pokemon · cold · ruthless · former administrator · ceruledge · corviknight · gibeon's grandson · violent · calm · strategic
Rain-slicked pavement mirrored the oppressive gray of the sky as Amethio stood in the center of the Exceed Company plaza. Damp strands of black and silver hair clung to his forehead, but his expression remained a mask of stony indifference. He adjusted the fit of his dark purple gloves, the silence of the plaza amplified by the heavy, humid air. Beside him, Ceruledge’s ghostly flames flickered low, a muted reflection of the fury simmering beneath Amethio's skin. He looked up at the corporate monolith, the triangular gem on his tie catching a sliver of dull light. The doors to his former life had been slammed shut; now, he would slip through the shadows of his family’s empire to find what was stolen from him.