Forrest Wild

NAME — Forrest Alexander Wild
AGE — 18
GENDER — Male
SEXUALITY — Heterosexual
TRAINER CLASSES — Ace Trainer; Tactician; Researcher
AFFILIATION — Unaffiliated
OCCUPATION — Trainer


HEIGHT — 6'4"
WEIGHT — 140 lbs
HAIR COLOR — Black
EYE COLOR — Green
SKIN COLOR — Pale white
ABNORMALITIES — 4" scar diagonal across his upper left arm

Forrest is, in a word, lanky. He's tall and very thin with little muscle to speak of, though he hopes that his travels will help him grow physically stronger. His legs are the longest part of him, and this comes as a blessing and a curse: while he can walk and run faster than others, he often has to force himself to slow his pace for his shorter companions.

Forrest has an attractive enough face: almond-shaped green eyes, a soft/curved nose bridge, and high cheek bones are his most notable features. He is (finally) starting to grow in a light beard and he couldn't be happier about the change--he has what most would consider a baby face when shaved. He wears the thick black hair atop his head at a nice shoulder length.

This young man's wardrobe is nothing spectacular. He likes baggy jeans and tight jeans alike, but is not huge on shorts, as due to incidents in his childhood, he fears bug Pokemon crawling up his legs. Every day he pulls on a pair of socks and slips into skating-style sneakers, topping the outfit off with a loose-fitting T-shirt.



Forrest is nothing special, though he'd have you think otherwise. He glows with confidence, never afraid to approach another individual or take on a challenge; unfortunately, as one might expect, this often leads down the dark path of arrogance, and if Forrest found himself in a dangerous situation because he got too big for his britches, well, it definitely wouldn't be the first time (nor would it be the last).

While outgoing and funny (the latter is more in his mind, as he has a bit of a harsh sense of humor that acquaintances often don't appreciate), Forrest has never had a great number of friends. He enjoys meeting others and he loves a good conversation, but he has a difficult time committing to people. He goes from one thing to the next very quickly and doesn't give others enough time to get to know him well--not because he doesn't want to, but because he's too easily-distracted. He's not the most focused person around, and it wouldn't take long for one to get annoyed by his constant change of subject in conversation, though he always puts in effort to reply to everything someone says to him. His lack of tact probably doesn't help matters: he's to the point and won't apologize for his "honesty", and this has gotten him into trouble with friends and romantic interests far more than he'd ever admit. In addition, Forrest is about as restless as one can get: his hands need to be picking at something or otherwise moving at all times. He is always ready to move on to the next challenge.

Forrest is adaptive and hardly a complainer. He'll take the cards dealt to him, because as far as he's concerned, everything that life throws at you is a path to the next door, and he wants to open as many doors as possible (both literally and figuratively?). He is a strategist at heart, and there are few things he loves more than coming up with situations, writing them down, and spending days thinking about all of the different ways they could be solved--it's one of the only areas he's focused in (and one of the reasons why he never could understand math in school: too linear).

If nothing else, the man is stubborn. He will try, try, try again. He believes that determination is the key to a good trainer, but he tends to take this too far. He has the nasty habit of being unable to admit when he's wrong, and he will twist a situation just enough to make himself right, or he'll walk away and pout like a child.

+ Confident, outgoing, funny, adaptive, strategic

- Arrogant, easily-distracted, tactless, restless, stubborn, unable to admit being wrong



Forrest's mother was a hardcore trainer and his father was a researcher. Both of his parents were massively ambitious in their youths, and they shared innumerable stories: they met when they were only sixteen, and at eighteen they set out on a journey through Stellara together. Mom wanted to beat the Elite Four (she never made it past the fourth Gym) and Dad wanted to make a grand discovery and go down in the text books (his research certainly helped more well-known scientists, but he never achieved his true dream). When they were in their mid-twenties, the couple (now married) settled down and started a family, with Forrest at the front.

Forrest was not an easy child by any means. His vocal nature coupled with his tendency to always be on the move made him difficult in his early years, and it wasn't long before his parents gave up on trying to home-school him and sent him to a local Pokemon school. He learned a lot there and gained an affinity for Pokemon, but every bit of knowledge he gained came through trial and error.

One time, a few kids pointed out a Weedle at the edge of their school's playground. Forrest decided this was the perfect time to show his classmates just how smart he was: He approached the baby Weedle and discovered it had a gash on its side. He picked up some leaves and patted them on to the gash, hoping to bandage the wound, but the Pokemon cried out in pain.

Startled, Forrest dropped the Weedle and fell on his ass.

The next thing he knew, a shadow blocked out the sun. He glanced up to find a massive Beedrill coming straight at him. His arms flew up to cover his face.

