Brynn sauvage
Près de,, & 
Je me suis accroché au tronc de l'arbre dans l'espoir de rester caché. Je pouvais à peine comprendre ce que les deux - attendez, maintenant trois, les hommes ressemblaient, et encore moins ce qu'ils disaient. Deux soldats très formels et militants, probablement du Régime. L'autre, cependant, semblait s'affoler sur ses paroles, peut-être un jeune enfant. Un autre rebelle? ..les dieux l'aident. J'espère qu'il s'en sortira. J'ai regardé vers le bas Vi qui était encore accroupi dans la brousse en dessous de moi, pensant à moi-même, 'Si quelque chose se passe, nous serons là pour aider.' En plaçant ma main sur ma poitrine où la balle de Grimm était en sécurité rangée dans mon gilet sans manches sous ma veste, j'ai murmuré sous mon souffle, "Ils ne nous prendront plus." Vi a commencé à être agité en dessous de moi, et je pouvais le sentir... mais ils pouvaient la voir? D'en haut, je pouvais à peine distinguer sa tête et ses oreilles, assez pour savoir qu'elle était encore là au moins. J'espérais qu'elle avait cueilli un buisson assez épais pour qu'à partir d'une vue directe, elle ne puisse pas être vue. '- longtemps depuis qu'elle a rencontré une autre de ses espèces.' Je concentre mes yeux sur le groupe devant, et je fais juste deux hommes comme je l'avais supposé dans les tenues de soldat du Régime, et le jeune garçon debout avec eux. Beaucoup plus petit que les deux soldats géants qui se tiennent devant lui. Rester mis dans mon arbre, je me laisse à peine respirer et rester aussi immobile qu'une statue dans les tentatives de ne pas être vu. J'avais besoin de sortir d'ici, mais pas avant qu'ils se dispersent. Il y avait trop d'action ici, et j'avais besoin d'être de nouveau en mouvement au moins pour arriver à New York le matin. J'avais encore une heure de voyage avant de pouvoir y arriver.
♦Name♦
"My name is Bronwyn Wild, but I just go by Brynn. No need for the full name. I hate it, anyway."
♦Gender♦
"Is it that hard to tell? I'm a female, you uncultured swine."
♦Age♦
"21-years of age."
♦Other♦
"I've got combat skills. Grimm, Vi and I train, it's not just on them when it comes to protection between us. I can fight."
♦Personality♦
"I guess you could say I'm your typical loner. Kind of a rebel, as well, honestly. Not the hard-core types, but one all the same. I care deeply, and love purely. Throughout the years of hardships I've faced, I manage to keep a soft spirit and a kind heart. I'm a fighter. I stand up for what's right in the world. Not much that's right about it, now, but.. I don't give up. Nor am I easily intimidated by the Regime, or anyone else. Stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed.. whatever you may call it. All of the above, I guess. I don't give up easy, that's for sure. I doubt you'll find another girl quite like me."
♦Background♦
"I lost my mother when I was young, and my father. Well, he was never around back in the day, but out of the blue decided to pop back into my life. Come to find out, my father is a high ranking Regime Officer. Makes me hate him even more. I've pretty much been on my own since I was 12-years-old. Luckily when I was 14, nearly 15, I found Grimm. Since then, he and I have thrived pretty well.. for a couple of orphans, anyway. We've stayed out of the Regime's eye for the most part, up until my father mysteriously found us. We only take what we need but we always give back - except for Grimm's pokeball. I'm not giving that back, obviously. I found it on the road, where it must have fallen out of a Regime transport truck."
♦Pokemon♦
"On Regime books, I've got my female Vulpix, named 'V'. What they don't know, is I've also got a second Pokemon. A male Cubone I've named Grimm."
♦Pokemon Background♦
"My Cubone, Grimm has been with me 6, almost 7 years. Grimm and I were truly meant for one another. I lost my mother when I was just 11-years-old, on the brink of turning 12, to liver failure. Come to find out later, she was a heavy alcoholic. Anyway, I was out in the woods moping around while attempting to gather some firewood before dark when I, quite literally, stumbled upon a small Pokemon. I picked up the logs I'd dropped in the process to turn back to the Pokemon to find it was crying, sitting up against a bush. Leaves, branches and scuff marks covered the ground, ugly scars left on tree trunks that now oozed it's lifeblood sap.... The poor Pokemon had tear stains running through the dirt layer on his face mask. His crying grew louder from the moment I gazed his way. I felt sorry for him. I'd heard stories of the Cubone Pokemon, and thinking back on them now, I could relate to it. I got down on one knee, setting aside my scrawny logs to free my hands so I could pull out the bandanna from my back pocket. With it, I held up my hand to show him I had no weapon and I meant no harm. The Cubone's crying stopped almost instantly and he watched me with weary eyes, probably not sure what to do in the moment. Let me in, or run. I'd have chosen the latter if I was him, I wouldn't have blamed him. With a cautious hand, I wiped his mask clean of both tears and dirt. I picked up his club and held it out to him as I murmured, "My mother's gone, too. You'll see yours again, one day." I got up once he took his club back, gathering my things and leaving. To my surprise, a few minutes up the road the very same Cubone was in my path, staring me down with a kind smile. He had to have cut through the forest to beat me there, but there he stood. The Cubone followed me all the way home, and ever has followed me every step of the way since. I am his, and Grimm is mine.
How I came across Vee is, well. It's a different story, I'll tell you that. When my father, Rhaeger Cross the Regime Officer reappeared in my life, he taught me quite a bit about how to avoid the Regime and how to properly train my pokemon. Honestly, that's the only thing I'm grateful about him giving me, besides V. Before parting ways, my father handed me a deep red Cherish Ball and told me it was a gift from my mother. I released the pokemon to find a small Vulpix with five tails, hence the name V. Roman numeral for five. Had it not been sent by my mother, I'd have given it back. V remains the only pokemon in my possession on Regime records, thanks to my father.
The relationship I have with V isn't as strong as the one I have with Grimm, but each shares mutual respect between trainer and pokemon. I've run into trainers who treat their pokemon much like the Regime do to their 'service pokemon'. Master and Servant. It's disgusting. Pokemon deserve to be treated better. They're much like us. On the run, afraid and alone. Why shouldn't they be treated the same as we'd treat another human being?"
♦Appearance♦
"I have dark brown eyes and the hair to match them. My hair length extends down to my chest and remains straight until it gets humid, then it gets a bit of a wavy curl going on. Standing straight, I peak at about 5'10" and weight approximately 145lbs. Slim, athletic build."
♦Outfit & Pack♦
"Plain black snapback hat. White v-neck, short-sleeve t-shirt. Black, sleeveless vest. Black boots. Black pants. Dark brown bomber jacket. Black sling backpack with included camelbak and side-pouch bottle."
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(Face Claim: Hailee Steinfeld)