"In the sleeping forest, the hunter shall become the hunted."
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INTRODUCTIONS
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⌘Name: Alani Keli'i
⌘Age: 25
⌘Birth Date: 8/14
⌘Gender: Female
⌘Height: 5'4"
⌘Weight: 110 lbs.
⌘Eye Color: Hazel
⌘Hair Color: Wheat Brown
⌘Deformities: Body length tattoos of gold coloration and scarification that has been willingly been done according to the customs of her people. Other scars are prevalent along the bottoms of her feet and her hands from encounters with flora based pokemon of a toxic nature gone awry, mainly due to Toxic Spikes which have been known to be a nuisance amongst herbalists and scientists alike. A great portion of her forearms are covered with freshly made cuts due to training with her pokemon, mainly due to the fact that some of her pokemon are covered with assorted thorns that are used as defense mechanisms. One notable scar aside from the general scarification is located on her lower left side, just above her hip. This injury was sustained from taking a direct hit from a leaf blade and resulted in many months of critical care.
⌘Usual Wear: Typically long cotton dresses which accentuate her tan and lithe figure. On days which are of a colder nature, Alani typically enjoys long sleeved shirts and garments of a more flowing nature. Layered sheer fabrics are one of Alani's guilty pleasures. Alani typically has her hair up in the form of dreads bundled into a single ponytail. Often at times, flowers and thorns, which her pokemon collect for her, adorn her already chaotic hairstyle. In darker moods, her hair is let down and often covers a portion of her face.
⌘Years of Training with Pokemon: 13
⌘Occupation: An Admin of Team Void | Grass Type Gym Leader
⌘Personality: As a forager and opportunist at heart, Alani enjoys utilizing whatever is at hand in order to make the most out of any situation, this includes pokemon and humans alike. Having spent much of her time in the company of flora and pokemon of the like, Alani grew to become a person of unnatural patience that others often mistake it for kindness. Old beyond her age, she understands that things might not align in the way she might expect and is willing to bide her time until they do. She is rarely rash or quick to action. Such behaviors are often frowned upon by her quick tempted associates who are always quick to violence.
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SOME HISTORY
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⌘Family: Avahi (Grandmother, Alive), Kalama (Grandfather, Deceased)
⌘Friends: None
⌘Enemies: All who oppose her plans
⌘Romantic Interest(s): None
⌘Life Story: Alani was born in the tropical regions of the Hoenn region. Her parents, workers at ship building factory, unfortunately died in an accident that entitled unsecured metal piping coming loose, thus crushing several individuals at the factory. Though many custody battles ensued for the guardianship of the young Alani, it was eventually then that the stewardship of the young girl was left to her maternal grandparents. Her grandparents lived at Kiloude City along the southern outskirts of the Kalos region. With the weather and demeanor of the locals similar to that of the Hoenn region, Alani did well in adjusting to her lifestyle seeing as how the two were very similar. Her grandmother, Avahi, was a very wise woman, though abet blunt when it came to her words. Prickly like thorns were her words, but every bit held a bit of wisdom. Her grandmother served as a apothecary. It was through her that Alani found interest in the wonders of medicinal plants and grass type pokemon. Meanwhile, her grandfather had the privilege of working at the Safari Zone. Needless to say, much of her youth was spent unsupervised in the safari as she tailed her grandfather in his daily duties of maintaining the park.
Having no living heir since the passing of Alani's mother, her grandfather felt that it was his duty and in the best interest of his granddaughter to bring Alani under his tutelage. Her grandfather, with fervor renewed at the prospect of passing down his knowledge, took a great liking to his granddaughter whom received his teachings with much gusto. On the days which were not spend learning the foul brewing of plants with her grandmother, Alani spent much of her days learning the ways of her people. She learned about the warriors who fought side by side with their pokemon as they raided enemy tribes. She learned about the leaders which lead their people from potential destruction and the sages which brought harmony between tribes. Women like Grey Murkrow, Sweet Roserade, and Blue Corsola were but a few of the heroes which she admired from the stories of her people. She admired how they remained cunning and strong in spite of the trials which they were faced with. Through these stories, she learned the ways of training pokemon and hunting with them. Grass pokemon in particular she grew to have an affinity for, affixing spores and spikes that she gathered to her weapons and traps in order to capture other pokemon.
