Name: Reana Brightwater
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Location: Goldenrod City. Originally from Cherrygrove, her parents moved from the simple country life into the big city as they secured high paying jobs within Silph Co.
Personality: Although bright, cheerful and positive on the outside, this merely masks Reana’s insecurities. Although she portrays herself as self-confident, in actual fact she is quite shy, and unsure of how too handle herself around new people. She dis-likes tense situations, and so tends to break them up with humour, some how instinctively knowing the right moment too do so. She is most comfortable around pokčmon, as she isn’t really sure how to relate to other people, have been a loner for most of her life. Nonetheless, she is eager to make friends, and once she does she is intensely loyal to them. Sometimes at confusing odds at herself, she simply likens herself to “a walking contradiction”, and is curious about all things spiritual. Strangely enough, she has a queer addiction to shiny things- beads, metallic objects- if its reflective, she’ll often become entranced, simply watching the pattern of light reflecting from it.
Before Appearance: Tall and slender, her tawny gold hair falls to her waist, thick and silky. She usually wears it in a loose plait, threaded through beads, and ribbons. Her eyes are a bright, emerald green, contrasting slightly with her pale golden tan. Her usual outfit consists of snug, faded blue, flared jeans, which have delicate silver silvery traceries of the moon and stars winding up the right legs, and left thigh. She wears a short-sleeved black t-shirt, with a small cartoon devil sporting clumsily stuck on wings and a halo. Over this she generally wears a dark blue sleeveless vest, and matching fingerless gloves. She wears plain white sneakers.
Crystal: Lunar Gem
Hybrid Appearance: Her hair is still a tawny gold, but there are darker streaks mixed through. Her ears have moved up on top of her head, and are similar to a wolf’s, but they are sharper, and slightly longer. (think Umbreon). Her teeth sharpen substantially, and she gains a soft, silky coat of short black fur as well as a matching tail. Interspersed evenly over her coat are faint yellow rings, which brighten around her tail, upper arms and legs, and there is a large, golden diamond marking on her forehead. Her jewel is embedded in her forehead. Her hands convert slightly to paws, with retractable claws, as do her legs.
Attacks: Faint Attack, Shadow Ball, Quick Attack, Moonlight
Pokčmon Owned: A large, perverted Arcanine by the name of Miroku.
Relations: Open
Other: **looks around furtively, and drops an A-bomb** *whistles* “What? I didn’t do anything and I can prove it!” **holds up a Barney toy** “umm.. you weren’t supposed too see that….”

Name: Aphrodite
Species: Ninetales
Gender: Female
Personality: Smart and sassy, she interjects comments with scathing sarcasm. She holds herself slightly aloof, and is supremely self confident, though this occasionally carries across as arrogance. However, she is sorely troubled by events in her past, refusing too disclose them, even though they affect her actions. Her temper flares quickly, but subsides just as fast, and she often has violent mood swings. Her real temper takes a while too be provoked, but when it is she holds nothing back. She loves junk food, especially chocolate, and can be somewhat pathetic in her attempts to get some.
Appearance: Her coat is a deep, nutshell gold, while her coat, belly, and tail tips are a metallic silver. Her eyes are a deep violet, and change within that spectrum according to her mood.
Crystal: Flame Crystal
Attacks: Flame Thrower, Safe Guard, Fire Spin, Confuse Ray
Other:


~~Reana (Lunar Crystal) ~~

“Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh I’m gonna be late! I knew I shouldn’t have had that last jam donut!” I wailed, bolting down the road as fast as my legs would carry me… It wasn’t very fast, too say the least. I had been staying with relatives in Ecruteak City when I had heard about some archaeological dig that had pokčmon troubles. Interested, I resolved too go along. But my aunty was famous within my family circle for horrendously over-feeding people, and I had willingly succumbed to her blandishments. I pulled small ball from my belt, and pressing the white button a t its centre, maximised it. Biting my lip, I glanced at the pokčball in my hand. Should I risk it? With a deep sigh, I released my one and only pokčmon- Miroku, my Arcanine- one with severe mental problems. As the white light slowly faded, it revealed a tall, deep chested firedog gambolling around me, tongue hanging out as his hazel eyes stared at me with lewd interest. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed a hold of his silky cream mane, and after a precious few seconds had been lost, managed to haul myself aboard him.

