian air force, Aecron, as a Quillidan, became a journeyman who eventually ventured to Fargal Keep. One day at the airport when a new craft was being unveiled and on its first flight Aecron was acting as a mechanic to check all the ship once more in action. The first to fly on the ship was a merchant family who had paid for the ship as a gift to the air force. They had two young energetic boys who were almost too excited to be on the ship. While playing on the main deck one tripped and went over the railing. Aecron who was present at the time ran to the edge and jumped over after the child. He dive bombed to catch up taking the child in his arms and then flipping to have his back to the ground. Midair he began to grow and transform. Right before they hit the ground he evolved into a Chestnaught. Aecron awoke hours later in a hospital mostly unscathed. The boy was standing at the end of his bed completely unharmed.

Moves: Spiky Shield, Dig, Wood Hammer, Leech seed.

Other:

Name: Demetrus Sinclair
Gender: Male
Species: Primeape
Age: 43
Title: Thrasher
Type Mastery: Fighting Type
Nationality: Stygian Tribe, Vanir

Appearance: Demetrus, being one of the older members of the Gold Tribe, bears many marks along his body that he's managed to obtain over his lifetime of service. Unlike other Primeape Demetrus is missing the the two iron shackles that wrap around his ankles. Along his right inner thigh he bears a scar that looks as if a blade had sliced along his flesh. Along his right bicep he wears a gold band that denotes his place within the gold tribe. The fur covering his body is unkempt by him and thus his fur is matted in places. His arms and legs are chiseled with muscles and maintain a toned look for his body.

Personality: Demetrus is an excellent example of twin personalities. Due to the long among of time he has spent within the Gold Tribe Demetrus has learned various ways on holding down the anger his kind are naturally born with. For most Primeape's they are quick to anger and even quicker to punch another in the face if another so much as looks into their eyes. Because of this reputation his species has many tend to look down whenever they first meet the veteran fighter, but he will meet such behavior with a chuckle and tell them to keep their eyes up and their backs straight. In fact, for those that only know Demetrus whenever he is within a city they know him as a kind mon who has an infinite amount of patience with younger mon, so much so that he can safely look after even newly hatched mon and not want to tear out all of his fur with their insistent crying.

For those that see him in action on the battlefield however they see a different side of him. Demetrus has learned how to bottle up his anger and natural rage and instead of letting it out immediately, he carries it with him and once he starts fighting he lets his anger guide him. Usually he'll become so angry that he will neglect thinking about strategy, instead blindly listening to his fellow brothers and sisters and doing whatever they request of him. Whenever he is questioned as to why he doesn't take up a leadership roll Demetrus claims that one can either be a great fighter, or a great leader and since he's already a great fighter he might as well stick to doing what he does best.

So, what other strengths does Demetrus hone in on whenever he's off of the battlefield? He likes to teach other Gold Tribe members on how to better manage their anger, considering that he lives every day with anger bubbling inside his very soul. Other than that, he really has no other purpose in his life nor does he attempt to find one. He has long since accepted that perhaps the only way he can let out his anger and NOT be carted off to jail would be by using it to help defend innocent lives. He doesn't necessarily enjoy the fact that he has to keep his anger bottled in for many days at a time, but he knows that if there ever came a point where he could rely on something other than anger he would quickly take whatever else he could use.

Those who are friendly with Demetrus often note that the older mon enjoys working out his body, even when there is nothing to improve on. Since he considers himself a weapon Demetrus claims that his body is like a Scyther's blade. If it isn't properly maintenanced then the blade can deteriorate and eventually become useless. Trying to swing such a blade will eventually lead to the Scyther's death. Demetrus concludes that as long as he keeps training his body, even when he has nothing to gain from it, he will be able to take on any attack and likewise dish out damage to all of his foes.

