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..:: DARKRAI'S B A L L O O N
Be Cursed Or Be Free, It Is Up To Thee
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For discussions about this roleplay, go to the OOC thread <<
One especially bright night...
Johto was a lively, yet calm region. Some places were bristling with energy, people running about their business and living their lives, and others were quiet and mystical, filled with pokémon doing the same but in their way. Pokémon and humans had been living in Johto since the beginning of time. This was the way it was. Some humans, though, did not want the best for all. Instead they wanted what was best for themselves. Fortunately, there were enough good people in the world to stop them. Unfortunately... there were pokémon who only wanted the best for themselves as well.One bright night, when the moon was even more annoyingly beautiful than usual, probably because of that Cresselia lady that had been swooping around lately, one pokémon decided he had had enough of all this cuteness and happiness in the world. He wanted screams! He wanted terror. He wanted... something to play with. This pokémon was a Darkrai. He floated down from the sky towards the city of Goldenrod in the night. What would he pick to play with? As if someone had meant for him to spot it, he saw the glimmer of something through one of the few lit windows in the Radio Tower. He floated closer and spotted a giant... pearl? It was laying in a glass case on a desk, as if it was being studied. Darkrai could hear humans speak in the corridor near. Invisible, he flew through the wall and reached through the glass case to pick the pearl up. Sweet. He could sense the strange power coming from it. This would make a great toy. If... if he could figure out what to do with it.
Floating outside again, pearl in hand, he looked around and saw a stand of lonely, pink balloons sitting at the foot of the Radio Tower. The promotion people must have left them there. Ah. Balloons. Who didn't like balloons? Even Darkrai liked them. He carefully took one from the bunch. Now he had a mysterious pearl and a balloon.
Seeing a human walk down a dark street with some small pokémon beside him, something formed inside his head. One of the pokémon seemed to love its trainer, another one seemed afraid of it, and a third pokémon seemed to genuinely dislike the human. There were so many different ways for pokémon and humans to interact and feel about each other. Did humans understand this? Darkrai loathed most humans. He would teach them a lesson. And have fun in the process. If he had had a mouth, all his teeth would have glared in the strong moonlight as the pearl suddenly vanished and a pink balloon, bristling with aura, was all that remained. Darkrai soared higher up in the sky. Oh, the morning would be so much fun...
The next morning...
You are awakened by the sunlight tickling your nose, the wind poking your cheek or something else like that. You are lying on the ground, outdoors, in a clearing in the forest. You can hear the sea... What is this? You were lying in your bed when you fell asleep yesterday! You look around and see a few other pokémon lying in the clearing as well. Pokémon? You realize that you are no longer human. You have become a pokémon. Are you dreaming?Seemingly from nowhere, you spot a brightly pink balloon in the air above you. And you hear a voice. It's like it's talking to you inside your own head, but all of the other pokémon in the clearing seem to hear it as well. The mysterious voice says:
You'd better make sure the balloon does not pop... if you want to make it through the game alive.
But as the voice speaks, the balloon floats away above the treetops, out of sight. You have lost it, for now.
So... the game? Are you in a game?
Yes. You are in a game.
In this roleplay, you will play as a young human (from the pokémon world) who have been turned into a pokémon. It is a complete mystery to you. All you know is that there is a balloon... and that a voice has told you to make sure it doesn't break. Other than that, the world is open to you. Johto and Kanto are accessible, and you are waking up in a forest near the sea to the south of New Bark town. As you search for the balloon, or don't give a crap about it and go your own way, you will encounter wild pokémon, trainers who will try to fight or capture you, other humans... and some legendaries that are on the move. Most notably, there is a Cresselia that has been spotted around Johto lately, and there are always the rumors of the roaming legendary beasts who are said to watch over Johto. In Kanto, it's the legendary birds who are said to be watching over the lands instead.On your journey, the voice (who will reveal itself to be Darkrai's but your character won't know that yet) will speak to you at times. That balloon is the key... to something. What happens if it breaks? Does Darkrai himself even know what that pearl's aura did to the balloon? Will you accept that you are now a pokémon and live your new life, or will you try to get to the bottom of the mystery of your transformation? Whether you decide to keep searching for and saving the balloon, join a trainer who battles in gyms, become a thief and annoyance in the nearest town or try to chase down Darkrai himself... it's up to you and your fellow players in this strange game, to find or create answers to all these questions.
