*˖ ⊹ 𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 ╱ 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡.

stats.

full name. emile langley

age. twenty - two

gender. cis man

pronouns. he & him

orientation. bisexual

occupation. ace trainer

birthplace. nimbasa city , unova

residence. undella town , unova

partner pokemon. mawile

please note, emile is Indigenous. specifically, Navajo, Hidatsa, Mandan and Tsimshian and i acknowledge this identity as an integral part of the character, even while i am writing him in a setting outside of the real world !

team.

mawile , lvl 53 , partner

mienshao , lvl 50

seismitoad , lvl 47

maractus , lvl 42

growlithe , lvl 35

metang , lvl 38

biography.

i. 

in the heart of nimbasa city, emile spent his childhood looking across the cityscape from the glittering ferris wheel and cheering on competitors in the big stadium. not a day went by where he felt bored. the only son to a mild-mannered engineer father and a driven, shining star of a mother who held tenure as one of hoenn’s former elite four, it was only a given emile favoured the ambitions of his mother as a flighty, ambitious child. he is impatient, hates the waiting until he is ten before he can set out to become a trainer. finally the day arrives ; his mother’s return from visiting family in hoenn shrouded in secrecy, the pokeball is heavy in his hand and his eyes shine in bewilderment at the companion he now has. his pokemon.

ii. 

emile’s goal never lost traction. he moved to his mother’s birthplace of undella town, only serving to make him more determined. mornings began early to train, train, train. nights were spent poring over books, sorting through what precious technical machines his pocket money let him buy. rambunctious pokemon formed part of his team — his parents liked to joke about how they were exactly like him — setting him back briefly. a particularly defiant tympole left emile discouraged, refusing to involve himself in anything to do with battling. with lots of coaxing from his mother, all too understanding of his dilemma, he eventually returned to training.

between undella town and humilau city, he trained with a ragtag group of friends, all driven to earn a new gym badge or two. for emile it wasn’t difficult. what else had he raised himself on, except the want to become stronger? but getting older tends to leave people aware of those they outgrow. quietly, it was one by one someone wouldn’t show up, wouldn’t be heard from. he realised strength could be lonely.

iii. 

championship still feels too far away. he nurses the collected eight badges carefully in his case, a frigid well of doubt beginning to weigh in the pit of his stomach as he notices it dulling beneath new layers dust on a bookshelf. he knows he is good, but not good enough. he says as much when he trudges away from his final elite four battle defeated when he is twenty. there’s buzz for how far he reaches, echoes of ‘ you’ve done well ’ and ‘ you’re famous, now ’, hands clapping him on the back ; even if it does not feel quite that way.

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