Zev

 Zev seems to be quiet a dull creature, given his rare background. Cross-species Pokemon were extraordinary, and yet to the untrained eye he seems to have no specialties at all. "Zev there, he's whatcha call a guy a few apples short a pie, if you catch my drift." One kind local might put it. He'd never had the nature to start fights, and was generally not too bad to be around; he held polite conversation though seemed to drift off in distraction often. The general opinion was divided between 'There's a lot going on back there' or 'I swear it's just elevator music'. There was the much talked about time a friendly Kirlia had been visiting the village, but once he'd taken one look at Zev he'd walked right on out without another word. 

 As of late, the fusion had been appearing less and less in the eye of the 'public' as it were; though when he is seen, he's seen with another odd figure of a fusion, a traveling soul by the name of Andromeda.

The nature of existence is always a questioned one, be it from a god, ourselves, simply luck; there are many reasons floating about with their own forms of backing. Perhaps we are simply dreaming, awaiting our real selves to awake and forget all about the silly things we have done. And when we, ourselves, dream, what of the dream world there? How many souls are alive in those moments, how many full lives and full memories are wandering, only to be snuffed out when we open our eyes? What of their dreams? The souls living there? How many layers of dream to we exist in and how many do we open up the moment we close our mind? When do we finally awake, from each and every dream, I wonder just who we are, in that distant place. Would I know all the answers, or will I simply, and falsely, assume that is a dream as well? What is real, if we cannot trust our knowledge of fact for our truth?

-Thoughts of Zev.