I'll join.

Name: Roger
Species: Breloom
Apperance: Roger has four large seeds on his tail instead of the usual three. Oh, and he's shiny.
Personality: Roger's almost always looking for a fight to become stronger. However, he'll only fight someone who's worthy, so he doesn't beat up anything that moves. He knows when to kid around and when to be serious, though he's the latter at most times. When he's not fighitng or in the mood to fight, he's pretty laid back, but most of the time, he's in the mood to fight. He does respect Pokemon even if they turn down his challenges, and doesn't just walk up to Pokemon saying "Wanna fight?" though. Other than that, he's pretty normal, with no tramatic expierences that have tainted his mind.
Brief History: Even as a Shroomish, his personality was pretty much the same; always wanting to fight, but in this case, to evolve into a Breloom. He grew up in a nice, warm, loving family, with many siblings (he was the oldest). Uh...I'll fill this in a bit more when I come up with more stuff.

((Do we start now or do you want to wait for a couple more people?))

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name: Rayne
Species:
Appearance: She looks like every other absol only she has a scar running across her right eye.
personality: Rayne prefares not tot fight because of her upsetting past.She will fight only when attcked and never when challenged. Rayne spends most of her time in her cave beside fortree city and veiws battles among trainers as entertainment. she takes comfort in being left alone as she is known as a disaster pokemon.
Breif history: Rayne was greatly mistreated bye her trainer. The H.P.F.O (hoenn pokemon freedom orginization) helped free her and send her into the wild. She was rejected by her former clan because of the unatural moves she knew from the tms 18 & 25 that she had been froced to take. Her former trainer was a member of team aqua, this is where her deep hatred and fear of the sea stems from.

{I'm your third so can we start now or shall we wait for even more}

Rayne danced through the tall grass. Using her rain dance as she went soaked the lush green grass that flattened under her feet. She stopped dancing when her paw plodded into a mud puddle. She lifted her paw and settled in an Oran berry bush beside a large tree. She used rain dance very often, although she never liked using it she couldn

"Stupid forest," Roger grumbled to himself. He was in desperate search of his home, a large Watmel Berry tree. It was hard to miss, but roger had traveled too far off from his home searching for food that he was lost. Pushing tree after shrub after bush, he still was unable to find his home.

"And now it's starting to rain," he sighed. "Well, this is just fantastic. Guess I'll have to stay here until it clears up," he finished, leaning against a medium sized tree, slowly slumping down until he was sitting down.

Rayne looked up through the sparkling leaves of the Oran berry bush to see a Venamoth whom she had noticed many times fluttering above what must have been its nest. Rayne followed this venamoths gaze to the other side of the tree which the bush she was hiding in grew beside. Possibly another pokemon. The rain she had caused was easing off so she uncovered herself from the bush, ate an Oran berry and directed her gaze back to the large Venamoth. She had seen a venamoth before, on her escapades with team aqua. Team aqua was raiding the safari zone in Fuchsia city when they were stopped by a heroic man in a ninja suit. This man was a trainer and had a venamoth. Among the other venamoth in the safari zone this was bigger and more elegant than the others. It used a combination of astounding attacks that defeated Aqua in an instant. This venamoth reminded her greatly of that in kanto.
The tree rustled and a voice sounded "Hello" it said. Rayne made her way to the side of the tree where she could see the source of the voice which was a sceptile.

After resting for several minutes, Roger chose to continue on, even in the rain. As long as there was no nearby thunder or lightning, he'd be fine. He still was trying to find his home, but he wasn't even sure he was going the right way.

Eventually he wondered upon a Venomoth and a Sceptile. After a short moment, he gathered the courage to ask them, "Excuse me, but do any of you know where a large Watmel tree is?"

"Thanks, and I am hungry, but you see, the Watmel tree is my home, and I'm...lost," he sheepishly admitted. "Well, I was, until you told me where to go, thanks. By the way, I'm Roger. What about you?"

"Maybe I should just eat here for now, I'm tiring of carrying these.", he thought, still holding the two Oran berries, the fruits of his search, either Pokemon, trainers, of a combination of the two have picked most of them already. Without thinking he took a bit out of one of the Oran berries.

I wanna join this RP. I'll apologise now for any grammatical mistakes I'll eventually commit. I'm not even a tiny bit used to RPing. X(

Name: Line
Species: Linoone
Appearance: A shiny Linoone.
Personality: Friendly, kleptomaniac
Brief History: Line was born in a route around Fortree City, in a group of stealers Pok

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NAME: Mackey
SPECIES:
APPEARANCE: Unusually colored, with a black body, teal spikes, and purple eyes, and is a bit smoother than other metang.
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PERSONALITY: Unbelivably Violent and Rash. Mackey is unbelieveably self-centered and wild.
BRIEF HISTORY: Mackey was an unusual creature. He, a few years before, had gotten lost nearby Fortree, and can't find his way out. Thus, he made home in the forest, and has lived off of anything he can find. With no second thought, he will attack, attempt to kill, and eat anything he encounters.

