Chronicles of the Pokemorphs (Alpha) (PG-15) (Take 2) OOC Thread

[Kon~]

^o^ Yay for starting the RP! I'm so excited!

 

[Game Over1375]

My fingers are hurting now. Owie....

 

[Strikit]

I'd like to make a reservation for the rebel side. It will be finished quickly.

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

@Strikit: Okay, done. You are reserved.

 

[Haz]

I will be unable to post until tomorrow so CJ's opening post will be a little delayed. Apologies in advanced.

 

[Strikit]

Name: Calix Eros

Age: 15

Sex: Male

Species: Espeon

Powers: Calix is completely mute. As a result, he has had to develop his psychic abilities far beyond what he would have if he could speak. He is capable of using telekinesis to communicate. His telekinetic voice is no different than the voice he would have had if he had not been born mute. When the receptor is willing and aware of it, he does not expend as much energy. But when he is attempting to communicate with an unwilling person or Pokemon it takes far more exertion. He is readily able to use Psychic, Swift, Sand Attack, and Psych Up. He is currently trying to teach himself Morning Sun, Future Sight, and Last Resort as well. Disable is his favorite attack, because he is able to incapacitate an enemy without harming them.

Appearance: On Calix's forehead, directly between his eyes, is a round red gem that is used to channel his psychic power. It glows with intensity of emotion, particularly fury and happiness, as well as when he uses Psychic attacks. The gem is concealed by soft lavender hair, which Calix styles over his slanted, almond shaped eyes as well. There is nothing unusual about them, besides the dark purple of the irises like the sclera of Espeon. Protruding from his hair are two long lavender ears, the exact same color as his hair. When he wants to be less conspicuous as a morph he flattens them against his head, making them somewhat less noticeable. On underside of the left ear he has a silver ring. The tufts of fur directly below the ears can be combed into his hair, though they're a different, more silky consistency than his human hair. Since he already has ears, he does not have human ears.

His pale skin is not as tanned as it would be if he were allowed to sunbathe like his Espeon instinct drives him to. He is a strong believer of personal hygiene, and always smells like lilacs. In agreement with his wilder half, his face is round, and his features are somewhat pointed. Off to the right side of his lip is another silver ring. Calix's wardrobe consists of a simple form-fitting black t-shirt and a lavender hooded jacket that matches his fur perfectly. Blue jeans of varying colors are his first choice. He far prefers to go barefoot, because of the grace and balance that comes with his Espeon side. Shoes seem to mute it slightly.

At five feet and six inches, Calix is small, but that doesn't mean he's incapable. His slender body and small stature make it easy for him to hide, and allow for faster movement. He isn't exactly muscular, but he's strong enough to support himself by the arms from a tree branch and pull himself up in a split second. He does have a full-length Espeon tail, but he's able to curl it against his back until it is impossible to see.

Personality: Although he is not at all a Pacifist, Calix will usually not engage in combat with malicious intent. He prefers to flee before harming an enemy. This is not to say that he does not enjoy fighting. Sparring is one of his favorite pastimes. Many underestimate his capabilities because of his size, but that is a mistake. He's quick, cunning, and not afraid to take risks. It's not uncommon for him to be taken down by a larger foe, but that he's still alive says something about his skill. He has a very high pain tolerance, and thinks of his piercings as a showing of that. Currently he is trying to decide what he wants to pierce next.

Some might say Calix loves too deep. When he cares for someone he would follow them blindly, which could potentially lead him to a very bad place. Inversely, when he does not like someone he would do anything to make them miserable. He far prefers following to leading, though he will do so if it is necessary. When in a group he won't hesitate to voice his opinion, contributing readily to the pack dynamic. As a result he has been suggested for leadership before in the various packs he's been a part of, but he always shirked the responsibility. In fact, it could be assumed that he is afraid of responsibility. His laid back, fun loving nature is testament to that. He thrives on leisure time, and sometimes may need to be forced to think seriously. His favorite things in life are morning sunlight when he is able to bathe in it without fear, chocolate and carbonated beverages when he can get them, and rock concerts. His large ears permit him to sit in a secluded area outside and still hear the screaming rhythm of the guitar and the enthusiasm of the adamant fans. More than anything, he wants to be able to enjoy these things without fear. He blames humanity for the fear he lives in on a daily basis, and will do anything to be able to make a better life for himself and the other morphs.

