Silas Edington

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Trainer Profile



~*Silas Jay Edington*~

Hometown	Trainer Class	Nickname	Gender	Age	Height	Weight
Kotoba City	Bug-Type Specialist	N/A	Male	Eighteen	6'0"	140 lbs.

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Personal Style

Hair Color & Style: As unassuming as the young man, himself, Silas dons an unwieldy mop of flat, dirt-brown hair. It's that sort of hair that very few ever remark. It refuses to retain any sort of luxurious wave, any sheen and shine, and is incapable of styling. Rather, any attempt that has ever been made was met with copious amounts of product that left his hair as stiff as a board and so obviously doctored. It did more harm than good.

After so long, Silas had conceded defeat to the mess that was his hair. He decided it was best if his hair was left at the same length (just to the middle of the bridge of his nose), refusing to style it any further than flattening it down with his hands, and he'd rarely even be seen with his hair away from his eyes. Yes, Silas, after all these years, had retreated behind the dirt-brown veil he loved and hated. When alone or in familiar company, Silas would part his hair from his eyes. In otherwise unfamiliar company, or if he simply found the person he was with to be bothersome, his hair would return to guard his eyes.

His reasoning was many-fold, yet, for the most part he feared his unusually large forehead. That's why he hated getting his hair cut back, yet everyone knows just how hard it is to stop a mother when she gets a fantastic idea in her head.

Eyes: Hidden behind the aforementioned, dirt-brown, drabby-looking hair lay a pair of vibrant blue orbs. While his hair may be counted as a nuisance, Silas has long since branded his eyes as dirty little traitors. Firstly, they couldn't just be blue. No, that'd be far too simple and would cause him no grief! No, he had to be cursed with a small yellow ring etched around the pupil, embedded into the iris in such a way that, at a distance, his eyes often get mistaken as green.

Now, Silas will take incredible offense to anyone who would make such an assessment. How dare they claim him to be some recessive gene-carrier! If the treachery had ended there, it was likely that a civil relationship could have been born between the boy and his misbegotten gaze. Unfortunately, this goes much deeper than genetics! The true nature of his discontent is how his eyes refuse to mask his emotional state.

As iconic and cliché as it may be, his eyes are the window to the soul Silas refuses to bear. Be it from his independent upbringing, his lack-luster social life, or the manic way his thoughts wrap around and conceptualize the world, something within Silas remains disconnected. There is an unbalance within him that shows very evidently in his gaze. A world of emotion rests within him, yet he has no inclination as to how to let others into that world, or even begin to explain it for himself. It is one of the many reasons why he decided to start on his journey with Poke'mon at his side.

Clothing/Accessories: There came a startling discovery in the world of clothing and design when Silas began to pack for his journey. Clothing came in three categories: comfort, functionality, and style. Furthermore, Silas had discovered that you could only ever fit two of those categories into any one piece of clothing. It was either comfortable and functional, but hideous to look at. Or it was comfortable and stylish, but offered no utility to the wearer. Or it was functional and stylish, but was cumbersome and itchy.

No, comfort and functionality were definitely going to win the day. The only problem was...the only articles he had to fit the bill were two pairs of cargo pants. They were plaid. PLAID!!! Ugh...if it weren't one nail being shoved into the coffin of his prospective social life, it was another! Still, he supposed there was nothing for it. The extra pockets would be good and, while they may have been unsightly (to say the very least), they were rather comfortable. They wouldn't chafe! That was a plus, right?

The selection for his upper attire was only a partial victory. The debate between short and long-sleeved attire was a simple one. Long sleeved, for certain. Heat was never a problem for Silas. It was the cold that he dreaded. He was never the sort of kid to run out in the snow, making snowballs, getting his tongue stuck to a light pole, and building snowmen. Even if it may look a bit excessive, he would pack two black sweaters and two long-sleeved button-down shirts. Both of them were likely two sizes too big for him, but Silas figured it allowed for more breathing room. He disliked anything terribly constricting or form-fitting. The undershirts were plain white, so as not to clash too horribly with the plaid.

Silas had never been a hat person. Having such horrible hair as he did, it was completely horrid whenever he'd take them off. So, for footwear, it became a bit of a debate. He has some trainers, a pair of runners, and a set of boots. The trainers would do well for casual jaunts in the park, the runners were great ankle-support, but they lacked the comfort the trainers provided. Then there were the boots, which were rugged and all-purpose, but they were a mid-way between the support of the runners and the comfort of the trainers. He imagined that, after a long walk, his feet would tire of the abrasiveness of the boots.

They also didn't allow for much breathing room, either, so he imagined that foot odor would eventually become a problem. After careful consideration, Silas decided that he'd suffer the odor. He would likely be alone, for the most part, anyways, and it was always good to have moderation over an extreme of either end. So, a pair of tan working boots, it was!

Now that he looked horribly mismatched, a tad undersized for the clothes he was wearing, and otherwise ridiculous-looking, he could head out!

