It Turns Out He Looks Pretty Damn Good In A Dress

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A marathon philosophical session examining the nature of typing frees Pokemon from their earthly and speciesal limitations into something paradoxically normal and abnormal simultaneously, resulting in generation of a special variant of the most ironically common type and yet the most uncommon variant, which is to say, their type becomes Normal

(*) - Moves made with Together must

Activate on the slower Pokemon's turn

Uses averaged AC, combined dice rolls, and grants extra effects

"I won't be like anyone else; I'll carve into the mountainside people walk on the edge of, come out the other side, and emerge somewhere people have never been, and never envisioned."

Fifteen years ago, Locc Chrisson was born to fairly unremarkable parentage in seedy Pyrite Town, Orre. His mother a corner swindler, who made money by faking fortunes, games of sleight of hand, and general other fraud and mischief hardly befitting a woman going on thirty. His father, by comparison, was a punk rollerskating teen who, in his own words, "totally scored with this hot chick but now she's pregnant and man it's probably not even my kid I mean look at those titties she's gotta get Lange Cocktailjurken guys all the time but I'm getting this shit thrown on me anyway, so dude, you've gotta help me out here." All things considered for Orre, this was a fairly normal setup that led to a fairly normal growing up - down on his luck, not exactly loved, and with parents who had no idea what the fuck they were doing trying to take care of him secondary to their own primary interests.

When Locc was four, the internationally famous Almeza Circus returned to its homeland and began putting on shows across Orre, and thanks to a street lottery his mother won tickets to their final show in the area. Travelling out to the center of the region, he inadvertantly found himself at the center of the last show the circus would put on. Provoked by who-knows-what, the many exotic, powerful, and massive Pokemon of the circus broke into a sudden rampage that slaughtered the crew of the circus - and a huge amount of the audience. Locc survived, but not without a cost; he was orphaned by the Avondjurken 2012 events, watching the Pokemon he'd seen used in friendly (or Korte Trouwjurk heated) battles suddenly turned against other humans scarred him deeply as well.

While the region descended in a firestorm of fury and desire for justice on the only survivors of the circus' crew - the three children of the Ringleader who themselves had lost all their friends and family - Locc felt no hatred, just intense fear. The child was taken in by what little social services existed in Orre, but quickly ran away from home to grow up as a little brat on the streets of Pyrite.

In Orre, Locc had to learn quick how to train Pokemon. Surprisingly, while his fear and trauma had led to him fleeing from larger Pokemon, young ones like himself seemed to get along even better with him. He made his mark as a prodigy in Pyrite and was taken in by a roving light-hearted gang of orphans and runaways much like himself, and enjoyed life.

Many years later, Locc - now having inexplicably changed his name to John Smith - was spotted battling at the Pyrite Colosseum by an academy recruiter and approached. He'd long left the gang he'd grown up with, accompanied now only by his own Pokemon and with a distinctly intellectual mind for the infamously criminal region. When offered the choice to take the Academy's exams, he accepted with a knowing smile, and a response of, "it's about damn time you asked."