Stranded!

[Wolf_Goddess]

Plot
Traveling is the thing you do best, why, being an owner of a Pokemon, you explore the world and know your way around. So surviving in almost any environment should be a snap...right?

Wrong.

Trainers board the ship dubbed the S.S. Anne from the port located in Vermillion, unknowing to the fact that it is a doomed ride. A large Trainers convention was taking place, so it was the place to be for anyone who traveled with Pokemon, even if they were not a trainer. Activities, contests, food, you name it, it was a difficult ticket to get. You were one of the lucky people who bought the ticket...or you were inquired to work on the boat during such time. This was to be a week-long thing, however...on the fourth day a terrible storm struck the boat, causing all activities normally held on the deck to be taken inside. It was still fun, for the S.S. Anne was like the modern-day Titanic, like a mansion on the sea.

However, like the Titanic, it also led a somewhat similiar fate. A beauty contest was being held, and the majority of the people were watching the Pokemon work their hardest to win a ribbon, when the boat lurched forward due to hitting a large reef in the middle of the ocean. There was some panic, but it ceased for the captain himself announced there was little to no danger, and activites should be carried on. And so they did, until trainers noticed water rising. Something had gone wrong in the bottom deck, causing more hearts to flutter. Still, they were assured it was nothing more then a slight problem, but it was harder to calm down, for the water was rising rapidly.

Soon, the danger was acknowleged, and the boat was sinking. The captain had alread sent out a distress signal to the mainland, but the connection had been faulty, so it was stated to merely the phone. Workers ushered trainers up onto the stormy deck, where lifeboats were located. Trainers piled into each one, and were lowered into the sea.

Sinking rapidly, thankfully no one was aboard, the S.S. Anne sunk to the gloomy depths, and all the lifeboats were found as soon as help arrived...save for one.

The storm took that boat captive, tossing it this way and that for hours until the boat struck land. The trainers, stepping out, realized that this was an uncharted island, and deserted at that save for the Pokemon.

This is your story of survival, and how you uncovered the secrets of the Island.

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Rules:
-Generic rules apply
-Good typing and Grammar is needed, as well as spelling.
-No Powerplaying, Godmoding, etc.
-No Pokemorphs, nothing abnormal about your character. S/He's just a normal person with Pokemon.
-No abdnormally coloured Pokemon. Yes, that means no shinies, no Fakemons, etc.
-No insanely strong Pokemon. Make your teams modest, please.
-Wait for me to accept you, and once I post my bio we begin. After we begin, no one else can join unless they PM me and I accept.
-Just have fun and go along with it. Just don't RP in an immature manner, and don't have your people go crazy and wild on the island and start to kill people. This is not Lord of the Flies...in the beginning at least.

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Form:

Name:
Age: (12-18)
Gender: (Male or Female)
Occupation: (Trainer, Worker on the S.S. Anne, Breeder, etc.)
Physical Traits:
Mental Traits: (Also known as Personality)
Brief History:
Pokemon: (Up to six. You may have none if you so choose, but I doubt that. None of the Pokemon on the island can be caught)
Other: (Anything I might have missed)
Roleplay Example: (Do not direct me to a thread. Just copy and paste an existing post in here, or come up with your own.)​

 

[charizard_maa]

Name: Mike Anone

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Occupation: Trainer

Physical Traits: Mike is long and tall. He wears blue jeans and red shoes. He wears a red shirt and a long green jacket that held most of his items. The pockets had potions and other small useful items. He wears a small backpack over his shoulder and keeps his bigger items like cooking materials. Mike's is tanned and his face is the same color. His face looks kind of feminine and has his hair a little down to his shoulders. Because of his hair and face he has been mistaken as a girl.

Mental Traits: (Also known as Personality) Mike is honest and smart. He is a hard worker and determine but sometimes that can blind him. He willing to do anything that is needed to finish something. He tries to be as helpful as he can.

Brief History: Mike is from the city of Cinnabar Island where he was able to recieve his education about pokemon. He has a small fanclub there compose of both girls and boys because of his looks and knowledge. There he recieve his first pokemon a charmander. After leaving the island he was able to train an become a pokemon trainer. He and his charmander had been together and along away capture a few more pokemon and the evolvution of his charimander. He had recieve a ticket to attend the pokemon convention on the S.S. Anne from his fans on Cinnabar Island. HE was glad to be able to attend the famous ship with the five gym badges that he has won.

Pokemon: (Up to six. You may have none if you so choose, but I doubt that. None of the Pokemon on the island can be caught) Charmeleon, Onix, Magikarp (Caught a while ago), Haunter, Grovlye,
Other: (Anything I might have missed)
Roleplay Example:

Then it came like a storm passing over a city. It was all over. There was a crack on the radio and then Rust was heard on the Neo Lugia, "I..." He then paused and said, "I agree..."

There was a roar of cheer on the Neo Lugia. Everybody was happy with the announcment that Rust had said. Finally there was a peace now. Amy ran over to Mike and hugged him. MIke then smiled and kissed her. They were the happiest people on the whole ship. Mike then said with a smiled on his face to Rust and everybody who was listening, "Thank you Rust for agreeing. I knew that you were willing to agree to this. I would like to thank you. The universe would like to thank you for what you have done. I believe this will be the start of a great time of peace in the future." He then looked at AMy and said, "I think we can get rid of the MIrage Pokemon now."

AMy smiled and press a button. At once all Mirage Pokemon on both Ramdnye and Homeworld were gone. The threat was over.

One of the personal then tapped Mike's shoulder. He said, "The peace conference sir?"

Mike then nodded and annouced to Rust and the leader of Allience forces, "I guess I should tell all of you this. My crew will send both leaders of Homeworld and Ramdnye the location of the peace conference. Here I expect an offical agreement will be reached that will bring future wealth to both sides. I hope that everything will go well. It will be held on a space island that will be made in a few days called Manaphycuatro, I hope this will be a great beginning for a grand future for both sides. Thank you all and I wish you all a great future."

Mike then looked at Amy and said, "We need to do one more thing. Just to bring peace. Are you sure you want to do this AMy?"

Amy smiled and replied, "Yes. I sure. I want to make sure that nobody else will have to suffer to be a hybrid like us ever again."

Mike smiled and said to his crew, "I am honor to have been captain of this crew. You all have been great and I would wish to have countinue working with you all but our time together must end. There has to be one more thing to be done before true peace can be made. It has been an honor to work with you all." He then looked at Amy and held her hand. "Let do this dear." He then went to the elevator that was in the cockpit. It lead to the top of the Neo Lugia's cockpit head.

 

[Xhaiden]

(( Yay! It's Kagome's first rp since her return from the ashes as Xhaiden! Whee! Hiya Wolf-chan. ^_^ Long time no see.))


Name: Daaha Erei
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation:A canine breeder
Physical Traits: Daaha is a young man of a small stature, standing only 5'3 with a slim and yet slightly muscled frame. He has darkly tanned skin from his constant time in the sun, and despite being male, he looks very feminine. His hair is a viberant gold, falling in long waves down near his waist. Being his pride and joy, it normally holds a glow to it. The young man's features are more rounded, and a set of large brown eyes that have an amber hue complete his face. Normally he is seen dressed in a rumpled white collar shirt that has been left open and a black muscle shirt beneath. His attire is completed by a pair of well broken in jeans and a pair of tennis shoes that have seen better days. Usually he carries a shoulder bag of a violet and black coloration with him.

