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Caleb Chanter Jul 17 2008, 06:40 AM Post #1
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Trainer Name: Varian Hawk

Trainer Gender: :male

Trainer Age: 16

Personal Goals: Short term goal, as of right now, is to find a laptop and be able to start a lab of his own. That should help with a Journey start, eh? ;D

Trainer Biography:

Prologue:

On the premature morning of September seventh, a small child by the name of Varian Hawks was to experience the marvels of life for the first time. He was born within the Sevii Islands, a heavily concealed region south of Kanto that is secluded from the rest of the Pokémon World. Among this region was a town located on Knot Island, known simply as ‘One Town.’ Yet, little did this small township know that they had just engendered one of the future’s next notorious, infamous, technological spawns that the Sevii Islands will ever come to know.

Knot Island believed in their own rules of conduct, and enforced these laws with their own governing body. They aimed to breed and host the most civilized and intelligent populace in the entire world, and to preserve their grotesque goal they would go as far as to completely erase the entire island off of the map. Their strict, uncompromising rule over their people led them to frustrate all connections to the rest of the world, save for the entire region of the Sevii Islands. No phone calls or letters made by citizens were allowed outside of the Sevii borders, and no foreign communication was allowed in. Imported goods had to have been checked for flaws or imperfections before actually being accessible to the people of Knot. Law was final, and punishment severe. The small island took pride in their offspring, and would be damned if they let the town become tainted with the ideologies and shortcomings of outlandish fools.

…And, ironically, everything was running smoothly. Really, the people didn’t know much other than their way of life. There was no one to tell them otherwise, and nothing to experience that would tell him or her different. They were completely oblivious and unaware of the outside world, ignorantly pushing aside all others in a blind, inadvertent manner. Everyone who was borne by the island had to remain in the island, lest becoming tainted. Those who wished to leave were placed under heavy vigil, and could only travel to other areas within Sevii. Those who decided to disobey the custom of Knot were severely punished, if not banished completely for their unlawful deeds. Yet, Varian would soon become the center of all attention within the small, neglected world, and would suffer the same punishment that few others have had before him.

Varian was born to the town’s leading political couple; the Mayor of the town itself, and his beautiful wife who happened to be a brilliant role model for the women of Knot. His childhood was instantaneously thrust into a whirlpool of responsibility and politics, not giving him a chance to flex his overactive mind with schooling and such. At the tender age of five he was enrolled into a private class that specifically dealt with Knot’s unique system of government. His mind was to be manipulated and disciplined to agree with, and accept, all of the Knot’s decrees. However, there was a flaw to their plan… For some reason, they overlooked one minor detail; Varian was human.

…And was obsessed with knowledge. The Fact that learning was one of the most important mental functions in humans drove him to crave more; the fact that his own island lacked logical knowledge drove him to crave more. He would look to arm himself with the intelligence and erudition needed to strip the government of its power, even if it did mean defying his oblivious father. Unlike his zombie counterparts, Varian was equipped with the ability to question and reason. He was naturally curious, and always challenged the flawed syntax that made Knot. It was a wonder how no one was able to see the light before him… Yet, it was completely understandable, what with them being mindless fools under the immediate control and spell of the corrupted governing body that looked after them. It was pathetic, and Varian was determined to break free of the shell that he so happened to have been born in. There was no telling what he was capable of, and he convinced himself that, if he were to stay locked in a shit excuse of an island, he’d never find out…








After being celebrated as the firstborn of the Mayor, Varian was quickly enrolled into a private academy. The academy was one that focused on politics and whose goal was to ultimately manipulate Varian into becoming the next political leader of Knot. His parents were behind him the entire way, seemingly as if they were ideal parents; what with their undying support and unrivaled faith in their son’s potential to become the next ruler of such a ‘faultless’ land.

…

Bullshit.

…

The only actual justification for their enrolling Varian in said academy is so that they could reach their own individual goals. They would use him as a tool to bring the family name back into rule, and would manipulate his every move to relay the ever-so-strict governing ideology onto the populace for decades to come. These corrupted fools were engrossed in the power they were granted. Being able to control a small group of people to live according to their tastes was a bit too overwhelming and seemed to have deprived them of their self-control. They wanted nothing more but to keep their rubrics alive.

