Name: Salacia Carver
Nicknames: Sal
Gender: Female
Age: 29
Birthday: 29 April 1984
Pokemon: Swampert
National #: 260
Title: Mud Fish Pokemon
Nature: Impish- There’s really no need to describe Sal. She’s a bit like a child: easily forgotten, unaware of her own strength, and desperate for attention and affection.
Height: 6’3”
Weight: 220 lbs
Hair Color: Black
Hair Length: Styled with a hasty combination of gel and hairspray, it sticks up in two directions, perfectly combed and hard as rocks.
Eye Color: Yellow
Skin Tone: Dark, like Egyptian
Build: Hefty. Muscular all over and fat pockets
Markings/Scars: n/a
Appearance: She has two orange spike-things (whatever they are) on her cheeks, and her forearms/shins are protected by orange “growths” that serve as armor. She has very masculine features save for her eyes, which are round and thickly-lashed.
Full Outfit: She opts for a blue hoodie with a white front over a bulletproof vest, a pair of short shorts, and a pair of combat boots. She also often wears a beanie (only if she lets her hair down).
Personality: She’s pretty childish, but she has a sailor’s mouth. Her attitude sometimes gets in the way of her attempts at conversation, but she easily conveys her emotions. She’s selfish and cold, and she hates the idea of sharing.
Family: Don’t even bring it up; she hates them.
Hometown: Fortree City
Background: When Salacia was 16, she ran away from home. From the outside, it didn’t make sense. Her parents were wealthy—her father being the CEO of one of the biggest corporations in existence and her mother a famous TV chef—but Salacia was the last item on their list to concern them. They rarely acknowledged her existence, let alone spoke with her one-to-one.
So she fled the city with little on her back. At one point, a few years into her travelling (as it was then called, once she passed 18), she can across a small child, lost and afraid. When she tried to help it, she found it was nothing but an illusion, crafted by a man hidden in a tree.
As soon as she found the man, she killed him with her bare hands. It wasn’t even intentional.
Gorfrey was lurking in the shadows, watching her swift moves. He knew her, of course. Everyone knew of the Carver family. But he hadn’t known of her potential.
He stepped forth and said only this: “Come with me.”
And she obeyed.