Mental Traits: Distant and a bit oblivious to his surroundings, Daaha isn't exactly the most friendly of people. He can be very blunt and even rude at times, depending upon his mood. The young man seems to have some issues when it comes to human interaction, but his fairly expressive eyes usually make up for that problem. He often becomes uncomfortable around large crowds and slinks into the background to hide. There are some moments however, that he acts almost nicely to others.

Brief History: Born and raised near Mt. Silver, Daaha has lived practically isolated from the rest of the world and rarely deals with other people aside from his father. Originally he had started out as a trainer, earning badges and such with his canine pokemon. However, he decided that the stress of dealing with humans was too much for him and so he returned home to raise his beloved Canines. For a long while things went fairly smoothly for the young man, and he and his father held a fairly productive business of being guides for trainers and the like. Daaha had become so well known for his canine pokemon that several came seeking him for pups. And then his father passed on from an accident one winter when an Onyx that he had been tracking caused an avalanche. Daaha had not known of it until a few days later when he went searching for the man.

Pokemon: Arcanine (Male) War, Houndoom (Male) Youkai, Mightyena (Female) Shade, Manetric (female) Terin, Espeon (Male) Shy, and an egg.
Other: Daaha has a love for singing, but due to his fairly shy nature he is rarely caught in the act. Also, he is terrified of water.
Roleplay Example:

The sweet tang of blood laced the thick air that was trapped within the cavernous structure made of stone and gold. A musky, breath stealing air that seemed bent on smothering any who dared to take it in. Among the scents of death and mildew lay the stench of alcohol, sweat, and decay, a horrible and toxious perfume for a place that only it could suit. Light was provided sparsely through the fifteen long corridors that led inward from different directions by black flamed torches. Black fire was a rare thing that few held the ability to create, but here it was abundent. Shadows of light danced along with the spiralling dark flames that beckoned guests forward.

These corridors were about twenty paces wide and miles long, the floor intricately carved with an odd mixture of black and white marble as well as a few strange stones that differed for each. These stones were placed strategically and unless one knew they were there, they were practically undetectable. Each passage had a different pattern of these metalic silver stones that caused the floor to give off an eurethral glow. What these patterns ment, few knew or rather, cared to know.Massive collums of finely decorated crystal lined the corridors, supporting an oppressive looking ceiling that matched the floors perfectly. There appeared to be no walls in these passageways, but they were there, transparent to visitors. These transparent barriers kept out the weather, intruders, and the guardians that roamed outside. It also allowed those inside to view the surprisingly beautiful outside. Tranquil water surrounded the fifteen corridors on both sides, massive flowering trees coated in dangling vines and ivy growing endlessly upward from the clear liquid. The canopy allowed only sparse patches of sky to peer through the leaves and isolated the almost sacred looking place from the world. On second look at the scene however, one would note that not a single bird sang here, nor did the wind stir. It all appeared frozen in time like a perfect fantasy garden, preserved for all time on a murral.

Night shrouded the entire area, the now silvery water glittering with the moon's cold glow. This coldness was nothing in comparison to the inside, which chilled the soul to the bone. The fifteen passages led toward a circular structure that stood in the center. It was a rather impressive work of art with it's carvings and paintings, easily capible of containing an entire city and then some. It's interior held several thousand velvet lined chairs, about two hundred of them black and far more extravigant then the rest. These seated the powerful, while the rest seated the weaker members of the species. One platform in the farmost north section of the structure was decorated with the most care, silks of white and silver hanging neatly over the lavishly ornate pedistal. A large seat stood in it's center, made of the finest materials of gold. Two each side were two other seats, both just as fine. The entire building was filled with people, all dressed in robes of thier clan and chatting openly with others. There appeared to be fifteen clans present, each one massive and closely knit. The seats had been arranged so that all faced inward toward a large circular pit, similar to a colliseum in design. The floor of this pit was covered in finely ground white sand that reflected the glow of the thousands of black fire torches that lined the walls. This sand was not enitely white, tainted with the stain of old blood, as were the walls within the pit. Not a single ladder allowed escape within it's vastness, the walls nearly thirty feet deep. At the far south stood metal gates that to at each side stood a bulky looking guard.

The sound of a chime so soft that it was almost inaudiable silenced the entire crowd. The many guests turned thier slitted gazes toward the south where a sixteenth corridor opened and looked on with anticipation as the soft chiming continued in slow measured time. Every single one of them rose quickly to thier feet, not a single sound breaking the deafening silence other then that faint chime. Finally fifteen men and women dressed entirely in black robes strode without a sound from the corridor. They were emotionless looking, each one flawlessly beautiful and looking more like living marble. The volumous robes fanned out about thier lithe frames, held tight to their torsos by gold bands. They moved purposefully, ignoring the envious looks that they recieved from the others. The Chiming had grown louder and Three others appeared in the doorway. These three seemed to be the source of awe. A tall, muscular, and formidable looking man with wild red hair escorted a woman that belittled the title goddess with ease. She was fairly petite, body perfectly honned and holding a grace that no mortal could ever dream to posess. She was clad in pure black sheer, the long dress trailing behind her and fanning out in a nonexistant wind. Her hair was a long mane of golden brown, coiling and falling nearly to the floor. It was a simple outfit really, but that was all she needed. Honestly, the woman could have been wearing rags and still looked just as beautiful. Her skin was so pale that it radiated a soft cold glow. Beautiful could not describe her. She was beyond that and cold, colder then the darkest ice and several times more deadly.

But, it was the third person that was the true phenomina. A child. An Angel. Barely four years old, the child stood only just above the woman's knees. Pure, metalic strands of silver fell down around it's frail shoulders perfectly, not a single hair out of place. This child, a male, looked akin to a porcelin doll, as though the lightest touch would shatter his untainted form. But this child's eyes were by far, the most startling of his characteristics. White, flecked with black sporadically and rimmed in black as well. A slightly slitted iris dialated and focused as those large eyes flitted about curiously. Endless they seemed, stretching on forever with thier sheer depth. His innocence was amplified by the small smile that curved his pink lips as he held onto the hem of his mother's dress. He was clothed entirely in white, a white that blinded the eyes. Thin modest robes that looked to be slightly too large for him for they fell down his shoulders and concealed his hands. The fabric was then pooled near his knees, a pair of white trousers concealing his legs. Around the boy's neck was a thick silver chain, attatched to a large silver bell that was the source of the chiming. Every person in the room sucked in a sharp breath and stared in awe at the tiny being who looked to belong to the heavens themselves. This was why they had been gathered. Noticing the stares of the thousands of guests the child's cheeks became reddened with a faint pink and he moved closer to his mother. Her clawed hand stroked his silk-like hair soothingly and an affectionate smile graced her full lips. The wide eyed boy looked up at his mother questioningly and the woman bent to his level. She cupped the boy's face in her hands, her lips curved slightly in amusement.

" My beautiful Angel...They have all come to see you...Today is your first. Do not disappoint me My silver son." She cooed in reassurance. The boy nodded slightly, a determined look morphing his face. He straightened himself and stepped back from her, forcing his timid nature aside for the time being. The woman smiled, revieling her perfect teeth, or rather, fangs. The procession continued around the circular room to the northern platform, and gracefully, the woman seated herself on the center throne. Her son sat on her left, his curious gaze flitting about the area. It was his first appearance in the world and his hightened senses were on overload.

(( I cut it a little short because the actual thing is absolutely beastly.))

