Emotion and Power: The Last Hope of Monplan [PG-13]

"We were a peaceful people. The planet of Monplan was as close to Utopia as any civilization could hope to achieve. All Monplanians lived in harmony with very little problems, until the discovery of other worlds was made.

It all started when one of the Clefable scientists brought us reports that one of our probing satellites had found life on another planet. We as the High Council of Monplan were initially very excited at this discovery, but that changed as we tried to decide the proper course of action to take. You see, the knowledge you are not alone in the universe can change people. It changed some of the High Council. Metagross, one of the most powerful Monplanians and one of the most respected members of the council saw other peoples as a potential threat. I, on the other hand, pleaded the case of peace. We argued, and the council split into two factions. The schism created many horrible problems in our Utopian culture.

One faithful day, the fighting reached a boiling point in the chambers of the High Council, and Metagross attacked. A battle ensued, and we ended ourselves in a draw. Metagross decided to leave that day, taking others of the council and his followers with him. He and his followers left on ships to inhabit the planet our probing satellite had discovered. We of course sent ships of our own to stop him, but they overpowered us, and took over the poor unsuspecting planet. It was genocide. None of the poor creatures survived Metagross' armies. They made this planet, dubbed New Monplan, their home base.

The war between Old Monplan and New Monplan raged for years with no clear winner, until the scientists of New Monplan discovered more planets that held life, and Metagross began to set his sights on new "threats" to eliminate. We were stronger now than we were, but we still could only stall the New Monplan armies on each world. The battles raged for many more years, until the New Monplanians once again overpowered us through sheer numbers. Metagross and his followers were breeding warriors, where as we relied on Monplanians who chose to fight. We simply could not win. Once again, the war became between Old and New Monplan, and neither side could truly win. That was when our scientists came back with reports for several new inhabited planets. We saw as we fought with the people of the worlds we were trying to save that nothing was more powerful than the spirit of those fighting for something and the people they loved. That was when we developed a plan.

Secretly, I alone visited each planet, trying to warn the inhabitants of the dangers of New Monplan and the chance that they would invade their home worlds. Some of the planets scoffed at me for doubting their power, others cowered in fear and began preparations without even thinking of fighting back. Your planet was no exception. They scoffed at me and told me that they were prepared to face whatever the New Monplanians could throw at them. Only one man listened to me. Satoshi Tajiri heard my pleas and decided to help me. He told me that if I could somehow find a way to give humans the abilities of Monplanians, then he could train warriors to use it. That is when he developed the game known as "Pokemon."

Each of you were chosen because you each express certain traits that will be needed to save your world from the New Monplanian Army. This tournament was set up for us to find the best warriors for your world. You have the most knowledge and ability to perform this task. I am offering each of you the power to transform yourselves into half-human, half-Monplanian. I believe in your world the term has become "pokejinka." You will not be fighting alone. We Old Monplanians will also be fighting by your side, but you are our secret weapons. We are hoping that your unique blend of emotion and power will be enough to overcome Metagross and his army. Your world is counting on you. All you have to do is touch this cube…"


Welcome! This RP is a joint effort between myself and Killet513. We hope that you enjoy this brainchild of ours, but before you sign up, there are the ever important rules to discuss!

1. Follow all PC rules.
2. No God-mods, bunnying, mary-sue, gary-stu, etc. You know the drill.
3. Both Killet and I have the ability to dictate what happens in this world. We reserve the power to kick out anyone at anytime, but we will not do this without good reason. We also reserve the right to manipulate things to make the storyline move along. We will not abuse this power, but sometimes things just have to happen to move things along. Think of it as a Dues ex Machina.
4. Have fun!

There are only four available slots. Each of our characters will fill a specific role and the pokemon you choose will help you fulfill that role. Here is a list of the roles, and which are left open.

Physical Attacker- Renka Vales (Neiko Star)
Physical Wall- Ian Yule (STARMAN15)
Special Attacker- Aristo Ortega (Killet513)
Special Wall- Oliver Umbridge (Spikey-Eared Pichu)
Status- Justin E. Turner (Garet)
Support- Alvaro Witry (The Noob Hacker)

Also, there is a ban list on pokemon you cannot use. We chose these for several reasons, one of them being that some of these pokemon are going to be high ranking officers in the Old and New Monplan armies.

Ban List:

Venusaur
Blastoise
Charizard
Alakazam
Machamp
Hitmonlee
Hitmonchan
Mr. Mime
Jynx
Aerodactyl
Snorlax
Dragonite
Meganium
Typhlosion
Feraligatr
Slowking
Scizor
Steelix
Tyranitar
Sceptile
Blazikin
Swampert
Gardevoir
Hayiama
Aggron
Medicham
Salamence
Metagross
Torterra
Infernape
Empoleon
Garchomp
Lucario
Gallade
Dusknoir
Serperior
Emboar
Samurott
Excadrill
Conkuldurr
Sawk
Throh
Zoraok
Gothitelle
Reuniclus
Gigigear
Haxorus
Hydreigon
Volcarona
And all Legendaries

And finally, here is the sign-up form. Please follow all of the instructions, and we will not be accepting reservations, but keep checking back in case we do not accept a sign-up. Since there are only four slots open, each person will only get one chance to sign up. If you are denied, then you cannot join. We're sorry, but that is the only way to make it fair. Thank you for understanding and bearing with us! We just want to make sure this RP is the absolute best it can be.

Name:
Age: (Between 15-19)
Pokemon: (Must be Shiny Form and final evolution)
Appearance: (At least 2 full paragraphs)
Pokejinka Appearance: (Must be Shiny Form)
Personality: (At least 3 full paragraphs)
Specialty: (Choose from above. Only 1 of each)
Moves: (Up to 10, 3 that pertain to your specialty)
History: (At least 3 full paragraphs)


Here is my sign up:

Name: Ian Yule

Age: 18

Pokemon: Cloyster

Appearance: Ian stands at about 5'5", which is short for a boy of his age. He's very slight in his build, but also very strong. Some would say he was "lanky" but in truth his muscles were very toned, although they were toned for control instead of strength.

Ian's blonde hair was cut close to his head and remained perfectly groomed even though Ian rarely touched it with a brush. The tips of his hair seem to be brushed with frost. Outside observers have trouble deciding whether or not it's just a trick of the light, or if that really is the color of his hair. His skin stretched smoothly across his frame, creamy and soft like milk. A doll could not have as perfect of a face as Ian was blessed with. Not a single blemish touched his small nose, and his perfect pink lips parted to show perfect white teeth on the rare occasion he smiled. His eyes reflected the melancholy of his attitude, a deep blue, like a sea sent into turmoil by a storm. His eyes called for the love he sought, but glistened with the many tears and fears he held.

Ian dons a pair of almost white blue jeans that are almost too tight for him but flair out around his ankles falling gently on his pure white sneakers with baby blue laces. A baby blue turtle neck finishes the base of his travel ensemble, but in the center of his chest dangles a carefully cut crystal hanging on a plain silver chain. On his right ring finger he wears a silver band with a single diamond imbedded in the center with his name engraved underneath. On his back he carries a white saddlebag with the single strap over his right shoulder.

Pokejinka Appearance: When Ian transforms, his body becomes encased in a light blue armor made of the same natural materials as Cloyster's shell. On his chest, the armor opens around a large black pearl that resides in the center of his chest. A large spiked horn protrudes from the helmet that covers his head. All over the armor are protrusions like a Cloyster's shell, with the two largest coming from each of Ian's shoulder plates. In the center of his back the shell comes together, creating the "hair clip" type effect of the species. The only skin you can see of Ian's is his face, hands, soles of his shoes, and a little of the skin on his chest around the black pearl.

Personality: Ian has a rather cold personality, so it wasn't that odd that he became an Ice-type pokejinka. He seems to always be depressed and brooding even though nothing seems to be going bad for him. He rarely talks around people, and it's normally odd for him to be near people at all. He prefers to be alone, but in all honesty, he craves friendship. He tends to blend into the background in everything he does. The main reason he doesn't have friends is simply the fact that he is too afraid to try. He's very willing to be a friend, but he will never make the first move. Just like Cloyster hide their face in their shells, Ian hides his heart and feelings behind an air of apathy. He is gay, but really the only reason that no one knows is because no one has asked.

Under all the depression, Ian hides a caring and burdened heart. He loves people, but out of fear of being hurt runs from their friendship. The only one to see his care and love is Chloe, his little sister. She wants Ian to be more open with people, but so far he has ignored and avoided her pleas for his secret desires.

Ian does have interests though. Although he is reserved, he loves performing and really has an interest in theatre and music. He is also extremely well read. Since he has no real relationships, he escapes as often as he can into books. His favorite books are young adult fantasy books, but he also reads the classics, sci-fi, teen fiction, and some non-fiction. His current favorite book is Another Faust, mainly because he identifies so much with the character Bice.

