Elliot Forrester
Au cours de ses treize années, Elliot n'avait voyagé qu'une seule fois à l'extérieur d'Olivine City et c'était à Goldenrod City. Sa mère l'a pris quelques jours quand il avait dix ans et il en aimait chaque minute. Elliot n'avait jamais été aussi heureux quand il a reçu la lettre du professeur Juniper, sa mère de l'autre côté ne voulait pas qu'il parte en pensant qu'il était trop jeune pour voyager seul. Mais elle ne pouvait pas le convaincre autrement, son esprit était mis à devenir un entraîneur Pokemon.
Elliot était assis à la gare depuis environ une demi-heure sur sa propre fouille dans son sac, en s'assurant qu'il s'était souvenu de tout. Mais la seule chose dont il avait vraiment besoin, c'était le billet de train, qu'il n'avait pas laissé partir depuis deux heures. Alors que le train s'approchait de la gare, Elliot s'installa au bord de la plate-forme avec un gros sourire sur le visage.
Il a sauté dans le train dès que les portes se sont ouvertes, ne pas pouvoir se contrôler. Il ne s'était jamais senti aussi aventureux toute sa vie. À chaque minute, Elliot finit par errer dans le train sans pouvoir rester immobile. Le premier arrêt du voyage en train était Ecruteak City, il a lu qu'il y avait deux tours ici et que certaines personnes croyaient que le légendaire Pokemon y vivait. Beaucoup de personnes sont montées dans le train alors qu'Elliot se déplaçait à explorer, il a remarqué que quelqu'un de seulement quelques années de plus qu'il n'était monté dans le train lui-même aussi. Elliot avait trop peur de lui dire quoi que ce soit de toute façon et a décidé de continuer à errer. Plus tard, quand Elliot passa encore l'adolescence, il dormait.
Name: BRIAR
Pronouns: They/Them
Age: 17


Nickname: Spica
Gender: Female
Ability: Intimidate



Addressed to: Professor Juniper
Greetings.
This letter should have arrived at your doorstep courtesy of my personal assistant, and so the need to introduce myself should be deemed unnecessary.

Then again, even without that simpering fool right there with you, I doubt my name has fled your mind ever since you've seen me on television or heard me on the radio. That's right, Professor. Be honoured, for the one and only BRIAR has chosen you to be the recepient of a handwritten letter. My hordes of fans would kill to be in your position, so do not squander the sensation by letting fools like my assistant and what other sad excuses for applicants you have outshine my words.

Oh? My assistant just informed me that Perdy has also sent you a letter. How quaint. That talentless sap got into the industry due to pure luck. I would bet one of my many, many expensive vehicles that he even had some relatives within. Nepotism is a curse. Unlike me, the great BRIAR whose life is as dramatic and brilliant as a movie. Several, in fact, have been produced detailing my rise to glory. I'm sure you've watched them. Such masterpieces, don't you think? But I digress. I meant to tell you about my rise to glory, which I assume you already know through my aforementioned films. Either way, I grew up at an orphanage, abandoned by foolish, idiotic parents who failed to see the gift thrust upon them by the cosmos. The plebians I shared that roof with were of the nastiest sort and I was determined to rid myself of their grime as soon as possible. At the wee age of three, I began to join singing competitions around Unova, all of which I won. Of course, I did.
Following my eight trophy, I was five then, someone who finally understood I was a star chained to the earth decided to liberate me. I'm sure you know of him. He's my producer, the magnificent Shou Prism. He brought me to the spotlight at the age of seven, after numerous workshops that I didn't really need as I was already flawless. Still, I blew the crowd away, and the rest, as they say, is history. I now have three platinum albums under my belt, four films where I am the lead actress, more awards that I can count, and wealth to rival any in all the regions.
Now, I'm sure you must already be jumping to the opportunity I'm presenting you, but allow me to explain just exactly how I can be of use to you. You seek to inspire people to become Trainers again, yes? Here you have in front of you a very talented, insanely popular, and undoubtedly magnificent woman prepared to offer her services. Give me a Pokemon, let me wander around your region with a camera to show my fans the wonder and joys and whatever of having a Pokemon, and before you know it, you'll have thousands scampering to rid your little laboratory of your critters.
I know what you must be thinking. Oh great BRIAR, how lucky are we that you're willing to do this for us. And for free too. Well, let me just say that I love my fans, and I am willing to sacrifice my designer boots in order to show them what they're missing.