Like Reaching for the Sun

Fufufuuu...it's been a while since I did something over in this section, huh? Well, I did promise to kick off a new RP to commemorate the end of my grueling half-year of military training, and seeing as how that glorious event occurs next Friday, I see no reason to hold back anymore. So, without further ado, I present to you:

Like Reaching for the Sun​

Plot:

In the age of tales, humans enslaved spirits of nature, using the power of these captured beasts to wage war and expand their own influence and prestige. Over time, as things settled, the loss of humans on all sides was deemed too harsh a penalty, and so the art of warfare turned into ritualistic dueling between beast and beast only, a gruesome gladiatorial sport that was viewed by many as the highest form of entertainment available. Great coliseums were erected for the sole purpose of staging these battles, and the capture and training of these fabled spirits was an occupation of great prestige, many dedicating their entire lives to this pursuit. These 'trainers' actively challenged each other as they jockeyed for social position and power, many a life and career meeting a brutal end within the arena, all for the sake of one goal: becoming the greatest trainer of all.

But of course...this all happened in a day and age when people were not half as civilized as today.

To most people, the name Zenith Island means very little, and popular opinion has it that most people aren't missing out on much in this regard. With little more than a steep topography, a particularly persistent Wingull population and a derelict observatory to its name, the long-forgotten island by Sinnoh's eastern border has been of very little interest to anyone for the last century, but if relatively known businessman slash evil land developer and generally obnoxiously wealthy person George Lesaile has any say in the matter, that is all about to change. Roughly five years ago, the usually shrewd businessman earned himself a few odd stares when he expressed interest in purchasing the particular plot of land from the Sinnoh government, but as no surprise natural resources or lucrative contracts were in sight, both his competitors and the government officials soon lost interest in the matter, allowing the purchase. Visibly pleased, the eccentric millionaire then took his leave, starting out a series of mysterious construction projects on the island. Just what these projects aimed for, precisely, has since been a heated topic of discussion among local conspiracy theorists, most tales involving communications with alien species and foreign spies, but only now has the truth been revealed, and in quite the grandstanding manner as well: a nationwide, live broadcast from none other than the evil land developer himself, announcing the beginning of the first ever Zenith league tournament, a five-step gauntlet designed to test the mettle of any trainer brave enough to step up to the challenge. Though hardly as prestigious as the established leagues, the tournament offers a generous array of prizes for competitors, not to mention promising entertainment for spectators, guest performances from various celebrities, cotton candy for the kids and just a general abundance of nice, clean entertainment for people of all ages.

In spite of - or perhaps because of - the naysayers still questioning the millionaire's intentions, stubbornly boycotting the event, public interest in the event is soaring, and with a beautiful Sinnoh summer bursting into full bloom in queue with the beginning of the qualifier round, the media have predicted attendance rates for the event to rival even the yearly pokémon league tournaments. After all...who could resist the combination of gladiatorial games, prizes galore, and cotton candy?

Where you come in

Be it out of desire for the prestige, the prizes, the practice, or just plain curiosity, you have decided to participate in the Zenith League tournament. On the experience scale, you may be anything from an eager amateur to a seasoned trainer with several past victories under your belt, though you have not won a regional league championship or high profile tournament such as this one as of yet.

During the process of the RP, there may be eliminations as the plot dictates. Should the need for such things arise, the cuts will be made based on your commitment to the RP and overall posting quality; not the number of faceless mook opponents your character manages to best in battle. Similar criteria will be used to determine the outcome of eventual PvP battles should the RPers not be able to decide on a winner. If, for whatever reason, you actually want your character to be eliminated, this option is also open to you, though even eliminated characters may find themselves serving a plot purpose as the story progresses.

Rules

1. Follow all standard RP section rules. And do note: this means that I actually expect you to know what they are. If you are a bit fuzzy on the specifics, I suggest that you read them before proceeding further.

2. As far as character control goes, this RP has a zero tolerance policy. Unless you have been given explicit permission to control another person's characters, then those characters are out of bounds for you. Period. NPCs - unless otherwise noted - are free game, but please keep them in character.

I reserve the right to circumvent this rule if and only if 1. the RPer in question has been absent for over a week without notifying me of the reasons for this absence or assigning an optional controller for their character and 2. the RP is unable to proceed without the character(s) in question being controlled in this way. As with NPCs, the characters controlled in this way must be kept in character as far as mortally possible.

3. Since we already broached on the subject above...attendance. Please, for the love of all that is sweet and sugary; attend regularly. I will expect a minimum of one post per week from each RPer, and the preference is for far more frequent posting than that. If you have a longer absence ahead of you, then notify me about it through a visitor message or OOC and preferably leave instructions for handling your character in your absence as well. If you know that you will not be able to maintain this kind of tempo, then you should reconsider whether you really have the time to spare for RPing general.

4. The four-line limit is there to be exceeded, with proper spelling and grammar. Illiterates need not apply.

5. Minor plot twists and NPCs are free game for anyone to introduce, but I maintain an RP master's veto on any and all events that transpire within this RP. If your designs do not fit into the big picture they don't and that's final. As such, you may well want to discuss ideas with more serious plot implications with me over PM/Profile Visitor Messages to avoid having your creative work coldly flushed. Your input to the plot is appreciated (and, to a degree, even counted on), but I still want maintain some semblance of control over this RP.

6. No powerplay or godmodding. During the course of this RP, your character will be expected to take a beating from time to time (be it literally or metaphorically), so rather than phobically trying to avoid the inevitable, try to make your character's losses serve an actual purpose; I guarantee you that the outcome will be a lot more satisfying than me being forced to spoon-feed a loss to you. It builds character and all that. =D


Failure to comply with these rules may result in anything from complete expulsion from the RP to a right stern talking to, depending on the severity of the offense and any requests from the offended party. You have been warned.

Now, on this cheerful note:

Name: Malic Levesque
Age: 24
Gender: Yea....its a Guy.
Appearance: Standing at an impressive 6"2 and weighing in at 200 pounds, Malic sports an athletic build and an ego to match (more on that later). From top to bottom, Malic's appearance is typical of a Pokemon trainer, yet not as worn as one would expect as many of his clothes are in mint condition.

His head is clearly defined by a black mess of hair, pointing in any direction it feels like going in. Styled up in spikes, Malic's hair is out of control and difficult to tame, however going down to Malic's face, it is obvious he doesn't really care. Long and clean, the face of Malic seems to always have the expression of aloofness and apathy. No smirks or toothy smiles have existed for a long time as Malic's cold blue eyes bring to the picture. His outfit that covers his upper body relays a similar message, but one more of intimidation. A plain black t-shirt is covered by a dark red leather jacket that contains a black dragon design on its back. A dragon appears to be wrapping itself around a medieval sword but the exact meaning is unknown. Brown, fingerless gloves keep his beaten hands partially protected from the elements and as such are one of the few articles of this outfit that show any wear and tear. Overall the clothing is slim fit making it appear fairly tight and close to his body allowing his atheltic body to seep through and expose itself to the public. This is clearly on purpose to reveal some confidence on Malic's part.

The lower body begins with a fairly fancy brown belt, with a dragon desgin on the buckle conveying some wealth. Dark blue jeans cover his legs and much like the t-shirt and jacket appear to be slim fit. However, the jeans are not as tight, giving his legs some breathing room. His shoes, much like his gloves, are somewhat worn but remain in solid condition. They are mostly red with a black outline and design. They appear to standard Vans (as far as our world is concerned) to present an overall idea.

Other than the standard clothes described, the only other objects worth mentioning are his pieces of fine jewelry and singular tattoo. He contains a single earring in his left ear, a golden loop in order to appear more intimidating. Around his neck is chain necklace with a pendant lying in the middle of his chest. A red crystal lies there, the exact material is unknown. His right forearm has a tattoo along the underside, which his a sword with two dragon like serpents wrapping themselves around it. The dragons are red bringing forth the element of red into his appearance.

Malic rarely stands straight and on both legs completely. He leans to right leg more than his left when standing still and hunches forward when walking. These peculiar body stances make him difficult to read well, throwing many people off of his true intentions or desires. His voice sounds scratchy and typical of the evil overlord kind of villain. Theories run amok that it is a cover-up, but one cannot be too sure. Cold and emotionless, those with weak constitutions likely freeze when Malic takes the chance to actually speak.

Personality: Malic resembles your typical uncaring human both in the way he carries himself physically and emotionally. He remains aloof and mellow on just about any subject lacking any spark of life or emotion. As a result, he comes off as a cold and almost downright evil, facts which are not exactly true. Malic has proven to care for others, such as party members, but typically hides these emotions in order to promote the image of a ruthless and fearless battler. Also, his ideal that the number priority in life is himself prevents him from fully caring about others. Malic possess a fairly big ego, stemming from his excellent win/loss record in Pokemon battling. The mentality that he almost always wins in battles and the lack of legit challenges led to believe that all trainers are jokes, and are rarely worth even bothering to battle. This greatly limits the challenges he accepts and increased his participation in tournaments and large competitions. Malic looks down on most trainers, especially Coordinators as he believes they waste the potential pokemon can achieve. He is independent and capable of taking care of himself, causing him to reject any feelings of sympathy or pleads to assist him in conquering any objective. These qualities cause Malic to be quite Anti-Social, at least to strangers and lacks trust in others unless they prove to be loyal and true. He rarely speaks and when he does he limits to a few words or sentences, as Malic rather let body language speak for him.

History: Born and raised in Blackthorn City until the age of 13 where his family moved to Lilycove City in Hoenn, Malic was a fierce and powerful child. Extremely independent due to a lack of true parents, he was a troublemaker and the resident punk. Despite this, he found out that not all adults were nasty as his true idol in his older cousin, a skilled Dragon tamer, was able to control him. Since his parents typically ignored him all the time, his cousin became his unofficial brother and guide, putting the passion Malic displayed at a young age to good use in training and controlling Dragon type Pokemon. Shortly before Malic's forced movement to Hoenn as a result of his parents, his cousin gave him a Bagon as a partner. In Hoenn, Malic developed a cold demeanor to his lack of care due to his disappearing family. He would spend long periods neglected and alone, forced to care for himself. At age 15, Malic escaped and decided to travel Hoenn alone and become a trainer, believing that maybe he could experience life in a whole new light. During his travels, he caught and trained powerful pokemon all the while collecting gym badges and destorying other trainer's dreams of success. Malic participated in numerous competitions and in the Pokemon League, meeting his only true rivals in those tournaments. However, he never attained total victory in them, typically losing out in the final rounds.

Pokemon: 4

1) Salamence
Malic's first pokemon as a result of a gift from his cousin, Salamence became Malic's main battling force until his other captures. A formerly peaceful Bagon, the calm little dragon turned out to learn quite a bit from his master, mostly how to be powerful and merciless. Rigorous travels and training caused the dragon to be accustomed to a hard lifestyle and the desire for strength and power. Rejecting the notion of defeat at weak opponents, Bagon evolved rather quickly into Shelgon. As Shelgon, pride developed as despite its strange form the dragon Pokemon grasped numerous victories. When the transformation occurred, the sadistic streak came into the picture as Salamence enjoyed its incredible powers and dismantling other teams became a hobby. Unlike Malic who displays a lack of emotion, Salamence is one with much passion and rage and rather enjoys total domination and quick battles. Enjoying dishing out punishment and aggression, he is typically used as a last resort. Also unlike his master who hides his pride under his cold stare, Salamence proudly bathes in excessive pride and confidence that has developed over the across of his series of hard fought victories and the few epic losses that been experienced.

2)Sharpedo
Malic's first capture in its first stage while fishing outside Lilycove, Sharpedo quickly became one of Malic's premier battlers during his quest. Much like Bagon's evolution into Shelgon, Sharpedo evolved fairly quickly as Malic enjoyed the Pokemon's battling style at least at first. One for theatrics, Sharpedo is fairly energetic and lively, characteristics that bloomed even before its timely evolution. Despite its less than amazing win/loss record, Sharepdo is a respectable battler and the pride the Pokemon exercises comes from his hard-fought victories over many opponents despite type disadvantages. Sharpedo exercises excellent self-control and is able to focus on victory over showman-ship with solid timing. A sadistic pokemon that enjoys longer more drawn out battles, Sharpedo is fan of humiliating the opponent before delivering the final blow. Its shares similar pride issues to Salamence, though it appears to be in better control of itself. A fun fact is that Sharpedo has a phobia of fighting types as it the only real type to give him a terrible time in battle. As a result, it cannot interact with Gallade in any situation.

3)Gallade
Caught as Ralts outside Petalburg, Malic exercised patience in the pokemon due to the belief that the useless psychic type had to become useful at some point in time. Evolving into a Kirlia after a series of grueling trainer battles and a few minor Gym battles at least in his opinion, Malic bought an odd stone from a old salesmen in Slateport. After waving the stone around his party, Kirlia was the sole pokemon to react and it evolved into Gallade much to Malic's happiness. Gallade became a proper choice from there on as due to its unique type, few trainers could counter effectively. The tough training caused the carefree Ralts into a hardened and determined Pokemon. Many of the qualities of Ralts seep through however giving Gallade a standard personality. Second only to Sharpedo in energy, Gallade is a fairly laid-back and carefree Pokemon making it capable of having "fun" to an extent. A battler at heart, Gallade is one to drive into focus mode with great ability. Lacking the pride issues and brutality of Sharpedo and Salamence, Gallade prefers to have honorable and fair battles with its opponents to see who is the winner. It carries itself similar to his master, however it appears to enjoy life to a higher degree but the calm aura it releases can easily shift to a stern and focused mentality.

4)Metagross
Malic was very lucky to come across a lone Beldum during his training in Meteor Falls, following his defeat in the Pokemon league. After obtaining the rare Pokemon, Malic dedicated the better part of two years to train and develop Beldum into a powerful Pokemon. Beldum, however, was un-socialized with other people and Pokemon outside Malic's team, causing the creature to be very awkward in social gatherings. Metagross displays a personality similar to that of Malic himself, however it is far more optimistic despite its lack of outside experience. Remaining calm and collected, Metagross is a Pokemon that prefers to be calculating and controlling in all scenarios though frequent tournaments often bring Metagross to a breaking point as a result of large groups. Regardless, Metagross is capable of overcoming itself in order to accomplish the goals of Malic. Much like Gallade, Metagross rather enjoys even battles rather than ones that contain brutal and animalistic tactics, even though Metagross has decimated more than its share of innocent Pokemon.

RP Sample: Laziness prevents me from copying and pasting any passages, but checking out a Pokemon Adventure: Kanto Region should give you an idea of my experience and ability. I haven't quite gathered oodles of experience to be able to pick out my best posts. I will supply links here:

https://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=138555
https://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=143799 this is a more recent RP I joined

* attacks the thread and throws together a character she's been dying to RP *

Another Titan RP, oh I've been deprived of one for so long ~<3 However, be warned, dear AE, I may only post twice or once a week due to the horror that is 'settling back into school', my activity shall pick up as the weeks pass, but if I'm really inactive, you've all the right to put little Adel into the corner xD;

Will finish up the sign-up ASAP xD;


Name - Adeltruat Haert
Nicknames - Adel
Gender - Female
Age - 16


Appearance -

The sixteen-year old has long, raven hair that falls near to her waist and owns a petite frame, standing at a height which is slightly below average, disrelishing it when people tease her and call her names like 'munchkin'. She isn't that short, it's just that everyone seems taller, that's all. With a pair of eyes that naturally blaze a brilliant fire of chestnuts when the girl is determined, Adel may not be drop dead gorgeous, but she is passable when it comes to looks. Her skin is of a pale pigment due to the fact that she rarely attempts to venture into sunlight unnecessarily, bear it mind that it is not ghastly pale, just… oddly white. Upon her oval face, the girl possesses a charming smile, though it is rarely seen if compared to her indifferent glare.

She is usually seen clad in long sleeved shirt that is the colour of the night. When she cannot take the intense heat such an outfit is likely to bring with it, she rolls up her sleeves without hesitation. A red tie hangs loosely from the collar of the shirt, though Adel frequently tells herself to keep it straight, no matter how many times it is adjusted, the tie is seen as crooked. A cream coloured skirt which falls from her hips to the top of her knee-cap accompanies this shirt. To complete her usual attire, the girl wears dark shoes with a pair of red and black socks that are pulled to the middle of her calf. Adel prefers to wear her hair in a neat ponytail whenever she finds that it is getting in her way, as such, her wrists are home to a pair of black coloured rubber bands.

With her, she carries a trusty emerald notebook and a mechanical pencil with a pokeball symbol on it to take notes. These are usually stored inside the sling bag which she carries on her right shoulder, the carrier is of a brown shade and has only two different compartments. Adel keeps her pokeballs latched securely on a scarlet belt which goes usually unseen just under the edge of her shirt. After years of studying, not only did Adel gain a decent amount of knowledge, she also developed a small case of short-sightedness. Objects that are too far away appear to be blurred to her, hence, she keeps a pair of black, rectangular framed spectacles to be utilized when required.


Personality -

Adel may look like a sweet and amiable girl due to her apparel and congenial smile, however, one must learn that it is only wise to be cautious around her. She is a fiercely independent girl who dislikes being ordered around, she feels that it is a chore to listen to useless comments when one should just take action without hesitation. Adamant and stubborn, she never listens to anyone who gets in her way and disapproves of her views. Anyone who does so will be immediately marked down in her eyes, even more so if she finds their opinions ridiculous.

As proud as a Persian, Adel holds herself in high regard, and will not take any gossip nor insult directed to her lightly. She tends to put up a brave front to hide any uncertainty she faces, being someone who doesn't accept changes and mistakes easily. She doesn't support discrimination of any sort (this kind of contradicts with her obvious distaste to anyone with un-serious opinions), being biased and unfair are the key points of which she highly rejects in anyone who is her friend. A polite girl when she's in the right mood, she always reminds herself of proper conduct and makes it a note to inform others of their bad habits as well. Though she may seem repetitive and irritating due to this, she does it all with a good motive. She goes by the book and is one who follows rules and constantly nags at trouble-makers and misbehaving individuals. Adel is someone who never rejects a chance to take charge, she is dependable when it comes to having tasks accomplished via paperwork and trustworthy when one needs to meet a deadline. Though she comes off as a wet blanket to most, she is capable of telling a joke or two and would never refuse nor turn down a chance to have harmless fun, but only allows herself to indulge in such activities when she deems in suitable (which is not always the case). Adel is known to have a tomboyish side that takes control once in a blue moon, it was probably the tomboy in her that caused her to spark an interest in Pokemon and their battles. It was also this miniscule part of her mind that caused her abandon her full name and create a shorter nickname. Now, she hopes to persevere and triumph as a great trainer to prove that she has what it takes to shine.

