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Name: Bryce
Species: Azurill
Gender: Male
Nature: Adamant
Ability: Huge Power
Age: : 21 Years
Notes: Human-Turned Pokemon, Is terribly afraid of heights. Barley know how to swim correctly. Has like five younger siblings and is known as the 'dad' to them and his friends. Dreams of becoming famous explorer.
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Backstory:
For decades, the Zevar Region had been at peace. Without a formal governmental system to truly divide it, the clans of different pokemon species had simply declared their own territories. It was up to them to decide their borders and enforce them. Local traditions solidified into laws as generations passed.

However, without a policing agency, it was simple for rogue elements to prey on unsuspecting pokemon travelers. Crossing the region became hazardous as more and more teams began to ambush the unwary. Pokemon became more secluded, and mixed less. Contact between clans waned, and it became common-place to display hostility to any pokemon you did not personally know, in fear that they would prey on you.

As traveling waned and local tempers rose, many tribes closed themselves off from outsiders. Only a few roving clans dared to cross the plains. Mostly, these were merchants, collecting food and items to be sold or traded between the isolated groups.

The Kecleon clan in particular rose to power due to their superior marketing abilities and natural camouflaging power. Their prestige was so great that all the clans, even the most secluded, knew of them and hoped for a visit. Some even now dared to seek them out.

These brave pokemon who successfully found and did buisness with the Kecleon clan were allowed to travel with them. It was a hard life, fraught with danger. Bounty hunters and assassins continually targeted the Kecleon, both for their goods and because they were diminishing their power over the region.

Some of the tagalong pokemon were killed in the crossfire. Most eventually tired of the constant movement and thinly veiled terror that lied over the extra pokemon whenever a leaf fell to the ground or a twig snapped. They did not wish to return to their clans, having rediscovered the wild beauty of the region, but also did not want to continue running.

These disillusioned pokemon decided to band together. Not as a new clan, seeing for themselves how that had worked out, but as a collective group that sought to help others. Perhaps, they thought, they could help make the Zevar Region the peaceful place it used to be.

Thus the first Rescue Base came to be. They named it after their leader, Lucario, who possessed the ability to scan pokemon like a psychic to see if their intentions were pure. Using his ability the pokemon gathered their like into a large community. Despite their best efforts, none of the disguised bandits were able to infiltrate the Base, as Lucario would be able to sense their intentions through their aura. They would be immediately chased out of the area with strict instructions not to return.

But not all of the arriving pokemon were bad-intentioned. Any good pokemon seeking shelter and willing to work was welcomed with open arms to Lucario's Rescue Base. They were expected to expel any invading bandits, scour the plains for food and seek new members. A few pokemon liked the idea of the marauders being repelled, but had no interest in joining the Base. These pokemon went on to form small villages near the burgeoning Rescue base. In exchange for the protection, they would tithe a portion of their crops and other food to the Base. They would also send any interested pokemon to the Base for recruitment.

Word spread far and wide of Lucario's Rescue Base, until it's name was ranked around with the Kecleon Clan. The Kecleon found no problem with this however, as they also visited the Rescue Base to barter food for their goods. Common pokemon from around the Zevar Region began to finally extend their sights beyond their territory lines, and they began to petition the Rescue Base with their problems. After a while, there were too many problems to keep up with. So Lucario sent his best pupils out into the region to form Rescue Bases of their own to keep up with the demand. Although none of the Bases were to demand payment for services rendered, it was expected to give the Base a reward for a job well done. These ranged from currency to food to items to evolution items, all based around the difficulty of the job. Jobs were placed into difficulty brackets to keep the overenthusiastic new members from potentially being hired to take out a gang of vicious bandits.
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You now face this realm with naught but the skin on your back. You were lucky enough to be found outside of one of the towns. If you had appeared anywhere else, it would have been likely killed before you had even glimpsed the sunrise. The villagers dutifully told you that the local Rescue Base was always accepting new pokemon. You would be able to find employment there.
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Due to how hostile and strict each pokemon had become truths and hard facts were only accepted in their society. Ideals had become disregarded,dreams became jokes and became tainted by others manipulations.

