Post by Birdybot on Jul 25, 2009 12:24:29 GMT -5
You'll need to read what's in the link to understand what daemons are.
Name: My name's Connor Kaikera... I think.
Age: I reckon 13's a good estimate
Pokemorph: Don't tell anyone, but I share my genes with Ho-oh.
Appearance: Connor is a most unusual character. He is handsome, yes, but most people don't notice that. This is because Connor's other features are perticulally interesting; one, he is an albino; two, he is a Ho-oh Pokémorph, and three, he has a daemon (see below for info on daemons). But, of course, we must put this into more depth.
Connor's features are nicely proportioned, his lips speaking honestly and so on. It is his eyes which are startling. They are, due to his albinoism, a shocking red, various shades of the colour dancing and swirling subject to his emotions and the lighting. If he is upset, they will turn a slightly softer shade. If he is angry, they will be fiery, and if he is happy, they will be brighter. He is not extremely pleased with his eyes; although they are deep and emotional, they are not too good at their intended purpose; sight. He usually wears contacts, but sometimes, say if he can't be bothered or has run out, he will wear a pair of thick, pale grey rimmed glasses. Without these, he can hardly see.
Connor's hair is an untidy mop of scruffy chalk white. Many a time has he attempted to pull a comb through it, but it never did work. So, he tries to make lemonade out of lemons; he went for a 'rugged' look, a lock of hair in front of an eye. If it weren't for his odd colouring, he would have pulled it off extremely well. His hair hides his pointed, feathery ears, hanging down to roughly his jaw line. Speaking of jaw lines, he has a thin pale scar running a quarter of the way along his before it creeps towards his throat. It barely stands out against his skin, and he doesn't tell anyone how he got it even if they notice it, but it certainly looks as though something narrowly missed slitting his throat. The reason why it doesn't stand out much is because, although it would really show up against someone with a normal shading of white skin, even more so on someone with dark skin, his skin is different. Again, thanks to the albinoism. His skin is a deathly pale, making him appear to be a paper-white ghost or extremely ill. It is rather shocking. Other than that, his skin is soft and smooth, just white as snow.
Connor is neither tall nor short, reaching around five or six feet tall. He is rather skinny, but not in the gangly, goofy way. He has a good posture and a powerful presense, a sense of authority about him despite his young age. He doesn't really care about that, however. He is not a body builder or the sort of person who goes all-out to look muscular; his network of well shaped muscles were earned by hardship. He is strong, but sometimes too strong. He isn't familiar with his own strength, leading him to be a tad clumsy at times. He often crushes things in his grip, and so is always exremely careful. His nails grow very quickly and are much like claws, sharp and pointed. His hair, however, does not grow as fast, thankfully. He cuts his nails often, but it does little to keep them tamed. They are pretty sharp, and if he knows he might need to fight soon, he will not cut them so he will have an extra weapon, not that he enjoys fighting much. Other than that, however, he somehow manages to keep them short and safe.
More impressive than his muscular figure is what casts a shadow over it, making people cringe away from him as they laybel him a freak. From the frontmost roots of his hair produces a tall golden crest, curling over at the top. It shines like real gold, and when it hits the light, small rainbows dance along the surface. This is a feature from Ho-oh. His spine has a few extra segments, producing a long, beautiful tail from the end. Feathers make up most of it's length; every colour of the rainbow. It tenses up, straightenes or flicks up and so on depending on his mood. However, more astounding than the tail or the crest is the wings.
Connor's wings, when stretched, reach an eleven foot wingspan. His feathers, unlike Ho-oh's, are white, the primaries, rather than being green, are merely only slightly green, they are so pale. His wings are thick with muscle, easily the strongest of his apendages. He can fly, true, but he wouldn't cheat by not buying the TM; you will never see him fly anywhere near a city or settlement of any kind. He hates it when people know what he is; they might try to kill him, capture him, or the like. So, even when flying out in the countryside, he prefers to fly just below the clouds, where he might be mistaken for a large bird Pokémon like Starraptor. When not alone or flying, he keeps his wings tucked tightly against his back, undetectable. If he does pull them out, for whatever reason, he might look like a 'fallen angel'; deathly pale, with mostly white wings and lovely features but peircing red eyes.
He wears cheap, old clothes for two reasons; one, he likes to keep a low profile, and two, because he can't afford any better. He often goes barefoot, but if he must, for example if he's in a swamp or town where he wouldn't fit in without shoes, he will wear flimsy sandels, the fraying straps sellotaped down to the rest of the shoe where the velcro was long gone. His legs are donned in baggy, grass stained and hole filled trousers. These are generally pale blue jeans or a pale coloured tracksuit. If they don't fit him at the waist, he'll simply tie it up with rope. He never wears long sleeved shirts, preferring those with short or no sleeves. Often white, always plain, Connor takes care with one thing; the long slits in the back of his shirts to let his wings through. He makes sure that they will be invisible when his wings are tucked in. He also does this to a light green jacket he wears if it gets too cold for him, which isn't often; as a 'morph of a Fire type, his fire can keep him warm. He carries a lightweight white backpack which holds all his posessions; a photograph of his family, a stuffed Eevee and a book of Pokémon.
Personality: Oh... I stink at these... anyway;
Connor is not generally the sort of guy you would expect to see jabbering about something purely because he can. In fact, Connor is not the sort of guy you'd see at all. He keeps to himself, mostly, melting into the shadows at any time he wishes; generally if there's anyone suspicious looking around. Some might interpret this as cowardice and shyness, but in actual fact, Connor is far from either of these two. He only hides from danger because he is smart, and doesn't want to cause unnescessary trouble for others. Before, he has made the mistake of allowing himself to be seen, and he has never enjoyed the consequences.
Connor is intelligent. He has to be, after all, if he wishes to survive the harsh conditions he so often has to deal with. He can make do with very little at hand, his mind full of imagination, enabling him to craft tools out of mere junk. However, his intelligence is more for the survival aspect, like knowing what is good to eat and what would eat you, rather than what he calls 'useless classroom junk'; he never went to school, after all. If you give him a maths test, he will fail it. However, give him a deserted island, and he will live their confortably. His knowledge is composed completely of things he would find handy to know, such as medical things, food, Pokémon, fighting, and various other things. So, that's Connor's mind for you; failing school, but winning life.
Connor is compassionate, kind and gentle, despite how he may act at times. He finds it easy to slip into someone's shoes; sometimes, too much so, making it a weakness. He is the kind of guy who would resist punching his worst enemy because they wouldn't like it, or adopt a Pokémon he didn't like because it looked depressed or hurt. He has learned that if you argue, shout, swear or fight people, you'd never get your own way, for people would merely hate you and wouldn't want you to get what you wanted anyway. He believes that everything can be solved by kind words and that anyone can be reasoned with. He knows that words are often more powerful than actions, and kinder too. Therefore, he is a hard one to infuriate. If ever he feels angry, he simply calms himself down. Warmth, especially fire, often helps.
However, there is one way to anger Connor, and it's pretty easy. Just insult him on his albinoism, and he'll fly at you in a rage that'll make you want to take your comment back. He can often control his anger to a minor throb of insults, but sometimes his Ho-oh genes get the better of him and he becomes uncontrollable. He will attack with all his might when angry, hitting and thumping anyone in sight. He sees this as much of a weakness, for when you loose control, you loose the fight.
Speaking of fighting, he's a rather good fighter. He isn't the sort who would simply go all-out with punches and kicks, however. Being slim and strong, agile and intelligent, he can win fights. Oh, and his Ho-oh genes don't hurt his chances, either. He finds his opponent's weakness, and plays to that, generally. However many times people say that it's 'cowardly to attack when you're opponent's back is turned', he doesn't care. He just knows that, in a life-and-death situation, it's best just to win no matter how you go about doing it. So, he often fights dirty, attacking pressure points to send enemy's muscles into spasm before knocking them out. However, he hates fighting, again prefering to talk his way out of things. He is good at finding loopholes, thankfully. He will only fight if it's absolutely nescessary, and always regrets doing it afterwards.
Now, before we end out horribly short Personality section, there's a final thing you must know about Connor, regarding his Ho-oh Pokémorphism. Connor is a bit of a pyromaniac. He loves anything to do with fire; bright or firey colours, heat, light, the lot. He doesn't feel temperature much, which can be useful if he's stuck in a blizzard or desert, but annoying if everyone's sunbathing on the beach. However, he feels he more than makes up for it with his special abilities. He has somewhat decent influence over fire. Nothing at all like what a full Ho-oh can do, but still, it's something. He can't influence anything larger than the sort of fire you'd get in a fireplace, but he's still proud of his ability. He can create sparks from nothing. He can set small objects on fire, such as leaves and things, which he can use to set larger objects of fire. He can create fireballs. He can tame small areas off fire at a time, so someone might be able to not be burned with it. He can even shape fire, which is how he makes his fireballs. He loves this, and practices it often. However, he is unable to do this in public, so instead does it in secret, to keep his ability hidden from people.
History: In another world, one where everyone has daemon, named Enera, there was the village of Rekis, Sinnoh, containing a large manor house. The lord and lady of the manor were named Flora and Marcus Kaikera. They were well known across the region as extremely rich, generous people. They had much say in what went on around the region, and the people loved them dearly. Hundreds of important people came to Rekis every year to ask the Kaikeras for advice, and the village grew in wealth, become a town and then a larger town, but never a city. The Kaikeras, of course, needed heirs to their power and riches, and so had three children. These children were all educated heavily in every manner possible; Ponyta riding, fencing, trekking and so on were learned on top of the usual subject.
There was, however, a forth Kaikera child. This one was one no-one knew about. Oh, half the people who ever set foot in the Kaikera's manor knew he exsited, but only four people in the enite world of Enera knew he was the rightfull heir to the Keikera's riches; Marcus, Flora, and a servant who had brought him up, one Daisy Barl. The boy's name was Connor.
When Flora Kaikera became pregnant, the entire region celebrated along with her. It was big and great news; the Kaikeras would be able to stay with them even after Flora and Marcus passed on! There was even more excitement when it was discovered the child was to be a boy; by tradition, it is the first born male who takes over after his parents. The region waited with bated breath for the birth as Flora became closer and closer to the day which would mark her as nine months pregnant. A week before Connor was due to be born, Flora felt she was giving birth. Ordering privacy, she gave birth in the company of her husband and a servant who doubled as a doctor, Daisy Barl.
