Okay well we have all heard of the reborn stories....Human to Pokemon. Well what if it were the Pokemon that were transformed? How would it differ if a Pokemon trained a team....went on a journey, met up with unique people and Pokemon alike? Well now is the time to find out.

I will need alot of help on this one guys.

Note: Oc forms and sample Oc at end of chapter. In case you are confused with the chapter, there is also a quick summary there.

This story will be based of the Johto Region, a personal favorite of mine.

So what do I need you to do? Simple, read, review and submit an OC.

I need trainers, coordinators, any person, all random people and Pokemon.

I need unique personalities, diverse people and just a little originality....ok maybe alot lol.

OC forms at the end of the chapter.

Disclaimer: Yea, don't own Pokemon or relating subjects, Do own my OC's like all readers, and the idea is mine I think, if not, then this story idea is....or is it

Anyways, all help is appreciated, all reviews welcome. If I'm doing something right, or wrong, let me know. If you feel the need to pm OC's, then make sure you leave me a review saying so, cause I rarely read my Pms....

Here is my little segment where I promote fanfics, so my current top 5 stories for you to check out is:

A Little Night Music by Srgeman Although if what I heard is true, that masterpiece is no longer with us...

Tales of Flame by Buwaro

Belief at Dawn by

Unseen, Unheard, Unfelt by silver leafx

Seven Deadly Eons by Lolli-S

Top 5 in my opinion right there....But other stories close to them in rank include

Synergetic Sins ___ (Body, Soul, Mind, Heart) by 4 awesome writers ( Yes I am biased)

Seven Deadly Eons:Origins of Evil by Sahxyel

Chronicles of Fate: The 17 Knights by

And with that out of the way, the first chapter awaits you....Enjoy!!!

Crawling forward, head and tail low to the ground, with the wind blowing into me, I crept slowly through the tall lush green grass. Had to be careful. If I was caught out here, I'd be lucky to escape with my life. As it stood, I was covered in tiny grass cuts and they stung! The elders always said they got worse picking oran berries... Well those old geezers never had a hundred mini grass cuts. Too snobby to crawl in the dirt.

A crisp burnt smell reached my nose and snapped me back into reality. Danger all around, and I'm cursing the elders. Typical!

I had to stop and relax for a moment. I had tensed up and was ready to run. Made stealth alot harder. Hands, tail, ears, legs, each one loosening and relaxed. All good. Focusing, I resumed my crawling while increasing slightly in speed.

Another gust of wind caressed my nose.

Need to hurry!

Along with the burnt crisp scent was another mingled with it. It reminded me of the sweet odor of the ocean. At least what I thought the ocean would smell like. My experience was sort of limited.

That could only mean one thing....I was close.

The grass was finally thinning. I could see clearly now.

I had to blink to make sure though.

A hundred yards in front of me stood a large shadow black dog with horns protruding from its head, and bone like bands around its body. That crisp burnt smell radiated from him. Houndoom...

Notorious for his quick temper, strong attacks and fast reflexes.

How he hadn't sensed me was beyond my imagination.

I took a deep breath.

Assess my situation, thats what the elders taught.

Houndoom was in the center of the fields, essentially boxed in with tall thick grass to his back, right and left, which left the lake in front of him.

Ah hah!

There, in the center of the glistening lake was the stone feeding podium overrunning with pokeblocks and beside that a Lapras. An even larger, more beautiful Pokemon than Houndoom with its intelligent eyes and large shell.

No wonder they were there. Drawn by scents of food. It's a wonder only the two of them were there.

Houndoom snarled and fired a large stream of raging fire towards Lapras only to be blocked by a wall of sparkling water.

Oh Mew! They were fighting over the food. What the Zapdos am I still here for!

I tried to turn, to flee, but it was useless. I was rooted to the ground.

Cowering in fear, I couldn't even close my eyes as a large tidal wave appeared behind Lapras and surged towards me. In my fearful state though, I could not help but be in awe as Lapras rose to the top of the wave and surfed it. Pity Houndoom did not think the same as he launched numerous black sizzling orbs into the wave causing it to crash and tumble a few feet before him.

