Orique the Umbreon & Slyke the Human | [Faraway Island, Hoenn] LEADER

Name-
Orique (pronounced oar-ick)
Gender-
Male
Level-
27
Age- 
Late twenties in human years
Moves-
- Psychic (TM)
- Dream Eater (TM)
- Sand Attack (Level Up)
- Substitute (TM)

Ability-
Synchronize
Nature-
Docile
Characteristics-
Often lost in thought
National Dex No./Species-
#197, Dark Type, Umbreon, the Moonlight Pokemon

Height-
1' 11"
Weight-
12.1 lbs

Pokédex Entry-
When agitated, this Pokémon protects itself by spraying poisonous sweat from its pores.

Item-
None

History-

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Appearance-

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User Note-
-He cannot digest anything more complex than soup, pretty much. He cannot stomach any solid foods, or can sometimes keep down food, and will retch up anything he cannot digest.
-He survives with water and dreams using his Dreameater move. It keeps him alive but not very fit. Suicune has approved of this.
-Due to his breeding he is: extremely small, large and fluffy ears an tail, terrible digestive track problems, and lacking the markings on his hind legs and shoulders
-Is physically possible for him to talk out loud but he doens't. The only way that he speaks is directly into one's mind with his Psychic but even that is rare
-The Phanteon is the long lost shiny sister of Hera, Jude, and Luna (Greed)

-Tyson is the elder brother of Hera's trainer.
-Tyson's whole family and village was attacked by undead and got seporated
-Pretty was killed by an undead


-Credit to WinterVeil for help with designing this boy  *u*
-Lector and the other trainers belong to WinterVeil


Text Color-
#B23AEE Slyke
#00BFFF Salem
#551A8B Selira
#7AA9DD Fiona
#8A2BE2 Ashen
#FFE303 Jolt
#EEC591 Jace

Weapon-
A simple metal crowbar. It is bloodstained but in very good condition. She always makes sure to have at least one other spare so there is one hidden in her backpack.
Item-
A backpack full of supplies she finds, like food or bandages, as well as some pencils and half scrapped sketchbooks as well as notebooks. She has a brush as well as some peices of clothing just in case.
On her belt are her Pokeballs, all six for her team.
She wears a universal translator.

Name-
Unknown. Goes by her alias of Slyke
Gender-
Female
Age-
Late thirties, Early fourties
Species-
Human
Weight-
93.4 lbs
Height-
5'04"

Occupation-
Ex Johto Pokemon Leauge Champion

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History-
Slyke was born to a very experianced Dragon trainer in the city of Blackthorne. For the first decade of her life, Slyke discovered many things. She was always with her mother's Pokemon, having a soft spot for the Dragonair and her mother's first Pokemon. Slyke never knew her father, but she never felt down. She had a way with Pokemon. She was always rescuing injured ones and bringing them home as well as playing in the Ice Cave for hours each day, befriending wild Pokemon. The creatures automaticly trusted the little girl, showing love and being her friend more than humans ever were. She was a lonely child, often fighting against depression and multiple health problems. When her tenth birthday came around, the usual age for trainers to start out as rookies on their journies, her mother hesitated. She feared for her daughter no being well enough physically and made the decision to hold her back. Three years later, at the ripe age of thirteen, she was finally able to visit New Bark Town for her starter.

Slyke bid farewell to her mother and rode her beloved Dragonair across a huge chunk of the Johto region to the small town of the esteemed professor. Using a less than conventional method, she ended up with a hyper little Totodile. Like the wild Pokemon near her home, it was love at first sight. Over the course of a few weeks, despite being three years older than the rookies around her, Slyke was flourishing. She already had a strict training schedule and made many friends. Slyke refrained from capturing too many Pokemon, finding it cruel, but never turned down a soul that wanted to accompany her. For many years she became steadily stronger and stronger, treating her Pokemon team members better than she did most humans. They were her family, her friends, and she bent over backwards to make sure things were perfect for them. Ironicly, she saw nothing wrong with battling.

