Kushike, Zsaraku

Name: Kushike, Zsaraku

Nickname: N/A

Age: 11

Gender: Male

Rank: New Trainer, Dark Elementalist{Won't know for a while}

Birthplace: Minoru, Rosemary City

Battle Style: Using purely dark types, Zsaraku is still in progress on developing a main strategy.

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Personality: Zsaraku can be a bit hard to understand. He is quite conscious of others. He doesn't like to see people who look down, though that is usually where he is all the time. He likes to be with others quite a bit at times. He hates to cry and even punishes himself for doing so. He had continuously felt that he was alone, and he felt most people hated him, but he couldn't stop himself from being by them sometimes. He was usually quiet, but there were times he just needed to talk to someone to feel a bit better about himself.

History: Zsaraku had been born in Rosemary Town of Minoru. He had lost his own parents when he was six years, so he was always alone. He didn't have any friends to play with, or anyone to stick by in times of trouble. He felt like he had been hated by all people -- and Pokemon, though this thought was only an illusion. He had left home a long time ago looking for something for him to do. He for sure seemed in need of a friend.

Almost by wish, something wondrous happened to Zsaraku. When he had been walking in the fields, he was found by a Poochyena. It didn't look very happy, in fact, it looked upset as it had gone on as if not noticing Zsaraku. Zsaraku had followed the Poochyena, who attacked after being followed. The attack had put a scratch on Zsaraku's right eye. Zsaraku fell back and thought: Another pokemon that hates me... that's all... He had made the spot he had fallen the spot he would be sleeping for the night. He hadn't anywhere to stay, given the fact that no one was there for him at the time. He would just sleep anywhere, even in the middle of a path.

Zsaraku woke up the next day and found there was somebody watching him. It was the Poochyena, and it seemed to be trying to figure him out. He looked right at it, and it looked right at him. Zsaraku looked away, sure it would attack again. He got up, his new scar on his eye. He started walking again, then he could tell the Poochyena was following him. It was an interesting turn that things had taken. Other than that, Poochyena had its own scar on nearly the same spot as it had given. He took note... they were really very alike. He could feel it, they were both very alone. No one was there for either of them, and they had both been looking for someone. In the end, they had become inseparable partners who bonded tightly together. They have become best friends.

Badges:

Items: 5 Poke Balls

Money: :PD: 15,000

Pokémon

Pokémon: Poochyena

Nickname: Guest N/A

Gender: Male

Level: 5

Moves:
Tackle
Howl

Ability: Run Away

Personality: Almost the same as Zsaraku, minus the punishing itself.

Exp: 0

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