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Elizabeth Vivian Rose. The girl who is going to get her first Pokemon today. The girl who's brother was a famous Pokemon ranger. The girl whos parents died when she was 7. Yes... THAT girl. The moment she gets her first Pokemon, her adventure starts.

"Elli! Come down here before the Dragonite Bus leaves the ranger station! Its a miracle they let you on, so lets go!" Benjamin shouted up the stairs. He put his hand on the railing and tapped his foot. "Elizabeth!" Wow, was he impatient.

"I'm coming Ben! Just wait while I get my hair up." Elli said through a scrunchie. Benjamin's Raichu climbed up onto her dresser, looking at itself in the mirror. How vain... She grabbed the town map off the bed and had one last look at herself then she ran downstairs. "Lets get on the Dragonite Bus!" She jumped the last step and put her hand up in the air, the other one on her hip.

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"Professor Oak! I'm here to get my first Pokemon! I called you yesterday." Elli came tumbling through the door, Ben not far behind her.

"Oh, its Elli and Benjamin!" an fairly aged man came out of a sliding door, wearing the usual professor wear. He waved. "I have your Pokemon right here, I think you'll be excited. He took out a pokeball and let out the pokemon.

"Happiny! Happi!" A pink ball of fluff came out and looked up at the sky.

"Ohhh! Yeah! This is it!" She ran to the Happiny and it squealed.

"Elli! Let go of that poor Pokemon." Ben shouted. He sighed. "I feel sorry for any Pokemon paired up with you." He put his hand on his forehead, and shook his head.

"Oh, its okay Benjamin, Elli is quite alright with that Happiny. Its very enduring to everything." Professon Oak smiled. "Now, you can take the Pokemon home, rest for a little, and start your adventure. Take these Pokeballs before you leave."

"Thanks Oak." Benjamin called as the two of them left.

"It's no problem, my son. Just take care of Elli, would ya? Maybe you could take a breather from Ranger life and join Elli? Maybe not."

Ben shrugged. "I dunno if I can squeeze that time in. I'll think about it."

Elli came back and pulled Ben's sleeve. "Come on, Ben. Let's go home so I can give this Happiny some rest."

"Sure Elli. Bye Professor." He waved as he ran out the door.

"Ah haha. I love those kids." He sighed. "I remember when Benjamin came here to get his Pikachu... Good times...." As they left, the professor went back to his desk.

A cool breeze blew past the green haired boy as he stood at the edge of a fairly large ferry. The ship was called S.S Anne, a pretty famous ship in the Kanto region. It had made it's way from the Sinnoh region, which a days sail away from the region of Kanto. As he looked over the edge into the horizon, Marck thought of what pokémon he would get from the professor that lived in Kanto. When his father, who was now an assistant to Professor Rowan back home, told him what pokémon they had to offer, he was not very enthused. No bug types at all. However, when he was boarding the ship back home his mother told him that she had a surprise for him when he got to Professor Oak's lab. Breaking the horizon was the first sight of land that they had seen all day. A large smile spread across Marck's face as the land became larger and larger with each passing second. He was there. He was in Kanto, were his coordinator journey would start.

As he stepped off the S.S Anne, he looked around at his new surroundings. Pallet Town was small with less people running around with their pokémon, getting ready for the upcoming contests. Another thing he noticed was that there was neither a pokémon center or pokémart, two things that were in almost every city and town in Sinnoh. He let out a big sigh of relief that he was finally off that blasted ship. Marck often got seasick on ships, ever since he was little. It was the constant back and forth motion that upset his stomach. Walking around the quaint town, he soon saw a large building with a sign that read 'Professor Oak's Laboratory' on it. This must be the place he thought to himself. After walking up the large hill, he moved out of the way for a younger girl and what seemed to be her older brother. He was dressed in the attire for that of A Pokémon Ranger. He had heard about them from his sister on one of her phone calls. Walking through the doorway, he saw the elderly Professor at his desk, which was covered with stacks of papers and pokéballs. "Um, Professor? Is this a good time for you?" He was slightly nervous about meeting the older man, who his father praised as one of the most intelligent researcher in the world.

"Ah, yes, come in. You must be Marck. Your mother called me yesterday after you left on the ferry."

