Author's Note:
Greetings everyone! This is my first fanfic in the Pokemon section and I do hope that I do well!
On a side note, I do not own any of these characters. Nintendo does. Or is it Niantic? I'm not too sure. Their personalities are from my opinion and influenced by the Internet.
Profile:
Candela
Personalities:
Sporty and athletic.
The one who's most likely to get out of bed first.
Contrary to popular belief, she's accident prone and makes up stories of her accidents to hide her embarrassment.
She won't back down to a challenge!
How would she solve a problem: Head on!
Her thoughts of her housemates:
"Blanche is a mystery to a lot of people, heck, when I first saw her, I asked the professor, 'what's his name?' Ha ha! That was embarrassing. But Spark and I understand her perfectly! Well... sometimes..."
"Spark doesn't get much love I hear, but Blanche and I love him to death! He's an all-around nice guy and there's something about him that always brightens people's days!"
One time...
"One time on our first meeting, the three of us introduced ourselves to each other. I was first up and I just smiled and confidently introduced who I was because if you're ever going to make a first impression, it's through introducing yourself and letting your presence be known to everyone! Spark immediately shook my hand after I was done and said that his name was Mr. Kraps. I didn't believe it at first, but then he laughed and said that his real name was Spark. I laughed so hard after I got that joke! Blanche was last and boy was she serious! Like, you ever got a sudden chill down your spine by being around someone who you pretty much know looks like he or she's the best? Like, if the Champion of the region, let's say Cynthia, stood in front of you. Wouldn't you be intimidated? 'So this is what being Intimidated by a Gyarados feels like' I said to myself. Blanche stood there, looking very stern and astute with one hand at her chest and the other behind her, and she began by saying 'Greetings and salutations, future colleagues! My name is Blanche and I am one of the leaders chosen by the highly acclaimed professor Willow, who has recently been in charge of this exceptional establishment. I would hope that we would get to know each other's idiosyncratic personalities and-' from the moment she said 'idio-whatever', I knew that I was dealing with a walking thesaurus. A variety of words that had at least six syllables each, left Blanche's mouth, entered our ears, and left before our brains could even process their meaning. Spark and I looked at each other at one point and I knew that neither of us understood what she was saying. A lot of time has passed and it felt like ages! Pretty much the only words I understood at one point were, 'I', 'the', 'if', 'and', and 'to.' 'Do any of you have any inquiries?' Blanche asked when she FINALLY finished. So I raised my hand and Blanche looked like she hoped that nobody would have any questions for her, but she eventually allowed me to speak. I asked if she could say everything again from the beginning with, you know, simpler words. To our surprise, her face grew bright red and she was still as a Sudowoodo! Spark then raised his hand, but before Blanche called him out, he asked what were those papers that she had behind her back. To perfectly paint a better picture, you ever seen a tomato? That's what Blanche's face looked like. She slowly brought out her hand from behind her back, and it was revealed that behind her were some papers with the title 'Introductory Speech - Final Draft.' SHE MEMORISED A SPEECH FOR US! THAT WAS SOOOOO CUTE! Spark and I hugged her to save her from embarrassment, and she kinda cried a bit. When we let her go, she started over again saying, 'H-hi, m-my name is Blanche... Thanks.' She didn't need to say much after that since from that point on, the three of us became close friends."
"One time, it was raining outside, like really hard, as if a family of Politoeds were teaching their younglings how to use Rain Dance... or maybe even a Kyogre appeared. When I got home, I noticed that I was the first one to arrive. I planned to call and check where Blanche and Spark were, but as if right on cue, Blanche came inside with carrying just as much rain on her clothes as I did. Still, I tried to call Spark to tell him to get home immediately because of the weather. I called once, I got nothing. I called a second time, and still nothing. I then asked Blanche to use her cell and try to contact our blonde friend. She quietly pulled out her phone and tried to reach Spark; there was no answer. 'Where did he say he was going today?' I asked Blanche. 'From what I recall, he simply said that he was going out,' Blanche replied. The rain continued to pour and we thought that he was going home soon. We got changed and sat down on the couch facing the TV. The news said that everyone was advised to stay indoors. Footage of roads and highways filled with water were shown and rescue choppers were already being dispatched. Blanche and I grew very concerned. One hour has passed and the rain didn't stop. I looked at Blanche and she knew what I was thinking as if the few days we've spent together have magically given us telepathy. 'I'll go get my Blastoise. I'll cover the flooded roads. You take the skies.' We got suited up and left the house in search for Spark. Blanche was surfing through the water while my Pidgeot and I flew above to cover as much ground as we possibly can. WE LOOKED EVERYWHERE! From cafés, to playgrounds, and even the library! (not that Spark was an avid reader, Blanche just thought that we might as well check if he was there since it was nearby). 'Any luck?' Blanche asked though my phone. She was able to help some civilians out of the torrential waters, but Spark was still nowhere to be found. 'Nothing here,' I replied while I delivered a family safely to higher ground. Eventually, it grew darker and we both went home. Reports were out that someone got a couple of Abras to use Sunny Day to prevent any further damage to the town, and that it self was a relief to our shoulders, but they still stayed heavy because we didn't find Spark. To our surprise, Spark was home! Drenched in the rain, but he was home! Blanche and I cried out his name and immediately went to his side. I don't remember if tears were in our eyes or if it was the rain. When we asked where the hell he has been, we noticed that he was holding his jacket and it was moving! 'Saw these guys stranded with no owner under a tree,' he said, 'thought that our home was better than that tree.' Three Eevee heads popped out of his jacket and our hearts melted. And that's how we got out Eevees."
