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Psychotic_Demon
January 5th, 2008, 04:09 PM
All right, it's been a very long time since Syn has RPed. And, she doesn't know how long this will be able to go, but she's had an idea for a Pokemorph RP for quite some time. So. . . we'll see what happens.

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It is said that far from the desolate, blistering land of the South there is a place of refuge for all of those affected by the Shade. It is said that this place is a tower, a beautiful tower hidden within the mountains of the North. It is said that this tower is a sanctuary, and in that sanctuary, the Condemned would not be at the mercy of the Shade. It is said that the Condemned would take the tower for their own, and live safely in the mountains. It is said that the tower will give them the power to fight back.

It is said that the Ivory Tower will help the Condemned overcome the Shade.

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This is the tale whispered throughout the halls of the Shade's base, from one Pokemorph to another. The legend of a far-away haven has woven itself into their minds, and generation after generation, the need to escape to the Ivory Tower has been growing. But, the members of the Shade have heard the stories as well, and are doing all they can to prevent a break out of any of the Condemned. The Condemned are told this story is a myth, that there is no such thing as the Ivory Tower, and that they will never escape. But some still hold on to the beliefe of the Tower. . .

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Okay, so this is how it breaks down. The Shade is an organization of baddies who change Pokemon into Pokemorphs and either train and sell them to wealthy patrons, or use them for cruel experiments and missions. The Shade has been running this operation for almost three decades, hidden away in their base. The base itself is in the Southern Desert, a misrable place for people and Morphs alike.

But the desert is not the worst concern of the Pokemorphs. Many of the Morphs believe it would be kinder to perish in the swirling sands than live in the base; but the Shade's base can hardly be called anything better than a hellhole. Morphs are beat, broken, and shattered. Within the base, they are forced to undergo many horrible tests that often leave the victims traumatized. They are forced to fight and train until they can no longer move, and are then 'punished' for not being able to keep going. The Pokemorphs have taken to calling themselves the Condemned, and have almost lost all hope. Almost, but not all.

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The Ivory Tower is supposed to be a three-part RP, and The Flight is only the first part. In The Flight, your character would be a Pokemorph of any sort (except legendaries) who was trying to escape from the Shade. Not only will they have to escape from the base, but manage to outrun--and sometimes fight--the Special Retrieval Force (SRF) that are pursuing them. It's a deadly race to the North, to a place that might not even exist, and a true test of endurance, hope, and strength.

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As for rules, Syn would like to keep it simple.
- Please use proper grammar and spelling, none of that, "lol guyz i is rpin wit u i is a amazin morh i sav u all." We don't need that. Seriously. xD
- This is a novel-style RP. That means no, "*action* talking *action*"
- And for God's sake, no Mary Sues. Just. . . no. *shudders*

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Sign up-

Name-
Age-
Gender-
Morph- No more than two of the same, please. . .
Personality- This can be optional, but it is appreciated.
Appearence- This however, isn't optional. Sorry!
History- But this is optional! Everybody dance!
Other- Quirks of any sort, hobbies, things you're good at (knitting, perhaps?), whatever else you want to put.

The RP sample has been removed. However, Syn will ask one to leave or work harder if their profile doesn't seem up to par.

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And that's it! Syn will post her Espeon-Morph's profile after someone posts. And she'll try to answer any questions you lot have. . . So. . . let's start? xD

Brad
January 10th, 2008, 09:35 AM
I'd like to reply as a Garchomp/Glalie morph- Ice/Ground/Dragon... REALLY GOOD. However, I must know- are we a human Pokemorph, or a Pokemon infused with other DNA???

capalex65
January 11th, 2008, 02:30 AM
Name- Morgana
Age- 17
Gender- Female
Morph- Gardevoir

Personality- Morgana is a cheery person by nature, she usually is in a good mood, smiling and such, trying to find the bright sides in everything and she especially hates to see her friends in a bad mood and will do pretty much anything to make them feel better.
She also hates violence but will fight if she has to... But she will still make sure that the ones she's fighting isn't badly hurt, just enough to make them unable to hurt her friends...

She likes the colors black, white and green, black is what she hides some of her morph features with, white is the color of some of her morph features like her lower body half and green is the color of her hair.

Appearance- http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v225/capalex65/Morgana_Gardevoir.png
As you can see, she has the lower body of a Gardevoir, and there are other small differences such as her eyes and her hair color, but she keeps them mostly hidden under the clothes she’s wearing so people won’t notice, when she’s with others she tries to keep her lower half disguised as a long dress..
Her usual style of clothing involves something black and/or white and something long and stylish..
History- (Might add)
Other- She has a hobby in bending spoons due to her psychic abilities. She also likes to be with others and hates being alone (The hates being alone is from her past where she was left alone for months)

Psychotic_Demon
January 11th, 2008, 06:50 PM
To answer Brad--'human' or 'anthro' 'Morphs, depending on how many animal-like features you'd like to retain. Capalex's character seems to be more humanish and would act more like a human, whereas Syn's has fur, digitigrade legs, ect, and would act more like an Espeon.

Capalex. . . legendaries are a no, sorry! . . . Holy crap, we were paired when Syn was Dark_Espeon. o_o

Brad
January 11th, 2008, 08:13 PM
If you need a pair, Brad es open... and bored. Anyways, here is my sign-ups. Ton of types- oh well- Good against anything... Shweet!!!

Name- Brad Matthews
Age- 21
Gender- teh one with the iron rod...
Morph-Glalie/Garchomp/Rotom/Absol/Charizard/Blastoise?Metagross- he, due to rebellion in teen years, got a lot of Pokemon pumped into him. However, he still retains a somewhat humanoid manner of action, and somewhat humanoid appearance.
Personality- Due to hours of solitary confinement and boredom, Brad is very solitary and antisocial. He enjoys being alone, and is an intellectual. Around others, he hides, or stays silent, conveying a sinister or mysterious aura. Inside, he is ruthless, merciless, cruel- perfect for assasinations. He hopes to escape, but he wants to kill all the Shades before he goes...
Appearence- An 8'4 giant, he is quite intimidating. He has pitch black skin, gold and white hair, and blood red eyes. His arms and shoulders are covered in silver/gold armor. Out of his back sprout 12 white wings, like bat wings. They are covered in a ghostly glowing aura. From the back of his legs are boosters, helping him fly/swim at supersonic speeds. On his chest, he can protrude gigantic cannons. His whole body is surrounded by a cold aura. His arms, on the bottom side, have a long line of Absol blades, red in color. They also have electricity swirling about them. His shoulders also have mounted cannons. He also has gills. He wears a white leather jacket, sunglasses, black velvet shoes, and blood red jeans. He is incredibly muscular, and looks, quite frankly, like a badass angel of death.
History- Born in Ever Grande to rich, but uncaring parents, he was kidnapped after he graduated college at age 14. His parents never paid ransom, so the Shade experimented upon him, injected him with a lot of DNA, and locked him in solitary confinement. After he was legally able to drink, he started drinking a lot to stave off insanity, and by the day he sinks deeper and deeper into the drinking hole. Deemed too powerful for missions, it is said he is saved for a world war of some kind. However, he will not fight so willingly for them- they no nothing of his powers anymore.
Other- Loves Jeopardy and swimming. Also an avid fan of XXX videos.

Kansas
January 11th, 2008, 09:26 PM
*Does Syn always refer to Syn in the 3rd person?*

Name- Takashi Tomoyo
Age- 20
Gender- male
Morph- Cacturne and Meganium
Personality- Takashi, despite his looks is a very social able person. Being experimented on hasn't once hindered his ability to talk with people and constantly remain cheerful. This being said, his time of being experimented on have not left him without bitterness. He flares in anger at the mere mention of escaping to get revenge on what was done to him. Although by looking at him you wouldn't be able to tell. He almost seems to enjoy the fashion statements provided to him by the morphs he obtained. Takashi likes talking to people especially if they have morphs like him. Seeing the visually obvious effects of another morph seems to put him at ease and although he didn't ask for the powers and appearance he has, he's always trying to make the best of it, saying that he has actually grown to like them. Takashi is also a fierce battler, due to his tricky nature. The mixture of him with a dark type pokemon is only befitting as he uses many deceitful and sometimes humorous tricks to win any fight. That being said, having the use of Cacturne's spikes at his disposal, when he deals the finishing blow, it isn't pretty.

Appearence- Takashi is a very handsome young boy. He is Caucasian and about 5'7 and 130 lbs. A very skinny build, with no visible muscles, he is clearly a very limber kid. He has short brown shaggy hair which is never brushed but also rarely seen. His hair is never seen due to the fact of his first visible feature of being a morph. Being combined with a Cacturne he has the characteristic trait of a Cacturne which is it's scare crow hat. Takashi is always wearing the green scare crow hat which is pulled tight and often pulls his hair partially over his eyes, giving him an aura of mystery around him. He has thin soft eyes with deep yellow irises, also characteristic of a Cacturne, which one could almost get lost in. As for his clothes, Takashi is a very formally dressed kid. He wears tightly fitting black button down dress shirt that he leaves un-tucked with a white undershirt underneath. Over his heart, he wears the other symbol of his morph, a ring of pink petals arranged to form a flower. Due to his Meganium parts in him, small pink petals grow out of his wrists every once and a while. Takashi doesn't like how these look so he clips the petals and arranges them in the same flower pattern on his shirt. For pants Takashi sports a pair of dark blue thinly fit jeans with a slight fade down the center of the legs. His shoes are a simple dark forest green pair of converse with white soles that he wears to match his green scare crow hat. The final feature of Takashi is the two vines that he can't seem to figure out what to do with. The two vines stick out behind him on his waist, just like he has two tails. He can control these vines willfully and usually wraps them through the belt loops of his jeans to conceal them, though in battle he wont hesitate to pull them out as a trump card. Takashi goes through many pairs of clothes, because after each fight, if he's not careful his shirt will be full of holes from his cactus needles.

History- Takashi has been a condemned since he was a young boy. He was captured while walking home from his first year at junior high and has been forced to do training as his grass pokemon hybrid for many years. Before being captured, Takashi had been an accomplished member of the boxing club at his junior high, making him quite agile when using his hands, and even more deadly when using the blessing of the needles of Cacturne. when not being forced to train or being beaten, he would always try and talk to the other condemned, to make alliances when ever possible. Having more friends is much better than having no friends. especially when you all have that one large thing in common...

Other- due to the clothing destructive nature of the spikes he keeps retracted all over his arms and back, Takashi has become a very accomplished sewer. He has mastered the art of being able to use almost anything to patch up a hole in any piece of clothing.

RP Sample - link in my sig goes to an RP i created.

Hope my writing style fits your ideals :D

Zore
January 11th, 2008, 09:43 PM
Name- Thrall
Age-14
Gender- male
Morph- Sableye
Personality- Timid and often quiet, Thrall is shy and amazingly withdrawn. Much of his withdrawal is based on his terrible speech impediment from being so closely bonded to a Sableye.

Appearance- He is still vaguely human in appearance, though short at about 5' 3". His skin is purple as a Sableye and his hair is a crystalized blue, reminiscent of a true Sableye's eyes. He has the chest gem, and his fingers and toes end in sharp claws. His eyes are the only thing that remained unchanged, a solid human brown. Tends to wear pants and a large trench coat that can be shed easily so as to take full advantage of his ability to fade out of sight.