Lapras was now on land. A definite disadvantage and it knew so too.

Houndoom charged in, grinning like a cheshire cat.

Lapras was not going to take an attack lying down though, as her shriek of rage nearly blew my eardrums before shards of ice flew from its mouth.

They soared through the air like knives eager to slice its opponent, but they merely flew through Houndoom.

Wait! What?

Houndoom had disappeared right before impact, and promptly reappeared behind Lapras before sending her flying with a close range flamethrower.

She landed perilously close to me, and I could see the blackened scorched marks on her shell. Made my injuries slightly pathetic. The burnt ocean smell nearly overwhelmed me. Lucky I skipped breakfast, or I may have been fast to reacquaint myself with it.

A beam of ice launched towards Houndoom, but he merely leapt to the side sneering.

Why did Lapras continue her attack dead straight?

It made no sense, at least it didn't until she leapt on the ice path she had created her self and swiftly reached the water. In my opinion, that was Alakazaming smart.

Back in her element, she squealed in glee and turned with a murderous look in her eyes. If looks could kill, she would be the only living Pokemon.

Blue was forming at her mouth as on the land, red was forming at Houndooms mouth.

I knew what this meant, and now was my time to complete my mission.

Standing, I focussed all my power into my tail, watched as the colors glistened red to blue respectively.

This was it.

My one sketch.

The one that defined my training and my life!

I watched in awe as the two attacks fired towards each other. I could see them in slow motion.

The ice crackling and intertwining with itself, soaring like an Articuno waiting to unleash its devastating power. The fire like a Moltres, majestic in flight, deadly dangerous and with a fury only fire possesses.

In my mind I was already home in my college of Smeargles, showing off my first move. Only in my mind it was a combination of fire and ice. I knew only one move would be learnt, but it was my daydream after all and in it, even the elders themselves bowed in my awesomeness.

My tail was getting painful, struggling to control the pent up power needed for this. Soon all my hard work would be worth it. Sneaking away from the tribe. Crossing the safari zone areas. Everything would be worth it.

A yellow blur appeared directly in front of me snapping me from my daydream.

It was gone in an instant.

The defining instant of my life.

An extreme calmness overtook me and I knew my sketch was complete.

The ice and fire finally collided and all hell broke loose.

The explosion sent waves of roasting air and fragments of ice cutting into me and I was launched backwards. Through the grass, gaining many more cuts before landing painfully on the ground, staring up into the sky.

The cloudless blue sky.

I had done it!

I felt like a god.

The joy, pure elation coursing through my veins. I was on a high.

Then the dirt and dust crashed down on me. The aftermath of the explosion.

Coughing and spluttering, I crawled to my feet, before wiping the dirt from my face with my paintbrush of a tail. It was covered in grime and dirt, so I could not see what color it was. Red for fire, Blue for ice.

No way in hell was I sticking around to check or going back to see who had won.

I turned tail, and ran.

I was exhausted. Plain and simple. It had been a long journey with no food or water. Twelve hours in total. What a nightmare! Yet I was still elated.

It had gotten dark a while back and made traveling difficult, but what mattered was that I was home!

I stepped triumphantly into the cave, head held high, positively grinning from ear to ear.

The only thing that ruined it was getting tackled savagely to the ground.

"Tomoko! You runt! Where in Lugia's name have you been. The Elders are in a frenzy...Boy are you in trouble."

Mumbling into the ground to explain that I was choking on dirt and could not respond was all he got until a new voice reached my ears.

"Aww poor wittle Toe Moe Koe got lost, did he?"

Grrr, I could already see the sneering face of Piccasoo. One of the nastier Cave Guards.

I hated it when he said my name. He pronounced it correctly....Toe moe koe, but it was the way he said it that made me hate my own name. How annoying is that? Being made to hate your own name.

I was dragged to my feet harshly and glared into his muddy brown eyes. The glint set my nerves on end, and the feeling in my gut said I was going to suffer.

