Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140416200630/@comment-24296957-20140604152131

Amet looked towards Nikolai, as if to say, 'You know exactly what I'm doing.'

Keeping his gaze on the man, he mouthed the words, 'If I screw up, help me out, please.'  With that, Amet cleared his throat. It pained him to say all of this, but it needed to be done.

"Let's take a moment and break the ice, so my intentions are known.  See, I have pity in watching you suffer. I know the feeling of being damned, alone.  I have a story book of my own.

"A litte boy.  A little boy, crying alone.  What do you do? Maybe, if you've had syblings, you'd go over to comfort the boy.  If you're investigative, you gently pry the boy for information, so you can fix it yourself.  Or, you ignore the boy, leaving him to his own devices.

"That same little boy now has an angry herd of Tauros bearing down on him.  What do you do? Do you send out your own Pokemon to try and save the boy's life, or do you stand idly and watch the boy become trampled to death?

"That same boy now has no home.  Do you give him a bed to sleep in, a meal to distract his mind? Or do you shut and lock the door in his face, leaving the boy in the dark, cold, unforgiving night?"

Amet looked at the expressions on the faces in front of him. He nodded, then looked at his Pokemon. Secretly, he hoped they knew what he was doing. They had faith in him. So did Amet.

"My story has many chapters.  We shall start from the beginning, highlighting up to now." Amet let out a heavy sigh. He didn't like to state his past, and it showed on his face. But they all had to make sacrifices. "My name is Amet Revfold," he motioned for his Pokemon to come onto the table, "And these are my Pokemon.  My Torchic, Vampa, my Togepi, Palla, and my Fletchling, Fenice.  Together, we hail from Slateport City in Hoenn, from the Kiygn clan.  We were a predominant family in the region, having good ties to the regional breeder.  We supported each other.  All was right in the world.

"I was raised to be a tactician and a fighter.  I spare no expense in following those footsteps.  For years, I lived happy.  I had everything I could ever want out of life, and more.  Nothing could possibly go wrong, I thought.  But I was wrong.

"See," Amet continued, his face solemn. A wave of oppressing feelings washed over Amet. The Pokemon felt it, too. "one night, I woke up to find nobody home, the house ransacked, my family dissapeared.  I was scared, I...Didn't know what to do." His voice dropped to a low, glancing at Ophelia. "I just..knew I had to get away before they took me.  For a while, I wandered the world, wondering what to do.  I avoided battles when possible, not daring to take out my Pokemon.  They were all I had left to remember my family by, so why would I want to harm or lose them?

"But a time came when I needed to fight for myself, and," he motioned to the Center, "fight for others.  I made a promise to myself to fight to the end.  To protect those who couldn't protect themselves.  I'd use my knowledge of Pokemon, my knowledge on how to fight, and my prowess on planning to guide the people to victory, saftey, and most of all, happiness."

Amet paused, waiting for the responses of the others. Amet looked at his Pokemon, motioning for them to greet and comfort the others.