Okay folks, it's true, I actually wrote something. I don't know how long it's been, perhaps too long. Anyways, this is the background story of my Pokémon Battle RP Char, Lati… maybe if you guys are really, really smart, you'll make a connection between two characters in the story. If not, meh, you'd have to read his background story to. THEN you'd get it. Anyways, I don't own pokémon… if I did, the show'd be helluva different. Also, this is italics testing. No yells.

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"I have no recollection of my past at all… even my name is a blur to me…strange as it may seem… the memories I have now are all I've got… the rest are an ambiguous quantity of pictures…"

Lati was born on Mossdeep Island on the night of December 13th, a Friday, in the house of her mother. Many said she was cursed due to her birth date, but her parents shunned these rumours and considered her a perfect daughter. Lati's original name was not, in fact, Lati. The girl's birth name was Livana, a name of Greek descent meaning goddess. She grew up with a deep love of pokémon, her father a powerful trainer and her mother a breeder. The combination of them was beautiful, Lati's life complete and happy. Or, at least, happy for eight short months, four months before her first birthday.

The girl's father then left, leaving her and her mother alone. As time progressed in a relatively slow fashion, Lati watched her mother slowly grow insane, confused and alone. Her mother began to curse at her father's picture, calling him evil, and bad. The woman clawed the picture's forest-green eyes out, giggling as she did so. She told Lati that her father was a horrid man that should've never been trusted, that could never be trusted. She watched her mother cut her own wrists, laughing hysterically as the blood flowed in a steady trickle onto the floor. Lati soon gained hatred for her father as well, for putting her mother through this torture. As she grew, and learned language, she suggested that she and her mother move to another place, to start anew and forget the bad memories.

At 19 months of age, Lati and her mother left Hoenn and Mossdeep for Olivine City, Johto. Her mother loved the water, and the feeling it gave her when she looked at it. It reminded her of the romantic nights she and Lati's father spent together… when they were close. The more time they spent there, the more insane her mother grew. Each of her wrists was scarred beyond recognition. Blood stains covered the floor, the walls, even the ceiling, when the woman would throw her arms around and fling the ominous, yet precious, crimson liquid everywhere. Lati began to fear for her mother's safety, and the sympathy for the woman began to build, just as the hatred for her father did.

As Lati reached her second birthday, her mother committed suicide. A slash too deep, the vessels too worn, and blood leaked from her body for the last time. As her mother's vision failed, her head swayed, and her body fell to the ground, Lati did nothing but watch in the shadows, like she had done for almost her whole life. A tear fell from her face as her mother fell into hysterics before her death, slowly and horribly. Lati could no longer sustain her feelings kept inside her since her mother's first self-mutilation act. Her eyes glowed a bright blue, and the air began to swirl around her, stirring up dust. It began to collect around her, turning into a tornado.

A blue aura enveloped her, and she stifled a small sniffle. The tears began to flow freely from her eyes, like the blood from her mother's wrist. Her hands clenched into fists, and she whispered a few words, shaking.

"I hate you, Daddy…"

She got to her knees, gripping her head, as the energy was unleashed. A blue dome covered the house, swirling around it and slowly annihilating all that was kept inside it.

"I HATE YOU!" she screamed, and an explosion sounded across the oceans, one that reached the farthest ends of Ecruteak City.

The only thing that was left was Lati; collapsed in the middle of it all, out of energy. No one bothered to help her, too scared what would become of him or her if they touched her. Two days passed, and Lati woke, groaning. Her mouth was dry, her head pounded, and she could hardly remember anything. She couldn't even remember her own name. She crawled the ocean, shivering, and jumped into the water to clean herself from the dirt that covered her body. As she touched the water, a memory shot through her mind, something about her father. All she could get from it was that she has a deep feeling for her father.

A feeling of hatred.

Lati had a hard time surviving on her own, and as no one wanted to help her, she struggled. As she reached age five, she was near death. She cried out with her telepathic powers, to anyone willing to listen. Anyone. But as her powers were not as strong as they could be, the cry was weak and most with weak minds did not even receive it.

Sailing above the seas of Johto, someone, or someTHING, received it. Perking up at this message, it unfurled its wings and streamlined its tiny body, flying toward the sender at massive speeds. The water below it was blown away, creating a giant wake beneath it. It closed in on Olivine, narrowing its eyes and flying faster. When it arrived, what it saw was pathetic

Lati looked like a mere husk of a girl. She was starved, dehydrated, and dirty. Her long, snow-white hair was infested with debris, her once cheery amber-eyes dull and dark. Her clothes hung on her like rags, and she shivered even when it was close to 75 degrees Fahrenheit. The only thing that looked in good shape was the blue triangle necklace that hung at her neck. The girl looked at her respondent, her eyes glimmering in the bleak moonlight. A great bird-like dragon hovered in front of her, its eyes the same golden colour as Lati's, only much more bright. They were filled with sympathy and care, unlike the young girl's. Its round body was red and white, and it had a blue triangle on its belly.

