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    You walk through the forest they called the Emerald Forest. You don't even pay attention to where you're going. All you can think of is your past. The Pokemon you used to train, the life you used to have before the attack. You shake yourself off after a moment. There was no way you would ever have that life again. You didn't want that life again. A noise caught your attention. Curiosity filled your chest and you decided to check it out. As you enter a clearing in the Forest, you see an injured Pokemon.


    You couldn't just leave it to die, so you do the only thing you know how to do. You help it. The Pokemon rubs against you in thanks and soon begins to follow you.


    My Form


    Name: Amber
    Age: 17
    Gender: female
    History(what do they want to forget and why/at least a paragraph):
    Amber grew up around Pokemon. Her father ,was a trainer and her mother raised them. She had decided to become a trainer like her father and had chosen Eevee as her first Pokemon. About five months had passed when something terrible happened. Their ranch was attacked and set to fire. Eevee had woken her father's Flareon before going back for Amber. Amber made it out alright, but Eevee stayed behind to make sure everyone else made it out alright.


    After the fire, Amber went through the wreckage of the house to find Eevee laying in the center of burnt wood and ash. Amber did everything to try and wake the little Fox, but Eevee didn't move. After losing Eevee, Amber decided to travel, leaving her family and the ranch behind. She didn't want to be a trainer after losing Eevee. Two months of travelling, Amber came across an injured Eevee. It was similar to the one she had lost, right down to the white fur on its chest.


    Amber had half a mind to just walk away, but something drew her to the injured Eevee. She decided that she couldn't leave this creature to die and used her knowledge of healing Pokemon to nurse the little one back to health. The Eevee then followed her everywhere, fighting with her. After months of training, Eevee finally evolved into Umbreon.
    Personality(at least a paragraph if you can):
    Amber can be rather mysterious, preferring not to talk about her past, or herself in general. She seems to close up like a clam if someone tries to get close to her. Half the time, the only one she really talks to is her Pokemon.
    Likes: exercising, training, the forest
    Dislikes: violence, big fires
    First Pokemon: Eevee evolved to Umbreon
    Secondary Pokemon(come later or already have, either is fine): Absol, Vulpix, Pichu(all will come later)
    Appearance(picture is preferred if possible): [URL=http://s40.photobucket.com/user/twgquick/media/1247397241_7401_full.jpg.html][/URL


    The Form

    Name: Saraline Draven Brelle Holif
    Age: 15
    Gender: Female
    History(what do they want to forget and why/at least a paragraph): As a child, Saraline had always loved pokemon. So much that she had decided to become a pokemon ranger. Right when she was to leave for the ranger school however, her father became sick. She stayed back with him, saying she'd go the next year. It was at that time she received a pokemon from her mother. A zigzagoon. It grew into a linoone and she adored it. The next year came around and her father was getting worse. Again she stayed behind. The day after she would have gone, he died. She was greatly saddened, but planned the funeral with her mother. At the funeral, her mother gave her away to an aunt. That aunt took her to town and while she'd been dragged into a store, Linoone wandered into the road. When she turned, Linnone was hit and on the ground. At the pokemon center, he had to be put down. She ran away then, refusing to face anyone from her past who she'd seen that day. In the forest, she found a furfrou and, the only reason she was compelled to help, is that several zigzagoon and linnone were around it. Since then, the furfrou has stayed with her and been named Celnora.
    Personality(at least a paragraph if you can): Shy, Saraline has never been very trusting to people she didn't know. This was intensified to not trusting some she knows, because of her running away. She gets along very well with pokemon, especially dark, psychic, water, and normal types. If observed from a distance, she seems quiet, and almost "high and mighty", as if she thinks better of herself. The closer you get, the easier it is to see that she is shy, stressed, and a bookworm.
    Likes: water, night time, stars, pokemon, and books
    Dislikes: loud noises, doctors, hospitals/pokemon centers, and mirrors
    First Pokemon: (originally zigzagoon/linnone) Preasently- Furfrou (Celnora)
    Secondary Pokemon(come later or already have, either is fine): Now- An egg which will hatch into a Poochyena (later Mightyena). Later- Swablu/Altaria, Zangoose, Feebas/Milotic
    Appearance(picture is preferred if possible):

    Welcome! :))


    Amber


    The blond girl was resting underneath a large oak within the forest. Beside her was a Dark type; Umbreon. Since she had found him in the woods as an injured Eevee, she had grown attached and was to become a Pokemon trainer, though she had sworn never to become on after what had happened. Umbreon yawned with a squeal before curling back up. Amber grinned and stroke Umbreon's head before resting her head against the tree again.

