Case 344: Kontra (PG-13)

[Munashii]

Eh? I posted this thread, but it didn't show up when I clicked the submit button. Oh well. Forgive me if this is a double or something...

Sweet! This is a revive of The Mutation Case, an RPG that died a LONG time ago. Personally, I was fascinated by the plot and decided to touch it up with the help of the old RP master, who still dwells in Neopets. Plus, I haven't managed an RP in ages so forgive me if I'm a bit rusty. Here goes:


In the world of around 250 years in the future, there are robots, clones, cyborgs, and many intelligent pokemon living together. And then there is TPIA, TRAINERS AND POKEMON INTELLINGENCE AGENCY. The organization has spies, detectives, etc. Now there are some devices that can translate pokemon speech, too. Intelligence can be inserted, cars are dead oldschool, and life is fabulous for the rich and terrible for the needy. The story takes place in the city of Metrogates, new capital of Hoenn. But it appears that in the city, someone appears to be making a sort of mutation potion for pokemon, sometimes known as Kontra. It appears to make the pokemon larger, stronger, more defensive, and more healthy. But it makes them listen to only one person: the creator of the potion. So everyone knows that is a bad thing, and it's up to the young but experienced members of TPIA to come to the rescue! However, it is simply and option to become a spy and be on the Kontra case. You are allowed to be an outlaw, an antagonist (eh, but you have to PM me about that one), a normal trainer, a spy working on some other case, or just some ordinary person.

Okay, first of all, our characters don't go rushing in yelling "KONTRA CASE! GIMME!". 3 spies are to be selected for the case, NOT including my character. The members who want to apply for the Kontra Case may state so in the signup sheet. (Spies call Kontra C344, short for Case 344. It shall remain as a nickname for the case, and the name of the RPG XD). To the member who doesn't get the case but wants it: that's just too bad, but I'll probably sign you up on a better or something like that. People who apply as wanting the Kontra case may be assigned the job by the big leader of the TPIA, Mr. Terossis, at the HQ.

Meeting place: HQ front, where there has been an explosion by a X2000, a advanced teleportation vehicle, used for transportation of course. XD

Fact files:
A C22 is another teleportation vehicle, just less fast and a bit larger.

COM-92s are expensive. Most citizens use COM-20s, which LOOK exactly like COM-92s but actually function slower, have less space (only 34 GB, while the 92 model holds 100 GB).

There is a lot of murder in Metrogates.

The TPIA HQ is located in the middle of the city, which is located in a former volcano. There are 'levels' in the city, an idea taken a bit from the movie 'Metropolis'. XP There's a lot of stealing from that movie. Well, level 1 is where all the people with tiny budgets or no budget at all dwell. Outside of the high hills surrounding Metrogates are nothing but desert and plains for miles. However, the city itself has fair weather most of the time and stretched out as long as the eye can see.

Look out for a group of cyborgs. They have many nicknames, but TPIA calls them ORISON-HELL. Literally, "Orisons from hell". The cyborgs hate all TPIA members, children or adults, nice people or bad people. They are known for kidnapping, even killing spies. However, they should not take too much control on the plot as the leader of the ORISON-HELL will not be the main antagonist.

The HQ of TPIA is a 200 floor skyscraper with soundproof, breakproof glass counting the levels that go underground. Outside is stairs, columns, and statues of legendary pokemon. (If you've seen the movie Metropolis, just picture it as the outside of the Ziggurat but if you haven't just go along by my description)

I will explain clues, suspects, etc on the way.



Rules:
1) Okay, this RPG may be PG-13, but that doesn't mean you can simply shoot like heck and let peoples' guts go everywhere. Be careful; we don't want this RP to dwell on violence too much.

2) Guess what? I allow kissing, hugging, and in general: romance. Just as long as it doesn't include- er- 'primitive sexual activity', or 'complicated sexual activity' for all that darn matter. -_- It's sickening and I'm only ten years old. (I know what you're thinking: "WTH is a 10 year old doing being the RPG master of a PG-13 RP?" DON'T ASK. XP)

3) Language? Teensy tinsy amounts, PUH-LEEZE. No f-words or anything, okay? NEVER. And no disgusting body functions either. If you do, I'll hack you! Nah, maybe not but it WILL be bad, and you might be kicked out.

4) I don't want a cardboard character with the personality of a character from Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children. Do I make myself clear? Watching the movie was sickening enough, but having a nice RPG like that? NOOOO way.

