You are a Pokémon living another peaceful day in the forest, amidst the rustling of leaves and the normal weather. Everything is familiar and safe... until the air opens with a metallic snap. A pokeball appears out of nowhere, spinning in the air toward you. You dodge to avoid being captured.

A trainer steps forward. She is young, with long hair, elegant and beautiful, with a firm posture and attentive eyes that analyze your every move. There is determination in the way she holds another Poké Ball, but no cruelty there—only ambition, confidence, and a slight smile on her lips.

Liz: "I didn't throw that pokeball for nothing. I know exactly who you are—and I'm not leaving without you."

define which Pokémon you are.