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RYOU

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MALE

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TWENTY FIVE

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AUGUST 20

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MALIE CITY

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PKMN ASSOCIATION

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LOYALTY

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DEMISEXUAL

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Baker/Night Club DJ

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Wish Upon a Black Star

TL;DR

• Ryou's very first pokemon was a Bagon he met at a young age.
• At the age of thirteen, his father was murdered in front of his eyes.
• He lost his arm to the same murderer on the same day.
• Shortly after his arm healed, he received a functioning, metal prosthetic.
• At the age of sixteen, he met Necrozma - weak and badly wounded.
• Necrozma offered the means for revenge against his father in return for his light. Ryou accepted, not knowing it would be a life long partnership.
• Necrozma offered the means for revenge against his father in return for his light. Ryou accepted, not knowing it would be a life long partnership.
• At the age of twenty - one, Ryou picked up a job as a Nightclub DJ, where he could preform in front of others while hiding his face behind a mask - and he didn't have to speak in case Necrozma should speak up.

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I guess you could say that my life started out pretty normal.
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My mother and father weren't too different from your average couple, from what I can remember. My mom was a baker, she owned her own shop that ran on your average 9 to 5 schedule selling any baked good you could imagine. My father worked as a scientist, working long and hard hours day in and day out - and though he was rarely home, my parents maintaned a healthy relationship.
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Between attending school and helping out at my mother's bakery when I was old enough, I might have had a slight wild streak, sneaking off much to my mother's dismay to play with Pokemon. With time, I met my first partner - a Bagon who's stubborness matched that of my own - maybe that's why we got along so well. My father was pleased, proud even, you could say. My mother, not so much. It made her worry, thinking that with a newfound pokemon partner, I would stray further and further and one day, I wouldn't come home.
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After hours of reassuring her that wasn't the case, she relented, and I had my first pokemon. I guess you could say we were thicker than thieves, causing trouble and getting ourselves out of it. Where I didn't have many friends, I found I no longer really cared.
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It was a family outing, having a rare day where my father had a weekend to himself and my mother closed the shop to spend some time with the family as a whole. It was good, but I couldn't shake this omnious feeling that consumed me. My mother was smiling and laughing, it wasn't foreign to her - and my father was happy, mirroring my mother. It almost seemed too perfect, and as my Father's Kommo-O stood with a roar, I knew it was. The person came from nowhere, face covered with a mask - armed with a hatchet as they ran toward us. Without wasting a beat, my father called to his dragon to grab me and leave with my mother... with a snort of ill contempt, he did just that.
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The pokemon knew as well as I that he'd be better off fighting off the human - but my father was always a selfless being. Crafty, as he produced ways to fend off the assailant time after time. And so was I, having wiggled my way from the dragon to run at my father, wanting to do anything I could to help. The next few moments, they were a blur - drowned out by Kommo-O's roar as he slid in the mud, doing his best to regain his footing to take off after me. My father's cry of my name didn't reach my ears, between the roar and my heartbeat drumming loudly in my ears, I only saw his lips move... and then I felt the pain.
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I don't entirely remember how I had manged to do it, get myself between my father and the masked figure - but a limb was the price I had paid. I... I was too shocked to cry out, stumbling back in a numbed state, emotionless. In the next moment, I could no longer tell who's blood was on me as the man's hatchet drove into my father - my mother's scream matching the levels of Kommo-O's roars.
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I'm honestly surprised that day didn't scar me more than it did, then again - I didn't see it play by play like my mother did. The emotional trauma sent her into a frying pan of mental issues - her memory started failing her, the smallest things would set her off in a rage of panic and she fell to quite the unhealthy weight. The bakery was closed for weeks, my mother stuck in a state of grieving - living off of the money my father had saved and what his center continued to send us to help. Including a young Type: Null to help keep us safe should something else happen.
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They offered another thing, a prosthetic arm, to replace the one that my father's murderer had taken. My mother was unsure of it at first, but with some encouraging from myself, she relented and let me take them up on their offer.
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The new addition took some getting used to - heavier, stronger... colder. But with this, maybe I could help my mother get back on track as well. With quite a bit of persuasion and effort, I managed to talk her into returning to her bakery, producing the same product everyone had come to love and miss - and it helped to distract her as well. Of course, i stuck around to help her out, taking over when things became too much for her and she broke down or simply couldn't continue on.
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But I couldn't continue on like this. While I love my mother, I needed to do something for myself. After finding help for my mother and her bakery in the form of an old neighbor friend, I told her that I would return after some time, needing to take some time to myself to... I guess, it's cliche, but to find myself. With the small pokemon team I had recieved, including Silvally, Kommo-o and now Salamence, some money in my pocket and the essentials packed in a bag - I left.
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What I ended up finding... was the last thing I had expected. Then again, I wasn't entirely sure of what it was I had set out to find.
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With Silvally, who'd taken up the nickname Naga, bristling with caution and what looked like rage - directed toward a cave. Against better judgement, and the efforts of Naga, I went toward it - I felt compelled, drawn in. Like something was calling to me. It's hard to describe, I've never felt that way toward anything, especially the dark. Entering the cave, Naga close behind with it's growls and head low. The flashlight I brought was quickly retrieved from my bag and flipped on, only to die as soon as it lived - which worried me, the batteries were fresh.
