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Pokémon!

In this world a vast variety of creatures of all shapes and sizes roam the land, sea, and skies. While born into it initially savage, through their quick thinking, advanced development, and a lot of trial and error born through countless wars and untold amounts of bloodshed far too graphic to possibly be documented here, they would eventually become a shining beacon of progress. Their mutual efforts would help change their world into what it is today, one not too different from our own…Only you know, with less fleshy human creatures, which all around seemed to be a net positive.

Not only that, these creatures proved themselves to be quite resourceful by nature; absolutely brimming with potential, to a point it was practically oozing out of them (and in some cases, it literally was). Some could twirl hurricanes through the air, dancing across the winds and creating a canvas of destruction in their wake. Others could breathe or even bleed fire, burning as passionately as the sun itself. And others were bugs, which y'know, was cool too- just not fire breathing dragon level cool.

Using their natural born gifts, they developed many wonderful things; cities to live in, maps useful for long travel, delicious foods that no longer required the ruthless slaughter of their comrades, capitalism- okay, they can't all be winners. Nonetheless, the world was not as it was; it was far beyond anything anyone could have ever expected.

And standing at the center of it all, the ones responsible for keeping things running as smoothly as they are- the Champion's Council. The governing heads of the various regions; the people's "champions", so to speak, thus the rather on-the-nose name. And like all champions, they weren't decided through democracy, or skill, or any sort of reasonable denotation of one's political capabilities- it was decided through combat!

Though eventually that maybe, sorta, kinda…Stopped working. After a few decades of trial by conquest, thunderdome squabbling, and of course the occasional online bullying, there really didn't seem to be many left who could truly challenge the status quo. In all reality, things had become…Dreadfully basic. The leaders of this world now stood unopposed. Which would be fine and dandy, especially if they're doing a good job-

If not for the fact one of them wanted to quit.

Thunderous footsteps clambered down the slick metal halls of the Pokémon League, each plop of gushing weight crashing against the floor, leaving dents that'd never quite get buffed out. The heaving, heavy form of a poor Lickilicky was gushing with sweat, his sloppily loose tie waving about in air. Yet in spite of his exhaustion and palpitating heart, he pressed on, for the latest news had made waves through the building in such a way that any time lost could very well be crucial.

A fact that only became all the more frustrating when he found the final corner to turn, dashing down the final strip- and toward the immovable force at the end of it. A steel door strapped shut by two twisting ends; there was no doorknob, only a keypad- a four-digit code was all that was between him and potential salvation.

Juggling his weight in place on his shimmying feet, he whispered coarsely, "C'mon, c'mon," as he dialed in the codes. He wracked his mind as hard as he could, trying to remember the accursed thing, to no avail! And when in doubt- press all the buttons! Within mere seconds he was practically decking the poor screen over and over again in its nonexistent face, the keys bulging out of socket and splintering off every which way.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!" The wailing, rotund ball of pink sputtered uselessly- before newfound dedication and courage surged through his veins and allowed him to speak candidly, "fuck it."

As he then proceeded to wallop his entire mass against the steel entrance, all three hundred pounds of lardish folds pummeling so thoroughly against the door that it proved helpless against his sheer fat.

The door was launched off its hinges, flying deep within the inner walls of the room- but Lickilicky didn't have time to think of such a thing, more pressing matters were in order, as he galloped inside-

Revealing the serviced crowds within were all at very much a similar level of panic and stress. It was a madhouse. Papers were flying, desks were turned over, telephones were ringing, people were screaming, files…Were unfiled! Madness, madness they'd say- but it was true!

Within mere hours, the Pokémon League, the region's shining staple of ingenuity and progress, had been turned inside out.

Lickilicky ran by his distressed co-workers, trying to ignore their faces and their own little melodrama- but it was hard not to notice their own paranoia.

A Komala, against their characteristic nature, not relaxing but rather anxiously doing paperwork as fast as possible, a phone wrapped around both ears as they said, "Yes, I understand, please hold," and they turned off one only to literally slap it away to replace with a new one which just as quickly- "I know, sir, please hold!" He could see them on the verge of screaming.

A Zangoose and Seviper crying at their desk, literally intertwined with each other, repeatedly punching each other in the face (or headbutting in the snake's case) as tears rolled down their face. "Fuck you," they screamed over and over- which was silenced as he watched them begin to make out during the assault, falling beneath their desk to do God knows what.

