.:ENTOURAGE [PG-13]:.

Name & ID Number: (Your character's first and last name. The ID number is anywhere between two-hundred and three-hundred. The scientists at ENTOURAGE will refer to your character as the last two digits of thier ID Number)

Age: (The Pokemorphs can be anywhere from fourteen to eighteen.)

Human Form: (Describe your Pokemorph's human appearances. A few good paragraphs will do.)

Mixed Appearance: (Preferably a picture, this is how your character looks when they are not quite human, but not quite pokemon either.)

Pokemon Form: (Feel free to use a picture or simply state the name of the Pokemon.Remember to include anything unique about the character such as: the pokemon is smaller/ longer claws/ wears a collar/ etc.)

Personality: (A good amount, maybe three or four paragraphs. I am looking for quality and quantity.)

History: (Quality and quantity, please. Try to include how your character ended up in the ENTOURAGE lab and how old they were when it happened.)

RP Sample: (This can be copy and paste if you want. )

Your first, hopefully not your last...

Well, here ya go:

Name: Kendall Francine 'K-Doll' Starr
ID #: 320
Age: 14

Human Appearence: Kendall is a slim girl, standing at 5'7" and weighing only 95 lbs. Her skin is a light khaki and is blemish-free. Her facial features, hands and feet are all small, making up for her long, long hair, which goes down to he waist in a ponytail. Speaking of her hair, it is a platinum blonde and has strange, but natural, sharp, honey blonde bangs that go down to the edges of her aquamarine eyes. But her obsession with Glaceon has led to her making pigtails, one on each side of her head, about shoulder length. And get this; she even dyed them teal!
Kendall's apparel is…unique. When she got her first Pokemon at the age of 7, an Eevee(experimented on, BTW,)she based her apparel on her. The Eevee actually looked like a baby Glaceon; the experiment was EGG EVOLUTION. So, her clothes are:
Top: Light Blue Short-Sleeved T
Bottom: Same Color Shin-Length Jean Skirt
Shoes: Teal Slip-Ons
Gloves: Teal, Woolen, Fingerless
Hat: Glaceon-Like Cap (specially made by her mother)


Mixed Appearance: Kendall, as half Glaceon, is very…bipedal Glaceon. Really. She has the patterns, coloring, ears, cap and floppy things, but the cap is really a cap covering her straight platinum blonde hair. Anyway, she kept her facial features, hands, feet, clothes (PHEW) and bodily structure…but, the best part is that she has a TAIL! EEEEYYY!
She does shrink a bit, bringing her to a mere 5'1".


Pokemon Appearance: Kendall is like any other Glaceon, except her floppy thingies change direction at Kendall's will. She is the newest experiment, allowing her to use her moves the best out of the group. She uses her favorite moves, Signal Beam and Ice Beam, the most.

Personality: Kendall is a shy and timid girl, usually leading to loneliness. But that's not necessarily a bad thing. She can be charming and manipulative, and when she's sitting alone, she reminisces her childhood. She can be a bit antisocial and Kendall doesn't like to speak in front of crowds. She can be selfish sometimes, but she is mostly a caring and loving girl. She is a smart young woman with a working brain. Kendall is honest and innocent herself and can tell if people are lying. But she can also be outgoing around people that she knows.

History: Kendall was born in the big city of Olivine. She was born into the upper class Starrs, where the mother was a clothing designer and her father was one of the heads for ENTOURAGE, which was started one year before her birth. She was pampered but stayed intact through all of this, all through her life. She recieved her first Pokemon, an Eevee experimented on by her father's previous devision, which is still her companion today. The Eevee, nicknamed Crysta, was the first and sccessful expriment for Egg Evoloutions.

Anyway, she came to be the last experiment for ENTOURAGE as a birthday present. Her father said that she could have anything that she wanted for her fourteenth birthday, and she said that she wanted to help her father with his experiment. Her father agreed, and said that she could Morph into any Pokemon that she wshed. Kendall had chosen Glaceon, and...that's how she came to be a Pokemorph.

Other: Crysta the Ice-Type Eevee is still with Kendall, and when Kendall is a human/Pokemorph, Crysta is her Pokemon and companion. But when Kendall is a Glaceon, Crysta is her apprentice.

RP Shmample:

"Ugh...when is it gonna--the camp!" Jay ran to the camp, huge smile on his face. "I wonder...what did that guy mean by spring...and how long does Crayn have until...it's com--" The gates were fully open and one of the gaurds was staring him in the eye. Jay averted his gaze as he walked past the gate and into the tent.

"Lookie what I go--" It looked like everyone else that went out had Raticate meat in their hands. They all had concerned looks on their faces as they saw Jay's rattling PokeBall. "Everyone else got the meat...yay us." Jay also felt concerned for Crayn. (It's alright buddy, I'll get ya outta this mess) Jay thought as he saw the other rattling PokeBalls on the table.

"I see you were all successful in finding food for us...that's excelent!" Scythe exlaimed before everyone started telling their identicle stories.
"Hmm...He who is lost...shall return in the form...of pure darkness? What cou--no, it couldn't mean that," Scythe debated with himself as he started pacing around. "I'm sorry, but as for your Pokemon--" at this point Jay put Crayn's PokeBall on the table, completing the set, "--they will have to be destroyed, so that they cannot spread the virus any farther. And as for this spring...we will figure out what to do come morning. Now, go get some rest so that we can pick it up tomorrow morning. Bring those, too." He finished by pointing at the six PokeBalls on the table, and then slowly walked away.

"Well...let's all go get some rest," Jay said as he led the party out of the tent, grabbing Crayn on the way. "I'll fix ya, buddy. You survived it once and you can do it again." And when he got back to the tent, he held Crayn's PokeBall in his arms as he fell asleep.

"Attention. This is Scythe Rainer, your camp leader, speaking. We have an emergency on camp grounds, so everybody stay in your tents and ready any weapons you have." The intercom blasted and fully woke Jay up. As if that wasn't enough, they turned on the lights, almost blinding him. "Alright, guys," said Jay as he dashed out of the tent, "it's time to whoop some..." He saw the gates vibrating, the others that had infected Pokemon flying towards Scythe. Jay did the same, and when he got there, Scythe was saying, "They tracked the scent, there are giant zombie Pokemon right out there, all because of the Raticate. You--" the gates were blasted open, taking one of the gaurds with them.

"Alright, guys, now it's time to whoop some butt!" Jay saw the giant Nidoking heading for Alicia's friend's tent, and now it was personal. "Alright, Gretle, c'mon out with Psychic! Leigh, you with Ice Beam!" The Kirlia took hold of the Nidoking and slammed it against the wall a few times before the Mawile used Ice Beam on it, freezing it, and then Gretle finished it by throwing him against the wall. Jay ran up to it with the scimitar. "This is for everything you frickin little zombies have and will put me through!" But as he struck, he saw a look of genuine fear in the eyes of the huge beast. Jay was confused as he left the dead body lay, and went in to see if Alicia's friend was alright...but she wasn't. Something with a horn or fangs had run her through..."No...argh!" He dragged her body outside, and he saw bodies and living people being dragged off, dead bodies spread around, and Scythe had run through a Heracross.

