Username: Kaya the Rocketchu
Name: Verhasst (Meaning hated)
Gender: Male
Back story (1st person from Verhasst): All I could think of was hate. Hate. That's what I felt that day in town, in the festival. I had accidentally burned a sign and knocked over a bunch of paint cans- and burned them. But it wasn't red fire. It was back when I was a normal quilava, but strangely, the fires burned a ghostly white.
"Uhh..." Was all I could say, before some of the vendors turned on me. A Persian waved a half-burnt box at me angrily. I took a step back. Soon, before I knew it, a Rhydon was trying to cut me up with hammer arm. Or he was trying to smush me. Either way, I made a run for it, climbing over wooden crates and tripping over frantic customers. Quickly I shoved my way past a crowd, which was scattering by the time the angry vendors came through. A Liepard managed to Leave a scar from my back to my tail, but she screeched when she touched the fire.
"Oww! Why, you little..." I blew a line of white fire at her, and she screeched again, flailing her paws at her face in a vain attempt to put out the fire. I smirked.
"Serves you right!" I yelled at her. But despite the random victory, there was a dark cloud in the corner of my mind- what would the consequences be if I got caught? Would I be trapped in jail? Killed? I couldn't bear to think about it. But only one choice was bearable- hated. I could be hated, and I could always move.
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I tapped on the wood of a tree stump. I had managed to grab some cloth from the festival. One of them was tied around my eyes, like a mask. The other was a striped bandanna. I didn't really care how they matched. Out of boredom I began to draw in the dirt. Soon I realized it was a picture of my younger sister. The little Dragonair was playing ball with me, but this was back when we were babies- a Dratini and a Cyndaquil. Mother had looked so proud that day... I shook my head quickly. How could I love when I was hated? If the people I loved hated me.... I couldn't think about it. I stood up and sighed. I trudged through the bushes. Strange, to see a normal colored quilava with a mask, bandanna and white fire to pass by. Not much. Soon I neared a strange tower, tall and looming.
"W-what?" I hadn't seen It before. The grass and surroundings were tinted lavender. Then I remembered- mother's stories about a lavender town, populated by humans. She said the tower was a gravesite for dead pokemon, and a home for ghosts. I began to shiver slightly, but I said,
"Get it together, Verhasst!" to myself. It was hard enough to change your name to one you weren't given by your parents at birth. I ran towards the tower, hoping I could be in a mist of hated pokemon themselves. Birds of a feather. Except for the fact that I didn't have feathers, let alone really knew what a bird should be. I shrugged the thought off, and entered the tower. The gloom closed in around me. I could faintly hear footsteps and a call of a grieving Marowak. I walked forwards, looking around.
"Huh..." Then, I stepped onto a random grave. Pixels shot up from around it, and I screamed.
That was the day I glitched.
Interaction (1st person from Kaya): Heck, what am I doing here, In lavender town? It was a ridiculous thought, but heck. I didn't care anyway. Looking up at the tower, I caught a glimpse of some white fire. What? It stopped, and I made out the shape of a quilava, with glowing red eyes I could see from quite a while away. Huh. I made a RAWR face at him. He made one back. Maybe he didn't, but I didn't care. I blinked, then the quilava wasn't there anymore.
What? Then I felt some heat from behind, and turned to see him.
"Hey, wanna battle?" He asked me, holding out a paw. I nodded.
"Sure!" 
After the battle~ I shook the quilava.
"Hey, are you awake?" Weakly he looked up, blinking his eyes.
"Yeah..." He stood up, wobbling a bit.
"That was rough, huh?" I said. It was rough for me- it was a good idea not to use substitute. But still.
"I-It's hard enough being a hated pokemon." He mumbled.
"Hated???" I asked, lifting an eyebrow. He shrugged.
"It's what my name means- Verhasst. Hated." I put my thumb to my chest.
"Well, my name is Kaya and it doesn't particularly mean anything!" I said boldly.
"Well... Now that I think about it..." he said thoughtfully.
"I am pretty lonely nowadays." "Huh. Maybe you could come with me." Verhasst's face brightened.
"Really?" There was a more cheerful tone to his voice.
"I'd like to!" Why you want him: It's a mystery to me. Partially of the cool design, and of the crazy background I managed to think up. Weeiirrrdd. I don't even know.
Pokeball used: Ultra ball ^^
