This is my first RP on PC and my second anywhere =P so please give me feed back I WOULD REALLY LOVE TIPS because I am kinda sorta not really semi struggling with this, and i'm nervous that I will not do good and embarrass my self. So all support and help is gladly welcome.

Name: Roger
Gender: Male
Region: Sinnoh
Pokemon/District: Floatzel from 7
Appearance: Roger is mid sized at 6'04" and is fit from all his swimming. He has two pointed blue fins on its arms and two tails. Roger has a inflatable boat around his neck. It gives the impression of a swimmer with a towel draped around its shoulders. If Roger laid on its back, the boat round its neck could also be interpreted as a sort of inflatable dinghy using its tails as a propeller and its fins as oars. The small fins under his arms are used to glide through water smoothly and quick. Its forelimbs and tails are tipped with cream coloration, and there is a teardrop-shaped orange pattern voided in Floatzel's cream lower belly. Roger also has a circular cream spot in the center of its head, cream-colored eyelids and a pattern of two black triangles on the edges of its cream muzzle. He is
Personality: Roger has a good sense of humor and tries to stay positive. He tries to follow in the footsteps of his little brother and be bright and positive to keep his father happy. He has picked up things from his mother and helps pokemon who are in need, and heals their wounds. He occasionally swims around the local rivers and makes sure people don't drown. If in the case of someone drowning he uses his flotation sac to save them. Even in spite of her mother being persecuted for helping pokemon that are being tortured by Team Rocket, he helps all in need. He is semi-timid most of the time but he has quite a temper. Even though he tries to keep his attitude up, he only holds in his anger and lets it build up inside of him and has a sometimes has a burst of anger at anyone who angers him in the slightest bit. To calm himself he goes to the river for a swim, and catches some fish. Swimming and hunting fish are the only joys he has in his life, except for his friend, and his brother.
History: I was raised in the Northern part of Sinnoh with my father, Empoleon, my little brother, Buizel, and my mother who was killed by Team Rocket for taking in "Criminals" before I was born, and my friend, Eve who was a Glacieon that died in the hunger games from a sandstorm in the Hunger Games, I resent Team Rocket for these reasons! My brother is a light hearted happy Buizel never with a frown. He is always getting into trouble and I have to keep him under control. Over the years we have survived off of Goldeens that me and my brother caught together daily. We also have loved Goldeens actually, but it is a crime in our district, so we have to be discrete about it. None of team rocket's grunts have ever come to stop us, but in the case of that happening we would have to try to swim away because if was caught poaching they would kill me without a doubt, and my dad is in no condition to be working in construction and catch fish all himself. Our family always was poor, and we barely get enough for a measly little shellos at the black market.
Sample: Roger let out a sigh as he stretched out from a good nights rest in the ice cave. He wrapped a blanket around him and walked out to the mouth of the cave and watched as the sun rose. Out of no where Buizel came running over to give me a hug, the way he does every morning. "Hey! I didn't know you were up," I said surprised. to see him so early. "How did you sleep?"
"Good, are you going to go catch some Goldeen or something soon?"
"Later," I replied. I can't stop thinking about my mother, Eve, what Team Rocket has done to so many people. Reaping day is nearing and I feel angry and nervous, a combination of emotions that isn't very pretty. I try to calm myself by going to the river to get some breakfast. I catch 2 Shellos, a Goldeen, and a Frillish. The water is icy cold today, so i'm not surprised I couldn't find many fish around. Can't stay in this water too long or i'll get frostbite. Wish I was like Dad, then I could stay in for as long as I wanted. I start thinking about reaping day again as I walk back to the cave. I haven't been picked throughout the last 5 years, the chances are that i'll be picked this year. I can't think about that! I have to focus on taking care of Dad, and Buizel. I push the negative thoughts out of my head and continue home.

2 weeks later...

