[OoC; Well, I didn't see any official closure of the RP, so I'm going to join. Mind you, I'm new to the PC RPing community, although I've been RPing for a couple of years now. I've scanned the rules and such, but if I do something you disapprove of, point it out.
Oh yes, if the RP is closed now, I'll delete this. So. Awesome.]
[Name:] Angardius
[Faction:] Rebellion
[Gender:] Male
[Pokémon Species:] Quilava
[Personality:] A bit whimsical and air-headed, Angardius spends his time wandering and building. He likes the construct things, and is at odds with the fiery nature of his existence. Because of this he has a strong feeling of protection for his creations, and he assumes he would protect any friends he had, if he had any. Angardius is unused to civilized company due to his hermetic nature, and does not really know how to react in public, and this, mixed with his over-protective nature and his whimsicality can produce interesting results.
[History:] Angardius was born rather alone. He was raised by his two lovely parents, along with two siblings, in a small cottage on the coast of the Fire-continent when it was still independent, and was displaced and incredibly confused by the events that conspired after the continents were combined. Furthermore, he became seperated with his lovely parents, and one of his siblings, leaving a younger sister to take care of (this, he presumes, led to his protective nature).
The fire continent, due to its new proximity to the king, became overrun with the new order of normality, filled with knights and taxmen all "Loyal to the king until death." Angardius began to move around (dragging his sister along with him) to avoid the more frequent armed patrols designed to keep citizens under control. Not considering himself a man of the king until death, he was very frustrated by the new order instilled in the continent of fire, eventually wandering into the continent of normality itself, and settling down in a forest.
For strange reasons that Angardius did not know, troops stayed away from the forest he inhabited. So, as was in his nature, he began to build, creating a little cottage for him and his sister. However, he became restless, yearning to get revenge for the upheaval of his continent, and thus began tooling for himself a shiny suit of armor. Unfortunately, it was too heavy to be worn by a Quilava, so he instead turned to leathers and long ranged bursts of fire. Over time he turned a small target range into a walled (but roofless) armory. But it was not enough, and he knew it was time to leave. So, he bickered with his sister, unable to convince her to leave (she was quite content with their current life), so he left without her. Inspired to never let them take his sister and his home from him, he has set out to join the rebellion and overthrow the king.
[RP Sample or Introduction:] How long had it been? A month now? Angardius had lost count, because he was a builder when he wanted to be, and he didn't have the time to be keeping track of how many times a great shiny orb rose in the sky and fell. Where was he? He didn't know. Did anybody know? Probably not. The countryside gave no hint as to where he was, although he suspected he was close. If you walk in a direction for long enough, eventually you'll find what you're looking for, especially if it's a guerrilla movement. The only continent able to wage full war against the new alliance was the dragons, but even they would be wise enough to know that they would need help. If only he could reach those dragons, but it was too far. Unlike the other continents it wasn't connected, and so he probably would never reach that army. But there would always be someone like him, someone upset like him, someone upset enough to take up arms. It would be hard, but he promised himself every time he went to sleep that he would get revenge.
He still hadn't found that person. So he kept on walking. Every day, just trudging through the dust and grass. Past trees, and lakes, and homes. He hadn't found someone yet, would he ever? Was this a mistake? Of course it was. He would regret it every day of his life, but for now all his life consisted of was putting one foot in front of the other. Left, right, back left, back right, and on and on. He wouldn't get his revenge by walking, but if it toughened him up then it would be something he wouldn't regret. So he walked. And he walked. The dust kept blowing, the clouds stayed moving, the sun kept rising, nothing changed.
Nothing ever changed.
