Shiney
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Thirty seven years ago, Team rocket finally tried an open-attempt at world domination. Their demands were simple. The world leaders would surrender to them, or else they would release a lethal virus upon the world. Their demands were not met, and they released the virus, however, it did not have the intended effect. Rather than kill humans, a small percentage, slightly less than one-fifteenth of all humans born turned out to seemingly be randomly fused with a pokemon. People have tried to synthesize the process before in a mature human, but so far, not even team rocket has succeeded. So far, that is...
Nine years ago, in a peninsula just off of Jhoto, a smal country called Jahara actually had a pokemorph population about equal to that of the humans. Eventually, a group got together, and began recruiting members, and soon enough, a small-scale war broke out in Jahara among pokemorphs and humans. Suprisingly, the pokemorphs lost, and as a result, were condemned as sub-human. Morphs, even those born after the incident. Most make out their dismal lives as exhibits in zoos, with state of the art security to prevent escape. This movement had the legal world in an uproar, but any changes to the policy are likely several years away...
Our characters start as pokemorphs, born to our unlucky fate, and kept in the capital city of Jahara, Ebony City. For some of the more dangerous pokemorphs, there are solitary exhibits, but in general, the main part is one gigantic exhibit containing several habitats for different pokemorph types, which is set in a pit, with pathways a safe distance above for visitors. There are several other pokemon exhibits as well, as it's a fully functioning zoo. The security is maintained with armed guards and pokemon teams on regular patrols, as well as an invisible energy shield above the pit that works similar to a barrier technique, causing anyone attimpting to jump out or in, to hit the shield, and be stopped. We must ally ourselves with others, or go solo, and somehow find a way to escape, and live to make our way to Jhoto, where we can live in freedom.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Morph:
Description/appearance:
Other: (anything else you want to add.)
Roleplaying smaple: (Typical method for me to judge your abilities, a few of you are exempted from this because I know you well enough. You know who you are.)
Nine years ago, in a peninsula just off of Jhoto, a smal country called Jahara actually had a pokemorph population about equal to that of the humans. Eventually, a group got together, and began recruiting members, and soon enough, a small-scale war broke out in Jahara among pokemorphs and humans. Suprisingly, the pokemorphs lost, and as a result, were condemned as sub-human. Morphs, even those born after the incident. Most make out their dismal lives as exhibits in zoos, with state of the art security to prevent escape. This movement had the legal world in an uproar, but any changes to the policy are likely several years away...
Our characters start as pokemorphs, born to our unlucky fate, and kept in the capital city of Jahara, Ebony City. For some of the more dangerous pokemorphs, there are solitary exhibits, but in general, the main part is one gigantic exhibit containing several habitats for different pokemorph types, which is set in a pit, with pathways a safe distance above for visitors. There are several other pokemon exhibits as well, as it's a fully functioning zoo. The security is maintained with armed guards and pokemon teams on regular patrols, as well as an invisible energy shield above the pit that works similar to a barrier technique, causing anyone attimpting to jump out or in, to hit the shield, and be stopped. We must ally ourselves with others, or go solo, and somehow find a way to escape, and live to make our way to Jhoto, where we can live in freedom.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Morph:
Description/appearance:
Other: (anything else you want to add.)
Roleplaying smaple: (Typical method for me to judge your abilities, a few of you are exempted from this because I know you well enough. You know who you are.)