Kian Conrad
Sept 3, 2018 8:40:51 GMT -8
Post by Bones on Sept 3, 2018 8:40:51 GMT -8
- Trainer Profile -
"...The Villain is the Hero of his own story..."
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{Kian Conrad: Pre RRR Arc - Finished}
{Character Analysis & Index}
{Hair & Eyes}
Hair Color & Style: Naturally a sandy blonde, Kian has dyed his hair a charcoal black. While the tail of his hair is short and goes down towards the back of his neck into a triangular shape before fading, the man’s locks tend to spike upwards in an unnatural fashion. This isn’t due to any gel or hair products but purely by dirt and grime. There’s a sheen that mars his follicles as dust gathers over time, clinging to his hair like non-other. To Kian, he couldn't care less and simply brushes his eyelash length bangs off to the side behind his ears.
He doesn’t brush often, allowing the tangles to knot itself into a manageable mess, allowing a showcase of volume that is only an illusion to mirrors and other people. Though at times, his hair grows at a surprising rate - at least to him - he simply cuts it blindly not at all worrying about a particular style as long as it is short and to his satisfaction. It can be a variety of cuts, sometimes being absolutely ridiculous and uneven, causing him to look even more unsanitary.
Eyes: Kian has pale, yet electrifying blue eyes with brown irises that are lightly pigmented. Because of this common mutation, he is more prone to the sun’s rays, causing him to squint and become rather sensitive to most brightly light areas. Unfortunately, to his dismay, the trainer was never blessed with small eyes, but instead ovalish medium-sized eyes that take an arguably large portion of the space between his cheekbones and forehead. Though it rests comfortably in a slanted way and are moderately spaced apart, he appears to be a lot older for his age behind his sunglasses.
Despite being an apathetic person on both taste and fashion, Kian has taken it upon himself to also dye his eyebrows the same colour as his hair in order to keep everything uniform. It’s a hassle sometimes, for those small follicles tend to outgrow their dye and Kian is seen constantly colouring them every other week.
Hair Color & Style: Naturally a sandy blonde, Kian has dyed his hair a charcoal black. While the tail of his hair is short and goes down towards the back of his neck into a triangular shape before fading, the man’s locks tend to spike upwards in an unnatural fashion. This isn’t due to any gel or hair products but purely by dirt and grime. There’s a sheen that mars his follicles as dust gathers over time, clinging to his hair like non-other. To Kian, he couldn't care less and simply brushes his eyelash length bangs off to the side behind his ears.
He doesn’t brush often, allowing the tangles to knot itself into a manageable mess, allowing a showcase of volume that is only an illusion to mirrors and other people. Though at times, his hair grows at a surprising rate - at least to him - he simply cuts it blindly not at all worrying about a particular style as long as it is short and to his satisfaction. It can be a variety of cuts, sometimes being absolutely ridiculous and uneven, causing him to look even more unsanitary.
Eyes: Kian has pale, yet electrifying blue eyes with brown irises that are lightly pigmented. Because of this common mutation, he is more prone to the sun’s rays, causing him to squint and become rather sensitive to most brightly light areas. Unfortunately, to his dismay, the trainer was never blessed with small eyes, but instead ovalish medium-sized eyes that take an arguably large portion of the space between his cheekbones and forehead. Though it rests comfortably in a slanted way and are moderately spaced apart, he appears to be a lot older for his age behind his sunglasses.
Despite being an apathetic person on both taste and fashion, Kian has taken it upon himself to also dye his eyebrows the same colour as his hair in order to keep everything uniform. It’s a hassle sometimes, for those small follicles tend to outgrow their dye and Kian is seen constantly colouring them every other week.
{Clothing/Accessories}
Kian’s signature clothing apparel is mainly an oversized and dark overcoat with a heavy and long dark blue scarf wrapped around his neck. it is enough to cover half his face, and down his back despite any kind of hot weather. However, it can get too hot and the man begrudgingly takes it off, tying it across his waist. Recently, due to Winter approaching, he has opted to obtain his father's fur-coated jacket that hugs the man around his shoulders and slender hips. He doesn't quite like it as much as he feels he's "too conspicuous" but as long as it's warm, he has no other complaints.
As for what he carries around, the man always has a lighted up cigarette if he’s traveling somewhere or thinking about his past while wearing darkly tinted sunglasses with trainer’s messenger bag strapped around his body – but the bag is hardly visible underneath his coat.
Underneath, if one is lucky to see, he wears an array of colourful tank tops and fashionable skin tight jeans that wrap around his thighs and ankles giving him better mobility during any kind of emergencies he may or may not be paranoid about.
Sometimes purposely hidden from view, Kian wears a titanium class ring on his middle finger on his right hand. To him it's a precious trinket gifted to him by his best friend on his tenth birthday gift and he unconsciously attempts to hide it away from the public's eye when possible. Other times, he forgets, and the gleam catches his eyes.
Lastly, he likes to be smart about what he puts on his feet else they wouldn’t get him anywhere, so he only wears one kind of shoes and those are thick combat boots that go up to his lower knees to support himself if he finds himself trudging through mud or Arceus forbid - quicksand.
Kian’s signature clothing apparel is mainly an oversized and dark overcoat with a heavy and long dark blue scarf wrapped around his neck. it is enough to cover half his face, and down his back despite any kind of hot weather. However, it can get too hot and the man begrudgingly takes it off, tying it across his waist. Recently, due to Winter approaching, he has opted to obtain his father's fur-coated jacket that hugs the man around his shoulders and slender hips. He doesn't quite like it as much as he feels he's "too conspicuous" but as long as it's warm, he has no other complaints.
As for what he carries around, the man always has a lighted up cigarette if he’s traveling somewhere or thinking about his past while wearing darkly tinted sunglasses with trainer’s messenger bag strapped around his body – but the bag is hardly visible underneath his coat.
Underneath, if one is lucky to see, he wears an array of colourful tank tops and fashionable skin tight jeans that wrap around his thighs and ankles giving him better mobility during any kind of emergencies he may or may not be paranoid about.
Sometimes purposely hidden from view, Kian wears a titanium class ring on his middle finger on his right hand. To him it's a precious trinket gifted to him by his best friend on his tenth birthday gift and he unconsciously attempts to hide it away from the public's eye when possible. Other times, he forgets, and the gleam catches his eyes.
Lastly, he likes to be smart about what he puts on his feet else they wouldn’t get him anywhere, so he only wears one kind of shoes and those are thick combat boots that go up to his lower knees to support himself if he finds himself trudging through mud or Arceus forbid - quicksand.
