Smiles' Lair

[blaine]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=width,414,btable][cs=2] LUX: CARTH BOURAS It's a brand new me, I have no remorse. Now the water's rising but I know the course.
[cs=2] [style=text-align: center; font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 16px; border-bottom: solid 2px #222222; margin-bottom: 4px; text-transform: center;]FULL NAME Carth Zachery Bouras. A name that has nearly been forgotten over the years. He reveals it rarely to people, allowing them to give him their own nicknames. He doesn't mind, what does he care about people? If he doesn't like someone he can just...throw them away. BACKGROUND Carth was born twenty eight years ago in Saffron City on September 12. He was born into a rather hard life, his family had very little and were constant victims of bad circumstance. His mother died when he was young, meaning he and his older brother had to help their dad support the family. They did so through the "family business", which is to say one of the many mobs of Saffron. The mob took care of them, and Carth learned a great deal from their presence. He did not often attend the school that was offered to him. He instead wished to learn from different teachers, various members of the organization who were willing to teach a boy his age their arts. As time went on, he found himself more comfortable with adults than the weak willed fools that were his age. He liked to use them, practice what he had learned that day. He called it homework. It was a relatively simple life, tough but simple. It wouldn't last forever though, one night his father and rather morally upright brother went off on a snuff job. Only one came back. His brother was shot dead, and nary an eye was batted. This only increased Carth's bad behavior. He constantly blamed his father for his brother's death. Not saying that he killed him exactly, but that he surely could have prevented his death. This would only serve to bite him in the ass later. His father of course rose to power and gained control of the Silph. Company. Carth rode along for the benefits, unleashing pain where he saw fit. The more his father flung around his power, the more Carth acted out over the years. His rather consistent misdeeds and rather loud displeasure with his father would be the core basis for his soon to occur framing. His father was murdered, and he was the prime suspect. He couldn't prove his innocence, so he was naturally convicted. Since he was only the young age of sixteen, Carth was sent to a rather intense military school as punishment. It was supposed to beat the bad out of him, but quite the opposite happened. The more years he spent there, the angrier he became. He took his training very seriously, and planned to use it to kill whoever put him in that hellhole. It was not a very kind few years, but Carth used his rage and hatred as motivation to better himself... OCCUPATION He is second in command of one of the most successful and threatening mobs in Saffron City. Or, at least that is what his dear sister Skell has told him. He has a good deal of power within the organization, though he rarely gets his hands dirty...unless a hit pops up. He loves hits. He has an eternal "Call it" on all bounties or assassinations given to the Mob, such jobs are good for eliminating the stress of "leadership". ALLEGIANCE He supports Lux with his sister. Unlike his sister he isn't too greatly interested in Lux's ideals. He just knows they put out a lot of bounties which he does not mind at all picking up. TRAITS [/style]
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ Impressive strategist ▪ Consistently calm ▪ Delightfully honest ▪ Willing to teach what he knows ▪ Disciplined	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ Sadistic ▪ Brutally unforgiving ▪ Not very "book smart" ▪ Obscene ▪ Sociopath
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] LIKES: ▪ Guns ▪ Shooting things with guns ▪ Hitting things with guns ▪ The art of intimidation ▪ The sound of crashing waves	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] DISLIKES: ▪ Being shot at by saps who can't use a gun right ▪ Being talked down to ▪ Rude grunts ▪ When things don't go right ▪ Fast food
[cs=2] SECRETS:

▪ Military school actually did Carth some good. He has a variety of military based skills, most notably his impeccable aim. It is there that he also obtained his love of guns from.
▪ He has daily target practice with wandering hobos in Saffron.
▪ He fears his sister, but he secretly doesn't respect her. Well, maybe not too secretly, he is just careful not to go too far with his teasing.
▪ He sings show-tunes when he is alone.
▪ He doesn't know how to drive...at least not well.
▪ Most of his pokemon were stolen from others. In fact, he only initially owned his first three. How does he get them to listen to him? Magic.
▪ He is terrible with names.[/div][/td][/tr]

