[Waverly Bickett]

Waverly Bickett

Age 23 Birthday March 1st, 1997 Gender Female Pronouns She/Her Orientation Bisexual Faction Freelancer Class Criminal Rank Getaway Driver Occupation Law Firm Assistant / Criminal Consultant Hometown Plum, Arciel Current Residence Unit in Ash, Arciel

Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself? The blonde girl sits a little straighter at the question, staring straight at the interviewer with an almost expressionless face... it's almost kind of unnerving. Her hands gently fold onto the table, clasping each other. "I'm Ms. Bickett. Waverly Bickett. Daughter of Preston and Cassandra Bickett, who are owners of the Bickett Law Corporation." Her head tilts slightly, as if the girl is deep in thought, her eyes analysing the room she's been put in as she attempts to scope out her surroundings.  "I am currently an assistant as Ash Cities 'Paws to Claws United' Law Firm, which is a firm that defends the rights of pokemon. That is how I would describe myself." The interviewer looks a little offput by her straightforward answers, unnerved by the concept they might actually be talking to a robot. They ask her to be more specific, especially about descrbing herself. What do friends think of her? When introducing her to others, what would they say? Waverly brings a hand up from where it was clasped, and the interviewever believes they're finally getting somehere! Only for her to adjust her ponytail and let it fall back to where it was. "My parents would say this is our daughter. Valedictorian of Ivy Law, class of 2018. She is an incredibly smart girl and has a knack for Criminal Law- or... perhaps that is what they would have said..." There's a pause in her tone, a slight stumble to her voice. Her eyes draw themselves to the interviewers face now, and the corner of her lip quirks up ever so slightly. "I was fired from my original job at the start of this year. I worked in Plum City in the Merrington Criminal Law Firm. I had wanted to be a Criminal Lawyer... since I was small. There have been a few articles written about me, I was rather infamous at the time." Her lips return to their tightened state and her gaze moves to once more roam about the room, she really seems to be searching for something, huh? "I... am happier now. Where I am. So it's no issue." Well... The interviewer feels that's all they're going to get out of Waverly for this question and nods their head, shifting their papers to get to the next one. Why are you interested in the class you've chosen? Waverly simply hums every so softly, gaze travelling upwards to the roof. A few miniscule counts are mentally counted before she allows her voice to properly carry. "Is it not obvious, why I wish to be a researcher?" Apparently it was not, as the interviewer simply gives her an unimpressed narrowing of their eyes.  The blonde makes an effort to shift in her seat, getting herself more comfortable as if she's about to tell a large tale- only to simply say "I am a former criminal lawyer. I'd like to research more about the law, get to understand what is incorrect with it and what can be changed about it, and further help Arciel in the progress with the knowledge that I gain." Her eyes blink a little longer than usual. "Does that make it more obvious?" There's a flicking of paper, an adjusting of glasses and the interviewer, instead of answering her, goes directly into the next question. Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region? Waverly raises an eyebrow every so slightly, full attention turning to the interviewer before her. "I work here. I have a job here. I was raised here." But there was so much more. So much more that Waverly couldn't say. The interviewer really, really din't like her bluntness and raised their pen, pointing the clicker towards her to prompty her to speak more. A very small puff of air left Waverly and she shifted once more, gaze moving to the wall besides her. "As a member of the Bickett family, it would also harm the family name further if I were to move away and start up unneccsary rumours. Arciel is the best place for me." Oh! Now that has gotten the interviewer's attention. Waverly unclasped her hands instead to drum her nails gently against the wood of the table, a very soft 'tap-tap-tap' pattern keeping her from getting impatient. The interview went to question her about the 'further' aspect, however Waverly only shook her head at them. "If you are unaware, then frankly I shouldn't tell you. You can do your own research after this, ma'am." What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else. Her nails stop their tapping on the wood, a sign of her being in thought. It doesn't take too long for her to formulate worss, however. "My parents would say my best attribute would be my studying ability. I take in information quickly, and remember it well..." The interviewer can sense there's a but coming, and, true to their senses, Waverly tilts her head downwards slightly, tearing her eyes away from them "I believe my best attribute is my beliefs. Not in any sort of releigious sense, more-so in how I feel about the legal system. it needs fixing, it needs work. And my belief in that? Is what keeps me motivated. Without it my whole character would perhaps be strained." What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now! Waverly tilts her head at the interviewer, and her tongue clicks once in her mouth. "Out of all the positive and negative traits that make up a person... it is... hard to pick out the worst. So instead I will just say one." She leans forward a little, beckoning the interviewer closer, as if Waverly was about to spill the secrets of the world. A small shifting of her body, a delicate pursing of her lips, and a soft whisper of- "I am too blunt. The way I phrase things is structured and precise, as my parents taught me. Doing otherwise would defame them." She leaned back, and the Interviewer could only stare at her like she'd betrayed their trust. Waverly just shrugged. "It is hard to be emotive sometimes, or most times. I cannot shake the ways of the court from myself, or... what was strictly reminded over and over by my parents." Oh. Now that sounds like some kind of secret being told, a tiny hint of something... if only the interviewer could peek more into Waverly's family life! What was your childhood like? How was school? For a moment, the girl seems to go stiff- stiffer than usual. Her lips press together firmly and her eyes, now slightly widened move to stare at the interviewer before her. There was persons a semblance of fear swirling amidst her eyes, but that would go unnoticed to the untrained eye. "Good. As Lawyers, the Bickett's knew how to properly raise a child." Well didn't that sound programmed? The interviewer blinks at Waverly, and Waverly blinks back. It takes her a moment or two to relax her shoulders, knowing the interviewer will not be satisfied with her words. "I was expected to be a lawyer, it was in my birthright. I was taught how to properly speak, properly present myself to the public. A lawyer must have a perfect poker face, so I was also taught how to keep a straight face through emotional times." She seems to register a slight waver in her voice and takes a breath, her gaze settling on the wall behind the interviewer rather then at them. "I got a choice of what type. I took an interest in defending criminals and spent... almost as long as I can remember studying for that precise role in my life." The interviewer reminds her that she also needs to speak about her life at school, and Waverly nods her head. That is fine. "I went to a prestigious private school in Plum, it was kinder through to high school. It was small, a school of a hundred students- some of Arciel's most elite. I did not graduate top of my class, as the school cared more for sciences and did not offer proper law courses, but I was tutored by both my parents and people they work with and studied hard on the side." There's a breath she takes before she continues. She doesn't look interviews, especially when she is usually the one who helps conduct them to get information from a client... or... that she- uh- used to. "I then went to Ivy Law School for three years, and graduated when I was twenty-one. I was valedictorian of my graduating class, and through reccomendations I took an offer to work at a Criminal Defense firm. But, you only asked about childhood and school. So that is all I feel I must say." She... almost sounds entirely detatched from it all. Like she's telling the story about a famous scholar for a history project. Perhaps... the interviewer needs to drill deeper? How is your relationship with your family? There was an exhale of breath, Waverly did not look impressed. Her hands moved to cross over her chest then, showing her being closed off from the questioning. "It is not any of you buisness for the personal lives of the Bickett's. Both me and my parents, if you must be aware, are doing very well. They are not dissapointed in me, and as such I thrive." She sounded... very off about the last bit. The truth was, Waverly's parents dislike her very much right now. They looked down on her after she got fired from the Merrington Criminal Law Firm. Their duaghter? A failure. Waverly resents them, but she does understand where they're coming from and the world their lives have been in, the harsh justice system. What do you like to do for fun? "Studying." It was a quick answer, which has the interviewer stunned for a solid second. Waverly just blinks, and then follows up with, "And researching. Mainly new laws. How they are being implimented across different regions. news artcicles. Criminal news." That... seemed fair. The girl seemed dull enough to not have any hobbies, but still, they enquired. Waverly had had enough of this interview. It wasn't like onces she has had to do on behalf of her parents, it was meaningless and she didn't see the point. "My hobbies are researching and studying. That is all," What are your feelings on romance? ...On romance? The interviewer was scarping the bottom of the barrel here, trying their hardest to get more out of this girl. Waverly stayed firm, however, moving to rest her chin on her palm. "That's private information." Her free hand once more began tapping softly on the wood, nails making a very soft sound. "But, if it is truly neccesary for this. My parents wish for me to marry a lawyer and have lawyer children. I do not wish for that. If there is one thing i'm allowed free reign over, it's who gets my heart, or if I keep it to myself." ...The corner of her lip quirked up them, the sembalnce of... a smirk? A smile? A grimace? The interviewer couldn't be sure. "I may not even ever have children, especially if my parents are going to be incredibly involved in my life." She dropped her hand from her chin then, her poker face once more sweeping across her features. "Love for some characters is important for plot progression, for others it is not neccesary. I am not in full control of my story, but I wouldn't be against one day being with somebody once I am." it... didn't... sound like she was talking about her anymore? Some kind of story? Characters??  And she hasn't stopped. "For now all the love I need is platonically from my partner John. I have an alarm set on my phone from 7am to 6pm on the hour. Every time it rings I hug him. The release of oxytocin sometimes helps my body through stressful times, and John enjoys hugs." Partner?! She has somebody? No. Waverly does not. She does not inform the interviewer that John is her Wynaut that she got as a graduation gift who wears the best red-bow tie in existence.  What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term. Oh. That was a better question. Waverly settles some, one ankle locking behind the other. "I'm going to get back in the law buisness- oh- and do... rearcher things. But after that, my main goal is to get back into Criminal Law in some way." Cryptic but... it may work. Waverly continues, a far-off look in her gaze. "I also want to study more." ...That... that was very vague. But Waverly cannot be honest with the interviewer. it would very well get her arrested on the spot. Instead, she stares at the interviewer, blinking to break tension. "Is that all?" If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why? Waverly gives the interviewer an incredibly deadpan look, not that she's had any other look pass across her features during this interview. The interviewered seemed a tad nervous. This had nothing to do withrecieving a trainer lisence, it was just a needless question. She tapped her nails once more on the bench before her, and then after a few moments answered, "Wynaut. So me and John can be the same height and have proper legal discussions" Oh?! Oh! John was a Wynaut! That seems to make sense to the interviewer, especially since it didn't seem like Waverly had an actual partner when the name had been mentioned before.  What do Pokemon mean to you? Finally! A slightly better question. The interviewer seems interested enough, as Waverly slightly leans back in thought, contemplating her answer for a few seconds. "I work for a pokemon rights law firm. Pokemon are valued in society and incrdibly imprtant, their presence is very comforting. I like them. And I like working with them on cases." Surely she meant past tense? Because she mentioned she's an assistant now, but the interviewer can't fault her for that. Her explanation wasn't exactly the exciting reveal that the interviewer was expecting. They deflate a little in their seat once more. This girl just seemed plain. Plain, and normal. When were the exciteable trainers coming in? Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go? "No." Her tone is clipped. She stares at the interviewer, the interviewer stares back. Perhaps there is a moment of silence as the interviewer looks over their notes and what they've been told before they nod. They bought it. Waverly is free to go. Little did the interviewer know exactly who they were giving a trainers lisence to, and that the girl was not a researcher, rather a Criminal Consultant who worked with Criminals to aid them in the legal side of their endevours, as well as help them get the lowest possible charge on their cases- Who steals on the side and truly wants to raise hell. She doesn't care about who she may hurt in the process, all she cares about is making a point. A point about the law, the legal system- and in turn wants to overthrow it. Waverly is a simple girl. A simple girl who is a little bit angry.