And then there came the Spidops- who actually seemed fine. His desk was clean and he was wearing a casual smile, saying into his cellphone, "Uh huh…Interesting sweetie…Yeah, I'll be home in a bit," only to add, "oh, by the way, the government's collapsing- love ya!" He then hung up, laid his head on his desk while he grabbed his printer- then dropped it as it hovered over his head.

Looking away to not see the aftermath, Lickilicky refocused his mind, running even faster and barreling into the next room, his body smashing through the door as he called out, "I have your papers-"

His face fell- the council's room was normal; twelve of the nation's top elite gathered around a table; a Rampardos, a Bellossom, a Medicham, a Gyarados (or more accurately, a computer facetiming him), an Oricorio (sensu-styled), a Bastiodon, a Glaceon, a Manectric, a Yanmega, a Mudsdale, a Houndoom, and a Beheeyem.

They weren't in a panic- there wasn't even a mess. They were just sitting there, menacingly. Staring him in the face.

"...yes, thank you," Beheeyem groaned, tapping his face with a pen, waving the licking mon in and saying, "just…place it on the table."

"W-wha- yeah, you got it!" The pink blob slipped right in as fast as he could, placing it on the table and just as quickly flinging himself out, slamming the door shut behind him.

It was quiet again, the room's only sound coming from a clock strapped to a wall- that was subsequently vaporized by an unexpected inferno of flames.

"Really?" asked Bellossom.

Houndoom, flames still rising up through his maw, slumped back into his seat with a hushed, "it was getting on my nerves."

"Focus, people; we have quite enough of a problem on our hands already without squabbling between us," Beheeyem voiced, his relaxed posture not allowing him the chance to betray his emotions. "Right now, we need solutions."

"Solutions? Boy, we need a lot more than solutions," Bastiodon barked out openly, his old age withering him to the niceties expected in such a room, "this whole gosh darn thing is real unprecedented, I tell you h'what; the fact we're even allowing her to do this is beyond me."

"Dude…She wants to retire," Yanmega said as if it were the most simple thing in the world, like there wasn't an office just outside the room literally tearing itself apart, "we can't exactly hold her hostage here."

"Says who?"

"No, Yanmega's right; we're more civilized than that," Oricorio seconded, fanning herself with her wing. "If the poor girl is sick of this than she may leave; she's still young, she can live it free."

"While the rest of us clean up the mess?" Rampardos whispered under his breath.

"I know we're all under stress, but we need to keep our heads above the waves here," Beheeyem declared again, "we are all that stands between our people and complete civil unrest. No matter how unprecedented this all may be, we are professionals; it's our job to solve problems like this."

"Yeah, we can do this!" screamed the laptop, Gyarados' voice audibly peaking through his mic as everyone in the room flinched in dismay.

"I hate Zoom," whispered Glaceon, Medicham nodding in pain.

"While I appreciate the theatrics, the real problem still requires direct acknowledgement, gentlemen," Mudsdale neighed out, standing up tall for all to see as she stated the fact on their minds, "miss Garchomp is the first champion to never be formally battled out of office, not just within Sinnoh, but potentially the world at large. This is a monumental occasion. A champion has never willingly left their position of power before."

After a spout of silence, Medicham asked naively, "Why don't we just stage something? Have one of us say we beat her in a fight and just kinda…Pretend none of this happened?"

"Yes, cause people would totally buy any of us beating her," Houndoom snickered, his tail nudging at the man beside him as he flashed that obnoxious sneer, "the only one who ever stood a chance was Manny here, and he got stomped and dumped-"

A chomp made the dog's voice whimper. Manectric had just bitten down onto the wavering tail, as he sounded through clenched teeth, "Houndoom. Stop talking." When he got the nod he was looking for, Manectric let go, as Houndoom pulled his tail back.

"Boy's got a point, though," Bastiodon nodded along, turning his rather large head over to Beheeyem and adding, "Hell, you're the only one stronger than him in here, and I wouldn't even call you on par."

Beheeyem flinched at those words, his fist momentarily clenching in defiance before relaxing into a more reserved form. But the steel fossil had a point; everyone in here did.

