A/N: Hey everyone, and welcome to my Fanfic! Please read and review, and be sure to tell me your OC ideas! (Form is on the bottom), for now, read and enjoy!

All great trainers start somewhere. Even the greatest of people start off as the most minor importance, but as they grow, so does their impact on life. Anyone can become a legend, but only through perseverance, the right attitude, and an unbreakable will. This is the story of one of those said people. His name is Red. In the beginning, Red was just like everyone else, an excited ten year old who dreamed of becoming the greatest Pokémon Trainer of all time, to be a champion. To gather up loyal and powerful Pokémon to join his time, to be not only partners in battle but to be friends. To meet extraordinary people with extraordinary Pokémon, and to do battle with those extraordinary Pokémon. But those where all just dreams at the time. For now, he'd be getting his first Pokémon, and set out from his hometown of Pallet Town to see the world and all the Pokémon it had to offer. At that time, no one could know what would become of this trainer. That's right, at that time, no one could've known the impact of what was happening...

*Ring!*Ring!*Ring!*

Red awoke groggily. For a ten year old, who are usually so full of energy, he had a tendency to be a notorious late riser. He looked at the clock. It blinked 7:30 back at him.

"7:30? Ugh...." He said as he tried to get back under his covers. "It's usually set for 10. Why is it 7:30 today? Mom better not have set to do some chore for her..." He thought as his mind began to drift back to sleep. "Wait...something important is happening today. I remember now." His thoughts continued, but his eyes were still closed. "Oh wait, I'm 10 today. Man, how did I forget that? Silly me." This made him drift off even more. "But then why is my alarm set early? I should get to sleep in on my birthday. Oh wait, you get your Pokémon at age 10..."

It took a few seconds for the importance of that information to register in his head. But it did, following by the boy jolting up, as if he was never sleeping at all.

"I'm 10 today! Woohoo!" He cheered. He quickly got dressed, changing from his striped pajamas into a red cap with a matching red vest over a white shirt with some blue pants and sneakers. "Time to get my Pokémon..." He hummed to himself in a childish tune.

Pokémon had been a dream of Red's. It was the dream of all kids his age. Catch all the Pokémon, challenge the best of the best...everyone knew the drill. But Red was different. Most of the kids dream about it, but also think of other things they'd like to do, like be a famous actor or actress, be a top chef in a luxury restaurant, or maybe just even deliver the mail like their dads do. But Red was all Pokémon. The first time he'd seen a battle on TV, he felt called to do it. The excitement, the action, the roar of applause for the victor, those cool looking creatures called Pokémon....he knew he wanted to do that. This was the only thing Red had on his mind.

And he didn't just sit around and wait for it to happen either. He studied up. His town of Pallet, though not very big, had one of the biggest landmarks in all the region: The laboratory of Professor Oak, arguably the most esteemed Professor in Pokémon in the world. In addition to this, Red also happened to be neighbors with him (along with his bratty grandson who was the same age as Red, Green.) Red had frequently visited in lab and had looked ad the wide variety of books crammed in the shelves of the lab. At first he didn't bother reading anything, he just liked to look at all the pictures of the rare and powerful looking Pokémon and reading the name printed underneath. But as he got older and learned to read, he would also look at all the articles printed next to those pictures. He learned more and more, and it continued to fascinate him. His knowledge grew extensively. He had met twenty year olds that he found had less knowledge of Pokémon than him. But he could never quite clear the hurdle of learning more than his rival Green. After all, Green was Oak's grandson, he had 24/7 access to the lab, he could always be one step ahead of him. This continued to bother Red (It still does). But none of that mattered. He was getting his Pokémon today, and he could just show Green how much better he was.

"Good Morning Mom!" Said Red as he had ran downstairs, where his mother was making breakfast with her apron over her red dress. "Today's the day!"

"It sure is." Said his mother. While Red had prepared to become a Pokémon, his mother didn't just pass it off as a childish habit or phase. She had realized Red's potential almost as quick as Red himself had. She was sad to see him go, but she knew this is what Red was made to do, and bared it down. The movie blaring on the TV on the other room was rather fitting: And old film about two boys who leave home to live on the railroad. Red had already seen it countless times.

"Here's your breakfast, Red." His mother said, as she served him breakfast. Red began eagerly chowing down, he had other things to do. "So are you ready for your adventure?"

This was an irrelevant question. "Of course." Said Red as he continued to eat. "I've been ready forever!"

"Well then," Said his mom smiling, giving out a backpack to Red. "I've packed everything you need here. Food, repellent, spare clothes..."