Appearance

Height 5'6" / 168 cm Build Lithe, yet ever so slightly Muscular Hair Color Blonde Eye Color Mauve

Waverly is a thin girl with light skin and choppy, long blonde hair. She cuts her own hair, and it is very obvious. Her eyes are a deep purple in colour. Rarely does she wear makeup, only foundation and mascara if she has any sort of meeting.  Typically, she has a very monotone expression of her face, lips often pressed together very neutrally. Her most expressive feature is her eyes, which often crinkle when she is hapy, squint when she is questioning something, or avoid eye-contact when she is feeling uneased. There are times her expression may crack or falter, and that is often when she feels comofortable and not at-edge in her current situation. Very rarely is she out of buisness suits and skirts. Most of her closet it made up of them or dark, very modest and formal blouses and pants. Of course, she often attempts to hide small trivial things like a superhero pen, or a supervillain ring in her outfit more-so to show she is her own person. They go unnoticed by her parents typically, and are one of her favourite tiny acts of rebellion against the life they attempted to make for her. Her hair is very rarely down. She often has it up in a tight ponytail or bun. She isn't very familiar with styling it. When she is taking part of anything criminal related often it is pulled all the way out of her face, fringe included, with a headband.  The girl has spent a number of years secretly imitating fight scenes from comic books that she's read, she's also begun to take up training with a client of hers for more interesting jobs, due to this she has begun to build muscle. Aura A very firm, unwavering expanse of solid orange, with a soft cyan colour tickling around it's edges as it fades out. It's both strong in form and shape, and very rarely changes shape or pattern.

Skills, Abilities, & Notoriety

STANDARD SKILLS Agility 0 Charisma 0 Cooking 0 Crime 15 Dexterity 5 Farming 0 Fishing 0 Gaming 0 Luck 5 Medic 0 Mining 0 Performance (Type) 0 Research 10 Stamina 10 Stealth 10 Strength 10 Survival 0 POWER SKILLS Aura 0 Psychic 0 Abilities Ability N/A NOTORIETY Reputation 0 Fame 20 Alignment 0 - Neutral Other Notes Wavely Bickett is not who she claims to be. Ex Criminal Defense Lawyer turned Criminal. Waverly uses her knowledge in law to help criminals- for a price, of course. She wishes to help them get away with as much as possible, essentially to cause society and the justice system to collapse in on itself so it can properly be rebuilt and actually be fair. But of course, that is a very big aspiration. Waverly also... just wants to steal for the hell of it, aid crimes as they happen. Doing something so unlike what she was raised for, something that would destroy both her mother, her father, and her former job. She feeds off the adrenaline, off the fun she has- because it's one of the only times she's ever felt this way and... felt truly free and in control of her life. BACKSTORY: (3000 words) Preston Bickett came from a long line of lawyers, and had spent his whole life working up to wanting to be ‘more’ than just a lawyer. He was only a freshman in Ivy Law when he met his wife, Cassandra Lee (Bickett). She had big dreams, and even bigger goals! Cass wanted to start her own law firm, a firm with multiple branches under it, a firm that could stand with pride. The two graduated merely a year apart and quickly got engaged. With Preston’s background and money, he was able to work with his family to help accomplish his beloved’s dream, the two successfully opening and marketing the Bickett Law Corporation before they turned 25. They hadn’t expected it to become so famous so quickly and found themselves swimming in cash that they had no idea what to do with. All they knew were their jobs, and their positions in the company. At least, that was until Cassandra got pregnant. They were quick to marry, and even quicker to attempt to figure out some kind of game-plan for their child. A Bickett. A child who was going to be known around the region and renowned just for bearing their name. It was obvious they were going to be a lawyer, all Bickett’s were lawyers, after all! But, balancing a child with work they assumed would be difficult… so, they had come up with a solution. They would raise their future child… in a very non-traditional manner. Rather than being slowly introduced to the world of the legal system in the court, they would be raised around it. Brought into work, taught tactics at an early age- that way Cassandra and Preston wouldn’t have to spend too much time on them and the child would be able to be an asset to their legal team, and perhaps would help with the companies marketing. Unfortunately. As the Bickett’s would discover only years, and years later, their youthful obliviousness on how to properly raise a child would lead to the utter mess that would be their only child’s life. Their only child, who was given the name Waverly. Perfect, and stern, and unique. Waverly Bickett, they