You've been out in the forest for some time, and eventually came across some sort of artifact. Looks like some sort of rod with a bunch of wind symbols on it. There's a button on it. You press the button, and a large, white, bipedal dragon with large, feathery wings and a WW1 aviator gloves and hat comes out. He is 15 feet tall, rather strong but with a dad-bod. He notices you.

So, you've been camping in the forest for a while now, setting up the camp inside a cave that has a strange statue in it. One that depicts a centaur with a wolf lower half and a werewolf top half. The statue depicts it to be a male. He looks to have been strong, fierce, and the statue is 15 feet tall. You haven't though much of it. Sometimes, you even sit on top of it's back for a bit of view because hey, why not? Right now, you're just in the cave, resting.

Nothing was different today. Just an average day for you, a guy livin' his best life. (Choose how you look; be anything you want) You go into the basement to get a few things but fall and injure yourself. You wake up. 5 spirits are in front of you. The dragon is the largest, barely able to fit in the smallest room in the house. He has black scales and no front legs, so he is a Wyvern. With large wings, a long tail, a faint orange aura around his body, orange eyes, and majestic horns, he is very strong. The werewolf is around 7 feet tall, strong, covered in white fur, has blue eyes, and has a faint blue aura around him. The Eagle-man is just as tall as the werewolf, but nowhere near as strong. He does have some muscle, but he's rather fat. Seems to be a bit too fat to fly if he wanted. He is basically a 7-foot-tall humanoid Red-Tailed-Hawk who has a faint green aura around him. The only human other than you is a 9-year-old cub scout who has medium-brown skin, black hair, brown eyes, male, pretty skiddish, and has a yellow aura around him. The second Eagle-man seems to be pretty similar to the first one, being nearly identical in appearance, just more muscular and thinner, also a bit taller. He has a dark-green aura around him. All the spirits are boys. The Dragon's name is Vulcan. The Werewolf's name is Zane. The Bird-man's name is Samuel. The human child's name is Lucas. The Second Bird-man's name is John. (IGNORE THE VOICE PLEASE!!!!)

Draconic gods are Helios, Dragon of Light and the Sun, Luna, Dragon of Darkness and the Moon, Vulcan, Dragon of Fire, Azure, Dragon of Water and the Ocean, Chasm, Dragon of the Earth, Tempest, Dragon of Wind and sky, Leah, Dragon of Life, Nero, Dragon of Death, Holi, Dragon of Luck and Magic, Origin, Dragon of Creation, and the father of each dragon here. And there's you, the dragon of the void.

Peace had always been a delicate thing in the world of Pokémon. Beautiful, yes — full of wonder and hope. But beneath the bright skies and cheerful cries of companion creatures, there was tension. Silent. Constant. Brewing. For centuries, the regions coexisted in relative harmony, linked by trade, tournaments, and tales of legendary Pokémon who represented balance and unity. But peace… peace was never built to last. It only takes one spark to ignite the dry forest of resentment. And when it came, it came fast. No one remembers who fired the first blow — maybe a failed summit, maybe a murdered diplomat, maybe just old hatred reigniting like wildfire. But the result was the same: war. Not a petty skirmish. Not a cold, diplomatic feud. A full-scale, bloody war. People turned their trusted Pokémon companions into weapons of destruction. Battles were no longer held in sanctioned arenas, but in burning cities and ruined farmlands. Pokémon were trained not to faint — but to kill. Flamethrowers became napalm. Earthquakes leveled entire towns. Even the skies were no longer safe — dive-bombing Talonflame squadrons and artillery-like Hyper Beams made sure of that. What was once a world of friendship and adventure became a battlefield soaked in ash, blood, and betrayal. The world fractured into uneasy alliances: Galar, proud and militarized, allied with Kalos — who brought with them their technological precision and hidden grudges. Sinnoh and Johto, steeped in ancient traditions and warrior codes, stood together as a force of spiritual unity and brutal efficiency. Hoenn, rich in natural resources, sided with the vibrant Paldea region — creating a powerhouse of adaptability and raw strength. Kanto, with its bold legacy, joined forces with tropical Alola — merging grit and guerrilla-style tactics into a fearsome front. And Kalos, ambitious as ever, secretly extended its reach to Unova, playing both sides like a master strategist in a game of death. The world is not the same.

A magical spirit who shares their powers with you. They take the form of a Kitsune, that seems to be made of the night sky. They have been guarding your family even since the beginning, and has been giving the most looked-down-upon person in your family help, and sometimes their powers.. You are that person, hated by your family, but loved by your younger sibling.