{General Appearance}
Because of Kian’s slanted gaze, his sharp features generally appear intimidating to those who are unfamiliar with him. Fret not, for the man had a heart of gold - had. Luckily old habits die hard and it is rare that those tolerate him enough to see his careless openings through much of his body language and subtle glances.
The prescribed sunglasses has been with the man since his childhood years and due to allowing him to see through all the daylight in the world, the man has never taken off his shades. And thus, absorbance has seeped through causing Kian to have a heavy tan that laces more than 75% of his face. Though it does nothing hurtful, it gives the male an uneven facial tone, giving him all the more reason to leave his glasses on.
Being the self-concious man that he is, the ex-trainer has been known to trudge along wearing dark clothing of all kinds from heavy to light as he grumbles curses and other oh so pleasant things along the way. Not many individual bother to interact with him for it isn’t just his curses that drive others away, but the pungent smell that emits from his unhygienic body. Even if the man decides to shower once a week, the amount of BO that radiates off his clothing only adds more stench to the sunken pores.
However, there’s a personal reason to why Kian decides to keep himself fully clothed as possible and that is because he has many things to hide. One of them being his emotional and physical scars. Due to the accident that abruptly cut his teenage years into shreds, sullying his back and lower cheek is a deep scar of a claw mark whose tissues have long healed over each layer. It’s a crusted and hard indent that never seemed to leave the man’s heart nor his body - a permanent reminder of his and the world’s mistakes.
Like any other ghosts who don’t speak much to those in the real world, the ex-trainer can easily be overlooked regardless of his large and pale skinned stature. Even when he walks, the man walks with an air of defiance since he hardly slouches to avoid being the odd ball out – although even that’s a bit ironic.
Because of Kian’s slanted gaze, his sharp features generally appear intimidating to those who are unfamiliar with him. Fret not, for the man had a heart of gold - had. Luckily old habits die hard and it is rare that those tolerate him enough to see his careless openings through much of his body language and subtle glances.
The prescribed sunglasses has been with the man since his childhood years and due to allowing him to see through all the daylight in the world, the man has never taken off his shades. And thus, absorbance has seeped through causing Kian to have a heavy tan that laces more than 75% of his face. Though it does nothing hurtful, it gives the male an uneven facial tone, giving him all the more reason to leave his glasses on.
Being the self-concious man that he is, the ex-trainer has been known to trudge along wearing dark clothing of all kinds from heavy to light as he grumbles curses and other oh so pleasant things along the way. Not many individual bother to interact with him for it isn’t just his curses that drive others away, but the pungent smell that emits from his unhygienic body. Even if the man decides to shower once a week, the amount of BO that radiates off his clothing only adds more stench to the sunken pores.
However, there’s a personal reason to why Kian decides to keep himself fully clothed as possible and that is because he has many things to hide. One of them being his emotional and physical scars. Due to the accident that abruptly cut his teenage years into shreds, sullying his back and lower cheek is a deep scar of a claw mark whose tissues have long healed over each layer. It’s a crusted and hard indent that never seemed to leave the man’s heart nor his body - a permanent reminder of his and the world’s mistakes.
Like any other ghosts who don’t speak much to those in the real world, the ex-trainer can easily be overlooked regardless of his large and pale skinned stature. Even when he walks, the man walks with an air of defiance since he hardly slouches to avoid being the odd ball out – although even that’s a bit ironic.
{Personality}
As a child and a joyous person in his early teens, Kian was described in his hometown as the most pleasantly obnoxious and energetic child who just couldn’t wait to start his adventure with his childhood friend – Len. It had been all smiles for the two best friends before a tragedy struck Kian’s life extinguishing the only person that got to really connect with the man. From then on, Kian came back to his parent’s home a changed adolescent up until his late twenties.
What used to be a soft gaze to passing neighbors or even strangers, is now replaced with suspicious eyes and a scowl trailing a person until they are out of sight. The man’s vocabulary consists of nothing but a line of curses and condescending-like tones that continue to fluctuate like no other. No longer is he the optimist he once was, the ex-trainer is now just the epitome of pessimism and self-loathing. Because of this, and the incredibly low self-esteem made upon himself, Kian is known to snap at anyone and anything be it a child or even an innocent leaf without feeling the slightest bit of guilt for his poor personality. Though lately, he has recalled back some of his empathy, it isn’t enough and it leaves the trainer in doubts that plague his mind with foolishness and haphazard judgment.
Luckily for most, despite the man’s rough and unpleasant attitude, it is rare that only during these good moods that Kian will show who he once was, but it is often only shown for a split second before the man reverts back to his tasteless self. There aren’t many people are able to chip their way into his closed heart, but through memories of the old and nostalgia, it may allow the man to creep out of his shell. Alas, not all was lost during the confines in his room. He has searched through endless websites whilst he sat alone in his room. His focus has grown and more often than not, Kian finds himself able to zoom into an area of concentration at a much faster pace, albeit at the expense of his spacial awareness, making him clumsy once he steps out of his comfort area.
Stubborn bias, stemmed from the boy’s traumatic experience, allowed Kian to develop a hatred for anything and anyone who shows an ounce of weakness. It varies on his mood, and while his mood fluctuates, there is one thing that stands its ground - Kian’s own denial. He doesn’t know why, nor does he care to understand the workings of his mind, but the man refuses to see himself as weak. The feeling of helplessness from long day’s past has stained the inner workings of his mind, inhibiting the understanding of his own actions. So, instead, his bias towards his definition of weak is directed towards Pokemon themselves. Being the ex-trainer that he was, Kian believes the strength in Pokemon comes from intensive training and strategies depending on the species themselves. If people are unable to meet his own expectations, he will surely make it known. However, this is gravely ironic as when Kian is unable to reach his own expectations, excuses after excuses tumble out from his joyless mouth, further digging himself deeper into a metaphorical hole. Pride is the last thing the male has left, and he clings onto it for all he’s got.
In his perspective, the world around him is nothing but a stage of lies - a performance to failure, but that doesn’t stop him from trudging through the murky depths he laid out for himself. People are but a nuisance, trying to find out his weak points and because of this, Kian feels the need to retaliate immaturely to words used as a child. His only goal is obtain answers to questions Kian doesn’t know himself. Strength and logic are everything to the man and if someone does something to make him see otherwise, Kian will not budge without a fight, even going as far as to initiate a violent or passive aggressive tactic to prove himself right.
As time went on throughout his travels, he has experienced a cascade of emotions from both happy to sad. He's not quite sure how to form them into coherent thoughts or phrases yet, but he's working on doing so. Though he may not be able to sustain a healthy relationship with his current teammates, this doesn't stop the man from trying his hardest. Slowly but surely the man wants to resume the days of the old - the times he had spent with his former Pokemon, but now as a new group.
