Saga Hayes

[SAGA HAYES]

How do you live without playing the game

Walking through this world for nineteen years, called Saga Hayes by those who know her, but has an alias as Rachel. She makes her way in this life as a trainer, if on the wrong side of the law more often than not, though she doesn’t name herself a Rocket.

Sit on the side and expect to keep sane

She hails from Saffron City, and loves every minute spent away. Has two Kanto badges, as she isn't the most dedicated trainer you'll find.

Step right up and be a part of the action

Small and unassuming, Saga Hayes blends into the masses and that’s how she likes it. Hair to the small of her back, a deep brown in color, is left unbound and often falls in front of bright blue eyes, masked by a pair of glasses. Muted colors of brown and gray adorn her body, long-sleeved sweaters and knee length skirts. The only jewelry on her body is a simple necklace that she never removes, though it doesn’t look anything special. Easily forgotten, this four foot nine female could be mistaken as that little girl down the street, selling you cookies.

Come and get a piece of it before it’s too late

Ever heard of the saying, don’t judge a book by its cover? Or what about, not all that is gold glitters? It’s safe to say that not all that glitters is gold, and that even the prettiest cover can hide pages that nobody wants to read. Saga Hayes just happens to be the walking embodiment of both. For all intents and purposes she can be mistaken as a shy little girl, surely with a heart as big as the world. And for all intents and purposes you would be, to put it quite frankly, dead wrong. Seriously, dead wrong.

Saga Hayes is a cruel, sadistic, slightly insane woman. For all that she’s not even twenty, she wouldn’t hesitate to push her brother into the headlights of a car-she’d probably find it quite amusing. She does have morals, don’t get her wrong. They just probably aren’t what you’re expecting. She could care less about the morality of stealing pokemon or, be us crass enough to say, killing people. There has to be a reason though, she doesn’t just run around causing havoc. Of course, she could take offense at the silliest of things, and wave off things that would inspire furious rage in the average person.

Do you want to talk to her? If she doesn’t decide to murder or rob, Saga is the definition of sullen. Smiles aren’t for her face, not even when she really is happy, and displays of emotion are positively frowned upon. Sarcastic, biting comments manage to find their way out of her tightly pursed lips all the same, which is reason enough to steer clear.

Take a look around, you can’t deny what you see

A fancy apartment with plenty of room, anything she could ask for and no pesky siblings to share with. With a high-paying job in a pokemon research facility, her father was the perfect match for her surgeon mother. The two of them were sure to create a little genius, and so they did. Of course, they probably hadn’t expected their little genius to turn into an evil genius, but hey, what are you to do? They weren’t around enough to catch the warning signs instead, and ignored the nanny’s complaints of the violent child attacking her.

Well, until the nanny up and quit, but by then their little genius was old enough to stay home alone, at the mature age of nine. It was really quite a shock when at fifteen she informed them that she was leaving to go train pokemon. She’d matured into a young woman without their noticing-and a wanted criminal, though they were laughably ignorant of that. Sure, she hadn’t killed anybody yet, but theft was still a pretty serious crime.

Luckily the authorities had no clue who she was, so she was able to leave with no problem. She didn’t care for the starters found in Kanto (or, for that matter, Johto) and so managed to get enough money off of her parents (who were still trying to figure out what happened to their little girl) to purchase her own pokemon.

Then, with the trusty magnemite at her side, she’d set out on a trail of chaos. The older she got, the more daring and cruel her schemes became. Too many to go into detail on, though to say the least Saga isn’t a horrible murderer. Sure, she might have killed a person or two-but they were still alive when she left, so that didn’t really count. No, she was far more a thief than a murderer, and since she rarely gave out her true name, much less her full name, people were looking for the imaginary “Rachel” that had, unexplainably, blonde hair.

But really, dye was easy to come across.

We’re living in a violent society

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So come on, strike up a conversation if you dare. Want a wild ride? She’s sure to be what you least expected.