General Appearance: Silas was never the sort of kid who was highly regarded for his looks. He was rather plain and average looking. He never paid much attention to the styling of his hair, what the latest fashions were, or the fact that some sunlight might be beneficial to his paling skin tone. All in all, Silas would be given an appraisal that he wasn't terribly unattractive, yet there were always bigger Magikarp in the sea. This did very little to revive his deflated self-confidence.

Silas Edington had always been tall for his age. At present, he was standing just over six-feet tall. To compound his height, his metabolism had always been too fast for its own good and, despite how much he could pack away at three or four sittings a day, he could never gain much weight. The result was a scrawny, wiry looking boy who always seemed to look tired and disinterested.

He was never the outdoors-type, always preferring the comforts of his home to the wind and sun. It wasn't that he was altogether opposed to the outdoors. He just simply didn't have many objectives outside. His lacking of suitable friends meant that playtime and gallivanting was kept to a minimum, leaving him with a rather pale complexion for a lack of sun. The only benefit to that was that puberty had been kind to him. He didn't suffer the usual sort of acne breakouts that most teenagers went through. There was rarely a period where he would sweat or go too terribly long without a proper shower. So, to his credit, he did have rather nice...skin, if one were to judge skin.

His bone structure was soft and even-keeled. He lacked a predominate jawline and cheekbones, giving him a gentle appeal. His nose wasn't too long, nor was it terribly wide, which he was thankful for. He had a hard enough time covering up his rather wide forehead. He didn't relish the thought of having to compensate for a shoddy nose, as well.

If one were to sum up the total of Silas's looks, he was certain they'd come to just one word: apathetic.

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SPOILER: Click to show {Personality}Personality: Silas lives out a dichotomy of inner musings and deep moral considerations against his outer apathy and social awkwardness. He is an observer and a scholar of life, yet finds himself inadequate at interacting with the world he sees. He has a strong moral compass and holds to the philosophy that understanding breeds unity. If there is going to be peace in his hometown, between people and Poke'mon, and within inter-city and international affairs, people cannot be afraid to put themselves aside and view the situation objectively. To figure out why someone behaves the way they do, the things that happened in their life to shape them and make them the people that they are, to discover the core of their belief system, and to truly come to the proper knowledge of their identity as an individual takes time and effort. Unfortunately, as Silas has found, too few people live selflessly enough to take that time and effort. In the seventeen years that Silas has been alive-- only about five of them having been spent in earnest contemplation-- he's become somewhat cynical and jaded. Silas has never been one to self-reflect. He has spent so much time viewing the world around him, observing and attempting to comprehend it, that he has spent very little time trying to understand himself or his own emotions. So few were his childhood acquaintances that he has had very little practice with expressing emotion, as well. As such, nearly every reaction comes out in base forms. He is either happy, sad, or angry. Rarely is he anything more colorful than that. Yet, from an outward appearance, one could hardly say he felt any of the three. If happy, one might see Silas break the faintest of smiles. If he were sad, he would likely just cram his hands into his pockets and saunter on. If angry, his tone would never elevate to mirror the emotion. Silas could hardly be considered a confrontational person. While highly opinionated, his lacking bravado and confidence often keep him from verbalizing his thoughts. Not many people tended to enjoy criticism-- no matter how delicately it may be placed upon them. As such, Silas internalizes a lot of grievances, shouldering them so that others can live a life of bliss in whatever ignorance may befall them. The young man is something of a martyr. The pensive, cynical inclinations built up an extreme patience and tolerance for most things-- abuse included. It wasn't uncommon for Silas to become the target of the frail, verbal lashings of students who would think themselves superior in some form or fashion. "Bullies" was the term, but Silas found the word rather cliché and hard on the ears. It was hardly a refined term for what they were. They were merely deflecting some other personal grief onto what reminded them of their wound. Silas had concluded that it was likely an intellectual discrepancy. He was studious and scored well on nearly all of his exams. They, as it were, did not. So, as a means of coping with their inability, they attempt to prove a point: brawn over brain. So long as they can put down the intelligent child, the fact that they are