Lapras Valley High- It starts! LSUs Welcome!

[Drusilla]

OK, so I lied. I can't wait!

The first thing you notice as you walk through the gates is the immaculate feeling of new. The lawns, the trees, the bushes along the main drive and in front of the buildings... everything is perfect and in order. There are no cracks in the sidewalks, the windows everywhere look fresh out of the packaging, and the pool beyond the administration hall looks like it was just filled. Everything looks like it's just waiting for the rush of students, eager to try their hand at any number options now open to them.

This is the first Pokemon trainer's school sanctioned by the Pokemon League. The project itself is unprecedented in any region; located to the northeast of Cerulean City along the coast, it offers a prime location for young trainers to expand and develop their skills and bonds with Pokemon, while giving a good foundation in fundamental educational subjects.

Most students come from a trainer background, many of whom belong to gym families. A few are selected at random from orphanages by the League from a list of prospective youngsters who otherwise wouldn't have the chance. All come for the chance of a lifetime: to live away from home, meeting others like themselves, at a school licensed and staffed by the Pokemon League in hopes to further their dreams of becoming Champions!



This is reverting back to the original, yet takes place before the fan fic did. The Univeristy does not exist yet, either. Think about 20 years before the games.

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Class: Freshman (Age 13-15), Sophomore (Age 14-16), or Senior (Age 16-18) Note that the youngest age is a rare occurance, that that person usually has a birthday right after school begins. No more Juniors, please.
Pokemon: Pick ONE. No legendaries, of course. Nickname, if applicable, in parentheses. Third-level evolution OK... but, please, have a REALLY good reason as to why they're fully evolved.
Physical Description:
Personality:
History: If you are not a Freshman, perhaps tell us where you went to school before, if you did.
Relationships: Friends, significant others, relatives at the school.... ect...
Other:

The Towers:
Each is comprised of four floors, the first being a common area including kitchen and laundry room. The second floor is made up of the girls’ rooms, and the same for boys on the third. The fourth floor is another common area with pool table, couches, a TV, and coffee tables. Each tower is decorated in its own colors; red and light grey for Flaria, blue and sea green for Aquaria, deep green and light brown for Solaria, and yellow and white for Joltaria.

Flaria
Ivan Faust, Male, 18, Senior; Spiritomb
Joey Ip, Female, 15, Sophomore; Charmeleon
Dru Pyronson, Female, 15, Sophomore; Flareon

Aquaria
Eric Foley, Male, 16, Junior; Wartortle
Tad Jonas, Male, 16, Junior; Golduck
Ellen Thompson, Female, 14, Freshman; Eevee

Solaria
Lumaria Tasmern, Male, 17, Junior; Carnivine
Ryan Craig, Male, 15, Sophomore; Nidorino
Jimmy Skulls, Male, 16, Sophomore; Cubone

Joltaria
Lyzolda Kuro, Female, 15, Junior; Riolu
Alexander Angel, Male, 15, Sophomore; Buneary
Saiga Aliester, Female/"Male", 14, Freshman; Ditto


The 'Rules and Regulations' booklet given to each character at check in is attached to this post.
Grounds Map

Schedules will be posted later; there will be no classes on the first day. I'm trying to get this done before I have to go to bed.


Name: Dru Pyronson
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Class: Sophomore
Pokemon: Flareon (Torch, female)
Physical Description: Standing at 5'5 with a lean build, what stands out about her is her personality manifesting in her appearance. Her hair hangs past her shoulder blades and never stays quite the same color for more than five weeks at a time (currently, it's a rich purple with one-inch midnight blue streaks worked evenly through). Her eyes are almost the same blue as the streaks in her hair. Her ears are pierced three times in each lobe, with two cartilage piercings in her left ear. Her left eyebrow is pierced twice as well (the outer with a spiked bar, the inner with a hoop ring), and she has a small black labaret in the middle of her lower lip. She does have a few tattoos that she's gotten on the sly, mostly on her back, though she does have one on her upper right arm; a blue and black band of Celtic knots works around her bicep. Her wardrobe leans towards the bizzare and extravagant; mostly dark, rich colors and heavy fabrics that both compliment and contrast each other. During the warmer months, she'll wear a dark colored (usually purple or black) tank top with tight but comfortable black pants and heavy black leather boots. Elbow-length black arm warmers (which really don't warm the arm) accent the outfit, along with many plain silver rings; one on every other finger, starting with her left pinky. Several silver necklaces dangle around her neck, including a western dragon and a cat with a pentacle.
Personality: She's as quick to smile as frown. She hasn't had the happiest life, and has known loss from an early age, which can sometimes give her a gloomy outlook. She's much more aware of her own mortality than most are at her age, though most that know her would think the opposite. She is a daredevil and loves walking on the wilder side of life. Her trust is hard to win and can be easy to lose, but once she is a firm friend she will go all the way. She can be strong-willed and difficult to get along with, though she does try to be open minded about other's views. Intelligent, quick-witted, and shrewed, she could be your best friend or your worst enemy.
History: Her mother and twin brother were killed in a series of fires that swept through Cerulean City ten years ago. Since then, she has been the ward of her mother's cousin Blaine, gym leader of the Cinnabar Gym, and last known living relative. She hardly remembers her father at all, though has never heard anything to suspect that he is dead. She has no name to go on, only a few brief memories from her toddler years. She has one good friend, Nayia, a member of the Cerulean City Waterflower family and cousin to the gym leaders, that she visits often, especially during the summer.
Relationships: None. Nayia was to attend, but her plans were changed last minute and made it impossible. Those who have visited the Cinnabar gym will recognize her as an apprentice there, but she doesn't actually know anyone.
Other: She has a blue and black Suzuki motorcycle that she has ridden to school, and is a highly accomplished musician. She sings and plays guitar (both electric and acoustic, though she prefers electric most of the time) and bass. She has a black Gibson SG (and required set up) with her.