5) If a member who has signed up makes a post, and then in 40 posts I don't see another posts from that member, without a good explanation that member is OUT of ze game. DIE, BAD EGGS!

6) If you're going to have some artistic license (adding in your own antagonists or something) you'd better warn me first.

7) All other RPG rules apply.

Limit of roleplayers:
Needed roleplayers to start: 4

Name:
Age: (30-)
Occupation: (Spy, Detective, Trainer, Antagonist, or anything you like)
Rank: (Normal, Special, Elite, Executive (5 possible)
Appearance:
Are you a: (Cyborg, pokemon, cyborg pokemon, clone, robot, or actual human being)
Pokemon:
Intelligence:
Interests:
Attitude:
Weapons:
History:
Roleplay Sample:

Name: Yumi Sezuka
Age: Her body is the clone of a girl who would be 16 years old and she looks 16 years old, but she's actually just 7 years old.
Occupation: Spy, pokemon tester (tests out specially trained pokemon to see if they are suitable for TPIA use by the trainers)
Rank: Executive
Appearance: Here. (http://www.filelodge.com/files/room17/441351/84.jpg) Except she wears a long brown jacket over it all, and a communication device that looks like a Pokenav but is more advanced (it's called a COM-92).
Are you a: Clone
Pokemon:
All are temporary pokemon except for her level 45 Blaziken, Pyri-chan.
(Gender: Female.
Moves:
Fire Blast
Flamethrower
Return
and
Overheat.
Nature: Rash)
Intelligence: Inserted
Attitude: Yumi LIVES for TPIA, literally. She is a clone of a girl who was murdered not long after being cloned. Yumi is usually serious and hostile, and has a bit too much pride to be liked by most of her partners. However, she has a good conscience and still cares for those who manage to get close enough to her.
Weapons: A hidden pistol underneath her jacket.
History: Not much of one. The 7 years she's been living she's just had an intelligence update every 5 days in the Ichamber as people call it, in which a machine updates your intelligence (for intelligence-inserted characters only). So far, she has cracked 22 cases.
Interests: She LIVES for TPIA as I said before. She has no interests in anything else, therefore there is a bit of a mess everywhere around her.

[Charon]

{ooc| This sounds like an awesome roleplay.
But...you're seriously only ten? Impressive! My sister's eleven and she's the biggest moron you've ever seen. Especially on Neo. Such a darned n00b ¬¬;}

Name: Sorrel Penhaligan - or 'Sootbird'
Age: 17
Occupation: Spy
Rank: Normal
Appearance: Sorrel is a very sleek, slippery looking girl. She has a thin, angular face that is not unpleasant, but instead gives a wily, wry expression almost constantly. Her expressions are very subtle; she does not show her emotions - negative or positive - without a very, very good reason. Her skin is tanned, and her hair - which is cut short and worn spikey, save two long bangs framing her face - is an ashen black.
Sorrel dresses in a pair of grey city shorts, faded green ballet pumps and big, baggy cream sweatshirt with faded green lettering. It's least two sizes too big, and hangs off one shoulder.
She is very small, but claims that she is 'still growing'. Her lithe frame makes her an excellent spy.
Are you a: Human
Pokemon:
Murkrow: Cameo
Sorrel's partner, Cam never leaves her side. He has a rather coarse nature.
Venomoth: Hemlock
Sandlash: Jaques
Intelligence: Average
Interests: video games, her Murkrow, stalking... you name it, Sorrel does it.
Personality: Sorrel is very hard to read. Her quiet attitude and secretive nature earned her suspicions from enemies and friends alike. She is extremely ambitious, but due to her size and slight body she shies away from fighting - preferring to run. As she is fond of saying, 'those that run away live to fight another day'. She is extremely fleet of foot.
Weapons: none, but she is skilled with a gun
History: Sorrel's parents and school repeatedly lost control of her. She frequently ran away, did drugs, drank, and took part in various other unscrupulous activites. Her anti-social behaviour drove her parents to breaking point, and at age fourteen, they sent her off to the army in the hope of disciplining her. And it worked. Later, she was offered a place in the TPIA and accepted it.
Roleplay Sample: http://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=54449

[Deathspector]

Name: Samuel Redwood

Age: 13

Occupation: Spy, but hides as a worker in a Department Store on the East Wing of the city.

