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Description
Team Name: Yggdrasil
Rank: Zoroark
Guild: Rogue
Adventure Bag: Oran Berry x2, Blast Seed x2
Dokoi: 750
Guild Storage: None

Member 1
Name: Takatora Kureshima
Species: Pikachu
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Abilities: Lightning Rod
Nature: Serious
Characteristic: A Little Quick Tempered
IQ: 3

Moves:

1) Electro Ball

2) Agility

3) Brick Break

4) Thunder

Accessories:

1) Long emerald green scarf (wrapped around neck)

2)

3)

Artifacts:

1)

2)

3)

Religion: Great Orthodox

Summary of character’s history: For as long as he could remember, Takatora had been living out his life as a wandering vagrant with his Luxray father. He never knew his mother, but he seldom asked his father about her especially after he caught the flicker of pain in his eyes when he first put forth the question regarding her identity. Constantly moving from place to place, Takatora became well-versed in the various cultures that dotted Kinez and developed an extensive world view which allowed him to think things through in a rational manner. His father taught him all that he knew about fighting, and the training resulted in Takatora developing a style of combat which was both aggressive—due to his father’s influence—and strategy-focused, the latter to compensate for his smaller build. Having power at his disposal, the Pikachu was unsure on how to utilize it. He noted that his father had a slight penchant for helping others, but Takatora did not wish to blindly follow the example set by his guardian. He verbalized his musings to the Luxray who simply gave Takatora a thoughtful look and suggested that he journey to Tambolo City to acquire the answers he craved. Prior to them going their separate ways, Takatora’s father gave him a note directing him to a specific location in Tambolo City and some money to support him. Thanking his father for looking after him, Takatora headed for the largest city in Kinez.

Other: He has a diagonal scar in between his eyes.

Member 2
Name: Sid Sigurd
Species: Eevee (Shiny)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Abilities: Adaptability
Nature: Impish
Characteristic: Thoroughly Cunning
IQ: 3

Moves:

1) Toxic

2) Trump Card

3) Swagger

4) Dig

Accessories:

1) Black kerchief with a silver stripe (tied around neck)

2)

3)

Artifacts:

1)

2)

3)

Religion: Unaffiliated

Summary of character’s history: He was born in Lenora City to a well-off couple. Since birth, he has displayed an insightful personality and a maturity well beyond his years. He did not get along well with the other kids because of this, leading him to being ostracized and labelled ‘weird’ by them. It was not a cause of great concern to him though since he considered them to not be worth his attention anyway. Years passed, and Sid became more and more frustrated by his surroundings, so much that he chose to run away from home after leaving behind a note for his parents which stated to not look for him. His manipulative personality allowed him to sustain a life on the road. He freely twisted words and meanings in addition to leaving out details to suit his own needs. He did not care if his actions resulted in others getting hurt; he only cared about himself. The Eevee eventually crossed paths with a Luxray who managed to see through his deception and garner Sid’s interest. The Luxray put forth a suggestion to Sid that he go to Tambolo City to seek some worthwhile excitement, a proposal to which Sid agreed after some consideration. Acquiring a note and a satchel from the Luxray, Sid headed for Tambolo City.

Other: N/A

The deities seemed to be feeling rather merciful since Tambolo City was not being pelted with strong winds or destructive strikes of thunder that morning; rather, rays of sunshine illuminated the urban area and enlivened the residents' spirits even more. Scores of them flooded the streets as each sought to make their respective days as meaningful as possible as a way of thanking whichever deity they worship for granting them another day in the world of the living. With the influx of Pokémon from across the sea, one could discern a festive and jovial air about the city.

A Pikachu dispassionately observed the Pokémon from different walks of life go about their daily lives with mild interest through a window of a little pastry shop. His brown eyes flickered over to the half-eaten Rawst shortcake in front of him as he absentmindedly scratched the top of the fluffy cake with the fork provided with it. Setting the silver utensil down, he picked up his cup of coffee and softly blew across its steamy contents before he took a couple of sips. Relishing the flow of the caffeine-enriched substance down his throat as he felt his heartbeat quicken slightly, he placed the cup back down onto its saucer and slipped two fingers into the long emerald scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Pulling out a small piece of slightly brownish paper, he unfolded it to reveal a short message written in distinct penmanship. He read:

I want you to meet someone. I’ve designated a pastry shop in Tambolo City as the meeting place. Feel free to ask the locals for directions since the pastry shop is the only one of its kind and quite easy to miss. Good luck.