Varian, being only five years old at the time, didn’t have the slightest clue. He, not able to fully grasp the immorality of the matter at such a young age, happily agreed to participate and complete the program with no sense of resistance. The first couple of months went by smoothly. They introduced the idea of politics, government, and social matters to the young boy, and he effortlessly soaked it all into his memory. He studied his material hard, flew by tests with ease, and ultimately passed the first course with facileness. However, despite the superficial success, Varian would soon begin to grow out of the norm. The standard model for a civilian in Knot was about to be challenged, heavily.

Before entering the second course of the Academy’s program, Varian attended a mandatory grade school. He entered just before turning six years old, nearly a year behind schedule. However, Varian was determined to excel. He struggled at first, not knowing how to successfully juggle the two educational programs he was in. Yet, there came a point in which Varian found that the private, political classes he was taking on the side were nothing more than mere road bumps, and he used the learning skills he gained to blast through grade school.

Taking the same studying methods he used in the private courses, Varian began focusing in on catching up to the rest of his peers. At six years old, he graduated from Kindergarten, and moved into the first grade. This year was the year of enlightenment. Varian was exposed to a new array of material, and not material that he was uninterested in. Learning was no longer a drudgery, but instead a hobby. He gladly accepted homework and inspirationally completed each sheet one after the other. He climbed the ranks of his classroom, then up the ranks of his grade, and finally the ranks of his entire elementary school, contesting the higher-ups with no problem. Varian even stayed after school to take private one-on-one sessions with teachers, trying his best to avoid the political studies that were frustratingly inevitable.

Inconspicuously pushing aside the lessons wasn’t going to cut it, though. Unfortunately for Varian, and soon enough, the entire island, his parents slowly came to the realization that public schooling was getting in the way of their scheme. The mayor was able to furtively pull some strings so that Varian could be legally pulled out of school at the age of ten for an entire year. It was a quick solution to a problem, providing instant gratification; however, it would lead to Varian’s outbreak.

Being away from his passion made Varian extremely tense. The excess pressure that was placed on his shoulder continued to build up until he simply couldn’t take it anymore; Varian was slipping. He was unmotivated, and unsatisfied with the lack of logic that the program offered. The immense stupidity he was surrounded by was too much, and it looked as if he would crash. Yet, his parents came to the rescue, and decided to plan a simple “Get-Away.” They needed Varian at his maximum, and seeing him bummed all the time slowly chipped away at their guilt. As a result, his mother issued a vacation for the family. Destination: the warm, blue, Floe Island.

Not too far away, and pleasantly peaceful, Floe Island was the perfect location for the family to unwind. Upon landing on the island they were escorted to an off-site resort, complete with first class swimming pools, weight rooms, and room service. Varian was impressed with the efforts of his parents, and almost came to believe that they actually cared… Though, as if to crush his hopes of having an involved parent, the to be vacation quickly warped into a business trip for both his mother and father. As the mayor of Knot, Varian’s father quickly found himself engaged in foreign affairs. His mother was soon drawn in too, trying desperately to convert Floe Island into a mock Knot Island.

This resulted in a week of time for Varian to spend by himself. Taking advantage of the fact, he raced for Four Town, in search of a library of sorts. He found a small establishment that hosted a rather large collection of books, and he predictably dove into the hardbacks with newly found alacrity. Varian was at peace again. There was so much to read and learn on, what with the unusual laws of Knot not having any affect in Floe. This meant bans could be bypassed, and books from around the world were stored here. The carelessness of his parents allowed Varian to become “tainted,” or as he would call it, “edified.”

On the last day of vacation, Varian and his parents headed home. For one last time, prior to his department, he visited the library-esque building to finish one of the many books that he had started. He spent an entire hour reading before having to leave the island forever. On his route back to the resort, however, Varian caught glance of a stray object in the near distance. He was sidetracked by the object’s condition; burned, battered, and neglected. He neared it with caution, not knowing exactly what it was. After much contemplating and pondering within his mind, Varian found himself picking the damned thing up, inspecting its every detail. It was a laptop; an old, forgotten laptop that seemed to be dysfunctional. It was in horrible condition, and due to the little amount of time that he had, Varian decided to smug the thing into Knot. I mean, seriously, being the son of the mayor and potential heir to the government had its ups. Varian understood this, and took complete advantage of his ability to completely circumvent inventory checks.

