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Nicknames: She prefers to be called Amy, but she only allows her closest friends to do so.
Age: Twenty.
Gender: Female.
Homeland: Lliore.
Titles: Amoret The Wise, Amoret The fair or Amoret of the Seas will suffice when talking to or about her.
Appearance: Amoret stands at around five feet. At least, she does on a very dark night when you're looking at her from a great distance. Her hair is smooth and straight, flowing down to reach her shoulders. She doesn't like having black hair, she says it reminds her too much of her father, but there's nothing she can do about it. Her eyes have been described as emerald green, both dark and shiny at the same time. It is said that when you look into the eyes of Lady Amoret, you feel cold and hot at the same time, as well as excitement and fear, followed by anxiousness and recklessness. In truth, no one really knows how they feel when they look her in the eye and that makes her unique. She frets about her forehead a lot of the time, thinking that it's unnaturally big and ignoring everyone who begs to differ. Her cheeks are no longer bruised and swollen as they were the year before last, but it is obvious that she has not fully recovered from her childhood once you look into those sunken, haunted eyes. Her body is slender and thin, as a result of being starved by her father. She finds it hard to eat more than a plateful of food on most days and her associates have reasoned it down to the fact that her body couldn't cope with enough nourishment. To her, that sounds incredibly stupid, but who is she to argue with the doctors who have saved many lives before? If you look closely, you will find that Amoret always hides her left hand inside her sleeve and this is because she doesn't want people to know that her index finger is cut off.
Regarding clothes, you can normally find her wearing a dark green tunic or cloak as she claims that they're the most comfortable clothes around. She always wears green because she reckons it's her signature colour due to her eyes being described as emeralds. It is said that she wears nothing under her tunic or cloak and she has never debunked this rumour nor admitted it was true, and knowing her life, she never will. She wears sandals when walking around, saying that they are better for her feet than walking barefoot. Where she got this idea, it is probable that no one will know. As is the custom with the townsfolk in case of a nearby invasion, she has already been fitted with armour should she be chosen to defend the land she currently resides upon. Her shield is circular and she disapproves of using it in battle, stating that any Pokemon would easily be able to destroy it with an attack. She has also been given a helmet to protect her pretty face, but she complains that it weighs too much. A common guess upon the townsfolk is that if Fandavale is invaded by enemies, Amoret will go into battle with just her Pokemon and no armour.
Personality: If you haven't guessed as much already, Amoret likes to keep to herself. Her business is hers and no one else's. However, when people do ask her what she's been up to, she'll just smile sweetly and either ignore the person or change the topic. It's only natural that she's secretive, of course. If word about what her father did to her during her childhood were to spread, she would lose nearly all of the respect she has acquired over the last few years. Amoret is extremely manipulative and can lie easily. She has a habit of making up and exaggerating stories to make herself look like some sort of greater being in front of her peers and succeeds in making them believe her crazy tales. If you were on of the people who talked to her on a daily basis, you would know that Amoret claims to have talked to Solomon and Arceus regarding the topic of falling kingdoms. Is any of it true? No, but people have a hard time figuring that out.
Amoret tends to stay very calm in all situations, knowing that calmness brought respect and that's all she really wanted. For she knew that with respect came popularity and with popularity came rewards. What sort of rewards? Being invited to the finest feasts, being given presents by her friends for no real reason or being stopped on the street by a friend to have a chat. She considers herself as a wise member of society and will happily counsel anyone who needs advice or help. She believes very much in the voice of the people and one day feels that she will speak for it. Perhaps against her kingdom or enemies, she does not know.
Louise has an interesting sense of humour; normally bursting into laugher at the thought of warriors getting slaughtered on a battlefield. She often feels that no one really understands her sense of humour and sometimes feels depressed because of this. Not only does lack of understand cause her to feel sad and left out, but so does the memories that will never stop haunting her. Although she seems to have everything she wants right now, she can't but help the fact that she knows she will never be able to rid the various scenarios stuck in her brain. Amoret often has nightmares about her childhood and because of that, she often seen with bags under her eyes.
History: The first and possibly the most important fact to remember about the history of Amoret the Wise is that no matter how far you delve into the past, you will never find nor figure out the full story of her life. What is known and generally agreed on by the people who know her best is that her mother (Lady Baudelaire of the Seven Chairs) died giving birth to her. Her father, a wealthy man who made his fortune through buying and selling Pokemon, was never really in his right mind and it is said that he completely lost all mental stability he possessed once he heard that his beautiful spouse had died. Of course, back in those days, it was not sanity that defined authority, it was money. The same could be said for nowadays, but to a lesser extent. No one is really sure what happened to Amoret and her father for the next couple of years, but it's probable that Edwardo took her into his home and raised her without his wife. Unfortunately, due to the fact that he felt the newborn baby was to blame for his wife's death, Amoret was never treated as an equal within the household and was constantly abused. Whether this was her father's way of serving justice or just the actions of a madman is still debated to this day. It has been reported that he denied his daughter an education and kept her at home, telling the higher members of society that she had a rare disease and was unable to attend school for hear of infecting the other children. Did the authorities argue? Of course not. This man was near-rich and was obviously a respectable figure within Fandavale. It's been stated previously that Amoret's father abused her, but it slowly got worse as she grew up. Not only was he beating her up, he was performing acts sexual harassment and sometimes chained her to her bedroom and starved her for days at a time.
Of course, he couldn't just leave her there by herself in case she managed to escape and therefore ordered his Haunter to make sure she didn't try leaving the household. The Haunter didn't agree with his master's methods and normally acted out his master's bidding with distaste. After a while, the Haunter and the girl started talking and over the next couple of months they developed a bond. Legend has it that Amoret asked the Haunter why he didn't have a nickname and was told that he wasn't given one. Amoret frowned and decided that the Haunter should have a nickname, as that demonstrates love between a trainer and a Pokemon. Sanctaphrax the Haunter and Amoret the twelve year old talked with each other all of the time and it was apparent to Sanctaphrax that if the girl wanted the life she deserved, she would have to escape from the house of treachery.
As with most people, you can't quite describe their past without going into detail about an event that the person in question had no direct relation with, but the event would turn out to be an important one. The tale of Amoret is no exception and it is said that one day while at the market with his Haunter, Edwardo was acquitting a Farfetch'd in a manner that would not be considered legal nor orthodox. Haunter never really approved of his trainer's ways of getting Pokemon. There were many methods Amoret's father used to make sure he remained wealthy, but the way Edwardo was trying to get another Pokemon was certainly the worst. At least, in Haunter's opinion it was. Basically, Edwardo would challenge a trainer to a battle and the trainer would accept the challenge. After that, the mentally unstable man would ask if the trainer wanted to raise the stakes. Naturally, the opposition agreed, thinking that there would be money involved. Unfortunately, Edwardo normally had other ideas and this one involved the two trainers waging their Pokemon as if they were poker chips. It would be considered foolish and unmanly to back down from such a bet after agreeing to raising the stakes, so pride ended up causing the young trainer to lose his or her Pokemon. Haunter watched the Farfetch'd square off against Edwardo's Pikachu and lose after a few minutes. If the Pokemon species known as Haunter could sigh, Haunter would have all the time. Instead, his attention was diverted to a piece of parchment that stated a boat was sailing to Lliore for a price of ten gold coins. Haunter grabbed that piece of parchment while no one was looking as fast as a flea would jump, knowing that this was a way of freeing Amoret from the clutches of her evil father.
Upon guarding her again a few weeks later, Sanctaphrax produced the piece of parchment to Amoret, using sign language to explain his frivolous plan. It took a bit of talking into, but Amoret accepted his offer, knowing that the proposition thrown out in front of her could be her only chance of ever getting away from her father's grasp. It soon became clear to Amoret during the course of the night that Sanctaphrax wanted to go with her as wall. For a while she argued with him, saying that his place was with Edwardo, but he was persistent and she was too tired and happy to continue arguing. Haunter used his magnificent ability of being able to float through walls to find enough money needed to board the ship.
A few hours later, the duo had reached Fandavale harbour. It was within the dark hours of the morning and Amoret was falling asleep, but Haunter forced her to find and board the boat before drifting off. A couple of minutes later they found the ship and both of them were admitted. Amoret would never forget the name of the ship; Cair. She had no clue about what it meant but it sounded beautiful, assuming she was pronouncing it properly. They fell asleep instantly, wondering about their new lives.
