My journey begins.

[KUSAN MUROS]

Kusan has arrived in the region of Unova only just days ago. He arrived in Castelia City on a ship, with hardly enough money to get him to survive in the region. However, out of the grace and good will of local rangers in trainers, he was able to get a moderately safe passage to Nuvema town. It was where the pokemon lab was, and rumour had it, there was still a professor there. However, the town was also infested with a group known as Team Plasma. How they operate or what they do is beyond him, but he just knows he needs to avoid them.

When he entered the town, he looked around, trying to remember the mental map of the town as it was described to him. He wanted to make a direct route and trip to the lab, but he knew that might bring around suspicion. However, as he went around, he did notice a few things. People were talking about liberating pokemon, with their pokemon. Are pokemons used as slaves in this region? Does Team Plasma enslave pokemon? Well, kudos to the civilians for standing up to them. He kept on walking through the town, ignoring what he saw.

Kusan ended up making it around the back of the lab, out of view of the general public. He waited for hours, until it got close to evening. Most people where either home, or going home. He sighed and walked around the building, entering from the front door. It looked dark inside, and some dust was on the walls. He looked around, trying to see if there was any pokemon or people around. "Hello! Is anyone here? Anyone? I came here to receive a pokemon!" He looked around, and kept walking, hoping to find the person here.

[LUNAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/bfN0Z.jpg); padding: 15px; width: 365px, bTable][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 8px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; height: 100%;][style=font-family: georgia; color: #333; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px;]are you afraid of the dark?[/style][style=border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; margin-bottom: 7px;] [/style][style=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/GSpDW.png);] [/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 3px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #333]KUSAN[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #333]204 WORDS[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #333]STARTER TIME![/style][style=border-left: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #333; width: 195px; margin-left: 115px; margin-top: -100px;]The statement of arriving for their first Pokemon was music to the young girl's ears. "I'll be right there!" she called out to the man, rushing over as fast as she could. She blinked at how tall and muscular this young man was, and a grin creased her lips. "A lot of kids these days are sneaking by here to get their Pokemon. You have guts." she giggled, looking around. She soon walked towards a near by counter, starting to speak with him. "Team Plasma doesn't even know I'm here, giving away these Pokemon. They're really unobservant, that they are! Trying to steal other people's Pokemon really pisses me off, you know?" she said, then turned to the man. "Sorry! I'm blabbering on and on! So what type of Pokemon would you like?"[/style]

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[KUSAN MUROS]

Kusan watched as the professor raced around the lab to get to him. Interesting. And apparently Team Plasma steals Pokemon. No wonder people want to liberate from them. He kept on listening to the lady, talking about how she has guts, and what Pokemon he wants. This place is different than the lab he heard about from Hoenn, only three Pokemon were there. Maybe she has more? He started racking his brains, thinking of all the Pokemon he could imagine and different types, but his mind keeps dragging him back to his pooch and zigzagoon. But, there will never be another one of them.

"Well, I'm a coordinator. Showing off inner strength is more important than conquering the region. But dark or normal is what I prefer." He smiled at the women, rubbing his right arm. He was scared of what might happen, but he hoped she knew what she was doing. The Pokemon he would get here would end up becoming his best friend here. And hopefully, it won't scare the crap out of him either. "So, whatever you choose, I'll accept it."

[LUNAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i.imgur.com/bfN0Z.jpg); padding: 15px; width: 365px, bTable][style=background-color: #fff; padding: 8px; -webkit-border-radius: 5px; -moz-border-radius: 5px; border-radius: 5px; -webkit-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; -moz-box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #333; height: 100%;][style=font-family: georgia; color: #333; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; text-transform: lowercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px;]are you afraid of the dark?[/style][style=border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; margin-bottom: 7px;] [/style][style=-webkit-border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px; border-radius: 100px; height: 100px; width: 100px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/GSpDW.png);] [/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 3px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #333]KUSAN[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #333]DIDN'T COUNT[/style][style=float: left; width: 100px; border-top: 1px solid #efefef; border-bottom: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 40px; margin-left: -100px; padding-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; color: #333]STARTER TIME![/style][style=border-left: 1px solid #efefef; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #333; width: 195px; margin-left: 115px; margin-top: -100px;]The woman nodded at his words, searching around for the perfect Pokemon for him. She made the words Dark and Normal repeat in her head, hoping that something would come to mind. An idea formed in her head and a grin formed on her lips. Pulling out a Pokeball from a near by bag, she walked over and gave it to the young man, along with his starter pack. "This little guy is just cute to boot, and I'm sure it'll make an excellent partner! Don't let his baby face fool you though! He can be quite the trouble maker!" she giggled, patting his large arm and grinned. "You take good care of it, you hear?!" [img]http://cdn.bulbagarden.net/media/upload/b/b4/Spr_5b_216.png[/img] [b]TEDDIURSA[/b] NICKNAME: you choose GENDER: you choose LEVEL: 05 ABILITY: Quick Feet ATTACKS: Covet, Scratch, Leer, Lick NATURE: you choose PERSONALITY: you choose[/style]

[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;]TEMPLATE BY JOHN OF OTE & BTN[/style]

[KUSAN MUROS]

Kusan watched as the professor came out with a Pokemon, a little bear looking Pokemon. The pokeball was in the bears hands. This might be good. Win the talent part of competitions, and if anything does happen, might be able keep it's own in a fight. He nodded in agreement with the Pokemon chosen for him. But, he has been warned. This little bear will cause trouble, probably funny though, for him. This journey surely looked like it was going to be a fun one.

He walked over to the professor, grabbing the pokeball and the Pokemon. "Thank you. I'll do my best for this little one. Keep your eyes on the news, a new coordinator is going to be rising up!" He smiled, before walking out of the lab and into the new world.

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