stronger compensates for their bad marks. Either that, or they had a terrible relationship with their father. There have been times when his courage was tested against his moral compass, and whether or not it would point True North. Silas didn't much have a stomach for cruelty, yet was resigned that it would forever plague the world. Silas was not the only child ever to be targeted in his school yard. If he were present for the occasion, the young man could not stand idly by. While maintaining his passive stance towards violence and conflict, he was perfectly capable of standing in the way of the next blow. Sometimes, frustrations merely needed to be vented and the object of those frustrations was, more often than not, unimportant. Without a word, Silas would stand in front of the ill-fortuned student and spread his arms. Sometimes, the "bullies" would hit him. Sometimes, they would walk away after considering the moral implications of hitting someone who had nothing to do with the transgression, yet not before issuing an onslaught of insults and other such mindless banter. Those he aided often wondered why he would bother with such an act of chivalry. He didn't know them, had never spoken to them, and owed them nothing. Yet, he still stood in their place. In Silas's mind, it was better for him to take the bruises than the one incapable of defending themselves. He was hardly ever in the public eye, as it were, so a few days with an ice pack at home was never an issue. Silas holds a very real need to connect. It is, perhaps, the strongest desire that lays in his heart. He wants to be noticed and, above all, he desires to be accepted. He has often considered what it would be like to have someone he could consider a true friend. He'd had his acquaintances, of course. Most hardly ever recognize the difference. Whether it is at work, school, or in some other medium, most have the people that they only see and talk to when they are at that specific place. There is an unseen barrier between how to take that business or infrequent professional relationship to a personal level. During the times when he saw his school acquaintances, Silas could say he truly made an effort to put his best foot forward. He studied and observed those that he ate lunch with and shared a class or two with, complimented where he thought appropriate, listened to the stories being passed around the table, and even laughed when they did. He would say he was on the verge of friendship before the strings of life came and pulled them a different direction. One of them ended up with a girlfriend, others got involved heavily in the clubs they were interested in, and even a few just stopped showing up at the table for reasons unknown. What had started out as five potential friends whittled away until he was left at the table alone, again. They had moved on while Silas was still stuck in the same place he'd always been. The disappointment and bitterness weighed heavily on him. He didn't quite know where to place the blame. He was angry at himself for being the sort of person so easily forgotten, yet he was angry at them for forgetting him. The desire for a true friend only grew, and the failures of previous attempts shaped his vision of what it meant to be a friend. He knew that the realm of possibility of him managing to entreat a friend through self-provocation was rather slim. In his own head, he'd imagined it would be a girl and that she would have to approach him. Males tended to be conflict-driven, growing through competition and discovering new limitations. Adventure was second-nature to most and Silas was not the sort of person who complemented those qualities. He could see someone looking at him like a puzzle to be riddled out-- something more commonly to the forte of the female gender. She would be the curious and intrusive type. The sort of person that Silas would certainly be annoyed by. Yet, for his own benefit, he knew that sort of personality would be what was required. A person to draw him out, kicking and screaming, if need be. She couldn't be an idiot, to be blunt. He would still require someone who could maintain a conversation of depth, on occasion. Any friend of his would have to be unfailingly kind and patient. They would be someone who cared deeply for others, as well as for Poke'mon. Perhaps the most important aspect that Silas saw within his imaginary friend was that she would see the world in colors that he did not. Someone whose eyes shined when they saw a sunset or the cherry blossoms as they fell in the spring time. Someone who could marvel at things of beauty and enjoy them, rather than stand mute, stuck in the jaded outlook that it was only a matter of time before that sun set and the blossoms withered away, as he did. Silas did not hold his breath. He hardly expected to ever find such a person, or to have them find him. He likely wouldn't even recognize that potential friend, if their paths ever did cross, anyways. Still, it was a nice thought. If Silas ever did meet such a person and could ever make that connection-- if he could call someone a friend-- he would defend it jealously. He would guard it and serve it with all of his ability.