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POKEMON

[classy=mons][classy=moves]PORKSY
Moves:
(*)Water Spout (*)Rapid Spin (*)Water Pulse (*)Withdraw[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]FAT MAN
Moves:
(*)Flamethrower (*)Faint Attack (*)Confuse Ray (*)Hyper Beam[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]DARLS
Moves:
(*)Synthesis (*)Magical Leaf (*)Toxic (*)Pin Missile[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]CRAP
Moves:
(*)Slash (*)Screech (*)Faint Attack (*)Pay Day[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]MORON
Moves:
(*)Hyper Fang (*)Quick Attack (*)Scary Face (*)Reversal[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]PURPS
Moves:
(*)Poison Jab (*)Horn Attack (*)Toxic Spikes (*)Super Fang[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]BB
Moves:
(*)Twineedle (*)Poison Jab (*)Pin Missile (*)Drill Run[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]SAUCER EYES
Moves:
(*)Supersonic (*)Psybeam (*)Poison Fang (*)Zen Headbutt[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]OTHER MORON
Moves:
(*)Poison Fang (*)Supersonic (*)Wing Attack (*)Leech Life[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]HE DOESN'T EVEN REMEMBER THIS GUY
Moves:
(*)Double Hit (*)Fury Attack (*)Quick Attack (*)Flail[/classy][/classy]

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Blaine

[b]DOGS[/b], HAINE RAMMSTEINER as CARTH made by SQUEE for PRE.

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[navitas]

[atrb=border,0,btable][atrb=width,414,btable][cs=2] THE REPUBLIC: NAVITAS GAEPORA Watch the buggers dance, watch 'em till they drop. Keep your wits about you and you stand on top.
[cs=2] [style=text-align: center; font-family: open sans condensed; font-size: 16px; border-bottom: solid 2px #222222; margin-bottom: 4px; text-transform: center;]FULL NAME His name, is Navitas Gaepora. Call him what you want, he shall pay no heed. His dragons might, but hey they ain't too tough. BACKGROUND Navitas was born on May 27, 1982(33 years old), though he never reveals his exact birth date unless he knows someone well. He was born in Black City of the Unova region, and thus was raised among the toughest of criminals and thieves. His own father was a master thief, and taught Navitas all he knew about taking things that didn't belong to him. These skills were essential when his dad died and Navitas was forced to roam the streets on his own. He gained the respect of other criminals due to his skills and he was quickly enrolled in a street gang. They stole for quite a while, but soon Navitas became bored of his life as a petty thief and went on the road for bigger steals. Soon, his face became known all throughout Unova, so Navitas decided to play on this a bit and give himself a theme. He dressed up as a clown in honor of his hero Solian, the master thief that wore clown attire. When he became too well known in Unova and risked getting caught, Navitas traveled to Sinnoh to continue his work. This continued for a long time, until he eventually was wanted by the National Police Force. Fearing his well being, Navitas traveled to the Sevii Islands, where he heard a bunch of criminals were hiding out. Here, he took the life of a pirate and joined a crew based at Chrono Island. However this proved to not be the grand swashbuckling experience Navitas expected, so he went off on his own once more. By now, the great Mainland War was in full swing, and Navitas took advantage of this by feeding the Nox faction information he learned when stealing from rich Lux homes. Navitas had lots of great adventures during the war; grand battles, giant competitions, big heists, meeting his heroes, good times. He became tired though, and sought a way to retire...which wouldn't you know it was right in front of him. In his possession was an antique pen that somehow was worth a huge fortune, and all he had been using it for was autographs. Navitas sold it and happily retired in the Oblivia Region...for a while. He became bored quickly, as master criminals do, and decided to use his fortune to enhance his crime experience. With an arsenal of new toys, his trusty team of dragons, and even a shiny new getup, Navitas is off to create the most whimsical crime spree ever known. OCCUPATION Navitas considers himself a professional thief, and one of the best out there too. Though that doesn't always bring in the dough, so he has set up a side job as an information broker/spy for hire. Navitas knows a great deal of information, but only shares if you can pay. Don't be cheap either or he'll take your wallet. ALLEGIANCE Navitas never liked Lux and he never got too into Nox, but when The Republic came around he was as giddy as could be. He always leaned toward supporting his home country and wouldn't you know now he had an excuse to. He mostly keeps his spy/information selling business limited to Unova, only occasionally branching out if the price is big enough...it mostly isn't. TRAITS [/style]
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ Cunning ▪ Master of the stealthy arts ▪ Polite ▪ Charming ▪ A grand actor ▪ Loyal	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ Not very book smart thanks to the lack of education ▪ Relentless battle style ▪ Has a foul temper ▪ Takes nothing seriously ▪ Compulsive liar
[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] LIKES: ▪ Stealing ▪ Telling tall tales ▪ Apples ▪ Showing off his fancy clothes ▪ Spending time with his poke-pals	[atrb=valign,top][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,207] DISLIKES: ▪ Blood ▪ Rude individuals ▪ Ignorance ▪ Swimming long distances ▪ People who assume too much
[cs=2] SECRETS:

