”The Spartan Mayor”
|Item||Leather Messenger bag, Heavy brown trench coat, Water Pouch, Flask (Sentimental; is currently empty), Small medical kit, very limited food rations, comb, hair pomade|
|Weapons||Bowie knife, Sword, small handgun with very limited ammo|
|Occupation||Former Unova Gym Leader/ Former Teacher|
|Party||Drayden is a master Dragon tamer, but also enjoys all species in the Dragon Egg group.|
Species- Haxorus "Guillotine" [F]
Ability- Mold Breaker
-Dragon Dance (Learned)
-Poison Jab (TM)
Text color- #CCC044
Species- Tyrantrum "Lock" [M]
Ability- Strong Jaw
-Ice Fang (Egg)
-Thunder Fang (Egg)
-Poison Fang (Egg)
Text color- #BA7374
Species- Hydreigon "Tank" [F]
-Draco Meteor (Tutor)
-Flash Cannon (TM)
Text color- #7498C4
Species- Flygon "Ballista" [F]
-Dragon Tail (Learned)
-Iron Tail (Tutor)
Text color- #BCC0A8
Regional variant of Flygon, seen here.
Species- Heliolisk "Chakram" [F]
Ability- Dry Skin
-Rain Dance (TM)
-Focus Blast (TM)
Text color- #F89C64
Species- Sceptile "Javelin" [F]
-Leaf Storm (Learned)
-Dragon Pulse (Tutor)
-Focus Blast (TM)
-Giga Drain (Tutor)
Text color- #77AB7D
|Quote||"It is not the passage of time that causes Pokémon and people to age. When the energy that flows in their heart dries up, that's when they get old. The heart's energy is powered by truth, ideals or maybe dreams... No doubt it changes depending on what you most hope for in life."|
|History||Born and raised in Opelucid City, Unova, Drayden began life in the shadows of legend, myth and wonder. As a child, he was fascinated with all things dragon and it soon became a fierce passion that would burn throughout his life. As the latest in the line of a long legacy of dragon tamers, Drayden eagerly picked up his first partner, an Axew and began his training. He was enthusiastic and energetic in his training which would only be interrupted when the family went to Hoenn annually to visit family.|
At first, Drayden dreaded these visits, especially when he and his Axew were hungry for more experience. But one year, he found something truly special; a boy his age, with a small dragon of his own. Drake was spirited, adventurous and proved a capable tamer himself. Naturally the two became inseparable on their trips, always running out and exploring on their own. Each year, the visits were more and more anticipated until their own journeys prevented the routine. However, letters were still sent and they kept in as close contact as two men could while separated by continent and ocean.
Drayden's own journey was fruitful and satisfying; he'd become a powerful trainer along with his beloved partner pokemon. They were a true team, a family, and it was almost all he could ask for... almost. Though his best friend craved adventure and conquering life itself, Drayden found himself longing for something less turbulent. A home, a wife, his own children... The roads past Opelucid seemed less and less inviting as the years ticked away, and suddenly, Drayden became vastly aware that if he were to pursue that dream of a family, the dream of passing on his love and passions to his own little demons, it would have to be now.
He met a kind woman, Lydia, born and raised in his hometown just like he had, who was eager to produce her own children. The two fell into a whirlwind romance and they quickly married, eager to jump into the next stage of their lives. But as the months passed with no pregnancies, they began to suspect something gone awry. After rigorous testing on Lydia, their doctor was baffled; she was completely healthy and functional. The tests turned to Drayden and finally, news. But the dragon tamer's heart shattered as he learned that he was sterile, and his short marriage was completely turned upside down.
Without even a chance of having children of her own, Lydia left him, ignoring the possibilities of adoption. She didn't want someone else's unwanted brat. She wanted her own, and she wasn't going to waste her precious years waiting for an adoption to go through. Abandoning Drayden as well as Opelucid altogether, the dragon tamer found himself alone with his ailing parents. His dream was gone. His wife was gone. Everything was gone. He drowned himself in alcohol for several long months, miserable.
But his pokemon were there. They had always been there.
With little else to occupy his time, he turned his attention back towards Pokemon and away from the drink. He rediscovered his passion for legends, especially those rooted in Unova and began to set his sights for attaining Gym Leader status. He longed to teach, and while he could no longer teach his own flesh and blood, he didn't mind offering his knowledge to anyone who sought it.
It took some hard years, but he finally managed to gain ownership of the Opelucid City Gym. For the first time since he first set out adventuring with Drake, he felt satisfied. Like this was right. He prided himself with his work, helping younger tamers become stronger and stronger, enthusiastic to face new challengers and guiding his beloved hometown. Though the yearning for his own children never left him, he was satisfied enough by his pupils. Once he met little Iris, her natural talent for dragon taming and her thirst for life made her one of his favorites, and he eagerly shared with her whatever knowledge he could divulge.