Rank: Elite

Appearance: Samuel is tall, lanky, and rather skinny. His skin sticks to his bone, making him look sick. However, this aspect helps a lot when he does his job, as he can slip through places that any normal person cannot. His skin is extremely fair, as he does not spen much time in the open during the daylight hours. He dons bright colours when working in the store, but when spying, he wears black, and only black. His hair is alos black, and rests elegantly on his shoulders. His eyes are bright blue, and twinkle once in a while.

Are You A: Human

Pokémon Team

Snorlax
Charizard
Vaporeon

((God...I really should do this quicer...I'll be back soon))

[Pikachus_Paw]

OoC-Woah, you have fantastic spellings for a 10-year old xD I'm 11 and my vocabs are so...Well, I don't want to talk about it >___> I always have a dictionary by my side when I'm roleplaying =D -laughs out loud, hysterically-

Name: Geraldine Forelox

Age: 15

Occupation: Spy

Rank: Normal

Appearance: Geraldine has shoulder-length hair in the color of midnight-black. dull brown colored clips were always seen to be pinned above her left ear to keep a lock of hair from falling. Her outfit consists of a short-sleeved shirt dyed in the fadest blue with pale lavender stripes and a pair of deep blue jeans with no designs or patterns. Her crystal blue eyes resembled the never-peaceful rocking ocean waves.

Are you a: A human being

Pokemon:

Kiah (Xatu-female)
Kiah has been a companion of Geraldine for as long as she could remember. Geraldine has always been proud of her psychic and futuristic attacks that had defended both of them in un-countable battles.

Dramte (Umbreon-female)
Obtained as an Eevee when Geraldine was 13. She has a quiet nature and loved sleeping under the moon. Her ability Synchronize, causes her opponent
to be inflicted with a status problem when she was affected with the same condition.

Intelligence: Bright

Interests: Geraldine likes practicing with the sword she found laying around the bush. Other than that, she also trains her pokemon often and practice gymnastics.

Attitude: Geraldine stayed as quiet as possible. Although mature and quick-thinking, she sometimes has a bit of an arrogance and stubborness that can never be curbed. A little too straight forwardness of her sometimes bring herself to arguments she never meant to start.

Weapons: A dull and rusty sword she is still trying to handle properly.

History: Geraldine's mother passed away when she gave birth to her. Everyone around in her village then believed that she was unlucky and will bring threats and cause trouble to their home. In the end, Geraldine was sent away to the orphanage far, far away from the village she was, growing up in a quiet and dull life, without fun or good friends you can talk to when you feel blue. When she was 7, she realized that she was granted a flexible body somehow and practiced gymnastics alone most of the time, and being accepted into TPIA for her talent.

Roleplay Sample:

"Let's train now, Kiah and Dramte," Geraldine stated one afternoon, after doing fifteen perfect cartwheels with one hand on the clearing of a forest. The
Xatu and Umbreon nodded, ready for their daily training. "Alright, we'll start off with Kiah, use your Drill Peck attack on that tree!" Geraldine commanded,
pointing to a tree with a thick bark a few metres away. Kiah's yellow beak then drilled through the bark of the tree, causing a big whole in the middle.
Geraldine smiled slightly as she called her Xatu back, commanding her Umbreon to knock the remainings of the tree over with Tackle. The Umbreon
charged forward confidently, but unfortnately, the tree barely moved when Dramte's forehead knocked onto the bark. The poor umbreon limped back,
forehead aching. Geraldine rushed towards her pokemon and stroked it gently, confronting her. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. I must've been
too tough on you." The teenage spy returned her pokemon and leaned against the bark of a shady tree. She was deep in thought, falling back into the
memories of her childhood where she had to do dishes and being sneered at most of the time, and wondered how and why someone like her deserved a
flexible body which enabled her the ability to do great gymnastic moves and being accepted into a great HQ like TPIA...

[Serebii and Celibi]

Your not alone Nxyi i,m 10 years old to so now you know your not alone.

Oh and i got a name for your story to.Name Micheal.age.12.apperence.when a bad guy shows up.

Pokemon.Lugia,espeon. weapon.a snag machine.History.is father died when he was 5 and his mother gave him his dad,s espeon.Likes.Pokemon.dislikes.shadow pokemon.

Houndoom1 will you ever answer?

[Houndoom1]

Name: Mace Burden

Age: 19

Occupation: Detective

Rank: Normal

Appearance: He has short black spikey hair. Mace has brownish black eyes. A Black cape that reaches down to his feet. Mace's uniform is a Redish color and has long sleevs. his pant's are a balckish blue with black shoes.

