[Fiona Ivers]

Name: Fiona Ivers
Age: Thirty-two
Date of Birth: March 15th
Birthplace: Snowpoint City, Sinnoh
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Face Claim: Motoko Kusanagi – Ghost in the Shell
Appearance:



Distinguishing Features:

Having been in a counter-terrorist squad, one might expect Fiona to bear a few marks on it from her body, and they'd be right. Though often hidden by the heavier clothes she wears, she has scars up and across her arms, her legs, and sides. There's also a three-inch scar crossing diagonally on the right, just beneath her chest. Her back is oddly pristine.

Following the incident, Fiona's roots had actually grayed. Most wouldn't be able to tell due to her almost religious dying of her hair, but, occasionally, the dyes are sometimes slightly off, so the especially observant people might notice when her otherwise black hair has an almost violet undertone.

Fiona's choice in clothing is typically reserved and professional. She rarely bares skin, though this is more because of her body's new intolerance to the cold, following the incident. Even during summer months, it's not odd to see her wearing slightly heavier clothing than the average person.

Height: 5'7
Character Type: Battle Tactics Teacher

Personality:

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Fiona's a person driven by responsibility. If she says she'll do it, she'll do it. It's part of the reason why people would have a hard time trying to get her to make promises. Contemplative and cautious of being tied down, she only agrees to things if she has the complete picture, or if she makes her own stipulations. It's not that she's lazy- she's never been one to avoid working- but she's the sort that doesn't like to be tied down unnecessarily. Naturally, when she considers something to be her responsibility- or her actions bring on some sort of unexpected or undesirable results- she'll take care of it.

More than that, Finoa's the sort that goes by the book in most situations. If there's a set of rules she has allowed herself to adhere to, she will do so without fail provided they don't put anything at risk. For anything not an emergency, though, she can be highly inflexible- even if others around her assure her of it being fine. If it's not in the book, it's not okay. Add in a tendency for organization and an honest and serious work ethic, and an employer would find the perfect pencil-pushing desk-jockey in Fiona. If she'd ever allow herself to be tied down that way, at least.

She's also a pretty protective person when she's got others to look out for- whether it's subordinates and colleagues, or children and civilians. Whether it was gained or simply honed during her time in the squad, Fiona's got a knack for observation and thinking outside of the box. If it'll obtain the desired result without compromising on her standards, any means, no matter how unorthodox, will do in her book.

It might have been easy to predict, going by all of that, but Fiona had not been one to be very vocal or expressive in the past. Prior to the squad being dissolved, even if she did utter the seldom joke, most of her emotions were delivered through actions and body language. Those she cared for knew it, and she was a good enough friend without having to speak often. After the incident, though, even if she does speak a bit more freely, her face is generally neutral. If anything, she's become harder to read because she can't use her body as well as she had.

Despite her circumstances, she hasn't let go of her standards. While certainly not as chipper as she was when she was younger, Fiona is still a friendly enough individual. She's fairly self-reliant, all considered, and makes an effort to not bother those around her. Of course, she fulfills her duties to the best of her abilities. Fortunately, it's not that difficult for her because of the bonds she has with her partners.

All in all, Fiona's a no-nonsense lady with the drive to perform her job as expected. Harsh, but fair, she acts the way she feels is most appropriate to ensure a steady and safe growth for her charges. Though she may not be the most wordy, she's also one not estranged with giving support to her colleagues. The things she does, the words she says, all of it is with a purpose and good intentions. Now, whether or not others realize that, well, that's on their end.

Likes:

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Given that Fiona served in the force, then in the badass brigade, she can appreciate a nice, orderly chain of command. A well-established pecking order keeps problematic individuals from getting out of line, usually, and generally promotes a degree of stability in any environment. Naturally, anybody that obediently files in on that order is a plus in her book. Keeps things nice and tidy, and also makes it easier to point the finger at a specific individual, should something go awry.