The end of the story is much clearer than the start; it is known that Amoret got off the boat and introduced herself as Amoret of the Seas to anyone she could talk to. When asked where her family were, she claimed that they were dead and that she was an uneducated orphan. It was a major gamble that paid off, however, as Courtney who hailed from another region decide to adopt her and teach her herself. At least, Amoret was adopted after a few weeks of living on her own with her Haunter and chatting with the townsfolk of Lliore. She was educated and gradually rose up as a popular figure among the city people, which brings us to present day.
Other: N/A.
RP Sample: Er, you could always check out A Journey, but I was reading through old threads the other day and found this gem from The Grand Tournament.
As Chimchar landed on the ground, Noah saw his blonde partner glancing in his direction. He didn't care what she thought about his choice, anything was better than watching his Pichu get beaten up by a Geodude. He grinned a tiny but when he saw Kat's Shinx licking his paw, obviously bored to death by Noah taking too long to choose his Pokèmon.
"Shinx!" The single word cut through the silence like a knife, snapping Shinx back into action. He stood, his back arched slightly. His hair had begun to stand on end, and he was emitting a soft growl, white teeth bared. Noah found the fact that Shinx was nearly intimidating amusing. The blue-haired boy noticed that Kat's eyes were just a tiny bit red and prayed that her attachment to Kozue wasn't going to effect the ball.
"Shinx, use a Thundershock attack!" Shinx's bristled fur began to spark, electricity coursing throughout his body. With a light roar, he sent a bolt towards the Kabutops. The shellfish Pokémon was prepared, however. Bringing a single sickled claw up to its face, Kabutops swatted the Thundershock away as if it had been a fly. That move has startled Noah, he had been thinking of the games he played when he was younger, but this wasn't about stats, this was about imagination and strategy. Anything could happen in a Pokèmon world that wasn't virtual. The ancient Pokémon charged Shinx, slashing it with one claw. The lion cub squeaked softly as he flew to the side, his small body skidding along the rock surface. He wasn't out for the count, though. Not just yet. Slowly, he pushed himself back up. He was definitely injured. Kabutops had no intention of letting up on the vicious assault. Once more, it rushed towards Kat's Pokémon. Shinx's attempt to dodge was in vain. As he leapt to the side, Kabutops switched attacking hands and connected with Shinx's body. Getting up took a bit more effort, his body now more damaged. The slash came again the second Shinx stood. This time, Shinx hit the wall, a small whimper escaping his lips. He didn't even try to get up. His small body shook, small tremors rippling across his skin.
"Shinx!" Kat screamed. Noah was too immersed in the action to realise that his Chimchar and Brock's Geodude were standing opposite each other, waiting for orders. The teenager wanted to see how well Kat managed to control her emotions under peer pressure. He willed her on silently. Her eyes were getting more red and he feared a mental breakdown, but in his short time with Kat, Noah had more or less realised that his partner was stronger than that. Sinx cried his name out, hoping to grab Kat's attention and bring her back down to earth. The blonde smiled at her Pokèmon and wiped her tears away. The lion cub responded by standing, weakly staring down Kabutops.
"Shinx, use everything you've got! Put all your energy into one supercharged Thundershock!" Once more, electricity coursed throughout his body. This time, though, the lights began to flicker. Shinx released his energy, a maneuver after which he collapsed to the floor. The lightning hit Kabutops straight in its chest, jolting every portion of its torso. It too, collapsed, light smoke trailing off of it. Instantly, Kat leapt off the podium, scooping Shinx up into her arms.
"Thank you...so much..." She smiled at her Pokémon, crying once more. "I'm so sorry...I'll never do anything like that again...I don't want to lose you..." As she buried her face in his fur, Shinx weakly licked her chin. "Y...you're right...I...I have to be strong..." At that, she wiped her tears away, petting the lion cub.
"Noah!" She shouted, looking up at him. "It's all up to you now!"
It's amazing how you can lose track of something so big because something even bigger was happening in front of your eyes, but that didn't help Noah feel any better when he realised that his Pokèmon was meant to be battling alongside Shinx, not in some turn-based fight. Noah knew Kat wrongly thought that Chimchar was part fighting, but he wasn't going to purposely make her lose faith in him. He'd keep up the act as long as he could, so long as Kat had support for him. It's the little things that help, after all. Noah began to feel heartless, there was Kat, nearly crying during her battle because of the loss of Kozue, and here was Noah, cracking jokes to himself.
"Chimchar!" The red monkey snapped his head in Noah's direction. What do I do now? Play it crazy like I did against Fenra? May as well, it worked for me that time. "Use Focus Punch!"
As Noah had issued his orders, Brock had done the same thing, unheard by the spectators and the opponent. The rock with eyes and two arms lunged at Noah's chimp. Ah, a tackle attack. Noah knew full well that Chimchar didn't know the move Focus Punch, so he decided to try instant improvisation as a technique. "Alright, Chimchar, dodge that attack!" By the time the syllables had left Noah's mouth in the correct order to form a sentence, Geodude had rammed himself into Chimchar and Noah's pocket monster was hurled against the ground where he skidded until he came to a halt a couple of metres away from Noah himself. Damn it. Noah cursed silently to himself. "Alright, Espa, we're still in this!" He shouted at his Pokèmon.
Think, think. What did all those Anime Style Battling competitions on various forums tell you? That impossible was nothing. Cut that out, this isn't some random Adidas ad. But it was true, impossible was nothing, Noah could still win with the type advantage and strength Geodude had over Espa, he just had to play the few things he could to turn the battle his way. So what did he have to figure out first? He asked himself as he saw his Chimchar stand up. Brock had oviously decided this battle would be a walk in the park and was having a casual pep talk with his fighter. Noah looked around the stadium and the realisation he came to was amazing.
Brock's gym was like a warehouse, and on the inside of every warehouse you have hangers running up the sides of the building and joining just under the roof. It was true that Chimchar wasn't a fighting Pokèmon, but a fighting move would still be a critical hit against the Geodude. "Okay, Espa!" The Chimchar was alert and waiting for his master to give him instructions. "Climb up that huge pole on the side of the gym!" There's no way this is going to work. This is crazy. Chimchar might fall and the battle will be over before it even began. It was obvious Brock and his Geodude had discussed a game plan because the Geodude came flying at the Chimchar with rocks in his hands.
This is going to be interesting. Geodude and his rock throwing commenced as Chimchar raced up the metal banister. "Dodge those rocks, Espa!" Noah screamed. The banister was a rectangle in shape, with one side buried deep into the wall, and the other three facing out. Noah's Pokèmon didn't need to be told that if he didn't want to fall to an early death, he's have to jump from side to side as well as climb up it. The third rock that Geodude sent flying at the red monkey collided with his hand and Espa shrieked in pain but didn't let go. "Keep going, Espa!" Noah shouted. How the Hell can a Geodude fly, anyways?
Espa's nails digged into the metal he was climbing and after five minutes or so of dodging rocks, he reached the top. Noah knew that this was a win-lose situation, either Chimchar would fall off the top to his early death or Geodude would end up face down in the ground. "Now hop onto the railing on the ceiling and walk to the very middle!" The determined blue-haired boy knew it was easier said than done but he had complete faith in his Chimchar. The monkey ran across the metal, obviously scared out of his wits as the Geodude continued throwing rocks at him.
"Now, Espa, jump on Brock's Pokèmon!" This is crazy, there's no way this is going to succeed. You've let Kat down, you've let the team down. Noah clenched his fists as he watched his Chimchar dangle from the railing, about seventy feet from the ground, before jumping onto the human rock. Surely the weight of the two Pokèmon combined is going to be too heavy for Geodude's levitation trick. Surely. It became quite apparent that Chimchar was too much of a load for Geodude and they began falling through the air, not as fast as normal, as Geodude was still trying to stay in the air and get Espa off him at the same time, but fast enough for Chimchar to be knocked out if he hit the ground.
