Ezralora
Supernova
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2018
- Location
- Somewhere in Limbo at the moment.
Brantov is a Region in the world that is located in northern hemisphere of the world. Known for its cooler climates compared to other regions it also possess a wide variety of pokemon and leagues for trainers, professors and others to find, train and research. Even a few others claiming to have seen some creatures only believed to be found in myth. Brantov is also the home of the Brantovisian League, where people wishing to enter must gain twelve gym badges. Gyms can be located over the region from the snow mountains where snow storms rage on, to the coastal isles further south of the continent.
However, there is a menace forming in the region, groups have come together and have been seen sacrificing pokemon, and kidnapping them from trainers and the wild alike. What their plans are of yet unknown but there appears to be four sub groups of Team Ouroboros. The four factions being South, West, East and North. Each one residing in their corner of the region. Police forces have been attempting to crack down on them, only capturing a few members, yet failing to get any of the higher members. Their leader proving to be as elusive as the wind is not helping their case.
That however is no matter. You along with new and old trainers alike from other regions, champions of other leagues, gym leaders have been sent an invitation to partake in this years League. Of course the challenge of the gyms lies there, but there is a bit of a twist. Challengers can duel other trainers for their badges. It can be brutal but the rule is there. That is all for later though, the trainers and others have gathered their current teams to start, and are ready for the opening ceremony.
One of these trainers was a woman, in her early to mid twenties. She wore loose pants that were tucked into some scuffed black boots that stopped just beneath her knee. She wore a white sleeveless jacket with a hood, and a deep red t-shirt underneath the sleeves poking out the jacket. On her hands were fingerless gloves on both hands, though she had a sleeve on her left arm with six holds on it, going from the back of her hand to her shoulder each hold keeping a pokeball safe and secured. She had her fingers interlocked as she leaned forward, watching the match currently going on. Her bright yellow eyes never looking away with a smile on her face. Her long white hair was tied back into a wild pony tail the ends of her strands started fading into a crisp red getting brighter the closer to the tips it was. The room was a simple waiting room, food and drink was provided, other trainers letting their pokemon stretch, others getting nervous about the oncoming battle to show what they had to the country, others taking it easy and others like her enjoying the show.
Her name was Astrid, and she was so glad to have come.
However, there is a menace forming in the region, groups have come together and have been seen sacrificing pokemon, and kidnapping them from trainers and the wild alike. What their plans are of yet unknown but there appears to be four sub groups of Team Ouroboros. The four factions being South, West, East and North. Each one residing in their corner of the region. Police forces have been attempting to crack down on them, only capturing a few members, yet failing to get any of the higher members. Their leader proving to be as elusive as the wind is not helping their case.
That however is no matter. You along with new and old trainers alike from other regions, champions of other leagues, gym leaders have been sent an invitation to partake in this years League. Of course the challenge of the gyms lies there, but there is a bit of a twist. Challengers can duel other trainers for their badges. It can be brutal but the rule is there. That is all for later though, the trainers and others have gathered their current teams to start, and are ready for the opening ceremony.
One of these trainers was a woman, in her early to mid twenties. She wore loose pants that were tucked into some scuffed black boots that stopped just beneath her knee. She wore a white sleeveless jacket with a hood, and a deep red t-shirt underneath the sleeves poking out the jacket. On her hands were fingerless gloves on both hands, though she had a sleeve on her left arm with six holds on it, going from the back of her hand to her shoulder each hold keeping a pokeball safe and secured. She had her fingers interlocked as she leaned forward, watching the match currently going on. Her bright yellow eyes never looking away with a smile on her face. Her long white hair was tied back into a wild pony tail the ends of her strands started fading into a crisp red getting brighter the closer to the tips it was. The room was a simple waiting room, food and drink was provided, other trainers letting their pokemon stretch, others getting nervous about the oncoming battle to show what they had to the country, others taking it easy and others like her enjoying the show.
Her name was Astrid, and she was so glad to have come.