Indigo Samson
On ne pouvait pas le voir dans le noir, mais la poitrine d'Indigo s'est entachée. Un soupir sortit de ses lèvres. Un faux pas ici et le plan est ruiné. Indigo l'avait bien fait, pour l'instant. "Je ne peux pas dire que j'ai," Il s'est avancé dans la lumière, "Bien que j'ai perdu le contact depuis un certain temps maintenant. C'est bon de voir que j'ai des alliés, pourtant », a déclaré Indigo. C'était vrai, Indigo n'avait pas eu de nouvelles des rebelles depuis deux mois. Il n'était pas un pour commencer la conversation, ce qui explique pourquoi il n'avait jamais entendu parler de Sam auparavant, et probablement vice versa. Indigo n'était pas grand chose à connaître, ni à connaître d'autres personnes. C'était mieux ainsi; le Régime avait moins à le suivre avec lui et son pokémon. "Mon nom est Indigo Samson." Il marcha pleinement en vue maintenant, à environ dix pieds de là, avant de donner un léger arc. Indigo avait une tenue formelle, quelque chose que l'on pourrait assister à un dîner avec. Manteau pourpre, gilet marron, pantalon de robe sombre et chaussures, avec une ceinture en cuir qui a sécurisé son précieux pokéball.
Indigo a décroché le pokéball de sa ceinture et l'a retenu, montrant ses intentions. Un boulon rouge tiré de la balle et atterri sur le sol, prenant forme. "C'est Maximillian," Indigo a dit. Le Nidorana se tenait debout, les jambes droites et les épaules arquées. Son cou roulait et sa corne planait juste vers le ciel. Le Nidoran a cligné mais a peu réagi à Sam et à son Growlithe, Bo. Maximillian était étonnamment silencieux pour un pokémon, sans même un remuement de sa bouche. Il a maintenu cette position juste à gauche des chaussures de robe de Samson. Indigo parlait clairement après quelques instants de silence. "Vous allez à Manhattan. Allons-y ensemble." Indigo parlait avec ses mains autant que ses paroles. "Nous n'entrerons pas à Manhattan comme tranquillement, mais il y a des chances qu'il y ait un combat si nous sommes seuls ou non", a déclaré Indigo. Il a ajusté ses lunettes, en regardant Maximillian qui a regardé en arrière. "Et je ne prévois pas de perdre."
Name: Indigo Samson
Description: Indigo stands tall at 6' 4", with square, black lenses and hair so dark it almost has a blue tinge to it.

Age: 22
Personality: Indigo is a tactician above all else, mentally plotting out conversation, battles, and everyday life tasks alike. His observational way of thinking has kept him and his pokémon safe from the Regime, though it has cost him some of his humanity at times. Up to this point, he has not risked his own skin for the life of strangers. He fears capture or worse if he were to attempt to save another's life from the Regime. More importantly, he may lose Maximilian if he isn't careful. He regrets the decisions to remain unseen when strangers were being held captive by the Regime, but remains vigilant to his code in order to continue fighting. He is often kinder to pokémon than he is to people, feeding rations to estranged or wild pokémon from the palm of his hand. Given he had the supplies and time, he would like to establish a pokémon ranch far into the country, away from the struggle of the times. But he regretfully realizes this is a dream that will likely never be in his lifetime. Perhaps he can make that future possible, though, through his actions. Indigo stands stalwart in the face of the oppressive Regime, and would never bow to them under any circumstance.
Background: Indigo knew little of the ways of pokémon by the time he set out on his adventure, only one pokéball in his possession and a belief that if he weren't to stand, the Regime would march over not only every revel but every person in the land. The town he grew up in was forced to bow down; Indigo was only able to steal a pokéball through sheer luck and inattentiveness of a rookie guard. Now he strides onward driven, a single pokémon in his possession, a more powerful ally than any he could hope for. Indigo insists on keeping Maximilian within his only pokéball to protect him from surprise attacks by the Regime.
Pokemon Name and Nickname if applicable: Nidoran♂, nicknamed Maximilian
Pokemon Background: Maximilian was in the back of a Regime convoy when he was discovered: caged, malnourished, but still friendly to the young, approaching Indigo. He was the product of a ruthless yet inattentive officer squadron. Indigo quietly undid the hinges of the cage as the guards had made a stop, and the Nidoran♂ willfully leapt into Indigo's arms. Upon their escape, their bond was eternal, and the two have usurped the Regime's tactics to this day. Where Indigo is the brains, Maximilian is the brawn.
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