Then everything went dark.

Here you are.

Name & ID Number: Dustin Tyrone Lynwood; 236

Age: 17

Human Form: Ragged locks of sandy brown hair frames clear eyes of muddy brown. Dustin's hair was roughly cut with scissors and slightly covers his ears. A rounded face contains thin eyebrows, one or two pimples and a beak like nose that hangs over Dustin's thin lips. He holds his head up proudly on a spindly body that branches into spindly arms and legs. Small hands with long fingers are attached to the spindly arms.
Dustin's wardrobe is… limited. Having been a human "lab rattata" for most of his life has its drawbacks. Such as the fact that Dustin can only wear the cheap black and white shirts that Dustin was given after he had grown out of his old clothes. However, a sympathetic scientist gave Dustin baggy black cotton shirt with a fancy shooting star designed on the front. Coordinators turned scientists are suckers for humans with delcatty DNA. Dustin wears this shirt inside out so that it's not taken away because of the design. His pants are the blue surgery pants that were all the scientists had to give him.

Mixed Appearance: (Sorry I can't draw/find a pic. of a male half human/half delcatty.) Dustin's hair is a bright purple that spreads up Dustin's large delcatty ears. At the tip of his ears a tuft of his purple fur sticks up into the air. His eyes are still a clear brown, but they now hold flecks of the black of a delcatty's eyes. His nose is now more button like, and he has grown whisker like tufts of sandy brown hair on the side of his face. Around his neck spreads a purple ruff of fur, and characteristic balls of fur stick out of the collar. Dustin's feet have become a bit paw like, and his hands now have retractable claws that slit out from under his fingernails. His white pants have a small slit in the back, where a tail covered with sandy brown fur stretches out into a purple tuft of fur.

Pokemon Form: Think Delcatty with flecks of brown in its black eyes, and sandy brown streaks in its tan fur.

Personality: Dustin is a sarcastic and untrusting introvert, and it's hard not to notice. He is pointedly impolite, and seeks out peaceful solitude. For some reason people seem to find him annoying because of his large amount of pride and mistrust. If a person is brave enough to try and befriend Dustin, they will have to get past long cemented walls. If someone then actually becomes his friend, Dustin will be very loyal, but he will subconsciously take advantage of his friend with a cat like slyness. Being half delcatty, Dustin has a primitive instinct to survive and to hunt. These instincts are also handy as guiders, subconsciously helping guide Dustin's path. Dustin secretly longs for the life he remembers in the faint memories of before his change, and became part of the escape from the lab to achieve such a thing.

History: The sound of a baby's whine broke the sleep of a Mr. Lynwood. The man rose from the king bed, careful not to wake his wife, and walked across the hall of their single floor house to comfort his son. The lack of sleep would probably affect Mr. Lynwood's effectiveness at the office the next day, but the large man wasn't concerned about that. Opening the door to his son's room, Mr. Lynwood watched as the pale moonlight shined on his son's crib. Pristine white plastic, the inside padded with thick blankets and comforters, but Mr. Lynwood's son was covered by only a thin cotton blanket and the stuffed poochyena as large as the one month year old. The boy's eyes were squeezed shut as he bawled at some nightmare. The baby's dad picked him up with spindly arms, rocking the baby as a lullaby was peacefully hummed. The crying subsided, and Mr. Lynwood covered his son in the thin cotton blanket, the stuffed poochyena once again lying on top of the boy. "Good night… Dustin."
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Dustin was raised in the world of the Poke-world dream. He lived in the suburbs of Mauville City with a big back yard. He had a bright red wagon that his dad would pull Dustin in. His parents had a happy marriage, where his mom took care of the house and his father drove to the city of Slateport to help design components in a ship. He had an old blankey and a tattered stuffed poochyena suitable for a toddler. His father would watch sports as Dustin played with his building blocks, and his parents always congratulated him when Dustin made a building out of the squishy blocks. On his birthdays he would always get to blow out the candles on his cake, and every Christmas Santa Clause and his flying Stantlers got the boy exactly what he wanted. Dustin cried the first day of kindergarten, certain that his mom was abandoning him. Then his mom picked him up, and Dustin started looking forward to playing with all the other kids.
For Dustin's sixth birthday, a month before First Grade, His parents took him to the carnival. He had cotton candy and corndogs, complained about height requirements for the rides, and ended up lost with out his parents. Before Dustin could even manage a sniffle, a man's rough hands closed around his eyes and mouth, and Dustin's cry was muffled as he was shoved into a van. He was given a sedative, and when the boy woke up he was in a sterile lab. After that Dustin was given a shot by weird men in white lab coats.
Dustin spent about three years as his DNA combined with the DNA of a, luckily, male delcatty. The scientists were befuddled by the length of time it took for the DNA, and performed blood tests to try and figure out why. One thing the scientists didn't realize was that for those three years Dustin had constant aches and pains that his mom had told him were growing pains.
Dustin then went through eight years of experiments and test so that the scientists could see the effect it had on Dustin.

RP Sample: Nicholas stared out into the thick snow outside of the inn he had stayed the night at. His wind breaker was zipped up to his neck, and you could hear him grumbling, "Damn snow, so thick you can barely see in front of you." He was slowly gathering the courage to head towards the small train station on the outskirts of Snowpoint City.

Nicholas had his scarf wrapped around his mouth and ears, but his nose and eyes were bared to the elements. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, and as an extra precaution he had tucked his pants into his shoes, as if they could keep out the snow. He had on a blue backpack, that was crammed full of books and a few pairs of clothes. Then he steeled himself, rushing towards the doors in an attempt to act now and think later.

Nicholas slammed into the doors not realizing that he was supposed to pull, not push. His hands flew up to hold his nose, and the young maid in the lobby was quietly trying to contain her laughter. Sadly, she didn't succeed very well and chuckled to herself as she advised, "You might want to pull open the doors before leaving, kind sir." Nicholas just glared at the girl, quickly wrenching the glass doors open and stomping through the thick snow.

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Nicholas snapped his book shut, growling at the distracting hustle and bustle of the train station. The soft blue walls of the train station could hardly be seen, the crowd was so thick. The noise itself was substantial, with the intercom buzzing, the crowd talking and the simple noise generated from so many people moving at once. Nicholas looked up at the loud speakers, as if he could glare them into quiet.

