Camoran's Home for Abused Anthropomorphics (PG 15)

[Shiney]

OOC: To be bluntly honest, I see so many great ideas wasted i pokemorph RP's by them dying, that I'm conducting a little experiment. I'm going to change the way that most of them are made, probably one thing in each RP, until I identify the crucial elements that cause them to fail, and do my best to fix them.

In the world of Pokemon, things have been going normally. Rocket has been gaining power, but hasn't been directly involved in conquest for some time. Pokemorphs, as they are commonly called, though they're "Anthropomorphic Pokemon" Some speculate that it was a modern technological experiment, others a freak twist of evolution, others still of a sick interbreeding. Regaurdless, they are *mostly* accepted in human society, but there are exceptions. However, pokemorphs are in fact pokemon that reached their Anthromorphic status, regaurdless of how. At least, until recently.

That is, recently, a modern medical technology was developed that could turn a human into a pokemorph as well. Authorities all over the world banned this almost before it came out, but rocket managed to get a hold of the technology, and began to 'augment' its elite, and the other criminal orginizations worldwide are scrambling to get their dirty little hands on that tech.

However, this is beside the point for the time being. Whether you're one of the few humans that have been augmented, or a natural pokemorph, We're in a hospital, medical care facility, school, and boarding home for both kinds of pokemorphs that have had a severe trauma in the past, or are unnable to adapt to modern society.


Form

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (Pictures acceptable of course, but extra info is good if you're not feeling lazy like me.)
History: (required, this time around.)
Personality: (optional)
Other: (optional)

RP sample: (Typical RPS rules apply.)

[Dementia]

Name: Shiima
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: about 5’11 Long Black Hair, Tauros Horns, Green Eyes, choker chain, random black t-shirts and torn up jeans, Tauros tail, black boots.

History: Shiima was the son of a rich family growing up. His parents home schooled him and because of this Shiima didn’t know a lot of people growing up, until he started sneaking out. By day he was seen as a child prodigy by his parents who kept him studying and practicing piano all day. But by night he was known for his partying. Once his parents found out about his night life they kicked him out hoping it’d help to give up his party lifestyle, but he maintained it and did whatever he could for cash. One day in a back alley somebody offered him some money to test a new type of technology on him. He accepted and wound up becoming a pokemorph. Freaked out he ran off and later found a place to stay at Camoran's Home for Abused Anthropomorphics

Personality: Growing up behind closed doors Shiima seemed like a docile kid, but little did his parents know Shiima was really the opposite of them. Every night he’d sneak out and go to parties. One of the butlers was aware of this and on more than one occasion would help Shiima sneak out or back in if his parents were awake. And while his parents loved Fancy Food and Classical Music, Shiima loved fast food and Heavy Metal. Shiima can be kind of rude and arrogant at times until he gets to know somebody. However, once he gets to know you he’s easily approachable and friendly, though he never loses his cockiness


RP sample: (I’ll use one from another thread in here)

The scene starts at roughly Two O’Clock in the morning. It seems like a peaceful enough town…minus one house where Heavy Metal is blaring almost making the house shake. Inside there’s pokemon and people jumping around, dancing, having a good time. Most notable are Shiima and Wisp. Meowth is running around drawing on the faces of everybody whose already passed out and Sixx has coiled around somebody waiting for morning to get some laughs. As the hours pass Shiima starts to talk to Wisp.

Shiima: Hey, we got a lot of training to do so I think we should call it a night.

Wisp (shaking its head): Squirt, Squirtle, squir!

Shiima: Fine, suit yourself man but I’m going to get some sleep.

The next day soon comes and we see tons of people and pokemon passed out all through out the house. The floors are littered with bottles and pizza boxes. And we soon hear a scream from the person who woke up and found Sixx coiled around them staring at him. Eventually we Shiima passed out in a bed and he seems to be dreaming about a battle and is giving the orders in his sleep.

Shiima: Alright, go Sisko!

Sisko’s ear fidgets and one eye opens as he hops onto Shiima’s chest and tilts his head.