Profile:
Blanche
Personalities:
Cool, Calm, and Collected.
The one who's most likely to go to bed last.
Contrary to popular belief, she's a tad bit shy. She looks very stern when meeting new people, but she's actually very nervous (and stutters).
She will not rest until she finds answers.
How would she solve a problem: By asking the right questions and utilising the best tools for the job.
Her opinions of her housemates:
"Candela is the most energetic person I have ever seen. I can tolerate her occasional outbursts from time to time, but there are limits. She sometimes invites me to participate in her games or outdoor activities, but I attend only a few since I have my research to work on. However, the frequent invitation is very... touching."
"Spark has the most ridiculous smile I've ever seen and the most ridiculous name I have ever heard. I mean, seriously,who names their child after a pokemon move?! He tends to laze around, but he's the most affectionate of us all.
One time...
"One time, I was reading the news regarding the Diglett migration patterns and Candela came home from her jog with a bruise on her head. Spark and I weren't surprised since she's usually so dedicated to her workout that accidents do frequently happen. I got the first-aid and Spark prepared an ice pack. She rested on the couch and I applied some ointment to her forehead. Upon closer inspection, the bruise was indeed rather large; it was about the size of a fist. 'Did you get in a fight?' I asked. 'Uh, yeah, yeah! That's what happened!' Candela said with a smile. 'Who is he? Someone we know' Spark asked with a mischievous grin. Candela then told us that when she went jogging, she saw a wild Hitmonchan fighting civilians. She then said that she rushed in to defend them, and as she told people to run for cover, their eyes locked. The Hitmonchan did, and I quote, 'a flurry of Mach Punches' straight towards her, and with, I quote once more, 'the skills of a MaCHAMP', she dodged most of them except for one. It hit her right in the forehead and she collapsed. As the Hitmonchan stood in victory, she slowly got up, wiped some blood of her lips and taunted the wild Pokemon shouting, "that punch was nothing!" Enraged, the Hitmonchan threw a Fire Punch at her, but she prepared herself and the moment the Pokemon threw his punch, she dodged it, grabbed his arm, and used the forward momentum to throw him to the lake. 'Wow, that was an awesome tale Candela! You're a hero!' Spark said as he placed the ice pack on her head. 'Fly like a Butterfree and sting like a Beedrill,' she insisted, 'I can see the headlines now! Candela! Hero of the Town! Totally worth the five minutes of fighting.' I grinned, and I got the remote to the TV and switched it to the news. 'Candela,' I said, 'did you know that a Hitmonchan needs three minutes after every fight to rest?' I then saw the smile on her face begin to fade away. The news came on and the reporter said, 'This is Channel 7 News. Following our documentary regarding the Diglett migration, authorities are now setting up signs around town to warn people that Diglett can suddenly pop out of nowhere. Here is a footage of a jogger who inspired the local authorities on this idea.'The image then changed into a video of a person about Candela's height who was jogging... until a group of Digletts suddenly popped up and caused her to trip and resulted in her bumping headfirst into another Diglett. The clip of her falling on her face then looped over and over again. Spark and I turned to face Candela and she looked like she was about to die out of embarrassment. Candela then got up, and ran straight to her room yelling, 'I'M NEVER LEAVING MY ROOM!' That was probably one of the most memorable events I can think of that the three of us shared."
