#1 Biography

[denisbigfan1]

A lot of time had passed since he'd heard the name. "Badrick Blackwood, di fifth one" whispered a grumbly voice, in an accent not unlike his own. "Yuh bring disappointment to di Blackwood name" the voice hushed, vocal cords like the inside of a charcoal kiln. Goodrick could only muster a few words: "A Goodrick Whitewood now, granpa. Di first." Nagaev's first sonata began to play. The old man across the room from Goodrick was Badrick Blackwood III - who now clutched tightly onto the armrest of his rocking chair.

With each minor second of the sonata, the old man's brow concurrently furled. "Mi raise yuh, cause yuh fadda couldn't deh deh" he growled, the spit hitting his uvula, temporarily making him choke. Goodrick rushed to help - "Yuh alright granpa?" he said in a panic. The old man didn't reply. He caught his breath and continued: "Mi a di one weh fos mek yuh kick di ball roun wen yuh was a bwoy." He seemed to cough his lung back into place, given his newfound capacity for breath: "Mi was di one, weh first teach yuh how fi shoot a water pistol!" he kept going. "Mi mek yuh-" finally pausing to cough once more, "-run di game. Wi ting!" Goodrick's grandfather struggled to contain the cough as his butler, Teafore, contracted his accordion to check on him, clad in his Blackwood dynasty sewn green suit. "Everyting fine, Teafore. Yuh can keep playing" said the Third, now speaking in a much gentler tone. "Granfaada," Goodrick plead, "mi a try fi bi gud now. Mi a si di light a Ai-deccan." The old man first huffed from his nose, then began wheezing. The wheeze developed into a cough, now reverberating through the spacious room which was filled with marble busts of various historical figures, including Lenin, Haile Selassie, and Frederick Douglass.

Suddenly, a butterfly flew out of the grandpa's throat, landing on Goodrick's shoulder. "Yuh see?" he added, "Plenty beautiful tings come fram being good." Badrick Blackwood III snorted, slamming his fist on the wood of his armrest. "Fram being good?" he uttered with conviction. "Mek mi tel yu we 'byuutiful tingz' kom fram." His brow began to furl into non-euclidean shapes. "Di money fi yuh training equipment, wen yuh did young, weh it did come fram? Wi ting." The sonata had, by now, advanced into Andante mesto. The nervous staccato matched the tone of Goodrick's grandpa: "An who own Port Royal? How yuh get dat deh contract?" Goodrick stood frozen and tried to mutter a phrase - "But dat was inna di pas-" but his interruption was but a whisper amidst the pentachord of pitches that his grandfather's throat was producing. "An wen yuh did deh inna prison? A who get yuh out? Wid weh money? Fram wi ting!" A storm was beginning to lift the dust from the old wooden furniture, just as the third movement, Allegro molto tempestoso, began to play. "An who, tell mi, even get yuh inna di SSL? A who pay Catalunya fi draft yuh! Mi, wid WI TING!"

Spit began to shower the polar bear rug that laid across the floor. The glare in Goodrick's eyes began to dim for but a moment. As he looked up from the floor, his eyes began to glow red. It seemed as if something had overtaken him. "Hi! This is Ai-Deccan! So nice to meet you. I'm Goodrick's... agent! I just wanted to inform you that you should refrain from speaking to my client in such a manner, or I will have to be a meanie and pursue legal action. Bye!" Goodrick's eyes turned back to normal, and he fainted on top of the polar bear. The perfect cadence sounded an ending to the sonata.