Flora Kaikera lay in bed, panting. She could hear the wail of her baby, who had taken his first breath just one hour ago. Her husband was squeezing her hand, telling her over and over that it was all right, there was just a complication. Daisy leaned over and whispered something which Flora could not hear. "Wouldn't it be kinder to tell her he didn't make it?" she had asked. Marcus growled. "No! That would only make it worse." he said. Flora looked puzzled. "Why, Marcus? What's wrong? Why can't I see little Connor!" she demanded.
Marcus sighed. "Flora... Connor is..." he began, feeling grim hands place something heavy in his arms. Little Connor. The child was now sleeping peacefully, his body- including mop of hair- except for his face concealed by a blanket which was wrapped around him like a bundle. His eyes were closed. At first, Flora thought that the thing which was wrong was something to do with his daemon; she couldn't see her anywhere. Speaking of which, she couldn't see Marcus' Butterfree daemon, Bella, anywhere. Her own daemon, the Persian formed Atania, moaned softly, moving into her arms, closer to her human's steadily beating heart. Flora's lips opened. "Where's his daemon? Marcus, what's wrong?" she sounded stern as well as desperate now, as though they were trying her patience. Atania's lips pulled back, a soft growl riverbrating from his throat.
Marcus winced. "Come on, then, Bella. Bring out Vivime." he said, closing his eyes as though what he about to do hurt. Flora's eyes widened. What was really that bad? Then she gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth as the Butterfree which was her husband's soul stepped up to her, presenting her with her son's daemon. She wished then that humans were allowed to touch other human's daemons, for this daemon was quite extraordinary; the daemon whose chest was rising slowly up and down in Bella's stubby arms was an Eevee. Not too unusual, but what was unusual, however, was the colouring. Her fur was stark white. Atania swallowed, taking Vivime, Connor's daemon, from Bella. He stroked her gently, and the Eevee's eyes opened. As did Connor's, the connection between child and soul binding them in conciousness. Atania hissed, dropping the daemon like it was poison; their eyes were both stark red.
Connor began crying as his daemon hit the bed. Marcus looked at Flora, hurt in his eyes, as he covered up his son's mouth. "Flora. We can't let anyone know that the child of the great Kaikeras is an albino. It would ruin us! What should we do?!" he babbled, his daemon fluttering about in distress. Fora nodded, pressing her shaking finger to his lips. "I think there's only one thing we can do, Marcus. We can't let anyone know about Connor. We have to say I had a miscarrage, or something, and give him to, urm, Daisy, to raise. Yes, that would work. Daisy, are you willing to do that?" she asked, looking at her servant with pleading eyes. The woman, face laced with indecision and regret, nodded slowly. And so, Connor never knew who he truly was. The region slowed, thouroughly disappointed. The tears the Kaikeras cried were real. And meanwhile, their baby lived on, being brought up as a servant.
Once all mutterings of Flora's 'failure' to have a child had died down, which only took a couple of months, it was discovered that Flora was pregnant again, with yet another boy. Daisy did not think this too wise. Just a month before Connor 'Barl's true first birthday, although they had changed it to a different date to cover their tracks, the baby was born. He was an ordinary, healthy baby. His eyes were a deep sea blue, his hair a stubborn scruff of brown. People from all over Sinnoh now celebrated for real, and the now town, of Rekis, began a festival which would be held annually, know as Kaikera Day, celebrating the birth of the 'heir' to the Kaikera manor, power and fortune. Connor toddled along to the festivities too, his daemon carried by Daisy's Blissey daemon. People teased him usually, but they forgot all that during the celebrations.
In the years following, Flora Kaikera had two more children, both girls. Connor was now four, his brother, Jem, three, and his twin sisters, Keri and Teri, were one year old. Jem and the Twins were kind children, treating Connor fairly. However, the other children, the servant children, beat him up, yelled at him, and blamed anything that happened on him. Connor was now noticably intelligent, a feature of both his parents. He was allowed to play with Jem, Keri and Teri as often as he like, and spent lots of time with Flora and Marcus. He was told that this was because he was a good boy and because Daisy was one of the Kaikera's favourite servants, and so he never knew the true reason; because, as much as his parents were ashamed of him, they couldn't help wanting to see their son grow up.
However, their was a problem. Connor 'Barl', as mentioned earlier, was a rather intelligent four year old. And, as most clever toddlers are, he wanted to learn more and so was very curious. He asked many questions, but never did it come to Daisy, Flora or Marcus' attention that this might be a problem until one night, where his fate was sealed.
Connor toddled towards the door. Vivime was fluttering about his head as a Tailow, ordering him to turn around. ~Connor, this is a bad idea. Mummy doesn't like talking about daddy, we know that!~ she reminded him, recalling the last time they'd asked Daisy about their mysterious father they had never met. She had yelled at them, and sent them to bed without any dinner. Connor shook him head. "I know, Vivi, but I really really want to know who my daddy is!" he insisted, reaching out to push the door open. At that same instant, he had to fight the urge to cry out in pain, the feeling that his heart was being torn away.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Vivi was clearly suffering the same pain. She had tranfrormed into a Sandslash, digging her long claws into the floor as she moved away from Connor, streching their bond and making them both feel pain. Connor whimpered softly, racing over to Vivime. She instantly became a Tailow again, preparing to dart away, but Connor caught her before she could lead him away any more he kept his daemon in his hand, and opened the door to the tiny lounging area he knew Daisy would be at this time.
As the woman looked up, Vivime broke free from Connor's grasp, but didn't fly away; that would be inpolite. "Connor? Can I help? Do you want a glass of water?" she asked, lowering her reading glasses. Connor took a deep breath, closing his eyes and reminding himself that it was all OK. "No, mummy. I want... I want to know who daddy is." he said. Daisy's face turned from confused to enraged. She dropped the book she was reading as she set down her reading glasses on the table. "Connor! How dare you! Don't ever, ever ask about daddy again! You hear?!" she roared. Connor cowered in somewhat fear. "B-b-but, mummy! I want to know who I am! You can't imagine how that feels!" he burst out. Daisy sighed, nodding. "Connor, darling, I understand it must be hard. But... I can't ever, ever tell you about daddy, all right? For your own good." she answered.
Connor screamed, resisting the urge to slap her. "You can't! I want to know daddy! I want to have both my parents, like all my friends! I hate you!" he yelled, storming off to his room. Vivime became an Arcanine, snarling at Daisy before bounding off to join her human. He was sobbing into his dirty pillow. She smoothed his hair. "I wonder what mummy meant by 'for your own good? Does that mean we wouldn't want to know daddy? Was he a murderer or theif or something?" she wondered allowed. Connor simply shrugged, before eventually falling into a sleep plagued with nightmares.
It was then that Daisy realised how dangerous Connor was becoming. He threatened to discover the truth about himself, about how he was truly a Kaikera, not a Barl. This would probably turn the entire region against them; this Sinnoh thought highly of it's important people, and lowly of those who weren't right, like Pokémorphs and albinos and such. She spoke to Flora and Marcus, and they agreed relucatantly that it would be best if Connor was as far away from them as possible. A week later, they all noticed an advertisement on a wall of a building. It read;
And so it was settled. The number was called and it was arranged that Connor would be going to live at Chaos Children's Centre. Daisy was a little suspicious, however; they didn't seem too interested in Connor until she mentioned that he was unbelievably smart...
"Mummy, where are we going?" Connor whined for the umpteenth time as the car drove past the same landscape it had been going past for the past hour. Just trees. A woods. He didn't even realise that there was so much woods left in Sinnoh. Vivime was curled up on his lap as an Eevee, half asleep. Connor himself had his head resting on his hand while gazed out the window. Or what he could see of it; his little legs didn't even reach the floor yet. Daisy shook her head, sighing. "You're going on... holiday. You'll like it. There are other kids, and activities." she told him, believing all but the holiday part herself. Connor mumbled, leaning back. His eyelids drooped...
"Welcome to Chaos Children's Centre, kiddo." Connor's eyelids flew open to the sound of a stranger's voice. He saw the man cringe at the sight of his red eyes, which instantly narrowed with distaste. Vivime became a Poochyena, fur prickly and a snarl threatening her lips. The stranger's daemon was a Natu, and stared back at Vivime expressionlessly and unblinkingly. The man, who was wearing a lab coat, took Connor's arm in a firm grip, pulling the boy out the car. "Yes, yes, he seems like he will grow to be a fine young man, if a little... albino." he shuddered at that last part.
Connor reached out to Daisy. "Mummy, don't leave me! He doesn't like me, he thinks I'm nasty because of my pale skin and my eyes! Mummy!" he called. Daisy pushed forwards a brave smile. "D-Don't worry Connor. I'll be back soon." she swallowed. Connor's eyes widened in shock. "Mum... that's it, isn't it? Mummy, you're leaving me here forever, aren't you? Well, you're the worst mummy anyone could ever have!" he yelled, slapping Daisy's hands away as she held him. Daisy gasped. Connor was crying now. "All my life... I've been a reject... even to my daddy... Jem and Keri and Teri are happy... I wish I was like them! I wish Flora and Marcus were my mummy and daddy, not you!" he screamed, tears really starting to fall now. Daisy gave him a sad smile. "Well, Connor... maybe they are." she whispered so only he would here. The last thing she saw of him was him being dragged in by the lab coat man, rain dripping off his soaking hair, watching her with hurt and confusion in his eyes while his daemon glared, still a Poochyena, from his shoulder. It was an image that would haunt her forever.
In the 'kid-trap', as the children called it, Connor soon learned that this was not as anyone of the Kaikera manor believed it to be. The children shared cells, small concrete rooms with wire mesh doors. In each cell was three bunk beds, a desk, a bookshelf and a few chairs and tables. Everything about the place was dark and dreary, and above all, colourless, perhaps contributing to Connor's love of colour. The children were constantly kept active so they could prepare themselves for what they were told was the 'greatest honour' and so they couldn't think of escape plans. No-one knew what this honour was, but all that was known was that once children entered the Honour Door, few came out. The ones that did looked so repulsive, no-one would go near them. They became mutated, looking somewhat like Pokémon. These children were always bullied, but feared for their skills at the same time.