Specialty: Physical Wall

Moves: Iron Defense; Barrier; Aqua Ring; Spike Cannon; Icicle Spear; Rock Blast; Razor Shell; Shell Smash; Twineedle; Rapid Spin

History: Ian Greer Yule was born to Sine McKenna Yule and Frederick Yule two years after the young couple were wed. Ian was named after Sine's Scottish heritage, his name meaning the same as hers. Four years later, they gave birth to a second child, Chloe Faunia Yule. The family lived a normal life for any upper-middle class family in a big city. Ian was a quiet child with not many friends. His parents were initially worried for him, but they only showered him with love and tried to ease him into relationships with other children his age.

The only person Ian really got along with in his younger years was his sister, Chloe. His parents adored the way that he cared for her when she was a baby, and when she got older, Ian was the perfect playmate. They knew their son was different, but it was definitely in a good way. Ian and Chloe grew to be very different. Once Chloe started school, she blossomed into a social butterfly. Where Ian was quiet and shy, she was exuberant and outgoing. Ian started to feel left behind by his sister, but she never left him. Although she was younger, she sensed that he needed her, and she always made time for her older brother. She tried to get him to come out of his shell by exposing him to things that boys his age normally liked, one of which was pokemon, which he took to like a fish to water.

One summer day when Ian was 13 and Chloe was 9, Sine and Frederick took them to a park for a wonderful picnic. The family often did things together in the summer on the weekends, just to bond and enjoy each others company. Many times, Sine's younger sister Finley and her husband Jules accompanied the family, but were unable to make it due to Jules' job commitments. While there, a convenience store was robbed and the thief made his escape by running through the park the family was visiting. Hearing the shouts of the policemen in pursuit, Frederick attempted to stop the man by tripping him, sending the thief sprawling to the ground. As he got up to run off, the man shot Frederick and after he realized the police were now going to catch him, shot Sine as well as she knelt over her husband. Chloe and Ian were at the playground when they heard the shots fire, and when they ran back to their parents, they found policemen surrounding their picnic site. Both Frederick and Sine were pronounced dead at the scene, and their Aunt Finley took the children home.

Finley and Jules raised their niece and nephew as if they were their own, but Ian retracted even farther into his shell after his parents' murder. As much as they tried, Finley and Jules could only get so much out of their nephew. He continued to do well in school, but socially he was sorely lacking, only interacting with other kids when absolutely necessary. The only person who he would interact with at all was Chloe. She handled the burden of her brother better than most little girls ever could. She was tested and found to be a genius academically speaking, and also showed signs of maturity that could only be considered impressive by their aunt and uncle. She continued to provoke Ian in to pseudo-social situations through things that she knew he enjoyed. They played Pokemon almost nonstop, developing strategies that seemingly never failed. In fact, Ian became the best around, quickly rising through the ranks at local tournaments until he became the second runner up at the regional tournament, sending him to nationals.

Name: Aristo Ortega

Age: 17

Pokémon: Porygon-Z

Appearance:Aristo is 6'00" even and weighs exactly 165 lbs. Let's start with his head and work our way down. He has dirty blonde that flips to the right and curls up around the sides and back. He has ice blue eyes that people rarely meet when anyone talks to him. He knows this and tells people that he stares into their souls. He has a scar that runs from his left eyebrow to his upper lip. He also wears a necklace with a metal chain and has the Kingdom Blade pendent from Kingdom Hearts. He has good muscle definition from his countless hours in the gym. He is in good condition after hours of running preparing for games. His legs are built to run for miles with big thighs and glutens.

He always wears a white sleeveless shirt that is covered by a royal blue American Eagle hoodie.The hoodie has an A on one side of the zipper, and an E on the other side in silver letters with stitching coming out of the edges of the letters. It is almost always unzipped, but on the off occasion, he zips it up. He wears a pair of faded, sand blasted, jeans with a couple of holes at the knees, from where he cut them to make them looks cool. He wears a pair of royal converses and has black seams. The bottoms and lower sides are white, and he tries to always keep his shoes spotless.

PokéjinkaAppearance: When Aristo undergoes his transformation, he gains a lot of traits that resemble Porygon-Z. His shirt becomes a royal blue long sleeved shirt with a thick white loop that crescents under his neck and goes straight across his back. He gains two white arm-like things that protrude from his shoulder and make a forty-five degree angle with his actual arms. He also gains a tail that looks almost like the protruding figures on his shoulders, but his tail never actually connects with his body. Aristo's eyes change, too. Before the transformation, he has ice blue eyes, but afterwards, he has gold eyes witha ring about two centimeters away from his pupils.

Personality: Aristo, out-going, laid back, mouthy, and calm can describe him. He's very laid back and keeps his cool in any situation. He hates to mouth off to people of authority, but loves to get into trouble. Aristo is very adventurous and often goes off and does something stupid and dangerous. His family usually sees the calm side of Aristo since he doesn't want to get into trouble all the time. He likes to crack jokes around people and likes to be in control but his attitude has got him trouble at school constantly, including fights with other students and detentions from teachers. Aristo doesn't really have a lot of friends but the ones he has love him for his outgoing never give up attitude.

Aristo is very stubborn and doesn't know when to give up. He loves to go into situations that look like he won't be able to pull through and the odds are put against him. He likes to go outside and just enjoy nature, but he only does that at home because he don't want people to see him look "girly". He loves to listen to music and read books. He is quite intelligent but most people don't see that side of him. He can solve puzzles easily and get out of any situation fast. Besides his vast intelligence Aristo can be seen jogging and working out every morning, he feels a person should keep their body fit as well as their mind.

Around strangers Aristo might not even say a word; he becomes a statue. However, he is not shy, but likes to analyze the people he is around first. Aristo isn't really good at expressing how he feels and will do anything to change the subject. He's actually a really nice guy and will help anyone in need, he hates anyone who is evil and mistreats others.

Specialty: Special Attacker

Moves: Conversion,Nasty Plot, Signal Beam, Tri Attack, Thunderbolt, Psyshock, Ice Beam, Dark Pulse, Solarbeam, and Shadow Ball.

History: Aristo was born to an average family in an average community. Everything in Aristo's life was just average. Nothing extraordinary ever happened where he lived, until He came along. When Aristo was about five, His parents told him that he was going to have a little brother. Aristo liked being the only child, and was always dependent with his parents. Of course, now he had to put up with a little brother!? Aristo just wasn't ready for the responsibility of taking care of his little brother. 'It was going to be fine' was all his parents ever told him when he wanted to bring up the matter that he was going to have a little brother.

When Aristo's little brother came along, he was prepared for the change that was going to be made in his life. His parents had already built in a room for his little brother, and he was going to get to help name the baby. Aristo wanted to name his little brother demon, but his parents wouldn't let him thank goodness. He then decided on the average name of Sam. He parents liked the name, and so Aristo's little brother was named Sam. When Sam was born, Aristo looked at his brother and saw in the baby what he needed to be. He decided that he would become a leader to his little brother, and help him with any trials that Sam might face.

After five years of an average life with Sam and Aristo's parents, a game came out called Pokémon. Aristo wanted it because most of the kids in his class had it and he wanted what they had. After he got Pokémon Red Version, it took ten year old Aristo about two weeks to beat the game and catch every available pokémon on his game. He still didn't complete the pokédex, but if he had someone he knew with the blue version, Aristo had the link cable and was begging anyone to trade with him. Of course most of the kids hadn't even completed the game yet,so he had to wait.

While he waited, he showed his five year old brother how to play, and taught him, with lots of painstaking attempts, strategies so that Sam could possibly beat some of the kids in Aristo's class. He went through the game making teams that he thought would be good together. He actually made about six teams. Finally someone with the blue version had beaten the game and was willing to battle Aristo with her team. Aristo easily beat her, and then asked for her game so he could complete his pokédex. She was already crying from the brutal battle between Aristo and her, so she gave him the game. After about five days, he had completed almost all his pokédex, but there was one pokémon missing, Mew. He searched the internet on how to get one, and he was told that he would have to go to a thing called a Nintendo event. He begged his parents and finally was able to go and get the coveted Mew. Once he arrived, he saw how amazing it was and how it reached out to him.

On Aristo's sixteenth birthday, Aristo had made so many accomplishments in his life that it seemed as if he was the model kid. He was the captain of the football team, and the president of his grade. He says that Sam gets all the credit and that if he wouldn't have been born, then he would have never tried to be the role model he is today. Sam and Aristo played their favorite game together, pokémon, and had gotten really good at it. After a year of the average life, he decided to do something different; he decided to sign up for a pokémon battle tournament. He made it all the way to regionals, and then got second place. He was headed to the nationals.

