Not too long ago, humans waged a long and terrible war against a mysterious race of creatures. Creatures that have no known origin. Creatures that half human, half pokemon, called pokemorphs. A war in which the morphs won and the humans lost...
Today the world is in pretty bad shape. Humans live in ruined cities and are either kept as pets or most likely killed on sight. They are seen as worthless creatures incapable of thought. Animals that are unfit to live. This is due to the fact that before the great war, the morphs where in about the same spot, only humans are getting it much worse... Then what does that make me?
I am quite the oddity in this world. My Roderick Kabba, I'm a human living, among the morphs. You see, as unbelievable as it sounds, there is a one in a million chance that either a feral Pokemon or human being born of Pokemorph parents. No one knows how or why it happens; only that it has something to do with the two different genetic codes… Then what does that make me?
Yet, here I am, alive and well, living with the morphs that gave birth to me. The reason why I was allowed to live for so long is the fact that I have retained my parent's abilities and have mastered them. I may not be humanity's last hope, but I am damn close to it. I live in Capital City, the new capital of the North America, built on top of what used Washington D.C.
I live with my parents, and my twin sister, Kasey. We are quite close, even though she harps on me every waking day that I'm a human. Now, I survived in the city because I have been born with an excellent grasp on the psychic arts. And although I am universally hated by everyone, I have earned the psychic Pokemorphs respect because of my abilities.
However I have only one friend, Rising Tide, a Xatu morph who befriended me for an unknown reason... probably for a future event, but that would be stereotyping. This is my story...