Be a wild pokemon!

The object here is to be any non-legendary pokemon and survive in the world of pokemon!
The regons are:Kanto, Johnto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, fiore or Almia.

To become a pokemon you must fill out the folowing form:

Name:
Speces:
Shiny or no:
Level (5-20):
description:

Level will decide your starting amount of Pokebucks. 5 being the most (2,000) 20 being the least (500)

Please provide a plot before this can continue, simply being a wild pokemon is not very descriptive...

kanto
snappi2
charmander
shiny
lvl 5
Just a wild pokemon striving for some judged battles

Name: Lust
Speces: Kirlia
Shiny or no: Normal, but randomly alters between shiny mode, significantly boosting her stats. She has no control over this, nor does she know why this happens...
Level (5-20): 16
description: Lust, always a loner, was much sought after for her immense beauty and rare abilities... She longed to be loved but found no affection amongst her fellow Pokémon. They only saw her as a gorgeous Pokémon, but never dared to venture deeper, to her inner being. Yet, despite her loneliness, she was a special Kirlia. She had known that she was "different" and destined for greater things, regardless of whether she consented or not. Her powers were unknown to her but knew that every so often "it" would happen and she'd tranform. The transformation unleashed an enormous amount of energy, but the rest of her abilities remained secret to her. Because of this, she attracted attention, but not the good kind... Emperor Rhyperior and his Terra Squad mercenaries had noticed her uniqueness and desired to make it their own.

Lust is also very cold at times and distrustful, finding it hard to make friends. She believes that everyone around her has an alterior motive and longs to find a friend, someone compassionate enough to make her feel safe and wanted. To see the Pokemon, and not some tool. She enjoys the quiteness of dark nights under the glowing moonlight and her favourite spot is in an Oran Tree, deep in the heart of Mewdown Meadows. Despite her rough exterior, something beautiful lies hidden but only a spark. She is soulful and embodies the virtue Grace. She is on a quest to find out who she is and what her purpose, her destiny is to become...

Name: Pierre
Stantler
Not shiny
Level 10
Region: Johnto
Description: A proud stag of majestic composure. He focuses on honor and integritey as he fights his way to the top. His description pales in comparison to Lust's.

(Wow LustFMA, you're a FMA fan and Pokemon fan as well? Cool! I was brwosing past this forum and came across your entry.. I must say I was impressed. So I decided to join in the fun. Would you mind if I joined you?)

Name: Greed
Speces: Riolu
Shiny or no: Not shiny
Level (5-20): 15
description: Greed is a Riolu with a past. He is a charming and often laid back character, with an insatiable appetite for fun and mayhem. He used to be a soldier, a devout member of the Poké-Renegade, a faction of highly-trained traditional warriors, who fight against the wrath of the Terra Squad. He defected after an infiltration mission, where he disobeyed direct orders and his obsession with material things took over. Lt. Guts, a Machamp who happens to be an expert martial arts commander and leader of the brigade of freedom fighters, was not impressed and had Greed severely punished and locked up in the Unown Dungeon. Greed spent many nights in his dusty prison, along with other rebels and villains. After honing some inner ability, he managed to break free. He now hunts the world for valuable treasures and dames as well, following his own personal motto: "The more you own, the happier you'll be." His trained eye seeks powerful artefacts, and above all, the Legendary Stones (stones with unimaginable power).

He has much potential and expertise in hand-to-hand combat, but will only fight if threatened. He has a good sense of humour and adapts relatively easily to his surroundings. He feels at home among a crowd or on his own. He's vengeance against Lt. Guts has grown steadily over the months as well as his hatred against all figures in authority. He does, however, have a soft side and can sympathise with the poor and outcasts of Pokémon society, though he avoids this as it will damage his "bad boy" image. His closest friends are other ex-soldiers, Crush, a Zangoose, Shiver, a Snover and Strike, a female Serviper. Despite being so diverse, the group is very close, almost a family. Whenever Greed is not on a solo mission, he is accompanied by his gang. His steadfast attitude has given him the nickname "Carrier of Courage".

(Of course you can join. It's not my thread. Just felt like posting here, if I am allowed to, that is)

The Kirlia was walking alongside the lake, brushing the water, causing it to ripple. That night was particularly bright and she could hear the Hoot hoots chirping about somewhere in the background. On crisp, clear nights like this she sometimes imagined she was in the company of a handsome Gallade. She would curtsey and then begin practicing her dancing, alone in the dark: the moon her spotlight, the beach her stage.

