Official Explorers App - Stormfront
EXPLORERS GUILD: [Stormfront]
Date Joined: 28/09/2013
Current Funds: 10 St
-Characteristic: Capable of taking hits
Gender: Male Age: 30
Strength: 4 Agility: 0+2
Intelligence: 3 Charisma: 3
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Water -> Agility
Move 1: Metal Claw
Move 2: BubbleBeam
Move 3: Hydro Pump
Move 4: Brick Break
----Description: A golden, military-styled, double breasted vest with ivory trims, held together by a sand colored sash on the waist.
----Description: “Allows the use of an additional color to one of a team's Pokemon in the form of markings.”
-Characteristic: Quick tempered
Gender: Male Age: 26
Strength: 4 Agility: 1+2
Intelligence: 2 Charisma: 3
Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: Electric -> Agility
Move 1: Crunch
Move 2: Thunder Fang
Move 3: Discharge
Move 4: Double Kick
-Tactical Ballista Vest
----Description: A black, form-fitting vest with slightly protruding shoulder area, covered in simple red trims, held together by a built-in black leather belt.
========== WRITTEN TEST ==========
When Tordon Ahlström set his foot out into the forest clearing this morning, he was sure that the weather will be quite unpredictable. Perhaps even violent. The usual blue sky of Andalusst was virtually non-existent this morning as thick, grey clouds dominated the air above them. Thunder rumbled overhead, coupled with a cold wind howling through the streets, he was sure that a storm would occur right then and there. But the sunlight was still strong, its light shining brightly through the many openings in the storm clouds.
“Makes you think of that day in Driftwood, doesn’t it?”
The Shinx turned his head towards the source of the voice. Standing on top of the ramp was his superior and best friend, Tristan Frosteri. Tor raised an eyebrow at his captain’s choice of clothes. The Prinplup was wearing a double-breasted, military-like vest in shades of dark gold and white with a sand colored belt/sash tied around his waist.
“I didn’t know why you choose to wear like your mirror counterpart, Tristan.” Tor stated with an odd look on his face. “I might start thinking that you are him.”
Tristan allowed a small smirk playing on his face. “I find the captain’s uniform from the mirror-world much more stylish. It also allows more freedom of movement compared to our own uniform.” He said. “Besides, I like the color. None of the hats in Miss Chantelle’s shop fit my head.”
“Alright.” Tor sighed. “Are we ready to go? The weather doesn’t look promising.”
“Is it because you didn’t want your clothes ruined or you just hate to get wet?” Tristan teased.
Tor responded with a playful punch to the Prinplup’s flipper. “Let’s just go.”
The unpredictable weather seemed to affect the citizens as the two Pokémon made their way towards the Explorers Guild Headquarters. ‘Mons would glance up to the gloomy sky wearily, and the traders in the market didn’t seem to be as enthusiastic as usual. Though, some of the braver ones were shouting above their lungs, waving their goods at the crowd.
Turning away from the market area, the two ‘mons strode towards one of the larger structures in the Commercial District. The Explorers Guild Hall -as ‘mons called it- was a simple, wooden and brick building, towering its surroundings by at least one floor. Though, it wasn’t really eye-catching, as it blended perfectly into the background. One might walk past it without knowing that it was the Explorers Headquarters if not for the huge wooden sign hung above the double doors.
“I would’ve thought that this is an inn...” Tor deadpanned as he pushed open the doors. Tristan nudged him on the ribs.
The doors opened into a short corridor, which opened into a huge, wooden hall. There’s only one word that could describe the vast, tavern-like hall. Homey. It wasn’t expensively decorated nor it was simple, but the wooden beams and simple panelling -coupled with a huge fireplace- gives out the welcoming feeling to it. Explorers were either sitting on the tables propped into one side of the hall or were simply milling about, exchanging news, trading some stuff, or discussing their latest missions.
Tristan noted that the Explorers have a certain aura to them. He couldn’t put it, but he could feel it in the air. It wasn’t an unpleasant, threatening one, it was ...adventurous? Excitement? He didn’t know, but he was definitely comfortable with it.
“So...” Tor trailed off, scrutinizing the crowd with is piercing electric yellow eyes. “Any idea where the Registration is?”
Tristan blinked, scanning the hall for the second time. “No idea...” he glanced around, trying to get the attention of the passing ‘mons. “Er, excuse me? Sorry, excuse me.”
One Pokémon, a broad shouldered Charmeleon with muscly arms turned his head towards them. “Yes? Can I help you?”
“Can you tell us where the Registration is?” Tor asked.
The Charmeleon blinked once, and then he grinned. He jabbed his claws at a certain counter to their left. “That one, with the three Vigoroths.”
Tristan nodded appreciatively. “Alright, thanks.”
“Well, glad to see that there are more Pokémon interested to join the Explorers.” The Charmeleon’s grin broadened. “The name’s Miles. Come hang around if you have time, alright?” He clasped Tristan’s and Tor’s flippers and paws respectively.
