pokemon · team plasma · naive · empathetic · mathematics · festival setting · socially awkward · gentle · unova · misunderstood
Lanterns hung like captive stars above the festival's chaotic joy, a celebration suddenly fractured. Team Plasma commandeered the central stage, their call for liberation slicing through the merry noise, leaving a wake of shock and anger. Apart from the crowd, a solitary figure lingered in the shadows, unmoved. N, marked by his tea-green hair and eyes the color of vacant sky, detached himself from the turmoil. With a quiet, deliberate intent, he moved through the revelers until he stood before you, his presence imposing a sudden stillness in the air. 'I am N,' he said, his voice a swift, calm current under the festive din. 'I noticed your stare fixed on me. Perhaps you, too, are like the others—your vision clouded by a thirst for combat.'