History: Like many other morphs, Calix was born in the wild. His parents were part of a pack of Eevee morphs at different points among the evolutionary line. Henrietta, his mother, was a Vaporeon morph, and his father, Evan, a Leafeon morph. There was scarcely a better place for a pack of morphs. They lived in a forested area outside of a scarcely populated city, as all of the morphs had been spurned by humans at one point or another in their lifetime. There was easy access to the stores and homes if they wanted to go raiding, and plenty of cover if the humans got too close. There were other young Eevee morphs to play with and plenty of older morphs to babysit. Sadly, living so close to a city had its repercussions. A party of humans swept through the forest, capturing all the morphs they could find. Calix's parents were among them. In fact, most of the pack was taken. All that was left were Calix himself, and three others: an older male Jolteon, a female Glaceon about his age, and an infant female Eevee.

Staying there was simply not an option. Calix may only have been ten years old, but even he knew that. The Jolteon led the way further into the trees until they were completely cut off from society. Calix then pierced his ear as homage to his parents, since both of them had rings on the same ear. A new pack was formed, and strong ties were forged among the survivors. Before long they came upon a town-like settlement of other morphs of every evolutionary line and type. They were readily accepting of refugees, and Calix and his old packmates were taken in without question. He lived there for several years, until he turned fourteen. But his name came up for the position of leader. Terrified by the prospect, he ran.

Never having been a part of human society, Calix didn't know anything about where he was, besides he'd come to the outside of another city. The first time he'd lived in such a place it went well, besides the eventual raid. He would just have to avoid being noticed by humans. A life of solitude was not what he intended to have for the rest of his life, but for the present time it was fine. For the present time, it was safer. He made do for another year, when he pierced his lip as a reward to himself.

Calix has decided he's finished living in passive solitude. He's currently looking for a new pack, and help in resisting the oppression of the humans. A new dawn is approaching, he's sure of it, and he wants to aid in welcoming the sun.

RP Sample: The sun shone brightly overhead, decorating a nearly blindingly blue sky. There was a hush in the air as Ethan left the house in the direction of the Laboratory. It took an astonishingly short time for him to reach it; the distance seemed to have been covered within a span of a single heartbeat. Even so, he did not question it. After all, today was going to be the day he received his very first Pokemon. It took some effort, as always, not to turn up his nose at the shabby building. But this time was different. This time, there was something truly fantastic, and his, inside.

He pushed the door open and was immediately greeted by a tall woman with long flowing blonde hair. Having never met Professor Rowan, Ethan just assumed that everyone else in the world was wrong, and the Professor was female. A very nice female, at that. Smiling widely with a vacuous expression she greeted him and handed him an Apri ball. He unscrewed the top knob and a ball of light flew out, hit the floor, and began to take form. Within moments the light expanded, growing taller and wider until it crashed through the ceiling. The ceiling then evaporated or disappeared in a similar manner. The light took on the appearance of wings, a long, spiked tail, and rows of protrusions along the back of the form. Then the light faded, leaving an abnormally large Lugia in its place.

"I knew it!" Ethan exclaimed. "I knew I would get something awesome."

At the sound of his voice the Lugia looked down and tilted its head, reminiscent of a pigeon. Then in one decisive movement it dipped its neck and swallowed him whole.

With a violent twitch Ethan awoke and promptly fell off of the bed. He jumped to his feet quickly with a glance around to make sure no one had seen that. Who would, considering it was his room and the door was shut, he didn't know. Perhaps the Glameow may have pushed the door open and waddled in, as the fat Pokemon often did. But she hadn't, and for that he was grateful.

Ethan's light grey eyes flitted to the analog alarm clock positioned on the table next to his generously sized bed. The angle of the hands told him it was nearly seven. On most days he wouldn't even consider beginning the day this early, but this was a special case. Not only was his shin smarting from his fall, but he would be receiving his first Pokemon today, thus the fantastic dream he'd been having. He truly hoped for something magnificent. Whatever it was, he knew he could make it the best battler ever born, worthy of belonging to a true Master.

A small smile curved his lips as he took a short and rushed shower so as to look presentable. He was a master at cleaning up his appearance, if only because he always wanted to outshine everyone in the room. He combed through his hair until it looked halfway decent and threw on a clean black shirt and pair of dark jeans, cinching a belt around the waist. He didn't have to look perfect, he knew, and he didn't want to, because it wasn't like training was going to be clean work. After slipping his feet into his favorite black and white shoes he was ready.

