#hc.coordi central

[halcyonkrp]

WHO’S THAT TRAINER ?

native to the region and situated in the haeundae district here in busan as a pokemon researcher and contest judge, she’s not participating in the league! but don’t underestimate her, can you guess who she is?

                                                                              IT’S SONG AHRI !

ADDITIONAL POKEMON

xatu, blissey, sawsbuck, luxray, ninetails, clefable, comfey

POKEDEX ENTRY

Born to a retired coordinator champion and a pokemon medical researcher, Song Ahri had the passion and talent for coordinating and medical research running through her blood. Growing up with breeder grandparents who run a daycare in the Buk district, Ahri lived surrounded by pokemon as soon as she took her first breath amidst the Autumn breeze.

Song Minkyung, Ahri’s mother, often traveled outside of the district to participate in numerous contests around the country until she became one of the most renowned coordinators of her age when Ahri was still just a toddler. While watching her mother’s success, it came no surprise that Ahri decided that she wanted to be just like her mother in the future – filled with grace, elegance, and beauty inside the contest ring. On the other hand, Song Daesung, Ahri’s father, works as a pokemon doctor and medical researcher at Busan General Pokemon Hospital in the Busanjin District. In the rare cases in which he was able to go back to his hometown, he educated Ahri on caring for pokemon at a very young age.

When Ahri’s mother retired and began to work for Coordi Central as a sponsor and committee member, often helping to organize new contests and competitions, it was time for Ahri to continue her mother’s legacy and officially started her career as a coordinator at the age of thirteen. Safe to say that Ahri was a natural prodigy; she gained attention for having her own grace and beauty that showcased her pokemon’s elegance that was similar yet different from her mother’s, at such a young age. Five years later, Ahri had made her name known across the country with ribbons and credentials high enough to surpass her mother’s title at the age of eighteen. However, her career took a turn in which she had been exposed to the dangers of pokemon health and medical research (all because of a lunar wing) that she vowed to help make a difference.

Ahri put her ribbons and title aside and attended Busan Pokemon University (BPU) to study pokemon nursing and research. After graduating at the age of 22, Ahri began to work at Busan General Hospital as a pokemon nurse, while helping her father with research on the side. Her pokemon was always by her side, never forgetting to bear the weight of her ribbons and her title on her shoulders throughout her new career. With her mother’s coercion, Ahri received an opportunity – an invitation – to become a judge for Coordi Central two years later. With much hesitation and the cooperation of her father, she was able to juggle between both her passions as a coordinator judge and a pokemon researcher.

[halcyonkrp]

WHO’S THAT TRAINER ?

coming from los angeles, usa and settling into the dongnae district here in busan as a contest judge, he’s not participating in league! but don’t underestimate gm, can you guess who he is?

                                                                           IT’S DAVID JUNG !

ADDITIONAL POKEMON

espurr, noibat, pokachu, dedenn, mimikyu, emolga, misdreavus, quilava

POKEDEX ENTRY

i.

David was ten when he started taking interest in coordinating and performing. He was ten when he thought it was actually kinda fun, kind of a way to express his feelings, a way to play around and be a little foolish sometimes. Of course, he was ten when he took a liking to it, but he was five when he started.

His mother, the successful designer and judge for Pokémon Super Contests, had started working actively in L.A when she met the quiet, subservient and loyal love of her life, Joshua Jung, a Korean-American, and had her only son, David. His dad was a fairly simple guy, didn’t argue much, didn’t really feel the need to lead the family in anyway, since his wife already had a taste for doing so.

She was… A little bit… Overwhelming. And by little bit, it means she had a doll for a son, and playing with him was her hobby. Im Saeron was one famous contestant that had so many prizes she stopped keeping count. She judged in South Korean, and then moved to the States when it started getting boring, but once again, she reached the top and was filled with boredom and a lot of spare time. Money was no problem, all her prizes earning her a lot of television sponsors and commercials, her minute being worth a lot. Saeron’s son, David, was made to follow the same path and possibly be even more famous than his mother, and he had no choice but to comply.

ii.