Upon returning back home, Varian retreated to his attic and pulled out his claimed treasure. It was a black, one toned laptop. It was roughly a foot and a half or so in width and a good inch or less in thickness. It had countless scratches and dents on the underside and had a burned outer layer on top. The sides were equally as bad, donning several disgraceful marks of brutality. Varian took the time to intake the visual feed given by the portable computer before opening it. He rested it on his lap; taking his dominant hand and flipping it open, revealing more damage. A button or two were missing, and the tablet seemed to have been burned, as well. The screen was scratched severely and looked as if it had a crack in it. Overall, it seemed as if some opposing being attacked the thing. Varian, personally, thought it was beautiful.

He spent hours on end trying to figure out how to work it. He flipped it over and over, switching it back and forth and looking at it from each and every angle possible to diagnose the fault. Besides the obvious abuse that it had endured, Varian was stumped. He simply could not figure out why the damned thing wasn’t operational. Notwithstanding, Varian decided to delve deeper into the matter, leading to the performance of a mock surgery on the uncooperative laptop.

After claiming a couple of screwdrivers from his basement, he rushed back into his attic, and positioned himself comfortably. Making good use of the stray desk in the attic, he placed the patient conveniently on top of it within the rays of the desktop light. He stuck the screwdriver within the crease and fiddled with it for a good minute or so before finding the courage to actually apply force. Upon doing so the thing popped open, revealing the circuit board within. Varian flipped it bottom-side-up to get a better view. It looked normal, at least, to the naked eye. His eyes scanned the thing for anything out of the ordinary, and when he failed to do so he resorted to letting his curiosity take over. He armed himself with the screwdriver once again and proceeded to poke the green circuit board…nothing. He did it again, this time applying more force. Nothing, again. Desperate for a reaction, Varian braced for a jab of sorts. He gripped the screwdriver tightly in his hand and took a moment to breathe. After thinking it through, Varian thrust the metal end into the circuit board, sending a sudden chill up and down his spine. A flash of epic proportions was produced by the impact, and temporarily blinded Varian. Magnificent fireworks followed immediately afterwards, and caused Varian to drop the screwdriver and back away in complete fear. An electrical pulse generated from within the laptop and quickly escaped from the circuit board and into the air, rematerializing itself into a palpable figure…

…Rotom.

A stunned and dazed being stood before Varian in complete possession of his attention. The small, ethereal entity simply stared at him, confused just as much as he was. For an entire minute they stayed at a disturbing standstill, not knowing what to do. The Rotom eased its way back, cautiously hovering towards the opposite side of the room. Varian was still recovering from the sudden shock delivered by the equally surprising appearance of Rotom. He shuttered his eyelids, refocusing on the current situation and stepped towards Rotom. He reached his hand outwards as if to lure the Pokémon in. His futile attempt did the exact opposite, however, and sent the startled Pokémon hurriedly running into the outlet near the north-most wall. A few seconds after doing so, a miniature explosion within said outlet disturbed the peace, causing the power to go out.

Vairan stood there, once again, paralyzed by sheer amazement.

The entire house was engulfed in complete darkness, eliciting cries of frustration from the owners, Varian’s parents. Yet, Varian was as happy as he has ever been. Despite the crap laptop and dangerously lethal Pokémon that was hidden within, Varian took all of this extremely well. He was pleased at the sight of such mishaps, simply because he knew that this was his way out. He knew that Rotom was the key, and he knew that they were going to get the hell out of Knot, and fast, lest they become stuck there forever…but did Rotom know this?