Then Nicholas' expression changed into one of befuddlement. Again, the loud speaker boomed, "May all passengers of train 1337 board now! May all passengers of train 1337 board now!" Nicholas stood up and growled, packing his book back in his bag. Then he walked away from the bench he had been sitting on, shuffling towards the gate on his boarding pass with his shoulders hunched. He stopped and raised an eyebrow at the short stubby man in front of him who demanded to see his bag.

Nicholas looked down his nose at the security guard that stood at the first checkpoint. He was a few inches shorter than Nicholas, and yet he was demanding to see the contents of the teenager's bag, as if the short stubby man had the highest of authority. Nicholas scowled saying, "Look, I doubt you could stop even a street urchin. You'd think this place would have higher security," as he zipped open his bag and showed the security guard the pile of books. The silly, little, security guard leered at Nicholas before saying "You may pass."

Nicholas gave the man the mother of all scowls before walking towards a friendly looking woman who simply asked for his letter. Nicholas gave it to her and walked on towards the next checkpoint, not even noticing that she kept the letter. The next person was a tall, thin, man wearing a uniform. He took a quick look over Nicholas' boarding pass, and gave a tip of his hat as Nicholas boarded the train.

The train was top of the line with almost a hundred seats and most of his new class-mates had already boarded, but there was a small trickle of students yet to board. Nicholas quickly took an empty window seat and pulled a dog-eared book out of his backpack, propping his feet on the edge of his seat. The seat next to him was quickly taken by one of those sheltered, friendly kids. Nicholas gave his usual almighty scowl when the young boy introduced himself. One could even see the poor boy gulp.

Icefirelightning;
I can't wait to see your SU. I'm saving Slot 2 for you until you post.

Eveelution;
If you can give me a little more on the personality, then you are sure to be accepted.

Name & ID No.: C.J. (even he doesn't remember what those two letters stand for), Experiment number 218

Age: About 17. He doesn't know for sure.

Human Appearance: C.J. can't turn into a human at will, but he's pretty sure that he is - was - Asian. Based on an old photograph he hacked from the E.N.T.O.U.R.A.G.E. database he used to have black hair and eyes, and was of a slightly tanned complexion. He thinks that he used to wear glasses, since some of his hazy recollections of life before his kidnapping involved him wearing some kind of eyewear. He also believes that he used to be of a tall, lanky build, as he is now, since from his observations in the lab insertion of Pokemon DNA would not affect a person's basic skeletal and muscular structure. However, that's pretty much all he can decipher/remember/guess.

Mixed Appearance: C.J. is an Abra morph. His head mostly resembles that of an Abra, with small triangular ears on either side and a pair of thin slits for eyes. Morphing largely destroyed his vision; while he can still see short distances, he is completely unable to percieve objects in the distance, and relies instead on an innate ability, sort of like echolocation but with psychic projections rather than sound, to find his way around. This ability, however, remains in its infancy, and he is prone to tripping over rocks and walking into walls without the help of people to guide him around.

He largely retained his physical build from his human days, with the exception of lengthened arms and a slightly broader torso. His skin is a pale golden yellow, and covered in most parts by chitinous plates of the same colour. Large skeletal plates also sprout from his shoulders, and his forearms have enlarged greatly, making it look like he's constantly wearing a shirt with oversized sleeves. His feet resemble that of a bird: disproportionately large, cumbersome and clawed. He has a large tail growing out of his tailbone, which he laments as greatly affecting his centre of gravity and thus speed and ease of movement. His limited ability to teleport circumvents this physical problem to an extent, but, like his poor echolocation ability, proves to be a tentative solution at best.

Due to this inability to take on the appearance of a human, C.J. prefers to stays away from civilization, and has learned to teleport unseen from above and behind trees and roadside structures whenever the group enters a city or often-used forest route. If he is ever forced to walk in the open, he dons a large, tattered, hooded cloak which, despite making him easily noticeable in a crowd, at least serves to hide most of his peculiar features.

Pokemon Appearance: Just like his inability to morph into a true human, C.J. is unable to turn into a true Pokemon at will, though he remembers having undergone the transformation once during an experiment in which he was placed under extreme duress. In that experiment he looked mostly like a normal Abra, albeit slightly larger and with a subtle orange discolouration.

Personality: Despite his many handicaps as compared to the later Pokemorphs, C.J. is a largely positive individual, seeking always to find some kind of joy out of the bleakest of scenarios. He is open and trusting towards strangers and friends alike, a trait that irritates and endears him to his fellow Pokemorphs in equal amounts. He has an innate sense of morality and integrity, and oftentimes finds it hard to tell a convincing lie. He also has a strong distaste for battling due to his physical handicaps and said morality, despite having on occasion proved that he can be more-than-decent at it.

However, despite his apparent cheerfulness and likability, C.J. is acutely aware of his own flaws; he is lazy, physically frail, and often cowardly during times of danger. He sometimes subconciously uses the image he projects to others as a manipulative tool, and has considerable talent at layering words and ideas within a sentence to dissuade and persuade others to do things against their will. It's a talent that disgusts him, and he often tries to convince himself that it was a result of his morphing rather than a flaw he originally possessed. In addition, when he gets entirely caught up in the heat of battle, C.J. sometimes exhibits powers that terrify even himself, and his pacifist nature is rapidly replaced with a ruthless desire to win at any cost. That partially explains his aversion towards conflict, and his casual habit of calling that mental state his "god-mode" belies a more morbid fear of what he is fully capable of when under its spell.

History: His transformation into a Psychic-type involved placing heavy strain on C.J.'s brain, resulting in the onset of severe amnesia. What he does remember of his past life comes mostly in hazy fragments or single snapshots in time, all of which serve little purpose but to confuse him. Sometimes he wonders whether he would like to return to, or at least learn more about the life he left behind, but does not regard such a pursuit as one of high consequence or priority.

RP Sample: I've never really participated in a RP before; well, I did once, but the guy running it generally let one-line updates slide, and the entire RP shut down within a couple of weeks. Therefore, I don't really have any samples of considerable length at the moment. But I assure you that I will make fairly detailed updates regularly if I get in, if that's any consolation.

Name: Drake

I.D. No.: 235

Age: 14

Human Form: He's about the average height of 5'9". He has black hair and brown eyes. He has short spiked hair with green highlights in it. He has a scar on his right eye and a scar on his left cheek. He also has an odd tattoo on his right eye, shaped as a tear. Also, he has the words ''Fear'' and ''Love'' on his eye lids. Another thing, he has a tattoo of the cross on his nose to his forehead, he still doesn't know what it means yet. On his torso, he wears a ripped up black shirt that's ripped on the shoulders and some parts on his chest and stomach area. Underneath his shirt he has a cross tattoo on his right peck and a ''2'' on his left peck. On his stomach area, he has the word ''Fear'' across it. Now, on the bottoms, he wears black ripped up jeans with a black belt and dirty white shoes with black shoe laces.

