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Character: Leslie Witcher-Steele

Full Name: Leslie Howard Witcher-Steele
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual

Class: Order Rogue
Starting City: Dedrius
Patron or Trick Lord: Trictess Rosalyn Blackwell
Notches: Lv. 03 [ 2.85 / 5 ]
Total Level: Lv. 03 [ 2.85 / 5 ]
Condition: Fine
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Overall Appearance:
    Leslie looked a lot like any ordinary guy, with messy dark-brown hair cut with a dagger at chin-length and a very tanned complexion from staying out in the sun so long. His features were plain and his eyes, a deep hazel, shone with laughter most of the time when he was out and about. Sometimes, when he was dwelling on the past, they darkened just a tad - but it was rare that he did so, constantly pushing himself towards the future and what the future may hold.

    He didn't stand much taller than the average male, somewhere around 5'7" or 5'8"; it was always hard to get an accurate read, though, because he shifted his stance so easily to blend in. Sometimes he seemed to stand even taller than that, possibly with the help of small wedges at the heel of his shoe (or some sort of platform to increase his height), yet he never seemed overly clumsy doing so. He typically stood straight upright, the pose of a nobleborn, but could also slouch like a commoner and even fake a hunch passably well if he needed to. He was flexible, possibly double-jointed - he trained himself in this and speed especially, the better able to hide in plain sight out in the woods without getting too many cramps, or to chase after a Stantler for miles after it had been injured.

    He was lean and tightly muscled, unable to keep much fat on his body due to rigorous exercise and somewhat-strict dieting. Not only did his beliefs encourage this, but he also kept as fit and flexible as he could - one never knows when one's prey will turn to flee from a wrongly placed shot, after all. He had more of a runner's build than a fighter's, with the arm-strength of a long-time bowman from his time in the wilds hunting and time practicing shooting targets (both still and moving). For clothing, he used whatever he could find that was both comfortable and unrestricting. His colors of choice were darker greens mixed with lighter greens - doing his best to mimic shadows in the forest, he did his best to layer dark and light clothing to give an impression of a moving shadow. He never wore more than three layers of normal clothing unless it was rather cold, not wanting to be overly restricted in his movement in case he suddenly had to flee from Guardians or chase down his wounded target. He also had the leather of his armor dyed in a pattern of varying greens - there wasn't much he could do about the chain itself, but the leather being dyed at least helped out some. When he wore his armor, underneath he wore no more than was necessary to keep himself padded from the leather - he was always aware that wearing too much could result in overheating, which was something he definitely didn't want to do.

    He always had his quiver at his hip, and a bow near to hand (if unstrung in its pouch) - with practice, it didn't take overly long to pull it out, string the bow and fire a shot if necessary. He also practiced quite a bit with daggers, usually dual-wielding, in order to have protection in close-range-fighting. He didn't use the skill as often as bows, however, and he slipped up fairly often due to lack of practice - but some protection is always better than no protection. His daggers were always kept as sharp as he could manage, knowing he didn't want a dull blade in a knife fight (if it came to that). They were also always close at hand, usually somewhat hidden amongst a series of brightly colored pouches and sashes around his waist (mostly used for either storing small bits and pieces of whatever he found interesting, or just for show).

    Despite being visibly armed and armored, however, he did his best to have the stance of a hunter ready for anything, without the outward ruthless and dangerous aura that most of his type might exude. It drew less attention from the Guardians that way, and drew in more clients. He didn't cultivate the skulking black market seller vibe, more of a friendly, talkative stranger that just happens to sell Pokemon and their parts on the side than anything else. This was a persona, more or less, that he'd developed over years of trial and error - to make him seem like a nice guy that just happens to have Pokemon for sale, for the right price. Something easier for him to hide in the city with, without likely rising Guardian suspicions.

    He had several scars across his body, though most of them were hidden by his armor - things like knife wounds or scars from claws across his arms and legs - but one very specific scar, if ever seen, would stand out clearly. It was on his right shoulderblade, towards the top of his shoulder - almost more of a brand than just a scar - that was in the shape of a well-known symbol of thief, from one of the few times he'd been caught. Some of the scars on his body seemed to come from some sort of whip, as well - though he hadn't been caught often, physical punishment seemed to have been a common form of punishment.
Distinguishing Features:
  • Tiny glass jar with bits of fur and scales from his lost Pokemon, strung on a long cord he keeps around his neck, typically tucked under his clothing and/or armor.
  • Thief brand on his right shoulder, hidden under his clothing about 90% of the time
Overall Personality:
    Preferring to go by the name Steele, or Witcher if necessary, Leslie typically came across as a happy-go-lucky, harmless salesman. He's careful to keep his poaching business on the down-low - when in doubt, he makes no mention of the Pokemon he currently has for sale, instead mentioning parts from Pokemon that could be gathered without harming Pokemon - stuff like fur, scales, or teeth. Plenty of people looked at him oddly when he brought such things up as for sale - but he knew that quite a few witch-doctors or herbalists enjoyed such items for their potions or poultices, and those kind of buyers on their own, region-wide, would bring in plenty of money for a traveling salesman such as himself.