By age eighteen, Slyke had her winning team and everyone was fully evolved. She was a confident young trainer and had earned the badges of all of the Gyms of Johto. She had become cocky, overconfident, and started to get an ego. She went boldly straight for the Elite Four without even thinkin of her team's health. Unsupprisingly, she lost. Baddly. Slyke was completely shocked. She had no idea how she could have lost, but after a week of recooperation with her beaten team... It hit her. She had been slowly loosing her team, losing the loving bond that allowed her to see in sync with them. It was then that Slyke changed her entire way as a trainer. She no longer pushed her team to fight, she made sure to have time for relaxation and just fun with the six strong Pokemon, and even always made sure to carry extra healing items for anyone she fought. Slyke would always honorably heal the defeated Pokemon, whether they were her own or someone else's.

When she was twenty two, she was ready to retry to Elite Four. Her team all wanted to retry the harsh challange, feeling they were ready. After many long hours of battling and exhausted Pokemon... Slkye finally won. She defeated the Champion with only Jace remainig, the Pidgeot earning a lucky shot and downing the other's Pokemon with one well aimed shot. Slyke was an instant celebraty overnight. She spent weeks resting with her team after the intense fighting, knowing that they deserved the rest. The media was on the yound trainer within days. Harassing her team and bugging her family, the frustrated woman decided to leave. She gave up the title less than a month after earning it and she fled, flying around the world on Jace as she escaped the harsh reality of becoming a new celebraty. Life was hard for a few months as she outran her own status and just enjoyed her home region. After a while, though, she decided to travel the regions. She visited Sinnoh not long after and it was there that she met the love of her life.

He was a trainer just like her, battling upon meeting. After she defeated his small team and healed them like she always did, the two began talking. Within a few hours they were almost best friends and began to travel together. He had no idea of who she actually was and that suited the ex Champ just fine. Within a few weeks a romance had blossomed and the two officially dated. After a few more years of traveling around Sinnoh, he even proposed and the two were happily wed. He had found out by then that she was the ex Champion but that never changed his veiw of her and the two were insepperable. After traveling the world together, they finally decided to settle down. By then she was already carrying her first and only child when they built their home in the wilderness around Blackthorne City. Less than a year later, little Flinche was born, named after the starter Pokemon of one of the Ex Champion's close friends. For many years the three lived happily together, training on a strict schedule but never overdoing it and always having time to rest.

When Flinche finally decided to head off on his own Pokemon journey, his mother was nearly overcome with worry and anxiety. She could all too well remember the hardships and dangers she had faced while on her own journey. But the teenager was oblivious to the worries of his mother and headed out anyway. More months passed and she lived happily with her loving husbend and her many pokemon. Living the dream, she was ble to excell in things she loved like art and getting to learn more about the Pokemon of the world. However, things went wrong when the Epidemic happened. THe call that went out for all Trainers to release their Pokemon floored the loving trainer. She completely refused to let go of her six family members and even fought the authoraties when they tried to make her. Things just became all bad, though, before they could really force her to do anything. Undead began to pop up everywhere and within days the couple were shut into the house, most of their Pokemon stuck in their Pokeballs for fear of infection. The two humans were worried sick for their son with no way to get ahold of him, but they had to focus on surviving first. They lasted for a little over a week when they were suddenly attacked by a flock of what used to be Murkrow.

The foul creatures left no chance of fighting back. Horrified with her own personal phobia coming to life around her, the older woman and her husbend fled on their Pokemon. Flying far away, Jace knew that he had to keep his master safe after all she had done for him. The Pidgeot carried her far away, but that was not what she had wanted. The mother and wife could only stare, helpless, as her trusted partner ignored her orders... and took her away from the man she had depended on for so many years. When they finally landed, Jace was sympathetic but did not apologize. He had done no wrong in his eyes. Only managing to grab her first family, she was alone for the first time in many years, and with the biggest fear that had plauged her nightmares since being very young: the undead. For many days she kept all of her Pokemon locked safely away in their balls with only Salem out, trusting the Feraligatr above all others. As her mental state deterriorated within days, Salem made sure to always keep her safe and protected.