Name: Renka Vales

Age: 18

Pokemon: Skarmory

Appearance:

Renka is taller than the average girl, but she isn't a giant either. Her hair is a vivid red color and falls straight to her waist. Her bangs are quite long and often fall into her eyes, but it doesn't bother her much. For PE class and such, she ties her hair into two long pigtails with green ribbons. Her face is rather angular, and with a sharp chin, narrow eyes and fine features. In fact, everything about her is sharp; her eyes are an icy pale green that contrast with her crimson hair. Her fingers are long and thin, and she is quite slim-perhaps tooslim. Her skin is rather pale.

Renka wears a simple and confortable hooded red vest over a plain white tube top, though the vest is always zipped (except in summer), so it is rarely seen. There is a line of white around the sleeves, the zipper and the collar. Normally, she wears a pair of roughed up jeans with two over-decorated belts (which serve no real purporse, especially seeing as how one of them runs diagonally across the other) from which dangles a miniature dream catcher. In summer though, she wears a short plaid skirt, even though she dislikes skirts. Renka is really sensible to heat and stays indoors or in the shade all summer, which is why she is pale. She refuses to wear stockings or knee-high socks, though. Renka chooses a random pair of sneakers to wear all year long, even in summer. They're different every year. Oddly enough, none of her clothes have brand marks on them.

Pokejinka Appearance:

Whenever Renka transforms, she a metal helmet resembling the top head of a Skarmory's head, from which juts out a large spike. In this form, her hair shortens and becomes sharper and spikier. Her eyes become golden and even narrower and her pupils become slit-like. A thick metal collar protects her neck, darker in color than her 'helemt'. A robe that looks and feels more like steel armor extends from the collar. The sleeves are long and wide and stretch past her hands, covered in three layers of sharp, feather-like blades. The top 'feather' is the same strange silver color as the rest of her 'robe', but the other two are emerald green. Steel knee-plates appear as well, and her sneakers become some kind of metal spiked boots. A strangely-shaped blade resembling an elongated tadpole with a circular hole is strapped to her back. Her teeth seem to sharpen as well.

Personality:

Renka has a rather unapproachable personality. She's quite cold, and she is civil at best, even with her family. She has a sharp tongue and is harsh and unforgiving. She is blunt and will state her opinion straight out. Basically, she's the type of person who does whatever she wants, without caring about what others may think or do. She does, however, pay due respect to those she feels are her superiors (such as her teachers), though she is never 'warm' with anybody.

Renka has always been a bit of a loner, though she has never tried to push anybody trying to befriend away. Because of her demeanor that is considered somewhat 'cool' to others and her trademark sharp gaze, she is quite popular. Her classmates find that her 'unapproachable-ness' is her 'charm' what makes her intriguing, something she doesn't understand. But she doesn't mind friends, she just prefers to do things her own way, by herself, most of the time.

Renka is a bit snarky and is rather quiet, but her anger is best described as 'silent fury'. When she is mad about somebody, she is completely silent and rigid and simply glares at the person from across the room. For that reason, her Pokejinka form could perhaps be called her 'wild' side, because she becomes a lot more hot-blooded and...just a bit crazy. Maybe it's all the stress and frustration she keeps in herself (because she can never take it out on anything).

Specialty: Physical Attacker

Moves:

- Steel Wing
- Metal Sound
- Agility
- Slash
- Night Slash
- Spikes
- Swift
- Aerial Ace
- Swords Dance
- Roost

History:

Renka grew up in a normal family. Her parents were sometimes a bit disconcerted with their daughter's attitude (she was very rebellious, especially during her early teenage years), but eventually got used to it and weren't bothered by it much. Her only sibling was her younger brother, who she suspected was vaguely autistic, and who was probably the only person Renka could 'get along with'. He was certainly the only child whose presence she could stand (the sound of crying annoyed her a lot). Sometimes, she would just sit in a corner of the room, reading a book or whatnot, while her brother played with his toys. Her brother didn't cry often and was more quiet than other children. He was very attached to Renka, but he never hugged her, instead being content with her being in the same room as him. He taught her patience, one thing she was severely lacking.

At school, people seemed to admire her for being the 'cool' type of person, though Renka found that she didn't fit the stereotype of 'calm and collected badass girl' that the guys came up for her at all. People buzzed around her, but at the same time never really got close to her, because she just seemed so aloof and distant. Renka didn't mind, though, and was kind of glad they respected her personal space. However, she realized that they seemed to think that she was nicer than she actually was. They believed that there was a nice, warm interior underneath the hard exterior, when in reality there wasn't. She was who she was, and never bothered to hide it. They wouldn't have understood, though, and she never told them.

Her brother was the one who introduced her to Pokemon. He was eight or nine at the time, and wanted to show her 'his new favorite game'. It was the endless possibility aspect of the game that interested her, though her brother seemed to like it because of the strategy. The strategy was nice, but what intrigued Renka was the vast amount of different Pokemon you could choose to train, each with different natures and hidden stats (apparently; that's what her brother had told her. She had no idea where he learned these kind of things), not to mention a wide variety of movepools to choose from. She liked to experiment with different Pokemon, and soon realized that some of them were created for very specific purposes.

At first, she only played against her brother (who beat her nearly all the time). She slowly familiarised herself with the way each individual Pokemon was supposed to or could be used. Competitive battling interested her brother very much, but for her it was a rather murky area. Nevertheless, it piqued her interest and she occasionally tried EV training or breeding. One day, a classmate of hers asked around the class for people who played Pokemon. There was a surprising amount. Renka then realized that Pokemon was a more mainstream thing than she thought. She had always felt that her world and their world had been seperate, and her classmates had always felt more like NPCs than normal people to her, but now she discovered that they were the same, that the life she was living was somehow connected to the lives they were living, and that they experienced things like her, too. It had been an extremely bizarre realization. But, Renka being Renka, it didn't actually affect her way of thinking or acting.

Years later, her brother told her about a tournament. It had sounded interesting, but Renka wasn't too fond of places full of people, especially in summer. But her brother had decided to go with their parents on their trip overseas (Renka had refused for university reasons-and the fact that the place they were going to was a tropical island), so he wanted her to participate in his place. Renka finally agreed. Her earlier opponents hadn't been too challenging, but as she progressed through the rounds, they became tougher and tougher. She nearly lost several times and only by some stroke of luck did she manage to make it to the finals. She didn't forget the fact that her brother had given her his good luck charm.

Congratulations Neiko, you are Accepted!

Only 3 spots left! =)

Name: Alvaro Witry
Age: 17
Pokemon: Tentacruel
Appearance:

Alvaro is 5' 11", and although not exactly muscular, he is sturdy and solid. His hair is a deep brown and and is in a buzz cut, his eyes a very dull green. His face overall is rather square and, like the rest of his skin, is fairly tan. Asides from a small, cresent shaped scar on the upper left portion of his forehead, is seamless. The rest of his body is all around broad and, once again, not muscular, yet not flabby either. However the one feature everyone catches first, is his missing left arm, which is stumped at the shoulder.

Alvaro normally wears a plain forest green tee shirt, which is darker around the collar and edge of the sleeves. His pants are black, and a tad worn. The only shoes he ever seems to wear are a pair of black sneakers. On his right index finger, he wears a plain silver ring, a ring that previously belonged to his father.

Pokejinka Appearance: Once transformed, Alvaro's shoulders become topped with green gems, the same that would appear on a Tentacruel. His right arm becomes lined with smaller versions of the same gems, totaling three on the arm. Also, several tentacles sprout from his back, three on each side. His left arm is still missing, but the tentacles on his back are long enough to reach out in front of him and be as long as his right arm.

Personality: Alvaro, though not particularly outgoing, is also not by any means reservered. He often tries to engage people in occasional small talk, if not just for the sake of politeness. This is especially true when he is first meeting somebody. And though Alvaro would gladly listen to anything anybody else has to say, he very rarely speaks about himself. He thinks that if he did speak of himself and of his problems, he would seem too self-centered and would only inconvienience others.

Speaking of being a burden onto others, that is the very last thing Alvaro would ever want to do. He is able to avoid being a burden because he is a very resilliant person. He would take most any form of beating, be it physical or not, and not say a word of it. Because of his want to burden nobody, Alvaro deeply hates it when people take pity on him, especially when this pity stems from his missing arm. Furthermore, Alvaro always tries to take care of himself so that others need not worry for him.

Though before taking care of himself comes secondary to taking care of others in Alvaro's eyes. Being one who has gone through pain himself many a time in his life, Alvaro wants to make sure that nobody else need feel anything remotely similar to what he had felt in the past. If it meant lessening, or avoiding completely, the pain of others, Alvaro would do anything within his power.