And yes, there is a story behind all this, and parts of it will be triggered after certain events/actions by you, the players.
Rules/Guidelines/-ish
- The roleplay is rated PG-13. No unnecessary gore. No suggestive themes.- If you want in, submit a Sign Up in THE OOC THREAD and wait for me to either accept or deny you. We will then start playing when I've posted Day 1.
- I will post the start of every new day, in game (not IRL :p) and you will play out the events of your character during that day. Be reasonable, you can only do so much in one day. Interact with the other players, this should not be an RP where you write your own chapter posts all the time and never meet the others. But one or two paragraphs per post is absolute minimum.
- At the end of every day, everyone will get a level, and you will get additional levels if you did a lot that day or wrote very fun/good posts.
- I will play the legendary pokémon, a few humans, as well as my own character. You will play your character and any NPC humans or pokémon you choose to throw into the game. You decide for yourself what wild pokémon it would be reasonable to encounter in each place. The gym leaders are the usual ones (HG/SS) and can be controlled by you like any NPCs.
- We are starting in the Johto region (more specifically, in the forest near the sea, to the south of New Bark town) in the normal game universe. No Pokémon Mystery Dungeon world here. Oh, and there is no Team Rocket.
- Check this map for help to visualize the Johto we are playing in, although we don't have to follow the exact routes. Yes, we can go to Kanto as well.
- You are allowed 6 moves at the same time. Since you are level 10 at the start you will at first only know moves you learn until then. As the game goes on, you will grow in levels and learn new moves, but you must then forget an old one. You will be allowed to learn TM/egg/tutor/whatever moves as well.
- Evolution comes with levels in most cases, and if it doesn't, we'll discuss it.
- No powermodding. When throwing an attack at someone who isn't an NPC, you will let that person determine the reaction.
- Slight bunnying might be allowed... but ONLY when it comes to TIME PASSING. For example, we can't stand in a clearing talking forever, soon we'll have to go somewhere and if one of us takes an initiative and writes that some hours has passed, then so be it. Just be careful so you're not jumping in time when someone would have wanted to act somehow. If you're unsure, ask the other players in the OOC thread (up soon).
Pokémon to choose from - Only 7 spots available! (for now, aaand not counting me)
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Sign Up Sheet
Name:Age: (as a human, no more than 16)
Gender:
Pokémon species: (choose from the above list, you will be lv 10)
Moveset: (up to 6, learned by leveling up until lv 10 and one egg move if you want. Most pokémon won't have 6 moves at the start, so don't be sorry if that's the case for you)
History: (include home town)
Personality: ( :D )
Likes:
Dislikes: (it's awesome to have these on an SU sheet ^___^ You don't have to write much here.)
RP sample: (put it in a spoiler)
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My own SU :)
Name: Christopher Amalan
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Pokémon species: Pikachu
Moveset: Thundershock, Growl, Tail Whip, Thunder Wave, Wish
History: Born in Ecruteak, baptized by monks there into the Ho-oh worshipping cult, Christopher has been growing up in a family that believes that you should always do your best to help others. He has never questioned this, not even when he started to realize that his older sister had been using him for years, tricking him into running errands and doing stuff for her by saying it was for the greater good and that Ho-oh would favor him if he did. Now his naiveness is starting to wear off as he is becoming a teenager, and he is just starting to have a more skeptical outlook on the world. But he is reverting to his naive self as often as he can, since that's the way that has worked for him all these years growing up.
In school, Christopher does pretty good, even though he isn't always the smartest and pretty childish. He is an oblivious boy that isn't picked on by bullies just because they think he wouldn't realize that he was being picked on anyway, and then the fun would simply be ruined. He does understand though, but he also understand that his happy-go-lucky ways are what keeps him well-liked and sound so he keeps it up.