Current workplace likes aside, Fiona used to enjoy the kick of a nice rifle when a round was fired. Made her feel nice and alive. She hasn't felt it that much lately, but she has felt the call to try again. She knows better, though. She appreciates nature, and the cold, or she used to. Since the incident, the cold has actually made moving about, and general comfort, nearly impossible for her. Sun-baking has become a more recent hobby, when she feels nice enough to go out.

She has a love for venison. Meat in general, too, but deer is just dear to her. Deer steak, deer sausage, deer burgers, deer-burger helper- you name it, she's probably found some way to use deer in it and make it taste damn good. Cooking in general is also fun, she's decided. She doesn't really care too much about a diet or nutritional values, so what she does make, she tends to focus on the taste. She's also fairly partial to spiced drinks and hot cocoa, both an extension of her being raised in a cold little city.

Though she had nothing against books in the past, it wasn't until after the incident that Fiona really began reading a lot. She's found herself partial to war stories, especially non-fictional accounts from other anti-terrorist agents, old veterans, or whoever. She feels a sense of camaraderie with them. Spy novels and murder mysteries are a close second.

Despite her inability to properly utilize her right arm and leg, she still enjoys her personally-enforced therapy and exercise, keeping the muscles as worked as she possibly can. It limits the atrophy, and it gives her an excuse to not rely on the services some of her pesky (and pushy) squad members keep trying to get her to enlist in. They mean well, but. . . she's not an invalid.

Dislikes:

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Insubordinate, idiotic, cocky sons of bitches are probably the very first thing on her list. They're the sort of imbecile that gets themselves- or, worse, their squad- killed in nasty situations. While the stakes may not be that high as a student in a classroom environment- or, heaven forbid, as a teacher in front of their students- it's still a personality flaw that needs to be nipped in the bud before it becomes a problem. Show-offs, in general, are just behind that, as well. Their own brand of idiocy can also get someone killed.

Despite the fact that Fiona loves a good skirmish, and adores the rumble and roar of powerful guns, she doesn't have much fondness for explosives. Odd, considering one of the fallen demolition expert's Pokemon ended up with her. She just doesn't consider explosive weaponry fun or interesting. She appreciates their presence, though, if only from a tactical standpoint.

Feminists are a big dislike for her, too. As well as most modern “rights movements”. They're all a bunch of entitled children flaunting off skewed or out-of-context facts, to her. Add in that the majority of them are either outright idiots or sheep, and she's perfectly fine with ignoring them. For the record, she believes in equality, but not special treatment- and that's what she sees as the end goal in a lot of those movements. She didn't lose her mobility for the sake of assholes wanting something for nothing.

Ironically, considering her position at the school, Fiona doesn't have much interest in Pokemon battles. She teaches battling because she has a good grip on tactics- and they needed someone with experience. It was a good fit for her, considering she couldn't perform strenuous work anymore, and it wasn't like she was against battles conceptually- she just doesn't like getting involved with them.

It might go without saying, but Fiona does have a rather intense distaste for her current circumstances. She's already accepted that history, as it is, is best the way it is, and that the future likely won't hold any miracles for her, but it doesn't mean she doesn't hate her current state of health. She takes the bare minimal of the drug cocktail the bartenders known as “medical professionals” have slid on down the bar to her. Between some of the pills and certain injections, she actually could- supposedly, according to them- manage to move around almost like a normal person, assuming she's using at least the brace for her leg, but the list of side-effects and potential health risks was longer than a greedy five year old's Christmas list. Sure, she might be an effective cripple, she might suffer intense pains radiating through her body, or other painful, uncomfortable, or humiliating things like she is, but fuck “intense audio-visual hallucinations”. She doesn't have PTSD, and she doesn't plan on getting it due to a drug's side effects.

Most of her other dislikes are “par for the course”, so to speak.