Shiima: Sisko, use scratch attack!

Sisko looks around confused and then makes a “why not” gesture before using scratch attack on the face of Shiima who wakes up yelling in pain. He eventually gets up though half asleep and goes to walk down the steps, but trips over a passed out party-goer and goes tumbling down the steps. He sees his Sixx and calls it into its pokeball. However it takes him a while longer to find Wisp whose passed out in the living room with a lampshade on his head. Shiima just smirks and calls him back into his Pokeball as the Meowth jumps on his shoulder and the two head out on another day of their pokemon journey.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I'm in, as per usual!!

Name: Matika Kiro

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Long, flowing auburn hair with crimson eyes. Matika is a slender, rather shapely girl with long, Flareon ears on her head. She never wears a shirt, or at least, very rarely, as she has an amount of creamy white fur that acts as such for her. Her hourglass hips are usually covered with very dark, indigo jeans. She also wears tennis shoes on a normal basis. Her skin is pale, but not quite so much as the fur on her chest.

History: Matika was born to a very poor family and sold to the Rockets for a good price by her father. Her mother was in need of medical care, and as she had been a rather nasty suprise four years earlier and had only hindered the young couple since, there hadn't been a lot of doubt in getting rid of her. The rockets abused her physically, mentally, and sexually during her time being changed to a half-Flareon. This treatment has left her quite unstable, though she isn't normally violent. She is more of a hazard to herself than to those around her. She doesn't talk much, and many assume she is deaf and mute. This, however, is wrong. She is neither, and is, in fact, quite the opposite.

Personality: Highly unstable, Matika can go from highs to lows in a matter of seconds without her medications. While on them, she is very submissive and very emotionally needy. She spends a lot of time dancing, as it was the one thing that she was allowed to do in the Labs. Ballet is her usual style, but she does ballroom, tap, jazz, modern, and lyrical at times. She is quite the loner and usually hates any interaction with other people due to the fact that no one has ever shown her real love and acceptance.

RP sample: Matika dipped down and bent her back at a seemingly impossible angle as she finished her dance. She took her bows to an imagined audience and turned around.

She tripped in to a puddle. Crying out, she lost all hold on her emotions. Anger, hate, rage, fear, and sorrow spilled out around her. Flames licked around her hands as she sobbed and screamed, thrashing as the medics swarmed around her.

"Get away!" she yelled at them, biting at their hands with her unusually sharp canines. "Get AWAY!"

A needle peirced her arm and she slumped down. A hazy sleep was coming in on her. She found herself thinking about a flowery field. She loved pansies...

"Let the doctors know that she needs another increase in her mood balencing dosage. She'll need to return to solitary confinement for a few days as well," one of the medics whispered as they strapped her down to a stretcher and carried her off.

[Deoxys55]

Name: Rachael
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://home4.highway.ne.jp/benisama/rs061.htm
History: Rachael has had a fairly normal life for a long time. Until, when she was eleven years old, her mother had finally made up her mind about her neglectent husband, and killed herself while Rachael was out one day. It's haunted her since. While strong and quiet about the matter, she's sworn to never fall in love-- to do so, she said, would always end in sadness. When she hit 13 she left her home, living on the streets for some time, and developing a polite but hard shell. She had an eventual meeting with someone of Rocket, who offered her a new home in exchange for help on a project; she's regretted agreeing since.
Now not only changed mentally but physically, she decided that to live alone anymore would be insanity, and so sought shelter within Camoran's Home.
Personality: Aloof, polite, and quiet-- this is Rachael from the outside. The inner parts of her soul are so muddled up and confused that by now, not even she knows her true personality. It is, however, highly tolerable and tolerating, which benefits her in such a place as the shelter.
Other: Rachael's always had a slight gift with the sixth sense, though she could never quite grasp it until her mother's intentional death shook her mental state. Since then she has had one specific and rather strange gift of other forces; within others' eyes she can see the very essence of sadness troubling them. And, in her own words, there is nothing more important, once you've seen sadness in a person's eyes, then to make it go away.