The Council of Sinnoh was made up of the region's top brass; the ruling elite who managed the government. Each was stationed in and personally led their own cities and occasionally the neighboring towns and surrounding areas if necessary. Unlike champions, the only way they could lose their position was to step down from it, meaning they'd regularly take on challenges; this led to them even gaining a nickname, gym leaders, from the people, hailed as true tests of one's vigor. Since each of them was only ever one seat of the greater higher-ups, one of them retiring was never too much of an issue.

What was slightly more of an issue was the elite among the leaders; best known as the Elite Four. They served as the champion's personal guard and closest allies; when the champion was preoccupied, they were who people turned to, and if anyone opposed the champion, they'd have to beat them first to even have the opportunity, and even before that you'd have to prove your moxie by beating the other leaders as well; such a massive challenge, the League Run as it'd come to be known, was enough to keep the weakest opposition at bay, ensuring the nation could never be run by a braggart fool with more bark than bite. Losing one of Elite Four could be an issue, but usually a gym leader would take the open spot.

Losing a champion, though…That was a whole other thing. That'd usually mean a massive shift in power, one that could potentially completely reshape the government at large. Trial by combat was one of those traditions that had ensured the strongest led the nation; someone the people could look to and feel protected. It wasn't a perfect system, and nobody pretended it was, but if you opposed one's rule and had the skills to prove you could do better, you always had the opportunity. And while it could be a massive change, the system in place had always made sure the political landscape was never biased, and there'd be adequate shifts in power every few years. After all, nobody was ever truly the strongest, right?

But this latest champion, the reigning lead of the last eight years…They had proven different.

Garchomp, who some remarked as the queen of Sinnoh, was unmatched in skill. She had utterly swept the gym leaders and elite four of her time with ease, knocking the champion of her time out of power while barely breaking a sweat. And she had proven herself a good leader- no…A great one. Perhaps the greatest Sinnoh had ever seen. Through her, the region has seen unparalleled peace and prosperity. And while there were naysayers, some even good enough to meet her in combat- none had ever so much as truly threatened her. She'd never lost a fight. Never been threatened with being overthrown.

So one could see a problem…When she chose to step down herself. After such a long rule, she had made the conscious decision to just…Leave her post. No fight needed. And while there was no rule against resigning…This meant something horrible. Something truly, genuinely unbelievable. Something they had never accounted for because who makes backup plans?!

There was no planned successor…And uh…Yeah the league had taken that about as well as one possibly could. It'd be sorta like the principal of a school just kinda saying, "peace" and dipping out to…Wherever the Hell teachers go in their off time (they don't have lives), and just kinda leaving the school to fend for itself. Naturally, that couldn't fucking work, and it sure as Hell wasn't much better when scaled up to the entire regional government!

Thus…The problem at hand.

Medicham eventually said what many of them were thinking, "Guys…I think we're screwed."

"Language," Mudsdale interjected, but nodded, "she is right, though."

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?"

Her voice caused the whole room to stand up from their seats, their backs going straight and forms at attention as they twisted their whole bodies to face the front of the room.

Beheeyem in particular looked the most surprised at the sudden appearance of- "G-Garchomp."

Her giggle, against the intent of easing him, only managed to tense up more. "At ease, Beheeyem."

"Well, well- you got a lot of nerve, missy, to just come strutting in here like you are," Bastiodon spat with his southern "charm", the breathing bulldozer centering a scowl so harsh it'd make a Glalie blush (and considering some of the other gym leader's knowledge his nightlife, it wouldn't be surprising to learn that comparison wasn't as exaggerated as one would think).

However, maintaining her calm professionalism, Garchomp stepped further inside and nodded at the disgruntled man. "Good morning to you too, Bastiodon." He huffed in response, turning away to show his disrespect.

"Uh…Garchomp, don't get me wrong, I don't mind you're here, but…" Glaceon began, trying to cut through and acknowledge the tension, "I thought you retired."

"I haven't retired, I merely announced my plans to; there is a difference," she answered formally.

"Coulda fooled us with how the office is reacting," Yanmega chuckled, his nerves still shining through his apparent attempt at relieving tension.

"Yes, it does seem our staff may have reacted…Poorly," Garchomp acknowledged, shaking her head, "I take full responsibility for that; perhaps I could have chosen my words better." However, just as quick as she was to admit fault, she was swift to reaffirm her own position. "However, it'd be just as undue to not announce my intent; my leadership has been exemplified through my honesty, and I wasn't about to keep my plans of stepping down a secret."