I sleep in extra late this morning, not wanting to go to the reaping. I lie in the cave, dreading having to go the reaping, almost knowing I will get picked. Eventually Buizel comes and pulls me up. "Come on Roger! We have to go to the reaping today," Buizel says. He is even enthused when it comes to the Hunger Games, oh brother.
"Yes son, I know you don't want to go but it is the law," my dad says in the deep authoritativeness voice that he tends to have.
"Ok, ok, i'm going," I reply
When we arrive at Vellstone City, we take our seats and wait for the reaping to begin. I think of Eve. Killed in a sandstorm put there by the game makers. I think of the way she taught me to slide down the snow. We used to have races to see who could get down the fastest. My thoughts are interrupted by the voice of Giovanni the creator of the Hunger Games. "Welcome to the 67th Hunger Games!" Giovanni exclaims. It is silent. The crowd isn't rowdy or cheering. It's just silent, because no one is excited. Some are afraid, some nervous, and like me, infuriated! He begins reading the list of past victors from our district. "Charizard, Kyorgre, and Tyranitar! Congratulations to all 3 of you!" Yes, in 67 years, we have only 3 victors, to us the Hunger Games is basically a death sentence! The Pokemon take their seats on the stage and take a few seconds to settle in. "Now it is time for me to pick the names of the tributes who will be representing District 7!" I roll my eyes annoyed at Giovanni's excitement. "The lucky girl to represent District 7 in the hunger games is... Isis, the Glaceon!"
"Yeah she sure is lucky!" I say sarcastically under my breath. I have never meet Isis before yet I feel a pain in my heart because she looks so much like Eve thats it almost unreal! She trots down to the podium, once getting there, whipping back her left ear out of her face.
"Now for the boy tribute to be sacr-" Giovanni, cut himself off. "I mean to represent district 7!'
"Smooth..." Roger says under his breath. Giovanni reaches around a while inside the crystal ball that holds thousands of slips of paper 50 of them with my name on them, the odds are not in my favor.
"Roger, the Floatzel!
CLIFF HANGER



My heart beats faster and faster. I stumble to the stage holding back tears...i'm dead.

I hope this will do. :) This is a bit of a different direction from how my characters usually are, but I had a ton of fun creating him. xD The above-average physical and mental capabilities are meant to justify Richter's knowledge of the move he wouldn't normally learn.

Name: Richter Surge, a.k.a Experiment 632-9-B (FAILURE)
Gender: Male
Region: Kanto
Pokemon/District: Raichu from Region 1
Appearance:

Spoiler:

Richter stands at a towering (for his species) three feet, two inches, a result of the genetic experiments performed on him. Also in deviation from the apperance of a normal Raichu, his eyes are blue, though this is natural. Otherwise, Richter's coloration his normal, though his pelt conceals several scars from his troubled past. This raichu's fur is overgrown and scruffy in some places, as he cares little for his appearance. His chest and limbs contain more muscle than usual for his species, but he is still far from being on par with a Fighting type. Richter does not normally wear clothes, save for a crimson scarf around his neck. This scarf is occasionally placed over his mouth and nose to conceal his identity, and is also a Surge family heirloom. It was given to him by a Rocket executive as a 'peace offering.' Richter only wears it so that he can feign loyalty while accomplishing his own goals.
Personality: Richter is a Pokemon of few words, not wanting much to do with anyone weak. He harbors an extreme hatred for Team Rocket due to the experiments they performed on him, but has little tolerance for humans in general, be they with the syndicate or not. To Pokemon, he is more willing to listen, but is still very much all business, and shows little signs of actual emotion. Though outwardly cold and aloof, Richter dreams of an age when Team Rocket is just a memory, not just for himself but all of Pokemonkind.

With the intelligence of a supercomputer, Richter is calculating, and can solve complex puzzles with ease. Despite this, he is severely lacking in social skills, and has no desire to become "friends" with anyone, unless they can assist him with his goal of toppling Team Rocket. Though alwys acting harsh, Richter does possess a softer side despite rarely showing it. When someone important to him is in danger, he will do anything in his power to protect them.
History Richter descends from a long, proud line of Pikachu and Raichu. In a bygone age, his great grandfather was in the ownership of a famed Gym Leader from Kanto, and to this day they still carry his name: Surge. Richter was born into one of the wealthiest families in Kanto's District One, though that's really not saying much. Since Team Rocket's takeover, the Surge family has held a reputation of disloyalty to their oppresive rulers, and because of this are often at odds with other Pokemon in a distritct largely supportive of the syndicate. Richter was taken from his family by Team Rocket when he was but a little Pichu, as punishment for his father's attempt to steal secret documents from their headquarters.

Spending his childhood in a steel cage, Richter evolved into his next stage from a desire for power rather than bonding with someone. As he grew, the Rockets performed various experiments on him, including injecting him with the DNA of humans and other Pokemon. This caused certain mutations in Richter, the most noticable result being his large size. His brain also developed exponentially, and he became far more intelligent than any human, though still below that of Psychic-type Pokemon.