History:

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Fiona's always been a bit hardier than the average person her age. As a youth, she was looked up to by younger kids as a sort of “big sister”. She flattened just about every bully that appeared. Any time a new kid or punk arose, so, too, did Fiona's fist. Other than being a rough-and-tumble kid, there wasn't much of anything out of the ordinary for her. She also went hunting with her father on occasion, developing an early skill with rifles as she and the man took down game for meals.

Her childhood was a simple, but routine experience. The only thing noteworthy about it was that her exercising and near-constant brawling or hunting gave her a pretty solid degree of fighting potential. It wasn't really that important, though, until after she had graduated from high school. Fiona, lacking both direction and desire to pursue further education, instead went for the police force. She liked helping people that needed it, packed a punch, and, well, she was a bit hardier than the average person her age.

Her performance was good. She was a great shot, she followed protocol by the letter, and she was “a pleasure to work with”, according to her colleagues. All in all, an outstanding member of the team, but, to that point, just another police officer. Nothing really special until she was shifted to a team of sharpshooters for riskier situations involving hostages and the like. Even then, it wasn't like there was anything special about her record.

Not until she was in the right place at the right time.

One routine- or as routine as a situation like that can possibly be, anyway- hostage situation occurred when a supervisor of a special project was on site for observations. Fortune smiled on Fiona at that point, as her performance was recognized by that individual, and she was scouted and successfully recruited. Simply dubbed “the squad”, the bunch Fiona found herself in was a group of certified badasses hand-picked to act as a specialized force for counter-terrorism and the like, attached to the international police. To give an idea, where Interpol's main body acts to investigate, apprehend, and bring judgment to criminals, the squad instead focused on infiltration, neutralization of threats, and protecting the peace before it had a chance to be disturbed- put simply, shadow operatives.

Their missions were typically off the record. If anything went south during an operation, operatives were pretty much abandoned. Living up to the expectations placed on them, the agents worked well with each other and produced results time and time again, and Fiona felt like she was accomplishing something- actually being productive with her life. The public had never known the numerous times that destruction was about to knock on their doorstep. They were unsung heroes, but that was fine. Between the paychecks and the general “feel-good” sensations the lot had, none of them disliked their work.

A few years passed. Roles and positions in the squad changed, as well. Fiona, who had started off as a long-range support in the form of a sniper, had since integrated to the point that she was typically in the main assault force. There were other long-range specialists, but Fiona was needed to fill in a void that was left when some operatives were either disabled or discharged for the sake of their health.

But then a rather problematic assignment came up. A facility had been located, in which biological and chemical weapons testing was going on. It wasn't a first for the group to deal with groups using either, but the scale of the facility was well beyond anything they'd dealt with in the past. Not only that, but the timing was terrible- most of their numbers were either in recovery, or out on smaller assignments. Normally, they'd have waited. Honestly, they should have waited. The intel, though, suggested that time was of the essence, that testing the weapons in the open was soon to commence. There was no time, or so they thought.

Boy, was that a mistake. The intel was faulty. Rather, their man was already gutted, and the information was bait. Well, one thing was correct. Testing was soon to begin in proper- and they were the guinea pigs. What should have been a routine- though extremely dangerous- mission was instead a case of lambs to the slaughter. Of course, even with the unanticipated resistance, they were still badasses of the highest caliber. Still, that didn't make them bulletproof.

Between traps releasing chemicals and “enhanced” Pokemon that literally fought to the point of death, progress was slow and costly. Ammo, their own Pokemon, and their human numbers dropped steadily. It looked like Fiona's team was just about ready to end the incident, but one final trap stopped them. The furthest door in the hall slammed shut. Acting on instincts that had been honed through experience, the woman grabbed her partners and slung them through the door they had entered. She, however, couldn't get out.

They had come prepared for chemical exposure, but they hadn't anticipated that level of resistance. Under normal circumstances, Fiona might have been fine, but her gear had been damaged at points, allowing exposure. Sprinklers began to spray some liquid, the details from that point blurred likely due to the trauma. Though the specifics escape her from that point on, the report she received afterward summarized all major points of the operation and its aftermath.

