LYNNE, ENGINEER

[lynne]

NOX: EVELYN MATTHEWS I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE

FULL NAME EVELYN MATTHEWS was the name her momma gave her, but has been calling herself LYNNE since when she was in diapers. In school, she earned the nickname WHIZ-KID but she never liked the title much. BACKGROUND Born in a Celadon City hospital on NOVEMBER 13TH, Lynne spent the majority of her early childhood living in a TRAILER PARK just outside Celadon City limits. It was poverty, but it was not an unhappy upbringing; father, mother, and daughter lived a comfortable if not plain life of hand-washed clothes and the old family recipe for vegetable stew. As a child, Lynne could best be described as a tinkerer. Anything she could get her hands on as a child she would carefully take apart - then cue massive tears when her toddler hands couldn't quite figure out how to put it back together again. She was constantly seen waddling after her father, who was a very do-it-yourself-dad as well as a mechanic and was constantly helping the community out with simple repairs for their motor homes. Despite both being high school dropouts, Evelyn's parents were very adamant about the face that Evelyn must receive a decent education so that she wouldn't end up knocked up in a trailer down the road by age sixteen. So determined that their daughter would attend college and make something of herself, her parents outright forbade her from taking the average ten year old's crusade across Kanto to become a Pokemon trainer. They did, however, relent a little and allow her to keep a Poochyena she brought home one day which she had found abandoned and roaming Celadon. When she was old enough to enter the public school system, her parents set her up with a very decent laptop - probably the most expensive item in their home minus the trailer itself - and a city public transit pass. As long as the report cards sent home gave every indication that Lynne was succeeding in her studies, her parents essentially gave her free reign. Lynne found herself using this free reign quite liberally. School, tests, papers and all of the academia crap came quite naturally to her. It took hardly any effort at all to finish the day's homework and have the rest of the day to her leisure. Unfortunately, Evelyn didn't really have friends besides her Poochyena. The distance from her school to the trailer park and perhaps the shabbiness of her clothes or the little hint of an uneducated twang in her voice meant that most parents didn't particularly want their precious son or daughter hanging around her. Kids will be kids - but children can be so cruel, no? The teasing and social isolation forced Evelyn to turn to other means of distracting herself, or risk the hints of depression spiraling into something much worse. She spent most of her free time in the public libraries around the city, voraciously filling herself with knowledge in attempts to alleviate the emptiness she felt aching in her chest. Every weekend, she spent her days up to her elbows in motor grease, helping out at her dad's shop. At these times, the little girl could truly come alive; customers would find it hard to believe that the smiling girl in pigtails with a little engine oil on one cheek was reserved and sullen at school, keeping her head deep in her book. Evelyn soon stopped being good at school and became exceptional. An elite private technical school paid to have her tested at age ten, and found that her IQ qualified her as a genius. This new school offered her a full scholarship to attend, which she accepted. The new school was a boarding school, however; though her parents' buttons were popping with pride, it marked an end to her time spent in the familiar comfort of their trailer community and the motor shop. If she had felt like an outsider in public school, it was even worse at the boarding school. Most kids came from wealthy families and had much more experience in way of life, travel, pokemon training... She fell into a similar routine as she had a her old school - now she spent her free time in computer labs rather than libraries and a robotics studio rather than her dad's shop, but it was much the same. Eventually, however, one of the members of the school's robotics team reached out to her and offered her a spot on the team. Lynne accepted instantly, so eager to finally have a sense of belonging. Finally, Lynne had a "group." She helped bring the team victories, and they helped to show her what the glorious city of Celadon had to offer. The team won a lot of money from their competitions, and it wasn't as if the other members needed much extra money to begin with, so Lynne found herself quickly initiated into a world of fancy dinners and navigating conversations about the latest technologies. When she was fourteen and fifteen, this evolved into sneaking into clubs and watching pokemon battle gambling of questionable legality. They never got caught - all of these rich, well-off families were of course major Lux supporters, living in Kanto, so there would probably be little consequence for the spoiled boarding school kids even if they had been. Inadvertently around this time, Lynne also began to expand her own Pokemon team by way of prizes from Hackathons and lucky wins from slots. Into her sixteenth year, however, Lynne got herself into a spot of trouble. It started small - helping people turn off the filters on the school computer network, for example. It escalated a little; the robotics club president ran into a smidgen of academic trouble when her senioritis kicked in, and needed a couple of points added to her grades to make sure she could keep her scholarship. Evelyn was happy to help, though there was always a bit of hesitation; the thought of returning to her parents after losing her scholarship was unimaginable. However, though it was no secret that Evelyn was smart, it soon became apparent just how easy it was to get her to do something. Never wanting to jeopardize her social life, Lynne was if anything eager to please. Another one of the senior members of the club got into a "situation," as he described it. A DUI over the weekend... wouldn't it be a simple thing for a smart girl like Lynne to make it go away for him? Unfortunately for young Evelyn, the police network of Celadon city was a bit more protected (especially in light of the Lux versus Nox conflict) than anything the school had ever set up. Lynne wiped the incident away on the police network and thought she had washed her hands of it, but unknowingly left a digital trail. And that was why, walking back to her dorm one weekend, Lynne was surprised to find her room forced open and her room very hastily searched. Her Rotom, who had taken to possessing her mini-fridge, was able to convey the gist of what had happened. It wasn't just the school that had gotten involved; because the network was monitored by Lux, her little intrusion had gotten her in trouble with some people a little higher up on the ladder. What she did next was an act of panic. She packed a bag, wired all of the money from the Robotics team to a private account, and left. The scare tactics of Lux to keep control over their citizens had worked; Lynne was scared. She headed to Johto, to the coast, and got in contact with Nox. She's been working with them for a little under a year now, but is still at the tender age of SIXTEEN. She's kept her nose out of battles at this point but has found other ways to prove her usefulness. OCCUPATION Officially, Lynne is an ENGINEER. Anything and everything that needs her technical skills - setting up illegal broadcasts, breaking into secure networks, or mechanical fixes - she usually helps out on. ALLEGIANCE Nox - She would like to say that she joined Nox because she believes wholeheartedly in their means and methods of truth and justice. She would like to say that she'd do anything for her cause. In reality, Lynne joined Nox because she got in trouble with Lux. While she believes in the ideals of Nox, if she was being honest with herself she preferred the naive simplicity of an ordered and routine lifestyle under Lux in Kanto. TRAITS