“Is this spot taken?” a somewhat cocky voice inquired.

The voice pierced through the silence pervading the establishment like a lance and prompted the Pikachu to raise his field of vision, just in time to see a black bandana-donning Shiny Eevee settle down on the seat across him. The former surveyed the interior of the shop from the corner of his eye: all of the other tables were unoccupied, and that could only mean one thing.

“You must be the one to which my father was referring,” the Pikachu remarked.

A smirk fleeted across the Shiny Eevee’s visage. “You’re quick on the uptake,” he noted in a satisfactory tone. “Name’s Sid Sigurd.” Sid inclined his head slightly and slipped the satchel he was carrying off his shoulder. “Nice to meet your acquaintance, Takatora Kureshima.”

Takatora reciprocated Sid’s greeting with a nod of his head. He then propped an elbow on the table and queried, “So what is it you wish to discuss with me, Sid?”

Sid blinked at the Pikachu seated across from him and responded quizzically, “I am under the impression that you’re in on your father’s plan for us to form a team and join a guild.”

“That’s up to you,” Takatora respired softly, absentmindedly poking his cake with the fork. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to follow my father’s suggestion. If you want to form a team with me, then I want you to truly want to do it.”

The Pikachu’s words evoked a drawn-out humming sound from the Shiny Eevee. “I too share that opinion, I gotta admit,” Sid informed. “I don’t exactly play well with others and am not that big on the whole team-and-guild thing.”

“So why are you here then?” the scarred Pikachu prodded, stabbing his fork into the cake.

“Two reasons,” Sid drawled, reaching out and pulling the fork out of the cake and by extension, a sizable chunk of the confectionery treat. Popping the chunk into his mouth, he swallowed it before he resumed, “On a whim...and because of my interest in you.”

Narrowing his eyes, Takatora put forth a simple request. “Explain.”

Sid obliged without a second thought. “The first reason is pretty self-explanatory,” he began. “I’m not the kind of individual who plans things in advance—I just do things for the sake of doing them. And as for the second reason...” A chuckle suddenly rumbled in his throat as he turned his head to stare out the window. “Before I get to that, would you mind telling what you see when you look at other Pokémon?”

“Exactly what I see—other Pokémon” was Takatora’s prompt response. He followed Sid’s cue and eyed the Pokémon outside the shop. “I suppose you can say that’s the primary reason I’m even entertaining my father’s suggestion in the first place. Growing up and living my life as a wandering vagrant, I’ve been exposed to the many cultures that exist on this continent and developed an extensive world view as a result. At the same time though, I’ve become…empty…on the inside.”

“Empty?” Sid echoed.

Takatora nodded and elaborated, “Pokémon from different cultural and social backgrounds react to similar situations differently. Henceforth, the extensive exposure I experienced made it difficult for me to form my own set of opinions about things…and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. In addition to that, I found out during one of my musings that I don’t have any form of desire, be it selfish or selfless.”

Sid frowned and opined, “I find that hard to believe. Desires are what define us as Pokémon.”

“Whether you choose to believe it or not is entirely up to you,” Takatora told the Shiny Eevee neutrally. He directed his gaze back towards Sid. “I’m also at a crossroads over what to do with the power I have at my disposal.” The Pikachu snapped his fingers and produced a small spark of electricity between his fingertips. “Use it for the betterment of others…or the betterment of my own self… I plan to find the answers I need while I’m here. In a way, I envy Pokémon like you, one who grew in unchanging surroundings.”

“Envy me?” Sid scoffed. “That’s a laugh. For me, it’s the other way around. Growing up in Lenora City… I’ve never felt so claustrophobic in my life. Up until this point, I never regretted running away. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders when I stepped foot out of that damned city…but we’re getting sidetracked here.” The Shiny Eevee tugged his kerchief slightly before he shifted the focus back to the original topic of the colloquy. “Whereas you see other Pokémon as ‘just’ other Pokémon, I see most of them as nothing more than tools. They are sickeningly easy to manipulate. Just twist a few words, warp a few meanings and you’ll have them eating outta the palm of your paw. Your dad was one of the few who managed to see through my deception, and when he told me that he had son, I can’t help but be interested in meeting him.” He smirked at Takatora. “And I guess there’s some truth to the like-father-like-son idiom.”

