Long ago, the region of Orre was a place of untold danger, where two groups: Cipher and Snagem, wished to rule the region through the power of shadow pokemon. Pokemon who's hearts had been closed and were used as machines to fight rather than as partners to the trainers who caught them. These groups were defeated by courageous young trainers who wished to free pokemon from these fates and restore peace back to Orre. That peace has lasted many years and perhaps has done more bad than good for the region of Orre. With so much peach, how will the region react to the rumors of Cipher returning once again? The peace has been a blessing indeed, but with peace always springs a new enemy that wishese to destroy it once again. Which side shall you choose in this endless struggle between peace and chaos?
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CipherEx male hetero thirty-two years old
Has Snag Machine
Has Indicator
currently offline
Played By faceless
A moon rises while a sun sets. The gritty desert of the region became a calm wanderscape; life going to sleep while waking up all at once. Like a flip of the coin, it only changes on the surface - what one sees. Heat and fire becomes cold and rain.
Had it ever rained in the Orre region? Surely so, at some point in time. A world of pure, crystalline water eats away at rocks and earth, filtering down the naked minerals and eventually forming what humans call sand. Perhaps the process is more complex, but the evidence stated all. The region of Orre must have had water, natural or artificial. Agate Village, Gateon Port, and Phenac City; prime collectors for a resource that is constantly being reborn with the weather's little fits of self-mistaken identity. And at the entrance to the third on this list stood Eustace.
The air was cold, but his attire was still trapped in the summer days: a pair of bland and black jeans were keeping a tank-top in place, a black belt holding it together. He'd have worn sandals, but his coal-colored boots were brand new and begging to broken in, what with their silver laces and shiny polish.
He didn't care, why would he? This was not the far east. Fashion here just meant someone had a few extra coins to expend. Fashion here only mattered when the demand for clothing was becoming a riot, and there was hardly a time such a thing was desired.
No, it was obvious that his attire was not the focus. He had been stalking for this place--this home of his--for some time. Months, perhaps even years, and here he stood, lips a flat line of apparent disinterest, and both hands snug in his pockets. His eyes were hard as stone, looking left and right as one or two people walked to and fro, doing what they would.
He didn't recognize them. The people he knew would've gotten wind of his return and stood at the gates, torches and pitchforks in hand. An exaggeration, but words often became weapons to be grasped.
He was here not for his sake, but for that of Diego. Two slow steps, and he began to walk into the past, heading to the place he once called home.
"Oh it's not that bad once you get used to it." Evan was pretty sure he hadn't seen this one before. Or if he had it was not more than once or twice. He remembered faces well, especially one's with blue hair attached. It helped to know who one's enemies and friends were with a glance after all. This one though, was not familiar. "Or maybe I just haven't been here long enough to start hating the place." he continued, it was true enough. He'd only been in Phenac long enough to inherit and old bar purely because its previous owner had no one else to give it to. It was where he was headed now before he got a call from one of the workers yelling about how the owner was nowhere to be found when he should have been. [break][break] "You from around here? I don't think I've seen you before." his off colored eyes (black where they should have been white, red where should have been colored, he hadn't decided whether he should divulge the secret to them yet) held a friendly curiosity. Most might have thought better of intruding like this but he rarely thought before he acted or spoke, simply did. He'd deal with trouble it brought after. "Name's Evan by the way, you?" He added in before the other could speak. He talked swiftly and often talked too much for the likes of other people but it was simply how he was. [break][break] His tone was friendly and the hand he held out was rough from too many days spent outside rather than inside beneath a shelter giving roof. He'd spent most of his life that way, out in the open rather than hidden away in the box like everyone else. Sometimes it felt odd to the man to be inside a building for longer than a day. It wasn't what he was used to by far. The rest of him looked the part too, well worn boots beneath well worn jeans, this pair only had a couple of tears at least and his old tank top fit loosely beneath his old leather jacket. Evan had always looked the part of a man that been around the bend a time or two. Despite it and the chill settling in for the night he was, as always, smiling warmly.
CipherEx male hetero thirty-two years old
Has Snag Machine
Has Indicator
currently offline
Played By faceless
It says a lot when someone says they hate their own home. It means a lot when that home is never in the same place. To this vagabond, his home became the shoes he wore on his feet; his bed and pillow became the dollars he offered. This city, this oasis in a forsaken land, was no longer his home. His eyes went from building to building, seeing some old and some new. The two big ones hadn't changed and, sadly, his final destination was the one in the very center of this Sootopolian City.
There was a place he could lay himself to rest... Yet there was no smile. His lip twitched, a low growl ready to bark out after storming the doors and choke-holding the nearest innocent. There was a reason for such violence, and Diego had nothing to do with it. Again, the line in his journal kept repeating itself. There was someone here of whom could assist and guide a mending.
It was not the individual speaking to Eustace, "Oh it's not that bad once you get used to it." His only response was to roll his eyes and give some acknowledgement to the speaker. Out of place, unkempt, and unfit for living here. That was this kid, and he wouldn't stop talking. "You from around here? I don't think I've seen you before."
"Yeah, I used t-""Name's Evan by the way. You?" The twitch came back, stopping into a small scowl that was complimented by a narrowed gaze. Eustace turned away at the offer to shake hands. If anything, he'd just keep on walking and ignore him. He would, and he could but, something in the back of his head dropped anchors into the ground, and he stood in place.
"Fuck's sake... Yeah, I used to live here as a kid. Left to travel abroad and keep these pansies happy. You can call me Crocodile, but don't ask. I just showed ya." Pansies. Most of the locals here wouldn't appreciate that, but that's how he felt about them. One little mishap and everyone grew too afraid of you. The kids would look up, but the adults and elders would shun you away. An exaggeration? Perhaps, but it was an accurate one. "You live here?"
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