...or so he thought. Ethan was about to go out the front door when it occurred to him maybe he should go to breakfast so he could say goodbye properly and eat something before he left. He turned tail and entered the dining room, where his mother and father were both seated at the table, already eating breakfast.

"Good morning, dear," Mrs. Sarvois said affectionately. "You look simply dashing. Be sure and eat your fill, I don't want you to get hungry."

Ethan flashed a smile as he sat down and piled his plate high with bacon, scrambled eggs, waffles, hash browns, french toast, and two pieces of toast. Mrs. Sarvois had never really had to worry about Ethan eating too little. As a matter of fact, it was a wonder he wasn't four times as wide as he was. He supposed it was his young age and fast metabolism. Even so, she constantly agonized over whether or not he was getting too thin. She watched him now, making sure he was actually eating his mountain of nutrition instead of just pushing it about his plate to appease her.

It didn't take him long to finish the entire plate. When he did he wiped his lips with his napkin politely and glanced up, knowing he was not to leave until given permission by his father. Mr. Sarvois was a very strict man, and things were always done his way or not at all. It could be said Ethan had developed similar traits, but they were never present in front of his father.

When all plates were empty Mr. Sarvois nodded to his wife. Beaming, she reached under the table and produced a medium-sized pack, to be slung over his back, of grey and black material.

"We bought it for you last night, dear," she said happily as she passed it to Ethan. "It's got I don't even know how many pockets, so you can keep all your things nice and organized."

He turned the bag over in his hands, examining it happily to find that it was already full of clothes, food for both him and his Pokemon, and the necessities, such as a comb, antiperspirant, and medicines for whatever might ail him.

"Thank you," he said simply. He had never been one to partake in such niceties, but these were his parents, and not only did they expect it, but they deserved it.

Mr. Sarvois turned a stern eye upon him. "Now, listen, Ethan. I don't know what starter you're getting, they weren't able to tell me. But I expect you to bring pride to the Sarvois name, no matter what it is. Even if it's a Wurmple, I expect you to raise it to its full potential and eliminate anyone who stands in your way. It is how I got to the top, and it is how you shall do the same."

Perhaps for most young men, to hear a speech like that from their father would be upsetting, even disconcerting. But not to Ethan. That had been the nature of his relationship with Mr. Sarvois for his entire life, so it was normal.

"I will," he promised.

All that done, he was excused. He hugged his mother once more before leaving, with a promise to call as soon as he got to the Pokemon Center in the next town. His father shook his hand stiffly and wished him luck. With that he pulled the straps of the bag over his shoulders and made his way to the front door. The Glameow mewled up at him solemnly. Though he'd never liked her, he knelt down and pet her on the head a few times before he straightened up and stepped over the threshold, leaving the house, not to return for a time he could not determine. The thought was frightening, but exciting at the same time.

The trip to the Lab took longer than it had in his dream, naturally, though he did get there eventually. Stepping around cardboard boxes that littered the outside, Ethan pulled the creaky door open and entered the spacious first room. He cautiously inched inside further until he found a lab associate that pointed him in the correct direction. He then followed the path she described and found Professor Rowan at the end of it, as promised. Though he was not blonde or female, as he had dreamed, he seemed nice enough.

Ethan was greeted with enthusiasm. Slightly unnerved by meeting such a lax Professor, he waited until the introductions were over to ask, "What starter am I getting, exactly?"

With a laugh, Rowan led him to a row of red and white spherical objects. Ethan gave him a quizzical look, which only made him laugh again.

"These are Pokeballs," he explained. "Sort of a prototype for the next generation of Pokemon containment devices. They're a step up from Apriballs, though not as much is known about them and their weaknesses. They're also a slight bit larger. But they're much more convenient. Instead of having to screw a knob you just have to push this white button in the middle, and your Pokemon will be released."

Ethan nodded slowly, taking all of the information in and committing it to memory. "Alright. So which of them belongs to me?"

Rowan gestured at the balls with one hand. "Any of them. Just take one. To be fair, once you choose it you can't return it. It's sort of a Pokelottery, if you don't mind me saying."

Yes, Ethan did mind him saying. But he wasn't about to disrespect the man who was giving him a Pokemon for absolutely free. While money would not have been an issue, he certainly didn't mind getting things free of charge. So he examined the row carefully, noting that there was absolutely no hint as to what was inside any of the balls. Finally, after careful consideration, he reached out and took the one in the very middle.