POSITIVE TRAITS: ▪ a genius on paper ▪ skilled hacker/mechanic ▪ happy-go-lucky ▪ compassionate ▪ loyal	NEGATIVE TRAITS: ▪ social anxiety (though she hides it behind a cheerful face) ▪ manipulable ▪ naive ▪ poor decision making ▪ emotional
LIKES: ▪ taking things apart, building, tinkering ▪ electric types ▪ her pokemon ▪ seeing the world ▪ contributing, feeling useful, belonging ▪ late nights ▪ the ideals of Nox	DISLIKES: ▪ the war ▪ being thought of/treated like a hick ▪ being a fugitive ▪ early mornings ▪ the methods of Nox

SECRETS: ▪ After hacking into the police network of Celadon City, she found herself on Lux's radar. She hasn't turned back since. ▪ She misses her family dreadfully ▪ Despite being a certified genius, she suffers from crippling low self-esteem. ▪ Now swept up into the war effort, she can't imagine returning to "normal" life. ▪ She is frightened by the no-limits attitude of Nox, especially after the fall of the Olivine lighthouse

POKEMON [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]PONCHO Moves: Yawn | Sucker Punch | Taunt | Take Down [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]KAZ Moves: Wish | Thunder | Pin Missile | Agility [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]DARIUS Moves: Shadow Ball | Payback | Baton Pass | Destiny Bond [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]DIGITS Moves: Lock-on | Zap-cannon | Tri Attack | Pain Split [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]ABASI Moves: Hypnosis | Air Slash | Ancient Power | Psychic [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]CHURCH Moves: Encore | Discharge | Double Team | Slam [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]DJANGO Moves: Confuse Ray | Ominous Wind | Electroweb | Substitute [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]JAXTER Moves: Shift Gear | Gear Grind | Discharge | Vicegrip [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]DESMOND Moves: Earthquake | Shadow Punch | Hammer Arm | Heavy Slam [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]TORQUE Moves: Drill Run | Rock Slide | Metal Claw | Submission [attr="class","mons"] [attr="class","moves"]EINSTEIN Moves: Teleport | Psychic | Miracle Eye | Hidden Power - Ice

WHO ELSE DO YOU PLAY? Nikolai, Sam, Harvey [b]ICE REVOLUTION[/b], face-claim as MISAKI made by SIV for PRE.

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[lynne]