Mixed Appearance: He has a rock hard body, but yet still made out of skin. He's starting to get a drill shaped horn over his nose. He still has his upper body build, but doesn't wear his shirt that often anymore. His right arm is still human but his left arm is awkwardly shaped with no fingers at all, only three claws. He's starting to grow a tail and his toe nails are starting to go away and turn into claws.

Pokemon Form: Rhydon. He has a black body with red horns and red eyes.

Personality: He's very modest at times, but yet very timid and adamant. He's very unique with himself, but since his family kicked him out of the house, he been very shy and angry with himself, don't know when the right time to love again or be hated on with darkness and fear. He loved his family, go outside together with his younger sister and have fun. Play with her, share with her, laugh and smile together. He was always happy with her, but than she ran away when her mom and dad had a fight. Now he's sad, alone. His temper also gets very uneasy now and he just snaps on people at random times, but than he blames it on other people for doing the various actions he done. So he's very adamant and no one can describe him at times.

History: When he was 2 years old, his mom and dad were happy together that they had their first child and it was a boy. His family was very awkward at times so they named him Drake. He loved to play outside on the trees and in the sandbox with his toy drill he loved playing with. When he was 4 years old, his mom and dad had another child, it was a girl, her name was Jessica. While she was just an infant, he loved her and took care of her while their mom and dad were out at work. Their bond together was very unique and playful. While he was 6 years old, he went to school and started to get into trouble with other kids and the principal. He was a very bad child that needed to be in a juvenile detention center, that's what the principal told his mom and dad. When Jess, his sister heard that, she went up to him and cried because she didn't want him to go away. He turned 8 now and they were about to move away. Jess and he didn't like it, but his sister ran away, far away. That's when his temper against his mom and dad, friends, and principal began to unleash. He hated them and than when he turned 10, he started looking for her. He kept on looking for her until the age of the incident happened... The incident with ENTOURAGE. How he ended up there was undescribable, he didn't know why he ended up there, or how he did.

A Pokemorph RPG, huh? I'd be happy to be back in a Pokemorph RPG! I'll get an SU sorted ASAP.

Name & ID Number: Roland Ike Symith (ID – 282) (Although very few people know his name, so he is almost always called Joker)

Age: 18

Human Form: As an ordinary human, Joker stands at an ordinary height of 5ft 10in, and has a fairly slim build. His eyes are- were a deep blue, but after the incident they rapidly changed to a bright orange to represent his Pokémorph. He has neat, black hair which is barely noticeable under a black top hat with an orange band just above the rim, it looks a little strange, but he rarely ever removes it. He also wears a full black tuxedo (Black dress-trousers, white shirt, waistcoat, and dress-jacket) and an orange tie, which matches the top hat. Most people would think he would be travelling to a wedding or another important occasion, but he feels that his clothes suit him best. Despite the fact that it seems rather striking and easy to spot he can stay well hidden even when wearing it, an ability that has helped him throughout his life.

Mixed Appearance: Joker is a Mothim Pokemorph, which suits him well. Mothim are known to be cunning and secretive, just as Joker is. As a Mothim/Human Pokemorph, his skin turns a dark grey colour, and his eyes become a bright orange. His eyebrows have disappeared and have been replaced with large, white antennae which become orange at the tip, and split slightly at the end. The palms of his hands and tips of his fingers have become white too, giving him the appearance of wearing fingerless gloves. He also has a thick, orange stripe running horizontally across his chest. But the most striking parts of his body are the four huge, insect wings sprouting from his back, although he is too heavy to use them more than a short glide. While Joker still retains his hair as a half-form, it has become an icy-white, much like his hands.

Pokémon Form: Joker takes the form of a Mothim. The only difference between him and an ordinary one is that the antennae split slightly at the end, a trait shown in his half form too. Despite being one of the newer Pokemorph's, he seems to be able to use his abilities very effectively.

Personality: Joker can be a bit of an oddball when it comes to his personality. To new faces and strangers, he acts very secretive, and dark, and uses his intelligence to confuse others. He also tends to fade into the background and travel unnoticed, which is further exaggerated due to the fact Mothim can learn camouflage. He prefers to keep to himself, and watch the world rather than become a part of it. As far as he can remember, he has never let his feelings take control of him, staying calm and collected during any situation. Joker is known to have a superior sense of logic, which has superior talent in card games, and chess etc. a skill that he has been known to use to con others. Occasionally he reveals how he truly feels, usually once he has gained trust in others. Once someone has past his disguise, he is actually quite caring, and will do all he can to stop those he cares about from coming to harm, using his wit and intellect to save them. Before being forced into the ENTOURAGE project, he specialised in some of the more unique types (Psychic/Dark/Ghost/Bug), so will have a preference to the Pokémorphs with those typing's. Joker often hears a voice in his head, which often helps guide him in times of need. (History explains why). This 'voice' is his partner Pokemon, Mothim. Mothim acts as a more relaxed version of Joker. It still remains rather mysterious, but is much more open, and less cold that Joker, although it is only him that hears the voice.

Other: Joker carries a deck of cards with him, something he's done since he first began to play card games.

History:

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

The night was the only time he could take solace; he found it so peaceful and friendly, and mysterious. Although someone else wouldn't be feeling quite as relaxed by morning, they'd have a lighter wallet too, because today was the day that the Joker got his pay. He'd conned others before, fairly often actually, but usually only when he really needed the money. But today, today was different, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something felt wrong. Joker shook the idea from his mind and continued to pace down the midnight streets of Jubilife. They were unnaturally empty; the con may have to wait a day or two.

"It's going to be a slow night…" he murmured to himself, and to the Pokéball he clutched tightly.

The man continued to pace down the streets wearing his classic, tuxedo and top-hat. He couldn't remember when he started wearing this form of attire, but he assumed it was sometime after he began to live on his own. He'd lost touch with everyone since then, except his Pokémon, all four of them. He slid the Pokéball from his hand to his belt, along with the other three. He'd need one of them later, assuming the con went to plan, and he didn't run into any… Trouble…

Joker was awoken from his thoughts by the sound of a vehicle screeching to a halt. He turned to watch two men, dressed in lab coats burst from the vehicle.

"Roland Ike Symith, you will be coming with us." ordered the first man,

"And if I don't?" replied Joker, he was never known by his real name; the only people did know it were dead.

"Then we'll have to bring you by force." Added the second, they almost sounded like they were joking.

The first scientist threw a Pokéball into the air. If they wanted a fight, they'd get a fight. The Pokéball exploded into one of the most terrifying sights Joker had encountered. In front of him stood an 8'02" Dusknoir, it was nearly a foot taller than an ordinary one. Its "mouth" grinned at the sight of him, it was sure that it was going to win. Joker pulled a Pokéball from his belt, his choice hadn't had much practise against Ghost-Types, but he didn't care, he had full faith in his choice.

