Hey guys! How was your Christmas? What did you get? I feel kinda spoiled. I got like a billion clothes (Don't worry! I'm going to go through my closet and donate a bunch), an iPhone stereo (I really needed one of these...), a new Pillow Pet, and a bunch of other things... I hope you guys have an amazing new years, too! :D And golly gosh, school... I start back on January 3rd and I have play audition that day... My drama teacher said I'm likely to get a big part. But don't worry! This won't slow down updates as much as you and I expect! We'll only have practice three times a week and it'll only be a month (since it's a one-act play, meaning it'll only be around thirty minutes long). Nuff about my life.

Sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have chapter three... yet... Here! I'll do an improv—I mean, update!

So, this update is about OCs. Yes, OCs. I'm in need of some really bad (as in evil-bad not M. Night Shyamalan bad.. No offense to any of his fans. :P) villains. I'm pretty good on female OCs but I REALLY NEED A LOT OF VILLAINS. The limit is one hero and two villains. Oh. Plus I'm adding new rules to the OCs!

BOLD LETTERS MEAN SOMETHING EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!

Appearances. I don't really care if they have purple eyes, just no blue hair with rainbow streaks. It's 1822, for Pete's sake. If their a villain, please make them rougher lookin'.

Names. Okay, I don't care if their nickname (NICK. NAME. Not real name.) is Billybobjoe. I seriously don't. Just please, PLEASE, don't make their name Japanese (Exception: if they are actually of Japanese heritage)! This is an American-western setting and exposition. Thus, we need Old English, French, Spanish and Italian names. Also, I'd like to see an Indian (like a Native American) OC. I'd be really interested in that. :D

Histories. There's a new option to history. If your character wants to know a character (that is not in ownership of you) prior to the events of TWW, please PM that person to arrange the behind story. After so, one of you must PM me the history between the two. If it's one of my characters, just ask me. :P

Ehem. Moving on. Now Pokemon. Please. Can we do research? I feel like I'm making my own character when people ask me to finish their OC for them... Sigh. Oh poor little me... And when people put one word for Nature and Personality, it just makes the Pokemon hard to animate. You know?

This is an important note. I'm proposing the idea: If you don't have all six slots of your team filled up, I might place more Pokemon in your team. Especially certain villains. Please tell me if you're okay with this or if you want your teams to be fully based off yours. If your character is receiving a new Pokemon, I'll PM you prior to the chapter and tell you a little about the Pokemon.

Also, I'm sorry if your character hasn't been in the story yet. ): I love just about every OC. Some of them are astonishing to me and I see a lot of penitential in them. If your character hasn't been mentioned, it might be because your character lacked certain details. I'm a very, very imaginative person and when I write a story I have to write a lot of detail down. If I don't, I get thrown off. So the basic lesson from this paragraph; USE SO MUCH DETAIL, IT COULD BE A FANFICTION ITSELF. I'M NOT EVEN KIDDING, KIDDIES.

… Anyway. So, I lied. ;D Shame on me! This isn't just an update! There's a small POV part in it! Let me introduce my newest OCs to the cast (stay tuned for an explanation of the outlaw Terra was going after)! Without further ado...


?'s POV

"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Jeez, why the heck is this girl screaming? Just a Houndoom, for Pete's sake... Well actually when I think about it, Casper did have quite a scary appearance. He had a Razor Claw on a chain necklace he wore. He had a scar across his chest from his mother, who was going to kill him out of hunger and desperation. Good thing I was there to save him. However, his mother ran away, abandoning him and never coming back... However, this girl wouldn't be able to see his scar...

Hey, she should have been thankful that I saved her butt from those Granbull. Not only that, but I let her sleep in my bed. And not only that, I cleaned and wrapped her wound (which was extremely deep and bleeding so badly, I had to run full speed with her in my arms before more predators came). She started to whimper, clutching her blanket in fear. I started to poke her side, causing her to flinch and gaining her attention. She looked at me with emerald-like eyes that had a pitch of anxiety and fright.

"Well, howdy. I wouldn't think ol' Casper there would be that scary." I spoke while leaning over on my chair and placing an elbow on my knee. She gave a curious (or it might have been worried...) facial expression and looked around the room. "W-Where—" She mused before I discontinued her. "Welcome to my house! If ya don't remember, you were kinda almost mauled by them Granbull...?" I managed to remind her.

