[h2][color=007236]Arren Malla[/color][/h2]

Arren walked up on the gangplank, looking around at the ship that was looming overhead. It was an old ship, and as she hit the deck, she could feel the ocean waves moving the ship. When she first came to Gleampier, she had to arrive by boat, but she never got used to the swaying of the ship. A woman in red glasses appeared. Her hair color was similar to her own, it was a little strange for her.

[quote]“Hello there! Pleased to meet you. My name is Holly. I’m Professor Palm’s main research assistant.”

For such an exotic look, Holly spoke more monotonously than you’d expect.

“Professor Palm is looking forward to meet all beginning trainers over a complimentary dinner this evening, if you’d be so kind to accept.”

She smiled, but it almost seemed conceited, or forced. Or maybe she just wasn’t quite sure how to smile.

“In the meantime, please make your way to the Terminal Lab in the lower deck. Spaces have been accommodated for all passengers.”
@Whimsley
[/quote]

Holly walked away, and Arren was left to find her way to the lab on her own. There were a few directions, but it took her a while to find the Terminal Lab. She walked inside the lab, and immediately walked over to an empty tablet.

[quote][REGISTER] Read on the screen, just above a thumb print. There was no turning back from here. Did you accept?

Assuming you accept...

Blue lines traversed the screen. In patterns, sporadically, dashing in their inconsistency. The cogs in the terminal whirred as the lasers performed their show, before they came to form words on the screen.
[color=00aeef]
ARREN MALLA

AGE: 15
SEX: F
HEIGHT: 5' 6” 
WEIGHT: Calculating...

[IS THIS CORRECT?][/color]

Assuming you pressed the button, after making any changes you wished...

[color=00aeef]CALCULATING...[/color]

First, a hex grid of wireframe. Black in the inside, green as the structure, a Poké Ball formed in a pocket below the screen, held by a sort of basic upholder apparatus. A green laser, in the fashion of a 3D printer, began to bring the Pokéball to life. Layer by layer, the second dimension gained another perspective. First green, then a white bottom, a black, middle rim, a white button on the front, and finally the cherry ted top. The button glowed a dark pink and hummed a synthetic tune before fading.

[color=00aeef]YOUR POKÉMON IS... POOCHYENA

[WILL YOU GIVE POOCHYENA A NAME?] [/color]

The screen asked you.
@Whimsley
[/quote]

A nickname? Arren thought about it for a few minutes. Eventually, Arren decided not to nickname her Poochyena. She liked it just the way it was, so she entered [NO] on the tablet. She was excited, her own Pokémon! She finally could become a trainer, and start on her own Pokémon adventure!