A/N:

To start things off, this is my first pokemon fic, though not my first SYOC - the others stem from the Danganronpa fandom, but I shall not bore you with the School Lives of Mutual Killing any more than I have to.

Probably. :3c

Also, I make a lot of typos while on mobile due to autocorrect and swipe or whatever that function is called. Some of them are really good for laughs, though.

You know what, I have no idea what else to say here, so… on with the story.

Yeah. Roll clip.

Prologue

"You're up in a bit," muttered the cameraman next to him, as the raven-haired man sharply nodded once in acknowledgement, trademark smile already in place.

He resisted the urge to run a hand through his black locks, not wanting to have gel all over his hands - it would end up disastrous, most likely. The man could feel all eyes on him now, as the cameraman mouthed the countdown till air time and a few other crew members fine-tuned the sound system and shifted the overhanging boom mike.

3…

2…

1…

It's showtime.

Taking a deep breath, he put on his brightest smile, before launching into his opening spiel. "Gooooooood evening, ladies and gentlemen! It's all smiles for miles with me, your host, Miles Fletcher! I'm coming to you live from the Pokemon League, where I'm going to be both commentating and participating in this year's tournament!"

That last one drew raised eyebrows and a few muffled gasps from the crew, who he had not informed beforehand. Ah well, no big loss there.

"For the next few days, the twenty-two Marked candidates will be joining us here at the League. Well, twenty-one, excluding myself! I will, of course, endeavour to go behind the scenes and dig up the much awaited gossip and scandal stories for all you tabloids to make a pretty penny out of, so you can thank me later! Until next time, this is Miles Fletcher, signing out!"

"-and cut!" motioned the cameraman, and the equipment was quickly packed up, the team ready to move into their next location. "Can't believe you didn't tell us, man," came the wry grin from the one of the sound system handlers, but the man merely gives his team a bright smile. He could definitely pass for younger, though, given his youthful-looking appearance.

He didn't get a chance to reply, however, for a discussion about this year's tournament soon broke out between the crew. Fingering one of his earrings, the announcer began to walk away, only to be stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

"Take care of yourself out there," was the comment from the cameraman, before he rejoined his team, leaving Miles to contemplate whatever weird stroke of fortune saddled him with this job, especially since he was going to have to battle for his pride in just a couple of days.

But it was alright, he supposed, if only because he had the utmost of faith in his team - and his luck.

In this era, it is a time of peace… or so they say. The League controls the regions, and an opportunity for change comes only for a few, once every four years.

The gyms have been closed down, and trainer battling outside the tournament is illegal, on the pain of banishment or death. Such an existence is led by the common folk - a peaceful existence; a mundane existence.

Mere followers, in other words, with the power concentrated solely in the hands of the privileged few.

A fraction of the population have begun a small, but powerful revolution. They wait in hiding for now, but their time will soon come.

Just as it is the time of twenty-two Marked who have gathered, for the tournament. Some will fight, some will die - but only one will be the Champion.

Welcome to the tournament, on the stage that is Kanto.

Will you fight for the rebels, when the time is right? Or will you defend the monarchy of the League, and keep the peace?

Do try not to regret your choice - it may very well be your last.

A/N:

Greetings! On to proper introductions; I am CrimsonSkyTamer, but call me Sky.

And yes, this is an SYOC. I'm not too good at pokemon, as SD can no doubt testify to, but with my co-authors SDproductions and emosewa-13, I'll be alright.

Probably.

The character form will be posted below and on my profile, and I look forward to receiving your entries. :3c Once again, thank you for reading the prologue, and I hope to be able to update soon.

Until next time; unless, of course, SD or Emo wants to say something…

Help me! I'm being forced to work pro bono! - SD

Shoosh, SD. - Emo

Main OCs in chapter

? - Miles Fletcher (SDproductions)

Please note that I will no longer be accepting any more tournament participants who have sided with the rebels. If you wish to participate in the tournament, it is now a requirement to be sided either with the League or be part of the neutral faction.

Other spots in the rebel hierarchy remain open. Vacancies are avaliable should you wish to submit a character to be part of the Elite Four.

Character Form

*Anything with the field (optional) is, well, optional. :3

**I will not be accepting any OCs submitted via reviews, because they simply reveal too much about the character, and that's simply no fun. :3c

Name: (Specify given and last name; middle name optional)

Nickname/Alias: (optional; and example of a title would be The Immovable Fortress, etc.)

Age: (as long as it's reasonable)

Gender:

Allegiance: (Neutral, Rebel or League)

Colour: (optional - just here because the author wants trivia)

Personality: (if you give me less than five lines, I will release SD on you; do not make me release SD on you)

History: (Again, five lines minimum, or meet SD)

Appearance: (eyes, hair colour, body build, height, weight, etc.)

Clothing: (unusual is fine - unrealistic is not)

Weapon: (no guns, no energy beams, no light sabers etc.)

Romance: (optional)

(Sexual) Orientation: (only if you want them to fall in love?)

Death: (optional - this does not indicate certain death, unless you somehow really really want it…?)

Quotes: (at least two or three, thank you)

(Everyone in this verse usually carries only one Pokémon with them at all times, and as such, you are also restricted to only one Pokémon. On that note, show some variety, people. If I see a combined total of more than three of any pseudo-legendary/Lucario/Zoroark/Starter Pokemon between the forms, I'll reject all of the forms involved without batting an eyelid. Yep. You have been warned.)

(Signature) Pokemon:

Nickname: (optional)

Gender:

Moveset: (4 to 7 moves)

Pokeball:

Personality: (of the pokemon; four lines minimum, yeah?)

History with trainer:

Relationship with trainer:

Anything else?: