Ze Blitzkrieg Wrote:Name: Bryce Berkley
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Appearance:Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Background: Born to a career trainer who bit off a little more than she could chew during her adventures through Sinnoh, Bryce spent much of his young life under the care of his grandparents in Solaceon Town. Owners of the local Pokémon daycare, the elderly couple was far better prepared for raising a rambunctious young boy than their wayward daughter, and the promise of an extra pair of hands to help with the family business was a tempting prospect. Since he was old enough to toddle at his grandfather's side, Bryce helped care for the beloved companions of trainers from every corner of the region. It was a satisfying task and one he enjoyed as he got old enough to recognize the impact it had on the world around him. He proved himself to be a promising successor for the establishment as he grew from boy to man and became all the more skilled at rearing generation after generation of Pokémon.
He also proved himself to be his mother's son many times over as he made that transition. Out in the rural countryside of Sinnoh, there wasn't much for a young man to do after his daily chores but hit up the local farmer's daughters, or the occasional city girl passing through the route. His carnal hunger led him into the beds of many of the town's women, single or otherwise, and his passion for "breeding" made him the adversary of more than one of his fellow farm boys. After a particularly sticky incident involving the town elder's granddaughter, it became clear that Bryce's welcome in Solaceon had swiftly worn out.
His grandparents reluctantly aided him in securing passage out of Sinnoh. His mother had managed to make a name for herself in nearby Unova, and a vacation to see her was just the thing to get him away from his old stomping grounds, just long enough for the heat to die down. But a night of drunken debauchery the ship between regions saw him tumbling overboard, and the land he washed up in was one far different from any he had known before.
Perks:
Athletic: A lifetime of working in rural Sinnoh and a not insignificant amount of personal vanity has ensured Bryce keeps himself in good shape. He is more than capable of tackling the most strenuous physical activity without complaint and can exert himself for long periods without significant fatigue thanks to his conditioning.
Pokémon Breeder: Crass jokes aside, Bryce is a licensed Pokémon breeder and is therefore an expert in taking care of a dizzying variety of Pokémon. He knows what they enjoy eating, how they enjoy playing, what kinds of other Pokémon they get along with, how to groom and otherwise pamper them, and generally can be expected to optimize the performance of any Pokémon that finds itself under his diligent care.
Sexually Gifted: Bryce is more than just a man-whore. He's a good man-whore. A very good man-whore. Though he takes great pride in being "hung like a Rapidash" and having the stamina to match one, he's a particularly diligent and thoughtful lover once the time to sate his hunger has arrived. Whether by cock, hand, tongue, or otherwise, he enjoys bringing his lovers to ecstasy time and time again and has gotten quite good at it over the years.
Smooth-Talker: Bryce was born with a silver tongue and he isn't afraid to use it. He has a knack for figuring out what it is people want or need through conversation, and providing them with just the thing they want to hear in a given moment. It's helped him stay out of trouble over the years despite his less-than-ideal inclinations.
Flaws:
I'm Only Human: Bryce is, for all his bravado, still just a human. Ordinarily, such a thing would not be much of a drawback. In a strange land, surrounded by sapient creatures capable of launching bolts of lightning from their tails and breathing fire, however, it proves to be a rather significant drawback in matters of conflict.
Impulsive: Bryce is not a man with strong impulse control. He is ruled by his desires and emotions more than logic and reasoning, and can usually be expected to side with a force of instant gratification rather than one which will ultimately contribute to his long-term success.
Lecherous Rake: Put simply, Bryce is a pervert. There is little in the world he enjoys more than a tight, wet hole to bury himself in and a nice pair to bounce in his face as he makes use of it. Even otherwise innocuous behavior that might be construed as sexual is liable to get him randy, and he's never been known to refuse an opportunity to get his rocks off, even when the consequences of that romp would be less than ideal.