As a teenager, Richter was forcibly evolved again with a Thunderstone, and as his mind developed, he became harder for the Rocket scientists to control. After completely destroying a laboratory in a fit of rage, he was determined a failure and was to be disposed of. A Rocket executive took notice in the Raichu's abilities, however, and became quite interested. It was then determined that Richter was to take part in the upcoming Hunger Games, and should he suceed he would be allowed to return to his family. Though he had no trust for the executive, Richter agreed, knowing he could use this opportunity for his own end. He could care less for the other Tributes, and planned to use them as a distraction while he trained even more in secret. If he could convince any other competitors to work with him, he would allow it, but he was just as willing to work alone to exact his revenge on Team Rocket and free all Pokemon from their grasp. If nothing else, he desires to use the Hunger Games as a means to get close to Team Rocket's high-ranking officers.
Roleplay Sample
https://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=283427&page=2 Not even two hours old. =P
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I'll be doing my own SU in a bit. But for now...

I'll accept Krazzik once he gets his RP sample up. Mystical Mermaid is now officially accepted as the first tribute to the Pokemon Hunger Games as Raichu!

Okay, so do tell me if you'd like me to change anything or everything. I really hope this is up to par. x3

Name: Isis
Gender: Female
Region: Northern Sinnoh
Pokemon/District: Glaceon from District 8
Appearance:

Isis has long legs and a muscular build (from hunting), accompanied by an aura of pensiveness. She often has a neutral expression, her eyes giving away very little about her inner dwellings. At other times she appears kind, a caring expression gracing her features, making her appear very approachable.

On the outside she has light blue fur that glimmers with frost. She has slight scars all over her body, though none very prominent. She has a very fluid and graceful way of walking, light on her feet. She tries to carry herself with that amount of grace, believing it to show off skill, with perfectly timed jumps and smooth swings of her paws.

Personality: Calm and composed, you'd be hard pressed to find a moment when Isis has lashed out or started to panic. From her years of hunting alone, she had become very quiet, rarely makind small talk, or any kind of conversation. She had a particular liking for children, however, a motherly instinct passed down from her mother, and she feels the need to protect those weaker than her.

Isis is intelligent enough, keeping her moth closed, even if she had a strong opinion. Although she has become resigned to the rules of society under Team Rocket, she has a particular loathing for it. She isn't actively rebellious though, more inclined to make sly comments about her opinions, rather that to speak them.

She is generous and well, giving to those in need, despite being poor as she is. That said, Isis is bitter and cold to those who hurt or take care of others. She has very strong morals.

History: Isis was born in the northernmost part of District 8, on one of those rare days when the snow clouds didn't block out the sun. To her mother, a poor, impoverished Glaceon it was like a beacon of hope. The birth of her daughter was the only thing that brought her joy in such a terrible state of life, and in all of the world Isis was the one thing most dear to her.

Though it was a miserable existence, Isis's mother tried her hardest to bring her child comfort, and the priceless chance at an actual childhood. She sacrificed what little she had, becoming a hunter, selling to the black market., a practice not tolerated in her district. Yet it was utter bliss, the relationship between mother and child, as if nothing was wrong in the world. But to them, the world was cruel, and though they spent many years together they were quickly torn apart. Isis's mother went out to hunt one morning and never returned.

Isis waited patiently for many days, living on the small stash of food they had stored. She was naive, still believing with every passing day that her mother was coming back as she always had. Instinct was the only thing that kept her alive, the need for food and clean water. She had to become strong and fight for herself, because nobody was willing to take in another mouth to feed.

She didn't understand it at the time, the laughs and jeers from the people of the black market, when she barged into the place where they held their dealings, insisting to take over for her mother. She did exactly as she said though, starting as a clumsy hunter, on a good day bringing back small, messy kills, and on a bad day coming back with nothing but an empty stomach.

Within a few years Isis's innocence was gone completely. Though she was still so young, she had evolved into a Glaceon, and the majority of her days were spent on hunting. She found a small purpose in her life, though.

She had gone out to hunt, the usual motion of her day, and on her way back found a dead Mamoswine with her two baby Swinub, so young they couldn't yet speak, poking and prodding at her, trying to wake her up. Isis, overwhelmed with sympathy, forgot all about delivering the day's kill and curled around them, keeping them warm for the rest of the night, and coming back each day to feed them.

She soon became known to share her kill with orphan Pokemon, and those truly impoverished. It meant much more work for her, but she couldn't imagine leaving a single Pokemon to starve. Many cruel Pokemon took advantage of that, putting on a show to get food, but Isis continued anyways, against her better judgment.