RP sample: :3

[~Ozy~]

Name: Caius Phaxis
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Appearance: Caius is an altered human from the early stages of the morphing technology. Consequently, his appearance shifts between a slightly mutated Scyther and a normal human raandomly. The more Pokemon-oriented extreme stands taller than a normal Scyther with a harder exoskeleton and serrated, red-tinged blades on his arms. The human side of him is shorter, and almost bone-thin with fine black hair falling out. The instability of his genetic structure has left his human side susceptible to disease, giving him something much like AIDS, though incommunicable. For obvious reasons, he prefers the Scyther. As a human, he dresses in baggy clothing to hide his emaciated frame. His eyes, though, remain an electric light blue.

History: Caius was a street kid much of his life, though not by choice. He was seperated from his parents at a young age through Social Services, but his foster parents were worse and he ran away, living as a vagrant from the age of five. His status as such made him an ideal subject during the early (and mostly failed) stages of experimentation. One of the few survivors, his already battered body was subjected to horrific bouts of further testing which only worsened his condition. When in his Scyther form, he eventually escaped, slaughtering two guards in the process and slowly winding his way to the home. There, his health has begun incrementally improving.

Personality: Caius's almost inbred distrust of others has left him fiercely independant mentally, a process that carries over to his physical habits despite his weakened state, despite that this often leaves him gasping helpless on the floor. His past has also left him moderately paranoid and schizophrenic, with borderline psychosis. His descents into these mental illnesses are oftentime unpredictable, as are the post-traumatic flashbacks.

RP sample: It was one of the times I was caught between human and Pokemon. I was staring fiercely out the window, leaning on my cane and gasping for breath as I hated this frail body that they had left me with. I was a shell and I knew it. A bitter, broken, and worthless shell. My right arm spasmed and as I lost the cane, I almost fell to the floor.

That's when I heard them talking, my ears shrper than normal now. It was Dr. Tam and someone else, I knew not who. Dr. Tam was saying, "He does have lucid periods, but they're as unpredictable as his health and morph states. He's improving, but I don't know how his brain's been damaged. I suspect there's a physical cause, but we don't have the imaging technology to determine this with certainty."

I growled under my breath and clenced my weakend fingers on my cane before turning around and attempting to stalk back to bed.

[Shiney]

Name: Robin Jamie Price

Age: 13, but by human standards, around 14-18

Gender: Female

Appearance: http://home4.highway.ne.jp/benisama/kingler.jpg Her appearance changes a great deal, though no one but the amdinistrative and medical staff know the exact reason. Needless to say, it was a part of her abuse.

History: A pokemon turned morph almost from birth, her child years were fewer than that of normal humans, allowing her to mature quickly. She was raised in an orphanage, where she waas quickly adopted by a young man who claimed he wanted a child. However, this human was Derranged. She was raised in complete solitude, half starved the whole time, and subject to "experiments" as the man called it, there was no limit to the humiliation she was put through, until two years ago, she underwent an evolution, and became strong enough to overpower the human, and escape to authorities. She was of course, then taken to Camoran's Home.

Personality: In a nutshell, she's quiet and shy, and generally not willing to be very open about herself. She cannot bring herself to trust men, at least at this stage of her life, due to her abuse, and can get angry very quickly.

Other: I'm trying to prevent myself from having a heat stroke at the moment, so if I'm forgetting anything, forgive me. I'm getting this posted, and immidiately editing in a starting post.

So far, everyone's accepted, though I must admit, I think the script format of RP'ing is pushing it, but you seem to have skill despite that, dementia.


IC: I was sitting by the outdoor pool, watching the sun rise from one of the lounging chairs. It was still early spring, so I had a good chance of privacy, considering that people owuld probably go to the in-door heated pool for winter exersize. I sighed, closing my eyes and folding my arms behind my back to rest on them, my claws on either side of my head. I couldn't stand the heat, apparently, I had been from the ice caves in the southern seas, which isw why I had a hard time adapting to more warm temperatures. I sighed to myself, thinking. This was paradise compared to before, though I was already overdue for a change...

