- Name: Xyrea Nalaria (Zeh-ray Nah-Lah-ree-uh)
- Age: 15
- Gender: Female
- Clothing: Picture coming soon....
- Pokemon: Froslass (Frossi; female), Staraptor (Wind; female), Umbreon (Moonlight; male), Espeon (Psyaria; female)
- Trainer
- Other: Xyrea was only 7 years old when her mother died. She has no memory of some events in her life, which causes her some troubles. Her father has been abusing her since her mom's death, so she ran away soon after she turned 13. Her loyal pets, Moonlight and Psyaria, came with her. They train every day, and work to be the best they can be. She doesn't care how other people see her, she just focuses on her Pokemon. She has two friends, that she hasn't talked to in years, and has no way to contact them. She wears two necklaces given to her by those friends to remember them by.

Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring!

The noise was unbearable; the ear piercing sound shattered the walls of Gaviota's ear canal.
"Oh my god..." she muttered, placing her pillow over her head to mute the screeching of the alarm.
She tossed and turned, cursing at it mentally.

Ring ring ring! Ring ring ring!

She snapped.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" she hissed, throwing her pillow at the alarm and knocking it over the small end table. She tried to fall back asleep but the alarm did her in good.

Gaviota! Gaviota!

She can hear the voice of her father repeating her name.

"Huh?" she muttered in a daze.

You'll be late for the festival!

It hit her. She was late for the single most important festival of the year.

"Oh my god!" she cried, springing up from bed and running to her bathroom. Spending a short time in the shower she washed her hair. Exaggerating her movements she took a large stride out of the modest shower and wrapped her flesh in a beige towel.

Looking into the mirror she saw her fogged, distorted reflection.

"Ugh!" she complained, rubbing away the mist to see herself. Reaching for her blow-dryer that was inside the first drawer of her cabinet she plugged it into the electrical socket. She scattered her make-up and other personal items out of pure clumsiness. Combing through her sable hair she began to notice that her natural strawberry hair color was breaking through the black.

"No..." she pouted, trying to hide it by parting her hair to the left, it covered up like a charm.

"Ha! There!" she lit up, drying her hair. When she was finished she parted the long thin strand of hair into two small braids.

"There we go!" she smiled, slipping into her underwear.

She lightly dabbed some lip gloss and puckered her lips together. She ran back to her room and dressed herself in a snug black dress with long sleeves. The length of the dress barely covered her modesty. She bent over to put on sheer black stockings and covered her feet with long black heeled boots, finishing her outfit with two brown belts that crossed over her waist. Packing a few sets of extra clothes and other necessities including her pokeballs into a red duffle bag she paced down the stairs and into the living room.

"Sorry Dad, too late to eat breakfast, I'll grab a bite over there!" she cried, running out the door.

"Bye Dad!" she continued, leaving her house in New Bark Town to head to Ecruteak City.

DELETE THIS PURUGLY :C

*Apollo, the 17 year old pokemon trainer was sitting near the gate of New Bark Town as he yawned from being awake for almost 2 weeks, and he threw his pokeballs and out came his pokemon, and they bowed to him like knights*

Guys...I told you that it wasn't meant to be taken literally...

*he laughed then said" Duke it out and try to get some Experience guys!

"Humans... Those silly humans. They had no idea who they were messing with when they tried to undo me in the past... But oh, you silly humans... I will get you back just yet... I will undo the wrong that was done to me... Oh yes, and my victory... It will be great."

With a flick of it's claw-like hands, the being that loved to simply speak to itself reached up into the sky, as if in some sort of prayer. "My moon... You are bright tonight." and it was. The moon appeared to take on the glow of the very sun; The moonlight made the darkness Pokemon's skin shimmer with a sinister sheen. It let out a low pitched chuckle and appeared to lower it's hands, but then bring them up yet again in a sweeping motion, letting the black 'cloth-like' skin wave behind it's arm. For a split second, the skin covered Darkrai's view of the moon. Oh, how it loved toying with the Luna. No matter if it aided or hindered, Darkrai loved the idea of control over the moon and the people that lived under it. If you captured those that someone loved, they were bound to give in. This had been the law for forever and a day; Why should that change now?