“Go straight for the camp! Extreme speed!” I yelled, my hair whipping in my eyes as my faithful (and perverted) Arcanine took one giant leap forward- and the world around me blurred. Some minutes later and he jerked abruptly too a stop, leaving me dangling from his mane, upside down and straight in his face. Giving me a wide, doggy grin her promptly shoved his cold, wet nose down my shirt. Shrieking, I let go of his mane and slapped him across the face.

“PERVERT!!!!” I screamed, startling several Pidgey in the general area from their perches. Whimpering, and giving me a reproachful look, Miroku pawed his nose. Oh no, I wasn’t going to fall for that… My mahogany coloured Arcanine was a master of manipulation- and too put it politely, had an all out obsession with anything female that had a heartbeat. It was quite disturbing really… and even more annoying. Scowling at him, I raked a hand through my bangs, letting them flop back into my face, squinting emerald eyes at the chaotic mess of a camp before me.

Of course, I received no attention at all, and with one hand wrapped firmly around Miroku’s collar, walked into frenzy. Immediately, a large, fat balding man grasped my arm and wheezed, “Your late! Hurry up and go into the cave!” Having delivered his message, he waddled off in some random direction. Shrugging my shoulders, I looked around, finally settling on a large, cave-ish looking hole near some large boulders at the foot of the mountain. Mounting Miroku once more and warning him against any funny stuff- “You know what I mean!” I said with a glare- I sent him off in the general direction.

After many harrowing near-death experiences, having to duck various sharp objects thrown at me, and having been exposed to practically every swear word in the English dictionary, we where at the cave. I pointed at it and announced dramatically, “In.” Miroku groaned, before whuffing slightly and jogging in. I was forced to bend over slightly at the low ceiling, before the small tunnel widened out into a large room, which contained three offshoot tunnels. Still worried that I was late, (and going to miss out on catching a super-intelligent pokčmon and masses of prize money- well, at least that was what I was told) I simply poked Miroku, and whined, “Pick one….” Serving me a disdainful look over his shoulder, my Arcanine nonetheless picked the right hand tunnel.

Too lazy to be bothered getting off, I merely tightened my hold, and crouched lower into his fluffy/silky/what-ever-you-wanna-call-it fur. “Don’t get any idea’s” I scolded him, as we raced through many different caves, some containing trainers, some with startled Zubat and Geodudes- and some where empty. I was getting bored quite quickly, but as Miroku seemed to be tracking a scent, I was content too let him be. He stopped abruptly, and I blinked with astonishment. His whole body was tense, muscles rippling like silken steel beneath his coat, and he was snarling, hackles raised.

Confused, I jumped off him and peeked around the corner. There was a mixed group of humans and pokčmon standing in the front of a large, ornate door that had a large crack running from its base, which seemed to be slowly widening. The trainers in front of it seemed quite agitated, and from a lofty perch on the rockslide of the tunnel, a violet-eyed Ninetales was eyeing up Miroku with a predatory gleam. The pokčmon suddenly seemed to go berserk, frantically trying to get the humans away from what I was suddenly sure was a very, very bad place. Miroku growled, a deep rumble that vibrated through his chest, before he whined with fear, his aggressive posture disappearing like water through a cupped palm.

He grovelled in the dirt, paws held over his eyes, and tail tucked firmly between his legs. Confused, I returned him too his pokčball and took a step forward. And promptly fell face first into the dirt. The earth was shaking and pitching angrily, and the crack on the door turned into many, until it finally burst open in a shower of rocks fragments. From deep within its dark interior, a terrifying screech sounded, and the hairs on the back of my neck rose. Several mighty footsteps shook the ground, and then I heard the unmistakable sound of a bird taking off. I cautiously opened my eyes- and immediately wanted too shut them again.