Are you a: actual human being

Pokemon:

Growlith (Barker)
Not the strongest of Mace's Pokemon but Barker is the fastest runner. Mace mostly uses Barker when the situation is not that tough.

Grovyle (Twig)
Twig is the usally helps Mace on investigations. He has a keen eye sight and is the smartest Pokemon on Mace's team.

Flygon (Glider)
Glider is mace'sa strongest Pokemon. He is used mostly in the toughest of battles and Mace trvels on Gliders back to get from city to city.

Intelligence: Smart

Interests: Mace normally sits back and relaxes but when he is not resting he is traing his Pokemon.

Attitude: Mace can be tempered at sometimes but is mostly calm and happy.

Weapons: Two swords thathe leaves at home and sometimes take them out.

History: Mace is lives alone ever since mace was 16 his Parent's settled in Kanto and his Sister became a trainer in jhoto. Most people stay away from him because they think he is misterious and strange. Mace has never liked that and has always tried to convince them other wise.

Sample RPG:

It was a normal day for me. I was about to walk home when a Wanna Be trainer passed by.
"Hey it's that freaky Trainer!" The trainer snorted. "Let's battle!"
I just smile thinking about how stupid the trainer was. Then I got ready to battle! "Go Barker!" I yelled.
My Growlith appered on thbnhe field! The trainer scowled at me and threw a Poke ball on the field. "Go Snorut!" He yelled as his Pokemon took the field.
Then the Battle began!

Edit: I've told you this too many times Serebii and Celibi! I'm not new here and stop asking me that! It's for PMs! If you look at my info you'll see i've been here for a while! You're getting me really angry! And don't post four times in a row it's against the rules!

[Pikachus_Paw]

OoC-Serebii and Celibi, it's not that I want to repeat what Houndoom1 had said, but please do not post more than one time in a row. But other than that, we already had 4 sign-ups xD Yay! Now all i have to do is hope that all of us gets accepted and we can start this RP =P Can't wait ^^ Don't think I have enough info on my sign-up sheet, though =/ Please do give me some tips on how to improve x)

[Munashii]

Houndoom1: You got a SERIOUS typographical error there. However, I'm dying to start this RP so you're in.
Pikachus Paw: Sweet! You're in. Just observe the way you- er- space your RP sample.
Charon-chan: Not bad. Not bad at all, in fact. You're in!
Deathspector: Better hurry up! So far, you're not bad either. I just wanna see your character's RP sample, interests, personality, weapons, etc.

Also, Serebii and Celebi, STFU. That SPAM isn't meant here.
However, Deathspector won't be able to play until he get's his signup sheet completed. Right. And I AM only ten. Let's... START! *fires gun at sky*

RP STARTS HERE.

2:22 PM Metrogates Time

Yumi winced at the brightness of the sun outside. It set an immense headache into her head and tinted her office with a lurid color. She had been sitting there, doing nothing but think. She had finished her last case easily, but she had a problem to solve: her ever so long-time partner at cracking cases, Inasa, had been murdered by ORISON-HELL just yesterday.

She blew an annoying lock of brown hair out of her face and sat up from her uncomfortable seat to draw the curtain for the window. Her office was rather plain: simply a clean desk, a chair, and a black-tinted window serving completely as the wall of the right side, letting in a glare of nasty light.

"Yumi! Agent Yumi!" that ever-so-familiar voice called her name as the being it belonged to opened the door and closed it. At the door stood a man in his 30s, still looking so young and wearing a formal black suit. His face was a bit sour, but somehow it had 'that' annoying smile plastered upon it, as usual, somehow not covered by a well-cut but still protruding moustache.

"Mr. Terossis. I'm ready for a new case," she replied, nodding at nothing.

"You sure?" At those words, Yumi now knew that the so-called 'plastered' smile was real. Perhaps he was about to play a prank? Whatever it was, she wasn't up for it.

"I'm sure, sir. What I'm not sure about is why you seem so obnoxiously cheerful today."

"Ah, nothing. I just got a load of work off myself. Unfortunately, that work is all going to you now."

"Sir?"

"I'm giving you the Kontra case. That's all for now. I need to contact your partners now. Goodbye," he dropped a heavy-looking folder on her desk and left.

[Pikachus_Paw]

“Knock! Knock!” Geraldine switched her attention from the thick fat book she was currently engrossed with towards the polished wooden door of her personal office.

“Please come in,” She said as a man dressed in a black suit stepped inside, a folder in his arm.

