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Name: Mordecai Jehovah
Age: He appears to be mid 40’s perhaps later, the man isn’t adamant about sharing his age.
Height/Weight: 6’3” 201
Hometown/Region: Solaceon Town, Sinnoh
Military Faction: Currently Mordecai is running as Defense Minister for Kanto in order to replace the recently defected Minster.

Extra items: Mordecai carries a few things on him here and there, most notably is his hunting knife. Having seen quite a bit of life and outlasted the Great War 30 years prior, Mordecai is a tad on the paranoid side when it comes to others and tends to have his hand near it at all times.

He always has a flask on him and a pack of cigarettes. The man smokes like a chimney and doesn’t know much about the threat of cancer—if he did, he probably wouldn’t care either.

Honori carries the majority of his supplies on her great back, so when traveling he’ll carry extra provisions, clothing and hunting gear.

Personality (As recanted by Alastair Landon): “I knew the man once, for a short time when I was lost he was the guy I found. Thirty years ago we met and we were connected by a single event that we’ll both remember for the rest of our lives: The war.

“Mordecai had shown me that he was an honest man locked in his faith in God, Arceus above. Now, I’ve lived for a long time, so when he told me about this, I was skeptical. To me, these beasts were nothing but monsters, but that was a long time before I met my own and grew a completely new understanding and perspective about them.

“I didn’t see it as a flaw, but I didn’t see it as a strength either, at least one that could benefit myself. Mordecai though, he advocated in God’s work, believed that there was a reason behind everything, told me stories about fantastical creatures he met and befriended. He was a happy man then; he smiled a lot, tipped his hat toward friends and strangers alike. After the war,

“Well, he had deadness in his eyes. He was a ghoul and became something of a skeptic. Everything in God’s divine plan seemed to be disappointing him lately and he held out for something good to happen when the world around him kept bleeding out and dying. I think in a way, though I had no hand in the war myself so much as the after math, it stole some parts of both of us, never to return it.

“Now I see him thirty years later, running for Defense Minister. He still believes in the light, a brighter tomorrow. He wants to be positive, but I can tell that the world has run him ragged, that the man is on his last chord and its twisting and unwinding, about to snap.

He has hope in bringing this all to an end, but I have to wonder what it’s going to cost him this time?”

Background (As recanted by Alastair Landon): “During the Great War, Mordecai told me stories of his life. About the people he met, beasts he’d tamed and those that he hunted, he told me about things that I’d heard about a hundred times over before, of happiness, aspirations and then the loss that came with them at times. I knew that his heart was open for doubt, that I am just as venerable as he is in that aspect.

“He told me he made a wish a long time ago in Hoenn. He was vague, but it wasn’t a story I was unfamiliar with myself. He said it was to continue God’s work, but because of it, he had lost both his wife and his three children. I sympathized with him, but somehow I felt like my loss was not comparable to his own. As an old proverb goes: It is a man that wishes he had shoes who encounters another man who has no feet.

“He grew up on a farm, his mother an Indian woman and his father a white man. I could tell he used this aspect of himself to gauge my reaction. I did not judge, it wasn’t something that was my business nor concern. To me, it’s always been the core of the person, and for him, it was the same to some degree.

“For his blood, he would have been frowned upon, however, his father was a pivotal part of the community, providing the town’s main source of food as well as words from the Book of Arceus every Sunday. Because he was respected and revered, his ‘mistake’ for falling in love with an Indian woman was ignored and Mordecai was welcomed into the community. Feeling that even this had been a sign that all things happen for a good reason.

“He told me little about his family other than their deaths, the thought being a brief and gloomy one. I did not press for details, but I imagine, if both he and I shared the same wish back in Hoenn, that their death was a long and lingering one on his mind.

“For 30 years Mordecai and I had lost contact for one another. In the time between, I do not know of his adventures or if he found new love, though the naked ring finger tells enough in its own. I imagine though, that he’d grown weary just as I have and I worry that I may become this man. Deadened by the world and losing hope quicker than sand through an hour glass.”

Pokemon:

Tekoda |Teddiursa | Quirky | Pickup |Gender: Male
personality: “Oh! Ah, hello there mister, ma’m, miss, sir? Sorry, it’s not easy to tell the difference between humans by sight alone. Us Teddiursa are able to tell by smell though, but I’m told it’s not real polite to sniff at people.

“I guess, I’m um, well Mister Jehovah says that I’m a real curious critter, always have my nose where it doesn’t belong. He’s realllllly tall, so I listen to him cause he’s a lot bigger than me and Mama always said that I should listen to my biggerers, my bigger people? I think she said something a might like that. I can’t remember all that well, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my Mama. I miss her a terrible some, but she always told me to be a brave little Teddiursa and if I was brave long enough I would grow up into a biiiiiiiiigerer bear too.

“I really can’t wait for that, I’ll be able to push over trees, get all my own honey and stay up as late as I want with no one to tell me what to do then! Yup, I’ll be a biggerer bear and be my own boss. Yes, Sir!”

Background: “Well, uh, I guess there’s something to tell there. I’m not that old, so I don’t got as much stories as the other bears I’ve seen about. I used to be told by Mama that little bears eventually take journeys to find themselves.

“I thought it was kinda silly, because I have myself right here wrapped up in fur ‘n’ fluff. Ah well, I thought I’d go do that, so one day, I went and adventured out on my own. I went real far, where the trees and the ground didn’t smell like Mama anymore, well, I got my leg all snared up in some kinda vine that threw down a cave small enough that it only fit me over my head. I was so scared, but Mister Jehovah found me. I was really grateful cause I was terribly scared, but I scraped him a few times cause I never seen a hairless bear before I thought he might eat me.

“I haven’t seen my Mama since, but I don’t plan to until I get biggerer enough to go back home on my own. I’m really happy with Mister Jehovah, even if our first meet wasn’t very kind, he feeds me treats and lets me stay with him when he goes to sleep. He’s kinda like Mama that way, which I really like.”

Honori | Braviary | Brave | Keen Eye| Gender: Male

Personailty: “Honey, I’ll give you an all access peak at my great, fantabulous and wondrous life. In a nut shell, I’m perfection wrapped in feathers. Arceus’s gift to this green earth and His wonderful, lustrous sky. I’ll tell you something else, you’re privileged to be in my great presence, just as my master is on my back when I deign it appropriate—I mean, one has to be generous with the sky, don’t they?

What? Conceited? Ffff, I’ll tell you something that gets my feathers all ruffled up, its turds and naysayers trying to clip my wings with their negativity. I’m not conceited, I love myself—there is a distinct and CLEAR difference my fine grounded friend. I love myself and people should be honored when I share that love of myself with them and accept them into my circle. Now, none of that nonsense you’re speaking. I am perfection. Now talk to the wing.”

Backstory: “Oh, so after upsetting me you want I tell you a story—well hun, you’re lucky, VERY lucky, that I enjoy recanting my adventurous tales. But! Like any good story teller does, I must leave some air of mystery and gaps to fill, hm?

“I imagine its meeting up with Mordecai you wish to know about, so I’ll cut to the meat of it, I’ll leave you wondering about the rest of this auspicious, god-like, history of mine—try not to cry, won’t you?

“It was a dark and stormy night—hey, don’t laugh—a blizzard had taken the region by surprise and yes, even yours truly wasn’t quite prepared, even with my great sharp eyes. The blizzard came on very sudden and the hail that came down beat my wings! I had no choice but to land and seek out some shelter.

“Now, us Braviary’s, while quite accustomed to the jaggedness of the world about us—mountain top living will do that to a guy—we cannot exactly survive the harsh elements without shelter. I know, humble of me to admit, though my reserves and perseverance proved quite strong. I happened upon a human that I wasn’t quite to trusting at first, I tried to peck at his eyes and screech him away. Stubborn thing didn’t flee, only dared to rope my beak shut and led me to a cavern.