He was a star. At the age of 13, he won his first contest, moves executed to perfection, mastering the cute contest. David was a prodigy, he was known and he was technically perfect, contestant pokémon and his own battle team hand-picked by his mother, all except for one. A stubborn, little baby fennekin that was supposed to be really cute and an important asset - according to Saeron - but she didn’t like to do as told. Dave sometimes pleaded, sighing in frustration, and his mother would scream “It’s clearly no good for this, I’ll take it back to the lab”, but the boy would protest. “Let me try one more. Just once more.”

Truthfully, when there’s no one around, they’d… Play. Princess, the fennekin, wasn’t a bad pokémon at all. It didn’t like being bossed around, but it was funny and playful and comforted David on his worse, cheering him up when nobody else could. His dad had no voice in that family, and sometimes the pokémon was literally his only real friend, since playing with kids (when he had to practice!) was out of the question.

He cried once, stroking the fur of the playful pokémon,  “Why won’t you… Please… I know you dislike that but… She’s gonna take you away, please…” He was too young and too afraid, back then his team was in constant rotation, he had no choice. He had to succeed with Princess. “We can do it… In a fun way, please listen to me…”

She wasn’t a bad pokémon. She didn’t want to leave either. So, once, she listened well. That once, they made the perfect combo. And that was when he was able to feel joy at what he did. At the age of ten, he felt he could really make something out of a difficult situation. That life may not give him the lemons he wanted, but at least he could give his lemonade his own quirky twist.

iii.

He stomped his feet.

“I want to choose.”

She glanced down, not in surprise, but clearly not used to hearing that tone. “… Excuse me?”

“It’s my team.” He repeated, Princess swaying it’s tail, quietly glancing while resting in his arms. She had grown to fathom a fairly appropriated look that resembled royalty, whenever looking at Saeron. His mother wasn’t content, of course, but this time a second person stood up. “Let him.”

Joshua, his laid back dad, seemed to have heard enough, finally. He looked at his wife severely, “I think this should be his choice, since he hadn’t have one up until now.”

She, of course, felt like protesting. Three pair of eyes stared at her, pressing down on her will. She was one for a good fight, but something told her, looking into her son’s eyes, that he was able to move mountains for this one. Something told her that the fire she saw there, for the first time, was something he could turn into passion, and that actually did play well into her own wishes. “… Very well.”

Dave smiled. He won…? He really sincerely honestly did win something, he did… It might have been an empty sense of joy, but he built his own team according to what he knew, and tailored his choices towards first victory. Thirteen, he practiced for three years for that, and after that victory, he did not stop winning.

iv.

Sixteen, the age he finally moved to Korea, and although he spoke Korean to his mother, fitting into the mannerisms after living so long in L.A was sort of difficult. Nonetheless, he had to, since his mother planned for him to Master his two favorite categories and then start his own career in judging.

He didn’t manage to make many friends, being mostly busy with schedules and showing up on tv as “The Contest Fairy”, some most certainly annoying tropes he had to play into, smiling a lot and being cute and dashing, followed by his Princess, now a feisty Braixen who refused to evolve any further from her adorable form.

At that age he also would, sometimes, unwind by performing and he even got a few prizes into that, even though it wasn’t what his mother wanted him to do. It wasn’t what she wanted… But in a different country, there was so much she could control. And, what do you know, David actually liked performing, he enjoyed it a lot. It didn’t cross his mind to stop doing what his mother wanted, as he still depended so much on her, specially emotionally. But… he felt really alive at that time, it was a short time, but it was the best one he had so far.

Reaching 18, he debuted as a judge. He acted in the region of Busan, but he resided in the modern and bourgeoisie Dongnae district, sometimes being spotted within the streets and asked for autographs. His childhood was dead before it could even be alive, and now he had to act like the coordi public’s boyfriend, cute and funny, humble and well mannered. Most of these were fake representations of himself, a complete made up character that knew how to rise, but somewhere in him resides a child who really missed playing around and doing nothing. As someone who’s got a lot to learn, he’s envied and hated by some of the older contestants, and adored by the younger population (specially by girls).

[halcyonkrp]

WHO’S THAT TRAINER ?

native to the region and settled in the haeundae district here in busan as a contest announcer, he’s not participating in the league! but don’t underestimate him, can you guess who he is?

                                                                          IT’S RYANG KITAE !