In battle, Adel plays with advantages and would rather gain an upper hand before using sheer power. The girl tries to stray away offensive attacks in the beginning of battle, she prefers utilising status altering moves to start off the battle in her favour. However, when taunted, Adel may change her strategy without much thought, resorting to brawn in the blink of an eye, she loves nothing more than winning a competition of strength.

A calm and composed powerhouse (though this is quite the oxymoron), she fights for her beliefs with fire and zest, while making it ideal to keep her temper under control for most of the time. With her tense attitude, Adel can be jumpy and easily surprised when she is caught unawares. A lot of people find it a good laugh to give her a good fright and cause her to scream, for this is the only way to throw her off balance from her usually responsible and uptight routine. She has an elephantine fear of ghosts, and will run away from anything with a hint of the supernatural, possibly leaving companions behind in all her cowardice. She has never once seen a real ghost, but she finds it smart to keep one's guard up 24/7, just to be safe. Ambitious, determined and willing to resort to any means to get what she desires using her cunning wit (includes, but is not restricted to : lying/flirting/tricking). Adel's one and only goal is to make a name for herself, and anyone who gets in her way will suffer dire consequences.


History -

Adeltruat grew in a well-mannered family of four. With a kind father, warm mother and a talented older brother. Being the youngest, Adel was always being looked down upon as the one who could do the least tasks and whose help would prove to be of no particular use. Though her parents were protective and cared for her like any other family would, they hardly complimented her for her achievements in spelling in grade school or being second in the annual Sports Meet. They saved these words for her older brother, who was said to be the 'hope' that the family had to become well-known and famous in the Kanto region. Like most other people of the human race, the Haert family treasured their name and would have given anything to be famous. Naturally, with Leighton and his above-average battling prowess, Mister and Missus Haert's prayers had been answered. When they weren't buried in business, they would be having a lively conversation with Leighton at the dinner table, while Adel had stayed behind in school to complete countless extra credit reports and projects.

Sadly, Adel did not manage to receive results that surpassed her brother, no matter how hard she tried.

Leighton decided to officially leave on a journey at the age of fifteen, well after he had gotten his first Pokemon, not from Professor Oak, but from his two loving parents who invested all they could in funds to purchase an egg of an incredibly rare Pokemon just for their perfect son. (A Dratini that had been breeded by a famous breeder of the region).

All this time, Adel had been in the background, silently drawing out scenes on paper with crayons, one of a family of three in a grandiose-looking mansion, with a small girl seated in one lonely, gloomy corner of the picture, while the parents and their son chatted animatedly on the dinner table. On a second paper, she drew the same majestic house, but this time, with a girl replacing the boy at the table, joining with laughter that had once belonged to the boy.

In the trash can, no longer than a week later, one of the pictures had been violently crushed up and thrown.

"Sit straight, do not slouch!"

"I'm trying my best, mother."

"I know, dear," Sylvia Haert bit her lip with frustration as she said so.

"But, I'm afraid that Leighton could definitely sit with better posture." She continued, trying to break it to her daughter as gently as she could manage. Adel sighed quite heavily, nodding before stiffening her spine, leaning her tiny back against the support of the chair. "It's still not entirely perfect." Sylvia commented, oblivious to the amount of pain she was driving into her daughter at that point of time.

"Walter, we can't continue doing this, clearly, Adeltruat is not up to it," the mother discussed with her husband later that day, unbeknownst to them, there was an unwanted listener eavesdropping from the corner of the hallway. "No, it is because she clearly does not have what it takes." The father replied sharply.

Adel's heart shattered, the pain she felt was near the point of tangibility, she locked herself in her room, dove into the covers of her bed and wept silently in her blanket. She did not emerge until one day later, when she was called down for breakfast. "Dear, you need to remember that punctuality is key to perfection." Sylvia quipped with her usual motherly tone, serving her child a lovely dish of pancakes. The top of the stack had had a smiley face drawn on it with syrup. However, that failed to cheer Adel up.

".. Perfection cannot be bottled, mother," the ten-year old whispered faintly.

"If it can, I want to be that bottle, the bottle that you will cherish," Adel continued, her words barely a sigh which went undetected by her mother's ears.

Adel decided to strive hard from that day onwards, to become an intelligent, outstanding student who would bring glory to her family. She stopped playing with her friends on a regular basis, and instead, confined herself to her study table, determined to cram in as much knowledge as her brain would allow. The time between studying and outdoor activities grew and grew, while she herself did not. The lively tone of her skin faded away, and her eyes began to hurt as she studied late into the night. When she finally decided to leave on a Pokemon journey at the age of fifteen, she gazed thoughtfully at the desk she had grown accustomed to all these years. She took a deep breath and marched out of her room and out of the house, promising never to return until she had made a name for the Haert family.

On the desk, a small picture had been messily pasted in the middle of the table using tape.

The picture depicted a lively family in a warm, large house, having dinner.

The family consisted of three:

A father, a mother.

And a daughter.


Pokémon -


Ophelia [Wartortle/Female]

A calm and collected Water type who always looks up to her trainer, even though Ophie tends to remain silent, and keeps her opinions to herself, it is plainly obvious that she believes Adel to be her role model, a superheroine, even. To Ophelia, Adeltruat is her shining ray of hope, the greatest trainer in every single and possible way. Due to this, the Wartortle would willingly risk anything to bring her closest companion happiness and is known to stand her ground against frightening opponents in order to protect her trainer. This is what Adel loves so much about the Water type. The two have been an inseparable duo since the time they met in Pallet Town's lab, instinctively drawn to one another like opposite poles of a magnet.

Ophelia is one who abandons all logic and rationality when it comes to Adeltruat's choice and opinion. She completely places all trust in her trainer, and never refuses a direct command. Though this may sometimes lead to an unsightly ending, the pair are always thankful to have the stubborn but level-headed Kinah there to ensure that they don't get themselves any unwanted trouble. However, if left to fend for herself, the Wartortle is a strong adversary who thinks on her feet. Though Ophelia may be clumsy due to her heavy shell, it hasn't stopped her from claiming the title of one of Adel's most prized and strongest Pokemon.

The Wartortle comes off as the silent type, and hardly speaks to anyone she isn't familiarised with, though it may make her seem antisocial, this trait is usually because she finds it hard to trust people easily without them earning it, much like her trainer. Ophelia is naturally drawn to charismatic individuals, and finds it a habit to be impressed by such people or Pokemon.


Kinah [Pigeotto/Female]

Though Kinah tends to be rather brash and hard-headed, she is also one of the most rational Pokemon on Adel's team when the going gets tough, hardly wavering in times of danger and refusing to falter when facing a menacing opponent. The Bird Pokemon loves to compete and has a fiery spirit of a warrior burning deep within her feathery form. Competitve and easily angered, she never turns down a chance to prove her strength and worth. However, the Flying type may get carried away with battles most of the time, being someone who is easily distracted. Her most common greeting is , "Yo! Wanna' fight?"

She has a habit of being obstinate and finds it interesting to irritate Adeltruat. Kinah also disapproves of Ophelia's idolization of their trainer. 'Adel isn't that special,' that's what she usually says, coupled with a quick roll of her amber eyes, a disgruntled look upon her face. Though this may be the case, the young girl was the one who trained her up - caused her to become so much stronger - the Flying type hides her real emotions with quite expertly, indeed. The facade of dull expression was triggered the moment the Pidgeotto was caught, in her first stage. The young, spritely Pokemon was against being captured, and fought incredibly hard to defend herself from the Squirtle's unrelenting attacks. Unfortunately, her Gust and Sand-Attacks failed to be sufficient, as she fell to the turtle's offensive attacks. It resulted in her being captured against her will, which was what caused her early hostility to Adel. However, Kinah has since grown accustomed to her trainer's ways, and though she finds some of Adel's quirks strange, the bird realises that she wouldn't want to be captured against her will by anyone other than Adeltruat Haert.


Basil [Sandslash/Male]

The Sandslash has one quality about him that far outshines any other part of his personality - his self esteem. Basil finds himself to be a weak and innocent Pokemon, one who wasn't born to fight, but born to curl up comfortably into a ball, safe from dangers. The Ground type dislikes fighting and would rather explore if given the opportunity. An adventurous and chatty mole most of the time, though Basil may not have a large amount of confidence, he does have an ample supply of curiousity. An inquisitive Sandslash who loves burrowing deep underground in search of new finds, the Pokemon loves scavenging for treasure and believes that in any one place, there's sure to be hidden gold lying not too far away.

He comes off as frantic and cowardly to most on first glance, however, if one learns to understand him deeply enough, Basil is a faithful and trustworthy friend - only when battles aren't concerned. The Sandslash flees at the mention of competition, which is why he and Kinah don't see eye to eye most of the time. Their heaty debates are what one would call a source of entertainment for Adel and the rest of the team. The Ground type speaks in a swift and hurried tone, having the habit of glancing sideways and scratching his claws together, as if anticipating a surprise attack.

Adel decided to capture Basil as a Sandshrew, bent on showing the world what a gifted and talented trainer she was - One who had the ability to turn a weak Pokemon into a strong and powerful one. However, her first few attempts at training the reluctant Sandshrew proved near fruitless. As time passed and Basil grew accustomed to battles, he began learning, quickening his reactions and finally - evolving. This was a form of relief to dear Adel, who decided to slacken training from then on, much to the Sandslash's delight. Though Basil does dislike battles, it does not mean that one should be quick to assume that his forte does not lie in combat.


Jing [Magnemite]

Jing appears have no possession of a voice as far as anyone knows, something which perfectly coincides with one of the two literal meanings of his name, 'quiet'. 'He' usually replies questions with a soft "Mmm..", which is the only understandable sound he utilises. The Magnemite whirrs and 'bzzts' every now and again, but as far as Adel's knowledge goes, the sounds don't come under any specific meaning. Composed and hardly distracted, Jing usually keeps his mind set on one thing at any given point of time, and rarely falters when faced with difficulties. However, due to this, he can't multi-task. If one presents him with two orders, the poor Magnemite usually tends to send out electric sparks of distress. His concentration is something that cannot be easily split. As such, he isn't usually sent into battle unless facing a type advantage.

The Electric type possess a gleaming body of silver, despite his name (which means 'gold'), however, the Magnemite is incredibly proud about his shiny, spherical being. When Jing isn't deep in contemplation of the question of the day, he pesters Adel to give him a good, quick rub with a clean cloth, and when the girl is in a carefree mood, she agrees.

No one knows exactly how or why the Steel type appeared, but one fine day not too long ago, Adel noticed that something was following her on her walk towards Celadon City. When she realised that it was merely a forlorn looking Magnemite, she brushed it off and continued on her merry way. However, it seemed that Jing had other plans on his mind, obediently tailing Adeltruat every which way she chose to go. Soon, the girl realised that she couldn't avoid the Magnemite who had a strange attraction to her any longer, allowing the Electric Pokemon to come along on her journey as part of her party. Though Jing may not necessarily speak, he doesn't let his opinions go underheard, preferring to showcase his emotions though his electrice buzzing and tone of whirring.

Sometimes, one might catch him lost in thought, and though he doesn't utter a word as far as anyone is concerned, one can tell by that gaze in his single eye, that he is thinking deeply, about... something of significance.



Other -

Adeltruat overheard about the Zenith League Tournament during the midst of her travel through Kanto, and couldn't resist the offer of promised fame and glory. The girl loves chocolate, has a height complex, is left-handed, and covets cute-looking Pokemon~


RP Sample :

Adel had to suppress the temptation to pinch Ophelia's new, cloud-like ears. After all, she was a respectable, mature individual, who wouldn't need to resort to such means to please her childish whim. She folded her arms tightly, a strong expression upon her delicate face as she withheld the urge to call out to Ophelia and inform her that she was pretty much one of the cutest creatures that the girl ever had the fortune to come across. The larger-sized turtle trotted in front of her, leading the way towards the exit of the cave, a shining ray of hope in the shape of a large, unnaturally shaped door that was located not too far from their current location. The young female was glad that the squeamish that had resided in the pit of her stomach since entering Mount Moon was slowly dissipating, the previous fright and uncertainty was also vanishing bit by bit. It must have been due to her Squirtle's unexpected evolution, it was quite the pleasant surprise for the girl, not to mention the fact that the exit was just… just a stone's throw away. Adeltruat genuinely wanted to break out into a sprint towards the end of the arduous tunnel, screaming happily like a child. However, the rational part of her simply would not allow it.

When they did finally emerge from Mount Moon, the girl was elated to realize that the Sun had yet to set, she could contain it no longer, a fit of giggles burst out from within her tiny frame, as she waved her arms over her hand and controllable laughter poured from her lips, a large, uncharacteristic grin of pure blithe pictured upon her as she starting prancing down the traveler's path with giddy joy. "We're FREE~! Free from that dreadful, dreadful place!" Ophelia tumbled down behind her, an expression of astonishment plastered on her blue face. Who knew that her trainer was actually such a child at heart?

Adeltruat continued on like this for a few moments, before coming to halt, clearing her throat and taking a deep breath. She turned to face the Water type that was chasing after her, an intense look on her face.

"Don't tell anyone what you saw just now, it's strictly between both of us only." She spoke in a professional tone, sounding a lot more like the Adel that the Wartortle had grown accustomed to. Straightening her tie and brushing dust off her skirt as she did so, the girl felt that a great burden had just been lifted off her shoulders. She was lucky that she had a reason to recall Kinah into her Pokeball, if the bird had seen such a sight, she probably would have never allowed Adel to live it down without a good teasing or two every once in awhile.

At this moment, the meadow of long grass located just beside the dirt road that Adel and her Pokemon were standing on emitted a quiet call, "Shreww.." the patch of greenery went. The girl instinctively dug her hand into her bag, drawing out her Pokedex and pointing it towards the grass. The female voice spoke the moment the device detected the creature hiding within the vegetation, " Sandshrew, the Mouse Pokemon. It burrows and lives underground. If threatened, it curls itself up into a ball for protection."

At the hint of sound, the aforementioned creature shot its small head above the grass, yellow ears poised as it began sniffing around nervously, the Ground type squinted its black eyes in the sunlight as it stared in the direction of Adel and her Wartortle. It took the Sandshrew a couple of seconds to realize that a human and its Pokemon were staring at it. It released a distressed squeak, immediately curling into an uneasy ball. The girl lowered herself and took small steps to lessen the distance between herself and the Mouse Pokemon, poking the balled up Sandshrew curiously. The shivering yellow sphere had yet to run away. It looked like such a cowardly thing, it probably wouldn't prove itself much in battle. Unless of course, an expert trained it up well enough. Naturally, she was a talented young person, it was painfully obvious that she had the capabilities to raise the Sandshrew into a brave and valiant fighter, it would prove to be no problem to someone as gifted as her. With this in mind, she detached an empty Pokeball from her belt and tossed it onto the unsettled Sandshrew, with a little less zest than usual. The startled Pokemon cried again, as it was sucked into the Pokeball.

However, the Pokeball stayed still for no more than three seconds, before it burst open and allowed the Sandshrew to emerge once again. Adel raised an eyebrow, maybe it wasn't as weak as she had assumed.

"Ophelia, Water Gun!"

The Wartortle stood by her trainer's side, allowing a stream of water to shoot from her mouth and knock down the Mouse Pokemon. In one shot, the Sandshrew fell back, completely dazed and nearly unable to move its limbs, struggling to return into its curled up ball. Adeltruat sighed, "It really is weak.." as she tried again once more, weakly tossing the Pokeball to the critically injured Sandshrew.

@Got-a-Plan-B: I'm...torn, to be honest. A cold 'whatever-it-takes' type trainer would fit this plot very well, but I'm having serious trouble evaluating your RPing skill since you haven't provided any links (forcing me to go through a less-than-pleasing research project in an attempt to find these RPs you mentioned) in relation to what is quite the strong team. A bit more detail on the pokémon would also be appreciated. ~Pending~ for now, as I need a bit more time to delve into your RPing history. :3

@Ibuberu: Very promising thus far, and the personality is another one that should fit a little something I have in mind for this RP nicely, especially the fact that-*Traffic noise* Oh yes, suits it down to a 'T', but that's enough spoilers from me. ;D

Yep, yep; unless you do something completely off the wall to that profile Adel should fit right in. ^^ Until then your profile is also ~Pending~, on account of not being finished.


Anyways, due to my final army days and all the hassle that comes with them, I probably won't be able to get my profile posted before Friday, so sit tight until then. I should, however, have the time to come to a decision about Malic here, as well as any other profiles that may pop up between now and then. :3

Name: Crossford Hale
Nicknames (optional): Cross
Age: 19

Appearance: A very calming and surreal aura surrounds Cross when one looks at him. He stands the average height of 5'7 with slightly tanned caucasian skin, with a modest build that doesn't particularly boast muscle mass. He has short shaggy dirty blond hair which always looks like he just woke up and salutes many different directions. His eyes usually hold a slightly bored appearance, being only half opened or looking in a different direction. The iris are a deep shade of forest green and house the pupils that help his deep thought appearance. His movements are lanky and fluid and although he doesn't appear like he's 'all there', his presence never seems to in someone under estimating him. Something about how he presents himself will have any trainer finding the smallest reason just to challenge his ways.

As for his clothing, Cross dresses very casually like a typical trainer. Always traveling as light as possible he only carries the essentials. On his torso, he wears a faded black t-shirt with a simple picture of a white number 7. Over top the t-shirt he wears an army green vest with a multitude of pockets down the breast. A pair of loose dark blue jeans are held up by a matching army green cloth belt. The pants hang casually over his bare feet which are usually stepped inside a pair of brown flip flops.