No matter, no matter. Darkrai's night would come some day. But what was it doing, what with this playing with the moon and whatnot? Why, it was biding time. Just biding time. Darkrai was a legend. It had been around for as long as it could remember. It could wait. But there must be ways to pass the time, yes? Perhaps that is what had pulled Darkrai to it's current location. The land of Johto... It had been much too long for Darkrai's tastes since it's last visit. The last time... Wow. Darkrai paused to think for a moment. "Such a long time... Not since the buildings went down long ago..."

Why yes, the particular visit is what you are thinking of. Though the dark Pokemon was not the cause of it, the poor creature had been doing it's ever-so-common traveling around the world. Of course, on the one day that it planed to visit the sacred town of Ecruteak, it arrived on the day of a disaster. ...Perhaps it had been at night. There was no way to know. Goodness, the sky had been so ablaze, it could have been the dead of night and no one would have known. Only Arceus knew if Darkrai had seen the sun, for Darkrai came and went whenever it felt the need. There was no reason to look to the sun for light. It did not need light. It was the living embodiment of darkness after all! Darkness was all. Life itself had started in darkness, as darkness. Light was nothing. Light was simply around to help the weaker sort find their way around the world.

Darkrai sighed and shook it's head. No matter. Yes, those were still it's thoughts, but said thoughts were not needed at the moment. They should... Just go away. Useless things needed to be destroyed, just as the humans had attempted to do long ago. It needed to turn it's attention to a more 'important' subject. This... celebration. Did they not think that it could hear them? Did they dare take it for granted? ...No. It did not seem as such. Their talk was merely talk... Those that were old enough were talking... of Darkrai's past hauntings. It let out another low chuckle. So they still feared. Just as well.

The shadow-like form glided over roofs and treetops. It was midday, but once again, the creature did not care. It was looking for people to... well, haunt. To haunt their dreams. Poor humans... Silly humans. Most suspected nothing. Some did, of course. Some always did. But those whose thoughts were actually correct were ignored, for they were the types to constantly speak of hauntings. The old torturing of dreams... As long as it worked to Darkrai's advantage, it allowed them to keep living. If it felt the need, Darkrai could end a life, end it quicker than one could think, but all of the fussing from the humans was not worth the effort. The creature was already blamed for enough. Like the old Dark type, Absol, Darkrai always managed to find itself on the edge of a tragedy. People used to assume that because of this, Darkrai was the one behind the bad acts and events. Thus, the poor creature had been attacked time after time, driven out of town after town... Naturally, this had been incredibly upsetting to Darkrai.

It had not always been a 'bad' Pokemon. Not at all. But of course, humans always believe themselves to be correct. This sort of treatment had pushed Darkrai to the edge of it's patience one too many times. It's way of thinking changed. It grew angry, but not at only humans. It grew angry at the whole world. It had not caused those tragedies. It had not caused those people all of their pain! Well, no more, it had thought so many years ago. When it's thinking grew (ironically?) dark, so did it's actions. It began using it's Arceus-given powers. It began swooping back and forth from town to town, readying itself to torture, to destroy thoughts. It developed it's 'talent', darking the dreams of humans and Pokemon alike. Those dreams turned into nightmares. Sometimes, the thoughts left permanent damage. Oh well. They were asking for it. They had been asking for it for years.

Darkrai's logic could be complex, but it preferred those thoughts that were simple. These were simple thoughts and, as it sunk through the roof of a house whose residents were napping, they formed a plan.
Find people.
Invade their dreams.
Make them sorry that they had ever dared to dance with the darkness, for they could never keep in step.