The mission was classified as a failure due to the excessive losses, despite their goal having been accomplished. The facility was dismantled and the weapons were disposed of by Interpol agents. More than half of the squad that was sent in was killed during the infiltration. Of those that survived, another chunk died later due to injuries or exposure to the chemicals. Fiona was one of the “lucky” few. She survived despite the exposure. Only, as one might have expected, she didn't quite come out of it whole.

While the specifics went over her head- Fiona wasn't exactly a doctor or a scientist, after all- the gist of it was that the exposure caused damage to her central nervous system and brain. As it turned out, her mask had been damaged, and it was actually the fumes given off by the liquid that caused the damage. Had she not received on-site medical attention, her death would have been guaranteed. Even with that, and her guaranteed survival, the damage was done, though.

The gas in question was still a prototype, but it utilized components obtained from Poison-type Pokemon. While it was fundamentally similar to basic nerve agents, and therefore treatable to a degree, Fiona's body was still wracked with long-lasting effects, which the doctors could not address. The effects were a bit varied, but all extended from the nervous system and brain. Her immune system was crippled. Involuntary spasms shook her body every so often. Migraines became common place. Her continence was mildly impaired. The biggest issue for her, however, was that brought by the stress placed on her brain.

Though the damage to the nerves was also likely to blame, Fiona had become, essentially, legally paralyzed in her right arm and leg. It's “legal paralysis”, though, because, while she can move them to a degree, the limbs are borderline useless without the assistance of accessories or others. She could make due with a reinforced, locking brace for her leg and a cane, but the days of her leading a charge, or even taking a proper, accurate shot were over. By the time she had left the medical facilities that belonged to Interpol, her roots had gone gray, and, thanks to a pricy set of drugs, she could still function as a human being without assistance.

Just like that, she had gone from a powerful, capable individual to essentially a cripple. She had offered herself, time and time again while willing to die, for the sake of protecting the peace. She didn't die, but she paid the price. Following the incident, the squad was dissolved. Members that were still capable were reassigned. Those incapable- namely, Fiona- were discharged from service. Officially, her condition was caused by “an accident during a routine inspection”. Her old teammates still looked out for her, though.

Various Pokemon that had been assigned to their fallen comrades had gone around. Several went with Fiona. They had developed a synergy with and affection for the woman and her own Pokemon, and others just wanted out of the organization. All of them were scarred in their own ways, some more literally than others.

That was two years ago. Still a few of the squad's survivors dropped due to various reasons, but Fiona and her closest partners kept on kicking, staying mostly in touch. She herself even managed to bring herself to try working again. Naturally, she couldn't do much compared to before, but she did find a job- a teacher at a Pokemon academy. Ironically, despite her battle experience primarily being “unfair” tactics, she ended up becoming a teacher for battle tactics, for proper, fair battles.

She decided she must have been doing a good job, given the fact she wasn't fired.

Even now, at thirty-two, she still finds herself staring at the mirror sometimes, considering her choices in life and remembering what was lost. With all the bad in mind, she finds herself coming to the same conclusion every time: She wouldn't change a thing, even if she had the option to go back. She can't find it within herself to regret her decisions. The only thing she could regret was her performance- if only she'd done better. Maybe, if she'd done better, the squad wouldn't have been dissolved. Maybe she wouldn't be crippled. Maybe the death count would have been smaller.

But those choices? Not a sliver of regret. After all, if she hadn't been there in all of the missions she had been on, would her replacement have been able to complete the tasks as well as she had? Would she still see the same faces of her students, had someone else been working in her place? She did a good job. She saved lives and prevented tragedy a few times. She didn't regret it, and she'd manage to cope with the prices she paid.

After all, Fiona's always been a bit hardier than the average person.