Personality: Cross is a man that demands respect without asking for it. He is a quiet kid and very modest about his talents as a pokemon trainer. His ego will never get out of hand and he isn't one to trash talk a rival. He never complains about a loss and always learns from his mistakes. He believes in quiet patience being the key to unlocking one's true potential and will sit for hours on end in meditation with his pokemon, although sometimes he's been known to fall asleep while "training". He is a very calculated individual and is very prophetic when approaching his pokemon battles and scenarios. He much prefers to let his opponent make the first move and counter attack accordingly, stating that attack and speed aren't always the best path to take. Cross is a man who never bluffs his moves and wins with grace and dignity. Outside of battle scenarios, a normal person would probably find it really hard to listen have a normal conversation with Cross as he's easily distracted by everything about nature and pokemon happening around him. He is always making observations about what he see's and trying to connect it to how it his current situation. All in all he is a trainer who is usually a sleeper favorite of the crowd and not too well known but where his reputation is known, his is never a name thats dropped some weight behind it. He is most infamous for his famous line that he always recites while dealing the calculated final blow, making a parody of his nickname, Cross, saying "X marks the spot"

History: Crossford began training at the typical age of a pokemon trainer, starting out in the Kanto region with a Bulbasaur. Him and Bulbasaur continued to be an unstoppable force, battling around Kanto but not really challenging gyms. In all honesty, the fame and glory of indigo champion never seemed too appealing to him and much more of a hassle dealing with the constant challengers. Instead of challenging the gyms, Cross decided to wander the countryside, learning what he could and never turning down a fight. Through these exploits Cross has made friends with many trainers and was even able to take small training courses in a multitude of gyms, learning small techniques to aid him in battle. Through his travels he of course made pokemon friends as well, adding to his small group of pokemon. Bulbasaur continued to remain his best friend until a wild Meditite particularly caught his attention. Just the fact that the little pokemon would never sit still, interested Cross to no ends. This eventually resulted in Cross capturing the pokemon simply for the enjoyment of its company. While traveling the different regions on his quest for enlightenment, Cross began to catch rumors of the Zenith League Tournament and the tests it put on trainer and pokemon. The thrill of these challenges was too great and consumed the young trainer, pulling him towards the tournament to learn more and see what new spectacular sights a tournament of such great promise could hold for him.


Pokémon:
Venusaur (Gawen) - The Bulbasaur that Cross received as his first pokemon, its needless to say that it is his most loyal pokemon without a doubt. Gawen has definitely taken well to Cross' calm way of life, and seemed to embrace it more and more as it continued to evolve and grow larger into the mass of Venusaur it is today. This large but carefree and composed pokemon never has a problem with letting his long time friend take a nap underneath the shade of his large sheltering flower. Gawen is a pokemon who is quite aware of how powerful it is and never gets worked up, always taking its time and releasing its energy in opportune times. Like its master, it prefers to bide its time, its signature moves are Giga Drain, and Frenzy Plant.

Medicham (Crash) - caught as a Medicham during Cross' adventures, Crash earned his nickname through his sometimes reckless behaviour. Crash can easily throw the hardest hit on Cross' team and he knows it. The Pure Power pride of the Medicham runs thick in this hyper active loose cannon of a pokemon. It scarcely knows the reason of subtlety and hates to hold back. The only voice capable of calming this pokemon's battling rampage is the smooth voice of his trainer. Due to his small size, Crash is usually outside of his pokeball, walking along side his master happily. It specializes in using Ice Punch and Dynamic Punch


Other (optional): He has a lot of faith in his two pokemon and they love him very dearly. Just because he's not necessarily in everything to win, doesn't mean he wont try to push everyone else to their best potential


RP Sample: You've rp'd with me but I can pull up a sample if you like

Name: Roz Saia (pronunciation: Rose Sai/"Sigh"-uh)
Nicknames (optional): N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Appearance: Much about Roz resembles a porcelain doll. Though perhaps more elegant, she possesses the same pale skin, faintly pink cheeks, innate delicacy--yet strength by virtue of cold grace and inexplicable untouchability--and timeless appearance of youth. The only makeup Roz wears is a silver-imbued green eyeshadow that serves as a contrast to the natural colours of the rest of her features, including her soft brown eyes. Her hair is a light, though not platinum blonde with brown undertones that falls about her face in split bangs and is held up on her head by a pair of silver chopsticks. Another "porcelain doll" aspect Roz possesses is the general aura she exudes that seems to indicate that something is not quite normal about her.

A black, hooded short cloak hangs about Roz's shoulders, clasped by a silver brooch fashioned into a three-point celtic knot (or "triqueta"). Beneath that she wears a dull brown shirt, the collar of which is slightly under the shawl's clasp, and with sleeves that stop scarcely beyond the shoulder. About an inch below the cloak's bottom edge, detached sleeves of a slightly darker brown as the cloak start. These loose armwarmers stop roughly at roughly a third of Roz's palm's length when her arms hang down. The gentle fit of Roz's shirt and the fact that its bottom edge ends almost halfway down her thighs gives it a dress-like appearance. Resting above Roz's waist is a two-stranded woven belt coloured silver. Her black pants are slim, but not quite tight, and her cream boots are worn by walking and encrusted with dried mud on their soles. Roz keeps her Pokeballs on an armband that lies above her right wrist beneath her sleeve. Other belongings are found in her bag--resembling a bookbag--that hangs diagonally across her chest.

Like her emotions, Roz's expressions tend to be subdued. Her height is roughly five-and-a-half feet--average for a female of her age. And though her slim build causes many to doubt her suitability for Pokemon training, she has learned to withstand the rigors of the Pokemon world as well as any trainer.

Personality: Despite her patient and gentle personality, Roz is not someone that people generally feel easy or comfortable around. This may be due to the fact that she communicates with others indirectly or because she is continually polite--both causing others to feel distant from her. At times, Roz may be mentally detached from a situation and/or have difficulty comprehending certain events. In this matter she is a little childish. When faced with hardship, however, Roz does not appear to respond as a child (or many other people) would. Rarely will this trainer show signs of aggression or fear. Whether this is due to some inner strength, simply because the responses of anger and terror do not occur to her to have, or some combination of the two is unknown. Roz's childhood trauma lends some support to both theories.

Most of Roz's major decisions have Vulcan's influence in them, and around him her emotions are most easily shown. Her care for her Arcanine seems to be the signal that told her she should also care for her other Pokemon, and from her relationship with him she is learning to establish relationships with others. By this point Roz has learned that not everyone has the same personality as Vulcan, but she is at least able to remember connections with other people and Pokemon now.

In the matter of Pokemon battling, Roz's strengths lie in countering rather than initiating an attack. Apparently paradoxically, she also orders attacks to draw retaliation for her to counter. Though she has no love for violence or causing pain, Roz has formed a somewhat distant, assumptive view of fighting ("This is a battle. This is what one does in battle.").

History: Roz was raised in small house located a little over an hour from the nearest town. She had no siblings and was sometimes a little lonely, but was generally content with her life. Although usually a quiet child, she--as all people do--had good days and bad, sometimes causing her parents considerable frustration. The family remained close-knit, though--close-knit and happy. Unfortunately, Roz's memories of these days are distant and unclear. At times she wonders if she is only recalling dreams. When Roz was seven, a pair of thieves escaped from the jail in town and fled into the forest. No one was at the girl's home, so they broke in to obtain what resources they could before moving on. Roz's family stepped through the front door before the thieves had left and almost walked into the two men who were raiding the living room, causing shock and panic on both sides. Scared and shaken, one of the robbers pulled a knife from his pocket and stabbed it into the shoulder of Roz's father. Parents protected child, urging her on ahead of them as they ran from the building. Now more desperate than before to avoid witnesses, the thieves pursued the family--killing first the father, then the mother with their own kitchen knives. As one of the men prepared to strike Roz's deathblow, her mother exerted the last of her energy and yanked the man's ankle back. He fell, and Roz escaped. The thieves searched for Roz for almost an hour. But as their senses returned, they began to grow afraid of what they had done and of the police who were hunting them. After dropping the two dead bodies into a muddy ditch, they resumed their search for Roz until nightfall. Finally they relented and moved on, knowing that they could not afford to linger in the area any longer.

Meanwhile, the police had found Roz's house and were preparing a search party of their own. Roz, lost in the forest and numbed by what she had seen, sat trembling with her back to a tree. A rustling of leaves caused her to stiffen, and she had halfway crawled behind the tree
when a figure emerged from the bushes. The figure was not human and unlike any she had seen before. It was a Growlithe, though white-furred except for its black stripes. The initial approach of the two beings was slow and cautious, but each was soon able to see that the other intended no harm. When the police found Roz, she was curled up by the Growlithe's side--arms wrapped around its neck and head lying peacefully on its warm back. They gently awoke the girl and asked her what had happened. But she had no answer, no memory of that day, and no voice.

Since the murder of her parents, Roz has been understandably "off." Despite hours of therapy, she has not been able to speak and has greater ease forming thoughts into ideas or concepts rather than words (evident when she writes or during telepathic communication). While Roz is currently quiet-spirited and kind, her psychiatrists worry about the effects repressed emotions might have on her future state of mind. Throughout the years, Roz's memories have slowly returned to her, though they are largely fragmented and blurry. Nightmares of her parents' deaths are not uncommon for the girl, but fortunately the events are considerably less vivid and complete to her mind during her waking hours.

When the police discovered Roz in woods and brought her to the hospital, she refused to be parted from the Growlithe she was found with. This has not changed much. Within the first few days Roz's foster parents cared for her, they saw the bond between child and Pokemon. Consequently, their first gift to their new daughter was a Pokeball for Vulcan so that he could always be near her. Even now, Roz is hesitant to leave a Pokemon Center if Vulcan is still being treated and is likely to wait for him before stepping outside.

Though this problem is not as defined as it once was, Roz seems to have difficulty forming relationships. While she certainly liked--perhaps loved--her foster parents, she also seemed unable to accept them as family. The child had a tendency to disappear and caused her parents much trouble when she would forget to come home from school, wander away from them during outings, or simply leave the house. Her intent was not to hurt or cause worry; in fact, throughout these incidences she seemed to lack intent almost entirely. During these times, Vulcan would follow Roz, take care of her, and find a way to bring her back home. Because of this, on some occasions Roz would return within minutes or was prevented from becoming lost. Sometimes, however, she vanished for hours or even days. Naturally, these events were highly disconcerting to Roz's foster parents who took whatever measures they could to ensure their child's safety--extra locks on doors, child leashes, etc. Ironically, as Roz began to wander less, Vulcan suggested to her that she begin a Pokemon journey. Roz's safety was important to the Arcanine, but well-being exists in many forms besides physical.

Considering their daughter's state of mind, Roz's parents were initially opposed to the idea of her leaving home on an official journey. But they had also seen Vulcan's ability to care for the girl and made an agreement with him and Roz. If Roz could live for three months without one of her "wandering episodes," they would allow her to travel with Vulcan. Roz fulfilled this requirement when she was twelve and began her Pokemon journey the day after her thirteenth birthday.

Capturing Pokemon was never a priority for Roz. Thus, all her Pokemon except Vulcan were found already-injured and captured with Heal Balls. When she was fourteen, Roz found a Natu trapped under a fallen tree and caught it. Roughly a year later, she caught an injured Snorunt with another Heal Ball. A few months afterward, Roz captured an Electrike. Now Vulcan has suggested that she participate in the upcoming Zenith League Tournament.

Pokémon:
Type/Name - Natu/Melanie (an extension of "Melon," her orignal nickname (Roz thought the Natu resembled a melon))
Gender - F
Pokeball - Heal Ball
Personality/History - The conveyor of Roz's thoughts, Melanie rarely expresses her own thoughts to any except Roz and Vulcan. Her communication with others mainly consists of giving them information or directing them when needed. For those she does reveal her personality to, Melanie can be rather motherly. When Roz first found the Natu, the small bird had been injured in a recent storm. Roz captured Melanie in a Heal Ball to help the Natu recover, after which Melanie lingered about the human for a few days out of curiosity. Naturally Melanie noticed the disarray of Roz's mental state and her trainer's inability to speak. Feeling that she could not abandon someone in such need, Melanie decided to stay with Roz and has practiced long hours to be able to use her psychic abilities to establish frequent mental contact.

In battle, Melanie is probably Roz's weakest Pokemon. While she is intelligent, able to dodge well, and can perceive her enemies' weak points, she is likely to lose in a power match.
Other - Melanie is able to convey telepathic messages from Roz to other people and Pokemon and rides about on her trainer's shoulder. Though she generally does not battle, if Natu faints and/or is forced to return to her Pokeball, Roz communicates with her other Pokemon via hand-signals and differently-pitched snaps.


Type/Name - Arcanine/Vulcan (partially self-given)
Gender - M
Pokeball - Pokeball
Personality/History - Vulcan is Roz's guide, guardian, and closest friend. Since he met Roz after she lost her ability to speak and before she obtained Melanie, he and his trainer gained a deep understanding of one another that often causes words to become unnecessary. Strong and dependable, Vulcan is highly protective of Roz and probably needs to be so. His trainer possesses little volition and falls into lapses of obliviousness that he compensates for.

Many of the qualities Vulcan possesses are considered noble--virtue, wisdom, mercy, courage, honor, and more. Though Roz is definitely dear to the Arcanine, his protectiveness of her is not mindless or foolish.

For several years Roz had no name for Vulcan. Being unable to speak, she needed only to identify him to herself. And in such cases, recognition of the Pokemon's inherent identity was sufficient. But in order to help Roz regain her ability to formulate words, Roz's foster parents often gave her books to read. Such exercises were helpful, but also provided the source for Vulcan's name. When Roz was eleven, she was looking through a book of mythology and noticed a figure surrounded by fire. Reminded of the Growlithe that slept beside her, she showed him the picture. He looked at her questioningly, and she pointed to the being's name on the opposite page: "Vulcan, Roman god of Fire." The Pokemon found this name pleasing and took it for himself.

When Vulcan was a Growlithe journeying alone with Roz, the pair were attacked by a flock of Spearow and Fearow. Though the travelers escaped successfully and Vulcan had fought well, Roz had still received several scratches and a deep gash in her forearm. Vulcan knew that he could not protect Roz perfectly, but was still frustrated by what he perceived as his own weakness and incompetence. Roz, seeing the Growlithe's mingled anger and depression, offered him a gift that he was free to accept or refuse: A Fire Stone. Vulcan accepted and evolved.

As a Growlithe, Vulcan was almost constantly outside his Pokeball. But as a considerably larger Arcanine, he was forced to spend more time within spherical walls--particularly on city streets and indoors. Whenever she can let Vulcan out of his Pokeball, however, Roz does.

Vulcan is Roz's strongest fighter. When Roz was young and became lost in the woods or plains, he defended her against wild Pokemon. And until the girl obtained Melanie when she was 14, he was her only Pokemon to use during her journey. Even after Melanie's capture, the psychic bird rarely battled. Consequently, the Arcanine is capable of fighting against multiple opponents and lasting through consecutive matches. Since Roz could not give specific directions during battle until her Natu refined her telepathy, Vulcan can also fight independently.
Other - Aside from his black stripes, Vulcan has white fur.

Type/Name - Froslass/Crystal
Pokeball - Love Ball
Gender - F
Personality/History - While Roz was traveling through the mountains, she came upon a Snorunt that had offended the members of its colony and experienced somewhat painful consequences. The ice type appeared seriously injured when it was found and refused to move despite the worsening snow storm that surrounded it. Roz captured the Pokemon with a Heal Ball and restored its physical well-being. But upon the creature's first release from the Heal Ball, Roz and her Pokemon were shown why this Snorunt had been shunned. Indignant and angry about her capture, the female Pokemon appeared to have either forgotten or not noticed the help she had been given. Instead, the Snorunt criticized Roz and her Pokemon in every manner she could think of and demanded that she immediately be set free. The Snorunt was shocked when Roz obliged. With no apparent objections, the girl simply severed the Snorunt's connection with the Heal Ball, turned, and walked away.

The ice type waddled after Roz, suddenly deciding that she could not bear to be abandoned by the first being that had shown her kindness in a long while. Though the manner in which the Snorunt advertised her various uses and qualities to Roz dripped with desperation, the wild Pokemon also held the condition that if Roz's group was to enjoy the many benefits of her own company, she needed to be placed in a unique and more suitable Pokeball. The Snorunt followed Roz on foot until they reached the next town--though she would have ridden on Vulcan's back if he would have allowed her--and selected the Love Ball from a shop window. Upon her official recapture, the ice Pokemon introduced herself as Crystal.

While not entirely satisfied with her appearance as a Snorunt, Crystal still believed herself to be considerably more attractive than most Pokemon of any species. Becoming something of such savage demeanor as a Glalie, however, she abhorred. Thus, as she grew stronger, Crystal also increased the frequency of her demands for a Dawn Stone. Both Vulcan and Melanie observed that Crystal would probably never be strong enough to evolve into a Glalie, but Roz nonetheless obliged her Snorunt's demands and provided the object necessary for evolution into a Froslass.

Vain, arrogant, and self-centered; Crystal is not exactly popular among those she meets. While certainly not incompetent, the Froslass has a habit of thinking more highly of herself than she ought to and is quick to highlight the flaws in others. When she likes someone or such actions suit her needs, Crystal can be kind--even charming. The ice Pokemon also enjoys toying with anyone she can. Whether in an attempt to manipulate or by her impetuousness, Crystal only has some degree of sincerity in about half of what she says. Within her first 24 hours with Roz, Crystal learned that she could not treat to girl the same way she treated everyone else. Emotional reactions were not easy to draw from Roz, and the trainer accepted Crystal's words with an innocent simplicity. Untroubled obedience was oddly dissatisfying to Crystal, and the Arcanine that traveled with Roz soon proved too intimidating for the (then) Snorunt to begin to consider trying to take advantage of Roz's naivety.

Neither Vulcan nor Melanie trusts Crystal, and both view her as a child--much to her irritation. They disapprove of her rashness, her pettiness, and her lack of concern for others. Since her time with Roz, Crystal has grown steadily more fond of her trainer. The Froslass certainly does not possess Vulcan's or Melanie's level of affection, but she has enough regard for Roz to listen to her and to be decently offended should Roz be hurt. This, in part, has softened the opinions of Roz's first two Pokemon, who are slowly starting to view Crystal's existence more favorably.

Crystal is a decent fighter--above average when she is feeling cruel (whether a cold or enjoyed cruelty), but below average when she allows her frustration to control her. The Froslass's greatest strengths are her cunning and quick reactions.
Other - Crystal is slightly smaller than an average Froslass.

Type/Name - Electrike/Euclid
Pokeball - Heal Ball
Gender - M
Personality/History - Euclid is a creature of extremes and, unlike his namesake, not one who devotes much time to thinking. When the Electrike has something to focus on, he is strong-willed, positive, and driven. Without anything to devote himself to, Euclid becomes restless, agitated, and depressed.

