OOC: Wow, what started out as a small intro story turned into a full one and a half hour endeavor on my part. Broken into two posts for easy viewing.
Velkare let out a contented sigh as he stared at the setting sun as it sank below the mountains to the west, casting an eerie, yet somehow calming, twilight over the small city named Cianwood. How many years had it been since he had seen that awe-inspiring sight?
It had been five, almost six, years since the twenty-two year old had left his hometown to be a Pokemon trainer. Velkare had seen and experienced a lot of things in his travels; some memories he would always cherish, others made him shudder at the mere thought of them, but he knew deep in his heart he would never forget a single one.
Velkare slowly twirled the Pokeball of his first Pokemon in his hands, then settled it down on the ground between his crossed legs. Brushing a stray strand of his long, purple hair out his eyes, he settled them upon the gravestone in front of him. It was new, brand new, he should know, he was the one who bought it. A name and small epitapth was etched into the marble.
Loving Father Avid Fisherman
Died doing what he did best; Fish.
Velkare smirked a little and ran his hand down the cold marble.
“Hey dad...” He whispered, a small tear running down his cheek. “It's been a while, huh?”
***Five to Six Years Earlier***
Velkare grunted as he pulled on the line to the fishing net. Water splashed into his face as the small boat he was on rocked across the stormy sea. His hands ached, his body was sore and worst of all he was freezing.
The sleeting rain had come in quickly and without warning, just as they were hauling up the last of their Krabby lines, so he was caught in his standard outfit of black boots, black khaki pants, and a loose black short-sleeved coat with gold colored trim. He was regretting not wearing a shirt today, but it had been bright and sunny earlier that day, so he hadn't expected the torrential rainstorm he now had to endure.
Velkare groaned as he felt his fingers slipping and cutting on the water drenched ropes he held in his hands. Just as he felt the net slip from his fingers, a second pair of hands appeared next to his. They were worn and blistered from years of fishing, but they were strong and sure.
“I've got you lad, don't worry, so don't let go of that net now. That's our livelihood right there.”
Zelland Anderes smirked at his son, his face creased with many lines, not from worry, but hearty laughing. The man's purple beard and equally purple scraggly hair immediately betrayed the fact that he was, in fact, Velkare's dad.
Lifting the ropes to his son's hands, Zelland pulled with all his might on the net, helping his son haul in the last of their fishing gear.
Velkare smiled at his dad as he pulled on the rope that held the net. He didn't know why, but his dad's presence always empowered him. He felt his strength returning and a new sense of alertness pouring into himself, just from his dad's encouraging words.
With a final tug they pulled the net into the boat. It was filled to bursting with Krabby. It was a very successful haul.
Zelland laughed and patted his son on the back. “Good job boy, good job. I'm proud of you.”
Velkare rolled his eyes, but laughed along with his father. “Dad, stop calling me 'boy', I'm sixteen now, I'm practically a man.”
Zelland nodded, his grin still not fading from his face. “That you are, Velkare, that you are...” The grin faded and a thoughtful expression crossed his face before his gleaming eyes turned to Velkare once again. “Get inside, Velkare, you'll catch cold.”
Velkare shook his head. “Hey, what about the Krabby? We need to get them tied down or-”
Zelland raised a hand to silence his son. “Don't worry about it, lad. Get in the cabin and get warm. I'll take care of these.”
Velkare nodded before he turned towards the cabin door. There was no point in arguing with his father, he had learned that a long time ago.