Post by Warr on Feb 22, 2012 15:41:19 GMT -5
Full Name: Wade Mahogany
Birth-Name: Warren Ceith Orainge the 2nd
Aliases: Mr. Mahogany, The rotten orange
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: 7th of March, 1993
A Shocking Beginning (Prologue): It's a story told all-too-many-times in the Pokémon world. Successful father; mother at home dealing with the domestic stuff- you never get to see your father except on holidays or when he's not busy with the family business. But you still love your father; right? He's still your father and still takes care of you and your family, right? So even if his profession is handyman for Team Rocket- you still value him. That's the way things go for plenty of folks in the Pokémon world; but that wasn't the case for Wade- or Warren as they called him then.
Born to a gym-leader and his successful Pokémon Breeder wife; Wade was able to see both of his parents often enough. He spent more time with his mother and he learned most of what he came to know about Pokémon and the world under her wing- but he still spent time with them both. He was a quick learner, and schooled by both of his parents and the attendants at the Gym so much that by the time he started elementary school he was scarcely entertained at all.
As unentertained as he was, he barely even tried. It seemed to him that the schoolwork they gave was busy work at best and he could have used the eight hours a day they took from him for other stuff. He could be at home tending his mother's pidgeys or watching his father battle challengers. So his grades ended up being grievously bad- as one would expect and he teachers told his parents that he wasn't even try. His father fixed that quickly, at first by positive reinforcement and then when the grades still didn't hit the A range, barring him from the family's Pokémon gym entirely.
It upset the youth at first- upset him that he couldn't see his father battle newcomers looking to gain the Hill Badge. After weeks of studying hard and being totally ignored by his father, even being told he wasn't doing well enough to become a gym leader and even if he did it would be only because his father was a gym leader before him. This sparked the first change within Wade- Warren as he was called then.
So serious about being a gym-leader, as things still didn't change fast enough for him; it forced a change in the boy. He took to reading, playing games, hiking, studying hard and helping his mother with her work; but he didn't even bother to pay attention to the Staunchriver Gym or his father's battles against other people.
He rode his bike and ignored Pokémon and his father. For a time, he mellowed out; but then as he hit high school, as he passed the age of 13 when people in the local area could get first their Pokémon trainer licenses, and onto 14, without even trying when taking the trainer's test, often just walking out of the test entirely; things reignited. Warren would've probably sworn off being a Pokémon trainer at all, and just studied to join a different profession; if it wasn't for the girl next door, the niece of the town's Pokémon professor; who decided she liked him; but they couldn't date until he was a real 'man', and had his Pokémon trainer's license; so they could do stuff other than in their town [Staunchriver]'s confines.
So the intelligent boy turned slacker began to study harder. He studied harder and harder until he breezed through the written test- and passed it as he did. But when it came to the physical portion he was told by the local examining board that they were out of Pokémon. He would have had to find his own Pokémon or a loaner Pokémon to pass the final [physical] portions of the test.
So he did the thing he wanted to do least and headed to his father's Pokémon Gym. He found it darkened; strange. After some exploring he heard the sounds of battle and picked up the nearest occupied Pokeball from his father's office. He followed the sounds in a rushing charge, only to see his father and his father's Feraligatr doing battle with a cloaked figure. A figure who's Pokémon swarmed the field- and threatened to overrun his father.
There were no lights on so Warren knew it wasn't an official battle- it made it all the more serious when he saw that the Raichu was sending blasts of lightning towards his father. This was life and death.
So he moved without hesitation and jumped into the fray with the Pokémon he had grabbed, a Weedle.
A Weedle, a Pokémon that Warren knew little about and had to wrack his brain to simply find moves for the Pokémon to use; time wasted. Because the cloaked figure bellowed orders to his Raichu and Scyther then, He bellowed, “Kill the interloper's pokemon; and kill him too.” and Warren hastily grabbed a kendo stick from nearby, to defend himself and this weedle with. “Get back, Weedle!”
