In this world, there are mythical and powerful creates known far and wide as Pokemon. The god of all Pokemon, Arceus, had created three entities. Palkia, the ruler of space. Dialga, the ruler of time. And Giratina, ruler of the Distortion World. And thus the chain of Pokemon creation continued, down to the infant Pokemon such as Togepi and Pichu. Many people use these creatures for battles, others befriend them and others even enslave them. Then, there are those who even study Pokemon from what they are to their environments and ability to breed. Those who use these Pokemon to battle or befriend, are known as trainers. And so, the world continued to exist. There are organizations, cults, or even groups that try to control the world through the use of the most legendary of these creatures. However, now the world is in chaos and Arceus has chosen one human from another world to summon. "I am the god of all Pokemon, human. The world I preside over is in chaos, which is why I have chosen you. You may choose to end the chaos, or choose to rule over it. Whichever path you choose, may it lead to stability and security. However, I shall give you only one blessing for this world. Choose, and it shall be so."

"One blessing, eh?" The young man began thinking long and hard on what he'd choose, 'I was summoned from my world where I was on the verge of dying a virgin. But I can only choose one blessing, right? I could go for eternal youth, but maybe I can hustle this GOD into giving me two blessings.' The old man sighs, "sounds like a pain. I mean, you summoned me to either save or control this world right? And I presume I cannot have a blessing that makes me your equal, correct? Since you summoned me, maybe I should just die unless you're willing to give me two blessings." Arceus was silent, before speaking once more. "Fine then, two blessings. No more, understand?" The old man smirks, "then I want eternal youth by having you turn me back to the age of eighteen. Second, I want the ability to brainwash women." Arceus nods, a bright light engulfing the old man. "Choose your path, and let yourself live your life as you wish. End the chaos, or control it. That is your goal, human."

Now darkness is all he sees, until he opens his eyes to a clear blue sky with white clouds. He slowly sits up, and looks over to a nearby lake to glance down at his reflection. Arceus had delivered, the old man was now a young man with healthy brown hair but with silver eyes? "Odd, I remember having blue eyes. Oh well, maybe the silver eyes are part of the brainwashing I asked for? Anyways, I should choose a new name for myself. Chad, Masters? Yeah, that'll work." He then sees a Spearow flying at him, and by instinct, his silver eyes flashed causing the bird to stop midflight. "I am not here to hurt you," Chad said as he offered his hand to the bird who cautiously approached it. The young man lightly pats the bird's head, "see? If you agree to be my partner, we can have all sorts of fun. What say you?" The Spearow nods, as the young man smirks. "I shall name you, wait. My power worked on you, so you must be female. How about Angelica?" The Spearow flies up and carefully lands on his shoulder, "then it's settled. Your name shall be Angelica, little Spearow."

It had been a month since he started training the Spearow, allowing it to learn new moves. "Alright, so you know Drill Peck along with Aerial Ace. Agility, and also Hyper Voice. Good, lets go find a trainer to test out our connection." He would rise to his feet, and begin making his way from the heart of a forest toward the west to find a town. But more than that, he wanted to find a trainer to battle. A female trainer, so he can test his battling skills with Angelica and to brainwash the female trainer. It had been a week since he set off with his Pokemon partner, looking around as he heard footsteps approaching him. Who, or what, is coming towards him and Angelica? Is it a trainer? Is it a Pokemon?

A young man with black hair and hazel eyes would be running from a hoard of zombies, he was wearing a vest over his shirtless torso with blue jeans and black boots. He was heading toward an alley in an abandoned town, wanting to ensure the zombies couldn't surround him. But before this young man makes his escape, let us rewind the clock to how it all began.

Thirty years ago, the governments had become one world government officially. It was announced on the news, in the papers, and even on media sites. In a certain college, a young man with black hair and brown eyes was roaming through the grounds until he noticed a girl getting bullied. He walks up and speaks out, "hey! There you are babe! I was wondering where you went!" He would walk up and kissed her cheek, then looked to the guys. "Now if you don't mind, my girl and I need to head to the library for studying." He then leads the girl to his secret spot, as he sighs. "Good, no one's found this place yet it seems." He lets go of her, "sorry I had to do and say all that." She shook her head and shyly spoke softly, "i-it's fine. Th-thank you f-for helping m-me." He nods, "not a problem. Name is Will Jones, pleasure to meet you." She steps back, "I-I'm Jane Serene."