 

[Insomnium]

((I hope this is acceptable! ^-^))

Name: Rin

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Occupation: Coordinater

Physical Traits: Rin wears a light white blouse, a pair of dark black shorts that cut off about mid - thigh and a pair of light blue flip -flops on her feet. She also wears a pair of fingerless black gloves to help her grip pokeballs better. (I hope that's enough, but I'm feeling lazy right now. But I'll edit it later if I need to ^-^')

Mental Traits: A joker, Rin thuroughly [sp?] enjoys making fools of others and herself. Mostly Rin enjoys playing tricks on others just for fun, but if someone really bothers her or ticks her off, they just might happen to find a turantula in their bed sometime. And, even though she has a dark side, Rin loves to kid around with her friends, both human and pokemon alike, and can often be found with a bright smile illuminating her features. It is fairly easy for Rin to make friends, mostly due to her lighthearted air and joking manner, but sometimes she can have a hard time taking things seriously, and that often leads to her downfall.

Rin has a lot of compassion for pokemon, and dislikes to battle too often, though she does try to keep her pokemon in the fittest form possible by training with them daily. She always has time for her companions, and always leaves at least one of her pokemon out of its pokeball when she goes out. She is a devoted coordinater, and hopes to someday be one of the best - though so far she has only won three ribbons.

Brief History: Rin is from a fairly large family, where she is the youngest of four, and the only girl. She was born and raised in Goldenrod city, in a highrise apartment near the Radio Tower where her father worked as a deejay. She lived a fairly normal childhood, but withdrew from the world when her parents divorced when she was ten. Since then, she has worked hard at becoming a pokemon coordinater, if only to hide from the pain rather than anything else.

Pokemon:

Mighteyena [♂]
Misdreavious [Missy] [♀]
Sneasel [♂]

Other: Rin is left handed.

Roleplay Example:

Swiftly, I dodged through the trees. I was eager to get home after the long week, and I could just barely make out the village through the foliage. From what I could see through the trees, it looked normal, but there was something definitely not right. I hesitated a moment before taking my next step. As I got closer to the village, I could feel a small twinge of fear well up in my chest, and suddenly I wasn't so sure I wanted to go home anymore. Bracing myself, I burst through the last of the trees and came to a dead stop in the middle of the road.

What I saw horrified me. All through the village, I could see bodies and rubble littered the dark ground. Even a few buildings were still on fire. I felt a surge of emotion course through me, and I let out a dry sob, as I realised that there was no one else around. This was definitely the work of the Kumai. In a flurry of emotion, I swept down the path, trying to find someone - anyone - still alive.

As I sped down the path, I could hear some voices off in the distance, and I turned myself towards the forest again. I could hear them getting louder as I approached. They sounded familiar, and with a jolt, I realised they were the voices of my classmates! I had decided to take my time getting home, and had gotten left far behind on the return journey. I stopped running a little ways away, and walked confidently towards my classmates, even though inside I was anything but confident.

"What's that?"

I asked, indicating the scroll in one of their hands. I brushed back a hair from my face, and glanced around the trees. Almost immediatly, I noticed a dark shadow slip between the towering plants. I narrowed my eyes a little bit, but let it slide. It was probably nothing, but I kept my guard up anyway.

Turning back to the group, I waited for a reply.

 

[Rena]

Name: Senritsu Ketatmashii
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Occupation: Coordinator; part-time Florist.

Physical Traits: Senritsu is pretty; and this is what she knows. She is petite in size, at 4'11" in height. She weighs a minimal number, of 112 pounds. Her skin is pale and creamy-looking, taking on a glowing-peach hue. It works well with most of her attributes, due to her sandy brown hair and olive eyes, ebony rimmed spectacles, helping her vision. With high cheekbones and unflawed features. Senritsu takes great care of herself, exploiting the best of minerals and such for the self-improvement. This, of course, shows. When her school uniform is packed in her pure white drawstring, Senritsu wears a cerulean blouse top, a lime hue taking it on, and wears a neutral sized skirt, hovering just above her knees. Though Senritsu depises shoes, whenever she can, is walking around barefoot, as if her feet had no touch, ignoring the rocks and other garbage. Always having a notebook and a ebony, plain pen, she uses it to draw with her imagination.

Mental Traits: Senritsu is a childish, yet complex person. If not this way; Senritsu wouldn't be herself, a vibrant girl who focuses on everything about life, optimistic, fluttery. She has a mind that wanders and is full of innocence and pleasure, she has a pure heart, and shows it. Though, Senritsu posseses a fiery temper and can easily be irritated in this stage. To Senritsu, life is a game that must be always of fresh moves and continuous entertainment, free of routine. Changing horses in the middle of the stream is another small quirk for Senritsu, which makes decision making, and sticking to a decision, particularly hard for her. Senritsu is incredibly imaginative, thinking of new ideas almost all of her time, but concentrates on the good stuff in life.

Brief History: Senritsu was born to small line of coordinators, and has lived a particulary managable life, nothing that scarred her for life happened, none of that. But she was always un-noticed for the little gifts she made for other people and started to always get caught up in a pile of rage when others are un-attentive to her. Intentively, she first started her dream out as being a trainer, but soon found a better hobby; coordinating.

Soon she was on the path looking for every contest hall she could find, then she found the flower shop. As she went inside, she was fascinated by the sweet aroma and gave a liking to the beautiful objects, soon she joined along the lines of working part-time in the shop, and started to raise a few grass pokemon, but she still follows her ambition to become; a contest master.

Pokemon:
Fuefuki - Misdreavus
Hana - Bellossom
Akane - Cherinbo
Hyou - Pochama
Mikka - Pinpuku
Hime - Rozureido

Roleplay Example:
Enkel was trotting along the rim of Olivine City, such beauty filled the sea as the cascading waves fell upon her feet, she pulled out her letter from Proffessor Oak, and started to read in her mind, for the millionth time.

Dear Miss Tsukina,
I'd like to invite you to my laboratory to learn more about your 'scar', you are about to go on the adventure of your life, working together with your legendary partner and 13 others to stop and evil man with his plan to recieve Mew's jewel.
Best Regards, Proffessor Samuel Oak.

She read the words Miss, scar, adventure, partner, and legendary once again, then she crumpled the letter and threw it into the ocean, it's contents were only to Enkel as she watched the words drown over the silence of the ocean. She didn't want to go, but she had a purpose, and needed to fufill her meaning of life. "But how would I get there?" Enkel thought thinking outloud the silence was weak to the voice of Enkel. "Lets see, if I go to Goldenrod, and take the Underground Line and then somehow get to Pallet, I can get there on time" she said. "But I would some stuff, and what would Mum think of this?" with a prick worry in her voice.

{Momentie} Auror said as he floated over, though Auror was a pokemon, Enkel had a way of understanding him. "I know! I'll write a letter" she said happily jumping off to her humble home, she took out a puce pen with a scruffed covering and began to write.

Dear Mum,
I'm going to find my meaning of life, at Proffessor.. somethings lab, don bother to come after me, it's a journey only for me and my pokemon, you're a great mom and I have no regrets of you being an awesome. I know I'm betraying father, but isn't this what you wanted? Wasn't this your dream? I took some of your pokemon for use, my favorites.
With Best Love, Enkel.

