ShadowSpread [PG-15]

[Solyss]

.:ShadowSpread:.


Plot
It's been several years since the events of Diamond and Pearl. Team Galactic seemed to have disappeared, leaving the world of Pokemon at ease…. But really, they had only retreated to regroup, and strike back even harder than before. This time they have a new plan.
Putting plans of using Dialga and Palkia aside, Galactica has its gaze set on a new, more dangerous and mysterious Pokemon, Darkrai. After several years of searching for this beast of shadows, they had finally captured it, imprisoning it and leeching its powers, attempting to control them and use its power to take over the world.
Terrible tests and harmful experiments were done on Darkrai, causing it to grow an intense hatred toward them, and eventually, a hatred for all mankind. Each experiment only fueled its rage, until finally… it had enough.

In a sudden rise of power, fueled by a burning hate, Darkrai destroyed the lab in which it was held, killing those who had harmed it. But it's rage went far beyond that. Now Darkrai wanted revenge on the entire species of humans. It wishes to rid the world of them, and any pokemon that would stand in its way. It would create a new world, by engulfing this one in shadows, making a world of its own, for it to rule as it sees fit.

And thus the spread began.
From the lab in which it was imprisoned, a large black tower has been formed in its place, and from this tower, a large black dome is beginning to spread slowly throughout the world, morphing everything it touches into darkness, creating the Shadow World. Towns are corrupted with the Shadow, humans are being disgustingly morphed into mindless creatures under the will of Darkrai, invading the normal world, or the Light World, and raiding towns and villages, killing and kidnapping both human and pokemon alike.


Rules
•Please plan on staying active
•Put some thought into your character, try to make them as unique as possible. Mary Sues and whatnot will be shot.
•PLEASE no God-modding. Please.
•Darkrai is able to influence the mind and action of your character slightly, sometimes making them do things or attack people they don't want to. Have fun with that idea.
•Pokemon from all generations are available, even thought this is taking place in Sinnoh.
•Make your pokemon's power realistic. We're not going to be using the level system, but they can still learn new moves and stuff like that. PLEASE don't make your pokemon too strong to begin with.
•If you have an idea for something to happen next, ask me about it, and if we agree on it, we'll do it. Don't be shy to throw out your ideas, I don't have any particular line of events planned, I'm just going to let stuff happen.
•Romance between characters is allowed, as long as you both agree on it

Gameplay
You'll be playing as a Dark type pokemon who is against Darkrai's plans of world domination, and being the only ones who can withstand it's dark powers, you set off to put and end to the Spread. This means that you can travel within the Shadow World without being harmed, but this also means that there is a part of you that wants to obey Darkrai. You team up with other Dark Pokemon and plan to invade the Shadow World and make work your way to the Dark Tower in the center, and take down Darkrai.

Character Sheet

Name:

Gender:

Species: (You have to be a Dark type Pokemon from the list I provide below)

Appearance: (give your pokemon something unique in the way they look. Feel free to use images)

History: (This doesn't need to be too involved, since we ARE dealing with Pokemon characters. Make it as detailed as you want. Of course, the more detail the better.)

Personality:

RP Sample: (THIS IS NECESSARY. If you fail to provide a sample, your sign up will not even be looked at, and immediately declined.)

Character List
After these pokemon are taken, I will not take anymore sign ups.


•Absol
•Umbreon
•Houndoom
•Mightyena
•Sabeleye
•Weavile
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[Mika]

Name: Chronos

Gender: Male

Species: Umbreon

Appearance: While at a first glance, there seems to be nothing too special with this particular Umbreon's pelt in the dark, in some sort of light source, a difference from the average pup is rather blatantly obvious in the height of his ears in that the right ear is slightly shorter but this is not the main point of difference as the male has a long ragged scar running across the side of the tip, cutting lightly into the over all shape. His pelt is seemingly just slightly lighter than most, more than likely due to the overwhelming amount of time he has spent in the Light World. His eyes, older, deeper, than most, keep his emotions in check and hidden from the onslaught of others, his muscular frame more adept than most and while it might hinder his movement speed, his endurance is much stronger, he can withstand a good number of things others might struggle with. His over all demeanor shows through in his body language more often than not. His pose is always calm, confident and collected unless something honestly gets to him. His age shows in the sheen of his coat, when in the brightest of lights, that appears almost a faint tint of grey.