History- Born into poverty Thrall was sold for food when he was six weeks old. Because he was one of the youngest human specimens ever obtained by the Shade he represents the most complete fusion to date. He was named Thrall by the Shade. The only Sableye morph in existence he represents a failed attempt at an assassin, the crystalline growths and the diet of gemstones saw to it no more Sableye morphs were brought into existence. Thrall grew up with a slightly twisted world view

Other- Very good at hiding and climbing, he tends to shift in and out of sight when nervous or excited. Needs to eat gems to keep from growing extremely ill. Loves to nap and sit around thinking for hours.

capalex65
January 12th, 2008, 04:53 AM
Capalex. . . legendaries are a no, sorry! . . . Holy crap, we were paired when Syn was Dark_Espeon. o_o

o.o Kewl xD Anyways, i'll change it then =P Gardevoir this time =3

Edit: Changed it Syn =3

Psychotic_Demon
January 12th, 2008, 06:57 PM
To answer Evkay, yes. Syn does speak in third-person. It's just a habit, if anything. *laughs* She can stop if you'd like.

Good news! Everyone's in! But Brad, if you could perhaps tone down yourself a bit. . . oh, what the Hell. You seem to have a thing for the 'kick your ass and your mother's' kind of characters, so just keep it.

Isn't Syn nice?

And she isn't quite looking for a pair, but then again maybe. *giggles* Oh, decisions, decisions.

Name- Myste
Age- Presumably 17
Gender- Female
Morph- Espeon

Personality- A distant, timid young lass, Myste is the embodiment of a girl whose been beaten down, then kicked (repeatedly) for sobbing on the ground. She winces if she feels anyone make a sudden move, and due to the betrayal by the person who evolved her before her transformation, has been shutting down slowly. Myste has a tendency to retreat into herself when she feels threatened, and views herself as a lowly, worthless object for others to use. Due to her ultra-low self-esteem, she is a pitiful creature. However, if someone--anyone--would be patient enough to connect with her, they would find an extremely preceptive and caring person. She puts everyone else above her, even though she fears them. Seriously, she's afraid that everyone is going to hurt her, and has learned to take it.

But back to her inner self. Due to her psychic powers, she has the ability to sense emotions and send replacement emotions back to them. However, this requires her taking their emotions on, which she often does for people she respects, usually without their knowing. Her own kindness and concern for others is one of the things that is tearing her apart from the inside, as well and the constant abuse she receives from the Shade. Myste is worth nothing, she has learned.

Appearence- Myste (http://psychoticdemon.deviantart.com/art/Profile-Myste-59752193)

What the picture doesn't show is that Myste is an albino, and she's also completely blind. She truely is like mist, just a silvery shadow hovering in the background. Her eyes are a clouded white colour, and her fur and hair have a silver sheen, which contrasts sharply with her grey outfit.

History- Myst was the seventh Pokemon-to-Morph Pokemorph ever created, which is why she looks so much like an Espeon still. The Shade stole her from her mother, and thought she was shiny until they saw her red eyes. Her vision really wasn't that good from the start. The trainer that they gave her to gained her trust and evolved her, and then transformed her. The shock of being changed into a. . . whatever she was, was too much, and she tried to escape. As punishment, she was tortured, and later on blinded. Myste was told that she was blinded to help develope her psychic powers faster, as she was going to be used to infiltrate buildings of interest and then dismantle their security systems. However, she was taught to fight, and she fights well when she needs to. As a spy, she's not strong, but fast. For all her life she has lived at the Desert Base, and the resulting scars can be seen criss-crossing her body like intricate lace if one cares to look close enough.

Other- Myst won't admit it, but she's and excellent singer.

charizard_maa
January 12th, 2008, 08:50 PM
Name- Mikel Ano
Age- 16
Gender- Male
Morph- Absol
Personality- Mikel has a personality that can be called cold. He really doesn't care much about what happens as long as he is ok in the end. Most of the time he will be pointing out the bad parts of things but that is only to state the facts and not to be thinking negative. Really deep inside Mikel is optistism and does care about that is really deep down and can't be seen.
Appearence- Mikel is covered in snow white fur on his thin body and is tall. He has black nails on his hands that are not cover in fur but with blueish black color skin that matches his face. Mikel has long white fur around his neck that makes up his mane which would be around a real absol's neck. Mikel has matching snow white hair and a little above his forehead is a black horn-like feature. Come stright out of his neck is a long curve black blade that is very sharp. Mikel is dress in black jeans and a belt is used to keep his baggy jeans around his waist. A blue button up shirt over a dark blue shirt covers his above waist. A long sharp tail can be seen coming out from a hole in his black jeans.
History- Mikel doesn't remember much before becoming a pokemorth but does remember fresh mountain air and how it tasted. Still Mikel was taken as a very young absol and remember little about it. The next memory Mikel remembers is being changed and beaten to fight. For some reason this idea of figthing just came natural for Mikel and just countinue to fight. It was mostly against other pokemorths who were Condemned in the Shade's base. Mikel was always treated coldly by the Shades even if he won and that coldness rubbed off MIkely. ALl Mikel knows is the inside of the base and that is all. Mikel knows that they are making him stronger and he has no problem with that but lately he been having someting that is unfamilar to him which normal people would call 'dreams'. In these dreams Mikel see mountains and clouds. He has no idea about these things but has remember whispers being said about another world. A world outside the base. Still this Mikel for the moment has shrug of these feelings and ideas an countinue on doing what he has been doing since being a pokemorth.
Other- For some reason Mikel likes to read and knows how to do it. It was only by accident he found a book but he likes it and tries to find some but Mikely doesn't make it into an obessions since it is hard to find one in the base.

Kansas
January 12th, 2008, 08:55 PM
lol you guys and your pairs.... anywho i don't usually make OOC posts like this before the RP starts, but i wanted to comment that I like the mixture of characters we've got here. quick question though, could Syn make a discussion thread for Syn's RP so we can talk about Syn's RP without a bunch of OOC spam? :D

Brad
January 12th, 2008, 08:58 PM
Yes, lets do that. SPAM, begone!

Psychotic_Demon
January 12th, 2008, 09:21 PM
Oops, yes, she forgot. She'll do that now!

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 04:43 AM
Name- Chishio Uhghuart. (However, known mokinly as Chi Chi, for his stature.)
Age- Morphed at 16 and has spent two years under the service of Shade, 18
Gender- Male
Morph- Nidoking: (recently forced to evolve from Nidorino)
Personality- Chishio was an outspoken lad dring his class, he loved acting and writing, he even tried his hand at drawing, though as he often remarked, "Nothing worth looking at." But he was content with his life, having managed to get a lead role in a traveling group of performers, before he was kidnapped by Shade. Now after being forced to maim and hurt under the evil banner of Shade, Chishio has become almost mute, and isolated. Even by other pokemorphs he's sometimes loathed, simply because, in order to live, he did what Shade wanted. But he has been preparing to make his journey to heaven. Or at the least, a peaceful death.
Appearance- Unlike other nidoking morphs, he isbn't extremely muscular, nor is he decked out in full scales that hinder his movement. When he was morphed, the scientists wanted him to be speedy and quick. His body is athletically slim. Dark purple skin. His face, bears the moonstone used to evolve him on his forehead, with one jagged spike right above that, separating his black hair, which is long and unkept. His arms bear one natural plate, each with their own poison tips, and his claws. He also has shin and knee plats, but exposed underfoot.
History- As stated he was attempting to be an actor, and he and his girlfriend, were sitting at the park, when they were kidnapped. Both of them had undergone the morphing, but for Angeline, something went wrong. Her mind had snapped in her grief, and she was more like a doll, which Shade used in the wrongest of ways. In order to rescue her from this terrible fate, Chishio, killed her. A slice across her spine caused her to bleed out, but feel no pain whatsoever.

Afterwards, he was put into solitary confinement, until they realized, they could use him for assassinations. They forced him to evolve at that point, and his hands have been seeped in blood and poison.

Other- Chishio still tries to write, but his hands have become clumsy and difficult to hold a pen. So, he had turned to carving, his claws chiseled many small pebbles in his cells, ranging in small works of art.

Trainer Kat
January 13th, 2008, 06:07 AM
Name - Solitaire Evans
Age - 17
Gender - Female
Morph - Pikachu
Personality - Solitaire probably isn't the nicest Pokemorph you could find. The girl is stuck up and brash, and she can be susceptible to extreme mood swings, often resulting in accidental discharges of electricity. She's cute, and has a tendency to flirt to get her own way. While Solitaire may not warm up to you right away [and vice versa!], she is a good person, and will do anything for those she considers friends, however difficult it may be do achieve that status. Unlike the other morphs, Solitaire isn't opposed to the idea of having Pokemon and human genes.
Appearance- http://pictures.Fanart-Central.net/d/Dark_Assassin92/532103.jpg

Solitaire didn't receive many Pikachu genes, being that she is tiny, which explains why her only Pikachu characteristics are her ears and tail, as well as ability to discharge electricity. Standing at only 5'2" and weighing in at a mere 93 pounds, Solitaire isn't one for the front lines, but she can sure hold her own at a distance, using powerful electric blasts to demolish her enemies. After receiving the injection, Solitaire changed her wardrobe to mimic a Pikachu more.

History - Solitaire refuses to tell anybody, but from this simple fact alone, one can deduce that it must not have been pretty. This could account for why she isn't so opposed to being a morph.

Other - Solitaire can pick locks. She's also terrified of being in absolute darkness.

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 09:18 AM
There was heat. A stifling heat, that made Myste want to rip off her own flesh. It was too hot, too oppresive--and it never changed. Day after day she would feel like she was going to burst into flames, and night after night she felt as though she would freeze to death. If only she would. . .

The world she knew was not a nice one, however consistent it was. It wasn't one she would have every wanted anyone else to suffer through. She didn't choose this life. She didn't do anything to deserve it.

She was born, and that must have been her sin.

"Again." The command was monotone, controlled, but still somehow made the fur on her neck rise. Myste didn't want to do it again, but knew she would be punished if she didn't. . . She was so tired now, she wanted to return to her cell and curl up on the floor and sleep--

"I repeat; again."

Myste obeyed, focusing her mind on the world she could not see. The translucent jewel on her forehead flashed and glowed dimly, and in her mind she pictured the land. He picture was sketchy and greyscale; the sky and sand were black, and the lines that formed the shapes and objects were outlined white, but still a similar grey colour. It was a form of echolocation Myste had developed, and the Shade was pleased. They called it psycholoaction.

Her jewel dimmed; the image disappeared, but she knew where the boulder was now. She refocused her mind on it, and lifted, her arms rising slowly into the air--she could feel it's weight, it's texture, every small bump and crater. If Myste wasn't careful and she lost focus, it would crush her arms, even though she was ten feet away from it.

Now all she had to do was move it to the target that was painted onto a flat rock close to her 'trainer.' A portion of Myste's mind searched for it using another psycholocation blast, and she locked onto it. The boulder swung torwards it, and she let go; she heard the boulder landed on the target, bounced, and rolled off. Her long ears lowered, pressing themselves against her neck. The crunch of boots could be heard walking torwards her. She heard the air part as an arm sliced through it.

Myste was on the ground in the sand, bleeding from her left shoulder. Another blow hit her, a kick that almost broke her ribs. Two more hit the girl lying at her trainers feet, making her eyes well up with tears. She gasped for air, and was yanked up by her hair.

"You missed." His breath was foul, and Myste's oversensitive nose would have screamed if it could.

"I. . . I didn't mean--" A slap across the face silenced her.

"Don't do it next time." Myste was thrown to the ground, and she did all she could to keep herself from breaking down in front of the Shade member. The wind picked up, and grains of sand lodged in her cut and tangled in her fur. "Go back to your cell," he said, turning and walking away from her, "we'll resume you training tomorrow."

Myste liftd herself, wincing. Every little movement sent pain searing through her body. But, she was thankful, glad that she hadn't been hurt as badly as she usually was, and glad that she could go inside and wash the sand from her silvery fur. Her tail dragged behind her, leaving two groves in the sand that were soon covered. A storm was coming, which was probably the only reason that she was allowed to go it.

