Name: Germaine
Pokemon*: Giratina
Gender: Male.
Age: 38
Hometown: Snowpoint City; Sinnoh.
Level**:28
Ability: Pressure
Moves (up to 6): Ancient power, Dragon Claw, Destiny bond and Shadow sneak.
Legendary powers: Giratina, the shadow Pokémon, or Renegade Pokemon has always existed in another dimension, placed there by Arceus for his violence in a time long since past.
He has various abilities, namely the ability to travel back to his distortion world and out again as he see's fit- it is limited of course, there are 'focal' points littered across the world that shimmer slightly whenever he nears them.
The Distortion world allows him to travel around in that world with greater ease than if he was in the real world as he reverts back to his form of Giratina- in this world he can view the real world; watch, and wait.
He can and will drag some unsuspecting souls into the Distortion world for some reason or another- but he generally hunts for two very specific targets.
He also has the ability to move through objects- becoming transparent when doing so; he can't sustain this for great lengths of time however in his avatar.
Germaine is also naturally resistant to normal attacks- be it a punch from a human or a headbutt or tackle from a Pokemon.
Held item***:Spooky Plate- a shard of Arceus himself, it appeared in the Distortion world when he was freed- he is however searching for his Griseous Orb.
Appearance:
Personality: Cold, withdrawn, spiteful, inquisitive.
Germaine has the personality types that one would expect from an age old Pokemon that has been trapped in seclusion; forever watching the world of men and Pokemon from a window that is always one sided.
He is greatly interested in the world, he loves to explore and the only time you will see him smiling is when he discovers something new or something that he likes, he will be in awe towards the most mundane of things and be be excited at trying the simplest and widely eaten of foods.
It goes without saying that this side of him is enjoyable to be around, his smile brings smiles to the faces of those around him, and for good reason too.
However, it would be ideal for him to be like this all the time, but he isn't- he will commonly be in thought, observing things and those around him, as he as done for so long in his life, he will also; and quite commonly as well, be hateful of many that are having an enjoyable life around him, he has felt what no other could ever feel- he is the hated one, wiped from the history books of man for his actions in the past.
But, he stops himself from lashing out because despite what he may say he loves this world- and if any dare take it from him he will fight and lash out in a manner that was reminiscent of his younger self.
He hates Dialga and Palkia with a furious passion, and will attack them on sight without regard of the consequences- as he see's them as the culprits behind his imprisonment.
Unfortuantly due to Giratinas distressed and chaotic mind and nature, upon assuming his avatar the original hosts memories and previous personality was erased in the process; glimmers find their way through sometimes- which either makes Giratina act slightly erratic or changes his current mood and mindset for a period of time.
Backstory:
Giratina remembered the day that Arceus; God of all creation entered his relam - he knew everything that took place in the Distortion world, it was as much a part of him as he was a part of it.
Arceus was far more powerful than him though, as is the obvious result of God meeting one of his creations- Giratina was dubious at first, but hidden deep under all the hate and resentment there was a glimmer of hope from afar he had witnessed what was occurring on the real world.
And if Arceus had come here at this time, it meant one of two things.
Today was the day he died.
Or the day he was freed.
It was the latter, Arceus spoke and then he left without waiting for a reply- and before he knew it he was blinking through the eyes of a human on the ground of the Human world.
A soft breeze tickled his face and swept through his hair, staring down he seen a pair of hands- one of them had very callused finger tips in comparison to the other, but they were soft and had slender dexterous fingers.
He fell to his knees for the first time and let out long staggered sobs- he was overjoyed, for the first time in his long life he felt that emotion.
After a few minutes, ho composed himself and looked around- he was in a forest by the looks of it, and it had snowed quite recently - it had just dawned upon him that he had dirtied his trousers, a new experience to be sure.
It was strange though- somehow he had clearly took possession of a humans body, but he had no idea of who this person was or what he was doing in this snowy forest.
A name...
He needed a name.
Giratina started feeling around his new body for some sort of identification, his search yielded a wallet in his right trouser pocket, and inside it contained some money, various cards and a photo of himself.
He gazed at the photo for a while after removing it from its plastic sheath - had had to admit, he liked the look of this human. He picked through the various cards after placing the photo back- they all had the name Germaine upon them, he personally didn't care what the family name was as the humans called it- the only family he had trapped him in a prison and a torturous existence for centuries - so he donned the name Germaine.
For obvious reasons, Germaine didn't return back to the city that was closest on the road, instead he headed - instinctively towards a weak spot between the worlds; focal points that allowed him to view the human world with greater ease from the other side- since he has been freed from his jail, it appears he can now access the distortion world and this world with ease- so long as he finds one of these focal points; and he knew where almost everyone was off by heart, being in that place for centuries these areas were the ones he was most familiar with as he generally watched through them.
Ah.
The Snowpoint city Focal point number 3.
Now he knew where he was, this focal point was not far from the city itself, but rather the road leading to it via Mount Coronet- it figured he'd be in this country of all the ones out there, and it was this one he definitely could not stay in - he wanted to get away from the nation that caused him the most distress, and it would complicate things less if wasn't around those who might have known the person this body belonged too.
So he entered the realm that was his home - its familiarity was somewhat comforting,but he didn't want to be here for long.
It also appeared that he reverted to his normal form here.
Giratina travelled through his realm; searching for one that he liked. It took an hour, but he found an area that looked nice, a city called Fortree city - the humans here were in tune with nature and he had a greater respect for them than he did the rest, he felt that they truly appreciated the world they lived in - as they should.
Once Germaine materialised in the world of men and Pokemon he began to enjoy his new life.
There were some things he could never shake off however, namely his observant nature, he would typically observe others rather than participate, but on occasion he would realise that he could actually participate now, as he has always wanted to, it would take some time before that would sink in - old habits die hard, a human saying that he was fond of.
It was around a year in to his new life; whereupon other Legendary Pokemon had become rather famous in their new roles that Giratina befriended his first Pokemon, a female Kirlia.
From what he gathered these Pokemon were typically attuned to the feelings of the humans and Pokemon around them, and it appeared that this Kirlia was aware of the great turmoil that raged in his heart, she knew that he suffered more than any other being could ever suffer.
And she followed him - Germaine didn't ask for this Pokemon to be his friend, but nevertheless she did become it - humans needed Pokéballs for this sort of thing, but this one naturally followed him and would fight for him if he wanted it.
He slowly came closer to Kirlia, and after all this time relies upon her whenever his emotions start to flare up - particularly rage and hate.
After some more time of travelling with his friend he decided to partake in battling with other trainers - it was surprisingly difficult, and he had to stop himself from lashing out at the other trainers Pokemon early into his experience of this, especially when Kirlia took some serious damage.
He seldomn battles now however, he may one day take it up again, but when he has a Pokemon with him that he doesn't feel such a companionship with.
Fundamentally this is flawed of course- - other trainers say so but he disregards them; they simply can't comprehend what his and Kirlia's relationship is.
Then came the day that Kirlia dragged him by the arm towards a poster pinned up in the city center of Rustboro City, it was about the avatars - a festival dedicated towards them; Kirlia knew in her heart that Germaines intention towards going was one of vengeance, if he found either of Diagla or Palkia there- they would pay heavily for their actions in the past towards him; but at the same time, he may meet others...
Legendary's that actually may know of him, and possibly even respect or like him.
It was worth a try at the very least.
Nickname: Kirlia (yet to be given any form of nickname)
Species: Kirlia
Gender: Female
Level**: 21
Ability: Trace
Moves (up to 6): Teleport, Confusion, Magical leaf, Heal pulse and Double team.
Held item***: Miracle seed