The Pikachu seated across the Shiny Eevee huffed softly and pointed out, “You still haven’t revealed what makes me so interesting in your eyes.”

Sid’s mirthful grin stretched even wider if that was even possible. “I consider myself a very insightful Pokémon,” he told Takatora. “I pride myself at being able to discern the personality of other Pokémon at first glance, a skill that makes them that much easier to manipulate. When I look at you though, I get nothing. I don’t know if the one I’m talking to right now is the true you or not. You’re like a clean slate, and that’s what I find most intriguing about you. Hmm, I can see why you consider yourself to be empty on the inside.”

Takatora rolled his eyes and murmured, “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He promptly cleared his throat and crossed his arms across his chest. “In any case, I admit that you’re an interesting character. I care not for your manipulative nature. Rather, I consider it a beneficial asset in aiding the accomplishment of the tasks we accept.”

“You flatter me, Leader,” Sid replied mockingly. “Anyway, I hear that the guilds want us to have a kind of ‘team name’ to work under them with. Have any suggestions?”

Placing some Dokoi on the table, Takatora hopped off his seat and adjusted his scarf. “Yggdrasil,” he answered laconically. “We’ll be joining the Rogues.”

“Ho~” Sid respired in amusement, assuming a new position by Takatora’s side. “Mind telling me the reason?”

“To my knowledge, the Rogue Guild Leader is abrasive, rash and has a tendency to bite off more than he can chew,” the scarred Pikachu remarked offhandedly. “Plus, he’s a Luxio, nothing I can’t handle, what with growing up with a Luxray father and all.” He added, “On the other hand, the Assistant Rogue Guild Leader is disturbingly childish and gullible to a fault.” Takatora gave Sid a sideways glance. “That’s right up your alley, isn’t it?” With that said, he walked out of the shop and headed in the direction of the Rogue Guild Headquarters.

Sid bowed his head and expelled a foreboding chuckle. “I can already feel the excitement coursing through my veins,” he whispered giddily as he took off after Takatora.

Description
Team Name: Yggdrasil
Rank: Zoroark
Guild: Rogue
Adventure Bag: Oran Berry x2, Blast Seed x2
Dokoi: 750
Guild Storage: None

Member 1
Name: Takatora Kureshima
Species: Pikachu
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Abilities: Lightning Rod
Nature: Serious
Characteristic: A Little Quick Tempered
IQ: 3

Moves:

1) Electro Ball

2) Agility

3) Brick Break

4) Thunder

Accessories:

1) Long emerald green scarf (wrapped around neck)

2)

3)

Artifacts:

1)

2)

3)

Religion: Great Orthodox

Summary of character’s history: For as long as he could remember, Takatora had been living out his life as a wandering vagrant with his Luxray father. He never knew his mother, but he seldom asked his father about her especially after he caught the flicker of pain in his eyes when he first put forth the question regarding her identity. Constantly moving from place to place, Takatora became well-versed in the various cultures that dotted Kinez and developed an extensive world view which allowed him to think things through in a rational manner. His father taught him all that he knew about fighting, and the training resulted in Takatora developing a style of combat which was both aggressive—due to his father’s influence—and strategy-focused, the latter to compensate for his smaller build. Having power at his disposal, the Pikachu was unsure on how to utilize it. He noted that his father had a slight penchant for helping others, but Takatora did not wish to blindly follow the example set by his guardian. He verbalized his musings to the Luxray who simply gave Takatora a thoughtful look and suggested that he journey to Tambolo City to acquire the answers he craved. Prior to them going their separate ways, Takatora’s father gave him a note directing him to a specific location in Tambolo City and some money to support him. Thanking his father for looking after him, Takatora headed for the largest city in Kinez.

Other: He has a diagonal scar in between his eyes.