The young man kept the Scyther at bay from mere luck, blocking and blocking and blocking. He would've even had luck at it, if Weedle didn't decide to defend him with it's poison sting, and get electrocuted by a massive thunderwave. Warren Senior [his father] and Feralgatr turned the course of the battle just quick enough to get Warren and Weedle to the hospital; not quick enough to save either of them. Weedle died from electricity overload; and Warren was sent into a coma for a full year.
The Staunchriver community was hushed after that; Warren Senior somber; and constantly checking on his son. Warren the second constantly locked not in sleep; but in a nightmare. Reliving that day and his failures as a trainer, remembering that cloaked figure, every detail. Even details he hadn't noticed before; like the figures piercing green eyes or the strands of red hair from under the cloak's hood.
By the end of the first year, after everyone but his family had stopped visiting; it finally came. Warren worked through the nightmare enough; and he awaken from the coma. To see his father and mother sitting there. They started to speak; to tell him what that he had been in a coma, but those eyes of his came quicker.
It took him ten minutes to even garble words; and they didn't say a thing as he did. “I know what happened...” finally forced out, coughing up phelm after the five minute struggle to say those words. “I know what happened, and... I want to get better so it doesn't happen again...”
His energy was gone; he was out again, and it was days of work before he found the energy to speak and ask the question so firmly on his mind. “What happened... to that Weedle?” years had passed since the attack; he had seen the calenders. But he still wanted to know. “It died”, came the answer from his father, unhesitantly. The Gym Leader of Staunchriver was not one to mince words. “It died, trying to defend you.”
Warren's threrapy was off for days from the raging fit he threw, so overcome with the numerous emotions of it all. He had seen the weedle try to defend him, but not it's inevitable destruction at the hands of Raichu. After the end of it all, the rage, and the grief, he had a simple request, written on a board. “I want a weedle. I'll make it strong; I'll never have this happen again..” the handwriting was sloppy, but the answer came in a day; when his mother presented him with a weedle egg shipped in from a contact. Her edict came firmly. He had never even had a trainer's license so wasn't legally supposed to own a Pokémon. Her decision was that his father and she could facilitate an in-clinic test, but only if he hatched the egg and finished his own rehabilitation.
years passed of hard work, and of cuddling the tan and red and white and black Pokémon egg against his chest every night, or in the crook of his arm; and finally the fruitation came. His very own pokemon; a Weedle! It's hatching, and the following studies before he finally got his trainer's license, they spurred his urge to get a trainer's license even more. Two more years of rehabilitation, and of training his Weedle and himself; and he was done. He felt good, if not better than he had before the incident- and he felt like there was a weight off his shoulders. With his Pokémon Trainer's License, his father almost moved to offer him a position at the family's gym. But Warren's words had come quicker in that conversation; as soon as the lamented card was in his hand.
“Did they catch the cloaked figure?”
“No, son... we didn't.”
“Not even now?”
“No.”
“I have to...” the boy-in-a-young-man's words wouldn't come forth then. His father clasped him into a hug. “I know, son. You have to find him, you have to get revenge; to set things right and avenge that Weedle. You have to prove to yourself you have the strength to take on even folks like him.”
They hugged tighter than they had since Warren was four years old, then. And the senior Orainge man helped his son prepare, clipped together news paper articles over the whereabouts of the figure; known as the “Crimson Eclipse” in popular lore. A place called Cheyenne was his last known whereabouts; or at least the last place he was spotted.
Warren had to go there; he had to go there and start his adventure, gain strength and beat that guy with the help of his Pokémon. He wouldn't lose again. The cloaked figure was going to be the one going down.