She was like a mother to the people of the northern District 8, even though she was still a young teenager.

That was why it was such a surprise that she was called forth for the Hunger Games. History had repeated itself, tearing her away from those she loved. Then and there her fate was decided. District 8 never one, and even a seasoned hunter would be no different. But Isis made a resolve, to come back as her own mother never could.

Roleplay Sample: I hope this'll do. xP

Name: Gilles

Gender: Male

Region: Central Hoenn, on east side of dividing line

Pokémon/district: Zangoose from District 6

Appearance: Gilles has a fierce appearance with his wicked sharp claws and scars that line over his entire body beneath his fur. As such, several patches of fur on his body are missing and expose his bare skin, which is covered in scars. Beneath his fur and scars, powerful muscles are hidden that were the result of his tree climbing and hunting. Gilles has bloodshot eyes from the hours he's spent awake. Gilles' claws are slightly shorter than the average Zangoose, but are thicker and tougher as well, allowing him to crush even the hardest of skulls and rocks with his devastating crush claw attack. Gilles has keen senses, utilizing his sharp nose to catch hints of the faintest smells and even use his ears to catch the highest frequencies of sounds. Every hair follicle on Gilles' body that hasn't been ripped out from an attack stands on end when he's nervous and feels the air, acting as one large feeler that allows him to feel and evade attacks before they manage to harm him with a near perfect detect technique. As a hunter and prey, Gilles' body is built perfectly.

Spoiler:

Personality: Gilles is a bluntly straightforward Pokémon who refuses to mince words and always states his opinion clearly. When asked questions, he doesn't hesitate to answer, nor does he hesitate to call others on their lies. Gilles tends to do the latter mentioned quite often, as he has grown paranoid through his life span. He has stayed up for whole days before in order to keep a watch on his surroundings and he has an excellent grasp over personalities, able to judge movements, words, expressions, and actions accurately enough before deciding whether to be wary of pokemon/person or not. Despite his paranoia, Gilles doesn't typically act hostile to others, preferring to remain silent and observe carefully with the expanded senses he's honed throughout his life in District 6. Those who knew him and still live say that he 'is liable insane, but not always in a bad way'. If Gilles had to explain it, he's say that he got so tired of being afraid, he abandoned sanity along with his dying parents. While outside of battle, he may be quite and brooding, he uses shameless tactics during combat and is impossible to provoke, accepting the titles of 'coward' and other incriminating terms with an amused grin.

History: Gilles was born in the trees of district seven, in the area that had once been the route just east of the area formally known as "Mauville City". He was raised by his parents just long enough to know how to hunt properly before he witnessed their deaths at the hands a former ally whom they had worked with throughout the years. Rather than trying to fight back, Gilles simply turned his back and ran for days, using all his hunting skill to make sure he did not become the prey. Gilles never returned to seek revenge or even bother to remember the killer's name or face. He never wanted to see a traitor again for as long as he lived. In the years following, Gilles developed his warped perspective where he was suspicious of everyone and yet was friendly with them all the same. He never hesitated to end the life of others when they began to act suspiciously without explanation, while at the same time he never tolerated it when he sawo thers being mistreated by whom they would call 'friends', taking the lives of the offenders as well. Some began to call him some sort of 'avenger'. Others called him 'insane'. He didn't care what he was called, so long as he was alive. Ironically, he believes that he is helping those he kills by sending them to a 'place better than here'.

Roleplay sample:

Ugly. Old. Lost. Useless. Funny.

The sound of berries hitting the side of a tree echoed through the forest as Gilles tossed one after another after examining it carefully in his claws. He picked up a Sitrus berry, snorted, and tossed it into the growing pile. That one had been lackluster.

"Come out, Uriel, I know you're there."

The Swellow landed on a tree bough high above Gilles with a coy smile as he watched the Zangoose continue to examine and throw berries. "Hey, Gilles, buddy, how's it going?"

"Cut the bull and tell me what you want." Gilles said with an inflectionless tone. Uriel sighed.

"Come on now, Gilles, don't be so cold. You're representing us in this year's Games, aren't you? I just wanted to make sure you weren't nervous, or nothing."

"Why would I be nervous?" Gilles asked suspiciously. "They haven't even begun yet. And even when they do, how could I be the least bit scared? I already know what's going to happen. It's been the same for the past sixty-six years."

"Oh? You're not afraid? That's a shocker."

"Kill or be killed…that's the life I've been living for all these years."

