Castelia City, the crown of the Unova region. It is a fine city with great business...until that business started getting a little dark in one part of the City.

The call themselves Team Void, and they capture Pokémon, force them to fight until knocked out, then sell them.

They just so happened to find a Zorua one day, and of course they had to catch it. However, this Zorua was very clever, and managed to escape before she could be sold.

This same Zorua was found by a girl once, and taken to her grandfathers shop located within one of the alley ways of Castelia, however, the girl left without Zorua knowing.

To this day, Zorua stays in the shop in a small cage, waiting for something....a trainer to come by one day and get her....or she go and find this trainer.

 

 

Rules:

ALL STANDARD RULES APPLY

 

 

Character Sheets-

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Age-

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Home Town (optional)-

 

Neko's character sheet-

Name- Zorua

Level- 10

Gender- Female

Appearance-

 

Usual Illusion appearance, that is actually a teenage girl- Zorua is a rather short in her human form, she is rather pale with a normal sized bust and is rather slim. Her eyes are a bright, light blue. Zorua has dark grey hair that is basically black. It is just past her waist and has red highlights near the bottom of her hair. In her human form, Zorua always wears fake wolf ears...or so it seems. Those are actually her real Pokemon ears, but she always says they are fake. Zorua wears a dark red tank-top and a black blouse with short sleeves. Zorua likes to wear a slate-grey jacket, however she never actually wears the thing properly, she always has the top part of her jacket at her elbows, making her hood hang out where her mid-back is. This position makes her sleeves look longer, and to her, it makes her look cuter. She wears a black skirt and black tights with red slip-on shoes.

Extra- Zorua prefers to keep her past to herself, however she will tell some people some things.

 

Go ahead, Silver.

Zorua changed back into her human form.

"Let's go ask him." she said seriously, grabbing Hasori's hand and pulling him up. 

"I will help you get ready if he lets us go." she said with a smile. 

Hasori nodded to her. The two of them walked to his uncle's room, where odd music seemed to emanate from the doors. Someone, presumably the uncle, was talking to themselves, and from the sound, was making a loud ruckus.

"He's dancing again." Hasori grumbled, "Cover your eyes." He said, opening the door. Sure enough, the man was dancing. To some, it would have appeared as if the man was possessed by a demon. His erratic movements and murmurs deeply disturbed Hasori.

 

"Hey, stop your sorry excuse for a dance. I've got a question." Hasori said. When the man didn't stop, Hasori walked over to the player that played the music, and forcefully slammed his palm down on the power button.

 

"Huh? What?" The uncle asked, blinking as if he had just snapped out of a trance.

 

"I want to go. Leave Castelia and...well...yeah." Hasori said, crossing his arms.

 

"Oh. Sure. Whatever."

"Reaalllyyy?!~" Sakkaku suddenly said, uncovering her eyes and looking at his uncle.

"Thank you!" she exclaimed.

Sakka suddenly hugged Hasori.

"Thank you too Hasori!" she said with a smile.

"I'm gonna go get some stuff for you ready!" she said, walking out of the room.

Hasori blinked. His uncle actually said yes? That...that couldn't be. His uncle, while weird, cared deeply for him...and always seemed insistent on keeping Hasori on a reasonably tight leash. Hasori's brow furrowed as he looked up at his relative.

"Why? You...usually would tell me no."

 

"Felt like it. Guess maybe I've realized you're bit older, Haso. Besides, you've got someone with you. A Pokemon, sure, but hey. It's good enough since she's..uh...nevermind. Anyways, go get ready or whatever. I'm gonna drink the night away."

Sakkaku started searching through every bit of Hasori's room, trying to find a bag or something.

"Hasori! Help me out with this packing stuff!" she exclaimed.

Hasori sighed and left the room, walking into his own to see Sakkaku going through his things."I have a bag in my closet." He said, opening the wooden door and slowly searching through the large mess that the small space barely held. He grunted, pulling out a medium-sized messenger bag from the closet.

"This'll do I suppose." He murmured.

"Do I get a special bag?" Sakkaku asked, looking at the messenger bag. It looked like it could hold anything.

"I don't have really anything however..." she muttered.