ELITE, NOX GRIMMLY

NOX GRIMMLY

History

Nox was not born in Kanto. Instead she grew up memorizing the docks in Slateport, hiding on top of ships - causing mischief and mayhem like most should. Her father was a police officer, her mother a sailor. Both were distant and she found herself killing time by practicing her pick-locking skills and sneaking into her father's gun cabinet. As the family of hers slowly started to tear at the seams, it was easy for her to turn target practice into an outlet. Soup cans turned into beer bottles, which turned into flying objects as her mother filed for divorce, her father turned to drinking and her brother took every cent they had to flee hoenn. 

The gun cabinet was sold, badge taken and suddenly she learned to hide split lips and bruises from a father's angry fists. Frustration without an outlet turned to fights on the playground, and grades began to drop. Words swam in front of her face and teachers tried to soothe her ddiagnosisof dyslexia with a smile, but she went home and let her bangs grow out to cover the bruises that would spot above her eyebrows. 

Just like her brother, she tried to escape the hellhole but with hardly a nickel to her name - she turned to street fights and common thievery. She didn't obtain a pokemon in the traditional sense, rather picked up Camiel from a stranger. From there, she and the mischievous ghost put their heads together. Camiel would haunt a building, Nox would enter the scene and manage to subdue the savage beast and get paid for 'heroic actions'. As time grew on, she got stronger, she got tougher. She got colder, the blood in her so cold she expected to freeze. 

She stole her first egg, by accident and it hatched into Decarab much to her dismay. It was a street fight gone wrong that left her beat in the dirt, broken arm and rust on her tongue. It was a poster sign, half worn away in a puddle that acted like a shining beacon. A poster bragging of a secret meeting for potential rocket recruits. There was a taste of irony that night when she dragged herself to the meeting, that the daughter of a police officer would become a team rocket grunt. She was given a gun and a mission and it felt good to have a goal. The pay was nice and her gun would become as much as a partner to her than Camiel and Decarab combined. Months turned into years and she climbed the ranks slowly but surely - a dead-set gunslinger who had a love for ghosts and could put a bullet in your brain without so much as a flinch.