The steely sheen forming on his tail was enough for me to know, never doubt the gut.

I was struck full force on the head with an Iron Tail....Needless to say, I was knocked out. Wish it were swift. The first blow caused me to feel all the pain of a horn drill to the skull, but it was the third or fourth blow that finally left me embrace unconsciousness.

I drifted in and out of consciousness numerous times. Each time, new images bombarded my brain. The Guards. Swarms of Smeargles. A cell. My mother crying. The Elders, one by one till all five were imprinted on my mind, all with looks of disgust on their faces.

I just could not stay conscious for long. My head was pain enough, but the lack of food, the exhaustion from traveling and the strain of my first sketch which I had yet to try were imprisoning my mind.

I don't know when I fully regained my senses, but I realized it completely when I found myself in chains, kneeling at the foot of the five Elders. Each were sitting in a semi circle around me. Their faces gave away nothing now. Cool as ice.

I tried to speak, but my jaw was too painful to move.

Emitting a low groan, the Elders focussed on me fully.

"Don't speak Tomoko. Just listen and nod."

I stared dumbly at Thorin, the Elderly. He was the one with the most power and seated before me.

I had always tried my hardest to avoid each and every one of them. No running this time.

"Did you sneak past the guards and venture into the Safari?"

I nodded, a feeling of apprehension spreading through me.

"Did you also sketch your first move, knowing full well, you had not completed your initial ceremonies and forgetting the basic rule of sketch?"

Here I tried to object, I really did, but it was no use.

He cut across my groans with a stern, "Did you!"

Bowing my head in defeat, I nodded. I couldn't exactly explain but it was no use.

At this the other four Elders broke into a frenzy.

"He done it willingly!"

"He broke the rules"

"Look at his tail! See that golden tip. You know what that means..."

At that, I turned to stare at my tail. It was brown for the most part. Thats the color I was born with, but there at the tip, a faint sheen of gold yet it had been a mixture of red and blue during the sketch. Pure unaltered fear bubbled through my stomach and I stared hard at Thorin, trying to ask the question with my mind.

"You fool Tomoko. Your first sketch is a dud. You sketched a non offensive move. Useless to you now. You know as well as all our species, that the first sketch needs to be an offensive attack, or we are useless for years, for that is how long it will take us to gain the power for another sketch without the ability to battle. True you can fight hand to hand, but without the power of the sketch attack, you cannot build up the proper power. Do you understand?"

Tears were streaming down my face. How? Everyone knew the tale of Smurften the Smeargle with splash. He trained for nine years to learn that his Sketch ability was lost forever. That was my fate!

"What shall we do with him Thorin?"

"He shall have to be made an example....Sentenced to food gatherer in the Savannah. He cannot remain with us."

His words were like stakes through my heart. Blow after blow after blow.

I stood, swaying in the pain, before offering myself up to the gods with as ferocious a growl as I could manage. My golden tail whipped itself around me, tightening, trying to crush myself from existence. I saw Thorin stand and try rush to me, but I had had enough!

Shutting my eyes, I unleashed my Ice/Fire combo attack. Only it was the fire in my blood and the ice in my heart that reacted. I felt myself split into billions and billions of atoms and swoosh away from the confines of the cave, from the Safari Zone, even from Kanto. Colors swirled in my vision, and were I as artistic as some of my old friends, it would have been an inspiration of a lifetime, but now, it was nauseating. Sight attacked with colors, ears attacked with sounds, mind destroyed by the onslaught. I just wanted it all to stop. To just die. I needed quiet. I needed land. I needed a miracle.

And just like that I was flat on the floor in the pitch dark. Silence so loud that it hurt. Only my heartbeat and rushed breathing could be heard. That and the pounding in my head. Were it not for the fact that I could see a shadow of a shadow belonging to the hand in front of my face, I would have thought I were blind.

I had had enough. Tired, devastated, sick and hurting, I fell asleep and was assaulted by nightmares.