Connor's cellmates were two other boys and three girls; himself, James, Mitachi, Lily, Kumboe and Maria. The children seldom smiled, and any conversing was done in whispers. Their cell was alway bright with colour, for Connor and Maria often loved to busy themselves with paper and crayons; blunt, of course. They would drawer anything. Things they missed, sometimes simple like jam (jelly to Americans) on toast, sometimes complicated like family members. Other pictures were mad scribbles.
One day, however, a rumour quickly spread. Children were saying that the lab coat people were talking about a 'breakthough' and that they were searching for a child worthy of it. No-one knew how to react; whether to be the worthy child or not to be. Naturally, everyone simply carried on, hoping all would run smoothly. Connor had been living this hell for over a year now, celebrating what he thought was his fifth birthday; he was actually a day out of the date set by Daisy.
Connor was drawing with Maria, their daemons taking a Smeagle form to help them out. James and Mitachi were both reading a book, their daemons a Vulpix and Illumise. Lily and Kumboe were mutterin softly to another. They all stood up, saluting the lab coat man as he stopped by their door, loyal as always. Connor watched the man. The other's daemons had become respectful and couteous forms, but Connor's Vivime had remained a paint-splattered Smeargle. The man frowned. "Get your daemon into a better form!" he barked. Vivime cocked her head, but didn't do any thing. Connor picked her up. "Sorry, sir. Why are you here? Is something wrong?" he asked, stroking Vivime until she became a Vulpix.
The man sighed. "No, A10-L9B. Nothing's wrong. I was just here because you, for some strange reason, have been recognised as a candidate to be the one with the greatest honour." he explained. Connor didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so simply stood there, stunned frozen, jaw dropped. Vivime crawled onto his shoulder, nuzzling his hair. This was just a little unexpected for them. "B-but... but..." he stammered, before allowing the man to take his deathly pale arm. As he was lead away, he heard the children wishing him good luck. He nodded grimly.
He was lead to a dimly lit room. There were several other children there, both boys and girls, but scared and calm. He was one of the calm ones, mastering his fear. The door closed behind him, several locks clicking loudly shut. A shiver ran down his spine. Vivime, along with most of the other children's daemons, adopted a small, fluffy form (in his case, an Eevee) and dived under her human's thin jacket. The lab coat man, along with several other, cleared his throat, stepping forwards. "Now, as you all know, Team Chaos has chosen you to become worthy or the greatest honour. You cannot know what this is until we narrow it down to the single person. We will test and train you in many ways, and at the end, only the smartest and strongest will pull through. Oh, and just so you know. In order to keep this top secret, we have a new rule just for you lot; you fail, you die." he spoke, grinning at the last phrase. All the children were frightened now, a few even crying in fear.
Almost a year of testing and then training had passed, leaving Connor and the girl who was still alive six years old. The children had all sworn not to make friends so they wouldn't feel pain when they died. Therefore, he and the girl didn't even know each other's names, just their codes. Hers was L03-O3K. Connor refused to know any more than that, as did she to him. Finally, after much training, the final test came. Connor was so nervous he couldn't get to sleep until Vivime became an Oddish and sprayed him with Sleep Powder.
The two remaining children took the test, desperate not to be the one to fail, and so to die. They waited, aching, tired, wishing they could rest but not showing it for fear it would hurt their chances of winning, for the lab man to come. Finally, he did. He glanced at his clipboard, before boring his eyes into that of Connor and the girl. "The one who has passed the final test, proving themselves worthy of being the one to be the greatest honour, is... A10-L9B. You, come with me." he said, motioning to the girl, wide eyed and looking like she would die of fright. Her daemon was clinging to her heart, calling out in distress. Connor knew he should be relieved, but he felt to bad for her and all the other children who had died. He swallowed, turning to the scientists. "Now what?" he said in a small voice.
A scientist laughed, motioning to a large cloth sheet over a big cage. The cold steel was ringing as though something was hitting it over and over. Occasionally, the sheet glowed, and sometimes growls came from it. Connor couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it yet. He watched as the man uncovered the cage, revealing the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his entire life.
Connor's mouth fell open, as his Vivime's, as his eyes set upon the lavish bird. Ho-oh, without a doubt. The Pokémon's glittering wings shone like the wonder in Connor's red eyes, the crest flopped gently over his eyes as they glared at the scientists in disgust. When he saw Connor, he roared, as though he hated the boy. Connor's eyes widened, and he took a step back. A scientist frowned. "Shut up, you great ugly bird!" he yelled, kicking the cage. It was Connor's turn to frown. "Don't hurt Ho-oh!" he couldn't help bursting out. That was when the men turned on him with a siringe, pricking him with the long, pointed end. He fell to the ground, knocked unconcious by the general anasthetic.
When Connor awakened, he was lying on a lumpy mattress. He groaned, reaching out to touch Vivime. However, he couldn't. His arm... was so heavy. So very heavy. He couldn't move! And his body... he felt so hot. He was on fire! Every inch of his body seared in burning pain, but he couldn't do more than lie there. And to make things worse, he couldn't see or touch his daemon, his soul. He could hear her, however, sleeping on his chest. He was also aware of an annoying bleeping thing next to him and a strange clear plastic thing over his mouth. The same mouth felt dry as he realised what the machines were. Life support. They were the only thing keeping him alive. With that, he was out again.
He awoke. It seemed like a mere second later, but in actual fact, a full week had passed. This time, it was worse; he couldn't even open his eyes. He could only hear. "Gerald, see how things look on the heart rate moniter? It isn't too good, is it. He's been out for a week. Only recently has his coma come to a stable state. He can probably hear us." a man was saying. Another man's voice came. "But he's the toughest... I don't think the Ho-oh DNA is mixing well. See the way the feathers are forming? And his daemon, look how shallow her breathing is. Perhaps we ought to take her away." the other man said. The other nodded. "That would certainly be... interesting. Come on, pick it up. He won't know." his grin could be heard through his voice. Connor felt like crying. It was the greatest crime, to touch another's daemon. And to take it away... did they mean forever? His heart rate reached a peak height before he fell unconiouss again.
Connor's transformation from human into Ho-oh Pokémorph was a long, painful, risk taking and dangerous one. He spend a year and two months in his coma, rising in and out of conciousness. When he was conciouss, he could hear and feel the intense pain of his DNA rearranging itself. He had no control over anything, and longed for the simplicity of his soul. He wanted to feel Vivime's warm body against his, stroke her fur. He didn't even know where his soul, his life partner, was.
Eventually, he found he was growing stronger. He could feel the power growing within him, and wondered at times if it would be enough to wake him from his coma, but his instinct told him that unless he waited, his transformation would be wrong. An error in his DNA structure couldn't be good, right? So he waited for, as I said, a year and two months after he fell into said coma. Eventually, he felt the power inside him might explode. Something amazing happened. Something which sent all the Team Chaos scientists into hyperventalation and such. His finger twitched.
Just that simple movement had a huge drain on his energy, and his head throbbed as he heard a scientist yell the news. As he heard them gather around, his cracked lips parted a tiny amount. He groaned. The first sound he had made in over a year had been emitted. He licked his lips, then paused, panting. No. He mustn't try anything yet. A scientist to his right yelled, "Hey, Boss! He's waking up! A10-L9B is waking up!" he called, the sound of running high heels approaching with these words. A strong scent of heavy floral perfume entered his nostrils, and his eyelids twitched, before flickering open. Everything seemed all fuzzy. He groaned again, hearing himself form the words, "Vivime. Where's my daemon?!" when no-one answered, he stood up abruptly, blinking hard and putting on his rather dusty glasses. He swayed dangerously, black spots appearing before his eyes.
"Urgggh..." he moaned, clutching his churning stomach. He shouldn't have ripped those life support machines away so quickly. The scientists were standing there, stunned, their mouths hanging open. Connor imagined a fly crawling in one. He glared at the purfumed one, the one called 'Boss'. "You! Give me my daemon!" he screamed, holding out the palm of his hand. His eyes flashed a firey colour, not that he knew. He just felt power, anger, hatred, pain. This woman had taken away his home, his family, a year of his life, his freedom, and now his soul. What else had she stolen? That question was soon answered. As his hand glowed red, sparks dancing from it, he gasped. He looked behind him... and would have fainted had he not been out for the last year. Extending from his back were great white wings like the Ho-oh's he'd seen earlier, just white. Hm. She'd taken away his humanity, too.
"What the...? What did you do? Why can't you leave me alone?!" he cried out, tears running in a steady stream down his ghostly pale cheeks. The boss woman rolled her eyes. "I'll leave our greatest weapon with you. I have a team to run." she said casually as she walked away. Connor glared at them all. The scientists cringed away, their daemons nuzzling them or whining. Connor wiped away his tears. "I'm asking you! Give. Me. My. Daemon!" he roared, blood pounding in his ears. He knew she was here, he could feel her; feel her screamed, attempting to come to him. "How would you like it? How would you feel? If I were to pick up your daemon with my bare hands and hide it? And you never saw them again? You wanna know how that feels? I do. Give her BACK!" he screamed, this time feeling his hands burn with a warmth. But it was a good warmth. Without quite realising what he was doing, he raised his palms again, shooting a small fireball at a scientist. The man fell to the ground, screaming. Not dead, just out cold.
Connor gasped, breath coming in pants as he looked at his hands. There was no difference to them, but what had he done? What was he turning into; some sort of freaky monster? Oh, man, this was not good. He needed Vivime, needed her hugs, reassuring words. She was his soul, his guide, his lifelong friend, after all. The scientists, including the one he had knocked down, who was just getting up, seemed excited. He heard them muttering to each other.
"Powerful, very strong..."
"More successful than others..."
"Just came out of a coma, too..."
"Brilliant weapon, credit to Team Chaos..."
"Yes, he'd help us capture more legendaries..."
"Dissect his brain..."
"... no feelings, we should keep his daemon away forever..."
