Pokemon Chronicles: Episode 1: OOC Thread

With her, she carries a trusty emerald notebook and a mechanical pencil with a pokeball symbol on it to take notes. These are usually stored inside the sling bag which she carries on her right shoulder, the carrier is of a brown shade and has only two different compartments. Adel keeps her pokeballs latched securely on a scarlet belt which goes usually unseen just under the edge of her shirt. After years of studying, despite the fact that Adel did not gain much knowledge, she developed a small case of short-sightedness. Objects that are too far away appear to be blurry to her, hence, she keeps a pair of black, rectangular framed spectacles to be utilized when required.​

Personality: Adel may look like a sweet and amiable girl due to her apparel and congenial smile, however, one must learn that it is only wise to be cautious around her. She is a fiercely independent girl who dislikes being ordered around, she feels that it is a chore to listen to useless comments when one should just take action without hesitation. Adamant and stubborn, she never listens to anyone who gets in her way and disapproves of her views. Anyone who does so will be immediately marked down in her eyes, even more so if she finds their opinions ridiculous.​

As proud as a Persian, Adel holds herself in high regard, and will not take any gossip nor insult directed to her lightly. She doesn't support discrimination of any sort (this kind of contradicts with her obvious distaste to anyone with un-serious opinions), being biased and unfair are the key points of which she highly rejects in anyone who is her friend. A polite girl when she's in the right mood, she always reminds herself of proper conduct and makes it a note to inform others of their bad habits as well. Though she may seem repetitive and irritating due to this, she does it all with a good motive. She goes by the book and is one who follows rules and constantly nags at trouble-makers and misbehaving individuals. Adel is someone who never says 'no' to a chance to take charge, she is dependable when it comes to having tasks accomplished via paperwork and trustworthy when one needs to meet a deadline. Though she comes off as a wet blanket to most, she is capable of telling a joke or two and would never refuse nor turn down a chance to have harmless fun, but only allows herself to indulge in such activities when she deems in suitable (which is not always the case). Adel is known to have a tomboyish side that takes control once in a blue moon, it was probably the tomboy in her that caused her to spark an interest in Pokemon and their battles. It was also this miniscule part of her mind that caused her abandon her full name and create a shorter nickname. Now, she hopes to persevere and triumph as a great trainer to prove that she has what it takes to shine. ​

A calm and composed powerhouse (though this is quite the oxymoron), she fights for her beliefs with fire and zest, while making it ideal to keep her temper under control for most of the time. With her tense attitude, Adel can be jumpy and easily surprised when she is caught unawares. A lot of people find it a good laugh to give her a good fright and cause her to scream, for this is the only way to throw her off balance from her usually responsible and uptight routine. She has an elephantine fear of ghosts, and will run away from anything with a hint of the supernatural, possibly leaving companions behind in all her cowardice. She has never once seen a real ghost, but she finds it smart to keep one's guard up 24/7, just to be safe. Ambitious, determined and willing to lend a helping hand when asked, Adel's one and only goal is to make a name for herself, and anyone who gets in her way will suffer dire consequences. ​

History: Adeltruat grew in a well-mannered family of four. With a kind father, warm mother and a talented older brother. Being the youngest, Adel was always being looked down upon as the one who could do the least tasks and whose help would prove to be of no particular use. Though her parents were protective and cared for her like any other family would, they hardly complimented her for her achievements in spelling in grade school or being second in the annual Sports Meet. They saved these words for her older brother, who was said to be the 'hope' that the family had to become well-known and famous in the Kanto region. Like most other people of the human race, the Haert family treasured their name and would have given anything to be famous. Naturally, with Leighton and his above-average battling prowess, Mister and Missus Haert's prayers had been answered. When they weren't buried in business, they would be having a lively conversation with Leighton at the dinner table, while Adel had stayed behind in school to complete countless extra credit reports and projects. ​

Sadly, Adel did not manage to receive results that surpassed her brother, no matter how hard she tried.​

Leighton decided to officially leave on a journey at the age of fifteen, well after he had gotten his first Pokemon, not from Professor Oak, but from his two loving parents who invested all they could in funds to purchase an egg of an incredibly rare Pokemon just for their perfect son. (A Dratini that had been breeded by a famous breeder of the region)​

All this time, Adel had been in the background, silently drawing out scenes on paper with crayons, one of a family of three in a grandiose-looking mansion, with a small girl seated in one lonely, gloomy corner of the picture, while the parents and their son chatted animatedly on the dinner table. On a second paper, she drew the same majestic house, but this time, with a girl replacing the boy at the table, joining with laughter that had once belonged to the boy.​

In the trash can, no longer than a week later, one of the pictures had been violently crushed up and thrown.​

"Sit straight, do not slouch!"​

"I'm trying my best, mother."​

"I know, dear," Sylvia Haert bit her lip with frustration as she said so.​

"But, I'm afraid that Leighton could definitely sit with better posture." She continued, trying to break it to her daughter as gently as she could manage. Adel sighed quite heavily, nodding before stiffening her spine, leaning her tiny back against the support of the chair. "It's still not entirely perfect." Sylvia commented, oblivious to the amount of pain she was driving into her daughter at that point of time.​

"Walter, we can't continue doing this, clearly, Adeltruat is not up to it," the mother discussed with her husband later that day, unbeknownst to them, there was an unwanted listener eavesdropping from the corner of the hallway. "No, it is because she clearly does not have what it takes." The father replied sharply.​

Adel's heart shattered, the pain she felt was near the point of tangibility, she locked herself in her room, dove into the covers of her bed and wept silently in her blanket. She did not emerge until one day later, when she was called down for breakfast. "Dear, you need to remember that punctuality is key to perfection." Sylvia quipped with her usual motherly tone, serving her child a lovely dish of pancakes. The top of the stack had had a smiley face drawn on it with syrup. However, that failed to cheer Adel up.​