    Of course, for those in the know, it wasn't too hard to tell that he wasn't all that he seemed. At times, his grins were just a little too sharp at the corners, eyes flashing with a hint of pure malice - easily brushed off as a trick of the light, for those too easily spooked. His movements were almost always smooth and calculated, showing an unusual skill for a true merchant, and he always kept an eye on everything around him that he could possibly see, keeping a wary eye out for thieves - and for Guardians or those in positions of power over the local populace. His weapons were always kept close, something every smart traveler did - but sometimes, if someone was unknowingly annoying him, his hands were kept closer to said weapons than socially acceptable. Of course, the fact that he usually kept most weapons concealed made that fact harder to prove - but if you knew what you were looking for, it wasn't hard to tell.

    He harbored a great dislike of Guardians (or those in positions of local law enforcement) and those who blindly believed in them, having had too many close shaves with the law to be comfortable around them. He did realize that Guardians and their ilk weren't necessarily bad, per se - in fact, most of them were just doing their jobs to uphold the peace - but that didn't mean that he had to like them, after all. If they didn't exist, his life would be easier - but he also knew that to many, they were lifesavers and had grown to respect what they represented even as he resented the fact that they made his life harder than it really had to be.

    Leslie generally did his best to keep his Pokemon healthy and happy, despite his job (or perhaps because of it). He respected their strength and knew that he healthier and happier he kept his team, the easier his life would be - both on the hunt and during relaxation. After all, the happier a Pokemon was with him, the less likely they would be to question his orders when he gave them - especially on a hunt when every second counted. So he made sure they were well fed and given the attention they both wanted and deserved, and made sure that, though sometimes sparingly, he praised them and reminded them how important they were to him.

    Sometimes this was tricky during a hunt - especially early on in their partnership - so he was always sure to build trust and some sort of relationship between Pokemon and Human before taking them on that first hunt. Experience had taught him that the more a Pokemon trusted him before a hunt, the more likely they were to not hesitate when ordered to attack - over time, some Pokemon had surprised him with their bloodthirstiness, and others had surprised him with their softheartedness. He'd found that the predators were the more likely to follow his orders to attack to fainting, while sometimes young Pokemon or prey-like Pokemon were more likely to hesitate. It wasn't a hard rule - sometimes the roles were reversed, especially with the young Pokemon - but that's the trend that he'd noticed. Either way, though - they were still, overall, more likely to obey him during a hunt the better a relationship that had been formed beforehand.

    At one point in time, long ago to his mind, Leslie had been a child of very devout Balican parents. He had been raised to believe that killing and stealing were two of the very worst crimes one could commit, and had believed that were he to do such a thing, he was one of the worst people that lived. It was an upset to the Balance, after all, and was very, very hard to correct. Over time though, with his life experiences, his beliefs had shifted to something more resembling an outsider's view of Native American beliefs. Everything had a spirit, from Pokemon to people to even the rocks and the trees, and, most especially, the earth. He was sure to show a proper amount of respect for an area - not overhunting, making sure any fires he set wouldn't set the entire forest ablaze, being careful to not kill more than what he was after (if the hunt needed killing), little things like that - to show that he respected the spirits and the gift that they were giving to him.

    After every hunt (successful or not), assuming he didn't have to flee for his life from Guardians or the protectors of the land, he would return and, depending on what he had done, do his best to recompense the land for what it had given him. Sometimes that involved spending a bit of time sowing seeds into land that was burnt, sometimes that involved healing some hurt Pokemon or repairing damage he had done to buildings. It got him odd looks at times from fellow Poachers, but it settled his soul and kept him (relatively) sane - so he ignored the others and continued on as best he could. After all, that's all anyone could do.
History:
    Leslie Howard Witcher-Steele was born to a wealthy merchant family, the youngest of a decently sized family. Nearly from birth, his parents considered him a rascal and a brat - more likely to run and play outside than settle down inside like a proper child. They still loved him though, dearly so - even when he dragged mud and dirt throughout the house - especially since they sincerely believed he would grow out of the "phase" of loving the outdoors so much. He ran any nanny ragged trying to keep up, and asked questions of literally everyone, getting into mischief (and sometimes, if he got far enough away from the house, into very real danger). Even so, other than a few harsh scoldings and time-outs, the young child enjoyed a measure of freedom due to being the youngest. At least, until he grew old enough to start schooling, basic though it may be.

    His parents, both believing themselves scholarly by nature, tried at different times to educate him of the world around himself. However, neither of them had any idea of how to teach a child - and said child, used to running around and playing outside, had no patience to deal with books and letters and boring stuff. Driven nearly to their wits end, they were majorly relieved when it was mentioned that there were people out there that could be hired to teach children the basics - reading, writing, and some basic knowledge of the world around them. Perhaps, they sated themselves with thinking, with some basic knowledge of the world, the child would calm down and be easier to manage.

