Prohibition era, 1920s Unova. Alcohol has become completely outlawed. Speakeasies are popping up here, there and everywhere. Gangs are starting to form, and it's war, for some. But for most, everyday life is just the same as it's ever been, sans alcohol.
Castelia City, otherwise known as the Big Oran Berry, where humans and gijinka, humans with pokemon-like features coexist is the perfect hub of drunken debauchery and gang wars. By day, Castelia City is just like any other city, with big businesses and shops and department stores going about their daily business, but by night, its underbelly of speakeasies and gang violence is exposed for everybody to see. Which side of the law are you on? Or are you on neither?
(It's time for your bios!)
Name: Kitri Vasquez
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Occupation: Jazz vocalist at a speakeasy
Appearance: Kitri is tall and pale, with navy blue, chin-length hair, and blue eyes. Most of the time, she wears a thigh-length navy blue coat, with a white fur trim, and a navy blue fedora. She wears heeled boots of the same colour, which have small yellow beads at the toes. She also has a pair of honchkrow wings, which she is able to fly with.
Species: Honchkrow Gijinka
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"Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town?" Turn, step, swing, "And all that jazz..."
The crowd of drunken men began hooting and hollering, as always, with that line. This little pit of debauchery was the only place they could be the rotten scoundrels they really were, with a bellyful of booze, and honestly, Kitri wouldn't have it any other way. Kitri wasn't one to mind her manners, or play nicely, or to not sing jazz songs and drink liquor just because the law said so. Kitri was like a stray purrloin on these streets, doing exactly as she pleased, whenever she pleased to do it, law be damned.
Her show ended almost as soon as it had begun, and she went back to the bar, to help herself to another shot of whiskey. She wrinkled her nose up as it hit her tongue; she didn't care at all for the taste, it was bitter, and it burned her throat, but it loosened her up nicely, and made her forget the stresses of life for a bit.
"Nice performance tonight, dollface," the bartender, an incineroar gijinka began, pouring a martini for someone nearby, "Your moves always get the guys coming back for more, and that's just what we need."
The honchkrow downed the glass. "Well, it's good to support small businesses, ain't it?" she responded, "Better to work for 'em, in my opinion, though. 'Specially if I get booze out of it."
"Always a bonus," the bartender agreed, using an ember to light a flaming sambuca, "They can send all the cops they like down 'ere, but they'll never shut us down. Well, maybe this place, but if they think they stop us drinking, they've got another thing coming."
Kitri smiled dryly, glancing over at a smeargle gijinka, who appeared to be here for the first time. "Fuckin' nuts. Like outlawing all the booze in this country is gonna change anything," she remarked, "How about doing something about the gangs, instead?"
She passed her glass back to him, watching as he filled it with more whiskey. "Oh, wait. That would require the cops to actually do something, and we can't have that."
Castelia City, otherwise known as the Big Oran Berry, where humans and gijinka, humans with pokemon-like features coexist is the perfect hub of drunken debauchery and gang wars. By day, Castelia City is just like any other city, with big businesses and shops and department stores going about their daily business, but by night, its underbelly of speakeasies and gang violence is exposed for everybody to see. Which side of the law are you on? Or are you on neither?
(It's time for your bios!)
Name: Kitri Vasquez
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Occupation: Jazz vocalist at a speakeasy
Appearance: Kitri is tall and pale, with navy blue, chin-length hair, and blue eyes. Most of the time, she wears a thigh-length navy blue coat, with a white fur trim, and a navy blue fedora. She wears heeled boots of the same colour, which have small yellow beads at the toes. She also has a pair of honchkrow wings, which she is able to fly with.
Species: Honchkrow Gijinka
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"Come on, babe, why don't we paint the town?" Turn, step, swing, "And all that jazz..."
The crowd of drunken men began hooting and hollering, as always, with that line. This little pit of debauchery was the only place they could be the rotten scoundrels they really were, with a bellyful of booze, and honestly, Kitri wouldn't have it any other way. Kitri wasn't one to mind her manners, or play nicely, or to not sing jazz songs and drink liquor just because the law said so. Kitri was like a stray purrloin on these streets, doing exactly as she pleased, whenever she pleased to do it, law be damned.
Her show ended almost as soon as it had begun, and she went back to the bar, to help herself to another shot of whiskey. She wrinkled her nose up as it hit her tongue; she didn't care at all for the taste, it was bitter, and it burned her throat, but it loosened her up nicely, and made her forget the stresses of life for a bit.
"Nice performance tonight, dollface," the bartender, an incineroar gijinka began, pouring a martini for someone nearby, "Your moves always get the guys coming back for more, and that's just what we need."
The honchkrow downed the glass. "Well, it's good to support small businesses, ain't it?" she responded, "Better to work for 'em, in my opinion, though. 'Specially if I get booze out of it."
"Always a bonus," the bartender agreed, using an ember to light a flaming sambuca, "They can send all the cops they like down 'ere, but they'll never shut us down. Well, maybe this place, but if they think they stop us drinking, they've got another thing coming."
Kitri smiled dryly, glancing over at a smeargle gijinka, who appeared to be here for the first time. "Fuckin' nuts. Like outlawing all the booze in this country is gonna change anything," she remarked, "How about doing something about the gangs, instead?"
She passed her glass back to him, watching as he filled it with more whiskey. "Oh, wait. That would require the cops to actually do something, and we can't have that."
