Everyone needs to take a break sometimes, and that includes the very best trainers in the world! So, welcome to The Mountain Ridge, a picturesque resort up in the mountains of the Nita region, where all of the world's gym leaders, elite four members, and even champions, come to relax and have fun. Situated near a beautiful, clear blue lake, and a quaint little town with taverns and gift shops and music and dancers, you and your pokemon are sure to have a wonderful time at The Mountain Ridge!
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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Occupation:
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Name: Itzal
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Occupation: Ghost type gym leader
Home region (CANNOT be a a canon region): Nita
Additional Rules:
Fakemon are allowed, but they must be your creation, and they cannot be OP. They also must have canon types and movesets. One fanmade move is ok, as long as it is reasonable, but the rest must be canon.
Romance is allowed, but remember, there are kids here, so keep it PG
And that's it!
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After what seemed like forever, Itzal had finally made it up to The Mountain Ridge. Walking there in tengu geta had proven to be quite the mistake, since his feet were now killing him, but he didn't care. Soon, he'd be surrounded only by other professional trainers, and not by children demanding a challenge.
He dumped his bag in his room, and walked barefoot down to the pool, letting his team out as he lounged by the poolside cafe.
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(Forms:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Occupation:
Home region:
Name: Itzal
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Occupation: Ghost type gym leader
Home region (CANNOT be a a canon region): Nita
Additional Rules:
Fakemon are allowed, but they must be your creation, and they cannot be OP. They also must have canon types and movesets. One fanmade move is ok, as long as it is reasonable, but the rest must be canon.
Romance is allowed, but remember, there are kids here, so keep it PG
And that's it!
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After what seemed like forever, Itzal had finally made it up to The Mountain Ridge. Walking there in tengu geta had proven to be quite the mistake, since his feet were now killing him, but he didn't care. Soon, he'd be surrounded only by other professional trainers, and not by children demanding a challenge.
He dumped his bag in his room, and walked barefoot down to the pool, letting his team out as he lounged by the poolside cafe.