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 Played ByAge / SexHeightWeightLevelMax HPCurrent InjuriesMoneyPicture
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Sakura HyacinthThe Magician's Adviser12/F6'2155 lbs2500$1,900#REF!
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StatBaseFeats / BonusLevel-UpTotalStageAdj.Evasion
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HP10212----Vs ATK
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ATK5551
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DEF555Vs SATK
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SATK5552
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SDEF5141010Vs Any
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SPD5510102
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Total APUsed APCurrent APLvl-Up0Background
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505BonusAdept SkillNovice SkillPathetic SkillsFocus
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SkillModifierRankValuePokemon EducationOccult EdCombatGuile
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Acrobatics0Untrained2FeaturesEdges
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Athletics0Untrained245
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Charm0Untrained2RemainingRemaining
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Combat0Pathetic100
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Command0Untrained2Rsearcher (Witch Hunter)CoordinatorGrooming
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Edu: General0Untrained2Mental ResistanceBasic Cooking
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Edu: Medicine0Untrained2PusherBS Intuition
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Edu: Occult0Novice3Grace
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Edu: Pokemon0Adept4AS Intuition
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Edu: Technology0Untrained2
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Focus0Pathetic1
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Guile0Pathetic1
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Intimidate0Untrained2
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Intuition0Adept4Pokémon Wishlist
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Perception0Untrained2None in particular, actually
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Stealth0Untrained2
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Survival0Untrained2
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Bonus EdgesBonus FeatsBonus Stat Points
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Training FeatATKSATK
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Inspired Training
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Other FeatsBonus Skill Edges
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Skill Stunt (Intuitino: Empathy)
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MilestonesDex EXPMISC EXP
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Physical DescriptionBackground
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As in Pictures, but hella tallerSakura was born and raised in Lavender Town. Her parents were each extremely active shareholders in both the reformed Rocket Game Corner and the Celadon Department store respectively. They managed to make time for their daughter until she turned eight years old, by then she could take care of herself, after they figured out she was horrifically short sighted and got her suitably thick-lensed glasses. Honestly, Sakura had grown so quickly that her parents almost forgot her age: by the time she was seven, she was already up to her father’s shoulder.
When she wasn’t in school or going about the necessary chores, Sakura would take Scratch, the pet Meowth she’d received for her sixth birthday, and do little mock contests with her friends. At first, Scratch didn’t appreciate being crammed into some ridiculous dress or costume gotten through misspent allowances, but two years of delicious treats and lovely ear scratching, he’d decided that Sakura had earned the demeaning play, plus, it did make him feel pretty sometimes.

When She turned 10, Scratch had gone off on the usual meowth business, looking for shiny things, yowling in the alleys, more shiny hunting. When he didn’t come back the next morning like usual, Sakura was a little worried. When he didn’t come when the special meowth-safe cookies she made for him didn’t draw him home, she was pacing the floor. By the time her parents were on their way home and the sun was hanging low in the sky, the pink haired little girl decided to take action.
She grabbed a picture with her and Scratch, and ran about town, looking for her bestest friend. Unsurprisingly, almost nobody was of any help, except for a wise old man named Mr. Fuji, who hadn’t seen Scratch, but noted how some meowth tend to wander route 8 for sparkly trinkets, and offered to escort her to the area to ensure her safety. When they found the wandering pet, he'd gotten in an outstandingly one-sided fight with a pack of wild mankey. Apparently one of the mankey had found a neat little necklace, and Scratch had the balls to try and snag it right off of its neck. Either that, or the meowth had found the thing before running into the mankey crew already in a rage. Needless to say that the poor thing was already in a bad way before Fuji could use his flute to pacify the wild pig monkey pokemon. The two rushed the domesticated normal type to the center, but they were too late.

Fuji walked the little girl home, and explained everything to her parents, whom had gone half mad with worry. Sakura visited Scratch’s grave in pokemon tower everyday, and for the first month of that, Fuji accompanied her. The youngster in mourning left most of Scratch’s costumes, collars, and a couple of cookies at his grave, but she held on to that necklace. When her parents talked to her about getting a new meowth, or maybe even a skitty, she asked them not to.

Fuji tried his best, but the girl never got over her meowth.. Either way, the two became good friends. Instead of watching her friends dress up their rattata and growlithes like she used to, she helped Fuji take care of orphaned pokemon, and sat in front of Scratch’s grave. She learned a lot about pokemon with Fuji, how to groom a lot of them, and how much more like them they were than everyone seemed to notice. She sometimes wished she couldn’t tell, with the eyes of every new arrival always so desolate, but it was always worth it once a week of tender loving care brought them back from the brink of depression. Those were the unspoken, not even consciously recognized terms of the relationships she had with those orphaned mons: She helps them move past the loss of their family, they help her forget about the one that she lost for a little while.


While Sakura sat in front of her long dead meowth’s grave, she would see gastly and haunter, but what caught her eye was an occasional ghost that didn’t seem to be a pokemon at all. When she asked Mister Fuji about it, all he told her was to look more closely. Had she not known the kind old man for two years, she might’ve thought he was making fun of her vision problems, but instead she just took note of it.

One day, she felt that one of the most senior residents (a vulpix who lost her mother to poacher two months ago) needed some closure before she was brought back to the wild, so she brought the young fire-type to her mother’s grave. Sakura admired the fox’s strength, not shedding even a single tear, but solemnly staring at her mother’s final resting place. Then, she laughed. And not a weak chuckle, but full on guffaws, doubling over on her back as if she were being tickled. Sakura looked closer, and realized that the faintest of ethereal tendrils were washing back and forth over the orphaned vulpix’s belly. Sakura blinked in surprise, and everything became crystal clear. The tendrils weren’t tendrils, but ghostly tails, the tails of vulpix’s mother ninetails.

The moment was touching and even a moment of validation for Sakura, but it left a wide sea of questions for her. After taking the vulpix to her old new home, she bombarded Fuji with all these questions. Wise though he may be, he was only ever a dabbler in the nature of spirits, pokemon or otherwise. As such he passed along the word of an academy being built in the region of Meihnos, to the southwest of Cinnabar Island. Needless to say, her parents supported her wholeheartedly in this pursuit, and aided her in her application every step of the way. In no time, she was there (well, some time obviously, as the school wasn’t quite built yet, so that was kind of a thing.
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Personality
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Even after Fuji's counsel, Sakura wasn't the same. While she can smile when she's doing what she loves (usually taking care of pokemon), she's disconnected from herself. She has the empathy to feel other people's loss, but she buries her own. She might be happy, she might not (spoilers, probably not), but as long as she's around people who are, that doesn't matter to her. But don't show her a meowth. She seriously cannot handle meowth. So much emotional breakdown you don't even know.
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Sakura's life dream is to understand the cycle of life and death in regards to ghost pokemon, fossils, and the role humanity plays in the former'.
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