    Hiring a trustworthy tutor, who also followed the Balican beliefs, proved to be a tricky thing - some said they were Balican, only to be found out to be frauds, and others were into the gig more for an opportunity to be around unsupervised children than anything else. Thoroughly disgusted, the overwhelmed parents almost gave it up as a lost cause - until they found a small Balican temple somewhat nearby, which let them sit in on a few of the children's tutoring sessions to make sure all was well. Relieved to have found anything at long last, they forced Leslie to go twice a week, promising the child, then five years old, that if he could sit still and learn for those two days per week, that he could go as far as the nearby breeder's home to have fun during his free days as he'd grown a habit of doing. It was important that he learn his letters, but not so important as to make him go through school more intensely (especially since he showed no want to do so).

    This worked for quite some time, unexpectedly so - Leslie managed to sit quiet and still and be attentive during his lessons with the other children at the temple, but demanded that he got to hang out where he wanted during his other days, as he'd been promised. His parents, too relieved that he was quiet and still for even two days out of a week, indulged him - and thus, he would spend three or so days hanging out near the breeders' home helping out, two begrudgingly at the temple learning his letters and numbers, and all the rest of the time wandering and exploring that he wanted. He was deemed too young to learn much of consequence at the breeders' in the area, but was allowed time to play with the less dangerous Pokemon - generally the ones that had been raised by the breeders, or the babies of the more common Pokemon that were deemed safe around children.

    A routine was established, one he followed closely even as he learned of the rights and the wrongs of the world, some small rituals, and the core beliefs that his parents also followed. He couldn't wait until he was older and could find and befriend his familiar, whoever that would someday be, but was gently reminded that that day was in the future every time he brought it up. Five was a good age, they always told him, but it took a lot of responsibility to have a familiar - that his time would come, soon enough. And that before that, he had to decide for himself what path he wanted his life to take - it was up to him if he even wanted a familiar, then on top of that, which of the several paths he wished to take. Just because his parents were on one Path, didn't mean their child would join the same - it would be his choice to make, when he was older.

    Well before his time could come, something changed in the house - another child was on the way. His parents felt blessed to be having another child, having plenty of money to support yet another mouth to feed - but his mother grew sickly, the child inside slowly killing the poor woman. His father, unable to do anything but watch and do his best to help keep his wife alive, slowly grew more and more bitter - he would do anything, anything at all, to keep his wife, yet the child continued to drain more and more of her strength away. In the end, Leslie's mother passed - but the child managed to live, somehow, having stolen all the energy from his mother to give itself life (or so his father liked to claim). His father considered the baby an abomination, believed that the child had purposely killed his wife in order to survive, but before he could get any ideas in his head (like killing the child), Leslie managed to talk reason into him. Even knowing of Balance, and that the Gods had chosen this life to survive in return for the life of his wife, Leslie's father still believed the child a curse on their family - at this point, Leslie was the only one left at home, the only one able to keep an eye on their father and the new life.

    The child was a gift, as cruel as it seemed - and if his father refused to believe that, then...well, he couldn't take care of it, there was no way as he was definitely too young for that at eight. But he could, and did, mention every single day that if his father wanted rid of the child so badly - well, there were always ways that didn't involve killing. After all, why damn himself when there were plenty of people out there that couldn't have a child - yet wished to have one? He could...instead of killing, instead of polluting his soul, he could give the child away to a home that could appreciate the small life for what it was. After all, killing his daughter would break the Balance - as well as a core belief, as, as much as his father might wish otherwise, it would be murder, needless killing.

    Leslie did manage to save his sister that day, but he never did see her again - he couldn't help but wonder what she would be like, even as his father continued to grieve his mother and slowly lost his grip on reality. Leslie did his best to keep his father from slipping into delusions and madness, but as a child he was helpless - slowly, ever so slowly, his father deteriorated until he was a monster. His once-loving father, dutiful and loving to his family, had started heavily drinking - and taking out his anger and grief on his son. Whenever another member of the family was over, it was like a switch was flipped - for their sake, Leslie's father never revealed quite how much of a monster he'd become.

    One day, maybe a year after losing his mother, Leslie had had enough of trying to deal with his father on his own. He went to that little temple, where he still continued to learn, and begged for help - but nobody listened. Or rather, they listened, and spoke gentle, calming words encouraging patience and faith and that this was Balance in work - but nobody would, or possibly could, help. Every person that turned him away sparked a tiny amount of hatred in his heart, darkened his outlook on life, made him realize that as pretty as Balican beliefs were on the outside - sometimes, people only followed at a surface level. He was surprised, and rather hurt, to find that even at his temple, so many would refuse to listen or try to help. Slowly, he weaned himself down to just one visit a week, spending the newly available time at the breeder's place instead, where he begged to learn anything they could manage to teach him.