History: He doesn't talk much about his past nor does he talk about when he started working more intensively with Darkrai. All that he'll explain to the generic pokemon is that he can no longer follow, to the fullest extent, the wishes of the dark lord and is searching for a way to end the conflict with the least amount of sacrifices possible. He's kept this little secret for a good long time now but knows he'll be found out eventually and that that moment is more than likely when his problems will start to worsen. As short and simple as it is, it's what he'll give out. He's done mercenary work on both sides, intelligence here and there and is well rounded in most aspects aside from socialization. If you're not a huge aspect of his life, you're not going to learn such things beyond these particular matters.

Personality: He is not typically a kind person nor does he tend to entertain childishness for extended periods of time. He is typically viewed as a cold individual who purposely keeps individuals out and is much too much to the point for most people's liking. He doesn't quite see a problem with it and if an individual, a specfic one, has a problem with it, he's likely to either insult the person further and degrade them with logic far above their years or simply turn around and ignore them. It frustrates him to be around foolish childish people and he especially cannot stand people who blindly leap before they look around for danger. The reckless, the childish, the foolish, these are the people he dislikes to associate himself with. He is loyal, beyond personal conflictions. His claws belong to his master and while their ideals may differ, he struggles to separate himself from it for the better of the people. He lingers between the sides, struggling with his strong sense of loyalty and his desire to see an end to suffering. He carries a burden that shows in the night, when his guard is down and his heart can share its sorrows for just a little while. This is a time when his softer side shows, his patience, with people he actually choses to be patient with, is easily tested but easily recovered. While his mentoring of such people may be, again, rather on the harsh side of the spectrum, it is done with the other's best mind at heart, whether they like it or not is beside the point. He's not one to easily give up his ideals, but it is not as though they are unable to change. Persistent longterm innocence has a tendency to get through to the old fart, no matter how grumpy he may come across as being.



RP Sample: Truth be told, she wasn't inherently surprised it had lead into a duel. Adel was the type of person who simply couldn't give a simple answer of any sort and the patronizingly sweet woman had seemingly been expecting this duel while Ellen had not. It wasn't ever good, to do what she was doing now, which was dueling when she couldn't seemingly pull herself together emotionally. Perhaps it would be different from the fiascos in the classroom, but Remilia was quite certain, at least in the beginning as the drama simply started to unfold, that it would be much the same as the classroom duel. Adel's words, as the two positioned themselves up in the little hallway, seemed to stir something in Ellen who was actually making something near eye contact with her opponent for the first time since the incident but the girl, with the look in her eyes and the slight occasional tremble in her frame was enough to make for some concern. Crossing her arms across her chest, she leaned against the wall as the cards began to fly.

It wasn't starting off well for Ellen and Remilia could tell it the moment she caught Adel's expression with a sideward glance out of the corner of her right eye. Someone who showed no fear at such an impressive beast at such an early time in the duel more than likely had some means of protection. When Adel summoned, and later switched her own monster with the massive beast, Remi simply placed her head in her hand, rubbing her forehead between her thumb and her finger. This was an instance when even a very offensive player such as Ellen could have used something as simple as a counter trap to avoid this particular onslaught of damage.

Ellen, you need to reign in your eagerness to win quickly and keep your eyes on the entire field. She blinked, staring intently at the girl, Don't lose your focus and get caught in another of those little traps. You're much better than that or so I'd like to believe. She was standing now, but the only one who had a chance of spying the girl was the student coordinator and Remi doubted it would bother Adel that much as, from the meager observations Remilia had been able to make of the student coordinator dueling, she was a focused individual who believed she could teach a lesson to every person in the room, not just the one she was in the process of disciplining. Crossing her arms across her chest, her knees turned in slightly, arms still crossed, as she waited for the duel to end and, unless Ellen could overcome her inability to duel under pressure, this duel only had a turn or two remaining. For the moment, do not get wrapped up in the nonsense she is spewing, trust in yourself, in your cards, and keep yourself in control of your emotions Elle... don't lose again because of something so simple.


[Sorry for posting an incomplete document, I'm at the ER with my dad and I've gotta help him get home lol. ^^; he threw out his back, please have mercy on me if you can, I'll finish as soon as I get him settled.]

