RISING

PAST

The Risings were always residents of Lavender Town, spanning back generations of fire type trainers. They kept to themselves mostly, loner types with a rough exterior. Most of the town loathed them and their detached ways of functioning within the small society. Ever since Cherry could remember, she had always broken the mold of her family name. Sure, they weren't rich or socialites, but they still carried themselves to a very high standard. Never show your emotions. Stay neutral and you will survive no matter the obstacle... It was a bunch of bullshit if you asked her.[break][break]
She had been bursting with energy and liveliness even as an infant. Her parents, despite their cold natures, loved her in their own special ways. She was their only child, after all, blue eyed with fiery red hair. They believed she would be the strongest of their family. There was a certain fire in her eyes that both terrified and excited them... How were they supposed to know what the future held for their little fire girl?[break][break]
Childhood was normal for the most part... Well, until her accident anyway.[break][break]
Cherry was ten at the time, working hard to prove to her parents that she was worthy of being a Rising, worthy of the power they achieved with their Pokemon. Her father was a blacksmith at the time, crafting a beautiful array of weapons and shields for various companies. The police from the next city over frequently asked him to help make stronger shields and sometimes, he even let Cherry assist him. Maybe that was why she found herself practicing with throwing knives... They were beautiful things of cold steel with sharp blades and curving handles. In her spare time, she had always preferred to twirl a knife around rather than anything else. Something about the sharp, cool blade was so alluring to her... Even after all this time she still carries those knives around... Her father's knives, holders of both cruel and fond memories.[break][break]
He had left her unsupervised one day, mentioning something about running an errand in the next town over. She mumbled her acknowledgement before he left, eyes roaming over a small blade in her hands. It only took an hour for him to get back, an hour for her to lose consciousness, and a mere hour for her life to be turned upside down. You see... While her father was gone, Cherry had decided to do some practice, same as she always did. This time, however, it proved to be a grave mistake. One of her knives had fallen to the ground, the hilt separating from the blade at the harsh contact with the floor. Anxiety flooded her system, blocking out all sense and logic... In a hasty attempt to pick up the broken pieces of her father's favorite blade, she blocked out all other obstacles with her focus sorely on fixing the problem before her father came home... Her focus fixated so badly, however, that she failed to notice the forgotten knife in her right hand or how dangerously close her elbow was to smashing into the floor. She made contact with the floor, left hand reaching for the pieces, while her right elbow collided with the floor. The unexpected shock wave of pain that erupted from her elbow caused her arm to jerk back toward her body, her right hand subconsciously jerking into her face with the movement. Her sight narrowed and the room spun, then, and it took a few seconds for the sheer agony to kick in...[break][break]
Cherry woke up in a hospital room, groggy and extremely disoriented. A tight sensation wrapped around her head and cheek, rubbing against her skin and slightly pulling at her hair. Confusion set in, then, as she lifted a hand to feel just what was causing the weird sensation. Bandages. A plethora of them. Confusion switched to panic as she tried, and failed, to tear the bandages off. Nurses started shouting, struggling with the young girl to stop her from revealing her new deformity... A doctor yelled something, a nurse scrambled out of her area of vision to her left, and the room faded back to black in moments.[break][break]
It took a year for her to understand what losing sight in one of her eyes meant but it took years for her to truly understand that it was a mere accident.[break][break]
An eye patch became her most common accessory, shielding herself from the judgement of strangers and most importantly... The judgement of herself. Her parents had told her the story over and over of how it was just a freak accident. A misjudged calculation of perception on her part for thinking the floor wasn't as close as it was. It could happen to anyone... A bunch of lies. She did it to herself. She stabbed herself in her left eye, permanently blinding the organ, in a panicked attempt to escape her father's temper. How was that not her own fault? If she hadn't been so careless and dropped his favorite knife... Maybe she would still be able to see out of her left eye.[break][break]
Years later, she had finally left home in search of something... What that was, she wasn't sure. Maybe something that seemed bigger than her and her problems? Something that would truly excite her again... Her physical appearance wasn't the only thing that drastically changed that day, after all. Her personality became something her parents almost didn't recognize. She grew to become colder than before, ruthless in a way that was almost terrifying. Part of her had wanted to see others experience the pain and emotional trauma that she did... Most of her wanted to be the cause of that suffering, the same way she was the cause of her own.[break][break]
She joined the Cruor a year later with her team of fire and ghost types. A grunt at first before climbing to the position of third commander in three years and soon, her desire to inflict suffering with her own hands was close at hand...

PRESENT

Currently, Cherry is busy preparing for the beginning of war. Excitement fills the Cruor headquarters in Kanto with each passing day. Part of her is just impatient at this point, wanting to begin and get to breaking some bones... The other part is almost nervous to jump start this war. What if they don't succeed? What will happen to her then? She has always survived but will she survive this? Will anyone..?[break][break]
For now, she is merely carrying out orders. Small attacks at first... Soon, she will be a catalyst for what is to come with a bigger attack. A large scale act of terrorism upon the unsuspecting civilians of the Pokemon world, at her orders, with her own hands. Maybe then she will feel the pieces of her that decayed with her eye begin to slowly come back to life...

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