Not all was peaches, however; a new movement called Team Plasma swept through his region, his city, taking its citizens hostage with their hypocritical ideals about Pokemon battling and ownership. This was when he met Black, who would eventually champion Zekrom himself. Though he lamented being unable to do much else other than offer advice in his growing age, he was proud to see a young capable trainer see the realization of a prophecy. He was even more glad to see the boy return to Opelucid and offer his assistance to keeping the peace as a policeman. For a few years, all was well.
Until the sky opened.
The freezing blasts nearly completely destroyed his beloved city, killing some and wounding more. Though there were other young trainers taking care of the source of the problem, Drayden had to stay back and help Opelucid heal. But she was an old city at heart, her infrastructure and foundation cracked beyond repair. And though they managed to reconstruct most of the city, it crumbled when the last threat swarmed over them-- the Epidemic.
Opelucid fell quickly. There was so much death, so much destruction, Drayden and a few handful of others were scattered to the winds as they fled the flames of the city. He and what few survivors he'd manage to save went to the Unova League to the North, hoping to find refuge. But the desert wasteland of the League wasn't meant to support a large population long and soon, Drayden found himself and his fellow Unovans in trouble. Desperate for aid, he turned back to his fabled legends, setting his sights on Dragonspiral Tower.
|Appearance||Drayden is a large-statured imposing figure with a beard that looks like teeth and/or is eating his face. Regardless, the man is intimidating. He is obviously healthy and takes very good care of himself, his age having little bearing on him other than the color of his hair.|
-Being a teacher of younger kids had given Drayden an immeasurable pool of tolerance and patience.
+Fantastic Sense of Humor+
-Drayden places his good health in the hands of his sense of humor; if he wasn't able to take things in some sort of decent light, he would have had a heart attack ages ago.
-Every hardship is temporary.
-Highly confident in not only his well-trained pokemon, but also his own body.
-Hard-working and eager, Drayden accepts responsibility with ease, but knows when a task is out of his capabilities. He is willing to allow another person, as long as they are capable, to lead him, if this is the case.
-Prefers to handle a situation with his own two hands. Hands.
-It often never occurs to Drayden that there is a choice to not help someone in need.
-Who said Chivalry was dead?
-Enjoys the more refined things life had to offer, like the arts, history, Mythology and education.
-Eloquent; uses very dramatic and descriptive language.
-It's incredibly difficult to actually arouse Drayden's rage. Unfortunate once it occurs, but it is there.
-His mild nature is due to his ever-present patience.
-Though he often doesn't outwardly boast, he does enjoy listening to others' praises and adoring words.
-A bit of a show-off; has a tendency toward dramatic flair
-Does an inordinate amount of physical labor to stay in shape.
+Well-read and knowledgable+
-Drayden spends most of his free time delving into legends and myths
-Is always eager to share his knowledge with others willing to hear it
-It would be better to say he "quickly assumes". Being older, he believes in his experiences with people and trusts those experiences over many other things. He is, however, open to being wrong.
-Doesn't enjoy causing others trouble unless very heavily provoked.
-Doesn't enjoy bringing others true hardship or death.
-Known for being "bland"; the guy doesn't particularly live a sinful or excessive lifestyle.
-He refuses to touch the stuff now; it symbolizes everything in the darkest time of his life and even the smell is offensive. But he knows that since he was an addict before, he can fall to it again, and now is certainly not the time for that.
|User Notes||-Affiliated with:|
-Longtime friend, Drayden considers Drake a brother, despite the latter's shenanigans.
-Prized former student.
-A fond acquaintance, Drayden counts himself lucky to know Zekrom's chosen Champion.
-His relationship is more business than anything. Though he still cares about the man and hopes for his safety.
|Item||Heavy winter clothing, thermals, matches, kerosene lamp, oil, food and water rations, sleeping roll, journal, pen|
|Weapons||Large hunting knife, flare gun|
|Region of origin||Sevii Islands, Kanto|
|Occupation||Former Kanto Elite Four|
|Party||Lorelei specializes in Ice types. Those she had in Indigo Plateau were mostly wiped out by the Epidemic.|
Name/Gender- Demeter [F]
Text colour- #D1BF94
Ability- Water Absorb
-Freeze Dry (Egg)
Starter pokemon. Demeter is Lorelei's most trusted ally and friend. Carries Leftovers.