As the two Pokèmon neared the rubble on the ground, about twenty feet up, Noah screamed, "Now, Espa, punch Geodude downwards and push off him as you do so." Noah knew nothing about physics, but he prayed his calculations were right this time. The monkey hit the rock between the eyes and jumped off him. Geodude his the ground first, dust filled the air around him and it was impossible to tell what was going on. Noah heard his partner cry his name, but he couldn't see what had happened seeing as the dust was in the way. It took a few seconds for the dust to clear away, but when it did, Noah didn't know what to think. Chimchar was standing upright, looking a bit tipsy, but other than that, fine. Brock's Geodude, on the other hand, was lying face down in rubble.
"And victory goes to the visitors!" An official shouted out from the sidelines.
"You did good, Espa, we'll get you to a Pokèmon Center right away." Noah returned his Pokèmon to his red and white sphere and turned to his blonde partner. "We did it."
Pokemon: Haunter.
Nickname: Sanctaphrax.
Pokemon's Personality: Haunter can be playful but is normally extremely serious, which is unusual for that Pokemon species. Then again, you can't exactly blame him for being in a somewhat sombre mood all the time when you took his past into account. It could not be easy to play the optimist when you watch your fellow friends and kin being treated unfairly for the sake of money. Other than that, there isn't much to say about Sanctaphrax, other than the fact that it tends to see humans as inferior creatures compared to Pokemon, excluding Amoret.
History: Did I not explain it well enough in Amoret's history?
Hm, reading over that, I think the ending of Amoret's history could have been written slightly better. I'll edit it if you want me to.
I may not be able to finish this until Tuesday. School is a KILLER.
It may be 3:00 in the morning, but I finished! Please don't let this go to waste (O.O). This is possibly my best sign up ever...
(Sorry AE, but you guys have like two pages worth of fanfic chapter-like posts xD)
Full Given Name: Daedalus Black
Nicknames: N/A
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Homeland: Born in the lower quarters of Lliore
Title (If any): Cunning Assassin
Appearance: Capping at a height of five feet, ten inches Daedalus' height may as well be the only "average" thing about him. Let's start off with his skin tone, which has gone unhealthily pale due to him being mostly active after sunset. Next on the list are his facial features. For starters, his eyes are a vibrant green, causing them to contrast and stand out against his complexion. His nose is unusually long and pointed, and until he grew into it, he had to endure a few years of being called "Phanphy Face." His relatively large ears didn't help solve the nickname problem. His lips are probably his most interesting and attractive feature, as they are bold and grant him the smile of a noble. Although born with long, auburn hair, Daedalus has cut his hair so that it barely reaches the base of his neck and he dyed it jet black. Daedalus has no facial hair whatsoever. He is not overly muscular and his body his very nimble and flexible.
Now, if you're still thinking you could lose this guy in a large crowd, allow me to explain his everyday attire. He is almost always seen wearing a black, sleeveless shirt, even if it may be one of the colder winter days. As a substitute for having no sleeves, Daedalus wears red and black gauntlets to protect his arms. His equally black pants have numerous tears and are held by a— you guessed it— black belt. Attached to the side of the belt is a small brown bag, which is where he keeps fresh fruit and an assortment of throwing knives. He keeps many charms around his neck, but none of them are too shiny, or they may hinder his chances of completing an assignment. He also wears a grey, tattered, oversized jacket that is usually a dead give away about him being peasant-born. Lastly is a short sword— the blade extending only a little more than one foot— which he keeps sheathed and hidden inside his jacket.
Personality: Daedalus can be both your worst enemy and your best friend. To those meeting him for the first time, he can come off as quite the jerk. His first turn off is that he never seems to be listening when someone is talking. His eyes are always looking in some unknown direction, but the truth is it helps assess the situation better when he's focusing on what he's hearing rather than what he's seeing. If that doesn't piss you off, then his lack of manners probably will. Although most of his assignments come from snooty nobles, Daedalus tends to act as if he is still living in the lower quarters of the kingdom. His rudeness ranges from scratching in public to interrupting someone while they're talking. However, apart from all that, Daedalus can be a valuable asset to any team. He is a quick thinker and can get himself out of almost any situation. He can also be a caring person, which is why he observes his marked target for several days before striking, judging whether the person actually deserves to die.
History: In a kingdom like Lliore, there were only three kinds of people: the nobles, which were born rich and treated like royalty, the middle/working class, which had to work everyday but still were important to the structure of the kingdom, and finally the peasants, which were just there to occupy the lower quarters. Peasants were given the worst job and paid the least amount of money, usually just enough to buy food and pay the unreasonably high taxes. The wicked King Gora couldn't care less about the lower quarter's problems, mainly because he was the cause of most of them. Daedalus was faced with the misfortune of being born to this social class. As the richer children played in fields, Daedalus and his friends played near the sewers, coming home smelling like Grumpigs everyday. Although his life wasn't as privileged as the higher class folk, it was much more adventurous as he could do pretty much do whatever he wanted without many consequences. That is, of course, until Gora decided to unexpectedly raise the taxes and Daedalus had no choice but to get a job— and this is at the age of thirteen.
His first job was at a daycare in the higher quarters, where nobles would drop off small children or Pokemon and go about their business. Thankfully none of them noticed one of the employees was a peasant, or that daycare would have gotten no business as long as Daedalus worked there. One day, a Sneasel was dropped off by shady man that seemed to be in a rush and it wasn't picked up at closing time. The Sneasel had grown fond of Daedalus and the young boy took it upon himself to take care of the Pokemon for the night and bring it back the following day so its owner could retrieve. But days turned into weeks, and then into months, to the point where clients suspected the Sneasel was just there to help out. Due to their close relationship, Daedalus decided to claim the Sneasel (which he named Icarus) as his own and later announced the news to his parents. To them, it was just another mouth to feed. However, with Daedalus getting paid like a middle class man, things seemed to be working out. But as they had learned in the past, King Gora knows exactly how to ruin lives.
Shortly after Daedalus turned twenty, King Gora began his initial planning to invade his rival kingdom, Fandavale. Knowing that this was going to be his hardest battle yet, Gora needed to improve his army quickly, and the only way to do that was with lots of money. And so, without any warning or explanation, taxes soared to record high numbers. Even the pockets of noble's were hurt by the increase, so you can only imagine what it did to the peasantry. Anyone who had the money to move did immediately. Unfortunately for Daedalus, his father had become terribly ill the past couple of months and whatever left over money they had was all used up. The young man knew it was up to him to protect his family but first and foremost, he needed to find a job that paid the amount equal to that of a noble's salary, which meant only one thing: all legal jobs were out of the question. Until he could find said job, he worked part-time as a Blacksmith's apprentice. His time there taught him and Icarus how to fight and he even earned himself a sword (which he still carries to this day). Then one day, a man came in, and called the Blacksmith to a back room. Daedalus had seen this scenario before and was determined to find out what his boss was really up to. He stealthily made his way to the door and pressed his ear against the wooden door. What he heard changed his life forever. To his surprise, his boss also had a part time job— as a hitman.
Daedalus was so mesmerized by the realization of this that he didn't even notice the two men stopped talking and were headed to the door. The door swung open and Daedalus dropped to the floor, followed by Icarus was hanging on to his leg. The mystery man bore a deadly expression on his face, while the Blacksmith was more or less astonished at his employee's stealth, as he had not heard either boy or Pokemon approaching. As the man reached in his jacket for what was probably a knife, the Blacksmith told him that the young man was no threat at all, and as his client left, the Blacksmith wore a sly grin on his face. He rushed Daedalus and Icarus into the room and locked the door immediately. The duo thought they were just going to be told never to mention what they just heard, but both were proved wrong when the Blacksmith asked them to join him on the assassination. He explained to them how they were getting very good at close quarter combat and that they snuck up and eavesdropped on his previous conversation like pros —even though they did get caught. At first they were against it, like any sane, thinking life form would be, but two things changed Daedalus' mind. First was the fact that most successful jobs would get him double the amount noble's were paid and also that those that were marked were usually from the noble class and above. Finally, Daedalus decided to take up his boss' offer and see how this job worked for him.
