Ezra regarda comme Alix recula vers une autre partie de l'épais. "Huh. Elle a l'air plutôt concentrée..." Il a mentionné avec une punaise. Mais c'était pour une bonne raison. Comme l'a mentionné le Ranger, cette partie de la forêt regorgeait positivement de faune. La plupart étaient sur leurs propres appareils, rebondissant à travers les arbres ou scatter devant les pieds d'Ezra. Certains, cependant, étaient tout à fait conscients du grand humain qui habitait leur espace, avec un peu d'eau-type qui était assez hors de la place. Désireux d'obtenir la goutte sur l'évident entraîneur, un Pokémon ressemblant à un gland massif tombé de sa perche dans les arbres, le surprenant facilement et Brie.
"Oh SHA!"Mon Dieu!" L'Oshawott s'exclama, s'attaquant avec réflexivité à son scalchop alors qu'elle trébuchait à l'envers. Ezra d'autre part, était plus curieux que tout. "Hé, vous êtes un Seedot..." Il s'est moqué, agenouillé pour avoir un regard de plus près. Naturellement, le Seedot a répondu en se jetant dans la poitrine du garçon, le frappant sur son cul. "Dottototodot!"Tu as l'air assez fort! Combattons-nous!" Le gland répondit, confiant dans ses capacités. Ezra était rapide à ses pieds, donnant un coup d'oeil vers Brie. Brie, à son tour, secoua immédiatement la tête. Elle savait qu'elle était désavantagée ici. "Ouais, tu as raison." Il a répondu.
Puis, le petit Seedot a à nouveau chargé à Ezra. Brie cherchait une protection derrière une des jambes d'Ezra. "Tenez-vous, petits trucs." Quelle tension a gagné d'une telle ruée, a pris fin comiquement quand Ezra a mis son pied vers le haut et a mis fin à l'assaut du gland suractive. "Seedottotototodotto!"Allez, mec, combattez-moi! Combattez-vous! » Elle s'est cognée, en poussant de la poussière alors que le pied d'Ezra le gardait en place. "J'ai une meilleure idée." Le Seedot semblait soudain intrigué. "Je prends le défi de la ligue, et je vais bientôt à Mystriver. Tu veux venir avec moi? Je te promets que tu auras tous les combats que tu pourras gérer." Ezra a donné au Seedot une offre prometteuse, une qu'il ne voulait pas vraiment refuser. "Seedot?""Vraiment? C'est promis?" Ezra a souri et s'est agenouillé. "Bien sûr! J'en ai même une pour toi." Pendant qu'il parlait, il brandissait un pokeball.
"Appuyez juste sur votre visage sur le bouton juste là, et il est tout à vous." Le Seedot était impatient de se conformer, et immédiatement un faisceau rouge l'a englouti. Ezra a donné un compte silencieux trois avant que le dispositif de capture cliquait. "Bienvenue dans l'équipe, mon pote." Il s'est levé droit et a réussi à attraper un nouveau coéquipier. "Je dois vous donner un nom à un moment donné, hein?" Il a sorti son Pokédex, continuant à travers le pinceau alors qu'il regardait la nouvelle entrée.
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.