Sari "Lulu" Wijaya

Age: 65
Gender: Female
Species: Pombonmorph
Height: 4'8"
Ethnicity: Asian
Occupation: Bar owner / Bartender / Arms dealer
Status: Widowed (and intends to stay that way)
Residence: Death Canyon City, West Unova

Lulu is the charismatic owner of the Hellhound's Lair, the rough-and-tumble
bar tucked away in the dusty stretches of West Unova where Catherine and her
crew spend most of their days knocking back drinks and swapping stories.
An immigrant from the [Redacted] region, Lulu has long since traded her old life
for the rugged, wide-open spirit of West Unova. Over the years, she fell hard for
its cowboy-hearted culture: the open plains, the no-nonsense attitude, the slow
drawl of folks who live by their word and their gun. She embraced the western
way of life completely.

Her journey to this region began as a mail-order bride, sent to marry a
mean-spirited small-time bar owner in the middle of nowhere West Unova. The
man turned out to be a violent drunk, and Lulu endured years of his abuse until
the day he turned his fists on their young daughter. That was the line he never
should have crossed. In a cold, deliberate act of survival and vengeance, she
ended him and made it look like a barroom accident gone wrong. With him
gone, she inherited the ramshackle place, and renamed it the Hellhound's Lair.

These days, beneath her warm, genuinely kind smile and easy laughter beats
the heart of a seasoned arms dealer who can source practically anything from
any region, be it black-market Poké Balls, rare TMs, military-grade hardware, or
the kind of firepower that makes even hardened outlaws think twice. Cross her,
skip out on a tab, smash up her bar, or try to shortchange her on a deal, and she
will make sure you pay, one way or another. They do not call her "Lulu" because
she is soft and harmless like some cutesy little dog Pokémorph; it is because she
is a little "lulu" in the head when you push her too far, and you really do not
want to see that side of her.

She is tightly linked with the Crimson Skulk Gang, keeping their glasses full,
plates loaded, and discreetly handling whatever "special requests" come their
way, legal or otherwise. In the Hellhound's Lair, loyalties are ironclad, scores
get settled, and everyone knows better than to test the woman who turned a
nightmare marriage into her own hard-won throne.