▪ Laughs when he sees blood to mask his fear of it.
▪ Shows great elegance despite knowing very little about anything.
▪ A master sword fighter. He didn't learn traditionally though, he taught himself by blocking thrown stones from his homeless neighbor with sticks.
▪ There is no way to make it official, but he considers himself a dragon master. Just look at his team, you don't get those guys by sitting around and half trying. His new dream is to become an honorary member of the Dragon Elder Council that used to lurk in the Dragon's Lair. If only he knew where they had gone.
▪ Though he usually lurks under bridges or in warehouses, he has a huge mansion in Oblivia. He keeps many of the pokemon he had obtained in his last adventure there, only bringing the ones he could not live without...all ten of them.[/div][/td][/tr]

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POKEMON

[classy=mons][classy=moves]SNIFFLES
Moves:
(*)Zen Headbutt (*)Dragonbreath (*)Flamethrower(TM) (*)Protect[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]BOZO
Moves:
(*)Duel Chop (*)Dragon Pulse (*)Dragon Dance (*)Slash[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]SLAPPY
Moves:
(*)Sand Storm (*)Earth Power (*)Hyper Beam (*)Dragon Claw[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]KRUSTY
Moves:
(*)Dragon Rush (*)Dragon Claw (*)Twister (*)Earthquake(TM)[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]ROCKO
Moves:
(*)Thunderbolt(TM) (*)Hurricane (*)Dragon Dance (*)Outrage[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]RONALD
Moves:
(*)Hyper Voice (*)Dragon Pulse (*)Draco Meteor (*)Focus Blast(TM)[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]BILBO
Moves:
(*)Dragon Pulse (*)Hyper Voice (*)Dragon Dance (*)Cotton Guard[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]FLAPPY
Moves:
(*)Super Power (*)Dragon Claw (*)Revenge (*)Flamethrower(TM)[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]HADES
Moves:
(*)Hyper Beam (*)Dragon Dance (*)Hydro Pump (*)Dragon Pulse[/classy][/classy][classy=mons][classy=moves]BEAN
Moves:
(*)Psychic (*)Heal Pulse (*)Amnesia (*)Water Pulse[/classy][/classy]

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Blaine

[b]FINAL FANTASY[/b], emperor mateus as NAVITAS made by SQUEE for PRE.

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NOX: JUAN NOCTERIUM Let the stormy clouds chase everyone from the place. Come on with the rain I've a smile on my face.