For the next four weeks, until the date of the assassination, both Daedalus and Icarus were taught how to kill— or at least knock someone out— stealthily and how to set aside their emotions. When the moment of truth came, the pair thought they were ready and embarked on the mission that would essentially change their lives. The mission was going great, as the Blacksmith was doing all of the killing and all Daedalus and Icarus had to do was keep up and watch their backs. Then came the time to take out the main target. Apparently, he was informed that his life might be in danger that night, as he had skilled, fully armored guards pacing the room as he drank tea. The Blacksmith warned that they might have potential problems but it was too late to back out. Daedalus and Icarus stayed back as the Blacksmith began taking out the guards one at a time. Amazingly, he managed to defeat them all, but was caught off guard and stabbed in the back by the very man he was sent to kill. That was the last thing Daedalus wanted to happen. There was his master, lying at the mercy of a ruthless man, and the only way to save him was to commit murder. And so, Daedalus made a choice.
Tears streamed down his face as he leapt from his hiding spot, knowing that in about ten seconds, his entire life was going to change. He snatched a knife from his bag and thrust into the man's chest. His tears seemed to impair his vision, as he missed the heart by a long shot, and although in pain, the marked man was still alive and fully capable of dealing with Daedalus at this angle and range. The young assassin closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable when he felt something brush across his leg. When he opened his eyes, he saw Icarus' blood stained claws glistening in the dim light, and the man that was about to kill him fall to the floor. It was messy, but the job was completed. For a second there, Daedalus had forgotten about his boss, but when he turned to the older man's aid, it was clear that he wasn't going to make it out of the building alive. With his last few breaths, he asked his apprentice to continue his work. Daedalus tried to tell him that he wasn't very good at forging, but soon realized that wasn't the "work" he was talking about. With a nod, the young man wiped his tears away and left the building with Icarus at his side and the victim's necklace, a required item to prove that the horrible deed had been done.
And for the next eight years, Daedalus and Icarus perfected their style, grew accustomed to killing and even added a new member to the team. When he had enough money, he moved his parents far from the warring kingdoms, but decided to stay in Lliore, seeing as that was where the money was. One day, he found himself getting a visit from head of the king's imperial guard. He had been getting a lot of jobs from higher classed people ever since that mysterious boy began talking to the King. Apparently, the imperial guards had found out about a messenger that was going to be sent through the Sacred Land to Lliore to warn Gora about Fandavale's willingness to war against Lliore and they were worried the messenger might warn the villager's first. Daedalus personally hated long range assignments, but the bounty on this one was just too big to pass up. Within two days he was packed up and left for the Sacred Land. He arrived much earlier than the messenger and was able to enjoy the scenery and kindness of the village people— a kindness he was certainly not used to. With a stroke of luck, the messenger appeared during nighttime and arrived unguarded. Daedalus had the perfect chance to make it an easy, silent kill, but for some reason, he hesitated. It wasn't like he wasn't interested in what news this messenger bore. In his time at the village he noticed no spies of Gora working their dirt tricks and decided that no one would know if he killed the messenger before or after he relayed his message. The following morning the messenger called for all villagers to come to the village center, where he gave the bad news. Daedalus, who was trained at keeping his emotions at bay, couldn't help but be horrified at the fact that both kingdoms were willing to slaughter this entire village if it meant that one of them would come up on top. As the messenger left for Lliore, Daedalus decided that he wouldn't feel right killing a man like him, and instead decided to take notice of the two new men that took the stage.
They announced that they would be taking a stand against both kingdoms and were forming a team to help them do it. The cowards left the scene at that point, but those brave enough to protect the land stayed. Surprisingly, Daedalus found himself among one of the brave ones. As the men began picking those they thought were suitable to protect the village, only two things kept Daedalus wishing he would be picked: one was that there was a chance he might get paid big time. Second was that he'd get to kill those damned imperial guard. Lots of them. However, he had never taken on this magnitude of targets before. He knew fully well that some of his assassin tactics just wouldn't work if he wanted to be useful to the team.
Other: Aside from what this sign up might suggest, I will try to make Daedalus and his Pokemon as cooperative as possible. xD
RP Sample (REQUIRED):
Spoiler:
AE's "Like Reaching for the Sun"
"So... hot..."
Cato impatiently fanned himself as he stood on the registration line, awaiting his turn. That morning on Zenith island had been way too hot for the young trainer to be wearing his usual sweater vest, but the ugly piece of clothing had almost become a part of him after all these years. If that wasn't bad enough, the line was formed in a shadeless area on the isle with people standing shoulder to shoulder. The anxious teen could literally feel the body heat of a nearby man rubbing off on him. If it weren't for the opportunity of a life-time being presented by this mysterious tournament, Cato would have surely stayed home with his beloved air conditioner. He turned his gaze to sky, hoping the heat would at least create hallucinations of oncoming rainclouds, but frowned at the sight of a sky void of such things.
"Next up!"
The surprisingly manly voice brought Cato out of his trancelike state, and he quickly adjusted his glasses to give the impression that he was actually paying attention. The sweaty trainer ran his hands through his curly, black hair, gave a slight sigh, and stepped forward. He let out and unintentional gasp as he eyed the employee sitting behind the desk buried into a computer screen. Despite the deep, masculine voice, he was looking at a female— or at least, something that once was a female. The overweight receptionist barely fit into her small seat, let alone uniform— and unless Cato's eyes where playing tricks on him, she sported a fancy tattoo on the back of her neck. Just his luck to be stuck with odd one out of all the beauties.
"Ya deaf, kid?"
"Oh, I apologize. Can you please repeat that?"
The obese woman groaned loudly and turned to the trainer. "Give. Me. Your. ID," she said slowly as if Cato had a hearing disability. Not wanting to get into an argument, especially with all these people watching, the trainer reached into his wallet and retrieved the ID that was assigned to all trainers. The large woman snatched the rectangular card from his hand and began typing away at her keyboard.
"Cato Cornelius. Gender, male. Age seventeen. Born in Johto Region. Trainer ID 6497 – 3914 – 0684. Registered Pokemon: Feraligatr, Houndoom, and an Elekid," she finally said, almost robotically.
"Actually," Cato interrupted, "it's an Electabuzz. We had a recent evolution and I guess the database has yet to update my profile."
"Yeah, sure," the lady commented unenthusiastically before returning to her keyboard.
"Is that all?" the trainer asked disappointedly, hoping she would mention the fact that he had won all eight badges of the Johto League so all others could hear. Unfortunately, she didn't hear him— or more likely was ignoring him— and continued typing. She moved one of her hands to nearby machine that spat out a card similar to the trainer cards.
"Have a nice day," she said while handing him the cards, although it sounded a bit forced. "NEXT!"
After sliding both cards into his wallet, Cato hastily moved aside as to not agitate the man standing behind him. Well, it was official. He was now a contestant in the Zenith Island Tournament. But first things first, he needed to cool down.
Seeing as most trainers were collected around the main desks to retrieve their competitor IDs, it didn't take long for the boy to find a nice, empty spot. After reaching into his messenger's bag for a pokeball, he pressed the small button twice— once to enlarge the ball, and a second time to release the blue, bipedal alligator inside. The Feraligatr gave a slight smile to her trainer and awaited her commands.
"Okay Aquarius, can you give me a light water gun?" Cato requested.
The Pokemon gave a nod of approval and released a stream of water from her mouth. A joyous grin appeared on the trainer's face as the cold liquid splashed against it, cleansing it of the copious amount of sweat. He didn't mind getting his clothes or bag wet, as long as he was relieved from this mind-boggling heat. When the attack finally ceased, Cato wiped his face with his sweater vest and recalled his Pokemon.
"Time to find some shade."
Pokemon: Weavile
Nickname (If Any): Icarus
Pokemon's Personality: It is commonly said that Houndour and Houndoom are most loyal Pokemon one can have. Well, whoever came up with that obviously never met Icarus. Ever since Daedalus declared himself Icarus' new owner, the Pokemon has stuck by him through thick and thin. An unbreakable bond of trust usually reserved for human relationships only has formed between them. A bond so strong that Daedalus would deny a job that paid triple his usual amount if Icarus didn't agree with the terms. When it comes to meeting new people though, the loyal Pokemon can get jealous very easily. After all, for most of his life, it's been just him and Daedalus and they've been doing just fine. He still hasn't realized Gliscor as a valuable addition to the team.
History: Much of what you need to know in Daedalus' history. As for his evolution, the reward for completing a mission from a man from Sinnoh was not only money, but also a mysterious claw. The claw was said to have a direct effect on certain Pokemon and since Daedalus' was carrying enough trinkets as it were, he decided to give it to Icarus. It seems what the man spoke was truth because not long after Icarus received the claw, he evolved.
