This is my first Pokemon story, so please be nice.

I've always loved OC stories, simply because I love the unpredictability and the dynamics.

This is going to be a one year long pokemon camp. It will involve training, battling, intrigue, romance, adventure and much more. Not everything will be what it seems to be.

If you're interested in submitting an OC or several, take a peek at my profile and you will find the OC submittion form.

The OC's that I accept are the ones I post on my own profile (with your username beside it, of course).

I accept OC's through both review and PM.

Once I have five OC's except for my own, I'll write the first chapter.

This is simply a prologue.

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The braid reaches her waist; a mixture of blonde, brown, purple, pink, blue and red. She wears a pair of tight black mini shorts that reveal a lot of olive skin and a white tube top. Her feet are clad in a pair of tan galdiator sandals that weave their way up around her tan calves to stop just below her knees. Her ears are pierced in five different places each, five pairs of matching diamond studded earpieces filling them and around her neck hangs a Suicune. Covering her forearms are bracelets of avery kind; metal, rubber, knitted, you name it. Slipped into the high straps of her sandals are a matching pair of daggers, one in each shoe. Standing at only 5'1, what she lacks in lenght she more than makes up for in curves. One purple eye and one pink eye situated in a heartshaped face, filled with high cheekbones and naturally pouty lips.

"Artemis!" She snaps her mismatched eyes down to look at the man who calls her name. Having spent plenty of time in her life on this ship, the captain has proven himself to be kind, although slightly rough around the edges. Not matching his personality, he looks as if he is the brother of Barbosa from Pirates of Caribbean; eyepatch and all.

She flashes him a small smile, "I'm just having a look at those Mantine and Mantyke port side. I've never seen such a large school of them before."

"That's not what worries me." The corners of her eyes crinkle as she turns back to look across the vast ocean. "A lass such as yourself shouldn't be up and about in the high rigging unsecured. You're making the men quite anxious. You should come down, lassie."

He doesn't have to worry about her, yet Artemis knows he only means well. And she has to admit that she is very high up, one foot slipped onto a secure knot, the other braced against the mast with her left arm wrapped several times around a rope and her right hanging loosely. Sitting comfortably on the adjoining yardarm is a female Jolteon, Theia

"I guess we should calm the old man down a bit." Artemis scratches the electric type behind her ear with her unoccupied hand. "Do you want a lift, or will you handle it on your own?"

As a response, Theia licks her masters hand and nudges her with her nose. Artemis pulls herself closer to the mast and secures herself with her feet, before untangling the rope she's holding from its knots. Once free, she wraps her free arm around Theia tightly and then leaps away from the mast with the push of both feet. Only her tight hold on the thick rope stops her from free-falling. She swoops around in a wide arc across the sailing boat, passing by port side completely. Closing in on starboard she gives Theia a small boost, the electric type jumps and lands on her paws, sliding along slightly. Artemis releases her hold on the rope and in her momentum does a somersault before landing in a crouch, Theia skidding to a halt beside her.

The seventeen year old girl gives the Barbosa look-a-like a grin and stands up, the Jolteon falling into step beside her. The man rolls his one eye and sighs, "Before we left port, the priests made sure to remind me to see you safe to Kanto, and so that is what I will do, Artie."

The cheeky grin doesn't leave her lips, "Carson, that's what they always tell you, every single time I travel with you." Artemis Casillas has spent almost her entire life on ships and in temples, even her education and majority of the time spent on her pokemon journeys. Anywhere she could reach by ship on relatively good time, this man and his crew would take her. And when she had to leave the coast, she would take Draco and dart in on as speedy a flight as possible, conduct whatever business she had and dash right out again to meet up with The Golden Milotic.

Carson regards her through the corner of his blue eyes, "We'll make port at Goldenrod tomorrow morning. You should check on your Pokemon and get some rest until then. Knowing you, you'll take the chance to go shopping."

"Aye, aye, Captain!" She winks her pink eye at him, smiles and walks away from him, Theia in tow.

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