Name: Coran
Age: 14
[/b]Gender:[/b] Female
Appearence: She has relatively long, light brown hair, which falls to around her shoulders. She wears a white cowboy hat, perched jauntily on her head, a white romany skirt worn a few centimetres higher than the knee, and a khaki vest-top.
Personality: Tends to over-react. Has a terrible temper, and feels things paticularily deeply. On the other hand, she adores almost everyone, has high morals, and is completely compassionate
Starter: Squirtle
Coran woke up with a start. It was still dark out, and her luminous digital clock told her it was barely 5 AM, but for her, it was time to get up.
Getting to Oak's lab would take half a day on foot - but luckily, her father had leant her his Arcanine, and the swift canine would get her there in an hour or less.
Her family lived miles from anywhere; her family had, for as long as anyone could remember, bred various working pokemon, from docile little growlithes to adamant machops that believed they new everything and anything. She has been offered both of these pokemon, of course, but neither had taken her fancy. She would do things properly, and get a starter from oak. She grabbed her bag from the table, slipped down the stairs, and made herself a slice of toast. For a moment, she paused by the door. It would be a long time before she saw this palce again... She slung her bag oer her shoulder, groaning slightly. Surely it hadn't weighed this much yesterday? She strode into the front garden, where a huge arcanine stood. He was a wily, lean looking thing, but Coran climbed onto his back without a second thought.
"To pallet town!" she told him, and he turned towards the rising sun.