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West Wind District is where all the trade happens. All the stores, shops and merchant stands in the city are there; set up anywhere else, they're against the law. The Pinnacle is off limits.
Appearance: Elizabeth seems to slightly stand out as opposed to more of the usual Roserade around her. She is slightly thinner than most of her species. Her white, fluffy, hair-like petals on her head are long, growing down her back and pulled into a ponytail of sorts with some dark purple ribbon. The bangs of her hair droop down over her left eye, usually keeping it covered under most circumstances. As an odd birth trait, both of the roses on her hands are blue in color. Her cloak-like leaf that she wears on her back is tattered on the bottom, as if worn from traveling and age.
She wears a pair of bracelets along her forearms, which seem to resemble that of the collar around her neck. A brown belt with several pouches rests along her waist, this usually serving as a sort of storage for anything she may steal while out and about. The yellow-tips of her leg-stems are a bit longer than most, almost making it look as if she is wearing a pair of boots.
Personality: Honest, generous, and trustworthy. All of these terms are ones that should never be used when describing Elizabeth. Elizabeth is a snarky and tricky Roserade with a love for the coin and thievery. She has a silver tongue, and is not above bending the truth to get what she wants and when she wants it.
Because of all this, Elizabeth can be quite difficult to truly get to know. Her mannerisms and behavior has earned her quite a reputation of being untrustworthy. As a result, she often does not form any real attachments with those around her. After all, why form a bond when chances are you will simply destroy it later on?
Some could go as far as to say that this sort of behavior and thinking have made Elizabeth lonely, and there may be a bit of truth to that statement. However, even if it is true the Roserade would never openly admit it herself.
History: Born and raised in Indrasil, Elizabeth was abandoned at an early age, way back when she was a mere Budew. Alone in the world, the plant was forced to do whatever it took to stay alive. Without anyone in the world to care or help her, Elizabeth began to steal in order to survive. At first, she would only take things she needed to survive.
As time went on, Elizabeth's skills and talents were recognized by the Thieve's Guild of Indrasil. While she did have some initial talent, Elizabeth had plenty of room for growth and development. As such, she was recruited into the guild and began to be trained to further her skills and abilities. After being alone for such a time early in her life, Elizabeth was not sure if she could truly trust those within the guild. However as time went by and she grew into a Roselia, Elizabeth began to see the guild as a family of sorts, much like the one she never got to have.
Elizabeth's skills have continued to flourish overtime, earning her a rather comfortable position within the guild. Yet, she has not let her increased rank go to her head and become lazy. Rather, she now uses it much more to her benefit. Although being a thief has led her to quite enjoy her life that most would find rather undesirable. While things all seem well for Elizabeth, now a Roserade, she still finds that there is a void in her life that she is seeking to fill...
As of recently, Elizabeth had heard tales of a group of traveling heroes in search of the Elemental Plates of legend, and their plan to use them to combat King Aion and his selfish desires. She is also aware of the king's desire to collect to collect the plates to strengthen his own power. While Elizabeth has little interests in such conflicts, the chance to collect the plates for herself... to strengthen the guild's power is something so enticing that the Roserade could not just pass it up. So, she has set out to see about doing what she does best: Stealing, lying, and anything necessary to collect the plates of legend of herself.
It was a cool and calm evening as two lone Pokemon strolled down the streets of Indrasil. The stars sparkled overhead, resembling diamonds in the dark night sky. One of the Pokemon, a Raichu chuckled as the two Pokemon walked.
"I trust you had an enjoyable evening, dear?" the Raichu asked, giving his companion a warm smile. "I only pick the best when it comes to the wine, you know. Surely it was to your liking..."
Elizabeth smiled as she leaned her head on the Raichu's shoulder. "Oh my, yes. It had quite the rich flavor... Not anything like I've tried before in my life, Charles."
"Well, I'm glad you did, Elizabeth," The Raichu chuckled once more. "Now, I dare say it may perhaps be a bit bold of me, but I do believe there is but one more thing that would make this evening absolutely perfect."
The two paused in their walk, as Charles the Raichu turned away from the Roserade. He began to rummage around in his pocket, clearly to be looking for something. The smile on his lips grew wide as he found the object he had been looking for, a lovely golden necklace with a blue jewel of sorts resting in the middle, as a pendant of sorts. Elizabeth's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she eyed the rather lovely piece of jewelry.
"Oh, my... Charles, surely this put you back a pretty coin?" Elizabeth exclaimed in surprise.
