Risty & Redbud's Journal

[Jirachis Wish]

POKEMON CHILD

This Journal Belongs to Redbud-Tree Please Don't Post Without Permission.

 

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~Table of Contents~

1.) Cert
2.)ToC <- you are here
3.) About Risty
4.) Relationships
5.) Photo Album
6.) Growth Requirements
7.) Credits
8.)Reserved
9.) Reserved
10.) Reserved

 

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~About Risty~

Name: Risty
Age: Pokemon
Eye Color: Red
Fur color: Purple
Height:Rattata sized
Weight: Average for a Rattata
Personality: Risty is a curious little Rattata, who goes out of her way to avoid humans. She's seen too many other rattatas get caught by beginning trainers only to wind up stored away in pokeballs, forever denied freedom as they're replaced by stronger, rarer pokemon. Thus, she has an innate fear of being used and discarded. She also has a frightening obsession with shiny things, and will chase after Volbeats and Illumise for hours before figuring out that she can't catch their lights.
Likes:
Shiny things
Good food
Nice Pokemon
Dislikes:
Humans
pokeballs
being abandoned

 

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~Relationships~

Ohendrak: Risty doesn't like him much at the moment. He was rude to her.

 

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~Photo Album~

Nothing yet

 

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~Growth Requirements~

1 Pokemon

2 Weeks Time
1 Journal Set Up (Simple enough)
1 Decision on Gender (So I know what to draw the kid as)
1 Solo RP
1 RP with another Pokemon ( the other person can be at any stage)
1 Receiving a Star from Jirachi (when all this is done the Pokemon will find a start somewhere, be it among their things, while out walking, sitting in their food bowl, etc. A short journal RP about them finding this which ends with them passing out)

2 Child

2 Months Time
1 Response to the growths/changes caused by the star they found.
4 PDs
2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries
1 Skill Learned (must be something their Pokemon Type can learn aka a Charmander learning Ember or a Jigglypuff learning Sing)
1 Evolution! (this is NOT must do requirement, if you want your Pokemon to NOT evolve and remain in the form they are in just tell me <3)

3 Teen

3 Months Time
1 Response to Growth (and response to changes if your child evolves)
5 PDs
2 Solo RPs or Journal Entries
2 Skill Learned (must be something their Pokemon Type can learn aka a Charmander learning Ember or a Jigglypuff learning Sing)
1 Evolution! (this is NOT must do requirement, if you want your Pokemon to NOT evolve and remain in the form they are in just tell me <3)

4 Adult

None!

 

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~Credits~

All credit goes to wonderful Orphy for the concept/shop, to Naggeela for managing and certs, and wonderful Jay for drawing my Risty!

 

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~Reserved~

 

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~Reserved~

 

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~Risty~

Risty was a Rattata, and she was forever regretting that fact. An ordinary, dull-as-dirt,, low-level Rattata. Her kind was that forever being caught by beginning trainers, trainers who would later go on to catch more powerful and interesting pokemon, and leave their rattatas to rot in their pokeballs for all of eternity. That has happened to Risty's brother, Caden, and she knew it was only a matter of time until it happened to her as well. The only thing that had preserved her thus far was that she had been born with the ability Run Away - she could run very quickly and escape almost anything. That had saved her life (and her freedom) more times than she cared to think about.

Risty made her home in a small meadow borderlining a forest. What their names were to the humans, she didn't know and didn't care. It was a good place; plenty of grass to hide in, but she could sense trainers coming for miles. The noisy humans were terrible at walking through the grass, with their clomping feet than sounded more like an overgrown Miltank or Donphan than something with two legs. Even if they weren't, the rattata would still be able to hear them - her ears were just that good. Predators, too, were easily heard and hidden from, though when those came by Risty usually booked it into the forest; the more cover available, the better when dealing with a hungry Meowth or Fearow.

Her life wasn't all that bad, for a rattata; except for one, simple fact that she wouldn't change, and could never change - Risty was a rattata. At best, she would evolve into Raticate, which she never wanted to do because all of her raticate relatives were overgrown, fat bullies who had always tried to push their smaller, weaker rattata cousins around. At worst, she would remain as she was, forever weak ,dull, uninteresting and constantly running from beginning trainers who would 'use her and lose her' as the humans liked to say. Maybe someday she would find something. . . something special, something that would help make her special, but Risty doubted it.

She was just a rattata. A plain, boring, common-as-dirt little purple mouse pokemon; a pokemon that was often caught by beginning trainers and then forgotten as they caught more and better pokemon, becoming more powerful and choosing a type to focus on. This was why Risty hated and feared humans - not because of them, or what they would do to her, but because she was what she was.

That was all she would ever be.  

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~Random Encounter~

Trainers are Horrible! (Risty and Ohen)

 

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~Random Encounter~

There Are No Trainers Here (Risty and Tulip)

 

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~Random Encounter~

The Non-Catching Trainer and the Rattata (Fluff and Risty)

 

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~A Star, a Star, Dancing in the Night~

It was a warm midsummer night when Risty found The Star. A rather typical night for the young Rattata consisted of scrounging for something to eat (stealing from stupid trainers if she was careful, those treats they had were pretty tasty!), avoiding nighttime predators (drat those Meowth!), and hiding when necessary, and this night was no different. There was nothing at all that even suggested anything unusual would occur, let alone something as mind-blowing and life-altering as what actually did happen. Risty had been munching on a few Pecha berries (nice and sweet, but not very filling) when she sensed that something wasn’t quite how it had been. Her ears twitched, her nose twitched, and without knowing why, she dropped the berry she was eating to go investigate just what it was that had triggered her senses.

The walk across the meadow seemed longer than before, but surely that was just her imagination. There were no predators out right now, at least none that she could sense. Risty wasn’t really sure what was drawing her attention – after all, what could possibly be better than fresh pecha berries? There, at the edge of the meadow, almost to the woods, Risty took a tumble over what she thought was a rock, at least at first. ”Ouch! Watch where you’re put, you stupid rock,” she complained, then paused to sniff at it. It didn’t… it didn’t really seem like a normal rock. Taking a seat next to it, Risty batted at it, belatedly recognizing it as a star – like the pretty ones that ended in a lot of pain when a swift attack was sent her way, or the lovely twinkling dots that were in the night sky right at this very moment.

Looking at the star again, Risty continued to bat at it, before sighing and scowling at it, stepping over top of the item to scowl at it, chattering her buck-teeth in frustration. ”What am I doing? I’m wasting time playing with you; you can’t help me be special, to be anything other than a plain old boring rattata. What was it those humans talked about that night? Oh, yeah – wishing on a falling star. Well, you’ve fallen, you’re not falling, but still... I wish...” What Risty wished never got said, as she found herself passing out right there on top of the star.