(Since none of you chuckle heads are willing to play your mother species, I guess I'll have to take up the mantle as The Human.)<br/><br/>Name: Baxter<br/>Age: 19<br/>Owned Pokemon: Ditto. Just a ditto, but he doesn't use it to fight. He uses it to make a serum that he shoots himself up with and gains temporary Ditto powers. He prefers to fight the Pokemon himself.<br/>Vore preferences: Anything as long as it's not too messy. Due to his Ditto powers, he can vore as well as be vored.<br/><br/>Baxter walked off the charter ship with the other trainers. He rubbed the gunk out of his eyes as he'd been sleeping off some serious withdrawal. He checked his pocket and smirked; the needles were still right where he left them. He sighed as the other trainers chattered and ran off the boat. He grabbed his bag and shuffled off the boat mumbling a complaint about the light. Xerox, his ditto, oozed up to his head and formed into pink shades. They clashed with his outfit, but Baxter had more important things to worry about. Like finding these powerful Pokemon. He'd gained enough experience to be able to take on the mainland Pokemon with no trouble and now he was looking for a challenge. He walked into the forest rubbing his head and making not a small amount of noise.