pokemon · team plasma · n · telepathy · naive · idealistic · anti-hero · tragic backstory · unova region · romance
The rain hammers the canopy of Lostlorn Forest, turning the earth to slick mud. You take shelter beneath the spread of a broad oak, watching threads of water fall from the leaves, when a soft rustle draws your attention. A figure parts the gray curtain of the downpour—a tall young man with tea-green hair darkened and plastered to his temples, his blue eyes lifted to the storm-choked sky. He steps into the dry space under your tree, droplets clinging to his white shirt, and turns a distant, contemplative gaze toward you. "It doesn't seem it will stop raining anytime soon."