thought, would one day be a house name. A name people would turn to. And in some ways. They would be right. Just for all the wrong reasons. The first few years of her life were unmemorable. Cassandra was a distant mother, constantly busy, handing her off to assistants, or to nannies. Preston for the first two or so years tried his best, at least. Waverly was a sweet baby, she adored stuffed animals, and giggling, and would grab at the assistants when they passed her in the halls of Bickett Law, viewing them more as parents then her actual parents. They would smile at her and hold her chubby little hand when she heard yelling down the hall, or when a rowdy client would come in whatever department was in charge of taking care of her. Sometimes they even let her play with their pokemon! She gave tours to reporters and had a tiny little corner in the Law Corporation all to herself, with a playpen and a plethora of teddies. She has more early memories of being in cots in the Law building then in her family home. That would change by the time she was five. She could toddle now, she had such bright eyes, such high energy! She was inquisitive, and giggly- and not at all what a future lawyer should be. So what, she was five? She would be impressionable, she would learn quick. There was a moment that changed Waverly’s life. A moment that would stay in her memory. A moment between a child and a parent that no child should experience, a moment that Waverly still remembers vividly. An accident where she injured herself, where her crying was seen as unlawyer like. A moment that became more then just a moment, that became the norm whenever she did anything her parents did not approve of. It was not physical, it never was. It was the craft of two lawyers adept at manipulation, and left their young daughter with a terrible fear of being locked up. Of tight spaces. It left their daughter a shell of what she once was, terrified of talking out of line, of laughing, of crying. Her mother became trigger-happy with her punishments, and her father didn’t see the harm. Showing emotions should never let their opponents know what was going on inside their head, and Waverly needed to learn. By the end of this year she was enrolled in a private school in Plum City. A small two-floor expanse in a large thirty floor tower where only the most ‘elite’ students went. White walls, white uniforms, clear windows, monotone. There were no parks to play at. Most of the students were very focused on learning, on doing what their parents did. It was strict, it wasn’t kind. And each day one of her parents assistants would pick her up and take her home, walking down a cold, concrete footpath. Past other school zones, where children would play happily. Where Waverly would try and catch their eye and for a moment try and live their life, to imagine what it would be like to be like them. Kickball. Hopscotch. Those were things of fantasy to Waverly. Her bedtime stories were law textbooks. Her breakfast table talks with her parents were about how to corner somebody on the witness stand. By Seven, Waverly was restless. Restless. And tired. Tired of the constants. Tired of being flicked or jabbed lightly when she smiled when her grandmother visited. Tired of her parents setting up mock-debates where she would lose, over why she should clean her room, why it was damaging to society if she gave into their standards on remaining youthful and compliant in spoiling children and not taking advantage of their capabilities. Waverly didn’t understand most of the words. But she knew that she shouldn’t smile, or laugh, or frown. If she let people know what she was feeling she would get locked in her room. Or flicked. When she started to flinch when she accidentally did something is when her mother saw her job as complete. Assistants were worried about the child’s complete change in behaviour, especially after the few years they had practically raised her. But if they brought it up, they were fired. By nine, Waverly had her own laptop to do her own studies. Barely big enough to see the screen when it was on her desk, she struggled to type with her tiny fingers. She did not know what she was supposed to research or do- so her parents would make her watch documentaries and take notes. Notes that usually were just ‘the man had very green eyes’ or ‘he yelled a lot. mum said that can count as a scare tactic.”