She wrote in this graceful cursive, dotting little hearts on her I's. She took five labeled pokeball, and nested them, on her wrapped belt. She took one out, "Kinde, take me to Goldenrod City!" she commanded the velvet furred pokemon ran into the shining light as Enkel gazed at her home cerulean tears cascading down her eyes and into the brooding silence of the sepia dirt path. Auror was supposedly following her, refusing to be in his pokeball, dashed along the path, trying to keep up with Kinde.

When they reached Goldenrod, the cities were shining brightly in the morning sun, reflecting Enkels past as she sat upon the blazing Absol. When they came to a station with the sign "Underground Ground Line : To Saffron" Enkel knew she was there, leaving her home region, just to find her meaning in life, it..it seemed wrong. Leaving her mother, everything! {I finally caught up with you} Auror said as he faded near Enkel, as she was recalling Kinde. "Come On Auror" the girl said gloomily as the Castform followed her.

On the underground line, Enkel pretty much didn't do anything, she looked at her feet, as if she was their guardian, the whole took very much time for Enkel, and when she arrived in Saffron, she was tired, wanted to sleep, but she had no time. There, Enkel met a boy, he had a Pidgeot, rarely seen in Johto. "Excuse me.." Enkel said with a melodic pitch, "May I borrow your Pidgeot?" she asked, hoping to hitch a ride.

"Well, if it's f'you cutie, sure!" he said, now "Where d'ya need t'go" he spoke like Papa, and was a spitting image of him, trying not to tear up, Enkel at blazing speed said "Viridian" she said with a vast gasp of breath. "Pita, take this fine lady over to Viridian City" he said, the pokemon happily obeying, letting Auror and Enkel onto his back, and flew up into the teal colored sky. The view was beautiful as Auror and Enkel gazed into the venue that was Kanto, her emotions seemed to lighten up as they landed in Viridian. "Arigatou" Enkel said with a smile, watching the pokemon glide back to his companion.

Rain was falling. Enkel tipped out her rosy pink umbrella, "Doesn't matter, about the rain" she thought happily humming among the coast of Viridian City, Enkel's arm reached over to her auburn colored hair and touched the cerulean raindrop, it burned. She clenched her fists, there was more than meets the eye to her as she gently throwed a crimson and silver schemed pokeball, and out came a disaster pokemon, though graceful and beautiful. Absol, "Kinde, I think you'd do well in the rain" Enkel said as she hopped on to the pokemon and rode of into the sunlight.

She came to nowhere, it was a 'dead end', she stood obverse to the sterling, aluminum building, it was plaited with steel, with a pygmy amount of windows, lined in scanty rows, one by one. The door, the door was a different story, it seemed like a small door that could easily be infiltrated, but Enkel's prediction was wrong, the door was stuck tight, it seemed like a security door but the girl surprisingly opened it revealing a utopia of taintness.

 

[Deathspector]

Name
Nathaniel Winterfield

Age
14

Gender
Male

Occupation
Nathaniel is a traveller. He does not take part in the Gym challenges, nor the Contests. He simply travels around the various regions, meeting Pokémon, befriending them, and studying them. He aspires to become a Pokémon Watcher of sorts, with a lot of information about Pokémon; yet being a Professor does not take to his liking.

Physical Traits
Nathaniel is tall, slender and athletic; somehwat like a human cat. His movements are graceful, and well timed, and he hardly makes clumsy mistakes with his body. He has startling black eyes, that seem to understand anything that they look at for even a few seconds. His hair is the same colour, and lies on his shoulders with an elegance that is almost unmatched with anybody else. His complexion is slightly dark having spent a long time under sunlight. He loves the colour black, and always wears it. His wardrobe is made up of only black clothes. He prefers the long and loose approach to clothes, rather than the short and tight version. He always wears a sliver chain arond his neck with the pendant of a serpant.

Mental Traits
Nathaniel has a very strong sense of honour and loyalty. Some people say that it only makes him gullible, and blurs his logic, but he believes otherwise; wat is the point in doing anything unless you're doing it for a noble purpose? Because of this, he enjoys a battle here and there, as long as it is done correctly, without any underhand blows and so on. But on the whole, he is not a violent person, and cannot stand to see another in pain. He is rather ope, and will try his best to talk with others around him; not minding if they don't reply. He's a rather talkative person, and likes to talk, hating to be alone. He loves his Pokémon more than anything, and would do anything to please them; as they would to him. Despite his openess, and his willingness to talk, he prefers only to make friends with people who he knows for a long time, and knows he can trust.

Brief History
Nathaniel was born to Samuel and Marisa Winterfield. He lived his childhood years, until ten, in the small town of Alazea, in Johto. It was there where he learnt his manners, his strong feelings of honour, and met his first friends. His father wasan assistant to the Professor Elm, and would often have to travel into Ilex Forest, to do research on a plant or Pokémon. His mother was an elementary teacher in Alazea School, and she was never at home during the evening hours, when Nathaniel came home from his own school. This left him to his own devices, and soon, he took to running around the streets of Alazea with friends, having fun. His parents, when they learnt of this, were angered beyond belief. They moved away from Johto, to Kanto, and lived in Vermillion, in attempt to keep him under control; hiring a maid in the process. But soon, he met his first Pokémon, and with that—and his parents' permission—he left on the journey that made him the person he is now. He then returned to Vermillion, buying the ticket for S.S.Anne, and waited...

Pokémon
Espeon (Female)
Charizard (Male)
Rattata (Male)
Lapras (Female)

Role Play Sample
From a Role Play at Serebii called Assassins

Crystal Blood...

The morning was new, and the sun had barely crossed the bridge into wakefulness itself. Outside, frost covered all living beings that had been foolish enough to step out during the incredible cold night. The trees were coated with a layer of hard ice, as was the grass below. Arctic foxes, and Snowy owls were scavenging the grounds, in search of small rodents that would be peering out of burrows in the ground. The Lupus Invicti building was also covered in frost, but fortunately, the heating had been switched on the previous day, and it was nice and warm. A perfect day to snuggle up in your bed, and enjoy the sensation of being warm, while looking our at the desolate landscape. Normal people, from five years of age, to eighty, would enjoy something like that immensely.

But Renier was not normal.

He sat at the edge of his bunk bed, that he shared with a small kid, too stupid to even be alive. His raven-coloured hair rested gently on his shoulder, as he stared at nothingness, his mind a buzz of activity. Today was the day. Today was the day that Crystal Blood would be his. He had waited a long time for this day, counting off the days on a small chart under his pillow. He had put up with the disgraceful physical activity that he was forced to endure in order to get to this day. His body quivered in excitement, as he speculated what Crystal Blood would give him. But he was unhappy. He did not know much about Crystal Blood; for not knowing could often lead to one's downfall. He had read that somewhere in a psychiatrist's magazine.

Sighing, he rose from his bed, and cast a withering look at his room-mate. He often did that to enjoy the feeling of being the superior person in the room. He walked to the teak door, swinging it open, and waking down the long corridor, to the stairs that would lead him to the Common Room. He had already gotten himself dressed, even before the sun was up. His dark-blue shirt had been buttoned up right to the top, and his vest buttoned to the top as well. He tucked in his shirt, as Lupus Invicti despised people who kept shirts out of their trousers. Tee-shirts were okay, but not proper shirts. His flexible boots made no sound on the carpeted floor, as he turned, and walked down three flights of steps, before finally entering the Common Room.