There's something very fishy throughout his childhood to his preteens, and even if in Kian's mind, it had been dandy, there has been some arising suspicions peppered throughout the revelation of his memories. However, Kian's not sure which to pursue, but for now he wants to pursue what is right in front of him.
As a child and a joyous person in his early teens, Kian was described in his hometown as the most pleasantly obnoxious and energetic child who just couldn’t wait to start his adventure with his childhood friend – Len. It had been all smiles for the two best friends before a tragedy struck Kian’s life extinguishing the only person that got to really connect with the man. From then on, Kian came back to his parent’s home a changed adolescent up until his late twenties.
What used to be a soft gaze to passing neighbors or even strangers, is now replaced with suspicious eyes and a scowl trailing a person until they are out of sight. The man’s vocabulary consists of nothing but a line of curses and condescending-like tones that continue to fluctuate like no other. No longer is he the optimist he once was, the ex-trainer is now just the epitome of pessimism and self-loathing. Because of this, and the incredibly low self-esteem made upon himself, Kian is known to snap at anyone and anything be it a child or even an innocent leaf without feeling the slightest bit of guilt for his poor personality. Though lately, he has recalled back some of his empathy, it isn’t enough and it leaves the trainer in doubts that plague his mind with foolishness and haphazard judgment.
Luckily for most, despite the man’s rough and unpleasant attitude, it is rare that only during these good moods that Kian will show who he once was, but it is often only shown for a split second before the man reverts back to his tasteless self. There aren’t many people are able to chip their way into his closed heart, but through memories of the old and nostalgia, it may allow the man to creep out of his shell. Alas, not all was lost during the confines in his room. He has searched through endless websites whilst he sat alone in his room. His focus has grown and more often than not, Kian finds himself able to zoom into an area of concentration at a much faster pace, albeit at the expense of his spacial awareness, making him clumsy once he steps out of his comfort area.
Stubborn bias, stemmed from the boy’s traumatic experience, allowed Kian to develop a hatred for anything and anyone who shows an ounce of weakness. It varies on his mood, and while his mood fluctuates, there is one thing that stands its ground - Kian’s own denial. He doesn’t know why, nor does he care to understand the workings of his mind, but the man refuses to see himself as weak. The feeling of helplessness from long day’s past has stained the inner workings of his mind, inhibiting the understanding of his own actions. So, instead, his bias towards his definition of weak is directed towards Pokemon themselves. Being the ex-trainer that he was, Kian believes the strength in Pokemon comes from intensive training and strategies depending on the species themselves. If people are unable to meet his own expectations, he will surely make it known. However, this is gravely ironic as when Kian is unable to reach his own expectations, excuses after excuses tumble out from his joyless mouth, further digging himself deeper into a metaphorical hole. Pride is the last thing the male has left, and he clings onto it for all he’s got.
In his perspective, the world around him is nothing but a stage of lies - a performance to failure, but that doesn’t stop him from trudging through the murky depths he laid out for himself. People are but a nuisance, trying to find out his weak points and because of this, Kian feels the need to retaliate immaturely to words used as a child. His only goal is obtain answers to questions Kian doesn’t know himself. Strength and logic are everything to the man and if someone does something to make him see otherwise, Kian will not budge without a fight, even going as far as to initiate a violent or passive aggressive tactic to prove himself right.
As time went on throughout his travels, he has experienced a cascade of emotions from both happy to sad. He's not quite sure how to form them into coherent thoughts or phrases yet, but he's working on doing so. Though he may not be able to sustain a healthy relationship with his current teammates, this doesn't stop the man from trying his hardest. Slowly but surely the man wants to resume the days of the old - the times he had spent with his former Pokemon, but now as a new group.
There's something very fishy throughout his childhood to his preteens, and even if in Kian's mind, it had been dandy, there has been some arising suspicions peppered throughout the revelation of his memories. However, Kian's not sure which to pursue, but for now he wants to pursue what is right in front of him.
{History}
Growing up, Kian had the good life – great family, great friends, great food, the whole she-bang. His relationship with everyone around him was met with liveliness and a good helping of social interaction. The boy learned the social norms through his friends, and through the gentle teaching of his parents whose patience knew no bounds. Being the only child, Kian loved his parents all the same as much as they loved him. Most of the things he did and said were to make his parents puff up with joy and in return Kian could strongly say he was the happiest child. Over the years, his parents attempted to spoil him to bits, and luckily for them, Kian did not become spoiled, rather he learned how to be grateful through the things he earned from those he cared for.
Although he had a diverse amount of friends, there was one person who stuck with the child through thick and thin; his name was Len. Kian and Len became inseparable through the stages of their lives, doing everything together to the point where Kian’s parents practically adopted the boy. A genuine friend was all their child ever wanted, and after a wish was made, Kian was delightedly, refusing to ever let his one and only friend go. Even during their school days they were like white on rice, hardly budging away from one another. Even though they did allow some of their friends into their two man group, not many people stayed for long. Kian was never sure why, but being the naive and happy child he was, those moments hardly crossed his mind.
His grades weren't stellar but they were able to pass by, almost hand in hand with Len whose grades were just a tad bit higher. Regardless, the boy never saw his best friend as a 'true' rival where they tried to one up one another. They had their arguments but it wasn't bad enough to last more than a couple hours of rift between them. In the end if there was one thing they couldn't agree on - it was the subject they both enjoyed. Kian enjoyed the dynamics of Pokemon, their species, and the beauty that was held in each of these aura encased bodies. While, on the other hand Len had immersed himself in the battling tactics and the sheer essence of strategy. These boys were the epitome of opposites, but as they said, opposites attract, and once together, they were a force of interest.
Throughout primary to secondary school, everything remained static, and Kian was able to learn more and more from his adoptive brother, but never questioned whether or not the feelings were mutual. His own happiness overwhelmed him and it was a feeling the teen never wanted to lose. Thus he held onto it to the point of selfishness as many have stated, but for a boy his age, what was so wrong with being blissful? He should have seen this as a foreshadowing for what was to come, but alas for a happy go lucky child of his age, he had paid it no heed. For why should he? He had a house. He had two wonderful parents, and best of all he had Len. What more could he need?
By the time they hit the ages of thirteen, the young boys decided to begin their Pokemon journey together. Both adolescents had prepared hard for their exams, following the grueling routine of waking up, going to school, training, and then sleeping - only to repeat year after year, leaving no other room for miscellaneous activities. They knew what they wanted, and they were going to get it together. With their parents’ consent since they had all believed two heads would be much better than one, Kian wholeheartedly believed nothing could go awry.
He was wrong.