While resting by a lake one afternoon, Roz heard the sounds that indicate a creature's approach. Melanie was perched on her trainer's shoulder as usual, Crystal (a Snorunt at the time) was playing in the water, and Vulcan was lying quietly at Roz's side. Hearing the noise of a unknown being, the Arcanine lifted his head and listened. Suddenly an Electrike charged from the bushes and threw itself at the fire Pokemon. A brush of Vulcan's paw found the wild Pokemon lying on the ground a few feet away. As the Electrike struggled to stand, Roz and her Pokemon noticed the thorns embedded in its legs and its food-starved build. Seeing the electric type's intent to continue the fight, Vulcan stood, but refused to cause serious injury to an opponent with such a serious disadvantage. Again and again the Electrike attacked the Arcanine, and each time it bounced off a turned shoulder or was rolled over by a white-furred paw. Not sure when the Electrike might decide to stop its futile attempts, Roz captured it in a Heal Ball.

Neither Roz nor her Pokemon understand why Euclid attacked Vulcan that day. But though the Electrike joined Roz's group with an unexplained enthusiasm after he was restored, defeating Vulcan remains one of his central goals (currently unaccomplished). Euclid's fighting abilities have grown considerably since he was caught, and his determination is usually an asset in battle. Unforunately, determination is not quite enough--particularly when one is as rash as Euclid. Without a trainer to think for him, his stubbornness is likely to cause him to Tackle a ghost type one day and continue until he dies from exhaustion. Euclid's natural Electrike speed gives him reactions that match or surpass Crystal's when he electrically stimulates his muscles, but his counters/dodges are less varied and creative. Vulcan and Melanie theorize that Roz named the Electrike "Euclid" in the hope that the name would somehow encourage him to think more. They are fairly certain that the name has not helped.

Euclid has not yet explained to any of the group how he fell into the ragged condition they found him in. He is not attempting to hide part of his past, but those who rush forward often do not look back, and no one has asked him about that portion of his history. They all have their own guesses anyway.
Other - N/A

Other (optional): Roz is mute and relies on her Natu to psychically communicate with anyone who does not know sign language. When she uses Melanie to give battle commands, Roz also tells her Pokemon to make the directions simultaneously known to her opponents to ensure a fair fight. Planning and strategy, however, she maintains on a private line.
RP Sample:
Stars shone dimly in the night sky, twinkling occasionally as though they were straining to touch Earth with their rays. A crescent moon was suspended in their midst--coloured a mottled silver that contrasted with their pure white. Beneath the celestial world above, three beings rested in an open field. The air was warm, but the breezes of the gradually cooling air made the trio comfortable and gently urged them to slumber. Only one of the three had already accepted this suggestion. Lying in Vulcan's thick, soft fur, Roz slept quietly as she did almost every night. Vulcan watched her wordlessly, a guardian to the one who so willingly entrusted her life to him. Melanie perched atop the Arcanine's head, glancing about as her thoughts dictated, but eventually resting her own eyes on Roz as well. A question entered her mind and she asked it. "Does it ever worry you?"

"Does what worry me?"

"The thought of what might happen to Roz without us."

For a long moment, the fire Pokemon did not respond. He had thought of the topic often, but never enjoyed allowing his mind to linger about the idea--which he inevitably did each time it entered his mind. Finally, after some deliberation he answered, "Sometimes. If I had it my way, I'd always be there to take care of Roz. But however it happens, one day I won't be able to help her with something. Until then, I can only try to prepare her for that time."

"That's why you told her to enter the tournament. To get her ready."

"Is that why you brought this up? But you're right; that was my intention . . . I only hope this doesn't backfire."

Melanie's eyes flicked down toward Vulcan, and the Arcanine's eyes turned upward in response. "What makes you think it will?" the Natu inquired.

"Earlier today, you mentioned that you had a dark premonition about this tournament. And whether fortunately or unfortunately, your premonitions are rarely wrong."

The psychic type replied with a mental laugh. "The gift of my kind."

The previously steady pattern of Roz's breathing was broken, and for an instant her breath seemed caught in her throat. The girl's body tensed, and she unconsciously clutched Vulcan's fur with one hand. Both Pokemon looked down at her--concerned, but not surprised.

"She's having that nightmare again," Melanie told her companion.

Vulcan folded his large tail over Roz's body, and after a shallow gasp she relaxed. "I know."

Edit: I AM FINALLY DONE! THANK YOU GOD!!!!!

Name: Corey Anne Stenson

Nicknames (optional): Stenson

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Flowing blonde hair, that reaches the middle of the back, with ice sparkling blue eyes and a killer white smile to top it all off. That's not what Corey looks like and she's extremely thankful for that. A typical blonde is not how she would like to live her life, and she would take her shoulder length brunette hair over stereotypical "babe" look anyday. Not many people notice the length of Corey's hair, but the only reasons for that would be guys only paying attention to her chest or the fact that she keeps her hair in two pony tails for the majority of her day. Continuing down her upper half, we come to her face, that when caressed has a smooth feel to it. Again, not that anyone would know because if someone tried to touch her face she'd probably spin kick them into the furthest region possible. Her eyes are a deep brown color, similiar to a chocolate bar that all the kids go crazy over once they're let out of classes for the day. On her nose rests a piercing, on the right side, that she's had since she turned sixteen to aid in her rebellious personality. Accompanying the nose piercing, Corey has both her ears, the lower parts, pierced and a navel piercing which we'll get to later.

Moving further down, we come to the mid upper part of this young woman, and its covered with a simple orange tank top, an odd symbol in the center of the chest that she designed herself, and red drawstring back for all of her other possesions. The symbol is actually of a bird flying upwards, with what appears to be gusts of winds behind it, to represent her love for flying pokemon, thanks to her mother. Back to the tank top, it cuts off just above the navel and we come back to that belly button piercing we discussed earliar. It is a simple piercing, like all the others, except it has a charizard charm hanging from it, again aiding to her love of flying pokemon.

Finally reaching the lower portion of Corey's body, we come to the yellow pants that cut off just at the ankles, giving Corey a sexy and tough looking appearrance. Her shoe's vary between a pair of orange flip flops and black sneakers and laces. Red, yellow, black and orange are the only colors she likes to where, but if needed she'll wear whatever she has to.

Personality: The personality that Corey posseses is basically one giant oxymoron, as she is both selfish yet caring. How in the hell can someone be a self centered jerk and then give a rats butt about someone? Well its actually quite simple when you look at it, but it is still puzzling as to how someone with this personality has any respect from her pokemon. When it comes down to it, Corey lives only for herself and doesn't care who she steps on to get to where she's going - even her pokemon. To her, they are tools to be used to further her goals of becoming one of the greatest trainers to ever live. In each battle, Corey spaces out the status of her pokemon and just uses her strategic genius to win the battle as swiftly as possible. If the battle turns out to be a victory, Corey celebrates to herself in her mind and quickly recalls her pokemon and leaves to go begin training again. But if the victory results in a loss, Corey becomes a very compassionate person and immediately runs off to the Pokemon center to get all of her pokemon fixed up. The downside to this compassion though is that one healed, its back to training and the sessions are by far not easier.

Her relationship with her pokemon, while strict, does have some occassional emotion involved. With her Charizard there is the most love, as he has been Corey's "friend" since she started her journey, and shows her the most effection. Mantine and her have great respect for each other, only wanting to battle and win and move on with life, and thus while they do not talk much they do accept each others company. Trophius and Corey don't talk at all, it might have something to do with Trophius being a mute, and that's perfectly fine with them both. Tropius comes out to either fly Corey or battle, and then goes right back in his pokeball. Finally we come to Plusle & Minun, who are a major annoyance to Corey, seeing as she never wanted them as pokemon anyway.

History: Where to begin the story of Corey Anne Stenson. Well I guess a good beginning would be her childhood/beginning of her journey.

Born into this world from loving parents, Katherine Ritzo and Winston Michael Stenson III, Corey was an elegant and cheerful little girl who loved to learn new things and master them. From the start, it was known that Corey would be a gifted person, learning things at a much faster rate than most - such as walking, which she began to do at the age of one, and even speaking, at the age of 2. Raised by fair parents, Corey learned all of lifes lessons in her own way and accepted any benefits or consequences that came with them. But life threw her a curveball, at the age of seven, that changed her life from then on and her former sweet and nuturing personality turned to cold, and somewhat, cruel. While away on business, her father was killed by a stampede of Tauros, who had been riled up by a group of young kids who thought it was fun to physically torture pokemon. Flying over on her mothers Staraptor, Corey began to cry and cry and it didn't appear she would ever stop, but she did once they landed and she saw the kids, all of the older than her. The tears of her body dried up, rage now filling her eyes, and since that day not a single droplet of water has emerged from her now moistureless pupils.

And then time fast fowards, three years, to when it came time for Corey to start her pokemon journey and take care of herself. Choosing Charmander, Corey began her strict lifestyle of training and training until there was no possible way to train anymore. Putting her one and only pokemon, at the time, up against trainers, old and young, and wild pokemon, large and small, until evolution could occur no more and every move possible was learned. And over the next ten years, she did this type of training equally with each pokemon she captured, with the exception of her Plusle and Minun.

Now, after ten years, we come to the present day. Corey has dedicated ten years to training her Charizard, eight years to Mantine, one year to Tropius, and just over two weeks for Plusle and Minun. The Zenith Tournament had been announced at the town Corey had just passed through, and she had made up her mind to participate in such a grand competition. Her ten years of experience, in her opinion, will give her an extremely good edge over much of the competition, but Corey would nevertheless continuing her strict training regiment, especially with her newest pokemon Plusle & Minun.

Pokémon:

Charizard: What does one normally see with a Charizards personality? Attitude, superiority, arrogance? Well not with Corey's Charizard, who is completely and totally different than your normal everyday Charizard. Ever since Corey received him, back when he was just a little Charmander, her Charizard has been a very affectionate and loving pokemon. Once that button is hit on his pokeball, and he is released, that Charizard immediately picks Corey up and begins flying around happily just because he gets to cuddle with Corey in mid-air. This however is the only time his personality is different, when just hanging around with Corey. Once its time to battle, his personality becomes completely strategic and he listens to every command that Corey gives him. Instead of just using brute strength, like most Charizards do, her Charizard has grown a custom to Corey's skillful training and learned to think ahead of the battle to view the possible outcomes.

Moving back, lets see how Corey came across such a loveable and abnormal creature. When Corey was first starting her journey, leaving her home of Saffron, she made her way to Pallet Town, by way of her mothers Skarmory, to recieve her starter pokemon. Like most, she was unsure of which starter to choose and it had only been made more difficult since her parents didn't have their original starter pokemon anymore. She had grown up around flying and rock pokemon, her mom being the flyer of the family and her dad the lover of ancient/fossil pokemon. When it came down to it, she would accept any pokemon she was given - as none of the three starter pokemon were the specific type she was used to. And so she did, picking the only remaining pokemon left, Charmander. Immediately, the pokemon showed his affection for Corey and wrapped its little claws around her leg, clinging as if for dear life, and began rubbing his head up and down.

Not wanting to start her adventures in Kanto, Corey again borrowed one of her mothers flying pokemon, her Aerodactyl, and made her way to the Sinnoh region. After watching the rock-flying pokemon disappear into the distance, her journey officially began and she was left to her own devices and began training. Her training was not like most trainers, ones who wanted to grab as many pokemon as possible, and she focused mainly on the pokemon she truly wanted. And this was the reason why her Charmander became such a powerful and skillful Charizard. The training allowed Charmander to match attack for attack against a pact of Houndoom and Houndour, around ten or so pokemon in total, and halfway through the battle he had evolved into a Charmeleon. While the battle itself was a victory, ultimately it was sort of a failure as Charmeleon passed out and had to be rushed to the nearest pokemon center, which turned out to had been half an hour away.

Thankfully, Charmeleon pulled through and dived right back into training with Corey to become even stronger and never pass out again. Months later, when a trainer had come out of no where to challenge Corey, Charmeleon finally evolved into a Charizard when battling the trainers Typholsion. The battle had been mostly one sided, the other trainer taking advantage of the lesser evolved pokemon, but quickly changed with the fire types evolution. Quickly after that, Corey used her strategic intelligence to conquer the trainer. For the next two years, Corey traveled only with her Charizard and battling many battles and continuing to grow.

Mantine: Mantine's personality the rebellious one of the group, and it seems that maybe she and Charizard switched theirs, and while she obeys Corey's commands during battles, she doesn't really listen when out of them. Very rarely can Corey and Mantine be seen not screaming at each other, and Corey's other pokemon have grown just live with it and avoid contact with such an "angry" creature as much as possible.

Mantine was the second pokemon that Corey ever captured, and was captured just outside the Hoenn Region as Corey had been flying over some land near a large ocean. Just a Mantyke then, Corey initiated the battle by having Charizard use a wing attack on the small creature that sent it skimming across the water, landing with a huge splash some distance away. Corey had Charizard hover over the water, and move in the direction of the flying water pokemon only to be ambushed as Mantyke flew upwards, a hydro pump attack emitting from its mouth. Charizard, along with Corey, were blasted backwards into the trees were Corey fell off Charizards back and landed on some branches. This enraged Charizard, and he quickly chased the Mantyke around the surrounding area continuing its onslaught of wing attacks, some landing some not, with the water type pumping out water guns and hydro pumps. The battle ensued for what felt like hours until finally, right before Corey was going to give Charizard a rest, the Mantyke fainted into the water with a dazed look in its eyes. Taking advantage of the now unconcious pokemon, Corey unleashed the pokemon she had clutching in her grasp and watched as it landed on the upside down pokemon. The red light engulfed the creature and as it floated on the water, the red light flashing every few seconds, it was captured and a smile appeared on Corey's face. Thankful that battle was over, Charizard landed and Corey recalled him knowing the rest was deserved and needed.

For the next three years, Mantyke refused to listen to anything Corey had to say, even in battles, and would just sit there in the water or air when let out. The only time Mantyke ever took action was when in a battle and the other team attacked her, thinking it would be an easy victory with a pokemon who refused to fight. Once attacked, Mantyke would battle her own way, as Corey watched on in frustration, and never give up and has yet to lose in battle. Even under those conditions, Mantyke also refused to do anything Corey wished and the big thing at the time was to evolve. Many times, Mantyke reached a certain point in her training where she could evolve, but refused to and fought it off with all her strength. Coming to an end of that third year, Corey finally confronted Mantyke and they made an agreement. If Mantyke would evolve into Mantine and would listen to Corey during battles, she would leave her be the remainder of the time. Mantyke finally agreed, with the extra condition that she was to be used as a last resort pokemon, and after some more training finally evolved into Mantine.

Tropius: How can one describe the personality of a deaf mute pokemon? Well Tropius completely understands Corey, and the other pokemon, but he just never responds back. All in all his personality would have to be quiet - where he keeps to himself basically all of the time. This, keep to self, personality definitely shows when he is released from his pokeball, only coming out to battle and transport Corey somewhere. Once his job is down, however, he immediately returns to the confined and quiet space of his pokeball.

Now why would Corey want such a silent pokemon to train, especially when she couldn't really communicate with him? Well while Tropius is mute, his battling skills are most certainly more advanced than the average Tropius. How is that possible? Well when one is a deaf mute, their other senses are heightened extremely and allows him to react more efficentlly to your normal everday pokemon. The main focus of his heightened senses are his eyes, which can seek out anything around the area to be used at a strategic advantage. And when Corey first came across this creature, she realized this and even with both Charizard and Mantine, she had a hard time winning but eventually did with Mantines help. But lets get into that battle with more detail.

The battle began as Corey was flying low over some ocean, riding atop Mantine for once, and she was just sitting there with her eyes closed as the wind blew through her hair. Suddenly though, her eyes snapped open, as a Hyper Beam attack blasted up from the forest directly to Corey's left. Motioning to Mantine, the flying water pokemon swerved in the direction of the attack that began fading, and they started flying over the trees. After a few minutes, they came to an open field but it wasn't a normal field - it was just recently created, and the hyper beam attack was the cause. And sitting directly in the middle of the new field, now staring up at Corey and her Mantine, was Tropius and quickly began charging a Solar Beam to launch in her direction. Swiftly calling out Charizard, Corey ordered him to use an Aerial Ace and Wing Attack combo to quickly end the battle. But Tropius just stood its ground, charging up the Solar Beam and then, right before Charizard landed his attack, quickly sidestepped the orange creature, with amazing speed, and blasted his back with the powerful grass attack. Not wanting to give up, Charizard went to attack again but Corey ordered him to stop and rest and decided to throw Mantine into the game. Leaping backwards to allow the flying pokemon to leave, Corey gave Mantine the command to use a Double Team and Water Pulse combination.

It was here that Corey knew she needed to take hold of this pokemon as her own, as he just stood there and launched his own Wing Attack on the original Mantine. Perplexed as to how he had done it, Corey called off both her pokemon and motioned to the Trophius to write it a note. Corey began writing a note to the Tropius on a piece of paper she pulled from her bag. Luckily, the grass flying type had somehow learned to read human.It was then that Tropius agreed to join her team and for the last year has been training with Corey, learning Corey's strategies and sign language so she can command attacks to him during battles.

Plusle & Minun: Annoying, pestering, unwanted rats is how Corey would describe Plusle, a boy, and Minun, a girl. That, however, is not there personality in the least bit - as they both are cheerful, playful, energetic creatures who just want to have fun. And this how they came to be Corey's pokemon, because of their playfulness when they saw her training one day. They had been running playfully through a small pond, their usual hangout, when they spotted Corey. Enjoying the idea of possibily making some friends, both of them ran over and began jumping around Corey's feet - only to get told to leave immediately.

This however, was not wat Plusle and Minun were good for - so they went to take something from her bag, when they both accidently hit two of her pokeballs and caught themselves. Rage had filled Corey's eyes and face, but she never released a pokemon once captured - she did not believe it was right to throw something like that away.

And now it has been two weeks, and Corey was forced to balance training Tropius and the two new pests.

Other (optional): Corey knows sign language, which she mainly uses to communicate with Tropius when he is out - but could use it anywhere really. Corey, through out training her pokemon, also trained herself to work on her own strength, speed and intelligence. And it would not be wise to test her training, if you were a pokemon or person.

RP Sample: The wind was blowing, a nice gentle breeze, as the Tropius made its way through the air, her trainer resting comfortablely on its back. Their destination was the trainers home town, Eterna City, where they could all rest before her next pokemon journey. Just returning from a small trip to the Orange Islands, the flying pokemon was high above Oreburg City and making good time towards Eterna. The air had been warm, but was cooling down as the sun began to set in the distance. The view was great, one of the many reasons that the trainer enjoyed flying pokemon. Blonde hair, flowing in the small gusts of wind, and blue eyes, sparkling in the now fading sun.