Turn Ons: Big cock, cock comparison, cock worship, domination, excessive cum, femboys, femdom, fucked silly, harem, humiliation, large insertions, marathon sex, MILFs, musk, romance, sexual favors, sexual rewards, teasing
Turn Offs: Guro, death, torture, heavy BDSM, eggs, bathroom stuff
The heavy winds and grey skies did little to dampen your mood. Even as the rain picked up, billowed into a spray by a nearing storm to shower you with flecks of biting cold, you were simply too enraptured into having a good time. If anything, the weather made things better, forcing most the passengers inside, leaving only those like-minded as yourself - or drunk enough to be easily swayed - to continue this impromptu revelry. The booze would help keep you warm, and the wind rush helped surge your adrenaline. But the greatest lure in keeping the fun going was the bountiful selection of young women on this trip with you. The aid of alcohol and the freedom of what was likely their first adventure away from home had helped you a lot already. In your drunken haze you took a moment to keep track of whose panties you had already slipped yourself inside of, and whose remained to be claimed. It would take you working around the clock to tick of the entire list before you reach your destination, but you were deep in your cups enough to see no issues with doing just that.
Perhaps someone more sensible should have dragged you inside once it grew darker and stormier. Perhaps someone more sensible tried, you couldn't really remember by the time you went over the rail. The waves crashed up the side of the boat and met you on your way down, your body disappearing into the foaming peaks before they receded into the darkened depths below.
The swirling miasma around you drowned out the sounds of thunder, and cries of your name. Even the boat passing by seemed to disappear as you lost all sense of which way was up or down. You were cast about in the abyss, you think you surfaced for air once or twice before being dragged beneath the waves once more, but you were finding it hard to stay focused. You found yourself slipping. Fading.
"I've got you!" A voice breaks through the silence that envelops you. The rentless wailing of the sea has subsided to a much calmer to and throw, a much gentler tied that could almost rock you asleep.
Strong arms pull you from the water's grip and you feel the warmth of sand against your back. You still don't feel fully awake, blearily aware of someone rescuing you, checking your pulse, hands against your chest. Lips on your own.
They feel soft, wet, warm... and oddly fuzzy. But the rush of air has you coughing up seawater and your eyes open. And above you, you see your saviour.
A... Pokémon. A Lopunny, to be precise... but... dressed in clothes. Your eyes first see her as she pulls away from giving you mouth to mouth, her lips still wet from the seawater on your own... and perhaps some of your spit too, you couldn't be sure. Her eyes were closed at the moment, it was almost like watching a lover pull away from a caring kiss, though they soon flick open and she looks at you with great relief.
"Thank Arceus you're alive. When I saw you drifting in with the tide I thought for certain you were... well..." Did she just... speak? And that outfit she was wearing... while certainly revealing in a lot of places and hugging her form quite tightly, was a lot more complicated than you might expect for anything someone might be tempted to dress a Pokémon up in.
The Lopunny
It seems you're not the only one confused by the current situation. She pulls away from you, giving you room to sit up and offers a hand... paw... whatever... for you to hold onto so she could help you to your feet. "Are you okay? Can you tell me your name? I've never seen a Pokémon like you before..." she murmurs that last part mostly to herself, though its loud enough for you to catch.
What was happening? Were you rescued by a talking Lopunny? Or was this some kind of delusion, brought about by a lack of oxygen? It certainly felt real. Your clothes were all soaked through and dragging on your body. The sky showed no signs of the storm from earlier, however. If anything, it looked quite sunny and pleasant. The waves around you were calm, reaching the age of a golden sandy beach with a gentleness unbefitting the tide that tried to swallow you up before. Palm trees cast shade over patches of the beach, giving a more tropical vibe to the environment than you would have expected, and outcroppings of rocks closed in this little stretch of sand into a small, quiet little strip. Though you imagine the coastline must stretch on in a similar fashion on either end of the rocks.
The Lopunny was still stairing at you, expecting an answer. Just what were you going to tell her?