My name is Pikachu von Schweetz, and I'm trying out for 192... Ashen.
"I suppose you want to know who I am... My name is Ashen. It's not too hard to see that I'm the best JMD in town."
I named him Ashen because he looks like someone who'd be named that. I thought it fitting.
"I hate a lot of things. It's hard for me to single out just one thing I really, really hate. But one gets under my fur more than ANY of the rest. And that'd have to be elderly people. *glares* Don't look at me like I'm mean. I really hate them."

"I could list a dozen reasons why I hate their guts. First of all, don't YOU hate it when they say the dumbest things, like, 'How the hay does this com-pew-tah thing work?' If anything, they're asking to get hit in the face. They also smell terrible! It's like they've stopped caring about their appearance completely. At least have a little bit of pride, grandpa wearing the mismatched socks and tweed pants. And let's not forget about how much they rely on us. Their whole lives literally depend on us. They can't do anything by themselves, can they? They can't hunt for themselves, because they say their jewel aches. That's crap. It's not hard to focus a little on making your jewel work smoothly. The whole time I've been alive, my jewel has NEVER failed me. It does what I want, WHEN I want. Plus, they COMPLAIN whenever I do ANYTHING. Let's just say that I've earned myself a little... reputation around the oldies. Whenever I ride my motorcycle around town, those walking bones yell at wave their canes all over the place. What're they gonna do, hit me with their life alerts? Bite me.... oh wait, most of 'em don't have teeth!"