*˖ ⊹ 𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 ╱ 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡.

lourdes  cordero  &  emile  langley  (  multimuse  )   ───  as  loved  by  c  for  shadowrpg  .

[duskstne]

sunnydcy​.

location: anywhere suitable in unova. ( @shadowstart​ )

open to anyone. ( no need to match length! )

the crisp blue color of the sky makes his heart ache, reminding him of his gym. he worked hard to make his gym feel ethereal. he’s the son of an esteemed gym leader, plus his gym came 8th in a trainer’s journey; he felt the need to prove himself worthy of this position, especially at his age, and that he’d risen to the task. except his efforts now look rather useless, because the shadow pokémon emergency has ( rightly, he knows too ) become most people’s priority.

although he knows it’s important, he can’t help feeling a bit like he’s been deprived of his first year as opelucid’s new gym leader. “beautiful weather, isn’t it?” he asks, trying to sound casual as he casts a wistful gaze upon the sky. the young man sounds a little choked up.

beside sunny, emile is cross-legged and a touch groggy. he basks in the light as a heliolisk does on the roof of opelucid’s gym, squints when he turns to look at the other. ‘ man, i’m about to fall asleep up here. ’ he groans. even a few storeys above the bustle of the city he catches the hitch in sunny’s words, eyes slightly widening. ‘ you good? ’ his friend sounds anything but. growing up meant the two saw less of one another ; even so, it didn’t feel as if hardly a day had passed every time he stopped by to say hello. though, he doesn’t want to make a big deal of it, reclining to rest against elbows tucked at his sides. ‘ ohh, yeah, i know what happened. can see it on your face, ’ emile leans over with one eye closed. a grin teases the corners of his mouth and his voice lilts with a bubble of laughter. ‘ one of those shadow pokemon got you good, huh? bet it was, like, a tiny little shadow patrat that chased you and you’re too embarrassed to say so. but really, sunny, what’s wrong? ’

[duskstne]

cacophonvs​.

open starter ( @shadowstart ) location: nimbasa city

nalini hated that stuffy stygian costume they were supposed to wear. ‘it’s for the cause!’ she would tell herself, but every time she saw herself or anyone else in it, she’d gag. she gave the bag holding the costume a good kick before sitting down on a makeshift picnic blanket across the giant ferris wheel. she had a few moments to spare before her silly little stygian meeting, so why not relax?

in the slowly-dimming afternoon light, he sees the ferris wheel properly. a multicolour twinkle vibrant in the honeyed sun, there’s a gentle tug of nostalgia in emile’s chest while he walks beneath it. the brilliance is momentary. from where slate-grey clouds separated to reveal the sun, the wonder of it fades no sooner as the clouds knit themselves together once more.

‘ uhh, ’ a new roll of thunder in the distance drowns out his voice. he grimaces at the way his voice pitches higher when he repeats himself. ‘ uh, you sure you wanna take a nap there? ’ he raises a hand to rub the nape of his of his neck sheepishly. ‘ if that storm won’t get you, the teenagers who like to pickpocket around here might. y’know, being kinda touristy looking, an’ all that with an unattended bag. ’

[duskstne]

emile langley is an ace trainer from the unova region. they’ve been in the unova region for their whole life, sometimes you can find them collecting technical machines. their partner pokemon is mawile and they are not apart of the pokedex team.

stats.

full name. emile langley

age. twenty - two

gender. cis man

pronouns. he & him

orientation. bisexual

occupation. ace trainer

birthplace. nimbasa city , unova

residence. undella town , unova

partner pokemon. mawile

please note, emile is Indigenous. specifically, Navajo, Hidatsa, Mandan and Tsimshian and i acknowledge this identity as an integral part of the character, even while i am writing him in a setting outside of the real world !

team.

mawile , lvl 53 , partner

mienshao , lvl 50

seismitoad , lvl 47

maractus , lvl 42

growlithe , lvl 35

metang , lvl 38

biography.

i. 

in the heart of nimbasa city, emile spent his childhood looking across the cityscape from the glittering ferris wheel and cheering on competitors in the big stadium. not a day went by where he felt bored. the only son to a mild-mannered engineer father and a driven, shining star of a mother who held tenure as one of hoenn’s former elite four, it was only a given emile favoured the ambitions of his mother as a flighty, ambitious child. he is impatient, hates the waiting until he is ten before he can set out to become a trainer. finally the day arrives ; his mother’s return from visiting family in hoenn shrouded in secrecy, the pokeball is heavy in his hand and his eyes shine in bewilderment at the companion he now has. his pokemon.

ii. 

emile’s goal never lost traction. he moved to his mother’s birthplace of undella town, only serving to make him more determined. mornings began early to train, train, train. nights were spent poring over books, sorting through what precious technical machines his pocket money let him buy. rambunctious pokemon formed part of his team — his parents liked to joke about how they were exactly like him — setting him back briefly. a particularly defiant tympole left emile discouraged, refusing to involve himself in anything to do with battling. with lots of coaxing from his mother, all too understanding of his dilemma, he eventually returned to training.

between undella town and humilau city, he trained with a ragtag group of friends, all driven to earn a new gym badge or two. for emile it wasn’t difficult. what else had he raised himself on, except the want to become stronger? but getting older tends to leave people aware of those they outgrow. quietly, it was one by one someone wouldn’t show up, wouldn’t be heard from. he realised strength could be lonely.

iii. 

championship still feels too far away. he nurses the collected eight badges carefully in his case, a frigid well of doubt beginning to weigh in the pit of his stomach as he notices it dulling beneath new layers dust on a bookshelf. he knows he is good, but not good enough. he says as much when he trudges away from his final elite four battle defeated when he is twenty. there’s buzz for how far he reaches, echoes of ‘ you’ve done well ’ and ‘ you’re famous, now ’, hands clapping him on the back ; even if it does not feel quite that way.

wanted connections.

tba !