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Personal Identification Information- Name: Eileen Toril Nickname: Tori, Lee Age: 19 Gender: Female Race/Species: Scottish-American/Human Occupation: Student Physical Traits Information- Height: 6’3” Weight: 123 Body build: Thin Skin tone: Technically white, but freckled to the point of being tanned Hair Colour: Brown with red lowlights Eye Colour: Dark brown Hairstyle: (before Guardian) Long but unkempt (post Guardian) Shoulder length, still messy Tattoos: None Piercings: Ear lobes, right cartilage Overall Appearance: Tall, skinny, and enough freckles to hide her actual skin color. Large eyes, and hair full of cowlicks. Scr

"Wow…" Skyscrapers towered overhead, sparkling in the late morning sun. The streets were already bustling, crowded with people rushing to work, street vendors setting up shop, and a few tourists that looked every bit as excited as Alicia did, staring around with their mouths open like goldfish. "I've never seen such a huge city!" Alicia cheered, shielding her eyes. "I guess that's the downside to living on an island. Okay, back to business! Let's see here." She began counting off her fingers, walking down the street as she did. "Caught a second Pokémon? Check. Reached Saffron City? Check. Gotten rid of an extremely annoying stalke

The sky was a pale blue color, getting lighter all the time. It was perfectly serene, with nothing but the sounds of the tide and the calls of a few early morning Pokémon. Alicia, standing in the empty square in front of the Pokémon Center, inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. "This is my favorite time of day. It's so peaceful." She sighed. She stretched luxuriously and yawned, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet. "Let's see, what's today's to-do list?" She mumbled, walking towards the city limits. "I definitely need to catch another Pokémon, since Ren can't do everything on his own." At this,

"How dare that arrogant loser call us weak?! We'll see who the weak one is after I get this badge!" Alicia thrust her fist into the air towards the large orange building in front of her, her voice still echoing around the port. Several people either stared at her in interest or walked away quickly, afraid to make eye contact. "But now that I think about it, I don't know anything about challenging a Gym." She shifted her weight and scratched her head sheepishly. "I came here to travel, not to fight." She suddenly yelled out loud, stomping her foot. The few people still watching her recoiled in surprise and bustled away, muttering about odd

Alicia very nearly jumped out of her skin in shock; she had forgotten her company. She turned around just in time to see a boy walk out from behind the tree she had been pulled behind, returning the Wartortle to its Pokeball. His dark green hoodie blended in with the backround, and his dirty blonde hair looked like it hadn't been combed for a few days. "Um...thanks for rescuing us," Alica said quietly. "But who are you? And what do you mean by 'pathetic'?" The boy rolled his dark brown eyes, making no effort to hide the fact. "By 'pathetic', I mean causing or evoking pity, sympathetic sadness, sorrow, etc. In example, that Vibrava of yours

Alicia only just managed to get to the ferry in time, though only by bowling over the crowd on the dock. She had just shoved a boy with a hood on his head out of the way and ran onto the boat when the intercom crackled and announced that the ferry was ready to leave. Alicia dropped to the floor, her breathing labored. "That...was...too...close," she gasped between breaths. "I'm too dang lucky for my own good..." The boat began to move out of port, steadily gaining speed. Alicia regained the strength in her legs, standing and leaning on the railing. The ocean spread out in every direction, dotted with islands that sped past in green-yellow b

It was morning on the Sevii Islands, the sun just barely peeking over the edge of the horizon. Bird Pokemon had just started to wake, their songs filling the air. The sound of gently lapping waves made for a peaceful aptmosphere. A teenage girl was doing her best to ignore the rest of the world by sleeping in. An average morning on Three Island. The girl squinted slightly in her sleep as sunlight peeked through her window blinds. She sleepily raised her hand to her forehead, shielding her half-open eyes from view. She grunted once, turned over, and pulled her covers over her head. On cue, the door to her bedroom swung open and a woman cant

The world around me has been torn asunder. What once was above me is now underneath me. The people who were around me, primed for a fight, are now laying on the ground around me, and I can't tell who's still breathing. I hear nothing but the sound of my labored breathing, feel nothing but the cold ground on my cheek and the warm liquid leaking from my temple. I scan the area in my limited line of vision, searching through the dust and rubble. My eyes fall on a gargantuan shape, hidden in the debris. I can only make out its large golden arch, its glowing red eyes. It's here. It's already here. For one brief moment, I feel like giving up. Th