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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[attr="class","clyrics"]THEY SAY CREEPIN' I SAY LOVING
[attr="class","clyrics1"]ITS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME
[attr="class","cwords"]Her expression to him picking up the rosary seemed harsh, but unless it was hers she had little to nothing to worry about. The necklace would find its owner; Ambrose was just a passer-by in the city. He wasn’t even from here, yet her expression said it all. Wait… Did she say, Sui? That was a strange name, but she swiftly collected herself and gave him another name, ‘Mackenzie’ what a lovely name, “Well friend that’s a nice name you have there.” his lips curled into a slight frown as she made the generalization that he was a grave robber. How rude, he took one necklace but his intention wasn’t to just steal it.
“Well that’s a bit of a bold assumption.” his voice drew on as he watched her fingers shakily fidget with a Pokeball, “You can put that away, I’m not here to cause trouble or to loot this church believe it or not. I’m just here to pick through the rubble to find anything of value that I can take back to New Veherna.”
There was another silence accompanied by another wave of uncanny awkwardness, he had little interest in battling anyone here, as ruined as it was, it was still a church and a place of worship, though he didn’t quite believe in the idea of a Pokemon being the maker. What did he know, though? He was just a huckleberry with a few Pokmon and weak aspirations of his own. Religion was always a touchy subject for him. There were legendary Pokemon, the Unovan legendary trio, the Johto legendary trio and so forth. Gods, Pokemon, mistakes, he hadn’t a clue what to call them. They were probably catchable like any other Pokemon, but then what? What was a man to do with a god if they were so lucky as to catch one? He didn’t like to think about it.
“It’s good you're fine,” inquisitive eyes watched as she passed by him and approached the statue, she spoke once again telling him that the statue was being disrespected, when she emphasized that he was disrespecting Arceus the gruff man’s eyebrows narrowed, “And what do you mean by that? I don’t know if you’re all that aware, but we’re in a war-torn church in a ruined city. The disrespect came after the unanswered prayers of the damned were ignored by this “God”,” he looked at the statue, “That said, I’m not trying to disrespect it, as I said I’m just here to collect things of value to take back to the new city.” he partially lied, he was unsure what he was to do with the items he received.
“But I must ask since you talk about disrespect to this.” he gestured to the statue, “Wouldn’t you say the very idea of capturing Pokemon, his servants, and creations, and shoving them in balls is a sort of constant disrespect to him? Not trying to be snarky or nothin’ but I so rarely get to get the opinions of others on these things."
[attr="class","clyrics"]THEY SAY CREEPIN' I SAY LOVING
[attr="class","clyrics1"]ITS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME
[attr="class","cwords"]Ambrose watched as a woman came into view, she seemed out of place here, a real diamond in the rough. Perhaps she was lost, or maybe she was a strong trainer holding their own in the ruins, either way, Ambrose would try his best not to upset them. “One second…” he spoke, calmly putting his Pokeball back in his pocket. For a brief moment he continued digging only to come up fruitless, nothing came up before the statue but spare change, charred remnants of paper, probably bibles and a rosary? Ambrose lifted the golden piece of jewelry into air watching as the ivory Arceus pendant dangled from it, “Hm looks like something came out of this mess.” he stuffed the gold into his pocket and stood up to face the stranger. "How do ya do?"
His voice didn't carry much weight out of the hopes that the two wouldn't attract any unnecessary attention while they spoke. There was a brief silence from him as he looked the woman over, they had a strange appeal. Well, Ambrose had never seen someone with blue hair before, so something else seemed to have come out of this looting, a first encounter of a sort. They were still a person, yes, but they had BLUE HAIR. Were they born with it? Perhaps they dyed it? He wanted to ask bout would it be rude to do so? For now, he bit his tongue; he must have looked strange standing here like a mute.
"Hm, excuse mah curiosity, but are ya from here? Y'all don't look like the grave robbin' type." his lips were bent into a small smile, not enough to oppose his gruff features but hopefully just visible enough to make him look like less of a threat. After all, it would be no fun to get beaten up on your day off.
Ambrose blinked, and collected himself. He had rudely asked a question without so much as getting the person's name, what a terrible blunder on his part. "Uh, sorry, sorry; that's no way to introduce mah self. Ah'm Ambrose and you are?"
[attr="class","cnotes"]MACKENZIE WYGHT || Hi!, thanks for dropping in! Sorry for the short post, wrote it before bed but they'll get longer from here on!
[attr="class","clyrics"]THEY SAY CREEPIN' I SAY LOVING
[attr="class","clyrics1"]ITS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME
[attr="class","cwords"]The once bustling city was now little more than a cesspool of waste and ruin. Ambrose wasn’t surprised to learn that Old Veherna had been turned into the home of the region’s deplorables; thieves, grave robbers, and other shady characters. The idea of anything of value being left in the city was an odd thought, the Utopia was now a skeleton of its former self breaking down with the passing days until it would soon be little more than a pile of rubble, hopefully burying the criminals that inhabit it along the way. Then again, Ambrose wasn’t any better than the thieves. He had come here to see what he could find rather it be scrap resources, valuables or even a stray Pokemon or two, everything in this wasteland was up for grabs and it was only fair that he’d try to get his share. If he wanted he could crush the thieves and take what they had already stolen, it was a hell of a lot easier than picking through rubble for anything that looked semi-reliable, but as easy as it would be he was somewhat above such activities. Maybe he could become a sort of Robin hood. Taking from the broken down and disenfranchised and giving to the people of New Veherna, but then he wouldn’t get anything but thanks and as selfish as it sounds he can’t buy drinks with mere thanks. What was he to do? There was the option of gathering items and selling them off, that way he could at least pay off his rent for a few months, but then he STILL wouldn’t have any money in his pocket unless he got a really good haul. If only the answer to his dilemma would just hit him in the head already.
