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?
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Tyson's this righteous, morally upright (?), representative of the Association. And although the Association's glory days are over (for now), he's still got this strong sense of justice—which teeters dangerously into the realm of violence.
I can imagine him having one of his Pokemon stolen or him stopping a poaching operation in the act. Either or! He'd spring right into action in a hot pursuit akin to snakes and ladders (haHAA!!).
If Tyson finds out Faiz is affiliated with Parallax, then he'll doubly be his enemy, finding the faction's ideologies incredibly crooked. Maybe Tyson will get caught up in Faiz's dark underworld, finding the seedy black markets like quicksand. The more he struggles, the more he sinks. The more he flails, the tighter the coil.
Staring into the center of the vast crater conjured nausea. A sight like this seemed unreal, like magic, and Tyson could simultaneously believe and doubt the existence of what had been, and what was now.[break][break]
Where once was life was a sickening stillness. Tyson could feel it. He breathed in the chilled air, felt it fill his addled lungs with an emptiness that trembled his knees. He wondered if he shook enough for the now buried city of Cestavira to sense.[break][break]
Here, Tyson dutifully came several times a week. Carrying a pail of water and a couple of sponges, he washed the incomplete memorial, dabbing away at each collection of dust and grime that grew in each corner and edge. His Heracross helped too, squeaking away with his sponge before squeezing it clean.[break][break]
Tyson sensed someone nearby, perhaps hearing their footsteps, or tapping into some fantastical psychic link; in the solitude here, it would be easy know that you weren't alone. Without looking back, he said:[break][break]
"Here to help out? There's an extra sponge here." Tyson said, "Construction's been delayed a bit, but it doesn't mean the Association's going to forget about this place."[break][break]
Post by TYSON KANAZAWA on Jan 7, 2017 4:34:45 GMT -6
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To Tyson, Red looked like a Lombre, blowing bubbles just beneath the steamy surface. The clear-green waters effused calmness, and yet Tyson could not help but hear his pounding heartbeat in his ears. He was sharing the springs with a bonafide celebrity—and he had just smiled at him![break][break]
However, the silence, although appreciated by the secluded serenity of the springs, was something he hadn't completely expected. Perhaps, he had heard rumours that the man barely talked—if ever—but to confront such a still tongue was a first for him.[break][break]
Yet, Tyson did not mind. He was good at talking anyway.[break][break]
"So, what brings you to the springs? Wanted to enjoy the sights?" Tyson raised a hand toward the Volbeat and Illumise in the distance, their lights like twinkling diadems.[break][break]
"Ah, and I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Tyson Kanazawa. I used to—" The green-haired man paused, the natural flow of his introduction shifting currents, "—live in Johto."[break][break]
The Association members, dressed up in white suits so formless, so depriving of even the most familiar of human features, sculpted them alien. Like monsters devoid of faces; only the orange sheen communicated an expression void of understanding.[break][break]
It was surreal; the situation, he could not believe in it. The sights, smells, sounds, the metallic taste lining his gums, everything seemed like a simulation, a movie. A nightmare.[break][break]
"What good can you do?" [break][break]
Haunting words. A ceaseless echo.[break][break]
"Then... it's all your fault! If the Association had bolstered our defenses, if they had done more to help us against Imum then this would have never happened!" Tyson snarled.[break][break]
The shortest advanced toward him, and he recoiled. Clothes gripped, Tyson resisted violently.[break][break]
Post by TYSON KANAZAWA on Jan 6, 2017 3:35:49 GMT -6
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People seldom came here, and the instant he caught a glimpse of a humanoid silhouette, Tyson couldn't help but spill an accusation.[break][break]
"You peepin' on me!?" Tyson said, "This a pervert alert?" His hands crossed over his bare chest, and he soon realized his mistake. Especially since the man had just walked into a bush.[break][break]
The man before him was the one and only, Red Kasai. As a native of Johto, it was impossible to have not heard of that name. But to be sure, Tyson remained calm, lest he disturb the waters too much already.[break][break]
"Uh, sure. Go ahead. Water feels really good, doesn't it Daphneta?" Tyson's Araquanid surfaced, blowing bubbles at the Indigo League's champion.[break][break]
"No one really knows about this place," Tyson said, "That's why I jumped to conclusions, if you'd forgive me... Champion Red."[break][break]
he often came here nowadays. he came here to forget the factions, to wash away the grit of stress. it stuck to his hair, got stuck underneath his nails, and encumbered the palate. for most of his adult life, he couldn't remember a time not tumultuous. yet, he remembered every grain of happiness, like stardust: smooth, silky, and free.[break][break]
among the dancing volbeat and illumise, their lights all aglow like courting constellations, tyson entered the springs. he was soon joined by his araquanid. his clothes were neatly folded on the coast, and his phone, rested easy on their fabrics. the water, illumine and refreshing, brought him and daphneta peace.[break][break]
but it was the rustle of a branch. the shimmering sound of disturbed leaves that broke the calm. neck taut, he dared to ask:[break][break]
"who's there?!"[break][break]
this road was oft untravelled.[break][break]
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Ishya Town had survived it once. Tyson had too. He had once survived the nuclear waste that stuck to the land and its people like centaur's blood, tearing apart the invisible bonds that held cellular communities, and rendered them as sepulchre studies.[break][break]
The fires that fumed behind him did not bother the man. Flames were violent yet brief, lasting days—but nuclear waste? This would last years. Centuries. No, thousands of human lifetimes. It was as if the vampiric waste converted the lives so senselessly lost into cursed land; this time, Ishya would stand nevermore.[break][break]
The world was burning apart around him. The smothering scent of death numbed his nostrils, and rivulets of blood matted his green hair. Before him, members of the Association waited patiently. Ready to pick him up. Ready to concede. But Tyson wanted no part in the surrender.[break][break]
This was still his town.[break][break]
"I'm not leaving," He said, tired legs snapping taut. "Ishya can still be saved. I can still save it..."
A survivor of the Ishyan assaults, Tyson has learned to steel himself with resilience. He copes with a bulwark of smiles, and yet those who know him realize this shield is tempered with anger.[break][break]
The anger doesn't try to hide itself. His outbursts echo past violence, and justify his affiliations. But he has learned to appreciate the beauty in the seemingly perverse. His traumas have brought him clarity and like a roach, he's crawling through that fallout...[break][break]
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[attr="class","plotmid"]FRIENDS
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Tyson is an amiable man, but occasionally abrasive. He readily finds allies among his faction thanks to his steadfast loyalty to the Association. Others soon discover that Tyson is a Bug-type enthusiast who teeter-totters between inspiring passion and maniacal obsession.[break][break]
Stemming from his civic duties as a gym leader of the now uninhabitable town of Ishya, "The Roach" is incredibly protective of his friends—especially those who have relocated from that very town. All in all, Tyson is sympathetic, affectionate and soft to those he trusts. Just be on the right side of history.[break][break]
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[attr="class","plotmid"]ENEMIES
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Although seemingly sweet, Tyson is viciously hostile to those antagonistic to his ideologies, Tyson is a man with all bite and all sting. Anyone connected to Team Imum is on a hit-list, doubly underlined with red. Beware, he is coming after you.[break][break]
Rivalries with other Bug-type enthusiasts and gym leaders are possible, whether they are friendly or bitterly competitive.[break][break]
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[attr="class","plotmid"]ROMANCE
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After losing everything in Ishya, all Tyson wants is to belong somewhere—or to someone.