Only three years into their short adventure, Kian and Len had the biggest argument that changed their lives forever. In a fit of rage and a few hurtful comments from Kian, Len ran off into the forest that had been labeled off limits to trainers. A short piercing scream was later heard from the boy and Kian and his Pokemon ran to their family member, hearts pounding, and worst case scenarios flooding their minds. Unfortunately, no matter what kind of scenario went through Kian’s mind that day, nothing would prepare him for what he saw. Len, unlike his friend, was not a swimmer and was being dragged underneath a roaring waterfall by a creature that the older boy could not recognize. Without thinking, Kian and his partner jumped in after his brother, not a plan in sight in an attempt to rescue his drowning friend.
Whatever had attempted to drag his brother underneath was only the tip of the iceberg as a large reptilian monster emerged from the depths and attacked the humans, slashing left and right at Kian, and their Pokemon causing the lake to spin turbulently. Sensing that her trainer was in horrible danger, Flora – Kian’s partner at that time – dragged her screaming trainer away from his struggling brother, but was unfortunately caught in the whirlpool generated from the monstrous creature – her strength unable to match up with their attacker. Nevertheless, in the loyal Pokemon’s eye, she watched her efforts become fruitful as the waves that weren’t part of the swirling trap carried her human to the shore and widened the gap between them as he neared her impending doom. At least she would not perish alone.
That day Kian watched in utter horror as the terrified cries of Len and his partner, as well as his only Pokemon succumb to the jaws and depths of the watery unknown, the last bubbles rising to the top before nothing but the calm ripple of tides remained. After that, the only thing the trainer remembered was the mindless shattering of nonexistent glass around him. Then, he felt the black void that overcame him, as well as the distinct sound of human shouting and rampaging footsteps in the distance.
When Kian awoke again – two weeks later the doctors had said – he was home. The worried faces of his parents were the first thing he saw, and the memories of before hit him with as much force as the waterfall in the lake. His parents coddled him even more, apologizing to him for reasons they had no right to apologize for, only causing more hatred to bubble up from within the confused teen. He was alone now. The friends he had all came to visit him but instead of seeing the boy that had left town with a beaming smile on his face, there was nothing but a mere shell of an aged man, hunched at the edge of the bed, his back turned towards his family and friends, and figuratively, even the world.
From then on, as the years went by, the ex-trainer secluded himself and began distancing himself away from his parents, much to their dismay, but no matter what they continued to cater to his needs regardless of the nasty attitude Kian later developed. Many would say he initially hated himself for sparking first steps that would lead to his brother’s demise, but no. It wasn’t that. Not to Kian.
During those darkened times, the thoughts continued to manifest in the teen’s head until he truly believed he came to a full understanding of the situation. Len had been weak. It wasn’t his fault. Everyone was weak. Even Flora, his Pokemon. He later allowed the swirling misunderstandings to take over his vulnerable mind - the hatred for the word “weak” and all the warped meanings behind it. He began to blame even the technology around the word - everything but himself. However, like all thoughts, they branched and after a months of brooding, Kian had concluded he was too weak of a trainer to continue his lifestyle. Since then, the adolescent hung up his license and dreams of becoming a renowned trainer into the deepest part of his closet, never to be touched again. No other thoughts circulated then, but the mindless drowning and the unawareness of precious time ticking away. The man’s cycle repeated, but instead of living, he simply survived with no other recollection of his years in isolation. Kian’s parents watched, with a broken heart, their son wither away into nothing but a body composed of carbons and the stench of defeat until his twenty-sixth birthday.
It was then, the man would venture into sunlight and pay his respects to the departed. There, he would meet a Sandshrew whose innocent heart would piece Kian’s rocky lump, casting a light over the shadow that had long snagged his pessimistic outlook. Hopefully then, something - anything - would spark, and the man could once again resume his past desires, and redeem what had been wasted as he sat in his room. Maybe he too could start over, but only time will tell. The only thing Kian could truly say, is that deep down, he can’t do it alone.
Growing up, Kian had the good life – great family, great friends, great food, the whole she-bang. His relationship with everyone around him was met with liveliness and a good helping of social interaction. The boy learned the social norms through his friends, and through the gentle teaching of his parents whose patience knew no bounds. Being the only child, Kian loved his parents all the same as much as they loved him. Most of the things he did and said were to make his parents puff up with joy and in return Kian could strongly say he was the happiest child. Over the years, his parents attempted to spoil him to bits, and luckily for them, Kian did not become spoiled, rather he learned how to be grateful through the things he earned from those he cared for.
Although he had a diverse amount of friends, there was one person who stuck with the child through thick and thin; his name was Len. Kian and Len became inseparable through the stages of their lives, doing everything together to the point where Kian’s parents practically adopted the boy. A genuine friend was all their child ever wanted, and after a wish was made, Kian was delightedly, refusing to ever let his one and only friend go. Even during their school days they were like white on rice, hardly budging away from one another. Even though they did allow some of their friends into their two man group, not many people stayed for long. Kian was never sure why, but being the naive and happy child he was, those moments hardly crossed his mind.
His grades weren't stellar but they were able to pass by, almost hand in hand with Len whose grades were just a tad bit higher. Regardless, the boy never saw his best friend as a 'true' rival where they tried to one up one another. They had their arguments but it wasn't bad enough to last more than a couple hours of rift between them. In the end if there was one thing they couldn't agree on - it was the subject they both enjoyed. Kian enjoyed the dynamics of Pokemon, their species, and the beauty that was held in each of these aura encased bodies. While, on the other hand Len had immersed himself in the battling tactics and the sheer essence of strategy. These boys were the epitome of opposites, but as they said, opposites attract, and once together, they were a force of interest.
Throughout primary to secondary school, everything remained static, and Kian was able to learn more and more from his adoptive brother, but never questioned whether or not the feelings were mutual. His own happiness overwhelmed him and it was a feeling the teen never wanted to lose. Thus he held onto it to the point of selfishness as many have stated, but for a boy his age, what was so wrong with being blissful? He should have seen this as a foreshadowing for what was to come, but alas for a happy go lucky child of his age, he had paid it no heed. For why should he? He had a house. He had two wonderful parents, and best of all he had Len. What more could he need?
By the time they hit the ages of thirteen, the young boys decided to begin their Pokemon journey together. Both adolescents had prepared hard for their exams, following the grueling routine of waking up, going to school, training, and then sleeping - only to repeat year after year, leaving no other room for miscellaneous activities. They knew what they wanted, and they were going to get it together. With their parents’ consent since they had all believed two heads would be much better than one, Kian wholeheartedly believed nothing could go awry.
He was wrong.
