Set in the original region of Arciel, Legends Rising is a route-inspired, but not strictly route-based, Pokemon roleplay. Pick a faction, pick a class, and strike out into the wild to take on the League, master Contest coordination, research the mysteries of Pokemon and Arciel, and much, much more. Will you be a classic trainer? A criminal? A farmer? Choose your destiny on Legends Rising.
Post by Kaisei Nebula on Jan 25, 2020 23:14:52 GMT
December 18, 1999
Catallia City, Johto
Tell us a little about yourself. How would you describe yourself?
“Me? There’s not much to say. Kaisei Nebula, 20 years old, single, from a little village in Johto. Sagittarius. Blood type O. Just another run-of-the-mill aspiring trainer looking to make his mark on the region.” He smiles and extends his hand to shake the interviewer’s own.
That was a lie, of course. His real name isn’t even Kaisei Nebula. (“What kind of a name is Sea-Star Starcluster? Something out of a manga?”) The legal name on his trainer card is SATOU, REN, but he’s changed between so many aliases over the years that it’s not even worth it to try to make a fake ID anymore.
Why are you interested in the class you've chosen?
“I like training Pokemon. I like battling Pokemon. The competition is so thrilling!” He laughs heartily.
The truth is closer to “underground fight club” than “League regulated competition.” Ever since he dropped out of the Johto League, sick of all the “trials” and “tests” he was being made to pass before he could get down to the actual battling, he’s been putting his ‘mons through scraps wherever he can find them. A few friends in low places got him a foot into the door of illegal pit fighting, where you place your bets at the door, keep it clean, and say nothing when the wrong people start asking questions. He’s not above the occasional vigilante work as well, usually on behalf of said “friends.”
Why are you interested in training in Arciel? Why not another region?
“Because of the tournament, of course. It’s so exciting! Arciel is the place to be right now. Everyone’s talking about it. You’ve really gone above and beyond to draw the most worthy competition.”
Because your customs officials are a bunch of morons, he thinks. At least according to some chatter he read on the Dark Web, what did they let in, like, five criminals in a week? And the Rangers didn’t have a clue what was up with the subsequent string of Pokemart robberies?
What’s more, it’s one of the few regions that the International Police haven’t gotten their grubby hands all over yet. He could use a place to lay low for a while, after how that disastrous last fight went. Someone blew the whistle and the place was swarming with cops. He’d had to sell off most of his team just to pay the warden’s bribe, and the rest to get ship’s passage. And then there was that text message from Eri at the worst possible moment, when he just had to let slip how “excited” he was to be on a “new journey…”
He still kinda missed Gator.
What do you consider your best attributes? They can be physical, mental, social, or anything else.
“Well, I don’t like to brag, but--” Oh, who the fuck was he kidding. He flashed a weak smile again.
He counts them off on his fingers. “One. My battling skills. I’ve spent many years studying the best strategies for overcoming my opponents in Pokemon battles. I’d like to think I’m pretty smart. Two. My good looks and charm. I dress to impress, I train my body, I eat right, and I have to say it’s gotten me places. Three. My unyielding ambition. All the talents in the world don’t mean a thing if you don’t put them to proper use. I know what I want, and I know how I’m getting there.”
He doesn’t mention the aura power, as much as he’s proud of it, as much as it proved an enormously useful asset in a mon-beat-mon world. Some things are best kept under wraps.
What do you consider your worst attributes? Be honest, now!
Perhaps he should have mentioned the aura power after all.
Something in the air shifts, the moment the interviewer says the word “honest,” and what seemed to initially be a run-of-the-mill grey aura is now a fog that oppresses the room, like a heavy storm cloud. The interviewer’s expression doesn’t change. But, from repeated exposure to the kind of person who Is Not To Be Messed With, he knows.
“I... “ he gathers his thoughts as he sips at his water. “I guess there are some things about me that people might take the wrong way. Charm can be described as superficial and vain. My passion for battling, as bloodthirsty. Ambition, as greed.”
He swallows before continuing. “The truth is… trying to be at the top? I guess you could say it’s isolating. I haven’t always had the best of friends. I haven’t always been the best of friends. I didn’t always make the best decisions when I was younger, and admittedly dumber -- but, I’m trying to get away from that,” he says, forcing a tone of finality into his voice.
Well, he was. It wasn’t like a couple years ago, when he’d go months without sending a single text to Eri, and when he did it would be wrapped up in little white lies like “Loving the sunset over the water on this cruise to Hoenn!” when he didn’t mention that he had snuck onboard the cruise ship while on the run from the IP. She really didn’t need to know details like that. She seemed happy he was keeping her in his thoughts and in his feed, and that’s what friends were really for, right?
What was your childhood like? How was school?
“Wasn’t bad, all things considered. Went to school. Got decent grades. Had a few friends.” Not many, but enough. More than poor Eri, at least. Was he her only friend? The interviewer seemed to be looking for more, so he continued. “There was one friend in particular. None of the other kids really liked her, though I couldn’t tell you why.”
Okay, so maybe Eri was a little silly, what with her “psychic predictions” and all that weren’t true half the time. But still, the time whats-her-face freaked out just because Eri said her mother was going to die or whatever? He didn’t get it. People died. Even mothers. Arceus knew his mother might, every time she left off on one of her patrols, it was just a fact of life. Eri understood better than most, and in exchange, he liked her better than most. She was actually the one who gave him the name “Nebula,” and in the event they ran into each other again he was sure she’d acknowledge him by that name.