Myste's feet felt something quite different from the sand that cushioned her paws. It was cold, hard, tiled. She was at the base. The doors shut with a hissssssh behind her, trapping her inside. She could hear her footsteps and breathing echoing loudly. He ears even picked up the miniscule splash of her tears hitting the tiled floor.

She knew how to make her way along the dormitory corridors of the base without the help of her mind; she had lived in them since she was. . . changed. Changed into a hideous mockery of her old self, changed into a monster, a freak, a deformed partial-human. She hated the way she now walked (or limped, as she often did after her trainer was through with her), hated the way she now spoke, hated how she now had to wear ridiculous clothes, how she was tricked and betrayed, how she was used for sex, for spying, for hurting, for being someone else's target. She hated herself.

But that was her life.

The Espeon-Morph was at her door, and she felt around for the knob. Finally, her hand closed around it, and she entered. Myste heard it shut behind her with a soft click.

She had never used her psycholocation in her own room, but still had formed an image of what it was. A table was settled against the left wall, and on it were a few items; a brush, hair ties, papers and pens that she could no longer use, bottles of healing substances, bandages, and glasses that she could no longer see out of. She still wore them on occasion, as they reminded her of a time when she could still see (however poorly) and--though she didn't know it--looked nice on her.

To the right of that table was a door that led to a bathroom and showers that she shared with a few other 'Morphs that she didn't speak to. The back wall was bare, save for a screen and speakers that the Shade used to monitor and communicate with her. Torwards the right back corner was Myste's bed, a large circular indent in the ground with a round matress fit in it. Her bed was always unkempt; she couldn't see it, so why bother making it? A light hung over it, and a switch was on the right wall beside the bed. However, she rarely turned on the light. She didn't need it. She saw in her mind with her powers, a dark grey backdrop with colours in the shape of figures. The only time Myste saw anything 'clearly' was when she used psycholocation, and that was in black, grey and white, not to mention like a drawing by someone how never bother to erase.

The Espeon shook herself, and heard the sand hit the tiles--she didn't care. Someone would clean it up. Myste walked over to the table, picking up the bottle of. . . whatever it was. It stung badly, but helped her wounds heal faster. She used a cotton ball to apply it to her shoulder, then wrapped the shoulder up in cloth bandages. If only she had been taught how to heal herself. . .

Her bruises and other injuries throbbed, but there was nothing she could do about those. Myste picked up the glasses and placed them on her snout, then crossed the small room and stepped down into her bed. She would not be allowed to go to the cantine for dinner for another three hours, and what else was there to do but lay there?

Myste curled up in it, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of the sand still stuck in her fur. It would go away when she showered that night. Myste sighed, pulling her hair out of the loose bun she kept it in.

She bean to sing softly.

N-XIGE
January 13th, 2008, 09:46 AM
Name=Deric Cleru
Age =16
Morh =mightyena
looks= has white hair like dante, bear chested with siked chains round his wrists and neck, weas black jeans and boots Pointed ears and 2 fangs likes a vamPire Posses agility and strenght, changes to a werewolf like mightyena...
history= was released recently from shade maximum security because of his his animal like instincts and unPredictable rage
beware he kill without reason
thats the most he knows about himself...

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 09:50 AM
Heat, is a weapon to some. To others a torture, but for Chishio, it was a guide. He was outside of the complex as well, trying to survey his target despite the wavering air in front of him. His projectile was a massive boulder, small for most Nidoking morphs, but for Chishio, it was a challenge.

The target flickered in and out in the sandy hell he was trapped in, and with his scales trapping the burning heat, it seemed to be impossible. Gripping the rock with his poisoned claws, he heaved it up, and screamed out a roar as he flung it. It spiraled through the air, and Chishio could see it was going to miss.

He reacted quickly pulling his arm back again, and tossing it out like he was throwing again. A needle launched out from his hand and smashed into the rock, giving it some more power, to topple the red target.

The response from the trainer was a swift kick to his spine, sending him down. But the next kick was stopped by the chilling sound of clapping.

“Excellent work Chishio…” It was an officer, wearing his usual black attrite, despite the heat and sunlight.

“B-But sir, he interfered with the-“ The trainer yelled flustered.

“No, he did exactly what I needed from him. It is why he has such a excellent record.” The officer whispered grinning.
“You’ve struck five targets, that threatened Shade, and you killed every one. That is worth acknowledgement Chishio…”

The Nidoking morph only kept his head bowed, refusing to look up to the man. “Is their anything you have to say?” The officer whispered, goading the boy. There was a soft growl, as white fangs exposed themselves, and a harsh wheeze came out. “L-Let me go…”

The only response was a laugh, and a wave of his hand. “You’re being transferred to another unit, there is a morph who could use motivation, and perhaps someone with such experience can help you.”

“Send him to Sub Section D.”
“Aye sir!”

Nidoking was led to the building, and he easily found the room where he was told to go to. These dorms were shared by the morphs, something which Chishio regretted, but he opened the door, entering. A couple of showers, no curtains of course, A screen for monitoring, and other basics. Turning he heard soft singing in his ear, and he blinked, a silver Espeon morph was lying there.

Kansas
January 13th, 2008, 10:03 AM
"This time hit every target, Takashi." The trainer demanded.

It was another hot and miserable day in the desert for mid-day training. At least it was for the trainers. Takashi was half cactus... he didn't mind the heat or sand in the slightest. In front of him, dozens of smoldering targets sat placed through out the sand. The targets retreated underground and were replaced by twice as many new ones.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me, trainer." Takashi whined.

Takashi had an unusual relationship with his trainer. Though he was rough on Takashi, he didn't receive the same beatings or extreme ill treatment that the others seemed to receive. That being said, he was still hard on Takashi, constantly pushing him to fight hard.

"Do it." The trainer commanded.

"Fine fine fine" Takashi responded, waving his hand back to his trainer. He hunched over and flexed his muscles, causing multiple long green spikes to rip through his shirt. He pointed his arms out in front of him.

"Pin Missle!" Takashi yelled as a maelstrom of needles poured from his arms, filling the targets with hundreds of needles. Takashi retracted the needles back into his arm and tipped his hat back over his eyes, satisfied with his work.

"Good Takashi, we'll continue with ---" The trainer was cut off by a call on his radio.

"A sandstorm is approaching, bring the Cacturne morph back to base. If that storm hits while he's out there, he'll be at a clear advantage." The officer said on the other end of the radio.

"Understood." The trainer confirmed "Takashi, thats it for the day. Come on back."

"Aye, sir." Takashi replied, walking back to his trainer. Upon returning to the base, he immediately walked to the dormitory area, silently complaining to himself about the accommodations and time until it was time to eat. As he approached his door he saw the morph across the hall was also returning. A small Espeon morph girl, she was always quiet but Takashi attempted conversation every now and again. He reached his door and called to her before she was out of earshot.

"Oi, Myste!" He called as the door shut. He shrugged it off and walked into his room. Takashi's room was a simple room. A desk which contained things to take notes with and his cherished sewing kit with needles and assortments of thread colors. His bed lay in the corner, the mattress was riddled with puncture holes. A disgusting reminder of the days when Takashi could not control his powers. Next to it was the shower which was just as much for washing up as it was for "watering" himself since he was basically a walking plant...

Takashi took his shirt off and turned it facing him, inspecting the damage from today's training. He sat counting to himself and sighed in disappointment.

"26 holes today....ugh" Takashi complained out loud. He walked to the desk, snatching the needle and thread off his desk and plopping on his bed, cross legged. He sat the shirt in front of him and began to sew his holes closed until it was time to eat.

Minos Yewman
January 13th, 2008, 10:05 AM
How's this?

Tell me if I need to change it

Name- Orinon
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Morph: Tyranitar
Personality: Orinon is very afraid of not knowing what to do. He has grown used to being ordered around by Shade. He is very kind hearted although when he is angry he rampages like a Tyranitar destroying anything in his path.
Appearence- Looks like a Tyranitar but with a Human face and one Human arm. There are other human parts but none that are visible.
History- Having been a morph for as long as he can remember, Orinon has very little memory outside of his cell in Shade's base.
Other- Orinon is good at destroying things but not musch else. Normally the things that are destroyed are destroyed by accident.

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 10:14 AM
Chishio had just stepped past the door, when a Cacturne morph walked past him, all but ignoring him. Chishio watched the Cacturne in curiosity at first, noticing the busted cushion and the shirts he had ruined. He too had mauled more then one bed with his poison spikes, and sleeping was difficult on the floor, often since he would be balancing up on the spikes by accident.

He walked over to one of the small tables and sat down at it, turning his attention over to the Espoen, she was pale silver, and was the source of quiet, almost mournful singing. The Cacturne had said a name… Myste. He logged it into him, as he waited for the rest of the Den members to come. The last time he had been transferred to a shared room, he had accidentally gotten into a fight, by sleeping on someone else’s bed, and had been forced to live in solitary confinement.

capalex65
January 13th, 2008, 10:15 AM
Morgana was lying in her cell on the floor, seeing as there was no bed, no chair, no nothing…
They had removed everything in her cell because she had been defiant, after torturing her that is. She had been whipped, sliced in, target for other morph’s attacks, so she was extremely tired and very very hurt, had they not injected her with a drug to make the pain go away and speed her healing process up, she’d be screaming in pain and would be very close to death…

But, as she showed signs of power, and powerful psychic abilities, she was kept alive, but if she defied them again, she’d be punished like all the others, physically and mentally.. Essentially breaking her will so she wouldn’t fight against them, but obey their commands…

The following morning, two of ‘those’ people came into her cell and picked her up and carried her outside to the training areas, she was still wearing the same tattered shirt as last day because she hadn’t been able to do anything but lie on the floor, waiting to fall asleep.
She was dumped at the training course in the sand, rocks was scattered all over it. “Clear the rocks away from the field” one of the two persons said while looking down upon her “And don’t defy us like yesterday, unless you have a death wish” he added a few seconds after in a menacing tone.

Morgana slowly got up from the desert sand and was floating just above it because she had no legs, she slowly gathered as much power as she could, before attempting to move all the rocks at once.
Though failing, she managed to clear ¼ of them earning back the chair for her cell, and a slap for not doing it good enough…
The next time she tried, she managed to take ½ of what was left on the course and throw away from it, this earned her back the bed frame, but no mattress and a kick in the side for not being able to take them all..

She was tired after all, so she gathered her remaining strength and moved the rest of the rocks before collapsing completely, unable to do anymore, this earned her some kicks in the sides, a few cut wounds and some slaps across the face, but she couldn’t feel it, she was completely out cold.
She was carried back into her cell and thrown onto the bed, after clearing the training course; they had placed the chair, the bed frame, and the mattress into her cell again.

When she awoke the following evening she was sore all over and dragged herself to take a shower, to clean out the sand in her hair and on her body… And maybe it would ease her pain… It wasn’t known until she tried it…

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 10:23 AM
Name=Deric Cleru
Age =16
Morh =mightyena
looks= has white hair like dante, bear chested with siked chains round his wrists and neck, weas black jeans and boots Pointed ears and 2 fangs likes a vamPire Posses agility and strenght, changes to a werewolf like mightyena...
history= was released recently from shade maximum security because of his his animal like instincts and unPredictable rage
beware he kill without reason
thats the most he knows about himself...

How's this?

Tell me if I need to change it

Name- Orinon
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Morph: Tyranitar
Personality: Orinon is very afraid of not knowing what to do. He has grown used to being ordered around by Shade. He is very kind hearted although when he is angry he rampages like a Tyranitar destroying anything in his path.
Appearence- Looks like a Tyranitar but with a Human face and one Human arm. There are other human parts but none that are visible.
History- Having been a morph for as long as he can remember, Orinon has very little memory outside of his cell in Shade's base.
Other- Orinon is good at destroying things but not musch else. Normally the things that are destroyed are destroyed by accident.