Only three years into their short adventure, Kian and Len had the biggest argument that changed their lives forever. In a fit of rage and a few hurtful comments from Kian, Len ran off into the forest that had been labeled off limits to trainers. A short piercing scream was later heard from the boy and Kian and his Pokemon ran to their family member, hearts pounding, and worst case scenarios flooding their minds. Unfortunately, no matter what kind of scenario went through Kian’s mind that day, nothing would prepare him for what he saw. Len, unlike his friend, was not a swimmer and was being dragged underneath a roaring waterfall by a creature that the older boy could not recognize. Without thinking, Kian and his partner jumped in after his brother, not a plan in sight in an attempt to rescue his drowning friend.
Whatever had attempted to drag his brother underneath was only the tip of the iceberg as a large reptilian monster emerged from the depths and attacked the humans, slashing left and right at Kian, and their Pokemon causing the lake to spin turbulently. Sensing that her trainer was in horrible danger, Flora – Kian’s partner at that time – dragged her screaming trainer away from his struggling brother, but was unfortunately caught in the whirlpool generated from the monstrous creature – her strength unable to match up with their attacker. Nevertheless, in the loyal Pokemon’s eye, she watched her efforts become fruitful as the waves that weren’t part of the swirling trap carried her human to the shore and widened the gap between them as he neared her impending doom. At least she would not perish alone.
That day Kian watched in utter horror as the terrified cries of Len and his partner, as well as his only Pokemon succumb to the jaws and depths of the watery unknown, the last bubbles rising to the top before nothing but the calm ripple of tides remained. After that, the only thing the trainer remembered was the mindless shattering of nonexistent glass around him. Then, he felt the black void that overcame him, as well as the distinct sound of human shouting and rampaging footsteps in the distance.
When Kian awoke again – two weeks later the doctors had said – he was home. The worried faces of his parents were the first thing he saw, and the memories of before hit him with as much force as the waterfall in the lake. His parents coddled him even more, apologizing to him for reasons they had no right to apologize for, only causing more hatred to bubble up from within the confused teen. He was alone now. The friends he had all came to visit him but instead of seeing the boy that had left town with a beaming smile on his face, there was nothing but a mere shell of an aged man, hunched at the edge of the bed, his back turned towards his family and friends, and figuratively, even the world.
From then on, as the years went by, the ex-trainer secluded himself and began distancing himself away from his parents, much to their dismay, but no matter what they continued to cater to his needs regardless of the nasty attitude Kian later developed. Many would say he initially hated himself for sparking first steps that would lead to his brother’s demise, but no. It wasn’t that. Not to Kian.
During those darkened times, the thoughts continued to manifest in the teen’s head until he truly believed he came to a full understanding of the situation. Len had been weak. It wasn’t his fault. Everyone was weak. Even Flora, his Pokemon. He later allowed the swirling misunderstandings to take over his vulnerable mind - the hatred for the word “weak” and all the warped meanings behind it. He began to blame even the technology around the word - everything but himself. However, like all thoughts, they branched and after a months of brooding, Kian had concluded he was too weak of a trainer to continue his lifestyle. Since then, the adolescent hung up his license and dreams of becoming a renowned trainer into the deepest part of his closet, never to be touched again. No other thoughts circulated then, but the mindless drowning and the unawareness of precious time ticking away. The man’s cycle repeated, but instead of living, he simply survived with no other recollection of his years in isolation. Kian’s parents watched, with a broken heart, their son wither away into nothing but a body composed of carbons and the stench of defeat until his twenty-sixth birthday.
It was then, the man would venture into sunlight and pay his respects to the departed. There, he would meet a Sandshrew whose innocent heart would piece Kian’s rocky lump, casting a light over the shadow that had long snagged his pessimistic outlook. Hopefully then, something - anything - would spark, and the man could once again resume his past desires, and redeem what had been wasted as he sat in his room. Maybe he too could start over, but only time will tell. The only thing Kian could truly say, is that deep down, he can’t do it alone.
{Kian Conrad: Post Arc - Current}
{Character Analysis & Index}
{Hair & Eyes}
Hair Color & Style: Since Pre RRR (Renew Relive Restart), Kian's hair is no longer long and grimy. Still dyed a deep black from his usual sandy blonde, it has been cut very short, ending up with a mop of hair on top, and shaved edges where the side bangs barely hover over his ear. Towards the back of his skull, the ends of his hair trails down right at the base, and stops short at the nape of his neck in a triangular fashion. At best any remaining follicle that is below the top half of his head is a few centimeters long.
The tuft of hair above, however, is brushed to the left, covering about half Kian's forehead. This time, the man goes out of his way to wash his hair more often then usual, allowing for a rather soft style that doesn't obstruct his vision like it used to. There's not much he can do other than run his hand through his set of hair, only to realize oil and grime doesn't stick to his fingers any more.
Eyes: One can't change genetics, and despite not wearing his prescription sunglasses, Kian's eyes are still an icy blue with a tint of brown outer irises. He changed his style of wearing his eyewear and opted for a pair of goggles that rest comfortably around his neck. If there's anything that truly changed, is that the piercing, angry gaze he used to have, is now replaced with a sense of longing and gentle confusion swimming in his often glassy stare. Regardless, when no one's looking and he at a neutral state of mind, his eyebrows tend to furrow resulting in his previous annoyed appearance.
Hair Color & Style: Since Pre RRR (Renew Relive Restart), Kian's hair is no longer long and grimy. Still dyed a deep black from his usual sandy blonde, it has been cut very short, ending up with a mop of hair on top, and shaved edges where the side bangs barely hover over his ear. Towards the back of his skull, the ends of his hair trails down right at the base, and stops short at the nape of his neck in a triangular fashion. At best any remaining follicle that is below the top half of his head is a few centimeters long.
The tuft of hair above, however, is brushed to the left, covering about half Kian's forehead. This time, the man goes out of his way to wash his hair more often then usual, allowing for a rather soft style that doesn't obstruct his vision like it used to. There's not much he can do other than run his hand through his set of hair, only to realize oil and grime doesn't stick to his fingers any more.
Eyes: One can't change genetics, and despite not wearing his prescription sunglasses, Kian's eyes are still an icy blue with a tint of brown outer irises. He changed his style of wearing his eyewear and opted for a pair of goggles that rest comfortably around his neck. If there's anything that truly changed, is that the piercing, angry gaze he used to have, is now replaced with a sense of longing and gentle confusion swimming in his often glassy stare. Regardless, when no one's looking and he at a neutral state of mind, his eyebrows tend to furrow resulting in his previous annoyed appearance.
