magmaticflamberge: (Wine)
I don't normally RP OCs, but Edmond is very dear to me. I created him in one of my Pokémon fanfics as an antagonist for Steven Stone in summer 2005. I haven't gotten him out of my head since.

So here's his deal. )
magmaticflamberge: (Thinking)
Edmond's nice dress shoes aren't quite made for an uphill hike on Jagged Pass.

And yet there he is, clad in a nice suit - black slacks and red blazer - and threatening to fall ruinously at almost every step on the steep slopes. The legs of his slacks are ruined, the fine fabric gray with volcanic ash and dirt. His loyal Zangoose, obviously oblivious to the concept of dressing more or less adequately for an occasion, sprints on, several feet ahead of him, considerate enough to turn every few steps to check that his Trainer is safe.

Finally, the barren top of Mount Chimney comes in sight, its rocks a reddish brown. At that, Edmond stops and closes his eyes, breathing deeply while rivulets of tears stream across his cheeks. "Can you feel it, Fang? His energy pulsating at the heart of the mountain... Our God, the almighty Groudon is near!" Producing a fine handkerchief from one of his pockets, he wipes tears, ash and sweat from his face. "He's the only one... who can give me the answers I seek."
magmaticflamberge: (Mischievous smile)
How long had he wanted this?

Edmond's lifelong dream was now a band of gold around his finger, a small, round ruby encrusted on the smooth surface. Metal shining like sunshine, stone burning like lava. Nothing else could be such a glorious synthesis of both Team Magma's goals and what Edmond and Maxie shared.

He was now married to Mother Earth's only hope. The single most beautiful, brilliant and powerful man on the planet. For many years, nothing could stop Edmond's love for him, and now their bond was sacred, set in stone... Literally, he thought, moving his hand slightly to make the ruby on his wedding ring twinkle in the light.

For Maxie, he had given everything, and he was ready to give more, so much more. Together, they had smiled and loved. Up to now, they had been free. But now things had changed. And Edmond hoped that his husband understood that a bond was primarily that - a bond. A set of duties, beautifully mutual.

Sitting on a red velvet chair, before the fire he had just lit in the fireplace, Edmond let his thoughts drift. Had his first marriage failed because he had let his wife do whatever she wanted? Were they driven to divorce because Edmond hadn't been strict with her?

Well. He did not yet know exactly what mistake he had made then, but, whatever it was, he was determined not to make it now.

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Edmond V. Flamberge

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