. By ten, however, a comment on one of the documentaries she was watching about mental illness within the prison system would change her life forever. A referral to somebody names ‘The Joker’. Waverly had assumed him to be some sort of peculiar criminal with a large backstory, it would make sense since he had a codename- only… he was fictional. She was intrigued however by the world made up around him and began researching deeper, and deeper- comic book villains, heroes, they became something the little girl was obsessed with. At first, she just researched the characters- And then she discovered comic piracy. The young girl quickly became obsessed with comics- out of all the things her parents controlled in her life, they never caught on. She went from spider-man to poison ivy comics, reading whatever she could and, at one point, would write little analysis pieces on these characters. As she grew up this was her one little act of rebellion, in a world where she felt she couldn’t be free, where she couldn’t do anything but what her parents wished for. As she progressed through school she was the perfect child. Interviews were done with press who adored the Bickett’s expansive business. By thirteen, she made her dream of being a criminal defendant heard, nobody knowing it stemmed from her adoration of villains from comic books and her want to understand them more. Those in the media called her an ice princess, a spoilt brat, unreadable. Waverly ignored the media. She was very nearly top of her class in most subjects, studying hard and spending most of her free time with her nose in law textbooks or secretly reading comics online. Unfortunately, she didn’t graduate top of her class. Her top skills were all in the aspect of law, and her skills in things like science and mathematics were not top tier. Her skills and namesake however earned her various scholarship offers from law schools around Arciel, and after much debate the girl settled on a prestigious campus in Ivy. It was her first time away from home. Her first taste of freedom. She owned a dorm room she could decorate however she liked, she was in charge of what she ate, what she said- she was still terrified of speaking when it was not necessary, speaking in lingo, saying something un-respectable. Of showing how she felt. It felt like there was always somebody watching her, ready to tell- and besides, what her parents had done was for the best, it was better for a Lawyer to display herself as monotone so she cannot be read. She indulged in various sweets constantly, finding herself in love with caramel, and she would often go out of her way to visit the sweet shop down the road after classes, or the coffee shop in the lower floor of the law campus where they mixed caramel in with coffee. It was a secret act of rebellion, one of many she allowed herself. She also would take routine visits to the comic book store further into town, where she would find herself purchasing in mass. She was finally able to own her own copies, and took owning and researching them almost as seriously as she took her own three-year degree. Thirty page character analysis’ were done on various criminals, she studied their fighting techniques, their motives- really anything she could think of. Her dorm was littered with tubs full of comic books and other memorabilia. She had ‘the flash’ sheets, captain America pajamas, joker socks…. She truly was a closet fanatic. Outside of her dorm room she was quiet, and focused, and wore clothing that truly represented her future career. It was very uncommon to see her out of a pantsuit or with her hair down. She graduated top of her graduating class in 2018, a valedictorian. Most people assumed that Waverly would go straight to Bickett Law, where she would work in the criminal defense department, however, Waverly had other plans. The girl received countless job offers, which she took time and care in looking over. Her parents also offered her a congratulatory pokemon egg after she graduated, the pokemon was supposed to be her partner in law. Waverly was unsure about it, especially since her parents didn’t have partners of their own… but once the egg hatched, into a baby Wynaut who she caringly gave the name ‘John’, he became her only friend, and her closest confident. She took to teaching him all she knew while she dwelled on her job placements, reading him law textbooks until he slept, adorning him with only the most professional bow-ties and ties. He found an interest in swindling other pokemon, and he cared deeply for Waverly. It was a susprise to everybody but Waverly that the girl decided on a law firm hat was not Bickett Law. Her parents attempted to be supportive, since she was at least going in to a lawyer career, but they constantly held the hope that she would come back and work for them, especially since the firm she decided on was in her hometown. She ended up finding a smaller firm in Plum called Merrington Criminal Law Firm. Working for them, she would later find out, would be a huge mistake. The companies head had it out for the Bickett’s, seeing them as being his personal rivals, and having their daughter in the palm of his hand was the best thing that could have happened to him. Waverly at first was oblivious. Right at the start of her career she had no chance. Cases nobody wanted to defend were given to Waverly, cases so despicable with top lawyers on the prosecutors sides that there was little to no chance at winning. She was set to defend irredeemable characters, who had done crimes that most would see as heinous, and it only got worse and worse. As a freshly graduated student she was given things expected of people many years