POKEDEX ENTRY

Tadeus grew up in Busanjin- with a seemingly cut and clear family. A Mom, a Dad, a younger Sister- and then himself. Despite the more glamorous city filled with nothing but events and places to do…Tadeus cant really recall a time him and his family went out and did anything together as a group. His Mother was always busy at the Hospital- while his Father seemed to be as boring in Tadeus’s words as they came, also working at the Hospital front desk. The son was a stark contrast to his simple parents, from a child he had a large and bubbly personality- always causing scenes whenever he was taken anywhere, just wanting to be the center of attention no matter what.

Being described as more flamboyant than other boys his age, instead of pretending to have Pokemon battles- Tadeus much preferred to go with other girls and play dress up- concocting the most extravagant outfit compared to the rest of the girls. It was a shock to Tadeus’s friends who would come over and see how…different he was to his parents. The boy found himself thinking on it too time to time- how could he hold so much “fabulousness” and just a motivation to want to be in the shining lights- and yet both of his parents seemed to be nothing but plain homebodies? It was a peculiar thing for a long time. Although his questions would be answered one night with him and his Sister exploring the attic when their parents were busy- and Taeyong happened to uncover a mysterious looking bottle. It was a magenta bottle with gold accents, and his Sister had pointed out how it looked like the lamp from Aladdin. Just for the hell of it- Tadeus rubbed the bottle…and that moment on would change the rest of his life. Out popped a Pokemon neither him or his Sister had ever seen before- one that was mischievous in nature and instantly, Taedeus was in love with the Pokemon that seemed to match him in dramatics.

Immediately him and his Sister marched down stairs with Hoopa in tote to show their parents their amazing discovery, and that’s when the truth came out. His Dad wasn’t as boring as he was convinced he was- he confessed to both of his kids he actually had a past as an extravagant Pokemon trainer- along with Archaeologist. With his travels, he ended up stumbling upon the Prison Jar- and Hoopa had become one of his biggest nuisances. Him and and his Pokemon together were both known for putting on shows whenever they battled, even if the skills weren’t always there- they always made sure to keep a crowd entertained. Tadeus in shock had asked him what changed, and the answer simply was “life” and how he couldn’t keep up this charade forever when he wanted to settle down with Tadeus’s Mother and build a family. After learning about his past, he insisted to put Hoopa back in the Jar- claiming he was nothing but trouble. Tadeus refused, Hoopa automatically attaching himself to him, claiming they already had a bond of some sort. His Father told him he would live to regret it- Hoopa not being as sweet as they appeared.

Well- it seemed that Hoopa and Tadeus both were similar enough to where they balanced each other nicely, and Hoopa officially became his Pokemon. After all Tadeus could have fun, but could put Hoopa back in his their place before they got too wild. At the age of 16- he entered the contests world with Hoopa. Tadeus theatrics and passion for performing matched with Hoopa’s competitive nature and need for attention- they absolutely were fierce competitors in the contest world together for years. Eventually Tadeus reached a certain age where he had won all there was to be won- and he was left in a stand still of thinking “Now what?” He was never a person that was into battling, not being a fan of putting any Pokemon in danger or letting them be hurt, they were far just too beautiful to succumb them to battles like that. When the opportunity came by to take the place of the previous announcer- Tadeus snatched it without question. It was there on stage, even if he wasn’t the one performing and competing anymore- he finally had his permanent place in the spotlight, in a place he was passionate about and was sure he was born to be in.

[halcyonkrp]

WHO’S THAT TRAINER ?

native to the region and settled in the haeundae district here in busan as a contest judge, he’s not participating in league! but don’t underestimate him, can you guess who he is?

                                                                           IT’S CHA HANEUL !

ADDITIONAL POKEMON

inkay, umbreon, spiritomb, three houndoom

POKEDEX ENTRY

i. foul play

“they take us for fools”, his grandmother had told him when he was little, the newborn zorua in her arms long gone into deep slumber. “or downright evil. old money and years of isolation, dear, do not make for a good image.” she gently handed the sleeping pup to him. “it’s too easy to blame them”, she smiled, jaded, her touch still gentle, “blame their influence, their aura, for the deeds of our past.”

the zorua sighed in its sleep, nuzzling its head closer against haneul’s chest. “you’ll find out soon enough how wrong they were.”

haneul took one last look around the room he was allowed into for the first time: several portraits of their ancestors lined the walls, dressed in traditional finery befit of their family’s wealth. the portrait they stood in front of had a black veil to cover it that his grandmother held up for him to see.

cha byungho, the name plate said; a name that would stand among the first words haneul was able to read by himself.