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[atrb=style,padding: 0 10 20 10][atrb=style,border-bottom:#222222 4px solid] As far as Lynne could tell, this mission had two parts. As a research lab full of big, shiny computers it was Lynne's job to crack whatever security that had in place and simultaneously retrieve and destroy as much information as possible. The second was more of a smash-and-grab kind of gig for money, technology, moonstones and any thing else of interest... which as a scrawny sixteen-year-old would find difficult to manage alone. Thank Arceus for big, strong Pokemon. She had considered breaking in to the research facility in the dead of night, imagining some action movie-like stunt work and lots of black clothes and cool gadgets. It hadn't taken more than a quick look at some - albeit outdated - blueprints and some informed guesswork on the security to realize the foolhardiness of that decision. No, it would be much easier to not run around guns blazing - a mission to be completed quietly and covertly under Lux's nose. That was, after all, why they must have recommended her; if anyone could blend with a bunch of geeky scientists, it was probably her. It was always good to err on the side of caution, however, and Lynne had still opted to begin her mission towards the late afternoon, just as the facility would be starting to thin out as people turned in for the day but before any digital security would be turned on. Torque, her Excadrill, had burrowed deep into the mountain earlier that day, and using the old blueprints they had positioned themselves just above the ventilation system with a grate that would take them into a observation room used for live tests on meteorite fragments. The room would be empty unless there was something exciting going on in the testing room next door, so it seemed a good first place to start scouting potential entry points. She checked her digital clock for what felt like the thousandth time that time, squinting against the bright green glow of its face. It had been five hours or so of waiting, with only the illumination of her Rotom to light up the tunnel walls. It had been silent for most of this time, minus the occasional whir of Digits, her Porygon-Z. Finally, however, it was time. "All right Torque, let's begin." The Excadrill lumbered forward to the end of the tunnel on all fours, his wide claws taking in the tiny vibrations coursing through the earth to determine the spot where the dirt would give way to the metal vents underneath. The mole pokemon pulled its hand back, plunging its extremely sharp claw into the soft dirt. Both the dirt and the metal ceiling of the vent gave way - cool air rushed into the dirt tunnel, but minus perhaps a weakening of the effectiveness of their air conditioning system, hopefully the scientists would not notice for some time. Meanwhile, Lynne was pulling a starchy white coat over her clothes and a large drawstring bag on her back that made a clinking noise when she moved. She felt... exposed without her laptop, but the two flash drives in her coat pocket and the knowledge of breaking into the lab's networked computers should suit her fine for this mission. It might have been a little much, but Evelyn had also brought a clipboard. No one bothered someone with a clipboard, right? "Stand by for extraction. It might need to be... quick." The Excadrill nodded, before turning away to tunnel deeper into the earth. Lynne swung her legs over the crude hole, careful to avoid the sharp edges of the torn metal. She slipped into the vent as lightly as she could, though the thin, tinny metal could echo like no other. On hands and knees, she crawled up to the grate, peering in. The observation room appeared to be abandoned, as she had hoped. Thank Arceus; it saved her the trouble of crawling through these vents any longer than necessary. "You're up, Django. Obviously get the camera, but check for any other security." The Rotom flashed her a wicked grin, his plasma body phasing through the grate and disappearing as he possessed the cameras in the room, temporarily freezing the frame. This allowed Lynne to kick open the grate and jump down, Digits hovering close behind her and closing the grate behind her. While the camera was frozen, she wouldn't show up on the tapes - but it'd be good to get moving. She carefully opened the door of the observation room and tried to walk out looking normal and composed, but the hallway was abandoned. A high-pitched giggling behind her informed her that Django had let go of the camera in the observation room, and was probably hovering creepily by her ear. She ignored it, looking both ways before setting off left down a corridor. Left, then right, then left... the facility was larger than it had appeared on the blueprint. On the third turn, she finally ran into people. Two men were storming down the hallway, bickering quite loudly. One was dressed rather casually in a blue sweater and khakis, but the other was wearing the stereotypical white coat that Lynne wore. The Nox infiltrator froze, sure that they would recognize her as an outsider, but the two seemed much too involved in their arguing to give her more than a passing glance as they swept passed her. Lynne let out a breath she hadn't even known she was holding. Arceus, she couldn't just freeze up like that, looking like she had been caught red-handed before even being spoken too! She shook her head, rolling her shoulders back and continuing. Finally, Evelyn found a lab room with a long row of computers that were mostly abandoned. She ducked inside, flicking the lights on and booting up one of the computers. Digits, whirring gleefully, dove into the blue-lit screen to assist her from within. Lynne then removed one of the flash drives from her pocket, jabbing it into the keyboard. The first drive contained all of her code-breaking programs and algorithms. It would help her bypass the security, but if something would take too long to crack cleanly, Digits would be there to destroy it messily from within. Lynne would prefer that the Porygon-Z stay as uninvolved as possible, however; it would not take the computers long to recognize the foreign presence, especially if he started making a ruckus. Files began to open en masse on the screen. Not all of the information was important - some of it would undoubtedly not help Nox at all - but Lynne didn't discriminate. Any file that popped up on the monitor was quickly uploaded to a cloud server she had prepared earlier. This way, any Nox member who had been given access could pull the information down from the cloud; the more widely dispersed the information was, the harder it would be for Lux to burn. While there were some advantages to carrying all this information around on a USB (essentially assuring that no one would tamper with it), this way the information could spread even if she didn't make it out from this miss-... well, better not to think about that. Though this would be for most the most nerve-wracking part of the mission, now that her hands were on a keyboard Lynne felt her pulse slowing, the adrenaline calming down. She started to think, for a moment, that this mission could go off without a hitch...

[The Crash Man Ω]

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