Darkness would always be one step ahead, no matter what.


ooc;
go away my writing fails.

Flare strolled out of the Pokemon Center and looked around.

He was in Goldenrod, as he had been for three days now. The sun rose as Flare reflected on his time in Johto so far. He had run into a wild Bayleef and captured it not long after exiting New Bark Town. After an easy trip to Cherrygrove and a boat ride from there, he had landed in Goldenrod. He smiled as he remembered his challenge to the gym leader shortly after arriving and clutched his Plain Badge in his hand.

A sudden noise made Flare look up. He relaxed as he saw that it was just a resident opening their door as they set out to start their day. "That reminds me," he thought to himself. "I'd better head to Ecruteak for the festival." Flare stood up and headed out of Goldenrod, sending out Inferno to walk alongside him.

"To the festival!" he said to Inferno, smiling.

Xyrea rubbed her eyes, blinked a few times, and yawned.

"Ughhh...I don't wanna get up....too...sleepy~"

Psyaria, her Espeon, leaped up onto the bed and curled up on Xyrea's head.

"ADFLKJLSGWHAT'REYOUTRYINGTODOSUFFOCATEME?"

Psyaria seemed to give a small smile, purred, and stepped off her head. She turned around swiftly to push her tail against Xyrea's nose and mouth.

"FFFF-gaggaggaggag-YOU FURBALL GET BACK HERE!" Xyrea yelled as Psyaria dashed out of the room.

"Gah...That's a nice way to wake up." she sat at the end of her bed and started getting dressed. Today she wore a normal T-shirt, some ripped jeans, and a couple necklaces given to her by lost friends.

"Sigh..." She clasped the necklaces in her hands. "I wonder if I'll see them again..." she saw Psyaria peep her head in from the corner of the door.

"Hey Psya..."

Pysaria tilted her head, looking worried, and lept into Xyrea's arms. She knew what her master was thinking about, having psychic abilities and all. She licked Xyrea's face a few times, purring.

"Well anyway. We have to get to the front room and pay Nurse Joy. We have somewhere to be going later, right?"

Psyaria nodded, today they were going to Ecruteak City.

Jake stepped off the train, adjusting his glasses so they fit neatly back onto the ridge of his nose. Bright sunlight filtered through light clouds the speckled the sky, making the pavement unbearable to stay on for too long.

The teen followed the other passengers to the doors of the Goldenrod Bullet Train Station. The sun glared off the glass doors as he stepped in. Cool air met them as they entered the station. Jake tried to rearrange his hair back to its usual unruly yet refined mess, but he gave up after a while.

Jake fixed his blue bag back onto his shoulder and walked out to the front of the station, looking towards the many tall buildings of Goldenrod City. "It's been a while since I've been here," the coordinator chuckled to himself. Last time he had been in this city, he had received a contest ribbon.

A taxi pulled up to the sidewalk and stopped in front of Jake. The passenger side window rolled down and the driver looked out and said, "You Jake Blackwood?"

The teen just stood their for a second, unsure whether to answer him. I didn't call for a taxi... "Your father called and placed a reservation."

Of course he did, Jake thought. "Yes, Im Jake."

"Well hop in. It shouldn't take but an hour to get to Ecruteak." The light on top of the taxi lit up, signaling it was on duty. Jake scooted into the back seat of the car as it started down the main street and off to Ecruteak. "Here I come everybody," Jake mumbled to himself before he settled down for a nap.

Berri was on her every day morning stroll with her pokemon on the bright and clear morning of the first day of the three-month festival she would be attending later. She gazed upon the bright and beautiful colors of the new area- various shades of red, orange, and yellow. This was different from what she had been used to, different from what she'd seen before. Usually, she had seen bright green grass and dark green trees, as well as pink flowers that gracefully swayed in the wind, but this was different. She was now in the beautiful Ecruteak City.

