Mordecai, Gentleman of the Bayou!
Let me tell ya a story bout ol’ Mordecai, child. Bout the Bayou and a polite fool who finds his home there. Place like that ain’t made for just anyone, a person can lose themselves in the Bayou…it eats you whole if you let it. When Mordecai first went missin…we thought he’d just been another poor soul lost in the swamp. Poor Mordecai, we thought. A man who was hard to hate and found the bright side in everything.
Turns out not even the treacherous swamp could conquer that man, in fact he even took a liking to the place. Treacherous mud? Mordecai calls it “fun”. Can’t grow food? Mordecai developed what he calls a “unique palette”. And the smell? Smells like home to ol’ Mordecai.
Point is, you ain’t never seen a trainer quite like him. Now I know what you’re thinkin, mostly boring water-types round them parts? Right you are, child, some right strong ones too, he’d be tellin ya, if ye bothered to look.
Heh, what’s that? Lookin to challenge this hearty ol’ gentleman of the wilds? Well, boy, don’t be botherin with the Bayou, not this time. Ol’ Mordecai’s off to the PPL Aus. But if you need yourself a Bayou Badge, then go show Mordecai your strength and your style. He loves a good tussle.
“Come one come all, let us revel in this fair establishment and have a most splendiferous bout! Fair warning, do keep your wits about you, lest you end up sunk like the rest of ’em.”