((Ooc)) N-Xige and Minos Yewman, sorry, but it just. . . isn't quuuiiite at the level that we need.

Myste stopped singing immediately, the soprano note she had just been holding cut off short. She turned in the direction of the door, and could sense someone in the room, standing there and watching her. Her milky coloured eyes did not lock with theirs but rather fastened their gaze on the wall beside their head. The scent. . . Nidoking-Morph. The waves he gave off alerted her every sense. The way the air moved about him, the smells coming from him, his heavy breathing. . . He was smaller than most Nidoking-Morphs, she knew, though still taller than Myste (as she was only 5'0.) He had just been working outside, she could also tell. The sound of the sand stuck between his plates made a grinding noise that almost made her cringe.

The silence was overwhelming, and made her feel nauseous. Her ears pressed themselves against her back, and her tail wrapped around her protectively. He had to be here to hurt her. There was no other reason for him to be there. He was going to injure her worse than any other Shade had, tear her apart, abuse her. 'Morphs did share rooms sometimes, up to three in one small space, but Myste had never had to.

The Espeon-Morph began to tremble, her albino fur standing on end. She would have looked almost fuzzy and cute if it weren't for the wide-eyed look of fear that took hold of her face. Myste supressed a whimper, and scooted back as far as the ridge of the bed would let her. She pulled her knees to her chest, and wrapped her arms and tail about her. Why was he here, why was she going through this?

Zore
January 13th, 2008, 10:23 AM
Thrall sat, perched on a corner of his small bunk. Alone agian. Deep-seated habit made him sweep his eyes across the room, the small concrete cell almost entirely barren. Some light filtered in from a series of tiny holes in the wall, telling him it was at last day. They would come for him soon.

A sound caught his attention, boots, coming closer to the reinforced steel door of his cell. He stretched and curled father back into his bunk. The door opened and light streamed in, bright and flourescent. A man stood framed in the doorway, his features hidden by the light.

" Good morning Thrall," His voice was raspy and harsh, "How are we feeling?"

Thrall stared back at him silently.

"We have a big day today you know, and hopefully you will preform beytter than last night." The man's voice took on an amused tone, "We wouldn't want you to spend two nights in a row here"

Thrall followed the man silently, through the halls, past bloodcurdling screams, past horrors enough to haunt the nightmares of thousands. He barely batted an eye anymore. They arrived at Training room 71-D, Thrall entered, the man stood smiling at the door.

"Now proceed, eliminate the target." The voice of his 'trainer' over the intercom. Wonderful.

Thrall glanced around the room, it was well-lit and large. But it seemed empty. Reacting instinctively Thrall rolled foreward and narrowly avoided the blades of a scyther morph decending from the ceiling.

'So this is the game we're playing today.' he thought as he slipped into combat stance, his opponent staring back malevolently. His opponent lunged suddenly, but Thrall quickly prformmed a faint attack, fading out before slashing his opponents wings brutally.

The Scyther morph fell to the ground in pain, it's delicate wings shredded to ribbons by Thrall's sharp claws. Thrall hesitated for a moment, did not deliver a finishing blow. That cost him. The scyther kicked back blindly, it's sharp claws digging into Thralls leg and throwing him back. Thick, inky black blood began to rise from his cuts as his opponent rose and ran to finish him agian.

They fought for a short time, neither gaining an advantage. Thrall could not get close enough to attack without meeting a scythe, and the scyther could not managed to land a hit on the slippery Sableye morph. Finally Thrall saw his opening as the scyther over-extended on a lunge, he focused on his hand which surrounded itself in fire and delivered a devestating punch into the Scyther-morph's ribcage.

The scyther fell back, dead, the residual fire burning through its thick exoskeleton. Thrall stood panting, the scyther's green thick blood covering his arm to the elbow.

"Good, Good," The raspy man came back on the intercom, "He had been training for years longer than you, but had a bit of an attitude problem. I am very pleased, you may return to your normal room in sub section D."

Thrall merely nodded and limped out of the room and down the hall, his leg hurt abominably. 'Just another day in the life of a pokemorph'.

N-XIGE
January 13th, 2008, 10:29 AM
Cleru stood on all 4s he was to attack the kecleon though invisible , he ket moving closer till he was sure his muscles wuld allow him to lea that far and then suddenly he jumped landing on the kecleon pushing it to the groung.HE extended his nails to claws and them...blood was slashed around...his ears twitched he could hear something in the wind, immediately the guard announced take him to sectiom D a sandstorm is aroaching, if we leave him out here he will use the sand storm to his advantage and we will be almost defencless if not comletely.
sector D was quite clean from an animals point of view(u know what i mean] he saw a silver espeon and a cactus or something...he then aroached a nidoking and attemted to shake his hand...the nidoking left him hanging... there was a rumbling growl...

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 10:32 AM
Chishio heard the singing stop, and the Espeon seemed, tense. She was shivering now, as Chishio raised his ears listening to her, her breathing had gotten quicker, as if she was trapped somewhere. He stood again, his 5’6 frame grinding the sand out of the plates in his skins, as he walked over to the Myste. He knelt down and he held his hand above her shoulder, before he pulled it away. He simply looked her over now, seeing the injuries years of abuse she had to endure just like she had. Fr a moment his mind remembered… Laura, and how she had turned, when her body had formed a flareon. The pain she had told him, was agonizing…

He had taken the pain from her, forever… but… his heart regretted it so much.
“Are you okay?” He whispered down to Myste, his hand gently touching her shoulder.
(Page two is mine!)

Kansas
January 13th, 2008, 10:35 AM
"Its not much use, kid. You should probably leave her be for now. Can't you see she's terrified of you?" Takashi called from his cross legged sewing position on his bed. "These people treat her like dirt... she wont trust anyone. It'll take some time before she warms up to you I think. She hasn't even warmed up to me much yet." Takashi commented to the Nidoking morph without breaking attention from his sewing.

"Maybe you should try cleaning some of that sand from between your plates, she's got sensitive ears ya know..." Takashi said again to the Nidomorph, not meaning to be rude but just being straight forward as he had witnessed many attempts to connect with Myste through the years spent in this hell hole.

"So..." He began as he finally looked up from his sewing "A Nidoking morph, aye? Interesting. We seem to have the same spike problem. If you ever need, i can sew your clothes to better suit your abilities. I've got thread for all those colors." He said gently.

Offering to sew clothes was Takashi's extension of friendship. There weren't many ways to show appreciation among the condemned but Takashi did his best to at least retain some civility in the base.

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 10:45 AM
Cleru stood on all 4s he was to attack the kecleon though invisible , he ket moving closer till he was sure his muscles wuld allow him to lea that far and then suddenly he jumped landing on the kecleon pushing it to the groung.HE extended his nails to claws and them...blood was slashed around...his ears twitched he could hear something in the wind, immediately the guard announced take him to sectiom D a sandstorm is aroaching, if we leave him out here he will use the sand storm to his advantage and we will be almost defencless if not comletely.
sector D was quite clean from an animals point of view(u know what i mean] he saw a silver espeon and a cactus or something...he then aroached a nidoking and attemted to shake his hand...the nidoking left him hanging... there was a rumbling growl...

Myste jumped at his touch, whimpering. She closed her eyes, expecting a kick to her hip or a hand to her throat, but instead;

"Are you okay?"

No one asked if Myste was okay. That wasn't allowed, that wasn't accepted, it was something foreign to her--but. . . he wasn't hurting her.

She shrunk back more. It was only a matter of time before he would. The Espeon-Morph's head turned away form the Nidoking-Morph's, and her silvery, wavy locks hid her face. He fur bristled, she shook, she was frightened, she was still in pain. The should her touch was the one she had recently wrapped, but she didn't tell him. She could re-wrap it later, when he was through with tormenting her, after all. . .

But he had asked if she was okay. People who were going to hurt you didn't ask if you were okay.

She could hear Takashi trying to speak to the Nidoking-Morph, as he often tried to connect with her. But the words didn't make sense. the NidoKing-Morph wasn't hurting her, and this confused her to no end.

((Ooc)) Okay, this room is taken by Takashi, Myste and Chishio. Any other rooms may be shared between other members, and are all in the same hallway that Myste's Takashi's and Chishio's is. Remember, one bed, one table, and two bathrooms behind all the rooms the Morphs share. (The one door leads into a short hall containing two other doors that lead to the correct bathrooms.)

N-XIGE
January 13th, 2008, 10:49 AM
will u creeps shut up! cant u see someone is trying to take a nap!
And u small for size nidoking quit ur yapping. Bah he moved to the window and looked outside longing for his next outing...

capalex65
January 13th, 2008, 10:50 AM
Noises came into the head of Morgana, she rose up from the bed and looked around, hearing voices, one she thought, belonging to that Cacturne morph she’s seen plenty of times and she got off the bed…
She looked around out of her cell and heard something about clothes and thread, it wasn’t all clear to her and she blinked a few times to regain at least some of her sharp vision.
After the clearing of the training field she had taken a shower, not to cool off, but to clean her body, she had been lying almost an entire day on the yucky floor so she needed it. Just because she was a captive and most likely also a slave, she could try to keep at least some degree of dignity and civility…

Morgana was wearing the only other shirt she got, a less tattered one than the one she trained in. She looked out of her cell still and finally saw the Cacturne-morph and she could barely spot something in the corner of that cell, and then the figure of a Nidoking-morph, standing by whatever was in the corner of the cell.

“Excuse me…” she said to those in the cell across from hers “B-but do any of you have something to clean clothes with?”
The shades refused to wash her clothes like they did with so many others, they said that she’d have to do that herself, but she had run out, and not only was most of her clothes ruined, she only had two shirts left, both so tattered that they could fall apart at any minute…

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 10:52 AM
Chishio looked over to the Cacturne and then the Espeon as she began shaking and whipering. He lifted his shoulder seeing her fur bristled, and he caught the smell of pain on her sweat. He felt his eyes widen momentarily as he realized he must of caused her pain. He looked again at the shoulder as she turned her head away from him, seeing it bandaged. He gulped as he backed away, whispering “I’m sorry…” To her before he stood.

“Thank you, I… should have realized this before I had bothered her…” He looked at the Morph as he offered to sow his shirts. “No… it is fine… my shirt, it is mad of Iron wool… I have others… hopefully they give them back to me… if you wish, I can give you one of mine.” He offered trying to return the offer of friendship. He heard the warning on Takashi’s voice, and winced visibly. More pain to her, is that all Chishio could cause? “I… I shall take a shower then.” He whispered in his raspy accented voice. Made by a mouth still unuse to fangs that he had for years. He trundled quietly to the showers, and turned one on, cold, to reprimand himself for being so foolish.

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 10:52 AM
will u creeps shut up! cant u see someone is trying to take a nap!
And u small for size nidoking quit ur yapping. Bah he moved to the window and looked outside longing for his next outing...

N-Xige, sorry, but you were rejected. Can you please stop posting in this thread? And there are no windows in the base.

N-XIGE
January 13th, 2008, 10:53 AM
the annoying suprised look of the roomates surprised him... oh im in the wrong room.
my bad

Loki
January 13th, 2008, 10:59 AM
N-XIGE, you were rejected from this roleplay. Please do not post in this thread again, or you will recieve a red infraction for SPAM.

capalex65
January 13th, 2008, 10:59 AM
OOC: N-Xige, please leave this RP, you were not accepted and you are cluttering it with your posts, please stop and refrain from posting until you have been accepted. Thank you.

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 11:03 AM
Thrall stepped from the shower, clean and with a fresh bandage on his leg. He shrugged into the new regulation gray clothes left for him on the floor, defiantly pulling his bloody trench coat on over them. He glanced up as another morph entered the bathroom, oddly small and purple like himself.

