TWO YEARS AGO, A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION GOING BY THE NAME TEAM IMUM WRECKED CHAOS ACROSS THE LAND, DAMAGING CITIES AND KILLING THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS. While Imum itself has long since been disbanded, however, the region remains broken: entire towns have been laid to waste and the Association struggles to find homes for those who were lucky enough to survive the attempted genocide. Reconstruction trudges on as usual... but with three factions - the Association, the corporations, and the people - each wishing to take the rebuilding of an entire region down opposite paths, how long will it be before Lyeant's last leg gives out permanently?
03.01
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01.28
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reverb, resound and repeat[break] breathe in, don't let it go
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tread too far and you're out of bounds
Smiles and happiness. [break][break] Distant, fuzzy memories befor the pain. There's something inherantly warm in them, even if the details escape you. You don't quite remember, but your first word was 'Mama'. And you first walked towards your sister, her small chubby face happy with delight at seeing you do so. And your father? He would be the one to tuck you in at night, letting his beard tickle your little tummy as he blew raspberries on it. It was love that sunk into your heart since you were a small child, and it has remained to this day - a strong, surviving strand, the core of who you became and are to become. ('Papa, can I be a hero someday?') But still, those memories mean a lot - and when your sister recounts some of your more hare-brained adventures, you laugh with her. [break][break] ''Where are you parents, little girl?''[break] ('They're gone, and it's all my fault.') [break][break] Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Your parents are gone, a fluke, a twist of nature - whatever it was, it took away nearly everything you owned and loved. the towns people often talked about the event later, before you moved to lyeant. about how one day, your house caught aflame - your sister at a friend's house at the time. you and your parents had been peaceful in the home. when your pet vulpix started to yip angrily, flames bursting from it's mouth, that was the only signal. you were afraid, since the sweet, fluffy pokemon had never reacted negatively otherwise - and you ran from your room, only to see thick, billowing smoke. [break][break] You still try hard to pierce together the events from that day. What rings most in your mind, is your mother's shout, a laugh, the smell of cooked meat, the overwhelming fear of fire. (you could remember more, but each time you try, you feel as if that would tip something over, and you get afraid and stop. so you tell everyone that you can't remember, and the one time you tried to remember in front of people, your sister panicked. you still don't know what it looks like when you're trying to remember, but you know to not do it in front of people anymore.) but to this day, you still have problems stomaching meat, and can barely stand a flame in your sight. [break][break] the firemen burst down the door. their horrified stories circled in ecruteak, and soon everyone knew. (the adults thought they were clever and hid it from the children, but they found out anyways) you had been found nearest the door, near the kitchen - your body covered in burns, and a fainted pokemon by your side. (defending you to the last, trying her hardest to keep you safe) they quickly got you out when they noticed a faint breathing. your parents however, were gone - their bodies unrecognizable. [break][break] but you lived. [break][break] (even if you wish you didn't) [break][break][break]
slam shut, eyes blank and repeat
less then 1%. that was how much of a chance the doctors gave you. but you fought - you didn't know then, what path the future would take. but you fought, something within you unwilling to give up. (it hides your memories until you are ready, and gives you courage in times of need - it makes your heartache with sadness, and your body shake with sobs.) and you fought. by that point, the doctors had just figured to let you die - and let your sister see you one final time. [break][break] none of them expected you to open your eyes, much less smile, before passing out right after. [break][break] sometimes, you wonder how your sister felt about it all. she left to go to a friend's house, and comes back to a burnt down home and a crippled sister. not only would she have to get used to new guardians, but she would have to take care of you too. were you too much of a burden on her? or did you break a part of her so that she is unable to let go of you? you don't know, but you hope (dream, it's idealistic and you know it, but you still do it anyways) that she never thought that of you. not like how you thought of yourself, for the longest of times. after all, what five year old can cope with such an event easily? (you never did, but you learned to hide it, to keep parts of you so hidden even you forgot about them) [break][break] you would take years to recover. [break][break] the scars could have