* * *​

He sat in the far corner of the room, looking at the young children squeal with delight and anxiety as Tom chased Jerry around in circles, only to get hit by a large plank, which had seemingly popped out of nowhere. Renier hated such shows that didn't make any sense at all. How can a mouse run on two legs, and have the strength to lift large objects. And how can the cat go on two legs as well, and recover from blows which would have killed people, but turn him into a cat-table. Didn't the creators of the show know that cats are much more flexible than that? And that they can anticipate blows, and be able to dodge them. And since when was a mouse smarter than a cat.

"Faustus?"

The call startled Renier as he had just settled down into a comfortable red couch. He jumped up to see who had called him. It was one of the many teachers. Renier's heart jolted. He had not expected to be called so soon. In his mind, he ran over as much as his mind could fit (which was quit a lot, considering the expanse of his intelligence), and walked over to the teacher. He knew this one personally. He was the person who taught Physics to the older students, like Renier. Renier nodded apologetically for not responding immediately.

"Yes, sir?"

The teacher stared down with hard-cold eyes, glaring at Renier. Renier looked back, knowing the last thing he should do was turn away. Both sets of blue eyes met, and the teacher nodded. "Follow me, and don't make any noise."

Renier nodded, already anticipating the injection of Crystal Blood, however it was done. But there were tests to complete before this...

* * *​

The passage was dark, and Renier closed his eyes to speed up the process, but somehow, it didn't work. No doubt Lupus Invicti had thought of that. Mentally berating himself, he was led into room after room, until finally, a light was switched on. He blinked several times, trying his best not to show the pain he felt in his retinas from the sudden blare of the lights.

"Stay here, the others shall come soon."

Renier nodded, noticing another person in the room. But he followed his normal custom, giving the person a scornful look, before turning away, completely...

 

[Midnight_Dragon249]

Name: Rhyzen Nekelo
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Occupation: Average, everyday, semi-psychotic trainer.
Physical Traits: Rhyzen (Rhy) wears a dark red, "scale" pattern long-sleeve T-shirt, but the sleeves are black. Her pants are the same color and pattern, and they have a little upside-down shaped V cut on each side. They go down to her shoes, which are AGAIN, the same scale pattern. She wears a thin black belt around her waist, where she keeps her Pokeballs. And she's short. Her hair is ... https://img163.imageshack.us/img163/3977/rhyzenmithragt7.png Like that. >>That's who I'm basing this chara on. Minus the ears. And the markings. And the dark nose.
Mental Traits: Rhyzen is semi-psychotic. She almost always can find something to hysterically rant about. She has a very all-out-offensive style in battle, not caring about stats or the like, and intends to get things done fast and to her liking. She's pretty slow on the uptake, and will "get" anyone who points it out. Rhy can calm down and be somewhat funny at times, but that is rare. But when she does calm down, her highly developed and intelligent brain starts to work, and she is suprisingly smart for her crazy exterior.
Brief History: Rhy grew up in Pallet Town, watching three new trainers get their starters each year in envy. She waited for what seemed like forever to get her first Pokemon. When she turned 10, she rushed to Oak's lab the day he was giving out starters, and was lucky enough to get a Charmander, along with a Pokedex. She decided to nickname the Charmander Ryuukasai. Her parents gave her some potions, money, and Pokeballs, then wished her good luck on her journey. After the first few battles using Ryuukasai, Rhyzen felt that she could beat anyone, giving birth to the crazy personality she has now. She traveled practically everywhere, and has amassed quite the collection of various Pokemon in five years. On the way, she challenged every trainer she saw, and when she won (which was often), she would tell the beaten opponent, "You just got owned by a midget!", her favorite phrase. And she can say that because she's very short. She had gained a good reputation, and was invited to the S.S. Anne's maiden voyage.
Pokemon:

Charizard/Ryuukasai {Male}

Rukushio/Raiken {Male}

Gabaito/Gaia {Female}

Manectric/Ikazuchi {Female}

Tyranitar/Kujo {Male}

And I stand behind this with, "After 5 years of being a trainer, no one's going to be walking around with an unevolved starter and Caterpies, Pidgies and the like. They're also going to have Pokemon from many different regions." But I could change/devolve some of them if need be.



Other: "My doctor says I'm only a leetle crazy." <= Quote. From Rhy. Every RP needs a semi-psychotic destructive oddball, IMHO. {In my honest opinion.}
Roleplay Example: Kaiorune woke up to bright, sunny morning in the middle of a forest clearing.
"Nyah, I hate the sun...Ughh" She got and stretched, then looked around for her Umbreon, who..."extremely dislikes" her Pokeball.

"Oh, come out already, Rhy!" Kai yelled. After a few seconds of Kai saw a small yellow flash darting between the trees.

"I know that's you, Rhyrie! Come on out!" Then Kai turned around to find Rhyrie sitting right behind her, looking a bit confused. Being a dark-type, Rhy can sneak up behind someone without them ever noticing. Kai turned back around, and to her suprise, the yellow flash was still there.

"Erhm, what exactly IS that?" Rhyrie just looked at her as if to say "You got me." Suddenly, the flash darted into the clearing, taking the form of a Beedrill.

"Nyah! This little bug looks weak! Get it! Confuse Ray!" A dark, multicolored ray shot out at the Beedrill. The ray hit it head-on (apply directly to the forehead. ...Just had to say that. I won't do that in real Rps.). The Beedrill started flying around in a slightly drunken manner, Pin Missiling trees and shrubs.

"Haha, Rhyrie! Shadow Ball, now!" This time, a dark lump formed in front of Rhy, then it hurtled towards the Beedrill, hitting it head-on, again. The bug looked dazed, then plummeted to the ground, landing with a hard thump on the ground. Kai quickly checked her 'dex.

"You know, I guess I never bothered with that little Weedle to level it up (since we're using lvls, apparently, I guess she can say that) to a Beedrill. Okay, here we go!" Kai fumbled through her shoulder pack until she found what she was looking for: a blue Great Ball. She threw the ball, hitting the little Beedrill. The ball didn't even shake, and the little light at the center went out, signaling a sucessful capture. The ball then flashed and was sent to the PC.

"That's just one more for the 'dex." Rhyrie looked at Kai and seemed to sigh, as if to say "Just another one for 'dex, huh?"

"Oh, you'll get over it, Rhy."


Hope that's acceptable.

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

//Wow! That's a LOT of people! *Stares* Okay, now for your stats! ^.^

Charizard Maa: PENDING -.-
Mainly because I have somewhat of an issue with the lacking of capitalization and over-usage of words...such as "said." Fix these up with a new RP example and I'll accept you. PM me when you have done so.

Xhaiden: ACCEPTED! ^.^
I can't see why not. You Example surpass my skills, that's for sure.

~Graphix~: ACCEPTED! ^.^
That's a good sign-up, however, if you aren't sure on the spelling of a word (though it was just that one...*wink*), either google the word or type up your post on Microsoft Word and use spell-check. However, your RPing skills are great!

Jellybeans: ACCEPTED! ^.^
Another wonderful poster! Glad to have you aboard!

Deathspector: RESERVED o.0
Only because you requested such. But so far, so good. PM me when you completed your sign-up.

Midnight Dragon 249: PENDING -.-
I do love this character, but since your missing the Pokemon section and used it as a question, it is pending...but you will definately be accepted.
But what do you mean by "Shinou" Pokemon? I'm sorry to say, but I have no idea what that is...X.X. If you mean Shiny, then I specified it as a no-no, but if it is something else, PM me with what it means and I'll tell you if that's acceptable or not.