“Well, I was quite insulted at the very thought of being led by a human, but Mordecai proved to have had the best interests in mind, the man shared his fire and we managed something of a begrudging truce. I could have certainly found shelter on my own, but that bright orange and red fire, I could not create. So I suppose I’m thankful for what he did to some extent. We’ve been together ever since.”

Inteus | Combusken | Sassy | Blaze |Gender: Male

Personality: “I’m not very excited to answer these questions, really, we’re running a campaign here and I’m required at my master’s side rather than answer frivolous things. However, I will, if I must.

“My personality is one of a realist, pragmatic and to the point. I’m not about supporting and filling other ‘mon’s heads with fluff and fantasy, because really, there’s no grounding in reality for that sort of thing. Though I suppose for some it’s a needed escapism.

“Pessimistic? No, what makes you think that sort of thing?! I’m not pessimistic, I’m a realist, I am grounding where everyone is otherwise floating with their heads up in the sky. Why would you even suggest such a thing. Very rude. I’m not squawking. I’m talking to you in a perfectly calm and civil voice, the higher pitch in my resonance has nothing to do with anything and sdfjklsgjlks!”

Background: “Okay, I’ve taken a breath. Have some water. Yes, yes, everything is in place, everything is dandy.

“Ah yes, my background, something firmly locked in history, I suppose I can dig it up now if you’re interested. It started out before I had even hatched, my egg belonged to a clutch born onto a farm in Hoenn as it’s called. You see, my kind’s eggs are used for humans to eat—a truth that I would have rather remained ignorant to, but there it is—well, a cock had ended up in the roost that night and the eggs were fertilized without the farmer’s knowing. I was then sold directly from the farm into my master’s hands.

“Fortunately for me, the Braivary in his care knew there was something peculiar about the eggs he’d bought and stole away with at least myself before master discovered his food was being robbed from him. My brothers and sisters most likely perished and were served as a meal—though I cannot blame master for this, he did not know. I’m just thankful that I survived in face of all odds.

“As for my relationship with master, we grew closer after a fire that occurred a few years back, I am however, not fond of the ball that he tried to stuff me in. I got out of an egg once; I’m not taking that risk again.”

Kaga | Zoura | Naive | Illusion |Gender: Female

Personality: “Wow, hi there, my name is Kaga—at least that’s what my human calls me. I think it’s a rather beautiful name. Strong, short, but feminine. I’m not sure what it means to humans, but it sure means a lot to me.

“Personality? I’d definitely say that I’m quite loveable, wouldn’t you? Oh please say that you do, because I know anything else isn’t true. I try to be warm and poppy to anyone that I meet, though sometimes it’s a bit difficult. A lot of ‘mons from the wilds and in this ‘arm—ee’ thing are pretty aggressive. I wonder if I was like that at one time too?

“Hm, I was pretty nippy when I first met everybody, I didn’t know who to trust, after all, my fellow Zouras—as few and far in-between as we are—are preeeetty sneaky. I can be too, but I’d rather be upfront and friendly. But that doesn’t mean my feelings can’t be hurt ya know, so don’t think this is all smiles and take it for granted. Because I hate, really HATE being taken for granted, you know? Like I’m always going to be that sunshine in a cloudy day.

“B-but, that’s not to say that I’m a pessimist like that Combusken. I’m just not impervious, you know?”

Background: “Life as a Zoura can be lonely, and it was really. A lot of Zoura’s who were even around pretended to be other Pokémon that they weren’t. I know that it’s natural for us to do this, but I can’t help thinking: If I’m going to shine, why can’t it just be with my face?

“Then I figured out why. People don’t like us. Zoura’s and their parents are viewed as tricksters, thieves and just over all big meanies to humans. I didn’t want to trick anyone, I just really wanted some attention. I thought I could get something from the humans that I didn’t find in my own home and I didn’t at first. So I left, I found a great big craft that floated on the water and went so far away into the ocean that I thought that was the only thing I would ever see for the rest of my life.

“Then I saw a new land, I explored it and met its different people. They weren’t as familiar with my kind as the humans were back at home, and for that, I was very thankful.