"Geez, mom, stop treating me like a kid." Said Red, a little embarrassed. She hadn't been trying to, in fact it was that one moment where she remembered he was still just a kid. "Well, I'm off then!" He said as he finished his breakfast and was looking in a hurry to get to the lab.

"Wait, Red, shouldn't you give me a hug first?" Said his mom first. Red was rather reluctant to do anything that would slow his time, but nonetheless he allowed it He gave his mom a quick hug, and then eagerly left to the laboratory of Professor Oak.

"He really is growing up." Said his mother sadly as she witnessed Red leave his house. A small tear fell down her eye. She quickly wiped it.

"Hey! Professor! Are you here?" Called out Red as he opened the door to the laboratory. The sight of the place was not new to him. There were the shelves that contained the large amounts of books that Red had read countless times. There was the advanced looking technology and computers that where all running and doing research on who knows what. There where many other scientists, Professor Oak's assistants, who were jotting down various notes on clipboards and dressed on their lab gear. But Red could care less about those things. What he did care about was the table in the rear back of the lab and the three Pokéballs that were on it, and the two people standing with them.

The first one was a man who needed no introduction, he was Professor Oak himself. He was defined by the white lab coat he wore over his regular clothes, his frizzled gray hair, and his serious but at the same time friendly expression.

The second person was someone Red knew all too well. His black T-shirt, purple pants, and spiky brown hair had been seen by Red many times. He was Green, Red's already destined to be rival before they even had learned to speak.

"So you finally came." Said Green. "I was tired of waiting! I wanted to pick mine sooner, but Gramps said I had to wait for you."

"Oh yeah?" Said Red, reacting to this in a way a normal ten year old would. "I isn't gonna matter when you get your Pokémon, I'm gonna beat it all the same."

"Now, now, stop fighting there." Said Oak. He had always had a bit of a disappointment that these two talented kids couldn't get along better. "Welcome Red. I see you're looking as eager as ever." He smiled to Red. "And now that we're all here, you two are now allowed to select your Pokémon. I have three here for you, the same three I give to all my trainers: Charmander, Squirtle, and Bulbasaur."

"Alright! I know just which one I want!" Said Red as he went towards the table to select his Pokémon.

"Hey, no fair, I wanna pick first!" Complained Green.

"Well, you're gonna have to wait!" Said Red. "But I'll make it quick for ya. I pick Charmander!" He selected the Pokéball which contained the Pokémon and tossed it in the air, revealing the small, lizard like, flame-tailed Pokémon.

"Charmander!" It said, as it saw Red, and being domesticated it's whole life it knew right away that this person was his new owner.

"Well fine, I wasn't going to pick that one anyway." Huffed Green, as he selected another Pokéball. "I pick Squirtle!" From the Pokéball emerged the small blue turtle like Pokémon.

"Squirtle squirt!" It said, just as happily, seeing Green and recognizing him as his owner. He then noticed the Charmander by Red, and gave it a congratulatory nod, knowing that one of his fellow Pokémon had also been selected. Charmander nodded back, but the humans present where too caught up in their own goings-on to notice this.

"Heh, I think mine looks stronger." Said Green, happy with his selection and satisfactory of his looking stronger than Red's.

"Looks aren't everything." Assured Red.

"Are you asking for a battle?" Said Green, a little offended by the statement. "You'd be regretting it if you are."

"Well, I have no intention to lose my first battle either." Said Red.

"Hmph. Squirtle! Let's get ready to battle!" Said Green. The Squirtle was a bit surprised being given an order to battle so soon, but nonetheless understood and got in a battle position. Charmander noticed this and realized as well what was transpiring, and it too got in a battle pose.

"Alright Charmander, let's go!" Said Red, who was pumped for his first battle. When he was eight, his mom and taken him to Saffron City, the largest city in all the Kanto Region, and he had played a battle simulator at one of their fancy arcades. That was his only battle experience so far. But in a real battle for the first time, everything was coming naturally: The urge to give a command, the tension in the air, the concentrated look on his Charmander's face...he felt like he'd done it a thousand times.

"Squirtle, let's start with a tackle attack!" Said Green. The Squirtle flung itself towards the Charmander, ready to tackle it.

"Quick Charmander, dodge it!" Yelled Red. But it was too late. The Squirtle made direct contact with the fire lizard, knocking it backwards. It resulted in a few bruises on Charmander, but it still had done only a little damage.

"Hey, if that lizard can't outrun a turtle, mine really must be stronger!" Taunted Green.