"She did? Why would she do that?" Marck cocked his head to the side slightly, thinking about why his mother would call the Professor.

"She send me your gift. I have it right here." He reached into one of the draws on the desk and pulled out Net Ball. "Your mother told me how you did not find any of my starter pokémon suiting for you likes. So she went out and captured one for you. Look here." The pokéball opened and standing between them was a Surskit. "She told me how you liked bug pokémon and sent this to me yesterday." The Surskit looked up at Marck for a second before leaping onto his head, wrapping it's legs around his head and smiling. It looked like Surskit was a helmet on his head.

"Awww, he so cute. I love him." He picked the Surskit off his head and held it tightly to his chest, giving it a bear hug.

"Well, I can see you to will be a perfect match, so just let me give you these and you will be on your way." Going back to his desk, he removed five regular pokéballs and a red object. "This is called the Pokédex. It will help you keep track of all the pokémon you meet and capture. The thing is that when you go to a different region, you will need to get a new Pokédex for that region. Well, here you go and I wish you luck on your journey." He handed Marck the Pokéballs and Pokédex and waved goodbye. Marck mimicked and walked out of the building after putting the new objects into an orange backpack that he wore. Also inside the bag was a Town Map, an Accessory Case to hold his contest accessories and a Seal Case, which held the different seals he would get for his contests. All of these were given to him by his mother, so proud that her only son wanted to follow in her footsteps. He walked down the hill again and headed for a route that headed out of Pallet Town. Route one was were he needed to go in order to get to Veridian City, the next stop on his pokémon journey.

Ilfa loved flying.
She loved the wind in her hair and the soft, downy feathers of her mother's Swellow; she loved watching the little people and trees and buildings zoom past below; she loved the huge, blue expanse of sky, and how they traversed it but could never reach the end. Normally she was reluctant to land, reluctant to slide back onto ground and feel small and insignificant again.
But today, she almost injured herself, tumbling dramatically off the Swellow. It had felt so long, flying from Saffron to Pallet - but the wait was well worth it.
She ran up to the laboratory. It was very distinctive - unlike the other buildings, it was vast, modern and clean. Too excited to knock, she bursted in. It didn't seem like anyone else was there.
Then she realized just how big it was. There were so many doors...many of which had scary-looking names written above them. No-one else was in this room with her - how was she supposed to find her way around?
It was like climbing Mount Coronet and finding it walled off at the top.
Then someone came through one of the doors carrying a flask of clear liquid. He noticed Ilfa and smiled. His smile unnerved her, for some strange reason.
"You're going to get your first Pokemon, huh?"
She nodded. "Um...which way?"
He gestured to a door labelled 'NTS-49'. She wondered how she was supposed to know that.
"Just in there. So, what are you getting?"
Ilfa frowned. She hadn't thought about this. How stupid of her! There were so many...
"I don't know. I guess I'll find it when I see it."
The man smiled again, and a chill ran down Ilfa's spine.
"This may sound cliched, but it's the Pokemon who picks the owner, after all."
She nodded politely, wanting to get away and meet her new Pokemon as fast as possible.
He smiled, as if he could read her mind. "Well, I don't want to delay you any longer. Oh, yeah - you should have these." He fished around in his pocket for a while before tossing her some Pokeballs. "These are -"
"I know," Ilfa replied, tired of acting patient. "Can I go now?"
The aide looked slightly taken aback, and Ilfa felt a little ashamed.
"Oh, uh, sure. Just go on right ahead."
The need to see her new Pokemon overrode the need to be courteous and Ilfa flung open the door without so much as knocking. She had been expecting perhaps cages and cages of different Pokemon, or maybe the walls plastered with different pictures. As it was, she was a little disappointed. There were just Pokeballs on the desk. The Pokemon weren't even outside.
She looked around; there didn't seem to be anyone here. She was alone. Again.
A greedy impulse stole through her mind. She didn't just have take one - she could take as many as she liked. She could build up her dream party right now.
She crept forward and peered into the balls. Some faces snarled at her; others observed her with mild curiousity; still more were sleeping peacefully. Some blatantly ignored her, yawning, turning around. There was only one that looked a little afraid, a little apprehensive. It was a Seel.
She probed at the Seel's pokeball; it shied away from her hand, shivering. Slowly, she closed her hands around the Pokeball.
"Ah - I see you've chosen your Pokemon."
Ilfa turned around so quickly she dropped the Pokeball. It opened and the Seel formed in a flash of red light. The aforementioned Pokemon squeaked and buried its face in its front flippers.
Professor Oak himself was standing before Ilfa. "This...this is the Pokemon you've chosen, correct?"
Ilfa thought. She looked back at the other Pokeballs. Every single one of the Pokemon was glaring at her angrily or snarling with open hostility. Some of them were even banging against their balls.
She looked at the Seel, and it looked back at her with its puppy eyes. Her heart melted.
"Yeah," she agreed, crouching down. She made to stroke the frightened Seel, but it darted away.
"Looks like it's a little nervous," Professor Oak commented. "He's a little shy, this one. Well - very shy."
She smiled.
"I don't care," she replied.

