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BORN ON A MOUNTAIN, RAISED IN A CAVE

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[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER FACTION league

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]CHARACTER RANK cadet

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM worick arcangelo from GANGSTA.

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]FUCKIN' AND TRUCKIN' IS ALL I CRAVE

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Orre.[break][break]

A wild region. Lawless, dangerous. Pokemon were stolen, traded and sold like rare commodities. But that was now. Some time back, 20 years to be precise, it was not so.[break][break]

Orre was quite a remote area. Isolated from the rest of the world, with very little contact between countires. While not a paradise, it was a good place to live. One half was a harsh desert, filled with ancient ruins, the other being a lush green paradise. Betweem them, splitting the two parts of Orre, was the Mt. Battle, towering into the sky like a monument left by Groudon himself. Though isolated, they were rich in material wealth. Rare and useful metals mined from the mountains, oil harvested from the desert. Glass manufactured from the sands of Orre was said to be of the highest quality. Past the desert, into the verdant riverside areas of Orre, food was grown and cities were built.[break][break]

Jim was born and live mostly on the Northern side of Orre. Growing up on a farm, he was happy. He loved where he lived, he loved his family, his friends. He had his first pokemon partner, an Eevee. He studied, helped his parents out on the farms, and as he grew up, found he had an aptitude for teaching. Specifically, teaching combat. He had a mind for strategy, he could read the flow of combat. He didn't enjoy combat as much himself, but he found beauty in the art of the fight itself. So as he grew, he found videos and information about some of the best pokemon trainers. He studied the Champions of each Region, the Elite Four, even what little he could find on the criminal underbosses of each region. [break][break]

More of an appreciater of the art of combat than a practitioner, most of his knowledge was theoretical. He practised a bit with his Eevee, but very rarely got into actual combat situations. It was an idyllic life for the young man, and time seemed to pass quickly as he grew.[break][break]

But as the story always goes, it couldn't last. A new technology was discovered, one that threatened to disrupt the peace that had spread across the Pokemon World. Snag balls, a dangerous technology that allowed the user to steal pokemon from another trainer. Scientists in hidden labs, trying to create shadow pokemon. Awful experiments, going on in secret underneath the humble farms. [break][break]

Orre was rich in natural resources. And now, with this new technology, and these experiments coming to light... Other countries had gained something too... Casus Belli.[break][break]

An Occasion for War. [break][break]

Being a fit young man, Jim was quickly conscripted to fight. He was 22, working as a combat tutor in a local school. He was drafted, and forced into the war. It was brutal. Orre had no chance, they were a small country. Any of the others could have taken them. Jim excelled, his tactical knowledge quickly getting up with practical experience. It wasn't a long war, but it tore his country apart. Villages sacked and ruined, forests set on fire, infrastructure sabotaged. Jim fought through it all, even as his first partner was killed. Unable to get revenge, he encountered the killer multiple times over the course of the war, though nor could she ever fully escape him until the very end. [break][break]

And then... It was the end. As quickly as it seemed to happen, the war was over. Only a lifetime in length. He was a Captain of his own squad now. Orre was ruined, devastation reining over it. After his Eevee had died, he had obtained a shuckle, the pokeball lying by a dead soldier. A Natu as well, and though they were both powerful pokemon, the Natu refused to evolve, the things it had seen shaking him to the core. [break][break]

So he left. There was nothing there for him anymore. His home destroyed, his land broken. His parents captured by the invading army. He moved to Hoenn. He found a job as a combat tutor again, teaching young trainers about to set off on their journey. 20 years passed, and he stayed. His home was an arid wasteland, ruled by crime and fear. And Hoenn was... Nice. He had found some sort of peace here. To many others, he was a man who had already had his journey. One that had completed his adventure, and was ready to let the others come. But somewhere, the wind blew, and he felt it. [break][break]

It was time to continue his journey.[break][break]

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Personality.[break][break]

Jim has mellowed out a bit from his time as a conscript. He while he still has a touch of his sterness, a disciplinarian who brooks little foolishness, almost 20 years of tutoring people to battle, both young and old, has given him a patience that he was lacking in his youth. He prefers to avoid battling personally, having had his share of combat during his youth. Regrets from that time haunt him, and he always wonders what if. Known to be quite cynical, and not hesitant when it comes to retorts and cynicism towards others. His sharp tongue and little time for stupidity can often make him seem quite unpleasant to those who get on his wrong side, but those who manage to get on his good side find a loyal and stalwart companion who would fight with them to the end.