History: Demetrus was born in the city of Wrothgar and from an early age was a trouble maker. Demetrus didn't have as many anger issues as does now, but one of the main reasons he had attitude issues (or so he claims) is the lack of responsibility that his parents displayed in raising him. His father was a cruel man and often times if he neglected to do something a certain way he would end up under his father's foot and would receive a strong beating. Overall his father wanted to use brute force to teach his son the proper way to battle… however over time it taught Demetrus that if you didn't strike against others first, then even those you consider closest to you would be able to have their way with you however they wished. Still a young lad Demetrus managed to received the help of some friends who convinced him that if he killed his father then he wouldn't have to worry about being beat up.

Demetrus saw the logic of their arguments and with his fear driving him he lured his father out of the house one day and managed to make him so angry that his dad never noticed that his hand was behind his back. When his father grabbed him and shook him around as he was prone to do Demetrus stabbed him. Then he stabbed him again. To this day Demetrus can't recall how many times he did slid the weapon into his father's body but he does remember running away with tears matting his fur.

He wasn't sure how, but somehow his father's body was never found. His mother assumed that he had run off and left it as that, with Demetrus confused as to what really happened to it. His answer soon came when he met a shadowy figure who claimed to be a friend. He had managed to hide his father's body but since he had done such a charitable deed for Demetrus he requested that the Mankey pay him back. He met with Demetrus every time the full moon appeared in the night sky and trained him long and hard, stating that he would need anger to be able to accomplish the deeds that would need to be done. With all that training building up the Mankey soon found himself evolving into a Primeape, with his mysterious benefactor gifting him with a knife and saying that his tasks involved killing just a few mon around the city.

By this point Demetrus had been firmly molded into this pokemon's servant, so much so that he would even claim that he would protect his benefactor at any cost. Three years passed as the young Primeape would every so often be told to head into other parts of the city and to find a specific target. Such hunts could take anywhere from a few days to weeks at a time. Demetrus would stalk his target and learn their patterns of behaviors, waiting until he could plan a trap that would lead to their death. Sometimes it was poison in drinks, other times it was grabbing them as they passed by an alley and quickly slicing their throat. At the age of twenty Demetrus began to grow more self conscious of what he did. He soon realized he was nothing more than a tool to this benefactor of his and in a brief moment of clarity he fled the city and wandered the roads for a few days.

His anger at that point was directed at other travelers and led to him being arrested and jailed in Union City. He spent two years behind bars when a Lucario had passed him by. For some reason the Lucario stopped before him, had sat down, and began to talk with him.

At first Demetrus was uncooperative, letting his anger control him and often the Lucario would get up and walk away… only to come back at the same time the next day. After the course of six months Demetrus had to ask why the aura user was even bothering with him and the fighter told the Primeape that he had a lot of anger… but underneath it all he had a soul that needed to be healed. He had seen inmates like him before that had been turned into weapons for the greater good. He barely got past the part where he mentioned that it would allow Demetrus to get out of jail as the Primeape was more than eager to quickly spring out of his prison.

He was led to the college within the city and told that if he could successfully pass his courses and joined the Gold Tribe then he wouldn't have to worry about being behind bars again. Still wary of this deal Demetrus went through the motions of going to class, but his anger kept other students at bay and most took the initiative to place seats between them and the crazy monkey. The one class that spoke to Demetrus was that of battling. It was the one class his first year he passed and the Primeape was proud of that fact. After some discussion among the teachers they set a Machoke as Demetrus' personal tutor, to help with calming him down and not frightening any of the other students.

At first Demetrus resisted and did everything he could to make the teacher go away, but he still remained. Unlike his father who would slap him around for wrong things this mon would discuss with him, treating him like an adult. Over time the kind treatment began to sink into Demetrus' mind and his anger was slowly abated. The only problem was that his kind were naturally angry, so the question was how to curb such anger and only release it when need be? For that he was tutored by a Mienshao who showed him how to bottle his anger and direct its poison at his enemies.

