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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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

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

[attr="class","freiwanttmid"]FACE CLAIM Fate Series – James Moriarty

[attr="class","freiwantttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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Berthold was born an only child of two simple florists within Kanto. They didn’t have much, though their way of life made sure that they weren’t poor by any stretch of the imagination. Berthold was a quiet child, reserved. He preferred the company of Pokémon rather than humans, though not because he disliked humans perse, but because he found Pokémon to be simple creatures, much easier to understand than his fellow man.

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As a young child, he had few friends. Mostly because he seemed unapproachable to most. But there was one person who kept on trying and who would grow up to be his best friend. It was a girl, he grew fond of her and her of him. In his hubris, he promised her the world and she accepted.

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They grew into young adults. He became a prolific trainer known for making short work of his opponents. She joined him on his journey, trying equally so to become a trainer but had not the flair for the fighting. Her talents lay with the showmanship instead. They went from region to region, visiting both Johto, Hoenn, and soon finding themselves in Galar where their journey would have an end for the foreseeable future.

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As the story goes for so many their age. Their love for each other made them reckless. She became with child. He officiated the start of their new family by marrying her. And once again Berthold promised her the world. He promised her to lay down the mantle of a trainer, and provide for her a stable home like his parents had provided for him.

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Alas though his skills for training were great, he didn’t have much else to provide, and knowing how fickle an income-based upon the victories of Pokémon battles could be, he sought a profession within commerce, thinking it would be more stable. He worked hard and brought home the money, and for a time it was stable and good. Their first child was born, a second soon followed. Life was still good, and it continued to be good for twenty-odd years. Where he found a new passion in his job not only because it paid very well, but because it satisfied an itch only Pokémon battles had scratched before. They also added a third child to their family.

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Of course, as it is with all kids they had to break out from the shadow of their parents. And so they did, some causing more drama on the way out than others. But that’s the way of it, Berthold understood it, and accepted it. He and his wife lived a few more years in Galar after their third child left before they decided to enjoy an early retirement back in Kanto.

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They moved back to Berthold’s’ home region. They lived in peace, or as much in peace as a work-a-holic can do. Having all but removed himself from the Pokémon scene, he had none of his own left at this point as they had either gone with his children or moved on. His wife still had a few, wanting to keep it as a hobby project of sorts.

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And then the unimaginable happened. Team Rocket invaded Kanto. And you can’t have an invasion without a bit of collateral damage. Berthold returned home one day, finding their house beaten and broken, the door was broken and spray-painted profanities lined the walls, though he recognized none of the accusations made by them. Had it all just been material damages then he might’ve been fine, he found that there had been stolen precious little, instead what destroyed him that day was finding his wife dead in the living room.

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Sorrow and guilt took him, he wailed at first. Howled like a wounded wolf, blaming himself for having dragged her back here to this accursed region. Then anger, the questions, the why’s. There were no answers to be had. All he could do on that night was to swear revenge upon Team Rocket for clearly, they were the perpetrators. For five years he performed his revenge in Kanto without being caught. For five years Team Rocket members disappeared without a trace.



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Lost in grief and anger, he had kept precious little tabs on the going on in other regions. But one day he heard about what was going down in Hoenn, and he remembered not only the feelings of what happened five years ago but the fact that one of his children had as far as he knew made Hoenn their home.

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And that’s where we find him now. Having just uprooted his life in Kanto and recently arrived in Hoenn.