".. Perfection cannot be bottled, mother," the ten-year old whispered faintly.​

"If it can, I want to be that bottle, the bottle that you will cherish," Adel continued, her words barely a sigh which went undetected by her mother's ears.​

Adel decided to strive hard from that day onwards, to become an intelligent, outstanding student who would bring glory to her family. She stopped playing with her friends on a regular basis, and instead, confined herself to her study table, determined to cram in as much knowledge as her brain would allow. The time between studying and outdoor activities grew and grew, while she herself did not. ​

When she finally decided to leave on a Pokemon journey, she gazed thoughtfully at the desk she had grown accustomed to all these years. She took a deep breath and marched out of her room and out of the house, promising never to return until she had made a name for the Haert family.​

On the desk, a small picture had been pasted in the middle of the table using tape. ​

The picture depicted a lively family in a warm, large house, having dinner.​

The family consisted of three:​

A father, a mother.​

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Appearance: He is about 6'2". Kaiden has medium length messy black hair with a red streak. He wears a small studded choker and a purple and black checkerboard sweatband on his right wrist. On his left wrist he wears a chainmail bracer on a leather back. He wears black shirts, usually one with a skull upon it. He wears black and red skinny jeans and a studded belt with black and red skater shoes. On his studded belt is full Pokemon trainer utilities, such as pokemon ball holders and food and water etc. He also has a red acoustic guitar, which has extra bag space.​

Personality: Kaiden can be very friendly and jumpy around his friends due to how few he had when he was much younger, but this leads to him being rather shy. The way he was raised by his parents caused him to be quite defensive around himself and his friends, and is very hot-headed, ready to lash out if a wrong word is said against him or his friends/pokemon.​

If someone is mean to him, he will fight back and holds grudges firm. He is very stubborn also and hates being proved wrong, much like his father. As much as he hates him, the similarities are uncanny.​

His charisma around his friends does often make people find him rather in your face and overpowering. However, if he gets even a whiff of a rumour about someone he likes disliking him, he can become overbearingly emotional - his friends/pokemon are his life. He also has a habit of falling for many girls at the same time - hard.​

History: Kaiden was born in his small family's home outside of Pallet, just down the small inlet, towards Cinnabar. He had few friends since his parents sheltered him very much, schooling him at home. He had one major passion, playing the guitar, one thing his parents did allow. They thought all pokemon were very dangerous after an accident before he was born, where a tentacool stung his mother with a poison sting.​

When he was older, him and his father got into many fights over pokemon, as Kaiden's infatuation for them grew. He would often leave without telling anyone to see his friends. It was hard for his mother. He spent more and more time away from home with his friends, and his father spent more and more time away at work in the cinnabar lab. One day, they both came home to find their mother had left. A small note was on the table, explaining how she couldn't cope with the stress. Both mourned in their own ways. Kaiden's father began drinking and blamed it all on his son, Kaiden left due to his father's rage and lived around Pallet.​

That was a little while ago. He spent most of his hours with his friends, staying in their houses a lot, often finding trees and other places to stay. He sometimes went to Professor Oak's lab, staying in the lab or pens outside with the pokemon. Now he is ready to leave with his first pokemon.​

Oh man, I like how you're doing this. :]

I've freed some space in my PM box, so you can now PM me with the information.

this is different idd like to see how this goes =)

i like how Charmander went from being Serious to Bashful lol

There. I think I fixed Charmander's nature. Sorry about that.

It's the closest trainer to Jack I could find. xD

It looks pretty good, Kat. You can put it in your sig, if you want, for easier access.

hey here's my card this was as close as i thought Bobby would look

Hey man, I like how you wrote my info down on here, I like it alot.

Fighting Infernape said:

Hey man, I like how you wrote my info down on here, I like it alot.

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Just trying to run a good RPG for you guys!

So what do we do now since you continued the prologue?

To Fighting Infernape: That was just a follow-up to get you into Route 1. Now you post along Route 1, just as you are leaving Pallet Town. You can post once, but must wait for everyone else to post at least once and then me to post before you can do your second post along Route 1.

I hope that clears things up. Have at it!

Oh, I didn't know that but I just put a dashed line across my turns.

Woohoo! Sweet, level 7 Pikachu! :P This is cool =3

Diegoyayi said:

Woohoo! Sweet, level 7 Pikachu! :P This is cool =3

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You earned the levels man, not me. Very good post.

Oh, and a little side note to you all. I put a Location status under your cards to make it easier to keep track of where people are if you get split up. Keep Rping guys! It's a good beginning.

xD;
Apologies in advance for my next post. Since I can't gain any more levels, and Jack hates weak Pokémon (i.e. Pidgey and Rattata), it'll just be him ending at Viridian City.

Actually, come to think of it, he's not going to catch anything until Viridian Forest. >>; He's gonna go a bit out of character and catch one of my favorite Pokémon. Though, what that is, you'll just have to wait and see. :P

To Trainer Kat: Haha, that's fine. You can always looks for items though...

xD; I picked a couple of berries. I'm assuming that's okay, even though berries weren't introduced until Gen II. If it's not, just tell me, and I'll edit my post accordingly. :]

That's fine, Trainer Kat, just make sure you are clear which berries you actually picked from now on. I had to guess this time.

Awesome. Thanks for doubling the items:P Also, Brawler, are you posting a new Chapter on Viridian City saying what we can do in stuff, as in Route 1, or we just start?

EDIT: O, ok, nevermind:P