Demetrus' attitude steadily improved over the rest of the year and in subsequent years he was continuously taught new techniques by the Mienshao. By the time he had graduate Demetrus had gained more friends and also had a kinder attitude on life, realizing it wasn't as bleak as it was painted back in Wrothgar. Upon joining the Gold Tribe Demetrus took the title of Thrasher, given that many described his battle style as thrashing about wildly around his enemies. He spent ten years among the ranks until he had his first truly lethal encounter. Even to this day Demetrus doesn't discuss it with others and even those who had been with Demetrus respect his silence and likewise keep their mouthes closed. All that is known is something happened that destroyed the Primeape's lower shackles and left a gash on his right thigh.

After he had recovered it was noticed by all that Demetrus began to train, and even though he was still a great fighter, he aimed to continuously be the best. He trained night and day to keep his reflexes keen and to keep his body rigid with muscle so that he could be prepared for anything that came his way.

Moves: Punishment, Screech, Rage, Focus Energy

Name: Matthew Blaze
Gender: Male
Species: Machamp
Age: 22
Title: The Punisher
Type Mastery: Fighting Type
Nationality: Hesperian Tribe

Appearance: Matthew is the try and true portrait of what a Machamp should be, plus more! His body is thick with muscle, but his eyes also show somewhat of an advanced intelligence. Like other Machamp he wears a black speedo that is held up by his champion's belt that shines in the light. Around his waist he wears a brown pack that he will keep healing items in. The pack itself is easy to open and allows him to throw berries and other such items to allies who need them. Around his lower left wrist he wears a gold bracelet that marks his status within the Gold Tribe.

Personality: Matthew is probably one of the closest embodiments of pride one could find within the Gold Tribe. He's strong, so strong that he can pretty much lift just about anything… and that can lead to somewhat of an inflated ego. If anything, Matthew has a lot of pride on possessing the body he has, that much is seen by anyone who even so much as briefly meets the guy. He isn't above showing off feats of strength for anyone who asks how much he can lift. You ask? He'll show you by lifting up whatever you request with his two upper arms and flexing off his lower two to just give a idea about how much extra power he has.

Even though pride is frowned upon Matthew can't help but bask in the glory of being one of the strongest species of pokemon. Every so often he'll stop in front of a mirror and pose a bit just to adore the look of his own body. He considers himself so strong that he'll even happily tackle competitions that will have him prove his strength. Wrestling matches, boxing, even so much as arm wrestling will get him excited. In such competitions Matthew will make sure he uses no items and likewise will make sure his opponents uses no items either. To Matthew competition isn't about cheating with items, it's about using your natural strengths to overpower your opponents and prove that you are the best. Because of this attitude he'll go head first and battle anyone that tries to beat him on a physical level, much to the annoyance of any leaders on the battlefield since their cries to halt that battle usually fall on deaf ears… that is if the opponent offers a challenge.

What else does Matthew enjoy other than showing off his body? Well he does enjoy reading about old war tactics. He loves picturing what battles hundreds of years ago could have been like. Any other subject will quickly bore him, but talking about war tactics is a good way to wake him.

History: Matthew was born in Union City and abandoned at birth. He still doesn't know who his birth parents are nor why he was abandoned, but he was thankfully rescued by an orphanage that was crammed with other young mon. In such a setting there was bound to be bullying and at first he was targeted by another group of kids. For some time he was thrown about and pushed around until he finally decided to fight back. He had always been warned not to use his strength against the other kids, but one day he just go so angry that he punched a Sandshrew right in the jaw. The ground type's jaw had almost been shattered and he had needed to get a brace set around his neck. Matthew didn't get out of the encounter scotch free either as he was punished by the couple running the orphanage, yet at the same time he received something. Respect.

He learned that by simply forming his hand into a fist he could have the other kids quickly getting out of his way and so much as staring at someone would cause them to shiver in place. He supposed none of them wanted to also end up as that Sandshrew had, and that was how he had gotten his bullies off of his back. As the years passed he eventually evolved into a Machoke which only helped him gain more respect in the orphanage. With his evolution also came new responsibilities where he had to help out around the orphanage more. Since he possessed great strength he soon was responsible for moving things around the house, carrying furniture up and down the stairs, etc.