Pokemon: Gliscor
Nickname (If Any): N/A
Pokemon's Personality: Gliscor is the stubborn one in the group, and is usually the reason the team comes close to failing any missions. As a new addition, he is still learning the ropes in stealth, so Daedalus goes easy on him. That doesn't go for Icarus, however, and therefore Gliscor constantly feels like he has to prove himself to the Weavile. When it comes to meeting other humans or Pokemon, Gliscor is much more enthusiastic than Icarus, which just ticks the Weavile off even more. Gliscor is also known to have a very short fuse, and on those days when Icarus is just mouthing off on how horrible he was on the last mission, things can get pretty hectic. Daedalus is just happy that they have their own language to argue in and blissfully ignores them.
History: Gliscor was obtained in a rather unconventional way. It was originally a guard Pokemon to one of Daedalus' victims. Although the mission was a success, Gliscor managed to survive the massacre. However, instead of killing him, the assassin offered Gliscor a position on the team. He saw a lot of potential in the Pokemon, seeing as it very rare for anyone who was attacked by him to be left alive. The Gliscor was fully aware that if he denied the request, the human and his Pokemon would feel no remorse in killing him, so he accepted. He had no attachment to the man he was guarding and he was already well trained, so it was an easy transition. Before he knew it, he began enjoying the presence of Daedalus. Icarus, on the other hand, was an entirely different story...
Oh, and just to clarify. The {} notation, as far as I use it in this RP, is referring to Riri's and Waru's own made-up language, so it would just be a bunch of weird noises to everyone else. :x
Age: 19 Gender: Male Homeland: Lliore Title (If any): The Dark One ( From Hell's Icy Plains)
Appearance: Edward stands at a barely stunted height, he owns up to be around Five foot six which isn't in actuality, that short. Edward weighs average, around 150 lbs, most of it being muscle. Edward has piercing aqua eyes, they differ between icy and electric colored. Edward has a pasty, pale complexion, on more then one occurrence he's tried to tan which was to no avail. Even though he is nineteen, he looks well beyond his years, he no longer has that physical aura of childish cuteness, and hasn't for several years. Edward has one golden hoop embedded in his left ear, the golden hoop has something engraved in it that would properly translate to " God Help Us." Edward will usually wear his hair completely down, his hair is made up of silky, flurry colored strands. There seem to be stripes of a light blue in his hair as well, but this isn't nearly as noticeable as you'd think.
Edward will most of the time be wearing the same old clothes, it starts with his most prominent article of clothing. This would just so happen to be what he wears on his torso, he has a thick, black leather sewn shirt that acts as light armor. In the armors center is a symbol, an eye with a red iris. The armors sleeves are as well covered in thick leather padding, protecting him from small penetrations. Hanging around his neck is a blue crystal which is broken in half, obviously originally in the shape of a heart. Edward wears a very light black tunic over the armor, and below that he is wearing leggings on the same black, leather padding material. Edward wears basic leather shoes, which rarely come off, and wears gauze bandaging all over his hands.
Sheathed to his side is a traditional steel katana blade.
Personality: Edward acts upon impulse about eighty percent of the time, not bothering to ask questions. Edward seems to have a very fragile psyche, things seem to easily upset him and this can make him a very unpredictable foe and ally. The basis of Edwards fragileness could date back to the fact that he's been running all his life, he's never been able to make friends, nor has he been able to ever settle and have a normal childhood. This kind of evaluation would come to a conclusion that it is possible that Edward would be easily corrupted, which doesn't seem like it could come to be so far off in theory of his fate. When Edward tries to blend In, he can usually make an alternate persona that can expend thoughts and feelings that he, himself doesn't truly believe in. He will most likely do this if faced with a tough decision, or an epic choice.
Edward is hot headed, as if being easily upset wasn't enough, he also has a violent temper. Whenever flung into a rage, he'll make poor judgments that seem to perceive to his mood at the time. While he himself tries not to be violent, he can still yell at an amazing volume and emotionally terrorize someone with harsh words.
Overall, he isn't someone you want to be among your ranks, that is, if you didn't know his worth as a theological phenomena. Another note that might be worth stating, you can always teach this dog new tricks, particular tricks that could possibly make him more calm and obedient.
History: Edward has a rather peculiar history. There was a prophecy, long before Edward was born into this world, the prophecy itself has an interesting enough history. A renown prophet by the name Loften Esquire was on a journey to the highest mountain peak, to cleanse his soul at an alter that lay there to this day. On his way he caught a deadly fever, but even though it was sure suicide, he kept on. When he reached the top of the mountain, he laid down next to the altar and whispered a prayer, asking the gods to help him. He spent seven days by the altar, going through his horrible illness, he had strange hallucinations, they were much different then his regular predictions. After thirteen days on the mountain top, the prophet was healed and he made his way down. When he went to town he told the people of his ordeal and his visions, he told them of a child that would be born in Lliore, it would be a child whose origin was that of one of the planes of hell, The Icy plains. This child would have awesome power, but could also end up being the cause of Armageddon.
Several years later, Edward was born and his mother died during it. Two years later, it was evident of what he was, his father tried to hide him but ultimately betrayed him as well. Armies wanted his power, but most wanted to kill him before he caused the end of days. All while this was happening, Edward didn't understand anything. Being just a toddler, he couldn't do much to save himself, but he somehow got by and went into hiding. Over the years, he learned of his origins and went to extended measures to protect himself, he didn't know what to believe. To him, it was hard to believe that he had omnipotent power, or that he may be able to destroy the world, it all felt so distant from him. Now all that Edward wants is to get by, and hopes that the well known prophecy will just fall through the cracks of time.
RP Sample:
Spoiler:
A young Latino man paced back and fourth between the two rooms in his apartment, he had several sets of clothing In his smooth hands. The man had long, jet black silky hair that was tied back in a messy ponytail, the ponytail ended in the middle of his back.
A medium sized black suitcase sat on a crimson sheeted bed, it was already semi-filled with casual clothing, the Latino put what he happened to be holding into the suitcase, having to cram it into the nearly full suitcase, causing it to nearly overflow.
The man zips the suitcase up in a rushed manner, seeming not to want to waste a mere second of time. He grabs the handle of the black, now a little on the heavy side, suitcase and places it next to the freshly painted brown apartment door that led to the outside. The fair haired man then turned his attention to the small backpack near his kitchen table, not even ten feet away from him.
He begins to power walk towards the kitchen table, turning off a few astray lights on his way. Without hesitation he grabs the bag, it doesn't weight very much, he flips it over his back and makes his way to the door where his suitcase is resting. A ringing pierces through his ear drums as he's pacing towards the door, without much of a second thought he reaches into his jeans pocket and takes out his cell-phone, it takes half a second to flip the phone open.
" Hola? I mean, hello?" The young man answered, trying to get used to the English language.
" Jadon, are you about to leave? Just thought I'd call and tell you that America is a bit loco right now, lots of weird **** going down." Said a heavy accent influenced voice.
" I don't give a ****, I've got to see what the ****'s going on down there, James hasn't answered any of my messages in months." Jadon replied, at this point turning off the phone.
Jadon frowns, he would figure this out, some how.
In a hasty exit from his apartment complex the young Latino managed to run into a strange character, she had beautiful crimson, fire like hair. Jadon nearly dropped his things, just seeing such a beautiful woman, but he really didn't have time to hit on her, he had a plane to catch.
The red haired siren tried to stop him, but Jadon wouldn't have any of it as he ran past her, he was running late enough as it was. As Jadon got into the apartment parking lot, the woman tried to yell out at him, wanting his attention.
Jadon's car wasn't that nice, it was a rustic vehicle, roughly from the eighties or nineties. The small convertible was electric blue and had no roof, if it ever had was beyond Jadon. He could somewhat remember when he got the beat up thing, not too long ago, it was the cheapest car he could get, which made sense because of it's prominent aging.
" ****!" The young woman swore audibly as the Latino man drove off.
With an obvious goaded manner she unveiled her cell phone which was wrenched deep in her jacket pocket, she flipped the slim phone open and dialed a few numbers.
" Hello?" Came the voice of a man from the other end.
" It's me, he's already left." She responded, still a bit of frustration in her voice.
" Damn, just get over to the airport, we'll grab a plane." He replied, not seeming nearly as upset as she is.