FULL NAME Juan Nocterium. Call him whatever else you'd like, he doesn't mind. Though why you would is a pure wonder, Juan is a fun name to say. Go on, try it. BACKGROUND Juan was born on April 23, 1967 (46). He was raised in Hearthome City in a fairly large family of battlers. Juan's four siblings were so competitive, always bickering or battling or just being generally rowdy. Juan, the youngest in the family, wasn't quite the same. Believe it or not, Juan was not a very good battler in his early youth. His delicate Barbroach was no match for his siblings' bigger and scarier pokemon. Always they would poke fun at their young brother, taunting him to dump the water type and try something "manlier". He wouldn't dare, there was something about the water type pokemon that was so beautiful, how could he simply ignore them because of his lack of training skill. Do not fear for Juan though, for the young boy soon discovered something much greater than battling. Hearthome would soon host a new outlet for trainers known as Pokemon Contests. Juan was immediately entranced by the strange new art of coordinating, it was a wonder how these trainers could pull off such beautiful wonders with their pokemon. Everyday he would go to the contest hall and watch one of the contests, each one increasing his interest. He was soon a contest super fan, and he desperately wished to be apart of it. Every day he would train with his Barbroach for hours and hours, attempting grand move combinations and dazzling affection techniques. It wasn't long until Juan believed they were ready for their very first contest. Juan entered and well, he was eliminated in the first round. The humiliation was terrible, his siblings ragged on him for days. It almost discouraged him from further participation. However, his embarrassment gave him drive. He trained his Barbroach for a longer period of time, making sure every single combination and technique was just right. For a whole year he relentlessly trained, and eventually gathered enough courage to compete again. He did better, this time getting eliminated in the second round. He pressed on, coming up with systems and smoother routines. Again, offed in the second round. He improved his systems, second round. Eventually Juan did away with the systems and decided to focus more on creativity. That turned out to be a much better focused, he made it to the third round. He decided to take it up a notch, giving himself and his Barbroach more personality and character. He made it to the finals. After a few more tweaks and some good old fashion luck, Juan soon won his very first contest. He didn't stop there, he continued to improve himself and was soon swimming in ribbons. It wasn't long until Juan decided to try a more advanced cup. Less luck there, made it to the second round on his first try. With the competition much tougher, Juan struggled to remain prominent and above the rest. He attempted to really crank the creativity juices and after some more intense practice he actually ended up winning an advanced cup. He kept himself from trying the next level though, the pokemon there were far too majestic. Barbroach was adorable, but cuteness only got you so far. He kept to the advanced cup, obtaining rather minor success. He decided to add more variety, and added a Horsea and a Poliwag to his coordinating team (they were Christmas gifts no less). He regularly competed in minor and advanced contests for many years, only finally moving up to the next level when his Barbroach miraculously evolved into a Whiscash. He was sixteen years old by now, and within the new higher cup he made a name for himself. With his increasing skill from years of practice, Juan soon gained the confidence to attempt more challenging cups quicker than before. By eighteen he had beaten all the cups available except the ever so soul crushing Master Class cup. With a highly trained Whiscash, Seadra, and Poliwhirl, Juan gathered up all the greatness within him and competed. For once he actually won on his first try. That really got some attention. Juan was suddenly a home town celebrity, the youngest man to beat a Master Class cup on his first try. He kept competing, and though he didn't win the master cups very often he did get far enough to retain his hometown fame. Soon enough the Championship Cup came around, and Juan had enough Master Cup wins under his belt to enter. He used every trick in his hat in that competition to make the unheard of happen. He got second place. A rookie Master Cup coordinator got second place in the Sinnoh National Championship. This was the stuff of silly sports movies. Juan was suddenly "One of the greats", a true force to reckon with. However, it wasn't enough for Juan. He believed there was nowhere to go but up, so he decided to leave Sinnoh and journey to the birthplace of the Pokemon Contest: Hoenn. Juan backpacked across Hoenn with his pokemon, back in the days when Contest Tents were everywhere. As you can imagine, the competition was very stiff. Minor cups often had appearances from champion coordinators who liked to kick around rookies. Juan gave the few he met a run for their money, though he rarely could beat such masterful coordinators. It was in Hoenn that Juan met his mentor, a stuffy old coot in Petalburg who loved water types almost as much as Juan. Said old mentor was a relic of the coordinators of old, the very first few when contests were thought to be some foolish pacifist fad. His mentor was the sort to denounce the modern contest, thinking it to be too commercialized and soulless (yeah one of those people). The old man decided to "enlighten" Juan and taught him some routines and tricks from the olden days. He also gave Juan a lesson in charisma so he could more easily win over the judges and audiences alike. Juan would continually visit Petalburg throughout his journey just to learn more from the old coordinator. Though he is a much bigger impact on a different aspect of Juan's life. The kindling of Juan's battler spirit. The old mentor would eventually invite Juan to battle him during one of his visits. Juan was reluctant since he hadn't battled in a long time but his mentor put it this way. Battling goes hand in hand with coordinating, with the right mindset. Juan trained with the old man with such a concept in mind and soon found himself to actually be skilled in the art of battle. Better yet he enjoyed it, not as much as coordinating but it was still a blast. Juan soon began to incorporate battle training into his normal contest practice. As time went on he began battling more and more often with other trainers, and thanks to the fact that he would use slightly altered contest routines that he had already been practicing for years he turned out to be quite the trainer. He mostly focused on contests though, slowly climbing his way up to the top tier of coordinators. He settled himself in Lilycove and practically barreled his way to the Hoenn National Championships. He was age Twenty Four when he became the newest Hoenn Champion Coordinator, and he had never been happier in his life. Juan continued to take part in contests, but with a championship under his belt he had less drive than before. His mentor suggested trying the gym leader challenge, and Juan eventually decided that didn't sound so bad. He prepared a team of six water types to take on the gym leaders of the time, and after a year of procrastinated training he actually decided to go through with it. It took quite a few tries and a good amount of time, but Juan eventually conquered all eight gyms and went off to challenge the Elite Four. He was utterly crushed by the first of the four and Juan decided it was time to take a break from battling. He didn't think himself champion material anyway. Juan continued to compete in contests for quite a while, gaining quite a fortune from all the prize money he won. It was with the tragic passing of his mentor that Juan opened a new chapter in his life. He used his fortune to live to the fullest, going on grand adventures in an attempt to fill up his life as his mentor had not. He also stretched out his coordinator celebrity status, several charities charities, acting as a judge for several contests, and even dabbling in acting for a while. He wrote a couple of romance novels for sport (gathering a rather large female following), learned to speak french because why not, and lots of other stuff that people do in an attempt to fulfill themselves. Ah, but the greatest of honors was yet to come. Juan would soon be invited by the Hoenn Pokemon League to be an official Gym Leader of Hoenn. The eighth slot of the circuit no less. Most didn't expect Juan to accept the offer because of his constant travel and business, but surprisingly Juan was happy to accept. Juan quickly hightailed it to Sootopolis City to settle into his new job. By day Juan would teach youngsters and older fans alike on the art of "beauty battle", the nickname for Juan's move combination battle style. By night, he took on challengers in a grand nighttime spectacular that the whole public could enjoy. Every night, one or two trainers would challenge Juan for their final badge on a stage of ice, water, and bright shiny things. Yet, he preferred the time spent teaching during the day. The wide eyed look he saw from his pupils as he displayed dazzling move combinations always gave him a warm feeling inside. He was especially interested in a young boy who went by the name of Wallace, whose natural skill, appreciation of beauty, and stunning ambition greatly impressed Juan. He took on the boy as his own protege, and taught him everything he knew. Fittingly, it would be Wallace who would take Juan's place as the Sootopolis gym leader upon his retirement. For you see, as grand as the night battles were, they put a toll of Juan. He fought at least one trainer every night, and since he spent the day teaching there was little time for rest. It became so tiresome that Juan put out one grand final show (very few people can replicate such a fabulous event) and moved challenges to day-only, teaching his pupils in between battles. This went on for several years before Juan began to secretly regret his job. It was so boring compared to the adventurous life he had before, just battles day after day after day after day with very few chances for vacation. Thus, Juan decided to take on an early retirement, after several years of Leader service. He passed on his duties to the now grown up Wallace and went of to explore the other regions. His adventures went on for a couple of years before the duties of Gym Leader would plop on top of him once more. Wallace became champion of the Hoenn region, which made Juan as proud as a mentor could be but also left the Eighth Gym leaderless. Juan reluctantly agreed to do his ward a favor and watch the gym until he could find a new leader, which took far longer than expected. He did not teach very often this time around, but he did protect his badge for as long as he was able. Then, the war began, and with the collapse of the Pokemon league Juan decided to skedaddle. He ran to a region far outside the mainlands, a region that very few have even heard of and is so secret that I don't even know about it. He lived in secluded luxury there, but that soon changed when word of the war's effects came to him...five years later. With Hoenn and Sinnoh in perpetual ruin, Juan decided it was time to return to the mainlands. He gathered his courage and pokemon and set off on yet another adventure, though this one shall have greater consequences that he will not be able to foresee. OCCUPATION Juan isn't sure what war he wishes to take in the war, just that he knows he needs to do something, For now he is using his mastery in the art of suave and love of travel to be a spy within the Hoenn region. Perhaps in the future he shall have a greater role, but for now he is (for once) not eager to jump into a spotlight. ALLEGIANCE Juan does not "support" the causes of either faction technically. He finds them both to be petty for resorting to violence so quickly. However, because his apprentice is supporting Nox he has decided to align himself with Nox as well. Plus they rule Hoenn, and he isn't very keen on living anywhere else at the moment. TRAITS

POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ Suave ▪ Optimistic ▪ Constantly Jolly ▪ Hard to Anger ▪ Kind ▪ Only fights if he must ▪ Creative Thinker	NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ A tad full of himself ▪ Will show no mercy if provoked ▪ Overly Truthful ▪ Incredibly Dramatic ▪ Absent Minded on occasion
LIKES: ▪ The finer things in life ▪ The little things too ▪ Water pokemon ▪ Water in general ▪ Traveling	DISLIKES: ▪ Rudeness ▪ Being stuck in one place for a long time ▪ Clingy people ▪ People who don't slow down ▪ People who complain and hate too much

SECRETS: ▪ Juan's adventures are numerous and bizarre. According to him he: Rode a tauros Mt. Silver, rode the whirlpools around the whirlpool islands like an amusement park ride on a wailmer, bounced down Mt. Coronet on the same Wailmer, walked across each of the Unova Bridges backwards, got chased by an army of beedrills for three miles, rode a unicycle down cycle road, currently holds the record of most pidgy wings eaten at a small family restaurant in Kanto, won a staring contest with a gengar, fell down the Ever Grande falls in a barrel, and won a game of hacky sack with a hitmontop . He has many stories like this, though whether they are true or not is questionable. Then again he isn't known to lie... ▪ His six book pokemorph romance novel series, "Oblivious Attraction", has a rabid female following. Though Juan liked to surround himself with his fans, he only has eyes for one woman. A foreign coordinator who became the gym leader of his home town: Fantina. She is partly the reason he bothered to learn french...though it was mostly for fun. He has never gotten up the courage to meet her, though with the war raging he now fears he'll never meet her at all. ▪ Wherever he goes, no matter the place, his trusty butler Sebastian shall be by his side. Sebastian is a snooty middle aged Unovian who has made it his duty to protect Juan after Juan rescued him from an angry Rhydon in (place secret region name here). Sebastian usually likes to remain deadpan and calm, though he is known for being a master boxer, thus messing with him is not the best course of action. Some people believe that Juan's companion is also his "partner", though Juan is quick to dismiss those claims. Sebastian already has a husband in Unova after all. ▪ Juan loves to swim, but only if the water is cold. He cannot stand warm water, he thinks it doesn't feel natural. ▪ Juan used to enter contest with more than just water types. He actually has many pokemon of various types, but has kept them stored since his rise to gym leader. Maybe they shall finally get some use in the future.