Speciality: Support

Moves: Rapid Spin, Toxic Spikes, Safegaurd, Protect, Scald, Sludge Wave, Haze, Ice Beam, Confuse Ray, Facade

History: Alvaro was son to Dominck Witry, who was a soldier in the military, and Carla Snatiez (Santiez, of course, being her maiden name) who became a stay at home wife. Although Alvaro loved his mother, and she in turn took great care of him, it was his father that Alvaro took after. The young Alvaro adopted many traits from his father: A resoect for authority, a deep rooted trust in anybody he considered a friend, and perserverance. Yet despite how, in his father's eyes at least, Alvaro was an ideal lad, his piers begged to differ. For whatever reason, Alvaro never knew why, he was constantly picked on and bullied. Perhaps one of the reasons why he got treated as such was because he was an easy target, for he never stood up to them, he just took it in silence. Where most children would've immediatly reported their treatment to an adult, however Alvaro did not. He felt that he would be only burdening others with what were his problems. Even at a young age, Alvaro thought that his battles were his to fight alone, which, of course, he never actually did.

Thus, that was how Alvaro grew up. Wanting to be like his father, but never having the gut to match up to his bravery. Instead, he chose to blend in more, and talk almost exclusively to his close knit friends, who ended up being on the lower spectrum of popularity. It was these friends, that first introduced him to the game of Pokemon. This was further ammunition for Alvaro's tormentors, yet, as always, Alvaro seemed to care not.

From that point forth, Alvaro's life continued in uniform, until he reached high school. His father had recently got a massive raise, and he and his wife had decided to move to a far more tropical area, as they have wanted for quite a time beforehand. So it was that Alvaro's previous life was left behind, and in far more ways than he had thought at the time.

It was a warm day. The sky was partially cloudy, yet the sun was shining bright. Alvaro and his father were driving to Alvaro's high school, the reason being that his father was to depart overseas later that day, this would be their last time together for a long time. Then, suddenly, it happened. A much larger vehicle slammed into the driver's side of the one Alvaro was in. He blacked out. When he awoke, he noticed he was in a hospital. Yet there was something more concerning. Something felt.. odd, his left side felt lighter. He had an overpowering feeling that something was not as it should be. Rolling his head to inspect the problem, he saw it. His left shoulder was covered in bandages, several cords coming out of the end, where an arm should've been.

It took Alvaro many weeks of thinking and therapy to get over what had happened to him. Yet, his arm seemed like a small problem as compared to that which he had learned only days after losing his arm. His father had died. Not even in the line of duty, not even in an honorable way, but in a freak accident. It was after he was considered "recovered" that Alvaro decided it was time to change. His father had been a great man, who helped, no, saved too many people to count. And all his life, Alvaro had only wished he could be like him. It was time for that to stop. He had to be what he wanted to be, and that was to be more like his father.

Never again was Alvaro bullied, nor were any of his friends.

Years later, Alvaro had heard of a Pokemon tournement. Pokemon, the one part of him that remained of what he had been before the accident. It sounded interesting enough. So, at his mother's consent, entered.

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Name: Oliver Umbridge

Age: 17

Pokemon: Umbreon

Gender: Male

Appearance: Oliver's skin is a deep caramel color and he stands at about 5"10. He has the build of a runner, which is only natural since his Pokemon genes gift him with above average agility. His hair is jet-black and long, which he ties back in a rather bushy ponytail.

Oliver enjoys wearing a black and gold beanie with a symbol of the crescent moon. His favorite attire is his grey "Pokemon Masters" shirt which has the PokeBall insignia on the chest in gold, his black, leather jacket, his black, denim, skinny jeans, and his black and white Converse.

In a nutshell, Oliver is a typical gothic child in terms of dress. He chooses to accessorize with spiked, leather chains, a silver chain around his neck, and a small amount of black eyeliner.

Pokejinka: Oliver has many apparent similarities to Umbreon when he transforms. The most obvious features being the large, oval-ish ears protruding from the mess of jet-black hair on Oliver's head. Each ear has a midnight blue ring which illuminates at night. Also, protruding from his backside is a long, black tail with a similar blue ring. Aside from these features, he also has a blue ring on his forehead which, unlike the rings on his ears and tail, changes color depending on his mood. His eyes, like Umbreon's, are an almost orange-gold with black irises.


Personality: Oliver is a rather quiet-child. He doesn't start conversation often, but he's more than happy to engage in it with whomever's interested. This quiet air about him makes Oliver seem distant, though this is almost never the case. He's open to share with others, but doesn't make the effort to express himself unless asked.

Oliver is very calm and collected in most situations and only becomes agitated when threatened. During the night, Oliver becomes a rather different person. He's much more alert to sound and movement and he seems to melt into the shadows.

Oliver is very studious and usually chooses to pass his time reading if he isn't out with friends or having his tongue down someone's throat. Thanks to reading often, Oliver is very smart. Coupled with his cleverness, he's a very tricky person to handle when it comes to mind games or strategy. Oliver isn't one to show of his knowledge since his doesn't enjoy being admired for his brains.

Being very open about his sexuality, Oliver is quite the permiscuss boy. He can often be seen working his charm over some guy, or already making out with him. Relationships are something he chooses to avoid since Oliver thinks they're messy and usually a waste of time. In many forms of the word, Oliver is a player, and he enjoys it.

Oliver is usually a very kind person. Bullying and putting others down isn't his style. However, if he finds any reason to dislike someone, he will let loose every sarcastic and cruel remark in his arsenal. But, usually Oliver is a very nice guy.

History: Oliver's parents were very loving to their son, being their only child. Oliver's mother, Elysa, was a novelist and part-time model. With her elegant body and high intellect, she was perfect for both jobs. Oliver's father, Howard, was the head of a large banking firm. His parents were very wealthy, so Oliver's childhood was among the most spoiled.

As a child, Oliver was given only the best. His family was wealthy and could afford anything he asked for. However, Oliver was never the kind of child to ask for every little thing just because he could have it. He'd only ask for books, and a laptop when he was old enough.

When he was about 6, Elysa decided that Oliver should begin his education. She'd spend about 5 hours a day teaching him everything from literature, to history, to mathematics, to chemistry for the next 9 years. Howard indulged in his son's physical and social developement. He'd take him to the gym and to the mall or the cinema if he asked to. Neither denied their son, and he fully appreciated everything his parents did for him.

When Oliver turned 15, he hit pubery. As a way of celebrating his birthday, his parents gave Oliver $500 to spend on clothes and whatever else he wanted. When he came home dressed rather gothic, his mother threw a fit, but she calmed down. Also, Oliver had bought himself a Nintendo DSi and a copy of Pokemon Black Version.

The next year, Oliver explored his sexuality and had many scandolous affairs with fellow boys that went to the private school in his town. His physical beauty, intellect, and sauve personality worked greatly in his favor. His parents didn't seem to mind that their only son was homosexual since the prospect of artificial-insemination was always an option for grandchildren.

The following year, Oliver heard about a Pokemon tournament, and, seeing as he'd caught every Pokemon in his Black Version as well as trained some of the best Pokemon for competitive play, he entered.


Moves: Snarl, Taunt, Torment, Double Team, Shadow Ball, Dark Pulse, Fake Tears, Protect, Attract, Charm

OOC: Alright guys, with the final addition of Spikey-Eared Pichu as Oliver (you are Accepted of course) We are ready to begin our journey! In this first post I've backtracked a bit so that we can introduce our characters fully! Here we go!!!



"Ian! Ian Yule!" The blonde boy turned as he heard his name being called by one of the officials of the National Pokemon Tournament. "I'm sorry to bother you, but you have been requested to attend a very special meeting proctored by Mr. Satoshi Tajiri himself! If you'd please follow me." Ian was shocked. How was he so lucky to be chosen to attend this meeting? One proctored by Mr. Tajiri himself no less! Ian followed the man wordlessly as they ventured deeper into the compound where only hours ago Ian had battled and placed 11th. The hallways all looked the same, dull gray and metallic with unmarked doors spaced evenly down both sides. Ian hoped that he could follow someone on the way out, because there was no way he could remember how to get out of the labyrinthine building.

The pair finally found themselves at the end of a hallway in front of two very large glass doors. The doors were very ornate, and the glass seemed to shimmer with an iridescent glow, almost like a bubble in the light. Ian tried but could not see into the room. "Here we are Mr. Yule. Please go right in and take the seat with your name. There should be others in there. You were the last we were able to find I'm afraid." Ian was jolted out of his attempts to see through the strange double doors and thanked the official as the man left him. It was odd, but Ian felt a strange sense of dread emanating from the doors he stood before. I'm sure it's just nerves. I am about to meet the creator of pokemon after all! Ian placed his hand on the oddly simple metal handle, took a deep breath, and pulled.