"Look - look, Dad!" Ilfa burst into the room. "Look - I have my very own Pokemon! And this - this is called a Pokedex, and every Pokemon I see or catch, it tells me! And these are Pokeballs, and I can catch new Pokemon! Oh, and Mum gave me a map - you know, so I don't get lost - I'm gonna be a real co-ordinator!"
Her father smiled.
"Sweetie, that's wonderful! Let's see your new Pokemon, then."
Ilfa released him obediently.
"He's a Seel, and I've decided to call him Safin - Saf for short. And he's a bit shy, but I'm sure he'll overcome that soon."
A bit shy was an understatement. Safin looked absolutely terrified.
"Hey - hey, Safin. Come on, Saf. Calm down. You're with me, now. Ssh. Don't worry. Everything's okay. I'm nice. That's Dad - he's nice, too."
Ilfa's talk seemed to calm Safin somewhat. He stopped trying to hide.
"Come on, Saf. Come on. Work with me."
She was talking gently and beaming wide, as if trying to teach him how to do it.
To her surprise, Safin lost some of his shyness - and smiled back.

Good morning Kanto! The time now is 8:01, and it looks likes it's going to be a beautiful day today...

Rowen's radio alarm caused the young, blue-haired girl to stir in her sleep. She rolled over on her side, facing the radio on her night stand and slowly opened her eyes. She was naturally a morning person, so waking up early had never been a real challenge. Rowen enjoyed waking up to the radio, so she lay in bed a few more moments just listening to it.

It looks like it's going to be cool today, with highs in the low seventies - a nice relief from the heat wave we felt most of this summer. It looks a little cloudy out there right now folks, but don't let it get you down. Weatherman says those clouds will blow over by early afternoon and we'll have clear skies all day long with no chance of rain...

Rowen smiled and pushed herself out of bed. It would be a nice day today, which was just perfect considering it was a special day she'd been looking forward to for quite sometime. Today, she and her best friend, Ariel, were starting their Pokemon journey together.

Rowen left the radio on as she hopped out of bed, took a shower and got ready for the day. She put on her usual hot pink tank top with white lace trim and faded teal-gray mini jean shorts with a brown belt. Since she would be doing a lot of walking, she opted for socks and sneakers over the pink sandals she usually wore if she was just hanging out with Ariel around Pallet for the day. After drying her hair, she tied it up in pigtails with bright green ribbons and pinned back her long bangs to the side with hot pink and bright green clips.

Perhaps her most important accessory was a pair of pink goggles, given to her by her late grandmother (who was a trainer herself back in the day). She placed those around her neck and grabbed a light, hooded sweater to cover herself, since the radio had mentioned it would be cooler today. Rowen turned the radio off before heading downstairs where the rest of her family was already up and eating breakfast.

[OOC: I have to go soon, so I'll end this here. I won't edit this post, but rather post the rest of it in another post when I can. iChallenge, if you get the chance to post before I get back, your character could always just come to my house instead. It's up to you]

A cute girl stood on the front of a small ferry, the harsh wind from the boat's speed blowing the bangs into her face. On more than one occassion, she had to close her eyes tightly, turning her head to the side. The light brown hair, half of it pulled on one side in a small light pink ribbon, waved alongside her bangs as her head turned. The green skirt danced about her legs.