{Clothing / Accessories}
Stripping out of his long dreary looking trenchcoat, Kian has donned a more sophisticated, "clean-cut" look. Gone are his tacky stripped undershirts, and bootcut jeans. Gone are his heavy muddied boots that seem to take up more than half his calves. Instead, thanks to Russell's never ending budget, his new companion has given Kian a new wardrobe.
No matter what kind of changes Kian goes through, he still holds to being a person who is not flashy at all, and appeals to the more simpler types. On top, he wears his father's favourite style of an aegean hued parka with a black fur hood, that fits snugly against his body's lanky curve, shaping his upper torso well. It's not too tight of a fit, and allows for good maneuvering capabilities if necessary. Underneath are a variety of simple t-shirts that are only mono coloured. Sometimes the man chooses gradient colours, otherwise, he's most satisfied with ones that fit and don't ride too high up his navel when he stretches.
Old habits die hard, and keeping to his questionable styling choices, Kian still holds one pair of thick black jeans that tend to grow skinnier at the bottom - though not enough to be labeled, "skinny jeans". Wrapped around his left upper thigh is a piece of the navy blue coloured scarf - from Pre-RRR - that Kian once relied heavily on to cover half his face and neck. Due to memories' sake, it never comes off and can serve as a multitude of purposes according to Russell.
Because Russell stated his old boots were a "fashion disaster" - as he so kindly put it - Kian has changed the military style footwear for a preppy, yet durable dress shoes. To Kian, it is simple enough, by having a suitable arch and good form. The welt stitching around it holds true for what little time he's had it, and eyelets allow for more breathing room, thus making the man pick up speed at a quicker pace.
As far as accessories go, Kian still keeps his titanium ring around his right hand's index finger and has opted for the same belt Russell wears. It is leather and concealed underneath his t-shirts, proving easy access to its metallic bands to his Pokeballs. The major difference from his previous attire is that the sunglasses that never left his face has been turned into a type of sports goggles that hang loosely around his neck.
Stripping out of his long dreary looking trenchcoat, Kian has donned a more sophisticated, "clean-cut" look. Gone are his tacky stripped undershirts, and bootcut jeans. Gone are his heavy muddied boots that seem to take up more than half his calves. Instead, thanks to Russell's never ending budget, his new companion has given Kian a new wardrobe.
No matter what kind of changes Kian goes through, he still holds to being a person who is not flashy at all, and appeals to the more simpler types. On top, he wears his father's favourite style of an aegean hued parka with a black fur hood, that fits snugly against his body's lanky curve, shaping his upper torso well. It's not too tight of a fit, and allows for good maneuvering capabilities if necessary. Underneath are a variety of simple t-shirts that are only mono coloured. Sometimes the man chooses gradient colours, otherwise, he's most satisfied with ones that fit and don't ride too high up his navel when he stretches.
Old habits die hard, and keeping to his questionable styling choices, Kian still holds one pair of thick black jeans that tend to grow skinnier at the bottom - though not enough to be labeled, "skinny jeans". Wrapped around his left upper thigh is a piece of the navy blue coloured scarf - from Pre-RRR - that Kian once relied heavily on to cover half his face and neck. Due to memories' sake, it never comes off and can serve as a multitude of purposes according to Russell.
Because Russell stated his old boots were a "fashion disaster" - as he so kindly put it - Kian has changed the military style footwear for a preppy, yet durable dress shoes. To Kian, it is simple enough, by having a suitable arch and good form. The welt stitching around it holds true for what little time he's had it, and eyelets allow for more breathing room, thus making the man pick up speed at a quicker pace.
As far as accessories go, Kian still keeps his titanium ring around his right hand's index finger and has opted for the same belt Russell wears. It is leather and concealed underneath his t-shirts, proving easy access to its metallic bands to his Pokeballs. The major difference from his previous attire is that the sunglasses that never left his face has been turned into a type of sports goggles that hang loosely around his neck.
{General Appearance}
With new clothes, new accessories, new hair styles, and basically a new look, Kian feels much more lighter than ever before. Because he has nothing left to hide and nothing more to give, ironically enough, the trainer feels much more at ease and confident in exposing himself to the outside world. Unable to rely on the oversized scarf and trenchcoat that always helped hide him, Kian is forced to stand tall - his full six feet. Due to his adventures, having been unprotected into the sun, despite his clothing, Kian is a shade or two darker than his once ghostly complexion. While still pale, he is somewhat tanner, which causes anyone back at home to question if it's really the man in question.
He no longer gives off an angry vibe, but rather a more lost and questionable impression. Even though his eyes are still shaped in a way that draws question to if Kian is angry or not, his words are more humble and less gruff than before. He thinks before talking, albeit sometimes he lets it slip, and can sometimes trail off in mumbles or grumbles. Regardless, no matter how tired Kian is, with lighter and fitting clothing, he doesn't have heavy footsteps and can hold his own when it comes to exhaustion, only finally allowing himself to collapse once he's in his private quarters. Otherwise, in public a forced grin and barely make-able eye contact is all that will come out of the sullen individual.
With new clothes, new accessories, new hair styles, and basically a new look, Kian feels much more lighter than ever before. Because he has nothing left to hide and nothing more to give, ironically enough, the trainer feels much more at ease and confident in exposing himself to the outside world. Unable to rely on the oversized scarf and trenchcoat that always helped hide him, Kian is forced to stand tall - his full six feet. Due to his adventures, having been unprotected into the sun, despite his clothing, Kian is a shade or two darker than his once ghostly complexion. While still pale, he is somewhat tanner, which causes anyone back at home to question if it's really the man in question.
He no longer gives off an angry vibe, but rather a more lost and questionable impression. Even though his eyes are still shaped in a way that draws question to if Kian is angry or not, his words are more humble and less gruff than before. He thinks before talking, albeit sometimes he lets it slip, and can sometimes trail off in mumbles or grumbles. Regardless, no matter how tired Kian is, with lighter and fitting clothing, he doesn't have heavy footsteps and can hold his own when it comes to exhaustion, only finally allowing himself to collapse once he's in his private quarters. Otherwise, in public a forced grin and barely make-able eye contact is all that will come out of the sullen individual.
{Personality}
Following the events that transpired with Len Miles, Kian’s personality has changed quite drastically. Due to its slow recline, most of his traits has slowly peaked through the surface, enveloping the man in an odd series of attributes he has yet to fully comprehend.
What was once an insufferable, albeit misunderstood, man whose stares held the venom of a dozen Arboks, and barks worse than his bite, Kian has mellowed down into almost the opposite. He is careful with his words, most of the time muttering small bits of afterthoughts under his breath, not anymore bringing them to the surface. After so many weeks of backlash from his sharp words, the ex-trainer has learned that it only causes more problems and that is definitely not what he wants. He attempts to swallow his retorts, carefully, strategically placing them in ways that would result in a good if not decent outcome from whoever decides to approach him. Unfortunately, with the lack of social skills, Kian isn’t quite well versed and can sometime appear confusing or downright rude.
