The Imarri Or Plains Dragon, Shown Here In The Nude For Reference And Documentation. They Wear Clothes,

The Imarri or Plains Dragon, shown here in the nude for reference and documentation. They wear clothes, don't worry.

The continent of Har Fang has no native apes and has been isolated from the rest of the planet for millions of years. The Plains Dragon was the first species to achieve sapience here, separated into two populations by a mountain range, the Anorri and the Imarri.

Also called "Lesser Dragons" or "Winged Fire Drakes", though the Imarri consider these names insults, having being used by the Anorri to diminish them and elevate themselves as "superior beings".

The Anorri, having found a powerful source of shaping magic, rapidly advanced technologically and mutated themselves to the point that they looked nothing like their Plains Dragon ancestors or Imarri cousins.

When the ice wall started advancing, most of the Anorri perished, and those that managed to flee into modern known Har Fang violently displaced the Imarri out of their ancestral lands.

The Imarri today are found in scattered populations along the southern edge of Har Fang in areas deemed too resource poor to settle by the Anorri.

While it varies from culture to culture, and even individually, most Imarri today are neutral to friendly towards humans. As long as one does not intrude on their territories without prior warning and does not steal any of their already meager resources, they see no reason to despise humans.

An exception to this is the Badlands, also known as the island of Ketcharri. There, a culture emerged containing both Imarri and Humans as equals.

The same courtesy does not apply to the Anorri, who mostly see them as primitive savages at best and pests to be eradicated at worst.

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EVERYONE SAY HI TO MY GOOFY OC. her name is professor tuckamore and she's the worst ever.

After a trip to Cinnabar Island, Tuckamore's course of life was changed forever. She saw something on the coastline that shouldn't have been there—something that shouldn't have existed at all. After finding no plausible explanation for what it could've been, she took to Pokemon research herself, forever searching after that forbidden variable.

Basically, Tuckamore researches (or TRIES to research) the in-universe equivalent of glitches, glitch Pokemon, and random number generation. The effectiveness of her methods tend to vary wildly and mostly involve doing stuff that makes absolutely no sense to anyone. When they inexplicably end up working, no one really knows to make of it. Her team includes a Porygon-Z, two Chatot, and a Bad EGG. more fun facts about her beneath the cut...

Lives in Sinnoh

Unknown where she got her PhD from, or if she has one at all

Has a Porygon-Z because duh, and 2 Chatot because of Gen 4/5 RNG Chatter manipulation. All her Pokemon are Normal-type birds. BIRD/NORMAL. MISSINGNO JOKE

Her Bad EGG just showed up one day. She has no idea what it is or what to do with it, but she's afraid of angering it.

Tuckamore cracked the code of her reality's random number generation. The discovery that everything is predetermined and can be both predicted and influenced by seemingly nonsensical actions permanently altered her outlook on life, and she sought to use this knowledge for the greater good. Unfortunately, no one believes her, because flipping a coin on a Poketch app for an hour straight to somehow change the course of reality sounds completely stupid.

Has seen the Mystery Zone. Didn't come back the same.

Once rode a bicycle at record-breaking speeds in the middle of Jubilife City. There WERE injuries involved. For some reason, explaining to the authorities that she was "tweaking" did not help her case.

Refuses to return to Kanto—says she's afraid of "breaking reality"

Her Chatot try to sit on the Bad EGG to warm it up. She has to chase them away with a broom because god knows what would happen if that thing hatched.

Her Chatot's Chatter sounds exactly like when you blow into the broken microphone of an old DS. It's just this horrible screech.

if you think about it, every time we tranquilize animals to transport them safely to another place, we are the sleep paralysis demon