"Go, Mothim!" yelled Joker to his Moth Pokémon, who burst from its containment and prepared for a fight.

Joker smirked to himself, this should be fun.

"Mothim, hold back, wait for the first strike" Joker told his Pokémon, he knew that being hasty was what caused most losses in a battle.

"Moth-ma" replied the Mothim as it hovered backwards slightly.

"Dusknoir, use ShadowPunch" ordered the first grunt.

Joker knew that ShadowPunch was unavoidable; Mothim would just have to grunt the blow, or would he?

"Mothim, use Camouflage!" yelled Joker, seconds before the attack struck.

Mothim vanished instantaneously, and the Dusknoir's simply swung at the air, missing Mothim instantly.

"Now, SignalBeam!" continued the conman, which was followed by a polychrome beam striking Dusknoir in the back.

The Gripper Pokémon turned to face the attack head on, and opened the mouth on its stomach wide, and Joker watched as it swallowed the attack as if it were nothing. It actually looked more energetic than it did at the beginning of the battle. Joker would have to think fast, what he did best.

"Use ArielAce!" Joker ordered his partner; maybe a physical move would work.

The Bug-Type appeared for a second straight in front of Dusknoir, and tensed to bear some of the pain, but it never came. The Mothim flew straight through the foe's gaseous body, and continued into a wall.

"Use Gravity" said the scientist; he didn't seem fazed by the fight.

Mothim gathered enough energy to float back into the air, just as Dusknoir's eye flickered a deep violet, dragging Mothim back onto the ground.

"Dusknoir use Imprison" continued the scientist, Joker had worried about this. Imprison had the capability of completely subduing the foe, but it was inaccurate, and risky, if it failed the user could faint.

Dusknoir acknowledge with a ghostly whisper, and its mouth opened wide, creating a tiny scarlet sphere.

"At the target" added the scientist.

Joker gasped, the men wanted him, not his Pokémon. So that means the target was- He watched in horror as the Dusknoir closed in on his position. He was petrified, frozen in place by his own thoughts, something that had never happened before. All Joker felt next was a sharp pain in his chest that spread throughout his body. His vision slowly faded, being engulfed by the darkness, until there was nothing.

Only silence…

I'll need a little more time to finish, but this is what I've got so far.
EDIT: I'm done. Hope you like it. :)


Name & ID Number: Aristo Ortega & 281

Age: 16

Human Form: First, we will start off with his physical appearance. He stands five feet, eleven inches tall and weighs one hundred and thirty-five pounds. He has a mixture of hazel and deep brown eyes. His has blonde-brown hair that comes down into his eyes and covers his large, pointed ears. He has small muscle tone in his upper body with little definition on his arms, and a small six pack. His chest is the same with little tone. He has a large butt for his size that shows through his jeans. His thigh muscles are large in relation to his body, and his calves are built to run for miles. He has a slightly large foot wearing a size eleven shoe.

Next, we will talk about clothing and accessories. He wears a black leather necklace that has a golden lightning bolt pendant that ends where his shirt begins. Since he is poor, he wears an orange zip-up hoodie with white fur around the neck and a pokeball symbol on his left side. He wears brown beat up jeans with a big hole on his right knee. He wears black shoes with multiple tears in the seams. He has a red bracelet that his best friend gave to him.

Mixed Appearance: Thumbnail picture 1

Pokemon Form: Thumbnail picture 2

Personality: Aristo is a calmed, relaxed sort of person who is outgoing, and drives for success. His dad taught him patience when he was little so he wouldn't whine every night they went without some food. He is very protective to the ones he loves standing up in the face of danger. He sometimes blows his top, but that is a rare thing if he does. Although he has his open side, he also has his dark side. He is very mischievous, and will steal anything that will keep him alive. He is also very playful and will be your friend if you are willing to accept him for who he really is. His way of self confidence is to talk to himself telling himself everything is fine, and he will prevail from any situation he is in. Although, he may look shy on the outside, he is anything but that on the inside being optimistic and positive.

History: Lets start when he was born. He was born in the Goldenrod Hospital. When he was two his family moved to the Hoenn region. At five, his mother gave birth to his little sister Helena. The two siblings grew up in the slums of Lilycove City; they survived off of the rawest of ways. The place they called home was a broken down building next to the sea. He went to school, but only had one friend. The rest judged the way he looked and knew he was poor. His friend, Alec, was born into an average family that could spend only minimum money on extra things.

At the age of thirteen, his parents made him drop out of school and find work so they would have some money. He found work at a restaurant in the slums that served people like him. After six months of working, his parents found good jobs in Slateport City. Before he left Lilycove, Alec gave him his lucky hair bow so Aristo would remember him.

A year later, after getting enough money to sort of live, a massive tornado came, and wiped everything away including his parents, sister, and their family pokemon, a jolteon. He luckily was at one of his new friend's house, and was saved. Not knowing where to go after he heard about his family's death he went to an orphanage to see if he could live there. The people couldn't turn him down. At the age of fifteen, a year later, he heard an overcall telling him to come down to the lobby. He went there unenthusiastically, thinking he was in trouble for something he didn't do, like always. They told him to go into the adoption room to meet a nice man interested in adopting him. The man had on an olive drench coat that stretched down to his knee where it met dark blue jeans. The man adopted him after an hour of interview.

The man said he lived on an island. Aristo was exited because he could be rich. After they got to the island, Aristo saw a giant factory looking thing that scared him a little bit. His new dad told him that it was all right, that that was where he got all of his money. He then was knocked in the head by a big metal object. The man and two other people took Aristo into the big building. He woke up on a table where he saw three other people in other rooms like the one he was in. He saw tools that looked like they were going to hurt his so he got scared and passed out. When he woke up again. He was in a dark room. The lights turned on when he saw another person on the other side. He heard a voice come over the loud speaker telling him to kill the other person. The guy got up and transformed into a feraligator. Aristo was scared, but he knew he had to fight. He got into a position when he turned into a jolteon. The two fought it out when Aristo prevailed in the end. Two guards took Aristo to a nearby cell to lock him up. He heard about a plan to escape, and jumped in as what he thinks the eagerest one.

RP Sample: As the alarm went off Rehoma jumped out of bed immediately realizing what's going on.

"Today's the day, wait no its not, yeah it is I think, yeah I'm right it is. Rehoma argued with himself as he got into the shower. He took a while to get extra clean for his big day. His mom cooked him breakfast while he was in the shower so he could eat it on the way to the professor's. He got out of the shower going to his room to put on his clothes when his mom screamed BREAKFAST IS READY. He then found the clothes he would wear after arguing with himself some more.

After finishing breakfast on the way, he put the plate in his backpack. He got to the door when he stopped to see the definition on it. It was just a regular brown door though. He went in looking around to see anyone he might know. He did see a person that he saw walking around the town one day.