POKEMON [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]TANZANITE Moves: (*)Mud Bomb (*)Water Pulse (*)Spark (*)Zen Headbutt [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]TOURMALINE Moves: (*)Dragon Pulse (*)Dragon Dance (*)Water Pulse (*)Twister [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]IOLITE Moves: (*)Bounce (*)Hydro Pump (*)Mud Shot (*)Bubble Beam [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]KYANITE Moves: (*)Blizzard (*)Aurora Beam (*)Ice Ball (*)Signal Beam [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]LAZULI Moves: (*)Crab Hammer (*)Sword Dance (*)Superpower (*)Vicegrip [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]SPINEL Moves: (*)Ice Shard (*)Ice Beam (*)Water Pulse (*)Dragon Pulse [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]ZIRCON Moves: (*)Water Pulse (*)Aqua Ring (*)Psychic (*)Icy Wind [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]AGATE Moves: (*)Twister (*)Recover (*)Mirror Coat (*)Water Pulse [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]APATITE Moves: (*)Heavy Slam (*)Water Spout (*)Water Pulse (*)Bounce [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]FLUORITE Moves: (*)Sword Dance (*)Razor Shell (*)Air Slash (*)Fury Cutter

WHO ELSE DO YOU PLAY? Blaine, Navitas, Carth, Xelx. [b]POKEMON[/b], juan as HIMSELF made by SMILES for PRE.

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[shirley]

THE REPUBLIC: SHIRLEY JONES Well I know what's right, I got just one life, in a world that keeps on pushin' me around but I'll stand my ground, and I won't back down.