 

[UraharaSteph]

Gender: Female

Species: Weavile

Appearance: Glare looks like any other Weavile, except for the fact she has a dark royal blue pair of eyes instead red. This is due to her sight being slightly damaged, and for some unknown reason, this caused the iris colour to change from red to blue. Despite the slight defect in her sight, she can still see quite well, but it does lower her chance of accuracy on attacks. The rest of her is normal, but she does wear a shiny ice blue necklace of a water droplet which she robbed from a shop. No-one suspected her though.

History: Glare was not a wild Pokémon to begin with. Oh no, she used to belong to an EX-Team Rocket member. This person was named Gordon and he was getting on in age a bit when he met the young Glare. Glare was introduced to crime and she picked up many great experiences and the great art of stealth. She moved swiftly and silently and was quite admired. During one of her crimes with Gordon, she entered a jewelry store. It was their she came across the blue necklace she wears. Glare thought that even she had to have something as a treat, after risking so much to help her master be a thief.

Eventually, her Master died. No... He was murdered. A Team Galactic grunt was pressuring him for something, Glare couldn't understand what. The grunt had then used some power that Glare had never seen before. It looked like a move that belonged to Dakrai, a Pokémon Gordon often talked about, as he told stories of how he wanted to capture it. Glare ran out, and left her master's corpse there. She weeped and weeped for her Master's soul, but there was nothing for her to do.

She left and walked on, looking for a place to settle. She came to an icy land, and soon found a group of Weavile. She tried to enter their group, but they wouldn't let her. They were all a bunch of Male Weavile, and they were after something else. Glare didn't want this and bit back. The group ganged up on her and it's here she obtained her vision impairment when they clawed heartlessly at her eyes. Bleeding all over, she stumbled away and rested for a long while. She had to become stronger, or things like that may happen again.

Soon, the world was slowly getting eaten up by a dark dome of... well darkness! Glare did not accept this Dakrai's laws, and even though she had been in crime and had embraced her dark side... she didn't want to be under the control of some Pokémon that had helped in the destruction of her master.

Personality: Glare is a very cheeky and down to Earth Pokémon, who takes life lightly. She can be very emotional and is often extremely lonely since the death of her Master Gordon. She doesn't normally care for others, and tends to put herself before them. However, if she actually makes a friend, then their is no doubt she would settle down. After the death of Gordon she now dislikes humans, but does feel sorry for them. Despite not being too friendly, their is something about her that makes her quite the fun and friendly Weavile around.

RP Sample:
Galre woke up groggily. She wiped her red eyes and groaned along with her begging stomach. She rolled over in her stolen basket that served as her bed. A harsh banging sound soon distracted the sleepy Weavile though. She sat up and sniffed the air. No food was made, so it wasn't breakfast. What was all the noise about? Was Gordon upset about something? Glare couldn't care less about Gordon and what he was doing, she just wanted to sleep. Her head soon touched the pillow once more, but no rest could she obtain. Another bang was heard, quickly followed by a series of them.The Weavile was now in a very grumpy mood. She stormed to the living area where the banging was heard, and screamed in her Pokémon language telling off Gordon for awaking her in a rude manor.


"Keep it down you pathetic loser!" She screeched, even though to him, it only sounded like "Weav weav! WEAVILE!"

Unfortunately, Gordon was not listening to Glare. His ears were full of blood, and the red liquid trickled down out of his ear canals. Glare stood there, speechless. He was being knocked around by some space geek. They were using some dark moves, that Glare could only recognize as Darkrai's moves. She stumbled back, and watched the Galactic grunt make his final move, completely destroying her dear master. Glare growled and leap forward onto the opponent. With one harsh knock, Glare was sent flying towards the wall. She knew she was no match for this, and scurried out of the door, in tears as she pinned for her master.


Is this OK for you?

 

[ANARCHit3cht]

May I reserve Houndor? Please and thanks.


Name: Dirge

Gender:Male

Species: Sableye

Appearance: Dirge differs ever so slightly from his other Sableye counterparts. Well, for one, the gem on his chest is rather large due his over-indulgence of gems. However, no one could really tell unless they actually looked at a different Sableye and then him. The gems that make up his eyes are of a slightly darker hue, but really only because the have lost all of their luster. He wears a tattered brown cloak with a few inner pockets. A crudely made pouch rest on his right hip, this pouch is filled with precious gems that he will eat every so often.