"W-what… is… your name?" Lati asked shakily, not sure what to say.

'Latias,' the dragon responded in Lati's mind, its voice high and caring. 'What is yours, friend?'

"…" Lati didn't know her own name then, and hearing her savior's name made her think of one. "Lati," she said confidently. Latias smiled and cooed, nuzzling the girl's cheek. Lati glowed a shallow blue, and after she looked almost completely restored. The young girl struggled to her feet, wrapping her arms around the dragon. Latias licked her cheek and cried out happily, flying off. Lati waved, smiling sadly.

From that day on, Lati learned how to care for herself, growing stronger and stronger. At 10 years of age she met up with two baby pokémon, a Mudkip and a Treecko, injured and near death in the grass. Remember the kindness that was shown to her by Latias, she took care of them like her children, nicknaming the Mudkip Sai, and the Treecko Sisko. They grew together, and as they bonded they grew stronger inside. The Mudkip mastered reflecting back attacks, and the Treecko blew fire from his mouth with the power of the strongest pokémon, the dragons. Sisko's bite was also deadly, great powers of darkness in it. ((A/N: Oooh, powers of darkness! I'm soo scared! .. Cheesy…))

The people of Olivine were astounded by the young girl's behaviour and progress in life, still straying away from her in fear that what had happened on the night of February, Friday the 13th…

As Lati reached her 11th birthday, she was snuggled up with her pokémon near a fire made by Sisko's breath, gazing at the sky as the two babies slept on her lap. They were all warm together, and as Lati began to get sleepy, she looked up in the sky. A great, green dragon shot across the blanket of stars, and she blinked twice to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. It was huge, majestic, streaming across the sky with the experience of a jet fighter. Its malicious yellow eyes could be seen glowing in the night, and as it realized it had been seen, it was gone, mysteriously as it had come. Lati then allowed herself to fall asleep, convincing herself she was seeing things.

Early the next morning, shouting awaked her, a man was yelling quite obnoxiously. She groaned, getting up, Sai and Sisko at her heels. She followed the direction of the yelling, finding a man in a dark cloak towering over an old fat man who owned a store. She rubbed her eyes, blinking to make sure she was seeing straight. Strangers didn't often come to town cloaked in black, and as she neared the scene she was able to catch what they were saying.

"Tell me what you saw last night… I need to know!" the taller man demanded, growling.

"I swear, sir, I only saw a green streak in the sky, sir, I don't want no trouble!" the fat man replied, cringing. The taller one picked up the old man by the collar, hissing into his face, "You better hope that's all you saw, or-"

He suddenly stopped, dropping the man and looking at Lati. He walked toward her slowly, his steel-plated boots making a clang, clang sound as got closer. Lati could sense his sinister gaze from beneath the shadows of his cloak, biting her lip. There was something familiar about him, she couldn't place it… her thoughts were interrupted as Sisko, her Treecko, stepped in front of her and growled menacingly at the man, Sai hiding behind her leg. The man laughed and stepped over the tree gecko, right in front of Lati. She bit her lip, her knees shaking. He chuckled.

"What's your name, kid?" he asked, even though it seemed he knew the answer. In fact, he seemed he knew everything. His voice was cold and icy, but deep and commanding at the same time.

"L-lati…" she replied shakily. She couldn't remember being this afraid before in her life. This man seemed extremely powerful, and even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he was smiling under his cloak.

"These pokémon… they're pretty under-trained. I could teach you… train you… you could become skilled, and these pokémon… they could become stronger…" he told her, shaking his leg to try and release Sisko's grip upon it.

"… Me…? You… want to train me?" she asked, warming up to him. She had heard of the great pokémon trainers, and had always admired them, but never expected to become one. She thought about refusing, but he seemed so confident that she would agree to go along, he seemed so powerful, that she thought if she disagreed he could kill her, and he probably would. He tried to look into his shadowed face, but only caught two forest green eyes, filled with warmth.

"That's why I'm asking you, isn't it?" he pointed out. Lati looked around, and looked at Sai, shuddering behind her. She then looked back at the man, holding out her hand.

"Sure… what's your name?" she asked, and his gauntlet-covered hand gripped hers in a hearty shake.

"Darkstar… but that's sensei from now on," he told her, smiling under his cloak.

Lati released her hand and bowed, clapping her two hands together.

"Hai!"

And that, folks, is how to write a sucky background story in one hour. This is my first work in like what, 6 months? So don't hurt me for it sucking. Aight? Aight. Review, now, thanks. ^_^