While Red and Green where all caught up in the battle, Oak watched. He wanted to try and stop this battle, as he didn't want them to accidentally damage anything in the lab, but he realized that this was inevitable. For now he'd take a back seat enjoy what was occurring.

"Charmander, scratch!" Said Red, trying to retaliate. When he had played the simulator at Saffron, one of the hardest parts of battling was picking which move would be the most effective. But at this level, he knew he could only do two things: scratch and dodge.

"Char!" Said Charmander obediently, wanting to make up for the attack earlier. It charged at Squirtle with it's small claws raised and slashed down at the Squirtle. Direct hit. Squirtle had no time to dodge, and was now wincing over the claw marks that had scratched it's face.

"Don't mind it Squirtle! Just keep tackling!" Commanded Green. Squirtle nodded and began attempting various tackles. But Charmander was ready for them this time, dodging them all.

"Alright, ow try a scratch again!" Said Red, now knowing his Pokémon could dodge as long as it was prepared. Charmander then threw another scratch at the Squirtle, who was taking the offensive and therefore unguarded, resulting in another hit. It was now visible that Squirtle was getting worn out, as seen by it's excessive panting and various cuts and bruises.

"Not good..." Said Green seeing Squirtle was clearly tired. "I gotta think here!" He then had an idea. It was risky, but then again so was everything else he would do from this point.

"Charmander, we can end this with another Scratch! Let's do it!" Said Red, who could almost taste victory. Charmander then ran forward again, ready to end the battle.

"Squirtle! Use Growl!" Said Green. Squirtle then let out a large intimidating roar. Charmander knew it was only a method of intimidation, but nonetheless instinct kicked in and Charmander slowed down. "Now's our chance! Use Tackle!" Squirtle wasted no time in obeying the command, tackling the Charmander, weakening it more. The two Pokémon than looked at each other, both tired and exhausted. It seemed whoever struck next would win.

"So it's come down to this" Thought Oak. "As expected, on their first battle it's neck and neck, no clear winner. But it will be decided here."

"Charmander, Scratch!" Commanded Red, wanting to end the battle.

"Squirtle, Tackle again!" Yelled Green, wishing to do the same.

Both Pokémon lunged at each other. Squirtle tucked it's head and bashed it's head towards Charmander. Charmander reached out it's claws, wanting to strike Squirtle. It's hands reached Squirtle's charging head, and struck it down. The Squirtle was knocked out. Red had won.

"I...I DID IT!" Yelled Red, who pumped his fist and jumped in the air. Green could no longer have the edge. In the end, knowledge wasn't really everything. He had gotten off to a best start of his trainer career he could have hoped for.

But for the victory, there came a defeat. Green sulked. "How...could I lose! I lost! Dang it!" He said, clenching his fist. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"That was very well done." Said Oak, applauding two boys. "That was one of the most splendid matches I have seen in a while."

"What are you talking about? I lost!" Said Green. "I want a rematch!" You could see his anger, he wanted to beat Red more than ever now.

"I would gladly accept, but you're out of Pokémon." Said Red. "You'll have to deal with it until get some more."

"Now, here are your Pokédexes." Said Oak as he handed each of them the small, orange, book-shaped machines. "These will record all the Pokémon you encounter. And of course, here are your Pokéballs to catch your Pokémon with." He then presented them with the small, red and white balls. "I wish you boys luck on your journey."

"Whatever, I'm out of here." Said Green, taking the things than leaving quickly. He didn't want to be around Red anymore after the loss he had suffered to him.

Red decided to follow suit. "Goodbye Professor!" Said Red. "Next time you see me, I'll be a Pokémon Master!"

Professor Oak smiled as he waved back as Red exited the door. "Good luck then!" He called out. He then pondered to himself. "Red seems hotheaded, but in battle he's as calm as can be. Green is as knowledgeable in battle as they come, but he pushes his Pokémon a bit much. Nonetheless, they both have some of the highest caliber qualities I've seen in recent years. I might have just witnessed the beginning of an era here. I guess time will tell..." He then walked towards some of his assistants, and continued to help out with their work.

A/N: Alright then here's the form if you want to submit a character. Note that some characters will have larger roles than others, but I will try to make your character have a role in at least one chapter.

Name: Tell me the person's name (duh)

Age: Your character's age

Personality: Give me the traits and charecteristics of your character. Try to be specific so I don't screw up your characters

Appearance: What your character looks like. Again, try to be specific

Background: A little backstory of your character.

Pokémon: Tell me the Pokémon your trainer will have. I might do pre-evo's/evo's of the Pokémon depending on when your character appears, so just be ready for that.