History: Nobody has really asked Dirge his life story, nor has he asked theirs. Dirge wasn't named Dirge, it a name that he took when he was left behind. His past contains some touchy subjects, so he wouldn't openly go around exclaiming it, but you really must now, he will eventually tell you most of it, and leave out the most sensitive parts, or he will just refuse to go in depth about them. Well, he basically tells everyone the same story:

Dirge was pretty much a loner from birth. His days often spent wandering the lonely cave halls, burrowing in every so often to avoid capture, danger or just to rest. Often in those walls he would over-eat, and devour gems like breathing air. This lead him to be quite healthy and the gems that make his body are virtually indestructible. Well, the cave that he and his brethren had caved in, full of people. So what did they do to escape? They captured all the Sableye that they could find and forced them to burrow their way out. Horrified, he fled to the back of cave in solitude. Weeks later, the commotion died down, but he dared not to return. More weeks past and the room he took to was running out of gems, so he returned his once regal home and was taken aback by what he saw. The place was crawling with filfthy humans, all of them in search to get every last gem that paved the walls of the cave. Outraged he.. well, he leaves that part out of history. That is where it ends. How he got the cloak or what happened to his rome remains a mystery.



Personality: Dirge is quite reserved and keeps to himself. Mostly because his past has led him to be cynical, believing the worst of others. He trusts no one but himself. Tell him to do something, he will probably only do for the sake of you leaving him alone. Impulsive and hasty, he leaves no time to waste. Like a raging inferno, he won't stop until he is taken down. So, if you get in a fight with him, you better hope you have back up. Despite his rash nature, he feels a need to protect those that are around them, those that he are living with, he doesn't want to lose them.

RP Sample: NOTE: IT IS SHORT. I CAN WRITE MORE.

Spoiler:

We crept through the still night air. Our throats clogged from all the smoke, our feet bleeding from the endless hours of walking, pain throbbing all through our body. But yet, we kept on going, we has one last grain of hope, and that bit made as strong as ever. We may be worn down, but never will we be worn down. Then the dreaded sound came, the horrible sound. Immediately I gripped my ears and dove to the ground. The other men doing the same, all of us, but one that is. The bullet tore through his lungs. His fall was hesistant as he struggled to get air, but no use. I couldn't help but let the tears escape. The last things that escaped his lips were: I love you. It faint as he used the last of the air in his lungs to force it out. Just about all of the men around me were bawling their eyes out, only a few were not, but those few had their faces buried in the dirt. I grabbed the rifle that I had been carrying and got to a crouched position. I knew the man better than anyone, yet I was the first to stop grieving for the loss. "Battle positions, you're all soldiers, now act like it!" I commanded. I fired a few rounds off at the approaching silhouettes, and I watched them collapse.
To Come

 

[Solyss]

@Mika:
Looks great so far! I'll wait till you finish it up to officially accept it, so as of right now, it's pending.

@UraharaSteph:
Accepted. ^^

@ÄgàmêñÐmØÑ:
Yes, you have 24 hours to put up your character sheet.

 

[UraharaSteph]

Yay! I am now a happy Buneary!... I mean Weavile! :D

 

[Solyss]

Name: Echo

Gender: Female

Species: Absol

Appearance: Due to spending the majority of her time in the shadows or the cover of night, Echo's skin is darker than most Absol's. Her eyes are emerald green with slit pupils, and her fur is a silvery gray that glows in the moon light. She wears a black collar with a red gem in its center, that seems to glow with some type of ominous power. She has never tried to take it off, out of fear of what may happen if she does.
History: Echo had been captured when she was very young by Galactic, right around the time that they had started the Darkrai Project. She was the subject of some minor experiments, trying to fuse her with some of Darkrai's powers, like they eventually began doing to themselves and their other pokemon. She had been the prototype of this experiment, though, so the method had not quite been... perfected. After several failed attempts to fuse her with Darkrai's powers, they finally succeeded. But, of course, something went wrong.
The power overflowed from Darkrai and began consuming Echo's mind and body. With frantic effort, they stopped the fusing process... but it had been too late. Echo was changing. Her colors darkened and her eyes changed. Glowing with black aura, being under the influence of Darkrai, Echo attacked the Scientists that had experimented on her. With great effort, they recaptured her and contained her until they could find a way to harness her power, and find a way to fix the fusing process for further use.
That's when the collar she wears now was invented. Unable to change what they had done to Echo, they invented a collar that controlled the amount of Dark Power she could use, allowing her to remain sane and keep her own conscious. If ever this color was removed or broken, she would lose her mind and become a killing machine under the control of Darkrai.
Because of these experiments, Echo is, in a way, a part of Darkrai. A puppet of his, so to speak. Darkrai's will is always present in her mind, always trying to bring her to his side.
After the event that Darkrai was released and ShadowSpread began, Echo was spared by Darkrai, as he planned to use her in the future. Not wanting to be controlled, Echo ran from the Shadow World and into the Light World to hide from Darkrai, where she lives now, only appearing under the cover of night.