Out of everything that has changed the most in his journey, it is the indecisiveness of his actions and abilities that has reared its ugly head in. No longer confident in himself nor his goals, Kian’s entire stature bleeds apprehension and doubt. Without someone to guide him or give him an answer, the man feels he is left without direction and becomes distraught - this he has learned through his memories of his friendship with Len Miles. Because of this, Kian is more prone to anger, but in a passive and silent way as he understands he is helpless to most individuals who can knock him out in one shot lest he gets in their face.
Despite that, some of his previous traits tend to come lashing out if the man finds himself in a pickle or under pressure. However, even pressure is a bit subjective, and the tiniest touch can cause Kian to withdraw his head into his shell - a defense mechanism of the past - and snap at the nearest person. In actuality, he may mean it through what little observation skills he has, but they’re assumptions at best, and most of the time the man is wrong. He knows this, but during times of panic, what’s right and wrong goes out the window for him. The way he now sees it, is that the world is unpredictable. Even as far as labeling everything out there as a trap, Kian would rather not get involved in the petty skirmishes he sees and attempts to stay as far away in the safest points for the time being. An example could even be a robber. The man would rather step aside and let someone else do the good deed, for he knows he isn’t capable of stopping the thief. Energy is better spent trying to figure out his own problems.
Since the events of the Gym Battle with Vita, seeing someone so full of vigor and Russell who eagerly pushes him to change, the comparison and thought of the notion has made the man feel utterly vulnerable to those around him. Not knowing much of himself anymore, Kian desperately yearns to find out more about who he is and who he wants to become. Regardless of what escapes out of his mouth, deep down Kian is terrified to find out whether or not he is a good or bad person. All his life he has been following someone, attempting to be that person, but never once had he thought about his own well-being. And since it’s his first time being Kian Conrad, he is plagued with series of difficulties and challenges such as “why” and “how”. But mostly what terrifies him is that should he be his own person, would people accept him? The question itself makes Kian hesitate more than ever.
Nevertheless, the ex-trainer knows full well that he is trying. He’s positive he’ll try as many different paths that it takes in order for him to feel comfortable once again - to love himself, or so Russell says. Judgment of his morals and beliefs may be skewed and not quite developed - for he wants to make his own calls - but so far he knows he is beginning to understand the struggles and plight of Pokemon all together. He feels more calm with them and is slowly allowing the creatures to come into his personal bubble. That’s not to say he won’t allow humans, but for the time being, he rather his peers and family stay furthest from him as possible until he gets his entire mindset sorted out.
Following the events that transpired with Len Miles, Kian’s personality has changed quite drastically. Due to its slow recline, most of his traits has slowly peaked through the surface, enveloping the man in an odd series of attributes he has yet to fully comprehend.
What was once an insufferable, albeit misunderstood, man whose stares held the venom of a dozen Arboks, and barks worse than his bite, Kian has mellowed down into almost the opposite. He is careful with his words, most of the time muttering small bits of afterthoughts under his breath, not anymore bringing them to the surface. After so many weeks of backlash from his sharp words, the ex-trainer has learned that it only causes more problems and that is definitely not what he wants. He attempts to swallow his retorts, carefully, strategically placing them in ways that would result in a good if not decent outcome from whoever decides to approach him. Unfortunately, with the lack of social skills, Kian isn’t quite well versed and can sometime appear confusing or downright rude.
Out of everything that has changed the most in his journey, it is the indecisiveness of his actions and abilities that has reared its ugly head in. No longer confident in himself nor his goals, Kian’s entire stature bleeds apprehension and doubt. Without someone to guide him or give him an answer, the man feels he is left without direction and becomes distraught - this he has learned through his memories of his friendship with Len Miles. Because of this, Kian is more prone to anger, but in a passive and silent way as he understands he is helpless to most individuals who can knock him out in one shot lest he gets in their face.
Despite that, some of his previous traits tend to come lashing out if the man finds himself in a pickle or under pressure. However, even pressure is a bit subjective, and the tiniest touch can cause Kian to withdraw his head into his shell - a defense mechanism of the past - and snap at the nearest person. In actuality, he may mean it through what little observation skills he has, but they’re assumptions at best, and most of the time the man is wrong. He knows this, but during times of panic, what’s right and wrong goes out the window for him. The way he now sees it, is that the world is unpredictable. Even as far as labeling everything out there as a trap, Kian would rather not get involved in the petty skirmishes he sees and attempts to stay as far away in the safest points for the time being. An example could even be a robber. The man would rather step aside and let someone else do the good deed, for he knows he isn’t capable of stopping the thief. Energy is better spent trying to figure out his own problems.
Since the events of the Gym Battle with Vita, seeing someone so full of vigor and Russell who eagerly pushes him to change, the comparison and thought of the notion has made the man feel utterly vulnerable to those around him. Not knowing much of himself anymore, Kian desperately yearns to find out more about who he is and who he wants to become. Regardless of what escapes out of his mouth, deep down Kian is terrified to find out whether or not he is a good or bad person. All his life he has been following someone, attempting to be that person, but never once had he thought about his own well-being. And since it’s his first time being Kian Conrad, he is plagued with series of difficulties and challenges such as “why” and “how”. But mostly what terrifies him is that should he be his own person, would people accept him? The question itself makes Kian hesitate more than ever.
Nevertheless, the ex-trainer knows full well that he is trying. He’s positive he’ll try as many different paths that it takes in order for him to feel comfortable once again - to love himself, or so Russell says. Judgment of his morals and beliefs may be skewed and not quite developed - for he wants to make his own calls - but so far he knows he is beginning to understand the struggles and plight of Pokemon all together. He feels more calm with them and is slowly allowing the creatures to come into his personal bubble. That’s not to say he won’t allow humans, but for the time being, he rather his peers and family stay furthest from him as possible until he gets his entire mindset sorted out.
{History}
See Pre-RRR.