After her midnight workout, she leapt up and sat in her Oran Tree, plucking a berry and peeling it. She sat there motionless on a perch; she didn't even notice the sweet juice dripping down her hands, for she had dozed off into an alternate reality. Her mind became a screen which slowly began to play the film of her life. It began, as usual, with such cherished memories of her mother, an elegant Gardevoir, baking delicious treats and sprucing up their lair with Gracideas. It felt so real, she could actually smell the freshly-baked Poffins. That expression on her mother’s face was picture perfect, the closest manifestation she would ever know of pure and utter happiness. She wanted this moment to linger on as long as possible. She knew what was coming up in the following scene. Her body shaked. She could hear the war trumpets blasting as loud as they did on that day. The village she had been raised in was overcome with fear and being consumed alive with fire. Buildings collapsed and boulders were being hurled through the air, like cannonballs. Lust scurried about in vain, desperately trying to seek for her mother. The sound of screams and explosions had deafened her, a little Ralts at the time. She wondered into the streets, but no matter how much she called, no answer came back to her. Finally! A lump on the ground. She had caught glimpse of what looked like her mother, lying somewhere on the floor. As she approached the female figure, she knelt down beside her. She pressed her tiny head against her mother’s chest. “Run!” a voice whispered. Lust looked at her , recognizing the voice. It WAS her mother, gasping for air. “I love you!” she mumbled before coughing. Mustering up her final ounces of strenght she continued, warning her, “Run away from here and don’t look back!” Those words haunted her now. The Ralts refused. The earth began to tremble as stoney giants emerged from the ground. Seeing that trouble was approaching rapidly, Gardevoir blasted her beloved daughter away with a powerful Psychic. That would be the last time their eyes would meet. When Lust opened her eyes, she was standing on the hilltop overseeing the village, unharmed. She stood there helplessly as she peered at the only place she had once called home, burned and blazed. The sun revealed the horros of that night, exposed for the world to see. Amidst the ruins, such smoke had arised that it darkened the dawn sky. A new page of Biotopia's history had been turned. A tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another, and another. Little had she known back then that this would be the first of many attacks in her land, each successively more violent than the previous one. Peace had become a memory, something only read about in books, and soon afterwards a full blown war had erupted. The desert tribes had surfaced and organized themselves under the leadership of a new figure. This unknown tyrant spared no one as he quickly led his forces of terror, which later became known as the Terra Squad, to conquer and crush any resistance that might arise from the villages around. Lord Rhyperior, they called him. She had but one name for him: Evil. Pain had become her best friend and her closest companions, solitude and evasion. It didn’t make sense… Why her? Why her village? What wrong had she done to deserve such a punishment? Mother! she mumbled, with no strength left within her to say it any louder. Her mother was gone. She would have to learn to become self-sufficient. She toughened up and began to loathe the sound of laughter. She hid from the world, hiding in the shadows.

Someone had betrayed their village, she later found out. Someone had told the Terra Squad that rebels were hidden inside their village. Rage filled her every pore. No one could be trusted. After years of suffering and lack of emotion, she stumbled upon a hidden sanctuary. She had found her little piece of heaven. “Mewdown Meadow” the dusty sign claimed. It had become her new home. Void of life, it was almost as if she had died, and yet, was still alive. All these memories played out in her mind.

“Crrrr-unch!” Lust snapped out of her trance-like state, dropping the berry to the ground below. Someone was nearby, watching her, observing her. She could feel it. This uncomfortable feeling had overpowered her. She had to think quick. Somersaulting out of her spot, she landed onto her feet and braced herself for whatever was to come. Her stance indicated that she was ready to engage. She would not give up without a fight.

Name: Wols
Speces: Slowpoke
Shiny or no: Nope
Level (5-20): 10
description: Wols is very sweet and jolly, if not somewhat naive. He is highly forgetful, and would like to acquire a King's Stone to evolve and be able to remember things. However, he is too lazy to look very hard. Even so, he is a very likeable and accommodating character.

Wols poked his head out of a nearby bush. He was munching unflinchingly on a Nomel berry. He cocked his head to one side, swallowed the rest of the berry, and inquired, "How can you sleep in a tree? I'd fall out."