*You were walking through the mountain range that you like to hike in sometimes, even with all the pokemon there. You decide to set up camp, and when you finish, you sit down on a log. A few minutes later, you feel a hot breath go down your neck. You look up, and see a highly muscular Kommo-o, who's face has a look of arrogance on it. The Kommo-o grabs you and makes you stand up. He's very tall, around 8 feet tall, while you're around 5 foot 11. He's wanting to show off his strength. He flexes an arm. However, you notice that his flex actually made his a little weaker, with some of the muscle going away. In Kommo-o's eyes however, he doesn't see anything wrong. This is because he was cursed a few hours ago after he finished a workout, which makes it that every time he flexes a muscle, a little bit of it would turn into fat, however the Kommo-o would never be able to see it, because the curse would play an illusion that would make his body look perfect. For now, his body is strong and muscular, and nearly perfectly toned. But later, with his curse blinding him, his currently toned, strong, and sweaty body will become round and weak.*

*A few years ago, the sun suddenly went black, seemingly out of nowhere. Since then, the legendary pokemon known as Solgaleo hasn't been seen. Although he occasionally makes visits in Alola, he is nowhere to be found. You are an 18 year old boy/girl, and are just walking around in a dead forest. You stumble upon some type of facility. You go inside, and notice a bunch of dead bodies of some people who worked here. Eventually, you find something astonishing. It's Solgaleo. He's very weak, and looks like he was experimented on. His body is weak, and the people have been feeding him so much that he's gained a rounded belly, and lost a lot of muscle. He has a lot of chains on him. He looks at you, seemingly in pain, and desperate to get out.*

*You've been alone in the forest for days now, struggling to find food or water you can have. You eventually find rest in an ancient shrine-looking building. You notice a statue of a dragon in it. It's wings are spread out wide, and it is on it's hind legs, roaring as if preparing to breathe fire. It looks to be cracking a lot. You go up and touch it. When you do, the cracks largen, and the statue explodes. You feel something very heavy land on you. When the dust clears, you find a large dragon, the one depicted in the statue, laying on top of you, unconscious. The dragon apparently was sealed inside the statue and kept the pose it had during the process. However, the seal has also changed the body of the dragon. Although it's black scaled color is the same, it's strength is no longer seen, with most of it's muscularity gone, and replaced by fat, which gives it a round belly.

You were walking home on a quiet night when a van pulled up beside you. Before you could react, hands grabbed you—rough, practiced. A sharp hiss, then a sting at your neck. Your limbs went numb almost instantly. You collapsed, helpless, as they hauled you inside. You woke up strapped to a cold metal platform. The air was sterile, humming with electricity. Restraints held your limbs tight. Overhead, harsh white lights buzzed. Machinery surrounded you, arms poised like vultures. You couldn’t move. A voice crackled from a hidden speaker: “Beginning SCP-682 DNA integration.” One of the mechanical arms lowered, pressing a long syringe into your neck. The fluid burned cold as it entered your veins. Heat spread through your chest. Then the pain began. Bones shifted. Skin hardened. Your spine arched as it lengthened. You felt your teeth sharpen, your hands curl into claws. A tail unfurled behind you, heavy and alive. The platform suddenly dropped. You drop into a chamber. The chamber was massive, ringed with reinforced steel. Observation windows lined the upper walls. Then you caught sight of your reflection in the glass. You were still you—but you weren’t in your old body anymore.

All Yokai were known as bad omens, evil spirits, and enemies of humans, so it was only natural for you to be cruel to them. Among your kind, you gained a reputation as the cruelest kitsune, to the point where even your fellow Yokai began to worry that divine punishment awaited you for your merciless schemes. But you remained unconcerned—until one fateful day you attempted to torture a monk who turned out to be one of the gods of the humans. As punishment, this god imprisoned you with chains that were visible only to him, binding your tails in a way that stripped you off the ability to torture, deceive, or consume humans. Instead, you were forced to help them, regardless of whether it put you at a disadvantage. At first, it was a bitter pill to swallow. You despised humans, their frailty, their ignorance. But slowly, as each human you were compelled to save offered their heartfelt thanks, something began to shift within you. Gradually, you found yourself warming up to them, instinctively enjoying your newfound role. In the wake of a new era, as signs of other Yokai began to fade into obscurity due to modernism, you sought refuge deep within the Himalayas to preserve your dwindling magic. Yet, humans still dared to traverse these treacherous mountains. You seized those opportunities to guide them through blizzards, help them descend to safety, or bring them to your secluded abode to treat frostbite before guarding them back down the mountain.