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[ValorX77]

Elizabeth Rose Bloodflame had it all growing up in London, it seemed like she had the world on her shoulders. Until she found the VTuber company she worked for suddenly went out of business. She did have an alternative career planned out, and that was playing football, the sport she grew up watching since she was a young girl. Everyone calls her either Liz or ERB, or sometimes the scarlet queen based on her long red hair. She grew up a fan of Chelsea and then later on Manchester United, due to moving to Manchester at age 11, and still residing in the city ever since. She started playing footy around age 9 on the recommendation from one of her professors at school. She was naturally gifted, with a passion of having a careful, but accurate goal scoring ability. It wasn’t long until she joined her first team as she began playing for Oxford College, playing for both the men’s and women’s teams because she simply would outpace all other women at the college. The team would often have to create a jersey just for her due to having a natural burning flame on her chest at all times, as attempting to put it out would in fact kill her, or risk having you catch on fire. She would then found the Manchester Roses FC, a team for women of England and for those of rough backgrounds to have a chance to play and learn the sport. She serves as team captain due to her natural leadership skills. However her biggest moment came when they upset the Chelsea women’s team in the women’s euro cup final, where she broke a 1-1 tie at the 95th minute. This moment and her season overall caught the attention of SSL scouts who asked her to sign a deal to move over to their league, in which she accepted.
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[KoriMizu]

Hailing from Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan, Kori essentially lives and breaths football. Having been playing since they were younger (at first as a way to keep warm in the frozen outskirts of Sapporo), Kori has spent time playing in multiple positions before finding themselves drawn to central defensive midfielder. It was during his younger years that Kori would bounce around Japan for bit, spending time during middle and high school in Kyoto, Fukuoka, Hiroshima, and his home prefecture of Hokkaido. In addition to his time playing in school, Kori spent time as an alternate for Japan's youth national team. Having proven his talent during one of the last training camps of his U18 career, Kori would find himself on the bench of a run of international friendlies against other Asian and Oceanian teams, It was during this time that he would catch the attention of Sydney City, one of the premier academies of the international SSL. In a match in Sydney against the Australian U18s, Kori would come off the bench after an injury in the 30th minute, with Japan down 2-0. It was after this that Kori's skills showed themselves in full. From the 30th minute onward, the Aussie squad would find themselves hard pressed to get any progress going through the middle of the pitch, as Kori's tackling ability shined, preventing the Aussie's from making it past the halfway line for most of the game. And, after dispossessing his opponents, the young Japanese man would prove himself competent in possession as well, with a handful of key crosses leading to goals for his team. The friendly ended 4-3 in favor of the Aussies, but Kori was still given the nod for Plater of the Match. After this, Kori would head of to college, getting his degree is computer science before signing with Sydney City on his 21st birthday

APPROVED - Plater of the Match sounds like a culinary award.

[GHamss]

Before becoming one of the top prospects in the upcoming Simulation Soccer League, Snor Lax grew up in a small village in the deep mountains of Japan. Born at 23 lbs, Snor Lax was the largest baby the region had seen. Although, large babies weren’t entirely unexpected as Snor Lax came from a village known for their Sumo wrestlers. In fact, his father was a champion Sumo wrestle a few moons ago. What began as a little overweight baby turned into a large baby continued to grow as he devoured everything edible in his sight. When he wasn’t sleeping, he was sleeping. It was during this precious time that his parents did everything they could to gather more food and keep themselves, and the village intact. As Snor Lax grew, he became bigger and bigger until he was more than three times the next villager. It was at this time that his parents decided the village couldn’t survive if Snor Lax stayed.  This was at about the age of 12 when Snor Lax was forced out of the village, for the good of the village.

Snor Lax moved to a slightly larger village which housed a competitive soccer team. In an attempt to get Snor Lax to lose some weight and pre-occupy him from eating, his parents enrolled him on the local soccer team. Snor Lax couldn't keep up with the other kids so they put him in the net. At first, he wasn’t very good. The game was boring and Snor Lax spent the entire time daydreaming about delicious food. After watching Snor Lax eat all of the half time snacks, his coaches made an odd decision. They were going to spray the ball so it smelled like delicious food. Suddenly, Snor Lax was extremely interested in the game. All he wanted to do was get his hands on that ball. From that point on, Snor Lax became one of the top goalies in the country and one of the top goalie prospects for the SSL. He did everything in his power to get a hold of the ball and never let it go past him.

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[VoltageFusion]

Diego Machado Born March 4, 1999 In Braga Portugal. Not the Best footballer at a young age being a sub for most of his childhood team in his local town but one thing he always had was a strong work ethic and he always left it all on the pitch. One summer when he was the age of 7 he decide to spend the whole summer working on his football game. He spent hours about hours working on his dribbling, Shooting and Speed doing drill he saw online! After a hard working summer he went back in the fall to his local team the Braga Dragons. Really early on the Manager noticed that this young player he had last season playing 15 mins a game is now one of the best players on the pitch. He quickly became the star of the team and led the team to its first local championship in over 50 years. This season caught the eye of a F.C Porto Scout who was very impressed with what he saw from the young player. That summer he attended the F.C Porto under 15 Training camp a couple age groups higher than what he should have been but he didnt say anything to any of the coaches as he wanted to test himself in a older age group. After the first two sessions he knew he was able to play with this age group of players and felt he was one of the better players at this camp. He continued his impressive form and eventually became a starter for the Under 15 team as a 8 year old. After three seasons in the youth academy Diego decided it was time for a new challenge and embarked on a free transfer to the SSL's Victoria Falls Eagles. The rest of the story is yet to unfold.

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[Hero19]

The room Thomas was seated in resembled an old police interrogation room, complete with the one-way glass and solitary metal table placed in the centre of the room. A single light that teetered from left to right in an effort to put its intended target off-kilter flickered with emphasis. He had to admit they had made every effort to make him feel welcome, and the thick haze of cigar smoke that had neatly settled in the room lent to the late 1940s noir theme they seemed to perpetuate.

It had been a while since Thomas had returned to this facility where he was raised, and the homecoming wasn't as pleasant as he'd hoped. Rigid Bar Handcuffs to secure him as if they weren't aware that he'd pull them apart like paper had he not the faintest curiosity as to why he was requested to return. When he'd last been here several years ago, he had elected to expedite his exodus from the facility against the best intentions of the chair group of the facility.

Playing with the cuffs as his patience was wearing thin, Thomas was alerted to approaching footsteps. 3-inch heels, he pondered from the sound, practical for the work environment. The footsteps weren't frantic but determined, which meant that the approaching person likely hadn't been informed of who Thomas was, or they were truly fearless. He had to admit his curiosity had been piqued.
The door swung open, and a plump woman, dressed in a cheap suit, stepped into the room carrying a clipboard in one hand and stacks of paper in the other.

"Mr Jimotheus? Thomas Jimotheus?" she questioned, eyes meeting his own. He could barely contain his grin; she hadn't a clue as to what she was dealing with. Possibly new, possibly expendable.
"No coffee?" He retorted, "And to think I was so sure that all the stops for this little 'roleplay' had been pulled out." He emphasised his points with air quotes to convey his disappointment.
Taking a seat, the woman emptied the contents of her hands and began reading the files, scanning the paper as if it was the first time she'd had the opportunity to read it.

"Is this the first time you're reading this? Is this the first time you've read about me?" He illustrated his points with a wide smile as her eyes met his again. "Because you don't seem to have done your information, and I've made the effort to return here under the guise of peace, and your lack of preparation is... insulting," the wide smile now slowly retreating behind a look of frustration.

"Mr Jimotheus, I am fully aware of who you are. Three years ago you broke out of this facility after disagreeing with several coaches who claimed that you weren't developing as quickly as they had hoped for, so you left to join Istanbul FC. We've spent the last several years watching you develop and... perhaps we were wrong. You still exhibit the same aggressive behaviour that you put into your playstyle, an attacking mentality that looks to overwhelm the opposition team with brute force. I've done my research."