    Though that didn't help him with his problems with his father, it did manage to give him something new to learn and devote his free time to - and any time that he could take away from his...home, he would take willingly. The less time he spent at his so-called home, the less time he had to hear his father's abuse - and the less time his father had to beat him, assuming the now-drunkard could even catch Leslie. He didn't really have anywhere to hide out other than with the breeder family, as his next elder sibling had moved out when he turned two - he just didn't have any real bonds with his siblings, with the age difference between them. The breeders didn't question why he spent so much time there, but slowly got used to him staying over more often than not, and slinking around with new, fresh bruises. There wasn't much they could do other than offer them a safe haven, and with him willing to learn - and capable of helping - they didn't complain too much over the new mouth to feed. After all, another hand to help was always appreciated in such a line of work.

    Slowly but surely, it was more like he was living at their home instead of visiting - something they very carefully encouraged, not wanting to make the child seem like they were offering charity, but more encouraging a more healthy home-life than he'd had in a while. So at about the age of thirteen - a time when he should have been preparing to befriend a familiar of his chosen Path, if he so wished - he was leaving his father's house for the last time, with the few small items he felt justified in claiming as his own. The breeders had finally gotten around to actually asking if he wanted to move in - and the tears that had come at the sincere offer had startled everyone, until he explained that he was happy, and not to worry - it had just been a while since anyone had been so very nice to the child. The offer had taken him by surprise.

    Instead of just a guest or roommate in the house, he slowly became part of the family - the youngest in the household, but quickly proving himself capable of calming all but the most obnoxious of Pokemon that the family was trying to raise, train, and/or breed. He spent the next three years in that house, spending more or less all day, every day, learning the ins and outs of breeding - what Pokemon were most compatible, how to get two Pokemon used to each other and content enough with each other to lay an egg together - and most importantly, how to hatch the eggs properly and take care of the resulting babies. Living there, he was woken up at odd hours to go do this or that chore - and he grew to love it, but eventually every child had to go make their mark on the world.

    At the age of sixteen, he finally felt comfortable enough in his skin and with his place in the world - and far healthier than he'd felt those few years back - to ask if he could go on a journey. A small celebration was held shortly after that; the family believed that a journey was a thing to celebrate, never mourn, and he was given several gifts to help him along the journey ahead. He was given a newly-purchased longbow, a set of simple armor - and, most importantly, a Pokemon egg. The only thing that his adoptive-family required of him after that, was to train with the weapon - and that he had to hatch the egg before he left. He'd helped hatch eggs in the past, yes, but this one was his - and his family refused to help him hatch it. It was something he must do on his own, to prove to both him and his family that at least some of the learning since he'd started living there had stuck in his head. It was also explained to him that though his family could teach him the basics, none were very skilled with the bow - and they would appreciate it greatly if he could find himself a tutor outside the family that could teach him how to properly use the weapon.

    Keeping his chosen-family's advice in mind, he kept that egg close, warm, and comfortably at hand. There was no telling what was inside, as his family refused to give him any hints - he knew it would be special though, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to so much trouble. So he kept the egg close as he'd been taught, taking the best care of it he could as he started the hunt for an archery teacher. For a while, his hunt for a teacher didn't go well - the local Guardian barracks refused to teach a scrawny kid that didn't want to join the Guardians, and didn't have money or any real skills to offer in trade, and nobody seemed willing or able to teach him such an exacting, physical skill. After all, he was the youngest son of a merchant - as far as they were concerned, since he showed no interest in becoming a Guardian, there was no reason to keep the whelp around. But he refused to give up - it was a task set to him, to learn more than the basics in using the weapon. After all, his adoptive family didn't want him to go out unprotected into the wilds - that was just stupid, even with a Pokemon to help guard yourself.

    Eventually, after a few persistent weeks of trying, he got a lead on a hunter in the wilds that might be willing to teach him. Not for free, not that he'd expected it for free - but for trade of labor instead of gold. It peaked his interest, as he had little gold but plenty of time and willingness to do manual labor in exchange for such an important skill - only, when he followed the directions he'd been given, there was nothing there. Confused and frustrated, as the guy that had given him the directions had seemed perfectly reliable, he refused to take the surface-level failure and searched the area thoroughly for signs of habitation. He didn't find much - but what he did find, made it seem that whoever had been there had moved at some point, and it appeared to have been recent. Hopes not fully dashed thanks to this discovery, he made it his personal mission to hunt down this hunter-person, whoever they were, and learn from them.

    It took a few more weeks before anything came of that - and what happened from then, was a good eight years or so of intense training interspersed with chores and upkeep-work and few real breaks. The hunter he found turned out to not just be a legal hunter - but also a very illegal poacher. It took quite a bit of time before Leslie settled the idea of poaching as a job into his brain in a way that didn't make him run the other way, but over time he realized that this could be his own, personal form of Balance. He created life with his breeding, and poaching took it away - though no sane Balican would agree with him, it helped him settle his brain into what he was learning.