During the semester, he and Jane came to his spot to hang out. They talked and studied, had their casual fun. By the time the holidays came, he would be at his spot with Jane. "So, are you going home for the holidays?" He shook his head, "no. My father is in a mental hospital due to him saying that the zombie apocalypse was coming, and my mother is a drug addict. So, I'd rather stay here." She nods, "I'm sorry about that. But, I'll miss you during break." She began looking up at his face, "m-maybe we could do something?" Catching on to her tone, Will nods with a smile as he pressed his lips softly against hers. Throughout the day, they engaged in heated passion until sunset. "That was amazing, Will. I better go home though, but I'll text you okay?" He nods, and during the holiday, they would text and call each other. But, little did they know, that their future was foreshadowed by Will's father.

Ten months had passed, and both Will and Jane had a newborn son. She smiled, "Vincent. My little Vinny~" And so, the next year after, the couple got married and raised their son by teaching him essential skills such as cooking and reading. They taught him how to clean, how to study his surroundings, and even how to read the atmosphere. Four years go by, and Vincent was studying swordplay through videos because he seemed to have an interest in them. But then a siren began to sound throughout the world, scaring him as he hides under his bed. He'd stay hidden until the sirens stopped, and would slowly come out from under the bed. He grabbed a golf club of his and would slowly open the door, hearing his parents' screams before sneaking down to see undead looking creatures. He would see his parents coming back to life, but would be grey with rotten teeth and dazed eyes. He would began striking each zombie while running, thanking his secret work outs as he makes his way to a store with weapons.

Twenty-three years passed since then, and we now see him at the dead end of an alley. He turns to face the zombies, a cold dead look in his eyes. "You bastards are dead, and don't even know it." He would rush past them, swinging his sword until stopping behind the group and the heads fall off their heads. As he sighs, he began walking down the abandoned road glancing around as he remembered the times he spent with his family. "Such sh*t, this virus affected us and can turn us into zombies. Fortunately, I studied a zombie's brain and concocted a counter to this virus. I made twenty vials worth, but they won't last long since I've taken one to eliminate the virus in me. Now, I got nineteen left." He looks around as he kept his guard up thinking, 'someone is watching me Time to fight, or perhaps I should try to talk my way out.'

Kairon: 5'11 with black hair and a single brown eye along with a toned body. Normally wears a suit and tie when conducting business.

Dagaron: 6'5 Silky black hair reaching his mid back with crimson gold eyes and a toned body. Wears royal dress robes.

Von: He is 6' with black hair and gold eyes tinted with purple, wears a tuxedo but is usually naked when alone with the girl he's with

Zallion Jones: He is 5'8 with brown hair and hazel eyes, and is usually wearing a hand-me-down pirate outfit

Ylzakor: 6' with white hair and pale skin along with red eyes. Wears casual villager clothes

Zaikon: 5'11 with demonic red skin and black eyes when not in human form. Human form has red eyes and black hair

Daraz: 5'10 with black hair and blue eyes. Wears a suit and tie when not doing a job, otherwise wears various outfits depending on the job.

Baikon: 6'8 with white hair and white eyes. Wears a mix of jedi and sith outfits, brown with black and white with red

Avian Dawson: 5'7 with white hair and red eyes, usually wears a suit and tie but occasionally wears his school's uniform which is a white dress shirt with black dress pants.

Vincent Jones: 5'9 with black hair and hazel eyes. Wears a vest with blue jeans and black boots

Chad Masters: 5'5 with brown hair and silver eyes. Wears a white shirt with brown pants and blue shoes.

