Soul Shards of Theta: Origins Saga

The Haunted Child:

• History:

Created by Team Rockets' experimentations. A fusion of a Gastly and a Reapermon. An unholy union, as far as Digimon were concerned. Considering how they view Pokemon as corrupted versions of themselves.

While his head was very Gastly like, though more like a skull then a ball, he had a skeleton like body, surrounded by a purple mist. He had no skin, muscles, or organs... just a charcoal black skeleton, leaking that purple fog. He didn't even have legs, just a long spine, and ghost like tail.

As a result of his temporary tail, his friends enjoyed referring to him as, "The Haunter Child"... mostly because he hates being mistaken for a Haunter.

He had a Rogue Class, although he didn't use it much. Even barely trained, it gives him remarkable talents for stealth, and instinctive skills for ranged weapons and knives. He can pick any lock, merely by touching it. With his former Trainer teaching him how to step into the Shadow Realm, and travel across star clusters in seconds.

His Archetype was what he gets the most use out of. As a Technomancer, he can control anything electronic. Connecting to machines a great distance away. Even controlling other Pokemon and Digimon, as they are beings of living Data.

• POV:

I floated in the space between servers. Dozens of screens floating around me, in a transparent blue sphere. All vertically streaming the endless, and incomprehensible green code... incomprehensible, to all but a select few... like me.

Okay so I was a tad overdramatic, with my monologues, but you just had to look at me, to understand that.

I was an abomination. A Fusion of the sworn enemies, Pokemon and Digimon... and so rejected by both.

I spent some time with a Pokemon trainer, who helped me perfect my abilities. But eventually, I decided to go out on my own. There were more important things, to me at least, then gym Battles.

I'm an edge lord, sue me... if you can find me. I am a god of cyberspace. My programming skills rivalled the AIs.

I was raised by my trainer... my best friend, but we had... disagreements after I deprived Giovanni of his head.

I had taken to wearing the sleek black jacket of Giovanni. Complete with a lovely red 'R' on the left pec's pocket. Something I took off his corpse. My way of thanking the man, for my creation.

I tended to wear a more mundane dress shirt. But obviously no dress pants... or pants of any kind. I didn't need them, given I didn't have legs...

I reproduced by consciously duplicating my code, in the form of an egg. An a month later, they hatch as a tiny Gastly-Mon. I was the definition of Asexual.

Although, in all honesty, I had never a actually created an egg, I knew I could. It was an... instinctual thing. Made possible only thanks to my Technomancer skills.

My mind suddenly stopped wandering, focusing on a dot on one of my screens. It passed by so quickly, a lesser mind wouldn't have caught it.

The old, Time Lord, TARDIS really was a lovely piece of techno magic.

After it landed in my time zone, I quickly hijacked it. Merging into it's systems, and experimenting, learning, adapting.

While tapping into it's sensors, I was streaming data simultaneously from... everywhere. Every point of history. In every moment that could ever be... I saw it all.

What was most clear, was how desperately the Time Lords wanted her back. There were far too few of these ancient models, still capable of Time Travel. The Time Lords would be coming for it... the sooner we ditched the thing, the better.

I looked away from my screens. At the Asari-like creature I hijacked. And spoke, with an unusual amount of joy in my voice. "I found them."

Now Knowing what I was, what This alien creature was. There was a reason I was just a freak of nature. The TARDIS insisted the gods themselves crafted me... and their were other's out there.

Finally, I had a purpose again.

And that's how I allied myself with Metagamer.