Starter Pokemon:

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Name: Samuel

Species: Slowking

Gender: Male

Ability: Oblivious

Moves: Amnesia, Iron Defense, Nasty Plot, Double Team, Slack Off, Psyshock, Flamethrower, Psychic, Scald, Sleep Talk

Held Item: Bright Powder

Notes: Samuel has been Fiona's partner for the longest time. Though he started out as a literal sloth with the brain capacity of a pissant, he quickly became an extraordinarily reliable ally and asset during her time on the force and in the squad. Due to his unbreakable calm and high intellect, he served well as a communications officer. His ability to speak the human language verbally was key in that, yes, and there were others to help in his work, but correlating reports and issuing renewed courses of action were second nature for him.

In the present day, Samuel's been mostly helping around the house, generally being buddy-buddy with Fiona and the rest of her crew, and, on occasion, he helps her fulfill her duties at work when her condition gets a bit too bothersome. He also had a fling with that there Gardevoir. It didn't last too long, though. They proved to be incompatible.

Experience: Years of combat, baby.







Name: Marcus

Species: Lucario

Gender: Male

Ability: Inner Focus

Moves: Aura Sphere, Drain Punch, Power-up Punch, Blazing Kick, Ice Punch, Iron Tail, High Jump Kick, Rock Slide, Shadow Claw, Zen Headbutt

Held Item: Wide Lens

Notes: Fiona's second partner. He's been with her only a little less than Samuel has. Marcus also served as her spotter, and occasionally as her flanker, during her sharpshooting days. Though unable to verbally communicate, his ability to read and send thoughts made him a reliable partner during combat situations. When necessary, he could even fill in for her with his own “special slugs” in the form of Aura Sphere. After she shifted to a more front-line role in the squad, he offered support and often switched in during reloads to take care of close-range targets.

With Fiona crippled, he was done with waging war. This old dog had had his fill. Plus, he wasn't going to leave Fiona in that state to go follow some other person to right the wrongs of whoever doing whatever. He helps in whatever way he can. Coincidentally, he especially enjoys cooking. And hates puns.

Experience: War. War never changes.







Name: Eleanor

Species: Gardevoir

Gender: Female

Ability: Telepathy ---> Pixilate

Moves: Heal Pulse, Heal Bell, Hyper Voice, Draining Kiss, Psyshock, Psychic, Shadow Ball, Will-o-Wisp, Confuse Beam, Psych Up

Held Item: Gardevoirite

Notes: Eleanor was the final Pokemon that Fiona obtained under normal circumstances. Due to her telepathic specialization, she was able to help feed intel from Fiona's field team back to central communications- typically to Samuel. Though she packed quite a punch, she mostly acted as a field medic, healing Fiona and Marcus, as well as anybody else that might have been in their groups during a mission.

Eleanor was. . . probably one of the ones hit the hardest by Fiona's fall. That's not saying that the other two didn't feel pain from seeing her like that, but she was supposed to be the healer. And she couldn't help. Partially in an attempt to numb the pain, and somewhat because she always found that regality attractive, she had a one-night stand with Samuel. It turns out that they were incompatible.

. . . doesn't mean she doesn't still like him, though.

Experience: Rank 10 White Wizard







Name: Spooks

Species: Gengar

Gender: Male

Ability: Levitate

Moves: Giga Drain, Pain Split, Snatch, Clear Smog, Night Shade, Sludge Wave, Will-o-Wisp, Confuse Ray, Destiny Bond, Focus Blast

Held Item: King's Rock

Notes: Spooks, along with Crooks, belonged to a fallen comrade in the squad. Their partner called the Pokemon's combined efforts “Blitzkrieg Assassinations”, as they hit hard and fast and got their jobs done. Since they often worked alongside Fiona and her Pokemon they ended up “retiring” with her. Spooks manages to get along with Marcus especially well.

Experience: Don't look behind you.