"That's whyI'm confident you're gonna win, bud. No one know how to survive like you do!"

"Don't be ridiculous…" Gilles snapped. "Survive? Taking the lives of eleven others who you would not otherwise even meet is called surviving?You know, as well as I, that what happens during the Games is nothing but murder for the sake of pleasure."

"But you'll still win, right?"

Gilles shifted to glare up at Uriel and the bird Pokémon yelped in surprise, looking completely flustered.

"Alright, alright!" Uriel sighed. "I'm going. Good luck, man!"

Gilles continued to toss the berries as Uriel flapped off into the cover of trees. This one was too empty. This one was too perfect.

"Ridiculous."Gilles muttered once again as he observed the Pecha berry in his claw now. This one was too flawed. "Win? You can only do that when everyone else loses. In these games, there are exactly twelve of us, each and every time."

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(District 10 Sacrifice) Zhengzhou Luanda the Meinshao -Sign-Up

Name: Zhengzhou Luanda

Gender: Female

Region: In the snowy mountaintops of District 10

Pokemon: Mienshao

District: 10th

Appearance:

Zhengzhou stands at about 5'11", nearly towering over other Mienshao of her kind. Through processes unknown, her body slowly began to adapt and became much more dexterous and nimble. Her chest, having caved in and structurized itself further up her torso, now breaths short and rapid, but smooth. This new apparatus enables her to make extremely long strides and attack for hours without breaks. The loose skin and fur that form the whips on her arms have grown long and sleek, allowing for further reach and dead-on effectiveness in-battle.

As for her legs, she has trained herself to stand upright and posterous, unlike the sloppy weasel-like stance found in the weaker, lesser versions of Mienshao kind. Her knees and calves, while small and brittle in appearance, can deliver powerful and destructive blows. The power concentrated from her core and focused into the joints of her legs grant her the strength to separate chunks of earth from ground, and break apart rock from boulders as well.

Personality: Zhengzhou is blunt and short, speaking only when spoken to, and keeping conversation as little as she can manage when she does. When she's not speaking, her mind always looks at peace. Thinking, scheming. There is no surefire way of determining just what really is going on in the mind of the elusive Fighting-Type Pokemon.

She is exceptionally cunning, using her nimble movements and disciplined eyes to decipher opponents and their motions, all without batting an eyelash to blink in between. Using her inner sense of focus, she meditates to recollect and assess any inner conflicts she may be facing. This form of being tends to relieve her of much built-up angst and anxiety, what little she may feel of it, that is.

While always ever so calm, this does not betray her ability to keep a close guard at all times, and to always watch out for her surroundings. However, while she does try her hardest to maintain her composure and mannerisms whilst in unknown territory, her distant sense of direction almost always seems to fail her. She can never cease to feel like the "odd woman out" when things begin to change and she's not used to any new happenings. That physical flaw on her part is what prompted Zhengzhou to find solice in training alone atop the chilled hilltops of Twist Mountain.

History: Zhengzhou's learned to accept it. The Hunger Games, the loss of love and respect she used to have from a loving Trainer ... all of it, she's come to accept. None of which came easily; it almost took her nearly 5 long years to have finally meditated enough to suppress her pains and forgive any and all responsible for her Trainer's death.

While under the care of another human, Zhengzhou was treated fairly. She was allowed her peaceful hours alone with her meditation, she'd been granted her regiment of training that could only have been regulated under the watchful eyes of someone who would only want to look out for her.

It didn't take long for Giovanni to spread his cold dictatorial influence across the world. Reaching out so far that not even the organizations filled into their own regions were powerful enough to stop their facade. It'd been too late to stop them ... once they came to Unova. Zhengzhou regretfully cannot remember the name of her late Trainer, which she'd already established long ago was only for the best; she had suppressed it all.

No longer could she remember the demeanor her Trainer may have used, their face, voice, eye color. Not even so much as a breath of Zhengzhou's master came through the psychological barriers she'd built around them. The pain of remembering such a time would only make her weaker, more vulnerable. That's something she couldn't stand for.

If it's one thing Zhengzhou would remember, it was that she would get her chance to fight. Do what her Trainer never got the chance to finish. She at least knew that the dying wish of someone who had fought so hard to protect something so special to them couldn't be to see it all go in vain. She didn't even need to hear their voice to know that.

When word reached her eyes of the next Pokemon Hunger Games, during one of her routine reconnaissance runs, she readily jumped up in representation of her district. People gave her confused and all the more frightened glares. Was she crazy? Had a death wish? Was someone she knew in the Games this year?