"Indeed, however, it is a rare treasure my dear... One befitting of beauty like yourself," Charles replied. He took the necklace in his hands carefully, placing it around the Roserade's necklace with care. "It makes you look even more radiant than you already were before, my dear."
"Indeed..." Elizabeth replied.
It had been quite the pleasant evening. Dinner had been absolutely charming, served with a rich, full bodied wine. It had been followed through with a calm and relaxing walk along the streets under an absolutely beautiful, starlit night. And now, she had been presented with a beautiful, priceless piece of jewelry? It almost left Elizabeth speechless... over how stupid this Raichu was.
She focused her attention back to Charles, who seemed to be waiting for something. He was giving the Roserade absolutely stupid looks, his lips puckering a bit and a love-struck gaze radiating in his eyes. It almost made her feel bad that she was about to rob him blind... But hey, money was money, and if this Raichu had done ANYTHING obviously, it was showing just how loaded he was.
"Goodness..." the Roserade whispered. "Are you certain...? Do you not feel this is a bit... oh my..."
The Raichu chuckled. "Of course not, dear... Please... Let us enjoy a pleasant evening to this most delightful night..."
Elizabeth giggled a shyly as she nodded. Slowly, she leaned close to Charles. Her eyes locking with his...
"Charles... I've just one thing to tell you before our lips... our hearts meet..." the Roserade whispered.
"Y-Yes, dear?" Charles replied, his voice quivering with anticipation.
"You're a moron."
Before Charles could respond, a bright, vibrant light filled the area. The Raichu winced in pain as he tried to block out the brightness that exploded outward around the duo. However despite his best efforts, he could not regain his sight. He suddenly felt a sharp, stinging sensation pound into his gut, causing the Raichu to fall to the ground in pain. A sick, nauseating feeling slowly began to rise up from the pit of his stomach.
"E-Elizabeth? Elizabeth, what's this all about?!" Charles demanded to know.
However, he got no response from the Roserade. Seconds felt like hours as the sick feeling in his stomach got worse, his vision slowly clearing as the light faded away. The Raichu slowly climbed to his feet and began to look about.
The necklace and Elizabeth were no where to be found... and he could not help, but notice that his satchel of coin was quite a bit lighter as well...
Hey guys, just an official announcement on a seemingly important matter.
Your characters are now able to use all the moves of their Mastery that they learn while leveling up, regardless of the number of moves they already know. I'll make an example out of Tsulong's moveset to make sure everybody understands how this works.
Old moveset:Fire Fang, Flare Blitz, Flamethrower, Extremespeed, Dig, Iron Tail
New moveset: Crunch, Take Down, Reversal, Extremespeed, Dig, Iron Tail
The fire-type moves were removed, because he can use every fire-type move he's ever learned. Makes sense, no? He is the Exemplar of Fire, after all.
Why?
No use limiting our fun to a six moves only moveset. Let's expand our capabilities! They're the Masters of their Type, so, naturally, they should be able to wield all the attacks they have ever learned of that type. You can post your own moveset here, if you want.
Bone Club, Close Combat, Double Chop, Aura Sphere, Dark Pulse, Extremespeed
To
Bone Club, Poison Jab, Double Chop, Blaze Kick, Dark Pulse, Extremespeed
Does this knowing all of their mastery moves thing include TM/Move Tutor moves that they could learn, or just moves gained through natural level progression?
Soo...uhm, hi everybody. After talking with Sir Bastian and Mr. Maverick, I was quickly convinced into joining this fantastic RP. Ray and I worked together on a character and this is what we came up with. I hope everybody enjoys her and that it's acceptable. :3
Name: Adelaide Sinclair. (Typically referred to as 'Lady Adelaide' or simply 'Lady'. Only family dare use her pet name of 'Addy' and never in public. Those of a more uncouth nature call her directly 'Adelaide' to her great annoyance.)
Age:18
Gender: Female
Species: Ninetales
Elemental Mastery: Fire
Appearance: A young and regal looking Ninetales, Adelaide prides herself on appearance as any proper lady would. Trained from when she was a pup, Adelaide always practiced proper grooming. As a result, her lustrous coat seems to shimmer like silk and ripple like a golden river when in direct sunlight. A marker of her family heritage, the center tail of her nine is a splendid silvery blue that divides the rest. Other than that distinguishing mark, she only wears a high quality, crimson, scarf that ties about her neck. The scarf is in fantastic shape, but the age of the item is noticeable by where a skilled seamstress has left her marks as it was repaired over the years. One will need to be very close to notice however. Often in private, she will nuzzle at it when nobody is watching. She has had the scarf in her possession for longer than she can remember.
