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General Information Name: Sylvanus Nickname(s): Sylvan, Syl Age: Adult (Ancient/Very Long-Lived) Season of birth: Summer Race: Dragonkin Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual Current residence: Tetlcuamiztli Island : Travels around, has no permanent residence. Traits of Voice Style of speaking: Quiet / Doesn't speak much. Generally communicates with hand signals. Volume of voice: Soft Physical Appearance Brief Description: A long/tall reptilian humanoid with a flexible spine and long tail. His body is covered in soft fur and a longer ruff runs down his spine from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. He has long, pointed ears and hands and feet resemble clawed talons. When angered/threatened, he is able to morph into a more powerful form. He grows larger and stronger. A pair of deer-like antlers sprouts from his head and long, flowing whiskers grow beside his nose. His eyes begin to glow, and glowing green symbols appear around his wrists, ankles, and across his chest. Height: 183

The sun had begun to set, and a dark gloom settled over Nemeia with the fading light. Many citizens of Nemeia had suffered sleepless nights recently, and the evening air seemed charged with energy. Hades, the God of the Underworld himself, had been spotted roaming the land. All manner of evil spirits and terrifying creatures followed him from his hideous realm. Near a small village, one of these spirits had been seen stalking the grounds of a ruined temple. Two Nemeion cats trudged up the overgrown path that led to the temple. Leading the way was Prima, a small, sleek female with a golden pelt and eyes the color of honey. Following behind her was a much larger cat named Blandus. He had a pale brown coat with a thick, dark mane and a heart-like marking across his shoulders. A child had been injured by an unseen force while she and her mother had been foraging nearby. The two cats had been sent to investigate and, hopefully, put a stop to the unnerving activity. Near the treeline

A steady beeping filled the brightly lit room. Mortimer stood in front of a monitor and watched the lines change. Dimes stood on his head with their arms crossed, scrutinizing the data along with his trainer. On a bed nearby was a black Riolu. Sensors were attached to his head and chest, with cables running back to the monitors. Sitting by the bed was Mephisto. He watched over Beetle diligently, as though he was worried the other Pokemon might stop breathing at any moment. The two of them had fought side-by-side in battle, and to Mephisto, there was no better way to solidify a friendship. Chime was curled on the bed by Beetle’s feet. The Rinrin had taken an interest in the Houndour, and she was curious about this strange Riolu he liked so much. Aspen stood nearby and watched Beetle nervously. She cradled Fritter close to her chest, and Aspen stood beside her. He placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder and smiled at her encouragingly. “He’s going to be okay,” Kale said softly. “I