No. Her reason was her own, she didn't need the recognition of the lowly Pignite that bawled her thanks for taking her place. Why would you thank her? She merely prolonged the inevitable. Sure, she saved you this year. But what happens to you in the next when word gets back that you were the original sacrifice? Would they just let that all go and find a replacement? Not very likely.

Despite that, Zhengzhou trained and practiced day and night for the event, even going as far as two fuse sleep with meditation, as to make proper use of every waking moment to its entirety.

She knew she was ready to go in, and her opponents needed to watch out.

Roleplay Sample:

Starsprite, silverexorcist, and CrumbledCandyWrapper are all accepted! Starsprite will represent District 8 as Glaceon, silverexorcist will represent District 6 as Zangoose, and CCW will be Mienshao from District 10.

All SUs submitted so far are absolutely wonderful!

Name: Alexis Gilardino

Gender: Male

Region: Orange Islands

Pokemon/District: Infernape, of District 12

Appearance:

Alexis is a slight above average sized Infernape, standing at 5'11" and weighing in at just over 124 pounds. Infernape is slightly more muscular than a majority of his species, however, it is hardly noticeable other than his legs. As a result, Alexis has always been seen as good looking to the rest of his kind, a fact he takes great pleasure in. Alexis' expression is usually sour, which matches his personality. His eyes are a brilliant blue, however joy rarely brightens them to their full potential. The Pokémon's mouth contains two dozen razor sharp teeth, which can be used as lethal weapons. The flame atop the male's head burns somewhat brighter than those of his peers.

The fur of Alexis is mainly a reddish-brown colour, the Infernape also has patches of white fur on its torso, arms, legs and head. The fire type has swirl-patterned, gold shoulder pads, chest plate, bracelets and knee pads. Alexis also wears a red scarf around its neck that matches the colour of the flames it can produce at will. The hands, feet and inner ear of the Infernape are all a navy-blue colour. Alexis is a very nimble Pokémon, who also packs a punch with its speed and strength being its most impressive attributes.

Personality: Alexis is as his type would let on, he has a fiery personality and is very hot headed. The Infernape is extremely reckless and is driven by his passion. The male's parents and grandparents often put others before themselves, however, as Alexis has seen what this leads to, has rid himself of the family trait. He now puts himself first, other than his Grandfather of course. The Pokémon has always had a hatred against the Capitol after he found out what they put his family through. As a result, he has often voiced his opinions of them to his friends, something that may not have been so wise in hindsight.

Due to his impressive physical appearance, Alexis has always been approached by females of his species and envied by other males. As a result of this, the Infernape has built up an air of superiority over the years and his ego has inflated greatly. Despite District 12 being extremely poor, Infernape comes from one of the better off families, which doesn't help his over confidence. The Pokémon is often seen as cocky, and many elders in the District have a fairly poor opinion of the fire type, who doesn't much care for their opinions.

History: Alexis was born and raised in the upper class area of District 12. Despite this, the male's family barely scraped by and the young fire type had to work, fishing and transporting goods from a young age. The boy immediately showcased a talent for these professions, however when his father passed away the child took over his job in the Black Market, where he helped transporting illegal goods around the island for a large paycheck in return. Despite his reluctance of doing the job at first, he became skilled at it and as a result, began enjoying it. As a result of avoiding the guards on the island while transporting the goods, the male has became a very stealthy character.

Alexis was brought up for a majority of his life by his grandfather and father. His grandmother died of starvation before Alexis was born, and his mother passed away not too long after the boy was born from the same cause. The male's father was reaped for the Hunger Games just as Alexis became an Infernape. His father fought valiantly finishing a respectable fourth, but Alexis fell depressed after his death. The Infernape realized that he was now the main earner for the family now, and after realizing how fishing and transporting goods was not enough to support both him and his grandfather, so took his fathers job at the Black Market, where he excelled. His grandfather once participated in the Hunger Games, and emerged victor in the 9th Annual Games. Alexis' grandfather told him what the world was like before the Rockets took over, and Alexis has sworn to do his best to get the world back to how it once was.

Roleplay Sample:
From Pokémon: Desperate Measures

Both Curious and TurkishDelight have been accepted! Curious will represent District 4 as Umbreon, while TurkishDelight will represent District 12 as Infernape!