“Still, I got into a lot of trouble and eventually met a strong and quite handsome Lucario who showed me into a home where I could stay and eat. His human wasn’t, well, happy about it, but eventually I wove my way into his heart. Chief though, well, he’s a stone wall, but I know I’ll wear him down some day.”

Chief | Lucario | Serious | Inner Focus |Gender: Male
Personality: “The pack leader calls me Chief, I am not certain what this name means completely, only that it denotes that I am the leader when he is absent. I’ve often been labeled as serious and stoic, I merely believe myself a creature that is calm and in touch with their inner nature as my specifies is required to.

“Our spiritual abilities, after all, can be quite volatile otherwise, the leader calls these aura abilities and has mentioned he’s seen them once before. I’ve been attempting to learn the man’s language, but my vocalization continues to come out in a series of barks and growls. However, we have made some progress, he can sense my emotions at the very least, but given that I’m in control of them most times, there is little to reciprocate.

“While I maintain a meditative leash on my actions, I am not completely without emotion, though others would contest this. I am simply more reserved than what they are accustomed to. They are creatures of emotion and instinct while my own concerns lie with perfecting my abilities and becoming as one with the leader.”

Background: “As a pup, the pack leader and I lived a quite life in a cold, snowy region far away from here. I had been abandoned by my own pack, seen as a runt of the litter and for this I’ve continually strived to improve upon myself. I doubt I’ll ever show them or they will see how far I’ve come, but this is more for myself than it is for them.

“I learned to hunt beside the leader, he showed me the things that my pack did not. I followed and instinct set in where there were gaps. I quickly found that I was a natural at hunting and excelled in it, making up for weaknesses the leader’s ability lacked for—but for what he did lack, the leader made up in wisdom and guidance. He told me of many things while we traveled together, though I did not comprehend during the time, being in his company and having his attention brought me happiness.

“As I aged, I began to understand things in his language that I had not previously. He spoke of spirits, he spoke of God and many other things. I believe in him more than I do any other man or creature on this earth and my servitude to the leader will continue well into even the life after this one.”

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Name: Mordecai Jehovah
Age: He appears to be mid 40’s perhaps later, the man isn’t adamant about sharing his age.
Height/Weight: 6’3” 201
Hometown/Region: Solaceon Town, Sinnoh
Military Faction: Currently Mordecai is running as Defense Minister for Kanto in order to replace the recently defected Minster.

Extra items: Mordecai carries a few things on him here and there, most notably is his hunting knife. Having seen quite a bit of life and outlasted the Great War 30 years prior, Mordecai is a tad on the paranoid side when it comes to others and tends to have his hand near it at all times.

He always has a flask on him and a pack of cigarettes. The man smokes like a chimney and doesn’t know much about the threat of cancer—if he did, he probably wouldn’t care either.

Honori carries the majority of his supplies on her great back, so when traveling he’ll carry extra provisions, clothing and hunting gear.

Personality (As recanted by Alastair Landon): “I knew the man once, for a short time when I was lost he was the guy I found. Thirty years ago we met and we were connected by a single event that we’ll both remember for the rest of our lives: The war.

“Mordecai had shown me that he was an honest man locked in his faith in God, Arceus above. Now, I’ve lived for a long time, so when he told me about this, I was skeptical. To me, these beasts were nothing but monsters, but that was a long time before I met my own and grew a completely new understanding and perspective about them.

“I didn’t see it as a flaw, but I didn’t see it as a strength either, at least one that could benefit myself. Mordecai though, he advocated in God’s work, believed that there was a reason behind everything, told me stories about fantastical creatures he met and befriended. He was a happy man then; he smiled a lot, tipped his hat toward friends and strangers alike. After the war,

“Well, he had deadness in his eyes. He was a ghoul and became something of a skeptic. Everything in God’s divine plan seemed to be disappointing him lately and he held out for something good to happen when the world around him kept bleeding out and dying. I think in a way, though I had no hand in the war myself so much as the after math, it stole some parts of both of us, never to return it.