The door met with resistance and Ian turned six shades of red as he realized the door was to be pushed open. He sheepishly opened the door to reveal a cavernous room and six faces staring at him. The room was dome shaped, the ceiling covered with a projection of the night sky; A star map… Ian thought. Below, there were six bucket-like chairs in a circle in the center of the room. There were three on the right and three on the left, with a three-foot gap in between the hemispheres that created a sort of pathway. In the center of the circle was a middle-aged Asian man, who greeted Ian with a warm smile and waved towards the only open seat, the center left, between a gothic looking boy and a boy wearing red sunglasses. Ian vaguely remembered them from the tournament, but didn't face either of them, so their names escaped him. On the other side of the room sat three others, two boys and the only girl, all watching as he quickly took his seat.

"Boys… and girl," Mr. Tajiri started, winking at the red head sitting across from Ian, "you six have been chosen because you have shown great potential in this years national tournament. I know that most of you did not even make the top five, but each of you showed not only extreme knowledge, but also outside-the-box strategies and maneuvers that led you to being asked to this meeting today. I am about to introduce you to someone who has become one of my closest friends ever since he gave me the idea to create the world of pokemon. He will explain why you all have been asked here for this meeting. I would like to introduce you all to the leader of Old Monplan, Alakazam."

In a flash of purple light, a creature Ian had thought only as fantasy appeared before the group of teens. From the fox-like ears to the long mustache, the psychic type pokemon matched everything the teens had seen and played throughout the years. "Hello. As Satoshi said, I am Alakazam, leader of Old Monplan. I am here to tell you our history and explain the situation we find ourselves in now." Ian was paralyzed in shock. Not only was a video game creature real, but it was also talking to him, and apparently everyone else, through telepathy. He had to be dreaming! Alakazam regaled them with the history of his world and people, explaining how Metagross had split the Monplanians into Old and New and how they were now trying to take over other worlds, including Earth. All throughout the explanation, the star map changed and swirled, showing both Old and New Monplan, and footage from the invasions onto other worlds. Ian was in awe. He wanted to cry as he watched an entire town burned to the ground by armies of Magmar lead by a Volcarona, or when they witnessed a beautiful seaside metropolis leveled by a tsunami created by Sharpedo and Wailord lead by another New Monplanian general, Salamence. They watched as the Old Monplanian generals fell in battle, and to honor them Alakazam and Satoshi had made them the starter pokemon of the five generations. At the end of Alakazam's speech, Ian couldn't help himself as tears begin to streak his face. He'd never seen such carnage as was wrought by the New Monplanians.

"All you have to do is touch this cube…" Alakazam held out his three-fingered hand, and floating above it was a cube seemingly made of the same iridescent glass as the doors. Ian stared at it as the reality of the situation hit him. They want me to save the world? There must be some mistake… I am a nobody. They must have gotten the wrong person for this meeting.

You are wrong Ian.

Ian jolted as he realized Alakazam was reading his thoughts. Can the others hear me?

No, only the two of us can hear this conversation. Do not count yourself so short Ian. You have more potential than you could ever know. Your tears of compassion for beings you have never even met or imagined is testament enough that we chose correctly. Come. Touch the cube. Fight for those you love.

Ian felt so empowered. Never had anyone made him feel so needed, except Chloe. If nothing else, he had to do it for her. Ian stood up and made his way to the psychic pokemon. "I accept the challenge."

"Touch the cube Ian."

Ian conceded and was enveloped in a bright iridescent light. He felt his body begin to change and transform. When the light cleared, he found himself encased in bright blue armor with spikes scattered across it with a large black pearl in his chest.

"Ian, because of your deep need to protect those you love, you have been merged with one of the most defensive Monplanians known, Cloyster. With your combined power not even the strongest Monplanian will be able to break the wall of your will."

Ian nodded and headed back to his seat, amazed at the power he felt coursing through his body and the sheer head rush of his transformation. He watched as one by one the others made their decisions.



OOC: To make things easier, the rest of you can just arrive in the order/touch the cube in the order that you post. =)

"Aristo! Aristo!" Aristo heard his name shouted from behind him. He instinctively turned to face the person who had called to him. Panting, the man caught up to the boy who was leaving the stadium. "I have been sent to retrieve you and bring you back for a special meeting with Mr. Satoshi Tajiri. If you don't know who that is, he was the creator of Pokémon." Aristo just stared at the man, with big eyes. He was so shocked; he was at a loss of words. He quickly snapped back to reality and answered with a head nod. Aristo followed the man down a seemingly endless hall that he had just traveled through to get to the stadium. He was both disappointed and ecstatic that he had come in 5th place. He felt like he could have done better, but the person that beat him went on to be in the top three. He replayed the last turn in his head so many times, it seemed as though it would die of exhaustion. His Reuniclus was up against his opponents Tyranitar. He had used the move Trick Room, but it wore off right after he KOed his fifth pokémon. It was up to Reuniclus, or Crick, to defeat the mighty Tyranitar. He survived Tyranitar's move, but Crick's Focus Blast missed. It was over then. Aristo kept telling himself that he should have used Tick Room instead, but it was ancient history, and Aristo knew there was nothing he could do about it.

Before he knew it, he was face to face with a pair of oddly colored doors. Aristo stared in awe as he entered the room. There were six empty chairs, and Mr. Satoshi stood in the middle awaiting his guests. Mr. Satoshi held his hand out toward one of the empty chairs, but this one had his name on it. Aristo wondered what the people would be like, because all he saw was names on chairs. He waited with Mr. Satoshi in an awkward silence until one by one the other five showed up. When the others filed in, he looked at the characters, and how different each of them looked. Aristo tried not to stare at the guy who sat beside him, but his eyes kept wondering over to the stubbed shoulder. He felt a pang of sympathy, and guilt. He felt bad for the guy, but also proud that he had made it this far with that injury.

Once the last person, a male with a turtleneck and really tight jeans, entered, the meeting began. Mr. Satoshi started to talk with an intriguing voice that seemed to catch Aristo off guard.

"Boys, and Girl," he looked over to the red head girl. It was the first time that he had noticed that she was the only girl in the room. He scolded himself for not paying enough attention, and turned his attention back to Mr. Satoshi. He went on about how the six of them were chosen, but then he started talking about his friend. Aristo wanted to meet this friend, because Mr. Satoshi said that he was the leader of Old Monplan. Aristo also caught that his name was Alakazam.

In a purple haze, a creature that Aristo had only seen pixilated stood before them. Aristo almost fainted from the awesomeness. He began speaking in a calm, hopeful voice that seemed to echo around the room, but he soon realized that he was actually talking to them in telepathically.

"Hello, as Mr. Satoshi said, I am the leader of Old Monplan. I am here to tell you myself, about our history, and how we came to be Old Monplan. You see, Metagross and his followers wanted power, and the only way they found it was by taking control of other planets. His next plan is to take over yours by any means necessary." As Alakazam told the stories of how armies of Magmar burned cities to the ground by the command of a General that goes by the name Volcarona, a starry map looking thing played it out like a movie that has amazing commentary. He simply watched as innocent civilians died. Aristo felt hopeless and completely horrified watching the scenes rolled by. Now he knew why Alakazam's voice had a glimmer of hope. He needed us for something, but Aristo didn't know what, or if he was ready yet.

"All you have to do is touch the cube…" Alakazam held out his hand, and hovering over it was a cube about the size of a softball and made out of something Aristo had seen but couldn't put his finger on. Well, I will have something better to do than football, but what will happen if I do touch the cube. My life will change forever. Am I going to risk it and use Focus Blast, or am I going to play it safe and use Trick Room? Out of nowhere he heard someone's voice. He looked up to see the boy who came in last reach down and touch the cube. He was incased with blue armor that seemed to have spikes and a black sphere of somesort in the middle.

"Ian, because of your deep need to protect those you love, you have been merged with one of the most defensive Monplanians known, Cloyster. With your combined power not even the strongest Monplanian will be able to break the wall of your will." The boy sat down, and looked calm. Aristo had decided that sometimes people must have to take risks. "I, too, accept the challenge."

"Aristo, please come and touch the cube."

Aristo reached a shaky hand towards the mysterious cube, and when he touched it, in an instant he transformed. Aristo studied his transformation, but didn't notice a major change. His shirt had changed, that was all. He waited, disappointed that he just got a wardrobe change. Ian got freaking armor for crying out loud and Aristo got a shirt.

"Aristo, because of you ability to adapt to any situation, you have been merged with one of Old Monplan's best special attackers, Porygon-Z. With your combined power you will be able to adapt to anything you want to."

He sat down and quickly jumped back up. He looked down to see a tail like thing floating next to his butt. He also saw the two poles like his tail jutting out from his shoulders. He tried to stay calm, but he was failing miserably. Alakazam looked over at him, apparently amused. Aristo gave a quick apology and took a seat, this time positioning his tail before he sat down.

