SQUALL TORRENT

NAME — Squall Torrent

AGE — Eighteen

GENDER — Female

SEXUALITY — Bisexual

TRAINER CLASSES — HUNTER - BRUTALIST - ACE TRAINER

AFFILIATION — Unaffiliated 

OCCUPATION — Hunter 





HEIGHT — 5'2

WEIGHT — 120lb

HAIR COLOR — Pale blond with pink ends

EYE COLOR — Lavender

SKIN COLOR — Milky White

ABNORMALITIES — Freckles









Squall found herself enjoying the company of the wind and sun more than humans at an early age. Never wanting to chase after scholarly studies she would rather spend her days stalking pokemon and following trails in the forest. She likes to be by herself most days with just her pokemon and pokeballs. Squall takes her time when it comes to Pokemon battles while she also analyzes her options but her favored battle style is brute force. She loved the thrill of the battle and seeks the bloodrush often. On her off time Squall does like the calmer things in life, such as picking flowers and gathering wild fruits, the experience seems to sooth her.



Squall can be socially awkward because of her long time spent in the forest, jungle, prairie and wild lands. Her questions and answers can seem to come off as rude but she is more blunt than anything. Her confidence stems from the assured of her life under the sun and moon but when she needs to go into town for potions and items she crawls into herself and her insecurities can show. The few plans that she has made for her future drive her with a deep passion. Her desire is to be the best Hunter and thrive with the power of her companions. 




Squall grew up in a home where her parents were there but not really. Both of her parents were chasing after their dreams of being head-honchos at a big corporation. Squall raised herself, waking on time for school, brushing her teeth and braiding her hair, packing her own lunch, reaching the bus stop in time. Her parents had not gone to a single one of her parent teacher conferences. School was rough for her, she was never able to just sit in class and the teacher often called her out for fidgeting. The other students couldn't relate to her because she was always looking out the window at the sky and into the forest that surrounded her school.



The neglect of her parents opened up a door for Squall that would not have other wise been available. When Squall didn't have classes she would hike the hills, sleep on the beaches at night or wander deep into the forests just for fun. She found peace in the tranquility of the wilderness, she felt as though she belonged to the earth, grass, trees and sky not in her bed under a roof. When she was old enough to leave home Squall immediately took to sleeping under the stars, only needing a blanket and her backpack. Not once had she thought back to her classmates, teachers, or even her parents.



She met her starter one afternoon when she'd just discovered a new lake that she'd never seen before. She'd stopped at the lakes shore line to breath in the fresh air that swooped from the crystal surface. Suddenly before she could even blink a group of Beedrill were taunting her, they would swoop down, snip off some of her hair or chase her with their stingers.


In the deep shadows of the forest a creature watched the entire encounter, slightly amused at the way the human raced this way and that in panic. But also pissed that the wild pokemon were acting so immature. The moment the Beedrill went too far in the Growlithes opinion was when the girl jumped into the lake and the flying bugs swooped down each time the girls head popped above water for air. They had tried to drown her. He could not find it within himself to let the girl die. That's when the larger than normal Growlith jumped from the underbrush and flamed them all alive with his Heat Wave. Squall and Dooms adventure all started with the death of others.





NAME — Doom

LEVEL — Level 5

SPECIES — Growlith 

GENDER — Male

HEIGHT — Three feet and five inches

WEIGHT — 60 Lbs.

MOVE LIST — Bite/Roar/Heat Wave

PERSONALITY — Loyal to a fault Doom has been with Squall since her early days in the forest when he saved her from drowning. Doom will follow Squall into the flames of hell itself his loyalty runs so deep. His loyalty can sometimes blind his judgement though because he will throw himself recklessly into danger to protect his handler. His dreams are her dreams and he wishes for nothing more than the best for his trainer. Though his passion runs deep when in battle he is stead-fast, the only thing breaking his concentration is when his trainer is attacked or threatened. Doom takes great pleasure in pleasing his trainer and lives for belly rubs.