Other than that, there isn't much more to say about Christopher's history. His parents want him to become either a teacher or a monk. He likes to read, but mostly adventure stories since most educational or otherwise educational books rather easily bores him. He loves the morning and sunrise more than anything, which seems to be the time of day when there are monks running around everywhere in Ecruteak. Since the monks seem to like mornings as much as he does, he'd probably do good as one! Although he thinks the monks are a bit slow and overly serious at times but he guesses that is because they are so very spiritual and... busy being... spiritual.
Personality: Christopher comes across as pretty rash and naive. He is the type to be clumsy and not realize it, or at least pretend he doesn't. You never really know when he's pretending and when he's actually being naive. It's bugging some people. He's kind hearted but may sometimes say things thoughtful people wouldn't though, like actually telling someone their sweatshirt was pretty ugly when nobody else dared to. Despite this, he is generally well-liked. Mostly because... you can't really dislike a boy who wouldn't hurt a fly (unless the fly bit him, of course, then it's WAR), even though he's pretty childish. He loves his parents and his big sister (even though she always teases him) and he misses them a lot now when he is a pokémon. He will probably want to travel home to Ecruteak to find them...
If something scary happens, Christopher wouldn't be the one to cry at first. He would face the danger with ridiculous resolve and maybe even a smile, since he loves adventures... at least until things looked really grim. If someone else started to panic or cry then, he'd probably follow their example pretty fast. He isn't usually afraid of showing his feelings and he doesn't care one cent about what people think of him, or rather he doesn't think about the fact that people can think something of him. Maybe he's still a little too naive to realize it does matter sometimes.
And maybe Christopher isn't really spiritual, but he does believe in Ho-oh, since he's pretty much been raised to do so. He wishes to one day see the big legend with his own eyes, and doesn't listen to his sister when she tells him Ho-oh isn't real. Kind of like a child really believes in Santa.
Likes: Mornings, games and playing, adventures and hearing stories, sweets and cakes.
Dislilkes: Evenings, stiff people who think they are really important, vegetables, blood.
RP sample:
Spoiler:
Ariadne looked out on the glimmering waters. Wave after wave bounced in and sprayed the cliffs beneath her. Wet. Not nice. She shook her head and walked away from the cliffs, following the wildside north towards Lavender. She had been traveling on the large bridges at first, but then decided that they were too crowded. She couldn't even stick her hands out of her cape, out of fear from being discovered. The marks on her hands were small, but visible. Nobody had any reason to make tattoos like those, and surely, nobody had believed her when she had pulled that lie.
The weather was a bit dim, with silvery yellow clouds covering the sky and the sun barely shining through, giving the sea a blank but muddily dark look. The sea breeze came in from the east and she stared out in the far distance as she walked, wrapping her coat closer around her. The horizon was visible, behind the large bridges that went all the way from where the eastern Fuchsia road met the southern Lavender road. They were built to connect some small islets and make a better place to travel on, than the rather ruggy and rough wildside where Ariadne now had chosen to travel. With one last longing glance, she went in among the trees and left the sea behind her.
The forest was quiet; the sea breeze didn't reach her here. The eastern sea had fascinated her since she first saw it after she had left Celadon, some years ago. The southern horizon were more interesting to many people, since you knew Hoenn, the Sevii Islands and many other well known lands were there somewhere. But the eastern horizon was where the sun rose every morning. Somewhere far away there, but a bit further north, Sinnoh was. Or so Ariadne had learned from the TV.
She guessed the forest was the home for many other +Pokémas. After all, they weren't welcome in the cities. She only managed to get around there because she was pretty skilled after all at hiding her hands. And to pickpocket things with them, or course. She didn't like the forests anymore... they gave her a creeping feeling in her spine. They... reminded her of that day. When she had ran from her brother. She shrugged. No, she wouldn't think about that now. She was going somewhere.
The rallying in Lavender had piqued her interest from the moment she had heard of it. It was some men in a dark alley in Fuchsia that had talked about it. Neither of them had noticed Ariadne, who had been sitting in the shadowy gutter, eating some rather fine food she had been stealing earlier that day. But after a while, they changed the subject. Ariadne hadn't heard as much as she wanted to. She had gotten to her feet, and the men had been angry with her for listening in to their chat. She had only put on a grin, her teeth shining in the faint moonlight, and called forth the Pokéma in her hands. Her big claws had pretty quickly convinced the men that they better tell her more. They weren't +Pokémas themselves, but they had heard some others talking about the gathering in Lavender, rallied by some man called Janin. One of them were bold enough to say that they would tell the police about it. He went home with a nice, bleeding, flesh wound on his forearm that night. And Ariadne left Fuchsia with a smile on her lips. Finally, somebody who wanted to do something about all this.
