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Pokemon Trainer OC

I figured it was about time I made an OC for this fandom so why not now!?

Name: Garren Vale

Gender: Male

Age: 21

Trainer Type: Possibly a Paranormal Investigator.

Appearance: He’s dressed in a cloak when he travels but underneath it he has shaggy brown hair, a body honed by traveling and exploration, and most of his body is covered in freckles. Despite his physique he actually looks quite geeky and kind, the most distinguishable feature about him are the two ragged vertical scars that go down across both of his eyes and his eyes whose color are a pitch, seemingly soulless, black. He usually wears Black jeans, a Purple red t-shirt, a dark grey baseball cap and a thick pair of brown hiking boots as well as a pair of brown finger-less gloves.

Before meeting Psyrath he had deep brown eyes.

Pokemon:

Catacomb the Shiny Male Spiritomb:

The first pokemon he caught and his partner, They’re as close as a man and 108 spirits sealed in a keystone for heinous crimes can be. They’ve been through everything together and as such they trust each other completely.

Level: 100

Dark/Ghost

EV: Built for All Out Offense

Moves:

Shadow Sneak

Sucker Punch

Pursuit

Will-O-Wisp

Psyrath the ??? White Hand

One of the legendary White Hands, it was captured by Garren in Lavender Tower where it took an interest in the boy after a long battle in which he captured it and then ran from Buried Alive. It gave him the ability to see into the world of the Unseen, the world that belongs to the pokemon from Urban Legends, Ghost Stories, and the like from around the world.

Level: ???

Type: Dark/???

EV: It seems to be naturally built around having incredible offensive capabilities but little to no defensive capablities

??? is a type that is normally shown through a non-ghost pokemon using Curse, the typing itself only has a weakness against Fairy-type attacks while doing normal damage to all other pokemon through it’s typing, they’re considered to be among the strongest of attacks but cannot hurt Fairy type Pokemon.

Moves:

Psychic

Brutal Assault: A ??? type attack in which Psyrath curls into a fist and hits the opponent with 2-5 hits, it’s considered the most powerful of multi-hitting moves although it cannot do any damage to fairy-type opponents.

Slash

Spectral Fist: A ??? type attack and what’s considered to be the most powerful in this type, He curls into a fist and charges up energy before unleashing it upon his opponent in a punch. Slightly more powerful than hyper beam but requires a turn after to rest.

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Personality: He’s really passionate about what he does but other than that he seems to be quite kind and a good person to be around under the hard shell that comes with what he does.

About/Bio: Ever since he was a kid he’s had an interest in the supernatural, most would think that this would mean he had a love for ghost pokemon but it goes beyond that for him. He investigates the stories that most people would just believe to be myth or legend, stories such as the ones about the King of the Unknown and Pokemon such as Charon the Gardevoir. His journey began the day he turned ten when his parents gave him a pokedex that they had ordered for him along with some pokeballs, his town didn’t have a nearby lab so he went to a nearby mansion that had been abandoned for years to catch his first pokemon.

How fitting that the pokemon that would become his partner would be a pokemon that stands on the periphery of the line between Natural and Supernatural, in the mansion he came across a keystone that contained an unnatural power, as he stepped outside it was revealed that it was the pokemon Spiritomb, a shiny one no less who seemed to be special as he had what looked like a scar going across it’s right eye. He quickly threw a pokeball at it and caught it with no problem as the pokemon had already decided to accompany him.

With his new partner, who he had named Catacomb, he set off on his journey to study and prove the existence of the urban legends and myths that so many deemed untrue. For 11 years his journey led to a variety of dead ends, hoaxes, and various other lies and as his quest continued he contemplated giving up. This all changed on one fateful day, a day that would change his life forever.

He was in lavender tower late one night studying the ancient texts and any information he could find about the legends of White Hand and buried alive, when all of a sudden Catacomb alerted him to a presence within the room. He turned around and his eyes widened as he gazed upon the legend itself White Hand, it was far more terrifying than what any stories or legends had said, the surface of the pokemon appearing to be a stark white with black where the “flesh” hung in tatters or otherwise. Despite that he quickly pulled out his pokedex and scanned it, the pokedex beeped and then finally replied “Pokemon Unknown, Information Unknown.” Despite the fact it seemingly lacked eyes he felt it gaze deep into his soul, as if judging if it should bother with him or not, it’s answer was made clear as it attacked him without remorse.