As the years passed she continued to deepen her knowledge of the past, particularly the past of her people, as well as her knowledge of herbs. At the sight of her first bleedings, according to the customs of her people, she was heralded as woman. As such, her grandfather felt that it was time to pass on the greatest secret that he carried as the patriarch of their particular clan to the next head of the clan, Alani. A small ceremony that included both her grandparents as well as Alani herself was held in the recesses of the Safari Zone. Placed before a bonfire and an endless array of flowers was a single cattail mat. Alani sat upon the mat and it in turn ate into her unprotected knees. Pokemon flocked to the sight as they had never seen such a bizarre ritual. A black bowl was placed before her. The exterior of the pot shimmered with an unnatural luster. Bowed over the bowl, waves of tangled hair tumbled from Alani's bare back and slid down her arms like a silken veil that served to exclude the world. Swanna feathers adorned her form. Woven together with dyed cordage, the feathers were grouped together in a faint semblance of a dress. Symbols of eight leaf clovers representing the cardinal directions were painted all along her naked skin: north, south, east, west, up, down, the earthly plane, and the spiritual plane. In a drawling voice her grandfather chanted, "Watcher of the sacred plant, Brother Galon, I beseech you. Fill her with your essence so that she may dance with you. Allow she to see through your eyes and gaze upon the truth, dear Brother. Embrace her. Take her souls to the underworld so that she may know." Withered digits reached down, dipping into a tiny ceramic bowl that contained a muddy paste thick with crushed juices of the Galon berry as well as other pungent medicinal herbs. With care, her grandfather applied a small amount of the mixture to her temples, massaging it into her skin as he sang a song of the beginning times. As she waited for Brother Galon to embrace her, she rose to dance. Drums rang through the air as her blood raced to the tune of her kin's voices. She danced and danced until darkness began to trail at the edge of her vision. The hairs of her body stood on end, electrified as power coursed through her veins, Brother Galon guiding her slowing into the murky depths of the black well pot and into the underworld below. A terrible pain shot through her body and her bowls heaved as they expended themselves onto the dirt below. The acrid smell of bile filled the air. Her body went limp and collapsed upon the black pot, crushing the delicate bowl under her weight as she slipped into the blackness, sprawling unconscious onto the dirtied mat.
Like the piecing of a puzzle, bits of the truth seeped into her, truth which she denied to acknowledge as she grew up as a child. How pokemon were tortured at the expense of humans and their infinite greed to expand their empire of steel and iron. Wasn't it enough to taste the air, feel the dirt between their toes, and run through the forests together? Why was it so difficult to understand? Why, why, why, why? It was in that instant that she felt a wave roll through her with the force of an avalanche. It was so simple, they had just forgotten it. They had forgotten about the wild which was present even in the eons for humans made their mark upon the earth, to a time where Kyorge and Groudon still battled for supremacy for dominion over the earth. She was part of the Wild - the unknown, the terrible, the ever menacing, the thing that prowled in the darkness around the fires of the primeval world when they, cowering close to the fires, were reshaping their instincts, learning to fear the Wild out of which they had come, and which they had deserted and betrayed. They had forgotten the primal darkness where they all once dwelled, the endless chasm that was the sole determinant to the survival of an individual; their only comfort. How low they had fallen. Generation by generation, down all the generations, had this fear of the Wild been stamped into their natures. For centuries the Wild had stood for terror and destruction rather than the thing they had been born with, as an integral part of their natures which they had denied for so long. The revelation was almost cruel. How many failed to see the light?
It was not long after that the realization dawned upon her that she awoke. Frantic, she sought wisdom by looking to her elders which hovered above her like a protective cloak. Worry was the first emotion that she found in her grandmother. Wrinkles lined her herb stained apron as a result from her habit of wringing fabric when she was stressed. In her grandfather, however, she found a different emotion. One of torture but something similar to understanding. Their eyes had locked for what seemed to be an eternity as Alani sought wisdom within the aging flesh around her grandfather's eyes. He too had felt it. There was no doubt in her mind. "Why?" she asked, tears streaming down her face. As if understanding her question, the elder replied, "It is because it has been tradition for us to pass down the knowledge. We have learned, through much toil and many lives lost in trying to compel them otherwise, that if mankind has chosen to lead itself to destruction then we must abide by it. We chose to prioritize on keeping the knowledge alive, to keep our line alive, so that when the time comes we would be able to help our posterity." Confusion laced her face. "Why? Why have we fallen so low that we've allowed them to sow our fate? The fate that of the pokemon? This is not right!" The old man nodded, "What you choose to do with that knowledge is up to you, but you must promise me this, Alani. You must pass on the knowledge. Though having experienced what I have experienced, and your ancestors before you, I do not think you will decline." Alani did not answer, for her silence in of itself was her answer.
Newfound determination surged through her veins. The visions which plagued her nightmares drove her to a decision many before her had chosen to take but failed to do. She would be the one to complete their goals, but such would require her to infiltrate the highest divisions of the government. Having caught pokemon of her own, she trained with unrivaled persistence with her companions day in and day out until their bodies ached with sores and bruises. Years of training ceaselessly resulted in the invitation to take an exam to fill a vacant spot of the region's newly relocated Grass type gym at Santalune City. Though formidable the inspector that battled her was, she prevailed and proceeded to take up the position. Trainers, far and wide, eventually came to know her as the wild pokemon gym leader. She gave no quarter, such was her methodology. She was as savage as the wild jungles which raised her and her pokemon. Her teachings, so raw and riveting, left her challengers changed, some faring better than others as they left with a bit of knowledge of the old world and the truth that she was imparted to as a youth. One year exactly after obtaining her position as a pokemon gym leader, she received an offer from Team Void, to which she did not refuse. They had thought her a maniacal powerhouse which only thought of senseless battle, an ambling beast that would set itself on anything given the chance, but such was not the way of the world of plants. She had seen reports of their wrongdoings and heinous acts of theft. What better way to right the world than destroy a corrupt organization than from the inside out? Like her plants, she too would slowly seep her roots within the cracks until nothing would be left but a crumpled ball of soddened earth. From there she would extend her roots to the rest of the world.
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A LITTLE DEEPER
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⌘Hopes and Dreams: Reducing the world back into the primordial ages guided by her newfound fanaticism.
⌘Worst Nightmare: The pollution and destruction of the world at the hands of mankind.
⌘Likes: Being out in nature, herbs, berries.
⌘Dislikes: Has a particular dislike for machines.
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