“We hung out together a lot. Made plans to go on a journey together, as soon as we hit the age. She actually didn’t make it that far -- I think losing to Falkner that first time really got her down, for some reason -- but I got a lot of encouragement from her to keep going, so I did. Learned a lot from that journey. Somehow we’ve still kept in touch after all this time, even after I forgot everyone else.”
He learned a lot, all right. Learned that the Gym League system was stupid and hypocritical, he’d beaten all the Leaders, he’d beaten Clair, but she wouldn’t let him into the Dragon’s Den or give him the badge he’d earned, fair and square, because of some shit about “bad moral character.”
Since then, he never set foot into a Gym. He’d found better places to battle, more rewarding places.
How is your relationship with your family?
“We lost touch after I left for my Pokemon journey. They’re doing all right, I suppose.” He shrugs.
He never knew his father. His mother was a Catallia City police officer who made it clear she was only raising him out of some misguided sense of “duty,” the same sense of duty with which she did everything. She never married, never had any other children, so he grew up alone. She could be dead or alive, he wouldn’t know.
Not that he’d say it out loud, Stella and Oppie Novae were more his moms than his real mother ever was. After school, they would let him hang out at their fortune-telling shop, offer him a free reading every now and then, even gave him some books to borrow when his aura powers started to show up, though they weren’t Aura Readers themselves (sweet Arceus did he need the help, freaking Eri was the worst, he had headaches just looking in her direction that first week).
What do you like to do for fun?
“Uhh, you mean besides Pokemon training?” He shrugs helplessly. The true answers aren’t things he can say out loud in polite company. Monitor his illicit investments (the source of a regular and largely untraceable income). Trawl the seedier parts of town, looking for marks with more money than sobriety, to pick fights with. Frequent tabloid sites for dirt on anyone notable he might expect to encounter.
“I go out to bars. Clubbing. Dancing. Follow good-looking people on Instachu.” Close enough.
What are your feelings on romance?
“It’s a crock of bullshit.” He doesn’t say any more, shuts down entirely.
His mother taught him all he ever needed to know about romance, and the worth of promises relating thereto. In fact, it was the only thing he ever really got into a big fight with Eri over. She insisted that the stars foresaw someone special for everyone. Sure, he was capable of noticing when a body was attractive, but acting on it? Not in this lifetime.
What are your goals for the future? Short-term and long-term.
“Long-term? Win the League. Become the best. Keep battling strong opponents. I don’t know if you’d call that a goal, exactly, because I don’t think you can ever say you’re finished with that, can you?”
Short-term goals… well, get this damn interview over with was chief among them. He furrowed his brows and thought carefully. “Raise a strong team? Is that a short-term goal? Travel around the region?” Dammit, what did normal people do when they weren’t getting into fights all the time?
“Challenge the Gyms,” he finally comes up with. Gym Challenges were good short-term goals for trainers. He had no intention of following through, not after his disastrous run through Johto, but it seemed plausible enough for the interviewer. Hell, she’d probably be suspicious (well, more suspicious than she was acting already) if he didn’t say that.
If you could be a Pokemon, what species or typing would you choose and why?
“Oh, that’s easy.” He grins, teeth showing. “I’d be a Psychic type. Probably not what you’d expect, given my areas of interest. I’m not much for books or research. But fight smarter, not harder, I always say, and you can’t get smarter than a Psychic type. Wait, are myths and legends allowed?” A hint of childish glee creeps into his voice. “I’d want to be a Mew. I think that has to be the correct answer. Mew can transform into any Pokemon, even the Creator itself, but once you’re tired of all the responsibility of being a god, you can just transform back into a Mew! Wouldn’t that be the life?”
What do Pokemon mean to you?
“I think most people don’t know how to properly treat Pokemon.” His tone is serious again; this is evidently one he’s done a lot of thinking about before this point. “Magnificent creatures, and truly worthy of respect. Just look at the myths, some of them are even akin to Gods. But.” He lets the pause hang in the air for a moment.
“Most people I run into fall into one of two camps about Pokemon, both of which do themselves and their Pokemon a disservice. The one camp are those who treat Pokemon as children’s pets. They’re capable of so much more than that, and by keeping them docile, not letting them act according to their instincts, their full potential is being stunted. The other camp treat them as nothing more than mindless fighting machines. Those people, if it’s even possible, I can stand even less. Pokemon are thinking beings, capable of as much as you and I, perhaps even more. The best trainers can harness the Pokemon’s own personality and desires to draw out its true power. That is what Pokemon mean to me. Not toys, not tools, but so much greater than that.”
Anything else you'd like to tell us about before you go?
“Not really. Thanks for the interview.”
6'01" / 185 cm
Bright red eyes pierce out from a face that gets described as “dreamy” or “highly punchable,” with very little in between. Kaisei carries his height confidently, and tends to dress in comfortable tunics and pants following a black-and-white color scheme, with a black leather jacket being his favorite over-accessory. He’s been known to wear a faux fur lined coat and a yukata, among other fashion pieces.
His golden yellow hair is short, easy to maintain, and generally hangs in messy bangs over his forehead. When he wants to make an impression he’ll spike it back with hair gel and add some gold neck and ear jewelry. When he really wants to make an impression he’ll forego the shirt altogether and sport bright red ribbons of bodypaint on his arms and the sides of his chest (although he hasn’t had occasion to pull out that “King of the Ring” persona in years).
A deep orange aura that ripples around his frame, interspersed with swirls of yellow and red. Small silver flecks blink in and out of existence within it, like distant stars. Reference image: Eclipse Dice (Galaxy Orange)
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