[Dementia]

So far, everyone's accepted, though I must admit, I think the script format of RP'ing is pushing it, but you seem to have skill despite that, dementia.


If its a problem, I don't have to do it in script format, thats just what I'm use to.

[Shiney]

If its a problem, I don't have to do it in script format, thats just what I'm use to.

OOC: Not at all, I mean, from your sample you proved to be competint, it's mostly that people here do it non-script. I don't think it will be a cause of trouble at all.

[Deoxys55]

I opened and shut the doors to the outside pool, shivering as my skin came in contact with the crispness of the air. Truthfully, there was not a clear reason why I had come out here; it was just, as I thought of it, an irresistable urge, a need to detach myself.
To my surprise, however, I found there was already a morph out here. I almost went back inside, but I decided that it would be pointless, after I had already gotten used to the temperature out here. So, without much further thought, I walked slowly toward the girl, sitting down in the lounging chair next to her, silent and looking down akwardly.

[Shiney]

I opened my eyes slowly, swuinting as I heard someone approach, and I blushed slightly. It was Rachael... I didn't actually *know* Her, but I had been somewhat obsessed with her when I first saw her in the halls, but I could never really work up the nerve to talk to her. As good a ime as any to try, I guessed... "H-Hello, Rachael." I said, before biting my tongue. "IDIOT! You're not supposed to know her name!" I thought to myself, wincing.

[~Ozy~]

It was one of the good times, when I was no longer human, when I barely realized that I had ever been, much less what I was now. My psyche was submerged beneath that of a Scyther, and I was happy, I was flying. The air was empty of pain, and for a while, my mind was as well. I had to stay within the grounds, but even that was more than enough to satisfy.

Then again, no bliss could last forever. A twisting pain in my gut signaled the beginning of one of the changes. More importantly, the pain siezed up my flight muscles and I plummeted to the ground, landing before the front door. Fortunately, I still had my exoskeleton at that point, saving me from death as I changed back into the frail parody of humanity that I had become.

[Deoxys55]

I looked up at my name. It was that kingler morph.... what was her name? Robbie? Rabil? No... Robin... yes, Robin.
"Hello. Robin. I smiled politely, sitting up more so I could talk to her a bit more comfortably.
I'd certainly seen her before-- it's hard to miss a girl with claws, even in a building full of morphs-- though I never paid much mind to her. No more than anyone else, at least. Though, it did feel good to have her talk to me; she was the first person to have done that in the past several months.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I was screaming bloody murder as they dragged me away. They were pulling me and hurting me. They always hurt me. There would be needles.

Something jarred the earth next to me and I was aroused from my fitful, drug-induced slumber. Noticing a rather thin man, I jerked away instantly. My crimson eyes were wide, the fur covering my chest dirtied from rolling in my state of mental lapse.

I felt the needles in my skin again. I had to resist the urge to scream. It wasn't real. I was outside. All there was was this boy who hardly seemed a threat to me. But I knew better than to underestimate anyone anymore.

"You can't have me," I said defiently to him. "They promised me no one could have me here."

[Dementia]

Shiima had been sleeping in for as long as possible as he usually does, a broken alarm clock lay on the ground as proof of this. Still tired he woke up and walked into the bathroom where he began to brush his teeth. He looked into the mirror where his Tauros horns were quite noticeable and sighed.

“I guess it could be worse, I could be half-Muk. There not actually so bad once you get used to them.”

He finished brushing his teeth and headed back to his room where he sat for awhile. Shiima began thinking to himself what he should do with his day. He found most of his days boring and would often sneak out during the night, even though he would be berated by locals with rude comments and he’d have to fight the urge to gore them. Shiima realized he needed to make some friends, but was unsure as to how they’d act if he’d just approach them due to the fact that he kept to himself a lot. He looked outside his window, which was faced towards the outside pool, and he saw two of the girls that resided here.

“Never had trouble meeting girls before the incident, might as well give it a shot.”

