Monster Art Online (OOC)
Angel is meek, his temperament more suited to following orders rather than giving them. He works very hard, unconsciously understanding that he is unlikely to get any praise for his efforts. He just doesn't know how to not do work. He takes great joy in small pleasures like a little money or a plastic top. Large toys and gifts, basically anything that could be a big deal, is rather frightening to him. It's like promises. They are the scariest thing in the world. Angel has never been to a big fancy party and sometimes hides from crowds. It is simply too many noises for him to process at one time. Even working in the diner, he has to put his full concentration in it or no good food will flow from the kitchen.
He smiles rather easily, this young lad, so much so that he doesn't realize he's doing it a lot of the time. He spends most of his time content and happy for reasons people can only guess. Even though he can't see people's smiles, Angel can certainly appreciate the happiness that radiates from a person after a well-cooked meal or good event. In truth he's easy to emotion itself, except for anger, which mostly portrays itself as frustration and childish fury. These fits can sometimes last for hours, hence why people are more prone to making him smile. That sort of thing would actually seem like they are spoiling him, but in truth it is because they want to use him.
Angel is a pushover. He has never properly stood up to somebody in his life. The most he has honestly done in the name of defiance is change the fruit fillings in a pie. He is actually too simple-minded to do so properly. Complicated issues like deep friendships, mathematics, or peer pressure have never been his strong suit, so he naively takes a lot of things as they appear. When he is told that is a dangerous idea, in return he thinks slowly on that subject. He is never a fast thinker and a very quiet speaker. His words are typically small answers that leave much to be desired yet he probably doesn't know how to say what's missing. Like with this game. He's never even played a video game before, nor has he ever been able to see before. Believe you me, he's quite confused. And frightened. He wishes he could go back to what he knows, which is cooking, Braille, and his best friend Benjy. Oh and his Shetland pony Apple. At least they make sense.
Also, he is very afraid of dogs. They are too noisy and clingy and mess up his concentration. He will likely become as frozen as a Buneary around any dog Pokemon, even if they are friendly.
Angel has lived a remarkably unremarkable life until recently. He was born in a suburban area of Chicago, a place that was well-to-do enough that some people raised chickens in their backyards. Yes Chickens. I'll have you know it's perfectly legal to raise at least two. His mother was (well technically is) a businesswoman, sharp and quick to get things done. She is typically known in two modes: motherly and commanding officer. Papa typically bows to this mode many a time. He himself is a cook at a small but popular diner, being a rather laidback, easily satisfied sort of fellow. Angel was born to these parents almost completely normally. Well, of course, he was also born blind but that is something else, something that actually made the couple rather nervous about having any future children. They were not particularly poor but nor were they rich. There was going to be quite a bit to pay for. So they decided silently to avoid the possibility but not complain if it came up.
If this ever bothered the young lad, Angel never made a whisper of complaint. Instead he took to trying to chase the cat. Cats are very quiet but that was exactly why as a young toddler, he tried to chase after it. It made no noise like his toys so therefore it must be very, very interesting. The cat led him all sorts of places, including into the backyard of someone with chickens. This person was Benjamin Stone, soon to be known as Benjy. Young seven-year-old Benjy's greeting was the worst start to a friendship.
"Can't ya see the sign," the little boy growled grumpily turning away. "No trespassers allowed!"
Angel had only smiled and answered. "Can't see you. Where's my cat?"
The conversation went on like this for quite a while. Benjy was quite an intelligent boy, however, he was puzzled by something: how happy and oddly unconcerned by the situation the boy was. Deciding it would take further study, the young genius decided to befriend the oddity known as Angel. Not really getting this, Angel accepted. It was never precisely a friendship but neither of them was able to hate the other.