What a Buggy Game (Chapter 1): Warren followed the cloaked figure to Cheyenne with the same goal he had before. He traveled with nothing but his faithful Weedle- Scuttlebutt; and he soon found himself making friends with many people and gathering Pokémon with a speed which he never expected. From the dinky, loyal, and highly personality filled Magnemite he gained from the Ranger's Station; Scrapheap- to the clingy Totodile he got, Fragarach. The teaching his mother had provided him for all those years came in very handy, as the boy traveled on his lonesome and found that his skill at Pokémon breeding and Pokémon hatching was perhaps better than his skill at Pokémon battling.
He battled against Team Death from time to time, and other trainers- but he didn't find any answers for a good deal of time. Just continued to gather Pokémon and in the end- he did find his answers. He found this figure, this Crimson Eclipse; and when he battled him he found himself lost in mind and soul. All of his hard work was for naught, in the end Scuttlebutt, Scrapheap, Fragarach, Boreas, Baloo, Setanta, Lugh, every Pokémon that Warren could muster were defeated. In a mirror image of the battle so many years before- the cloaked figure's Raichu went to sizzle Scuttlebutt, and Warren charged in front of the blast.
But Scuttlebutt was quicker, and the Weedle rolled under his master, using his horn as a lightning rod, and in turn being electrocuted. Warren was overcome with grief and the training his mother had taught him so well- and he was able to save Scuttlebutt's life.
The figure left before they could continue the battle; but not before saying one final word. Warren would never beat him when he could not even beat his own father's shadow. When he was still just the second Warren Orainge, how could he?
So the boy left Cheyenne, nursing Scutttlebutt and his other Pokemon, and he returned home for a time. To train himself and his Pokemon, to reflect. When his father accused him of being a failure, and his Pokémon of being weak- when his father insulted his use of Scuttlebutt despite the limitations of the Weedle species, the boy finally snapped.
“Don't call me Warren again-!” he spat.
He needed to advance, to become someone stronger- someone better. He needed to be stronger than everything- and absorb the lightning of life like a tree. Singed, but still alive.
So Wade Mahogany was born, and as he Pokémon in Staunchriver, his new attitude rubbed off on his Pokémon. Scuttlebutt's efforts to train made him evolve into a Kakuna; and then Wade knew it was time to go back- to finish what he had begun.
Birth-Name: Warren Ceith Orainge the 2nd
Aliases: Mr. Mahogany, The rotten orange
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: 7th of March, 1993
A Shocking Beginning (Prologue): It's a story told all-too-many-times in the Pokémon world. Successful father; mother at home dealing with the domestic stuff- you never get to see your father except on holidays or when he's not busy with the family business. But you still love your father; right? He's still your father and still takes care of you and your family, right? So even if his profession is handyman for Team Rocket- you still value him. That's the way things go for plenty of folks in the Pokémon world; but that wasn't the case for Wade- or Warren as they called him then.
Born to a gym-leader and his successful Pokémon Breeder wife; Wade was able to see both of his parents often enough. He spent more time with his mother and he learned most of what he came to know about Pokémon and the world under her wing- but he still spent time with them both. He was a quick learner, and schooled by both of his parents and the attendants at the Gym so much that by the time he started elementary school he was scarcely entertained at all.
As unentertained as he was, he barely even tried. It seemed to him that the schoolwork they gave was busy work at best and he could have used the eight hours a day they took from him for other stuff. He could be at home tending his mother's pidgeys or watching his father battle challengers. So his grades ended up being grievously bad- as one would expect and he teachers told his parents that he wasn't even try. His father fixed that quickly, at first by positive reinforcement and then when the grades still didn't hit the A range, barring him from the family's Pokémon gym entirely.
It upset the youth at first- upset him that he couldn't see his father battle newcomers looking to gain the Hill Badge. After weeks of studying hard and being totally ignored by his father, even being told he wasn't doing well enough to become a gym leader and even if he did it would be only because his father was a gym leader before him. This sparked the first change within Wade- Warren as he was called then.
So serious about being a gym-leader, as things still didn't change fast enough for him; it forced a change in the boy. He took to reading, playing games, hiking, studying hard and helping his mother with her work; but he didn't even bother to pay attention to the Staunchriver Gym or his father's battles against other people.