Such beauty, and it never ceases to amaze me how magnificent such natural things can be. A beeping sound interrupted Tricia's train of thought, and she reached down and picked up her Pokecom, a device she had invested a lot of money in that enabled her a mobile phone plus some other things, and attached it to her right ear. Quickly pressing the small button, she had picked up the phone call. "Hello," said Tricia in a mature, yet young, voice.

"Am I speaking to one, Tricia Ebony Asterton?" asked a somewhat dark tone of voice.

"Yes this is her, who is this may I ask?"

"Right now that is not of your concern, but you have a choice to make."

"Excuse me?" said Tricia now getting annoyed at this suspicious voice.

"The proffesors of the four regions, including Professor Ivy of the Orange Islands, are going to be kidnapped and murdered. The organization that I work for is going to be responsible for this, and now its time to make that choice I told you about."

"And what would that be" Tricia asked worried about what exactly was going to happen.

"You either, being on of the few remaining Advanced Trainers in the world, join my organization and help take out the proffesors. Or, you can choose to stand against us, and be killed just like the proffesors and all the other Advanced Trainers who chose this choice."

Fear filled Tricia's body, she didn't know what was going on and why she was being brought into this. And one of the few remaining Advanced Trainers? There were tons of them, or was this person telling the truth and this "Organization" killed them all. Tricia's best bet was to go along with their plan, and hopefully take it out from the inside.

"Fine," said Tricia nervously, "i'll join your organization. Where am I going?"

"Fly to Saffron City in the Kanto Region. Once there, we'll contact you." And with that, the person hung up the phone.

What the hell is going on!? This is so crazy. Tricia whispered to her Tropius, and she began flying off to Saffron City instead of home.

Somewhere unknown, the same mysterious man was calling the two other Advanced Trainers left in the world. Also, he was planning to call the Proffessors of their impending doom, knowing a chase to hunt them down would be much better.

Yaaaay! People! =D Okay, let's see here. :3

@Got-a-Plan-B: Well, those links helped my search quite a bit. I also see that you've fleshed out the info on your pokémon, so...~Accepted~ it is.

@Kansas: I have half a mind to cry out for a specific sample simply because I'm a little prick like that, but...ah, what the heck. The profile looks fine and I'm feeling charitable, so...~Accepted~

Don't make me regret my soft-heartedness, aye? x3

@Kogenta: Meebles...I had half a mind to bug you by PM like I did with most of the good RPers I knew, but I had no idea if you were busy with real life or not. XD Glad for the interest. :3 ~Pending~

@Chabz: Well, I don't really do the whole reservation thing anymore since I realized it's sort of pointless. (If I feel like waiting to give people time then I do it regardless of whether it says 'reserved' or not, and in the end of the day strong profiles still bump out the weak, so...) But yeah, ~Pending~ it is. You still have the better part of the week to work with (It's not like I'm getting to start on mine until Friday =O), so it shouldn't be too big a problem, right? ^^


Oh, and since I just noticed my ditzy oversight, I would be much obliged if you all followed Ibuberu's example and added a 'gender' field to your profiles. Thanks. :3

The sign up is done~!

I did change one part of Adel's apparel, and added a bit to the end of Adel's personality, making her seem more crafty and cunning, despite her strong belief in following the rules xD;

I dont think I can top the other posts, but I'll make it as long as possible. Don't have all the time in the world, so I'll fill in as much as I can tonight. Just starting to show my intrest in the rp.

Name: Ryu Shinto
Nicknames (optional): Emo Kid
Age: 18
Gender:Male
Appearance: Well, the nickname can give a general idea, but I'll explain it.
Ryu has a straightforward build with a height of 5'9 and a weight of 126 pounds. With a light tan crossing his face, it gives him a gleeming with one eye visible and another covered by his hair. As for his hair color, it's mainly black with red dyed in the front, covering his right eye. Most people take this as a sign of being emo, but that is not true. Though his hair may sway to cover one eye or another, that's not really important. His teeth aren't exactly a gleeming, but they're kept decent enough for a good smile(Even though it'll never happen XD) Overall, this is one face you could notice in the night, anywhere.

As for his apparel, Ryu sports a plain black shirt with some rips on top, showing a little bit of his shoulders. Around his right arm is a wristband and watch, used by him everyday. Occasionaly, he'll put his black hoodie if it gets cold, which has a strange red symbol imprinted in the back. If you ask him what it is, he won't have a clue. As for his bottom apparel, Ryu keeps gray pants on, with red stripes lining them as they go down. Also, there a touch of grey going down the sleeves of his shirt. And as for his shoes, he keeps white sneakers on(Nothing special, more coming soon)
Personality: (Y'know...what your character is like? Yeah, that thing. No adjective lists. Mary-Sues and Gary-Stus will be shot on sight.)
History: (Because I don't buy into your character having spontaneously popped into existence for the sole purpose of participating in this tournament. Also, kindly keep your personal shipping fetishes out of this; no matter how much you wish it, your character is not allowed to be the illegitimate lovechild of Wallace and Juan or anything down that vein, so don't even try to go there.)
Pokémon: (You character's team size is up to you, though the more pokémon you have the less training each individual one would have received. Also, all pokémon are required to have some personality and history to them.)
Other (optional): (Miscellaneous tidbits of information that you couldn't quite manage to cram into the above fields)
RP Sample: (If you think you don't need one, you probably do. This field can be the make or break for your sign-up, so unless you are very confident in the rest of the profile, I would strongly suggest putting proper effort into this. Fresh samples are preferred, but as long as you give a reference link to the original, your old writing is also acceptable. For personal reasons, I also want proof that you can RP a pokémon with personality somewhere within the sample.)

Name: Alexander Cyril Almassy

Nicknames: Alex, Al, various other uses (or misuses) of his name...

Age: Older than dirt. Okay, so he's nineteen. I didn't say it was old dirt.

Gender: Give me an M! Give me an A! Give me an L! Give me an E! What's that spell? MALE! MALE! Come on, shout it! Feel the testosterone!

Appearance: Alex has his own ideas about fashion, and unfortunately these ideas have gone a long way to convince people that he suffers from an as-yet undiagnosed mental disorder. The way he dresses is nothing short of insane- the black sleeveless top, once a muscle shirt, being layered over a starched white oxford is strange enough on its own, let alone the fact that Alex wears a bright red bow tie with it- a color, that, it should be noted, does not suit him at all, considering his shock of messy, shoulder-length hair. Attempts to cover said hair with a grey fedora are not entirely succesful, and usually result in numerous strands of hair poking out from beneath the hat. In addition, Alex's eyes are just that shade of green which does not go well with bright red anything. And this is just the top half of his attire. From the torso down, Alex appears to have stepped out of a fashion magazine spawned from an unfortunate mesalliance between "Trainer's Monthly" and "Fads of Yesteryear". The sturdy hiking boots are a common enough accessory among trainers, to be sure, but bell-bottomed jeans with flame-shaped decals sewn in? Most are fairly sure that even in the 80's, clothing like this was looked down upon. And the trainer's belt, with the few filled Pokeballs Alex possesses clipped onto it is all well and good, but the massive ram-shaped belt buckle? Tacky when it was new. Why Alex chooses to wear such a horrendous outfit is quite beyond most people, especially considering the fact that aside from his peculiar choice in dress, Alex isn't all that bad looking. A bit on the short side, to be sure, but still, not one to frighten the horses. One would think that he dresses this way as either a rebellion against good taste in clothes, or to ensure that nobody in their right mind who wants to preserve some sort of public image would be caught dead talking to him. Possibly both.

Personality: Alex does not want to hear your complaints. He does not want to hear your compliments. He does not want to hear your suggestions. In fact, he would appreciate it if you would kindly stop talking to him and get the hell out of his personal bubble. This is because Alex is, to put it bluntly, an arrogant jerk. Alex takes individualism to the extreme- in his case, "don't spend more than a minute around anyone who disagrees with you in any way, shape, or form." He has a deep, personal conviction that he knows best and will always know best and anyone else who even thinks about trying to get a word in edgewise deserves to be drawn, quartered, and fed to his Pokemon. In Alex's world you are either with him or you're cannon fodder. Thankfully for the vast majority of the world, Alex lacks the charisma necessary to persuade others to follow him for the most part, or he would have doubtless mounted a campaign for public office by now in order to impose his very narrow views on the way things should be on the rest of the public. Actually, Alex isn't particularly skilled in any area- outside of a knack for rattling off completely useless facts and confusing most people around him, the only area he excels in at all is training Pokemon, though he tends to put much more stock in his skills as a trainer than they merit. This is probably why he has entered the Zenith Island tournament, as opposed to starting with something closer to his actual skill level as a trainer.

Cocky beyond reason, Alex refuses to admit that he is flawed. This erroneous belief probably has roots in his childhood- though we won't go into that now. For the moment, it is enough to say that Alex is convinced that he is the greatest thing since sliced bread. And because of this, he has very few friends. That's fine with Alex- he would much rather devote the time spent fostering relationships to himself, anyway.

Despite his obvious egotism and overconfidence, Alex is actually an individual that should really be pitied as opposed to hated. His attitude, overconfidence, and even his weird fashion sense all stem from a common root- a deep-seated fear of losing. Of being forgotten. Alex has, for good reason, developed a phobia of being completely forgotten by everyone he has ever met. This is why the few Pokemon he's opened up to about his dreams without his usual bravado or cockiness have decided to join up with him. He and his Pokemon have entered the tournament with a single goal- to make sure that no matter what happens, they will be remembered.

History: Alex was born into a family, like so many other children. It was neither poor, nor was it rich. It wasn't really much of anything. His father was a white-collar worker, one of the many employed by Silph Co.'s Johto branch, and he worked as a patent attorney, making sure that rival corporations couldn't claim inventions before his client. Alex's father was a small man, with a slight stutter, who worked late nights and burned the midnight oil to make sure that his family was provided for. He had no ambitions to speak of beyond surviving one day to the next, and no real dreams besides waking up, eating bran flakes, going to work, and making it home with his paycheck. Alex's mother was slightly more memorable, to Alex at least. With his father working so many late nights and occasionally weekends, Alex didn't usually catch sight of him. It didn't bother Alex much- he assumed that this was the way that families worked. He had always been rather shy, and hadn't really made any friends. Alex's mother usually wasn't bothered by this- she was too busy making sure that her own social life, which consisted mainly of dinners with friends and cheap talk with other middle-class homemakers, stayed on track. It was fairly obvious to Alex that he was on his own. The one friend he opened up to was the Misdreavus who hung around his house. He had no idea where the Pokemon had come from, only that it seemed to like him for some reason. That suited Alex just fine.

Alex's life was rather dull. It consisted mainly of trying to avoid standing out in a crowd, and chatting with Dreave, as he called his ghostly friend. His mother took care to make sure that her son dressed himself tidily each day, and on occasion attempted to socialize him with other children, though his shyness mostly turned such efforts into failure. In the end, she gave up and mostly left Alex to himself. This gave him the freedom to experiment- his first one being with clothing, as he started to try combinations of clothes that would cause most people to cringe on for size. Life marched on like a military parade- one day identical to the next. A slight variation here or there, and nothing else. Alex grew older, and began to think about why he felt so alone. It hadn't bothered him before, but now that he was beginning to enter adolesence he began to realize that aside from his mother, father, and Dreave, no one seemed to notice his existence. It was as if he was invisible. In some ways, this was understandable- Ecruteak was rather large, for a village, due to the presence of a Gym- but in many ways it began to hurt him. He felt like he was a ghost sometimes.

When Alex was fifteen years old, his father died.

It was rather sudden and unexpected. An unfortunate accident involving a steel girder, and a construction worker. The firm responsible for the construction project apologized. Alex cried. He hadn't really taken notice of his father, he realized. To him, his father hadn't been so much a person as a fixture. Someone who had lived around the house and was somehow responsible for bringing home food. He had never payed attention to the man before he died. It was then that Alex realized something.

What if that's how everyone else sees me?

At the funeral of Alexander Cyril Almassy, Sr., there were a total of five guests. Two of them stayed in touch with Alex's mother for a month, and the others vanished from the radar. Life went on. Alex Sr. Was forgotten.

Alex took note of this. He swore, from that day forward, he would be someone that nobody could possible forget. He would never be invisible again. He had been in hiding too long. It was time to come out. As his first act, he acquired a Trainer's License, before hitting the road on his own without so much as a farewell kiss to his mother. Dreave, of course, was his starter. After fighting his way through a reasonable stretch of the Johto Region- he had made it from his home to Mahogany Town- Alex received word that a special tournament was being held. Convincing himself that if he won he would always be remembered, he immediately signed up.

Pokemon:

Misdreavus/"Dreave" (Male): Alex's starter, and his best friend. Dreave is a rather sympathetic creature, naturally attracted to those who are insecure or hurting. As a wild Pokemon, he encountered Alex, who was barely five years old, and decided to hang around him- in Dreave's own words, "Just for kicks". He was amused by Alex's shyness and insecurity, and decided to stay near the house, always within sight of the child, to help him overcome his problems. He became caught up in Alex's life before he knew it, developing an almost parental attachment to his young charge, and eventually deciding to join him when Alex announced his intention of starting a Pokemon journey. Dreave was never much for battling, preferring to leave that task to other, more violently-inclined team members like Zetta, but he's more than capable of defending himself when he needs to. Considering himself a mentor and guidance counselor of sorts to the rest of the group, Dreave is understandably upset when the other members completely disregard his advice, and has threatened to go AWOL more than once. However, as of yet, he hasn't made good on these threats. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he stands to gain something from journeying with Alex- something he hasn't told the rest of the group about yet...

Kadabra/"Zetta" (Male): Zetta, whose name is a mathematical expression equalling ten to the twenty-first power, was never really a team player. Like Alex, he has an intense desire to do things his way, or not at all. This is probably due to Abra-hood trauma, resulting from his being captured by a ten-year-old kid who knew nothing about Pokemon training and being forced into battles. Zetta was astounded by the inexperience and stupidity of his trainer, and became convinced that most, if not all humans, were complete imbeciles compared to him, and resolved to never obey the orders of a trainer again after following commands blindly caused him to sustain a serious injury on more than one occasion. Because of Zetta's less-than-agreeable temperament, his owner had no qualms with trading him to Alex for an easier-to-handle Stantler, and was grateful for the chance. At first, Zetta regarded Alex with a similar attitude to his original trainer- an idiot who somehow managed to get other Pokemon to follow him. However, after a few days spent in Alex's company, Zetta began to see in his new trainer a kindred spirit- they were both equally disillusioned with other people, disliked following orders, and wanted fame an fortune. Since their overall goals seemed to match up, Zetta made a bargain with his new trainer- he would travel with him and take suggestions in battle, as long as he got to pick and choose which battles he entered and wasn't expected to follow every order one hundred percent. Alex agreed, sensing that if he didn't he wouldn't get anywhere with this loose cannon Abra he had just picked up. Within a few months, Zetta had evolved to Kadabra, and was already dealing out the hurt. As the team's loose cannon, Zetta enjoys taunting and mocking the other members, particularly Dreave, much to the Misdreavus's chagrin.

Murkrow/"Forever" (Female): A particularly odd bird (no pun intended), Forever's name was chosen because it conveyed the exact opposite meaning of the famous phrase "Nevermore" associated with black birds (or bird-type Pokemon). Forever, or Fore as she is often referred to, is probably the member of the team who is the least in-touch with reality- and considering the fact that both Zetta and Alex overestimate their own abilities and intelligence to a massive degree, that's saying something. As a daydreamer, Forever has absolutely zero capability in battle- outside of Perish Song, she can barely hold her own against a lower level Pokemon, let alone the type of high level opponents she'll likely be facing in the Zenith tournament. Forever seems hardly concerned about the state of things around her- in fact, she was captured while daydreaming on a tree branch, and when the Pokeball closed over her she hardly seemed to notice. Alex lets her tag along because she's amusing, and because she sings, for a Murkrow, rather well. Forever has no qualms about staying with Alex since he's a convenient source of food and a captive audience.

Ekans/"Nag" (Male): Alex's newest Pokemon, and to date his most annoying. Nag is, to put it bluntly, a glutton who travels with Alex mostly because humans are a convenient source of food. Nag is naturally gifted in Pokemon battles, possessing some sort of inborn resilience to attacks- not enough to compensate for a disadvantage in type or a huge gap in strength, but enough to even up the odds a bit in unfavorable matchups. For this reason, Alex tracked him down and attempted to capture him, only to be dismayed by Nag's other natural talent- the ability to literally swallow anything his unhinged jaws could get around with little trouble, including a Pokeball thrown at him. Eventually, Alex managed to convince him to join the group with the promise of food. Since then, he has contributed a second dedicated battler to the team, but also a major liability in that he requires Alex to shell out enormous quantities of food. If Alex fails to comply, Nag has no qualms with absolutely refusing to battle for him, or stealing food from other trainers. This has placed Alex in a few problematic situations, to say the least, and he'll be grateful once Nag has finally eaten enough to evolve. Well, at least, according to his Pokedex, Ekans sometimes become unusually gluttonous even by Ekans standards before evolution, but in Nag's case, it could probably just as well be actual gluttony...

RP Sample: RP sample? You wish for an RP sample? Oh, come, we were in Neo Genesis together, AE. Don't tell me you've forgotten. (Seriously, I'll fetch one if I need to, but for now I'm done.)

Edit: You forgot to mention that all RPers carry exactly one yoctogram of weight, and that we're all a bunch of factoring hectopascals, silly. SOH CAH TOA. *shot'ed* BTW, sign-up is now finished, but I reserve the right to expand the history section and personality section if accepted, if that's okay with you.

@Chabz: OMG! All those prettyful paragraphs! o.o You deserve a cookie or something for this, really. As long as the stuff on Tropius and the Plusle/Minun duo is anywhere near what you have displayed thus far, I'll certainly not have any problems with accepting this. Keep at it and give me a holler when you're done. ^^

@Ibuberu: And finished it is indeed. You have also done nothing stupid and the character still promising, so without a doubt you are ~Accepted~, be happy. =D

@Ryuujin-kun: ...not very promising thus far, but since you haven't written much yet either, I'll reserve judgment for now. ~Pending~

@Thesis: Later today? You're so zetta slow, I demand that you write the rest of it now, you lazy radian; fail to comply and I shall run your profile through a zero matrix! >O *Shot*

Nah, just kidding. Later today it is. :3 ~Pending~


Oh, and since I finally managed to get off my lazy butt and write this, I present to you...my sign-up!