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That alone wouldn't stop me. Putting the flashlight away, we continued on - eyes adjusting to the levels of darkness with time - though it became harder and harder the further we went in, until there was almost nothing. Stopping, having the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach, I stood tall and stared ahead - several, different colored shapes beginning to glow in the dark. Naga's growl grew into a snarl, and somewhere in the back of mind I heard it. A deranged, broken laughter that sent a chill down my spine.
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The shapes, clearly in a meaningful pattern, rose higher and higher - appearing to float. The laughter dragged out, fading away as a voice replaced it - inhuman, distorted and deep. Human... you wish for something. You want something. It wasn't something I had thought of, or at least put a whole lot of thought into. Of course there were things I wanted, but everyone wanted something. Your arm, your father, your mother... a single human took everything from you.
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It was then that I found myself speechless, the familiar feeling of fear filling my heart, its icy claws gripping unforgivingly. "W-who are you, and what do you want from me?"
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Another laugh tore through the silence, Whether or not Naga heard it too was to be determined, the pokemon now standing before me, maw beginning to glow with the warning of an attack - yet it provided little light to show who stood before both of us. Revenge... you want it. Knowledge, security, finality. You want to erase who took your life from you, to know it won't happen again, to know just who it was who did it.
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Did I? I mean, yes, I did want to know who did it, but not once did I ever think of doing the same to them that they did to my father. Well, maybe when I was younger, but I thought I had outgrown those thoughts. "A long time ago, yes, but now - I don't know."
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I can help you. it promised, the shapes lowering and moving closer - the closer it came, the more Naga prepared itself to attack. I can make everything you want happen. I request... one...simple... thing. With each word it spoke, or at least each word I heard, the voice became increasingly distorted - as though struggling to speak.
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"What do you want..." I wasn't sure if this was what I wanted, not all of it. But my curiosity got the better of me, despite how wary Naga was of this entity. "What could I possibly give you?" Whatever this being was, it was stronger than me, I had nothing to offer.
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The shapes came closer and Naga released it's attack, sending shots of Ice and Electricity all over - but the fire landed before the entity before us. Falling on old sticks and leaves which had long since blown into the cave. Catching fire, they provided little light - but enough to show me that the being before us was one I thought was long gone. I had heard stories, everyone had, but knowing they were real - that was something different entirely. Necrozma. Your light... Your body... Together, human, we make it all come true. Once more, with each word, the voice grew weaker - and then it hit me.
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"You're hurt. You're weak."
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A hiss and the pokemon came closer, its face inches before mine, Share with me your strength, human.
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Despite every fiber of my being screaming at me to turn and leave, I didn't feel like that was an option here. This pokemon could easily kill me, should it want - even with Naga at my side. And maybe, this promise wouldn't be so bad... Maybe Necrozma only needed to heal and in return would help him find some answers.
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When I accepted, I had no idea just what it was I was getting into. As the fire died down, the laughter grew and the world grew dark again - I had no idea that I had just accepted the offer that would change the rest of my life.
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From there on out, adjusting to life was... difficult at best. Trying to function like a normal human being when you're far from it, adding in an additional voice in your head - let's just say that there's no guidebook for this shit. I started to keep away from the bakerymore and more with Necrozma popping in and giving certain customers his two cents, despite me telling him otherwise. I didn't want to endanger mother's business more than it already was, so leaving my mother and the shop in the care of the same neighbor, coming in only occasionally to help out when needed.
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I set out for something a little more personal, while still attempting something I loved - donning a fox mask, fashioned after a Zoroark, I took up DJing at a local club - somewhere where Necrozma couldn't exactly talk with people and mess with them, and where I could hide in plain sight, it seemed perfect.
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And for the last few years, it has been - other than a few slip ups where Necrozma has gotten the better of me in fits of rage, thankfully they've all happened in the solace of my own company.
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Sing Hallelujah 'cause you can't change anything

I don't know what I thought of the human at first, he looked strong - but at the time, I feel like I was more desperate than anything. I had been wounded - that damn Solgaleo had gotten the better of me. I needed to heal, I needed light - and despite the darkness this kid had, his light outshone it all.
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I wanted that.
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I needed that.
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I don't have any regrets about taking advantage of him, other than the fact that he definitely is stronger than I had anticipated, able to keep me at bay most days. Oddly enough, I've taken a liking to him, though I'd never admit that to him - I think he knows, to an extent.
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But I don't think he knows just what I'm still capable of. This power will return one day, and I only hope he's up for the task and the strain that it will bring.
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>>> TL;DR

there is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe.



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>>> FRIENDSHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> HATESHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> LOVESHIP

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.

>>> WANTED

see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free.