Over some time, a month or so of this, she finally snapped. Just so overcome with greif and terror, the ex Champ just snapped. The normally happy and overly caring woman became cold, never showing emotion on her face, and took it upon herself to help herself SURVIVE. Having stumbled upon a crowbar not long before and having actually read books on how to survive an undead invasion many years ago, she found it easy to survive once she put all of her emotions away in a dark place. Learning about the infection and always having her team help her to stay alive, she managed to learn many things of the infection. Like how poison types were still effected, but not pure poisons like her Ash. She also ran into a handful of other people early on and heard more than enough stories to know that, while the virus meant infection for Pokemon, they were a death sentence for humans.

With that in mind, she fought tooth and nail and did not lose any of her family during the first year. Constantly alone, she had much time to think and came up with many theories. But just being with her small family was enough. However, the real gold mine came after roughly a year of living on her own. She stumbled upon an abandoned human camp, the fire even still going. THey had clearly been experianced but the blood stained freshly on the ground gave away how they met their end's. But while looking through their supplies, she stumbled upon a few odd devices. They almost looked like headphones. There was over six of the things, but all were smashed except for two. Messing with the foreign technology, she was completely shocked when she heard her beloved Salem speak clear English. Snatching up the other one, they left the scene for a safer place to explore what the hell she had found. It took a few hours to figure it all out, but eventually she was having clear conversations with her family. Having always been able to understand them in vauge ways, hearing clear sentences took her completely off gaurd and it was one of the rare times that joy was allowed in the Epidemic.

For a few more weeks she continued to travel, keeping herself and her team alive while thoughts of her love and son running through her head. But her greatest regret came when she found the mountains Wet of her original home town. There was an ambush of undead, more than she had ever seen, and was forced to let out more of her team to fight them. In the aftermath of the fight, she was crushed to see her device broken.... and Jolt had a small gash on the back of her neck. While she still had the other Universal Translator, Jolt was now facing infection and a death sentence. And it was all her fault. The Ampharos tried to comfort her, adamant about being put down and out of her misery. But the ex Champ outright refused, angerly stashing the electric type into her Pokeball again even as tears ran down her face. Having the first real breakdown in a long time, she fought with the realization that she would indeed have to put down one of her family. But not yet. She refused to do it until it was completely nessisary. Heart broken and feeling the agony of guilt tearing at her entrails, Slyke continued on, traveling the mountains with Salem still at her side.

Appearance-
With a slim, fit body, Slyke looks very good for her age. She is not very tall, but still has long, thin legs. Her calves are strong with mucsles earned from years of travel as well as hard struggle for survival in the last year. She has lost all and any extra weight she had earned over her retired years, now truly alike to a living corpse. Her deep, earthy brown ares are sunken in, immposibly wide with many dark bags underneath. She has dark brown hair to match. It would have been straight and healthy in another life, but now it is long and unruly. Slyke was lucky enough to find a brush and tries to keep the unruly mane undercontrol, but she has naturally greesy hair. Due to this, she almost always looks dirty and unkept. Slyke has many scars littering her body from so many years of dealing with wild and just plain dangerous Pokemon. They range from old burns on one arm, healed over gashes on her thigh, to the small cuts and torn ligaments. Supprisingly, she is still incredibly strong.

Her skin is very fair normally, but due to stress as well as lack of showers, her face and arms are almost always covered in grime and filth. Her clothes always have dirt and grass stains on them with the occasional rip or tear. She generally wears skinny jeans and a normal T shirt, but that was in another life. Nowadays, Slyke is lucky to find any clothes at all, let alone what she prefers. She looks for esential things, like pants with many pockets for supplies and shirts that don't squeeze too much or fly off due to being too large. One thing she always wears, are her Pokeballs. Like the traditional trainer, she carries them on her belt. They are each custom made for each of her team. She also always has her crowbar on her. It is a steely silver with russet rust on certain places as well as splashes of undead blood. It is in her right hand where ever she goes.