Dru Pyronson, 15, Sophomore, Flaria Tower
Keep loading shit into my head, it makes me feel like an empty drone...

I came to a stop at the front gate, which was closed. I saw a Gengar and an Alakazam on the other side, one on each side of the driveway. A man stepped forward, a rather tall, thin blonde, but otherwise unremarkable. He had a lightning bolt on his polo shirt.

"Can I help you?" he asked, very politely. I pushed up the visor on my helmet.

"Yeah... I'm a student here now?" I said, not sure quite what he wanted.

"I need to see your letter and a valid photo ID, please."

I nodded, and reached into the pocket of my black leather jacket. It was hot, wearing all of my protective gear, but I'd promised my cousin, Blaine, and my best friend, Nayia, that I would do it anyway. The jacket covered everything except my hands, and I wore black leather chaps over my jeans. My boots were leather, anyway.

I pulled out the letter, and my license, and he glanced them over before handing them back to me. "Park in front of the main building, they'll tell you inside where to go."

I flipped the visor down, nodded, and went through the opening gate, glancing at the Pokemon 'security' as I went past. They weren't fooling around here...

I parked in front of the building as he said and went inside. I flipped up my visor again, not wanting to bother removing it until I was sure I wasn't going to be riding anytime soon. A smiling lady sat in front of a table covered in stacks of papers. She was small and blonde, but very pleasant.

"Hello, and welcome to Lapras Valley High!" I noted the sun on her shirt, right where the lightning bolt had been on the man's. "I'm Martha Banks, Dean of Solaria Tower. Your name?" She reached for a file box full of oversized index cards.

"Dru Pyronson," I said, ready to show ID if I needed it. It seemed she didn't.

"Ah, yes, here you are... What I need you to do is take this card, check to make sure everything is OK in your room, and sign it. You'll turn it in to your dean, Tiffany Straights. Her room and office are right outside of your tower, hard to miss. You can slide it under the door if she's not there, since I think she may be working somewhere on the grounds this afternoon. Here is your room key, which you also need to get into your tower... and here is your temporary ID, which will allow you back into the grounds if you leave. Official IDs will be taken tonight after dinner, once everyone is here. Here is a copy of Rules and Regulations, very important stuff... Please remember that all gates will lock at 10 PM tonight, and everything else closes at 11 PM. Be sure you read that booklet, now, rules are important... Oh, here's a map of the grounds, and a schedule of when meals are served. Is there anything else?"

"Yeah, is there any student parking...?"

"Oh, yes! Here, you need to fill out this form, and take this, this is very important. This both lets you into the parking lot and marks your vehicle as on record. Very important..." She glanced at the form, making sure I had my license plate number written down. "That seems to be in order! Have a great day!"

I turned and left, wondering if her face hurt from smiling so much. As I was leaving, a bus load of students came in, most carrying bags. It looked like those who had come in on the train... just before I snapped my visor shut, I locked eyes with an older boy, his piercing glare unnerving me as I walked past. He didn't look like the overly friendly type, though he wasn't hard on the eyes at all. I wondered who he was briefly before the heat of the sun began to heat up my leather outfit again. I started up my bike, went around the circle, and parked, swiping my parking pass through a card reader to open the gate. I grabbed what few things I had in the saddle bag before hanging the parking pass on my sideview and turning towards the main building.

The tower was nice and cool; the carpet was a light grey, the walls slightly darker, and the trim a fierce, bright red. I supposed that it would be overwhelming to have everything red. I went up the spiral staircase in the middle of the tower to the second floor, where I found my room.

It was nice. The bed was in the middle along the wall to the left, with a desk on the opposing wall. The window was open, with red curtains that matched the trim. My things, shipped a few days before hand, sat, still boxed, in the corner near the closet. I stood, taking it all in, and I felt a tension that I hadn't noticed before melt away from my shoulders. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my Pokeball, tossing it into the air.

"Come and see our new home, Torch," I said, smiling.

"Flare, FLARE!" she cried, glad to finally be free, as she jumped up onto the bed. I pulled off my helmet, my hair stuck to my head, face, and neck, and set it on the desk before I pulled off my jacket. I left the chaps on, too lazy to mess with them at the moment. It felt right, and for the first time in ten years, I felt I was home.

"I don't think there's anyone else here yet, Torch... what do you say we go downstairs and meet people as they get here?"

"Eon, flare!" Excited, she leapt off of the bed and bounded down the stairs. I grabbed my room key, stashing it in my pocket so I could put it on my keyring later, clipped my bike keys to my beltloop, and followed my ecstatic Flareon.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, laughing, as she bounded towards me, flying into my arms. The lock in the door to the hallway outside clicked, and the door swung open.... Still laughing, I turned to face the newcomer.

TAG Blade and/or Crys!