Name: Seth Arosi
Appearance: Seth has short, black hair, but always wears his father's baseball cap, so it's rarely seen anyway. He's about 5' 10", and he has brown eyes and a regular sized nose. His mouth is a bit wide, and his face takes on a slightly circular shape. He's also fairly skinny because of his abnormally fast metabolism. He also carries around a large backpack. He is 15 years old.
Personality: He's a bit of a glutton- he loves to eat, and others are occasionally embarrassed by how much he eats. He is very sarcastic, but he can be kind if he wants to- which doesn't happen very often unless he knows you very well or respects you, which in the past has gotten him in trouble with authority. He is also a liar, and that sometimes gets the better of him. He usually respects people who show that they are determined to do the most they can to accomplish goals, but most other people get the cold shoulder for a while. He doesn’t like slackers, either- but sometimes, he pushes other people and his Pokemon a bit too hard. In other words, he can be cold, but he has a kind side and has respect for those who are determined.
History: Seth grew up in Lacunosa Town, known for his ability to eat a lot in little time. He was a happy kid, but his mother died in childbirth, leaving his father depressed for a few years. This influenced his current personality. HIs father tried to be the best he could after those few years. His father was a good friend of Elesa’s, and after traveling to the Desert Resort with her, came back with a Scraggy for his son. Scraggy has since been Seth’s right hand man. He trained Scraggy to be a great fighter, but he didn’t use Scraggy to fight- yet. Until the day that the Plasma Regime began. They didn’t thoroughly check if Lacunosa Town had surrendered, however, so his Scraggy was saved- for a bit. His father became part of Plasma right away out of fear, but since his son decided to keep Scraggy and not join, he told his son to run away before he was forced to take away his Pokemon. During his flight, he had to use Scraggy to fight a few Plasma grunts, but the Scraggy remained nearly unchanged in battle experience. Running through thick forests but not going through specific routes, he ran towards the Pokemon League, knowing that there was a collection of cliffs there. He stayed hiding in caves on Victory Road training Scraggy, and then, hearing of the Council, decided to see if he could join.
Sample Post: Seth looked at the disastrous skies, which was supposedly a miracle to many of the people who lived in Lacunosa Town. Surely this Pokemon could do something to the scary one in the Giant Chasm nearby! Then, they would get peaceful sleep at night! And this was the original dragon- the one that was the same one from the myths- then they should definitely do what the rider said, for the best! But Seth didn’t think it was a miracle. Not at all, especially with the rider yelling what he feared the most. With the rider saying the disastrous words that would corrupt the world between him and Scraggy.
“People of Lacunosa Town! Free your Pokemon! Release your Pokemon into the wild, where they truly belong!” cried the young, green haired rider who looked as if he were one with the Pokemon in the town. As Seth stared at the skies above, his Scraggy walked to Seth’s leg and held it tightly. Seth looked down. He couldn’t really blame the little guy. Seth was scared, too.
Of course, Seth knew that his dad would cower. Although Seth’s father loved Pokemon, and thought that Pokemon and humans were meant to be together, he always told Seth about the original dragon. “And he was amazingly powerful, more powerful than Alder’s Escavalier! But then it was split into two different...” Dad would say. Seeing it in person would test in beliefs. But Dad was also a bit of a coward, and he wasn’t the best role model out there.
“Join Team Plasma! Free the Pokemon!”
Seth looked back. In the house, behind the open door, Dad’s facial expression gave a thoughtful look. Don’t do it, Dad, thought Seth, hoping his Dad would somehow notice the telepathic message he tried to send.
A chorus of people quickly began to release their pokemon, with chants of “Plasma! Plasma! Plasma!” resonating around the town’s streets.
Seth gave his Dad a pleading look. But Dad stuck with the crowd. “Plasma!” he shouted, seeming unsure of his decision.
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Later that day, Seth and his father sat down.
“I know you want to keep your Pokemon, but please, release it.”
“No.” Seth was defiant in his answer.
“I don’t want you to... be hurt by this Plasma regime. Please, release it, and let us be happy.”
“No, dad, I won’t! I trained him with my own hands!”
“What are you going to do, then?”
“I’m going to leave. Don’t try and follow me, I’ll lose you deep in the woods. I’m not telling you where I’m going. You’re part of Plasma now. I’m not going to let you catch me.” Seth stood up.
As he walked and turned the handle, he said, “I know you are my father, but from this day on, me and you are enemies, enemies till’ all this stuff ends.
Seth barged out with a large backpack full of supplies, money he stole from his father before the conversation, and all the non-perishable food he could find.
And something illegal. A PokeBall.
Password: Unovan Path all with Pokemon
Allegiance: Council