Name: Laure Whitendon
Nicknames (optional): Laura, Princess, Prissy, Pipsqueak, Goldilocks, Half-pint, Crybaby, Snivelflake...(not that he particularly likes any of them, mind you)
Age: 15
Gender: Male, diet version, now with 70% less testosterone.
Appearance: Barely reaching past one and a half meters even when standing at full height, Laure's body is far from the manly ideal and he is painfully aware of it, usually attempting to make himself look as small and inconspicuous as he can in the hopes that people will just flat out not notice him (it rarely works). His hair is blonde, reaching to around shoulder-length at the back with a few stray strands of almost equal length usually hanging around his frightened, dark blue eyes at the front. His body is thinly built, with small, delicate fingers and a pale complexion still unmarred by the ravages of puberty. These traits, combined with the unusually high pitch of his voice, have the unfortunate of effect of making quite many people mistake Laure for a girl at first glance, much to the boy's chagrin.

As clothing goes, Laure looks very much like someone who has gone through an older sibling's closet, usually wearing a vermilion-colored hoodie that looks at least a size or two too big for him, his fingers nearly disappearing beneath the sleeves, which he consequently tends to keep rolled up a bit, and the hem reaching down almost to his knees, a faded old band T-shirt or the other always present beneath it. The frayed denim jeans beneath seem an equally poor fit, reaching a fair bit beneath his ankles in length and probably remaining on their designated place solely by virtue of the black leather belt Laure has strapped around his waist, an accessory which also serves to keep his pokeballs around for quick access. The black and white sneakers on his feet seem to be the only articles of clothing that match their wearer's size, but worn and dirtied from constant use as they are, they have much the same, slightly shabby look to them. Once one has soaked in the impression of these clothes, one also tends to pay attention to three pieces of Laure's apparel: the black kit bag he carries over his shoulder - home to most of his earthly possessions -, the thin, silvery chain around his neck which connects to the slightly outdated pokegear he keeps concealed beneath his sweater, and above all the greyish white baseball cap with the standard pokeball symbol emblazoned in black at the front, an accessory that never seems to leave his immediate presence. Judging by the way Laure seems to fiddle with the cap whenever he's nervous, it is probably an object with at least some sentimental value attached to it, but Laure tends to get too flustered and embarrassed to manage any definite answer when pressed on the subject.

Personality: Most people tend to have the same first impression of Laure: baggy clothes, fidgety mannerisms, a shy half-glance of blue-eyes from beneath a tuft of blonde hair - immediately averted should eyes meet - a bashful, slightly forced smile, a heavy blush and an introduction mumbled in a voice too low and unclear to ever be audible to any but the sharpest listeners. Shy and reclusive, if there is one thing the boy lacks it is confidence. He is easily intimidated by strangers, be it simply because of their size, age, or skills, and has an even more severe case of girl shyness that causes his tongue to effectively knot itself and his face to flush with a shade of deepest red in the presence of any even vaguely attractive member of the fairer sex who is anywhere in the age bracket of thirteen to thirty - or looks the part. Consequently, Laure's social interactions are limited to say the least. He has major trouble with speaking his mind to anyone but a close acquaintance or reliable, older adult, painfully aware of what a dork everyone else must take him for and ashamed of it beyond words.

He tries, though, tries to be brave and confident, tries to speak and walk and act like everyone else, tries...to just be normal, really, but things just never quite seem to work out for him. The harder Laure focuses on not doing anything strange, the greater his risk of blurting out something truly idiotic or knocking something over, immediately reverting him to full stutter and blush mode and effectively ruining any chance of a good first impression. Needless to say, compliments are equally effective in embarrassing the heck out of him, as are public corrections, or just about anything that draws the attention he so desperately seeks to avoid, really. In fact, a pokemon battle appears to be the only situation where Laure is able to shake off his inherent nervousness. Even then it is only his complete focus on the fight that allows this to occur, and a suitably scathing remark or embarrassing mistake is all it takes to break the spell and reduce him to his usual, insecure self, so even though he is a skilled battler, Laure is prone to making critical mistakes and taking losses simply because of poor nerves.

Oddly enough, while social interaction with the better part of humanity frightens Laure to no end, he seems to have no such fears about interacting with pokemon, being fully able to approach a snarling Persian with bandages in hand to tend to its wounds, for instance. Pokemon are obviously very precious to Laure, and people abusing them - be it physically or verbally - seems to be one of the few things that can really spark anger in the otherwise timid child. He also despises harming others, which is why his battling style emphasizes incapacitating opponents rather than damaging them.

History: The first-born son of an upper middle-class family situated in Celadon City, Kanto, Laure had a better shot at becoming a pokemon champion than most children could ever dream of, and his mother in particular - an up-and-coming star trainer and fan favorite before her rather inconveniently timed pregnancy forced her to leave the competitive scene and settle down - spared no effort in encouraging the boy down this route. Since young age, Laure was placed in contact with the former competitor team of pokemon residing in the family home, soon also accompanying his mother to the occasional lower-tier tournaments that she could still manage to attend. As a result, Laure quickly grew accustomed to the presence of pokemon of all kinds, quickly outgrowing his peers in shaking off the shyness that most young children hold for the peculiar creatures. Consequently, he was - at the age of twelve - enrolled in a respectable trainer prep school without any larger hitches, his carefree and unbothered interaction with pokemon soon earning him the praise of his teachers.

For the next years, things seemed to be going great for all concerned. Laure's studies proceeded smoothly and as he began gaining battling experiences - even earning victory in a few junior league tournaments - the boy slowly started making a name for himself for his unconventional battling style. Mrs. Whitendon, obviously, was thrilled, no doubt already envisioning her 'child prodigy' carrying on where she had left on the competitive scene, while Laure himself was enjoying the kinship with his pokemon and the thrill of the battle to their fullest extent, and by the time he had reached the age of fourteen, the eager teen announced that he was ready to start his journey towards the pokemon league.

This, as fate would have it, was when things took a sudden nose dive.

What precisely happened on that summer's night is still unclear, but whatever it was, it had a profound effect on Laure. When the boy arrived at dawn, he bore the appearance of one who had seen his own ghost, or was about to, at the very least, shaking like a leaf, with a tormented look in his eyes, and no matter how much he was coaxed, he refused to relate the events of that night to anyone, a silence which he has retained to this day. One thing was clear, however: the boy's frail ego had most certainly been crushed. For the next week, he could not even bring himself to leave the house, let alone train any of his pokemon - an activity which had previously been one of the greatest joys of his life.

With time and extensive psychotherapy, the boy's mental state was slowly restored, but violence in battles unnerves him to this day, effectively hampering his performance as a trainer. In spite of this, Laure was adamant on joining the Zenith League tournament, apparently hoping that the intensity of the competition would shake off whatever ghosts from his past still cling to him.

Pokémon:

Alakazam (male) - "Zynthre/Zynth"

Hands down the strongest pokemon on Laure's team, Zynthre was not in fact the boy's to begin with, but none other than his mother's prized started pokemon. He was also the first one of the peculiar creatures that the young boy encountered, and consequently one of his closest and most trusted friends. In fact, the relationship between Zynthre and Laure seems to be that of mentor and student rather than pokemon and trainer. Calm and composed, Zynthre is never one to rush a decision, always evaluating situations he faces in the detached, systematical manner that is generally attributed to his species. Unlike your average battling pokemon, he also seems to have taken it as his role not only to act as Laure's guardian, but his teacher as well; pushing the boy to test his limits and improve himself. Though his psychic abilities are formidable and more than a match for most opponents, Zynthre rarely battles unless the life of his young charge is in serious danger, choosing instead to serve an advisory role in battling.

Since the traumatic event that shot down Laure's confidence, Zynthre seems to have been one of the few beings to whom the boy has been able to speak in complete confidence, and if he has shared these events with anyone - rumor has it - the it is certainly the wizened old Alakazam. Whatever exchange has occurred between them, however, remains a secret to everyone else. When Laure declared that he'd be joining the Zenith League tournament, his mother insisted on having Zynthre accompany him for protection and though the boy was rather embarrassed by the offer, his relief and gratitude over it were equally clear. Though formally a member of Laure's team, Zynthre only battles of his own volition, acting very much in the capacity of an equal companion.

Growlithe (Male) - "Rex"

Roughly one part bite and five parts bark pretty much sums up Rex's attitude. Descending from a long line of Growlithes bred for the service of the region's police force, Rex takes great pride in his heritage and is consequently very serious about his role as Laure's self-appointed "protector", never hesitating to fend off any individuals that arouse his suspicion. Despite barely being adult by the standards of his species, the Growlithe likes to think of himself as the mature leader figure of the group, viewing it as his duty to keep the others from harm, no matter what the cost. He hates being belittled or told how fluffy and adorable he is, and hugs from anyone but his beloved trainer are - of course - completely out of the question, and even displays of affection from the boy are treated with embarrassed discomfort. Proud and hot-headed, Rex is very easy bait for provocation of all kinds, and though he always means well, his defensive and judgmental attitude can often lead to trouble and needless conflict. The Growlithe can also be rather possessive, a trait which complicates his relationship to Zynthre somewhat. Though he respects the Alakazam as a senior and reliable team member, he is also jealous of the psychic type's unique standing in Laure's eyes, consequently treating him as a rival of sorts. As the boy's starter, bought by his parents as a birthday present, he also aspires to be his prize battler, and thus feels threatened by the presence of another, far more experienced, pokemon on the team.

Butterfree (female) - "Iridescence/Irie"

Laure's first catch, Irie didn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the box as a Caterpie and her evolution has done little to change matters. Bubbly and ditzy to a fault, the Butterfree's mind meanders like a little puppy happily chasing its own tail for all eternity. She is highly curious of the world around her and seems awed by even the most mundane things, always seeking to discover every least detail about whatever has caught her interest, but her short memory and even shorter attention span effectively ensure that very little of what she learns ever sticks for any longer time. She is highly prone to forgetting names and details, even those of the others she travels with, having required almost a year to even fully assimilate the fact that she is a trainer's pokemon rather than a wild and proud one, something she still forgets on occasions. She is fairly easygoing, however, and has never had any issues with following orders - provided that they are kept simple enough for her not to forget or confuse - making her a loyal, if whimsical, pokemon in battle. To Irie, everyone she meets is a trusted friend unless otherwise proven, and indeed - given the Butterfree's limited mental faculties - it may very well be that she views strangers simply as friends whose names she has forgotten for the moment. Needless to say, this airheaded attitude drives the security-obsessed Rex absolutely crazy, and although the Growlithe has - over time - come to think of the continuously cheerful Irie as something of a harmless loony and even views her with some fondness, her behavior never seems to fail in eliciting a snarky remark from the fire type. Unfortunately, such things are largely lost on the Butterfree, only serving to further Rex's frustration and Irie's confusion on the subject.

Jolteon (Female) - "Stella"

Proud and aloof, if there is one thing Stella can't be slighted for it's lack of self-confidence. With a long history as a prize pokemon in various tournaments and contests of lesser and greater repute behind her, and the equally varied stream of new owners that came with them, the Jolteon has developed a general attitude about trainers that is cynical to say the least, treating both Laure and her teammates with what could generously be described as 'casual disdain'. Though lacking the openly rebellious attitude of fresh catches - no point in biting the hand that feeds, after all - she maintains no pretense of loyalty towards her trainer or his cause, executing orders in her own, dispassionate manner and only if the fancy strikes her. She's seen her share of battles, she knows her worth, and she'll make absolute hell for any trainer who fails to live up to her lofty expectations. She has no qualms about making others feel bad to bolster her ego, nor of using far more force than necessary to finish an opponent she deems bothersome and has consequently made a rather awkward fit for the team.
Laure came into possession of the temperamental pokemon at the age of thirteen, when he reached his first junior league tournament, and young and naive as he was, lavished his attention over the rare pokemon. Much to his dismay, Stella's response was chilly to say the least, but rather than writing it off as a personality trait of the pokemon's, Laure seems to see himself as guilty, doing his best to keep his demanding new team member happy. This, of course, amuses Stella to no end, and although she never misses a chance to berate her trainer, especially in front of Rex, who never fails to give an entertaining counter-reaction, the Jolteon doesn't actually seem that inclined to leave, realizing that she has managed to land with a trainer that is far easier to manipulate than most. Though hardly a loyal, loving pokemon by any measure, she does make a point of protecting the team from outside threats should she see it as necessary in order to preserve her own, pampered position.

Other (optional): N/A
RP Sample: Exsqueezed. =P


Anyways, dudes and dudette, since quite a few profiles are still on pending I'm still going to give this a few days before starting, so if you haven't finished writing your profiles then there's still time. Don't abuse my generosity, though; m'kay? :3

Name: Elliot Tardiff

Nicknames (optional): None

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: Elliot is a male of less than average height, standing about five feet six inches tall. His hair is a bright and vibrant red, usually long and spiked with gel to stand straight up. When considering those two facts his clothing seems utterly ridiculous as it is a mishmash of bright and garish garments, usually over sized, all of which clash horribly with his hair and emphasize his height. Worse yet, he frequently clothes himself in multiple layers making it almost impossible to see any part of his body or his Pokemon gear. He forgoes having a traditional knapsack in favor of carrying his excess gear in his many pockets. Trainers have attempted to capture him several times on the basis that he usually does not look so much human as a lump of color with a shock of red at the top.

Personality: Elliot is a definite loner and make no mistake. He discovered long ago the best way to keep others away was to boldly stroll in the middle of the street with several overlarge orange and red coats draped around his tiny body. He is a sociopath, incapable of feeling normal emotions and callous about anybodies misfortunes but his own. He absolutely despises the idea of Pokemon in the abstract, that is to say he does not hate a few specific Pokemon but dislikes the fact that they are Pokemon. He is an opportunist capitalizing on other's misery and adept at using psychological warfare to demoralize his opponents. He has incredible drive and works almost inhumanly hard to train and raise his Pokemon.

His Pokemon are perhaps the only creatures on the planet that are in any way close to him. They are the only living beings that he trusts in any measure and he is loyal to them... to an extent. He would regret having to train replacements, it would be time-consuming, so instead he will try to help his Pokemon until it is simply impractical to do so. He feels no genuine affection for anything, save perhaps himself, but he does value his Pokemon as investments and works hard to maintain at least cordial relation with them as anything less would dilute their effectiveness. He only truly feels alive when Pokemon battling and thus his drive to become champion is predicated off of this.

History: Born in Jubilife City in the region of Sinnoh Elliot Tardiff was born to a loving upper class family. His father was an executive at the Poketch company, his mother a champion Pokemon Coordinator. He lived in a lavish house with Pokemon and caretakers galore, showered in his parents love. Until he was four he was almost a normal child, almost in that he never once smiled or showed any real overt emotion. Then one day his parents were murdered, violently. Elliot does not know or care to know what killed them all he knows is that when he sat for hours in the congealing blood of his parents he smiled for the first time.

This cemented the difference between normal children and Elliot. The combination of the trauma of his parents brutal murder with his latent sociopathic tendencies warped the young boy. from the age of four on he began to enjoy tormenting others. He grew to loathe other people, other Pokemon, for their ability to feel. He became devious, testing his limits to see if anything could make him feel at least a little.

He was bounced between relatives for a few years, shunning the company of others. His caregivers assumed he was grieving over his parents, in actuality he could not stand them. He was aimless, without a purpose and by the time he was ten years old he barely cared for anything. His current Caregivers, an Aunt and Uncle, pushed the boy to becoming a Pokemon trainer as so many his age were becoming. Elliot reviled Pokemon and so rebuffed their pressure until one day they handed him a Pokeball and told him to at least try a Pokemon battle before he decided he hated it. Reluctantly he sent the Pokemon, a Zubat, against a Starly in the backyard. When the battle was done he calmly went inside and informed them he was setting out on his Pokemon journey that day.

It had been remarkable, during the battle Elliot had felt more alive than any other time in his life. He enjoyed the feeling of power that came from ordering one creature to attack another. As he traveled on his Pokemon journey he learned more and more that Pokemon battles would be his life, anything else was not worth living. He threw himself into training his Pokemon, striving to become the best trainer in the world so that he might have the best battles and feel more alive than ever.

Elliot began with the hope of conquering the Sinnoh league by the age of twelve, but soon realized that this was a fool's errand. A devastating loss in the battle for his first badge convinced him to travel and build an amazing team of Pokemon before he would challenge any league. The first time he challenged the Pokemon league he wanted to absolutely crush the competition, to win so decisively that he would be able to fight anyone in the world. He traveled far, from Kanto to Johto to Hoenn, in order to realize his dream.

He caught many Pokemon during the years he traveled. He stole, lied, cheated and worse in order to get the most powerful Pokemon he could get his hands on. Many times he would obtain rare but weak Pokemon solely for the purpose of trading for a stronger one. If there was a Pokemon he truly desired he would arrange circumstances to isolate or traumatize it to make sure it latched on to him almost zealously. He has rescued and abandoned dozens of Pokemon, some for no reason more than another was outperforming them.

When he finally arrived back in Sinnoh he received word of the Zenith tournament and decided that it would be a perfect gauge of his strength.

Pokémon:

Crobat. M- Wrath

Elliots first Pokemon and closest thing he has to a confidante. Wrath is completely devoted to him, almost zealous in his worship. Quick to anger and a vicious battler Wrath's name fits him like a glove. He is unwilling to listen to anyone besides Elliot and will attack anyone or thing in earshot he hears disparaging him. Elliot takes great pride in his Crobat who has become his main battler after all the years they spent together. Wrath has almost as large a drive to battle as Elliot does and takes a sick delight in harming his opponents.

Envy. F-Glaceon

Envy she is named and envious she is. The glaceon harbors immense hatred and anger towards the world, carefully cultivated and directed by Elliot. Abandoned as a newborn, Elliot rescued the young Eevee because he recognized the battle ability of its evolutions. Indeed almost immediately after rescuing it he took it to be evolved. The Eevee attached to him almost instantly, envious of the Zubat who fought for Elliots affection. Elliot preached to her apathy and hatred towards the world, something the formative Glaceon picked up on, and thus devoted herself to Elliot as well.

Elliot never abandoned her because he noticed the young Glaceon sabotaging and cheating to make sure she was always one of his top performers. Pleased by this mastery of deceit and cunning he made Envy the second pokemon on his team after bestowing on her her name

Pride.M- Hitmonchan

A shiny Pokemon, he was given as the prize for a minor Pokemon contest Elliot participate in in Kanto. Incredibly vain and self absorbed Pride loves and cherishes his appearance, looking down his nose at 'normal' Pokemon. Elliot would have deemed the Pokemon absolutely useless and abandoned him, except that he was a more than competent battler. In fact he could beat both Wrath and Envy with ease in a two on one match. Thus Elliot took on the Pokemon in spite of his Eccentricities and trained the superior and smug Pokemon to bring him victory.