“Now I see him thirty years later, running for Defense Minister. He still believes in the light, a brighter tomorrow. He wants to be positive, but I can tell that the world has run him ragged, that the man is on his last chord and its twisting and unwinding, about to snap.

He has hope in bringing this all to an end, but I have to wonder what it’s going to cost him this time?”

Background (As recanted by Alastair Landon): “During the Great War, Mordecai told me stories of his life. About the people he met, beasts he’d tamed and those that he hunted, he told me about things that I’d heard about a hundred times over before, of happiness, aspirations and then the loss that came with them at times. I knew that his heart was open for doubt, that I am just as venerable as he is in that aspect.

“He told me he made a wish a long time ago in Hoenn. He was vague, but it wasn’t a story I was unfamiliar with myself. He said it was to continue God’s work, but because of it, he had lost both his wife and his three children. I sympathized with him, but somehow I felt like my loss was not comparable to his own. As an old proverb goes: It is a man that wishes he had shoes who encounters another man who has no feet.

“He grew up on a farm, his mother an Indian woman and his father a white man. I could tell he used this aspect of himself to gauge my reaction. I did not judge, it wasn’t something that was my business nor concern. To me, it’s always been the core of the person, and for him, it was the same to some degree.

“For his blood, he would have been frowned upon, however, his father was a pivotal part of the community, providing the town’s main source of food as well as words from the Book of Arceus every Sunday. Because he was respected and revered, his ‘mistake’ for falling in love with an Indian woman was ignored and Mordecai was welcomed into the community. Feeling that even this had been a sign that all things happen for a good reason.

“He told me little about his family other than their deaths, the thought being a brief and gloomy one. I did not press for details, but I imagine, if both he and I shared the same wish back in Hoenn, that their death was a long and lingering one on his mind.

“For 30 years Mordecai and I had lost contact for one another. In the time between, I do not know of his adventures or if he found new love, though the naked ring finger tells enough in its own. I imagine though, that he’d grown weary just as I have and I worry that I may become this man. Deadened by the world and losing hope quicker than sand through an hour glass.”

Pokemon:

Tekoda |Teddiursa | Quirky | Pickup |Gender: Male
personality: “Oh! Ah, hello there mister, ma’m, miss, sir? Sorry, it’s not easy to tell the difference between humans by sight alone. Us Teddiursa are able to tell by smell though, but I’m told it’s not real polite to sniff at people.

“I guess, I’m um, well Mister Jehovah says that I’m a real curious critter, always have my nose where it doesn’t belong. He’s realllllly tall, so I listen to him cause he’s a lot bigger than me and Mama always said that I should listen to my biggerers, my bigger people? I think she said something a might like that. I can’t remember all that well, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen my Mama. I miss her a terrible some, but she always told me to be a brave little Teddiursa and if I was brave long enough I would grow up into a biiiiiiiiigerer bear too.

“I really can’t wait for that, I’ll be able to push over trees, get all my own honey and stay up as late as I want with no one to tell me what to do then! Yup, I’ll be a biggerer bear and be my own boss. Yes, Sir!”

Background: “Well, uh, I guess there’s something to tell there. I’m not that old, so I don’t got as much stories as the other bears I’ve seen about. I used to be told by Mama that little bears eventually take journeys to find themselves.

“I thought it was kinda silly, because I have myself right here wrapped up in fur ‘n’ fluff. Ah well, I thought I’d go do that, so one day, I went and adventured out on my own. I went real far, where the trees and the ground didn’t smell like Mama anymore, well, I got my leg all snared up in some kinda vine that threw down a cave small enough that it only fit me over my head. I was so scared, but Mister Jehovah found me. I was really grateful cause I was terribly scared, but I scraped him a few times cause I never seen a hairless bear before I thought he might eat me.

“I haven’t seen my Mama since, but I don’t plan to until I get biggerer enough to go back home on my own. I’m really happy with Mister Jehovah, even if our first meet wasn’t very kind, he feeds me treats and lets me stay with him when he goes to sleep. He’s kinda like Mama that way, which I really like.”