The damned thing didn’t have a clue. For all it knew, he could’ve been in Johto, playing Hide-n’-go-Seek with his siblings. The ghost stayed in the vicinity, numerously poking its head out of the aforesaid outlet, causing sparks to fly in every single direction. Varian’s parents were currently enraged by the fact that their power was crippled. They were forced to call and request a back up generator for the house, at least until the power corporation visited to diagnose the cause. Varian, well aware that they would take the Rotom, hurriedly rushed forth to the outlet. Casting aside all of his fear and suspicion, the boy tapped on the electrical source, somehow trying to grasp the attention of the Rotom.

Several attempts later and the attic began to subtly tremble. The outlet was burned out, obviously, but still managed to display a shower of fireworks as the Rotom escaped into the physical world. One dramatic entrance later and the Rotom was silently staring at Varian once again. Its blue plasma-esque body hovered over the floor, crackling with electricity every now and then. Its ghastly body, shaped ironically like a lightning rod, gave off a blue’ish and red’ish aurora. The sheer beauty of the Pokémon struck Varian hard and he nearly forgot why he had summoned the disturbed creature. Snapping back into reality, Varian began to plead for the Pokémon to leave.

”They’re going to take you!” He cried out, motioning for Rotom to leave. Yet, the small ghost paid no attention to Varian’s request. Frustrated with the inability to communicate with the Pokémon, Varian decided to elevate his voice and use his body to relay the message. ”Get the hell out of here! Now!” His violent voice and exaggerated body language frightened the innocent Rotom and caused it to spark with confusion. Not knowing why the boy was angered with it, the Rotom instinctively left the scene, escaping via the small outlet that it had previously burned out. Varian collapsed to the floor, pissed due to the fact that he had just shooed away a potential friend. He felt bitter and sour; engrossed in his own emotions, he failed to notice the lights restored. His parents calmed down and managed to contact the Power Company to cancel their scheduled appointment.

Despite Varian’s thoughts of hopelessness, this wouldn’t be the last time Rotom would interfere with his life. Actually, Rotom would play an important role in his life. Rotom, as mentioned before, was the key out of Knot… It would unleash the sleeping courage within Varian. It would save his life…

* * *

Varian was now fifteen years old, maturing at a much quicker pace than his peers were. He had successfully graduated from school almost four years early, blowing past the weaker opposition with ease. Upon graduation Varian took up the trade of technician, taking advantage of the Pokémon Net Center native to his town. He grew a bond with Celio, good friend of Bill, and manager of the PNC. He learned everything Celio was willing to teach and, as before, etched it into his mind as a permanent resource. He quickly grew familiar with technology and was able to help Celio himself on the Network Machine, a machine that allows trainers to trade across miles and miles of land.

Using his newfound abilities, Varian looked to restore his old Laptop. He used the tools that Celio had access to, and in no time was able to fix the Laptop up, even giving it a new frame and operating system. It looked brand new, as if it were completely unscathed. Black, shiny, and operational, Varian was able to finally turn the laptop on, revealing an entire world to the boy. He showed Celio, and convinced him to allow use of the Wifi connection used with the Network Machine to connect to the world wide Internet. Defying Knot laws, defying custom, and defying his own parents, Varian proceeded to install a functional web browser, giving him access to information he wouldn’t have otherwise.

The graduate was in wonderment. He spent every second of every minute of every hour he had to spare on his laptop. He studied the art of mechanism, enlightening himself with new information each and every single day. He took his tools and put them to work in the Net Center, helping Celio improve every aspect of Network Machine. He added new features, tested for bugs, and redesigned it all under the guidance and training of Celio. Varian was simply stunned with what he was able to accomplish. There was so much to do… So much was possible…

Though, breaking the law to access this information was going to bite him in the ass sooner or later, and apparently, it would be sooner. Word was leaked into the public that Varian indeed had access to the Internet, and that it was a result of Celio. Citizens, staying loyal and true to their way of life, arrogantly began to buzz with tension. Varian’s faith was tested, and the citizens were ruthless. His parents were appalled, and although had nothing to do with the ordeal, suffered public humiliation as well. The people of Knot wouldn’t have it…and it went as far as to have Varian’s life threatened.

