#even if they'll both just be c+p over haha

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stage name: sabrina name: natsume hirohata (廣幡家 ナツメ) age: twenty six gender: cis female birthday: october 31st hometown: celadon city, kanto - > fuchsia city, kanto - > saffron city, kanto occupation: saffron city gym leader

physical:

eye color: yellow hair color: blue black height: five feet five inches physique: slim, slightly underweight

personality:

positive traits: eloquent, perceptive, adaptable neutral traits: introverted, intelligent, intense negative traits: rebellious, misleading, antisocial

personality stats compared to main verse:            [ - ] 100 pts. anger            [ + ] 25 pts. agreeable/understanding            [ + ] 25 pts. personable/approachable             [ + ] 25 pts. cooperation            [ + ] 50 pts. happiness             [ + ] 15 pts. morality  

biography:     warning: implied child abuse, implied drug abuse, human trafficking.

You were found on the streets of Celadon City, bruises littered your body from head to toe, yet the glare you gave was what attracted their attention. There was a sense of sheer determination, so unlike that of your birth parents, who’s minds were lolling in the corner, painful to listen.

Your little hands would always find themselves covering your ears and attempting to block them, but it didn’t seem like it was coming from there but inside your mind.

You were four years old and with an empty belly when you were indoctrinated into the Team … all for a few coins to pay off the debts of your parents, but you didn’t seem to mind. No, you were interested in what they had in store for you, but Team Rocket wasn’t a babysitting service. They threw you into one of their various fronts, an orphanage full of children raised to be Team members.

As you grow older, you see groups form. They don’t go near you, they’ve seen your scars and all the strange things that happen when you’re around. It’s not something you can help. Sometimes your power just leaks over and it’s not as though you have a pokemon to help you regulate it.

It’s your fifth birthday, and a premier ball is given to you. It doesn’t have anything in it, but it’s the first present you’ve gotten and you’re more than happy to have gotten something.

At some point during that day, you find an abra having escaped from the casino. Instead of trying to catch it, it catches you, touching the button on your pokeball and choosing you to be it’s partner. The Rocket supposed to be watching them keeps quiet, telling you to do the same, and you were more than happy to do so.

When you head home, which was simply a bunk in a room filled with beds, he came out his pokeball late at night. He’d ‘talk’ to you. He taught you about how you were the one who drew him in with your psychic powers, and that they were nothing to be ashamed of — just you needed to learn to use them more consciously.

You were six years old when the orphanage was attacked. A rival group attacked and your caretakers were easily taken down. People were screaming, and all you knew was that these strangers were not good people. It was easy to hide, to tell others to hide, even if you did not shy away yourself.

For some reason, you weren’t afraid. You stood your ground, feeling the stronger for some reason, holding your hands out in front of you. Your psychic powers weren’t strong enough to defeat them, but the barrier you put up—that was enough to stop them from harming you long enough for your savior to appear.

The long scarf was the first thing to catch your eye, fluttering around as the person it belonged to made quick work of the people that had attempted to take over the orphanage.

You clung onto the tail end of that scarf — and, then, you’ve found home.

Koga, you learned much later, was the name of your new guardian, and you’ve gained a younger sibling as well.

From then on, you began to look up to the older Rocket, wanting to be just like him. You might not have shared in his physical prowess as a ninja, but you’ve found ways to make up for it with your psychic powers and your pokemon.

You were well aware of your faulty parentage in the family; a fact never kept hidden by your supposed ‘aunt.’ But, it hadn’t bothered you in the least. The child was one you gladly looked after, almost like a little abra, only more physically rambunctious.

Time passed and things had changed.

It wasn’t long before you’ve rose through the ranks and got that agent status.

It wouldn’t be until you reached fourteen years old before you’ve thought about picking up another title. You’ve thought about it for a while, becoming a gym leader through the system, and the closest that wouldn’t arouse suspicion (and would be entirely beneficial for the Rockets) would be Saffron City. So, you went, inspecting what it had in store. They met you with leers that reminded you of the looks of the men over at another one of Team Rocket’s fronts, the slow eye movement from chest to bottom but never your face, never mind the words they threw back at you when you asked to challenge them.

At fourteen years old, you took over the fighting gym and downgraded it to a dojo. You still remember the look the other two gave you, more than proud of how far you’ve gotten.

Years had passed since then, and you’re older and stronger. You’ve shown your strength time and time again. The poof was in how you’d taken over the Saffron Gym, claiming it for yourself. It was a rare enough circumstance for others to remember for years to come. Regardless of the type advantage you had, it’s something you find yourself extremely proud.

Now that the pieces were set, it was time for the Team to act. It doesn’t go well, and time blurs.

And, suddenly, you’re an adult.

verse canons

koga ( @fansirvice )

will ( @phantompsychic )