SPOILER: Click to show {History}History: Silas has always been something of an oddball. Even at a tender age, he never seemed to be able to acquiesce to the normal behaviors and mannerisms of a child without adequate reasoning. He was constantly questioning his mother to the point of driving her up a wall. By the time his father got home from the market where he sold the fruits their garden yielded, she would pawn Silas off and tell him to go show his son something new. Such began Silas's propensity for intellectual gain. He enjoyed learning the history of Kotoba and, while his father was a mere merchant and certainly not a political insider, by the age of ten he was already learning of the strife within his own city and comprehending the progressive versus traditionalist arguments rather well. Still, despite his prodigal leanings, Silas continually failed at some of the most basic things. He was horrid at "Hide and Go Seek". He just simply couldn't wrap his head around the rules. Why would he purposefully handicap himself and hide his eyes when he was at a perfectly reasonable advantage if he kept them open while everyone scurried away? If they didn't want to be found so easily, they should have just kept running until they were out of sight, thereby opening up the game to a city-wide search, rather than just the backyard of James Knightly's house. He saw it as a perfectly acceptable concept. Needless to say, the quirk and inability to conform didn't leave him with many friends At the age of seven, Silas was already handily independent of his parents. He would walk himself to school, study alone and hardly ever had to get told to finish his homework or take a shower. He was a dutiful child, and remains so to this day. Silas has always been careful about what was expected of him. If people in society didn't play to their roles, then it would all simply fall apart. Silas was just a cog in the machine, meant to turn and turn; never break, never cause the system an issue. As independent as he was, he and his mother had unwittingly slipped into a routine that they could not escape from. She would have his lunch prepared for him every morning by the time he came down the stairs. She would always greet him, ask about any strange dreams or something to that effect. He never could recall them. For him, trying to remember a dream was like trying to hold water in cupped hands. As soon as his eyes would open, the details would quickly trickle between his fingers and become lost to the oblivion from which they came. His mother would remind him of little things-- tying his shoes, getting his bag, and not forgetting his homework. After so long, the morning conversations became shorter and shorter. She would stop trying to remind him of things, figuring he didn't need her coddling. He didn't need it. Yet, on the occasion...it would've been nice. She was a good mother and Silas respected her beyond measure. It was several years before he'd made the connection that his mannerism made her feel incapable and useless. To a woman devoted to home and hearth, being useful to her husband and only son were the hallmarks of her day. By the time Silas realized his error, the damage had been done and he was uncertain how to mend the bridge. Parents were difficult to talk to on a personal level. Silas's minor alteration to the routine had been to ensure he kissed his mother's cheek before walking out the door. He didn't know what else he could do for her and he didn't know how to relax enough to allow her to do things for him that he was perfectly capable of handling on his own. In the end, it simply left a divide between them. That story remained true for his father, as well. It took longer, perhaps, than it did with his mother. The bond between a father and son tends to be stronger during the formative years. Once Silas was beginning to apply and solidify his sense of self, his father's role in his life became more prominent. For all of the hope that could be placed in establishing a bond, there, it wouldn't be possible. His father was a hard-working man. He didn't come from money. He wasn't well-connected. He didn't even have a Secondary degree. No, Silas's father was a failed, would-be-success story. He wasn't particularly talented in any area, though he tried his hand at a number of things. He didn't have the marks to succeed in an academic career path, he lacked the constitution and adventurous spirit to commit to the life of a Poke'mon trainer, and his business sense was subpar. It took some time for Silas to piece all of this information together about his father. They would, at one time, spend a few days together in the market or tending to the gardens. He taught Silas many valuable lessons about equality, hard work, and how to remain humble. His father was, undoubtedly, a good man. His father and mother were deserving of one another. Yet, Silas was quickly growing beyond the scope of what his father had answers for. Silas wanted to know how the world worked on a larger scale. He wanted to know what caused the political turmoil in his city and why so many people fretted over the semantics and minute details of policy when the city suffered beneath their inability to unify. As larger corporations moved into the city, expanding trade and bringing in new resources, small fruit stands like the one that his father ran became steadily more obsolete as the years passed. What frustrated Silas was that his father had no response for the encroachment. He only knew how to tend a garden and reaped what he could yield from it. There was an unwillingness within the man to expand beyond the boarders that he had grown comfortable with. He was happy within the walls of his identity as a merchant, a father, and a husband. His life was simple and Silas's father intended to keep it that way. His inability to conceptualize his father's passive inclinations haunted him. It also reflected poorly upon himself. After all, he had taken the path of least resistance on so many occasions. Despite that history, Silas could recognize when action was needed, even if he was uncertain as to what that action was. Taking the first step often led to the second and things didn't need to be entirely fleshed out with all of the little variables in check. Without the proper answers, Silas was left at a crossroads with his father. He wasn't quite certain whether he should respect him or brand him a fool. As a child he held great admiration for him, but, in light of all that he now knew...things had become muddled. It was rather depressing and caused Silas to seriously question the very fabric of what was right and wrong; good or evil. In the end, all of the preconceptions and silly expectations of childhood had been crushed, leaving Silas with a very monotone scope of the world. In this world, the strong stood over the weak. The things that were once organic and beautiful were replaced with mechanical machinations. The world was in such a hurry to evolve to the next phase and Silas had always been backwards and slow to progress. A child should want nothing but to make friends and to run amuck, playing and laughing. As a child he simply wanted to read and keep to himself. When nearing adulthood, people usually began to gear towards their independence and looked towards how they would fit into the progressive world. Silas just wanted to walk casually beside someone, smiling and laughing. He wanted the things that he missed out on. As much as Silas wanted someone, he had lost a great deal of faith in the goodness of others. He'd experienced neglect from parents and would-be friends, watched as the people he looked up to cowered and clung to the familiar life they'd built for themselves, and he'd witnessed how the selfishness of the few can harm many. The strong preyed on the weak, the influential never reached out a hand to those cast into the shadows, and the rich hoarded any available assets. There was a callousness to the world and, in turn, it caused Silas to harden against it. He would no longer place the same stock in the fairytale endings. Things didn't work like that. People went to work, they came home, they ate, they slept, and they woke up the next day to do it all again. If it was so deemed, all that had been worked for could be taken away within an instant. When Silas was nearing graduation of Secondary School, he began to fear that sort of droning, helpless life. Would he end up no different? Would he take over his father's fruit stand and whittle away his days handing out tangerines? For a long time, he'd accepted that future. After all, he'd always been in the background, watching life go by. It had always been his favorite part of accompanying his father to the market-- getting to watch all of the people and their behaviors. Still, despite all of the mundane joys he could have in the simple life of a merchant, Silas began to truly fear being disregarded his entire life. He'd seen a world of selfish, unabated progressives building tall towers and obtaining great feats of industry, architecture, and economic growth. Regardless of whether or not people agreed with the corporate suits or not, they took note of them. They knew their names and they either challenged them, or they sold tangerines. Silas decided he would become that person. The one that people were forced to take note of. Yet, he'd do it in his way. Silas decided that he would become a Godai Gym Leader. He would become someone so strong that those who desired to become champions, in their own right, would have to challenge him or sell tangerines. They could go through him, or they could avoid him, but in either respect...they would acknowledge him.

