|Gym Membership:||Beta Leader|
He stands a good 5 foot 11 inches with blue skin. His antennae go up 3 inches before they bend back down an inch. He has large purple compact eyes that go very nicely with the blue skin.
The wings are almost as big as he is, only an inch off the ground and an inch from the top of his head. It’s hard to tell what color his wings were to begin with, as he’s dyed them; they’re now black with a white skull on them, very hard to miss. He wears a black leather jacket over a white shirt. He wears a pair of blue denim genes.
Quite a backward sort according to some, preferring to remain in the forests of Contiki, keeping and tending them. Most are naturally grass types, though curiously there have been several varieties, most notably fire types, as it is rumored that the clan nearly died out over a millenia ago, the lone survivors a Venusaur and a Charizard, left to rebuild all that was lost. They keep no secrecy from New Ginseng, at times bringing their wounded or coming to participate in the local celebrations. Some have even stayed to bud off from the clan and integrate themselves fully into the city life. The clan consists of a few close-knit families, perhaps thirty to forty in number, with the eldest female serving as their matriarch. They have no permanent place of residence within the forests, though they may settle in a newly burned portion to help the regrowth from time to time. The heads of the families identify themselves with a simple leather collar in varying colors, and the matriarch wears a similar collar but with a small bell in the center. They say it was a simple habit of respect, which passed into tradition with time, started by the survivor of old, and continued on as the clan reachieved its former glory.
George is a Butterfree morph and Gracie is a Beedrill morph. They were best friends for years, and they always settled arguments with fights. Despite what their elders kept telling them, they both liked this method above talking. Any time that there was an attack of some kind against the clan, you could always find them in the front lines. It was the only time they could fight without being told to stop.
They took a vacation one year to Ginseng and went to the Bash n’ Brawl. After seeing how fighting was held so highly there, and having the clan called a number of insulting things by the stronger mon there decided to try and do something about it. They went to the Matriarch of the clan to try and start up at least a real defense force, perhaps even some kind of fighting force to travel around and collect badges and give the Septa a better image. This was shot right down by all the elders.
Months went by, and the pair could only get a couple morphs and mon who would support the force if the Matriarch agreed. Then Seprala stole the Matriarch’s collar. This was the chance they were looking for. They went to the Matriarch and offered to bring the collar and Seprala back, in exchange she would let the force be made. They didn’t get her to agree to that, but she did promise to “Give the idea great thought.”
Thanks to a bet they lost to Zitix, they've given up the hunt for Seprala and instead have gone into business with her. Forming the Ateps they're now good friends. He has taken an abandoned conservatory and fixed it up as a gift for Seprala. In order to get the city to let him, he said that he would also turn it into a gym. Now he is the leader of The Conservatory.
Currently, he’s a mass of confused emotions. He loves Helio and knows that she loves him back. No problem there. Seprala on the other hand...he loves her, but last he knew she’s not sure how she feels about him.
George is normally calm. He likes to think things through and plan ahead...way ahead. He’s a fan of comic book villain’s overly complicated plans. He’s much harder to anger then Gracie.