Tyrant

Not sure either how long she'd been walking or how far she still had to go, Lyanna decided to take a short rest break when she found herself in a small clearing. Choosing a conveniently clear patch of grass she lowered herself to the ground and sat down, trying her best to keep her dress free of dirt. Though she was no stranger to travel, it had been a long time since she'd walked this distance, and given the exhausting events of the morning, she was really beginning to hope that she was nearly back to civilisat...

Lyanna turned in shock, her thought half-finished, as an ominous rustling started in the trees above her. She was positive that whatever creature was making the noise was something dangerous, and she was unarmed, unprotected and doomed.

((Got family over so I don't have time for more than this, but I swear I'm going somewhere with it and will increase my post rate, eventually, maybe))

 

I sighed. "I'm going downstairs to work on something." I said, walking towards the basement. I was tired from the whole heist, and pretty bummed about my legal guardians being dead. Raiguy followed, still brandishing his rifle. Usually what cheered me up was working with my hands on some sort of new gadget or weapon. This was no exception. One of the good things about living in an abandoned warehouse was you didn't need a permit to make reservations. My dad's Pokemon and him had built several rooms underground using materials he found. We had accommodations for at least a dozen people, and several Pokemon, as well as a workshop for me to carry out all my projects.

I was working on a mounted rail gun that could be fastened to the back of a turtle-like Pokemon such as Torterra, Carracosta, or even, dare I say it, Torkal. It wasn't going too well. Guns were never my strong suit, and I was more accustomed to making gadgets than firearms. Still, I tried my best. My limited knowledge of electromagnets was the only thing I had to go on. I felt as though I'd reached a breakthrough this time, however. By hacking into the computers of the nobles, I was able to steal the incomplete designs for their naval technology and improve on my own, filling in the pieces. The end result looked like a small manually-operated turret, cover and all. It wouldn't look out of place on top of a small tank. The one thing left to add was a power source.

"Raiguy, jump on up here." I said, smirking. As though he knew what my next order was going to be, he charged it with electricity, and fired it at a large wall of bedrock we used for testing guns. Rocks flew everywhere as the ammnunition collided with the wall. A large hole had been blown in it, sending stones flying everywhere. Were I a few meters closer, I would've been killed by debris. Beyond the wall, I found something strange. It was a large room. The walls were lined with wooden cabinets. In the center, there was a laptop. I turned it on. There was only one shortcut on the desktop. It led to a video. It was one of my father speaking.

"Hello there, my friends!" he laughed. I missed his sense of humour greatly. "If you're reading this, it's probably too late for me. It's more likely that I'm dead or out of the country. Knowing this was inevitable, I created this video, then sealing it off so that only members of Team Nighthawk would find it. These cabinets are all full of weapons, stockpiled over time in hopes that one day, we would start a revolution, and we would be able to break free from the tyrant."

I picked the computer up and took it over to one of the cabinets. Inside I found six pistols on a gun rack, and a massive box of amunition.

"And Daniel..." the laptop caught my attension once again. "The last cabinet is locked, and will only open when you put your fingerprints up to the scanner. Son, I love you, and I'm sorry I can't be there for you."

I shed a single tear and walked towards the locked cabinet. I opened it with the scanner. Inside were three things. The first was a small throwing knife. I took it out of its leather sheath. It was only three inches long, but incredibly sharp. I noticed my initials were welded into the blade. "He even got the lightning-bolt in the 'D' right." I chuckled, attaching the sheath to my pants. The second was a pair of black, fingerless gloves with small, hard, bumps on them. These were most likely to amplify the power of a punch to the face. I took off the ones I was wearing exchanged them with these newer ones. "Perfect fit..."

The last item was a photo album. It was full of pictures of me and my family. Between the last two pages something caught my eye. It was a note:
Your mother and sister are alive and in the country. Find them. Never give in. Never surrender.

I stuffed the note in my pocket and sighed with a mixture of relief and joy. But wait... my father died before my mom went missing... how could he know their whereabouts? I didn't pay much attension to it. Holding back tears, I slowly searched each cabinet.

 

Name: Daisuke
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Description:

Daisuke is short being as tall as 5'1, and he has black hair that spikes out towards the top. He has an orange vest on with a white T Shirt underneath and he wears a red scarf around his neck. He is always dragging a large yellow bag around with him and he has a red garment around his waist and he has black baggy pants. He has black shoes and the color of his eyes are a platinum color.



Personality:

Daisuke has a very timid personality and he has always been more of a thinker than a talker. He has talked so little, that he tends to stutter when he expresses opinions and thoughts to others. He has always been in love with cooking and tends to cook as much as possible.

Small Backstory: Daisuke has always grown up with his grandparents due to the killing of his parents a long time ago. A small group from the capital killed them because they wanted to take Daisuke because he holds a strange power within him even he doesn't know about, the power of aura. This power is a source that is unlimited and it can be used to practically power up any kind of device or gadget, but it must be extracted from user through death. As Daisuke grew to about six years old he began to open up a new restaurant, serving amazing dishes at such a young age. His specialty has always been dumplings and noodles but he loved to create new types of food all the time, testing it with his fellow neighbors. One day, when he was at the age of 14, a strange figure creeped into his room and told him about a terrible time about to arise of Aeria. Daisuke was sleeping but heard the words and remembered them ever since. It is now his 15th birthday and decided that he soon wanted to travel to the other islands, perhaps to even learn who killed his parents a long time ago.

Other?: Daisuke's aura can sense other aura and he can create small barriers of aura, but it drains him of energy and stamina. He holds a staryu, torchic,turtwig, and swablu by his side but they have never battled before.

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