Forrest et Mika étaient sur le point de se coucher pour la nuit quand le bruit d'une voix a permi leur tente. Un moment plus tard, une autre voix envoya Forrest sortir de la tente pour se débarrasser de la petite flamme qui était leur feu. La deuxième voix parlait à nouveau. Cette fois, Forrest triangula la direction d'où elle venait. Ils étaient plus profonds dans les arbres qu'il n'était un peu loin, mais il devait toujours s'assurer qu'ils n'étaient pas des agents du Régime. Comme Forrest a déménagé pour enquêter sur Mika a fait un murmure. "Ça va être bien, mon pote. Allez. Restez calmes et calmez-vous." L'entraîneur a dit à son pokémon qu'il tenait compte de ses propres paroles. Rester aussi bas et calme qu'il pouvait suivre le son des voix. Après quelques instants, la paire s'arrêta dans ses traces comme il le voyait et entendit quelque chose de trop familier. Le récit flash et le crack de l'énergie de quelqu'un appelant un pokémon à ou de leur pokéball. Maintenant qu'il était plus près, il pouvait mieux entendre et la deuxième voix semblait faire des introductions avec la première. En profitant de l'occasion pour déplacer Forrest et Mika se sont rapprochés jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse faire les contours des deux voix. Forrest pensait qu'il avait entendu parler des rebelles, mais il ne pouvait pas le dire, alors il scootait un peu plus près et écoutait pour plus d'informations. Il a prié pour qu'ils ne soient pas des voyous du régime, mais avec sa chance, ça pourrait être n'importe qui.
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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