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Name: Revi Kiyoni
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Description: Moderate’s an unusual, incompatible, and bordering ridiculous adjective available to describe Revi Kiyoni, yet first impressions and that’s all that’s said among the gossip. Giving the thought purchase is her plain jane style, a friend of comfort, snuffing her inner fashionista that would protest loudly to her stainless jeans or the plain top she’s become accustomed to, almost fond of, for the sake of motility. Unless there’s a formal event that specifically calls for a more dolled up appearance, Revi tends to go casual, most commonly found in jeans, a wordless shirt, a cap of some sort, and a jacket, in cases of cold breezes. Even her hair cut’s a little on the drab side, tawny locks parted favoring the left and cut short at the neck. One look and the suggestion left in the eyes of the viewer are standard, typical, and boring.
On the other hand, beyond her wardrobe, Revi can be distinguished by a tendency to be animated, body language, tone, and expressions leading to easy conclusions about her current mood. It can be really humorous if you take into the account she’s… smaller than the average seventeen-year-old, standing fully at 5’3’’ with a slim physique, “fun-sized” as she’ll retort to the giants who mock her a “midget.“ So those crazy gestures, paired with expansive chocolate eyes and thin, flexible brows, assist in conveying her point-of-view, and also negate the assumption that she must be as boring as her exterior implies.
Personality: An obnoxious, egotistic snot of a trainer, Revi’s always bragging about one tall tale or another that she’s encountered, most of them borrowed from people greater than herself or wholly imagined. She aims high, certainly far above her own head, often onto deaf ears of apathetic journeymen who assume she’s bluffing (which she is), but, when someone calls her a liar, they should be prepared for the fact she actually has some talent for battling, backed by a passion and a will to venture into new, odd tactics if her traditional strategies fails. Her optimism’s also uplifting, manifesting in defeat as an enthusiastic ramble that Revi will prevail next time, a symbolic fist punched into the air, and an immediate interest in training, with no regards for limits and the “impossible” and immune to all critiques. For all she is, Revi enjoys battling and that comes with ups and downs of their own sort.
Off the field and onto politics, Revi doesn’t care for them and (“Yeah, you do look fat…”) she’s… ah, learning subtle honesty as the day passes by. Ironically, Revi reacts poorly to people who point out her own faults. She wears her heart on her sleeve, as the saying goes, revealing her thoughts in verbal bubbles that pop out of her mouth automatically, be it compliment or insult and, should that prove dishonest, her body language is especially transparent. Also, Revi’s reckless in action, taking the first plausible solution and immediately deeming it the best without careful evaluation. Luckily, she’s prepared on her feet, able to make split-second decisions, and, left to her own designs, she’ll either pull herself out of a hole or dig herself six feet under.
History: Conceived as the middle of what was destined to be an obnoxiously noisy generation, Revi had to compete for attention with her siblings, summing to six, to either be forgotten in the uncontrollable mix of newborns, blossoming teens, and the issues that came with infancy and puberty or be the illogical center of attention via acting out. At a young age (say around seven,) she consciously decided to be the latter, becoming more obnoxious than her collective siblings combined, resulting in a characteristic loudness and brashness (that remains today.) It was more trouble for her older siblings, who were charged with babysitting a prepubescent Revi while their parents attended to the youngest of the litter, stemming their opportunity to leave on their own Pokemon journey while giving them a handful of stressful responsibilities. The berth of expectations were laid on her eldest brother’s shoulders, the firstborn, and he took it generously, even as her misbehavior started to escalate…
Until Revi turned ten and he was on the brink of adulthood. One day, seemingly at random, he burst into a rant, contrite about things that he could never do because he had the young’uns to look after, concerned that he would be trapped in the Kiyoni’s household until the youngest in the family had hit puberty, and faintly muttering about ambitions to be a Pokemon Champion. Then, the next morning, he was packing his bags, with the blessing of his parents and an appointment to Professor Elm’s lab. He left, with distant promises of returning that Revi, and others within her family, only scarcely dared to believe.
Life went on in Goldenrod City, time passed, and four years after, when Revi was fourteen, he did indeed return… Bearing gifts for his family and a wily grin on his face, a mixture of optimism, pride, and age gleaming in his eyes, looking better than the family had ever seen before. After the hugs and kisses that came with unexpected reunions, like a boiling pot who’s cup runneth over, his exploits and adventures started spilling from his lips before his audience had properly seated themselves in the living room, fermented tall tales fascinating the young of his family and ‘causing his parents to smile proudly. Revi, especially, was rapt to his words, sure that someday she would also like to go on an adventure. After, Pokeball were passed around from her brother’s bag of goodies and she was certain she would follow in the oldest footfalls soon enough.