SPOILER: Click to show {Character Relationships} Picture Biography Name: Clary Evans Relationship: Former Traveling Companion Description: A strange girl who appeared in Kotoba at the outset of Silas’s journey. She successfully roped him into a trek through Skytouch Forest to help her catch her first Poke’mon and favorite Poke’mon – a Ledyba. Silas initially thought he’d found himself a fast friend, but due to a controversy over the accidental, yet brutal, treatment of an adversarial Cherubi, the two parted ways. Status: Assumed Living Name: Margaret Hastings (30) Relationship: Friend Description: An administrator at the Scurarte Poke’Center, Margaret Hastings is a very proper woman. She dons short, jet black hair cut into a bob, oval glasses, and has pleasantly sharp facial features (framed well by the A-line of her hair). She can often be found wearing stilettos, making her taller than even most men. She has a young daughter of thirteen and has the affections of her co-worker, Jack Caelum. Status: Living Name: Lyra Colt (19) Relationship: Girlfriend Description: A beautiful and stunning girl, Lyra Colt was Silas’s rescuer from the public beating he’d received at the hands of her brother. She is the assistant librarian at her local Secondary School and tends to her grandfather’s needs in her spare time. She has never ventured outside of Scurarte, but has always dreamed of seeing the world. She has only ever read about the world in black and white pages of the books she keeps. She and her brother’s mother passed away from cancer, and their father abandoned them shortly after their mother’s death. She felt a spark after first meeting Silas Edington, helping him clean up and lick his wounds after getting beat up by Tanner Colt. Lyra and Silas made a promise at the annual Scurartian festival known as the "Vow of Lights". There, Lyra asked Silas to promise her that he'd make his dream of being a Godai Gym Leader come true and that, once his dreams were realized, that they would get married. Silas accepted. Status: Living Name: Jack Caelum (36) Relationship: Friend / Brother in the Brotherhood of the Traveling Pants Description: A quirky and good-natured man, Jack does all that he can to assist those close to him. He has long harbored not-so-secret feelings for his co-worker, Margaret Hastings, and looks after her and her daughter’s well-being as best he can. He is a brilliant man and serves as the Scurarte Poke’Center’s lead medical technician. He is a very practical man, but loses that practicality wherever Margaret is concerned. Under false-pretenses that the woman of his affections liked men who wore plaid, Silas was able to trick the man into trading him a pair of business slacks for a pair of his ugly, horribly-plaid cargo pants. Now, the two are considered brothers in the Brotherhood of Traveling Pants—a bond none dare speak of and few know exist. Status: Living Vikki Hastings (12) Relationship: Friend Description: Vikki is the daughter of Margaret Hastings and, as such, helps out regularly at the Pokecenter in Scurarte Town. She is an excitable, dramatic and eccentric young girl who wears big, gaudy glasses despite not having an astigmatism, dyes bright neon stripes into her hair on a regular basis, and keeps her hair tied up in pigtails most of the time. Vikki has often been seen as a tomboy, because she actively speaks her mind and doesn't seem to have very good manners. She's never been seen as a "girly" girl and that hasn't earned her very many friends. She struggles in school and struggles with bullies. During the Vow of Lights festival in Scurarte, Silas gave Vikki his Shelmet to keep. The two were fast friends and Silas felt it best that she have a companion to keep her company. Vikki promises to bedazzle Shelmet's armor before Silas returns to Scurarte. Status: Living Name: Oran Colt (81) Relationship: Mentor Description: The father of Kieran Colt, Oran Colt took responsibility for his son’s failures and raised Lyra and Tanner as his own. He is strict and stern, having only a mind for tradition and holding an archaic outlook on life. He is a wise man, though. He holds a farsight about others that far exceeds Silas’s own gift. He loves his grandchildren dearly and, after testing Silas in a game of Go, consented that Silas would be allowed to visit more with his granddaughter, Lyra Colt.Oran orchestrated a plot to coerce Silas into accepting the quest to find Lyra and Tanner's missing father. Using the Vow of Lights festival, Oran trained Tanner and his Pokemon to become strong enough to challenge Silas. If Silas were to lose, then he would be sworn to keep one promise to Tanner Colt of his choosing. Status: Living Name: Tanner Colt (17) Relationship: Rival / Enemy Description: A pugnacious and scrappy hooligan of Scurarte, Tanner Colt runs amuck through the back alleys and narrow streets of the town, painting the walls with his trusty Smeargle with graffiti and vulgarity. Silas’s first encounter with the boy warranted him consequences—both for good and for ill. Tanner and Silas battled their Poke’mon after Silas indicated some vague knowledge of Tanner’s unfortunate upbringing. Then, once Silas had handily beaten him, Tanner decided to make it a battle of human proportions. Tanner, once he’d handily beaten him, was scolded thoroughly by his sister and then later, his grandfather. Tanner still does not accept or trust Silas, feeling that he's not good enough for the affections of his sister. Tanner trained with his grandfather to be able to challenge Silas to a battle, once more. Tanner won and earned the opportunity to ask a single promise from Silas during the Vow of Lights festival. Tanner made Silas promise that he would find his father, Kieran Colt, and bring him back to Scurarte. Status: Living