CURSE YOU PC FOR EATING MY POST. Anyways, I wanted to give you guys an idea of what the first chapter will be. It's going to take place right *after* the reaping, so you'll be surrounded by other Pokemon who will react to your departure. You can create any NPCs in your first post such as any family members, friends, or anyone the character might now that have won the previous Pokemon Hunger Games. More info will be on the first post of the IC I'm writing up at this moment. :)

5 spots are still open right now if anyone reading this and is interested in signing up! The spots open are: Scyther, Seviper, Floatzel, Gothitelle, and Dragonair. Floatzel is still open unless Krazzik submits another RP sample. :( My activity will be lowered this weekend so I'll be a bit slow on accepting more SUs. Ryan should take a peek at this thread sometime this weekend. :)

Edit: I'll be submitting my SU for Meganium later today. :)

Name: Naganelle "Regret" Feist
Gender: Female
Region: Kanto
Pokemon/District: Scyther/District 2

Appearance:
Regret has fierce green eyes, catlike pupils staying narrowed in battle. Her scaly hide is host to many various marks and scars from hardships over the years, as well as a dark colored birthmark on the left side of her abdomen. She stands at about 6'3, a normal height for female Scyther, and is around 120 lbs. Regret does not often wear any kind of clothing besides her cloak that she wears during her assassin work, unless needed to feel comfortable in her environment (A scarf in the winter, a hat on sunny days, etc.) She tries to keep her blades sharp, sometimes even going to the point of obsessing over their quality. For unknown reasons, she hates being dirty, and is very hygienic and tries her best to keep up her appearance and health, so she is most often seen in a clean state. Regret has a dog tag like necklace that she wears as a good luck charm. On it are inscribed in footprint runes "Per Oculus Miles" (Which means "Through the eyes of a soldier"), a token that was handed down through her family. A high believer in superstitions, she normally carries a sprig of white heather with her, an herb said to bring good luck and ward off evil spirits. She does not fly very often due to her rather odd fear of heights, so she keeps her wings folded neatly on her back, nearly invisible.

Personality: Regret is typically what one would describe as sassy. She hates taking orders and is very rebellious, liking to cause arguments and disagree. She doesn't have much friends and tends to stay away from groups and do things on her own. Regret is a bit overconfident and narcissistic, feeling that she can do anything without help from anyone and still be successful.
Regret is deathly scared of heights, a strange phobia for a flying species. She tends to be very selfish and unempathetic, only caring for her own well-being and rarely helping the more unfortunate. When she does help others, however, she isn't generous at all. Regret does have a conscience,… She just doesn't like to help others without rewards. As she believes in superstitions, she tries to do things for good luck (knocking on wood, having white heather, etc.)
She is a very hard worker overall, and isn't very inclined to give up on things. She is a great fighter with her scythes, having been training for many years.
Regret isn't very opinionated when it comes to stating her thoughts on a matter. Rather, she usually prefers rude comments on other's opinions, feeling that by saying what she thinks on another's thoughts she can get her point through.
She has a strong hate for humans that comes from their control of all the regions. With that, she hopes to one day end their reign by training kind and merciful Peacekeepers to oppose them.

History: Regret grew up in a large home with her rather abusive father and brother. Compared to other Pokemon in District 2, they were pretty well off, even having enough money to have a decent meal every night. Her brother didn't stay with them very long, leaving once he found a wife. Regret never really became attached to him. Without family to protect her, as the years passed, her father became more and more abusive. When Regret was only around nine years old, she killed him in his sleep, wanting to be rid of his insane and violent actions. She was able to cover up his death fairly well, the Peacekeepers unable to recover who was the killer. Regret went to live with her brother and his wife until she was old enough to survive on her own.
Only weeks after her father's murder, she began to feel regret for her actions, guilt plaguing her once innocent and kind soul. Before long, she found herself becoming an assassin, killing other's enemies and rivals for large sums of money. She began to go by the alias of Regret by night, killing many Pokemon without much more guilt. Her skills grew, and she was able to make a good living without having too much suspicion out of the Peacekeepers.
At the age of about 13, she was nearly discovered after murdering a Pinsir in a rather messy fight. Scared for her life, she quit her nightjob as an assassin for a short amount of time, and worked for the next few years as a normal Pokemon in District 2. However, when her brother's son was killed in his training to become a peacekeeper when a cruel trainer pushed him too far, she wanted to avenge her nephew. And so she set out on the path of an assassin once more. Beginning to like the feeling of being a sort of vigilante for Pokemon in despair, she started to only provide her services for righteous reasons. Regret felt she was becoming a better person.
At age 15, she began to work in the training of Peacekeepers, hoping to sprout a rebellion in Panem by training the Pokemon in more righteous ways. However, her plans were stopped when she was chosen for the Hunger Games. Her only motivation to win is to continue training Peacekeepers so she may thwart the Capitol. (Or it's headquarters in this, right?)