Suddenly, she flinched and softly gasped. "Rapidash! Where is he? Where are my Pokemon?" As she speedily spoke, she placed a clutched fist near her chest. She seemed to be genuinely upset. I would be, too. Not knowing where my Pokemon were and being some weird boy's house... I stood up, crossing my arms as I did. "Ah, don't worry, you girl. They're fine. There over there—" I pointed to my blazing fireplace, where her bag was on a coat-hanger that was right to it. "—near my fireplace."

She calmed down, sighing as she relaxed back into the bed. She looked at Casper, who twisted his head as she gazed at him. His pointed tail slowly swayed back and forth. "Why's he cuddling with me...?" She aforesaid, apparently quite the curious of the Pokemon. "Oh. He wanted to. I don't know why, but it seems like he thinks you're ill. He wanted to warm you up. His name's Casper, if ya didn't catch me sayin' that before." I pointed out.

Before I could say anything else, she pulled her blanket off her leg. It unconcealed the bandage I had wrapped around her right leg, which had been bitten by the Alpha Granbull. She winced at the sight. I said nothing as she sat up and looked closer at the injury. Casper leaped off the bed and came to my side, his claws making a tapping noise as he walked across the wooden floor. She glanced up at me again and finally smiled. "I-I'm Krista." She suddenly introduced herself.

I smiled back at her, offering a hand. "I'm Marley Morrison. Pleasure to meet ya."


?'S POV

The streets of Olivine were as creepy as any other crime-filled city at night. The sounds in the city were mostly made of sailors laughing, gambling, getting drunk, and flirting to girls who were unaware of the perverted sailor's nasty thoughts. I had just come here from Hoenn, arriving sneakily on a ship. My Raichu, Delilah, walked at my side. She was quite small for a Raichu, only making it up to two feet and two inches.

She wore a pink bow on her ear (A/N: Does anyone remember the Pink Bow from G/S/C? It was the original Silk Scarf but were taken out in later generations.), adding an naive, cute look to her. That made it easier to steal... I looked around with my red-brown eyes, meeting the eyes contact of many men. There were many people around, as if there were a festival going on. The sea breeze was growing strong, making my sandy blonde hair fly around. Luckily, some of it was restrained through the use of my dark brown cowboy hat. On top of the hat was a single, red pansy.

My outfit consisted of a dark gray skirt over a pair of jet black tights. I also wore a crimson red button up that was long sleeve. It was partially loose in me because of the weight I had lost from hunger and feeding my Pokemon more than myself. I also wore a pair of cowboy boots that had a color that matched my hat. They had white stitching on it. I also attired of a belt (where I kept my Pokeballs) that matched my boots and hat. I was slightly cold due to the strong, salty wind, making my normally rosy cheeks a shade darker.

I was on the outskirts of the town, ready to head near the Miltank pastures to hopefully get some food for my Pokemon and I. I was already planning to make my way to Goldenrod. However, the moon and the fact that rouge men were plentiful around these parts at this time made me hesitant about traveling right now. I hate those kinds of men. The kind that take advantage of girls when they're defenseless... when they're clueless... That's what happened to me.

I was in Sale port, Hoenn. It had taken along time to get there even though my hometown, Rustboro. I had ran away from home when I was fifteen. My mother had died of tuberculosis when I was six, leaving me with my much older brother and my father. When I was ten, they both became alcoholics almost simultaneously. My father kicked my brother out of our home. My father would be so drunk, he'd come back home and beat me. Beat me till I blacked out...

I was sick of it. On the way to Rustboro, I had ran into an enraged Typhlosion. He tried to maul me, but before he could, I was able to catch him with the only Pokeball I had—a Premier ball to be exact. He was successfully caught. I released me hesitantly seconds later. I had found a iron barb in his paw, so I took it out. He became loyal to me in a matter of seconds. I decided to name him Tyson.

On the way, we met Christine, my Masquerain. She saw a Surskit at the time. She attacked him when he was hunting for our dinner, resulting in her almost becoming a pile of ashes. I ordered Tyson away and caught Christine before he could do more damage. She grew close to me and commonly helped all of us by stealing food. I trained her to the point of evolving. Once she did, she was even strong enough to fly me to Slateport.