Honori | Braviary | Brave | Keen Eye| Gender: Male

Personailty: “Honey, I’ll give you an all access peak at my great, fantabulous and wondrous life. In a nut shell, I’m perfection wrapped in feathers. Arceus’s gift to this green earth and His wonderful, lustrous sky. I’ll tell you something else, you’re privileged to be in my great presence, just as my master is on my back when I deign it appropriate—I mean, one has to be generous with the sky, don’t they?

What? Conceited? Ffff, I’ll tell you something that gets my feathers all ruffled up, its turds and naysayers trying to clip my wings with their negativity. I’m not conceited, I love myself—there is a distinct and CLEAR difference my fine grounded friend. I love myself and people should be honored when I share that love of myself with them and accept them into my circle. Now, none of that nonsense you’re speaking. I am perfection. Now talk to the wing.”

Backstory: “Oh, so after upsetting me you want I tell you a story—well hun, you’re lucky, VERY lucky, that I enjoy recanting my adventurous tales. But! Like any good story teller does, I must leave some air of mystery and gaps to fill, hm?

“I imagine its meeting up with Mordecai you wish to know about, so I’ll cut to the meat of it, I’ll leave you wondering about the rest of this auspicious, god-like, history of mine—try not to cry, won’t you?

“It was a dark and stormy night—hey, don’t laugh—a blizzard had taken the region by surprise and yes, even yours truly wasn’t quite prepared, even with my great sharp eyes. The blizzard came on very sudden and the hail that came down beat my wings! I had no choice but to land and seek out some shelter.

“Now, us Braviary’s, while quite accustomed to the jaggedness of the world about us—mountain top living will do that to a guy—we cannot exactly survive the harsh elements without shelter. I know, humble of me to admit, though my reserves and perseverance proved quite strong. I happened upon a human that I wasn’t quite to trusting at first, I tried to peck at his eyes and screech him away. Stubborn thing didn’t flee, only dared to rope my beak shut and led me to a cavern.

“Well, I was quite insulted at the very thought of being led by a human, but Mordecai proved to have had the best interests in mind, the man shared his fire and we managed something of a begrudging truce. I could have certainly found shelter on my own, but that bright orange and red fire, I could not create. So I suppose I’m thankful for what he did to some extent. We’ve been together ever since.”

Inteus | Combusken | Sassy | Blaze |Gender: Male

Personality: “I’m not very excited to answer these questions, really, we’re running a campaign here and I’m required at my master’s side rather than answer frivolous things. However, I will, if I must.

“My personality is one of a realist, pragmatic and to the point. I’m not about supporting and filling other ‘mon’s heads with fluff and fantasy, because really, there’s no grounding in reality for that sort of thing. Though I suppose for some it’s a needed escapism.

“Pessimistic? No, what makes you think that sort of thing?! I’m not pessimistic, I’m a realist, I am grounding where everyone is otherwise floating with their heads up in the sky. Why would you even suggest such a thing. Very rude. I’m not squawking. I’m talking to you in a perfectly calm and civil voice, the higher pitch in my resonance has nothing to do with anything and sdfjklsgjlks!”

Background: “Okay, I’ve taken a breath. Have some water. Yes, yes, everything is in place, everything is dandy.

“Ah yes, my background, something firmly locked in history, I suppose I can dig it up now if you’re interested. It started out before I had even hatched, my egg belonged to a clutch born onto a farm in Hoenn as it’s called. You see, my kind’s eggs are used for humans to eat—a truth that I would have rather remained ignorant to, but there it is—well, a cock had ended up in the roost that night and the eggs were fertilized without the farmer’s knowing. I was then sold directly from the farm into my master’s hands.

“Fortunately for me, the Braivary in his care knew there was something peculiar about the eggs he’d bought and stole away with at least myself before master discovered his food was being robbed from him. My brothers and sisters most likely perished and were served as a meal—though I cannot blame master for this, he did not know. I’m just thankful that I survived in face of all odds.

“As for my relationship with master, we grew closer after a fire that occurred a few years back, I am however, not fond of the ball that he tried to stuff me in. I got out of an egg once; I’m not taking that risk again.”

