Generations (POKEMON-TRAINERS OPEN)

[~#Black Feather#~]

She nodded in understanding. "They just want us to prove they are strong...taking hold of our free-willed powers..."

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

Nyan nodded "It's true." He sighed. "They think we love them, too. Just because they caught us in a ball and put us in a PokeCenter every few battles.. like we can't heal ourselves."

[Wilte]

Name: Rancor
Level: 52
Species: Charizard
Trainer: -Released-
Nature: Hardy, Bold
Holding: Focus Band
Other: Abandoned by his owner after defeating the Elite Four, Rancor was "retired" into the wild at an early age. He was raised as an independent, no-nonsense pokemon, and rarely experienced anything other than training battles. He was the lead pokemon of the party, and the most experienced. Now, as a wild Charizard, he seeks to find his old owner and rejoin the party -- or so he thinks.



Name: Kasper
Level: 25
Species: Ninetales
Trainer: Wild
Nature: Gentle, Modest
Holding: Nothing

Other: A tad shy and always gentle, Kasper is a quiet Ninetales who secretly wishes he could join a pokemon party. He loves to roam in parks and spend time with other wild pokemon.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

((Accepted! I like how you put the Charizard's history))

[Wilte]

(Thank you! )

Rancor's fiery red eyes blazed within the shadows of the trees, his large size not hindering his slinky movement as he silently extended himself along a branch. The sounds of talking pokemon traveled up into the air, not escaping his notice. His predator-like eyes skimmed the ground below, falling upon what looked to be the shape of a Persian, fit with experience, and a small blue pokemon beside it. It looked to be something like a vulpix, but the color was like nothing he had seen before. How strange.

They both looked to be peacefully napping, although he couldn't tell from this distance. A glow of pride and recklessness filled him, and he let his gaze once again fall upon the persian. He was well-conditioned from seasons of battles. But against a elite-four victor, the battle was sure to be short. Rancor longed for the days of harsh training, breathless battles and well-earned victories. And surely, an intruder on his territory was a likely cause.
Without any hesitation, he released his clawed grip on the branch, releasing an ear-splitting cry as he lurched from the branch with wings outspread. He landed a few yards in front of the pair, smoke billowing from his nostrils.
It was as if he had escaped their nightmares, and had manifested in time for them to wake.

[~#Black Feather#~]

Titani blinked, looking up. She caught the charzards gaze, and she stood up taking a few steps back. She'd heard rumors of a charzard on Mt Silver, and...well, the rumors weren't very...um, pleasant.

[Wilte]

Rancor glared at the small, oddly-colored pokemon ahead of him. Instantly, he knew she was of no threat. He couldn't help but notice that they were almost alike -- with strange colors adorning their bodies, he wondered if she had ever been a treasured party member. Extremely sought after, rare, expensive. The fire in his eyes dimmed only for a second with the clouding of memories, but then resumed to their former challenging state. He mentally pushed her aside in his mind, focusing on the main competitor, here. The only threat, if any. The persian.

With a mere glance, he could tell that his level was far lower than his own. But still, he thirsted for a battle, and was prepared to settle for anything. In the back of his mind, he heard his trainer shout with pride, "Take 'im out, Rancor!" He would oblige.
He bellowed again, as if to awaken the whole forest, which would possibly catch fire in the next few seconds.

[~#Black Feather#~]

Titani blinked, her eyes widening. She jumped up in surprise of the roar, and she hid in the shadows. She watched everything, and her eyes suddenly became blank.

She was remembering everything, how the trainer's Wartortle took her out, and the trainer caught her in some strange, purple pokeball. She'd never seen that type before. Then, she woke up at the pokecenter...the trainer was stupid enough to keep her out of the pokeball. She burned the entire center down and retreated...

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

Nyan looked at the Charizard before standing up and stretching. He began to slink towards the dragon-PokeMon, a sly grin spread on his face. He accepted the PokeMon's challenge, though he knew he would lose. It would be worth the fun. He circled the dragon once, before suddenly running forward and throwing his claws at the dragon's lower stomach. If he missed, then he would try again once the dragon had shown the Persian what he could do.

[Wilte]

-Kasper-

Kasper trotted amongst the tall grass, a graceful, flowing movement exclusive to his species. He was in no particular hurry, nor was he headed in any particular direction. He paused to sniff the air, his delicate nose quivering in the breeze.
He froze.
An enfuriated snarl erupted within the forest, sending a flock of flying pokemon into the air with terror. His eyes were wide, and he was nearly frozen in his place with shock. If anything were to charge him now, he wouldn't stand a chance. Thankfully, though, the sound came from far off. He barely dared to breathe, despite this notion. A sense of apprehension traveled from his tails up to his mind, a wary caution. Despite his own fear, he continued in this direction, although less cheery.