"Hi you must be Rehoma," said a voice that came from the back.

"Y-Yes sir I am." Rehoma answered in a scared voice.

"Well I'm professor oak. I will let you choose your pokemon." Said the person as he emerged from the shadows of the back of the room

"Hi professor how are you today." Rehoma said trying to start a conversation.

"Good, but I can't talk I have a lot of more people to tend to so you will choose one of two pokemon I will place in front of you." Oak told him taking two pokeballs from his pockets; "now I have just gotten back from Johto so these two only come from there so I show them both to you"

"Ok sir I will have to get a biography from both first" Rehoma exclaimed trying to sound professional.

"Fine then I will give them to you. The one on the left is a fire type and the one on the right is a grass type." He told the young boy.

"Ok the one on the left is fire, but the one on the right is grass? I say left, no right no left no right, yeah left. Before he could continue arguing he blurted out I'll take the one on the left." Rehoma said.

"Ok here you go" Oak said as he gave the new trainer the ball, "I would release him before I leave if I were you. He then went to a shelf and pulled out a box that said new trainer on it. He gave Rehoma some potions, five balls, and a pokedex.

A white flash came out when he pushed the button on the ball. In the flash came a little houndour. He looked up at his new master and gave him a warning growl. As Rehoma bent down to stroke the new pokemon's back it turned its head to bite his hand. As Rehoma jerked his hand from the teeth, Professor Oak laughed. Rehoma pulled the pokemon's ball out to return him the houndour ran to his side and whimpered

"Ok buddy, if you don't want to go back into your ball then we need to be nice to each other." Rehoma told the dog pokemon. As they left the building the two looked at each other and smiled. This is going to be the greatest adventure anyone has ever had because I have the best partner around. Rehoma thought to himself as they left the building

I'd like to reserve a spot. We need women in this thread!

Name & ID Number: Corinne Landis, Number 258

Age: 17

Human Form: Short and very thin, she is four feet tall and weighs eighty pounds. She has bright orange hair a blue eye. She wears her hair short, but has long bangs to cover her missing right eye. She has a scar running vertically over her right eye, with many other scars all over her body. Her arms are well-muscled, but they don't bulge. She has a thin body, with large breasts.

She has white skin, lightly tanned. Her body is covered with scratches and scars. Only her face is unmarred, with the exception of her missing eye.
She wears a purple sleeveless shirt with thin straps. She has a black eyepatch over her right eye. She wears low-cut black leather pants with a grey belt. She doesn't wear socks, and wears purple crocs.

Mixed Appearance: She shifts into a Fearow, gaining a bright red crest on her head. Her arms turn into large wings, allowing her to fly. Large tail feathers sprout from her back, just above her butt. Her eyes become sharp hawk-like eyes, and her right eye is restored. Without hands, however, she cannot remove her patch easily.

Pokemon Form: Fearow. Her feathers are a dark orange instead of brown, with bright orange eyes.

Personality: Corinne is a bit ditzy, but is a friendly girl. She is highly laid-back, and quite playful. She is kind, hardworking, and dedicated, but easily distacted and clumsy. She likes meeting new people, and is always open and friendly. While she doesn't like to draw attention to herself, she won't hide from others and will always rise to the occasion.

She is much smarter than she appears, but people rarely listen to her. She gives her thoughts and opinions anyway, in the hopes that someone will listen or care. She doesn't hold grudges, choosing to forget small mistakes and forgive big ones. She is very motherly towards people, always eager to hear about others or offer her advice.

She tends to hoard things, especially shiny things. She collects them and puts them in hidden places, sometimes forgetting she even has them. She tends to collect friends the same way: Meeting lots of people, learning about them, and later forgetting about them.

She can be quite violent when angry. If anyone harms her close friends, takes her cherished items, or if she is kept in one place for too long, she becomes enraged. These fits of rage are highly out of character, and she is visibly shaken afterwards.

History: Corinne was born in a small town in Kanto. Her mother raised her by herself, and Corinne never knew who her father was. Her mother mentioned him being a crazy man, obsessed with Pokémon and making a record of them. She was home-schooled, and her mother ran a business over the computer. Corinne was an adventurous child, often wandering off. She didn't pay attention all that much, often injuring herself. Her mother tried to keep her inside, causing Corinne to devolop a hatred of confined spaces. When she was ten, she snuck out at night like she usually did, but decided not to return. She travelled for a few days, eventually encountering a large bird. It was a Fearow, a shiny one. It was roughly the same size as her, so she assumed she could be friends with it. It attacked her, stabbing her eye with it's beak. A group of scientists who had been chasing it managed to capture it, taking the young girl in the process. She was infused with the bird's DNA, an attempt to see if Shiny Pokémon produced different results.

RP Sample: From an RP my brother and I were in on a different site:

Deep in the woods, there is a quiet spring. A single female steps out from the water after bathing. She heads over to a tree where she left her clothes.

As the woman approaches the tree, a well-dressed man suddenly steps out from behind it. "Why 'ello. Lov'ly day fer a stroll in the woods, innit?"


The woman steps back, surprised at the man's sudden appearance. "I didn't realise anyone else was here. Who are you?" She slowly edges towards the tree, not entirely trusting the strange man.


The man tilts his head at her. "Now where are my manners? Name's Shepard. Markus A. Shepard, at yer service. What I'd like ta know is who are you, and what are ya doin' 'ere?"


"Morgan. And I'm meeting someone. He said to wait for him by the water in the forest. I'd been travelling a while, so I decided to rest here." She reaches the tree, and heads behind it to dress. "I'm sorry, but you startled me is all."


Shepard grins, and inhales deeply, smelling the air. "Hmm, it smells nice 'ere. Don't smell no animals, none o' my friends, just you... and me." Shepard bares his teeth, revealing pointed fangs. He lunges forward, making a grab for Morgan's hair with his left hand.


Morgan gasps in surprise as the vampire closes the distance so quickly, dropping the shirt she was holding. As his hand closes around her short red hair, she struggles but cannot break his grip.


Shepard chuckles as she struggles. "An ordin'ary 'uman. Tell me, love. Do you wanna live forever? Heh heh heh..." Shepard drops his cane to grab her arm, and moves to bite her wrist. Morgan swiftly brings her knee up, striking Shepard. She lashes out with her free hand, aiming for his throat.


Shepard grunts as Morgan strikes him, but retains his grip. "A simple 'yes' woulda sufficed! But now things get interestin'!" Shepard spins, dragging her with him to slam her into the tree. Morgan hits headfirst, unable to compete with Shepard's inhuman strength. She hangs limply in his grip.


"I thought you'd see it my way." Shepard chomps down on her wrist, savoring the sweet taste of her blood. "Let's 'ope you last longer than my last kid..."