Roleplay Sample:

"No, Hunter!" The Scyther growled to her apprentice. "You must be faster! Think if a Pokemon was just running off; they would have been out of sight by now!"

"I-I'm sorry, Naganelle…" The riolu stammered, looking down. "I-I've just been… Really tired lately…"

"No excuses!" She hissed. "Now try it again!" Hunter winced at her harsh words, before turning to try the exercise she had set up for him again. If I were not his mentor, she thought, he would have came out of that with more than just a tongue lashing.

She watched, disappointed with his quality of training. It was true, he did seem rather sluggish and unmotivated lately, uncommon for one as young as him. Perhaps there is something wrong with his quality of life at home? She remembered with disdain how difficult her training had been, not just with her rude and unforgiving mentor, but the abuse she had suffered through at the hands of her father.

"Hunter!" Regret called the Riolu over as he was his by a moving block, blood beginning to pour out of his nose. He stood up slowly before walking over to her slowly; it was obvious he thought he was in for some kind of punishment.

"Child, what is wrong with you? You have not been giving your best as expected."

"I'm v-very sorry…" He looked down.

"You haven't answered me. What is wrong with you? Has something been disrupting your training beyond my notice?"

Hunter glanced up at her, pawing at his bleeding nose before answering. "My older sister… She takes care of me…" He stopped for a moment, trying to staunch the flow of his lifeblood. "She has been very sick lately… And not able to work… I haven't eaten in days… And I've been spending most of my time trying to take care of her."

A stab of pity hit her unexpectedly. She thought he had been lazy, perhaps staying up to play with his friends, not this. Regret shook the soft and unwelcome feelings away before responding.

"Tomorrow, you are off training." She stated. "You will come to my home with me tonight. I will see what I can do about your sister tomorrow."

"…But… She will worry…"

"We will visit her before we go."

"Thank you, Naganelle…"

"Now, enough of this! I expect you will not fail this exercise again." She nodded for him to proceed, watching him closely as he avoided the moving obstacles. Truly, this young Pokemon had a good heart, and she knew he would be a good Peacekeeper one day. She could only hope that he would not be chosen in the reaping in a few days time…

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"And our District 2 Tribute is… Hunter Mori!"

Regret was stunned. Her hopes of Hunter's future were just ruined in one unfortunate moment. He knew of her plans for the future, her plans to train good, merciful peacekeepers to watch over innocent Pokemon… Those plans could not be crushed.

In District 2, volunteers were not odd or unexpected… She pondered her decision as she watched Hunter walk somberly towards the steps leading to the announcer… And then looked over at his still sick sister, tears welling up in her eyes… Surely, with her skill as an assassin, she could win the games and continue training her precious apprentice.

"If I may," Regret announced, "I would like to volunteer as a tribute."

All eyes turned on her. Hope and astonishment filled Hunter's eyes as he ran back towards his sister and Regret took his place.

"Well, this is certainly going to be an exciting Hunger Games!" The announcer, a Spinda noted. "Now, what is your name?"

"My name…" Regret said confidently, "Is Naganelle Feist. And I am going to win these games."


Whew! I've been working on this for three long days! I hope my SU is okay! :)

I think those three days are worth it. :D You are now accepted. :) You will be representing District 2 as a Scyther in the Pokemon Hunger Games! :)

Kay now... 3 spots remaining! I haven't even done my SU yet, so I should be able to get it up by today.

Edit: Just accepted krazzik, representing District 7 as Floatzel! :)

Yeah...I'm still accepting people. :D I look forward to that SU, Ozcake!

I made an entire SU for the Floatzel... And then I lost it.

I'l post it later.

Aww okay XD Guess it was good I lost it.

Why isn't Floatzel's name on the taken tributes list?

Hooh54 said:

Aww okay XD Guess it was good I lost it.

Why isn't Floatzel's name on the taken tributes list?

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Because Megan is a lazy little mod Because Megan hasn't updated the list yet ;)

Haven't updated it yet. I'll get to it right now. Whoops!

The Pokemon that aren't taken are Dragonair, Gothitelle, and Seviper. I'm willing to open an extra spot for Meganium if demand arises, though!