"I understand perfectly," Beheeyem nodded, though quickly added, "but I do wish you could have informed us first."

"Had I done that, you'd have tried to talk me out of it or attempted damage control to keep my words a secret from the public," Garchomp doubled down, "I know our tricks too well, and just as much, I know how to avoid them. There's no talking me out of this, there's no convincing the region otherwise either."

"Simply put; things are as they are now. So instead of any attempts to silence the truth, we'll focus on reality."

Beheeyem and his fellow elite couldn't help but feel Garchomp's iron fist reign down onto their efforts, and hard; while a fair leader, Garchomp had proven time and time again to have zero patience for the political conflicts within her region. She deemed them childish, pathetic even. She wasted no time on silencing her opposition, she'd rather prove them wrong through ability. And more than that, she'd certainly never allow one to have any control over her actions if she felt it'd be at the expense of public interest.

Garchomp led by example and to strengthen Sinnoh as a whole; her people would always take priority. And anyone, or anything, that dared to suppress their interests would be stamped out, as she had just done. And most of those in the room knew her words rang true, no matter how they'd attempt to deny them. She knew them too well, and their tactics even better.

"...As you wish," Beheeyem nodded in acceptance, taking his seat, with the others following in tow. He knew he wouldn't win this battle, so he wouldn't even try. Once again, Garchomp had taken control of a situation strained with unrest.

Garchomp offered the false alien a smile, then took her place at the front of the table. "Good. Now then, I have a solution regarding my successor."

"Wait- what?! You do?!" Rampardos jumped in disbelief- and it was hard to blame him. The rest of the table was equally as stunned.

"Well lay it on us, woman!" Bastiodon roared out impatiently.

"Everyone," Garchomp gestured to the door, watching it open with a soft smile as she announced the arrival of- "Professor Empoleon!"

Sure enough, stepping through the door came a respectable man adorned in an unbuttoned coat and a cigar hanging from his beak. He was the leading regional professor and the then current ambassador of scientific interest, Empoleon.

Born scrawnier than most as a Piplup, throughout much of his life, the poor man struggled to keep up with his peers on any sort of physical level. He was biologically incapable, with shaking bones and perpetually struggling lungs (which his later investment in smoking did little to help). What he did manage to prevail in was his studies; he managed to fairly easily top his classes and excel in his education. And wouldn't you know it, these days he's believed to be among the most brilliant minds on the planet.

"Good day to you lot," he spoke distinctly, his rough, raspy breath of a voice sounding like the type that'd make you instinctively reach for a glass of water, "let's get to business. No time to waste."

"Wait, are we just cool with him being in here-" Yanmega started to ask- only to yelp helplessly when the professor turned a glare on him.

Clearing his voice, Empoleon slapped his briefcase onto the table. He shuffled his fins through whatever was inside, and after a moment, revealed a stack of papers. Placing them down, he flipped them forward, each individual paper sliding just in front of each of the leaders. Confused, they turned their attention toward the headline at the top.

The Champion Selection Protocol.

"…Sorry, what am I looking at?" Medicham asked openly.

"What you're looking at is the CSP; also known as the original way champions were selected," Empoleon answered.

"What is he talking about?" Rampardos asked as well, just as confused, though it seemed realization had sprung onto the faces of some of the older folks in the room like Bastiodon, Gyarados, and Mudsdale.

"Prior to the system as we have it now, regions were not governed primarily by one force, but rather by a table, such as what we have now," Empoleon began to explain, "however, as matters would lead into more and more ties, disagreements, and the such, a problem was proven as fact; nothing was getting done. There needed to be a singular entity who could break up any indecision and give us results. Thus, the need for a champion."

"And so, to find the people's champion, one who knew the interests of the greater people of their region, each member of the council elected to choose a champion of their own." Empoleon proceeded to reveal from his briefcase a thin board, and began placing pieces onto it; specifically, eighteen pawns from a chess game. "Once they were all selected, they were gathered into a starting location, and were made to undergo various tests of their capabilities."

He began to pluck the pieces away and place them back into the case, "One by one, they'd be eliminated from the running based on their failure to keep up. One by one, we grew closer and closer to a true outcome, until finally-"

As he plucked away the penultimate piece, only one was left standing; the sole pawn on the bored, which he then replaced with a king piece, "We had found our champion."

"Dramatic…" Gyarados whispered from his monitor…Which again, on account of it being facetime, wasn't actually quiet at all.