"One time, I had the most disastrous day. I woke up late for work, ME of all people. I skipped breakfast in hopes to reach the lab in time, but it wasn't enough. I spilled some tea on my research notes. I was so overwhelmed with work that I also completely forgot my promise to Candela regarding our jog in the park. I looked at the clock and there was no possible way I could meet with her at the park in time. So I called her on her phone, but then I realised that is was completely drained of power! So I had to use the landline to contact her, and I heard her shouting through the phone 'WHERE ARE YOU?!' Honestly, she had the right to be mad; I mean, I did forget. So I apologised, and went back to work. For some reason, by office computer didn't start. It was then reported that there was an internal hardware problem and that the technician will be able to fix it in the next three days. Eventually, I was given the day off, which was fine with me since I had to recover and rewrite the research reports I've damaged. Unfortunately, it suddenly rained when I got out of the lab. So when I got home that afternoon, I was tired, hungry, and drenched. I wanted to make something for lunch, but all that was left in the refrigerator and cupboard was a carton of milk and a box of cereal. 'Oh yeah, Spark's handling the groceries,' I recalled. So I ate my 'lunch' and then proceeded to my room to work on my reports. I got changed into new clothes and sat down next to my computer and did my research. Due to all the stress accumulated that day, I suddenly developed a massive headache. I knew that I could not work in those conditions so I decided to take a nap instead. Sadly, it took me a long period of time for me to fall asleep. I wanted to sleep for thirty minutes, but I was woken up by Spark coming home shouting 'ONE TRIP ONLYYYY!' and then I heard a loud thud on the floor, and possibly a few cracked eggs. 'NOOOO NOT THE EGGS!' I couldn't be bothered to get out of my bed, especially not with my head hurting. I eventually attempted to go back to sleep. When I woke up, time changed from the afternoon to evening, and I was so shocked with the amount of time I wasted! There was so much work to do, and now there's even less time to do them! 'YO BLANCHE,' I heard Candela said as she knocked on my door, 'time to eat.' I got up and went down to eat with my friends. I don't know how I looked, but it was pretty obvious to Spark and Candela that I was not having the best of days. Candela asked if I wanted to talk about it but I refused. After the meal, I went back up to my room and stared at my stacks of paperwork that was surrounding my computer. I gave a big sigh of defeat, but I still had a job to do. An hour into my work, I heard a knock on my door, and it was Spark. Spark asked me if I had any spare paper, and I was so swamped with work that I just tossed him a stack of used research drafts at him without a word. Hours later, he came back with a box filled with folded paper stars he made himself saying, 'Candela and I made these. Well, she folded the papers, but I wrote the messages. Open these whenever you feel stressed.' To my surprise, each individual star had my old notes at the back and a small motivational message from Spark saying things like, "You can do it!" with a smiley face. I was suddenly filled with immense amounts of comfort and solace, and so I thanked him and told him to thank Candela as well. He then closed the door and I went back to work rejuvenated. The stars were really a charming idea, however, some had no messages at all and I found a lot of spelling errors! Hm? How did I know that? W-well... I-I uh, um... I've gone through half the box already during that week alone due to the amount of stress built up in my work.
Profile:
Spark
Personalities:
He's the best at doing what he does best: being Spark
The one who does the unexpected
Contrary to popular belief, he doesn't appreciate being called a "memelord," but carries the title that everyone gave him to make other people happy.
Would probably collect them all faster than the other two.
How would he solve a problem: By asking others for help. "Blanche! Candela! Get the plunger quick!"
His opinions of his housemates:
Candela is the kind of girl who you know is a bro. From morning to evening, no matter where you are, if you call or message her asking if she's down to do something, she will pick it up and say, "I'm on the way!"
Blanche is... how do I say this... She's an introverted extrovert? Extroverted introvert? I'm not really sure. She may not like to talk a lot, but once you ask about something she's REALLY into, be prepared to hear her voice nonstop.
One time...
One time, Candela injured her leg and was unable to do much by herself since her leg hurt, and she kind of limped around. She's not exactly the type of girl who would prefer to sit still you know? She was really bummed out and Blanche and I tried to find out what was bothering her. We asked her, but she refused to cooperate and hid underneath her sheets. We decided to do what we can to cheer her up. So I thought that since she was stuck in her room, we might as well cook something for her and eat with her 'cause nobody wants to eat alone. So me and Blanche- waitaminute sorry, Blanche and I (yeah, I learned a thing or two from her), cooked a HUGE steak with roasted garlic potatoes and a tub of ice cream for dessert. We brought the food upstairs and we kind of barged into Candela's room while she was watching TV. The both of us set up a tray and placed it on Candela's lap while we both grabbed a chair and ate. You should have seen Candela's face man! She was ecstatic! I mean, I would too if I saw that juicy steak! The three of us chowed down and after a while, Candela started to cry a bit and Blanche and I wondered what happened. 'You guys are the best,' she said as she ate another bite. I winked an Blanche and signalled that we did a good job. When it was dessert time, we just gave the tub to Candela. We told her to eat responsibly, and Candela started crying again. 'I HATE YOU TWO!' she yelled at us. Sheesh, she suddenly got really man. I mean, you'd think that she would at least be grateful for us. She then got a spoon and chomped on a big scoop of ice cream and said, 'I'm going to get fat thanks to you two, and I can't burn it all with this stupid leg!' The two us us 'hated' individuals laughed. We asked if she would rather eat some healthier food like a salad but she declined and gave us a list of food that she would like to eat in the future until her leg got better. When her leg did get better, I heard that she did a lot of push ups, sit ups and ran a lot for ten days to burn the 'unimaginable amounts of fat' she's accumulated. So Candela pretty much loves food, but is VERY concerned for her figure."