"Hello." Thrall said quietly.


(Thrall, your not in the same Dorm as they are >.> Otherwise I'd be glad to post with you. )

Kansas
January 13th, 2008, 11:07 AM
"He must have had a hard time since he's been here... I should lighten up on him since i've been here longer" Takashi thought to himself as he watched the Nidoking morph leave for his shower. "Hey.. .Myste... He...he's not a threat, i think he's just confused. This may be asking a lot... but can you try giving him a chance? He wont do anything, and if he does..." Takashi didn't finish the sentence for he was cut off by a voice.

"Excuse me, B-but do you have anything to clean clothes with?" Takashi heard from the cell across the hallway. He tipped his hat up and peaked through the cell door. A girl was in at the other cell... a Gardevoir mix from the looks of her.

"I'm really sorry... my clothes don't get cleaned often either... but i think mine are in better shape than yours" Takashi said, looking at the black dress shirt still in his hands that he had taken off and sewed. "Here... take mine, I have others" He said cheerfully.

He extended a needle on the top of his wrist and wrapped the shirt around it. Then extended the needle far across the hallway with the shirt wrapped tightly. Upon its arrival he gave a small smile and shook the shirt loose into her cell.

"My names Takashi.... Cacturne and Meganium morph. You can keep the flower on the shirt... it suits you. I'll just grow more petals for my flower later." Takashi finished with a smile.

Young Stunna'
January 13th, 2008, 11:08 AM
Name- Dustyn
Age- 17
Gender- Male
Morph- Smeargle, Snorlax, Clefable, Murkrow
Personality- Very plump and lazy. Was very athletic, muscular, and energetic before the transformation at age 14. Sexually, he is a beast but his Clefable traits demasculate him. He loves art and loves to paint with his long, paint producing tail. He eats anything not meaning to and falls asleep at random times. Sometimes he randomly attacks and even explodes when he tries to use metronome.
Appearence- A 12 foot tall giant. Lots of body fat with a pink tint to it. Long, paint-dipped tail. Cone shaped ears. An artist hat (like smeargle has). 2 small black wings and a large yellow beak. His wing are so scrawny they are almost pointless, however they land attacks like Wing Attack and Bounce.
History- Born in Olivine Town, this extremely muscular guy was loved by everyone. He dated the gym leader, Jasmine, for about 2 months, right before the transformation. fter the transformation, he was held in a death camp near the base. Now all he wants is survival. He has teamed up with Ben, a Rhydon/pikachu, Josh, an ivysaur, and Keysha, a jigglypuff/mewtwo, who all try to escape
Other- accidentally falls asleep. digs to the underground sometimes...

Brad
January 13th, 2008, 11:27 AM
Brad was in his cell, lying on his bed. Jeopardy wasn't on at the moment. He was nearly asleep, bored out of his brains, and he didn't anything to think about. With 7 years in the hellhole he lived in, he had no more topifcs to philosiphize about. He wrote down his philosphies to stave off boredom. He was at the back room of a long hallway, isolated completely. He was given a nice bathroom, and a very comfortable bed, as well as TV and Internet. He never had an email- neither did anyone he knew, so he couldn;t contact others. Suddenly, the door to his abode opened. A woman called him out.
"Come, Brad. We have... an upgrade for you." said the woman. She shirked away- almost everyone feared Brad- he had cannons, and could easily kill anyone there.
"This better not be more frickin DNA... or I'll kill every single one of you. I only stay because of the luxuries, and the fact that I can't break through your walls." said Brad in a murderous tone. He really meant it- already he had formed a cannon in the palms of both his hands.
"No- just an upgrade... ulp." said the woman, frightened. She was of medium height, flat, and had brown hair. Brad closed the door to his room, and went down the hallway. No one had ever really seen him before, so many looked at him as he walked. There was one room, of an Espeon morph, a Nidoking morph, and a Caturne/Meganium morph. Brad wondered why they didn't have his luxuries- he almost felt bad. But then, he went down the stairs. He entered a dark room, with a doctors table, and one dim swinging bulb hanging from the ceiling. The door was creaky, the walls dilapidated- Brad knew it as the chamber where this had all started. This day, however, Brad was smarter. He quickly found the syringe, and a vial. The small container said "Nuclear Upgrade- INCREDIBLY POWERFUL. DO NOT ADMINISTER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE." Brad smiled, and quickly injected it into his arm. When the doctor got there, his mouth stood agape. He saw the vial, and screamed in terror- what Brad had just gained would be the end for anyone who opposed him. He now possesed nuclear weapons, only meant for him when the Shades started the infamous world war. The doctor got out another vial, but it was mislabeled. It said "Power Limiter" on it, but the chemical would actually make Brad immune to disease- ruining any discipline they could inflict upon him. Due to his armor, brad could not be whipped, or hurt in a physical fashion. Instead, they injected him with horrid diseases, often making him subordinate. After the chemical had fully Brad's veins, he walked to trainin. His female trainer was waiting there, she looked... horny. She had a fetish for morphs- Brad was no exception. Sheb was about 6'6", and had white, red and golden hair. Her skin was pitch black, and her eyes were a sapphire blue. She had a curvaceous form, and... noticeable breasts. She told Brad to fire his cannons- he did so. What would happen would be very bad for the Shades. A nuclear explosion happened, and so did a booming noise. Then, the targets disintegrated. The woman dismissed Brad, and he went back to his room, and went to sleep. Meanwhile, the woman reported this to a superior.

"S-sir, Brad... has... NUKES..." said the woman frailly.
"WHAT!!! How... oh ****! Lock his room! He knows! If he gets out, we are all dead... crap... we never should have made that serum. He probably injected it before the doctor came in." said the silhouette worriedly. Unbeknownst to them, Brad, using various DNA's of his, heard every word. He smirked.
"HAH! Stupid overseers. I shall kill them all... they do not now my power any longer. The reckoning shall be upon them soon enough." thought Brad excitedly. When he got to his room, he sat down, and watched Jeopardy. It was Brutal Jeopardy- his favorite. He, in his fervor, did not hear the walls being reinforced with more metal, concrete, metal again, and special forcefields. However, he would find his chance to escape soon enough.

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 11:31 AM
Name- Dustyn
Age- 17
Gender- Male
Morph- Smeargle, Snorlax, Clefable, Murkrow
Personality- Very plump and lazy. Was very athletic, muscular, and energetic before the transformation at age 14. Sexually, he is a beast but his Clefable traits demasculate him. He loves art and loves to paint with his long, paint producing tail. He eats anything not meaning to and falls asleep at random times. Sometimes he randomly attacks and even explodes when he tries to use metronome.
Appearence- A 12 foot tall giant. Lots of body fat with a pink tint to it. Long, paint-dipped tail. Cone shaped ears. An artist hat (like smeargle has). 2 small black wings and a large yellow beak. His wing are so scrawny they are almost pointless, however they land attacks like Wing Attack and Bounce.
History- Born in Olivine Town, this extremely muscular guy was loved by everyone. He dated the gym leader, Jasmine, for about 2 months, right before the transformation. fter the transformation, he was held in a death camp near the base. Now all he wants is survival. He has teamed up with Ben, a Rhydon/pikachu, Josh, an ivysaur, and Keysha, a jigglypuff/mewtwo, who all try to escape
Other- accidentally falls asleep. digs to the underground sometimes...

((Ooc)) Sorry, Dragonitexchaos, but Syn's actually going to close down the RP. There are no further sign-ups allowed.

"Hey.. .Myste... He...he's not a threat, i think he's just confused. This may be asking a lot... but can you try giving him a chance? He wont do anything, and if he does..."

Myste turned her off-centre gaze torwards Takashi. "I. . . I didn't mean for him to. . . " They were the first words she had said te the Cacturne-Meganium-Morph in over a week. "I-I didn't mean t-to make him feel bad. . . "

She 'looked' at the door the Nidoking-Morph had gone through, and felt his sadness. Had she really hurt another, instead of being hurt? Myste wanted that least of all. Her jewel dimmed and stopped glowing altogether. She had hurt him, at least his feelings. Myste felt even worse than before, but she knew what she could do; she would send him more relaxed emotions and take his into herself.

"I'll a. . . apologize to him," She murmured, lowering her head. "And I'm sorry I've been th. . . this way to you. . ." The Espeon-Morph truely was sorry. But, they all frightened her. Any one of them could easily hurt her, and she was sure they would, eventually. That was how things worked. Even if they're friends, they would still harm you in time.

" . . . can keep the flower on the shirt... it suits you. I'll just grow more petals for my flower later."

Myste sniffed the air, not even raising her head. It was a Gardevoir-Morph, and Myste kept her head down, hoping it would leave. . . But it was a psychic too. Instantly, she tried to shut her mind, as she had been trained to do around other psychics, but her thoughts made that impossible. . . Takashi's request, the Nidoking-Morphs kindness, his sadness, her own fear. . .

This place was Hell.

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 11:41 AM
He was showering, pulling his plates up, letting them course to his under skin. This raw flesh, was almost laughable, it would burn under any harsh exposure, like excess sand and such. But, he was beyond caring. He grabbed his shoulder, and lifted that plate up, showing his reputation. Five scratches, Five missions, and five kills. And underneath that was another fainter one. He gave it to himself with one of Laura’s claws. A reminder, of his sins.

Gulping again, he finished showering letting his black hair run down past his armored face. His mouth opened next letting his teeth wash out from the grime of life and hell. He spat before he shook his head out, letting water splash around him, before he shut off the water. He walked out of the room, and saw a line going across the hall, with a shirt. Takashi… was a kind soul wasn’t he? He went to the third unoccupied bed, where he sat, laying back onto the wall, the moonstone affixed to his head glinting quietly. He glanced at the espoen, and sighed with his nostrils.

Brad
January 13th, 2008, 11:51 AM
After Jeopardy, Brad went out, and saw the new "improvements" to his room. Obviously, he wanted to see others- although he was antisocial, he was also curious, and needed to know who was who. He saw the room of three again, and called out to the Cacturne-Meganium morph, and the Espeon morph.
"Who are you? Hwo are conditions in your cells? I am Brad. I live down the hall. I'm a morph of many Pokemon. I live alone, and have never seen any of you before today. I am curious- how goes your lives? They fear me- pathetic Shades. " asked Brad. He awaited a response- he was truly curious about how things went in the other cells, and the lives of the others. He didn;t want companionship- he'd never open up. He just wanted to know. He had always loved knowing everything there was to know.

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 11:57 AM
((Ooc)) Remember, people, three paragraphs minimum. xD

Myste could feel him glance at her. She glanced back, using psycholocation to see where he was. The Nidoking-Morph sat on a bed, obviously deep in thought. The Espeon-Morph rose silently, quietly padding over to him. She could hear him sigh. Her tail swished, and she shook slightly, before reaching out and placing a velvety paw on his arm. "I. . . I'm s-sorry. . . " Myste said in a half-whisper, her clouded eyes accidentally focusing on his forehead rather than his own eyes. Her ears twitched nervously. He hadn't hurt her so far, even after she had made him upset. . .

Myste's shoulder still stung, but she ignored it. She would bandage it after she finished apologizing.

"I didn't mean to. . . upset you, sir. . . " She called him 'sir' out of politeness and respect. She could feel the scars on his body, ones that were so similar to her own.

"It. . . I. . . I. . . I apologize."

It was the most Myste had ever said to someone she hadn't known for at least four months. She took her hand away and remained sitting beside him on the bed, waiting for either and answer or an insult.

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 12:04 PM
(Ooops!)