“Yes, what is it, Mr. Terroris?” Taking no notice of his grinning-from-ear-to-ear expression, Geraldine buried herself in the book once more. The man cleared his throat and shoved the folder into her hands.

“Agent Geraldine, can’t you put that book down for a moment?. That folder contains information of the Kontra case.” Mr. Terroris frowned slightly, rather annoyed at Geraldine’s arrogance. Geraldine rolled her eyes, placed the folder on her desk and folded her arms. “I’ve already told Agent Yumi,” Mr. Terroris continued, “please approach her if you have any questions. I’ll leave for now.”

The door slammed shut as Geraldine began scanning through the contents of the papers.

OoC-Sorry if I can’t Godmod Mr. Terroris =/ Please post or PM me if I’ve made a mistake and I will really start editing.

[Houndoom1]

Mace was lending back in his chair just thinking about life. He had just finished an Investigation and was tired.

"Knock!" "Knock!" Someone began to knock on Mace's office door. Mace turned his attention away from the door knowing that it was probably some one about to give him to another Investigation.

"I know your in there Mace." A familiar voice said from outside the door.

"Come in..." Mace moaned seeing Mr. Terossis walk in.

"I am sure you must be tired from your last case but I am putting you on an assignment to investigate the Kontra case." Mr. Terossis explained putting some files on Mace's desk. "I have already assigned some of our other spies to the case as well."

Mace continued to ignore Mr. Terossis not noticing his smile.

"Why are you still here?" Mace asked opening the file after a long silence.

"Very well then, Good luck." Mr. Terossis said walking out of Mace's office.

Ooc- Sorry I have a tend to type fast and not read what I'm typing.

[Shadowfaith]

Merged the four posts together, but Serebii and Celibi, please do not post more than once in a row. Double posting is against the rules. If you want to add something, then use the edit button at the bottom of the post you wish to edit, okay?

[Charon]

{ooc| 'Not Bad'? Not 'Brilliant'? 'Incredible'? xD Just Kidding.}

Sprawled against the wall, Sorrel looked nothing like the Master Spy she apparently was. In fact, she just looked like a very young girl, lazing around on a summer afternoon.
She lounged with her back against the brick work, her hand pullled up to her face in order to shield her eyes from the sun. With her cute city shorts and baggy sweatshirt, Sorrel looked more like a paticularily trendy school girl waiting for her friends than anything else. Even the dusty black Murkrow that perched on the wall above her head looked strangely innocent, perched with his wings tucked in close and his eyes closed.

Then, suddenly, a phone began to ring. Sorrel rumaged in her pocket and withdrew her mobile, flipped it open and stared at the caller I.D for a moment. "We've got a job, Cam..." she muttered, almost boredly.
The Murkrow cawed, and hopped down onto her head. She brushed a strand of ashen black hair out of the way, and answered the call.

After a minute or two, she hung up, and rose to her feet. Her Murkrow spread his wings to stay balanced, but otherwise didn't move.
"Our next case: Kontra..." she muttered. "Sounds interesting." Then she grabbed her bag from the seat and headed off.

[Munashii]

Yumi had been walking through the hall of the 18th floor in the HQ, grasping her files and flipping on blue-tinted glasses at the same time. They weren't glasses for the fashion, actually, but they were tiny cameras and audio recorders, with a tiny remote attatched to what looked like her silvery-complexed designed belt that she seldom wore.

She stood on a open platform with higher floor than others, and a holographic remote flashed in front of herself, with little words written on it, showing the floors. Next to a category that went up to the number 30 was a button labelled "next". Yumi ignored the buttons and clicked 'Ground floor' almost without a thought, due to the fact that she had clicked that button one too many times and it was added to her list of instincts that those scientists underground did heaven-knew-what with. Fortunately, those scientists didn't store every bit of her memories, such as private memories and basically, memories in general unless she was a very guilty looking suspect.

At the end of her thoughts, the girl found herself standing in the teleportation elevator platform of the ground floor and she stepped off.

"G'fternoon, agent Yumi!" one of the younger and newer spies greeted cheerfully. Yumi simply walked by and said the greeting, in a more formal way, too low a volume to be heard. The boy who had greeted her slumped in disappointment as one of the more experienced elites explained to him about her hostility.

She exited the HQ and quickly trotted down the large stairs of the building, the heavy clomps of her footsteps more than audible, but even attracting attention of a group of teenage males nearby. If one even THINKS of a catcall, they are so- her thoughts were interrupted by the worst thing possible: a catcall from the rusty-blond freckled taller one of the group, grinning at her. Her programming, as a clone, was to shove off that catcall. However, Yumi's emotions had long taken over her programming.