Around the age of seven, Ange was tutored at home. He had learned the basics of Braille yet he had very few books to read. Honestly, he could have been sent to public school but his parents wanted to keep an eye on their rather simple minded son. So with that, his father exposed him to the world slowly, letting him help at the diner, teaching him to cook, and letting this boy learn in a silent focused environment. To Benjy, a boy who went to public school, this seemed like a dream come true. Sometimes he would skip over and listen in, inwardly sighing at Angel's inability to grasp math but incredible ability at the sciences. He would frequently tutor him, while in exchange make Angel cook what little he was allowed to make. This was mildly dangerous, as Angel once had mistaken a type of knife and cut his hand open from not being able to hold it properly. Thankfully he survived, leaving his father to end up keeping an eye on him from that point forward in the kitchen.
Benjy, being a smart boy who for some reason despised sitting still, often dragged Angel out of the house. Therefore, they got the boy an assisting animal: a Shetland pony who he called Apple. Originally, she would have been a dog, but Angel had bad experiences with dogs in his neighborhood too many times. Apple would frequently carry him out of the trouble that Benjy got him in. While his friend was genuinely trying to have fun and take him fun places, Benjy's other friends were not so well-intentioned. They frequently blamed misdeeds on the blind boy or made him commit pranks he didn't understand were wrong. Around a year ago, Angel stopped going with them, unhappy with his mother yelling at him for actions he may or may not have committed. It caused a large fight with Benjy, ending with the pair of them not speaking.
When MAO came out, Angel had no idea, having buried himself in helping at the diner. Benjy, feeling rather guilty for the fight, created a character and bought the game for Angel to play, leaving one small thing changed: his gender. When the game started, it was delivered to Angel's home. Curious, the boy played it, only to end up very confused and shaken. After all, for the first time in his life, he could see.
Ange's build is smaller than it ought to be, as though her growth period had been ended early. It is very similar to how Angel looks in real life. She is lean, physically capable, but tends to be more agile... if dodging was her first idea of movement. THe avatar's are particularly small but powerful, used for gripping cooking utensilsHer hair is relatively short and wavy, a burnt orange color that mostly spends its time covering her ears. Ange has aqua eyes, something she had never known until recently. The idea of color until now was foreign and for the most part, misunderstood. Benjy had done very well in creating her avatar before, it seemed, accurate down to the sizes of a girl at this age. They are average, almost unremarkable, rather like his best friend would be. Even the scars from where Angel had accidentally slipped with the knife and nearly cut his hand open three years back is a vivid pink on slightly golden skin. She has small dimples in her cheeks and lips easy for smiling.
However good Benjy is at designing, he didn't count on one thing: her outfit is not suited for journeying kthx bai. No really, it's not. He almost forgot to put shoes in. The outfit looks like pajamas. It pretty much is a pair of baby blue pajamas. The sleeves for all of it go down to her wrists and they are thick and fluffy. She is pajama trainer. On her back is a very out of place olive-green rucksack with its many pockets and typical pokeball on the front in a shade of forest green. What is in the bag? Not much, considering she just started playing. She thinks there might be a compass. Maybe. She's never used one before so no one thinks so. What shoes did Benjy throw on her at the last minute you may ask? Moccasins. Yes, grey ones. They will definitely not last long. Let's hope she can find a clothing store.
From The Children Are Hunted
Sia- (Male Solosis)- Level 10 Screech, Rollout, Psywave, Reflect
Kii- (Female Caterpie)- Level 5 Tackle, String Shot, Bug Bite (can't use very well)
I haven't posted a RP for months now so shush xD
You are both reserved.
Please reserve me a spot ^^ this looks really fun :3
Gladly! You are reserved as well. I guess there's no rush with finishing the SUs. The RP won't start until Thursday at the verrrrry earliest but it's more likely that I'll wait until Saturday.
Uhm... Can I reserve a spot? :)
@ Claire, no. Everyone but you can.
*reserves a nice spot for Claire*
This looks absoloutely amazing! I would definitely enter, but I'm already really busy with other roleplays. Nice work RHCP, your roleplays are always outstanding.