Connor had heard enough. He needed to get back Vivime. If he didn't, who knew how many more evil deeds he would commit without thinking? He just needed a diversion, one to get everyone distracted for long enough for him to escape. Well, his heart felt as though someone had ripped it out and replaced it with longing. He longed for his daemon. He knew what a good diversion would be, if the scientists were so interested in his powers. He would show them his powers. "I... I t-think I c-can do more s-s-stuff." he stammered, the seven-year-old's voice shaking with nerves and longing. He concentrated on a cardboard box, imagining it being lit up with dancing flames. He felt an incredible sap on his energy, and knew because of it and the way the scientists gazed at it, amazed, that he had done it. He turned the fire several colours in different places; green, blue, red, purple, for good measure. That should buy him time. He raced out the same door the boss woman had entered and exited through, following his aching heart to his soul.
Eventually, after much wondering about and making the bond with his daemon cause him pain to point him in the right direction, he heard a shout. ~Connor! It's Vivime! Vivi!~ he heard. It was Vivime! He forced his legs to move, racing down the corridor as adrenalin fueled his veins. He felt his heart pump in his mouth, gasping as his daemon came into view for the first time in a year. A wave of strong emotion caught him, and, although happy and relieved, he burst into tears. He heard Vivime sobbing, too, as he pushed his fingers through the bars of her cage to try and reach her. He couldn't. "Vivime... I can't reach you. Be something larger so you'll touch the bars at the top of the cage." he pleaded. However, Vivme shook her head. ~I can't, Connor. It's made of some material which stops any daemon changing shape.~ she whimpered, leaping up. They still couldn't connect, boy and Zigzagoon daemon.
Connor sighed, cradling the cage. He was crying again, crying because this was as close as he would ever get to his daemon. He hated the scientist so much, hated them more than he hated anything else. With that hatred, he felt his hands grow warm again, that tingly sensation hint something to him. His firey ability! The new one! Of course; it would set his soul free! He warned Vivime, then burned the lock, watching impatiently as the barred cage roof swung slowly open. Since Vivime was still unable to change or leap high enough, he tipped the cage upside down, spilling her into his arms. She instantly became a Flareon, nuzzling him, grunting happily, licking his face. He laughed, his heart whole again. It seemed as though he had progressed in life, too, he thought sadly; Vivime was taking on an evolved form, something she rarely used to do.
Footsteps ruined the moment. A group of scientists; Connor could hear their angry shouts. Vivime snarled, becoming a fiersome Arcanine. She started racing as fast as she could down the corridor, and Connor followed her. As a human (sort of), he was much slower than his daemon with the form of one of the fastest Pokémon in the world, and so Vivime had to keep waiting for him to catch up. In the end, she became a Tailow and fluttered about him, urging him on. He could see doors... sunlight, for the first time in over a year... he was almost there...
He made it! Racing out onto freshly cut grass, Connor heard alarms ringing furiously in the background. But that was all behind him now. Laughing, his hopes were only slightly dampened by the tall walls topped with barbed wire. That wouldn't stop him! Before he realised what he was doing, his huge wings expanded and he leaped into the air, pushing them down and feeling himself rising. Two bullets whooshed past him, and Vivime trilled a warning. He swallowed, wobbling in the air. He now realized what exactly he was doing, and he didn't perticually like it. He rose higher, turning right instead of left before he quickly corrected himself. He had now idea how to fly. He could feel his feathers move, and they effected him, but all in all, he didn't know. Vivime, a more experienced flyer, shouted instructions to him, which helped him make progress. Although slow and dangerously wobbly, he eventually managed to make it to the nearby forest before he fell.
When he landed, Connor fought the urge to loose conciousness. He didn't want to loose any more of his life, after all. Vivime fluttered about him, blowing wind in his face with her wings to keep him awake. Eventually he got up, groaning.
Connor lived in the forest for six years, discovering his new self. He trained himself, with Vivime's help, of course, to fly, and use his fire. He burned down the treehouse he had built for himself on a number of occasions, proof that he wasn't very in control over his abilities. However, he had lost his humanity, and he wanted it back. Straining hard, he eventually overcame the dominating Ho-oh inside him and was able to practice properly, with him in control. It left him weak whenever he used his abilities, but, after those six years of living off whatever he could find in the forest, hiding from Team Chaos the few times they entered the forest, and asking Pokémon for help, Connor finally deemed himself worthy to face humans again. By then, he actually knew exactly where he was; ironically, he was in a dense forest nearby the village of Rekis. He could vaguely remember his life there, much more vividly his last moments with Daisy.
~Connor, why are we leaving? Couldn't we stay here forever? We'd be safe!~ Vivime cried, flicking through a number of forms, poking, prodding and pecking her human. Connor didn't answer her, instead, clenching his jaw. Vivime became a Charizard, roaring. ~We're not leaving!~ and she dug her claws into the tree's branch to prove she wouldn't move. Connor sighed. "But Vivi, we have to. Kaikera's manor will be safer than here, what with all the security. Plus, this is our lives. Our mother, Daisy, might not be our mother; she hinted we were offspring of Flora and Marcus Kaikera, and betrayed us to... them." Connor shuddered. It felt good to speak the names of his childhood again, but he couldn't bring himself to say Team Chaos. Vivime sighed, becoming a Charmander and padding to Connor's side. ~I suppose it couldn't hurt to see how Jem, Keri and Teri have grown.~ she murmured. Connor grinned.
And with that, Connor grabbed his daemon tightly with both hands, taking off with his powerful wings. He soared high, wingtips brushing the clouds on every upwards stroke. He cut his way through the air. When he could see the Kaikera manor, he landed where no humans would see, and walked on foot up to the building, a lump forming in his throat. This was where he had spent his childhood. He was coming home. He wondered if the would remember him. With a shaking hand, he rang the doorbell.
A woman answered it. Without a doubt, this was Flora Kaikera. She seemed older than Connor remembered, probably because she was nine years older. Her eyes widened as she saw Connor. Connor's pale face lit up; did she remember him?
"Hello, guest. I am Flora Kaikera. Welcome to our manor." she spoke formally. Connor's heart sank. That was a no, she didn't. Probably because of the crest and tail, and the nine years. He probably looked extremely different. "Can I come in, Mrs. Kaikera?" he asked in a small voice. She nodded. "Of course, poor soul!" she cried, leading him in. Marcus was in the hallway. She walked over to him, and he muttered something in her ear. "I've got the strangest feeling I know that boy from somewhere." he wondered aloud. Flora nodded; she felt it too. "Poor lost child, what is your name?"
Connor looked her straight in the eye. Might as well not hold it in. "Connor. Connor... Kaikera, I think." he spoke, his words strong and confident. At that same instant, there was much of a rush; Flora had fainted.
An hour later, Connor, Flora, Marcus, Jem, Keri, Teri and Daisy were dining at a table. Connor was wolfing down his food; it was the first proper meal he'd had in ages. Six years? No, he hadn't been given much at Team Chaos... since he was four years old, then. The children had changed a lot, too. From the little babies Connor had remembered, they had grown into a little gentleman and two young ladies. Jem had progressed from chubby three-year-old to slightly plump twelve-year-old, and the twins weren't wailing one-year-olds, they were polite and pretty ten-year-olds. Connor, of course, had had the most change. He had looked like the average four-year-old other than being an albino, and now he was handsome, skin and bone, and a Pokémorph.
"How? Connor, what happened?" Daisy, now an old lady, asked. Connor glared at her, Vivime hissing angrily. She winced. Her fauly? Connor explained his story, and a wave of guilt washed over Daisy. "Connor! I'm so sorry, if I'd have known what they were-" she began, but was cut off. Flora was speaking. "No, it's our fault. We hid Connor our of shame, and needed to send him away." she said. Connor smiled. It seemed he was finally being accepted, thirteen years after he had been born.
However, his strange adventures weren't about to stop. He spent six months with his true family, then something which, when scientists (nice ones) discovered a month later, they were baffled and named them after the Kaikeras. In that world, at least.
Connor was relaxed, happier than had ever been in his life. His stomach was full, and he belonged. The people of Sinnoh, Enera, knew him as a Kaikera and he was loved. He had Vivime, lying at his side in her Eevee form. Then, suddenly, he felt a shudder. Clutching Vivime's quivering form tightly, he looked about. Nothing. Hm. Must have just been a little tremour. Then he felt it again. He peered out the window; odd. Although pictures had been knocked off their rails here, there was no sign outside that anything had happened. He was a little worried now. What if Team Chaos had somehow managed to enter and were about to capture him? He hoped not. He really hoped not.
Then came the largest tremour of them all, again, nothing happening outside his bedroom, and a thin crack of light appeared, hovering in the centre of his room. His eyes widened, and he made for the door. Before he made it out, however, the crack widened in a split second, drawing him and Vivime inside before closing up forever. He screamed, falling through a strange vortex, before landing with a thud on soft grass. Where was he?
Connor discovered that he was in a land called Airore, a mistake. It must have been a mistake that he was there, then. He sighed, trailing through, trying to find someone. He hasn't found a person yet, but, behind where he landed, was a Pokémon Lab. One for new trainers to start. That, of course, naturally gave him an idea. A new world, a new him; he would become a Pokémon Trainer.
Affiliation: Pro-Airore
Name: Vivime (Vi-vi-meh), sometimes called Viv
Favourite forms: Pidgeot, Absol, Lucario, Eevelutions, any Fire type
Appearance: Although it is hard to describe a shape-shifter, Viv does have some distinguishable features. Thanks to her human's albinoism, not matter what form she is in, her skin/fur/whatever is always pure white, her eyes a glittering red. Where a Pokémon has two or more colours, she will simply be tinted a colour.
Personality: Vivime is kind hearted, always putting others before herself. She is honest, sometimes brutally so. She likes to investigate things, occasionally letting her curiousity get the better of her. Like all daemons, she supports anything her human does, although she often convinses him to go with more sensible options. She is sensible and likes to play safe, 'just in case'. Connor constantly reminds her that there isn't much that could go wrong, but she always sticks with what she thinks is right, a very determined daemon.
It took me forever, but I'm done! Yep, that's it for my teensy weensy little profile. Sorry it's so short.
Name: My name's Connor Kaikera... I think.
Age: I reckon 13's a good estimate
Pokemorph: Don't tell anyone, but I share my genes with Ho-oh.
Appearance: Connor is a most unusual character. He is handsome, yes, but most people don't notice that. This is because Connor's other features are perticulally interesting; one, he is an albino; two, he is a Ho-oh Pokémorph, and three, he has a daemon (see below for info on daemons). But, of course, we must put this into more depth.