Oliver casually left the men's room and smoothed out his shirt. The boy who he met just minutes ago was inside, just coming down from his post-sex high. Well, at least I know I'll be having some more fun once this whole tournament business is over. He chuckled. As Oliver was making his way back to the lobby to prepare for his match, black DSi in his back pocket, he noticed an official running down the hall in his direction.

"Oliver! Oliver Umbridge!" The man called.

Is it my turn to trounce someone already? Oliver thought. The man reached him, sweating and out of breath, and said, between gasps for oxygen, "I have been sent to retrieve you and bring you back for a special meeting with Mr. Satoshi Tajiri. He's the-"

Oliver waved a hand, "I know, the creator of Pokemon, blah, blah, blah." He gave the proctor a once-over, Eh, needs to hit the gym, "So am I suppose to follow you, or...?"

"Uh, right, um, right this way, please," the proctor babbled. Oliver followed the official down some rather bleak corridors while using his cellphone to check up on his Facebook. Now, a normal teenager would probably be speechless or starstruck to be meeting someone like Satoshi, but for Oliver, this was just a formality. He'd met plenty of celebrities and higher-ups in his short life so this was no different.

Eventually, they reached a pair of double doors and Oliver walked in. Replacing his phone in his right-hand jeans pocket, he looked around: It was a plain room with a map of the stars on the ceiling and six bucket chairs in a circle with an Asian man that Oliver could only surmise was Satoshi standing in the middle. He looked around and noted the others already in the room: Blondie with a scar, kid without an arm, redhead chick, and kid with sunglasses...hmmm, Oliver shrugged and plopped down beside sunglasses-kid. Satoshi nodded and smiled at Oliver, which he returned with fake modesty.

"Boys… and girl," Mr. Tajiri started, "you six have been chosen because you have shown great potential in this years national tournament. I know that most of you did not even make the top five, but each of you showed not only extreme knowledge, but also outside-the-box strategies and maneuvers that led you to being asked to this meeting today. I am about to introduce you to someone who has become one of my closest friends ever since he gave me the idea to create the world of Pokemon. He will explain why you all have been asked here for this meeting. I would like to introduce you all to the leader of Old Monplan, Alakazam."

In a flash of purple light, a creature Oliver has only thought existed in his handheld appeared. From the fox-like ears to the long mustache, the psychic type pokemon matched everything the teens had seen and played throughout the years. "Hello. As Satoshi said, I am Alakazam, leader of Old Monplan. I am here to tell you our history and explain the situation we find ourselves in now." Oliver was mildly intrigued. He was more interested in the prospect of potentially hooking up with one of the boys here. However, he did note that the Pokemon was using telepathy to speak. Alakazam regaled them with the history of his world and people, explaining how Metagross had split the Monplanians into Old and New and how they were now trying to take over other worlds, including Earth. All throughout the explanation, the star map changed and swirled, showing both Old and New Monplan, and footage from the invasions onto other worlds. Oliver watched with a lack of visible emotion. He watched an entire town burned to the ground by armies of Magmar lead by a Volcarona, and witnessed a beautiful seaside metropolis leveled by a tsunami created by Sharpedo and Wailord lead by another New Monplanian general, Salamence. They watched as the Old Monplanian generals fell in battle, and to honor them Alakazam and Satoshi had made them the starter pokemon of the five generations. At the end of Alakazam's speech, Oliver simply sat in his seat and waited for Alakazam to wrap things up.

"All you have to do is touch this cube…" Alakazam held out his three-fingered hand, and floating above it was a cube. Oliver eyed it with small interest as he pondered his options. On one hand, I can quite possibly have the most exciting journey in history, or, I could just leave and meet up with the cute blonde from the restrooms.

Oliver.

The boy jumped, startled, Are you...reading my thoughts?

The Alakazam showed no sign of hearing him, but said, to his mind, Yes. You possess a great mind, Oliver. And, I know that you also possess a big heart. You may seem uninterested, but I know you're not as selfish as you may act.

Oliver gulped, So...if I say yes...?

Alakazam gestured to the cube. Oliver sighed and touched it. When he did, he immediately knew something was off. His vision had shifted. He could make out every tiny detail in the room, regardless of the lighting. He inspected himself and noted his ears had been replaced by elongated dog ears that pointed upward. Also, amusing enough, he made note of his tail.

Oliver, being a boy who protects his heart above all else, you have been merged with the spirit of one of the Old Monplanian's who was best known for his quiet nature and specially defensive capabilities, Umbreon. Protect your heart and mind, and no one will be able to make you kneel.

Oliver just chuckled and sat down. Noting the transformations of the others. The ring on his forehead turned a light green.

"Alvaro? Alvaro Witry?" the big teenager heard his name being called. At the time, Alvaro had already left the stadium and was walking down a long sidewalk bordering a straight road. It was night, and the streetlights were on, projecting a circular glow on the streets, fading until the darkness was interrupted by the glow of the next light. Many others were flooding down this walk, for the competition was for the most part over.

Alvaro stopped in his tracks and turned to face his caller. It was a grown man, perharps in his mid twenties. He seemed official, Alvaro noting a badge on his jacket. The man jogged the last few feet between them, he seemed to have been moving swiftly for quite a time, for his breathing was excelerated.

"Are you Alvaro Witry?" the man asked, a hint of a pant in his speech.

"Yes, I am." the teen responded in his deeper-than-average voice.

"You have been called for a meeting with Mr. Satoshi Tajiri, creator of Pokemon, if you didn't know."

Alvaro froze. Creator of Pokemon? Here? And he was to meet with him? It all seemed too good to be true. Surely this couldn't be right. Even if Satoshi was here, Alvaro had only placed 13th in the competition.

"I think you have the wrong person." Alvaro replied, a bit shakily, and with a glint of hope that he was wrong.

"No, no I think I have the right guy." the man said after a pause.

Alvaro got the reference. He was always easy to distinguish from the crowd. Not only was he one of the taller ones there, but he was also very broad. Next to most, he appeared huge. Plus with his injury, it made him all the more easy to spot. Alvaro pondered a moment if that was his identity now: "The big guy with the missing arm."

"So, will you come with me?" The man asked.

Alvaro nodded in reply.

The man led Alvaro through a series of hallways and stairways he never would've believed existed. It seemed to go on for quite awhile. Yet, oddly, there seemed to be hardly any doors, yet so many halls. What was the point of it? In due time, they reached a door like no other door Alvaro had seen before in his life. It seemed almost outlandish, like something that wasn't from this planet.

The door was opened. What was revealed was a room, circular, chairs spread in a circle. In the middle sat the creator of Pokemon himself. Right in front of Alvaro, Satoshi Tajiri. There was no denying it, this was real. Other than him, there was but one other person in the room. A boy, blonde, blue hoodie.

Satoshi motiened towards a chair to the left of this boy. Alvaro noticed his name on the chair. After a hesitation, he sat down in the appointed chair. Normally, he would introduce himself, and try to get to know those who he was in the presence of. Though, through a combination of nervousness, and a want to not break the silence that the room had obviously been engaged in for some time. So there he sat, silent, waiting. Alvaro didn't even notice the eyes on his left shoulder, not that it would be any different from normal if he did.

Slowly, the room began to fill. In time, all chairs were filled, the last to enter being another blonde boy, this time wearing tight jeans and a turtleneck. Ian something-or-other, if Alvaro had read his nameplate correctly, which was almost directly across the room from him.

Thus, Satoshi began: "Boys, and girl." he said, nodding to the one girl in the room. A red headed girl, wearing a hooded vest. Satoshi then continued to talk about how each of them had been chosen, Alvaro confused, for he had still placed realatively low. The man then continued to talk about a friend of his.

"I would like to introduce you all to the leader of Old Monplan, Alakazam."

A haze of purple flashed for a moment, then a creature which Alvaro had observed only trhough screens appeared before his eyes. Alvaro's breath was stolen from him, and his eyes became wide. It looked so similar to what he had seen in the games. Yet there it was, real, before his very eyes. He heard a voice, deep and echoing, yet nobody was moving their mouths.

Alakazam told him, and presumably the other teens, of the history of the Monplanians, and their war with the New Monplanians. But, as if hearing of these things wasn't enough, Alvaro saw these things as well. The ceiling of the dome continued to change, showing images of the horrible things done by the New Monplanian army. He felt a fist clench as he saw towns left in dust, and the creatures he knew as the starter Pokemon slaughtered. Why is he showing us this? Alvaro thought.

"All you have to do is touch this cube." The statement echoed in Alvaro's mind. Him? A teenage human? To fight in a war led by Pokemon?

"Yes, you." Another telepathic sentence entered his mind.