He rode his bike and ignored Pokémon and his father. For a time, he mellowed out; but then as he hit high school, as he passed the age of 13 when people in the local area could get first their Pokémon trainer licenses, and onto 14, without even trying when taking the trainer's test, often just walking out of the test entirely; things reignited. Warren would've probably sworn off being a Pokémon trainer at all, and just studied to join a different profession; if it wasn't for the girl next door, the niece of the town's Pokémon professor; who decided she liked him; but they couldn't date until he was a real 'man', and had his Pokémon trainer's license; so they could do stuff other than in their town [Staunchriver]'s confines.
So the intelligent boy turned slacker began to study harder. He studied harder and harder until he breezed through the written test- and passed it as he did. But when it came to the physical portion he was told by the local examining board that they were out of Pokémon. He would have had to find his own Pokémon or a loaner Pokémon to pass the final [physical] portions of the test.
So he did the thing he wanted to do least and headed to his father's Pokémon Gym. He found it darkened; strange. After some exploring he heard the sounds of battle and picked up the nearest occupied Pokeball from his father's office. He followed the sounds in a rushing charge, only to see his father and his father's Feraligatr doing battle with a cloaked figure. A figure who's Pokémon swarmed the field- and threatened to overrun his father.
There were no lights on so Warren knew it wasn't an official battle- it made it all the more serious when he saw that the Raichu was sending blasts of lightning towards his father. This was life and death.
So he moved without hesitation and jumped into the fray with the Pokémon he had grabbed, a Weedle.
A Weedle, a Pokémon that Warren knew little about and had to wrack his brain to simply find moves for the Pokémon to use; time wasted. Because the cloaked figure bellowed orders to his Raichu and Scyther then, He bellowed, “Kill the interloper's pokemon; and kill him too.” and Warren hastily grabbed a kendo stick from nearby, to defend himself and this weedle with. “Get back, Weedle!”
The young man kept the Scyther at bay from mere luck, blocking and blocking and blocking. He would've even had luck at it, if Weedle didn't decide to defend him with it's poison sting, and get electrocuted by a massive thunderwave. Warren Senior [his father] and Feralgatr turned the course of the battle just quick enough to get Warren and Weedle to the hospital; not quick enough to save either of them. Weedle died from electricity overload; and Warren was sent into a coma for a full year.
The Staunchriver community was hushed after that; Warren Senior somber; and constantly checking on his son. Warren the second constantly locked not in sleep; but in a nightmare. Reliving that day and his failures as a trainer, remembering that cloaked figure, every detail. Even details he hadn't noticed before; like the figures piercing green eyes or the strands of red hair from under the cloak's hood.
By the end of the first year, after everyone but his family had stopped visiting; it finally came. Warren worked through the nightmare enough; and he awaken from the coma. To see his father and mother sitting there. They started to speak; to tell him what that he had been in a coma, but those eyes of his came quicker.
It took him ten minutes to even garble words; and they didn't say a thing as he did. “I know what happened...” finally forced out, coughing up phelm after the five minute struggle to say those words. “I know what happened, and... I want to get better so it doesn't happen again...”
His energy was gone; he was out again, and it was days of work before he found the energy to speak and ask the question so firmly on his mind. “What happened... to that Weedle?” years had passed since the attack; he had seen the calenders. But he still wanted to know. “It died”, came the answer from his father, unhesitantly. The Gym Leader of Staunchriver was not one to mince words. “It died, trying to defend you.”