Connor's features are nicely proportioned, his lips speaking honestly and so on. It is his eyes which are startling. They are, due to his albinoism, a shocking red, various shades of the colour dancing and swirling subject to his emotions and the lighting. If he is upset, they will turn a slightly softer shade. If he is angry, they will be fiery, and if he is happy, they will be brighter. He is not extremely pleased with his eyes; although they are deep and emotional, they are not too good at their intended purpose; sight. He usually wears contacts, but sometimes, say if he can't be bothered or has run out, he will wear a pair of thick, pale grey rimmed glasses. Without these, he can hardly see.
Connor's hair is an untidy mop of scruffy chalk white. Many a time has he attempted to pull a comb through it, but it never did work. So, he tries to make lemonade out of lemons; he went for a 'rugged' look, a lock of hair in front of an eye. If it weren't for his odd colouring, he would have pulled it off extremely well. His hair hides his pointed, feathery ears, hanging down to roughly his jaw line. Speaking of jaw lines, he has a thin pale scar running a quarter of the way along his before it creeps towards his throat. It barely stands out against his skin, and he doesn't tell anyone how he got it even if they notice it, but it certainly looks as though something narrowly missed slitting his throat. The reason why it doesn't stand out much is because, although it would really show up against someone with a normal shading of white skin, even more so on someone with dark skin, his skin is different. Again, thanks to the albinoism. His skin is a deathly pale, making him appear to be a paper-white ghost or extremely ill. It is rather shocking. Other than that, his skin is soft and smooth, just white as snow.
Connor is neither tall nor short, reaching around five or six feet tall. He is rather skinny, but not in the gangly, goofy way. He has a good posture and a powerful presense, a sense of authority about him despite his young age. He doesn't really care about that, however. He is not a body builder or the sort of person who goes all-out to look muscular; his network of well shaped muscles were earned by hardship. He is strong, but sometimes too strong. He isn't familiar with his own strength, leading him to be a tad clumsy at times. He often crushes things in his grip, and so is always exremely careful. His nails grow very quickly and are much like claws, sharp and pointed. His hair, however, does not grow as fast, thankfully. He cuts his nails often, but it does little to keep them tamed. They are pretty sharp, and if he knows he might need to fight soon, he will not cut them so he will have an extra weapon, not that he enjoys fighting much. Other than that, however, he somehow manages to keep them short and safe.
More impressive than his muscular figure is what casts a shadow over it, making people cringe away from him as they laybel him a freak. From the frontmost roots of his hair produces a tall golden crest, curling over at the top. It shines like real gold, and when it hits the light, small rainbows dance along the surface. This is a feature from Ho-oh. His spine has a few extra segments, producing a long, beautiful tail from the end. Feathers make up most of it's length; every colour of the rainbow. It tenses up, straightenes or flicks up and so on depending on his mood. However, more astounding than the tail or the crest is the wings.
Connor's wings, when stretched, reach an eleven foot wingspan. His feathers, unlike Ho-oh's, are white, the primaries, rather than being green, are merely only slightly green, they are so pale. His wings are thick with muscle, easily the strongest of his apendages. He can fly, true, but he wouldn't cheat by not buying the TM; you will never see him fly anywhere near a city or settlement of any kind. He hates it when people know what he is; they might try to kill him, capture him, or the like. So, even when flying out in the countryside, he prefers to fly just below the clouds, where he might be mistaken for a large bird Pokémon like Starraptor. When not alone or flying, he keeps his wings tucked tightly against his back, undetectable. If he does pull them out, for whatever reason, he might look like a 'fallen angel'; deathly pale, with mostly white wings and lovely features but peircing red eyes.
He wears cheap, old clothes for two reasons; one, he likes to keep a low profile, and two, because he can't afford any better. He often goes barefoot, but if he must, for example if he's in a swamp or town where he wouldn't fit in without shoes, he will wear flimsy sandels, the fraying straps sellotaped down to the rest of the shoe where the velcro was long gone. His legs are donned in baggy, grass stained and hole filled trousers. These are generally pale blue jeans or a pale coloured tracksuit. If they don't fit him at the waist, he'll simply tie it up with rope. He never wears long sleeved shirts, preferring those with short or no sleeves. Often white, always plain, Connor takes care with one thing; the long slits in the back of his shirts to let his wings through. He makes sure that they will be invisible when his wings are tucked in. He also does this to a light green jacket he wears if it gets too cold for him, which isn't often; as a 'morph of a Fire type, his fire can keep him warm. He carries a lightweight white backpack which holds all his posessions; a photograph of his family, a stuffed Eevee and a book of Pokémon.
Personality: Oh... I stink at these... anyway;
Connor is not generally the sort of guy you would expect to see jabbering about something purely because he can. In fact, Connor is not the sort of guy you'd see at all. He keeps to himself, mostly, melting into the shadows at any time he wishes; generally if there's anyone suspicious looking around. Some might interpret this as cowardice and shyness, but in actual fact, Connor is far from either of these two. He only hides from danger because he is smart, and doesn't want to cause unnescessary trouble for others. Before, he has made the mistake of allowing himself to be seen, and he has never enjoyed the consequences.
Connor is intelligent. He has to be, after all, if he wishes to survive the harsh conditions he so often has to deal with. He can make do with very little at hand, his mind full of imagination, enabling him to craft tools out of mere junk. However, his intelligence is more for the survival aspect, like knowing what is good to eat and what would eat you, rather than what he calls 'useless classroom junk'; he never went to school, after all. If you give him a maths test, he will fail it. However, give him a deserted island, and he will live their confortably. His knowledge is composed completely of things he would find handy to know, such as medical things, food, Pokémon, fighting, and various other things. So, that's Connor's mind for you; failing school, but winning life.
Connor is compassionate, kind and gentle, despite how he may act at times. He finds it easy to slip into someone's shoes; sometimes, too much so, making it a weakness. He is the kind of guy who would resist punching his worst enemy because they wouldn't like it, or adopt a Pokémon he didn't like because it looked depressed or hurt. He has learned that if you argue, shout, swear or fight people, you'd never get your own way, for people would merely hate you and wouldn't want you to get what you wanted anyway. He believes that everything can be solved by kind words and that anyone can be reasoned with. He knows that words are often more powerful than actions, and kinder too. Therefore, he is a hard one to infuriate. If ever he feels angry, he simply calms himself down. Warmth, especially fire, often helps.
However, there is one way to anger Connor, and it's pretty easy. Just insult him on his albinoism, and he'll fly at you in a rage that'll make you want to take your comment back. He can often control his anger to a minor throb of insults, but sometimes his Ho-oh genes get the better of him and he becomes uncontrollable. He will attack with all his might when angry, hitting and thumping anyone in sight. He sees this as much of a weakness, for when you loose control, you loose the fight.
Speaking of fighting, he's a rather good fighter. He isn't the sort who would simply go all-out with punches and kicks, however. Being slim and strong, agile and intelligent, he can win fights. Oh, and his Ho-oh genes don't hurt his chances, either. He finds his opponent's weakness, and plays to that, generally. However many times people say that it's 'cowardly to attack when you're opponent's back is turned', he doesn't care. He just knows that, in a life-and-death situation, it's best just to win no matter how you go about doing it. So, he often fights dirty, attacking pressure points to send enemy's muscles into spasm before knocking them out. However, he hates fighting, again prefering to talk his way out of things. He is good at finding loopholes, thankfully. He will only fight if it's absolutely nescessary, and always regrets doing it afterwards.
Now, before we end out horribly short Personality section, there's a final thing you must know about Connor, regarding his Ho-oh Pokémorphism. Connor is a bit of a pyromaniac. He loves anything to do with fire; bright or firey colours, heat, light, the lot. He doesn't feel temperature much, which can be useful if he's stuck in a blizzard or desert, but annoying if everyone's sunbathing on the beach. However, he feels he more than makes up for it with his special abilities. He has somewhat decent influence over fire. Nothing at all like what a full Ho-oh can do, but still, it's something. He can't influence anything larger than the sort of fire you'd get in a fireplace, but he's still proud of his ability. He can create sparks from nothing. He can set small objects on fire, such as leaves and things, which he can use to set larger objects of fire. He can create fireballs. He can tame small areas off fire at a time, so someone might be able to not be burned with it. He can even shape fire, which is how he makes his fireballs. He loves this, and practices it often. However, he is unable to do this in public, so instead does it in secret, to keep his ability hidden from people.
History: In another world, one where everyone has daemon, named Enera, there was the village of Rekis, Sinnoh, containing a large manor house. The lord and lady of the manor were named Flora and Marcus Kaikera. They were well known across the region as extremely rich, generous people. They had much say in what went on around the region, and the people loved them dearly. Hundreds of important people came to Rekis every year to ask the Kaikeras for advice, and the village grew in wealth, become a town and then a larger town, but never a city. The Kaikeras, of course, needed heirs to their power and riches, and so had three children. These children were all educated heavily in every manner possible; Ponyta riding, fencing, trekking and so on were learned on top of the usual subject.
There was, however, a forth Kaikera child. This one was one no-one knew about. Oh, half the people who ever set foot in the Kaikera's manor knew he exsited, but only four people in the enite world of Enera knew he was the rightfull heir to the Keikera's riches; Marcus, Flora, and a servant who had brought him up, one Daisy Barl. The boy's name was Connor.
When Flora Kaikera became pregnant, the entire region celebrated along with her. It was big and great news; the Kaikeras would be able to stay with them even after Flora and Marcus passed on! There was even more excitement when it was discovered the child was to be a boy; by tradition, it is the first born male who takes over after his parents. The region waited with bated breath for the birth as Flora became closer and closer to the day which would mark her as nine months pregnant. A week before Connor was due to be born, Flora felt she was giving birth. Ordering privacy, she gave birth in the company of her husband and a servant who doubled as a doctor, Daisy Barl.
Flora Kaikera lay in bed, panting. She could hear the wail of her baby, who had taken his first breath just one hour ago. Her husband was squeezing her hand, telling her over and over that it was all right, there was just a complication. Daisy leaned over and whispered something which Flora could not hear. "Wouldn't it be kinder to tell her he didn't make it?" she had asked. Marcus growled. "No! That would only make it worse." he said. Flora looked puzzled. "Why, Marcus? What's wrong? Why can't I see little Connor!" she demanded.
Marcus sighed. "Flora... Connor is..." he began, feeling grim hands place something heavy in his arms. Little Connor. The child was now sleeping peacefully, his body- including mop of hair- except for his face concealed by a blanket which was wrapped around him like a bundle. His eyes were closed. At first, Flora thought that the thing which was wrong was something to do with his daemon; she couldn't see her anywhere. Speaking of which, she couldn't see Marcus' Butterfree daemon, Bella, anywhere. Her own daemon, the Persian formed Atania, moaned softly, moving into her arms, closer to her human's steadily beating heart. Flora's lips opened. "Where's his daemon? Marcus, what's wrong?" she sounded stern as well as desperate now, as though they were trying her patience. Atania's lips pulled back, a soft growl riverbrating from his throat.
Marcus winced. "Come on, then, Bella. Bring out Vivime." he said, closing his eyes as though what he about to do hurt. Flora's eyes widened. What was really that bad? Then she gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth as the Butterfree which was her husband's soul stepped up to her, presenting her with her son's daemon. She wished then that humans were allowed to touch other human's daemons, for this daemon was quite extraordinary; the daemon whose chest was rising slowly up and down in Bella's stubby arms was an Eevee. Not too unusual, but what was unusual, however, was the colouring. Her fur was stark white. Atania swallowed, taking Vivime, Connor's daemon, from Bella. He stroked her gently, and the Eevee's eyes opened. As did Connor's, the connection between child and soul binding them in conciousness. Atania hissed, dropping the daemon like it was poison; their eyes were both stark red.
Connor began crying as his daemon hit the bed. Marcus looked at Flora, hurt in his eyes, as he covered up his son's mouth. "Flora. We can't let anyone know that the child of the great Kaikeras is an albino. It would ruin us! What should we do?!" he babbled, his daemon fluttering about in distress. Fora nodded, pressing her shaking finger to his lips. "I think there's only one thing we can do, Marcus. We can't let anyone know about Connor. We have to say I had a miscarrage, or something, and give him to, urm, Daisy, to raise. Yes, that would work. Daisy, are you willing to do that?" she asked, looking at her servant with pleading eyes. The woman, face laced with indecision and regret, nodded slowly. And so, Connor never knew who he truly was. The region slowed, thouroughly disappointed. The tears the Kaikeras cried were real. And meanwhile, their baby lived on, being brought up as a servant.
Once all mutterings of Flora's 'failure' to have a child had died down, which only took a couple of months, it was discovered that Flora was pregnant again, with yet another boy. Daisy did not think this too wise. Just a month before Connor 'Barl's true first birthday, although they had changed it to a different date to cover their tracks, the baby was born. He was an ordinary, healthy baby. His eyes were a deep sea blue, his hair a stubborn scruff of brown. People from all over Sinnoh now celebrated for real, and the now town, of Rekis, began a festival which would be held annually, know as Kaikera Day, celebrating the birth of the 'heir' to the Kaikera manor, power and fortune. Connor toddled along to the festivities too, his daemon carried by Daisy's Blissey daemon. People teased him usually, but they forgot all that during the celebrations.
In the years following, Flora Kaikera had two more children, both girls. Connor was now four, his brother, Jem, three, and his twin sisters, Keri and Teri, were one year old. Jem and the Twins were kind children, treating Connor fairly. However, the other children, the servant children, beat him up, yelled at him, and blamed anything that happened on him. Connor was now noticably intelligent, a feature of both his parents. He was allowed to play with Jem, Keri and Teri as often as he like, and spent lots of time with Flora and Marcus. He was told that this was because he was a good boy and because Daisy was one of the Kaikera's favourite servants, and so he never knew the true reason; because, as much as his parents were ashamed of him, they couldn't help wanting to see their son grow up.
However, their was a problem. Connor 'Barl', as mentioned earlier, was a rather intelligent four year old. And, as most clever toddlers are, he wanted to learn more and so was very curious. He asked many questions, but never did it come to Daisy, Flora or Marcus' attention that this might be a problem until one night, where his fate was sealed.
Connor toddled towards the door. Vivime was fluttering about his head as a Tailow, ordering him to turn around. ~Connor, this is a bad idea. Mummy doesn't like talking about daddy, we know that!~ she reminded him, recalling the last time they'd asked Daisy about their mysterious father they had never met. She had yelled at them, and sent them to bed without any dinner. Connor shook him head. "I know, Vivi, but I really really want to know who my daddy is!" he insisted, reaching out to push the door open. At that same instant, he had to fight the urge to cry out in pain, the feeling that his heart was being torn away.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw that Vivi was clearly suffering the same pain. She had tranfrormed into a Sandslash, digging her long claws into the floor as she moved away from Connor, streching their bond and making them both feel pain. Connor whimpered softly, racing over to Vivime. She instantly became a Tailow again, preparing to dart away, but Connor caught her before she could lead him away any more he kept his daemon in his hand, and opened the door to the tiny lounging area he knew Daisy would be at this time.
As the woman looked up, Vivime broke free from Connor's grasp, but didn't fly away; that would be inpolite. "Connor? Can I help? Do you want a glass of water?" she asked, lowering her reading glasses. Connor took a deep breath, closing his eyes and reminding himself that it was all OK. "No, mummy. I want... I want to know who daddy is." he said. Daisy's face turned from confused to enraged. She dropped the book she was reading as she set down her reading glasses on the table. "Connor! How dare you! Don't ever, ever ask about daddy again! You hear?!" she roared. Connor cowered in somewhat fear. "B-b-but, mummy! I want to know who I am! You can't imagine how that feels!" he burst out. Daisy sighed, nodding. "Connor, darling, I understand it must be hard. But... I can't ever, ever tell you about daddy, all right? For your own good." she answered.
Connor screamed, resisting the urge to slap her. "You can't! I want to know daddy! I want to have both my parents, like all my friends! I hate you!" he yelled, storming off to his room. Vivime became an Arcanine, snarling at Daisy before bounding off to join her human. He was sobbing into his dirty pillow. She smoothed his hair. "I wonder what mummy meant by 'for your own good? Does that mean we wouldn't want to know daddy? Was he a murderer or theif or something?" she wondered allowed. Connor simply shrugged, before eventually falling into a sleep plagued with nightmares.
It was then that Daisy realised how dangerous Connor was becoming. He threatened to discover the truth about himself, about how he was truly a Kaikera, not a Barl. This would probably turn the entire region against them; this Sinnoh thought highly of it's important people, and lowly of those who weren't right, like Pokémorphs and albinos and such. She spoke to Flora and Marcus, and they agreed relucatantly that it would be best if Connor was as far away from them as possible. A week later, they all noticed an advertisement on a wall of a building. It read;
Chaos Children's Centre
Are your children causing chaos? Can you not cope with them any more? Are the too smart or strong for their own good?
Then we have your answer! Send them to Chaos Children's Centre, for chaos children! For a week, a month or a lifetime, we'll keep them busy with fun and educational activities!
We specialise in any of your children who are gifted. We know how annoying this can be, so we'd love to take care of them for you! We can help them learn to use their smarts for good!
Just call 839573758399 for details! We'll see you soon!
Are your children causing chaos? Can you not cope with them any more? Are the too smart or strong for their own good?
Then we have your answer! Send them to Chaos Children's Centre, for chaos children! For a week, a month or a lifetime, we'll keep them busy with fun and educational activities!
We specialise in any of your children who are gifted. We know how annoying this can be, so we'd love to take care of them for you! We can help them learn to use their smarts for good!
Just call 839573758399 for details! We'll see you soon!
And so it was settled. The number was called and it was arranged that Connor would be going to live at Chaos Children's Centre. Daisy was a little suspicious, however; they didn't seem too interested in Connor until she mentioned that he was unbelievably smart...
"Mummy, where are we going?" Connor whined for the umpteenth time as the car drove past the same landscape it had been going past for the past hour. Just trees. A woods. He didn't even realise that there was so much woods left in Sinnoh. Vivime was curled up on his lap as an Eevee, half asleep. Connor himself had his head resting on his hand while gazed out the window. Or what he could see of it; his little legs didn't even reach the floor yet. Daisy shook her head, sighing. "You're going on... holiday. You'll like it. There are other kids, and activities." she told him, believing all but the holiday part herself. Connor mumbled, leaning back. His eyelids drooped...
"Welcome to Chaos Children's Centre, kiddo." Connor's eyelids flew open to the sound of a stranger's voice. He saw the man cringe at the sight of his red eyes, which instantly narrowed with distaste. Vivime became a Poochyena, fur prickly and a snarl threatening her lips. The stranger's daemon was a Natu, and stared back at Vivime expressionlessly and unblinkingly. The man, who was wearing a lab coat, took Connor's arm in a firm grip, pulling the boy out the car. "Yes, yes, he seems like he will grow to be a fine young man, if a little... albino." he shuddered at that last part.
Connor reached out to Daisy. "Mummy, don't leave me! He doesn't like me, he thinks I'm nasty because of my pale skin and my eyes! Mummy!" he called. Daisy pushed forwards a brave smile. "D-Don't worry Connor. I'll be back soon." she swallowed. Connor's eyes widened in shock. "Mum... that's it, isn't it? Mummy, you're leaving me here forever, aren't you? Well, you're the worst mummy anyone could ever have!" he yelled, slapping Daisy's hands away as she held him. Daisy gasped. Connor was crying now. "All my life... I've been a reject... even to my daddy... Jem and Keri and Teri are happy... I wish I was like them! I wish Flora and Marcus were my mummy and daddy, not you!" he screamed, tears really starting to fall now. Daisy gave him a sad smile. "Well, Connor... maybe they are." she whispered so only he would here. The last thing she saw of him was him being dragged in by the lab coat man, rain dripping off his soaking hair, watching her with hurt and confusion in his eyes while his daemon glared, still a Poochyena, from his shoulder. It was an image that would haunt her forever.
In the 'kid-trap', as the children called it, Connor soon learned that this was not as anyone of the Kaikera manor believed it to be. The children shared cells, small concrete rooms with wire mesh doors. In each cell was three bunk beds, a desk, a bookshelf and a few chairs and tables. Everything about the place was dark and dreary, and above all, colourless, perhaps contributing to Connor's love of colour. The children were constantly kept active so they could prepare themselves for what they were told was the 'greatest honour' and so they couldn't think of escape plans. No-one knew what this honour was, but all that was known was that once children entered the Honour Door, few came out. The ones that did looked so repulsive, no-one would go near them. They became mutated, looking somewhat like Pokémon. These children were always bullied, but feared for their skills at the same time.