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Inventory Sheet

Dians: 850 SPOILER: Click to show {Pokéballs} 2x Pokéball 2x Net Ball SPOILER: Click to show {Health Items} 7x Potion SPOILER: Click to show {Berries} 1x Oran Berry 1x Pecha Berry SPOILER: Click to show {Miscellaneous} 1x Mental Herb 1x Honey 1x Train Ticket Anywhere 1x Rare Candy

Key Items PokéDex Journal Town Map Holocaster PokeWave App Item Finder App One Location Skip per 2 Topics (Continuous) x.05 EXP Multiplier (Continuous) ♥ 1.1 Happiness Meter Multiplier (Continuous) Secret Base (Skytouch Forest) NRG Station Ashford Box + Wifi Uncommon Roll of Choice or Lower (Next Encounter) Uncommon Roll of Choice or Lower (Whenever) Half Price on the Next 5 Train Tickets SPOILER: Click to show {TM/HM Case} - TM081 X-Scissor - TM167 Leech Life - TM076 Struggle Bug

Advancement

Advancement Points: 240

AP Category	Tier 0	Tier 1	Tier 2	Tier 3	Tier 4	Tier 5
Seeing the Sights:	15/15	15/15	20/20	10/20	0/25	0/30
Making Friends:	15/15	15/15	20/20	5/20	0/25	0/30
Green Thumb:	0/15	0/15	0/20	0/20	0/25	0/30
To Be The Best:	15/15	15/15	1/20	0/20	0/25	0/30
Silver Tonuge:	3/15	0/15	0/20	0/20	0/25	0/30
Nursing:	15/15	7/15	0/20	0/20	0/25	0/30
Gift Giving:	0/20	0/20	0/25	0/25	0/30	0/35
Parental Instincts:	0/20	0/20	0/25	0/25	0/30	0/35
Genetic Key:	0/20	0/20	0/25	0/25	0/30	0/35
TLC:	25/25	10/25	0/30	0/30	0/35	0/40
Technology Buff:	20/25	0/25	0/30	0/30	0/35	0/40
Oooh Shiny:	9/30	0/30	0/35	0/35	0/40	0/45
Dedication:	5/5	0/10	0/15	0/20	0/25	0/30