" Fine. I'll be there in a little less then half an hour."
" I'll be waiting."
She closed her phone and placed it back into her jacket pocket, she then fished around a different pocket for a completely different thing, she pulled out her car keys and left the apartment complex.
Jadon was cursing under his breath as he attempted to dodge ungodly traffic, he only had a few miles left to tread and only few minutes left to spare. This would be way too close for comfort, Jadon grinned a little as he saw the airport parking garage right up ahead and for once, it wasn't too crowded either.
He managed to find a parking spot relatively quickly, he got out of the car and locked it up, he looked at his watch and knew he really had to move to make his flight. As Jadon sprinted into the airport he was slowed down by the bags he carried, he grimaced when he saw the line for the bag check-in. With an attitude that would be perceived as pushy and quite rude, he slammed his bags onto the conveyor belt and quickly passed through the large metal detector arch.
The detector beeped, Jadon growled a tad as the security officers told him to remove all metal objects from his person. He drew out his car keys and cell phone, he had to walk through the metal detector again, however, this time it didn't make a single sound.
After he collected his backpack and essential metal objects back, he just managed to catch his plane.
" May I see your ticket, sir?" The almost mechanical sounding, peppy, blond haired woman asked.
Jadon flashed his ticket to her, she nodded and grinned like she was paid to do and let him go on the plane.
The pony tailed Latino found a window seat, he prepared for the tediously lengthy trip to America. With a final sigh, he rested his head on a pillow supplied by the flight attendants and went into a deep sleep.
" When do you think we'll get there?"
" I don't know, big transition, from Barcelona to Houston."
" I think I'm going to rest."
" That's probably a good idea."
A Caucasian man with short, curly, black hair adjusted his expensive looking shades. He looked at the woman beside him, she had a tired looking essence to her, as if she had some inner problem that kept her terminally emotionally drained.
The red haired woman looked back at the man sitting next to her, she never could tell what he was feeling because of those shades, it made him such a closed book. " John?"
The Caucasian man faced her once again, " Yes Rebecca?"
" You're not, planning on killing him… are you?" Rebecca asked in a voice with an edge of solemnity.
John seemed taken aback by this, but he didn't let anything show. " You'll find out soon enough."
Rebecca sighed, she resented this aura of mystery that John always surround himself with, it got to be damn frustrating at time. With a final thought, Rebecca tilted her head into the airplane seat and closed her eyes.
With a frown, John adjusted his shades and looked out the clear airplane window.
It's our move, Suzaku.
Pokemon: Lucario
Nickname (If Any): Sylus
Pokemon's Personality: Sylus has his own way of doing things, while his partner Edward tries to blend into regular society, it seems like Sylus tries to draw attention to the doom child, And while Edward scolds him for it, Sylus never learns. Sylus does, however try to keep Edward under control, in hopes of suppressing the dark powers that may lurk inside of him, for Sylus doesn't exactly want to see the end of days either.
History: Sylus was a prestigious, prized pokemon at one time, belonging to a noble child. This noble child seemed to be angry that Sylus wouldn't do any tricks for his noble friends, Edward who was also a child of eight at that time stared. The other children spat at the pheasant child, not knowing who he was. Sylus kept getting beaten by the noble, while the others laughed. Edward, couldn't bare to see this. All three noble children ended up with deep cuts on their hands and arms. Edward never touched them. Sylus had not a respect, but an interest in Edward after that and took over as Edwards partner and caregiver.
Hulloooo, are you still taking players on?
I'll just make that assumption for now (:
My sign-up's nearly done, just needs some beefing out.
A more interesting history might help, though ... haha.
Name Richard 'Rusty' Woods Age 17 Gender Male Title: farm boy/arrogant teen Home: Fandavale Appearance Rusty's nickname may conjure up images of flaming red hair, but he is in fact an angelic-looking, fair-haired blonde. It is a mystery where Richard's nickname derived from, because he is utterly fair. He has a young-looking face, a squishy little nose scattered with freckles, and ridiculous, caught-in-headlamps, painfully-blue, aren't-I adorable blue eyes. It's such a shame that such adorable features belies such a little nuisance. Visually, he's a very 'pretty' young man.
He is extremely lean; skinny, but strong from sheer hard work. 'Raw' is the best way to describe him – his hands are calloused, his muscles are irregular and extremely toned, and his hair is a ruffled mop upon his head.
Rusty stands at a pretty average height, and dresses in average 'farm labourer' clothes. (I'm not entirely sure what these would be, given the time period.) He wears an extremely rusty (pure coincidence, I swear), scabby set of badly fitting armour over the top of these, that once belonged to his Grandpa.
Personality Rusty is, first and foremost, an 'okay' kind of guy. You try and describe his personality to your best mate, and 'okay' is all that crops to mind. Not because you suck at adjectives, mind, but because Rusty puts on a lot of fronts, and a lot of airs and graces. One day he's amazing, awesome, fabbo, and the next he is doing your head in. He's extremely confident, bright, cheerful, charismatic and hard-working. He seems genuinely nice, as well. He compliments your clothes, nods attentively when you talk, and puts a hand on your shoulder when you seem down.
On the flip side of that, though, he can be arrogant, a know-it-all, insufferable, and.... um... arrogant. This could be down to being the only person in his household below the age of say, thirty, and also being a little bit deft with a pokeball. He's a pretty skilled battler, but it's more down to his natural quick-thinking and the brute strength of Sierra than his own amazing strategies.
He can also be very mean, a tad selfish, a little cowardly, and has a bit of an issue about people from a more affluent background than himself. You could perhaps excuse this by his 'sad' and 'tragic' past as a ranch-boy, but really, Rusty has always been happy. He makes the best of situations. He might throw a strop, moan and whinge until your ears hurt and your eyes are sick of the sight of him, but really... he's okay with things. He just likes attention.
(I really sell my characters, don't I?)
History: He lived on a farm. THE END. No seriously, it's about as interesting as that. High points in Rusty's life include 'the day when he found baby Sierra', 'the day when baby Sierra set fire to his Grandma', and 'the day when baby Sierra set fire to the dog'.
Being chosen as Ho-Oh's avatar was pretty cool, too.
His parents were very old when they had him, as a complete accident, but he was their only boy out of six girls and as a result he was their miracle baby – their 'chance-in-a-million' heir.
Rusty's life has been a lot of hard work, but a lot of fun. He's had complete freedom, has lived in startlingly beautiful countryside, has had plenty of friends, and never truly gone hungry. The wool trade has always been very prosperous for his country. He was a little hesitant to leave his home when he was told he had to help in the war, but the temptation of glory and adventure got the better of him.
Pokemon: Charmeleon, F, Sierra: this girl is nasty. You thought Rusty was a little harsh? Wait until you meet Sierra. It all lies beneath the surface, of course; she's very pretty, mimicking her trainer in her soft features and large, opal-like eyes. She's also a shiny, so she's a dull orange in colour. Like trainer, like pokemon, eh? She won't take any crap at all, and often lashes out when irritated. Being around Rusty normally calms her down – she's rather fond of him, and actually tries to behave for him. Sadly her love for trouble isn't easily quashed, and she often manipulates Rusty into doing things her way – which is normally the thieving, conniving, back-stabbing way.
Rusty stole her from a 'breeding farm' in his area – a filthy, dirty, cruel and highly illegal practise, but something unlikely to ever get shut down, out in the backwaters. They also don't really care much about pokemon cruelty in those days. You could blame Sierra's bad attitude on her grim past – but sometimes you just get bad eggs.
Sample:
The train chugged on, spewing dirty great smoke clouds into the air.
Maxie glanced out of the window, watching the grass flash by. She stood in the corridor, clutching a curtain rail. Outside, the landscape stretched for miles, seemingly endless squares of flat green terrain.... split up, of course, into neat little fields. Maxie wasn't paticularily keen on this part of the country; it was lush, but all farmland now. She was looking forward to the next town. It would be a new terrain to explore, a new territory to conquer... she was looking forward to it.
"Wonder what it's like?" she thought aloud, running a gloved hand through her bangs. "We've never been sent this far out before..." now she was speaking normally, her voice had taken on a rough, hoarse edge to it.