Connor's cellmates were two other boys and three girls; himself, James, Mitachi, Lily, Kumboe and Maria. The children seldom smiled, and any conversing was done in whispers. Their cell was alway bright with colour, for Connor and Maria often loved to busy themselves with paper and crayons; blunt, of course. They would drawer anything. Things they missed, sometimes simple like jam (jelly to Americans) on toast, sometimes complicated like family members. Other pictures were mad scribbles.
One day, however, a rumour quickly spread. Children were saying that the lab coat people were talking about a 'breakthough' and that they were searching for a child worthy of it. No-one knew how to react; whether to be the worthy child or not to be. Naturally, everyone simply carried on, hoping all would run smoothly. Connor had been living this hell for over a year now, celebrating what he thought was his fifth birthday; he was actually a day out of the date set by Daisy.
Connor was drawing with Maria, their daemons taking a Smeagle form to help them out. James and Mitachi were both reading a book, their daemons a Vulpix and Illumise. Lily and Kumboe were mutterin softly to another. They all stood up, saluting the lab coat man as he stopped by their door, loyal as always. Connor watched the man. The other's daemons had become respectful and couteous forms, but Connor's Vivime had remained a paint-splattered Smeargle. The man frowned. "Get your daemon into a better form!" he barked. Vivime cocked her head, but didn't do any thing. Connor picked her up. "Sorry, sir. Why are you here? Is something wrong?" he asked, stroking Vivime until she became a Vulpix.
The man sighed. "No, A10-L9B. Nothing's wrong. I was just here because you, for some strange reason, have been recognised as a candidate to be the one with the greatest honour." he explained. Connor didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so simply stood there, stunned frozen, jaw dropped. Vivime crawled onto his shoulder, nuzzling his hair. This was just a little unexpected for them. "B-but... but..." he stammered, before allowing the man to take his deathly pale arm. As he was lead away, he heard the children wishing him good luck. He nodded grimly.
He was lead to a dimly lit room. There were several other children there, both boys and girls, but scared and calm. He was one of the calm ones, mastering his fear. The door closed behind him, several locks clicking loudly shut. A shiver ran down his spine. Vivime, along with most of the other children's daemons, adopted a small, fluffy form (in his case, an Eevee) and dived under her human's thin jacket. The lab coat man, along with several other, cleared his throat, stepping forwards. "Now, as you all know, Team Chaos has chosen you to become worthy or the greatest honour. You cannot know what this is until we narrow it down to the single person. We will test and train you in many ways, and at the end, only the smartest and strongest will pull through. Oh, and just so you know. In order to keep this top secret, we have a new rule just for you lot; you fail, you die." he spoke, grinning at the last phrase. All the children were frightened now, a few even crying in fear.
Almost a year of testing and then training had passed, leaving Connor and the girl who was still alive six years old. The children had all sworn not to make friends so they wouldn't feel pain when they died. Therefore, he and the girl didn't even know each other's names, just their codes. Hers was L03-O3K. Connor refused to know any more than that, as did she to him. Finally, after much training, the final test came. Connor was so nervous he couldn't get to sleep until Vivime became an Oddish and sprayed him with Sleep Powder.
The two remaining children took the test, desperate not to be the one to fail, and so to die. They waited, aching, tired, wishing they could rest but not showing it for fear it would hurt their chances of winning, for the lab man to come. Finally, he did. He glanced at his clipboard, before boring his eyes into that of Connor and the girl. "The one who has passed the final test, proving themselves worthy of being the one to be the greatest honour, is... A10-L9B. You, come with me." he said, motioning to the girl, wide eyed and looking like she would die of fright. Her daemon was clinging to her heart, calling out in distress. Connor knew he should be relieved, but he felt to bad for her and all the other children who had died. He swallowed, turning to the scientists. "Now what?" he said in a small voice.
A scientist laughed, motioning to a large cloth sheet over a big cage. The cold steel was ringing as though something was hitting it over and over. Occasionally, the sheet glowed, and sometimes growls came from it. Connor couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it yet. He watched as the man uncovered the cage, revealing the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his entire life.
Connor's mouth fell open, as his Vivime's, as his eyes set upon the lavish bird. Ho-oh, without a doubt. The Pokémon's glittering wings shone like the wonder in Connor's red eyes, the crest flopped gently over his eyes as they glared at the scientists in disgust. When he saw Connor, he roared, as though he hated the boy. Connor's eyes widened, and he took a step back. A scientist frowned. "Shut up, you great ugly bird!" he yelled, kicking the cage. It was Connor's turn to frown. "Don't hurt Ho-oh!" he couldn't help bursting out. That was when the men turned on him with a siringe, pricking him with the long, pointed end. He fell to the ground, knocked unconcious by the general anasthetic.
When Connor awakened, he was lying on a lumpy mattress. He groaned, reaching out to touch Vivime. However, he couldn't. His arm... was so heavy. So very heavy. He couldn't move! And his body... he felt so hot. He was on fire! Every inch of his body seared in burning pain, but he couldn't do more than lie there. And to make things worse, he couldn't see or touch his daemon, his soul. He could hear her, however, sleeping on his chest. He was also aware of an annoying bleeping thing next to him and a strange clear plastic thing over his mouth. The same mouth felt dry as he realised what the machines were. Life support. They were the only thing keeping him alive. With that, he was out again.
He awoke. It seemed like a mere second later, but in actual fact, a full week had passed. This time, it was worse; he couldn't even open his eyes. He could only hear. "Gerald, see how things look on the heart rate moniter? It isn't too good, is it. He's been out for a week. Only recently has his coma come to a stable state. He can probably hear us." a man was saying. Another man's voice came. "But he's the toughest... I don't think the Ho-oh DNA is mixing well. See the way the feathers are forming? And his daemon, look how shallow her breathing is. Perhaps we ought to take her away." the other man said. The other nodded. "That would certainly be... interesting. Come on, pick it up. He won't know." his grin could be heard through his voice. Connor felt like crying. It was the greatest crime, to touch another's daemon. And to take it away... did they mean forever? His heart rate reached a peak height before he fell unconiouss again.
Connor's transformation from human into Ho-oh Pokémorph was a long, painful, risk taking and dangerous one. He spend a year and two months in his coma, rising in and out of conciousness. When he was conciouss, he could hear and feel the intense pain of his DNA rearranging itself. He had no control over anything, and longed for the simplicity of his soul. He wanted to feel Vivime's warm body against his, stroke her fur. He didn't even know where his soul, his life partner, was.
Eventually, he found he was growing stronger. He could feel the power growing within him, and wondered at times if it would be enough to wake him from his coma, but his instinct told him that unless he waited, his transformation would be wrong. An error in his DNA structure couldn't be good, right? So he waited for, as I said, a year and two months after he fell into said coma. Eventually, he felt the power inside him might explode. Something amazing happened. Something which sent all the Team Chaos scientists into hyperventalation and such. His finger twitched.
Just that simple movement had a huge drain on his energy, and his head throbbed as he heard a scientist yell the news. As he heard them gather around, his cracked lips parted a tiny amount. He groaned. The first sound he had made in over a year had been emitted. He licked his lips, then paused, panting. No. He mustn't try anything yet. A scientist to his right yelled, "Hey, Boss! He's waking up! A10-L9B is waking up!" he called, the sound of running high heels approaching with these words. A strong scent of heavy floral perfume entered his nostrils, and his eyelids twitched, before flickering open. Everything seemed all fuzzy. He groaned again, hearing himself form the words, "Vivime. Where's my daemon?!" when no-one answered, he stood up abruptly, blinking hard and putting on his rather dusty glasses. He swayed dangerously, black spots appearing before his eyes.
"Urgggh..." he moaned, clutching his churning stomach. He shouldn't have ripped those life support machines away so quickly. The scientists were standing there, stunned, their mouths hanging open. Connor imagined a fly crawling in one. He glared at the purfumed one, the one called 'Boss'. "You! Give me my daemon!" he screamed, holding out the palm of his hand. His eyes flashed a firey colour, not that he knew. He just felt power, anger, hatred, pain. This woman had taken away his home, his family, a year of his life, his freedom, and now his soul. What else had she stolen? That question was soon answered. As his hand glowed red, sparks dancing from it, he gasped. He looked behind him... and would have fainted had he not been out for the last year. Extending from his back were great white wings like the Ho-oh's he'd seen earlier, just white. Hm. She'd taken away his humanity, too.
"What the...? What did you do? Why can't you leave me alone?!" he cried out, tears running in a steady stream down his ghostly pale cheeks. The boss woman rolled her eyes. "I'll leave our greatest weapon with you. I have a team to run." she said casually as she walked away. Connor glared at them all. The scientists cringed away, their daemons nuzzling them or whining. Connor wiped away his tears. "I'm asking you! Give. Me. My. Daemon!" he roared, blood pounding in his ears. He knew she was here, he could feel her; feel her screamed, attempting to come to him. "How would you like it? How would you feel? If I were to pick up your daemon with my bare hands and hide it? And you never saw them again? You wanna know how that feels? I do. Give her BACK!" he screamed, this time feeling his hands burn with a warmth. But it was a good warmth. Without quite realising what he was doing, he raised his palms again, shooting a small fireball at a scientist. The man fell to the ground, screaming. Not dead, just out cold.
Connor gasped, breath coming in pants as he looked at his hands. There was no difference to them, but what had he done? What was he turning into; some sort of freaky monster? Oh, man, this was not good. He needed Vivime, needed her hugs, reassuring words. She was his soul, his guide, his lifelong friend, after all. The scientists, including the one he had knocked down, who was just getting up, seemed excited. He heard them muttering to each other.
"Powerful, very strong..."
"More successful than others..."
"Just came out of a coma, too..."
"Brilliant weapon, credit to Team Chaos..."
"Yes, he'd help us capture more legendaries..."
"Dissect his brain..."
"... no feelings, we should keep his daemon away forever..."