"So wait, the way we're deciding our champion is through a contest?" Manectric asked in disbelief. "You can't be serious."

"I am very serious," Empoleon affirmed, "this test has proven itself to work; the first crop of champions were nearly on level with miss Garchomp, only eventually getting overwhelmed as a result of age catching up with them. I truly think if we wish to find our best possible candidate…Well, this feels like the right place to start."

"And if you ask me…I trust Empoleon." Garchomp stated. And like that, with her word, it seems a decision had been met.

"So, what do you ask us to do?" Beheeyem asked. He had no will to fight for another answer anymore; through his doubts, he still trusted Garchomp, his friend. And his eyes, she had found a means to ensure their future. If she was sure, then he was too.

Garchomp smiled at her psychic friend, and looked over the table. "The twelve of you, plus Empoleon, and a handful of other trusted heads within our region, will have exactly one month to carefully select a champion of your choosing. They could be from Sinnoh, or another region; it doesn't matter. If you believe they have what it takes to lead, then they should be up to the task regardless."

She leaned in, her pride in her council shimmering brightly, as she quickly added, "I have placed my trust, the future of my home, in your hands. I know you'll make me proud."

Confidence slowly returned to the surrounding table. They looked over their papers, and thoughts quickly began to travel through their heads at incredible speeds. Some had found their personal answers immediately, others would have to think about it. But through all of them, they had found resolve, a means to secure their jobs, their friends and family's futures, and the region's destiny. And so, they turned to stare Garchomp in the eye, ready for anything.

"Now, off with all of you," she laughed, "I'm sure you all have plenty of work ahead of you."

And so, the council poured out the door (or in the case of Gyarados, they just sorta turned off the computer with his face on it). Within a minute, they were all gone, Beheeyem being the last one to leave, as he turned back to Garchomp with a pleasant expression, one of renewed faith.

"I should have known you'd have something up your sleeve," he said.

"I always do," she said back.

The two stared at each other a moment longer, before he took his leave as well. The only ones left in the room were the champion herself, and Empoleon, who was putting his stuff away.

"You know, I was quite shocked myself when I heard your plans," he voiced, his natural gruffness making him come across as far more rough and tumble than he likely intended, "are you sure you wish to go through with this. If you alert the media immediately, you'd have time."

"Like I told them, I've made my decision, Empoleon," she answered, her clawed hand grazing along the top of the table in somber remembrance; this whole affair appeared far more bittersweet for her than she'd let show previously, "with what I've learned of myself, my past…It'd feel unwise to possibly continue any further. It just wouldn't feel right. I know my people deserve better."

"Their actions do not speak for you or your worth, Garchomp," he told her, placing a flipper on her shoulder.

"And yet their actions have rang in my ears regardless ever since I learned the truth," she whispered back, bringing her own hand up and gripping onto his flipper.

They stood there a moment, their mutual silence saying all that needed to be said. Not long after, Empoleon pulled away, no matter how much Garchomp didn't want him to, as he made his way to the door. "Now then, I'll be off if you no longer need me."

He made his way to the door- only to stop at a thought. He turned back to her to ask, "Out of curiosity, you don't believe any of them will make this into a bigger thing than it needs to be, right?"

Garchomp couldn't help but laugh at such a thought, "Oh, of course not. Surely they all realize this should be kept a private affair…"

"...Unless…Oh no-"

"And it's gonna be this huge thing! A total showstopper, I'm telling you- like, next biggest thing ever!" Gyarados screamed into his little computer, his absolute gargantuan size dwarfing the tiny laptop, not that he seemed to mind.

"Okay, calm down big guy!" The voice said on the other end. "I can hear you loud and clear. Now, just to confirm…This is going down when?"

"One month from now," the massive fish monster laughed, his optimism absolutely gushing out the seems, "its gonna be sweet!"

"Interesting…Hey, I'll be back, just gonna…Get in contact with some people."

"Yeah, yeah," he continued to laugh…Then realized what just got said, "...Wait what's that mean-" the contact abruptly hung up the call, the facetime going blank, "hello? Hello?!"

Another contact popped up onscreen. It was Garchomp. It auto-answered after a few moments, as she asked, "Gyarados…Just to make sure, you know this is going to be a private matter, right?"