This looks like a really interesting RP, I'd like to reserve a spot please if possible! :)
Nevermind, out of time!
I'll ask for a reserve on one condition. would my character be allowed to attack other trainers out of desperation if he was losing a battle? Its my current central idea for my character.
So I guess it wouldn't be impossible, as the player's human character is a realistic enough entity even in the midst of a battle. Your character would probably get a really bad reputation for doing so, though. Kind of equal to player killers in other games :p
Hey, I was thinking about having some kind of professions that the players could go about doing besides training, to make the world seem more alive. I didn't include them in the final thread, but I think maybe I'd want to implement them anyways. It would be stuff like:
Breeder (taking other people's pokémon in and watching over them until they produce an egg MAGICALLY OK no adult stuff it's a game u know. Only breeders can make pokémon produce eggs. This sounds so obscene. But it isn't)
Tutor (like a daycare on the move, training other people's pokémon for money. Tutors could teach pokémon moves they don't naturally have in their level-up moves list)
Crafter (crafting evolution items from parts, for money. They can find items out in routes, that no one else can find)
Chemist (gathering berries and plants to make potions for selling. Probably only chemists would be able to find and pick berries if this was a profession)
Angler (the only ones who can use the Super Rod and they will catch rarer pokémon with the Good Rod than others will. People can pay them to capture water types for them, or trade other pokémon for the angler's caught ones)
And you could suggest professions to me and I could include them in the RP if they sound alright.
RHCP, you know I cannot resist your RPs. (Stop making them so darn appealing!) Since I'm going on break and next semester have an easier course load I'll be able to participate in this and Checkmate (since we're going relatively slow for now)
"relatively slow" xD But yeah, of course I'll reserve you!
I think TM moves could be covered by the Tutor profession (since I think we should only let pokémon learn the natural level-up moves by leveling up) and berry farming is done by Chemists. Fossils is interesting, I'm not sure how to make it a worthwhile profession though. Researchers could perhaps get some fun treat, I'm not sure what they would do "for a living" though.
Oh, a custom pokéball maker! Like Kurt. Someone who could gather Apricorns and maybe some other stuff to craft different kinds of pokéballs.
Wow, this looks fun! Reserve a spot for me, I will post my SU tomorrow.
I.....I CAN'T RESIST.
reserve plzkthx! I love this!!
Oh my, this is filling up fast, isn't it? Of course you can't resist ;D
Both of you are reserved.
Oh I'd take fossil hunter. Kabuto is epic! ok I know exactly what I'm going with. a mostly fossil based team. kabuto as my starter.
and RHCP you didn't add me to the reserved list. WEll I guess that shouldn't matter much now, though I need to know pictures or no for the appearance section?
Real Name: Jason Wolf
Real Age: 17
Real Gender: male
Personality: Jason has always been a bit… “energetic”. With a mild cause of ADHD, you’ll always find Jason unable to sit still, shut up, or keep on topic. Despite pushes from his parents to put this energy into sports, Jason preferred to sit around, and soak up random trivia on the internet and play video games. This combo has led him to be have a wealth of semi-useful information, and a slight addiction to the pokemon franchise, one that goes so far that he has almost memorized the pokedex. Typically he’s not so bad a pretty average guy who you might hang out with thanks to the medication he’s on since it helps him stay in control a bit more. Though if you start a conversation with Jason you’ll run the risk of a never ending debate on what Pokemon should do for the next game, and that argument will not end well. Jason is terribly opinionated, and his temper is as short as a Primeape’s. Despite his pathetically average build, he can be rather threatening. He’s willing to start a fist fight over some of his most dearly held values, like what he‘s willing to do to succeed, his stance on war, and sadly his pokemon games. Those fist fights also got started over his bullying issues, being a nerd never was easy. Over all highly volatile and extremely unpredictable Jason is someone who you’d better be careful around, but the benefits may out weight the costs.