“and if they ask you, ‘but wasn’t cha byungho misunderstood?’, you tell them no. he was plain wrong”, she continued, letting the veil fall over the portrait before laying a hand on her grandson’s shoulder to guide him out of the room and away. “we do not make excuses or justify his actions. we apologize. not out of benevolence, but because it is the least we can do.”

she closed the door behind them, the sound of the lock echoing through the hallowed halls of the manor.

ii. dark aura

cha byungho, haneul found out on his own, was the head of their clan a couple hundred years ago. a nobleman, an important general and strategist, he had tried to single-handedly end a long-lasting war by resorting to measures that would have deep, scarring consequences upon every human and pokémon involved.

zoroark had tried to keep him away from the manor basement – an evil presence, some sort of energy darker than his own, that made the fur on his back stand on its ends, something haneul couldn’t feel, himself, always made his bodyguard stop short of stepping down the narrow ladder. swiftly pulling haneul like one of his kind would pull up a cub, he would always prevent him from exploring further than the first room.

haneul did find his way around zoroark and into whatever his family had wanted to keep hidden from the world. he found journals, illustrations and sketches of the most disturbing nature, and even a strange large stone gathering dust inside a box.

cha byungho’s belongings.

details of his plans carefully written down into the journals, sketches upon sketches of a dark cocoon, the “final solution”, he’d scribbled underneath them; a painting of a large red and black bird engulfing the land beneath its wings. oblivion wing.

the plan ultimately failed, as it was documented by byungho himself; they would not see what i see, he wrote, a future without wars, a future where people fear what could happen when there is conflict.

several people died in his attempt to find the cocooned pokémon, many more in his attempt to awaken it.

haneul didn’t like to imagine how many more would have succumbed, had byungho succeeded.

the stone dropped to the floor and cracked when zoroark found him attempting to lift the box up to his room to finish reading through the journals. smoke and a cold, cold presence wafted out of it, alerting zoroark and terrifying his charge as it made its way towards the child.

you are not cha byungho, it seemed to whisper around the basement, a creature formed of swirling purple fog, its eerie smile as broken as the stone that held it.

it never attacked haneul nor zoroark, directing its attention to the box, instead. it looked back one more time at haneul, and, at his silent nod, it lunged at the box, ripping into books and journals and tearing the paintings apart.

later, after his new friend had calmed down, haneul and zoroark snuck it and what was left of the box out of the mansion to properly set it on fire.

cha byungho’s story ended there for good.

iii. embrace the dark

the cha family was often afraid of the outer world.

having been shunned for hundreds of years, not yet fully forgiven for their ancestors’ crimes, they took upon themselves to remain in the shadow for as long as the world deemed necessary, investing quietly in life preservation companies, wisely using their so-called old money for greater causes.

the fact that they were considered freaks for their love for dark types, and generally eccentric for their more nocturnal habits and darker clothing, did not do much to help their reputation. especially when the only member to make public appearances was haneul’s grandmother, who would visit the war memorial every year to pay her respects and issue yet another apology on behalf of the family. like it wasn’t getting old enough, haneul thought bitterly.

haneul didn’t like the idea of staying at home when there was so much going on outside; he wanted to go to school, to meet new pokémon, to make friends. he wanted everything cha byungho’s legacy had denied his family for years.

ultimately, he got what he wanted – with the promise that he’d never stay out of zoroark’s sight and that he would let cerberus, the three houndoom his grandmother had raised to be his bodyguards, follow him around and protect him. it was a fair and easy deal; haneul liked the four of them well enough, and being in the company of a fully-grown zoroark had always made for good conversations.

what haneul wanted, haneul got. he liked pink, a first for a family so fond of dark colors and somber tones, and so his mother accommodated his wardrobe to his tastes. he liked the dark type pokémon his grandmother raised out of love, and helped her take care and nurture every single puppy; in return some of those puppies would often choose him as their trainer, a better gift than anything money could buy him.