Kaga | Zoura | Naive | Illusion |Gender: Female

Personality: “Wow, hi there, my name is Kaga—at least that’s what my human calls me. I think it’s a rather beautiful name. Strong, short, but feminine. I’m not sure what it means to humans, but it sure means a lot to me.

“Personality? I’d definitely say that I’m quite loveable, wouldn’t you? Oh please say that you do, because I know anything else isn’t true. I try to be warm and poppy to anyone that I meet, though sometimes it’s a bit difficult. A lot of ‘mons from the wilds and in this ‘arm—ee’ thing are pretty aggressive. I wonder if I was like that at one time too?

“Hm, I was pretty nippy when I first met everybody, I didn’t know who to trust, after all, my fellow Zouras—as few and far in-between as we are—are preeeetty sneaky. I can be too, but I’d rather be upfront and friendly. But that doesn’t mean my feelings can’t be hurt ya know, so don’t think this is all smiles and take it for granted. Because I hate, really HATE being taken for granted, you know? Like I’m always going to be that sunshine in a cloudy day.

“B-but, that’s not to say that I’m a pessimist like that Combusken. I’m just not impervious, you know?”

Background: “Life as a Zoura can be lonely, and it was really. A lot of Zoura’s who were even around pretended to be other Pokémon that they weren’t. I know that it’s natural for us to do this, but I can’t help thinking: If I’m going to shine, why can’t it just be with my face?

“Then I figured out why. People don’t like us. Zoura’s and their parents are viewed as tricksters, thieves and just over all big meanies to humans. I didn’t want to trick anyone, I just really wanted some attention. I thought I could get something from the humans that I didn’t find in my own home and I didn’t at first. So I left, I found a great big craft that floated on the water and went so far away into the ocean that I thought that was the only thing I would ever see for the rest of my life.

“Then I saw a new land, I explored it and met its different people. They weren’t as familiar with my kind as the humans were back at home, and for that, I was very thankful.

“Still, I got into a lot of trouble and eventually met a strong and quite handsome Lucario who showed me into a home where I could stay and eat. His human wasn’t, well, happy about it, but eventually I wove my way into his heart. Chief though, well, he’s a stone wall, but I know I’ll wear him down some day.”

Chief | Lucario | Serious | Inner Focus |Gender: Male
Personality: “The pack leader calls me Chief, I am not certain what this name means completely, only that it denotes that I am the leader when he is absent. I’ve often been labeled as serious and stoic, I merely believe myself a creature that is calm and in touch with their inner nature as my specifies is required to.

“Our spiritual abilities, after all, can be quite volatile otherwise, the leader calls these aura abilities and has mentioned he’s seen them once before. I’ve been attempting to learn the man’s language, but my vocalization continues to come out in a series of barks and growls. However, we have made some progress, he can sense my emotions at the very least, but given that I’m in control of them most times, there is little to reciprocate.

“While I maintain a meditative leash on my actions, I am not completely without emotion, though others would contest this. I am simply more reserved than what they are accustomed to. They are creatures of emotion and instinct while my own concerns lie with perfecting my abilities and becoming as one with the leader.”

Background: “As a pup, the pack leader and I lived a quite life in a cold, snowy region far away from here. I had been abandoned by my own pack, seen as a runt of the litter and for this I’ve continually strived to improve upon myself. I doubt I’ll ever show them or they will see how far I’ve come, but this is more for myself than it is for them.

“I learned to hunt beside the leader, he showed me the things that my pack did not. I followed and instinct set in where there were gaps. I quickly found that I was a natural at hunting and excelled in it, making up for weaknesses the leader’s ability lacked for—but for what he did lack, the leader made up in wisdom and guidance. He told me of many things while we traveled together, though I did not comprehend during the time, being in his company and having his attention brought me happiness.

“As I aged, I began to understand things in his language that I had not previously. He spoke of spirits, he spoke of God and many other things. I believe in him more than I do any other man or creature on this earth and my servitude to the leader will continue well into even the life after this one.”