A young boy a bit older than her watched her from the corner of his eye. She looked lost, unsure of what she was doing. The wind obviously was harming her, yet she stayed on top. A one strapped backpack was slung over her head, hanging against the opposite hip to the shoulder it lay on.

Or, at least, these were things he wished to believe.

Squaring his shoulders, the young boy made his way over to her, making sure to keep one hand on the railing in case the ferry shook unexpectedly. She paid him no notice as he approached. Perhaps couldn't even see him. Nevermind. This didn't detour him.

"Good evening," he said politely, holding out his hand in an introduction. Fighting with the wind still, she glanced up, than at his hand, before shaking it. "What is your name? Where are you going?"

The girl eyed him strangely, like she didn't believe his intentions for coming over. "You don't want to be talking to me," was all she said, lowering her head again at a stronger gust of wind then usual. "My name is not important to you. You'll see where I'm going soon enough." Land was coming into view. He figured she was heading there. Pallet Town. Meaning she must be starting a Pokemon journey. Drat. He was going somewhere else.

"Pallet Town, eh?" he continued, not feeling detoured. "Another cute girl going into the field of Pokemon." Bold, but whatever. Why not be bold, she was leaving in a minute.

It was a while before she answered him, but he waited. No need to rush her. The ferry docked to land and the ramp was lowered for the passengers to get off. Without making her response, the girl turned to leave. At the top of the ramp, she turned around, flashing him a smile before announcing," I'm a boy," with a wink and in a most convincing male voice that didn't leave him wondering. Watching her-no, him-get off the ferry, the older boy hoped to never cross paths with this one again.

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Chuckling still at his encounter, Angel shifted the bag on his shoulder, a map of Pallet he had brought from Celedon firmly in hand. He wasn't familiar with any other town or city besides Celadon. Not that Pallet Town appeared to be that large. It still cut wandering around in half.

Ever since he had began wearing girls clothes, his amusement at the reactions he recieved never faltered. This had to be the best part about his decision. He was often confused with being a girl before doing this enough as was. But now he looked every inch a girl-well, almost-and barely a boy. He almost wished he'd done this earlier. Skirts were very comfortable and cool in the warmth.

Just as he expected, getting to the lab didn't take him very long. Least not with this map. Folding it up, he made his way up the walkway to the front door. Before he could open the door to enter, it swung open and he nearly collided with an old man. He doubled back to get out of the way, but that wasn't necessary. The man had stopped just short of the doorway, staring down at Angel with a kind smile on his face.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, shaking Angel's hand before the poor boy knew what was going on. "I saw you from the window while I was putting away Pokeballs and wanted to greet you myself. I'll take it you're here to get your first Pokemon. Right this way, please." And before Angel could say anything, the man took off further into the house. Angel followed.

The end of the man's path through the house was a room full of weird machines and a few stray Pokeballs on shelves. Angel couldn't help looking around. So much that he almost bumped into the back of the man when he stopped besides a table. The boy quickly moved backwards, yet again, as the man turned around.

"I am Professor Oak," he said, closing the lid of something red in his hands. Angel wasn't focusing on his hands. "And you would be?"

"Oh...I'm Gabriel," he answered, figuring in the prescence of Oak he should use his real name. "Gabriel Aiken."

"Gabriel Aiken?" he repeated. Than something seemed to register in his mind. "Ooh. Yes. I recieved a message from an Emily Sanders, breeder of Celedon. She said you would be by. You want to be a Breeder, hm? She has no doubt you'll do fine at that occupation." Looking down at his hands, like he forgot what was in them, he handed the machine in his hands over to Angel. "This is your Pokedex. And your map of Kanto," he added, taking a folded bit of paper from the table besides him. "And your Pokemon..." He trailed off, striding over to the shelves to poke through the Pokeballs. He picked them up, felt their weight, as if he was remembering what was inside them. Finally, he seemed to agree upon one. "I will assign you this one. Since Emily thinks highly of you, I believe you will be best for this one. She is a bit shy and timid."