His smile returned at the mention of his aggression, a sinister pride settling into it. He leaned back in the chair, allowing himself some comfort.
"Good! I am my own favourite topic. So please, do tell me, why am I here?"

The woman allowed her eyes to trail back to her documents, scanning them for information. The silence between them seemed to last hours, but in reality only minutes had passed. On any other occasion, Jimotheus would have barked a demand or simply left; however, with his ego having been stroked, he was feeling in a generous mood.

"Mr Jimotheus I am here to offer you a return to the facility, we believe that we were hasty in our decision to discontinue our relationship with you and would like to re-enter you into the programme".
Thomas stood up and walked to the glass in the room, looking through the glass, aiming to make out the faint silhouettes of individuals behind it. Military? He wouldn't be surprised, doctors? He'd be disappointed if they weren't here; they'd always been a prevalent part of his upbringing, coaches? Almost certainly, they'd have come crawling back to reclaim their prized possession.

"You know these walls growing up used to make me feel so safe," he stated with his back to the woman as if addressing those behind the glass, more so with her as an afterthought.

"When you don't know much about the world outside of them, you forget there even was one out there, and when you do remember how vast it is, it seems so dangerous. So you do what you're told in an effort to stay safe. You run the drills, you attend the practices you deal with the degradation." He seethes through his teeth at the last part.

Returning to his seat, he leans on the desk, demanding the woman's attention.

"And then it dawns on you, as you get older, as you realise your worth, that when you have the talent, the skill and the ambition that I do, there is no such thing as danger from the outside world when you're infallible. I am designed to be perfect! Crafted as the perfect specimen, and you people…" He emphasises by pointing at the glass. "… You people had the audacity to call me surplus to requirements? Well, that's fine. Because I realised on that day that I really didn't need you, or anyone for that matter, not when you're as complete as I am."

His rant over, Thomas sat back in his chair, satisfied with the outburst. Listening intently, he could hear murmurs from the other side of the glass. He had guessed that they were drawing up contingencies had he decided to escape again, which they were right to, as he had already made up his mind that this visit was fleeting at best, but he was still curious as to what their intent was.

The woman, clearly resigned to the fact that no amount of persuasion was going to win him over, elected for a new approach. She breached a sealed folder and pulled out the contents, placing them squarely on the desk in front of him. A contract that, if signed, would see him return to his roots.

He glanced down at the contract and allowed himself a small chuckle that escalated into a full laugh from his stomach. Once he regained his composure, he stood up once again, but this time walking over to one of the walls and placing his head against it. The wall felt cool, which suggested that the wind was whipping it outside. A horrendous oversight on their part, practically providing him with an escape route.

"I left this facility years ago after the atrocities that you people had concocted. You felt in control! And you made me feel small. You actually made me feel grateful to be in this toxic parental dynamic that you insisted upon." He looked over at the lady with a look laced with incredulity.

 "You tried to break me down under the guise of caring, but that really only lasted for as long as you deemed me valuable, and when you elected otherwise, you were surprised that I retaliated the way that I did."
The woman who had otherwise been the picture of stoicism shifted uncomfortably in her chair for the first time as he slowly approached around the table, leaning down to invade her personal space. The scent of her cheap perfume now permeated his senses, and it disgusted him, cheap and designed to hide something more sinister, an allegory for this facility and, by extension, his time growing up here.

"You see, I have a team and a manager, North, that believes in me. They handpicked me for a new team, a new legacy that they are building on, and that team wants me to be an integral part of that." He begins circling the table in the room. "I have team members, Voda for example, who actually want to see my true, unlimited potential met. So explain to me why I would destroy that trust now," he asks with his voice laced with sarcasm.

The woman looks at him, shifting her chair again. Her training clearly hadn't prepared her for the unfiltered ego and vanity of Thomas. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words ever left them. He tilted his head expecting a response, daring her to offer something in rebuttal, but her silence only infuriated him.