Chishio blinked when he felt an arm, soft and gently touch his arm. It was Myste, her clouded eyes focused on his moonstone and horn. He was about to comment on it, but he noticed how, absent her eyes were, “You did not cause my sadness, I caused my own.” He whispered softly “I am however, sorry. I accidentally touched a wound… I should have noticed the bandages. “

“I am not worth the title, ‘sir.’ I have… done too much for that. Call me by my old name… Chishio.” He murmured, his fangs clinking gently in his mouth, as he spoke the longest time, he had before his… change.

As she sat next to him, he inspected the shoulder; it was poorly made, her bandage, and needed to be fixed. Crossing his legs, he brushed some of the black hair from his eyes. “If you wish, I could properly care for your wounds… your… pain is tainting your sweat.”
Almost as much as her fear taints her mind it seems…
“Also… are you blind?” Blunt.

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 12:30 PM
Refix her. . . bandage? He was offering to help her, instead of. . . of the alternative. She weighed the situation in her mind, testing out the idea of another person helping her. It would make her feel better, as Myste couldn't see what she was doing, only feel.

"That would be a great help," she said, a smile almost breaking through her shell. "I. . . thank you so much, Chishio."

Myste twisted and reached behind her, picking up a long strip of cloth and some ointment. As she faced Chishio again, she felt him burning with a question.

"Also. . . are you blind?" He inquired. She laid the objects down between them.

She was hesitant, but still answered. "Yes, I am. . . I was born with poor eyesight, though, so it really doesn't matter that they. . . took away my vision. It was for my own good, they said."

Myste used her teeth to create a tear in the bandages she had put on herself, then removed it gently, exposing the fresh wound to the cold air. She could smell the abnormally-strong scent of the blood had caked on her albino fur, and winced as the last of the cloth was removed.

"Who are you? Hwo are conditions in your cells? I am Brad. I live down the hall. I'm a morph of many Pokemon. I live alone, and have never seen any of you before today. I am curious- how goes your lives? They fear me- pathetic Shades. "

Myste tensed, her ears backing and her tail stiffening. Panic threatened to take hold of her mind once more.

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 12:40 PM
He nodded at her, pleased she was accepting his help. He took the bandages from her and ointment. Watching her expose a sharp puncture wound and he winced. “What did they do to you…?” He murmured. He smiled at her again reassuringly. “I’m very glad to help Myste…”

He wheezed as he took a breath, his fingertips gently moving the fur away from the wound, and getting blood on them. “Let me get some water… this wound has sand in it.” He was about to stand when… Something was beginning to speak to them. He felt Myste begin to quiver, terrified for some reason, and he held her hand. “Easy…” he whispered, a click sounding as he bounced his fangs together by accident. He left her briefly, getting some water in his hands.

He came back and began washing her shoulder of blood and muck, letting the blood stain his own scales. After that, with reassuring whispers, he cleaned the wound itself with the ointment, before he tightly wrapped it. “Its tight, but for a reason okay?”

capalex65
January 13th, 2008, 01:15 PM
Morgana smiled and took the shirt she was offered “Thanks” she said and looked at the Cacturne-morph named Takashi “My name is Morgana…” she said still smiling, if it could be called a smile. It seemed more like a pathetic attempt to be optimistic, but she was optimistic, she wanted to escape, she wanted to live, and to be free…

She pulled off her shirt, revealing her upper body, of course after turning her back to the others so her hair covered it, and pulled on the new shirt she’d gotten from Takashi. Surprisingly enough, it was a perfect fit and was both soft, and stylish. It seemed that Takashi was a very good stylist and was good with needles and thread…

After having put it on, and waited till some of the commotion had passed, she turned around, and asked, “How do I look?” to the ones in the cell across from hers, she didn’t have anyone to share her cell with, so she was lonely a lot, which had a tendency to make her sad, which in turn made her performances worse, in the end resulting in punishment and more sadness, essentially creating an evil circle…

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 01:44 PM
"How do I look?"

The Gardevoir-Morph had apparently received a shirt from Takashi. Myste realised how kind Takashi always was, how despite all he went through, he still managed to make others happy, or at least try. The shirt did fit the 'Morph well, and Myste thought she should tell her. . .

She wanted to say it, but she didn't know what to say. Myste froze up again, her fear almost overcoming her logic. But, no. . . she should stay calm. They wouldn't hurt her, hopefully. . . and if they did, there was nothing she could do about it.

It looks nice. . . she tried to say to the Gardevoir-Morph mentally. However, Myste was still too panicked to actually get out the words. She hoped that the other 'Morph understood the feelings that Myste sent to her mind. Maybe the other 'Morph would be able to see past the jumbled feelings of fear and sense Myste's approval. . . Maybe not. At least Myste had tried.

Thalen
January 13th, 2008, 02:03 PM
He looked over to the Morph in the other cell. She looked.. remarkably human still, and he smiled at her, his fangs looking threatening despite his kindness. “It does look good,” He said.
He felt a tingle in his mind as some sort of psi wave was sent, and he closed one eye ignoring the slight pain. The poison which served as his blood, made him weak to excess energy, so he could feel… Mystes message.

“You are talented,” He said to the Cacturn. “Have you been doing this the entire time when you were hear?

capalex65
January 13th, 2008, 02:23 PM
Morgana got a mixed message from across the hallway, it seemed to be an Espeon-morph trying to tell her something, from what she could get she liked the way it looked, but was afraid to say anything…

‘Don’t be afraid’ she said to the Espeon-morph telepathically and smiled ‘I won't hurt you’, sending a feeling of optimism along with the message, hoping that it would help the Espeon-morph to be a little happier, if she could, she would definitely take care of her, she had that… Scared but friendly feeling about her, maybe would like someone to take care of her, who knows?..

‘What is your name?’ Morgana asked her ‘Mine is Morgana, oh, and if there is anything I can help you with, just tell me and I’ll do my best’ again she sent that feeling of optimism..

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 04:38 PM
The Gardevoir-Morph replied to Myste telepathically, which surprised her. She hadn't expect the 'Morph to be able to even understand what Myste had tried to say. And then there was the sense of optimism that somehow worked it's way into her mind, and she felt calmed, however slightly.

'I am Myste. . .' The Espeon-Morph replied, feeling Morgana's concern. She had no reason to be concerned about Myste, however, and that confused her to no end. . .

'. . . and if there is anything I can help you with, just tell me and I’ll do my best' Morgana told Myste. Myste blinked. The one thing she wanted wasn't even possible. It was nothing more than a dream for all of the trapped 'Morphs, a story, a fable.

She wanted to escape.

"No, there's. . . there's not much we can do. I'll be okay."

capalex65
January 13th, 2008, 05:01 PM
Morgana smiled and teleported from her own cell into Myste’s cell, if only she could teleport outside, but the Shades had placed a blockade preventing teleportation to the outside…

She sat down next to Myste “I know what you want more than anything” she whispered to her so the others wouldn’t hear it “You want the same as the rest of us do… To escape… Right?”

A quick look at Myste’s eyes told Morgana that she was blind, another thing that made Morgana feel angry at the Shades, they had deliberately made her blind, and robbing her of the sight she once had was cruel, but doing it for their twisted sick and disgusting experiments was just over the edge, if Morgana ever got out of here, she would blow the brains out on every single one of the Shades as well as destroy their compounds…

She hated them, she didn’t like them, and she most certainly didn’t like what they did to people…
At an age of 14 when being captured she was turned into a Ralts-morph and had since evolved, changing forms, at first, she had gotten Ralts’ arms and rather fragile frame, then when she evolved, she gained her human arms back, and in turn got Kirlia’s legs, and when she finally evolved to become a Gardevoir-morph, she lost her legs in favor of the legs (Or lack there of) that a Gardevoir had…
She hated it at the beginning, but she had grown used to it and could now conceal the lower of her body as a dress if she ever got the right clothes to make it seem like one…

charizard_maa
January 13th, 2008, 05:32 PM
A fury of flames were shot at a fast rate but soon a whirlwind came out and gather up the flames and then shot it upward and then began to wrap around an absol pokemorph. The flames and wind didn't hurt the absol pokemorth at all. He was dressed in baggy clothing and just stare at the combusken pokemorph. It was then beginning to charge at the absol morth.

Mikel just stood there with his shield made up of flames and wind. He had used Razor Wind to help gather up the flames. He could feel the warmth of the flames against his fur and the light from the flames lite the dark chamber. Mikel could see the combuskin morph running at him with a glowing claw. Mikel could tell that the morph was going to attack Mikel with a SkyUppercut. Mikel knew that this attack would do a lot of damage to himself if the let that attack hit him. Still Mikel knew that this match was done.

The combusken morph was only a matter of feet from hitting MIkel but Mikel just waved his hand and spinned around releasing the combination of Flamethower and Razor Wind from his control and rushing at the combuskin morph. The flaming bird pokemorph jumped up but soon the wind and flames followed and trapped the combuskin pokemorph. The pokemorph let out a yell of pain as the flying and fire attacks ripped off feathers from the combuskin morph. Soon the wind and flames dispense and the combuskin morph fell to the ground with a soft thud. The combuskin morph just laid there unable to countinue the fight.

Mikel had already began to walk away from the scene. This dark and cold chamber was nothing new to him. ALmost daily he is here being force to battle others like himself just for amusement. He could see faces from a window that loomed high above him. Still he didn't mind. NOthing really matter to him. These kind of things always happen to him and it made no difference.

"That was good Mikel." said a Shade to the absol pokemorph. He then smiled and said, "Take a rest for the day."

Mikel nodded and didn't even look at the Shade. He then walked up the cold stairs to his room. MIkel was walking on to his room. The hallway was dark which he didn't mind and it was cold but that was not a problem too. Still he pasted the room that was next to his and heard the words 'escape'.

Mikel stopped for a moment and then walked on. He then walked on but stopped again once he knew that he couldn't be seen from the doorway. MIkel for some reason didn't know why the word 'escape' had made him stop. He just stood there to hear more.

Psychotic_Demon
January 13th, 2008, 05:56 PM
The scent of singed fur reached Myste, and she tensed, her tail bristling. Someone was out there. . . what if they were going to report this little meeting to the Executives? Would they be punished severely? Would they be killed? Perhaps death would be better than living here. . .

'There's someone out there," Myste said, her extra-sensitive nose easily picking up the smell. She too had smelled of flames and fire before. It certainly was not a nice feeling. Myste backed her ears, and the jewel brightened. She did not want to be caught, not when so many others shared her dream. . .

The person still hadn't moved. They apparently were listening in, most-likely obtaining information on them. Who each one was, why they were all there. . . It wasn't fair. Everyone had ended up in this room by chance. They weren't planning an escape. . .

But they should, Myste realised.

Brad
January 13th, 2008, 06:05 PM
Brad had telepathicalyl heard the whole conversation,. and stepped outside his room. Obviously,v everyone was gathering in one room, and Brad knew he had to get in on the escaping action.

"Um... yeah. I'm Brad. I can help us escape, if you want. Although I have luxuries, they are starting to try and subdue me- I won't stand for anymore torture. I have had so muich DNA pumped into my veins- its amzing how I kept my humanity. Anyways, I could easily destroy these bars with my cannons- you may want to stand back. I can also kill all the guards, they fear me so much. Luckily, they haven't locked me in. If you want to discuss privately, I have telepathy for all the Psychic morphs. Anyways, anyone want to... escape?" said Brad calmly. He waited for a response from the other morphs. He had taken a huge leader role. His isolationism would have to be subdued for the moment.

Kansas
January 13th, 2008, 08:26 PM
"Who are you? Hwo are conditions in your cells? I am Brad. I live down the hall. I'm a morph of many Pokemon. I live alone, and have never seen any of you before today. I am curious- how goes your lives? They fear me- pathetic Shades. " A strange morph... many mixtures inquired into their cell.