    Saraline walked beside Celnora, holding an egg in her arms. She was quiet, listening to the sounds of her surroundings. She focussed on the warmth coming from the egg in her arms. It was nice. "Celnora? What is it?" She asked the poodle pokemon when it started to sniff the air. Fallowing it's gaze, she froze. A girl with an Umbreon was just ahead. She gripped the egg unconsciously, attempting to settle her nerves.

    Amber


    Her eyes opened when Umbreon gave an excited chirp. "What," she asked, following his gaze. She smiled when she saw the girl with a Furfrou. "Hi." She called to be friendly.

    Saraline stood, unsure what to do. Self consciously, she lifted a hand and waved. She lifted a hand to adjust her silver hair. No matter how self conscious she was however, Furfrou had decided. It was time to get a friend. She pushed her, causing Saraline to stumble and look back. Celnora rolled her eyes and trotted over to the girl. Saraline reluctantly fallowed her partner.

    Amber


    Umbreon leapt to his paws and trotted toward the Furfrou, chirping in hello. Amber, however, refused to stand, as she was too comfortable in the shadow.

    Furfrou gave a small barking greeting. Saraline went past it, standing next to the girl quietly, watching Celnora. What should I say? Should I say anything?

    Amber


    She didn't say anything. Instead, she watched Umbreon get familiar with the Furfrou's scent. After a while, she spoke. "I'm Amber,"

    "Same." She murmured. She sat them, still holding the egg firmly to her chest. "Thank you for letting your Umbreon talk to Furfrou. Celnora hasn't spent time with anyone but me in... a while."

    Amber


    She smiled at the poodle pokemon and held a hand out for her to sniff. "Hi there," she said as Umbreon bounded back toward them. "Oh. This is my best friend, Umbreon." Umbreon chipped happily upon meeting Saraline.

    Name:Jake Hood
    Age:17
    Gender:Male
    History(what do they want to forget and why/at least a paragraph):
    Personality(at least a paragraph if you can):He was just starting his journey, as many young kids were he was awestruck by pokemon, he loved all of them, from the fluffiest of Eevees to the slimiest of Grimers he couldn't get enough of them, and now owning his own, a happy-go-luck Scraggy, well saying he was happy was an understatement, for a year he traveled with his partner, his Scraggy even evolved into a Scrafty, they were inseparable. And then on the anniversary of the begin of their journey came around, apparently the world has a sick sense of humor.


    He didn't know where it came from, probably never would, but a Sylveon appeared before them, it was injured and scared, though they only tried to help its survival instincts were on overdrive, in the blink of an eye a moonblast had hit Scrafty.... right on his heart. The force of the four times effective move over his heart was to much, he was dead before he hit the ground. For years he mourned, he talked to no one, did nothing, he seemed so broken that he even talked to himself, what really scared others is that if they asked who he was talking to he looked at them like they were insane and said he was talking with Scrafty. Even now he still talks to himself claiming it's Scrafty, though it is rare that he does. But what changed him, what made him once again venture into the world was a single pokemon he saw from his window, injured, and halfway dead he saw a Poochyena, even with his past haunting him he knew he had to try and help. What he didn't know was that this life changing decision would allow him to finally move on from the loss of his old friend, even with the memory seeming so fresh in his mind.
    Likes:Darktypes, night time, reading, good music.
    Dislikes:Socializing in most ways, shapes, and forms, and he has a general distrust of Fairytypes.
    First Pokemon:Scraggy
    Presently:Mightyena (evolved from Poochyena)
    Secondary Pokemon(come later or already have, either is fine):(none planned atm)
    Appearance(picture is preferred if possible):
    Personality(just going to do a brief summary):It's not that he's particularly shy he just doesn't like socializing, that being said if he can get away with just a curt nod or a grunt thats what he'll probably do unless he knows you really well, and there's only one person, or rather pokemon in the world he actually knows well enough to talk to, that would be his Mightyena.

    (Welcome :))


    Amber


    Slowly, she began to stroke the poodle's chin, then her cheek. Umbreon set to sniffing the hand that was offered and gave what sounded like a squeal of excitement, as he began running around the tree and the girls. "Calm down, Umbreon," Amber called, watching the hyper dark type with amusement.