Warren's threrapy was off for days from the raging fit he threw, so overcome with the numerous emotions of it all. He had seen the weedle try to defend him, but not it's inevitable destruction at the hands of Raichu. After the end of it all, the rage, and the grief, he had a simple request, written on a board. “I want a weedle. I'll make it strong; I'll never have this happen again..” the handwriting was sloppy, but the answer came in a day; when his mother presented him with a weedle egg shipped in from a contact. Her edict came firmly. He had never even had a trainer's license so wasn't legally supposed to own a Pokémon. Her decision was that his father and she could facilitate an in-clinic test, but only if he hatched the egg and finished his own rehabilitation.
years passed of hard work, and of cuddling the tan and red and white and black Pokémon egg against his chest every night, or in the crook of his arm; and finally the fruitation came. His very own pokemon; a Weedle! It's hatching, and the following studies before he finally got his trainer's license, they spurred his urge to get a trainer's license even more. Two more years of rehabilitation, and of training his Weedle and himself; and he was done. He felt good, if not better than he had before the incident- and he felt like there was a weight off his shoulders. With his Pokémon Trainer's License, his father almost moved to offer him a position at the family's gym. But Warren's words had come quicker in that conversation; as soon as the lamented card was in his hand.
“Did they catch the cloaked figure?”
“No, son... we didn't.”
“Not even now?”
“No.”
“I have to...” the boy-in-a-young-man's words wouldn't come forth then. His father clasped him into a hug. “I know, son. You have to find him, you have to get revenge; to set things right and avenge that Weedle. You have to prove to yourself you have the strength to take on even folks like him.”
They hugged tighter than they had since Warren was four years old, then. And the senior Orainge man helped his son prepare, clipped together news paper articles over the whereabouts of the figure; known as the “Crimson Eclipse” in popular lore. A place called Cheyenne was his last known whereabouts; or at least the last place he was spotted.
Warren had to go there; he had to go there and start his adventure, gain strength and beat that guy with the help of his Pokémon. He wouldn't lose again. The cloaked figure was going to be the one going down.
What a Buggy Game (Chapter 1): Warren followed the cloaked figure to Cheyenne with the same goal he had before. He traveled with nothing but his faithful Weedle- Scuttlebutt; and he soon found himself making friends with many people and gathering Pokémon with a speed which he never expected. From the dinky, loyal, and highly personality filled Magnemite he gained from the Ranger's Station; Scrapheap- to the clingy Totodile he got, Fragarach. The teaching his mother had provided him for all those years came in very handy, as the boy traveled on his lonesome and found that his skill at Pokémon breeding and Pokémon hatching was perhaps better than his skill at Pokémon battling.
He battled against Team Death from time to time, and other trainers- but he didn't find any answers for a good deal of time. Just continued to gather Pokémon and in the end- he did find his answers. He found this figure, this Crimson Eclipse; and when he battled him he found himself lost in mind and soul. All of his hard work was for naught, in the end Scuttlebutt, Scrapheap, Fragarach, Boreas, Baloo, Setanta, Lugh, every Pokémon that Warren could muster were defeated. In a mirror image of the battle so many years before- the cloaked figure's Raichu went to sizzle Scuttlebutt, and Warren charged in front of the blast.
But Scuttlebutt was quicker, and the Weedle rolled under his master, using his horn as a lightning rod, and in turn being electrocuted. Warren was overcome with grief and the training his mother had taught him so well- and he was able to save Scuttlebutt's life.
The figure left before they could continue the battle; but not before saying one final word. Warren would never beat him when he could not even beat his own father's shadow. When he was still just the second Warren Orainge, how could he?
So the boy left Cheyenne, nursing Scutttlebutt and his other Pokemon, and he returned home for a time. To train himself and his Pokemon, to reflect. When his father accused him of being a failure, and his Pokémon of being weak- when his father insulted his use of Scuttlebutt despite the limitations of the Weedle species, the boy finally snapped.
“Don't call me Warren again-!” he spat.
He needed to advance, to become someone stronger- someone better. He needed to be stronger than everything- and absorb the lightning of life like a tree. Singed, but still alive.
So Wade Mahogany was born, and as he Pokémon in Staunchriver, his new attitude rubbed off on his Pokémon. Scuttlebutt's efforts to train made him evolve into a Kakuna; and then Wade knew it was time to go back- to finish what he had begun.