A dark, mighty phoenix passed over head, and the rock before it melted and rippled into a smooth tunnel before the force of its fiery breath. Composed entirely of dark flames, it almost seemed like the embodiment of evil. I shivered, and my mind linked it too a strange combination of Ho-oh and Moltres- only much nastier, bigger, and clothed in red and black. Plus, those pokčmon generally wouldn’t make everyone within a 100-metre radius want to cower into the dirt. Well, maybe they would- but that’s not my point. For a moment, random words and phrases rose and whispered in my brain, along with fleeting images. Already slightly shocked, I was too numb too really comprehend what was going on. A moment later and the strange Ninetales was before me, her tails swept elegantly around her body as she assumed a regal pose before my crouched figure.

She looked down her snout at me for a moment, before barking an order. Blinking, I unsteadily rose too my feet, and was surprised too find a warm body underneath my outstretched hand. My eyes faded in an out with strange sun spot like shapes, and I stumbled forward blindly, my hands seeking a rock surface to cling to while I recovered. My footsteps seemed to echo for a moment, and then I tripped face first- yet again. I let out a startled yelp of pain, as I couldn’t see anything before me, as I had been partially blinded by the heat waves rolling off the strange Evil Bird. My forehead hit a smooth, faceted surface, and I lay there for a moment, butt sticking into the air, wondering why it didn’t hurt.

When my scrambled brain finally started too make some sense, I managed to fall over backwards, somehow tripping over my own feet- tough I strongly suspected it was in actual fact, a soft furry paw, but I had bigger things to worry about. Such as the fact that my sight was slowly returning- and showing me a room full of floating, rain bowed crystals. I was momentarily overawed, before something smacked me in the face. I let out a half strangled yell of outrage, before a sheet of cool, white fire raced over my entire body. I sat there on the floor, frozen with fear as I felt fur sprout from my skin, my ears lengthen and grow points, before moving too the top of my head- and my hands turn into strange paws.

Shivering uncontrollably, I hugged my arms around my body as the last of the light faded, my eyes open and staring out into space. ’This is just a dream, just a dream…’ I murmured too myself, unable too cope with the sudden whirlwind change of events. Still slightly numbed from it all, I eventually forced myself to get over it. Rocking on the floor and acting like a mental ward patient wouldn’t help anyone- well, it’d make me feel better, but that wasn’t what I needed right now. After carefully clambering onto unsteady legs, I felt a strange pressure at the base of my side. There was a sudden ripping sound, and I felt something spring free of my jeans. Yelping, I half twisted around to see the Ninetales with one paw outstretched, a claw clearly glinting in the dim light that entered the chamber, from various pokčmon, and outside sources.

I blinked rapidly, watching something twitch and wiggle at the corner of my vision. Loosing my patience, I grabbed it angrily- only to give a high pitched yip of pain as claws sunk into my tail. Wait a minute- back up. I had a tail?! Utterly confused, I began twisting around and examining myself from head too toes. My sneakers where in shreds, as my hind feet had ripped through them with sharp, silver claws. My hands also sported these, and too my surprise they where retractable, much like a cat type pokčmon’s. My entire body was covered in soft, downy black fur, with bright yellow rings on my forehead, upper shoulders, thighs, and tail, which was large and fluffy.

I was informed by a low, sultry voice from beside me, that “You are now part pokčmon- and Umbreon too be exact. Of course, you now where near as cute” For some reason she emphasised that particular word, “ as Little Eevee boy over there. Though I pity him for having Ezra as a guardian,” She mumbled, her violet eyes shining in pale, pastel colours with mischievous good humour. I turned around too see the golden Ninetales from earlier, and absently nodded at her words as my mind began too catch up with recent events. Half a minute later and I whipped around, asking in a shocked voice, “Hang, you can talk?” She rolled her eyes, before answering with in a sarcastic tone, “No, my mouth’s just moving. What do you think, human?” The last word was said with a slight sneer, and I frowned, unsure of how too react.