Connor had heard enough. He needed to get back Vivime. If he didn't, who knew how many more evil deeds he would commit without thinking? He just needed a diversion, one to get everyone distracted for long enough for him to escape. Well, his heart felt as though someone had ripped it out and replaced it with longing. He longed for his daemon. He knew what a good diversion would be, if the scientists were so interested in his powers. He would show them his powers. "I... I t-think I c-can do more s-s-stuff." he stammered, the seven-year-old's voice shaking with nerves and longing. He concentrated on a cardboard box, imagining it being lit up with dancing flames. He felt an incredible sap on his energy, and knew because of it and the way the scientists gazed at it, amazed, that he had done it. He turned the fire several colours in different places; green, blue, red, purple, for good measure. That should buy him time. He raced out the same door the boss woman had entered and exited through, following his aching heart to his soul.
Eventually, after much wondering about and making the bond with his daemon cause him pain to point him in the right direction, he heard a shout. ~Connor! It's Vivime! Vivi!~ he heard. It was Vivime! He forced his legs to move, racing down the corridor as adrenalin fueled his veins. He felt his heart pump in his mouth, gasping as his daemon came into view for the first time in a year. A wave of strong emotion caught him, and, although happy and relieved, he burst into tears. He heard Vivime sobbing, too, as he pushed his fingers through the bars of her cage to try and reach her. He couldn't. "Vivime... I can't reach you. Be something larger so you'll touch the bars at the top of the cage." he pleaded. However, Vivme shook her head. ~I can't, Connor. It's made of some material which stops any daemon changing shape.~ she whimpered, leaping up. They still couldn't connect, boy and Zigzagoon daemon.
Connor sighed, cradling the cage. He was crying again, crying because this was as close as he would ever get to his daemon. He hated the scientist so much, hated them more than he hated anything else. With that hatred, he felt his hands grow warm again, that tingly sensation hint something to him. His firey ability! The new one! Of course; it would set his soul free! He warned Vivime, then burned the lock, watching impatiently as the barred cage roof swung slowly open. Since Vivime was still unable to change or leap high enough, he tipped the cage upside down, spilling her into his arms. She instantly became a Flareon, nuzzling him, grunting happily, licking his face. He laughed, his heart whole again. It seemed as though he had progressed in life, too, he thought sadly; Vivime was taking on an evolved form, something she rarely used to do.
Footsteps ruined the moment. A group of scientists; Connor could hear their angry shouts. Vivime snarled, becoming a fiersome Arcanine. She started racing as fast as she could down the corridor, and Connor followed her. As a human (sort of), he was much slower than his daemon with the form of one of the fastest Pokémon in the world, and so Vivime had to keep waiting for him to catch up. In the end, she became a Tailow and fluttered about him, urging him on. He could see doors... sunlight, for the first time in over a year... he was almost there...
He made it! Racing out onto freshly cut grass, Connor heard alarms ringing furiously in the background. But that was all behind him now. Laughing, his hopes were only slightly dampened by the tall walls topped with barbed wire. That wouldn't stop him! Before he realised what he was doing, his huge wings expanded and he leaped into the air, pushing them down and feeling himself rising. Two bullets whooshed past him, and Vivime trilled a warning. He swallowed, wobbling in the air. He now realized what exactly he was doing, and he didn't perticually like it. He rose higher, turning right instead of left before he quickly corrected himself. He had now idea how to fly. He could feel his feathers move, and they effected him, but all in all, he didn't know. Vivime, a more experienced flyer, shouted instructions to him, which helped him make progress. Although slow and dangerously wobbly, he eventually managed to make it to the nearby forest before he fell.
When he landed, Connor fought the urge to loose conciousness. He didn't want to loose any more of his life, after all. Vivime fluttered about him, blowing wind in his face with her wings to keep him awake. Eventually he got up, groaning.
Connor lived in the forest for six years, discovering his new self. He trained himself, with Vivime's help, of course, to fly, and use his fire. He burned down the treehouse he had built for himself on a number of occasions, proof that he wasn't very in control over his abilities. However, he had lost his humanity, and he wanted it back. Straining hard, he eventually overcame the dominating Ho-oh inside him and was able to practice properly, with him in control. It left him weak whenever he used his abilities, but, after those six years of living off whatever he could find in the forest, hiding from Team Chaos the few times they entered the forest, and asking Pokémon for help, Connor finally deemed himself worthy to face humans again. By then, he actually knew exactly where he was; ironically, he was in a dense forest nearby the village of Rekis. He could vaguely remember his life there, much more vividly his last moments with Daisy.
~Connor, why are we leaving? Couldn't we stay here forever? We'd be safe!~ Vivime cried, flicking through a number of forms, poking, prodding and pecking her human. Connor didn't answer her, instead, clenching his jaw. Vivime became a Charizard, roaring. ~We're not leaving!~ and she dug her claws into the tree's branch to prove she wouldn't move. Connor sighed. "But Vivi, we have to. Kaikera's manor will be safer than here, what with all the security. Plus, this is our lives. Our mother, Daisy, might not be our mother; she hinted we were offspring of Flora and Marcus Kaikera, and betrayed us to... them." Connor shuddered. It felt good to speak the names of his childhood again, but he couldn't bring himself to say Team Chaos. Vivime sighed, becoming a Charmander and padding to Connor's side. ~I suppose it couldn't hurt to see how Jem, Keri and Teri have grown.~ she murmured. Connor grinned.
And with that, Connor grabbed his daemon tightly with both hands, taking off with his powerful wings. He soared high, wingtips brushing the clouds on every upwards stroke. He cut his way through the air. When he could see the Kaikera manor, he landed where no humans would see, and walked on foot up to the building, a lump forming in his throat. This was where he had spent his childhood. He was coming home. He wondered if the would remember him. With a shaking hand, he rang the doorbell.
A woman answered it. Without a doubt, this was Flora Kaikera. She seemed older than Connor remembered, probably because she was nine years older. Her eyes widened as she saw Connor. Connor's pale face lit up; did she remember him?
"Hello, guest. I am Flora Kaikera. Welcome to our manor." she spoke formally. Connor's heart sank. That was a no, she didn't. Probably because of the crest and tail, and the nine years. He probably looked extremely different. "Can I come in, Mrs. Kaikera?" he asked in a small voice. She nodded. "Of course, poor soul!" she cried, leading him in. Marcus was in the hallway. She walked over to him, and he muttered something in her ear. "I've got the strangest feeling I know that boy from somewhere." he wondered aloud. Flora nodded; she felt it too. "Poor lost child, what is your name?"
Connor looked her straight in the eye. Might as well not hold it in. "Connor. Connor... Kaikera, I think." he spoke, his words strong and confident. At that same instant, there was much of a rush; Flora had fainted.
An hour later, Connor, Flora, Marcus, Jem, Keri, Teri and Daisy were dining at a table. Connor was wolfing down his food; it was the first proper meal he'd had in ages. Six years? No, he hadn't been given much at Team Chaos... since he was four years old, then. The children had changed a lot, too. From the little babies Connor had remembered, they had grown into a little gentleman and two young ladies. Jem had progressed from chubby three-year-old to slightly plump twelve-year-old, and the twins weren't wailing one-year-olds, they were polite and pretty ten-year-olds. Connor, of course, had had the most change. He had looked like the average four-year-old other than being an albino, and now he was handsome, skin and bone, and a Pokémorph.
"How? Connor, what happened?" Daisy, now an old lady, asked. Connor glared at her, Vivime hissing angrily. She winced. Her fauly? Connor explained his story, and a wave of guilt washed over Daisy. "Connor! I'm so sorry, if I'd have known what they were-" she began, but was cut off. Flora was speaking. "No, it's our fault. We hid Connor our of shame, and needed to send him away." she said. Connor smiled. It seemed he was finally being accepted, thirteen years after he had been born.
However, his strange adventures weren't about to stop. He spent six months with his true family, then something which, when scientists (nice ones) discovered a month later, they were baffled and named them after the Kaikeras. In that world, at least.
Connor was relaxed, happier than had ever been in his life. His stomach was full, and he belonged. The people of Sinnoh, Enera, knew him as a Kaikera and he was loved. He had Vivime, lying at his side in her Eevee form. Then, suddenly, he felt a shudder. Clutching Vivime's quivering form tightly, he looked about. Nothing. Hm. Must have just been a little tremour. Then he felt it again. He peered out the window; odd. Although pictures had been knocked off their rails here, there was no sign outside that anything had happened. He was a little worried now. What if Team Chaos had somehow managed to enter and were about to capture him? He hoped not. He really hoped not.
Then came the largest tremour of them all, again, nothing happening outside his bedroom, and a thin crack of light appeared, hovering in the centre of his room. His eyes widened, and he made for the door. Before he made it out, however, the crack widened in a split second, drawing him and Vivime inside before closing up forever. He screamed, falling through a strange vortex, before landing with a thud on soft grass. Where was he?
Connor discovered that he was in a land called Airore, a mistake. It must have been a mistake that he was there, then. He sighed, trailing through, trying to find someone. He hasn't found a person yet, but, behind where he landed, was a Pokémon Lab. One for new trainers to start. That, of course, naturally gave him an idea. A new world, a new him; he would become a Pokémon Trainer.
Affiliation: Pro-Airore
Now, here's what's so special about me; in the parallel universe I come from, we have our souls outside us in the form of daemons. (click for more info) Mine is like this;
Name: Vivime (Vi-vi-meh), sometimes called Viv
Favourite forms: Pidgeot, Absol, Lucario, Eevelutions, any Fire type
Appearance: Although it is hard to describe a shape-shifter, Viv does have some distinguishable features. Thanks to her human's albinoism, not matter what form she is in, her skin/fur/whatever is always pure white, her eyes a glittering red. Where a Pokémon has two or more colours, she will simply be tinted a colour.
Personality: Vivime is kind hearted, always putting others before herself. She is honest, sometimes brutally so. She likes to investigate things, occasionally letting her curiousity get the better of her. Like all daemons, she supports anything her human does, although she often convinses him to go with more sensible options. She is sensible and likes to play safe, 'just in case'. Connor constantly reminds her that there isn't much that could go wrong, but she always sticks with what she thinks is right, a very determined daemon.
It took me forever, but I'm done! Yep, that's it for my teensy weensy little profile. Sorry it's so short.