Catacomb leaped into the way as it shot off a shadow ball at the entity, an unearthly roar ripping through the tower as it was weakened by the attack, Garren quickly leapt into action and commanded Catacomb, battling with the creature! With the rush of adrenaline running through him he expertly commanded Catacomb, quickly weakening the white hand further and further until it wavered and seemed to hover closer to the ground, he then took his chance and threw a pokeball at it.

Fear pulsed through him as the pokeball wobbled once….twice…and then a third time……before it finally dinged, confirming that it was caught. He walked over and picked up the pokeball as he smiled, he finally did it, he could finally prove the existence of a living urban legend. He then heard another unearthly roar as his eyes widened again, if White Hand was real…..maybe buried alive was too…..he heard an ancient and raspy voice call out. “It’s cold….so cold…won’t you join me?”

He then turned around and watched as what looked like a corpse with twin vertical scars going across his eyes and pokeballs attached to it’s hips slouched towards him, without thinking he returned catacombs and ran, the creature roaring as it tried to keep up with him, he bolted down the stairs, dodging the ghost pokemon that were in his way with Buried Alive hot on his heels. He finally slammed the doors open and ran out, watching as it slowly came towards him, only to stop right at the doors, it seemed to glare at him for a moment before roaring and turning back, heading back to the grave it called home.

He breathed heavily as he realized that if those two were real, then maybe all the others were too. He then realized just how dangerous his profession was and contemplated quitting for good until he looked upon the pokeball that contained White Hand, he shook as he opened the pokeball, sending White Hand out.

He gazed upon the…thing before him as it seemed to look into his soul and contemplate…..except this time it was not deciding whether to attack him or not but instead deciding what it thought of him, the first one to ever defeat and catch one of it’s kind in over a thousand years, ever since buried alive was still a living trainer. it’s “hand” opened before him, revealing a single eye in the center of it’s palm which opened up and gazed at him. The eye itself was a pitch black with a blood-red Pupil, he then felt a presence press against his mind, an ancient and powerful voice filling it.

"I have seen into your mind human, never has another human actually wished to enter our world, to find us in our habitats and study us, to find out what we are. Not since the one you call Buried Alive was still a living breathing human. Be forewarned that once you follow this path there is no turning back as the moment you take notice of the pokemon who go bump in the night then they will take notice of you. Do you accept your the path that fate has laid before you?"

Garren stared up at the ancient pokemon and replied. “Yes, I want to know more about the pokemon that are written off as nothing more than urban legends, I want to study them and find out their origins and what they are, I want to walk among them and see their world.” White Hand stared at the human and admired his resolve, was it true or was it just sheer stubborn stupidity? “Fine, you may call me Psyrath as I tire of the name your kind has given me, now allow me to give you the eyes necessary to truly see” white hand then slashed at Garren’s eyes and he screamed as he felt his flesh rended by Psyrath’s power, he quickly shut his eyes as the pain dulled and when he opened them again his eyes appeared to have healed completely and he saw the world in a far different way.

he watched as he saw White Hands circling around Lavender Tower, he watched as pokemon that most people only ever saw in their nightmares flew through the air and walked beside him and the moment they all noticed that he could see him they stared at him before Psyrath raised his “hand” they all then shrugged as they went on their ways. “What you see before you is the world for what it truly is, when I slashed your eyes it gave you the ability to see our world. Normally we only ever reveal ourselves to humans of our choosing and conceal ourselves beyond your sight the rest of the time, we are all many things, ranging from pokemon only seen in the deepest nightmares to pokemon who died violent and horrific deaths to pokemon who discovered dark power and changed because of it.

We are the Unseen, the Urban Legends that your kind are so fond of talking about.” His eyes widened as he returned Psyrath and ran inside the nearest Pokemon center, the nurse appearing shocked by his new appearance but none the less healed his pokemon. “Do you need to see a doctor sir?” she asked as she returned his pokemon. “No i’m fine. I’m fine.” He walked over to a mirror and gazed at his reflection, noting the two jagged scars that now went across his face similar to buried alive and also the fact his eyes had turned a pitch black.

After that day he walked the dangerous line between the world of humanity and the world of the unseen, whether he would end up as a lifeless yet ever-living husk like buried alive or conquer the power he was given and become a person in harmony with both worlds is yet to be seen but he’s doing his best to achieve the latter, but will it be good enough?