Alvaro's face flushed. All he had been thinking had been projected straight to Alakazam!

"Remember, you were chosen. If I didn't think you could perform this task, I could've easily chose somebody else. Your power is far more significant than you think, and I recognize this." The thoughts of Alakazam shot into Alvaro's mind.

As the wave of thoughts ended, the boy Alvaro believed to be named Ian, touched the cube. In an instant, The boy got covered in the shell and spikes almost identical to those of a Cloyster.

"Ian, because of your deep need to protect those you love, you have been merged with one of the most defensive Monplanians known, Cloyster. With your combined power not even the strongest Monplanian will be able to break the wall of your will."

The boy then walked back, surprisingly calm. Alvaro had an urge to touch the shell that the boy now donned, but quickly decided against it, for fear that Alakazam would hear.

Next, the boy next to Alvaro got up and touched the cube.

"Aristo, because of you ability to adapt to any situation, you have been merged with one of Old Monplan's best special attackers, Porygon-Z. With your combined power you will be able to adapt to anything you want to."

This boy, Aristo, so it seemed, appeared not to notcie the tail that he had just recieved. That is until he attempted to sit down. Ability to adapt indeed!

"You want me to help you save your people?" Alvaro asked through the telepathic link.

"And your own." Alakazam replied.

Overtaken by the spur of the moment, Alvaro pushed himself up from his chair. He walked to the Alakazam, gazed down upon the floating cube, then back to the Pokemon.

"If it is to save your people, and those of Earth,' Alvar said a bit louder than he was trying to, still, he wasn't yelling, 'then I, too, accpet this challenge."

He raised his arm, and reached for the cube. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers only a few inches away from the object. No turning back. Was his very last thought before he plunged his hand foward and lay one of his large hands, which almost covered the entire cube, and grasped it.

The transformation was over in an instant, yet to Alvaro, that instant seemed to last a day. It was an odd feeling. As if the moment were both fast and slow at the same time, two contradicting forces, joining in unison for just a second, before returning to reality once more.

"Alvaro, your need to support and help others would drive you to the ends of the earth. Thus, we have given to you the power of our fastest supporter, Tentacruel. Dart along the fields of battle and give your assisstance wherever you are needed."

Alvaro felt more weight on his shoulder, and in his arm too. Looking to his left and right, he saw two green hemispheres now topped his shoulders. They were brilliant gems, the looked dense and sturdy, yet weighed little. These same type of gems were also embedded on his forearm now.

Yet, there was something more strange than that. Something felt alien, yet at the same time, a normal part of him. His mind seemed to extend to them, quickly adapting to them. He felt a sudden urge, an inexplainible urge. Much like how one would move their body Alvaro didn't really know how to move what he wanted, he just did. He experienced an akward sensation, much like moving, but if it were a far more concienous effort. He felt a strange jerking then heard a dull thunk as something thick hit his right gem shoulder. Turning, he saw a tentacle, no different than those on a Tentacruel, lying there. He performed anotherakward mind flex, and the tentacle jerked again.

This will take some getting used to. Alvaro thought.

"Indeed, they will take some getting used to. But soon enough you will feel that they are normal parts of your body."

Realizing where the tentacles, and the gems, in fact, were coming from I'm going to need a new shirt quickly became his only thought.

Still trying to figure out how his new appendages worked, Alvaro walked back to his seat. At first he was cautious about laying on his tentacles, he now saw as they lay splayed across the seat that there were six in toatal, three on each side. But soon, he bacame more relaxed and attempted to recline a bit more. He found that the tentacles were very strong for he felt little to nothing when he was laying his weight upon them.

(OOC: If my post seems out of order, it is because I started writing before Pichu posted. So, I'm not really sure what to do in this situation. I'm not asking anyone to change their posts, though. Not yet, anyways. Furthermore, freaking love Pichu's post. So nonchalant.)

"Excuse me. Renka Vales?"

Renka turned. Standing behind her was one of the officials from the tournament.

The man took her response as a 'yes'. "You have been requested to attend a special meeting proctored by Mr. Satoshi Tajiri himself. If you would please follow me?" He turned on his heels and started making his way through the crowd.

Renka frowned slightly. She hadn't even gotten into the top ten of the competition. There was no reason for the very creator of Pokemon himself to ask for her. There was no reason he would even know of her existence. For a moment, Renka considered ignoring the official and continuing on her way. However, a chance to meet Satoshi Tajiri in the flesh was very lucky indeed, and she most probably would never get to in her lifetime if she let this opportunity slip away.

The man lead her inside a compound that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Renka (since all the compounds were built similarly, though this wasn't the one Renka had battled in), through twisting corridors and hallways and finally to a pair of glass doors. At least, Renka assumed they were glass.

"There are five others inside. I'm afraid I will have to leave you here." The official bowed curtly and left.

Renka pushed the doors open. She arrived in a large, dimly-lit, dome-shaped room. The night sky was projected on the ceiling. Six chairs were positioned around a middle-aged Asian man—Satoshi Tajiri, she presumed—, five of them occupied. The creator of Pokemon greeted her with a smile. She nodded, then took her place in the empty chair.

Renka observed the faces of the five other people as Satoshi Tajiri began to speak. They were all around her own age, though one looked a bit younger, and all were male. Judging from the looks on their faces, they didn't know why they had been called here either.

"Boys...and girl," Satoshi Tajiri said, winking at Renka. She said nothing. "you six have been chosen because you have shown great potential in this year's national tournament. I know that most of you did not even make it into the top five, but each of you showed not only extreme knowledge, but also outside-the box strategies and maneuvers that led you to being asked to this meeting today. I am about to introduce you to someone who has become one of my closest friends ever since he gave me the idea to create the world of Pokemon. He will explain why you have all been asked here for this meeting. I would like to introduce you all to the leader of Old Monplan, Alakazam."

There was a sudden flash of purple light. There stood in the middle of the room a creature that Renka knew very well. In fact, it was one of the strongest members of her competitive team...

"Hello. As Satoshi said, I am Alakazam, leader of Old Monplan. I am here to tell you our history and explain the situation we find ourselves in now."

Renka was sure the creature's mouth hadn't moved. In other words, it was communicating through telepathy. The thought of what this meant—that Pokemon were real—sent goosebumps down her neck. Alakazam then told them of his planet, of how his people had split into two opposing factions, and of the war that then engulfed the galaxy. Renka's heart beat faster and faster as she listened to him speak and as she watched live footage of the destruction wrought by Metagross' army on the ceiling projection. For some unexplainable reason, she felt...excited. Eager. Emotions she had never before felt swirled in her body as she understood the magnitude of what she was being asked to do.

"All you have to do is touch this cube..."

She—and the others that were in the room with her—was being asked to save the world. Not just their own, either. They were asking her to face entire armies of hostile alien invaders. She could feel her blood rushing through her veins. Unknown emotions pulsed within her, wanting release.

...why?

Alakazam turned his eyes, old and weathered, but wise beyond words, towards her. Because you are the only ones who can.

There are others. Better battlers. Better tacticians. People better suited for war.

Alakazam's gaze turned sad at the reminder of what he was sending out children to do. Yes. But you possess what all others—even the other chosen in this room—lack.

Renka narrowed her eyes. And what is that?

A rigid, unbending will that will never yield nor stray from its path.

A fleeting smile appeared briefly on Renka's face. Then she reached her hand out and grasped the cube. When the iridescent light retreated, Renka was encased from head to toe in oddly colored steel. Her hair was shorter and her body felt incredibly different as well.

"Renka, because of your unyielding sense of self and spirit that will hold steadfast against any enemy, you have been merged with Skarmory, one of the most resilient—in both defense and offense—Monplanians. May you relentlessly cut down all that opposes you!"

Renka said nothing. She had never felt more alive . She felt like she had taken her first breath of fresh air, that her emotions had finally broken surface after having been muffled underwater for so long. Silently, she made her way back to her seat, careful not to cut anything with the razor-sharp blades on her sleeves—her blades.

Oliver chuckled and applauded once everyone else had experienced their transformations. "Bravo, now we all look like cosplaying freaks." He eyed Renka and failed to hold back a sinister smile, "You sure she should be merged with Skarmory, Alakazam? The girl might just be an emo for all we know." He waved his hand, as if to show he didn't mean it and winked at the girl, "Surely, I jest. After all," he pulled up a sleeve and exposed some pale scars that looked almost white against his dark skin, "Cutting isn't something to joke about."

The half-Umbreon boy produced his cellphone from his pocket and proceeded to text someone. As he did, he looked at Satoshi and Alakazam and shrugged, "Well? What now, boys?"

