Mind if I shift the app a bit? I (think) I got permission to be a pokemon.
SPECIES: Scraggy
NAME: For now, Scraggy.
LEVEL: 10
GENDER: Female
HOMETOWN: Nacrene City, Unova
APPEARANCE: May I be a shiny?
PERSONALITY: Scraggy is a very shy little lass, and sort of a creep, since she does really well in the art of following and spying things, especially humans. Humans are her favorite things to follow and predict, since she doesn't know that much about them other than they have their own language, that Pokemon are their fighting slaves, and that they usually smell really good if she can get close enough. Most of the time she'll run from a battle, or from a human if seen. Although, in due time, she will get used to the humans and possibly walk beside them.
Scraggy is very docile and quiet, but will occasionally try to make friends with any other pokemon that isn't a wild. She is also interested in becoming a human's friend, but before she does that, she feels that she must know more about them, and she also has to survive the problems of being a wild. Finding food, shelter, warmth, and safety are key factors of being a wild. Some think that any old gang of Scrafties will take her in, but nope, the Scrafties are very defendant of their territory, beating up anyone or anything that isn't one of their own kind that dares to enter.
HISTORY: At first, all I heard was the jumbled human language, and then I felt some sort of sinking feeling in my seat. I was out of my ball this time, since my trainer wanted me to see the view, but I only looked once. I was scared of heights. I hear more of the jumbled human language and see masks drop down everywhere, and hear some humans screaming. My trainer lifts me up to one of my designated masks, and I put it on. The sinking feeling got worse and I suddenly jolt forward, out of my trainer's hands, over many seats, and hit some other human in the back of the head, and I feel us rise and fall and hit the ground again, this time the whole other side of the plane suddenly having a big gash where the wing was supposed to be. More rising and falling and bouncing off the ground, before we start rolling and eventually come to a stop. There was a big piece of metal inside of my ankle, and there was a lot of pain. Luckily, it didn't hit anything too important, but was sticking through, piercing one side of my pants, through the ankle and out the other side of the pants. I screech loudly, but no one responds... was I all alone? What happened to my trainer? And then, I see my life flash before my eyes before I limp-crawl my way out of the plane, and I stand on top of it. There was a beach, with no one on it, many trees, and a lot of water.
Where am I? I think.
Before all this happened, I hatched from an egg that came out of my mother's stomach, as she says, and I was apparently a very special, and very, VERY cute little baby scraggy. I had an odd coloration, and no one else in the tribe had that. I grew up learning how to defend my territory, but most of the time I'd just blindly and thoughtlessly do what the leader told me to do, not learning anything. I grew up a little sassy at first, but with enough discipline, I became very quiet rather than sassy and talkative. One day when we were walking around, we heard a human voice before he brutally beat every pokemon with his Glaceon, Umbreon, and Gardevoir. He didn't try to make me faint though. Only
me.
He threw some sort of ball at me and I felt like I was being shrunk. Inside of it was pretty much a world that I created. If I wanted to sleep, there was a bed. If I wanted a pool or a bouncy house, POOF! It was there! It was probably the best year of my life with that trainer, and we were going to the Jirachi Festival before something happened with our plane and we crashed. I had crashed, according to my trainer's map, on a corner island, I think. I see some red stuff come from my trainer's nose and I release his pokemon into the wild before going off on my own. The festival was held on most of the islands, so I'm bound to find some civilization, right?