[SAGA HAYES]

Static
lock-on, thundershock, spark, screech
Analytical, precise and solemn, chosen for all of those qualities and proud of its demeanor, Static was the first pokemon on Saga's team, and will likely be the last. It does not offer it's opinion on her actions unless it pertains to the success of the endeavor. Though it does not generally approve of many things she does, Static is loyal and will do what is asked of it. It is quick to perform and it strives for perfection. It knows Saga does care for it and even, though it seems strange to attribute such an emotion to either of them, loves it. Secretly it wishes that she showed that affection more, when it sees the love lavished on other trainer's pokemon.
Purchased in Saffron City as a magnemite


Pollution
poison gas, sludge, mud bomb, acid armour
Eager to please, Pollution was the second pokemon to come into Saga's arsenal. Careful to avoid touching either her trainer or her trainer's other pokemon, Pollution comes across as a bit distant. Nothing could be further from the truth, as she often provides the sheer power for battles in the team-and she's proud of that fact.
Captured in Celadon City as a grimer


Speck
ariel ace, pursuit, fury attack, peck
Hot-headed and fierce, Speck is the newest and weakest member of the team and he isn't happy about it. If it weren't for the dominating personality of Saga he would likely not obey her at all, and would even perhaps leave, finding the state of affairs he finds himself utterly distasteful. He's distrustful of his new trainer and her other two pokemon, but is willing to work for them if only to become stronger.
Stolen from a weaker trainer

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[SAGA HAYES]

Call Me: I go by lots of things, but Lee,Vkar, Healer are all welcome.
You wanna know what now? Heck if I know. I've probably been playing for all of...oh...five or six years. Psh. Not that I show that kind of dedication in my skill, but oh well.
I'ma tell you now... That lilliputian is the strangest sounding word I've ever heard. And that those lyrics up there belong to Disturbed[/b] in their song Violence Fetish. Also, I have no idea who that picture up there belongs to. Sorreh.

In a rather fancy apartment in a rather fancy part of Saffron City there was a family of three, all sitting quite formally around a dining table. The meal had been eaten, but the youngest had bid the older two to remain. The feeling in the room was strange, as if the three were strangers, rather than parents and daughter. In truth, they were strangers for the parents had spent too much time at work and too little at home.

Not that the daughter minded. In fact, she rather enjoyed it, for if they had spent more time at home she doubted she would have turned out quite like she had, and she liked the way she was. No, she held no ill will towards her parents, had even excelled in school so that they would be happy and content. At least, until this evening.

"I want to be a trainer." Before any objections could be raised she stated her case, gazing at her parents with dead eyes. Regardless of what they chose she would do as she pleased. They couldn't confine her to the apartment, not without hiring guards and though they were well-off they weren't that well-off. No, she could always slip out when she wanted-and they knew it. "I've done excellent in school. Most universities prefer that the students have some sort of life experience-i.e. pokemon training or contests or some such, before they apply. Both of you took off at my age with far less ability than I have. I would much rather that you agree to this and that we can remain on friendly terms."

How strange a conversation! The girl, Saga Hayes, frowned as her mother strangled a small sob, leaving the table. There was no reasoning for it. Saga knew the basic details about her parents. She knew her mother was called Lilah Hayes and that she was a skilled surgeon. She knew that her father was named Jordan Hayes and that he had a reasonable job at the Pokemon Research Institute. She could name off any information that would be needed for official forms, and she could sign their names with such exacting detail that the signature was the same as their own.

That was more than they could do for her. They knew her grades, her name. What else? Did they know their daughter was a wanted criminal? She knew they didn't. They hadn't even known that she was planning this, though it must have been obvious that the other children her age were leaving on journeys.

Dismissing her mother she gazed at her father, who had placed an arm around her mother's shoulders. "Of course we won't keep you. It's just...You've grown so much and we didn't notice." Her mother nodded in a sad attempt to appear joyful.

Saga didn't care. "I'm pleased." She paused, before asking of her parents, "I don't particularly care for the starter pokemon available in Pallet. I was hoping to buy a magnemite. Do you think I could borrow the money?"

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Not four hours later Saga was headed down the road outside Saffron, packed bag and supplies upon her back, a single pokeball in her hand. Magnemite. A suitably solemn pokemon that wouldn't require much attention. It was perfect.

[DRAGONITE]

ACCEPTED

Damn she's just concentrated evil isn't she? XD I love her!