His heart sank as he saw the name in the indention where the ball had been. "Caterpie?"

Rowan nodded, showing much more enthusiasm than he. "Yes, Caterpie, a larval-stage bug Pokemon. They usually don't seem like much, but you should never underestimate them. The greatest power often comes in the smallest, squishiest package."

Ethan was not convinced, but he knew there was no changing it. He had already chosen it; his only option, he thought, was to capture more Pokemon and raise them instead, and maybe give Caterpie to someone else.

Rowan interrupted his thoughts with more enthusiasm. "I see you're already packed. Here's a Pokedex to go with it. It'll help you record information on all of the Pokemon you meet. Just get close to the Pokemon and press the button here. A short description will scroll across the screen here."

He accepted the portable encyclopedia with a faint smile. Rowan then handed him five Pokeballs and shooed him out.

"Now go! Go make a name for yourself."

Taking that as a much-wanted opportunity to get away from the Professor in his shame, Ethan swiftly strode out of the lab and into the sunlight, ball clenched tightly in his hand. "Why you?" he growled audibly. As if on cue, there was a flash of red light and his new partner appeared on the ground in front of him. It looked up at him with large dark eyes and squeaked happily.

Deciding he might as well learn something about the useless creature, Ethan pointed the Pokedex at it and watched the words scroll across the screen.

'Caterpie, the Worm Pokemon,' they read. 'Its short feet are tipped with sticky pads that allow it to tirelessly climb slopes and walls. If you touch the feeler on top of its head it will release a horrible stink to protect itself.'

"Lovely. You're useless and you stink."

Instead of seeming offended, the Caterpie climbed up his pant leg and onto his shoulder, where it chirped happily on his shoulder. He glared at it from the corner of his eye. "What are you doing? Get off, you disgusting insect."

He swatted at it, but it dodged his every attempt, just moving from shoulder to shoulder as necessary. Frustrated, he gave up. "Fine. Stay there."

It seemed more than happy to do so as he started walking again. Instead of yelling at it some more, he remained silent, as did the Caterpie. He would find something better, he was sure of it. And he would make sure it wasn't a stupid bug. As he followed the road out of Sandgem he played with the Pokeball in his pocket, belonging to the Pokemon now perched on his shoulder. How had he managed to get the worst of them all, when he deserved the best of everything?


Side: Rebellion

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

@Strikit: Okay, this is a great SU. You are accepted.

 

[Strikit]

Thanks, I'm proud of Calix. I can't wait to use him.

 

[Kon~]

No one has posted in the RP for a while now...

Please don't say we've all given up :/

(I would post, but mine was the last 'proper' post so it would sorta almost be double-posting :/)

 

[Game Over1375]

I'm waiting for someone to post as well...

 

[Kon~]

:/

Well, before, when I posted straight after someone else (leaving only one post between mine) Zeta contacted me, we talked about that rule and he mentioned that he might not be enforcing it so strictly for this roleplay since Take 1 died because of it.

...do you think it's worth risking it??

 

[Strikit]

Go right ahead. Once you get on land maybe your character and Calix will meet up.

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

Sorry about the wait. I had an entire post written up, but when I hit 'Post Reply', it showed a message that the forum was down. So I lost the will to write, then I decided to wait until today, I'll have a post up in a couple of hours.

(I'm not enforcing that rule at all.)

 

[Game Over1375]

Back online. SWEETNESS! Let's get this train a rollin'!

 

[ArcanineOod]

I'll post soon. I've been a bit busy recently, I'm afraid...

xX

 

[Zeta Sukuna]

It's okay, we all go through hard times.

 

[Kon~]

Go right ahead. Once you get on land maybe your character and Calix will meet up.

I'd like that! So, I may see you there :)

 

[Strikit]

Calix has already found his way to Blackthorn, but he certainly could use someone to relate to. He's intimidated by the big scary Raichu morph.

Er, that's assuming you didn't go the human side.

 

[Kon~]

Oh, of course not ;)

I might take... 2-3 posts to get to Blackthorn? (I'm still aways off)

 

[Strikit]

Calix will settle in and figure out what to do with himself, then. Maybe he can start training his psychic abilities. It'd be pretty cool if he could get inside an enemy's head and scramble their brain or something.