Chased by imaginary crowds consisting of my family and friends, I ran and ran until I could run no more. I lay down waiting to be torn limb from limb. In the time it took them to reach me, I had decided enough was enough. No more the victim! I turned snarling ready to go down kicking and screaming, but a being of light stood before me. Antler type designs extended from his back and it was four legged. That was all I could see before I jolted awake into a cavern that was glowing.

The cavern was huge. Before me was a paved path, and every few steps on both sides simultaneously stood tall pillars of marble covered in text. I was dumbfounded, and painfully struggled to my feet, wiping the dirt, blood and grime from my face. I don't know why, but I needed to follow the path. It was like something was calling me. Summoning me. So I walked.

Each step a needle of pain through my body, but what was pain now. I had my hopes and dreams crushed. Physical pain had no hold over my body.

As I walked, I tried to make sense of it all.

The battle, the sketch, the trial, the sketched move?

What happened?

And just like a brick, it struck me in the head.

That brief glimpse of yellow snapping me out of my daydream right as the sketch was completed.

What yellow pokemon lives in the safari zone. Pikachu? No....Was it yellow or....

Looking at my tails color, it struck me again. I was going to get brain damage soon.

Abra!

Everything clicked. The blur, the sketch, escaping from the elders. I had teleported. To where though?

The realization of teleport also hurt because it meant I was stuck with a non offensive move for life. Smeargles were weird. We cannot learn Tm's, cannot evolve, and only learn one attack which leaves alot of room for error.

Questions upon questions and horrible realizations kept me company as I walked deeper and deeper into the cave. A small glimmer of brighter, if possible, light could be seen in way off in the distance.

I struggled onwards, and eventually reach the room and what a room it was.

Bigger than the Savannah, and high enough to reach the sky itself. I stared around the room, looking at the ancient tablets decorating the circular walls. Pictures of Pokemon I think were depicted on them.

Walking over to one, I saw a bird struck by lightning and firing another bolt towards the ground. A tablet to Zapdos!

Amazing but even I knew that anything good would be in the center of the room.

True to my thoughts, a circular stage was there surrounded by large pillars, while on the stage itself were nine small table like pillars arranged in a circle.

I began my journey to them, and believe me it was a journey. The room was literally gigantic. Between myself and the stage were statues of the gods. Just like me to miss the biggest most obvious things in the room. What I thought were pillars were actually Legendaries.

Mew depicted in one. A large bestial dragon in another. My knowledge was severely lacking.

I took my time to gaze at the power these statues portrayed. Art was in my blood, as much as I despised the fact.

Alas, time pushed on, and I climbed onto the stage. The ground was designed in circular indents. A big circle, then a smaller one inside, and a smaller one inside again until it reached the center. A golden dot about a meter in radius. It was there I stood and stared ahead at the creature from my nightmares. A four legged Demon of power made of white marble. It was larger than the others, more intimidating, more fantastical. I must have stared at it for hours...well at least ten minutes before looking at the little table pillars. Each one held a small decorated jar. Each one smelled amazing. On the table before the demon statue were two flint rocks. Fire! They could be lit?

Taking the flints, and thanking the Elders for teaching me how to use them, I went about opening each jar and using the flints to fire sparks into each incense. Each one took a few minutes but it was well worth the time.

I plopped down in the center of the stage and just let the aroma wash over me. It was like a massage from a cloud. So soft, so nice, so relaxing. My eyes were struggling to stay open. When I realized they did not have to stay open, a smile plastered my face, the first since before I entered my old home. I drifted into a heavy sleep praying to the Legendaries around me for anything and everything. I did not dream.

SWOOSH

It was like a gust of raging wind that pulled me from my slumber and groggily I opened my eyes.

Darting around me were hundreds of little symbols, each with a glowing red eye.

So many, swirling, suffocating me. They were closing in dramatically, each eyes glow joining the other till I was trapped by a vortex of red light.

I was never afraid of closed spaces before, but a primal terror rose within me. I needed to get out, to be free. It was at this thought that a booming morbid voice crushed me to the ground.

"He who surrenders is lost,

He who suffers is doomed,

He without hope dies in despair."