One time, I wanted to do something relaxing with the other two. I mean, we've been busy handling memberships and gyms that we haven't been ourselves lately. Blanche ACTUALLY got to bed early. THAT'S how tired she was. Candela was even worse since she was practically running on caffine. I swear that it took her a full thirty seconds for her to BLINK. So one day, I decided to buy one of those karaoke things for our house! I'm usually home first so I got everything set up by the time the girls arrived. When they did arrive, Blanche was exhausted and carried a briefcase of files that she probably needed to read and was due tomorrow while Candela heated up some water and fell face first onto the couch while waiting for the water to boil. Oh, and did I mention that this was a surprise? I made sure that the lights were off and that the house was pretty much dark. When Blanche turned on the lights, I yelled out, 'Ladies! Feast your eyes on the Hyper Voice karaoke machine!' Ha ha ha! Those two have never looked so surprised! 'Let us sing all night long and maybe we can Heart Swap our worries with cheer! Who's up for it?' I asked. As expected, Blanche declined, but Candela got up and shouted 'WOOOOOO AWW RIGHT!' Blanche went up to her room, and I was pretty sad that Blanche wasn't going to join us. So after Candela drank her coffee, we decided to go get Blanche. We got to her room and we saw Blanche organising her files and stacks of paper and she had that face- that LOOK- that Candela and I knew very well that she did not want to be disturbed. So yeah, we disturbed her. She got so mad! You shoulda... should have... should... oh man who am I kidding? That was the WORST decision the two us ever made! You should NEVER, and I mean, NEVER EVER see Blanche mad. After we got an entire sermon by our angry housemate regarding irresponsibility, the two of us confessed that we wanted to help her finish her work faster so that we can have fun with the karaoke machine. Blanche sighed, and she turned her back on us in disappointment. In defeat, Candela and I slowly walked out of her room, and the two of us felt like we shouldn't even use the machine that night. That was until we heard Blanche mumble 'en mints'. We didn't hear her correctly, but then she herself clarified by saying, 'I'll be down in ten minutes.' And just like that, the karaoke night lived on! True enough, we found Blanche down in the couch with us in ten minutes and we dimmed the lights and started singing. I. Am. A. HORRIBLE. Singer. But hey, I can do a sweet dab am I right? Candela was pretty good, but Blanche was an ANGEL! I tell you, if there's one thing you have to do before you die, it's hear her sing! Her voice can make even soothe the most stubborn of Shelders leave a Slowbro's tail and change back into a Slowpoke! If... that's how evolution worked... I'll ask Blanche someday. Tl;dr, piss her off, you get the devil. Somehow, someway get her to sing, and you'll be listening to an angel!
Profile:
Prof. Willow
Personalities:
He's the newest professor and loves to joke around (be it good or bad).
He's the one who owns the house.
Contrary to popular belief, he doesn't know everything. "A professor does not know everything. He strives to know as much as he can to the best of his ability."
Acts like the dad, unlike most Pokemon games where Mom's the only one home.
How would he solve a problem: With a joke or two. Or by getting ten year olds to go on a journey to solve it.
Profile:
Alissa
Personalities:
She's the manager/waitress/bartender/etc. of the local RNB restaurant.
She's the one who greets everyone with a smile.
Contrary to popular belief, she originally wanted to be a nurse or a police officer, but she didn't have the certain... qualities... that the job required.
She hums whenever she's happy.
How would she solve a problem: Though working together with her Pokémon!
Story will revolve around the leaders as they Tackle and Take Down the many challenges that arise.
From the beginning of their reveal to the end, they will not rest until they help meet the expectations of their loyal members! Unfortunately, since they don't want to disappoint them, they would rather keep their personal lives, and the fact that they all live together, a secret. Follows the story of the updates and stories I make up.
Thank you very much for reading! This is more of the character's profiles than a story itself. I might include more "One time..." pieces in the future in the event that I get writer's block. Feedback would be very much appreciated! Thanks again!
On a side note, is there a Pokemon Go section, or do I just keep posting here in the Pokemon section?