Takashi glared at him apprehensively and without fear of tearing another shirt, let his needles grow long. This was both a defense and a way to show he was ready to fight. Despite Takashi's normally kind nature, something about this morph wasn't comforting at all. His eyes were filled with malice. Takashi stepped in front of Myste, being sure he was in the way between the large morph and her.

"I'm Takashi... Takashi Tomoyo, Cacturne and Meganium morph." Takashi said no more, if the beast of a morph wished to find more, it would no doubt be in a much different scenario. Takashi turned to his bed, retracting his needles and propped against the wall, pulling his hat over his eyes when he heard the Nidoking morph and Myste talking. He couldn't believe it. Takashi tipped his hat back up, and observed the two. For the first time in so long, Myste was opening up. Takashi almost felt a wave of jealously that it wasn't towards him after all this time, but quickly regained himself, simply being happy that the morphs seemed to be finding a small bit of happiness. But this wasn't enough, they deserved to be truly free and happy. His thoughts were cut off by the Gardevoir morph

"How do I look?" she called across the hall.

Takashi looked up, and smiled at her again. "It looks great" He said in a calm tone. "Don't worry about returning it, you can keep it" He said in the usual soothing tone of voice.

The moment was cut off again by another voice, this time in his cell. It was the Nidoking morph again. “You are talented,” He said “Have you been doing this the entire time when you were here?"

Takashi looked up from underneath his hat, stunned for a moment that someone had acknowledged his sewing, the question forced a weak smile from Takashi, someone was interested in his skills that didn't involve ripping things to shreds.

"Yes." He responded. "As Myste can probably also tell you... I haven't always been able to control these needles as well as i can now. The Shade stopped giving me new clothes because i went through so many. So if i wanted to look presentable... i had to learn to do this. It quickly became a hobby since my body grows my needle supplies...The flower...is different, the petals grow out of my wrists. So... i clip them and try to turn them into a bit of art of my shirt." He explained to the Nidoking morph. "By the way...I don't think i've caught your name quite yet. My name is Takashi...and of course this here is Myste." He said motioning to her. "We've been in the place for quite a long time."

Takashi's attention shifted back up to the bars. The giant morph was still looming over them, Takashi was astounded at how his presence had escaped his own senses. The morph surprised Takashi though... in a positive way. He suggested escaping. For the first time. Someone had seriously suggested escaping. Takashi sat in silence for a moment, thinking of consequences.

"Well, Brad, Breaking out isn't the problem really. I think a majority of us can destroy these bars. Getting the weaker of us out, and safely through the desert while evading the SRF, who have tactics to bring down each of us. You may be powerful, but you can't be so naive as to think they created you and made you this powerful without a way of shutting you down. "Takashi spoke with a serious tone. "An escape plan requires serious thought and preparation. How about we all meet again later, during meal time. Its not safe to discuss this right now... not with the cell monitors on the walls." Takashi finished, using one of his vines to tilt his hat back over his eyes.

charizard_maa
January 13th, 2008, 09:12 PM
Mikel just stood there away from the door and the view of the people inside the room. He had no idea of what was inside the room but he didn't mind. If there was a psychic type pokemorph inside the room then they will have a hard time reading his thoughs since he was a dark type pokemorph and his genes kept that from happening. Still Mikel just stood there. He had no idea why he was just standing there but the word escape was making him think.

Still it seems like they were talking. Just talking about things. Still the word escape was used again but by a different voice. This voice Mikel could tell belong to a male and he had said, "Um... yeah. I'm Brad. I can help us escape, if you want. Although I have luxuries, they are starting to try and subdue me- I won't stand for anymore torture. I have had so muich DNA pumped into my veins- its amzing how I kept my humanity. Anyways, I could easily destroy these bars with my cannons- you may want to stand back. I can also kill all the guards, they fear me so much. Luckily, they haven't locked me in. If you want to discuss privately, I have telepathy for all the Psychic morphs. Anyways, anyone want to... escape?"

MIkel just thought that all of this talk from this 'Brad' person was worthless. It not like it matter to him but Mikel knew that the Shade Base was made out of hard stuff from his constant battles from inside the complex. He have seen a Machamp pokemorph bary leave a dent on a wall in a battle and Mikel knew this since he was there and was knocked out from that punch later on. Still this talk about them fearing this Brad character was just something that Mikel counted as talk. ALso this thing that was a cruel plan is too weak to Mikel.

Mikel wanted to leave when he heard something about needles and clothes but Mikel wanted to stay a bit longer. This word escape seemed strange to Mikel and still the female voice that had said it hadn't said anything again. MIkel wanted to hear what this female had to say before leaving. So Mikel just stood there waiting away from the sight of the others.

capalex65
January 13th, 2008, 11:55 PM
After hearing what Brad said she calmly replied: “And how do we know that you aren’t just plotting to get what ever little resistance there is down?”
She didn’t particularly like him… Nor did she like how he bragged about his power, and the fact that he had LISTENED in on her conversation with Myste didn’t suit her either, in fact, she hated that he spied on them
‘Myste, if he tries anything, I am quite sure that Takashi and I will do our very best to protect you’ she told Myste telepathically ‘Oh… Myste, you do seem to have tremendous power lying inside you… But it seems to be sleeping’ Morgana said to her after a minute or so, having used the minute to scan everyone in these cells…
“Takashi” she whispered “If anything happens, are you in on protecting Myste with our own lives at stake?” the reason she whispered was so that only herself, Myste and Takashi would be able to hear it.

Morgana loved her new shirt, and after receiving it, she analysed Takashi’s behavior and personality pattern, and thought that he had a brother-sister relationship with Myste, trying to protect her, and truth be told, Morgana saw Myste as a sister that needed to be protected, so she would do everything in her power to do so, not for Takashi, but for Myste…

Brad
January 14th, 2008, 09:06 AM
"To assure your doubts, my only goal is to kill all the Shades with my own powers, without any help. Once I can find a good way to kill them, I can tell you guys. you can escape, and I'll stay back to fight reinforcements. I guarantee I will die before you die if the overwhelm me. I just want to get out, and, although empathy, or even caring for others, rarely comes to me, I just think that if I escape, why cant you? And about the telepathy, I onyl heard a few small tidbits about people crowding. I'm rusty with my telepathy anyway. To assure your doubts about them fearing me, just see the weapon holes in my walls. I am far too violent for them to control. From the beginning of my incarceration, I have been trained as a subhuman death machine- and I have gone along with it, in hopes of destroying the Shade's one day. Not all of them fear me- just those who are lower in rank. The superiors still have influence over me. If you'll excuse me, I have to go train. The superiors want to hurt me. Seems they ain't too happy about my most recent acquistion. See you all sometime eventually." Brad said in a monotone manner. He walked down the stairs, and went to a large room. They had robots- Brad's most formidable opponent.

Before they could even issue him an order, he went to destroy the robots,; he knew what they would do to him if he did not destroy them. He blasted, shot, slashed, pucnhed, and a few fell. But as the waves came in to the room, Brad found himself outnumbered. Eventually, they overpowered him, and he blacked out. However, he woke up to electrocution, and spikes being driven into him. He was on the Crossbot- their favortie method of torturing Brad. They kept hitting him with mortar shells, and eventually, they let Brad fall off. He barely made it to the hallway. He tried to talk to the others, but he collapsed on the floor. He had holes in his back, blood gushing from him, and he lay there, defeated. The superiors had gotten him again, after so long of him being in control. As he collapsed, one amn came up and told everyone that this would happen to them if they rebelled. As Brad heard it, he cringed. He was always the beta test for every bad thing they inflicted upon the others- that is why he wanted to destroy the Shades, to eliminate that nagging guilt inside of him. He would get revenge... someday...

Kansas
January 14th, 2008, 09:35 AM
"Such killing intent...I'll trust him for now. As far as getting out of this base is concerned. But one false move from this guy and i'll make him look like swiss cheese." Takashi thought to himself without saying a word as the giant morph spoke to them.

As Brad left for his training, Takashi watched him lumber down the halls through unblinking eyes, narrowed under his cap. He hated showing this side of himself to others but sometimes it couldn't be helped. As Brad finally turned the corner out of sight, he relaxed his body and mind, finally feeling at ease without Someone sitting over him, watching him from outside. He stood up, and reached under his bed, pulling out a new black dress shirt from underneath it. He pulled the shirt on in silence but as he buttoned it up, he heard a whisper from across the hall. It was Morgana, she was quiet the intelligent psychic, knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear her speak to him through psychic powers due to his dark type.

“Takashi, If anything happens, are you in on protecting Myste with our own lives at stake?” She said softly.

Takashi smiled to himself, and leaned with his back against the bars in a very 'cool guy' fashion. He finished buttoning his shirt and tilted his head up, looking at the ceiling then shifted his gaze, looking at Chishio and Myste. Something about Chishio... he had gotten Myste to open up more than Takashi ever could after years of trying. He smiled at the two, then returned his gaze to the ceiling, finally answering Morgana.

"Morgana...Of course i'm in on protecting Myste with my life. But not just Myste. I'll protect you. I'll protect Chishio. I'll even protect that big arrogant giant, Brad. You all deserve better than this. I'll make sure no one hurts any of you. Consider that a promise. My concern isn't escaping this place, Its just making sure that you all survive and enjoy the freedom you deserve. And I'll pull out every ability in my arsenal to make that happen. And besides... I've been learning a few techniques on my own... without my trainer's knowing. They're in for a surprise when we finally make our move. One things for sure, when we make our escape. Before they even get close to hurting any of you, they'll remember Takashi's last stand." He whispered back to her, grinning. He gave her the 'cool guy' thumbs up and crossed his arms, sighing heavily.

charizard_maa
January 14th, 2008, 12:27 PM
Mikel just stood there in the cold and darkness of the hallway that made up the cell-like living spaces that he and others have been force to live in. He just stood in the darkness of the hallway letting his black skin blend into the shadows while his white fur just didn't match but instead took a gray shading. It seems like there was still talk within the room he was listening in too. To what Mikel could tell it almost felt like arguing.

“And how do we know that you aren’t just plotting to get what ever little resistance there is down?” said the voice that Mikel reconize as the one that caught his attention with the word 'escape'. It seems like this pesron was questioning the cruel plan that this Brad person came up with.

This Brad person then began to speak as if he sounded smarter then he really is, ""To assure your doubts, my only goal is to kill all the Shades with my own powers, without any help. Once I can find a good way to kill them, I can tell you guys. you can escape, and I'll stay back to fight reinforcements. I guarantee I will die before you die if the overwhelm me. I just want to get out, and, although empathy, or even caring for others, rarely comes to me, I just think that if I escape, why cant you? And about the telepathy, I onyl heard a few small tidbits about people crowding. I'm rusty with my telepathy anyway. To assure your doubts about them fearing me, just see the weapon holes in my walls. I am far too violent for them to control. From the beginning of my incarceration, I have been trained as a subhuman death machine- and I have gone along with it, in hopes of destroying the Shade's one day. Not all of them fear me- just those who are lower in rank. The superiors still have influence over me. If you'll excuse me, I have to go train. The superiors want to hurt me. Seems they ain't too happy about my most recent acquistion. See you all sometime eventually."

Mikel then heard footsteps and he took a few step to be a bit closer to the wall. he then watch as a large and could be called a monsterous creature of a pokemorph then enter the hallway that Mikel was in. To Mikel this creature must have been the one named Brad since his apperence matches the way he was talking about himself. Mikel didn't breath at all because he knew that this person could see him if he did turn around. This tall looming creature then walked towards the stairs and didn't even play heed to Mikel. The absol pokemorph just stood there and was somewhat relieve that he wasn't seen.

