SPECTRE, Crystal

crystal

I own myself don’t work for anyone else

In the time in which man and pokemon were treated as equals, Loros was not isolated. And, there was a peculiar people, given deeply unto learning and enlightenment. Their society was flawless. They did not commune with nature; they were nature. Apricorns were to be turned into a drink between two friends, not a means by which to enslave another.
But, strangers came. The peculiar people and their cousin peoples dwindled, dwindled, died off until we reach present day, where there are perhaps a handful left.
Which is where we find Crystal.
The peculiar people never bent their necks entirely; they had them chopped off. Heads half full of roached braids, half left in their curly glory, they were easily marked by their ever-moving nature. A people dispersed, Crystal grew up as any living children of the peculiar people did: without official identity from the government. Now, Crystal knows who she is, but to the government, she is merely a body without purpose. She may own no property, may purchase nothing without cash, reaps no benefits from the government, and thus is both free as a bird and trapped as a slave.
Soon, however, soldiers noticed the family. Despite offering the government tax payment from their harvest, it was not enough—they were not legal citizens. They were pushed to move on. They were truly homeless, after all.
The family gathered with their distant cousins and went to live in the depths of the wild for a time, eager to get away from this false civilization for a while. They lived as their ancestors had for a few years, happily enjoying the bounty of nature and the true joy of existing without harm. It was here that Crystal, at age ten, gained her first pokemon—or rather, she gained an egg.
She took excellent care of the egg. Soon, it hatched into a togepi. Crystal and baby Ivory were very happy together. Crystal learned more about the culture of her ancestors and her son grew stronger. By the time they left the forest—for the government was aware of how large their camps and grown and was upon them again—Crystal was thirteen and able to fend for herself. She had an apriball for her son to travel in.
Like her ancestors before her in their fall from grace, she traveled. She worked odd jobs and eventually learned these who had taken a land which was not theirs alone liked the way she danced. So, she sold it. As a youth, it was all quasi-ballet and belly dancing. She was young, yes, but these filthy creatures threw their money upon her all the same. With it, she bought her first bow.
During her time as the little traveling dancer, Ivory evolved into a togetic.
An uncle came to Crystal and helped her to figure out how to survive with her pokemon. He taught her how to say the words which would please these overly organized people and which papers would relieve her of their prodding. Many people knew the peculiar people by their dark skin and white hair as well as distinctly gold or purple eyes, and many government officials thought them harmless hippies.
And, for the longest time, that was all Crystal was. She was dancer, and while occasion she spent a night in jail for being seen with her togetic, Ivory always escaped to await her release and authorities never thought it important enough to keep tree huggers so long that it would cost them to feed her.
When Crystal turned sixteen, she again took to the deep wilds. The two were happy. Crystal would often use her bow to hunt whilst Ivory, becoming more predatory with age, would chase down swifter sky prey that Crystal was not yet skilled enough to shoot down.
For a time, they lived happily in the woods.
Then, again, soldiers came tromping through and Crystal had to flee to the concrete jungle to hide.
By now, her dancing had become so provocative as to earn her a little leeway. She was no longer Crystal the little pseudo-ballerina that men with deep pockets and deeper secrets would go out of their way to see and tell one no of; she was a beautiful woman who danced unlike anyone else they could find in the cities, her movements unrestrained and natural, organic. She had become a stripper, but it was the largest of bills and the strangest of trinkets they left with her.
Soon, soldiers in cities she frequented—those who were less savory, who frequented the clubs she graced—began to leave her alone even when she was seen walking around with a togetic. The privilege of something to be eaten was what she had—in the same way the herd of cattle was left unmolested until it was time to butcher them, Crystal was left alone.
During this time, she unwittingly garnered the deep favor of a certain powerful individual. They extended their invitation with an armed guard escorting her from the club after it closed to their home. Crystal was worried, but where could she run? How could she escape?
There was an exchange, but not an entirely willing one. Crystal was not naïve or inexperienced, but this was no friend of hers and she felt no bond to him. Yet, in the morning, sore, she walked away with a feebas. She felt a bitter irony settle in her stomach: who took flesh and gave flesh in turn? Lives were not so easily traded!
It was at that point that she became bitter. She stayed away from the deep, lovely woods. There was hatred in her heart and she could not bring that feeling into the land her parents had loved so much.
Crystal continued dancing for money, but she also began dabbling in darker business. She got involved in drug affairs—her togetic could run an errand faster than any human could. Her payment was always cash, but she accepted things which would benefit her pokemon. This is how her togetic became a togekiss and her feebas a milotic.
She grew strong, hoarding weaponry and becoming known equally for her beauty as well as her sharp shot. She danced still—the money was good—but frequently the drug gangs she now thought herself too good for would foolishly pursue her. The Diamond Dancer always gave them a kiss for their troubles—with her guns, her guns! The hot smoking barrels which had sealed their fates!
Soon, what would one day become Spectre, began the birth pains of a rebellion. However, as the pains were so faint, they were unable to be traced. And, who made a better scapegoat for a people unsatisfied than those who had been first upon the land?
The first peoples, including Crystal’s peculiar people, were tracked down, killed. Some fled to the wilds and were stopped before they could even reach the treeline. Others tried to flee Loros in a last desperate attempt and were killed as their ships left dock. Crystal and a few others merely turned into rats of sorts, slinking around and surviving.
Yet, it was all for not.
One night, it all went wrong anyway. This was a year before the Newhaven riots. Crystal was caught out getting lunch. One thing led to another and a fire fight ensued. Crystal fought with her all. And, yet, she had to be whisked away by her darling togekiss son.
When she awoke again, she was in her little hold in the wall of a home; she healed, slowly.
That was the final straw.
Crystal took to vigilantism. She began ruthlessly attacking and soldiers wandering astray. It was punishment. They had always belittled and pursued her people. Now, she would get revenge for all those generations lost.
Eventually, a cousin approached her with members of what would become Spectre. There was going to be a protest and they felt her presence would aid in protection, that her story might inspire disgust towards the government. Hesitant, Crystal agreed.
She came, but it was a bloodbath. She had brought no weapons, not expecting the riot. Again, she fled on her togekiss. She took to the woods, training herself. She was a lowly soldier, but she would show them that she was powerful in her own right. Whenever she traveled into town, she died her hair. It was white, so it was easy. However, her skin was difficult to hide and she often wore covering garments and make up that was lighter than she really was.


Name Ivory
Species togekiss
Gender male
Ability serene grace
Moveset aura sphere | magical leaf | ancient power | extremespeed
Origin Found by Crystal when her family went deep into the Clearwilde as a child. He is kept in an apriball.
Personality He treats Crystal like his mother. He loves to fly quickly through the air with passengers atop his back. He is extremely affectionate towards Crystal, and often helps her pick out her outfits and disguises. That said, while most togekiss are said to be similar to big doves, he is more owlish.

Name Gold
Species milotic
Gender male
Ability competitive
Moveset rain dance | aqua ring | dragon tail | aqua tail
Origin Given to Crystal as “payment” for her “services” by a businessman as a feebas. Kept in a luxury ball.
Personality Mildly possessive of Crystal. After she took him in and helped him evolve, he’s become completely devoted to her. He’s food aggressive and vicious towards anyone who resembles a businessperson. He tends to battle intensely, but when he’s not doing that he cuddles up to Crystal.

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