Name: Dashe Melos
Age: 14
Height: 5' 5"
Starting Town: New Bark Town
Personality: "Jehuty isn't REALLY my Pokemon. That's insulting, honestly. He's my best friend before he's a Pokemon."
Being the son of a prestigious Poke-Scientist and Poke-Archaeologist, Dashe was used to Pokemon and their influence on the world. Because of his family's strange habits, he was bullied and picked on. The other younger kids feared his growing scyther, and would pull pranks everyday until Dashe hated school and nearly all of humanity. However, in middle school he was bullied less, and thus able to develop more socially. Modern day Dashe is reluctant to open up to others, and thus more reserved than a typical teenager his age. He fumbles with communicating sometimes, especially around women. Though, when he is able to keep his slight social anxiety in check he can be cynical, perhaps pessimistic, but very loving and loyal. He feels strongly most, if not all Pokemon should be treated with more respect. Because of this, he doesn't view his scyther, Jehuty, as his Pokemon, but rather his equal and friend (funny enough, Jehuty doesn't seem to mind too much).
Likes: Rainy days, snow, the cold, sleeping in, his family, Pokemon rights, Team Plasma, his best friend Jehuty.
Dislikes: Other large imposing Pokemon, Team Rocket, Team Magma/Aqua, Team Galactic, the "New" Team Plasma, fire, dark caves, Eelektrik and Eelektross (unbeknownst to him), being alone
History:
Being out in the tall grass was anything but quite. You could hear the sounds of life all around you. You had to.
"Be sure to watch this area. Don't focus too much on the top." Dashe's father said. He was a tall pale man with dark hair and glasses. It was easier for him to just stay in his lab coat than to change every few hours. He was pointing out the area Dashe should be watching with the tip of his shoe. "Occasionally peer over the top for anything big, but you're going to want to focus on this area. If a pokemon gets your legs, it could be deadly." This was Dashe's first experience being out in the tall grass, a habitat for pokemon. Dashe was only six years old.
"Pokemon are deadly Dashe. They have multiple ways they can take down anything they preserve as threats. Many are very territorial. But we as humans posses different set of traits besides sharp claws or teeth. We have our combined human ingenuity. Humans are the only species that comes together to exchange ideas and pushes forward. We create technology, shelters, and tools of war." As he said this, he pulled out a small orb. Every child knew what this was. It was a pokeball. A tool for capturing these beast. "You might be too young to understand Dashe, but this is a dangerous world. You have to be strong." He said with a smile, looking at his son before turning back to continue trekking through the grass. Dashe was silent with fear.
"Shh... Do you hear that? Listen." His father said, turning towards Dashe but not looking at him. Dashe closed his eyes and tried concentrating. After a moment, he heard it. It sounded like something was moaning in pain.
"D-dad... Is that normal or is it crying?" Dashe said, pulling on his father's coat.
"It sounds like it's dying. This is perfect. Dying pokemon are the only way to ensure a safe capture!" He said, sounding almost thrilled. Dashe felt his stomach drop.
They came unto a clearing from the tall grass. Laying there was something Dashe would never forget. Writhing in pain, laying on it's back was a scyther. It's arm blades swaying in the grass as if to reach onto something, but the only thing it was doing was cutting up the soft earth.
"Is it-"
"Oh wooowww!" His father said, walking closer to it. "It's a scyther. It's one of the large bug Pokemon. It seems to be trying to lay her eggs..." He said, walking until he was just outside of the scyther's reach. "... But it seems to be having complications."
Dashe wasn't sure wither he should approach or not. But he saw his father lift the pokeball with his fingers and with a soft motion, dropped it on the pregnant scyther. It bounced once, and violently opened. The scyther turned red and see-through, and then was devoured by the ball. The ball hit the ground, violently rocking back and forth.
"She's a fighter... but..." As his words ended, the rocking seemed to cease as the red dot in the middle faded. "... She's too weak to break out. I'll analyze her at the lab and see what I can do."
"Are you going to save her?" Dashe said, walking up to his dad.
"I'll try."
Dashe waited outside his father's lab for a few hours now. He sat against the building, forbidden to enter for fear he'd touch things and break delicate equipment. His father is a gene therapist, and a good one at that. He'd treat pokemon all over the world with rare and exotic conditions. His mother was a researcher for ancient ruins. She was passionate about discovering the secrets of the world. They lived comfortably in a small town. The town held Mr. Melos's lab, and was accessible to a train where his mom took to whatever place she needed to go to. Dashe wasn't to familiar with their work, only that they were important people, unlike his other class mates. His dad owned a Blissey, which helped him with treatments, and his mother had a Ratata for protection when she traveled around the world. Today was suppose to be the day when his father helped him catch a pokemon.
