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Considering the nature of where this RP takes place, I don't think it that surprising that there would be a lot of orphaned Pokemon. And even more so the fact that they would wind up in the Gold Tribe as they wouldn't have much else to go to.
Orphans, is it? I'm a bit happy to say that the Marinos won't be orphans, then. Speaking of which, I am working on my SUs. Just not a lot of room for events when the character isn't more than 20 years or so old.
To be fair, only one of my characters is an orphan, and he has adopted parents, so technically he's not really an orphan. =P
Besides, assuming the chance presents itself, the whole "orphaned at a young age" thing I wrote for Tavhir is a big character development point, though it won't happen until later on.
It's quite alright, guys. It doesn't matter if they're orphans or not, they're now part of the Gold Tribe family.
On a related note, I've now begun writing the first post of the IC. It might be a while before it gets accepted, but I suggest anyone who hasn't finished their SUs yet to be quick about it.
I think the relationship between characters will be especially interesting. Especially considering the Hesperian/Stygian backgrounds and the family-like relationship of the Gold Tribe.
I have to work from 4-10 tomorrow after school, and 4-10 on Saturday, so I'll be a bit busy this weekend. I'll work on my SU a bit tonight, and finish up ASAP.
Actual age doesn't matter in terms of who's in charge in the Gold Tribe. Also my character is older than yours. I wouldn't make your character old just because you want to be the head honcho. Make it an age that makes sense for what you have. I was trying to make an old gentleman with a dark secret, and the 50s seemed like the sweet spot for it. I think for what you have your age makes sense.
I'm not referring to being incharge. I want my character to be the sort of... "I've been through everything. I've seen it all, so sit down and listen to ol' Aecron's tale." Though also your guy is a bit ghostly so age wise I'd think he'd live longer.
EDIT: yeah your jellicent. itd be weird if you werent old, and as a ghost who knows how old you'd get.
I'm not referring to being incharge. I want my character to be the sort of... "I've been through everything. I've seen it all, so sit down and listen to ol' Aecron's tale." Though also your guy is a bit ghostly so age wise I'd think he'd live longer.
EDIT: yeah your jellicent. itd be weird if you werent old, and as a ghost who knows how old you'd get.
yeah i think aecron might end up liking your guy cause of the whole, "what happened to the big ol' fights and war and all that fun? Its boring now." That and I could see them being hilarious drinking buddies that Aecron would have a beer and he'd have tea.
Moving this here. I'm going for "The Phallic One." To be honest I intended on Kallet being an orphan in the first place...Soooo that might happen xD
Name: Kallet "Dauntless" Galliger
Gender: Male
Species: Ambipom
Age: 24
Title: Dauntless
Type Mastery: Fighting Type
Nationality: Hesperian
Appearance:
Other than the average Ambipom, Kallet has a good deal of muscle. He can actually hit very hard, but he prefers a more elusive combat style. He is extremely nimble. His Pendants are the golden earrings in each of his ears. In his left ear is a shield, showing his need to protect, and in the right is a sword, showing his desire to punish.
Personality:
Kallet is scarcely an adult in terms of age, but no sane person would dare call him mature. Galliger is sarcastic, immature, and dim-witted. It's more likely for him to pull an extremely elaborate prank than for him to do his daily chores. He'd be the first to tell you to go f*ck yourself if you asked him to do a bit of work. Although he isn't the brightest, he'll always be the first to give a snide or clever remark. He's generally friendly, and if you come to be good friends with him he'll make sure to torment you even more than he did before.
Kallet is stupidly brave. He has absolutely no fear when it comes to fighting, sky diving, or standing up to foes. He takes normal fights casually, usually coming up with sarcastic comments about their fighting in an attempt to make them make careless mistakes. Contrary to popular belief, Kallet can indeed be serious. His Pendants aren't for nothing. He believes in rough, military justice and defending those who can't defend themselves. He takes everything into account when battle becomes serious, usually turning into a clever tactician. Usually he fights in a fluid manner, avoiding any attack possible, and attempts to land as many light blows as he can. Although questionable at times, his loyalty to the Gold Tribe is almost unmatched.
Kallet has always had a need to prove himself. To show everybody that ever doubted him that they were wrong. He just has a hard time making himself do so. When he sets himself to something determinedly, nothing can stop him.
History:
Kallet was born in Fargal Keep, both of his parents accomplished warriors in the Hesperian military. His father, an Ursaring, was the captain of the town's guard for a short period of time, and his mother, an Ambipom, was a teacher at the town's military academy. He lived with his parents, and his older brother, a Teddiursa. Although his parents loved him very much, it was quite obvious that they favored the older brother. He always received the best care, the first choice of study, and everything that came with being a first-born. Kallet received slightly-above average care, and was given only what his brother had accomplished. Regardless of his upper-tier status because of his parents, he did not do very well.