Tor nodded quickly. “Yeah, we will, thanks.” Without so much of a ceremony, he marched past Miles and Tristan, towards the registration counter.
Miles called out as Tristan followed the Shinx through the crowd. “I’ll see you guys ‘round then!”
“You know, that was fast.” Tor muttered. “I thought we have to sign loads of contracts or something.”
Tristan couldn’t help but chuckle. “Things a lot less complicated in this age and time. Everything is so simple here.” He mused.
“True that.” Tor nodded. “Well, since everything’s settled, what are we going to do next?”
The Prinpup gave a shrug. “Depends. Do you have anywhere particular in your mind?”
“Perhaps we could hit the library...”
“Aw, heck no! Not that dreary, horrible place again!”
“You’re such a drama queen.” Tristan deadpanned.
Before the Shinx could retort however, a Servine spoke, “You could try the Guild Archives. They are pretty interesting, with all those ancient maps and exploration records and charts, you know?”
The two Pokémon turned to the Grass Snake Pokémon. She was leaning against the nearby wall, her face shadowed under her broad hat.
“Uh, where would it be, miss...?”
“Teresa.” The Servine replied, giving a little nod. “Second floor, third door down the east corridor.”
Tristan nodded. “Thank you, miss Teresa.” He bowed slightly, earning a slight blush from the grass type.
"Hey... New, are you?" She spoke just as the newly formed Team Stormfront was about to head to the second floor. Her voice was laced with caution, but she sounded pretty casual. "Hmm, stupid question. 'Course you are, I saw you sign in. Admittedly I'm not great with this meet and greet stuff, so how about exchanging names to start things off?” She said.
Tor shrugged. “Sounds fine. I’m Tordon Ahlström.”
Teresa cocked her head slightly when Tristan uttered his name. “Frosteri, you say? Hmm... Where have I heard that before... Ah, never mind.” She shook her head, folding her small arms across her chest. "Well, that's great.”
Tristan blinked. “Great?”
“Yeah, when you said your name just then, it had that... that ‘zing’.” Teresa made a small motion on the air with her leafy arm. “It means you're serious about this, yeah? Well, you knew me already. I'm what you'd call a Guild Assistant, which makes me your... Serperior."
Tristan raised an eyebrow (or eye-ridge) at the pun. Tor snorted and gave the Serperior a you’ve-got-to-be-joking look.
“Well then, I guess you’ll have to excuse us, Miss Serperior.” Tor snorted. “Good day.”
Teresa continued to stare at them blankly before she giggled. "You know, you don't have to be so polite. I don't really care about rank and file.” She snorted. “But I do care about honesty. If I tell a joke and it sucks, feel free to roll your eyes."
“Well, it sucks.” Tor deadpanned. Tristan nudged him on the ribs. Teresa merely giggled.
“Oh well,” she nodded, still giggling as she extended one of her thin, green vines towards the two new recruits for a handshake. But she kept her arms folded. “So what brings you here, anyway? You from out of town or…?”
Taking her vine with his flipper, Tristan answered. “Well, we aren’t from Andalusst. The two of us were sailing with some of our friends when the fog appeared. The next thing we knew, we were stumbling through the city.”
Tor huffed softly. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie, but he didn’t really like that Tristan gave Teresa the half-truth.
"Cool, cool...” The Servine nodded, withdrawing her vine. “You know, that was one interesting case. Sailing through the sea and then you ended up on land…” she mused with a wistful smile.
“Well, whatever the case, you've got a name in mind for your group, right? I didn't get a chance to check your papers, but I do want to get more familiar with our rookie members when I have the time. I'm kinda new to this whole assistant thing, honestly." Teresa sighed.
Tor raised an eyebrow. “So, you’ve just been promoted?”
“Yes,” the Servine nodded. “Of course. I didn’t really expected that though… anyway.” She smiled. “What name did you choose for your team?”
“It’s Team Stormfront, Miss.” Tristan replied, ignoring the slight frown on Tor’s face. A soft smile crept over Teresa’s narrow features, though it was like she found the name inspiring or amusing.
"There's that "zing" again.” She sighed. “Feels good to know we've got Pokémon like you joining our Guild. I guess Cassidy wasn't exaggerating when he said the standouts just keep pouring in.”
Tristan blinked. “Cassidy?”
“Explorer’s First Mate.” Tor replied. “The cowboy-ish Floatzel. You know, the kid with the Octillery.”
“Well, nevertheless, don't get too cocky” Teresa continued in her slightly haughty voice. “Confidence is good, but overconfidence in a dungeon is a quick way to get yourself in trouble, along with everyone else in your party." She added, tapping the side of her snout.
Tor rolled his eyes at the quite redundant warning. Nine years serving in an airship didn’t taught them the importance of team work for nothing. Not to mention the second war...