Member 2
Name: Sid Sigurd
Species: Eevee (Shiny)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Abilities: Adaptability
Nature: Impish
Characteristic: Thoroughly Cunning
IQ: 3

Moves:

1) Toxic

2) Trump Card

3) Swagger

4) Dig

Accessories:

1) Black kerchief with a silver stripe (tied around neck)

2)

3)

Artifacts:

1)

2)

3)

Religion: Unaffiliated

Summary of character’s history: He was born in Lenora City to a well-off couple. Since birth, he has displayed an insightful personality and a maturity well beyond his years. He did not get along well with the other kids because of this, leading him to being ostracized and labelled ‘weird’ by them. It was not a cause of great concern to him though since he considered them to not be worth his attention anyway. Years passed, and Sid became more and more frustrated by his surroundings, so much that he chose to run away from home after leaving behind a note for his parents which stated to not look for him. His manipulative personality allowed him to sustain a life on the road. He freely twisted words and meanings in addition to leaving out details to suit his own needs. He did not care if his actions resulted in others getting hurt; he only cared about himself. The Eevee eventually crossed paths with a Luxray who managed to see through his deception and garner Sid’s interest. The Luxray put forth a suggestion to Sid that he go to Tambolo City to seek some worthwhile excitement, a proposal to which Sid agreed after some consideration. Acquiring a note and a satchel from the Luxray, Sid headed for Tambolo City.

Other: N/A

The deities seemed to be feeling rather merciful since Tambolo City was not being pelted with strong winds or destructive strikes of thunder that morning; rather, rays of sunshine illuminated the urban area and enlivened the residents' spirits even more. Scores of them flooded the streets as each sought to make their respective days as meaningful as possible as a way of thanking whichever deity they worship for granting them another day in the world of the living. With the influx of Pokémon from across the sea, one could discern a festive and jovial air about the city.

A Pikachu dispassionately observed the Pokémon from different walks of life go about their daily lives with mild interest through a window of a little pastry shop. His brown eyes flickered over to the half-eaten Rawst shortcake in front of him as he absentmindedly scratched the top of the fluffy cake with the fork provided with it. Setting the silver utensil down, he picked up his cup of coffee and softly blew across its steamy contents before he took a couple of sips. Relishing the flow of the caffeine-enriched substance down his throat as he felt his heartbeat quicken slightly, he placed the cup back down onto its saucer and slipped two fingers into the long emerald scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Pulling out a small piece of slightly brownish paper, he unfolded it to reveal a short message written in distinct penmanship. He read:

I want you to meet someone. I’ve designated a pastry shop in Tambolo City as the meeting place. Feel free to ask the locals for directions since the pastry shop is the only one of its kind and quite easy to miss. Good luck.

“Is this spot taken?” a somewhat cocky voice inquired.

The voice pierced through the silence pervading the establishment like a lance and prompted the Pikachu to raise his field of vision, just in time to see a black bandana-donning Shiny Eevee settle down on the seat across him. The former surveyed the interior of the shop from the corner of his eye: all of the other tables were unoccupied, and that could only mean one thing.

“You must be the one to which my father was referring,” the Pikachu remarked.

A smirk fleeted across the Shiny Eevee’s visage. “You’re quick on the uptake,” he noted in a satisfactory tone. “Name’s Sid Sigurd.” Sid inclined his head slightly and slipped the satchel he was carrying off his shoulder. “Nice to meet your acquaintance, Takatora Kureshima.”

Takatora reciprocated Sid’s greeting with a nod of his head. He then propped an elbow on the table and queried, “So what is it you wish to discuss with me, Sid?”

Sid blinked at the Pikachu seated across from him and responded quizzically, “I am under the impression that you’re in on your father’s plan for us to form a team and join a guild.”

“That’s up to you,” Takatora respired softly, absentmindedly poking his cake with the fork. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to follow my father’s suggestion. If you want to form a team with me, then I want you to truly want to do it.”

The Pikachu’s words evoked a drawn-out humming sound from the Shiny Eevee. “I too share that opinion, I gotta admit,” Sid informed. “I don’t exactly play well with others and am not that big on the whole team-and-guild thing.”

“So why are you here then?” the scarred Pikachu prodded, stabbing his fork into the cake.

“Two reasons,” Sid drawled, reaching out and pulling the fork out of the cake and by extension, a sizable chunk of the confectionery treat. Popping the chunk into his mouth, he swallowed it before he resumed, “On a whim...and because of my interest in you.”

Narrowing his eyes, Takatora put forth a simple request. “Explain.”

Sid obliged without a second thought. “The first reason is pretty self-explanatory,” he began. “I’m not the kind of individual who plans things in advance—I just do things for the sake of doing them. And as for the second reason...” A chuckle suddenly rumbled in his throat as he turned his head to stare out the window. “Before I get to that, would you mind telling what you see when you look at other Pokémon?”

