Bircalin

Vartuul wanders about the jungle woods with his ragged spear in-tow, grimacing and snarling to himself as he mulls over the news. "Thees Ape'uh Kha weel pay fawr eets choice..." He growls with a venomous discontent, straightening his hat and weary poncho before heading out of the jungle in confident strides.

Bircalin Sturtart Leafeon, Scyther, Sawsbuck, Bonsly, Haxorus, Noctowl Bircalin's team accentuates his emphasis on pride and wisdom as a warrior, though only four of the six actively fight. Leafeon, gifted to him long, long ago in his youth as a starter, taught him not to battle Pokémon but care for them initially. Now in his later years as a trainer Leafeon serves to be his pacifistic companion out of two. Scyther, as his first catch, wandering the Safari for such a purpose. With Scythers forming swarms with a chance to challenge their leader, Bircalin respects the strength that Scyther prides itself on. Sawsbuck, Bircalin's choice method of travel. Given his occupation as a ranger and an olden Druid, Bircalin's time spent deep in the murky woods birthed a bond with the wildlife around him, one such creature being a Sawsbuck. He appreciates the proud summer plumage of Sawsbuck and the majestic nature it upholds. Bonsly, resembling the bonsai tree, was given to Bircalin by his mentor Respiren to evaluate his patience in keeping the Bonsly safe and well looked-after. The constant need to baby the Pokémon allows Bircalin to keep busy and thus always has it nearby to keep an eye on it. Haxorus, the wildcard in his team, arrived in his travels as a trainer to battle the Elite Four. Catching the young Axew on Victory Road, Bircalin decided to train the strange Pokémon in noticing its prideful nature and stubborn growl. Axew eventually blossomed into Haxorus after he fathered it into strength, the Pokémon now adopting its place as guardian over the team. Noctowl, the latter of his two companions. Noctowl, similarly to Sawsbuck, found itself captured by Bircalin during his time in the woods. As the Lunar Druid, Bircalin has always held an adoration for the moon and all things lunar and as a result adores his Noctowl for its proud visage and all the wisdom it might hold, something he one day hopes to unlock for himself.

Ladies and gentlemen, your attention, please

The Ascended swear their loyalty to the cause.

Yeah this guy is pretty intense.

Oh boy.

These are beautiful, keep it up!

I'm definitely interested, yeah.

On the contrary I remember you from some years ago as a decent roleplayer. I think you've got what it takes. +1

The Ranger sits upon his heels in a crouch, looking out from Petrus' walls towards where Kaer Angren lay with a venomous scowl donned on his lips. The bellowing roar a distant thunder as it reaches Petrus, leaving a rumbling in his chest as he murmurs nonsensically beneath his breath. Not since the elder land had the Undead reigned dominion over land so securely. The thought unsettled him, leaving him to adjust the familiar yew bow slung around him through habit. "This will be an age unforgotten." He mutters louder, rising to a stand with a calm grunt. "Let's see what they've got..."

Having heard of the notice, Ranger returns to Avalon, notifying the other Ascended of the listed names to begin their own hunt."I do love a good hit-list." He comments chirpily, adjusting his bowstring in preparation.