Little did they realize the effects this caused the two guardians of truths and ideals. It was slow at first but it rapidly became worse and worse, it had seemed like Reshiram had become more powerful but in all reality Zekrom was becoming weaker and weaker untill the lack of strong ideals was too much and made the legendary become dormant.

Reshiram knew that truths could not exist with out ideals, for with out Ideals no new truths could be discovered. So now with the help of Kyurem, Reshiram seeks a way to bring Zekrom back.

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All fixed, thanks again!

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((Fixed sorry,still on mobile))

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No problem, my phone does that sort of thing as well. Dropping/misplacing letters seems to be common between them.

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Ok, fixed again. See ya!

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When Bryce had regained consciousness his head was pounding and it was a struggle to open his eyes. With a hiss and a groan he forced his eyes open, he saw he was laying on his stomach in a clearing of a forest area, to his left was a lake with a watrfall pouring into it. "How did I get here?" He asked aloud to no one in particular. All he could remember was walking home in a horrible storm and it was hard for him to remember anything else after that.


He was about to look around when he noticed a bird laying face down a few feet in front of him. Wanting to make sure it was ok he was about to walk over to it....only to trip on his tail and roll into it. He quickly sat up and was about to apologize when he finally realized what he tripped on. Bryce stared at it for a moment in confusion "H-How did I get a tail?" He was about to reach for it when another important factor was made apparent to him. "WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!?"

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(Italics are for thoughts imo. Or ooc stuff like this. Sorry, was busy, here's my response.)

"Murrh," the bird groaned. "Tired." Cynthia's body ached all over, like she had strained every muscle and simply collapsed from exhaustion the day before. With some effort, she extended her forelimb to flail about for the alarm clock she kept on her nightstand. It felt funny, sure, but her entire body did so this did not register to her in her sleepy haze. When she failed to come in contact with the infernal device, a single eye cracked open a slit to see what the problem was. Dirt and grass came into view.

"Well that explains why I feel so awful I suppose," she mused, blinking and lifting her head slightly. "Did I pass out in a park or something?" A plane of grass met her vision, swaying slowly as a breeze threaded through the meadow. Frowning slightly, she tried to remember what would cause her to pass out outside. Lines deepening on her face as she struggled to recall, she grumbled wordlessly and replaced her face on the ground. Maybe she would try to sleep some of the muscle ache off, she decided.

Cynthia had almost succeeded at such too until a screech sounded much to close to her ears. Eyes closed in discomfort, she turned her face towards the sound, futilely trying to keep her drowsiness. "Shut it, trying to sleep," she complained. This lasted for a couple of seconds before it registered what exactly the voice had been screaming about.

"Eh?" came her oh so dignified response to such a call. Finally trying to stand, she attempted to use her hands to push herself up like she usually did, only to feel a searing pain shoot down towards her shoulders. "Yowch!" she yelped, eyes finally snapping open to look at her arms in alarm. This vague feeling crystallized instantly as she saw grey and white feathers instead of skin. Cynthia stared in fascinated horror at her new appendages, her mind completely blank in shock.

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Bryce was beyond freaking out at this point, it was almost entertaining to anyone who happened to pass by. "Why do I have a tail, why is evrything so big, where are my arms,WHERE ARE MY ARMS?!" He was flailing and rolling about now, scared for a lot of things. It took him a while but he did manage to roll to the water and got a good look of his apperance, Bryce's skin was now like a rubbery blue, a jagged black tail with a large blue orb on it's end an round ears on the top of his head. Due to his gaming knowlwdge he was able to figure out what it was he was looking at "An Azurill? How? I-I should be human! Heck out of all the pokemon I had to be a small armless rabbit!"