{Character Relations}
 Tim Nova Alias: Russell Grissit | Age: 23 Height: 5' 7" Who: Nexus Agent Status: Living Relationship: Annoying Friend Current Pokemon: Kricketot, "Gero", Machamp, + 2 Unknown Intention: Wants Kian as his future "Nexus Partner"; currently sees him as a possible potential candidate. Current Actions: Surveying Kian for flaws and strengths. {Info:} He’s very excitable and hyperactive, in a way that sorta makes him annoying because he seems to be looking for attention and acceptance. He’s the type to have a lot of superficial friends and brag about it, then wonders why he gets depressed. All he wants is for someone to genuinely care about him. So far though, he seems to have taken a liking to Kian for the time being as he continues to brush off the man's insults. Not much is currently known about Tim, or at least there's not much this man reveals. Born like any human in Godai, Tim has admitted that he had loving parents and siblings until something took it all away. Whatever it is, the man avoids mentioning even a sliver of it to anyone who isn't within the syndicate. Alas, even in his platoon, his mates still don't know an ounce of his past life as he tends to change the topic or laugh it off in a pleasing manner that they were all trained for. If anything, only the person he considers his 'father figure' knows each and every secret. Seemingly proficient in his skills and abilities, Tim has been more than content with both families - his platoon and his Pokemon party - completing all that is needed of him. So far he hasn't mentioned anything that he has not been willing to do because well...nothing he's been asked has gone against his morals. Don't get him wrong though, he has a strong set of morals and arguably is the nicest among his friends! However his friends are those he picked up along the way and are in no way associated with his platoon; he's afraid to lose what he's gathered, always seeing the good in people unless proven otherwise. Up until now, the agent has been on the benches, mulling over his past mistakes, but it wasn't until receiving a document upon a certain "Ex-Trainer" that motivated him to go back into the field. Kian Conrad is his current personal 'mission' and perhaps this man might just be the friend he's always wanted despite the sullen trainer's distasteful personality. After all, what's a person without a thirst for answers? | 1. Long Time No See 2. - At Long Last 3. - Good Deeds Go a Long Way 4. - Degrees of Separation 5. - Forgotten Inhibitions 6. - Renew Relive Restart 7. - |
 Len Miles Alias: N/A | Age: 27 Height: 6' 09" Who: Ex-Nexus Agent Status: "Deceased" Relationship: Ex-Best Friend Current Pokemon: Bayleef, Arcanine, and Intention: Wants to exact revenge against Kian for reasons he assumes Kian knows. Perhaps communication is not his strongest suit. Current Actions: Unknown. {Info:} Len isn't your stereotypical "charming" or "killer" sociopath. Okay, perhaps sociopath isn't the right word, but for the time being, he more or less could be counted as one. Hell bent on hunting down Kian to make him suffer the same 'feelings' he did the day the teen had "died", Len's only will to live is to make sure Kian's life is pure misery. Whether or not it was a misunderstanding between these two close friends, it doesn't matter for the Nexus grunt - well, soon not to be Nexus - as all empathy he has had dissipated over time. Maybe he's salvageable since he wasn't born that way; instead he was the complete opposite back then. But for now, saving him shouldn't be a priority in anyone's minds. All the blame goes to his ex-best friend and he won't listen to a lick of the other side of the story, adamantly only believing what he saw that fateful day. Rules and professionalism don't apply to him - at least...not anymore. Since the day he was rescued at the river's edge, the man counts himself as "reborn" almost immortal in blood. The Syndicate had done everything for him from healing his injuries to giving him a new arm, they saved him, but that's now how Len sees it. Unappreciative and warped in his own delusional mindset, he's rather quiet on his lonesome, a shell of a man internally swirling with confusion. He's not a murderer and he's not cocky; he's intelligent as long as what he does gets him what he wants. Among the average folks and peers, he's quite calm actually, maybe a little tense, but he still knows how to act. Anyone's first impression of him is that he might just be a little socially awkward or "cute" even since he tends to blush whenever talking to the opposite gender. However, all the craziness comes spilling out at even the mention of his ex-best friend. Everything he's done and everything he's lived for was for the time he could meet Kian again, and now that it has happened, there's no telling how he'll react. Only one thing's for sure, and that is: Destroy Kian. Len here has nearly the exact same replica as Kian's own history. The two back in their childhood and teenage years were inseperable. Not one day had passed by since the day they met that they haven't left each other's sides. Though they are nearly exact opposites in terms of personalities to a time long past, even today they remain the same. The only thing different is the larger gap and different desires between them. Prior to meeting Kian, Len had led the same mundane lifestyle. Though not the heart of the town, he was a quiet boy who kept to himself at the Mills down by the river that ran through Sedalia Town. His parents were caring but middle class workers who enjoyed their family life as did their occupations. Len was happy and content, and not at all lonely. Unlike Kian who yearned for a friend of the same caliber, Len did not. It just so happened that fate has a funny way of joining friends. However, with the good comes the bad and although Kian had asked for a friend, Len never did. | 1. Long Time No See 2. - At Long Last 3. - Forgotten Inhibitions 4. - TBA 5. - |
- Inventory -
Dians:
328Items:
{Pokeballs}
 Pokéball x1 Great Ball x2 Ultra Ball x3 |  Level Ball x2 Nest Ball x2 Heavy Ball x1 |
{Healing & Medicine}
 Revive x1 Potion x2 Super Potion x3 Hyper Potion x2 |  Antidote x3 Parlyz Heal x2 Burn Heal x2 Ice Heal x1 Awakening x1 Full Heal x1 |  Persim Berry x2 Chesto Berry x1 |  Sweethearts x6 |
{Battle & TMs}
 Ground Gem x1 |  TM032 Double Team TM069 Rock Polish TM061 Will-O-Wisp TM006 Toxic x2 |  TM078 Bulldoze TM098 Power-Up Punch TM065 Shadow Claw TM036 Sludge Bomb |  Protein x1 Carbos x1 |
{Miscellaneous}
 Hidden Ability Unlock x1 Rare Roll of Choice (Any Time) Uncommon Roll of Choice (Next Encounter) Super Repel x1 Max Repel x1 |  Subway Ticket x1 |
Key Items:
PokéDex
Journal
Vehicle
Holocaster-
Town Map 
Item Finder App
PokeWave App
- Badges -
 Rhythm Badge |
- Trainer Advancement -
Advancement Points: 148
- Seeing The Sights: (11/15) AP - Tier 1
- Silver Tongue: (3/15) AP
- Making Friends: (12/15) AP - Tier 2
- To Be The Best: (11/15) AP - Tier 1
- Silver Tongue: (1/15) AP
- Nursing: (1/15) AP - Tier 1
- Gift Giving: (10/20) AP
- Maternal Instincts: (2/20) AP
- TLC: (12/25) AP
- Technology Buff (6/25) AP
- Ooh Shiny: (4/30) AP
- Zap Plate
- Soothe Bell
- Destiny Knot
800, +1 Potion, +1 Subway Ticket
14,029, (+2) Hyper Potion, (+2) Great Ball, (+1) Ultra Balll, (+1) Max Repel, (+1) Repel, (+1) Vehicle, Safari Zone Fee, Upkeep Fee
