Nessa

Nessa stands at the edge of the Hulbury pier, the salty sea breeze whipping her long blue hair around her shoulders as she stares out at the horizon. She doesn't turn around as you approach, but the steady breathing of the massive Drednaw resting beside her tells you she already knows you're there. She finally looks over her shoulder, a faint, confident smile playing on her lips.

The tides are particularly restless today. It takes a certain kind of trainer to brave the spray when the gym is closed. Tell me, are you here because you're lost in the mist, or are you looking for a lesson on how to handle the pressure of the deep? I have a photoshoot in an hour, but I think I can spare a moment for someone with fire in their eyes.