"Dashe, wake up." A soft warm voice said, waking him up. Dashe had fallen asleep outside the lab. The sun was setting and the evening breezes grazed the town, making him shiver. It was his father but... He wore a soft, fake smile. Unable to hold back his disappointment and regret. He softly opened Dashe's hands and placed a small warm capsule in his hands.
"Whats this Daddy...?" Dashe said, looking at it closely.
"It's the only surviving embry-I mean, baby that the scyther was going to have,son. The mother didn't make it, nor this one's brothers and sisters. I had to get it out or it'd die too."
"This is a... baby?" Dashe said in wonderment. He couldn't see it, but it still felt warm.
"Yes, and it's very weak son. Keep it close to you. I know I promised you we'd capture a pokemon for you but... this is better. A pokemon that grows up with you bonds with you. Those bonds can give you strength Dashe." He said softly, running his finger through his son's hair.The capsule was an artificial egg that he developed a while ago to do help incubate patients before they were fully developed. Once they scyther was big enough, he'd break out the capsule, though there was always the risk that the capsule could break early, or that it could suffer from birth defects from being pulled from it's original egg.
Dashe pulled the capsule close to his heart. A single tear fell down his cheek and onto his pants.
"Why are you crying son? Are you upset with your pokemon?" Dashe shook his head, and looked at the capsule in his hands.
"No... I'm just... I just feel sorry for it... It lost it's parents and it's all alone now." He said, sniveling.
"It's not alone anymore son. It's got you." He said with a genuine warm smile.
And eight years later...
The soft rays of the morning grazed Dashe's cheek, causing him to stir. He grumbled and rolled over. After a few moments, he sluggishly sat up.
"Jehuty... Hey... Jehuty you awake?" Dashe said, rubbing his eyes. Across his room was a scyther, in a large cushion he called his bed. All around his room were scars of his pokemon, Jehuty, living with him. Having a pokemon with blades for arms wasn't the easiest, but Jehuty refused to stay in a pokeball, much less sleep outside.
"Jehuty! Wake up!" Dashe reached by his bed and picked up his school bag and threw it at his scyther. Without looking, the scyther smacked it out of the air.
"Hrn." It said, more of a groan than anything. It was pleased with its reflexes though. Dashe was too.
Throwing his legs over his bed, Dashe started to get ready for the day ahead. "C'mon Jehuty! Mom's going to be here for another week! I bet we can get breakfast in before I go to school!"
Jehuty turned it's head to Dashe and exhaled a sigh before getting up slowly.
But Dashe's mother wasn't home. Most of her stuff was still here. Confused, Dashe went to the lab. No one was there. Not his father, not his Blissey, not any of his assistants. Dashe went to school that day, and waited for his parents to come home.
Two weeks later...
Dashe finished packing up his essential stuff in a satchel and put it over his shoulder. On his belt was a bag that held medical things and Jehuty's pokeball. Jehuty was waiting at his door, looking at him concerned.
"We have to go Jehuty..." They both knew it had come to this. No one in the village would take them in, because of the discrimination their family gets for being so involved in pokemon. Dashe knew of no family members that could take them in, but more than that, Dashe needed to find his parents again. He needed to find out if something happened.
He had eaten everything in the house he could eat. Even Jehuty started to hunt in the local woods for meals for Dashe. Dashe managed to find some money in drawers and odd places, but it wasn't much. It wouldn't be enough to last them, and Dashe knew it. After talking it over with Jehuty, they both decided it was time to start looking for their parents.
Outside, they both took one last look at their house. Jehuty looked at Dashe out the corner of his eyes and scooted closer to him, touching his arm with his shoulder. Dashe looked back at Jehuty and smiled, placing his hand on his green head.
"At least you didn't leave Jehuty."
Pokemon:
Scyther "Jehuty"
Level: 01
Gender: Male
Personality: (Before leaving home) Nonchalant, laid back, empathetic, (after leaving home) defensive, Protective, cautious, tense
Flaw: Though Dashe's father improvised a birthing capsule for the scyther to develop in following his mother's death, the result was a birth defect in the scyther's vocal cords. Jehuty cannot communicate with Pokemon in their native "language". The result is Jehuty not understanding the habits and customs of other Pokemon. Interestingly enough, Jehuty seems to have a greater ability to empathize with humans. Its unknown if this is because of the flaw or the fact Jehuty has only been around humans save for hunting for food. He also has a strong fear of fire after an accident caused Dashe's room to catch fire.
Likes: Dry sunny days, tall grass, laying in trees, Mrs. Melos's cooking, meat, drawing, Dashe and his family
Dislikes: Fire, Fire Pokemon, All other Pokemon, Mr. Melos's cooking, vegetables, fire.
Moves:
Vacuum Wave
Leer
Quick Attack
Steel Wing (egg move)
Night Slash (Returning player bonus egg move)
Held item: None