The Galliger son tried hard in almost every thing he did, be it his push-ups or full-on sparring with his big bro, but he never seemed to be up to par with his sibling. His parents noticed this and encouraged him to try even harder, although they knew very well that he could ever match the Teddiursa. Kallet knew it as well, but decided that he was going to f*ck reality and do it anyways. His academic studies went very poorly. His comprehension level was far below that of a normal student's. Kallet's physical abilities, however, were superb. He fought larger students easily, his easy-going strategy making them drop their guard. After years of skating by with passable grades, he was close to graduation. All he had to do was best his older brother in a fight. For a while, the brothers were evenly matched. Kallet's Heckle strategy was working well, but his brother learned to adapt to it. That...And he kinda evolved mid battle. Kallet's lack of strategy and the evolution of his brother led to his downfall, his older brother ending it with a single move that countered the Aipom's strategy completely.
Kallet was exiled from the academy that day. That battle is what determined his validity in the school. His parents attempted to console him, but he rebuked them, knowing that they were far more proud of their new Ursaring son. He fled home immediately, making his way to Skyhaven in hopes of making his way as a crewman aboard a skyship. Upon arrival in the bustling town, the Aipom quickly found that you had to be tough to work a skyship. He began training himself, going out into the wilderness for days at a time. This process went on until he was around 20 years old, an Ambipom. On one fateful morning, he was ambushed by a group of rogue pokemon. He managed to fight the majority of them off, but he was struck down by a Toxicroak in particular. The poison type was on the verge of killing him, but a sudden flash sent the foe crashing into a nearby tree. Kallet was awoken by a calm voice, telling him that everything was going to be okay and to relax.
The Ambipom awoke days later to find himself in Union City's White Citadel, a Magnezone floating in front of him. "Glad to see you're awake." If it had emotions, it would have been smiling. The Magnezone took the Ambipom in and entered him into the ECUL as soon as he was stable. After a year or two of constant study and combat, he graduated. Kallet finally found the place he had been looking for: A place he could call home.
Moves: Fire Punch, Fling, Thunder Punch, Acrobatics
RP Sample: A joint post between SV and I. The end of my character, the Swift.
Other:
I can understand the possibility of more than one person using the same trait on their character. I remember in Odyssey me and Ray both had characters with bloodied hands and feet. Though the rate of Orphans is severely concerning, lol. Pokemon on the flying island sure are irresponsible. XD
I'm going to include my Sample in just a moment. I'll see what I can get done on my history after that. I have work until 10 tonight. May be an hour or two earlier.
When I went back to the Odyssey IC, I wanted to read the last post again. Still makes my facial hair stand on end.
I'm going to include my Sample in just a moment. I'll see what I can get done on my history after that. I have work until 10 tonight. May be an hour or two earlier.
When I went back to the Odyssey IC, I wanted to read the last post again. Still makes my facial hair stand on end.
Hyperbolic apologies and TwitchPlaysPokémon references aside, my SU is below. Open the spoiler if you dare. And if you don't dare then you really need to work on your courage issues, I mean seriously, it's text. Come on. Get it together, man. Is it really that frightening to click a button and look at a sign-up sheet? This is just ridiculous, I don't know why anyone- I'll stop now, okay...
Spoiler:
Name: Pendro Malis
Gender: Technically genderless, though most refer to him as being male.
Species: Metang
Age: 19
Title: 'Reaching Mind'
Type Mastery: Steel
Nationality: Hesperian
Appearance:
(YAY I TOOK A SPRITE AND EDITED IT CRUDELY IN PHOTOSHOP)
Pendro looks more-or-less like the standard shiny Metang. Although it's something of a family tradition to insist that the colouration is a shade darker than normal (it isn't), that's more of a joke now than anything else. Since joining the Gold Tribe, his parents gifted him with a pair of black, gold-inscribed bracers. He also carries a scroll case on his lower back.
Personality:
Pendro 'Reaching Mind' Malis is a shy, nervous individual. He is easily flustered and perturbed by the simplest things, awkwardness tending to dominate his mind in most social interactions. Pendro is quick to blame himself if things go wrong, and quick to be overly modest if things go right. In many ways, he could be considered a coward – he's all for escaping awkward situations, going to social events 'another time', (everyone knows that means 'never' if he can help it) generally avoiding proximity with others, eye-contact and most conversations. Pendro Malis' self-consciousness knows almost no bounds, and unfortunately for him, that fact tends to be glaringly obvious.