Name: Crooks

Species: Zoroark

Gender: Male

Ability: Illusion

Moves: Night Daze, Feint Attack, Night Slash, U-turn, Shadow Claw, Flamethrower, Extrasensory, Sludge Bomb, Knock Off, Low Kick

Held Item: Expert Belt

Notes: Look at Spooks for a general idea. Since his retirement, Crooks has taken life by the day, often just relaxing. He enjoys using his illusionary mastery to trick kids or to relive the past. He's careful not to do either in front of Fiona, though- as much out of fear of punishment as it is out of respect to her.

Experience: The best guy you never met.







Name: “Silly” Lily

Species: Espeon

Gender: Female

Ability: Magic Bounce

Moves: Reflect, Light Screen, Heal Bell, Psych Up, Wish, Calm Mind, Psyshock, Stored Power, Trump Card, Shadow Ball

Held Item: Light Clay

Notes: Lily was the only remaining Pokemon of the agent the squad had getting information prior to the incident. As a result of being experimented on, as well as the loss of her trainer, she developed issues focusing and was deemed incapable of further espeonage. She's since retired along with Fiona, and has developed a symbiotic recovery process along the woman. Tends to watch sports during her free time.

Experience: She's seen more than you by far. Unfortunately.







Name: Snipples and Splits

Species: Drapion

Gender: Male

Ability: Battle Armor

Moves: Acupressure, Cross Poison, Night Slash, Bug Bite, Aqua Tail, Aerial Ace, Feint Attack, Knock Off, Brick Break, Earthquake

Held Item: Shell Bell

Notes: Splits, alongside his Cofagrigus sister, served as an interrogations specialist. Due to extensive training with his own poisonous capabilities, he was able to safely administer terribly painful concoctions that wouldn't endanger a subject's (physical) health. Interrogations went bad during the incident, and, ironically, it was Splits' blind spot that got his trainer injured. Their trainer would later pass on in transit to a medical facility. Presently, he's attempting to create a genetically-altered breed of watermelon, using his toxins.

Experience: Enough to make you squeal.







Name: Shady Spaghetti

Species: Cofagrigus

Gender: Female

Ability: Mummy

Moves: Iron Defense, Calm Mind, Pain Split, Substitute, Night Shade, Will-o-Wisp, Double Team, Toxic Spikes, Heal Block, Infestation

Held Item: Leftovers

Notes: The “jelly” to Splits' “peanut butter”, so to speak. Shady was the other interrogations specialist, working alongside their trainer to get answers to many questions. Where Splits focused on physical means of extraction, she had a mental focus. Unfortunately, after their trainer passed on, she lost her drive to dig into people's heads. Splits went right along with her when she opted to go into early retirement with Fiona. Since then, she's taken up gardening. She occasionally watches sports with Lily.

Experience: The stuff of nightmares.







Name: Lovefist

Species: Throh

Gender: Male

Ability: Guts

Moves: Fire Punch, Ice Punch, Thunder Punch, Vital Throw, Revenge, Storm Throw, Circle Throw, Poison Jab, Payback, Pain Split

Held Item: Flame Orb

Notes: Lovefist originally helped on the medical team, believe it or not, assisting with the transport of injured. He also helped provide muscle and combat support whenever the medical team found itself under attack. Though his trainer did not perish, the woman in question became abusive due to emotional instability following the tragedy. Lovefist has since been with Fiona. His original trainer, according to reports, has not come to her senses. Has a thing for Eleanor, though he's much too shy to bring it up.

Experience: Love train, baby.







Name: Tiny

Species: Dragonite

Gender: Male

Ability: Multiscale

Moves: Fire Punch, Ice Punch, Thunder Punch, Dragon Claw, Brick Break, Iron Head, Aerial Ace, Rock Slide, Surf, Roost

Held Item: Weakness Policy

Notes: Tiny, despite what many might have assumed, was actually a transportation specialist for the squad. With the assets being dissolved, he ended up being shafted over onto Fiona. Nowadays, he just gets by on carrying things around. Secretly wants to have a carrying contest with Lovefist.

Experience: Professional property relocator.

Played By: Eri

[Chromatic]

Certified badass.

We needed one of those.