However, she had to bide her time. Despite a noisy symphony of begging, shouting, and pleading courtesy of Revi, her parents were against the idea of such an unruly child leaving home. Pokemon and strangers of all intentions were out in the world and Revi was nowhere near developed mentally or physically to combat any of her enemies a journey would entail, or that’s what her parents told her. “Bullcocky!” was Revi’s firm reply, only mentioned in private because she did obey them. For three years, she repented for earlier grievances, trying to display attributes assumed of responsible trainers, all the while practicing with Machop for the moment she could explode onto a stadium and hear the overfilled crowds cheering her name in absolute rapture.
Then, an invitation for Battle Island came in the mail, addressed to the oldest brother, who was away at Sinnoh and she took the opportunity to be his replacement, on the boat and on the way to one of the grandest stages of all..
Anything else: Nada.
Pokemon
Species: Machop
Nickname: Princess
Gender: Female
Description: She has a pink ribbon tied on her arm and stickers- oh all the glorious pink hearts, fairy silhouettes, Revi’s occasional addition of a flaming truck, and glittered cursive “Princess” stickers- taped atop her gray skin to establish, without a shadow of a doubt, her gender. Otherwise, like all Machop’s, sculpted with a very masculine body, Princess’ feminine beauty is zero and will likely remain as such as through evolution.
Personality: First and foremost, Machops are not feminine. This is a rule of life Princess’ brothers have embedded into her skull since youth and she’s since developed an extreme complex. From taping juvenile pictures of baby Pokemon to her chest to demanding her trainer introduce her as “Princess” (under the consequences of losing several teeth and rolling around in the ground in pain,) this sensitive Machop is far from accepting of her birth body and is prone to violently protesting those who insist otherwise.
Machop’s started acting pretentious, a habit developed recently. She’ll demand a spoon when eating (by gracefully snatching one from Revi’s arson of silverware), stick her equivalent pinky out when drinking (from the cup she harassed Revi for), and walk in a deliberate, slow manner with her back perpendicular to the ground (which, unwittingly, accents her belly fat inherent to all Machops.) At the end, fun and battle tend to win her heart over and the pretenses rarely hold longer than an hour or two a day before Princess gets fed up with the more domestic behavior and roams around, with not a care in the world.
Special moves: Vital Throw, Seismic Toss, Foresight, Focus Energy, Flamethrower (TM 32), Earthquake (TM 26)
Anything else: Machop is dexterous with her fingers and can gracefully duplicate English script, much to Revi’s chagrin, as her own calligraphy’s chicken scratch. She mainly spams “Princess” in sharpie everywhere, but that’s a minor glitch to her future career as a novelist.
The pokemon you caught on the island:
Species: Zubat
Nickname: Nothing official, but Zubat will respond to Pervert and ******* in equal part.
Gender: Male
Personality: Zubat believes himself royal in a way, a bat man of high class, full of exceptional taste. Only the best should be presented to his front, quite picky in his meals, ignoring Revi’s offering of fried Remoraids, barely keeping his grimace to himself as other Pokemon and persons in his party take to eating what he deems peasant food. Indeed, while the blood from deceased fish could sustain his appetite, he consciously chooses to wait for a more delectable treat, sure many are on the island. What is he hunting for? What elusive prey could he desire? Nothing but the fairer sex can keep him satisfied.
He likes taking sips of women’s bloods, especially enjoying it while it’s fresh, preferably straight out of their necks. The problem? A lot of women don’t like having their blood taken without their consent and they tend to take Zubat’s sampling as offensive, usually to Revi’s expense, sending a glare her way before trying to restore their honor. While the habit is rather grotesque and intrusive, notably, Zubat will take a gentlemen’s role seriously. He dislikes fighting female Pokemon and female trainers.
Oddly enough, he has never bitten Revi after capture and considers Machop a nonentity, genderless, usually dismissing her.
Moves: Leech Life, Mean Look, Confuse Ray, Air Cutter, Heat Wave (Tutor), Hypnosis (Egg)
Species: Chinchou
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Personality: Chinchou is allergic to conflict, which means he probably should have fled when Revi started fishing a while back because he’s not in the right party to maintain his antihistamines. In battle, Chinchou is skittish, feels out of his element, and often the adrenaline will drown out Revi’s commands, yet, he is a loyal Pokemon and will obediently follow demands despite his own reservations. Off the field, Chinchou is a languid Pokemon, choosing a passive lifestyle.
Moves: Confuse Ray, Spark, Bubblebeam, Take Down, Psybeam (Egg), Blizzard (TM)
Notes, notes, notes... Let's see. Didn't actually check if anyone claimed Chinchou so if I'm a thief, I'm sorry, Disregard my claim. Going to be away 'till Sunday because of excessive vacationing, so if there are any issues with the sign-up or the RPG starts then excuse my slow response.