Euh... c'est Robyn... je veux dire... attendez... je suis Robyn... c'est Nina... Oui.
Ezra n'a pas pu s'empêcher de casser un sourire denté alors que la fille s'est faufilée sur une introduction. Il a étouffé quelques coups légers à travers son sourire, essayant d'éviter de ressembler à une sorte de trou du cul émasculant. Mais il n'a pas pu s'en empêcher. Elle était trop mignonne. L'oignon feuillu et moelleux qu'elle appela Nina fit des bruits aux deux, et Brie ne répondit pas. Ezra pouvait interpréter les bruits comme une simple salutation, et Robyn semblait le confirmer.
Bientôt la région se remplissait de deux autres habitants, l'un étant le jeune, familier face à Ato. Ezra regarda comme les trois conversèrent, faisant quelques observations réfléchies sur la fille Robyn a abordé. "Tall...hime coupé..." Alors qu'il enquêtait sur la femelle, son visage commençait à se transformer en une apparence de réalisation surprenante. Ato étant sur la scène a pratiquement confirmé les soupçons d'Ezra.
Alors que les trois entraîneurs essayaient de comprendre ce qu'on aurait pu appeler le chat rose, la bouche d'Ezra s'est lentement transformée en une mare excitée, béante et à gaz. "Ohhhhhh! Vous êtes les filles dont Ato m'a parlé!" Il s'est interrompu avec un clap. Il a brouillé un commentaire sur l'une des descriptions faites par l'assistant. Il y a peut-être des personnages de l'ensemble qui ont disparu de la scène.
"Quel est l'un d'entre vous d'Unova? J'ai entendu beaucoup de choses géniales sur cet endroit." Il a demandé, tenant à peine dans son excitation. Cette excitation l'a tellement rattrapé dans le moment, il a presque contourné sa propre introduction. "Oh, euh, je suis Ezra, du descendant de la maison Daly." Il a reflexivement tordu le pendentif sur son collier alors qu'il s'annonçait lui-même. "Je suis un représentant du Dojo River's Flow à Mistriver. Et voici Brie." Il a fait un geste vers l'Oshawott, qui se demandait pourquoi il n'avait pas avancé sur la route.
Name: Ezra Gerald Daly
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Appearance: His active lifestyle and general upbringing have left the young man with a noticeably athletic physique. Thin, lean muscle, like a sprinter or swimmer, as opposed to a bodybuilder. And standing at a wide-shouldered 6 foot 2, it's kinda clear to see why. He's a sporty guy, so naturally you'll mostly see him in athletic shorts and running sneakers. A shirt is usually optional. He has a small, beaded necklace that is almost always on his person, dangling from his neck if not wrapped around his wrist. It has a wood carved charm that he fidgets with from time to time, one that resembles the crest of his ancestors (a stylized, curvy thundercloud, displaying both a sole raindrop, and a bolt of lightning). Being from Mystriver Isles, his skin is noticeably tan. His dark brown hair falls wavy and long, just a little bit past his shoulders. It’s usually in a ponytail of some sort. His eyes are brown, large, and usually doe-like and expressive.
Personality: At first glance, the guy's kinda talkative, like one of those loud, obnoxious personal trainers. Loves being in a conversation, but has a habit of saying wrong things at wrong times. And sometimes he might talk over someone, or change topic naively. He’s the kind of guy to hold several conversations at once. But, he means no wrong. If anything, he likes watching others succeed. He takes pride in looking as approachable as possible, so you'll see him smile a lot. His posture will usually be more relaxed than his figure would imply.
Profession: Ezra was raised to be a Warrior (and naturally it shows). Comfortable with making his parents proud and living up to their wishes, he won't stray too far from that particular career path. But, he also takes joy in training the bodies and minds of Pokémon and person alike.
Talents: An impressive swimmer, as are the most of the people living along the Mystriver coasts, Ezra loves being in water. Either through surfing up a wave, jogging along the shore, or marvelling at a thunderstorm. When he wasn't going through martial arts training, he would play on the beach with his free time, frolicking and tending to the multitude of Pokémon that would occupy the area. It was their natural habitat, after all, he just wanted to befriend all of them.
He picked up his family's affinity for Water and Electric types without a hitch, as well as his empath-like abilities. "It was cute," His mother would describe, "He loved bringing the little ones home. When he'd talk to them, they'd talk back! I’d like to think we all had that phase at one point or another, but Ezra held on to the habit far into his teens."
He was taught the Warrior Skill Shout Cure at his hometown’s Dojo, which his parents found fitting, given the boy’s chatty nature.
Starter Pokémon: Out of the many families of Pokémon inhabiting the isle, Ezra associated with a small clan of Oshawott the most. The youngest of the clan was the one that wanted to join him on his travels to the inland. A little female, just as sporty and talkative as her new travelling companion, named Brie. She knows Tackle, and Water Gun, possesses the hidden Shell Armor ability, and Ezra would describe her nature as Jolly.
Inventory: Ezra carries around large canvas rucksack, filled with the following items:
- 6 Poké Balls, just about enough to have an entire party
- 5 Super Potions
- P$2500 in cash for small expenses
- A week's worth of clothing, including at least one pair of jeans, and a dark blue pullover hoodie
- Additional personal care items, consisting of travel sized athletic supplements, tons of snacks, protein shake powders, and general toiletries
- A small first-aid kit for treating minor human injuries
- A matte black PokéLink, a device that he's on almost constantly
- You’ll most likely see it fastened to his bicep in some sort of sport band, with earbuds sticking out of it to keep him connected.
Hometown: Mystriver Isle City, Mystriver Isle, Sengun
Biography: As far back as the elders can remember, the Daly clan were always proud to be Warriors. Fiercely supportive, fathers and mothers would be encouraged by their predecessors to have their offspring embark down the Warrior path.
This was no different for Ezra’s parents, Hera and Jackson Jr. Seeing as they themselves once took up the warrior’s creed, it didn’t take much convincing to do the same for their only son. Rather than being unfairly forced into the lifestyle by two parents, he (alongside equally aged cousins and other family members) was gracefully and carefully eased into the creed, backed by the love and support of his extended family.
For as long as Ezra could walk on his own and form sentences, he was being trained in the field of martial arts. And, along with a formal education, he was taught the history lessons of the region by the his eldest living grandparents.
When the news of Sengun’s own Pokemon league hit the Isles, most of the elders thought it no different than a glorified tourist attraction. But it piqued Ezra’s interest well enough. He may have been to some of the other kingdoms in his youth, but with the idea of the league challenge presenting itself, he would now have a chance to see it all. He could meet new Pokémon, meet new people, and see just where his warrior skills lie amongst the dojos of the land.
Once his mind was made up, his parents could do nothing to stop him. And neither did they want to, seeing it as a chance for their son to dip his feet into the waters of the region. With a packed bag and little Brie at his side, he made for the next airship bound for Regala. A commercial concerning the league mentioned the region’s capital as natural starting point for league participants, and the Pokémon professors willing to assist newcomers.