The girl walked towards the group of boys and asked the taller one who had whistled towards her, "What's your name?" with a sweet smile.

The freckled boy grinned and replied, "My friends call me Milian."

"Well, Milian..." Yumi raised her fist and sent a overdone punch towards the boy's face and sent him falling back into the other boys. "I'd prefer it if you, or any other of your boys in your group of imbeciles, don't call for sexual activity towards me or you'll be having more bruises than you think. Affirmative?" The boys were too stunned to speak, so Yumi just walked away, wearing a terrifying frown that could make any cheerful person walk in gloom.

She stood and waited for her other partners to arrive.

OoC: That's right, I CAN make a bunch of paragraphes about a simple five minutes with very little talking. Oh yeah, and Godmodding Mr. Terrosis is okay.

[Houndoom1]

After reading through most of the file Mace slowly got out of his chair. He grabbed all of his suppiles and walked out of his office.

Mace sighed and walked toward a vending machine. He would usually get a soda before any investigation. With a tired look on his face he got the soda from the machine and began walking through the hallway.

While drinking the soda Mace passed by a group of boys one having a bruise on his face. Mace walked past them trying not to laugh at their misfortune. As Mace continued down the hall he sighed again. "Let's get this investigation over with." He sad to himself.

[SuperGuy]

Name: Trent Retwin
Age: 24
Occupation: Detective
Rank: Executive
Appearance: Here (http://pokewars.pipian.com/art/Trent_and_Ashura.jpg)
Are you a: Cyborg
Pokemon:Sandslash (Ashura)
Intelligence:High
Interests: none
Attitude: Black Hearted
Weapons: Sword, Staff, Gun (automatic)
History: Unknown

[Nina-Chan]

Your 10? I say your quite intelligant and Mature for your age. Kudos to you!

Name: Shilka (Sheeka) Uzumeshik
Age: 15
Occupation: Scientist-spy
Rank: Executive
Appearance: Um, Here. Without the maniac smile and abs. ^.^http://www.animeart.org.uk/gallery/data/media/15/m4girl.jpg
Are you a: Human
Pokemon: Linoone /Destrix/ Male/ - Beautyfly /Spaz/ male/- Gardivour /Zona/Fe/ - Absol /Shak/Male/ - Ninetales /Lexi/Fe/ - Rapidash/Noratu/Male/
Intelligence: Natural, Genius
Interests: Game designing, Computer programming, graphics, art, sleeping.
Attitude: Strong, Non-trustworthy, sneaky, Pissed.
Weapons: Guns, three swords (like zolo!) or a dagger.

History: Red. Liquid. What? Whats this? B-blood? No. No, where did it come from?!?
A 10 year old girl looked around her bedroom. A door. A window. It was dark out. It was night. Wait.

Whose blood was this? Hers? She looked at herself up and down. It was too dark. She stumbled over too a light. "Flick" She used her right hand. "Uungh" Light, bright light came from her lamp. "Oww, my eyes. OW! My arm!!!" She looked at her left arm. Blood, some wet, some dry, covered her left arm. She coulden't move it. Her eyes filled up with big, wet tears. "My arm..." It was sliced open. The deep cut had almosed reached her bone. She was lucky it diden't slice any important veins. "What-AHHH!" She looked up to see a shape, a creature in the darkest corner of her large room. "Wh- who- what are you?" The creatures red eyes glared at her. One of its leafy hands were red with blood. "Your a-"
"Shilka! SHILKA!" Shilka Uzumeshik's Aunt ran into the room. The Shiftery vanished. But the damage done in her soul would stay. She was hugged, washed, and put to bed, safe and sound, right with her aunt -her only living relative-, doors locked, windows shut tight. But Shilka stayed awake. The pokemon was in for good. Once that thing was in the house, it would haunt her till she moved out. And thats what it did.

She still has memorys of the dreadful Shiftary that attacked her, and now she is a scientist, she can research why. Her left hand has always had a black scar running down from the shoulder to the wrist.
Sample role play:
This is my first-ever role play. ^.^

[Munashii]

OOC: Sandslashman, work on your character's attitude a little more and you'll be accepted. Also, you lack an RP sample. xXMunchlaxrox772Xx, you're character is just fine, and I know about the 'mature' thing.

