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Ambrose is a careless man living on the notion that one only needs three things to live a happy life; Good Fights, Plenty of Liquor, and a good fuck. He isn’t the most kind, or understanding person, at times he can be assertive in an attempt to establish himself into a conversation or to let a peer know that he’s in the room, as he hates to be overlooked. As rugged as his exterior is however, he has a softer side and can be nurturing when outside of his usual filthy bar scape. He has no loyalties, even as a Republican, he’s loose to the party and isn’t bound to anything but his word stating he can leave any time he chooses and no one will stop him. Ambrose has a very loud personality, he likes to boast about his allies and friends while often humbling himself in front of his betters. He is also not above asking someone out to drinks, even at the most inappropriate of times, he only has one life and he plans to use it to the fullest. He decided to go by his last name Ambrose because he believes it suits him better than his first name 'John-Carrie' was far too long and if he were to be honest he didn't want to be called by either of them.[break][break][break]

postitive traits Stoic + Assertive + Friendly+ Playful + Charming

negative traits Assertive + Insensitive + Graceless + Boisterous + Hot Headed

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"I ain't from Driftveil"

Ambrose is not from the Lyeant region originally, he’s actually from Unova, BUT NOT DRIFTVEIL! He can’t stress that enough, he is in no way related to that city slickin’ oil sucker Clay, that man is an embarrassment to cowboys. The city was never a place Ambrose fancied, having grown up in Nimbassa city. The city had fit him well, but it had never felt like home to him having spent a few years of his life on a ranch just outside of Floscessy, there he could wrestle, run around, and overall just live freely without concrete walls holding him down.[break][break]


Ambrose’s interest was somewhat pushed into pokemon when he was young, he didn’t take to anything in specific as Floscessy most lt had Mareep, and Psyduck, two Pokemon Ambrose didn’t care much for, though Riolu, when spotted near the ranch were of an interesting type to him, then again all fighting types interested him, they were powerhouses that could only be matched by Physics of all things, that and they were always sort of like Superheroes to Ambrose, they combatted dark type Pokemon, the villains of the Pokemon world and usually came out on top with their heads held high. [break][break]


But Ambrose’s love for Ground type Pokemon, wasn’t all that common back home. Everyone either wanted one of the nifty looking dragons, or fire types, but that only meant there would be more ground types for Ambrose to train! So the drought in interest worked in his favor as he progressed on towards being a trainer.[break][break]


Ambrose saw himself as a ground type in a sense, underappreciated and often overlooked. They weren’t bad Pokemon, yes they didn’t have the flash of some of the other types but they were powerful and tons of them were cool looking! Maybe he was projecting his insecurities over legitimately wanting to prove that fighting types were useful, instead wanting to show that he could be a powerful trainer instead. [break][break]


Over time Ambrose’s interest in Pokemon had grown vastly, he took to most types of Pokemon and had a subject he was actually interested in studying and possibly even majoring in; Ground type Pokemon. It was only talk however, while in highschool he hadn’t taken two steps towards attending a university or even becoming a trainer.[break][break]


After schooling was finished Ambrose figured that his studies were a waste of time, and decided that he wanted to see the world over, on this adventure he had taken a few Pokemon with him, a Nidoran and a Ryhorn that he had befriended just outside of Floscessy when he was around fourteen..[break][break]

How did he end up in here? His boat to the Sinnoh region had been side tracked and had to fuel up in the nearest region, having been asleep he had thought he had landed in Sinnoh and continued on his way off of the boat and into the foreign region without as much as a plan to get around. This would eventually lead him to the Republic who, if he stays loyal to them, will probably get him gunned down like the filthy degenerate that he is, but money is money and the booze near their base is cheap so he’s a happy cowboy. Though he has one dream; to return to Unova and crush Clay like the insect that he is, before taking over the Driftviel gym and putting real ground types to work.

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