Taking the Pokeball from Oak, Angel felt a rush of adrenaline run through his body. His first Pokemon. His. Not a client's. Not Emily's. His. Without thinking much more on the subject, he gently opened the ball. The Pokemon erupted from it, not on the ground, but in the air. Flapping wings that seemed made of clouds or cotton.

"A Swablu!" Angel said excitedly. Perhaps a little too loud, for the timid Swablu, already eyeing him shyly, quickly darted behind the Professor, peering out from between his legs. "Oops, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. What kind of food does she like?" The last he directed, of course, at Oak, looking up at the man from his crouched down position. When the answer was sweet, Angel opened his bag to rummage through it. What he brought out caught the Swablu's interest.

Swablu poked her beak out from behind the Professor's legs, wanting to test the sweet smell of the Pokemon food without leaving her sancturary. The boy refused to come closer, wanting the Pokemon to trust him to come closer. It took a few minutes before she flapped her way over to him, now hopping on the ground, and he lowered his hand so she could eat. At the taste of the food, she let out a happy tweet.

"You seem to have made friends with her already," Oak commented, watching as the Swablu nuzzled Angel's leg. He patted her head. "You should do fine. Goodluck with your journey." Angel nodded his thanks, raising to his feet with the Swablu on his shoulders, and began to walk to the door. Before he could reach it, one of the Professor's aids stopped him at the door. The Swablu pressed further against Angel's cheek.

"Sorry to stop you, but I think you'll find these helpful." He handed Angel five Pokeballs, making the number in his bag now six, including the Swablu's. The boy took them with a grateful smile and a wave as he left the building, tossing the Pallet Town map in the garbage on his way out. He only wanted it to get to Professor Oak's.

Outside, he turned to the Pokemon on his shoulder. "I should name you. How about Belle? Would you like Belle?" The Swablu announced her pleasure by nuzzling Angel's cheek. He gave her a scratch under the beak. "Belle it is," he concluded, as if he was making it official. He continued on to the Route to Viridian City, Belle perched on his shoulder for company.

Obtained
Pokedex
Kanto Map
Pokeball x5

Pokemon
Obtained Lv5 Swablu
Swablu 5/5

Rowen walked along the dirt path that served as the road along her street. Ariel lived on the same street, just a few houses down in the direction of Oak's lab. Because her house was closer, they agreed to meet at Ariel's place.

Ariel's house came into view and, as she grew closer to it, Rowen could see her friend coming outside. Right on time, she thought. Rowen smiled brightly and waved her arm to get Ariel's attention, picking up her pace to a clumsy jog. Her pigtails swished back and forth and her messenger bag bounced on her hip.

"Hey! Ariel!" she called. Rowen made it to the house faltering only once or twice. "Are you ready to go?" she asked. It was funny how upbeat and friendly she was around Ariel. One wouldn't think she was shy or quiet at all. But it takes a long time for Rowen to get really comfortable being herself around anyone, including Ariel.

"Let's go get our Pokemon!" Rowen smiled cheerfully and took Ariel's hand, pulling her gently along towards the lab. "We don't want to be late and have Prof. Oak give them away."

At first the voice did not register, but as her warm blue eyes turned to see her friend that faltered more then once, but less then usual. “Hey ya!“ she smiled as she gave a gentle smile waved happily, “Of Course, I am”. hiding the fact that she was just running around her house like a chicken with its head cut off, but that something that was either written on her face, which meant Rowen could already tell, or it was something that was not going to matter later on.

“Yeah, I can’t wait for my Ralts” she added happily before Rowen started to drag her lightly. “With you draggin’ me I think we’ll have lots of time to go” she chuckled as she looked at her best friends face an thought about how much they both had changed. It was really amazing that a person could effect another. Rowen had calmed the inner rage that built up inside Ariel, smoothing the rough edges that had been exposed. And Ariel could tell that Rowen had grown as well, she was never as shy as she used to be, still had her moments, but they seemed to be a once in a while event.

Have you thought of a name for your Pokemon yet?” she asked as the Laboratory of the infamous Professor Oak came into view, “I’m going to name Ralts, Athena,” she exclaimed in excitement, “Come on!”. Her steps quickened and she was soon dragging Rowen, her excitement was getting the best of her.