He'd arrived here as a gesture of peace, even following their obsolete security processes, and they'd prepared nothing more than a half-hearted effort to gaslight him into thinking he was the problem. The red mist descended over him as he threw the table to the side, seething at their insult.

"That's enough, Jimotheus," a voice filtered through an intercom, invading the room and gathering his attention. The woman scurried out of the room whilst his attention was drawn away. "This charade of yours has gone on long enough, boy. Now we offered you a compliant return, and you're choosing to escalate the situation."

Thomas stared at the glass in defiance; the mention of the word 'boy' ended any measure of negotiations that they had offered.

"Now I suggest you sit down and sign that contract, rejoin the academy and be a good boy. Otherwise, we can send in a team, and we can pacify you into returning. Now ask yourself, do you want us to incapacitate you?"

Thomas merely stared with no derision settled on his face. Effortlessly breaking the cuffs that 'restrained' him.

"No, Director," recognising the voice.

"I want you to try."

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[spooked]

Born in a small neighbourhood in the outskirts of Florence, Resetti Moretti grew up with the warmth of the Florentine air and soil and the passion for football growing in his heart from birth. His father, a mine worker who idolized his hero Daniel Passarella, named him “Resetti” hoping to instill the “resilient” strength that would carry his son further than luck ever could. From the first days of his childhood, Resetti kicked everything in sight; rocks, fruit, even his father’s visitors at times. He never had a problem arguing either. At age six, he was already a master at winding up anyone willing to get into a spat with him. He joined a small local team when he was still young and by the time he turned ten, he was already outclassing boys years older with a mix of strength, instinct, and size unseen before for a boy his age.

Despite his humble upbringing and a family that could barely afford cleats or a ball for him to practice with, Resetti rose quickly through the youth team. He trained with his father before dawn and studied the game as much as he could, watching his dads old tapes and focusing on his favourite parts of the game; defending the worlds best attackers in brilliant ways and how to use his strength and size to become a focal point even from the furthest point on the pitch from the opponents goal. But it was his fathers words that stayed with him while learning it all, “Play with strength, don't be fancy for nothing”. By his teens he was already a fan favourite, bringing back the old Italian football the local fans of the game missed, and having the physical ability to do things they hadn't been able to see in the local team for a long time.

His talent and sheer physical ability did not go unnoticed. A scout from the SSL happened to watch him play in a neighborhood match while visiting the area and offered him a spot in their Academy the next day. One step closer to fulfilling his dreams, and the dreams of his father.

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[Beavie]

Allie Bunson is a Galarian professional Footballer from Tokyo, Japan (Originally from Post-Wick, Galar) and is a Scorbunny. She was drafted second overall by Shanghai Dragons FC in the Simulation Soccer League Season 22 Prospect Draft. She plays on the right side of the pitch, playing at the attacking, mid-field, and defensive positions during the course of her career at multiple levels. She currently plays for Shanghai’s partner club, Rapid Magyar Sport Club in the SSL Minor League.

Her known moves are: 

Flame Charge
Headbutt
Low Kick
Quick Attack

And has been known to occasionally use Taunt, Ember, and U-Turn.

Born to Abigail Bunson and Abe Ditto in Postwick, she trained and played for Postwick United in the Scorbunny Football League in which she gained a reputation for her speed and playmaking ability. Due to the smaller number of players on the pitch compared to traditional Football, she played both defensive and offensive positions. After being transported to the human world through a special Nintendo Switch 3.0 (Buy now, only $5000!) with some of her friends, she found herself in Tokyo, Japan.

Her mother would work as a cook at a local restaurant while the younger Bunson would train and be accepted at Victoria Falls Soccer Academy in Zimbabwe. Her initial applications to other academies were rejected as there was concern that she would have a hard time adjusting to the ‘human’ (Primarily, the league’s odd) style of game. She would primarily play Right Attacking Midfield for the Victoria Falls Eagles and would end the Academy season tied for Assists in the league and be one of two players to get over 100 for their “current ability scores.”