The walls glow changed abruptly from red to white and the voice took on a softer note,

"He who embraces his past lives in the future,

He who tries, never loses,

He who dreams hard enough, needs nothing more than luck

And you Tomoko

You shall have your chance

Heed me now

As a pokemon you cannot grow

not yet

not now

So lets change that....."

A chuckle of laughter rang in my ears.

I could not understand it.

What is the Mew's name was going on.

That was my last sane thought for awhile because right at that moment pain tore through my body and my mind. What I'd endured before was a grass cut compared to what wracked my body now. Legs and arms as if they were being pulled in separate directions from Ponyta's, Face like it was being stomped by an angry Tauros, tail and ears absorbed back into my body. In short, complete agony! And it dragged on. Seconds became minutes, minutes became hours. Time was dead to me. Only pain lived now.

I realize now that I don't know alot.

Not what happened or where I was.

Not why I ruined my life, or why I teleported there.

Heck even when, how or where I woke up.

Although I see one similarity with everything.

I always seem to wake up with something unpleasant in my mouth!

Be it dirt, grime, blood or in this case sand.

Ugh, I groaned.

A throbbing pain was occurring in my side and a sound was droning on next to my ear.

I tried to focus on the sound hoping it could alert me to where in Mew's name I was.

"El oh el. Can you hear me? Um boy?"

I felt something move on my neck.

"OH goodies, you have a name on your neck. T-o-m, Tom!... ok? eh.... okay....Tom! Tom...Tommy can you hear me!"

Who or what the hell was Tommy. Rolling over and opening my eyes, the blinding sun caused me to raise my paws to shield my eyes.

My pale pinky non furry paw.....with five long skinny fingers....

I was surprisingly calm and took a deep breath.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH, What am I?"

I am a terrible liar...

So to cap it all off, a quick summary: Tomoko was a Smeargle....Sketched a non offensive move thus screwing any chance of living in his college of Smeargles normally. In his frustration teleported from the Elders into an unknown shrine where after falling asleep with the scents of incense, was transported somewhere where there is sand. Wakes up to the sound of an annoying person and realizes he is no longer a Smeargle. Instead he is human, and thus the story begins. (decided to post this in case it was a little confusing)

And here's the OC forms I promised!!!

For Human:

Name:

Age (try be 13 or above):

Gender:

Appearance:

Personality:

Battle/Contest style:

Goal/Ambition:

Type (eg trainer, coordinator, breeder, painter etc):

Pokemon (must have a good personality!!!): By this I mean, I want pokemon with nicknames, habits, likes, dislikes, drama etc etc

History: This is the history of your character....where you grew up, what inspired you etc

Family:

Other: For any other relevant piece of information you feel required to add.

For Pokemon:

Nickname:

Species: By this I mean, is it a Charmander, a Shinx etc

Gender:

Any small appearance difference:

(NOTE NO SHINIES....I shall award shiny status to whom I want)

Personality (Vital...if this is bad, no point submitting): Make them unique, like for example...A mareep who is allergic to cotton and is constantly sneezing, releasing sparks with each one.........or a shuckle who refuses to go on defense. Hes in your face the whole time and dreams of shattering a Rhydons skull. BE CREATIVE!!!

Likes/Dislikes

Evolve or not?: If they have evolved already, dont bother filling this in.

Others:

Btw...as this is set in the Johto region....a Johto Pokemon has a better chance of appearing. Just saying. While this is true, an awesome Kanto/Hoenn/Sinnoh Pokemon with personality has a chance also....just no pseudo overused pokes unless you have a personality to back it up.

Also please do not give me people who have conquered regions, beat everyone etc etc because they have practically no chance of appearing. One badge or contest is fine, two I could live with, but all badges is a huge NO

My thanks go out to silver leafx, an epic ninja who really helped bring the grammar/idea/overused exclamation points etc up to code. Only a Ninja could explain it to me...so she has passed the ultimate test.

also gets credit for making sure I did not copy ideas....we had a long debate over plates orbs and incenses and apparently...She won XD

Disclaimer All minor mistakes that I forgot to change were eh intentional (*cough* Yeah intentional) and a test to all readers to find and review on.....(That might work XD)

For the record....Tommy will need a team. I have decided not to choose who he will get, that my dear readers depends on you and your pokemon personalities. If a Rattata or a Tentacool or a Magikarp have an epic personality....then I shall be using those.