History: Up in a reserved northern Maine community Jason Wolf was brought into this world. Many of teachers wish he hadn’t. Through his early years Jason was notorious for being an uncontrollable wild child. For some reason it took until his late middle school years for them to realize the child had ADHD. By then it was a bit too late though, Jason reputation was set in stone. The small town would always know him as what he was, an incredibly brilliant, but terribly obnoxious and hyper kid. With that as his rep, high school was rather aggravating. He was the easiest target with a couple of emotion and real scars from the idiotic things he did when he wasn’t thinking things through. Climbing the statue in the middle of town in a dare, getting lost in the woods while playing cops and robbers, and catching his neighbor’s cat in an elaborate trap out of boredom are a few examples. Probably the only hobby Jason enjoys that never got him in trouble was fossil hunting. With the high rocky coasts Jason could easily find the preserved remains in the shale. He kept a six piece collection of his best fossils on the shelf over his computer.
Jason thought it’d be the best week of his life when his school closed because it was damaged in a lightning storm, and a new pokemon game was coming out. It would be the perfect escape. Especially with how bad the one of the bullies had gotten. Normally they kept to rude comments and obnoxious jokes, but this guy was pushing it. He had broken into Jason's locker and stole all the books then returned them covered in grafiti, and even more recently had tried to plant fireworks in his locker, but accidently set one off before he finished the job. This week was suposed to be vacation from it all then it became his new torment.
((is it ok that some of the personality section explains his history too since I didn't put those points in the history as well.))
Avatar Name: Jercio Shade
Avatar Age: 17
Avatar Gender: male
Jason may have spent a bit too long customizing his avatar, and ended up rather unsure what he wanted to make. He originally considered copying red, but realized that was fartoo cliché. Instead Jason designed a rather average character, but one prepared for whatever could come his way. If this game was as immersive as it said then Jason wanted to be ready. Jercio stands right at six foot two inches, and has a fairly average build and weight maybe a little under. His face has sharp features which frame his glaring amber eyes. Jason specially made it so theymade it obvious when Jercio looked at you. Jason added a tiny scar just to the left of the center of Jercio's upper lip to mirror his own. Jercio has rather shaggy brown hair,but he hides it under a dark brown leather fedora.
To match this Jercio wears a leather duster, but it’s adarker grayish brown that Jason spent forever trying to make. Under that Jerciohas two shirts a light gray short sleeve shirt over a long sleeve dark red shirt, for pants he wears black carpenter style jeans, and for footwear he has brown steel toe hiking boots. To keep up the theme of leather Jercio also has a leather belt with a pokeball holster on its right side, and carries a black leather satchel.
Starter Pokémon: Tyrogue, Yohi
Male; Vital Spirit; Hasty; Tackle, Fake Out, Foresight, Helping Hand.
Tyrogue, Yohi; Male; Hasty; Vital Spirit; Tackle, Fake Out, Helping Hand, Foresight; http://www.pokecommunity.com/picture...ictureid=68319
Pidgey, Hurek; Male; Hasty; Keen Eye; Tackle, Sand Attack, Gust; http://www.pokecommunity.com/picture...ictureid=68549
Spinarak, Witor; Male; Naughty; Sniper; Poison Sting, String Shot, Scary Face; http://www.pokecommunity.com/picture...ictureid=68551
Roleplay Sample: (provide a post from another RP you've been in. As recent as possible, but it should still reflect how you are planning to post in this RP. If you really have no sample post, type something up on the spot to show off!)
Wish I had a more recent pokemon one, but I’m between pokemon RP’s. This also may not have been the best as this is a robot, with minimal emotion and personality. If you’d prefer I write one more relatable to Jercio/Jason I’d be happy to.