---

Alrighty then, this makes it 2 Pending, 1 Reserved, and 3 Accepted. If the three who are not accepted (I'm including the reserved) then that makes 6 characters...which is a decent amount. I'll allow TWO MORE PEOPLE to sign up, making it a grand total of eight, nine including me, which is a fine amount. We will start the RP soon.

I'm looking forward to this Roleplay! ^.^//

 

[Midnight_Dragon249]

No, Shinou, not shiny~https://serebii.net/diamondpearl/newpokes.shtml. You know, 4th gen?

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

//Oh! Sorry, I didn't know...*blush* I'm not up-to-date with the fourth-generation of Pokemon. Sure, I can't see why not.

Charizard Maa: ACCEPTED! ^.^
MUCH better RP example. Hopefully this is how you roleplay normally.

Deathspector: ACCEPTED! ^.^
Very descriptive words. I would have to be an idiot not to accept you.

Midnight Dragon 269: ACCEPTED! ^.^
Now that I accepted your request, you can go off and edit that one little part. But everything else is great.

Alright, so now we have an opening for TWO MORE POSITIONS however, (directed to Xhaiden) I'm reserving a position for your friend, but he won't count as these two positions, seeing that he is your Pokemon, so you go hand in hand.//

 

[Deathspector]

COOLNESS....XD

Anyway, I'm really happy to get accepted; this is going to be one awesome RP

DS

 

[Loki]

OOC: I can't miss out on this. But I feel so self-concious. o o; *hides from all the 00ber RPer's* Yaaay, I'm a follower! *shot*

Name: Phoebe Lizerk
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Occupation: Trainer
Physical Traits: Phoebe has long platinum blonde hair, which is unnaturally straight at her neck and head, but curls gently around mid back until her hair ends just under her hips. She has a pale complexion, which makes her look a bit ghostly, but she is mostly a perfectly healthy girl, save for a little less endurance and stamina then most for her thin and fragile frame. Phoebe's silvery blue eyes are two orbs of cold dry ice, and her lips, glossed a powdery white, it wouldn't be a wonder if someone asked her if she was suffering from pnuemonia. Her eyelids constantly seem to wilt, and she gives off a smile that seems like she's been exhausted of all and any kind of energy. Her attire switches between two different outfits, the unused one kept in her Delibird's pack. The one she wears when she's not traveling is a pale pink sleeveless turtleneck top, which is accompanied by an ankle length denim skirt, and an extensive set of silver bangles on either arm. She wears a pair of brown leather ankle boots with this outfit. But while she's doing something that include's running, or free movement, she switches to a white spaghetti strapped, halter top, with a black denim skirt that reaches her knees- underneath the skirt she wears a pair of black biker shorts, which aren't visible from underneath the skirt folds. A pair of white round-toed tennis shoes, a black choker, and the same set of silver bangles complete's Phoebe's second look.

Mental Traits: Despite her less then warm appearance, Phoebe is a kind, understanding person, who is unnaturally patient and motherly. She takes responsibility for everything, and she'll take the blame for everything as well. Brought up just so, she is extremely mannerly, and knows all the arts a good lady should know, including being submissive when submission is called for, which is more often then not. Phoebe, overall, is a calm and quiet person who rarely speaks her mind, because that's considered rude in her family. Speaking in an extremely formal way, she rarely loses her cool, but when she does, it's because something hasn't gone right. Phoebe has yet to entirely lose her temper, instead, she simply breaks down in tears or starts to shake uncontrollably, and this is her way of saying that she's extremely displeased. Spoiled from birth, she dislikes "roughing it" but for the sake of other's and respecting their wishes, or the such, she will camp out if she must, though she'll spend the entire time sulking. Though she is a motherly figure, as comes with this trait, she is extremely strict about certain aspect's in life, such as manners, and certain 'bad words'. She'll often lightly scold someone for treading on these aspects, and will often be less of a pleasant person then she usually is. This, in a sense, is her temper tantrums.

Brief History: Phoebe Lizerk. When she was young, she didn't have to know her first name, as she was always addressed as 'Miss Lizerk', by the servants in her home, by the guests that visited, by every single person she met. She had a variety of names, such as, 'Bumblebee' by her parents, 'Little Miss Lizerk', by familiar guests. But never Phoebe. She never met a child her age, and she only met people at least five years older then her, which brings her to her mannerly and mature attitude. Raised to be a perfect bride, with all the perfect traits, she didn't find anything wrong with this until her older brother brought home a Teddiursa to be her pet. She loved the cute little pokemon, and spent all her time with it, and was rarely seen without the bear by her side. She was then taught in all different aspects of pokemon, coordinating, grooming, training, breeding, even though the only two things she ever even did were grooming and training. Phoebe grew a little more free, and a little more human-like, and set off on her own journey the minute she turned ten. And that had to mean, on the dot for the usual perfection- the minute she was born, April 16th, at 1:07 PM.

Pokemon:
Ursaring (M- Ringu)
Porygon (N/A- Auto-Lyzer ((Lyzer)) -Bought at the Casino in Kanto)
Roselia (F- Fiore)
Seadra (M- Vand)
Charmeleon (M- Kaiza)
Other: N/A
Roleplay Example: Well, my work looks best in- xD Naw, I'm just kidding.

I kept a straight face, with Yukiko gliding after me, looking extremely interested in the unusual hustle and bustle that was not a daily part of life in the dead still and quiet estate of the Naginashi family. I was terribly glad that nobody could see her- seeing as the was sticking her hands through the heads of people in interest, as she was unable to phase herself through anybody spiritually aware. I sighed and was presented my timetable, and the location of my dorm. Yukiko found this interesting as well, but seemed to regain the composure of a normal, sane, yuki-onna, as she simply leaned over my shoulder with as blank a face as myself.

"Phoebe-chan's dorm is here." Yukiko pointed at the number of my dorm, as she recited the words printed on the page in her high, smooth, and echoey voice, "It looks unimpressive." She looked up, towards where the paper had directed the dorms to be. She smiled, "There's even a bed for Yukiko-chan! Naginashi-danna is too thoughtful."

"No," I said in an equally high voice, just without the echo, and with a more tinkly wave that made it sound a bit deeper then it really was. Heaving a sigh after the reply, as I turned the page, I continued, "It's for another scholar, that's the way most dorm's work I believe. The rooms are shared. I'll be sure to get you a nice tomb though- it'll be cramped if you stay in your memorial tablet for the rest of the dreadful year's we'll be here."

Yukiko blinked, "Yukiko-chan did not think Naginashi-danna was that thoughtful anyway." She turned her ghostly pale face towards a boy who'd bumped my arm- causing no real damage. She glared with a great intensity, but the boy didn't even notice. "Yukiko-chan does not like these people. They ignore her, and Yukiko-chan seemingly cannot hurt them."

"No," I said, heaving another sigh, "They're not spiritually aware, ergo they cannot see or feel your prescence. You might find a friend though, you can suffer the arrogance and indifference of normal human's together. I'm sure there are lot's of dead people around here, we just might have to coax them out- what with this racket I wouldn't be surprised if they're all jammed into empty tin can's." Yukiko gasped and I waved my gloved hand, "That was a hyperbole, I was just exaggerating." Yukiko blinked, and fell silent again. Stopping in front of my dorm Yukiko slid the key out of one of my belt pocket's and unlocked the door to my new dorm. She flit inside and threw herself onto a bed that I supposed was officially mine.