He headed outside and saw the two standing, he peered over towards them for a second, but decided it’d be awkward just to start a conversation, so he rested his feet in the pool and decided he’d wait for somebody to say something to him or wait for a time to enter the conversation. The water was more chilly than he’d expected, but eventually started to get used to it.

[~Ozy~]

Pain blurred my senses, my vision, my mind. My arm spasmed, accidentaly striking flesh I couldn't see, saying something I couldn't comprehend. The mental issues they told my I had took over and I fell into a seziure as my mind retreated deep into the layers of psychosis. I fell back into a core of my being I couldn't find at any other time where I was a young child again, for a time, where I was happy all of the time.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I cried out as he hit me before coming to realize that he wasn't aware of what he was doing. Pity filled my gaze. He was such a weak little thing. I sighed a bit and scooped him in to my arms.

"Hush there, little one," I whispered like I used to dream of being whispered to. "Hush. It's all right. No one's hurting you here. Come back to me."

I didn't even know who this kid was, but I didn't like the way he was twitching. It threatened to throw me over the edge, and the last thing I wanted was a neck full of needles again.

[Shiney]

I blinked, and was about to respond to her, when I noticed a guy coming close. I couldn't help myself as I sat up straight, and tried to make myself as small as possible. I did not want to be any closer to him, or any guy, for that matter.

[~Ozy~]

Other Body hissed as the girl touched me, then ceased to shake and shrunk away from her. Logically, I knew exactly what was going on, why I was this way and numerous facts about my condition. However, the ability to apply that was buried underneath the paranoia, right now, the overriding disorder. I grasped her shirt and pulled her close, hissing, "Get away from me! I don't want to hurt!" before shrinking back away.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I winced as he pulled only my fur. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Instead of letting him go, I held him closer. "I'm not going to hurt you. I've hurt pleanty myself in the past, probably more than you could ever imagine. I have no wish to bestow any of that upon another."

I rocked back and forth a little, rocking him with me. "Hush now, little one. Hush."

[Mika]

-OoC-

Is this rp closed for applications? o.o I didn't find an indication of such on the page so Imma asking. I'm very interested. x3 But I can be shooed away if need be.

[Shiney]

-OoC-

Is this rp closed for applications? o.o I didn't find an indication of such on the page so Imma asking. I'm very interested. x3 But I can be shooed away if need be.

OOC: D'oh! My apologies, I knew I forgot somehting. Yes, applications can be regaurded as *always* accepted here, unless I notify you of a problem with your sign up. ^_^

[Deoxys55]

I looked up as a boy entered our midst; another person I had seen but not known. I was about to speak to him, when I happened to glance over at Robin-- and decided swiftly she was in greater need of concern.
"Robin.... Robin, are you okay?" I asked calmly, touching her arm lightly.

[Shiney]

"Y-yeah, I'll be fine..." I said, my eyes still focused warily on the guy, but at her touch, I slowly turned my gaze to her. "It's just..." I said, unsure of how I should continue. Either way, it was fairly obvious by now that the boy was disturbing me...

[~Ozy~]

Slowly, very slowly, my fit subsided and my grip loosened. I almost wished that it hadn't, as those were the only times I felt truly lucid. It was something deep in my mind that clicked. I heard footsteps and groaned as I heard the voice of one of my doctors.

He asked, "We're sorry, ma'am. Did he hurt you badly? He's obviously given over to psychotic fits." I growled under my brath and forced myself to my feet. Dr. Tam looked at me sympathetically and asked, "Another change?" I nodded and almost collapsed again before he handed me my cane. How I hated this body! He whispered, "We should get you inside. Don't want you getting sick again." I shot him a hateful glare.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I stepped in front of the man. "I think, perhaps, what he needs isn't more shots," I said coldly. "I'll be taking him to the lake. If you need convincing, I can be sure that you'll 'warm-up' to the idea," I growled, my fists laced in flame.

[Mika]

-OoC-
X3 Yay!