I coughed quietly before saying, “My names Reana Brightwater. What’s yours?” The question had evidently caught her off guard, but she rose too her feet in one sleek movement and replied off handedly, “Aphrodite.” She then wandered over the cavern too talk with a tall Ampharos, the red gem on her chest winking at me as she passed. I was confused momentarily, and frowned slightly. But my forehead felt strange- and as I lifted a paw too see why, I encountered a smooth, hard, stone.

“Crap…” I groaned, remembering how I had head butted something. “Great- juuuust great.” I grumbled, before I let myself sink too the floor. That was when I encountered the first of many (well actually it was the last in a long line of them, but I had a feeling they’d be way more after this,) surprises- my legs now hinged backwards. Obviously, my jeans weren’t meant for such movement, and pinched horribly. Cursing under my breath, I carefully pulled one claw down the centre of my jeans, slitting them from around knee height. I bounced a round for a moment, trying them out, and was satisfied.

I began to grin, and cheered, “Yes! I’m half pokčmon, how absolutely cool!” Several other people in the cavern gave me strange looks, and I waved back sheepishly, my hands fumbled at my belt. Without warning, Miroku’s ball tipped loose, automatically flying back to my hand- I mean paw- and shrinking back down to the size of a large button. I clipped it back on my belt, and warily watched the shape of my Arcanine take form. He looked around curiously for a moment, before seeing me and grinning. “Heya babe!!” he yelled, jumping forward, and landing with easy grace.

I frowned slightly, and poked him in the forehead as he waited for praise. “You are such a dimwit.” I sighed, my tail swishing with agitation. The mahogany firedog stared at me for a moment, before taking another step forward. “Reana?” He questioned, understandably curious. “Umm…. Yes Miroku…” I said nervously, not liking the sudden gleam in his eyes. Howling with laughter, the stupid animal promptly collapsed too the dirt, rolling around the floor as he vented his amusement. Growling dangerously, I barked, “Get up you good for nothing piece of dog food!” He opened one hazel eye before replying, “I am a dog. And you, my fair lady, are one mighty looking half-pokčmon.”

This of course, sent him off into a fresh course of laughter, and thoroughly fed up with him, my foot connected with his face. “SHUT UP!!!” I yelled, and blushed heavily as everyone stared at me, open mouthed. “Oh man…” I moaned, realising the scolding glares of several pokčmon, as I had interrupted their lectures on just why we where in this predicament. My ears swivelling too catch their conversations, I glared at my ill-mannered pokčmon, fur on end and my claws un-sheathed. “I’m warning you…” I hissed, stalking forward. Miroku scrambled too his feet, and promptly began apologising, dropping too the dirt in front of me with his belly up. “Sorry Boss,” He whined, wriggling like a puppy. Slightly appeased, I scratched him in his favourite spot, and deciding too try out my new limbs, began a mock tussle with him.

It ended with a flash of gold bowling us both over and saying with utter boredom, “Finished yet pups? You may want too listen too what the other crystal bearers have too say.” Once again embarrassed, I slunk over to the large group, refusing too meet anyone’s eyes. I mean this was cool and everything- but I must have broken the world record of embarrassing myself more three times in less than 5 minutes! Aphrodite just smirked, her tails waving in my face as I walked past. “Why me?” I moaned, looking around for someone too fill me in. My ears twitching constantly, I caught the sound of someone’s pokčgear reporting on something about the Evil Bird- and the ensuing discussion on whether or not too follow the Dark Phoenix.

By eavesdropping practically the whole time, I managed too piece together that some Evil Bird called the Dark Phoenix was currently rampaging over Johto, would only appear at night, and was headed for Olivine City, having already demolished Ecruteak. Added together with several smarmy comments from Aphrodite, I finally understood what was going on. And I made my decision- I wanted too curl up and go too sleep. Seemed like the easiest thing too do in my opinion. Unfortunately, that wasn’t going too happen- a group of smarty-pants trainers where throwing pokčballs left right and centre.