FULL NAME He prefers his true name, Shirley Jones. Yes Shirley is a girl's name, make fun of it if you wish. Your funeral. BACKGROUND All the way down in Solaceon Town, 52 years ago, a young woman died in childbirth. The child survived, and as a distraught father held him in his arms he worried over the future. the father wasn't there for the birth, he was a hooligan. A leader of a local biker gang who had just come back from a weekend of merrymaking. He heard from a neighbor that his wife had gone into labor and rushed to the hospital, only to find himself a single father. He wasn't prepared for this, the baby itself was an accident but the two agreed to work as a partnership. The father was unsure yet happy. He was reluctant to give up his careless life of adrenaline fueled rough and tumble, but on the other hand a child would be one of the few great things to happen to him in his life. Well it would have if it wasn't the cause of such tragedy. He was barely prepared to take care of a child with his wife, how on earth would he take care of one alone? He wouldn't, in his heart he knew he lacked the maturity and patience needed to raise a baby. At least correctly. With his care, the child would grow up to be a terrible person. Such a thing would desecrate his wife's memory. No, as the last remnant of his beloved it was his duty to ensure his proper upbringing. Thus he left the boy at the doorstep of his neighbor and rode out of town. He did name the boy before leaving. The father was all too aware of the evils of the world, and though he wanted his child to be raised properly he would be able to face this cruel world and come out unscathed. Thus he gave the boy a name that would not only ensure his ability to survive, but also keep his beloved's memory with the boy. He gave him the name of the mother: Shirley. The neighbor, upon finding young Shirley on his doorstep, did not know what to think. He had lived by those two upstart kids for about five years, and never thought something like this would happen. It is just one of those odd things you could not predict. The neighbor, known as Kevin Jones in town, was a middle aged man who acted as Solaceon's sheriff. He was reluctant to take on this responsibility, but after reading the Father's note left with Shirley he was too heart broken to pass the boy up. Besides, ever since his own wife passed the man had been rather lonely, and he has always wanted a kid of his own. Thus he took the boy in, he even kept the prissy name out of respect for the mother. He raised Shirley as his own, under his surname and morals. As you can imagine, growing up with a female name was not very easy for Shirley. He was constantly picked on by the children his age, and though Kevin would warn him against it Shirley always reacted violently. Shirley was rambunctious at his age, full of ambition and longing. It was unfortunate that he was ragged on so heavily, it led to him being rather hot headed and harsh. Kevin offered to change it early in the boy's life, but surprisingly the boy declined. He had found the note by then you see, Kevin had planned to give it to him by his sixteenth birthday but Shirley was too nosy. He understood why he was stuck with that name and accepted it, counting the days before he would be old enough to go out on his own and find the ass that named him Shirley. Soon enough (at age seventeen) Shirley would say goodbye to the man that raised him, and go out on a journey to find his father. Before he left, Kevin had given Shirley a pokemon. A little Coragunk companion to give him company. With his new friend at his side, Shirley set off. He ventured all across Sinnoh, meeting strange people and situations. True, his youthful self was still a hot headed fool, but he had a strange charisma that got people to like him. Probably his energetic nature or something, or natural eagerness. Shirley got a few more pokemon along the way, even evolved his Croagunk. He enjoyed battling, a lot less messy than punching someone in the face. Wasn't afraid to brawl though, after all a name like Shirley is bound to bring trouble. He pushed on past every obstacle though, and eventually found what he sought. Two years. It took two years to track down his father to an out of the way bar near Oreburgh City. As soon as he confirmed his Father's name, Shirley let loose a nasty punch to his face. Confused, the Father fought back and the two brawled for ten straight minutes. Eventually, the Father became winded and admitted defeat. Shirley revealed who he was and let loose every reason why he despised his Father and what he did to him. All those years of torment and anger were let loose with the harshest words the boy could think of. Although he was indeed furious at his Father for refusing responsibility, Shirley recognized the positive aspects of his name and revealed those to his Father as well. After his two speeches, Shirley forgave his Father, who promised to keep in touch from now on. Shirley refused that promise, instead convincing him to travel with him back to Solaceon. To make up for lost time. The two traveled back home, only to receive the wretched news that Kevin fell to a heart attack. Shirley's Father offered to live with him for a while but Shirley didn't want to stay in town. He sold Kevin's house and went back on the road with his Father. The most important part about this new journey was what he learned from his Father. The man had greatly matured since that day he left his child on a doorstep, he actually had good wisdom to share. Such as it is fine to be tough and even to display it, but being hot headed and overly eager was not the way to do it. Calm and tranquil was the way to go, being easily angered and brawl-ready wasted energy that you could be using to live. It made sense to Shirley, and from then on tried to be much more calm and laid back. He practiced the art of wit, countering those who made fun of his name with his words rather than his fists. Wit was not easy to comprehend, let alone master. It would take years and years and years for him to get it down. Until then, he just kept himself collected. Eventually he and his Father parted ways, promising that they would meet again in a year's time. During that year Shirley settled down in Canalave City and learned how to box. He admits that he should have learned boxing years ago, it was a good deal of fun to him. He even taught his pokemon a thing or two. He trained the whole year before going out to meet his Father, who didn't show up. In his stead was an older woman who told Shirley that his Father got stuck in the middle of a rogue Garchomp's rampage and perished. Shirley didn't take the news well. He didn't want himself to get stuck in some sort of depression so he decided to get away from Sinnoh and seclude himself. By seclude I mean he joined the army. Within the armed forces he taught himself how to use a proper weapon, and wasn't half bad. He soon enough found a new passion within knives, which were so handy and fun that he made them his weapon of choice. Shirley served overseas in a small dispute between two lesser known regions. Did fine for five years, but as luck would have it he lost his pointer, middle, and ring finger on his left hand. At least he's right handed right? Day before his departure too, oh well he didn't mind. His metallic replacements were cool looking anyway. He did not rejoin after his service ran its course though. War wasn't too great a prospect to invest in. He still wanted to stay away from Sinnoh though, so he became a traveling "muscle for hire". He didn't quite stand out at first, so he decided to pull himself aside and train some more in the boxing art. It took some doing, but eventually the man was a force to be reckoned with. Plus with fancy knife work on his side, hand to hand combat with 'ol Shirley was a hard concept to grasp. He was only fairly good with a gun though, so he was sure to practice his aim on his off time while protecting diplomats and pop stars. Remember that wit I mentioned? Well by age thirty it was finely tuned and sharp. Shirley learned the bodyguard trade and made himself a top hire. It was moderately uneventful, but he met a lot of interesting and fun people. Some of his best friends were met during these days. He would also travel between jobs, visiting other regions just to see how they looked. Time went on, Shirley became older and wiser. Work was easy to come by and fun, and he never found himself short on money. He actually claimed that he wouldn't mind if the rest of his life went this way. He wasn't that lucky though. The mainland war began, and anyone old enough to work a gun flocked to the two factions Lux and Nox for battle. Most folks his age wouldn't bother getting involved, in fact by then they would retire. Shirley tried retirement, it was boring. he wanted to keep himself busy, so for a while he acted as a bodyguard for various Lux politicians. He grew to dislike Lux's views though and became a bodyguard for Nox leaders. He found Nox to be pretentious though, and left them soon enough. Since he hated both sides equally, Shirley decided to dive into uncharted territory. He became a mercenary. He was rather successful too. He pretty much worked for anyone willing to take up his price, and in a war such as this jobs were aplenty. He still serves as a mercenary today, more for entertainment now rather than money. An old man's got to keep busy. He doesn't care who wins the war, as long as he is alive to see the end he'll be happy. OCCUPATION Shirley is using his military training and overall experience to act as a mercenary. He works for anyone that will pay his price, which is rather modest in these dark times. He enjoys the work though he isn't very proud of it. After all, war ain't fun. Thus he mostly leans toward guard jobs, though he is very willing to take up arms if he is hired to. Money's money. ALLEGIANCE Depends on what side has hired him. When asked, Shirley will always respond with The Republic, even though he does not technically support them more than the other two factions. The Republic stands on neutral ground, which is more than enough for Shirley to get behind its shroud. He is not fond for any of the factions' values, but he does not complain. Complaining does not provide work. TRAITS

POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ "Chill" as could be ▪ Witty ▪ Hard to anger ▪ Jolly ▪ Imaginative	NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ Ruthless ▪ Holds a terrible grudge ▪ Prone to rudeness ▪ Overly competitive ▪ Smug...so very smug
LIKES: ▪ Walking ▪ Boxing ▪ Knives knives knives knives KNIVES ▪ Relaxing ▪ Meeting new people	DISLIKES: ▪ Hotheads ▪ Youngsters who disrespect their elders ▪ Being called old ▪ Being outsmarted ▪ Attempts to provoke him

SECRETS: ▪ Though he likes to find other solutions to problems, he isn't afraid to settle things with violence. Heck depending on the job he may even kill you. However, no situation or circumstance will ever allow Shirley to harm a child. Ever. In fact he would protect a child over completing a job any day. It just wouldn't be right. By the way, ask him to harm a child and he'll shoot you in the face. ▪ All of his pokemon are male, he just gives them female names to toughen them up. ▪ He's never entered a boxing tournament. He's afraid he'll get his behind handed to him by the other bigger and meaner professional boxers. ▪ The inside of his coat is lined with an assortment of knives. Flip knives, throwing knives, dinner knives, lots of knives. He also has two guns, two plane ho hum pistols that he barely uses because he has rather sad aim. ▪ All of his pokemon, at some degree, know how to box. Shirley often has them spar with each other as training. Some are better than others... ▪ See those weird dark purple boots that clash with his brighter brown clothes? No? I'll tell you the story anyway. Well at one point a friend of his gave him a tip on a certain rogue Garchomp that was spotted near Sunnyshore City. Feeling in a vengeful mood, Shirley pulled a bunch of favors and would lead a mini-platoon of trainers to rip the father killing rogue dragon type a new one. When the epic battle was done, he made it into a fine pair of boots.

POKEMON [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]SALLY Moves: (*)Revenge (*)Sucker Punch (*)Poison Jab (*)Drain Punch [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]KELLY Moves: (*)Sky Uppercut (*)Mega Punch (*)Bullet Punch (*)Counter [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]DONNA Moves: (*)Sword Dance (*)Iron Head (*)Fury Attack (*)Megahorn [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]JANE Moves: (*)Wood Hammer (*)Sucker Punch (*)Faint Attack (*)Stone Edge [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]ROSE Moves: (*)Shadow Punch (*)Sucker Punch (*)Confuse Ray (*)Shadow Ball [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]MARTHA Moves: (*)Electro Ball (*)Swift (*)Thunderpunch (*)Fire Punch [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]AMY Moves: (*)Power Whip (*)Rock Climb (*)Iron Head (*)Magnet Rise [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]CLARA Moves: (*)Ice Punch (*)Shadow Punch (*)Will-o-wisp (*)Hex [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]RIVER Moves: (*)Dragon Dance (*)Dual Chop (*)Outrage (*)Aqua Tail [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]SARAH Moves: (*)Bullet Punch (*)Meteor Mash (*)Agility (*)Thunderpunch

WHO ELSE DO YOU PLAY? Blaine, Xelx, Navitas, Carth, Juan [b]SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN[/b], commander dot pixis as SHIRLEY made by SQUEE for PRE.

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