She always has Salem out of his Pokeball. He is always loyally by her side. He is always either walking behind or next to Slyke, or she is riding on his back when she is tired. She always sits facing his tail so that no one can sneak up on them. Salem is the one that carries her backpack. It is usually hanging by one of the larger spikes on his back or head. Slyke is never completely unarmed, though. Due to her constant paranoia, she always has her trusty crowbar in one hand.

In other words, she is a ghost of her former self. This ex Champion has none of the confidence or love within her that used to define her. She walks stiffly, her back and arms straight. She is constantly scanning around her, her head snapping left and right to check for undead. She never smiles anymore and cries often. She has ling since hardened over her phobia of the undead, being a stone cold killer if they do show up, only to break down in her regret and terror with Salem gaurding her. She shakes from fear and jumps at the slightest sound. There is no trust left in her eyes. Once a loving, full of life human being is nothing but a fragile shadow in comparison.

Personality-
A shell of her former self, Slyke is a high strung and stressed out person. She does not sleep well nor for long. She is constantly checking over her shoulder for danger. She never smiles anymore. But she deals with fear silently, never making a sound when she is at her most scared. She depends heavily on her family, more than likely to have a panic attack if she is left alone. Always needing to have someone there with her, she is almost unable to function. Her mental state is near breakig point at this time- what with the guilt of knowing she has let Jolt down as well as completely shutting down so that she can survive the world of her living nightmare- and she is very close to just snapping.

But her caring nature never failed her. Despite her movements and thoughts being almost robotic nowadays, she will never turn down a Pokemon that needs her help. Still holding onto that thread of hope for her husbend and son, she only allows herself to care for and Pokemon she may meet and befriend as well as her family. Still jumpy as ever, she is very suspicious of any and all gashes or wounds someone may have and is not afraid to put someone down if they are infected. She also still retains her shy and timid nature when encountering new people, depending on Salem to do the explaining for her most of the time, but can come out of her shell with kindness and time.

User Notes-
- Trainersona
- Incredibly underweight from stress and lack of food
- Mother of Silrin
- Selira is the mother of Tiovoa.
- Jolt has only been infected for a few hours. Her personality has not changed yet but Slyke is more than awear of what is happening. She knows she will eventually have to put her beloved partner down, but she cannot face that and prefers to spend as much time with her as possible until she changes.
- Jace is not currently with Slyke. He has been missing for a few days.
- She is not stupid about the infection. She goes through all of her options to make sure she does not run into undead, but if she does, then she is very strict about her Team only using special moves. No physical contact is to be made and she disiplines strictly if they disobey that.
- Jolt has a small, almost innocent gash on her lower neck. It is not infected, but a pulsing red that itches and irritates her. This is how she became infected; Salem is a few inches taller than the average Feraligatr. He is slimmer and thinner than average, but weighs morw as it is mostly muscle; The middle diamond part of Selira is a violet the same shade as the blue; Jace has deep saphire blue eyes
- Slyke's Pokeballs look like this. She had customed ones made just for her team during her retired years. The spikes and crests on them come out when the Pokeballs are expanded. They are normal spheres when small and attatched to the belt.
- Slyke does not reveal her real name. She changed it to her alias Slyke when she first started her journey and has stuck with it ever since.
- Gave text colors to the whole team even though they will rarely talk. I just felt like it. lol
- Refers to her Pokemon Team as her family as they are that close
- Just overall she is extremely sensetive to things and words but fights hard to hide it
- Finds beauty in many things still and can be very emotional when seeing hope for surviving the Epidemic
- Loves to draw and will oftentimes ask if she can sketch any wild and sane Pokemon she finds

Approved.