Thats my rant outta the way, so please Read & Review!!!

Just to make things easier for people, here is a sample OC submitted by and who has secured her place in my story for making an awesome character. Alot of it is edited and blocked out as I don't want to give too many spoilers on this OC

Name: Akayashi Kyn (most people call her by her last name, Kyn)

Age: whatever suits you

Gender: Female

Personality: She's very extreme and superstitious. When I comes to aliens, time traveling, karma, ghosts, myths, voodoo dolls…she believes them all. And she expects others to also. When she gives others a threat, she usually mentions things like "You wait till karma comes biting at your heels!!" or "The moment I get your blood on my voodoo doll I am torturing you to death". Well, noone takes her seriously…lets just say that. She believes in heaven and hell too, so, she never lies and is always seeking opportunities to get rid of sins.

She is a very determined person, and will never back down from a challenge. Especially the little ones, like staring contests, or seeing who can reach the fridge first. She's very ditzy and dense, and she also doesn't care what others think of her. She is loud, and shouts almost everything she says. When she accepts a challenge or is in battle, she always refers to herself as "Akayashi Kyn" and it gets really annoying. She also believes that if you don't live life to the fullest, you die soon, and so she doesn't like to waste time and is very impatient. When something isn't the way she wanted (like a food order, for example) she takes advantage of the word "the customer is always right" and barks on. She can be very intimidating, always shouting and seeming to be angry, but she doesn't try to be that way.

Also, when she is in need for something, she turns to her purse. She has been seen pulling out a first aid kit, scissors, dictionaries, flashlights, dolls, notebooks, game boys (which I forgot to mention she loves playing hand held games while on a train/bus/have nothing better to do while waiting), DVDs, DVD PLAYERS, and many many more. She has pretty much anything you can think of in that small little purse.

Appearance:

Face/body: she has dark navy blue eyes and tan skin. Her hair that is a dark grey/silver color is kept in two ponytail loops, starting from above her neck. She has messy bangs that pass her eyes brows and usually gets in her eyes. She is fairly small, around 5'3'' and weighting no more that 100 lbs. She doesn't like her shortness, and will go off on anyone who mentions her height.

Clothing:she wears a large and poofy dark puple hat that resembles a flat balloon, somewhat like a barrette only bigger (forgot what they are called. I'll look it up later). Above that cap part is a light purple strip of ribbon that is tied in a bow off to her left hand side. She wears a simple very very light yellow t-shirt under super dark purple overalls that reach right under her breasts. The overalls have yellow buttons going down and two front pockets, one back pocket. The overalls only reach mid-thigh. She also wears thin grey socks that stop right above her knee, and mid-calf boots that are dark purple with black laces and genetic Pokeball designs. She has a black/grey fingerless glove on her left hand, and a large charm bracelet on her right wrist. She hangs around her right arm a large, cylender like purse, almost like a pretty bowling back with a definite shape. It is a mixture of different purples, with yellow hearts splattered around. She keeps everything she owns in there. And she may also seem like she can pull ANYTHING out of there, like Mary Poppin's magical purse almost.

Oh, she also has a purple Phone/Poke Cell (whatever you want to call it) with yellow bells that hang from it. She texts really often and those bells can drive you nuts.

Occupation: Pokemon Trainer, anti-politic, Purlple Pokemon Collector.

Hometown: Haro Snow Town, Yori Region (which is a region I made up oh so long ago), or if you prefer, Snowpoint City, Sinnoh.

Goals: "To seek out the best of the best purple Pokemon and collect them all!! And rid the world of voodoo creators while seeking to meet Aaron one day!"

Pokemon:

Her obsession with purple has led her to collecting Purple Pokemon. Her dream is to one day meet Aaron's Drapion, and one day get a Drapion herself.