Personality: Prim, proper and often pompous, Adelaide is not of a personality type that is easily handled well by others. With a temperament that resides more on the fiery side, Adelaide is not afraid to speak her mind unless politics dictate she hold her tongue. Reared from pup-hood onward to be always the lady, she forces herself to guard her words even if she may be simmering with spite and anger underneath.
Her training and education often make her seem pretentious to those she sees as the "commoners". She seems this way to others because she, quite frankly, is pretentious. Adelaide does not enjoy mixing with others below her social status. Even if her position dictates so, it is usually possible for others to tell that she is doing so out of duty, not out of her own desire.
That's not to say that Addy is uncaring or cold. Although these may not be her strongest traits, Addy can care for others, especially those of her family and political circles. Under intense scrutiny from an outside source, one could glean that she is a quelled flame that is only doing her duty. Of course, like others, there is always more thriving below the surface.
Adelaide secretly fears failure and making an embarrassment of herself in public. Although she is sharp as a blade, she can lose herself when self doubt begins to creep up. If she doesn't have a confidant, she quickly becomes lonely and withdrawn. She likes to talk out problems and attack them from all angles, but she would prefer having somebody to bounce the ideas off of; this is mostly attributed to her youth.
Being a lady of her home, she does put Port Ragho's interests above others. With a very keen sense of duty instilled in her, anything else would be almost unthinkable.
History: Born in the proud port city of Ragho, with the sea at her back and shipwright's laboring under her daily gaze, every moment of Adelaide's life seemed to be planned from conception.
Announced as a lady from the very second of her birth, she was in fact born into a very affluent and well to do family. Under the guidance of her grandmother, the matriarch in charge of Ragho, things were set in motion completely out of her control. Never really experiencing being a pup, she was removed from the average citizen and given the best education and etiquette training one could ask for.
Day and night she would suffer the riggers of arithmetic and posture. Secretly, she would look out the windows of her home and long for the life the street urchins had. Their carefree attitude was infectious, but any hope she had of joining them was quickly trained out of her.
By the time she was fourteen, Adelaide could wine and dine with the best of any political party. Countless appearances were made beside her grandmother, the main tutor she was learning under. She would aid in anything that needed doing for her. The two did eventually become very close and their bond showed that. Addy spent time with her grandmother not because she solely had to but because she wanted to.
It wasn't until her fifteenth birthday that her world seemed to become bustling and filled with intrigue. Her grandmother chided her and told her that the real work was only just now beginning. That she had been spared the true horrors of her station when she had been but a pup. As if her training had not already been enough, tactical and political maneuvering began to be the lessons of the day. No longer was she to be a lady in waiting, although she still very much was, she was to be so much more.
Pulling her aside in secret and speaking in an undertone, her precious grandmother broke the news. A marriage had been arranged, something that Adelaide knew was a possibility. It blindsided her, but Addy knew that an arranged marriage was a wise marriage. Especially when she found out who was to be her betrothed. Once details slowly began to emerge, it came to be revealed that she was to marry none other than the Crown Prince of Indrasil, Gale Stanwix. It was a power play that would be a stroke of genius for both parties. Addy knew that love was only secondary to these benefits and quickly became content with the plan. Besides, the Luxray was not hard on the eyes as far as she could tell.
A gift was presented to her a few days later, although it seemed more like shackles at first. A wild looking and shadowy Zangoose arrived at her door bearing a letter from her grandmother. With her increased importance in Ragho's political affairs, she would need a protector, strategist and companion. His name was Alex, in hushed whispers of the street folk, he was more commonly called "The Blackluster".
The two didn't exactly hit it off on first blush. Addy would love to talk and be patronizing, whilst Alex simply nodded and ignored her. Only after increased exposure did the two finally develop a mutual respect. Addy still considered him beneath her station, but she tolerated his presence if he was of benefit. He proved that on the day he stopped a stealthy assassin from gaining entrance to her chambers. Most likely the threat was from within the city, a member of the Ragho cartel. The very source of her family's power, was also her greatest threat. During the three years they've been acquainted, Alex and Addy negotiated and persevered over countless such attempts of deceit and political maneuvering.
Her eighteenth name year has just recently arrived. Things have stayed the course only with more and more perplexity added upon each layer. With her wedding day quickly arriving upon her, she knows the day will come that her current workload will only be further multiplied. Awaiting that day not with excitement, but with a resigned sense of duty, she plots and plans like a lady. Just like she was meant to.
