Hopefully this doesn't wind up being too objectionable. Here we go.

Name: Nora is the most recent one.
Species: Lilligant. Thankfully hard to confuse with the other important Lilligant...
Gender: FEMININE
Age: 29
Team: Gracedia Order

Description: Her deviations from the ideal of a Lilligant are outstandingly numerous. Her floral crown remains tightly budded, indicating a severe lack of proper physical care and treatment. Her aroma is laced with a variety of filthy substances to the point where it has been said she might secretly be a poison type. Her eyes are a rather striking orange-red. Finally, and most disconcertingly for some, the massive leaf that could be said to be her hair isn't a singular leaf-it's a multitude of thin, blade-like leaves that, mercifully to most, aren't really sharp.

For most occasions, she's simply in a small red getup with a t-shirt of varying colors and such, and more often than not a certain scandalous scarlet skirt. For more fanciful occasions she has a beautiful ballroom dress in a deep blue but that usually collects dust in her closet. For anything dirty, she switches the scarlet skirt for denim. All-in-all, she's really hard to confuse for the queen. It makes the suggestion that Nora and Queen Tanya are related by blood ridiculous.

Personality: Two words. Wanton Hedonist. She has partaken in nearly every pleasure, legal or otherwise, that anyone could ever conceive of. She doesn't 'stay away' from dangerous drugs, they're simply too impractical for her to get on a continuous basis, or she doesn't actually like those drugs. The only reliable time she's sober is when she drives-and Nora doesn't drive. She uses some of the more convenient technology of the Gracedia order to cover up her considerable usage of all things nicotine, or failing that, air fresheners. And she isn't married-that would make her less appealing for her fellow Pokemon, male, female or otherwise. Her tastes stop at bloodshed-she is not a fan of the Tempest Games. She isn't outright disapproving, she just doesn't find killing others to be very interesting at all, compared to her other viceful actions. All in all, people look at her and see a waste of oxygen.

Most would be surprised that its this hyper-hedonistic 'waste of oxygen' is the top assassin of choice for the Gracedia Order. She doesn't look dangerous in the slightest-a virtue for those who get their hands that dirty. The odds of her being impaired by her vices while she does her work are almost certain-which made her slip by suspicion on the grounds that she was simply too impaired to reasonably do it, and passed up as too obvious, something easily played up. It's precisely for these secretive virtues that she's often deployed for black ops work and has yet to be outright caught for murder. She's been imprisoned for mild offenses here and there, yes, and she's been tried for murder once, but that was before her foray into the world of shadowy contracts and murders. It is also why she finds the bloody killing of others in mortal combat perfectly uninteresting. She's gotten into enough interesting situations already. Comparatively, the televised warfare games are routine slaughterfests that bore.

Her relationship with the Gracedia Order is simple: they pay her, and she does her job well enough to tolerate her eccentricities and intoxication. She's not been outright caught by the Black Lotus, but she's been forced to reconsider her work options after they realized that she had been around the sights where certain high-ranking Black Lotus agents have died of queer 'accidents.' Nora finds their territories a fairly welcome change of pace as well; she's grown used enough to smog and pollution that her experiences within their territories were a very rare kind of pleasure for her, rare enough that she would consider her operations to be somewhat more 'partisan' than what she did before. All-in-all, she would consider herself relatively loyal to the Order.

Background: She doesn't really know herself. She isn't really an amnesiac, it's just that her oldest memory by far is her six-year old self stealing bread from some grocery store. No parents, no home, a dirty orphan girl with no orphanages around-merely some sympathetic hobos she's long since forgotten about. She knew she lived in Lytala city and was likely born there-but that was it. She was taught the lessons of shadow and crime, proving herself an adequate pickpocket and larcenist. In her teenage years, when Queen Tanya took control of Liao, she fancied herself as her long-lost sibling or such in the manner of all teenagers and their changeling fantasies, but her drastic difference in appearance (and income) eventually innured her to the idea, and she found her criminal enterprises fun enough. The precise details are foggy to her, but it was around her younger years that she picked up her bad habits-her attraction to alcahol, nicotine, Swift and other dangerous drugs began roughly in her years.

Her first murder was at the age of fourteen. It was the only murder she was ever caught for. She was deemed not guilty on the grounds of self-defense; her victim was a really filthy piece of work with no political power whatsoever, and a known serial rapist. The legal system the Black Lotus had installed was apathetic to the young Petilil's lack of decent living conditions, but she was basically a free Pokemon. The only reward she got out of it was recognition by some rather shadowy figures. Nora never knew who they were, not even their species, but their jobs were simple enough. Just go to random places, say something semi-inane, pick things up, and drop them off to others without making a bit fuss. No big deal. Her rewards were her favorite drugs, alcahol, money, a Blaze Gem, and eventually a sun stone to evolve. And they weren't too unfriendly.