IC:
MPS C344 CASE FILES

Suspects: 5
Terry Berecham (Human)
Yurusenai Tenma (Cyborg)
Vance Anistersy (Clone)
Mnemosyne Charenn (Clone)


Yumi gasped in surprise when she saw the last suspect name:

Inasa Urisou (Human)

She slammed down the document on the bench and leaped up, storming away into the HQ while bearing and even worse frown than before.

[Nina-Chan]

Shilka could not help hear the others talking as she walked to the laboratory room she was working in. "So, they get Kontra? That can't be C344, could it?" The girl tapped her boot impatiently. "Well, I've got something else to work on, anyway." Noticing the small crowd that had backed away from Yumi, Shilka smirked at the boys. "You guys got agent Yumi angry? Pfft," Shilka growled under her breath. "Darn. And I missed it too..."

"Agent Sheelka!" (Oh, no... He pronounced it -Shiillka- instead of -Sheeka-!)

"Grrrrr..." Shilka saw the man talking to her. "Good Morning, Agent Turoro." She said in her sweetest voice. Good, she thought. That stupid man is holding a fruit...

"Ughh, Agent Sheelka? Are you ok?" Agent Turoro studdered, knowing she was being to nice and was up to something.

Shilka took out a dagger, turned around, and threw it behind her, right at Turoro. Turoro squeeked as the dagger nearly missed his head, and caught the apple. "Darn," Shilka grinned as she went to retreive her dagger and her apple. "That nearly got you. Please say my name right next time." She turned arouned and gave him an evil glare. Whilst repetitively bonking him on the head with the juicy apple, she was screeming; "It's Sheeka! Not Shiilka! You retarded freak!"

Onlookers only sighed. "There goes Shilka on poor Agent Turoro again." They watched him in him moments of pain. "Heheh, maybe he will learn his lesson soon...

When Shilka calmed down, Agent Turoro asked her how their reaserch was going. Shilka looked at him while taking a bite of the apple. "Well, since I always do all the work, I'll tell you." Shilkas eyes did seem to soften and glisten like they always did when she was reaserching. "I think it's a type of sickness pokemon can get..."

[Munashii]

She was already planning how to scream at Mr. Terossis (or whoever) for putting Inasa on the suspect list. What had he done wrong? It was enraging. Inasa had just about been the closest to a boyfriend Yumi had ever had. He was kind, understood her, and even did the beating up of the nearest catcaller who dared to even think of whistling when Yumi carried her fairly attractive body anywhere. And he was dead. She was also planning on asking how a dead person could be a suspect to a crime. However serious the penalty would be, it couldn't be carried out because the person would be dead. Yumi couldn't understand the human thirst for knowledge, private activity with another gender, and power. It all seemed pointless to her, but then again, she knew she was just computer generated not to understand emotions as such mentioned.

She heard the swish of a dagger and saw an apple get pierced by one in her peripheral vision. "What the-" she reflexively uttered, followed by a four-lettered swear word (OoC: Don't guess which one).

"AGENT SH- Shi- whatever," she yelled. It was Yumi's job to keep track of all the agents' names in TPIA, but she obviously didn't do a good job of it. However, she knew this agent had a name beginning with S. When the agent, too posessed in her moment of whacking a poor man on the head profusely, didn't hear her Yumi sighed.

When the beating was done and the agent began talking to the man and, in Yumi's opinion, looking a bit eerie, Yumi grabbed the chance to yell at the agent.

"AGENT WHATEVER-THE-HECK-YOUR-NAME-IS!" she yelled. "Why did you assault Agent Turoro by almost concaving his head and throwing a dagger at him, assuming it was meant for his head?"

It was way too early to be yelling at other agents, anyway...

[Nina-Chan]

Shilka merely blinked at the angry officer. "C'mon. You know I would never really hit him." She muttered under her breath, "Not too hard, anyway..." She looked back up at Yumi. "I have never missed the selected target, Yumi." Her eyes were almost snake-like as she hissed the words. "The target was the apple."

Shilka suddenly leaned over and hugged agent Turoro. "Besides, were best buds anyway! Right Turoro? RIGHT?!?"

He blushed and replied, "Y-yeah, best buds..." He looked up at Yumi and saluted her. "We must get back to work, Ma'am."

Shilka grinned and in a strange respectful way, she saluted also. "We will return to our posts promptly, Agent Yumi. We thank you for keeping us on our toes." With a smirk she turned around and walked off, pulling Agent Turoro with her.

"Umm... Agent Shilka?" Shilka lost her smirk and turned to him. She whispered into his ear.