During a late Saturday night, Varian had stayed after hours in the Pokémon Net Center with Celio to discuss possible ways to further expand the Network Machine. Howbeit, there was a small group of people bent on assassinating Varian for the inconsequential fact that he had resisted law, and they conspired to do so on that specific night… The oppression was armed with heavy hitting weapons; bats, clubs, and even loaded guns. One even held up a lit torch, as if to be cliché. They planned to attack the boy as soon as he left the building, and so they obscured themselves in a nearby alley.

Varian left the Net Center, unaware of the danger that was to come. He had his laptop strapped around his shoulders thanks to the case given to him by Celio. He aimlessly trotted down the sidewalk like any other day, that is, until he passed the alleyway. Almost immediately afterwards a man jumped forth, holding a large wooden baseball bat in his hands. He snickered and took a step towards Varian, causing the victimized boy to step back, initiating a defensive posture. Another two men appeared behind him, armed with the aforementioned gun and club, whilst the remaining aggressor remained in the alley with the torch.

”Why don’t you just f***ing leave?”

Grunted the bat wielding fool before swinging in an exaggerated manner. Yet, before the strike made contact with Varian’s skull, a spark in a nearby transformer went off, flying onto the man’s shoulder, and ultimately catching aflame. A large explosion followed almost instantaneously, sending the light pole crashing down onto the sidewalk, separating Varian from the opposing party. Another large spark spawned itself, summoning a familiar face into the scene; Rotom.





Varian’s face lit up from the point on, knowing that the Rotom had returned to save him. The rarefied Pokémon proceeded its onslaught with a murderous Thundershock, buffeting the already flaming man, and ultimately ending his life. The target lay motionless on the night sidewalk, causing the remaining fools to back away slowly before completely turning around and fleeing. With a triumphant shout, the Rotom turned to face Varian with a friendly expression. Feeling relieved, Varian returned the softened utterance with a reassuring look of his own, and was able to sum up enough bravado to ‘pet’ the plasma Pokémon. Rotom settled down and lowered its guard, allowing Varian to touch it without getting shocked. This moment illustrated the trust that the Rotom had in Varian, and although it was a subtle reference, could potentially bloom into a much stronger bond…

…And it did.

Rotom helped Varian notice the potential that the outside world had, and with each passing day Varian grew much more defiant. He felt uncomfortably secluded, and needed room to grow and sprout. He pushed away the political half of his life fervently, making sure that the fact that he had no intentions to become a part of this horrible government was known. He passionately engaged in frequent arguments with his parents about what he planned on doing and how he planned on leaving…yet, his parents wouldn’t let him. Their grip was too tight, and it seemed as if Varian couldn’t just up and leave. No one would let him go…

Running away wasn’t possible. There were too little exits, and the only ways out (boat, plane, etc.) were heavily guarded and monitored. Despite Varian’s inhumane intelligence, he just could not overcome the island’s sheer numbers. He obviously couldn’t ask to leave due to his parents completely opposing his goals. Moreover, the island was also aware of his attempts to leave, therefor he was no longer afforded the ability to freely come and go spontaneously. Though, there was still one very risky option left, and, of course, Varian would do whatever it would take to leave. Ergo, he wouldn’t mind being banished.

…
….
…..

Readied with his loyal pal Rotom, now better known as Levis, Varian’s will was as adamant as ever. He wanted to plot something that would get him banished, for sure, without the fact that he was the mayor’s son interfering. He wanted to pull something off that would disgrace his family so severely that there would be no other option but to banish him, and that would require something of a pretty high caliber. So Varian began plotting… He proceeded to retreat up to the attic, with his laptop, and Levis, whom was safely tucked within. Once the coast was clear he pulled the laptop out and released Levis. The metallic notebook flipped open. The backlight lit up in a lazy manner, divulging the desktop. Varian’s finger tapped on the tablet lightly, guiding the cursor towards a lone icon; ‘Web Browser.’ After a quick two jabs in succession the screen turned a bright white, and Varian was now surfing the Internet.