(Not naming pokemon) (F) Indigo

Indigo started it all. She was the one who started Ayakashi's obsession for purple and eventually purple Pokemon. Indigo is lazy, laid back, and very quiet, all while being a little spoilt and fancy. Pretty much a rich brat in Pokemon form, except a little less bratty. She doesn't like being in her Pokeball, and if she feels like it she will come out with ease.

(Not naming Pokemon) (M) Pom Pom

Ability: Pick-up

Pom Pom is a prankster. He likes playing practical jokes on nearly anyone, but Ayakashi's glares scare him out of pranking her. He never takes anything serious. Nothing is safe with him too. He loves shiney things :3 also, he's never in his Pokeball and is resting on his master's shoulder.

(Not naming Pokemon) (F) Shnubs.

Shnubs was a gift from one of her good friends. Ayakashi loves cuddling her, and at night she lets Shnubs out to cuddle with. Shnubs is somewhat nocturnal, and doesn't like being active in the day.

(Not naming Pokemon) (F) Bells

Bells is calm, nice, kind, the little saint of the lot. She is nice and trusting to everyone and is not only the oldest and the wisest, but shes is like the mother of all the Pokemon that are around her.

(Not naming Pokemon) (F) Velvet

Velvet gets easily jealous. She is always wanting attention and can't get enough of it. She doesn't like traveling by foot, so unless she's not going to get carried, she stays in her Pokeball. Velvet is a rival of Indigo, and the two never ever get along, even if life depended on it. She never wants to lose to Idigo in whatever challenge, even though Indigo's matureness gets the better of her.

Pokemon she might catch later on:

Drapion (M) Aaride

Finally, the Pokemon she's been dying to get. With this her dreams will come true!! Not.

Aaride is stubborn, selfish, stubborn, lazy, stubbon, a hothead, and stubborn. He doesn't accept Ayakashi as a friend, master…nothing!! He refuses to do what she says. And Ayakashi is sad, oh so sad, that her bond between her and Aaride will never be like the bond between Aaron and his Drapion. When Ayakashi finally frees Aaride after a long long time of trying to get to him, he finally knows she's made him stronger, he finally misses her jabbering, her shouting, her telling tales about her dreams to him, and so he finally accepts her :3

History/Family: nope, nothing really. Accept as she was watching TV with her big bro, she sees Aaron, and boom. She's obsessed. She's lived a happy life, no trama aside from the mocking of kids throughout her life that think she's insane, and nope no parents dying. Still has her mom, her dad, and her big brother Kyoma, who supports her and her crazy ideas 100%. Decided to go out on a journey in search of collecting Purple Pokemon and also to get strong so that she can get to the elite four and meet Aaron. :3

Other: Because her name is so long, noone really calls her Ayakashi unless it's a relative or for formality. Everyone calls her by her last name, Kyn. (pronounced "Kin"). She doesn't mind. She loves sweets, cute things, extreme sports and loves winter and the snow (her home town being filled with snow) and is really good at snowboarding and skateboarding. Oh, and she's not really the smartest person around…and she has a hard time stopping when she starts laughing really hard. Oh, and she speaks in text sometimes.

Catch phrases:

-"I will one day be that girl you see in your nightmares. Oh, just make sure I'm wearing purple."

- "Hey, if it weren't for the voodoo dolls, we wouldn't have Global Warming."

- "Jinx!! You owe me a Chocolate Mocha. No, seriously, you do."

- "No no!! You can't double Jinx if I pinched you first!! It doesn't work that way!"

- "Duhhhh…"

- "Pfff. Staring contest? You'd have to hold your eyes open to beat me."

- "Yay!!! OMIARCEUS LOOK AT THAT CUTE LITTLE THING!! Eh..to bad it's not purple…"

- "Hey, if I was obsessed with purple, I would be dying my hair purple and change my middle name to purple, so ES-TEE-EF-YOU!!"

- "El-Oh-El."

Thus I hope that answers up any questions you may have had and cannot wait to hear from ye.