Personality: Echo is cold, to be blunt. Knowing nothing but imprisonment and harm from humans, she has never been shown kindness or friendship. She's a loner, and wouldn't trust anybody. She says that she fights for herself, and that she is ruled by no one, and therefore refuses to fight along side anyone. Under this hard shell, however, Echo is just scared and alone.

 

[Barboach]

Character Sheet

Name: Shiro

Gender: Male

Species: Mightyena

Appearance: Shiro sports many scars about his body, none of which he wants to remember. The scars are a sign of true strength in communities of Mightyena, how many scars their are substantially effects this high praise as well. His gray and dull eyes foreshadow the seriousness that dwells within him, almost lifeless. Shiro's eyes have seen more terrors then any other pokemon would hope to dream of, less alone want. The Mightyena's hind and front legs are ample for running at great speed, but the most curious thing about these limbs is the awful remnants of a caging "device" used in years before. The kind of devices that would strike terror and despair in any normal soul. Alas, this "device" is no longer being fed the torment of the soul it is attached to, that was its downfall. Shiro's tail is rough and tattered.

History: Bang! Another shot rang out into the once before quiet, peaceful night. Howls of pokemon mourned for the loss that had just come moments after the shot. A Mightyena lay in the middle of a ring of tree's, pooling blood underneath his limp, but still breathing body. "I think we got him. Quick, go and scoop him up before the police arrive! We need this pokemon to..." Darkness... Shiro woke up on an operating table, his vision blurred. The first thing that caught his eye was a small machine tied around his front left leg. Before studying it abit, he struggled to his feet. Pain. And electric shock sent a jolt through his body as he was forced to lay back down. It seemed any sudden movement would result in the machine electrocuting him. "That'll teach you to behave, you miserable mutt!" Speakers cabled to walls on either side of Shiro crudely told him his position. Angered by the fact that he was caged, he tried to escape the ghastly room, but to no avail. Shiro lay on his side, breathing heavily. The speakers bellowed, "Oh, breaking you will be fun."

A few days later, the Shadow Spread began, the evil pokemon Darkrai creating a domain for himself. Darkrai came, and chanced upon Shiro, dazed and hardly breathing in the paleness. It sparked a feeling of regret and rage in Darkrai and he attempted to strike Shiro, but the machine attached to his leg lit up and scared Darkrai off. He got up warily. Shiro smelled smoke. The device that had once imprisoned him had actually saved him from a horrible death. But; it remain broken from sheilding that ferocious attack. Shiro would have to act fast if he had any hope to stop Darkrai from destroying the human and pokemon races. And yet, a voice in the back of his mind goaded him on serving Darkrai, tempting and bargaining. He shook off these feelings, casting them as merely a figment of his imagination. But were they really?

Personality: Even though he cares for the common good, he will only risk his neck for those he holds dear. Generally cool and collected when things get heated, he will never back away from a challenge to fight. Even if it means certain death. His Mightyena pride would not stand for losing. But on the flipside of things, he is a gentle soul. Although he endured horrible torture at the hands of Team Galactic, he would never show those mental scars. Not unless someone truly believed in him.

RP Sample: (From an old RolePlay I was in called: "Pursuit of Raels". Please note, this was also an Rp Sample to get me into the "Pursuit of Raels" Roleplay.)

"Great, just great." Yumikari thought to himself as he held a broom in his hands, and his staff in a sheath on his back. A Gael store manager, a Homini, saw Yumikari advising people not to buy some things at his shop because he thought they were too low quality and poorly made. Now he had to clean the store to "Make everything look better then it seems, don't want anyone not to be satisfied." Yumikari rolled his eyes whenever the manager came around and said he wasn't doing good enough. He got a devilish idea to pick up a vase inside the store with his wind magic and throw it at the managers head, but he took the thought aback, he was already in enough trouble as is.