She sighed as she remembered that night in Fuchsia many days ago. It had taken her some time to travel east and then north from the city. There had been people everywhere, seemingly. Some had realized she was a +Pokéma, and chased her in the wrong direction until she managed to hide in the old Safari Zone. Stupid people. She hated them. All of them.
She accidentally ripped a small branch off a tree. The Pokéma in one of her hands had activated without her noticing. Was she really becoming that numb? Slightly surprised, she halted and looked up at the tree. It swayed noiselessly. It hadn't done her any harm. It reminded her... of a tree that grew outside her window in the house outside of Celadon... She wrinkled her eyebrows. "Sorry," she said, and dropped the ripped branch at the roots of the tree, before continuing to walk through the green world, without looking back.
no Team Rocket.
The weather was a bit dim, with silvery yellow clouds covering the sky and the sun barely shining through, giving the sea a blank but muddily dark look. The sea breeze came in from the east and she stared out in the far distance as she walked, wrapping her coat closer around her. The horizon was visible, behind the large bridges that went all the way from where the eastern Fuchsia road met the southern Lavender road. They were built to connect some small islets and make a better place to travel on, than the rather ruggy and rough wildside where Ariadne now had chosen to travel. With one last longing glance, she went in among the trees and left the sea behind her.
The forest was quiet; the sea breeze didn't reach her here. The eastern sea had fascinated her since she first saw it after she had left Celadon, some years ago. The southern horizon were more interesting to many people, since you knew Hoenn, the Sevii Islands and many other well known lands were there somewhere. But the eastern horizon was where the sun rose every morning. Somewhere far away there, but a bit further north, Sinnoh was. Or so Ariadne had learned from the TV.
She guessed the forest was the home for many other +Pokémas. After all, they weren't welcome in the cities. She only managed to get around there because she was pretty skilled after all at hiding her hands. And to pickpocket things with them, or course. She didn't like the forests anymore... they gave her a creeping feeling in her spine. They... reminded her of that day. When she had ran from her brother. She shrugged. No, she wouldn't think about that now. She was going somewhere.
The rallying in Lavender had piqued her interest from the moment she had heard of it. It was some men in a dark alley in Fuchsia that had talked about it. Neither of them had noticed Ariadne, who had been sitting in the shadowy gutter, eating some rather fine food she had been stealing earlier that day. But after a while, they changed the subject. Ariadne hadn't heard as much as she wanted to. She had gotten to her feet, and the men had been angry with her for listening in to their chat. She had only put on a grin, her teeth shining in the faint moonlight, and called forth the Pokéma in her hands. Her big claws had pretty quickly convinced the men that they better tell her more. They weren't +Pokémas themselves, but they had heard some others talking about the gathering in Lavender, rallied by some man called Janin. One of them were bold enough to say that they would tell the police about it. He went home with a nice, bleeding, flesh wound on his forearm that night. And Ariadne left Fuchsia with a smile on her lips. Finally, somebody who wanted to do something about all this.
She sighed as she remembered that night in Fuchsia many days ago. It had taken her some time to travel east and then north from the city. There had been people everywhere, seemingly. Some had realized she was a +Pokéma, and chased her in the wrong direction until she managed to hide in the old Safari Zone. Stupid people. She hated them. All of them.
She accidentally ripped a small branch off a tree. The Pokéma in one of her hands had activated without her noticing. Was she really becoming that numb? Slightly surprised, she halted and looked up at the tree. It swayed noiselessly. It hadn't done her any harm. It reminded her... of a tree that grew outside her window in the house outside of Celadon... She wrinkled her eyebrows. "Sorry," she said, and dropped the ripped branch at the roots of the tree, before continuing to walk through the green world, without looking back.
no Team Rocket.
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