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"Come on! We're almost there!" Said the man holding the map. "But I'm getting tired! Can't we rest somewhere?" Said the man who had been adressed as Brent. "We can rest when we reach Fortree." Said the last man.
Just then, out of some foilage, leaped out a Metang. He bashed the Mapbearer out of the way, and slammed The man who had adressed another man as Brent. Both flinched from the powerful blows the Metang had dealt, and then looked at Brent.
"What are you doing!? RUN!" Said the man who used to have the map. The map had now landed on the ground and its ink was beginning to completely wash off.
"What... Odd coloration." Said brent, looking at the Metang. The metang just intently stared back.
Brent, then, threw out a pokeball, as he yelled, "Combusken, go!" Out of the pokeball came a Combusken, of course, he seemed slightly weakened by the rain. "Combusken, Fire spin!" Yelled Brent, as the Combusken began whirling up a huge fiery vortex. The Metang just flew up to the Combusken and swiped at him with a metal claw. The metang was suprised to see that such an attack didn't seem to work to well. The Metang was trapped in a ring of fire, and he was at a potential disadvantage, and the Metang wasn't quite sure what to do...

"Oh. Heh, nice to meet you!" Line said, with a smile. "Talking. Yes." Hmm...why haven't I thought of this before? It's so obvious... Line thought to himself. He wasn't the most clever of the Linoones: in fact, he used to be called "goofy" among his friends, but he didn't really care. He knew he was silly, and haven't heard any complains so far regarding his behaviour.

Line watched as Renjiro munched on his Grepa, and felt his stomach twist. He sniffed the air for some seconds and looked up to a tree, to see some juicy Oran berries hanging on the very top of it.

"Food!" He shouted, and in a subtle he jumped on the tree, climbing it fastly, snaking on its stalk. The Orans were stick to the very far end of one of the highest branch. He litteraly sticked to the branch, and, trying not to look down, he slowly reached for the two Orans. Quickly putting them in his mouth, he turned around to return to the stalk, but lost his balance and fell.

Fortunately, he landed softly on a bush. He shook his head and, still with the Orans in his mouth, returned to where the other Pok

Name: Shard
Species: Charmeleon
Appearance: A scar on his right arm
Personality: Very arrogant and egotistical
Background: His father is a Blastoise, his mother is a Charizard. Because of who his parents are, he has gets picked on a lot so he has learned to fight with a variety of attacks mainly special attacks. Due to this, his physical attacks are weak.

"Ooh a battle!" he exclaimed, finishing the first Oran berry. He liked watching battles almost as much as being in them.

"How far away is it?" Roger asked Rais. He didn't want to travel too far just to find out that the battle would be over by the time he got there.

Name: Murky
Species: Murkrow
Appearance: A normal Murkrow with a golden beak.
Personality: Mysterious yet fun loving. Has a french DNA part. Getting him into the french rhythm.
Brief History: Doesnt see many pokemon, is very French.

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"Me oh my, A little gathering of pokes. Havent seen others for ages." Murky muttered to himself. "Ah, must greet them, yes, greet them.." He grinned and paced up to a small, long creature like a ferret and a hovering purple butterfly. There was also a tall green thing he'd never ever seen before. Murky hasnt seen many different pokemon before, he's only seen Weedles, Caterpie's and Pidgottos.

"G'day to y'all." Murky said with his eyes gleaming at them. "<s>Je m'appelle</s> I call myself Murky."

Line looked a bit puzzled. Even though he was a thief, most of the time, his group and himself could easily deal with their thieving without getting involved in a fight. They were very fast, so they always ended up escaping before his foes could react.

However, that sounded somehow, interesting. Perhaps, if he witnessed a battle, he would be able to learn a bit, thinking about future plans.

Before replying, he looked up to see a Murkrow presenting himself. Still with his mouth full, he introduced.

"Name's Line. Nice fo meef ya'"

"Line... Tis an honour." Murky listened out for squabbling noises in the distance. "I heard something about a fight. What is zis?" Murky loved to start fights, but they never got to be bad fights. He'd never seen a big fight.

Meanwhile, back at the battle, both the metang and combusken were losing strength. The combusken's punches and kicks weren't working too well, but the metang was badly burned, and was about to faint. Just then, brent threw a Pokeball at the metang. The metang dissapeared in a flash, as it was absorbed into it. The metang was weakened, but it had a little power left that Brent didn't quite know...
The metang burst right out of the pokeball, and attacked the Combusken with a psychic force. The combusken fainted, and roger returned him to his pokeball. He looked at the metang in shock, as the fiery whirl died down. "That... was my last one!" Brent said, as he backed away into a run. His two other colleagues soon followed him. The metang was alone; he had won. He knew this as he crashed into the dirt below.