first, came zoroark. a bodyguard by duty, haneul’s best friend by choice. spiritomb was the only good that came out of cha byungho, yet it was a curse on its own; haneul had a hard time coming to terms that it was fruit of his ancestor’s deeds, and that yet it saw its trainer – its trainer’s soul – as good and redeemable.

absol came as a gift for his 13th birthday, followed by purrloin; inkay and deino were babies when they chose him, and umbreon was a special gift acquired from a renowned eevee breeder, specially for his 19th birthday. haneul had never caught a single pokémon until he ran into sneasel by chance one evening; the thought of engaging in battles alone was scary, and he avoided doing so until his late teens, despite knowing zoroark could very well hold his own in a fight.

iv. assurance

in his search of ways to publicly clean his family’s name, haneul started watching out for contests. he saw them as peaceful, yet meaningful ways to show just how much the cha family had changed.

haneul started taking part in them at age seventeen, at first with zoroark and absol they’d present wearing the most outrageous pink and light-colored costumes, the dissonance between their supposed darkness and the cute aura overall so strong there was a strong rejection from the audience, at first. not discouraged in the slightest by their outrage, haneul persisted, studying and training his team, improving outfits with the help of his grandmother, who had always been an enthusiast for contests, but never participated in one out of the sense of shame under the spotlight that the family still felt.

eventually, haneul conquered the audience, captivating judges and watchers alike with his and his pokémon’s cute aura, soon earning the nickname busan’s first love. some would even go as far as to say haneul’s performances could make the audience forget the fierce nature of dark type pokémon, especially when they dressed so cutely in pink turtlenecks and baby blue tutus.

the invitation to become a judge, after a few years contending strongly for clever and beauty titles, was everything haneul had ever wanted – no family influence whatsoever, no matter how much money they had, neither negative nor positive, had helped him achieve that, only his own effort. his determination to rebuild the name and the fame of the cha family had finally paid off; now he only had to convince his grandmother and parents that they, too, also deserved their place under the sun.

[halcyonkrp]

WHO’S THAT TRAINER ?

coming from daegu, south korea and settling into the haeundae district here in busan as a contest judge, he’s not participating in the league! but don’t underestimate him, can you guess who he is?

                                                                     IT’S HONG JAEYONG !

ADDITIONAL POKEMON

gallade, dragalge, primarina, chandelure, froslass, dragonair, fraxure, lopunny, glaceon, dratini

POKEDEX ENTRY

ralts.

the first ever—caught with the pokeball his father gave him on his seventh birthday. they told him to treat his new friend with love and kindness—and that he did, naming it tosu and giving it his biggest hug. after seven long years, he finally had a pokemon of his very own—after seeing all the friends his parents had, it was a celebrated occasion.

he gave tosu all his attention as they grew alongside each other—it transformed into a kirlia just a few weeks before he turned thirteen. its glow scared him at first, watching its form shift and change right before his eyes—but a small chirp from within the light comforted him.

he hadn’t known much about evolution, having only battled when challenged, but tosu’s new form was dazzling to him. this change made him look up the magic of evolution, wanting so bad to know what more could come in the near future. to little surprise, he found that tosu’s final form would be cloaked in an elegant white dress, much resembling the models he saw in his mother’s fashion magazines. he gasped in awe, pointing at the picture and showing tosu who squealed in delight.

little did he know the little kirlia would one day stumble across a shiny blue stone.

dratini, swablu.

the next two, found nesting in a cave and drinking from a stream respectively. he had felt bad, separating them from their friends, but he soon came to terms with the guilt. they got closer within the next few weeks, dratini now named yongie, and swablu, biko. call it bribery, but he won them over with his homemade poffin recipes. it didn’t take long for him to learn that different pokemon had different tastes—he had always made sweet poffins for tosu, but bitter and dry ones were more to the newcomers’ tastes.

arguably, though, the face biko made when it first bit down on the pink poffin was priceless.

deino, bagon, gible.

he was sixteen now, a gallade, dragonair, and altaria by his side. it was time for him to pick a path in his life, as his father put it, but he had long since settled on a choice. he wanted to train for the league.