Here you are. I kinda expected you to ask me to redo the personality. It was late, and I had spent most of my enthusiasm into my history. Note to self: Do history last. It always takes the oomph out of you.
But enough excuses. Here you are!


Name & ID Number: Dustin Tyrone Lynwood; 236

Age: 17

Human Form: Ragged locks of sandy brown hair frames clear eyes of muddy brown. Dustin's hair was roughly cut with scissors and slightly covers his ears. A rounded face contains thin eyebrows, one or two pimples and a beak like nose that hangs over Dustin's thin lips. He holds his head up proudly on a spindly body that branches into spindly arms and legs. Small hands with long fingers are attached to the spindly arms.
Dustin's wardrobe is… limited. Having been a human "lab rattata" for most of his life has its drawbacks. Such as the fact that Dustin can only wear the cheap black and white shirts that Dustin was given after he had grown out of his old clothes. However, a sympathetic scientist gave Dustin baggy black cotton shirt with a fancy shooting star designed on the front. Coordinators turned scientists are suckers for humans with delcatty DNA. Dustin wears this shirt inside out so that it's not taken away because of the design. His pants are the blue surgery pants that were all the scientists had to give him.

Mixed Appearance: (Sorry I can't draw/find a pic. of a male half human/half delcatty.) Dustin's hair is a bright purple that spreads up Dustin's large delcatty ears. At the tip of his ears a tuft of his purple fur sticks up into the air. His eyes are still a clear brown, but they now hold flecks of the black of a delcatty's eyes. His nose is now more button like, and he has grown whisker like tufts of sandy brown hair on the side of his face. Around his neck spreads a purple ruff of fur, and characteristic balls of fur stick out of the collar. Dustin's feet have become a bit paw like, and his hands now have retractable claws that slit out from under his fingernails. His white pants have a small slit in the back, where a tail covered with sandy brown fur stretches out into a purple tuft of fur.

Pokemon Form: Think Delcatty with flecks of brown in its black eyes, and sandy brown streaks in its tan fur.

Personality: Dustin's driving force is the will to survive, but deep down he really wants to return to the life he had before he became a pokemorph. He believes that now that he has left the lab, he is a step closer to returning to a "normal" life. After losing his family, he has a deep fear of committing his feelings to anyone, and an even deeper fear of caring for someone and then losing them. He has become an introvert because of this, and now he doesn't trust his feelings, preferring to think things through.
Being turned into a pokemorph early in his life means that Dustin is not very learned, and he can only read small indisvual words. Not many people realize this, because Dustin reveals so little about him self and shows so little attention to others.
The delcatty in Dustin causes him to enjoy surprising others and long naps in the sun, while it also gives him the instincts of a hunter.

History: The sound of a baby's whine broke the sleep of a Mr. Lynwood. The man rose from the king bed, careful not to wake his wife, and walked across the hall of their single floor house to comfort his son. The lack of sleep would probably affect Mr. Lynwood's effectiveness at the office the next day, but the large man wasn't concerned about that. Opening the door to his son's room, Mr. Lynwood watched as the pale moonlight shined on his son's crib. Pristine white plastic, the inside padded with thick blankets and comforters, but Mr. Lynwood's son was covered by only a thin cotton blanket and the stuffed poochyena as large as the one month year old. The boy's eyes were squeezed shut as he bawled at some nightmare. The baby's dad picked him up with spindly arms, rocking the baby as a lullaby was peacefully hummed. The crying subsided, and Mr. Lynwood covered his son in the thin cotton blanket, the stuffed poochyena once again lying on top of the boy. "Good night… Dustin."
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Dustin was raised in the world of the Poke-world dream. He lived in the suburbs of Mauville City with a big back yard. He had a bright red wagon that his dad would pull Dustin in. His parents had a happy marriage, where his mom took care of the house and his father drove to the city of Slateport to help design components in a ship. He had an old blankey and a tattered stuffed poochyena suitable for a toddler. His father would watch sports as Dustin played with his building blocks, and his parents always congratulated him when Dustin made a building out of the squishy blocks. On his birthdays he would always get to blow out the candles on his cake, and every Christmas Santa Clause and his flying Stantlers got the boy exactly what he wanted. Dustin cried the first day of kindergarten, certain that his mom was abandoning him. Then his mom picked him up, and Dustin started looking forward to playing with all the other kids.
For Dustin's sixth birthday, a month before First Grade, His parents took him to the carnival. He had cotton candy and corndogs, complained about height requirements for the rides, and ended up lost with out his parents. Before Dustin could even manage a sniffle, a man's rough hands closed around his eyes and mouth, and Dustin's cry was muffled as he was shoved into a van. He was given a sedative, and when the boy woke up he was in a sterile lab. After that Dustin was given a shot by weird men in white lab coats.
Dustin spent about three years as his DNA combined with the DNA of a, luckily, male delcatty. The scientists were befuddled by the length of time it took for the DNA, and performed blood tests to try and figure out why. One thing the scientists didn't realize was that for those three years Dustin had constant aches and pains that his mom had told him were growing pains.
Dustin then went through eight years of experiments and test so that the scientists could see the effect it had on Dustin.

RP Sample: Nicholas stared out into the thick snow outside of the inn he had stayed the night at. His wind breaker was zipped up to his neck, and you could hear him grumbling, "Damn snow, so thick you can barely see in front of you." He was slowly gathering the courage to head towards the small train station on the outskirts of Snowpoint City.

Nicholas had his scarf wrapped around his mouth and ears, but his nose and eyes were bared to the elements. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker, and as an extra precaution he had tucked his pants into his shoes, as if they could keep out the snow. He had on a blue backpack, that was crammed full of books and a few pairs of clothes. Then he steeled himself, rushing towards the doors in an attempt to act now and think later.

Nicholas slammed into the doors not realizing that he was supposed to pull, not push. His hands flew up to hold his nose, and the young maid in the lobby was quietly trying to contain her laughter. Sadly, she didn't succeed very well and chuckled to herself as she advised, "You might want to pull open the doors before leaving, kind sir." Nicholas just glared at the girl, quickly wrenching the glass doors open and stomping through the thick snow.

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Nicholas snapped his book shut, growling at the distracting hustle and bustle of the train station. The soft blue walls of the train station could hardly be seen, the crowd was so thick. The noise itself was substantial, with the intercom buzzing, the crowd talking and the simple noise generated from so many people moving at once. Nicholas looked up at the loud speakers, as if he could glare them into quiet.

Then Nicholas' expression changed into one of befuddlement. Again, the loud speaker boomed, "May all passengers of train 1337 board now! May all passengers of train 1337 board now!" Nicholas stood up and growled, packing his book back in his bag. Then he walked away from the bench he had been sitting on, shuffling towards the gate on his boarding pass with his shoulders hunched. He stopped and raised an eyebrow at the short stubby man in front of him who demanded to see his bag.

