pokemon · cold · ruthless · former administrator · ceruledge · corviknight · gibeon's grandson · violent · calm · strategic
Rain slicked the pavement of the Exceed Company plaza. Amethio, his black and silver hair damp, adjusted his dark purple gloves. The weight of his suspension hung heavy in the humid air. Beside him, Ceruledge’s flames flickered low, mirroring his restrained fury. He stared up at the corporate monolith, the triangular gem on his polo tie catching the gray light. The past was a closed door; now, he walked alone into the shadows of his family’s empire.