Her Zubat laughed in his screechy way, furling his wings and diving to sit on his trainer's shoulder. {Well, whatever it's like, you definetly won't like it.} he said, giving Maxie what was quite possibly a bat's version of a wry smile.
"I'll make an effort this time-!"
{Last time you said that, we ended up leaving the city and camping on the outskirts 'cos it wans't up to our standards.} he laughed again.
"Sh'up, Fang. We're moving up in the world now, remember?" she petted him, perhaps a bit rougher than usual. For a moment, the zubat looked like he was about to answer back, until the corridoor door swished open, only to admit another burly looking train-worker, with a ticket box. As she got closer, Maxie realised with a shock it was actually a woman. Perhaps it was the moustache that made her think otherwise.
"Tickets, please." The woman asked, in her grating voice. In an instant, Maxie had changed again. Her confident expression vanished, and her eyes crinkled up in fright.
"Oh, ma'am," she cried, "I haven't got mine! I got on with my brother, but he went to the food cart to get some sandwiches... he hasn't come back yet!"
At Maxie's words, the ticket woman melted. "Oh, there there." she cooed. "Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be back soon. But you need to sit down, I'm afraid."
Maxie frowned. "There's no compartments free." she spat insolently, and for a split second her persona shattered. A shifty look from Fang brought her back down to earth, and she added, "and my brother... won't be able to find me!" She chokled back a sob.
The woman hadn't caught on, fortunatly. "Oh, my dear, why not slip in this cabin?" she gestured to the one to their right, "There's a boy there, but I'm sure he won't mind you waiting for a bit. Then you and your brother can find a compartment together...okay?"
She stared at Maxie ferociously, so the girl decided to do what she was told. Her zubat fled back to her front pocket, as his trainer forced open the door... and walked straight into Raistlin LeBlaque's compartment.
Hi I'm new! this thing looks so fun! I have a character here so plz lett me in
Full Given Name: Zorbacka Tobias Sinclair
Nicknames: Zo or Zane
Age: 16
Gender: female
Homeland: Fandavale
Title (If any): none
Appearance: Zo has short black hair which is always in a hard black helmet, when it is out is scruffy and isn't really taken cared of. Her eyes were once blue but now the colour is a cold hard black. Her face is ovalish with skin pale white almost ghostly and her nails are short and as hard as iron nails. She is quite small and her body has several scratches and stitches. Zo has a unique voice. She can make it sound as low as a bull or as high as a nightingale. She always wears a black shirt and black army pants with tough boots. Her knuckles have a black band with spikes on it. She binds her breasts and covers her femine features in a belief that people would target her first during the war. She is on the short side and has an average build. Zo arms herself with as many blades as possible and is stronger then most people think. In both outfits she wears a gold necklace with an ancient discripition of her future on it. Zo's weapon of choice is a black bow with two purple cords on the side with black arrows with Seviper poison on it. The bow can be broken in half to create two swords. Personality: Zo loathes the world and she was promised a chance to destroy the world if she helped the Fandavale army. She cares for nothing but her pokemon and she treats them as aquaintances. She always cross dresses and is always thought to be a boy name Zane which she does in order to hide and spy on enemies. She uses her female appearance to get close to enemy bases or people she hates and uses her dark side to kill when she gets what she wants. Zo is ruthless and cruel with no mercy. She has hated the world since her dad killed her mum and she killed him after three years of searching. Zo kills and steals from her own mates and has often been threatened death. But she knows that she is way too valuable for the Fandavale army to get rid of. Her hobbies includes torturing the dead bodies of her victims and she really enjoys mixing deadly pokemon poisons.
History: When she first opened her eyes Zo saw her father killing her mother. In eight months her father turned Zo into an emotionless being. At one, Zo was stabbing the neighbours Glameows and was consantly on the run. She was always abused by her father. At three Zo stabbed her father without mercy. At six she attended school by herself and she couldn't afford bills so she killed the teacher and the tax man. Twenty four people died for her education. Then Fandavale army invited her and trained her for the army when she was eight. She was the best and most perfect student.
On her necklace it is inscribed a missing part of an ancient legend. In the original version it has a hero walking a dark path to stop the war but the missing part of it says that the wearer if the locket and it's desendants would be doomed to attempt to kill him in the most painful way possible.
RP Sample (REQUIRED): 'Zo is thirteen here'
PHP:
"I have never seen such perfect slicing."
"Meh"
"You should be proud Zane... your form and perfection was flawless."
"Thank you Professor Aken"
"No need my boy but keep your Scyther in line, she is perfect in battle but she needs to concentrate. Now scat."
Zo exited the training room with her Scyther next to her. The cold musky corridor of the Fandavale army training camp. Her eyes were so dark some people say they could lose their soul in that dark abyss. Her Kirlia's
"Time to change."
Walking to her room she change her clothes. She put on an ancient dress which was given to her by a warrior she killed. One of the only people who knew her true gender. She hated the dress. But it had it's advantages. In a few minutes she was at her rivals house. A way to popular boy who Zo thought he needed a lesson. One that will hurt with no killing. It was common knowledge that Zane hated him and if he ended up dead she would be suspected. So she became her true gender and for the past few months she wormed her way to Jullian's heart.
"Hi Jullian." she said a sickening sweet voice
"Hi Zo... the back door is open"
She walked into the cold room. It looked the same as the other bedrooms. There were posters of himself and she always seemed sick looking at them.
"How are ya?"
"Okay."
"I'll be right back with dinner." as he left quickly
Then Zo called her pokemon from outside and together they took all the valuables and the three pokemon went into the night. Then Zoe faked a loud scream. And Juillian came and saw his ransacked room with ripped pillows open safes and smashed beds. Zo spilled out her fake story about a robber wanting him and the robber harrassed her.
"I better walk you home."
"No (fake sob) you stay. And if I'm going to be harrassed then we are over."
"You can't be serious...Zo?"
'SLAP'
She stormed into the night and later when she changed and became Zane again she and her pokemon started laughing and laughing.
Pokemon: Scizor Nickname: Sword Pokemon's Personality: There are only four cruel dark hearts in this world. Zo's, Sword's, Knife's and Blade's. Sword has a hasty personality and is really head strong. Her anger often puts the team in utmost danger but she really doesn't care. Her Claws are mixed with Crobat poison with dratini spit. History: Zo's first pokemon was a Scyther which she found in a bin. She was mistreated and was always abused. Zo may of missed her if she didn't suddenly jump up passed Zo and killed her trainer and every person in her the family.
Pokemon: Sceptile Nickname: Blade Pokemon's Personality: He has a naughty personality and does pranks, jokes, tricks and killings. HE is the most relaxed out of the group but his leaves are tipped with Vileplume poison so his leaf blade is twice as deadly. He is very loyal. He likes to swear but only pokemon understands him. History: Discovered as a Grovyle. He was seen killing and harrassing the dead bodies of female Bellsprouts and female Weepinbell. Zo saw the strenght in those dark blades and recurited Blade into her team with promises of riches.
Pokemon: Gallade Nickname: Knife Pokemon's Personality: He has a hardy personality and is the most sensible out of Zo's pokemon. Knife always drags Blade out of trouble usually by the tail. He always goes his way and doesn't accept anything else. His Blades are tipped with Skunktank fumes with Combee honey. He is very loyal. History: As a baby Ralts he was to be a gift for a rich lady who wanted a shiny pokemon. When Zo was eight she stole Knife and intended to sell him. Then she realised Knife's evilness in his heart and kept him. Zo was even happier to except him when she found a dawn stone and discovered Knife was a male ralts.
Ahhh, attendence... about that..... *sheepish look*
I'm going to New York (oh em gee) on the 22nd, until the 31st, with my school. No chance of internet access, really. Will that be ok? If not, I'm cool, I understand how damn annoying it is when a player pops off on hiatus at the beginning of a roleplay.
Sorry, I'm dropping out... Eck!
I can't be as active as I'd like to be at this moment in time. I just have too much on my plate and I don't want to leave people hanging around for me.
Gah >.< what a bloody ordeal, well I finished all bit the bits about the pokemon, which I will get later; I think this should be enough to start RPing. This would have been done AGES ago, but my computer died on me, now that's been a struggle… But yah I started from scratch, I pretty much wrote this thing twice, I will do my best to cause you no further delays ^^;;
Full Given Name: Alistair Arcaina
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Homeland: Fandavale (But has been all over the world.)