it was a simple dream, one that many his age had, but he was determined. two years left before he could participate, two years he used to their full potential. travelling across the province to look for the final members of his team, he found them in nodu, gongi, and eodong.

if you haven’t noticed, he had a real thing for dragon types—he had been enchanted by their majestic forms. what was victory if he didn’t win with a dignified and elegant team?

he trained and battled his way to the top, earning his league pass and all eight badges. the tournament was tough, many contestants playing against his weaknesses, but he prevailed. he was a member of the elite now, but there was still one more fight.

it was that day he learned defeat, learned how strength really felt. his opponent had led a team of many kinds, differing in sizes, types, appearance, and so forth. he looked back at his team and shook his head, refusing to blame them for his lack of foresight. they did their best, and so did he under the circumstances. he was going to learn from this experience, learn more and more about his friends and the ones he had yet to meet.

skrelp, popplio, litwick, snorunt.

his days as a member of the elite four were spent studying, training. he didn’t know where he wanted to go from here—there were too many choices. of course, he still had his duty to attend to, but it wasn’t often enough to occupy his mind. he travelled as much as he could, eyes now open to the beauty of other types he had failed to notice before. suregi, nuri, kyeomi, and kkoma were added to his party soon after, new types and kinds that he had never cared for before. it was a challenge, adapting his styles to most suit his new friends—but it was fun, seeing a whole new side of pokemon he had never seen before.

that was the start of his train of thought: “perhaps i should try more,” he mused. not just battling, but the many other things he could do with pokemon. sports, baking, racing, musicals, breeding…but most importantly, contests.

his mother had been a well-known costume designer for said events, often bringing him along to watch those amazing shows of aestheticism. perhaps that was where he acquired his taste for elegance, but regardless, it stood out to him as the obvious next move. it just so happened that along came a trainer of similar strength to the champion that had struck him down previously. it was no surrender, don’t get him wrong, but he lost gracefully to the challenger. even with his new team, he had been unable to defend against their attacks—it was obvious they had done their research on his team, and he had so much more to learn.

now that the title of elite was off his shoulders, he chose busan as his new home, having been offered a job at judging their contest halls. he had no right to be doing so, with his lack of experience, but they insisted upon hearing of his mother’s legacy. he agreed on the condition that he could still participate in said contests on his days off, and that he was to be judged with unbiased eyes. they agreed to his insistence eventually, granting him a new chance at victory.

[halcyonkrp]

WHO’S THAT TRAINER ?

coming from seoul, south korea and settling into the haeundae district here in busan as a contest judge, she’s here to participate in the league! can you guess who this formidable opponent is?

                                                                                  IT’S SEOL YURI !

POKEDEX ENTRY

by a whisk of moonlight, seol yuri had taken seoul by storm.

in her own right, she had pulled the public’s transfixed gaze into her every movement, capturing their hearts with every single beauty tournament since the tender age of sixteen. not only were her band of pokemon mesmerizing to all (twisting and flickering their way into the judges’ hearts), it became difficult for those in attendance to stop from glancing stage right, where she would stand– proud and magnificent.

rumour has it, her beauty surpassed that of her beloved milotic, a feat not so easily replicated by those with jealous eyes.

she became like a walking whisper. for attention swirled around her so closely as if she was the glittering sand being caressed by the waves. but she grew bored of her comfort, willing for something quite exciting, and exhilaratingly different. so when the invitation to judge in busan’s pokemon contest spectacular landed on her feet, she was finding it very difficult to refuse. seol yuri packed up and left her comfortable city life and found herself overlooking the sea of the south, with a new sort of glint in her eyes.

that was two years ago, and again – the seoul darling looked around her bright lights and made a decision that would put her on an altogether different path. the league season was upon them, and sweet yuri had acquired her first busan league pass.

battles had never been a foreign feat for her band of beautiful darlings, some of which had been captured and raised for the sole purpose of strength, rather than beauty. but the seoul circuit had been fierce for an eighteen-year-old who knew nothing but the delicateness of show contests, and she had failed the challenge even before she could obtain her first badge. however, she was much changed at twenty-five, and after rigorous training spanning close to a decade, there is not much she could do but challenge her old pipe dream.

there is steel underneath her beauty, and her faithful companions have been waiting for far too long.

the only way to go is forward. and up, past the skies and beyond.