Alvaro, his concentraition on his tentacles broken, looked at the gothic boy. Why even joke about it in the first place, then? Was quickly a thought to cross his mind. That remark aside, it was still a rather.. interesting choice of words for one who had just learned of a never-before-heard-of world and to have their body transformed into a half human, half creature that he must've thought only fictional beforehand. Considering the circumstances, the boy who had just spoke seemed rather nonchalant about the situation.

Perhaps his way of thinking is for the better, Alvaro thought, perhaps being able to make jokes, as rude as they may be, especially when they are aimed at one who he had probably just met, is a way to keep ones sanity in check considering what has just happened.

Alvaro took a quick glance over at the girl whom the gothic boy's "joke" had just been aimed at. He hoped that she hadn't taken offense, too much offense that is, from the remark.

Alvaro then fixated his gaze in the same direction of the other boy's: Alakazam and Satoshi. He didn't say anything however, for repeating the other boy's question would just be annoying. Thus, Alvaro waitied for the two's response.

OOC: Guys I am soooo sorry it has taken this long. Killet and I were on vacation, and I was hoping to get this up before we left, but it turned out to be much more of a monster to write than I ever anticipated. We are back now and everything should go much smoother now, and I'm going to start an OOC thread so we can all chit chat and that kind of stuff as well!




Ian still hadn't gotten over his own transformation as he watched each of the five remaining kids rise to merge with other Old Monplanian warriors. Cloyster, Arbok, Umbreon, Skarmory, Porygon-Z, and Tentacruel. He couldn't believe it. These were creatures that only in his wildest fantasies ever hoped to believe they were actually real, and yet here they were. His body felt foreign and powerful. It was a feeling he had never experienced before. He could feel the Old Monplanian's consciousness somewhere in the back of his mind. She seemed to be trying to calm and reassure him. His concentration was interrupted when the boy on his right spoke. "You sure she should be merged with Skarmory, Alakazam? The girl might just be an emo for all we know. Surely, I jest. After all cutting isn't something to joke about."

Ian felt his face heat up and knew that it was probably close to the shade of an apple. He hated when people made crude and somewhat embarrassing jokes. He never saw the point in them and hoped that the girl hadn't been hurt by the boy's remarks. Even if he has been through it before, it doesn't mean she's comfortable with it… if she even cuts at all! Gah, now he's got me assuming that about her! I can already tell he's going to be a tough one to get along with.

"Children, now that you have accepted the challenge before you, it is time for us to make the next step. I am going to teleport us all to the Old Monplanian capitol for you to meet the cabinet that presides under me. We will also discuss more about the New Monplanian threat. All of you come join hands so we can start your training." Alakazam didn't miss a beat and dissipated the awkwardness the Umbreon-boy had caused. Ian got up and reluctantly held his hand out to the boy he already disliked as well as the boy who now was half snake. Arbok… not snake, Arbok. In another flash of purple, the domed room was gone and the group found themselves in a far different place.

The first thing Ian noticed was the openness of the room. It reminded Ian of pictures he had seen of ancient Grecian temples. There were no walls per say, just a series of giant marble columns holding the roof, which was dotted with skylights every so often. An enormous fountain dominated the center of the room at least thirty feet in diameter, statues of the fallen generals as their centerpiece. They were grouped in the trios Ian had grown up knowing, with Samurott, Emboar, and Serperior creating the base; Empoleon, Infernape, and Torterra seemingly on their backs; Swampert, Blaziken, and Sceptile created the next teir; Meganium, Feraligatr, and Typhlosion followed and the original three: Blastoise, Charizard, and Venusaur stood reverently at the top. Water flowed from each of the water type Monplanian's statues into the base, where Ian could see a beautiful mosaic on the bottom of the fountain. The floor itself was a series of beautiful mosaics of different colors and patterns, but Ian could not discern any pictures or symbols, just swirls and geometrics of beautiful tiles.

"Welcome to the central courtyard of the Old Monplanian palace. This is the where most of your meetings will occur here on this planet, and it is also the central hub of all activity in the palace. Now that we are here, you are going to meet the rest of the leaders of Old Monplan, starting with the head of the Pokejinka Research and Development Department."

"Hello children." From in between two of the columns a pink lizard-like biped appeared. On his head stood a shell in the shape of a crown with eyes and a purple gem in the center of where his forehead should be inside the shell; around his neck was a red and white collar. "I am Slowking. I am in charge of tracking your progress and making sure the combination of Monplanian and human has gone as smoothly as possible. You are technically an experiment, so we are not sure exactly what kind of power you will truly possess. I am here to make sure everything is safe for you as well as keeping a clear and concise record of your abilities and progress."

"Next I would like to introduce you to the head of our Technical Department and the head of our Exploration Department. These two are responsible for finding your planet among others and allowing us to travel to and from said planets." Alakazam motioned to the south entrance to the courtyard where two other Monplanians had made their appearance. The first looked kind of like a green jello mold. Inside the jelly-like substance was a beige being whose arms appeared in four separate ball-like segments changing color from beige, the smallest and closest to its body, to red, the largest and closest to the jelly "hands." The second Monplanian appeared to be made up of three interlocking gears surrounded by a metal ring with six spikes interspersed around it. The smallest gear found at the top-right of its body had a face.

"Hello, I am Reuniclus, head of the Department of Exploration."

"And I am Klinklang, head of the Department of Technology."

"I am so sorry I'm late!" From the same direction as Slowking, another Monplanian had joined the group. This creature was vastly more humanoid than any of the previous leaders. She was obviously female, with purple skin and a long red dress trimmed in gold. She also had long golden blonde hair that fell to about mid-back. Her lips were and pink, and her arms were white, like sleeves. "I am Jynx. I am the head of the Department of Operations. I am in charge of all of the departments you will see here and am the second of command next to Alakazam. I am very honored and pleased to meet you all, children." Jynx smiled warmly at the youths as Alakazam spoke once more.

"Now that you have met the heads of the departments, it is time for you to meet your fellow warriors and also your trainers. They should be arriving shortly through the north gate." No sooner had he said it than the gathered heard the sound of approaching feet and wing beats from the direction Alakazam motioned. Five Monplanians entered and formed a line before the newcomers and cabinet of Old Monplan. "Children, I would like you to meet the five generals of Old Monplan. The 5th General, Zoraok;" A black and red fox-like creature with long hair held together with a gold band bowed slightly, "The 4th General, Scizor;" A red metallic insectoid Monplanian with large claws bowed slightly, "The 3rd General, Lucario;" The grey, blue, and black wolf-like creature bowed slightly, "The 2nd General, Gardevoir;" Another humanoid Monplanian, with green and white skin and a long white dress with a red circle seemingly shoved through her chest nodded at the youths, "And finally, our 1st General and head of the Old Monplanian Army, Dragonite." A jolly looking yellow and blue dragon with a single horn and seemingly small wings stepped forward.

"We are grateful that you have agreed to join us. We cannot wait to fight alongside you. We know that with your help and commitment the New Monplanians will not stand a chance."

"Now that you have met everyone, it is time for you to begin training. You will be split into two groups of three. Ian, Oliver, and Justin: you will be training with Steelix. Aristo, Renka, and Alvaro: you will be training with Medicham. I will now teleport you to your respective fields. We will be with you every step of the way. Learn and grow, and we will all work together to finally take down Metagross and his reign of tyranny." Alakazam began to glow with a purple light, and in an instant, the six Pokejinka were gone.

"They seem to be everything we hoped." Jynx placed her hand on Alakazam's shoulder.

"Let us pray to Arceus that they are."
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Ian, Oliver, and Justin found themselves in a vast arena about the size of a football field. In the center of the field was a large Monplanian covered in metal. His head was much larger than the other segments of its body, getting smaller and smaller until reaching the tail, with was a large spike. "Welcome! I am Steelix and I am going to train you all to be the best warriors in Monplan history! You three were sent to me because your abilities lend you to be more defensive than offensive, and that is my specialty. First, lets begin by seeing how well your natural instincts are!" With that, Steelix launched a barrage of boulders at the three Pokejinka.


OOC: The other three are in a similar stadium and situation except with Medicham. =)

Oliver was quiet throughout the introductions with the Pokemon. He preferred to keep his comments to himself in these particular circumstances. He simply wagged his tail back and forth and avoided eye contact.

Once Oliver was alone with Steelix, Ian and Justin, he changed his attitude. He was about to make a joke, rather crude in nature, when Steeliz launched a Stone Edge attack! Oliver, without a second thought crouched to the ground and somehow, split himself into several copies! What the hell?! He couldn't believe he managed to pull off what he could only assume was a Double Team. The stones hit a few of his clones, but Oliver, the real one, avoided the attack.

Oliver stood up and glared at Steelix, "Try giving us a bit more warning next time, big guy!" The Umbreon-gijinka huffed and ran his hand through his hair, "You could have seriously damaged the merchandise."