Then other figures came out. A Charmelelon there, an Aggron here, some cloaked weirdo in-between, clowns to the left, jokers to the right, and here she was, suddenly finding herself being hired as a killer, a spy, a master thief-a professional rogue. Her names (and as she found, she would need more than one) were whispered in shadows blacker than a double midnight, and she started to command respect of the underworld. She found herself 'friendly' with firearms, knives, and her own relatively beguiling appearance (and/or Attract) to perform increasingly dangerous feats of murder, subterfuge and theft, with her adversaries and employers finding themselves increasingly more dangerous by the week. She grew to know the Black Market and all of its intricacies, and she learned, slowly, of fellow names like her own-the names of the masters of crime like herself. It was hard for anyone to say where she made the transition from filthy urchin thief to one of Liao's greatest criminals, but by the time she had suffocated a high-ranking Onyx Circle member just after she secured and copied a dossier about a mole in the Gracedia Order in Jadeblossom, anyone who knew of her knew better than to think she was just some stoner girl-and those who did know were very, very few.

That included the Black Lotus, who started to realize that the rather effective freelance assassin they had often put to use had this uncanny knack for being close-by whenever some of their own were killed in 'accidents' like overdoses or drunken driving. The moves against her were subtle movements-her jobs that weren't from the Black Lotus started drying up and apartments she frequented were suddenly prone to losing and gaining new residents without much warning. They were not competent nor subtle enough, however. Nora quickly realized that living in territory that the Black Lotus had under their own control was no longer feasible, and thus decided that she ought to start considering where she ought to throw in her lot. She would have been right at home in the 'territory' of the Steel Scavengers if she hadn't been behind that sabotage of their efforts to take Petrox city out of Black Lotus hands. She didn't want to risk the idea that they didn't forgive or forget that-or that they could even know. The Prankster Platoon, meanwhile, was filled with the kind of people like herself-the kind that didn't look dangerous but were, which would mean her ability to do the things she would normally do, by simple association, would dry up. Plus, she didn't like chaos for the sake of chaos. She wasn't into painting destroyed tanks into colorful insults. That itself would oust her as not belonging, and in precisely the wrong kind of way to boot.

Her allegiance with the Gracedia Order was ultimately one of convenience. They had been characterized as a bit 'fond' of grass-types due to their eco-friendly agenda. Certainly, a relatively unassuming (if hedonistic) grass-type like herself could easily go for a trip there without raising suspicion. But, more importantly, by sheer coincidence, she hadn't really dealt against them. She hadn't done much for them-discovering that mole in Jadeblossom was about it. But that would certainly make joining them much easier.

Thus, one rather hot summer night, many of her neighbors had found themselves sluggish and sleepy, while she casually checked out of a room, bribed a taxi driver with rather compromising information about his private life, and from there managed to ride Highway 10 all the way to Jadeblossom without a hitch. From there, she-after much hinting that she certainly had no relationship whatsoever with the charming Leafeon that had ousted that Quagsire as a mole for the Black Lotus-managed to ingrain herself within their dirtiest business.

In all of this, she never really thought she would grow attached to the faction. She had no real opinion on all of this green nonsense-or hadn't, until she moved. Most of her work was plied in and around the urban territories of the Black Lotus. Smoggy skies, filthy alleyways, and glaring neon was her world, and she hadn't gone farther from the city than Heledge before. She never felt sick, but she hadn't felt as healthy as she had in her life until she moved. She went back to the bigger cities under Black Lotus control, of course, but she never put much stock into how oddly invigorating the whole place was until she actually went there. She never stopped being a massive hedonist, to the irritation of her newer contacts-but she felt she could really work for them for the long term. And she is, for now.

Starting Blaze Jewel: Normal. She's managed to get a fake tooth just to hide it.

Other: Her ability is Own Tempo; her 'job' means she has versatile experience in various types of firearms and poisons, but she mostly relies upon her moves to do the majority of her work. And no; she knows nothing of Ante beyond what most do. Her jobs haven't gotten that political until she joined the Order, and none of them have been that risky. She hasn't picked up hints of it along the way, either-apart from the fact that Ante doesn't make you immune to poison... If Ante even really exists.