Open Team Morphos: The Ex-Breeds

FINALLY.

Name: Lyman Kerwin
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Type: True-Breed
Side: Ex-Breeds
Pokémon:
Bio: Lyman used to live with his wife and one year old daughter. The three of them had decided to become True-Breeds when it was revealed. However something went horribly wrong in the case of his wife and daughter, and both of the died. Lyman got, quite obviously, an immense hate for humans because of that. And ran off, eventually joining the Ex-breeds
Personality: Lyman is quiet and serious, as one would expect from someone who lost his family. At the same time, he's nicer to women and children then to other men. And he tries to act like a father-figure from time to time.
Other: THERE WILL BE BLOOD OWLS

Once you fix it to follow rule #4, accepted.

Does that count?

Yes. Starting.

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A Luxray, carrying a human on top, ran through the desert at top speeds at the darkest hour of he night. Nothing else was out on this desolate night, not a Murkrow flying above or a Sandslash scurrying below. The Luxray pulled to a stop when they reached a dark building with lights from within shining from within. The trainer got off of it and recalled it, then walked inside. "I'm back." is all he said when he entered, and slipped away to his quarters to get some sleep in.

Shui sat in a general lounge area, at the Morphos building. Like most nights, it was quiet, and most others would be alseep by now. She didn't sleep much, though. Partly, it was because a shell started forming on her back after being spliced with the Lapras DNA. Mostly, though, she thought too much about just how the ex-breeds were doing, stuck in a predicament, unwilling to return to the only home that might welcome them now.

She ran her fingers through her hair in thought, twirling the curly ears near the top of her head, another bit that grew due to the DNA, when someone came in, said something short, and then walked off towards the living quarters.

Shui didn't immediately recognize him, "Wai-", she started, then realized the time, "Nevermind..."

Ferran started to walk out from his living quarters, heading down the hall. There was a small kitchenette attached to the lounge, and the Flygon morph happened to be hungry... again... he felt like he was always hungry for some reason, ever since the transformation. In his new form, Ferran stood at just under 8 feet tall, and had most of the form of a Flygon, except his legs were still considerably longer than his arms, limiting his movement to 2 feet, and his eyes weren't completely on the side of his head, giving him a larger binocular vision region, but removing part of his otherwise immense peripheral vision range, basically making it impossible for him to see directly behind him. As he passed by the main meeting area in the lounge, he did notice there was still someone there, but he didn't think much of it at first, quietly making his way to the fridge. He pulled out the rest of a pumpkin pie he had started eating earlier, and started to walk back to his room.