Gyarados' whole body quickly paled into a horrid white color, his wide eyes revealing pupils the size of peas as he realized his mindless gushing about something work-related may have just done something very, very bad.

"...Uh…About that."

Garchomp stared at her computer in silence as she watched a news article sprout up about the latest news regarding her champion status; about the upcoming contest. She had no words, only disappointment.

"Sorry," Gyarados' voice whispered from the other end as she sighed.

"It's fine...It's fine..." she said, narrowing her eyes as she whispered, "looks like I have some calls to make...Now that everyone knows, it can't be dealt with internally, which...Maybe is for the best anyway."

"What're you gonna do?" She heard him ask.

"I'm gonna do what I'm good at," Garchomp responded, bringing up her email as she quickly got to typing, "find the right words, make some deals...And ensure everyone knows not only our side of this story, but that nobody will be able to twist this against us."

Garchomp was a woman of the people; a representative for all who lived in Sinnoh. And though her time may be nearing an end, until that comes, she will do what she can to ensure her people's future. To make sure they have nothing to worry about.

She's doing this for them...She can only hope they'll see that too.

Pokémon Journey: Sinnohan Shenanigans

Heyo; name's Citrus (obviously not really). And uh...Welcome to my story, I guess. This seems to be a thing I'm doing.

So as one of those lucky (or unlucky if you consider how often the fans tend to get jerked around) people who got to watch Total Drama Island the night in premiered, I've been a fan of the show for a while. Dare I say potentially too long. I've stuck with the series through thick and thin, good and bad (Pahkitew was truly...something). And since the show got rebooted and is apparently airing in October (though let's be real, we've all seen it already), I thought, "Eh, what the Hell, I could probably make something like this."

Then I remembered an old love of mine; Dark Arcanine 33's Total Pokemon Island. I went back and reread it- and realized I should probably leave nostalgia in the past and preserve the good memories (his later stuff was cool, though). Then I read Dark Amphithere's stuff again too and boom, now I'm hooked. I rekindled another old love of mine; Pokémon. Dear God do I love those little creatures who are far too sentient for their own good (the internet has truly ruined you, my friends). And after recently playing through Brilliant Diamond, I came to a realization; a horrible, no good, very bad realization...I wanted to write about that too.

But I didn't wanna make another Total Drama; islands are so freaking overdone, it only takes like a second to see that by scrolling through the other stories here. So, I looked to a trilogy I used to be a part of the fandom of but nowadays is pretty freaking dead; Region Trotters. It was made by this person named Green; they also made this Total Drama rewrite series that went all the way to Ridonculous , but RT is my main focus here. Its whole idea was contestants competing to become champion of their region, and I was like, "that sounds cool, I'mma steal that", so I stole that, reworked the lore of how this world works on a fundamental level, and boom, kinda my own thing now (legally speaking).

And so, here it is; my grand compromise...Sinnohan Shenanigans (apologies to Region Trotters for blatantly stealing the name...But you also never finished, so frankly, apology retracted)! This'll be my attempt at writing one of these things, and since I think it'd be more fun to have other people come up with characters for me, that's exactly what I'm doing. So...Go on. Submit an application, fools. I await them with a smile...Or a frown. Depends on how crappy work was that day.

I'll be accepting 18 contestants, one of every type, since I've already stolen a lot from Region Trotters for this premise, may as well steal the contestant count and type idea too. Besides, its a nice round number that doesn't seem like so much it'll overwhelm me or anything. Every time somebody gets accepted, I'll like post an update here so everyone will know what's available. I'm only accepting one character per person, so don't try to double dip now.

Application

Species: What are they? Can be anything except the legendaries, mythicals, paradox, ultra beasts, megas- yadayada, the overpowered ones.

Age: How old are they? They a kiddie? A teenie? An oldie? As long as they're older than 5 and younger than 100, they're fair game. Trainers are all ages, so these guys are too.

Gender: Boy? Girl? Neither?! BOTH! Figure it out.

Sexuality: Who do they wanna fuck? Do they wanna fuck? Really though, who and what are they into?

Personality: What's their deal? Who the Hell are they? Use this as a chance to convince me they're worth writing. Go complex or keep it simple; I'll take either.

Likes: What do they like? Enough said.

Dislikes: What do they not? Enough-er said.

Strengths: The Hell are they good at?

Weaknesses: And what are they definitely not good at?

Background: Why are they this way? Tell me! I want to know!