If only he could find a path in this new region, everyone had someone but here he was alone with no back up, and it no one from the Republic had even known he was out here. If only he had established himself earlier. Then again, he was lucky. Here he stood in the wake of a war and he was complaining about not having any attention on him, it was sad and selfish. Perhaps some looting would take his mind off of things.
Beginning his looting session modestly, Ambrose began poking around in an abandoned church, the stained glass windows were busted down, an Arceus statue was sprayed with swears and slurs, and the pews had been looted already, whatever was of value here was probably gone, but as a proud god fearing man Ambrose had to dig through the remains of the church it was what the maker would want… Probably. From the looks of things it was a lost cause, there was nothing but a filthy statue and rubble to dig through. The Cowboy took a knee before a pile of rubble at the Arceus statue’s feet and began excavating for materials.
Soon the sound of footsteps caught his attention, he turned his head to catch a gaze at who approached placing a hand on one of his Pokeballs, “Hm?”
[attr="class","cnotes"]TAGS || Open, do whatever you like~
Because why not? Who wouldn't get a kick out of fighting Rayquaza? Ambrose is crazy enough to give it a shot, he wouldn't know it's the legendary Pokemon of course, but getting squashed in a battle is always fun.
[attr="class","clyrics"]THEY SAY CREEPIN I SAY LOVING
[attr="class","clyrics1"]ITS THE ONLY WAY FOR ME
[attr="class","cwords"]He had left Swine home for the day. The mammoth was proving to be a problem. As much as Ambrose liked ground type Pokemon, he could not keep him around if he was going to run a muk in public trying to gore every other pokemon it saw. Well, at least Gliscor was able to get some fresh air now. Sure, he was the youngest of Ambrose’s team and most recently caught a few days before their arrival in the region, but it needed to be able to stretch its wings in the open every once in awhile. The large bar was draped around Ambrose’s shoulders, pincers with a loose grip on his duster.
It was a dull and dreary day, he had locked himself up in his house for the past month since declaring his affiliation with the Republic. He didn’t have a plan, nor was he sure if he’d come up with one during his time as a Republican. Most he knew he would do is wait for someone or something to get pointed out and he’d do his job as a drone and take it out. In the meantime, he had managed to smuggle himself a flash or two or fifty of alcohol to keep him busy.
It had been quite disappointing though. He was in this grand city and didn’t know a single person or Pokemon, he was an immigrant minding his own, destined to walk the concrete streets alone for the time being.
He gave a depressed sigh as he walked along the streets of New Veherna. He had dropped by for a visit to a convince store to get himself a drink. He had already completed isr visit, but what to do now? He supposed he could go out for more drinks considering he had nothing to do.
The Cowboy was approaching a park, simply passing by. The large fountain in the center was of no interest to him as he began to pass the sight by. To the Gliscor, however, it had been a place of interest. A slow mumble of a hiss spoke up from the bat that caught the attention of its owner. He stopped.
"What is it?" he asked the Gliscor. The head of the venomous Pokemon drifted towards the fountain. Something had caught his interest...
But what?
[attr="class","cnotes"]@someone|| Open! Feel free to do whatever!
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]
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.
Becoming friends with Ambrose is rather easy. He’s a playful, social butterfly who enjoys drinking, fighting, and sex, if you can provide one of the three you’re golden in his book. Despite his friendly personality, he does have issues with his pride, and if belittled or mocked in even the slightest of ways he may start an altercation with his mocker, before finding a way to befriend them. He has an appetite to be social, he likes to converse with others, but lacks an understanding of basic social norms sometimes causing others to be tense around him. [break][break]
[attr="class","plottertitle"]Enemies
It’d seem hard to make an enemy of Ambrose, be it he doesn’t see people as friends or enemies as much as he does acquaintances. He isn’t one to hold a grudge, but that hasn’t stopped him from instigating one or two bar fights in his time with the guild. Ambrose would rather fight out the issue than hold it between him and whoever feels the need to hate him.
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[attr="class","plottertitle"]Lovers
Ambrose is 33 going on 34 and after bouncing around his twenties having drinking, smoking, and wasting his life he wants to wind down and find someone to settle down with to help him kick his bad habits and live a generally normal life away from Parrsboro and the guild. He wants someone to show him that life is more than booze and cheap women, however, he isn’t above having someone he can casually have sex with at all. Though the romance would be awkward at first, since he hadn’t engaged in any sort of emotional relationship since leaving Unova, over time he would come to love and treasure the person more than anyone or anything else that comes his way. It should be noted though that his ideal romantic getaway is either few days in bed with all phones and electronics shut off and tossed aside or a trip to an island just the two of them and alcohol. [break][break]
[attr="class","credits"]Made by Time Lapse of Wicked Wonderland.