Whoohoo! Second page first post is MINE. >D -cackles insanely-

Name: Ayanari Kri

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: He has shoulder length layered silver hair, bangs are swooped to the left, hanging in his left eye but odly he doesn't seem to care. He is a Skitty morph, his fur, hair and tail (Which is quite poofed) are silver, a side-effect of the treatment. He stands tall at a full five foot four, his build lean and well-built (As well-built as can be expected with constant medical treatments) He normally doesn't wear anything outside of a pair of black cargo pants and a printed t-shirt over a black long sleeved shirt and all over that, he has a nasty habbit of wearing a black leather trench coat with a zipper that zips down instead of up. For shoes, he wears black combat boots. On his left arm, from about his wrist to the shoulder is a purple-black discoloration, like a bruise. If bumped or squeezed it causes alot of pain. His arms are also scarred with remnants of his life before the hospitalization.

Personality: He is very quiet, very shadow-like creature, doesn't like being with any sort of people because people as a whole seem to reject him because his fur is off colored. He /is/ technically in the "mental" part of the faciluty because if he gets pushed into a corner he'll snap and people tend to get hurt. He's technically depressed and his past is something of a mystery. Stories have circulated about what happens when Kri is angered and none are exactly pleasent which adds to his isolation: Nobody wants to be around somebody who has a tendancy to beat the bananas out of somebody for no apparent reason. He's distant from people and tends to just sit alone in the corner, drawing or playing a video game.

History: Kri's eight year old childhood was short lived when his parents were killed by a freak accident caused by a Rocket Blockaid. The child was then taken in by a somewhat mad scientist who then proceeded to use the child as a human toy along with a few other orphans in his expiraments. Unfortuanatly, Kri was the only one to survive. When the building was liberated, Kri was found locked in a metal room with only one window that was covered with bullet proof glass. He was immediatly taken to the home, where he has remained for three years. In the said time, he has put two security men in the hospital and critically injured one nurse. In both times, he was sedated with a hypodermic needle and returned to the quiet passive boy most would see if they wandered through the halls.

Other: Kri isn't allowed to have any "sharps" When in the almost bi polar low, he sometimes hurts himself to release tension.

RP sample: Forbidden Catch (http://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=65236) (Not the best example, I hafta redo my post. @_@)
Ancient Dynasty (http://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=58028)
Mutation Wave (http://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=61958)

[~Ozy~]

The doctor raised a pacifying hand and said, "It would jeapordize his health, I'm afraid. His immune system is too weak for that manner of gallavanting."

Achily, I pulled myself to my feet and said rather bitterly, "He's right. I'm too much of a weakling to do anytrhing but lie in bed and stare out the window." I growled under my breath and began to hobble back towards the door. I craned my neck until it popped and added to the girl, "Thank you for the offer, though. I appreciate it."

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I watched him go, a little hurt. I was too easilly hurt, and I knew that full well. Sadly, I turned away and started walking out towards the lake on the grounds. I hated water, it quenched my inner fires. But I couldn't help where my feet went when I was hurting.

I sat on the beach, watching the water lap over my feet. I imagined the skin sizzling.

Why did I care, anyways? Friends were something I never had before, why did I want it to change? People hurt.

[Mika]

-OoC-

Do I just jump in then? =o

[Shiney]

OOC: I shalt not allow this RP to pass unto death's icy grip without contesting it!

IC: It was a fair time later, and I had taken a trip to Camoran's office.Abuse or no, I normally had enough control to go out on my own, and Mr. Camoran Believed me. I had permission to go for "a few days" according to him, and smiled. He was reasonable, so as long as I was, there wouldn't be a problem. I hadn't noticed that the terrain around the shallow outlet I was swimming through had turned to near-beach plants, and that I was almost to the coast by now...

[~Ozy~]

The window. I growled. The barred, screened, glassed window that was my only connection with the world outside of my bed. I wanted to be out there, I could see the lake, and the girl and hated every moment being stuck in here with my fragility, my bones and skin, and my carefully selected, prepared, pre-approved food. It never involved anything that tasted good. "Heh." I remarked to myself, before hobbling back to my bed, sitting on the edge of it.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I felt a touch on my shoulder. "Makita," a deep voice said. "Come."