"Aiyi!" She shrieked, as she slid through both the bed, and the floor beneath me, "Not even the bed's are spiritually aware?" Yukiko asked as she poked her head through the pillow.

I smiled and said, "Not even the bed's." I immediately wiped off my smile though, dumping my stuff on the bed and telling Yukiko, "We're off to the ceremony." Yukiko nodded and snapped her fingers- both hands still entrapped in a swath of pure white kimono sleeves. We ended up in a black alleyway, smack in the center of the Shopping District. Of course, Yukiko had the fortune of ending our little journey in a garbage alleyway- which was naturally abandoned at this time of day. I slid out of the alleyway and sat myself down on a nearby bench.

Yukiko sat down beside me, and I put a book on the spot where she sat so nobody would try to sit on her.

 

[Yami_Zidane]

Name: Zabimaru

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Occupation: Trainer/Breeder

Physical Traits: Zabimaru is definitely not someone you would describe as intimidating as he is rather short for his age. He has relatively short black hair which he sweeps to the left that just manages to cover one of his shining crimson eyes, there is also a part on the right side of his head that refuses to flatten. He has a small button nose with a slight almost unnoticeable scar across it and a pair of thin rose coloured lips. He prefers plain clothes so he doesn't draw attention to himself. They consist of: a navy blue shirt that hangs of his shoulders which has the sleeves rolled up just past his elbow, a pair of black jeans and blood red wrist guards on each arm, he also wears a pair of red and black shoes that come up to his ankle which allow comfortable walking over long distances.

Mental Traits: Zabimaru likes to be sociable with others but can be somewhat reserved until he knows people better. He is kindhearted and patient with most people, though he will furiously debate anything that he believes in. He can be very sarcastic at times and unless you get his sense of humor, it will seem that he is being rude or cold. He does not like remarks made about his size and will lose his temper the second one is said.

He cares deeply for each of his pokémon and they love him back and because of that they all act obediently. Though they do share laughs and hard times they are all the greatest of friends.

Brief History: Zabimaru had a normal upbringing with a stable family consisting of a mother, father and older brother. When he was five years old his brother left on his own pokémon journey, since then he has not seen him. Zabimaru decided to become a trainer and persue his brother in hopes to bring him home and train with him.

Pokemon:

Weezing is a laid back pokémon. He will float around without a care in the world and can be very oblivious to most things going on in the background. When in battle hes surprisingly obedient as he hates to lose though and will float away depressed if he does.

Phanpy is the baby of the group and she always seeks attention from the older pokémon and Zabimaru. It will usually let out a shrieking roar if she does not get his way. She doesn't care to battle that much but if she see's it as a chance to get more attention from Zabimaru she will try her hardest.

Hippopotasu is surprisingly hyper and will run circles around Zabimaru when trying to control it. He has a habit of trying to pick on the other pokémon so they will play fight with him, but he usually gets defeated for annoying them. When in battle his hyperactivity continues, which helps him to dodge his opponents attacks.

Scorpi is stubborn and not very sociable with the other pokémon and dislikes Hippopotasu resulting in many fights between the two. One released Scorpi will climb the nearest tree and rest until he is needed. He is a relentless battler and will never back down no matter how big the opponent.

Magneton can be seen as the peacekeeper of the group. It will send sparks flying if the rest of the pokémon are getting out of hand. It is a keen battler but rarely wins unless partnered with another of its team.

Blaziken is the leader of the group and is rarely seen away from Zabimaru's side. He is never challenged by the other pokémon because what he says, goes. He is the strongest of the team and will only be chosen to battle if Zabimaru is in danger of losing.

Other: N/A

Roleplay Example: The sun shone brightly on this a new day. Slowly the eyes of a young man began to open only to see the face of a hippo like pokémon staring down at him. "Ahhh!" Zabimaru howled "get away from me!" Hippopotasu sniggered playfully and ran away merrilly.

He rose to his feet, slightly flicked his head to move the hair covering his view and began to take in his surroundings which were all new to him as the dark viel of night covered them just a few a hours ago. He saw a blue scorpian like thing, which he new as his pokémon scorpi asleep peacfully in a nearby tree, Untill Hippoporasu began ramming into it with great force causing it to fall out. 'Oh great' he thought to himself as he saw an enraged scorpi get to its feet.

Without hesitation he pulled out two spherical devises and pointed them at the two pokémon. Two red beams shot out and draged the feuding pokémon inside. "Why can't you ever get on?" he mumbled to himself. Holding three more pokéballs a Magneton, Phanpy and Weezing were called back to their respective balls and placed into his backpack.

Only a tall human like pokémon remained out which was currently sleeping with its back against a nearby tree. "Blaziken, were leaving" Zabimaru called to the slumbering pokémon. Upon hearing these words it rose to its feet and jumped over to his trainers side. Both began briskly walking towards a slight opening in the forest and onto a new day of adventure.

 

[Stantler]

Name: Cody
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Occupation: Cool Trainer
Physical Traits: Cody is a tall, toned boy who has blue eyes and silver spiked hair and is fairly good-looking. He is seen wearing a blue street jacket with 2 white stripes going horizontal near the top of the sleeves. Under this is wears a white thin shirt. With this, he wears dark blue jeans that are a bit torn up with a chain held on his brown belt to help keep his wallet in his pocket. On his feet he wears short white sneakers with blue stripes going up on the sides of the shoes. He also tends to sometimes where cool black sunglasses.
Mental Traits: Cody is usually cool, calm and collected. Not even emminent danger of the worst kind can shake his reserve. He is not easily shaken or disturbed by the actions of others. This composed character rarely loses his self control or his temper. However, since he is laid back it is unsure where his loyality may truly lie as he tends to go with the flow of things making him much of an enigma.
Brief History: Cody is from Kotobuki City, a city in Shin'ou. During his time there he was able to defeat all eight Gym Leaders however he never bothered facing the Elite Four. However he has been recognized as a trainer of potential greatness and was invited to the Pokemon Trainer convention on the SS Anne by the Pokemon League Committee of Shin'ou as a way to get their league's name out there as a new region added to the Joint System of The Pokemon Leagues of Kanto, Johto, and Hoenn. Ironically, Cody never made mention that he is from Shin'ou, instead he just went with the flow of things and enjoyed the festivities on the ship. But a dead give away that he is from Shin'ou origin is his slight rough accent and his water-type Pokemon which is a Enperuto, the final evolved from of a Pochama which is a given Pokemon by the Profressor of Shin'ou.
Pokemon:

Enperuto / Kaiser - Male - Kaiser the Enperuto is a mean and crude Pokemon. Ruthless in it's attacks and able to cause devasting damage. It gets angered by anything and is the complete polar opposite of it's Trainer. However the two seem to get along extremely well. This is the Pokemon that gained Cody's gym badges, no doubt there.

Pachirisu / Sparky - Male - Sparky the Pachirisu is a delightful Pokemon that loves to play and get into all sorts of trouble. Sparky looks up to Kaiser as a role model since he is so much more stronger than him. He only wishes that he will be as strong as him and gain more victories for his Trainer. However he still has far more training to go through.