Pendro's aforementioned cowardice is strange in that it doesn't extend as far as combat. The fear certainly does, make no mistake about that, but the Metang's Hysperian raising was enough to inspire bravery to combat even Pendro's unusual amount of spinelessness. In a fight, Pendro will visibly appear to panic and will probably let off a multitude of screams, but he won't flee. Although not the best fighter, his analytic mind, fair strength and steel body prove surprisingly effective when enemies underestimate him for his seemingly frantic and unprofessional fighting style.
Intelligence is probably one of Pendro's strongest points. He's an intellectual, even for a Metang – and when you're at the intellectual end of a species with brains that are effectively supercomputers, that stands for a fair bit. Skyhaven's libraries and universities, and later ECUL, were near-perfect environments for him. In terms of morality, Pendro Malis has all good intentions at heart. He could be considered a bit naïve by some, although that is mostly down to opinion. He follows the general belief of Hysperian virtues, though is quite a bit more lenient on the punishment and potential redemption side of things.
Long-story-short, if you ever feel like having a decent conversation with Pendro then pick a subject he's interested in. If not, then… just don't hold your breath.
History:
Pendro comes from a line of Beldums/Metangs/Metagrosses with similar colouration to himself – the bracers he wears are a family heirloom, too. His family is a fairly prosperous one, with strong ties to the libraries and universities of Skyhaven, their home. They were not particularly rich, as such, but certainly not poor. A fairly upper-middle class household, the Malises were fairly reserved in their lives at home. They served the Gold tribe and Skyhaven as scholars and tacticians, and combatants when needed – there were several general philanthropic gestures that could perhaps garner a little attention, though in general the family kept to themselves.
Pendro's mother and father (Krisa 'Steel Phalanx' and Alamas 'Stalwart' Malis – they're both Metagrosses, by the way) both served as members as the Gold Tribe in their time, too – recently, however, due to age and wounds attained in the rebellion nine years ago, they have both retired to a quieter life. For most of his early life, though, Pendro had his parents to look up to as heroes. Paragons of justice, just as Hesperians should be. They were good parents, too, when they were there – and they truly did try to be, but sometimes they just… couldn't. So when they were out, Pendro would… read. Skyhaven had loads of libraries with hundreds upon thousands of books – why not read them? Reading and other mental exploits became a fierce hobby for him; when other kids would be out playing tag or eating things they really shouldn't be, Pendro would be studying up on Psychic techniques or particle physics or advanced trigonometry.
His early education was all well and good, you know – learn this, yay, you did it, great – but Pendro was far more advanced for his age than any of the other children. He had a brain that could match a supercomputer and entire libraries to fill it with information; if that isn't a recipe for mental success, I don't know what is. Pendro went on to university education at a very young age, just after his parents fully retired and his evolution into a Metang. His higher level of education, higher level of maturity, evolved form and his parents' return brought one aspect of his mental exploits he hadn't really focused on to the front of his mind.
Battling.
True, it wasn't really his idea as such – more the reminder of war, thoughts of soon joining the Gold Tribe like his parents and also the increased aggressiveness of other kids was enough to push 'Oh, Arceus, I need to learn how to defend myself' to the forefront of his interests. ECUL, he also remembered, wasn't just about how well you could perform on a written exam. And so, he asked that his parents help teach him how to battle, if in a very cautious way. They accepted, of course, and his skills were quick to develop. In battle, when offensive, Pendro would have time to think and would often come out with a Psychic move of some kind, maybe an elemental punch. On defense, he reacted differently, almost exclusively with a Steel type move. Occasionally one that his species weren't even supposed to be able to learn. Alamas was quick to suss out the reality of Pendro's Steel-type affinity, and Krisa was great at getting the moves out of him in an encouraging way, but Pendro still wasn't really a fighter as such. Training against his parents was relatively a walk in the park – he only really gained anything you could call a fighter's spirit once he started attending ECUL.
The Metang didn't have such a great start there. He wizzed through the academics no problem – he could even challenge the teachers on some things, if he felt comfortable enough to do so – but it was battle where he just… couldn't. A lot of the students there were pretty much warriors already… Pendro didn't have the best times there. The battling teacher wasn't particularly supportive, either, about as hard and blunt as the lessons in fighting-type moves. That is… until the second year. He'd endured a year of arse – his fear was holding him back and generally crushing him. In the second year, though, there was a new teacher. A Lucario who, in fact, gave no name to refer to him by other than 'teacher'. Although the first lesson it didn't seem like it was getting any better, there came a revolution at its end. Pendro was told to stay behind. The Lucario sat down and… talked with him. And that was that from then on. Teacher wasn't any less harsh than the previous teacher – no if anything, he was more harsh – but he was thorough, he was clear and he explained everything. He wouldn't have any slacking, but he understood problems, and he did his best to fix them. After a while… Pendro got used to it. He still had the hard training, but he knew why it needed to be the way it was. What he was doing and what for. And he may still have not been truly over his fears, but he'd be damned if he couldn't fight for his life now.