"Best not to get on her bad side. Just be respectful. I know her." Shilka's grin returned. "I wonder if C344 will have anything to do with our research..."

[Scottura]

Name: Scottura Wyvern
Age: 18
Occupation: Trainer/Thief (Rarely turns to theivery)
Rank: Elite
Appearance: Around 5'7, with a bit of a toned body. His skin is pale because he spends most of his time inside. His eyes are a light brownish-red and his hair is the darkest black. His hair is a bit spiky but really messy. Around his neck is a gunmetal silver necklace or pendant in the shape of a crown. He has a scar coming from his right shoulder blade to his left rib on his back. His clothes are black pants, black long-sleeve shirt with a dragon inprint on the back, black and red sneakers.
Are you a: Human
Pokemon:
Pikachu
Charizard
Absol
Ditto
Houndoom
Banette
Intelligence: Extremely High
Interests: His Pokemon, shiny objects, battling, watching other people embarress themselves.
Attitude: Although he rarely admits it, Scottura is often quite withdrawn and introspective. He knows that there is a lot that he does not understand about himself, and this causes him to be irritable at times, and sometimes even to snap at friends. He changes for the better once he realizes that there are bigger problems than himself to deal with.
Weapons: dual guns(two guns), Buster sword
History: Despite all his memory he can only remember the first pokemon he received and all the pokemon he's captured and battled, along with the people he's battled.
Roleplay Sample:
Colt sees the big hunk of junk moving "ha its the big walking talking clock thing!"
Epsilon stares at Colt. "Not friendly life form." And with that, he jumped. He held his neckless in his hand. "Tell me, what is your main power source? Hm?"
"Colt haven't you got better things to do than be a raging demon psychopath?" mocked a dark figure as it jumped down from a tree nearby. "I mean c'mon, they're obvisly going to beat you in the end... Either that or just get you really locco." The figure started laughing at the mess Colt had made, "And I don't want to be the one to clean up after you."
"No, I wanna know your power scource, both of you. If you were a demon, you wouldn't be walking. You'd be confined under ground. You've lyed all the way, what are you, and what is your power scource?"
"i am Demon but not full fledged so because i am not full fledged i can walk the world of mortals hahaha and Scott my brother why do u have to go on yapping so about the messes and my fun bah!"
"You haven't answered my question yet, so I will attack all of you!" Epsilon jumped, and slammed his neckless into colt's face.
"Seeing as your a demon you can survive this, but now, you have clockwork inside you. I can control clockwork, so If I ever see your face again, its bye bye demon. But, your brother may attack, but be warned, it will happen to you to!"

[Munashii]

OOC: Sorry, sorry! I've had the worst case of writer's block, my pendrive's been screwed up, etc. Scottura, you're in. Please keep this roleplay alive, players! PLEASE!

[Munashii]

OOC: Yo, is it me or is everyone in this thread either too dang lazy to get off their butts and write a post here or are experiencing their 300th writer's block? Off your butts now, and I'm sorry if this double posting isn't allowed! Darn...
(sorry for the rudeness, I'm just getting very angry now is all)

IC: Yumi simply stood there, undertaking a brainstorm. they struck her at most unneccessary times. Abruptly, her right arm reached down and grabbed her COM-92 and scrolled down her call list, calling Mr. Terossis.

"TEROSSIS-SAMA!" she literally screamed, even before he picked up the communicator and answered, therefore he only heard the
OSSIS-SAMA part of her rant.

"Yumi! You nearly deafened me! What do you WANT?" he yelled back, trying to be heard over Yumi's screaming.

"Why- no, how DARE you put Inasa, my closest friend ever, on the suspect list! He's DEAD!" she shrieked, now attracting attention.

"Look, I don't have time for this." Suddenly, Mr. Terossis hung up.

"TEROSISS-SAMA YOU BAKA!!" Yumi shrieked, knowing that this amount of disrespect would probably get her demoted, but then again she was throwing a tantrum now and didn't care.

"Agent Yumi-" one brave lower agent soothingly said as she grabbed Yumi's shoulder. "Please don't yell. You're attracting attention which may shame the entire TPIA as we know it. Would you like to have some tea with me? There's a nice restaurant I know not far off from here where the tea is very relaxing. I'll be with two other agents at 3:00 there later if you want to come, okay? Bye." The courageous agent left a still steaming Yumi.

OoC: -sama: Very respectful suffix used as a term of address to a person worth deeply respecting.
baka: idiot.

Excuse my very annoying use of japanese words!