Pokemon

Total EXP Gained: 298 EXP

SPOILER: Click to show {Pokémon Team} Ninjask Obtained at Level 5 #291 Obtained at: Kotoba City Intro Topic: Welcome to the World of Pokemon Nickname: Tithonus Gender: Male Type: Bug/Flying Ability: Speed Boost Height: 2' 7" Weight: 26.5 lbs. SPOILER: Click to show {Personality}As a Nincada, Tithonus was completely blind and only able to see the world through vibrations through his antennae. Now that he has evolved, the world has come into focus! While that largely excites the Pokemon, it can also be a little daunting. Who knew that’s what a car looked like and—Oh, no! What’s that that’s following him around!?! Oh…his shadow. This would definitely take some getting used to, but Tithonus doesn’t intend to let that slow him down. He’s still a pretty lazy Pokemon, using his newly acquired wings to go in search of exposed tree roots or berries hanging off of bushes. Once he’s eaten his fill, one can be certain that he’ll still be riding shotgun on the back of Silas’s backpack. A lot has changed, but one thing remains certain: he’ll always be there to fight for his trainer and help make his dreams come true. Health: Intermediate EXP Rate: Eratic EXP Gauge: (154/157) EXP Gained: 145 Level: 20 Division: D5 Total Stats: 280 Attack: 56 Defense: 50 Sp. Attack: 1 Sp. Defense: 50 Speed: 123 (44%) Vitamins Used: Moveset: 1. Scratch 1. Harden 5. Absorb 9. Sand Attack 13. Fury Swipes 17. Mud-Slap 20. Double Team 20. Fury Cutter 20. Screech Unique Moves: X-Scissor (TM Move) Leech Life (TM Move) Item: Escavalier Obtained at Level 9 Evolved at Level 15 #589 Obtained at: Scurarte Town Intro Topic: Karrablast Auction / Fool’s Gold Nickname: Aleron Gender: Male Type: Bug/Steel Ability: Shell Armor Height: 3’ 3” Weight: 72.8 lbs. SPOILER: Click to show {Personality}No one can pack a punch like this Karrablast! Fool-hardy and proud of his power, Karrablast will face down anything and anyone! It doesn’t matter what it takes, he’ll keep on bashing his horn into whatever is brave enough to face him in a fight until he or his opponent falls. This Karrablast holds few interests outside of training, eating and sleeping, making him a straight-forward and reliable companion for Silas’s goals-- and he rewards his Karrablast well. This Poke’mon is most certainly the juggernaut of his team and he doesn’t intend to get rid of him anytime soon. Health: Low EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (66/74) EXP Gained: 48 Level: 17 Division: D5 Total Stats: 238 Attack: 61 Defense: 73 Sp. Attack: 26 (11%) Sp. Defense: 73 Speed: 5 (2%) Vitamins Used: Moveset: 1. Peck 4. Leer 8. Endure 13.Fury Cutter 15.Fell Stinger Unique Moves: Megahorn (Egg Move) Item: Muscle Band Dewpider Obtained at Level 14 #751 Obtained at: Scurarte Town Intro Topic: An Illustrious Return! Nickname: Adalat Gender: Male Type: Bug/Water Ability: Water Bubble Height: 1'00" Weight: 8.8 lbs. SPOILER: Click to show {Personality}This guy likes contact! Whether in a Poke’mon battle or just having the tactile sensation of being coddled by his trainer, this little guy just wants to be touched. In a battle, he’ll seldom try and dodge anything! He just wants to take the hits, roll around and absorb as much damage as possible. That doesn’t mean he won’t try and give as good as he gets. He’s just not as strong as some. Quite the clingy thing, it is always disappointed to have to return to its Poke’ball, but is always chipper when it is released. It doesn’t seem capable of holding grudges and is, quite plainly, a happy little Dewpider who likes to roll with the punches (often quite literally). Health: Scrawny EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (70/74) EXP Gained: 30 Level: 17 Division: D9 Total Stats: 170 Attack: 21 Defense: 38 Sp. Attack: 29 Sp. Defense: 58 (34%) Speed: 24(14%) Vitamins Used: Moveset: 1. Water Sport 1. Bubble 5. Infestation 8. Spider Web 13. Bug Bite 16. Bubblebeam Unique Moves: Leech Life (TM Move) Item: Heracross Captured at Level 13 #214 Encountered at: Skytouch Forest Intro Topic:Who I Am Nickname: Morrigan Gender: Female Type: Bug/Fighting Ability: Swarm Height: 4’ 11” Weight: 119 lbs. SPOILER: Click to show {Personality}Oh no... quite vicious in her stone cold heart, this Heracross was born with a taste for blood. Whether it's literally or figuratively, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that the Heracross can be rather sadistic in her ways. To her, it doesn't matter what the journey is as long as the end goal is reached. She's stubborn, manipulative, and cautious. Morals? Principles? What are those? As long as she gets what she came here to do, then that's that. Health: Above Average EXP Rate: Slow EXP Gauge: (86/95) EXP Gained: 50 Level: 18 Division: D5 Total Stats: 252 Attack: 76 (30%) Defense: 63 Sp. Attack: 1 Sp. Defense: 57 Speed: 55 Vitamins Used: Moveset: 1. Bullet Seed 1. Arm Thrust 1. Endure 1. Horn Attack 1. Leer 1. Night Slash 1. Tackle 7. Feint 10. Aerial Ace 16. Chip Away Unique Moves: Item: Cutiefly Befriended at Level 12 #742 Encountered at: Skytouch Forest Intro Topic: Who I Am Nickname: Sen Gender: Male Type: Bug/Fairy Ability: *Sweet Veil Height: 0' 4" Weight: 0.4 lbs. SPOILER: Click to show {Personality}Bippity boopity! This cutie here isn't the brightest bulb in the pack. In fact, where is his pack?! He must be alone now - oh well; time for a new adventure! Quite the spazz and inattentive Cutiefly, there's little that can make this guy unhappy. In fact, should there ever be a situation that calls out any negative emotions from him, he'll always find a reason to be happy! After all, there's enough sadness in the world, and he wouldn't dare add to that collection. Health: Scrawny EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (55/64) EXP Gained: 25 Level: 16 Division: D8 Total Stats: 176 Attack: 33 Defense: 28 Sp. Attack: 36 Sp. Defense: 28 Speed: 51 (29%) Vitamins Used: Moveset: 1. Absorb 4. Fairy Wind 7. Stun Spore 10. Struggle Bug 13. Silver Wind 16. Draining Kiss Unique Moves: Leech Life (TM Move) Item:

SPOILER: Click to show {PC Pokémon} Pancham Captured at Level 12 #674 Encountered at: Skytouch Forest Intro Topic: Who I Am Nickname: N/A Gender: Male Type: Fighting Ability: Mold Breaker Height: 2’ 0” Weight: 17.6 lbs. SPOILER: Click to show {Personality}A pacifist at heart, this Pancham sees himself more of a protector than some meathead. Regarding himself of high intelligence, the Pancham knows better than to start pointless skirmishes; there are better things to do. Things like obtaining food and making sure his family and friends' shelters are in tact. He's almost like a mother in every way but name. In fact, he's been known to scold those around him and be the "party pooper". Yet, while everyone seems to love him, no one likes him and the Pancham doesn't understand why. All he knows is that that makes him sad, and he doesn't want to be sad anymore. Health: Intermediate EXP Rate: Medium Fast EXP Gauge: (30/35) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 12 Division: D8 Total Stats: 132 Attack: 36 (27%) Defense: 33 (25%) Sp. Attack: 1 Sp. Defense: 27 Speed: 35 Vitamins Used: Moveset: 1. Tackle 1. Leer 7. Arm Thrust 10. Work up 12. Karate Chop Unique Moves: Quick Guard (Egg Move) Item: Bounsweet Captured at Level 15 #761 Encountered at: Skytouch Forest Intro Topic:Who I Am Nickname: N/A Gender: Female Type: Grass Ability: Oblivious Height: 1’ 0” Weight: 7.1 lbs. SPOILER: Click to show {Personality}Do re mi fa so...! This gal here absolutely loves to sing! Music is her life and her life is music - plain and simple. She's a happy, go lucky type of soul who always wants to make others happy as she goes. The Bounsweet knows she only has one talent, so why not make the best of it? Granted, while others may not always like her sweet tunes, it's all she knows and all the grass type has. Without it, she might as well just die. Health: Scrawny EXP Rate: Medium Slow EXP Gauge: (36/41) EXP Gained: 0 Level: 15 Division: D10 Total Stats: 135 Attack: 20 Defense: 34 (25%) Sp. Attack: 10 Sp. Defense: 34 Speed: 37 Vitamins Used: Moveset: 1. Splash 5. Play Nice 9. Rapid Spin 13. Razor Leaf Unique Moves: Grasswhistle (Egg Move) Item:

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SPOILER: Click to show {Adventure Log} Name of Topic Exp Dians Misc. Welcome to the World of Pokemon +13 EXP (13 EXP to Nincada) + 1,231 + 23 AP Onto Skytouch Forest! + 7 EXP (7 EXP to Nincada) + 1,404 +30AP (+) x2 Great Ball (T1 Making Friends Reward) (+) x1 Subway Ticket Anywhere (T1 Seeing the Sights Reward) (-) -1 Poke'ball (+) Shelmet (+) x1 Oran Berry Karrablast Auction - - 1,300 (+) Karrablast Perparing for Skytouch Forest...Again! - -1,600 (+) x1 Net Ball (+) x1 Repel Fool’s Gold + 58 EXP (+20 EXP to Nincada | +22 EXP to Shelmet | + 16 EXP to Karrablast) + 6,011 +57AP One Location Skip per 2 Topics (Continuous) (T2 Seeing the Sights Reward) (+) - TM081 X-Scissor To Find a Poke’Finder! - - 6,600 (+) x3 Potion (+) PokeWave App! (+) Item Finder App! Who I Am + 16 EXP (+10 EXP to Nincada | +6 EXP to Karrablast) + 2,785 +68AP Half Price on the Next 5 Train Tickets (T3 Seeing the Sights Reward) Uncommon Roll of Choice or Lower (Next Encounter) (T2 Making Friends Reward) Uncommon Roll of Choice or Lower (Whenever) (T3 Making Friends Reward) 1.1 Happiness Multiplier (Continuous) (T1 TLC Reward) (+) + Pancham (+) + Bounsweet (+) + Heracross (+) + Wurmple (+) + Cutiefly (+) x1 Mental Herb (+) x1 Honey (+) x1 Pecha Berry (-) -2 Great Ball (-) - 2 Poke’ball (-) -1 Net Ball (-) -1 Potion Silas's Delimas Claim! - + 4,396 - An Illustrious Return! - + 0 (+) + Dewpider Vincent Straum Reap - + 0 (+) - TM167 Leech Life McDoogles’s Trade Network! - + 400 (-) Wurmple Scurarte Mart - - 7,200 (+) - TM076 Struggle Bug (+) x2 Net Ball (+) x5 Potion Paper Dreams and Plastic Hearts + 226 EXP (+95 EXP to Ninjask | +50 EXP to Heracross | + 26 EXP to Escavalier | + 30 EXP to Dewpider | +25 EXP to Cutiefly) + 12,573 (+)62AP (+) 5 EXP per Pokemon (T1 To Be The Best Reward) (+) 10 EXP per Pokemon (T2 To Be The Best Reward) (+) +1 Potion (T1 Nursing Reward) (+) x.05 EXP Multiplier (Continuous) (T1 Dedication Reward) (+) Muscle Band (+) +1 Rare Candy (-) -1 Potion (-) - Shelmet Buying A Place of My Own - – 12,250 (+)Secret Base (Skytouch Forest)

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