Name/Gender- Boreas [M]
Text colour- #FACC9E
Ability- Snow Warning
-Earth Power (Tutor)
-Calm Mind (TM)
Found wandering. Carries Life Orb
Name/Gender- Dea [F]
Text colour- #59A6A6
Ability- Ice Body
-Heal Bell (Tutor)
Found on Four Island
Name/Gender- Caille [F]
Text colour- #9EFAFA
Ability- Snow Cloak
-Shadow Ball (TM)
Found wandering. Carries Choice Specs.
|Quote||"I don't know what will happen in the future, but... I will do what I can here and now. That's all I can do."|
"If you won't confess, we'll deep-freeze you."
|History||Lorelei has lived in Kanto all of her life. Born on the Island Four of the Sevii Island chain on the edge of Kanto's borders, she lived most of her childhood there before being shipped out to Cinnabar and Pallet to begin her Pokemon journey. Abandoning the idea of obtaining another starter, as she had her own Pokemon from her home island, she soon found a love for the cold and the Pokemon that excelled in it. She soon abandoned her Gym Badge journey to focus on the Ice types she so quickly fell in love with and began to travel elswhere, earning a name for herself.|
Once her Ice team was complete, she resumed her Gym journey, easily tackling any of the Leaders she came across. Her prowess with the type was phenominal, but when queried, she denied the thought of opening a Gym for herself, since it likely meant she had to set up on the mainland. Still, the powers that be knew talent when they saw it, and so she was soon offered a position in the Elite Four. Hesitant, she only took the job to better support her now retired parents back home.
It wasn't until Team Rocket's stranglehold on the country swelled to a crecendo and then fell apart that her mind went back to her home, to moving back to her island for good. She had accumulated more than enough money to sustain her, but she had stayed at the Plateau out of sentiment. She'd grown to love her job and tolerate or even enjoy her coworkers, as well as the staff that took such wonderful care of them. But with the threat of Rocket so fresh on her mind, she made a trip back just to see how the island was faring without her. To her horror, she found that Rocket's reach exended to even her own home. Her mind was now made. She couldn't leave her home again, not so assholes like Rocket could try and take it again.
She stayed there, happy and content with her simple enough life as the years went on. She would occainsionally visit the Plateau, but never as a participant. It was a good life. One she could truly love.
Of course, things wouldn't stay wonderful forever. The Epidemic was merciless in its initial stages, spreading easily over water and into her home. Most of her friend and neighbors were slaughtered, along with a few of her own pokemon. But she refused to yeild, refused their deaths to be in vain. And so for four years, she fought, strategized and sustained herself in a long, grueling battle against an endless sea of mindless monsters. She set up borders, walls and large pit traps, made her ravaged home a safe haven for her and what few living pokemon she still possessed. Until one horrible day, a Kadabra appeared in her life, deranged, and whisked her away with a poorly timed Teleport.
|Appearance||Lorelei looks decent enough. She mainly travels around on the island with her Aurorus, so there's a perpetual winter whenever they traverse the span of their home. However, she has never been an enemy of the cold, and thus, the ceaseless winter has put her mood into a cheerier state, even as her pokemon die one by one. She keeps herself and her pokemon healthy and clean.|
|Religion||Worships Articuno mostly, but also pays her respects to the other birds, including Ho-Oh and Lugia.|
-Extremely fond and protective of Kanto, especially the Sevii Islands.
-Her only goal is to keep it, as well as herself and her pokemon, safe.
-Is capable of noticing very subtle details.
-Tends to exhaust herself over the small things rather than focus on the big picture.
-While she enjoys other humans' company, it is only on her terms. People she likes and during times she's all right with. Anything else tends to rub her the wrong way.
-Typically when not in a situation that she agrees with, she simply leaves.
-Unafraid of perpetual solitude.
-A bit socially awkward; believes all human interaction has to have a purpose. If she is unaware of what that purpose is, then she becomes easily flustered.
-Runs her life by a routine. When that routine is disrupted, she gets anxious and easily provoked
-It's difficult not to be nowadays.
-Despite her lofty aristocratic look, Lorelei is definitely a hands-on lady, eager to solve problems with her own two hands.
-Will not shy away from a job that seems too dirty.
-Lorelei is astonishingly handy, having knowledge on a number of different skills. While no master in really anything other than shelter building and training Ice Pokemon, her skills are more than adequate enough to keep her sustained.
-Tends to think others helping her is an insult, that they think her incapable of taking care of herself.
-Lorelei has been a succesful lady for a long time. In not just her Pokemon career, but also as a vigilante and as a sentinel of the Sevii Islands, she has accumulated a lot of self worth and pride.
-If there's an issue within her area of expertise, she can and will handle it-- and also will absolutely be insulted if someone tries to intervene with that.
-Also is a reason why she refuses a lot of help.
-Tends to speak her mind bluntly
-Lady just does not quit.
-Elite Four boss. Only spoke to him on strict business, so their relationship never rose beyond vague professional.
-Bitter old hag.
|User Notes||-notey-note notes noting notes noted notes noting notes.|
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