into the career, it was obvious she was fighting a losing battle. No matter how much she tried to win her cases, to get a decent sentence for those she was defending, it was all for nothing. And just when she thought she was close, the law firm would pile more and more work on her, leaving it difficult for her to focus on her trial. News travelled fast, rumours spiralled, Waverly Bickett was the laughing stock of the Law community. She was seen as a disgrace to lawyers, and often would be spoken about like she was an awful person, especially for defending who she did. She grew restless, uncomfortable with the way people spoke about her, but never once did she speak out. She was determined to win a case, determined to try. She would never let them know they were bothering her. She took to trying to keep herself positive. Hourly alarms set to hug John so she could feel better and release chemicals that put her kind at ease. More comics and figurines and clothing were purchased as a means for therapy. After her thirteenth case went sour, Waverly had decided she needed to fix her name herself. She went against contract- taking on clients from outside the company pro-bono to defend and help them through their cases, winning a few- and then suddenly she was caught. Disgracefully, Waverly was fired at the start of 2020. Her name was all over the news once more, and her parents had never been so disappointed. Waverly was ridiculed, shamed, her very personality and trouble expressing emotions was also put in the spotlight- words like privilege, taking advantage of her birthright were used, it was all hard to keep track of. Waverly barely had time to comprehend it all and took to staying off news sites altogether. There was a brief month where she had no work and her parents were too mad to contact her, and in that time Waverly wasn’t happy. She felt it was unfair she was fired for wanting to help people, especially when the company she was at took advantage of those they knew would not win to get as much money as possible from them. It was then she had an idea. A brave idea. She would work underground and aid guide criminals through court cases, advise them on how to get the smallest sentence possible and undermine the statements of their witnesses. The court system was unfair, bribes were all the rage, and Waverly sought the need for change and what better way then take the system down? This was how she viewed it. She would work with all sorts of criminals, often finding them online through various online profiles she had created. Often they were desperate for help, and she was very willing to give them the help they needed. It was thrilling- it was fun. But that was not all of what she had done. A lot of the talk from her clients had got her antsy, perhaps a little interested in the criminal life. She saw her life mirrored in the villain backstories in comic books, finding similarities and, in her biggest act of rebellion yet began doing more then just consult legal cases from criminals under the laws noses. She began stealing, aiding in robberies, being lookout anything that had a decent pay turnout. It filled her with adrenaline and an energy she had never felt before, an emotion so different from what she was used to that... she craved more. She was meticulous in planning, and if questioned by those she worked with would always see it as she was overall doing good for society, working to bend them into better shape and help them realise that the system itself had to be changed through the amount of crime being done and gotten away with. March was when her parents found a job for her. In Ash City. A small law firm that had nothing to do with criminal defence, called Paws to Claws united. She was nothing but an assistant to a man whole loved his coffee black and a firm who had no care for sweets. She was bored. And she was spiteful. She had her own unit which was a front for her consulting business, and she quickly adjusted from helping them with law cases to advising them on ways to evade the law while doing criminal activities. She saw herself as a supervillain with good intent. And she wouldn’t have it any other way. Perhaps it was wrong, perhaps it was selfish and bad... but With her darling John by her side, she was going to change the world. And, if she went to jail in the process? Perhaps her parents reputation would be so completely tarnished they would never be able to get back from it. She would enjoy that, and perhaps be able to genuinly smile once more without fear of them. Pokemon Starter Option Hard Mode Option A  - Wynaut (John) - Male - NonShiny - Large - Telepathy HA - N/A Egg Moves OOC or IC? OOC, She has past history. Gem Spending? 6 gems for 20 fame. OOC Info Played By Overlordie Face Claim Kudelia Aina Bernstein from Mobile Suit Gundam

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	Wynaut Lv5
		5 Energy
	Large	Brave
	Telepathy
MOVES
Splash, Safeguard, Counter, Mirror Coat

STATS
HP: 150	Atk: 0	Def: 0
SpA: 0	SpD: 0	Spe: 0
NOTES
Personality, Tags, will scroll