It was nearing noon, and the Homini manager said "Okay you can go now, just don't make my shop look bad anymore." The homini said, smiling at him. All Yumikari did was nod and walk out silently. Down a path he started to walk, it was getting dark by now. "The so called 'Giant Tarantula' that everyones been raving about should come out on this path, but whose going to believe that?" said Yumikari. A thought came into his head. "The young traveler Yumikari has slain the legendary Tarantula beast." said a story teller in his mind. "He was greatly rewarded and a statue erected in his order." Some little Homini's in the thought went "Wow."
Yumikari laughed out loud, and was almost spent for the night, so he was going to set up a small camp with a tiny fire so no one could know he was there. After a cooked meal over the fire he saw a nearby river and scooped up some water, drenching the fire to cinders that glowed dimly in the moonlight. Yumikari sighed, falling slowly asleep, awaiting a new day to come tommorrow.

 

[Solyss]

@Barboach:
Accepted. It'll be fun roleplaying with you again. :]

@ÄgàmêñÐmØÑ:
So far so good. Pending, until you finish it.

I'm going to let about a day or so pass before we get this started, just in case anyone wants to claim Houndour.
And by the way, I'm starting up an OOC thread for this, so be looking for it.

 

[Lucent]

Name: Lilith

Gender: Female

Species: Houndoom

Appearance: Unlike a normal female Houndoom's horns, Lilith's are, for some reason, longer than the horns of a male Houndoom, and also resemble a goat's horns. Also, due to a past event, she has an X-shaped scar on her left eye. Her paws are the same color as her snout, though this is unknown why. Her eyes are also a peculiar crimson red, much different than the eye color of a regular Houndoom. Other than those differences, she looks like any other Houndoom.

History: Growing up as a young Houndour in the Sinnoh region, Lilith was always teased by her fellow species for her oddly-shaped ears (which were split into three tufts of fur at the top, kind of like Notch-Ear Pichu) and her discolored paws. At some point, one of the more mischievous Houndour perturbed a Scyther into mistakingly attacking Lilith. This left Lilith with a visible scar over her left eye. She was fortunately not blinded in this eye, but has had some trouble seeing out of it every so often. The peacekeepers of the pack soon noticed that Lilith had crimson red eyes, and took it as a sign of the apocalypse. Everyone shunned Lilith, and, without any friends or family (she was an orphan at birth), Lilith had no one to turn to for help.

Eventually, Lilith left the pack. Knowing she wouldn't survive a few days by herself, she attacked other Pokemon to boost her strength, and would take down the weaker ones for food, much like the other Houndour and Houndoom in her pack would. Eventually, Lilith evolved into a Houndoom, though her oddities remained. She also realized she had strange horns, something that any other regular Houndoom didn't have. Deciding that it didn't matter, Lilith continued with her self-training and hunting, and grew more and more powerful. She learned to focus her energy before attacking, and this made her attacks even more accurate and successful.

One day, she felt a massive change in the atmosphere. It was then that she realized a Pokemon native to the region she lived in, a Dark Pokemon like herself, a vile Pokemon named Darkrai, had begun creating its own world, spreading shadows from the top of a dark tower. While it didn't come to her originally, Lilith heard something, perhaps her inner conscience, call it the "Shadow Spread". Though Lilith knew that she was no match for the powerful Dark-type Pokemon, she wished to stop Darkrai's plot with all the strength that she had. She wasn't doing this to prove to her original pack that she was good, nor did she want to save anyone else from this disaster. Instead, she wanted to stop Darkrai to prove to herself what she was capable of.

Personality: Lilith is a rather stubborn Houndoom. No matter how agile or powerful her opponent was, Lilith would never give up, even if she was running out of energy. She would continue pursuing or attacking her foe until it was defeated, or until she fainted from using all her energy. During her training, Lilith developed a knack of being a tactician and thus was able to soon plot out her moves. She also was able to learn the patterns of her prey, helping her to snipe them when the time was right. There are other times where Lilith has shown fragments of kindness to younger and weaker Pokemon, especially ones that seemed to be outsiders like her. She feels anger and hatred towards the non-outcasts, and will usually pursue or attack them without thinking first.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

From SamuraiMaster's "Dies Irae":

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The gentle waves of the beach just outside of Fuschia calmed the young girl down. Calling out her Leafeon and Glaceon, the three watched the sun set in the horizon. Once it did, the girl recalled both and called out her Arcanine. Together, the two rode off towards Celadon. When they arrived, the Arcanine was recalled and this time a Larvitar was sent out. Crazy as it seemed, the girl headed towards the Game Corner.

