NEW HOPES.

Perhaps visiting a new region because you no longer could stand the sight of ‘family’ seems a bit drastic; but Natalia had never been the type of person to stay in one spot for too long. She’s seen, been, visited just about every region there was, so why not see what LONGHA had in store for her. Besides a new region meant new Pokemon and she could almost vibrate with excitement to see what precious bug type the region would have in store for her.

It’s been a few days and she settled in quite well. Finally she’d finishing setting up camp and allowed her Pokemon free. There is silence and it’s perfect. No one asking more of her, no one nagging her to be better. Just her Pokemon accepting her for all she was. But she’s pulled from her though when she hears a snap of a twig behind her.

Violet hues focus on the person ahead, it’s always been her nature to outspoken ( extroverted ) if you will. It’s how she had met most people in her life. Not that many had stuck. But nonetheless she smiles weakly and then a small wave.

❛ Can you believe I was once told that Bugs are one of the three most disgusting things in the world. ❜ She turns to face her volcarona like there is nothing else like her in the world. ❛ They’re just misunderstood. Misjudged. ❜ & maybe that’s why she had taken such a liking to them, for she too was judge way to quickly on things she could not exactly control.

Of course making the rounds around his town was the duty of a gym leader. What are you, stupid? While the sights were the same every day, the people waving to him at the exact same time- if he didn’t make sure everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be, he would go nuts. Plus, some fresh air did any hothead good.

So what was he feeling when he saw some tent set up by Iven’s Shore? First off- damn Locke for making him in charge of the shore so that they could stay holed up in that forest of theirs- second off, who the shit?

He doesn’t pull any punches- not even when the girl gives a more than cordial introduction, if he could call that one.

“...Right,” His lips purse. Eyes aren’t visible, but there’s some squinting going on one could assume. Granted, he almost takes her observation to heart- it wasn’t... wrong, he supposed, even though bug types were someone else’s specialty. But still, what? “-And what the crap are you doing here, exactly? If you’re a tourist, you came to the wrong place. All the interesting stuff is some way’s over there.”

He points out to the sea. The main island was indeed where all the good stuff was at, but whether this woman even knew what he was talking about was not his issue. The irate tone in his voice was clear, even if he wasn’t exactly pissed off yet. Just confused, and not understanding. 

“You guys should come to Longha. There’s... a lot of stuff here. I’m sure. Totally. Just gotta show up and see for yourself. Don’t take my word for it. Fine, fine I’ll say it-”

name: costa. age: 17. birthday: june 22. alignment: neutral [???] pronouns: he/him language(s): galarian (proficient), traditional longhanian (fluent), sparse kantoan

occupation: festen town gym leader. type specialty: ice. strategy: all offense. “mascot” pokemon: sneasel/weavile line.

motto: you hate me cause you ain’t me. likes: soda, math, training, festen town, battling. dislikes: losing, being babied, being without his jacket.

fun facts: 

HAHA, /COOL/

hellooooooooooooo handsome

*snips off his little braid*

to start your journey, you’re going to have to get through me.

do i even have to spell it out for you? try me. you’re going all the way back home, loser.

off the coast of somewhere is a cluster of islands that so desperately wants to be seen. on a landmass just off the coast of the islands are some teens that have yet to be heard.

                                      will they play their part? will you?