Relak the Golem
A Machine's will
Relak’s body crashed to the floor smashing the cobbles. Relak glared at the new creature. His magnetic powers still needed a moment to charge up. When they did glowing red arcs of electricity shot out hitting all of his limbs and pulling them towards him. Re-assembled the golem towered over all the others. With a inhuman laugh Relak smashed his fists into the ground cracking the stone floor even more. Another burst of energy flew outward twisting the restraints that had once held him. Relak tore them off the wall and imbued them on his chest to seal the damage from the draining machine. It appeared like a baldrick across his chest.
“Repairs fulfilled. Begin retreat.” Relak bellowed.
He stomped after the beast who had barked an order at him. He was far from subtle in his escape leaving a path of destruction behind him. At least the others could follow him easy. Unlike him trying to follow the wolfos he only barely kept up using his runic eyes to see the energy flowing off of him. Even as he ran Relak was deciding whether or not he should keep following this creature, or if he should just break off. After all Relak had minimal knowledge on these organics.
Also due to the hostile nature of the other nearby life forms the assumption that these organisms could be hostile led Relak to begin sharpening his fists on the walls. Anyone who got in his way would be trampled or just be ripped apart. The golem was on a mission. Survival now and return home later.
All was going well until Relak got cut off by two vile creatures. Their bodies were disfigured masses of flesh and fat, and their repulsive tusked faces looked as though they had been flattened by the impact of massive hammer. They wielded bladed weapons on the end of a staff, but Relak didn’t see them as polearms due to their very crude construction. The blades were jagged and seemed as though they were forged using stones. The creatures prodded Relak with the pathetic weapons, but the shabby craftsmanship led to the tips shattering on Relak’s metal skin.
“Futile attempts. Demonstration of resolve necessary.” Relak roared.
The golem pulled back his right fist and thrust it forwards. Contact was made on the first monster’s neck, and easily cracked the spinal cord. The sharpened edges on Relak’s hands also cut and tore the creature’s throat letting blood spew from its veins. Enraged the other creature increased its attacks, but they were still not enough to cause any real damage. Relak raised both of his fists and slammed them down on the creatures head splitting its skull and spilling it’s small mind. With the monster’s dispatched and his hands covered in their blood Relak tried to find the creature he had been following before.
“Objective lost. Inferring possible routes.” Relak said doing his best to pick up the remaining traces of energy.
((final thing I jsut wanna ask why do some of you guys go out of your way to make these over the top SU's? I'm not talking the content, that you should strive for, but the formating. It feels like a bit much. sure it looks nice, but I don't even know how you do it. It seems a bit odd for a very much text based media.))
Aye, good afternoon! Would it be alright for me to reserve a spot, perchance? You see I have the dreaded finals this week, but once I am done with the last I am rid of 'em until the next semester. So, I will not be able to post my SU until those are out of the way. If allowed the chance though I would love to try a shot to get in this very intriguing roleplay.
I would greatly appreciate you letting me know if you have the time. Thank you. (:
Oh, and RHCP, I want Eevee as a starter, so could you reserve Eevee for me, please? Thanks!
I have a small question: If your character was blind or disabled in any other way on Earth, would the disability apply in the game as well?
Real Age: 18
Real Gender: Male
Personality: The world is his playground, and the virtual world, his reality; this is not a mental complex, it's Kion's philosophy. The world, as Kion sees it, is dull and boring; it was created for the purpose of living, but that's it. Even the concrete jungle that we've created seems to only exist for the purpose of capitalism and prolonging such dull lives. Everything in life that we have and do is just to make life a little less boring. That's how he sees life, therefore, it's not surprising that he was a quiet and uninspired person in life. He saw life as a chore that he had no interest in ending; every day was a Sisyphean task, the same thing over and over again. He had friends, but their only use to him was to waste time. He mostly spent his time reading books, playing video games, and watching movies and anime. His family often worried about him, as most of the time he seemed almost lifeless, as if he were simply waiting to die. It was really for their sake that he was able to thrive as he did in school, as his parents and his younger brother were all that he truly cared about in life, even if they were merely transient beings, much like himself. He didn't want to hurt them, so he studied, and he worked hard; he did things that meant nothing to him to appease his family.