Magmortar.F- Greed

Greed began life hatched from an egg as a young and impressionable Magby. Unfortunately the Egg had been stolen by a Murkrow and by the time its original owner had recovered her she was as fascinated by shiny things as any Murkrow and had adopted the same attitude towards personal property. She was trained in Johto, part of a famous Trainer's team. In fact when Elliot battled the trainer he was amazed by the battle prowess of the Magmar so much he offered to trade his own recently caught Larvitar for it. The other trainer agreed instantly, unaware the Larvitar was absolutely useless for battle and being sought after by its enraged mother. With the trade complete Elliot came ahead one powerful Pokemon and the other Trainer nearly died a few weeks later. Greed is fond of Elliot as long as he keeps giving her Shiny things to play with and he agrees because the Magmortar is an exceptional Pokemon

Other (optional):
RP Sample:
Marcus raced excitedly from town as soon as Professor Birch had finished his short speech and handed the young trainer a Pokedex and some Pokeballs. With his new Makuhita firmly clipped to his waist and his pack snug around his shoulders Marcus felt every inch a Pokemon Trainer.

As he put a little distance between himself and Littleroot town he slowed from his breakneck pace and began to check out some of the scenery. It was beautiful, full of lush green plants and the sound of happy Pokemon . Marcus contemplated letting his Makuhita out of its Pokeball, it might enjoy the fresh air and he might as well make its acquaintance now. With a quick flick of the wrist, Makuhita appeared in a flash of light, immediately dropping into a guarded stance. The Makuhita's eyes were firmly fixed on Marcus, staring almost acusingly at the new Trainer.

"Hello Makuhita, I'm Marcus!" The boy of course was oblivious to the animosity, smiling widely as he greeted the thickset Pokemon."I don;t think I like calling you Makuhita though...hmm... How about Jet?" The newly dubbed Jet had no reaction to this impromptu naming ceremony, still content with glaring at his Trainer. "Alright Jet it is!" Marcus almost beamed as he made the proclamation, he then began to talk to Jet about his goals and dreams and how Jet fit in to them all. Jet listened to the non-stop chatter for a while, eventually though he grew a bit bored of the excited eleven year old and wandered over to a patch of grass to sulk.

"...And then...uh? Jet um... what are you doing?" The pokemon gave no response, morosely plucking a strand of grass. "Alright... well we should get a move on anyways if we don't want to get left behind!" The youngster rebounded quickly and began to once again talk the Makuhita's ear off as they walked down Route 101. That is of course until a wild Zigzagoon burst onto the path in front of them.

"Oh, wow a Pokemon!" Marcus almost squealed as he reached for a Pokeball, "lets show it what we're made of Jet!" The makuhita gave Marcus an almost incredulous look before resentfully walking out to engage the normal-type. The Zigzagoon immediately stiffened as it saw the fighting type, it was covered in berry juice obviously foraging when it had the misfortune to run into the fledgling pair.

"Alright Jet, use sand-attack on the Zigzagoon!" Marcus ordered as he almost danced to to attempt to hide his excitement. This was awesome!

Jet gave the ground a half-hearted kick, blowing a tiny amount of sand towards the Zigzagoon who brushed it away with its spiky tail. The two Pokemon immediately began to circle each other, Jet's reluctance to follow his trainer temporarily superseded by his love of battle. The Pokemon began to trade Tackle attacks, Marcus loudly cheering his Makuhita on in the background.

"Really good Jet, now fin...AHHHHHH!" Marucs' sentence ended in a scream and Jet immediately sought to identify what had injured the boy. He was shocked to see a Poochyena viciously biting Marcus' leg, lodged on hard enough to prevent being shaken off. Jet abandoned his battle with the Zigzagoon, rushing to his trainers aid by tackling the Poochyena. Marcus fell to the ground crying, his leg running with blood as Jet kept attacking the tenacious Poochyena. Finally it had enough and retreated as Jet growled after it.

As Jet turned towards Marcus to see what the damage was, he found his trainer already disinfecting the wound and winding a large white bandage around the area. Luckily the cut appeared superficial, the Jeans had caught the worst of it. Marcus just smiled as his eyes began to dry, "Guess I have to pay better attention huh?" Jet just nodded at the boy, feeling at least a bit of respect for him. Perhaps this journey wasn't such a bad thing after all.

"Alright," Marcus said as he dusted off his pants and stood up, "Well, the Zigzagoon ran away so I guess for now its just you and me Jet. Lets keep our eyes open though, the sooner we get a team the better." The Makuhita just nodded in confirmation as they continued down Route 101.

Will finish later

I'm done I'm done I'm done I'm done!!

Haha oh FYI: Me, personally, = boy. I just tend to RP girls from time to time. And the Plusle & Minun section is short because there isn't much history since she only got them two weeks ago.

Thats it....i think.

Haha okay! I'm so creatively tired after that..

@Zore: Ooookay...I don't mind flawed characters (quite the contrary; flawed is good), I don't even mind psychotic characters who should by all rights be locked up in insane asylums, but Elliot just seems a bit over-the-top. I mean, what precisely made him a sociopath? Or was he somehow always like that? I'm afraid that the history is a bit too vague for my tastes, so if you could expand on the motives behind his outlook a little it would be appreciated. A bit more detail on the pokemon would also be nice. ~Pending~ for now.

@Chabz: Umm...I'm well aware of your gender, you know. I mean, you've even got it displayed on your profile. =P The announcement was for everyone (both those who have finished their profiles and those who haven't) and the 'dudette' is referring to Ibuberu who, at least last I checked, was quite positively female. Trust me, I've cross-gender RPed almost more often than I play it straight so I know that character and RPer gender don't always coincide. XD

Aaanyhow, after all the blood, sweat and tears you put into this it would be incredibly mean of me to decline this (which, of course, is my main incentive for that option XD). Hah, ~Accepted~ it is; that's the kind of perseverance I like to see. Besides, I can't really fault you on the quality either. :3

Okay! Here I go!

Name: Alessa Casssadra Cartright
Nicknames (optional): 'Lessa, Kart, Cassy
Age: 16
Gender: Female

Appearance: When one asks Alessa what she feels about her own looks, she has to take alot of time to give a simple answer. The reason for this is that Alessa hardly ever thinks about her own appearance. SHe spends more time think about the appearance of her pokemon. SHe thinks she is a beautiful girl and would not trade her own looks for any others. She has been known for her long black hair, green eyes, and perky smile. She loves her hair and is constantly changing the sytle of it. Only recently, has she settled on wearing her hair in one long ponytail that reachs just to her back. A topic she has always had to deal with was her breasts. She can tell of many times where she has not made a new friend because her breasts were too small. But that was a while ago. Puperty has set in and she loves it.(for the most part.) She has developed greatly and that has helped he in the few years she has had to deal with the development.

Moving down, we get to a long cloak-like grey and blue jacket. Her arms sported with matching blue and grey bracers and black fingerless gloves. A special emblem is marked on the front of the jacket. A symbol of a club Alessa was a very devoted member of when she was a little girl. The club was the Official Aipom Club. She went to all meetings and borught most of the groups stuffed animals, magizines, videos, and clothing dedicated to the awesomeness that is Aipom. Some could say she was even more interested than the leader of the club. Long after all had given up the club, she was the only surving member and continues to wear the symbol of the Aipom.

Moving down more, we see her very short skirt. But, it doesn't really matter how short it is because of the long cloak, which covers her whole right leg from view. Her boots are black and basic. But she makes sure they are kept clean everyday.

Personality: The personality of one said female pokemon trainer is a strange one. She is completly naive is most situations and a carefree person whos only goals are battling and having fun. But, on the other side, she is an intelligent tactician and strategist who's complex and indept battle plans have one her many battles. All her pokemon have been trained to their fullest potential. Complex formations and powerful executions are only some of the things the battle-crazy super competive side of Alessa is able to bring to the table.

Alessa's relationship with her pokemon vary. With her Ambipom, there is nothing but love and trust for each other. She is a strict trainer but a loving, caring one. She feels all of her pokemon are important gems and need love if they want to be the best they can be in a battle. She however feels all other pokemon are the biggest enemies and need to be crushed to get anywhere. She does yell at her pokemon from time to time but this is just to help. She wants nothing more than for her pokemon to succeed almost as much as she wants to succeed herself. As with Pidgeot, the two have full respect for each other and have similar interest and thoughts. This is way more the her Ambipom can say as Ambipom and Alessa are completly opposite. However, Pidgeot and Alessa constatly sinc together and enjoy the simpler things. As with Jolteon, Alessa thinks he is the most annoying pokemon and wishes he would go away. But she secreetly has feelings of him that show him as one of the strongest pokemon Alessa has ever seen. Alessa feels her Snorlax is the cutest pokemon in the world and is constantly unappreciated. Because of this, she constantly uses Snorlax in battle which as led to him becoming her most powerful pokemon. And with Ninetales, the two do not get along very much but are great together in battle. She loves ot cuddle with ninetales secretly and ninetales enjoys is as well. It is this combinatio nof love and strictness with her pokemon is what makes them do so well in battle.

History: Alessa is not the kinda of person to looks back on the past. But she does tell anyone who wants to know about it. She grew up in Hoenn and never saw the appeal. She does not like the area ofr many reasons. The deserts and sandstorms, the lava, she does not see interst in the pokemon of the Hoenn reason and spends as less time as possible there. When she turned 9, her dreams came true and she moved to Kanto with her older sister while her parents where gone away. They were famous scientist that study pokemon.

Alessa did not play with other children, but instead played with pokemon. Loving the mand taking the mhome with her to play and sleeping cuddling with them all of the time. She supported her sister, who was a great pokemon trainer and had won several tournaments and was soon gooing to leave training to live and domestic life, which is why she insisted that Alessa become a trainer to continue the cartright name of masters of Pokemon.

SHe eventually went off to go on her own pokemon adventure when her sister told her to. She refused to get a pokemon from a professor as this was not right to her. She found an Aipom that was playuful and cheery, so she caught it. She spent the much time with the one pokemon training it to its fullest potential and final form. Over the next 7 years she has done nothing but this for all of her pokemon.
NOw in the present day, her pokemon are as strong as she thinks they can be. She hears about the upsming tournament and decides to participate. She feels she will have to be better than she has ever been andher pokemon have to be a ready as they can. And she will continue her ways of clever planning and strategy.

Pokémon:

Ambipom: What can be said about Alessa's first pokemon that she has not already said. He is stubborn, silly, hardly ever serious, and naive. But this Ambipom has changed into a serious, focused strong trainer thanks to Aless's calm teachings. A lonely Aipom it was. Not having any friends to spend its younger days with and



Other (optional): (Miscellaneous tidbits of information that you couldn't quite manage to cram into the above fields)
RP Sample: (If you think you don't need one, you probably do. This field can be the make or break for your sign-up, so unless you are very confident in the rest of the profile, I would strongly suggest putting proper effort into this. Fresh samples are preferred, but as long as you give a reference link to the original, your old writing is also acceptable. For personal reasons, I also want proof that you can RP a pokémon with personality somewhere within the sample.)



NOT DONE OBVIOUSLY WILL FINISH TOMORROW

You're probably sick of seeing me sign up for every RP you make with a Japanese inspired character but since your title strikingly reminded me of "The World Ends with You" in terms of an outlandish metaphorical heading, I couldn't resist. Shall patch up momentarily. :3

Name: Mizuhara Kaoru

Nickname (optional): Kao

Age: 15

Gender: Female

Appearance: Kaoru has the appearance of a simplistic urban girl, who dresses overtly street-wise while also promoting an exuberant moe-ish fashion. Her main attire begins with a simple canary-yellow tank top, patterned with thick horizontal white stripes. Its straps hang loosely from her shoulders and reach just above her abdomen, slightly exposing her stomach. Three-quarter, navy blue, denim jeans secure her waist and cover her upper thighs, strapped across with a black, silver buckle belt. Finishing off her carry on wardrobe, she adorns a short pair of black, shin-high socks as well as a pair of red high top sneakers, decorated with a checkered, white and red, diamond pattern.

In terms of additional accessories, Kaoru maintains a varying amount of add-ons that give her attire a somewhat healthy looking bulkiness. Two silver key-chains are tied to a single belt holster on her jeans and are hung from her left front to her left back pocket, where each ending link is clipped to the pocket's hemline. Her other main accessories include a pair of red, fingerless, black-rimmed gloves and a pair of cheap silver rings. Each ring is worn on each pinky finger and are seldom taken off.

With her physical appearance, Kaoru takes care to make herself look as innocent as possible, despite her rather noticable-for-the-wrong-reasons get-up. Her image is simplified to having short, messy, chestnut-brown hair that splits into a sharp fringe covering her forehead and reaching only around her head, to the base of her neck; typically, shoulder-length hair. Bright canary-yellow eyes match her loose top and give her a somewhat hollow gaze, reflecting her rather oblivious personality. Finishing off her appearance is the lightly tanned complexion of her skin that dominates her bare arms, face, neck and shins.

Personality: Kaoru is a girl who enjoys having fun with her friends and gets along well with other people fairly easily. She has a happy-go-lucky outlook for the most part and rarely gets angry or puts down others. Having said this however, he major character flaw is her attitude, one that isn't so much desired for a kid her age. For the most part, Kaoru is quite energetic and lively, and can often be counted on for bringing up irregular topics for conversations and disrupting the peace of others, but her natural talent resides in her sheer lack of will; in other words, being lazy.

Despite her almost limitless energy for matters unnecessary for a fifthteen-year-old, Kaoru has an unfounded knack for enjoying the labours of doing nothing and having fun doing so. She can cook reasonably well and is somewhat good at sports but more often than not refuses to participate in such activities. Her major flaw is such a trait that she perceives as being conservative, and follows this belief with a strong yet misguided heart.

History: Kaoru's life so far can be seen as an appropriate reflection of her personality. As a direct example and result of her rather lacking attitude, her experiences or lack there of are exactly that. Growing up in the city and being introduced to the world of Pokemon at such an early age, one would expect a girl now of fifteen years to have had many a ventures and mishaps, but not Kaoru. True to her nature no such experiences have ever plagued her existence, bar a single and notable moment in her life that could possibly hold some sort of significance; catching her very first Pokemon.

As standard-fare as it might sound, her capturing the soon to be dubbed "Mai" the Elekid was a perculiar twist of fate for both parties. The cause for the Pokemon's capture derived from his attempted escape from a confrontation with a rogue street cat in one of the city's many back alleys, notorious for their less than accomodating stray and wild inhabitants. Specifically, the city's most revered stray Persian was on the prowl and Mai just happened to be in its sights, but despite the rather unsual yet generic circumstances surrounding her discovering the Elekid, Kaoru took up the challenge and rescued him. It was just fortunate and coincidental that the girl was looking for her very first Pokemon and that Mai was looking for someone to save him. They were a perfect match.

From there and after a long winded discussion with her rather over anxious parents, she was given the chance to pursue the future she found the most suiting and was most likely her best option in terms of success. She was going to become a Pokemon Trainer.

Pokemon:

Elekid (Mai): Once much unlike his trainer, Mai was timid, withdrawn and easily intimidated, not the best of traits for an aspiring trainer's first Pokemon. However, as they continued to train and travel together, his confidence quickly grew and he learnt to believe not only in his trainer but himself as well, despite how cliche the scenario might seem.

Five years later, he has become the party's leading force and Kaoru's most trusted partner. Boasting both considerable skill and strength, Mai's most prided attribute is his speed. Using this to his advantage, he has brought his trainer and the team a great number of victories and holds the leading position in the total of individual wins out of the party.

Now in his latest adventure, Mai accompanies Kaoru to Zenith Island to participate in the island's official league tournament, bearing the pride of his party, his trainer's aspirations and much more confidence in himself.

Ivysaur (Kaoru): Rash, determined and hard headed sums up Kaoru's second Pokemon and self-proclaimed leader of the party. Caught as a wild and mischievious Bulbasaur, he immediately took to his capture with a very stubborn attitude and gave his new trainer more than a hard time. Being dubbed after her didn't help break the ice either and for the first month the feral plant attempted two escapes and gave Kaoru a number of poisonous and quite unpleasant injuries. Yet throughout it all, she continued to chase and look after him despite his rebuttals and to top it all off, she went through all of it with a smile on her face.

Over time and through many more ordeals, the mobile plant learnt to accept and respect his new trainer and eventually grew up to be her most versatile Pokemon. His inclusion did little to help his fellow partner Mai in the beginning but much like his relationship with Kaoru, his attitude helped mold the Elekid into a stronger Pokemon, providing the base to their budding rivalry.

Claydol (Kato): Unique is the best way to describe Kaoru's third and final Pokemon, Claydol. Representing traits reminiscent to that of ancient Pokemon, Kato's not exactly what it seems, at least not what others might think a genderless, levitating, mud doll could be. In comparison to both Mai and Kaoru (the Bulbasaur), Kato's attitude is more or less exactly like its trainer's; carefree and laid back. This is exactly why the Claydol is so "unique", initially being emotionless and without reason, after encountering Kaoru (the trainer) it quickly imitated its captor's personality as a way of establishing a bond with the girl. At first, she found the Pokemon's antics to be cute and quite flattering but was very much surprised to see that as they continued travelling, Kato was developing a personality all on its own.

In the following five years, Kato had become its very own Pokemon with its own attitude, without having to rely on its trainer in any way, shape or form. Of course, using Kaoru's initial personality as the foundation for its own persona, similarities between the two were still evident. Taking a rather passive role in the party, Kato serves more like a medium between Elekid and Ivysaur as well as providing Kaoru with an equally happy-go-lucky and half-assed partner.

Other:

RP Sample (taken from The Grand Tournament by Trainer Kat, post by Phanima): His distinct and stern voice pierced the air and caught everyone's immediate attention. Still wrapped under one of Kat's arms, Kozue turned his head towards the now approaching professor who looked every bit like his photos in the Pokemon tabloids, it was really him; Professor Oak.

He made his introduction quick and to the point and before he realised it, the professor was already handing out their prized Pokemon. He slowly began to call out each trainer for them to receive their Pokemon and assorted accessories. This was the first time he had heard each of their names and made himself remember each and everyone of them. Marcus, Fenra, Patrick, Noah and Kat were their names and he made a promise to himself to memorise them as quickly as possible. They were going to be his new travelling companions after all...well, at least he hoped so.

It was then that the professor called out his name and gently placed his desired prize in his eager hands. "Thank you professor!" he beamed as he received his ocean blue Pokedex, set of five spare Pokeballs and his very first Pokemon. "Thank you so much!"