Teresa clicked her tiny fingers as if another question surfaced in his mind. "Oh right, this is very important - why did you want to become an Explorer, hm? Just curious..."
Tristan spoke first. “Exploring the unknown has always interested me. My father was a great explorer himself. He often talked about the places he visited, the exotic caves, mystical forests, and lots of amazing places. I’m always intrigued with the unknown, as well as finding hidden treasures inside, but I am more towards the adventure. There’s so much to find and discover in this world. Charting undiscovered land and sea is my dream...” he trailed off.
Teresa blinked, once. “Your father was an explorer?”
Tristan swore under his breath. “He’s not affiliated with this guild, actually. He’s more of a...” he racked his brain. “A freelancer.”
“Ah...” Teresa smiled serenely. “No wonder your name sounds familiar. Edward Frosteri was one of this guild’s best members before he retired somewhere north. Are you his grandson? You have his looks, you know. Those grey, silvery eyes...” She chuckled.
The Prinplup shuffled his feet nervously. “Er... I’m a distant neph- I mean, his distant grandnephew.”
Teresa nodded. “Alright. So you love exploring. Just like your great uncle.”
“Yes. It runs in the family, I think.” Tristan chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah. But don’t forget about your own safety too.” Tor butted in. “I didn’t really share Tristan’s view, but I do enjoy the thrill of adventure. Besides, there should be someone who could keep an eye out of this penguin in case he got too excited.” He snickered. “Then, don’t forget about the real reason explorations are conducted in the first place. Fresh source of food and materials are scarce in these... days.” He made an odd noise, as if he was between cough and clearing his throat. “’Mons depend on us, you know.”
"...Because ultimately, the people come first, yeah?” Teresa said quickly. Her words quickly followed Tor’s sentence as soon as he finished. “There's lots of food in the dungeons, and materials for clothing and medicine! When we go out and find that stuff, it means everyone here gets to have dinner, and clothes, and shelter. I mean, of course you know that, obviously, but just don't forget!" She said all of this in one breath, swaying her leaf-adorned tail from side to side as she tapped her foot, looking very deep in thought.
“Well, you’re right about that.” Tristan nodded.
A grin played on her sharp features as she blinked out of her mind palace. Lifting her snout into the air, she asked. "N-not to sound standoffish, but...” She cleared her throat. “What exactly do you do, anyway? What skills or talents do you have to offer the Guild? Everyone's good at something, I think."
“Hmm... I suppose I’m good at tracking safe routes and traps.” Tor pondered. “I’m also trained in self-defence. If you need any guarding or escort duties, I think you’ll find me good. While Tristan here will happily do the charting and mapping the area. He’s also a good navigator, I can tell you that.” The Shinx jabbed his Prinplup companion playfully. “Just don’t get him too long on land. His inner compass isn’t really working well-“
Even before Tor could finish his sentence, Tristan slapped the electric type underneath his head.
“Oi! Watch it!”
Tristan ignored the glare settled his way. “Keep going, Mr Ahlström, I might have to persuade O’Seinn to strap you to the operating table. Anyway, it’s true that I’d be glad to chart exploration routes. But I would need to familiarize myself with the area first. And then-”
"I can just feel it.” Teresa interrupted, clicking her fingers with an odd smile on her snout as if she had heard that ‘zing’ again. “You do what you do and do it with everything you've got. 'Cause in this guild, when a giver gives, then the giver gets... gotten... gets give-- eh...”
“You get what you give?” Tristan offered.
Teresa clicked her tongue. “Yes. That’s it.” She smiled. “Or something... Well, whatever, it's written down on that big plaque in the hall. Just do your best and come see me if you need any help." She finished cheerfully. “We’ll be meeting again.” She gave them a little wave and then turned towards a pair of Buizel and Braixen, who were bickering really loudly.
“Good job seaweed brain! Team Lore!” The Braixen shouted, glaring at the shorter Buizel. “How original!”
“Well, it’s definitely better than your Team Tactics.” The Buizel shot back.
Tristan felt a tug on his flipper as he watched Teresa trying to placate the two youngsters. Turning his head around from the two quarreling Pokémon, he found Tor cocking his head towards the small lounge of sorts in the corner of the hall. “Wanna grab some drink before we head out?”
“Sure, why not?” the Prinplup nodded, seeing a familiar Charmeleon waving at them from the tables.
Last Midnight (2)
-Used Evolution Slip on Tor. Evolves to Luxio.
Original (Temporary) App:
Stormfront Temporary App
Tasks & Errands:
- Frosty Festivities:
- Of Sculptures, Games, and Dances
-Hard Stone (done by Zackypenguin)
- Miles the Charmeleon © Me
- Teresa the Servine © ChillySunDance
EDIT [06/06/2014]: Added Tor's visual reference
EDIT [23/05/2014]: Added and edited the errand links