Levis watched in silence, showing the utmost respect for Varian. It had grown heavily attached to the aspiring technician over the past couple of years, and shared a bond that was unshakable. The poor plasmatic creature was lost and alone before meeting him, being somehow trapped within the laptop that Varian was in possession of. He didn’t have any idea what he did for Levis, let alone knowing that he could have saved his life. Rotom had entered that exact laptop in an attempt to escape the wrath of a wild Growlithe, but immediately after fleeing into the device the canine unleashed a fury of Embers, burning, and ultimately sealing Rotom within. It wasn’t until Varian came along that he was condemned within the damn thing, weathering God knows how many acts of brutality. Varian unknowingly saved his life, and Levis would forever be in debt…

”…I got it.” Muttered Varian.





All eyes were on the laptop as Varian was deep within the source of the Pokémon Center’s blueprints. He had accessed the Center’s homepage, and was able to literally brute force himself into the ACP, gaining access to a hell of a lot of information. This included what Pokémon were currently being healed, what trainers were being kept overnight, what staff members were serving what shifts, salaries, etc. etc. Though, Varian didn’t need much of this information at all… He just wanted to execute one of the more successful break-ins in the history of Knot, and knowing the history of this island gave Varian a new sense of confidence.

Varian stood up all night, conversing with Levis and finalizing his plot. Taking note of all the shifts, what staff was currently in, and the security measures they took to keep the place thief proof, Varian was more than ready to carry out his plan. It was simple; use Levis to destroy the power box located behind the Pokécenter, resulting in a blackout. Afterwards he would send Levis through the Air Handling Unit to destroy the establishment’s ventilation system. When that was done and over with, the Pokémon would travel through the vents within the ceilings until it reached the main lobby. Once within the lobby he would activate the door using a small jolt of electricity, granting Varian entrance into the Pokémon Center. If there was any trouble at all with the employees Levis was to launch a combination consisting of a Thunder Wave and Confuse Ray to heavily cripple their ability to resist. From there Varian would waltz right in, register a Pokedex under his name, and then destroy the place.

…

…And, that’s exactly what he did. With absolutely no fear, the soon to be culprit flawlessly broke into the Pokémon Center, and with the help of Levis was able to effortlessly cripple the staff. Once inside he was quick to claim a lone Pokeball, and upon doing so reached for a Pokedex. Varian called Levis over and had him activate the main computer with a steady current of electricity. Masterfully, Varian was able to successfully register his Pokedex, the Pokeball, and Levis as a legal trainer. Varian praised Levis, and had him do one last thing…wreak havoc. Flashes and explosions awoke the silent night in terror, and, predictably, a throng of bystanders watched in awe as the Pokémon Center fell victim to a massive electrical fire.

Varian nonchalantly left the wreck with Levis harmlessly hovering by his side. A smile was present on his face and he couldn’t help but to snicker in glee. Minutes passed and sirens entered the scene. Police, firemen, EMC, the works…everyone was present. Yet, Varian was now completely oblivious and paid no mind to his surroundings. He knew he had successfully left this place… He knew that now he was on his way towards a new Journey, and all though it would be tough, he would be able to handle it.

The day before setting off, however, Varian acted on an impulse that he had a while back…He had all ready exhausted his need for Levis, and couldn’t take the risk that involved taking him along. He would have to set him free, only to see him in the near future if fate allowed it. Instead, he was able to convince his parents to allow him a Pokémon of his own, and surprisingly enough, they complied without resistance. They mentioned that they still loved their boy, but didn’t love who he became, and as a token of their makeshift commitment, they afforded him a Lunatone, one that has been faithful to the family for decades…

Varian was now equipped, and ready to set-off on his Journey to an exotic, new Region.

Appearance: Posted Image

Poketech Color: :techblue

Starter Town: Wayford


Trainer Items
:pokeball 3x Pokeball
:techblack 1x Poketech

Badges

None

Awards Won

None

:money Money: $300
Edited by Caleb Chanter, Jul 17 2008, 06:43 AM.
 
Caleb Chanter Jul 17 2008, 06:46 AM Post #2
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Pokémon

:lunatone Lunatone
Level 5 { }
Tackle, Harden, Confusion
:exp 0/50

Pokémon in PC
Edited by Caleb Chanter, Jul 17 2008, 07:20 AM.
 
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