    Of course, many talks on the subject of morality and legality and all kinds of stuff like that happened - things that reorganized his world view from the straight-and-narrow band it had been on to something far more flexible and useful in his line of work. He learned how to take care of his bow first, followed by how to shoot at stationary targets, then eventually moving on to moving targets - then to hunting with the bow. A certain amount of time each week was also devoted to hand-to-hand and dagger-fighting - as the hunter explained it, it was stupid to only train in ranged weaponry. A pure bowman had nothing to fall back on if the opponent got in close, after all!

    During this time, his egg had definitely hatched - that had only been about a week after starting to learn from the hunter. Inside had been a Charmander, which eventually evolved into a Charmeleon - and that same day it evolved, he befriended two young Eevee, which eventually evolved into an Espeon and an Umbreon. By the end of his training, he'd been gifted a Finneon with a Lugia's Pearl as a reward for one of his hunts, to balance out the team a little bit better. The four Pokemon and him had trained hard together, learning little ways to communicate without words that made them, when together, a force to be reckoned with. Finally, at the age of twenty-four, his mentor in the ways of poaching, fighting, hunting, and pretty much everything else sent him off on his own - Leslie had a feeling that the man, likely now in his forties or so, was sending him off so that Leslie wouldn't have to watch him die. The man had grown to be almost a father to him, if a little more strict than the typical father - which is only to be expected after so many formative years in the man's company - but even so, they parted with a light heart and hopes of seeing each other again, one day in the future.

    Leslie, now hardened against the nastier parts of his new calling, spent a bit of time deciding where to head out to. He touched up on his breeding knowledge while he stayed with his adoptive family, who knew nothing of what he'd learned - he was afraid of what they'd think, if he revealed himself to be a poacher. Instead, he explained that he'd learned a few shady skills in his time with the Hunter - mostly to explain his absences from time to time - and they were, perhaps surprisingly, fine with it. They'd been known to do a few shady things from time to time, after all, especially back when they were still settling into the breeding business. After a few months staying there, though, Leslie began to get restless again - and, his promise from before fully fulfilled, he set off on a personal journey with a bit of a heavy heart.

    He spent most of the next four years moving from place to place, poaching here and there on land that wasn't his - and later returning to offer the land something in return. Sometimes this was as simple as watering the land or spreading wild seed over a patch that he'd "accidentally" set fire to, while other times it was more spiritual recompense - going to the area in silence and asking a mixture of forgiveness for the damage and showing his respect to the land he'd done such harm to. To him, just because his poaching ways often ended up with burnt land or at least damaged property, didn't mean he couldn't later spend some time repairing the damage and helping the place along with regrowth - he didn't know much about actual planting or anything, but to him, it was the thought that counted. After all, he treated his poaching as more of a culling of an area, and made sure to never overhunt any one place (or do something stupid to actively poison the land). It could cause irreparable damage - but more importantly to him, the more places he overhunted like that, the less places there would be in the future for him to hunt. So if he spent some time attempting to repair the land or fixing something he broke, it gave him a measure of peace of mind that the area would eventually be ready to hunt again, in the future.

    Eventually, though, his reputation proceeded him - in a place not far from Dedrius, Leslie had set up a quiet little camp with his cages, currently empty. It was well off the beaten path, hidden in some shrubs away from easy sight of anyone passing through - for safety, of course. After all, it wouldn't do for anyone to stumble upon what was clearly a poacher's den, especially when that poacher was himself. He took a good amount of time to do his best to hide the evidence of habitation before doing anything more - the intent was to have a safe haven to escape to if needed, after all, and it wouldn't do for it to be easily found. He went out to search of some Pokemon that would be valuable enough to catch and sell, and came across a group of what, at first, seemed to be Guardians on the land he intended to poach. It wasn't the first time that something of this sort had happened, but this time, before he could turn tail and flee - next thing he knew, there was a solid thunk against the back of his head, and he was headed off to la-la land. Someone had snuck up on him and knocked him out!

    Next thing he knew, he was in a cell dressed in basic prisoner clothes - he had nothing of his own on him. No pokeballs, no weapons, not even his own shoes - in fact, no shoes at all. The cell was bare and chilly, with a thin, ratty blanket; the only thing he could tell for sure was that he'd been caught by someone or other. He stayed in that cell for, he guessed, about a week before he was taken away - with twice-a-day meals delivered, basics only but it was enough to keep him from starving at least. He was pulled in front of the local Lord, who told him that he'd been caught poaching on his land - something he'd had happen a time or two before, when he wasn't quite fast enough to escape. This time, however, he'd been caught poaching on the wrong person's land - they demanded that, as punishment, his Pokemon were to be put down or rehabilitated if it at all seemed possible. He tried to argue with the local lord, but they seemed to feel that it was a suitable punishment - especially as Leslie refused to give up where his camp was at, and the local hired law enforcement couldn't find it for one reason or another. Quietly, he was glad that he'd taken such care in hiding where he was planning to stay; he still grieved over the fact that they wouldn't listen - to this group at least, Pokemon were never to be as important as people.