Pendro graduated from ECUL, and despite all of his other astounding grades, that 'pass' in battling was the one he was most proud of. And not just him; his parents were most proud of that, too. Upon graduation, his parents gifted the Metang his gold-inscribed bracers, a treasured family heirloom that is said to have been passed down in their line for hundreds of years…
Now, Pendro is a new-ish recruit for the Gold Tribe. He focuses more on the mental aspect of the job, and has fought an enemy… once. Yippee.
Hender returned the nod the Arcanine gave him, nodding several more times at the others arriving. Tel, for the most part, continued to stare intently at his hands. It relieved him that they were being referred to as 'friends' – Arceus knows how he would have felt with a less welcome greeting. The broad smile was admittedly a little disconcerting, but that was his fault, he knew, not Tsulong's. It was simply his nerves getting to him, and his logical side told him that the smile was genuine.
"I trust you will aid us in our quest..." Tsulong said, "we certainly lack a hero of the steel-type mastery."
"Oh! I'm a hero of the steel-type mastery." Tel said excitedly, brightening up for a moment. Hender swiftly prodded Tel in the side with his quarterstaff.
"He knows," He whispered, "That's why he said it."
"Ah," Tel whispered back a little disappointedly, looking down, "that makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it…"
The Gardevoir cleared his throat, then spoke up, "We will assist you in any way we can."
Shortly after Faolan's arrival, the two recognised Vash the Bullet, caretaker of the Pinnacle, descending towards them. The Crobat seemed a little cautious with them, but considering the importance of the Sky Plate, it seemed reasonable enough to be. Tsulong introduced them, but Hender thought it best to be a little more formal and polite, giving a short bow, after which Telmund quickly followed up with his own.
"Hender the Seven Eyes, at your disposal. This is my student…" Hender motioned to Tel, giving him an encouraging smile.
"Uh- Telmund the Learned. Or, uh, just Tel… erm… also at your disposal…?"
The heroes seemed to be quite intent on scaling the mountain leading to the Pinnacle, which thankfully meant that there wasn't as much time as there could otherwise have been to focus on Telmund's pitiful social skills. It may seem at first that Tel would be well-fitted to the climb: lucky in that he could float using magnetism. Such… wasn't exactly the case. He also had Hender.
"Don't you think… this is a little tiring… Hender?" Tel panted at his mentor. The Gardevoir in question was perched comfortably, cross-legged, directly on top of Telmund's head. He had formed a small psychic umbrella above himself at the end of his quarterstaff, currently enjoying the surrounding scenery of the climb. The Seven Eyes had reasoned that he was far too old and fragile to make the rocky climb himself, and he'd be damned if he missed out an opportunity to visit the Pinnacle after all these decades. He glanced down at his student with an amused smile, smugness almost radiating from him.
"Oh, don't worry about me, Tel – I'm not tired at all. Carry on."
The Metang let out a metallic groan, grumbling incoherently to himself.
"Just- move your legs, I can't see."
Hender chuckled, "Oh, no, I'm sure you can't."
Telmund sighed, resigned to his fate. There was occasional conversation, but mostly silence on the journey up the mountain. The Pinnacle was truly a masterpiece of architecture, both inside and out. Delicate sculptures, levitating candles and glistening marble made Tel's eyes widen in amazement. And then… there was the open door.
Vash stopped, "That's… peculiar."
Telmund winced, "How reassuring."
The open door seemed to be a dilemma – both Telmund and Hender found it very disconcerting. If the Pinnacle had indeed been breached, then that proved to be a very serious problem, considering the security of the place and the importance of the treasure it held. Tsulong confirmed the suspicions, seemingly quite confident that someone was down there, and yet, Faolan seemed a tad dismissive.
"That is none of our concern. We're here for the plate. Let Vash deal with this."
"Gentelmen," said the voice of a Gengar, appearing out of nowhere. Tel cried out in surprise, psychically flinging a candle. The object sailed quite slowly through the air, landing rather pitifully with a splat a few feet in front of the ghost. Seeing no hostile reactions, Tel returned to staring at his claws.
"Erm, I thought you could, uh… make use of the, uh… candle…"
Hender shushed his student, listening intently to the plans of the others. He said nothing, but brought Telmund along to follow Tsulong – he was, after all, the one they had been told to meet. What awaited them through the door to the right, neither knew.
Other: Pendro, being a Metang, has the ability Clear Body. He likes Sitrus berries and is afraid of ghosts. (That's not Ghost types, mind you.) Also, never infer that he's upper-class. (From an IC standpoint, not OOC.)