All throughout history, there have always been a man and a woman. And thus, there have always been more men and women as a result. This is no exception, as the governments became as one. A young man of twenty-five with black hair and brown eyes would be roaming through college, all of the women squealing like fan girls cause of him. 'Just once, I'd like a woman who won't go crazy,' he thought before bumping into someone. "Oh, I apologize," he said going to pick up the books only to be slapped across the face which caused everyone to gasp. He looks up while holding his face to see a black haired petite woman with hazel eyes, "you slapped me." She huffs out, "and I'd do it again if you don't pay attention." His heart began racing as he rose to his feet, holding her books out for her. "Uh, yeah. Sorry again, and here's your books. Well see ya," he says giving her the books before walking away blushing. 'She slapped me, despite my looks. She's special, for sure,' he thought as he headed to class.

The next day, he would walk up to her. "Hey, I forgot to introduce myself yesterday. I'm Damian Dawson, nice to meet you." He holds his hand out, but she smacks it away. "I'm Serena Phillips, and no thanks." He smiled before laughing, which shocked her. "Why the hell are you laughing," she asks offended. "Sorry, it's just that you're not like the others here. All the other women fawn over me, and the dudes are usually jealous. You are neither, which shocked me when you slapped me yesterday. And with you still being cold to me, it's refreshing." She was surprised at his response, "I-is that so?! Well, uh. Just don't say something stupid, or lose focus." He nods as he slips his phone number into one of her books without her noticing, and walks away. Later that day, he is approached by Serena and slapped. "How dare you pull a trick like that, Damian!" He looks at her, "well I thought maybe you'd want my number in case you needed a friend or perhaps help in something." She scuffs, "me? Need help? That's a riot." Throughout the semester though, she'd received notes and photos from a stalker.

At the end of the semester, she called him crying. "D-Damian? I, I need help. I'm sorry I said I didn't, but I didn't know I had a stalker." He nods, telling her to stay there until he arrives. In an hour, he arrives and knocks as she comes opening the door and hugging him while still crying. He leads her inside and ask for the notes, which she provided him. He began examining everything, including the way the notes were made. "I see, well if you live here alone then it's risky for you to be here. But if you live with me, your stalker will think twice." She hesitantly agreed, and thus took them a full week to move her into his place. And so, throughout the second semester of the year, they had grown awfully close which made everyone jealous. After the year was done, Serena had confessed to Damian who also confessed. They went at it all through the night, and would do so whenever they had the opportunity. By the time the month ended, Serena had ended up pregnant. So by the time the new year started, the two were dating and she had begun showing signs of pregnancy.

A year later, she gave birth to a healthy baby boy but his appearance was different. His hair was white and his eyes were red, and the couple looked at each other worried. "But neither of us have red eyes or white hair," the mother said as the doctors examined the baby further. "Seems he's got some unique genetic code, but he's still healthy. So, what will you name him?" The couple smiled, "Avian Dawson." And thus, they were able to leave the hospital in a week. They raised him for the first five years of his life, teaching him how to cook and sew. His father even taught him to sing and play guitar, but tragedy struck when the couple got murdered in front of Avian's eyes. This triggered something in him, and he mercilessly killed the murderers. He was put in an orphanage and stayed there because of his other family not wanting him, hearing what happened. So by the time he was thirteen, he decided work at the place he's still at and live alone. He kept up with his singing and guitar lessons, but took the opportunity to learn other instruments just by watching.

Five years later, he's gotten the reputation of "Rebel Gentleman." He gave himself the name after reading his parent's journals, and being a troublemaker who was also a gentleman at heart. He was always late to school, always causing trouble. But on weekends, he was a calm and proper gentleman at his job. Now he continued his life, and would continue to hide his true nature from others. But the story takes place while he's in detention after school on a Friday, sleeping at a desk with his boots on it unaware of the events about to unfold. Then two hours pass, and he's given permission to leave. He would begin to head home from the school, when he hears something happening nearby

In the ancient past, before the Force was split into light and dark, there was an entity who could control both the Force and the Midichlorians to such a degree that it could even create new elements of the Force. However, it was too powerful and could not sustain the stability of its own power. Thus, it imploded and caused the Force to split. The time passed by, and this entity was not known to any except those who were balanced and powerful in the Force. Even then, the knowledge was in shards or fragments. Though, the Force gave one of them, Revan, a prophecy. "One born with the Force, and developed by the Midichlorians. Who shall embrace the light, who shall be seduced by darkness. Upon the seducer's death, the entity of the past shall once again take form in the seduced."