I winced and shot to my feet, whirling around. Men. Men with needles. They reached out for me, cooing. "Come on," they whispered. "Let's make this one easy. Nice and easy, little one. We're not here to hurt you."

"Get away from me!" I screamed, finding myself backed against the edge of the water.

I hated water.

Taking a quick swallow of air, I spun around and arched through the water, wincing and crying in pain. I hated water. I hated water. I hated water.

I could hear the men running behind me. Zipping into a building, I immediatly knocked over a passerby. That didn't stop me, in fact, it hardly slowed me. I kept running, turning down hallways in a futile effort to keep the men from sticking my arms and legs and head again. I didn't want them. I didn't like needles. I didn't like what I felt like afterwards, either. But they would never listen about that...

I toppled people, trays, and carts of food, medicine, and supplies in my mad dash. Finally, I opened a door and fell to the floor, crying softly and trembling.

"Men... Needles... Don't wanna... Won't..." I whispered to myself.

[~Ozy~]

I looked over in surprise at the girl who had just entered my prison. It was the same one from outside. Taking my cane from my bedside, I hobbled over next to her and crouched as low as I could beside her. Putting a hand on her shoulder, I asked in a raspy, gravel-throated hiss, "What's wrong? Do you need help?" I let out a short, sharp bark of laughter and said, "Or did you come to visit?"

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I felt the touch on my shoulder again. It was them! They'd found me!

"No!" I screamed. "Gods, please let go of me! I don't want a shot! No more needles..." I moaned, flinching into a tight ball.

Tears flowed openly down my cheeks. They were stabbing my arms full of them again. I felt the electrodes being attatched to my head. Needles, electric shocks, anything to keep me sane...

I screamed and my back arched, forcing me into a seated position. The electric shocks were killing me. I could feel myself tearing from the inside out...

"Please stop!" I screamed again.

[~Ozy~]

"Calm down," I growled, moving my hand gently back and forth. I then removed it and said, "You're not there anymore I know what's happening, it happens to me too. But you're not there." I wrapped her in my frail arms, feeling connected to this one, this poor creature, suffering like me. Hurting like me.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I shivered, shuddered, and blinked. Looking outwards, I noticed arms around me. Flinching, I muttered a final, "Please, no..." before realizing what was going on.

I spun around, seeing the boy from earlier. I looked at him, still crying. "They're coming for me," I whispered fearfully.

It had been years since I'd cried like this in front of anyone, but I couldn't help it. I burried my head in his chest, trembling, scared wittless. "Please don't let them give me more needles..."

[~Ozy~]

I held her as tightly as my fragility would allow, stroking her hair as I whispered, "They won't. They won't hurt you anymore. I promise, they won't hurt you." I knew where she was coming from, truly, I did and I hurt for her, hurt with her.

[Shiney]

I blinked as I pulled myself onto the beach, and I saw men, chasing another morph away. They looked like they wanted to kidnap her, to take her away, who knew what they'd do to her, maybe even what had beed done to me... I growled, and began to walk in the direction they had run off to, my form already shifting into a fragment of light. My hair was long, and a slightly orangish blonde, matching the tone my skin had taken on, my hands tipped with tiny claws, ridiculously small wings on my back, as well as a tail, and two light blue antennae coming from the thick hair.

I continued to walk, following the sounds of curses, I found them near a building, and growled lowly. They seemed to be far from the type who jsut wanted to chat with her, considering they were holding hypodermic needles. I held my hands a small distance apart, and the smell of burnt ozoe began to fill the air, and sparks began to fall to the floor, popping and snaping as the dust in the air was fried by the powerful ball of electricity gathering there, causing the men to turn towards me, and turn pale. They knew what a dragonite morph could be capable of, and so did I. I let out a shriek then, wheich ended up sounding more like a roar as the ball of yellow electricity swelled beyond my hands, and encompassed me. I wouldn't let these men get away with what I thought they were trying to do...