been removed - but each time an adult approached you, you screamed bloody murder. it was an exercise to get you to accept anyone near you - and it was on your sister's shoulders. eventually, you learned to tolerate adults approaching you, but never without your sister. you clung to her, you know that. but you needed her so badly, and she never seemed to protest. and eventually, the adults gave up on trying to heal your scars. ('Fine if she wants to be difficult, then she can suffer. stupid brat, causing so much trouble.'). but eventually, after re-learning to walk, and to deal with people around you, you could leave the hospital. but your happy, out-going childishness was gone. it had been taken by the flames. [break][break] when you arrived to where you were going to live until your new guardians, you felt a bit relieved. finally, away from all those people - and the fire pokemon. it was then you heard a yip, and you faced your pet vulpix for the first time (over a year, had it been that long?) since then. and you screamed. you just remember screaming - but your sister had to try and contain you, and you only calmed down when the pokemon was out of sight. you broke down, crying, sobbing - and you had nightmares all night. [break][break] you never saw your beloved pet again. [break][break] (your sister took her in - one day, she had said to the pokemon, one day she'll be able to look at fire types. but for all intents and purposes, that vulpix was no longer yours now, and you knew it.) [break][break] instead, you were packed up and moved to lyeant. a new life in front of you - but you moved like a robot through most of it. talking to almost no one, reading books and staying alone in your room. you couldn't take the stares when they looked at you outside, their pity like a noose for you. you don't know how long it was (days? weeks? months? or years? you don't know, time is meaningless to you) but one day, your sister walks into the door, with a fluffy white and blue thing in her arms. It was an Alolan Vulpix. It wasn't your beloved pet, but it was close enough. Your fingers brushed it's soft fur, and it looked up at you with a small noise. It was so delightfully cold, and the moment it was in your arms, you started to cry happily, for the first time in forever. (He became your guardian, your staunchest defender. but he is a friendly pokemon, loving to everyone, apart from those that hurt you.) [break][break] you decided then, to do something with your life. [break][break][break]
I will show you what I can be
There was a wild scent of blood in the air, a tension of something that was bound to break. [break][break] It was whispered, almost breathing - and you could feel it. That made you more determined - and you went in search of a place you could be. You're not quite sure how, but you found yourself facing Team Omricon - a team dedicated to do good. There were a lot of requirements, but you didn't falter. In fact, you pushed your way through, fierce and determined. You still don't know what inspired them to take you - you a mere child of thirteen years. You understood the risks however, and you knew what you were doing. ('I'm not afraid to die, if it means I can help people. I'm not afraid to lie or keep secrets either. What I'm afraid of, is being unable to help someone who needs it, when I could have.') They took you, and you never regretted it. [break][break] ('Have you ever seen the sun framed in a halo in winter? That's called a Gloriole and it's beautiful. It glimmers and shimmers, and seems so peaceful. That's what I'm going to be called. Gloriole. Because I want to bring peace to those I can, and I want them to feel safe just looking at me.') [break][break] Then War came. [break][break] You were not afraid - you fought viciously against Team Imum. Just one of many faceless masses at first. And then taking on your mask, you did your best. You don't know what others think of you - but your squadron, your work means everything to you. Your sister worries, but you're doing your best to free her, to give her a life that you had taken so long ago. But even as time passed, you found yourself taking a day job too - a secretary for one of the council members. You'd know things, you'd be able to help people - and most of all, you could live by yourself. [break][break] Although, getting your sister to accept that you were alright (when you're not, you still wake up with nightmares and still can't look at fire types, apart from one special one) to be on your own, was a different story. [break][break] But you're finally moving, once again.
there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.
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>>> FRIENDSHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> HATESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> LOVESHIP
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be.
>>> WANTED
see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.
freeform personality here. give us an idea of how your characters either through paragraph format or listing format. a little form for trait listing has been provided below, as well, so feel free to use that if you'd like![break][break][break]
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