Since then, the prophecy has been told by both Jedi and Sith. They became suspicious of those they trained, hoping to stop the prophecy from coming true. However, little did they know, the child had not yet been born. On Coruscant, in the lower levels where criminals roamed free, a young woman of black hair and emerald eyes was seen on the streets in shredded clothing. A mysterious figure walks up to her, and taps her forehead. "You shall become the mother of the entity's resurrection, and shall die knowing this truth." The figure disappeared, and the woman gasps as she looked around only to see the usual people. She sighs, as she began to look up and see a man. "Hello, and why are you out on the streets?" She looks away, "I'm nothing but a toy for men. And, I don't think you'll believe me when I say this. But, something touched me and said I'd be the mother of some entity's resurrection."

That night, the man took the woman to his place. "So, what's your name? I'm Elzikor, nice to meet you." She nods, "I-I'm Jenna. I'm just a prostitute, sadly." He shook his head, "there's no way that's true." She raised her voice a little, "but it is! All I got are these shredded rags, and my body has become so used to sex!" He nods, "I see. Well, I won't have sex with you unless you ask for it." He smiled, and a month passed since then. She was now in his bed, sucking on his manhood early in the morning. He groans slowly sitting up as his opened his eyes, "well what do we got here?" She would speak while licking his shaft, "I wanted to thank you. For taking me in, giving me new clothes, giving me food and drink, and not wanting sex." She would slowly crawl over his body, and slide her hole down over his manhood moaning before slowly shaking her hips. The entire morning, the two engaged in a heated passion.

From that moment on, they would have sex every morning and every night. For the next eight months, her stomach grew indicating she was pregnant. "I don't know why, Elzikor, but this child is most likely the child I was meant to give birth to." The young man nods, "I see. And as a Jedi, I can sense how powerful this offspring of ours is with the force. I believe it's more powerful than Anakin, and it's not even born yet." She gasps, "but I heard rumors that Skywalker is the chosen one! How can our little one be more powerful than the chosen one?!" He shook his head, "I don't know. But, it's best we stay hidden." And so the next month went by, and Jenna began screaming as she was in a medical bay giving birth. The child was a boy, and they gave him the name of Baikon. However, during the next five years, the child was trained by his father in the light side of the force. His mother, Jenna, died by a sith's hands. His father was fighting the sith, but failed when he ended up bleeding while sitting up against a wall. Baikon, afraid of losing his only family, began using the Force to crush the organs and mind of the sith who then laid dead.

The next ten years, Baikon became the most powerful Jedi in terms of lightsaber skills and Force abilities. However, a woman of brunette hair and red eyes came to him whispering. "I sense your power, and know that the Jedi fear you. I can teach you the dark side of the Force, and help you survive against them." And that moment, Baikon grew entranced and learned all the powers of the dark side. However, he also grew to love her as she did him. Though, during the year of their passionate love, the jedi and sith grew fearful. So, one night, they sent an assassin to kill his lover. "B-Baikon, my darling. P-please don't, forget. T-the Jedi and S-Sith, they did this. They were a-afraid of you, o-of us! P-please, embrace y-your destiny f-for me..." With her final breath, she gave a simple kiss to his hand. The shock of his beloved's death was too much for him to bare, and he unleashed both sides as he heard all of the Midichlorians clearly. He would rise to his feet, a voice whispering to his mind. 'You know what you are,' the voice asked. "I do, I am the entity of the Force and Midchlorians reincarnated. I am, Zeikynrok."

So, the following morning, he would begin storming the Jedi Temple and began slaughtering the Jedi. However, both the Sith and Jedi had joined forces. The two began to use the Force to seal him into a gemstone, which was then placed deep in the heart of an unknown temple. The years passed, and during the time of the empire, someone had discovered this temple and found the gem. Turning it into a ring, they put the ring up for sale in their shop as the entity inside the ring awaited for someone to buy it.