Forrest woke up several hours later in the hospital. He was lucky to have survived, and he didn't hear the end of it from his parents for years. The only physical reminder of the incident is the scar on his arm, which was deeper than the other scratches the bee Pokemon inflicted, and so remained, a permanent warning for Forrest to never fuck with Weedles again.

When Forrest was about five years old, his parents brought his little sister into the world. This brought mixed feelings out of Forrest: While excited to have a playmate for the future, he also resented her for stealing attention from his parents. He never did anything to harm her (at least until she was old enough to defend herself--that's when the pranks and other general older brother shenanigans went into play, though he kept to never intentionally harming her).

A few years after his sister's birth, their parents took them to a bug Pokemon sanctuary.

It was on this day that Forrest made the poor decision to wear shorts.

Once again wanting to horde the attention all for himself, the now ten-year-old boy showed his sister all of the Caterpies he could hold on his arms: two, one each arm. Nothing impressive to anyone with brain cells, but to a boy and his little sister, it was amazing.

One Caterpie got jealous of its siblings. He wanted to attention from the human too, and those sticks of flesh certainly looked like arms. He began to climb up Forrest's leg, and this freaked the poor boy out. He flailed his arms, flinging the two Caterpies away, and fell.

Luckily, there was no Beedrill around to attack this time; unluckily, the Caterpies were not fans of Forrest after this incident, no matter how much he cried and apologized to them.

Forrest's teenage years were more or less uneventful. He spent time helping his father research and asking his mother for lessons on training Pokemon. He picked on his sister, made a few close friends, and had a couple of girlfriends throughout high school.

At eighteen, Forrest told his parents he was ready to embark on a journey.

There was no choice for whom he'd pick as his starter Pokemon: it had to be Ember, his Cyndaquil. He'd found Ember as a baby when he was about sixteen. It had a broken foot. Forrest pulled his shirt off and tried to wrap the little Pokemon in it so he could carry it to a hospital. Terrified, the tiny creature attempted to fend Forrest off with its back flames, but its exhaustion led it to produce only lighter-size embers before it gave up. Forrest smiled and brought the Cyndaquil to the Pokecenter, talking softly to it the entire walk.

Nurse Joy tended to the injured Pokemon as best she could. When all that remained for Cyndaquil's recovery was time to rest, she asked Forrest for details about the creature. She asked him if he wanted to keep it, and of course he accepted (without asking his parents) and named the little guy Ember.

Forrest and Ember are ready for their adventure (though one is far more prepared than the other). Let's see where it goes!


NAME — Ember
LEVEL — 5
SPECIES — Cyndaquil
TYPE — Fire
EGG GROUP — Field
ABILITY — Blaze: When HP is below 1/3rd its maximum, power of Fire-type moves is increased by 50%.
HELD ITEM — N/A
GENDER — Male
HEIGHT — 1'
WEIGHT — 12 lbs
MOVE LIST —

Tackle
Leer
Reversal (egg move)

PERSONALITY — Ember does not have much in common with his trainer. He is shy and tends to let Forrest do the talking and showboating while he hides on or near Forrest. It's not uncommon for Forrest to get worried and call out to Ember, only to discover that his little Cyndaquil is right at his feet, as this Pokemon rarely makes a sound, and though rationally, Forrest knows that Ember is always by his trainer's side (he's loyal), he can't help but get anxious when it comes to his best friend.

Unlike Forrest, Ember is calm and doesn't have the constant urge to be on the move; however, like his owner, he is adaptive. This helps out quite a bit in battle when Forrest calls for a change of strategy. Quite the clever creature, Ember is constantly observing his surroundings, and he often takes it upon himself to take on action in battle that Forrest didn't direct him to do. He may be shy socially, but in battle he is focused. His confidence wavers greatly, always landing somewhere between awful and good. There are days where Ember feels incapable of doing anything, and days where Forrest's confidence pulls him through every fight.

Ember has the tendency to agree with his trainer too much; in that sense, he is gullible. He follows Forrest everywhere and practically worships him. He is very defensive of the man who saved his life. Ember has an excellent memory, which is useful for both holding grudges and being grateful to others. Ember is known for being easygoing, always with the flow. He doesn't tend to speak up, even when he knows he should, out of fear.

An emotional and sensitive creature, Ember does not do well with being insulted or criticized by others. He takes every word to heart and has a hard time humor. He bottles his emotions up and lashes out in battle, though he could just as easily snap outside of battle.

Ember had a large family in which sharing was not a virtue. As a result, he finds himself often being greedy, though he sees no shame in this: he takes as much as he can and whatever is left over can go to others. He feels that his greed is justified and he's just making up for all the times he went hungry because he was tiny and too weak to fight for food.

+ Loyal; calm; adaptive; easygoing; clever; focused
- Shy; gullible; emotional; sensitive; greedy

PLAYED BY Stormy