History: Kion was born into a loving American family of five. He had a mother named Trisha, a father named Paul, a little brother named Dennis, and an older brother named Marco. Kion always looked up to Marco as a child. He seemed to be good at everything he did, and he always seemed to have fun doing whatever he did. It was because of Marco that Kion strove to be a successful person. He tried to be smart, just like Marco; he tried to be fast, just like Marco; he tried have a lot of friends, just like Marco. Everything he did became motivated from the actions of his brother, and while he couldn't meet the caliber of his older brother with the age difference between them, he did become an overall better person because of his strife.
Eventually, Marco went to college, and he made Kion promise that, even in his absence, Kion would continue to develop as he had been. Of course, Kion accepted, and he did just that. In fact, as he entered high school, he became the spitting image of his older brother, and his parents were quite proud of him. He was going to move on to big things, no doubt. His brother always told him that he could be whatever he wanted to be, something that held little weight to him when spoken by anyone other than his shining idol that was Marco. He took the words to heart, and decided that he wanted to work at NASA. Thus, he studied, and he studied hard.
One day, after having pulled an all-nighter studying for his Freshman midterms, Kion went downstairs to get a drink. As he passed by his living room, he heard faint crying by his fireplace. He went to investigate to find his mother on the couch with her sobbing face hidden in her hands and his father holding her close. He asked them what was wrong, and his father told him to sit down in a nearby chair. He started to tell Kion the situation, but as he did his mouth became dry and his eyes started to water; he just couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead, he pointed to the phone, and Kion walked over to it; there appeared to be one message on the receiver. He looked at his dad, and his dad nodded in response. He put the phone to his ear and listened to the message. It was from Marco's college guidance counselor.
"Dear Mr. and Mrs. Fenela," she started in a choked voice. "We regret to inform you that..." There was a pause in the message. "That Marco Fenela has passed away...His roommate found him hanging in his room last night..." She paused again, clearly trying to hold back audible crying. "It seems that Marco's death was the cause of stress and depression."
That was all that Kion heard. He dropped the phone in shock and seemed to be almost catatonic, as if he were completely hollow inside. Since then, all of his emotions seemed to be repressed. All of the clubs he engaged in, all of the physical activities that he took part in, and most of the friends he had were a thing of the past; he didn't care about them anymore. He lost all hope because, not only was the most influential person in his life was dead, but everything that that person taught him was a complete and utter lie.
Kion lost enjoyment in most of the things that he did prior to his brother's death. He took to video games, books, and TV for alternate realities, ones where he wouldn't have to deal with all of the crap that life had to offer. He understood the reasons for his brother's death; it was because he was naive enough to think that he could take to the future without fear, that things would always be easy and "fun" for him if he were to try hard. That's when life cut him with the cold sword that is reality. He considered it naive, but the last thing he would call it was foolish; his brother's outlook on life was effective and completely logical...but he just couldn't follow through. Kion stopped caring about what the future had for him and cast away any fear of death; philosophy and surrealism were his new best friends.
Years passed and Kion purchased the highly-anticipated Virtual Reality RPG, Monster Art Online. It intrigued Kion that such a game could exist, one that would completely disregard reality as he knew it in favor of a much different one. It excited him. He was quick to buy a copy of the game, and promptly logged in to try the new sensation.