However, it was there where things became wrong. It was late at night. It was cold. Very cold. I was desperate to find somewhere to stay the night. However, all the inns too expensive. I had no choice but to sleep outside and cling onto Tyson for warmth... I was awoken in the middle of the night by being pulled up. My mouth was covered to prevent my screaming. I looked all around to see sailors—giving lustful glances at me.

They all laughed tortuously as they attempted to pull my clothes off. However, their actions were halted by a certain Fire-type. He spat fire out at the sailors. One got hit—resulting in him moaning in pain. Tyson shoved the man who held me in a deathly grip and stood in front of me, protecting me from all five of the men. However, Tyson was stopped when the sailors pulled their Pokemon out. A Machoke, Crawdaunt, Arbok, Haunter, and a Banette were all pulled out.

The Machoke attempted to land a Dynamic punch at Tyson. However, Tyson shoved him into a nearby sailor. The Crawdaunt came dashing towards Tyson with a claw surrounded by water. Tyson used Thunderpunch on the Pokemon before it could, knocking him back also. Next, the Arbok dashed out of what seemed to be nowhere, using Poison Fang on Tyson's neck. The men all gave a villainous chuckle as Tyson showed signs of being badly poisoned. Next, the Haunter came, coming in front of Tyson out of the shadows. He used psychic waves to lull Tyson into slumber, making him fall to the ground. Both the Haunter and Banette used Dream Eater.

Tyson fainted. I returned him, then attempted to release Christine. However, the Haunter appeared from the shadows and shoved me to the ground. The men crowded around me. One pulled a knife out, slashing my clothing off. They proceeded to rape me...

I woke up the next morning in the same place I was the night before. I was naked, however. Thankfully, my torn clothing left around me. I found my Pokeballs and released Christine. She was shocked at the sight. However, she went and stole me some clothing. Despite them being a bit big on me, I was at least warm. I went to the Pokemon Center to heal Tyson. That night, as I was leaving the hell of a city, one sailor spotted me. He corned me and told me how he remembered raping me.

He said he wanted to do it again but this time, on his own bed. Big mistake. Tyson broke out of his Pokeball and proceeded to maul the man. He slashed his chest, resulting in a bloodcurdling scream and for blood to ooze out. I hid my eyes for the sight was brutal. I didn't know what else to do... Tyson was done and he had blood all over his mouth and paws. The man was dead.

Tyson came over to my shivered body, offering some comfort. But it was no time for that. We heard someone calling a name. Tyson let me ride on him as we continued north. We were then refugees. After much time in Hoenn, we acquired a stronger team and made it to Lilycove, where we had sneakily boarded onto the ship and made it all the way to Johto.

I stopped in my tracks after thinking about it all. Delilah looked up me with concern, pulling on my tights. "Chuuuuu?" She cooed in a concerned tone. I felt a tear run down my cheek, but I simply ignored it. "Come on. We must leave this place at once. It's too ominous..." I oddly whispered. She nodded, as we continued on.


James' POV

"Hehe... what a fool. I can't believe a lost her..." I stuck the money wad I had received into my pocket. I looked around the corner, seeing that girl was heading in the completely wrong direction. When I turned around however, I was surprised to see a older fellow. He was a tall man, that's for sure. I was sure he had enough muscle to stop a charging Tauros. He had long, dirty blonde hair that was back in a loose ponytail.

He had a mustache that was somewhat similar to Sealeo whiskers. There was a piece of his nose missing. He wore a black, basic shirt under a dark brown, leather jacket. He wore a pair of dusty jeans with a black belt that probably had his Pokemon and maybe even a gun. He wore cowboy boots that matched his jacket. He also wore a black brimmed hat that covered his eyes.

"You seem like a great outlaw, kid." He spoke with a super deep voice. I tipped my hat. "Yes, sir. What about it?" I asked him. He was obviously a criminal himself... The man smirked. "I'm Cullen. You have a name?" He asked while holding out a hand to shake. I shook his hand, whilst saying "James. James Blackwell." He took his hand away, then crossed his arms. "Well, Mr. Blackwell. You wanna join a group called the 'Burnin' Skulls'"?


END (The somewhat) CHAPTER! This is more of a filler/cliffhanger then anything... :P Anyway, hope you liked my OCs debuts!