* Name: Scratch
* Pokemon name: Weavile
* Trainer Name: Reiner
* Region: Johto
* City: Sinjou Ruins
* "House Name/Location": The northern Forests
* Pokemon type: Dark
* Age: Maturity of 32
* Level: 48
* Description of Character: Distant, Most of the time Unimpressed, Hates Following Orders, Hates waiting too long, Hates not doing something active
Yeah I had a trainer once. Yeah, he was there for me. I was born in the forest, naturally from my mother and she sat me in a safe spot. She didn't come back for hours... days... I sat there, crying of course and hungry as hell yet along came a small hiker boy named Reiner. He'd apparently been going around with his parents, picking the fruit around this region by the look of the sacks they were wearing. I was scared, and I growled at him the more that he got near me. I didn't know him, I didn't trust him... I ran of into the bushes a few yards away.
He came back the next day with a box of nuts and pokemon food and the scent filled my nostrils as my drowsy self woke because of the scent of the food. I went over to the same spot, next to the tree and saw his face. Still frightend, I growled at him and swiped the food from the box. His face was disappointed looking and I paused for a moment before he began to cry. I soften my scowl and noticed that it was the only food he had brought with him. He must have come far just to see me again and he expected me to share. I entered back in and gave him a third of the stash and sat there. He smiled and clapped happily. The days went on, the same scenario happening over and over again. I gave him a third and he went on his way. I had grown up and so had he. Eventually it got to the point where I would wait for him at the same spot every day. Until... He stopped coming. Oh I was sure he would be coming back. Maybe he'd gotten sick. Red and brown leaves started to fall... Snow began to drift down. Had I been abandond... again. No... He went on a trail that humans would often go on. They weren't coming by either. The only activity I got was the bird pokemon pecking at my crumbs of food.
What happened to my trainer.... I don't wanna even think about it. But I wasn't gonna let anyone push me around. A couple days later, I came upon this annoying Murkrow named Jak. He said he was starting a club, a gang if you will. I didn't really want to join, but he had food... shelter. I had no other choice at this point. I took it upon myself to follow orders and stick to the script... until now. I'm tired of taking orders. I'm tired of doing the shit that Jak wants to do. And this mysterious plan that Jak has hasn't gotten us anywhere. But... I stay. For the food. For the water. For the protection... I'm in this thing whether I like it or not........ I think its time to change that.