    They took him out, bound tightly, to watch as his Pokemon were systematically released - then slaughtered - before him despite his protests and him loudly questioning if they really were forces of good, of law. Their silence disturbed some inner part of him, and made him wonder what good they thought this was doing - but he was powerless to stop them, in the half-starved, beaten condition he was in at that moment. In all honesty, though he didn't fully realize it at the time - they were failed Guardians, kids who had tried to become honest Guardians but never made it far in the ranks, usually due to some sort of cruelty against people or Pokemon. They just happened to find a Noble that didn't much care one way or the other what their past was, and paid plenty well enough for them to obey without too many questions.

    Once all four of his Pokemon had been dealt with in a permanent fashion, they freed him and warned him that the next time, they wouldn't be as lenient - he was bruised and bloody, and his Pokemon team was wiped out, and they kept all of his stuff except the clothes on his back - but at least he was alive. He broke a little bit, that day, having to watch his tight-knit team slaughtered one by one in front of him - and he silently vowed to do anything at all that he could to get back at the Guardians or whoever upheld the local law, as selfish or impossible as that may end up being. Some small part of him knew that clearly these people weren't Guardians, but he didn't care - at that particular point in time, and far into the future, Guardians were equated with these ruffians, whether that fact was deserved or not. After all, what good had Guardians done to him - then again, he wasn't exactly a law-abiding citizen, but he also wasn't entirely in his right mind at the time.

    Despite his grief, he still managed to gather what remained of his Pokemon, dig a decent grave nearby, and pull small tufts of hair (and a few scales) off of the dead Pokemon to keep as mementos of his first team. When they were finally decently buried, he wandered off into the forest - barely aware though he was, he managed to keep himself off any land he knew in the area that was owned by anyone. After all, he didn't want to get caught again in his grief - as broken up as he was, he didn't want to die without taking out some of the soon-to-come anger out on the people who had caused all of this. They...they didn't deserve to live when his Pokemon were taken out like animals and slaughtered before him. A tiny part of him felt that it was a darkly justifiable punishment in the name of Balance - to cost him his Pokemon when he cost the local lord the Pokemon on their land - but that part was ruthlessly squashed into smithereens.

    A few days passed in this manner, with him vaguely wandering and gathering roots and the like for food, and stopping at creeks for water, before his mind came back to him. His outlook was definitely darker than before, and he felt justified for doing his job - especially if this is the kind of punishment the local lords felt was right. He would get his revenge...but first, let it simmer. He went back to his camp, keeping an eye out for any Guardians or rogue-types or whatever in the area - he only had to hide three or four times from patrols of whoever these people were, even though he wasn't on anyone's land (that he knew of). Eventually he made it back to his camp in the shrubbery - besides a bit of wild animal damage, it appeared that nobody had found his hiding place, likely due to the inattentive local thug-like law-keepers. He was especially glad when he found the two eggs stashed in dirt-covered bags at opposite ends of the camp, as well as the single pokeball he'd kept from a deal recently. One of the eggs was the only living things left he had of his two Eevees, the other had been a gift from his family when he'd last seen them - and while the pokeball didn't hold anything of particularly sentimental value, it was still more useful as his now-only Pokemon that wasn't still contained in an egg.

    He spent a few months wandering the forests around there, dodging patrols - he didn't go scouting out potential poaching spots or anything of the like, just wandered and training his Frillish against whatever Pokemon he found that he intended to eat. As long as it wasn't on another person's land, what he did wasn't against the law - something he was careful not to break for the time being, not when he was weakened and didn't have his usual team with him. His potential bond with the Frillish suffered due to the detachment he was still feeling towards the world - as well as with the Eevee and the Buneary, the Pokemon that hatched from the eggs he'd recovered from his camp. He couldn't find it in him to care, his thirst for revenge was too high of a priority in his mind - he was going to start with the man he roughly remembered killing his Charmeleon, and decide from there what to do. Of course, the fact that the real Guardians weren't involved with this never entered his mind - not at this point, at least, not with the bitterness and anger and hatred having been carefully nurtured into a general distrust and sincere dislike of everything the Guardians stood for (which included anyone who was believed to be in a position of power in the local area, who had the right to decide what was right and wrong and what sort of punishments were just for those who broke the local law).