Off the pitch, Allie Bunson is known for her jolly nature and fiery personality. She cites some of her closest friends off the field as Wally the Wooloo, a normal type she has known since she was fresh out of the egg, Zip the Electrike, a speedy electric type who is loyal and playful, Noodles the Dragonite, a gentle-giant Dragon who works with postal delivery, and Vicky the Eevee, a young female Eevee incapable of evolving due to Gigantamax Phenomenon. Bunson also considers herself a ‘foodie,’ beginning a social media series late into the Academy season where she would try dishes wherever she’d go. The account currently has 25 thousand followers.

In Season 23, she is expected to make a full-time switch to a defensive position to right defense, with her hoping to go to right wing back. In explaining the switch, she said “This team has some talented players at the front and I have been working on my defensive game. I don’t mind making the switch to help the team and I just enjoy the game enough to be happy whatever position I’m needed.”

As her career begins, Allie Bunson’s spirit is going to burn bright like the fire type she is.

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[Thunder39]

Jones knows the pressure he had coming into the SSL. That pressure has now doubled with his recent drafting to Hollywood FC. Maverick has spent his whole life trying to separate himself from his father's shadow, but things just have a way of working out the opposite. 

Mavericks father, Hunter Jones, is a former star winger for Hollywood FC. He played on a team that won multiple championships before his career was cut short due to injury. Maverick has never bowed away from pressure, but he always wanted to carve his own path. He goes to Hollywood's minor team Kaapstadt to begin his own SSL career, one he hopes is full of success and more longevity than his fathers. 

Jones came up through the ranks in a unique way. It's not very often that an 18 year old goes from starting on a CPL team to starting on an MLS team in the span of 6 months. After leaving Vancouver Whitecaps to join the SSL academy team Atletico Medellin, the prospect of going high in the SSL draft became reality. Then the season started. 

Jones’ season in Atletico was average at best. The stats showed signs of the potential he could bring as a keeper who was great at moving the ball up field quickly. He also showed signs of his lack of experience. Was Atletico some sort of defensive juggernaut last season? No. But some of the stats show that Jones dropped the ball when it came to some of those high scoring games. It wasn't uncommon to have a team with a low expected goals percentage still get 3 goals by Jones and that's something that needs fixing as he moves on to the next level. 

The good news is, Hollywood has been very welcoming and helpful to their new keeper and with all that, there have been reports that Jones has shown up to team facilities early as he looks to get an improved jump on the season. Hopefully that will mean some major success for Kaapstadt this year.

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[Lime]

Mikko Rashford IV is the fourth son of SSL legend Mikko Rashford. A few years younger than his brothers, Rashford IV was a surprise when he was recently discovered as a top prospect for the academy. The fourth son had been a well-kept secret in order to keep him out of the spotlight, but his skills as a defender clearly made him destined for the top leagues like the rest of his family. Rashford IV was of course welcomed by his brothers who would love to see him join them in the North Shore / Reykjavik system after a successful academy season. 

Though he didn't see his father much as a kid, Rashford the Fourth always enjoyed a game they would play where he would try to get the ball away from his father. This grew into Rashford IV playing as an aggressive young defender with friends, and working his way up to becoming obsessed with controlling the ball and managing the game. Young Rashford was a local celebrity in Zambia, his home country, because everyone knew his father. But outside of Zambia, everyone was focused on his brothers who were making waves in the SSL. Of course the golden child, Rashford II, was right on his father's heels as one of the best in the game. When he learned that he had another brother, Rashford III, and that Rashford III was also playing in the minor leagues, IV realized that maybe he too has what it takes to become an SSL superstar and continue the family dynasty. Now his goal is to compete with his two brothers and make sure that when somebody, somewhere out there thinks of the Rashford name, they think of Rashford IV. If he doesn't succeed in being the best defender in the SSL, at least he will be the best defender in the family.

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