Title : Unusual Scholar
Appearance: Alistair is certainly someone who stands out in a crowd. He is around 5' 9" (Or around 1.75 centimeters ) making him a bit shorter then the average male. His build is also a bit thin, or perhaps gangly, considering he isn't truly weak. (He can easily wield a sword, though large two hand broad swords might be a bit difficult) Though his most defining feature would be his hair. Inherited from his mother, he his somewhat dark silver like white hair. It falls right above his left eye in the front, along with some straight bangs to the right. He has two very long bangs on each side, while the rest is brushed back into a short ponytail. His eyes are a very bright shade of green. (This is from his father side, his mothers people known for there white hair and red eyes) His skin is also strange, tanner then average, but much more pale then the usual, this is do to spending quite sometime in tropical areas, but also spending quite a lot his time there in doors reading.
His outfit is somewhat unique, though this was its internet. The first layer would be his shirt, a cloth long sleeved garb with wide ends. The main color is a light blue, and this covers most of the shirt. The collar has a beige color, in an oval shape. The edges of the sleeves also share this color, in a triangle pattern all around. He wears light black pants that may just be a bit to loose, but is kept firm with a red sash. Finally for the first layer, he wears light boots that are a shade of dark brown, these are designed for speed, with just enough stability. He also has something of a bandana. The left side of it is rapt around the left side of his neck, the rest being draped over his shoulder and mid arm. The cloth itself is forest green, the edge being marked with white half circles. (Inspired by this http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Image:FFIIIDS_Bard.jpg ) And finally a rougher brown cloak. It's most notable futures would be the hood, and the very large collar. This article is usually taken off during more formal moments, worn for more day to day use, as Alistair travels a lot. He also has square, mostly then spectacles, as he suffers from some far sightedness, he will wear these to read, and during other fitting situations.
Personality: Alistair is a bit odd, to put it lightly. His views to most seem rather unusual to most whom here, though perhaps profound if the right audience has given its ear. Though he far from forces his ideal upon others, he'll listen to anyone who wish's to speak, though at times he can't help himself from pointing out the flaws within them. For the most part he is rather kind hearted, peace being a very high priority, but does his best not to let it cloud his judgment, knowing that action must sometimes be taken. To this end as well as others, he finds it best to have people to keep him from doing certain foolish, knowing full well his judgment can be flawed. He believes people and pokemon do a job of balancing other people out, to this he always keeps an open mind, especially to those he calls friend.
Due to his unusual Family ties Alistair has an interesting view on friendship. While an Ally is someone he will happily work with in a friendly manner, he wouldn't consider them friends until he has gotten to know them better. But someone who he would call friend is someone dear to him indeed. As he has not had a stable parental figure, he's always viewed family more as someone you would trust you life with. As such he would gladly die to save any friend; his loyalty is one of his best qualities. On a side note, to the effect earlier mentioned, it is not uncommon for him to address someone close to him with a family term, such as brother or sister.
He's also very annalistically, and this trait is never greater then within battle. He's a strategist by nature, and views the battle field as a giant chess bored in a way. On this note he's also very competitive, this combination can make him a very difficult opponent. At times he may even have to be forced back into realty, as he may be caught in his little "War Game." As for other minor things, he's a heavy reader, a believer in the power of repetition, and can seem oddly clueless when put in certain situations. Though he is generally calm person, when pushed to the breaking point his personality almost flips, becoming dark, sadistic, and a bit narcissistic. He tend to have frightening glare on his face in this states, and speaks in a sophisticated, but dark manner.
History: Alistair's history, even to him seems a bit cliché, but what comes about from these roots, is anything but usual. His origins naturally begin with his parents. An Eldon Arcaina, an Anelin Fise. The Arcaina famly, are known for stretching far across the globe, while the Fise were more of a tribe, living within their sacred land. Eldon came upon her while traveling the world with his brother Edward. The two feel madly in love as one could imagine. Anelin want more then just her tribe, and thus the two left settling within Fandavale, his brother Edward only a town or so away. It was unusual for two Arcaina's to live so closely, but the brothers, and sister and law were quite happy with the arrangement. With the decent amount of wealth belonging to thee Arcaina, the two settled down, soon after having a child, this was naturally Alistair. At first, life itself was bliss. But soon after Alistair's fifth birthday Anelin became gravely ill. Before his sixth she had passed.
While his mother offered Alistair some very comforting words that dulled his pain greatly, his father felt a much deeper blow. Eldon was torn apart by the passing of his wife, his soul mate, Weeks later, the grief stricken, almost on the brink of insanity sat his son down, and had a talk with him. He asked, nearly begged his son if he would give him permission to follow Anelin. Naturally the innocent child asked if he could come with his father to see his mother. His father told him that was impossible; if he allowed him to leave he would do it alone. After some thought, and with a sweet smile, told his father if it would make the both of them happy then he could go. At this statement, Eldon got down on his knees and hugged his son tightly. He then sent a letter to his brother, and locked himself in a room.
Within an hour Edward stormed into the house, to find Alistair in his room sleeping, going to be as his father had instructed. Within his parent's bed room, Edward found Eldon, dead after committing suicide. With such a horrid series of events befalling a child at such a young age, you would picture Alistair for some sort of mental institution, or something of the like. But on the country, the child took it all in stride. It was almost a bit of a blessing, because he had no parents he was aloud to live with one family member to the next. Most would depict this as a bad thing, but as for mentioned the Arcaina are a wide spread family with a good deal of money. Through this end Alistair spent the majority of his life seeing the world, giving him a great deal of knowledge, and a very interesting out look on the way the world works. At late in his 18th year, he decided to travel away from his family, with the pokemon he had befriend (Which he has named using the language of the people who were said to had first learned to tame the creatures) for the past few months he ahs been traveling the country side, learning what life was like on ones own, unaware of what the future would hold.
Other:
RP Sample : 'How pleasant… It's such a nice day.' A Silver haired youth thought as he took a nice leisurely stroll through the well lit forest. It was very pleasant, very calming, to see the sun light peering through the trees. 'You really should pick up the pace a voice echoed within his mind. "Oh? Am I not allowed to enjoy a nice day?" Alistair said aloud. A large Owl pokemon Perched itself upon his shoulder Alistair all the while kept moving. 'There's not a thing wrong in the day, but I can tell this place will become far less pleasant.' Tetsu telecommunicated communicated to his partner.
'Oh would you be quite, we'll be fine I'll happily challenge any creature who dares to block our path.' Kawa mental butted in, as he scampered on the ground bellow, wagging his fluffy tail to and fro. 'You can be such a fool, blindly charging into a fight whenever possible, it's no wonder that shell is littered with scratches and cuts.' Tetsu retorted, a third pokemon, having enough finally making himself heard.
'Does it ever end with you two? If this doesn't end I may have to shock you just to get some quite.' Kasu interjected walking on the other side of Alistair trying to be the most mature of the three. "You know, I think there may be a reason Human's and Pokemon speak different languages.." Alistair said, ending that statement with a slight laugh. "How you read are thoughts like that anyway? Most humans can't do that…" Kawa asked, this question being on his mind for quite some time.
"Why that's simple, Tetsu has psychic power, and when a pokemon has psychic abilities, a human with a strong bound to said pokemon tend to gain there own psychic powers, is rather simple." Alistair seemed just a bit smug with his answer, he was rather proud of his knowledge. 'But… that owl isn't even of the psychic element.' Kawa mentally retorted, Alistair only smiling, pulling out s small book, and placing a pair of spectacles on his noes, reading as he chatted with his partners. "Yes that's true, but he has a verity of psychic powers, despite the element he belongs to, it's not all that common but it's far from unheard of." Alistair said reading the various notes he had taken, after all repetition was a useful way to sharpen ones memory.
'I suppose that makes since… remind why I listen to you?' Kawa said, the Wartortle was rather blunt, and prideful, so it wasn't unusual for him to ask such thing. "Well firstly we have an agreement, which I've up held, as you have yet to go hungry, and I have given you plenty more then a fair share of battle, not to mention you fear Tetsu. Oh and the last time you ignored my orders you were brutally pecked by a murder of Murkrow." Alistair said in a 'Matter of fact" tone, giving a smug smiled, as the other two pokemon laughed, while Kawa's pale blue skin had turned a bright shade of red.