Having no clue what so ever as too this seen turn of events, I looked around for a way out. I was a human, no way was I going into a pokčball! Frantically whistling, I vaulted onto Miroku’s back, ignoring his fierce growling. I barely managed to make myself heard of the cacophony of human cries, and pokčmon attacks. “GEMME OUTTA HERE!” I hollered, crouching down low on my faithful companions back. Aphrodite seemed strangely frightened, and quivering with fear, curled herself around me on Miroku’s back, keeping up a constant stream of muttered whimpers. Trying to avoid various flying objects, I none-too-gently guided my Arcanine in the direction of a large Rapidash. It’s rider, along with a strangely demented Persian, where currently bolting for the only exit, along with several other trainers and pokčmon that couldn’t fly/climb etc.

Deciding that this was the safest course of action, I gently kicked Miroku behind the shoulders, yelling for him too follow the Rapidash. My Arcanine currently looked like a giant fluff ball, and I was assuming that I didn’t look much better, as my back muscles tensed, waiting for the impact of debris. We fought our w ay through the mayhem, finally breaking through too the clear space of the tunnels. The Rapidash was already a fair way ahead, and Miroku promptly head after it, gracefully clearing any obstacle too our progress. I was slightly perturbed at Aphrodite’s sudden change in behaviour, and could only put it down too the appearance of trainers- as she had been full of smarmy, sarcastic comments mere moments before. She had managed to put her head halfway up my shirt, and I could feel her shivering, and her tails where wrapped firmly around me.

I was finding it a little hard too balance, but Miroku helped in his own way, constantly adjusting the balance changes of his passengers. We fled through the tunnels, always keeping track of the Rapidash ahead, before we finally emerged into a large cavern, which had an opening leading out into a small clearing. My legs shaking, and slightly numb from the events that had happened in the past hour or so, I bonelessly slid from my Arcanine’s back with an audible thump, as several other people skidded in behind us, looking dusty and slightly worse for the wear. I looked around for a moment before furiously digging around in my backpack, which had stayed with me through a miracle of fate.

With a triumphant yell, which startled someone into a yelp- I couldn’t tell who, I produced some food. “Chocolate!” I squealed, unwrapping a Cherry Ripe. Miroku flopped too the ground beside me with a loud, doggy sigh, and Aphrodite curled up beside him, strangely quite. I offered her a bit, and after warily sniffing it, she accepted the treat. I looked a round for a moment, before saying aimlessly, “I have chocolate if you want it.” And then I discovered d my Maltesers, which where kidnapped by Miroku. I served him a fierce glare, before laughing and opening the packet.

Whilst totally weirded out by everything that had happened, and was happening, I was happy with my chocolate, and my buddy Miroku. A minute passed, and the firedog laid his head in my lap, giving me a pleading look as he saw the rest of my Cherry Ripe. “Please?” He whined, rolling onto his back. For my answer, I settled myself into a cross-legged position and lightly tapped his nose. “No way.” Miroku was silent for a moment- and then of all the things, for the second time that day, I found something wet diving down my shirt. This time however, it wasn’t a nose- it was a long, drool covered tongue searching for a malteser. Screaming with fury, I slapped him as hard as I could across the face, and scrambled away too safety.

“YOU STUPID MONGREL!” I howled, and a crackling ball of dark energy formed between my cupped hands. Growling ferociously, I propelled it towards Miroku, snarling when it missed. I was about to launch a second attack when someone tripped me over. I lay in the dirt for a moment, before complaining, “Ow.” And got up, brushing myself off like nothing had happened. What can I say? Some people react to stress and strange events by breaking down. Me? I get chocolate cravings and an overly hormonal Arcanine, who has no respect for females- and is the biggest pervert under the sun. I don’t know what I did too deserve this, but I’m sure it had nothing too do with the time I painted Miroku hot pink. Right? I mean, all these events are totally un-related… I hope.

For the millionth time that day, I received several blank, confused stares.. I blinked, before blushing and hiding behind Miroku. I had actually said all that out loud !!! I groaned, and sank too the floor. Why was my life so cruel? Why couldn’t someone else embarrass themselves on an average of once every 15 minutes???


OOC: Sorry about being late hope this is okay! Ack, if there's any spelling mistakes sorry, I proof read this, but I think I missed a few.