By the age of eighteen Matthew was kicked out of the orphanage and expected to find some job to support himself, but he had other ideas. He had always heard of the Gold Tribe and went to the college, expecting to be easily accepted into the organization, but much to his horror he was expected to pass something called college and earn his Gold Tribe status that way. So he ended up studying for a few years, just BARELY passing with the help of a few psychics he had met along the way.

Know known as the Punisher, Matthew was more than eager to head out and beat up those who threatened the peace, but that was very rare and often he would end up walking along the streets and every so often having to help a citizen who was new to the city. Whenever he did go out he was eager to beat up the enemy and that attitude just kept him being restricted to the cities until the invasion happened. Needing all the help they could get Matthew was sent out to battle, and fight he did! He pounded enemies to the ground, threw them into their own allies, and broke many skulls. It was just before the retreat to the city of Alamanga that the experience from his battles caused his body to glow and in a few seconds he had gained two new arms, had grown a few inches, and had even more power! Even with his new strength he still had to retreat to the city and so now he waits for a command to lay waste to the enemy's forces. He's a Machamp so it couldn't be that hard to take them all down, right?

Moves: Foresight, Scary Face, Focus Energy, Fling

"-so, that's really it to be honest."

Blaine frowned as he looked at the face of the plant, "Uh… you DO understand right?"

The Bellsprout cocked his head and Blaine let his head bend down, "Well great. Just… great." He stood up and rubbed his forehead, "Another mon that doesn't understand… why me?" He knew that probably none of his mon cared if he was going through a stressful even right now as they stared on.

Derpy had been standing off to the side and finally came up to the plant and began to jabber about while wildly waving his arms about. As was done with Blaine the plant just stared at the water type, almost as if it didn't understand what was being said to it. "Bell…" She said slowly as her eyes stayed trained right on the Totodile.

Blaine groaned at the scene and turned away, "Okay… I need a moment you two. Just… yeah." He began to walk around and he put his hands on top of his head. He took in a few deep breaths to calm himself down as best as he could. He was already on this journey right? His parents had spent cash to get him here, and he didn't want to already give up now. Well, he would have to do his best he supposed. He had already won a battle, so maybe he had a bit of talent for this? It was that or he was lucky to run into that specific boy. In the end though he hadn't done anything. It had been Derpy who took initiative and dealt the last blow to that bird.

Maybe Derpy would be a better trainer… oh dear had his thinking turned so quickly? Derpy being a better trainer! The blasted Totodile would eat all the pokeballs! He kept on rubbing his head forehead as he felt a headache coming on. Oh no, not now! He didn't want physical pain as well! He would just have to keep calm and take deep breaths. He paced back and forth all the while as his new headache throbbed in his skull.

As Blaine was having his mini crisis Derpy looked over at the plant. It seemed in an instant his whole demeanor changed. He reached out with a hand and grabbed the green leaf of the Bellsprout and twisted the leaf. The Bellsprout cried out and tried to pull her leaf away, only for Derpy to twist it even harder. The Bellsprout soon found herself on the ground with the Totodile holding her down. "Toto…" He gurgled out as he twisted the leaf just a bit more, "Tot, totodile?"

The Bellsprout whimpered and looked away from the water type, only to feel her leaf being twisted more and then she quickly nodded. Derpy held that grip for a bit and leaned in a bit closer as he whispered something to the grass type before he let go and pulled her up. He happily patted the grass type on the back just as Blaine turned back to them now that his headache was dying down.

"Okay, that didn't help. Let's just get to the next town." He let out a sigh and looked at the two, "At least you two are getting along okay."

The Bellsprout shivered as the water type patted her back and she slowly nodded while Derpy gave off his trademarked large smile. Blaine recalled the Bellsprout and looked at Derpy, "Will you stay in your ball or should I just not try?"

The Totodile happily shook his head and Blaine sighed, "I thought so. Might as well get moving right?" He returned to the path with Derpy gurgling happily next to him and jumping about happily in the air.