    A few months were spent in preparation - until, finally, he felt he was ready. It would be his birthday gift to himself - he was turning 28 that day, after all...
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The Player:
Name: jadedragonette
Age: 26
Time Zone: PDT
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Anything Else:
Third character, booya! As a general note, because I thought it would be funny: Leslie, first and foremost, hates his first name. Despises it, even. If he had a choice, he would forget his first two names and go by either Witcher or Steele, or even Witcher-Steele. Tricktess Blackwell likely picks up on this early on, and will refuse to call him by anything else until she is impressed by him (either when he reaches high enough level, or when she is genuinely impressed by him; up to the mods who take care of him).

As a note: He's still a poacher and has a breeding background, but both will be hit on deeply in Development later as I couldn't get it to fit into a history in a coherent manner that was acceptable. As such, aptitude-wise I skipped on both, since I'm sure that they could both get better ratings with better explanation.

Also: can I have the Eevee, the Buneary, and the Frillish transferred from Edith's storage to him? -1 happiness to Eevee and Vepar, and -2 happiness to Buneary? Buneary/Eevee due to multiple transfers in a row, Vepar due to sudden unexpected transfer. I realize this'll make Eevee start with 2 happiness bars, that's fine and will play into the way I run Leslie. And no, I'm not retiring ANYONE any time soon. Yes, this is after the latest changes of active-to-active transfers - but that says within 5 levels, and Edith is still below level 5.
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Items Bag:

Money: 510g
Weapon(s): Longbow, (1) Dual Daggers
Armour: Leather-backed mail shirt and pants, one thick leather archer's glove, one leather archer's bracer
Items:
  • (1) Pokecard
    • Pokedex Upgrade: Stored pokemon stats check
    • Pokedex Upgrade: Breeding (checks how likely two given pokemon are to mate, and a prediction of how many eggs may be produced)
  • (8) Pokeballs
  • (3) Potions
  • (2) Full Heals
  • (25) arrows
  • (1) Lockpicking set
  • (1) Normalium Z Crystal [Held by Barattiel]
  • (1) Steel-Type Attracting Incense
  • (1) Silver Powder [Held by Azrael]
  • (1) Fairy-type attracting incense
  • (1) Fairy-type Shortbow: looks like any other shortbow except it is light pink in color, as if it was made of dyed wood. Any arrow shot with it can hurt a dragon as if it were hit with a Fairy-type attack of the appropriate size. Requires regular maintenance, especially when attacked with Poison- or Steel-type moves. Can induce Mega Evolution in appropriate pokemon.
  • (1) Odd Incense
  • (1) Escape Rope
  • (1) Icy Rock Shard (evolves Eevee into Glaceon)
  • (1) 30% discount coupon for the Pokemon Shop
  • (2) Luxury Balls
  • (1) Friend Ball
  • (2) coupons for an Eevee egg from Tybalt Cromwell (of Arty's choice)
http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/berrybag.png Berries:
  • (1) Cheri berry
  • (1) Yache berry
  • (1) Oran berry
  • (1) Qualot berry
  • (1) Wacan berry
  • (1) Rawst berry
  • (1) Kasib Berry
  • (1) Hondew Berry
  • (1) Enigma Berry
http://files.jcink.net/uploads/harperregion/sprites/tmcase.png TM & HMs:
  • TM58 Sky Drop
  • (2) TM Dig
Mission: (if applicable)

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Azrael

Lv. 11 Exp: 0/6
Friendliness: {||||||||||}
Original Handler: Leslie Witcher-Steele ( jadedragonette )
Held Item: Silver Powder
Health & Condition: Fine
Abilities:
Sniper: Power of critical-hit moves is increased to 225% rather than 150%.
Keen Eye: Opponent cannot lower this Pokémon’s accuracy. The Pokémon ignores evasion boosts of the opponent
Moves: [ primary / secondary ]
Bite, Poison Sting, Leer, Knock Off, Pin Missile, Iron Tail [Egg], Poison Tail [Egg], X-Scissor, Infestation, Protect [TM], Dig [TM]
Notes:
Starter Pokemon
Willing to work with Leslie.
Is missing left arm as a result of Rose Bowl 2017.
Trusts Leslie.

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Egg

Lv. 01 Exp: 0/4
Friendliness: {||||||||||}
Original Handler: --- ( --- )
Held Item: ---
Health & Condition: ---
Abilities: ---
Moves: [ primary / secondary ]
---
Notes:
Hatched from an Egg

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Anael

Lv. 13 Exp: 0/6
Friendliness: {||||||||||}
Original Handler: Jordan Riley ( Butters )
Held Item: ---
Health & Condition: Fine
Abilities:
Adaptability: Increases the Same Type Attack Bonus from *1.5 to *2.
Anticipation: Warns when the foe knows 1-hit KO or super-effective moves.
Moves: [ primary / secondary ]
Helping Hand, Tackle, Growl, Tail Whip, Sand Attack, Baby-Doll Eyes, Quick Attack, Natural Gift [egg], Endure [egg], Covet [Egg], Hidden Power (Bug, medium weak), Protect, Frustration, Return, Double Team, Facade, Attract, Round, Echoed Voice, Retaliate, Swagger, Sleep Talk, Substitute, Secret Power, Confide, Iron Tail [TM], Dig [TM]
Notes:
Starter Pokemon
Traded from Jordan Riley to Vaughn Legault at Lv. 7, to Edith at Lv. 7, to Leslie at Lv. 7.
Willing to give Leslie a second chance.
On the way to trusting Leslie.