Without hesitation, Kozue gently tossed the ball just above his head and watched as it spun and eventually burst open in a flash of white light, releasing a round shaped creature by his feet. He watched intently as the light faded away from the creature's body as he listened to the similar sounds of the other trainers' releasing their very own first Pokemon.

A plump round body and an equally round head first appeared, followed by a small budding beak, a pair of wing flippers and three-toed claws. A dark blue coat covered the majority of its bulbous head and napkin like feathers that ran across its neck, back and tail. A lighter shade of blue completed the rest of its miniature body, bar two white round patches across its front and around its eyes. Its beak and feet also matched with an impressive yellow hue. Altogether, the small newly hatched Pokemon striked a marking resemblance to a baby penguin.

Putting his recently accquired Pokedex to good use, Kozue quickly scanned the creature who had began ruffling its own feathers with its short stubby beak.

"It's a Piplup!" he announced with a bright smile as he read its biography.

Crouching down to survey the Pokemon, the blonde mop-top attempted a gentle patting session with his new partner when he was suddenly greeted with a rather stubborn and unprovoked nip on the finger.

"Ouch!" he cried out, instinctively brushing his wounded finger across his lips. "I-I'm sorry, I don't mean you any harm..."

The penguin looked relatively confused but stayed on guard as it analysed the approaching teen. "I'm not going to hurt you," Kozue continued, stretching out an open hand in an effort to make peace with the Pokemon. "I just wanted to greet you properly..."

Expecting another bite from its short yet suprisingly sharp beak, Kozue braced himself for the attack as the Pokemon widened its mouth. What he wasn't expecting was the warm sensation and rather gross feeling of the baby penguin's tongue addressing the same finger it had bitten only moments ago. For some reason unbeknownst to him, the Piplup seemed to have accepted his presence for that moment, and that was good enough for him.

With his other hand, he hesitantly began stroking the penguin's head with the hopes of relaxing the Pokemonas it tended to his small wound. "You're quite friendly, huh Piplup?" he continued, thoroughly enjoying the moment as his mind started to wonder, "but I think you need a name...something that'll suit you, like 'Poochie' or 'Pochama'..."

Looking down at the baby blue penguin, his wondering mind blanked. "Um...I don't know what to call you..." he stammered as he scratched his messy blonde hair, "maybe something simple and catchy, like 'Peanut' or 'Pocky'...wait, 'Pocky'! I love pocky!"

Piplup seemed to have heard the boy's exclamation about one of his favourite past-time snacks and retreated from its current duty to pat its flipper against his hand in an effort to grab the teen's attention. As if a piece of the puzzle had finally fallen into place, Kozue happily petted the penguin's hands and gave his new partner a nod. "From now on, you'll be known as 'Pocky'."

Rather satisfied with the amount of progress he had made with his new buddy, Kozue returned his attention to what was immediately happening around them. Seeing Kat releasing a fairly distinctive Pokemon in her hands, the blonde mop-top made his way back over to the girl with rejuvenated optimism.

"Kat-chan, what did you get?"

EDIT: FINISHED!

Name: Cato Cornelius

Nicknames (optional): N/A

Age: 17

Gender: Congratulations, it's a boy!

Appearance: When you first look at Cato, words like 'geek' or 'nerd' enter your head, and with good reason too. Standing at a measly five feet, five inches, sporting a pale skin tone and with those scrawny arms and legs, you'd have to be blind to mistake him for intimidating. His eyes are a magnificent olive shade, but due to his bad eyesight, one would have to stare through his thick glasses to see them. That is, of course, if that person's attention is shifted toward his unkempt, curly black hair, or perhaps the various pieces of grass that are usually sticking out of it. Can't get worse than this, right? Wrong.

His normal attire consists of a long-sleeve, white shirt— or at least a shirt that used to be white. Due to his constant traveling, the shirt is now covered in many stains and small rips. Sometime after leaving for his journey, Cato purchased a hideous dark brown and green sweater vest, and seeing that there was no one with any type of fashion sense around, he began wearing it daily until it became part of his normal attire. Both vest and shirt are tucked into his khaki pants, which are held up by a maroon belt. All of his accessories, including his Pokeballs, are kept in the gray messenger's bag he carries at all times. Last, but certainly not least, are his brown construction boots.

Personality: Not having much of a social life, Cato spends most of his time alone. This has caused him to develop an anti-social personality, decreasing his chances even more at gaining friends. Aside from his anti-social problems, Cato can get quite cocky at times. He may not be the strongest or fastest, but his intelligence is vastly superior to that of his peers. He's quick to prove someone wrong or 'show off' his smarts in even the silliest of discussions. He takes almost everything seriously, even jokes or sarcasm. But what's worst of all is that he's EXTREMELY stubborn and when others try to inform him of his flaws, he tells them otherwise before they can even finish.

When it comes to Pokemon relations, Cato's personality changes in specific ways. What is usually noticed first is that he looks down on any Pokemon not belonging to him, believing that most (if not all) are not disciplined like his. He isn't one to catch wild Pokemon on the sight or allow injured Pokemon on the road to become part of his team. Instead, he searches for those that will only benefit his team and due to this, doesn't have many Pokemon.

History: Although born in Pallet Town, Cato's family soon moved to New Bark Town where he spent the majority of his childhood. It became clear early in his life that Cato was smarter than the average kid and because of this, skipped many grades in school. However, this seemingly god-given gift was more like a curse, as he never had chance to maintain any type of normal social life. By the age of fourteen, the only people he talked to on a regular basis were his family members and Professor Elm. He and the young professor developed a close friendship, and within a couple of years, Cato found himself working as a part-time assistant. After seeing countless trainers leaving on journeys thanks to Elm providing them with the necessary equipment and a Pokemon, Cato finally decided he needed to explore the world outside of New Bark Town. Being the professor's assistant, he was easily able to choose the strongest of the starters (which was a Totodile).

The next year seemed to just fly by. Cato and his Totodile (which he aptly named Aquarius) hit if off from the beginning, which was pretty rare for the young trainer. They were winning battles left and right, until they came upon their first gym battle. After losing countless battles, Cato began to develop his knack for only capturing "worthy" Pokemon. One day he came across a rowdy Houndour and knew at that moment that it'd be a valuable asset to his team. With two Pokemon at his side, he continued his journey. When he came across the well-known Day Care Center of Johto, the old keeper forced a mysterious egg on him. The egg eventually hatched into an Elekid, but Cato had half a mind to release it. That is until he saw it hold its own against a Natu only a couple of weeks after its hatching.

Satisfied with the current state of his team, Cato has yet to catch any new Pokemon. After attaining his eighth and final badge, he actually went back home before challenging the League. Now with this new tournament coming to light, Cato has decided to try it out before going for the real thing.

Pokémon:

Feraligatr (Aquarius; female): Although Cato has been around Pokemon for many years, this little beauty was the first one he ever owned. The pair met a week before Elm was supposed to hand out the starters and after comparing her to the other Pokemon, Cato knew she was the one he'd pick. Being the only Pokemon owned by the young trainer for quite some time, Aquarius was well trained and easily defeated other trainers and wild Pokemon single-handedly. Then the time came to battle Falkner, and due to their current winning streak, both trainer and Pokemon believed the battle was going to be a pushover. Neither anticipated the numerous losses they would receive before Bane, the Houndour, was added to the team.

After getting their first badge, Aquarius decided that she wouldn't let her trainer down again or allow the new addition to take her place as Cato's number one Pokemon. When the time came for their second gym battle gym battle, Cato sent out Bane first, expecting it to sweep Bugsy's team, but was defeated by his infamous Scyther. Aquarius saw this as her chance to prove herself and held her own against the strong bug Pokemon. The battle was going downhill until she suddenly evolved and finished off the stubborn Scyther. Things seemed to be going just the way she liked, even after Tron the Elekid joined the team. However, after Bane evolved, Aquarius noticed Cato spending more time around the Houndoom and once again tried to prove her worth. She was given a chance in the battle against Chuck, where she once again evolved at the last minute and won the match.

Aquarius has a tendency to get jealous of any Pokemon that Cato shows more affection for. Because of this, she has become a bit power hunger, always trying to prove that she's the best. Ever since Bane's capture, the two have been having a sort of contest for Cato's approval— or at least she thought they were. In truth, Bane could care less and if Aquarius looked a little closer, she'd see that Cato would never in his right mind give up on her.

Houndoom (Bane; male): Before being captured, Bane spent most of his days in the outskirts of Violet City, enjoying his daily routine of pummeling the native wild Pokemon. One day, he traveled a bit too close to the city and met up with Cato. Believing him to be like one of the many beginners he had come across, Bane proudly stood his ground against the human, but learned the meaning of defeat when Aquarius beat him in battle and he was captured. If was hard for him to accept the fact that he could no longer terrorize the weak Pokemon around Violet City, and at first disobeyed Cato's orders. But after he saw that Cato was determined to discipline the unruly Houndour, Bane sucked up his pride and began listening to his trainer.

Bane reached his Houndoom state while battling a trainer in Ecruteak City and couldn't help but notice how much it angered Aquarius. She was so paranoid, thinking he had obtained the spot as Cato's number one Pokemon, but in truth, he didn't care much about being the best. After leaving his home, Bane became a very laid back type of Pokemon, only coming out when he was needed and promptly returning back to his pokeball after the task was completed. When it comes to Pokemon battles, he doesn't like to lose and if he feels one of Cato's orders will cost them the match, he will gladly disobey the order and do things his way. Through this method, the two have lost and won many battles.

Electabuzz (Tron; male): Given to Cato in his egg form by the Day Care center on Route 34 and hatching shortly after, Tron had no problem joining Cato's team. The trainer however, saw things differently, and urged the newly hatched Elekid to stop following them. Then, one night when Cato was sleeping peacefully in his tent and Tron looked on from the bushes, a Natu appeared. The energetic Elekid remember how Cato would always say he was much too weak to be part of the team, and this was the perfect opportunity for him to prove himself. The battle with the Natu was tough, especially since he had never battled before and the Natu was much older. Still, his drive allowed him to overcome his opponent, and was surprised to hear a low clapping sound coming from Cato's tent. The young trainer had watched the entire thing and finally decided to give the young Pokemon a shot.

As stated before, Tron is a very energetic Pokemon and is always ready to battle when released from his pokeball. But when it comes to the actual battling... let's just say he was never the powerhouse of the team. Because of his hyper-active nature he usually overexerts himself at the beginning of the match and has no energy left for later. Cato has tried many times to solve this problem, but finally realized that it was because of Tron's young age that he acted that way and figured he'd grow out of it. Unfortunately, after all these months and an evolution, he still hasn't. Speaking of evolution, Tron reached his Electabuzz state after Cato returned home and challenged the new trainers to one-on-one battles with his Elekid.


Other (optional): Cato is a sore loser and will quickly accuse someone of cheating if he loses severely in battle.

RP Sample: Well, you said a piece of my FF was good enough for a sample, so I took a little excerpt from the Lucius/Kyle battle.

"Flora, I'm not lying! You're in a battle!"

"<Nonsen—>" The Chikorita's final sounds were muffled as she plummeted to the ground. The log beneath her feet had mysteriously rolled away, but from Lucius perspective, it was clear that Bruce was pushing it along. Flora was picking her face off the dirt when Kyle yelled his command.

"Headbutt!"

Wiping away the last bit of dirt away with her overhead leaf, she opened her eyes just in time to see the silver brute charging at her. She was more focused how a Pokemon with such short legs could run so fast, but soon understood the gravity of the situation as the two made contact. With an upward thrust on impact, Bruce successfully launched the leaf Pokemon with substantial force. She plunged back to Earth as a limp figure that bounced on the small pebbles. She let out low whimpers as she struggled to get back to her feet.

"<Hmph... I was hoping this was going to be fun...>" Bruce complained, leaning forward to deal the finishing blow.

"Lift him up with a Vine Whip!" Lucius ordered unnervingly.

The Pokemon hesitated to obey the command as she still was skeptical about the battle. In seconds though, two buds from the ones circling her neck opened up, and two great vines extended out. The verdant appendages squirmed and twirled like an excited Ekans, and like the snake, struck its opponent with blinding speed. Bruce staggered as the pair coiled around his petite frame. With every struggle the binding only tightened, making the Aron look more angered than hurt.

"Well, lift him up already!"

Judging by the Flora's exasperation, it wasn't a long shot to tell that the leaf Pokemon was struggling with the command. Not only did she not want to fight, but her opponent was no weakling. Aside from his strength, there was no possible way that even her vines could pick him up, let alone toss him into the sky. A welt beside her dangling leaf— where the Headbutt had hit her— was beginning to swell, which gave her an irritating headache.

"<I... can't,>" she managed to utter while still keeping a tight grip on her enemy. From the looks of things, this match was going to be a draw. Lucius, on the other hand, had somewhere to be and a tie just wasn't acceptable.

"It's okay Flora, just keep him in your line of fire and use Razor Leaf."

Stunned by Lucius' fast thinking, Kyle simply watched as the Chikorita spun her leaf in rapid circles, releasing small— but sharper— leaves. Amazingly, the leaves hit Bruce as if they were rocks and the attack was clearly making a difference. With his head bent low, the Aron risked a glance and saw that Flora's attacks were decreasing in speed and force as the onslaught progressed. Even the vines were loosening, but he was still unable to move the rest of his body.

"<Just wait it out a little longer...>" he thought to himself. Without Kyle's knowing— or probably just not caring for it— Bruce activated his Iron Defense. Meanwhile, at the origin of the assault, Flora could see that her leaves were literally bouncing off of her target.

"<What was Lucius thinking putting me against this Pokemon. And why are we even battling Kyle in the first place?>" she contemplated, amid still struggling to keep hold of her foe. Making a mental note to demand an explanation later, the Pokemon brought herself back to a calm state and thought of her options. Forfeiting was immediately dismissed, as that would just make Lucius angry at her and asking for an explanation harder. Then there was waiting out this little stalemate, but by the looks of things, she'd run out of energy much sooner. Of course, she could always... yes... yes that could work! A risky choice but the only one capable of leading to her victory. With her mind made up, the leaf Pokemon ended her Razor Leaf bombardment and turned her main leaf to the sun.

"<Are you watching, Josh?>" she said softly, absorbing the soothing light. "<I'm using the move you taught me.>"

The intense light engulfed her small body in a split second and she began to glow furiously. The small buds around her neck, along with her leaf, fed feverishly on the photosynthetic energy. Miniature sparks traced the mark on her forehead and in seconds, it healed. Her leaf was erect in the air and initiated the familiar spinning motion. Bruce nearly choked as the vines holding him tightened. Lucius watched in awe as his Pokemon shined even brighter than Nick. At that moment, he knew victory was in his grasp.

"That's incredible Flora! Now, let's end this!" he shouted triumphantly. Giving a slight nod to her trainer, the Chikorita increased the rapid spin of her leaf and released another flurry of Razor Leaves. The Aron made a grave mistake not bracing for impact— as he thought his previous Iron Defense could handle it— but the force of this particular round was a big improvement. If it weren't for the vines holding him in place, Bruce would have most surely been blasted on his back. He opened his mouth to cry out, but the vines constricted even harder, making even breathing hard. With unprecedented strength, the vines bent upwards and managed to lift the Pokemon about a foot off the ground.

"<This power... where is it coming from?>" he thought to himself, unwilling— or unable— to speak.

Kyle watched in aggravation as his chance at winning quickly slipped away. If he wanted to save Lucius from himself, then it was best he think of something and quick. He thoroughly examined Flora and finally noticed that the source of her power was the sun. Looking overhead, he was pleased to discover a relatively large cloud about to intercept the sun's light. All he needed to do was stall for a few seconds.

"We're still in this!" Kyle declared. "Bruce, give her a good ol' Metal Claw!"

With a hidden grin, the iron beetle focused whatever remaining energy he had on his four little feet. The limbs grew even brighter than Flora and sizzled against the vines. The friction against her vines caused Flora to cry in pain and retract the green ropes. Bruce abruptly fell with a thud, but was back on his feet in seconds. Kyle swore under his breath when he saw that the cloud still needed a little more time to move over the sun's rays. Turning his gaze on Flora, he was even more enraged to see that she had already recovered from the Metal Claw.

"<Take this!>" she screamed, blasting one final round of Razor Leaves that was sure to do the job.

"I've had enough of this battle! Bruce, use Dig!" Kyle ordered, pointing at the ground below his Pokemon's feet. With no time to spare, the Aron dug his face into the soil and sunk as if it were quick sand. A sharp leaf skidded his backside before he was completely submerged. Kyle's breathing slowed as he smiled in satisfaction.

"It's over... we won," he said aloud.

"What the!? Where did he go? No fair Kyle, you're cheating!" Lucius accused. Meanwhile, Flora's head was spinning in all directions as she searched for her opponent.

Kyle looked up at the sky before his reply. "We're not cheating; Dig is an official move. Truth is I didn't even know Bruce could use it. But hey, guess we got lucky there."

"That's what you think. Flora, Vine Whip into that hole. He couldn't have gotten too far."

Everyone awaited Flora's response, but she just stood there, panting hard. The glow of her body quickly diminished and the Pokemon fell on her stomach. Once again her leaf went limp and blocked one of her eyes. However, from the visible one, both trainers could see that she was crying. A tear trickled down her cheek and plummeted to the ground. The moment it made its landing, all went dark. Caught off guard, Lucius searched for the reason for the sudden change in lighting. His eyes fell upon a cloud that moved infront of the sun. The immense size of the cloud made it certain that light would not be seen again for another minute or so.

Kyle smirked at his confusion. "Game over," he whispered, awaiting the inevitable. Expectantly, the ground below Flora began to rumble and give way. However, she did not fall through. Quite the contrary, actually; Bruce shot out of the hole and sent Flora soaring towards Lucius. The leaf Pokemon hit the trainer in the stomach, causing the two to fall on their backs. Ignoring the sharp pain— which he had grown accustomed to on this journey— Lucius looked over to his Chikorita and frowned in disappointment. The green Pokemon laid right beside him, apparently unconscious. Luckily he had remembered which pokeball belonged to Flora and recalled the beaten Pokemon. He stared at the orb in his hand, feeling that familiar sensation for only a second before it disappeared.

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I think I finished my profile. Sorry it is so long. ^-^;; Certain parts still feel lacking, though--particularly the RP Sample--so I can add/adjust if you want me to. But I do not think I forgot anything too major.

Well, I'm done too, for the moment. May decide to change some minor details of history and expand personality a bit more, but otherwise I'm good.