Glacia / Maiden - Female - Maiden the Glacia is the most rare of its kind, not only is it female but it is a shiny Glacia making it stand out the most in Cody's team. However, Cody does not know his Glacia is this rare, he just figures that it's just like any other Glacia and treats it just the same as his other Pokemon, like a friend and nothing above the rest. Maiden is a very mysterious Pokemon that isn't really very social and shows little to no emotion even in battle. The Pokemon though tends to love its trainer much and is noted that it will do anything for it's Trainer and his praise.
Other: Cody has a rough accent when he talks which makes it obvious he is from a foreign land like Shin'ou. However, it's because of his accent that makes him intimating to some, however it's just the way he talks.
Roleplay Example:

The example is from my RPG, Pokemon II:

It's a hot summer day and school is out, in the tropical island of Cinnabar what's a better summer activity than surfing? That's right, surfing season is now in session. Of course, difference in seasons has never stopped this young trainer from hitting the waves with his board before.

Brad is surfing on a wave that is at least 10 feet. Pretty big, and he is surfing it with a big smile on his face as other surfers are losing balance and falling in the ocean. Accompaning the young surfer is a tough Wartortle who is standing at the front of the surfboard enjoying the sport as well.

After surfing the high wave, Brad makes it safely to the shoreline where he is greeted by plenty of girls who seem to be big fans of his.

"Ooo!!! You were wonderful!" One shouts.

"You're so dreamy, can I surf with you?" Another asks.

The swarm of girls crowd Brad without hesitation, trying to be at his side.

"Ladies please, one at a time." Brad laughs.

Just then an announcement can be heard over a loudspeaker coming from a fat man with a mustache who at his side is a young skinny surfer who seems to be lost in his own little world and a middle aged man who seems to be some sort of judge.

"Wow! Wasn't that a high tide?" shouts The fatman.

The crowd on the beach goes crazy. Other surfers who fell in the water can be seen climbing out of the ocean in shame, some even covered in seaweed.

"Well, who will reign surpreme in the Surf's Up Contest? Let's leave it to our judges and of course our viewing audience!" The fatman explains.

The crowd goes estatic.

"Well" starts the middle-aged man,

"All of them seem pretty good but I have to give it to contestant Brad for giving a splendid surf over the last wave. It was flawless" He explains.

He turns to the other judge who is the oblivious skinny man. He looks around and points to himself and then smiles,

"Oh, yeah,... right..." He says as if he completely forgot about the surfing contest.

"Umm, I'll have to agree on... everything Greg said... totally man... totally..." He says moving his hands around acting cool.

"Well there you have it Wave fans! Surfer Brad wins the tournament!" The fatman yells in excitment.

The crowd goes crazy. Brad makes it up to the man where he shakeshands and receives a trophy.

"Any words you would like to say?" The fat man asks.

Brad nodded and was handed the microphone.

"Yeah! I would like to thank all of my fans out there who cheered me on and of course my family and friends! Thank you all!" Brad shouts happily.

The crowd goes crazy and a storm of girls come chasing after him. After much talking and autographs, pictures and such, Brad finally is able to leave and make it home.

He throws his trophy on his bed and leans his board on the wall. There can be seen a shelf full of Trophies for surfing, this seems to not be the first time he won such a contest.

He climbs out of a window and ontop of his roof and sits as he now watches the late afternoon sun setting.

Brad seems not so thrilled winning. He looks around and sees plenty of tourists flooding the streets and beaches, not a single Trainer though.

"Man, if only I became more top game especially for Pokemon..." He thinks out loud.

He remembers when he was younger, how Cinnabar used to be an Island of Pokemon Trainers and how Blaine used to be the toughest Gym Leader out there. Now its all gone. If only something big happened in this dull island, maybe then will Trainers flock towards this little island bring it back to life.

Brad thinks this all in his mind with his Wartortle at his side looking over the twilight sky as well..

 

[Wolf_Goddess]

//Alrighty then. I had a limit on to how many people could join, but we'll see. *Looks around suspiciously*

Bijou: ACCEPTED! ^.^
I've roleplayed with you before, seen what you can do, and I'm impressed! You're a much better roleplayer then I, and you are also an 00ber roleplayer yourself. Don't be intimidated! You have no reason.

i Zidane: ACCEPTED! ^.^
Everything you did is very good. Considering your using the new generation of Pokemon, however, you must be able to RP them considering the game hasn't been released in English yet, so there's very little information about them on my standards. Just RP them in a believable manner in my part.

Darthmoose: DECLINED X.X
As much as I hate doing this, I must decline you. Mainly because you signed up last and I did specify how many more people are allowed. So you are not accepted.

NO MORE POSITIONS ARE OPEN. WE SHALL BEGIN OUR RP, as soon as I can come up with an opening post. I'll PM all of you when I do so, but here's my character's bio.//

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Name: Meg

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Occupation: Model

Physical Traits: Pretty, very pretty. And she knows it, but you'll see that in the next part of her biography. Her hair is a deep raven-black that lays perfectly straight upon her head, shining like black silk. It's well-kept by the finest of shampoos and conditioners, and it graces barely past her ears. Her skin is a light peach colour, delicate and appealing to her oriental look, and wears light make-up to define her best features, such as her deep brown eyes that nearly appear to be black in colour. She stands at 5'7", and always holds her posture as though she is balancing a book upon her head, even while sitting. Her outfits usually are ranged from what her designers wish for her to wear, but for the occaision of being on the S.S. Anne she wore simple, curve-fitting jeans and a low cropped shirt that could barely be deemed apropriate...but for a model it was modest. She carries her pokeball in her designer purse, along with her make-up and other such necessary items.

Mental Traits: As stated, she knows that she is pretty, and doesn't mind flaunting it. Sure, she could be a nice girl, but that's only if you could look past her vain attitude towards herself. She's selfish and stuck-up, but underneath it all she does have a heart...though you'll have to dig deep in order to find it. She puts herself before others, and occaisionally acts as though she is high royalty, being a famous model far and wide. She doesn't quite care for adventure, though she did do some training with her Mawile in a pre-model life, which was around 5 years ago or so, and has the idea that everything she says, goes. Born an Aries, she is also rather headstrong and hotheaded, and if things don't go her way, then the world is damned. She's used to having boys drool over her, and uses put-downs to other girls way to often. She's the queen, they, the lowly peasants. She can get overdramatic at some points, which can be an annoyance in the situation that these trainers are put in, but if you ignore her, perhaps she'll return to the pre-model life she once lived...but it's doubtful.

Brief History: At first she started as a trainer, given a single Pokemon, Mawile. She never quite caught on to the whole 'catching pokemon' thing, and though her Pokemon was a skilled fighter, she wasn't a skilled trainer, so she did poorly in battles. When she was thirteen, she was discovered by a photographer who noticed her inability to fight, as well as her stunning beauty and grace. Thus she landed the career of a lifetime, and both she and her Mawile would shudder if they had to give up their extravagant lifestyle to return to her unsuccessful trainer times.

Pokemon:
Mawile; Female- A good fighter, but prefers not to do so. Having been so used to her life as being the Pokemon of a model, she has taken similiar attitudes that her trainer has taken. She's equally as spoiled and as stuck-up as her trainer, but not so much, and comes to her senses sometimes. But not usually. She isn't as dramatic as her trainer, and tends to stray more on a sultry, serious side (at least an attempt at such) and rolls her eyes when her trainer go on her Drama Queen parade. Her one weakness is expensive candy, and would do anything for a bonbon or two.

Other: NONE

Roleplay Example: (Shall come soon enough. This will be where our opening post is to be.)

 

[Insomnium]

I was just wondering, do you mind if I add another pokemon to my sign -up?