“Exactly what I see—other Pokémon” was Takatora’s prompt response. He followed Sid’s cue and eyed the Pokémon outside the shop. “I suppose you can say that’s the primary reason I’m even entertaining my father’s suggestion in the first place. Growing up and living my life as a wandering vagrant, I’ve been exposed to the many cultures that exist on this continent and developed an extensive world view as a result. At the same time though, I’ve become…empty…on the inside.”

“Empty?” Sid echoed.

Takatora nodded and elaborated, “Pokémon from different cultural and social backgrounds react to similar situations differently. Henceforth, the extensive exposure I experienced made it difficult for me to form my own set of opinions about things…and that’s only the tip of the iceberg. In addition to that, I found out during one of my musings that I don’t have any form of desire, be it selfish or selfless.”

Sid frowned and opined, “I find that hard to believe. Desires are what define us as Pokémon.”

“Whether you choose to believe it or not is entirely up to you,” Takatora told the Shiny Eevee neutrally. He directed his gaze back towards Sid. “I’m also at a crossroads over what to do with the power I have at my disposal.” The Pikachu snapped his fingers and produced a small spark of electricity between his fingertips. “Use it for the betterment of others…or the betterment of my own self… I plan to find the answers I need while I’m here. In a way, I envy Pokémon like you, one who grew in unchanging surroundings.”

“Envy me?” Sid scoffed. “That’s a laugh. For me, it’s the other way around. Growing up in Lenora City… I’ve never felt so claustrophobic in my life. Up until this point, I never regretted running away. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted off my shoulders when I stepped foot out of that damned city…but we’re getting sidetracked here.” The Shiny Eevee tugged his kerchief slightly before he shifted the focus back to the original topic of the colloquy. “Whereas you see other Pokémon as ‘just’ other Pokémon, I see most of them as nothing more than tools. They are sickeningly easy to manipulate. Just twist a few words, warp a few meanings and you’ll have them eating outta the palm of your paw. Your dad was one of the few who managed to see through my deception, and when he told me that he had son, I can’t help but be interested in meeting him.” He smirked at Takatora. “And I guess there’s some truth to the like-father-like-son idiom.”

The Pikachu seated across the Shiny Eevee huffed softly and pointed out, “You still haven’t revealed what makes me so interesting in your eyes.”

Sid’s mirthful grin stretched even wider if that was even possible. “I consider myself a very insightful Pokémon,” he told Takatora. “I pride myself at being able to discern the personality of other Pokémon at first glance, a skill that makes them that much easier to manipulate. When I look at you though, I get nothing. I don’t know if the one I’m talking to right now is the true you or not. You’re like a clean slate, and that’s what I find most intriguing about you. Hmm, I can see why you consider yourself to be empty on the inside.”

Takatora rolled his eyes and murmured, “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He promptly cleared his throat and crossed his arms across his chest. “In any case, I admit that you’re an interesting character. I care not for your manipulative nature. Rather, I consider it a beneficial asset in aiding the accomplishment of the tasks we accept.”

“You flatter me, Leader,” Sid replied mockingly. “Anyway, I hear that the guilds want us to have a kind of ‘team name’ to work under them with. Have any suggestions?”

Placing some Dokoi on the table, Takatora hopped off his seat and adjusted his scarf. “Yggdrasil,” he answered laconically. “We’ll be joining the Rogues.”

“Ho~” Sid respired in amusement, assuming a new position by Takatora’s side. “Mind telling me the reason?”

“To my knowledge, the Rogue Guild Leader is abrasive, rash and has a tendency to bite off more than he can chew,” the scarred Pikachu remarked offhandedly. “Plus, he’s a Luxio, nothing I can’t handle, what with growing up with a Luxray father and all.” He added, “On the other hand, the Assistant Rogue Guild Leader is disturbingly childish and gullible to a fault.” Takatora gave Sid a sideways glance. “That’s right up your alley, isn’t it?” With that said, he walked out of the shop and headed in the direction of the Rogue Guild Headquarters.

Sid bowed his head and expelled a foreboding chuckle. “I can already feel the excitement coursing through my veins,” he whispered giddily as he took off after Takatora.