"Let the slots go and go and go! Where they'll stop, nobody knows!!!" yelled one of the staff members as the girl gave the slots a try. When she chose to stop each one, everyone stopped what they were doing and began watching her. Being well-known throughout all the Game Corners in the world, Zora was very lucky when it came to gambling, and so was her Larvitar. Breathing heavily, Zora gave a sigh of relief when the three slots lined up three "7s", the best combo one could probably receive in Kanto's Game Corner. As the 300 coins began to pour out, Zora readied her Coin Case, and every coin plinked away in the case as it filled up more and more.

Then, it was the Larvitar's turn. Give it all you got, Luna! Zora thought as the Larvitar started up the slots. As they went, the Larvitar began stopping them on her own. Three "Rs" lined up, and even more coins were dished out. After a while of playing, Zora and Luna grew tired and exited the building, heading toward's Celadon's nifty but small hotel. Just because Zora was rich didn't mean she had to stay at the best hotels around. Besides, this one seemed to be a bit more comforting.

Checking her phone, Zora noticed she had quite a few text invitations to parties that were occuring all around. Besides being well-known in the Game Corners, Zora was also known for her love of partying. Fortunately, she never intended on getting drunk at any party, and preferred that she only partied until her limit was pushed. Leaning back on the bed provided for her, Zora closed her eyes for a few moments, only to remember that Luna was still out. Calling the Larvitar back into her Pokeball, Zora turned on the TV.

In big letters at the bottom the words "Mt. Silver" could be easily seen. Above it was a large red Pokemon. Only hearing about it a few times, Zora knew it to be a Pokemon called Groudon. Wow... The thing's from Hoenn, and yet there it is in Sinnoh... Although many others probably didn't know about such a monstrosity, it was thanks to Professor Kaminko of Orre that Zora knew of such a monster (that Robo-Groudon really did fail, although the Robo-Kyogre made supposedly helped someone, as Zora had heard). Not wanting to hear any more of the Titan, Zora turned the TV off and turned over onto her side. With a sigh, Zora began to fall asleep.

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

*BOOM*

Three large booms came from just outside the hotel. Immediately waking up, Zora looked out her window. Fire seemed to be ablaze from afar, most likely on One Island. Quickly exiting the hotel, Zora called out Bane, the Arcanine, and headed for Vermilion to get to the Island. As they got closer, Zora couldn't help but notice all the fire spewing out of the top of the mountain. That is...Mt. Ember, isn't it? As Zora paced back and forth while the ship stopped at One Island, she could hear the screams of terrifed people, residents, in fact. They seemed to run to the ship as Zora got off. some looked at her strangely, but Zora didn't care.

As she reached the area, she noticed that the cause wasn't from a natural occurence. Could Groudon be behind this too? she asked. Well, better not get too close...

(I'm done. I hope. If you need me to add anything, let me know. Thanks~)

 

[Solyss]

@Suika Ibuki:
Beautifully done. Accepted.

@Nomicro4u:
Wow, really? I'm... just gonna pretend that didn't even happen. DECLINED. <.<

I'm gonna let those who need to finish up their sign ups before starting. :3

 

[Solyss]

Look at the size of the other sign ups and the amount of detail they hold.
And then compare it to yours.
It shouldn't be too hard to figure out why you were denied.

 

[ANARCHit3cht]

Solyss, Nomicro is trolling, ignore them.

 

[Solyss]

Yeah I know. Sorry. T__T That kinda thing pisses me off.

 

[Barboach]

Don't feel bad, some people do it for fun for no reason.

 

[Alter Ego]

Alright, sweeties, mean old trolls all gone now. Carry on.

And for future reference, guys? You missed the second and crucial part of troll management: post report. Ironically, the only person who reported was the one who didn't comment on the matter at all. Keep that report button in mind for the future, m'kay?

 

[UraharaSteph]

why does all the fun stuff happen in my absence? I would love to have reported all of them :P!

Anyway, we're just waiting on one more person now right? ^_^

 

[Solyss]

I'm waiting on two people to complete their sign ups before I start.
T__T
So blame it on them.
Blah.

 

[Elekid Kid]

Hi, I really like the sound of this RP, but all the signups are taken, please can I be a Honchkrow?

 

[Barboach]

Please read Solyss entire post.

"After these pokemon are taken, I will not take anymore sign ups"