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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 kise ryouta from kuroko no basuke

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

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looking back on it now, your time before rocket's reign feels short, the sense of nostalgia almost soured. you came into this world screaming and full of vigor, and your youth reflects it as the years tick on. you enter your home muddy with grass sticking out of your hair most days, some unfortunate stray bug pokemon in your hands—your newest discovery. your parents say you're too young for a pokemon—they make you return them to their natural habitat—but you know one day they'll give in. you're too persistent; your fire burns too brightly for them to say no for too long. when you're older and more experienced, you finally bring home something that can't so easily be returned: an injured absol, found in a pit at a construction site where you can only assume used to be its home. your family waits for the bad omen to come with its arrival, but nothing happens. with the help of the volunteer house, you coax your parents into letting you keep him, and thus, your first pokemon bond is forged. he is the first of many, and between you and your siblings, your home is vivacious and full of life. you wouldn't trade it for the world.[break][break]

the rockets infiltrating kanto's government is jarring. at first, you don't think you'll be affected, but returning home from your meager convenience store job one day reveals your father and older sister missing. your mother tells you they've been taken into custody. their jobs at the radio tower are important ones—the radio serves as many, if not more, people than even social media—of course the rockets would want it for themselves. your family is returned a few days later, weathered and shaken.[break][break]

how far would they go to maintain control?[break][break]

you find out soon enough.[break][break]

you're visiting your cousin in celadon when you receive a phone call from your mother. you're at a club relieving the stress of being in the middle of getting a college degree; you're tipsy and living on the edge for once instead of hovering over a computer. you don't want to miss out, and so you ignore it. you don't notice the other missed calls—the voicemails—until it's far too late.[break][break]

you return to what is left of your home: ash. it's the end of may, but your blood runs cold and it feels like your essence ebbs away, lost forever to the ether.[break][break]

you quit school; your job doesn't pay the bills of the tiny apartment you have to rent now. all of your time and energy is spent focused on trying to uncover who set your life ablaze, and you know it was arson. you suspect the rockets, but how are you supposed to progress on a case while in the lion's den? your family operated an underground radio circuit aimed at helping refugees escape and resist rocket powers—why you suspect your family was targeted in the first place—and through that network you receive a tip: to search for a man with a magmar in hoenn. with nothing else to go on, you sell your belongings, ask your cousin if he wants to take a crazy journey, and set sail for a land more bombarded with peril than you could ever imagine.[break][break]

you wonder if it'll be worth it.