Moves: Safeguard, Hex, Confuse Ray, Extrasensory, Energy ball, Double Team. [+Type Mastery]
Others: Secretly loves to play games. [Like checkers]
RP Sample:
Spoiler:
A voice that could not be denied, forcing its will upon its target like Arceus speaking to his many creations that roamed the land. Resistance was futile, in the recesses of Genevieve's mind, a furious and swift war was fought and won by the voice. Booming and resonant in tone, it echoed through her mind and issued forth its orders that, while similar to the one that Genevieve had so wished, felt forced and oppressive on her will. How briefly she fought it, it took her a long time to feel drawn to voice, overcome like a Venomoth to flame. "Y-your will be done..." She answered the voice, her cadence flat and lifeless.
Eyes refocusing on the world around her yet again, she fully emerged from her trance-like, painful state. Body wheezing with painful psychic afterglow, she tried her best to act normal in front of the others, even if Scar and Deluge had just emerged from the same experience as herself. The Silver Tribe seemed to disperse as quickly as the hodgepodge group had come together. Snype and the Jolteon left a cloud of dust in their wake and went about doing who knows what. The two deserved each other and probably would torture others more by their speech than actions. Genevieve hated that kind of disgustingly overt flirtatious behavior she had witnessed ever so briefly between the two. The last thing she saw before the voice came, was one of them sitting on the other and taking part in some repartee. When she came to, they were gone, probably off procreating and producing more driveling, knuckle dragging spawn to forever remind her about how few others there were that compared to herself. She admittedly even hated it when she resorted to such tactics on her own targets. Men being so easy with a touch here, a stroke there. It was like you could get them to kill their own mother by only a fleeting moment of pleasure. It was a bit quaint, she had to admit. Such a genetic weakness so inherently ingrained and strongly in predisposition of most men.
Not even batting an eye when Sovereign was hauled away, she simply looked on his hulking body as he was removed from their presence. A lumbering beast that was quickly outliving his usefulness. As much as she disliked to, she looked to Scar, a rather serious expression plastered over her face as she leaned near him and spoke low enough that only he could hear. "Scar, will you follow me?" She asked him and cocked her head to look at him in the eyes. Genevieve decided she didn't hate him for what transpired between the two of them the night before, it had been mostly her fault in end, but it still left a sour taste in her mouth. He hadn't had even a second thought about taking advantage of her situation, but she was the one who had put herself there. It wasn't like the act was special anymore anyway. Simply another tool in her bag of tricks. "I need you to not speak until I tell you to however."
Not even waiting for a reply, she left him where he was standing and began to walk through the city streets. Noise seemed to bombard her from all directions as the struggle for life and death unfolded before her. For once, she felt almost invisible as she watched the ancients go marching through the trodden earth and rip pokemon from their homes and prostrate them upon the ground as the search began in earnest. The search would take time and Genevieve had no doubt that time would run out until the order was finally given.
Not looking behind her to see if Scar was following, she continued her way through the buildings until she found the one she needed. The bell tower was old and had obviously seen better days. Trudging her way through the ghost town halls of the structure, she made her way to the spiraling staircase and slowly made her way up the steps deep in thought. Where had the pokemon gone who watched this building? It would surely be part of some religion or order that nurtured it. She finally came to the top of the stairs and made her way out to the bell's peak, the outside air a bit chillier this high up and the winds a gentle continuous breeze that buffeted her skin. The bell was silent now, abstractly different from the chaos that ruled below. For whom the bell tolls, was a mystery, but it tolled no more.
Folding her legs inward and sitting down on her knees, she looked out at the city in its entirety, the view impeccable. A shadow moved in her vision, but it was not Scar as she had hoped it would be. "For the rebellion!" The shadow shouted and came swinging at her with a massive hammer, the very same one undoubtedly used to ring the gargantuan bell that now hung over her head. Genevieve remained seated and simply gathered a burst of energy before shooting the pokemon over the side of the tower with a psychic blast. His tortured scream was long and drawn out as he fell, but finally silenced as he reached his eventual and obvious end. "Apparently not a flying type..." She whispered to herself in a little joke that lifted her spirits only slightly. "Falling is a lot like flying, just with a more permanent destination."
Extending a hand to the spot next to her, she waited to see if Scar had indeed taken her up on the offer. She could have sensed if he did, but needed to save her energy for what she had planned. If he had followed, she hoped he would get the message and sit next to her like she needed, if not, this would be much harder without him.
@Perplexity you are accepted with no further comments from my part. Though one thing puzzled me, about her moves, why did you choose Confuse Ray? Y U like confusing me so. xD