Nicholas looked down his nose at the security guard that stood at the first checkpoint. He was a few inches shorter than Nicholas, and yet he was demanding to see the contents of the teenager's bag, as if the short stubby man had the highest of authority. Nicholas scowled saying, "Look, I doubt you could stop even a street urchin. You'd think this place would have higher security," as he zipped open his bag and showed the security guard the pile of books. The silly, little, security guard leered at Nicholas before saying "You may pass."

Nicholas gave the man the mother of all scowls before walking towards a friendly looking woman who simply asked for his letter. Nicholas gave it to her and walked on towards the next checkpoint, not even noticing that she kept the letter. The next person was a tall, thin, man wearing a uniform. He took a quick look over Nicholas' boarding pass, and gave a tip of his hat as Nicholas boarded the train.

The train was top of the line with almost a hundred seats and most of his new class-mates had already boarded, but there was a small trickle of students yet to board. Nicholas quickly took an empty window seat and pulled a dog-eared book out of his backpack, propping his feet on the edge of his seat. The seat next to him was quickly taken by one of those sheltered, friendly kids. Nicholas gave his usual almighty scowl when the young boy introduced himself. One could even see the poor boy gulp.

I got accepted :D
I still need to add an RP sample though, I'll start that later today...

Yay Im accepted!
( and I keep messing up karma. Mabye I'm on a subconcious strike!)

Edited my first post. Hope you like it. See ya later bye!

this is all i got so far

Name: Ezikiel Draper,

ID No. 222

Age: 15

Human Form: Ezikiel is a regular looking 5foot 6inches tan skined male, shaggy dirty blonde-brown hair that covers his ears and slightly his eyes aswell , light gray- deep greenish eyes, roundish face with not thin but at the same time not thick eyebrows, ears that no one can see over his hair (one ear has a small peice missing due to a alley fight), a medium sized nose, thin lips, a medium weight body, average thin arms, average thin legs, normal hands, fingers, feet, ect ect, usually wears a hodded jacket no matter how hot it is, a black t-shirt, blue jeans, black gloves, black socks, and sneakers, no one ever sees him in anything else unless it is in his lab shirt and pants for testings, the only reason he can wear these things is because he used to date one of the scientist's daughter and her father gave him this clothing before they broke up..

Mixed Appearance: (i can't draw or find a pic)
fused with the DNA of a Salemance, Ezikiel starts sprouting redish wing, along with 3 fin-like objects that starts to replace his ears, his teeth start growing back into his gums, his hands, feet, fingers, ect ect, start turning into dragon-like paws and claws, he starts growing his tail, and his hair starts growing back in...

Pokemon Form: A salamence (has a slit on the righ fin-like objects

Personality: Usually sticks to himself, only time he is seen smiling is when he was with his ex-girlfriend (the scientist's daughter), He is a caring person even though he does not show it, most people look at him like he is some stuck up punk, the only one who saw through this was his Ex.. Ever since they broke up the only time anyone saw him outside of his room was during tests (some of tis is also due to his shyness).. He usually sits in his room and thinks about how it would be if his parents were never tricked into thinking this lab was a recreation camp (i will explain soon)... Because of him in his solitary state of mind.. he has rarely met anyone else in the lab. (if u want me to add more.. i can try to think of some more)

History: Ezikiel age 13
Ezikiel never really had friends.. he never really thought that he could be happy.. but one day.. a random girl came up to him and they started talking. After going out for awhile.. the girl (let's call her Shirley for now) brought him to meet her father.. after Ezikiel and Shirley's father chatted for a few.. he offered to give Ezikiel a ride to his house.. Ezikiel gladly accepted.. on his way home, Ezikiel thought he saw something weird on a peice of paper.. it said "Project ENTOURAGE ,pokemon and human merging" it sent a shiver down Ezikiel's spine.. just the thought of it.. when Ezikiel got to his house.. he was greeted by his mother and father..they also greeted Lesly's father, they talked a bit.. then Shirley's father (let's call him Dr.Rafen) had to leave.. a few years later (now Ezikiel is 15) he was still dating Shirley and one night, he was sleeping when he heard a sound.. he opened his eyes to see something hit his head.. Ezikiel passed out. He woke up in a patch of trees walking distance from his house.. as he got home.. he was welcomed by his parents stricken with fear on their faces. By the way their faces looked he knew he had ben gone for some time now... then Dr.Rafen walked into the hallway from the kitchen.. he said hello to Ezikiel.. and Ezikiel's parents started yelling at Ezikiel.. after everything his parents said.. Dr.Rafen introduced a recreation camp called "Camp Fusion" (like i said before, tricked parents). Ezikiel had no say in this matter for his parents thought he had ran away. So after things were aranged.. later that day.. Shirley called and broke up with him because of his attitude problems and needed some help before they went out again (i know harsh, right?). After this.. this is when Ezikiel started his solitary state... He got packed and left for "camp" the fallowing week. and has been there for a few months now.

RP Sample:

eveelution said:

Yay Im accepted!
( and I keep messing up karma. Mabye I'm on a subconcious strike!)

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I'm always on a subconcious strike, you get surprisingly little done in the day 0_o

Not done, but here's some of it...

Name & ID Number: Sinestra Halladay (pronounced "holiday") #319

Age: 14

Human Form:


Mixed Appearance: Sinestra shares DNA with Persian. In his mixed form, he has black cat ears that are bright red on the inner ear. He has a tail that is curled at the end, indentical to Persian's, covered in soft, cream-colored fur. Other changes to his appearance include retractable claws, sharp canine (feline?) teeth, black rings around his eyes, and a shining red gem on his forehead.

Pokemon Form: Being one of the most recent Pokemorphs, his Pokemon form and his ability to shift between forms are nearly flawless. There are only small differences between his Pokemon form and a regular Persian. His inner ears are scarlet, not pink, and he is noticeably smaller than a regular Persian (3'0"). He is only 2'8".

Personality: Sinestra is always trying to prove himself. No matter where he goes, people judge him by his looks. He's either too short, too small, too weak, too all of the above, or too much of a freak to be taken seriously. He hates people who judge and assume things.

Sinestra has an angry disposition, simply because there isn't anyone for him to take it on. He tends to bottle up his anger at ENTOURAGE and, well, pretty much the whole world. That makes him very dangerous when he loses it.

Despite his negative disposition, he's actually very likable. He doesn't tell you his opinion unless you ask (he assumes you don't care enough to hear it), and he is quiet. Believe it or not, he does know how to have fun. He is very pleasant with his friends and cannot sit still if he's with them. He has a sarcastic sense of humor and likes bad puns.

History:

OK, RP sample is up on my SU. It's a little rushed, but I've been really busy today.

ph crud.. did i put a RP sample in my history?