Trusts Leslie more.

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Barattiel

Lv. 11 Exp: 0/6
Friendliness: {||||||||||}
Original Handler: Edith ( jadedragonette )
Held Item: Normalium Z
Health & Condition: Fine
Abilities:
Limber: This Pokemon cannot be paralyzed.
Klutz: The Pokémon cannot receive any effect of hold items except those that affect experience such as Exp.Share or Macho Brace.
Moves: [ primary / secondary ]
Defense Curl, Splash, Pound, Foresight, Endure, Sky Uppercut [Egg], Cosmic Power [Egg], After You [tutored], Magic Coat [tutored], Drain Punch [tutor], Hidden Power (Ground, Medium), Protect, Frustration, Return, Double Team, Facade, Attract, Round, Retaliate, Swagger, Sleep Talk, Substitute, Secret Power, Confide, Cut, Thunderbolt [TM], Rest [TM], Toxic [TM], Dig [TM]
Notes:
2016 Grand Festival Popper. Traded from Edith to Leslie at Lv. 5.
+2 Sp. Atk, +1 Atk, +1 Def
Indifferent towards Leslie.

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Comfey

Lv. 03 Exp: 0/4
Friendliness: {||||||||||}
Original Handler: Leslie Witcher-Steele ( Jadedragonette )
Held Item: ---
Health & Condition: Fine
Abilities:
Flower Veil: Ally Grass-type Pokémon are protected from status conditions and the lowering of their stats.
Triage: Healing moves have +3 Priority when used by this Pokémon.
Moves: [ primary / secondary ]
Helping Hand, Vine Whip, Flower Shield, Amnesia [Egg], After You [Egg], Lucky Chant [Egg], Dazzling Gleam
Notes:
Grand Festival 2017 Popper Pokemon

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Nuriel

Lv. 14 Exp: 0/6
Friendliness: {||||||||||}
Original Handler: Jezenya Dihadi ( Slondermins )
Held Item: ---
Health & Condition: Fine.
Abilities:
Run Away: Except for trainer battles, can always run from battle. Cannot run during Mean Look or Block or when the opponent is trapping with the Arena Trap, Magnet Pull, or Shadow Tag ability.
Adaptability: Increases the Same Type Attack Bonus from *1.5 to *2.
Moves: [ primary / secondary ]
Helping Hand, Growl, Tackle, Tail Whip, Sand Attack, Baby-Doll Eyes, Swift, Yawn [egg], Wish [egg], Heal Bell [tutor], Helping Hand [tutor], Hidden Power (Flying, Medium), Protect, Frustration, Return, Double Team, Facade, Attract, Round, Echoed Voice, Retaliate, Swagger, Sleep Talk, Substitute, Secret Power, Confide, Work Up, Dig [TM]
Notes:
Captured at Lv. 8.
Traded from Jezenya Dihadi at Lv. 14.
Warming up to Anael

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Stored pokémon

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Nathanael

Lv. 15 Exp: 2.3/6
Friendliness: {||||||||||}
Original Handler: Johann Schnee ( Chase )
Held Item: ---
Health & Condition: Fine
Abilities:
Water Absorb: When a Pokémon with Water Absorb is hit by a Water-type move, its HP is restored by one quarter of its maximum HP, and the move will have no effect on that Pokémon.
Damp: Prevents self-destruction and the use of moves such as Self-Destruct and Explosion.
Moves: [ primary / secondary ]
Bubble, Water Sport, Absorb, Night Shade, Bubble Beam, Acid Armor [egg], Pain Split [egg], Snore [tutored], Shadow Ball, Rain Dance, Scald, Surf
Notes:
2015 Grand Festival Popper.
Traded from Johann Schnee to Apollo Schilde at Lv. 3, to Edith at Lv. 7, to Leslie at Lv. 11.
Willing to work with Leslie.

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Deino

Lv. 10 Exp: 0/4
Friendliness: {||||||||||}
Original Handler: Leslie Howard Witcher-Steele ( jadedragonette )
Held Item: ---
Health & Condition: Fine.
Abilities:
Hustle: Damage from physical attacks is increased by 50%, but average accuracy is only 80%.
Moves: [ primary / secondary ]
Tackle, Dragon Rage, Focus Energy, Bite, Fire Fang [Egg], Ice Fang [Egg], Taunt, Torment, Dark Pulse,
Notes:
Met at Lv. 10.
Locked to storage until certain requirements are met.

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