Berri had arrived in Ecruteak City the previous night from Azalea Town, where she spent the night in the local Pokemon Center. She had recently moved in with her aunt and uncle; about a month ago, to be exact. She had moved from Hearthome City, due to her mother's anxiety of her getting 'hurt' again. A mysterious gang was starting to appear on the streets of Sinnoh, and Berri found herself in a situation where she was forced to battle. After being humiliatingly defeated, her mother decided to send her away to her aunt and uncle in Azalea town.

Berri never was quite the battler- she never liked the idea of her precious pokemon being beat up on by other pokemon. It just seemed... cruel to her, to say the least. She wanted to do something different- something safe, yet fun. Conveniently, she had lived in the only city in Sinnoh to have a Contest Hall, and that's when she decided to become a coordinator. She was and still is quite skilled when it comes to contests, and her three pokemon- Perry the Chatot, Floon the Drifblim, and Missy the Misdreavus- had earned her a fair amount of ribbons. When her mother had mentioned to her that she would be sent to the Johto region, she was somewhat sad, yet blissful due to more contest opportunities and new experiences.

"Hmm... The celebration starts soon!" Berri exclaimed, gasping at her watch. She thought, and after a few seconds, realized she did not know exactly where it was being held. She looked around, but she saw no one she could ask. Sighing, she turned to her Drifblim. "Floon, do you know exactly where the celebration is being held?"
Floon floated around her, as if to say, 'Yes'. "Bliiiiim~"
Berri sighed in relief. "That's good, I was worried there for a second."
Floon stared at her with a confused expression.
Berri chuckled. "Ah, nevermind, lets go, then!"
Floon nodded and floated off towards their destination, and without hesitation, Berri followed closely behind.

As the morning sun slid over Ecruteak City, turning dark indigos to fiery oranges and bright blues, a small caravan drove through the empty streets. In front, a large matte black SUV barreled along the road as two sleek white limousines followed silently behind it. As the seconds dragged out into unbearable minutes, the minuscule fleet arrived in front of their destination: a lavish hotel across the avenue where the festivities were to be held later. From each limo stepped out a frail old man dressed in the typical garb of a chauffeur. Like professionals, they simultaneously opened the doors of their respective limousines.

"This is this city's pathetic excuse for a high class hotel?"chided Evelyn Delacroix as she slowly slid her long legs out of the idling vehicle. She flipped her platinum blonde ponytail from in front of her left shoulder as she snapped at the waiting bellhop to retrieve her bags from the depths of the car trunk.

"It could be worse," chortled Victor Carson with a hair flip of his own, "I mean, like, we could've gotten a hotel without Presidential Suites." He merrily plopped a bright red lollipop in his mouth as he walked with Evelyn into the lobby.

"Pearls with diamonds on the same chandelier? Tacky," hissed Evelyn as she looked around the great room with distaste.

"Someone's seeing Aunt Flo today, isn't she?" giggled Victor as he ruffled her hair.

Evelyn rolled her eyes as she sauntered over to the elevator and rode up to her room, which just happened to take up the highest floor. As usual, she had made sure Victor's room would be close to hers, but of course she was above him. She'd always seen him as less than her. In fact, that's how she viewed the world. Sure, Victor was her friend. That didn't mean she had to praise him or anything. No, in her world, things just didn't work like that. Ever.

As Victor rode back down a floor after making sure Evelyn got to her room, he smirked. He knew perfectly well what she thought of him. Even though he seemed like he was perfectly willing to bend to her will, he had his own agenda to follow. He would continue to let her think she was pulling the strings. That is, until he found a way to get his family company to somehow own hers.

~*~

About an hour later, when everything in their rooms was settled to their liking, Victor and Evelyn walked out of the luxurious hotel.

"Shall we go down to the venue?" asked Victor.

"But of course!" proclaimed Evelyn, and they both strode across the avenue with their heads held high.

ooc;;
ohaider, crappy intro :'D