MIkel then stepped up abit to be able to listen in on the conversation a bit better but to still be unseen. it seems as if there was still more talking. There seem to be a bit but it was unheardable by Mikel who was standing so far away from them. Mikel then closed his eyes and decided that this was enough. It seems like the only thing that had caught his intrest was the word 'escape'. It was a silly thing that had caught his attention and he should have dismiss it. MIkel then countinue walking to his cell-like room which was next door to the one that he was listen on to.

Mikel walked into his room and took the bed that was closer to the door. The beds had been made to be bunk beds and one in the far corner. The two bunk beds were close to the door and Mikel took the bottom bunk. He remember one day that the two that Mikel shares this room with had argue about who gets the single bed. Mikel thought it was pointless and just simply took the bottom bunk. He knew that he had no time to talk about such stupid things.

Mikel just laid in his bed but one thing kept on coming to his head. Escape. What did it truely mean. He had only read the word escape once and that was in a book but never understood what it could mean really to him. MIkel roll in his bed to have his back to the wall and allowed his sharp blade-like tail softly wag against the cold wall to make very soft scartching noises on the wall.

Thalen
January 14th, 2008, 12:41 PM
Chishio blinked as the Gravdia morph from across the hall, teleported next to him and Myste. They began communicating with their minds again, and he wined feeling his blood hurt. He shivered and moved sideways letting them have space, so his he wouldn’t hurt.

He heard Brad, and he recognized him immediately. One of the duties he had when he was in solitary confinement, was to help restrain the multi mixed beast. Listening to his comment abut humanity, he snored. Brad was truly a beast; the human in him was… nothing but a terrible beast of cunning.

He shivered again and looked at Takashi, he seemed… edgy as much as Chishio did. For good reason. Closing his eyes he sighed as Brad moved on, He listened, faintly as Morgana and Takashi talked, and he opened his eyes. “I don’t need protection Takashi… But thank you.” He whispered softly, as he stood up, and walked over to him. So that was the plan… a sacrifice. “I won’t let you die here alone…”

capalex65
January 14th, 2008, 12:48 PM
Morgana smiled to Takashi ”If you’ll protect me, then i will certainly protect you too” she said in her velvety soft voice. “I have a few tricks up my sleeves as well” she then said after a short pause, and she most certainly did, she was capable of shutting down a humans mind with her powers, although it required concentration she could shut down the minds of the Shades coming after them, although only for a short amount of time, but she was certain that it’d buy them enough time to get away…

She then sat back down next to Myste and smiled to her ‘Don’t worry Myste, we’ll get out of here eventually, and when we do, we’ll be free as the birds, to go wherever we like and wherever we want.’ She told her telepathically and gently laid a hand on Myste’s hand…

Psychotic_Demon
January 14th, 2008, 04:17 PM
Myste felt an unfamiliar hand touch her own, and she immediately pulled away from it, falling from the bed to the floor. Whoever it was, it wasn't Takashi (who had accidentally brushed against her tail once) or Chishio. They hadn't alerted her, either, which made all of her sense tingle. The light about her bed began to swing rapidly. Its lampshade suddenly started forming dents in it, as though Brad were punching it.

But he wasn't.

The lightbulb exploded, showering the room with thousands of white-hot glass shards. The lampshade crumpled and was suddenly yanked from the ceiling, it's chain trailing after it. It landed on her bed, and lay still.

The fragments of glass didn't phase Myste, but the touch had. Her thoughts were jumbled, her mind was clouded, her fear was dominating her logic yet again. . . Her tail straightened and bristled, and her eyes closed tightly.

The visions of her torment flooded through her, and she trembled, again feeling every lash, every blow, every harsh word, every single beating she could remember.

But they ended, and she stopped shaking. She felt the presence of the one who had touched her watching her; it had been Morgana. Myste inhaled shakily, remaining on the floor. "I. . . I'm sorry," She said softly, retreating back into herself, "I w-was. . . wasn't expecting. . . I couldn't s-see you. . ."

The Espeon-Morph felt another presence in this room, one who lay on the floor near her.

capalex65
January 14th, 2008, 04:26 PM
Morgana flinched when the light bulb exploded and covered her head with a psychic shield although it wasn’t that effective..
“No no, I’m the one to say sorry Myste” she said softly “I should’ve known that you didn’t like being touched without warning first”

She looked at Myste “Are you alright Myste?” she asked, not wanting her to be hurt “Did the shards of glass hit you?”
One of the shards had made a little cut across Morganas right cheek so she was bleeding slightly, and therefore she was wondering if Myste had been hit of if anyone else had for that matter “Are the rest of you okay as well?” she asked the others, knowing that Brad wouldn’t answer as he had tilted over and wasn’t responding to anything anyways…

Thalen
January 14th, 2008, 04:34 PM
The shattering of the light bulb had surprised Chishio, and the fragments bounced around his shell, making him wince when one struck his moonstone. After that he opened is eyes blinking. "Myste?" He said surprised looking at her.

he looked up to Morgana and nodded. "I-I'm fine... just suprised." HE whispered holding his hand over his moonstone in confusion.

charizard_maa
January 14th, 2008, 07:21 PM
Mikel raised his head a little bit. His blade-like tail made a swift turn up and left a scratch mark on the wall. He thought he heard a soft pop and could guess it was from the room next door that he was listening on. MIkel had no idea what was going on but now they had a dark room and he had one with light. It was little light but it was more then the group next door.

MIkel then began to scratch the wall with his tail lightly again. He was still laying down on his back and he thought of something. He haven't really talk much to the ones next door before much less seen them. He remember bumping into an espeon pokemorph once who was exiting the door. He remember little what happen afterwards since he just walked on without even looking at the morph. Still Mikel guess that it doesn't matter much anyways since there was little involvement that he had with the others.

MIkel just laid in his bed thinking about just small things. He knew that tomorrow was going to be the same as the other day. More battles until he was either passed out, tired or just made the Shades happy. It could be all three of those things. Still Mikel didn't care. He been here long enough to just ignore it all and keep going. As long as he hides himself in the coldness then nothing here can really hurt him. Mikel just kept on scratching the wall with his blade like tail ligthly against the cold wall that match the temperature of the room it seems.

capalex65
January 15th, 2008, 12:46 AM
Morgana whispered to the others "Now that we don't have light, they can't see us, it isn't nightvision cameras they have put up monitoring us.." she smiled and then said to Myste "Myste, i'm going to grab your hand gently, don't be afraid, i don't want to hurt you, i just don't want you to get hurt.."

After saying that, she slowly let her hand rest ontop of Mystes, slowly gripping it, carefully to not scare Myste... She didn't want Myste to be scared, because, what could Morgana ever do to her? Morgana cared about everyone sharing the same fate as her, and even more so when they were scared and afraid of the Shades...

"Takashi, i do enjoy your artwork, this shirt is both soft and elegant" she said to him and smiled "Especially the flower is pretty"...

Kansas
January 15th, 2008, 01:29 AM
The broken light fixture caused Takashi to look up from underneath his hat as the shards of glass bounced off the brim. The others looked around in confusion but Takashi looked up this as a time to exercise one of his abilities that he had learned from his less popular Meganium side. The side he didn't show often because it made him feel weak. Takashi stood up from his bed and walked over to Morgana and looked at the cut, then looked over to the confused Chishio.

"This should help calm everyone down a bit... and speed the recovery of our injuries in time of need. I figured I should show it while the lights are out. My trainer doesn't know about this ability. It stemmed from my love of sewing... my desire to help make things as they once were." He said as he held his arm out in front of him. He closed his eyes and concentrated. His wrist sprouted 5 small pink rose petals and they began to waft a gentle scent through the air.

"Aromatherapy..." He said in almost a whisper.

The sweet smell lifted through the air. Takashi only hoped that it would help ease everyone's mood. He had often used this skill on Myste in their earlier days without her knowing. To calm her down and try to ease her pain a little.

"Takashi, i do enjoy your artwork, this shirt is both soft and elegant. Especially the flower is pretty" Morgana said to him

Takashi smiled at Morgana's compliment."Thank you..." He said blushing. Takashi definitely enjoyed hearing someone appreciate his sewing other than himself. It was quite relieving to know that he was shedding light on other morph's otherwise gloomy lives. This feeling of togetherness they had. This is all Takashi longed for. A sweet smell lifting through the air as they all merely conversed with each other. Not about the bad parts of their lives. But just being together and enjoying the moment. Thats all he desired, for them to be free... and be like...

Like a family.

Takashi walked to the edge of the cell and leaned against the bars again and leaned his head slightly to the side and spoke into the darkness.

"I know you're listening down there. The morph with his cell to himself. Don't worry, you can come too. I'll make sure of it." Takashi said to seemingly no one. A gentle scratching could faintly be heard through the silence.

charizard_maa
January 18th, 2008, 07:26 PM
Mikel was laying in his bed. He had began to lost intrest in what was going on in the next room. It was apparent to him that whatever was going on in the next room besides him had no effect on his life. Those people were just people that were like him and if something were to happen to them would no effect him much.

Mikel just lazy let his tail scratch softly against the wall. He guess that what ever he was doing didn't effect them and he could guess that they can't hear the the noise he is making with his tail against the wall. The only way they could if unless one of them had a super heighten sense of hearing but Mikel wouldn't know anything about that since he never talk to them, much less talk to the people in his room.

Mikel then looked above him where there was a crack in between the mattress above his bed and the wood. There was his most treasure item. He was tempted to take it out but decided against it. Instead Mikel just kept on scratching the wall with his tail.

Brad
January 22nd, 2008, 05:51 PM
Hours later, Brad woke up from his injury. The others were asleep. He sneaked downstairs, to the injection chamber, hoping to find some meds or new powers. The grunts he saw were quikcly killed with a silent slash- he needed to stay undetected. He went in, and what he found appalled and overjoyed him.

He found a plan sheet on the table, detailing a plan to use the former human DNA of the current Pokemorphs to mutate Pokemon. Brad was amazed by the plan- usingt both resources, the Shades could easily raise an army of Pokemorphs, both Pokemon origin and human origin, to fight against governments who tried to interfere with their horrible work. Brad quickly opened a cabinet that had the human DNA in it, and what he found would be good and bad for him. In there, he found a few vials of human DNA- his, Morgana's, Takashi's, Myste's, Thralls, Mikels, and a few others. His mouth gaped in astonishment. He quickly grabbed his DNA, and injected himself with it, and some of his features receded. Then, he felt a horrid pain, so bad he couldn't scream- the nuclear power was going off. He lay in a fetal position, and nearly exploded- energy silently blasted out of his wounds. It was gone. However, he retained regular artillery, and a few other powers. He looked the same- the major changes were psychological. He became more civilized, and became more interested in culture, and the arts. He also became more clever- eliminating his reliance on loud artillery to accomplish everything. He was overjoyed, but he couldn't move. A computer screen appeared out of his arm.
"Ha, Brad. You can't move. We knew this would happen. Due to your intelligence and canny, we had to do this... you are now merely a vessel. You are our little slave. You're still powerful enough for our intentions... little piece of scum..."
"No... NOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Brad screamed defiantly. His eyes turned white, and his wounds healed. He had a distant, robotic look in his eye. Although he was a bit more human, he had no individuality left- unless the system implanted in his body was destroyed, he'd be a mere slave forever. In his last moments of consciouness, he sent a telepathic message, and scrawled it telepathically on Takashis wall.
"This is Brad. They've taken me over. A system is controlling me. Obey them- otherwise, they'll use me. Escape soon, and cover this up. Oh, and I found our old DNA... I injected myself to be more human. This may be my last words. If you want, you can try to save me, but I personally wouldn't bother- just kill me, quickly, although I'd like to be myself again. Goo-goodbye... everyone."

Then, in the dim light, he collapsed- a mere shell of a Pokemorph...