Bryce let out an aggrivated groan and started to attempt to get used to this...new body by walking over to what he now knew was a Fletchling,tripping now and again. "S-sorry for the yelling, are you ok?" Figuring he was now some how a pokemon ge shoul be able to understand them.

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Cynthia was supposedly listening to her loud companion, but his words seemed to go in one ear and out the other as the Fletchling shook minutely. Perhaps this was an accomplishment, considering how loudly he was screaming. She wordlessly looked up at him as he flailed in the water, but after he got out, she tried to inspect her body, hoping not to find other new 'additions.' She was to be disappointed however, as a long black tail and three-clawed feet met her view instead of the perfectly normal jeans she knew she was wearing yesterday. Her beak opened and closed a few times in shock before she mustered the willpower to shut it.

Jolting a bit in place as her attention was brought back to the present, Celestia just looked at Bryce for a moment. "I have feathers," she stated in a carefully flat tone. trying to stave off the building feelings of utter shock and confusion. "I feel awful and I really don't want to deal with this right now. This is just so unreal. I keep expecting to wake up or something, I just don't know." Turning her blue gaze back to her hands-no, wings now, she supposed, she shook one experimentally, half hoping to shake the unwanted feathers off. Needless to say, this did not work. "I suppose, judging by the amount of screaming you have been doing, that you are in the same situation? I had classes today, you know. How'll I be able to get there now?"

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If given the chance Bryce would have shrugged,he did blushed a bit at Cynthia's comment about his yelling. "Sorry again about that, I really wasn't expecting any of this.I'm honestly not sure how you would attend class...I don't even think we're any where near our own homes, assuming you were human like me." He gave a deep and long sigh, trying to de-stress himself.


Seeing as his little freaking out sessions were mostly done and he felt slightly calmer he attempted to try and move his tail a bit, attempting to get used to the new addition. The more he moved it around the more he felt he could use it as a substitute arm/hand for now. "Maybe we should introduce ourselves first before anything else. I'm Bryce it's nice to meet you."

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Cynthia huffed slightly at the bad news she sort of expected, for after all she'd never heard of someone suddenly turning into some sort of animal at home. Some of her feathers puffed out in her irritation, and startled, she tried to get them to flatten by running her beak over the ones on her shoulders and chest. She resigned herself to asking anyone they met in the near future about it.

"I was indeed human before, well before all this I guess. My name is Cynthia and I wish we were meeting under better circumstances Bryce." She instinctively tried to extend her right wing for a handshake before first noticing the Azurill in front of her had no arms, as he indeed had just finished telling anyone in the area. She awkwardly looked at her small wing and lowered it hurriedly, hoping he wouldn't notice the aborted movement. Wings weren't exactly made for that anyways. She opted for an odd looking bow instead. "Likewise it is nice to meet you."

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Unfortunatley for Cynthia he did notice but simply chuckled and gave a very un-balanced bow back then stood normally again. Bryce offered a small smilel "I wish the circumstances were better too but not much we can do at the current moment. By chancce do you remember how you got like this, it's a blurr for me."

Try as he might he still couldn't recall what had happened. He was thankful that he had the rest of his memories but it did bug him how all he could remember of what he assumed was yesterday,after all he had no idea how long they were passed out,was justrunning home in that terrible storm.

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Frowning, Cynthia shook her head. "Not really. I think I just passed out or something. Must have been painful though; all my muscles feel strained." Narrowing her eyes in thought and concentrating, she tried to remember. "Bright," she chirped softly. "That's the word that pops into my mind. I don't know how or why, but that's the only one that does."

Shaking her upper body to bring herself back into the present, a few feathers popped out of position. It gave her a rather rumpled appearance. Cynthia apparently did not notice, or was preoccupied with other thoughts. "Well we may as well try and find some other people, find out where we ended up," she squawked. Rustling her wings as she tried to refold them properly, she only managed to screw up her feathers a little bit more. Cynthia sighed, knowing this would be a pain, learning how to deal with feathers all over her body. Didn't birds preen or something?

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