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

Calming myself a little, I finally realized fully where I was. Jerking back, my eyes widened as I looked at the boy. I scooted ungracefully a few inches backwards, pulling my knees to my chest.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, a few fresh tears streaking down my cheeks. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you like this. I'll be going now, then. I won't bother you anymore."

[~Ozy~]

"Stay, please," I said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. "It's not often that I have company not in white coats. Take a seat," I said, gesturing to the bed. I couldn't help that it seemed slightly mocking, slightly bitter. It was the cast that my eyes had almost permanantly taken. I pulled myself painstakingly into a more comfortable seated position.

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

I sat gently down next to him. "Thank you..." I said, trailing off a bit. Looking up at him, I laughed softly. "I'm afraid I don't know your name..."

OOC: *kills short post* Please don't hate me...

[~Ozy~]

I laughed bitterly. The same bitterness and self-loathing creeping into my voice, I said, "I'm not surprised. I'm not really allowed to be sociable." I hobbled to the window and said, "That time when I craashed into you, hen I was morphed, that's about as much as I ever get out." I walked to the bed and extended my hand, saying, "I'm Caius."

[Nagoyaka Aikouka]

"Matika," I said softly, ignoring the hand and hugging him instead. "Thank you for earlier... No one's ever helped me through something like that before. The last time it happened..." I shuddered softly, releasing him and walking over to his window.

"The last time I got like that they filled me full of needles and set me up to an electric shock treatment device..." I paused, rubbing my arm to relieve the crawling feeling that crept up it. "That didn't work too well."

I shook my head and turned back around to face him. "I'll get you out of here more often if you'd like."

[artemis55t]

Name: Artemis Flyhigh
Age: 17
Gender: male
Appearance: A well built teenager who has snow for hair. Also has articuno wings and tail with matching feathers coming out of his elbows, wrists, knees and ankles. He also has sunglasses, the frame is made of ice, and the lenses are made of snow, although you cannot see through them, he can see through the lenses clearly.
Personality: He is the quiet type, always abused, he always keeps to himself when upset or angry. He may seem distant at times, but he needs the distance to keep from being hurt by people.
History: He has come to this place to find refuge from the constant abuse and torture that he has gone through. Anyone who meets him often makes a situation. He liked to talk to people, but when he was taken into the laboratory when he was 10, this behavior was shattered. He now lives only to survive and to try to salvage his reputation from his past.

PKMRPH :t144:

RP sample (will use current RP): He wakes up after another night's sleep, and walks around. Artemis is a nice guy, despite his sometimes quiet nature. When he is angry, he will freeze anything or anyone that annoys him. He usually keeps to himself, but he feels safe here. He wants to try to make friends, if he can make some. Anyone who meets him will be intimidated by his looks. He will greet anyone with a warm and hearty hello if they give him the chance.

[tropicaldolphin51]

I want to if it's not too late.

Name:Maria

Age:17

Gender:Female

Appearance: Maria is a nice teen who kind of resemble a Groudon. she has blue eye instead of yellow. she wears a red tank with a star on it and she wears blue low-rise & pink sash and she wears white & red tennis shoes. she has carvings on her arms as tattoos. she also has shoulder lenth hair in a pony hair.

History: She was born as a human with small circles on her hands. as she grew up she was becoming more half human and half Pokemon. the half pokemon she was born with was half Groudon. but she was different then the normal groudon. instead of hating Kyogre she became friends with a girl who was half Kyogre and she was different then the normal Kyogre. so Maria and the Kyogre morph became friends and her name was Kim. soon they did stuff that normal people do like go to school. ever since they have became really good friends.

Personality: she is a very nice teenage girl who likes to help people when they are in danger,sad or upset. she likes to play tennis and she likes to sing & dance. she is a cheerleader at her school and she likes to go camping.


RP sample: she is walk down the path way to the jagged pass. she wore an outfit that looks like camping material because she was going camping. She had her hair in two braids. she stopped, sniffed the air and took a deep breath.

"The great Outdoors," said Maria