MAO Persona - Fel
Avatar Age: 21
Avatar Gender: Male
Avatar Appearance: Standing tall at around 6'2, Fel has black hair that spikes at the bottom. His skin is a light brown color, similar to that of one who lives in sunny region. He wears an open zip-up sweatshirt, and under that he wears a black T-shirt. He's wide-eyed and has a slender face. On his lower half, he wears jeans and black sneakers with white stripes. Save for the hair and the skintone, Fel looks a lot like his real life counterpart. Granted, he doesn't have the imperfections that Kion often has, such as blemishes and some freckles he'd prefer not to have, and his build, being as slender yet still somewhat muscular as it was, was more surreal than Kion could even dream to be. In fact, most of his features, as similar as they may be, are more fantastic than those of Kion, and he had no gripe with that. It wasn't so much that he was trying to create himself as he was trying to create a character based off of him, making him taller, sharper-eyed, and more muscular than Kion.
His arms are long, as is his frame, the latter attributing to his height. His jeans are a dark blue color, one that could easily be confused for black, and they have white pokeball prints going down both sides of each leg. His T-shirt has a subtle gray print of a large lightning bolt on it, attributing to his love for electric type pokemon. He sometimes wears a black baseball cap with a red bill with a monochrome emblem on the front of DJ Mary's head.
MAO Personality: Kion finds solace in anything fantasy, they provide for him a "reality" for him that can't exist in what is the true reality. A reality for him that can be anything it wants to be, often building off of a fragment of reality and creating something completely new and interesting; thus, he immerses himself in these experiences. One could say that the Fel is closer to the real Kion than the physical Kion is. Needless to say, when Kion was trapped in MAO, he was ecstatic.
Fel, in contrast to his living counterpart, is far more lively. He's the ambitious type, but defeating the gym leaders and becoming Pokemon League champion is the last thing on his mind. He instead prefers to engage in all that the game has to offer. For the most part, he's a kind individual, and he's not quick to attack other players. Still, this isn't to say that he won't use other people for various purposes, and he often does if it comes down to it. Though he's a fan of soloing, he won't hesitate to socialize or party with others; he's quite sociable. He's the type to make impromptu sarcastic jokes or references to other media that people may or may not understand, even if it is only for his enjoyment. He also avoids insulting people with name calling or threats in favor of backhanded or facetious comments. Still, he's a tolerant person, and it takes a lot for someone to really piss him off.
He definitely wouldn't call himself a "goody two-shoes", as he is the type to throw out societal morals for the sake of personal ones. For instance, he'll help out those who are in trouble for little reason other than the fact that it gives him something to do (that's what he tells himself, anyway), but if there was an "evil" organization or something akin to them, Fel would hear out what their cause is before completely dismissing them, even if he would be considered "evil" by association. Having said that, he's not the type to condone senseless or unnecessary PKing or PKing for fun when the fear people feel is real. Kion was never the type to fear death in real life, the notion of it just seemed like "the end to a dull existence and the beginning of some new mysterious adventure", even if that "adventure" was nothingness. As Fel, he does not exactly fear death so much as he wants to stay away from it at all costs. The surreal world that he existed in is something completely new and very fun and exciting, like an entirely new life. However, he knows that not everyone feels the same way that he does. He, in this sense, isn't normal. "Normal" people fear death, and "normal" people use that fear of death as a drive to live each day and to strive to become better, because "normal" people fear death, and they don't want to die as a nobody or alone.
His style of fighting with pokemon is often never direct. He never really engages his pokemon with an enemy head-on unless he's 100% sure that he can defeat them, so he often relies on tactics that utilize speed rather than those that rely on strength or brute force. For this reason, he prefers using fast pokemon and usually trains the pokemon that aren't fast in speed stats, as its much safer than strength and much quicker than defense. That is, if he catches pokemon. He prefers smaller parties of about 1 to 3, rather than full parties of six, it feels more personal to him when he does so. He considers himself foolish, as he has the tendency to put his pokemons' health before his own, despite the fact that they're nothing more than AI and data. Part of him feels that it is because he is simply trying to immerse himself in the experience even more, but he also feels that it may be because it isn't their fault for getting involved with him, and they have no reason to die for the sake of his selfish ventures.
Roleplay Sample: From Sword Art Online: Infinity Edition
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