Down with the Crown (Rated M) (OOC/SU)

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Reserve please! I can't write an SU while at school sorry.

Just making sure you would read it XD

Name: Olivia "Ollie" Martell
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Your Preferred Starter: Shinx or Ralts
Appearance: Ollie is designed to surprise and terrify. Her hair is black, in a ponytail, sleek, and supposedly gorgeous. Well actually, it was dyed when she was a child, changing her unusual greyish-silver hair into black streaked silver. She isn't tall, but she is athletic, well-built for someone of her age and size. It comes from chores and drinking milk everyday. Her teeth are rather fanglike but they're just sharp. She has a golden tan and a hatred of all things normal. She has blue eyes that look lilac normally and when her emotions run high turn violet. They only look blue when she takes out her contacts. Her body is scarred from fighting against blades and, in some really odd cases, cutting firewood. Look, just don't ask. There is one in particular below her left eye. She doesn't remember where that came from.

Ollie's clothes are a grey shoulder-sleeve shirt covered by a black jacket and blue jeans. These are nice clothes. By nice I mean not ripped to shreds. Her shirt is plain, except for the slight stretch that shows her bust. Her pants are loose around her legs, but not so much that they'll fall off. Her hands are covered by black fingerless gloves, the gloves slightly armored, in case she doesn't use her staff and goes for the good old-fashioned punch in the face. Her jeans are ripped at the ends. If she was allowed, she would go barefoot. But she can't, so she wears black sneakers with an area she can clip on inline skate wheels. She likes skating over walking. Who knew? She also carries a retractable staff, usually the size of a cane, and an odd sword that can be adjusted to how sharp its edge is. But she usually keeps that in her bag, refusing to kill anyone. It's her master's and she's keeping it safe for him.

Personality: Ollie is a tomboy. She's a tomboy in the way that says physical rough and tumble but will still make herself look presentable. She's as sly with her words as a fox, able to manipulate with a few words and emotions. She prefers not to though, liking to make sarcastic quips and punch things. She's a cheerfulperson and she wants a Pokemon that displays that. Ollie loves to fight. It be in her blood. Does she care what people think? Not particularly, except for her teacher. She's intelligent, almost a genius. But when it comes to a classroom, she's lazy. It's a miracle her master taught her anything at all, let alone what he did. Photographic memory helped.

Ollie hates blades. She's used to hunting knives and maybe hatchets. But she doesn't like any kind of large blades or any of that. She could survive in the wild pretty well but she knows when to give up and go in a house. She likes Pokemon, likes them a lot. Ollie grew up with them. She hasn't had sugar in years so it makes her hyper when she has it. Ollie is also a good gymnast. The downside? She's not that powerful. Not that that stops her any. She hates dresses and loses her agility in them. When Ollie gets incentive, the change is astounding. She is serious and openly menacing, as opposed to hiding it.

History: She will not admit to much, other than the fact that she was raised by her master in a small cabin in Viridian Forest since she was seven. Before this, she has little memory of, supposedly havin run through the forest or having been an outcast of Pallet. No one is sure about it. She doesn't remember being anywhere except that cabin and a dark, smelly place. Her words, not mine. There was technology but not too much. Ollie was taught to fight, cook, whittle and other things along with a basic education, including how to spy on people. She is going on a journey to find her missing master, who disappeared from the cabin not long ago. The cabin was attacked four months ago and Ollie had to flee. Desperate to escape, the young woman snuck onto a cargo plane that she thought was bound for Hoenn but instead it went to Ruula. A Team Crown plane thought they were an enemy, having come from an unusual area, so it was shot down. Ollie survived due to pure luck and desperation, practically crawling to the outskirts of Jamis Town. through her injuries. Despite the raging battle, citizens took her inside and began to fix her up. She only woke up a couple of days ago. Seeing the plight of these people she decided to help them, as her master would have wanted her to do.

Additional Quirks: Ollie recently obtained a near crippling fear of fire. She also hates the sounds of fireworks and lightning. Also, she is decent with blades but better with her staff. She doesn't want to kill anyone.

XD Sorry fixed it. I figured the evil people have guns XD.

Shiny new RP. Must. Create. Sign-up. On a side note, this will be my first ever female character. Let the disaster begin! On the other hand, most sign-ups I've seen lately have been girls. And I mostly role-plays guys...ahh screw it.

Name: My name. Well aren't you the eager little fellow…and so cute to. Fine, fine. Clariece Alexandra Donnevell. Named after both of my grandmothers in the hopes that I would grow up to embody the grace, beauty, and respectability that both of those fine women, God rest their souls, focused their lives around. But is that the truth? Maybe my name is Bethany Leigh Clearwater: A bastard daughter of a gypsy woman and the man of high moral standing that she seduced. Ah, it is glorious isn't it? The thrill of being someone else. The risk of being caught in a lie, ahhhh. I can be whoever you want me to be, Darling. Or, whomever I want you to think I am. (Real name: Stephanie "Mask" Delilah Eddington.)

Age: 22 if I choose to be so, but who is keeping count. (22)
Sex: Sweetie, if you have to ask the answer is…oh…Female.
Your Preferred Starter: Shinx are such beautiful pokemon. My, my, what I would not…do to have one of my very own.

Appearance: Beautiful…is that not enough. Fine, but seeing is so much more fun than reading, Dear. Red, fire hair flows seductively down my back to right upon a rather particularly interesting curve of my body. Dark mysterious eyes that tell you everything you want to know as well as things you didn't even know you wanted to hear. A cute button nose that is neither too small nor too big. Just right as Goldie-Locks would say. Luscious lips surround beautiful white teeth offering a smile meant to disarm, soothe, and entice. Finishing out my facial features are an elegant neck that is surrounded by an assortment of beautiful stone and bead necklaces and cute ears that are typically hidden by a thin white and green scarf that also covers my forehead and is tied underneath my hair. Dark sun-kissed skin holds everything together in a rather irresistible package. So beautiful, so inviting. It is okay to stare, Sweetie.

The rest of what you see is hidden I'm afraid, though I can tell you what you are missing. Long powerful legs stretch down to feet that are typically barefoot. Maybe the only blemish of my otherwise perfect body would be the layer of callouses that act as padding under my feet. But just wait till you see me dance, Sweetie. Callouses will be the last thing on your mind. A thin, well-trained body that other women would kill for is completely hidden under a loose fitting emerald green dress with white flower patterns. Sometimes the worst thing you can do with beauty is to show it for free. Give a little, and then make them work. Plus, the dress is perfect for dancing. I have many. I try to keep a few on my at all times. Green for the day, red for the night. I'll let you use your imagination on what is under the dress. But Dear, it is impolite to daydream.

Personality: If you want to know that, you are going to have to do better than simply asking. (Mask, if you haven't figured it out by now, is a very manipulative woman. She has trained her mind and body for years for a single purpose: to get what she wants. So what is it that she wants? Well, that would depend on who you are and what you have to offer. But that wouldn't be a very clear answer. Things have very little meaning to her. In truth, anything other than herself really does. But how is that different from anyone else? What Mask really cares for is power. Not the power that comes from being famous or in charge of decisions that effect the lives of many. No, Mask desires the control over individuals. Each person she meets is a conquest. A game. She provides them with the delusion of who they want to be and controls them through that delusion. Her intentions depend on the person. A shy, awkward but otherwise sweet man might just need the encouragement of a beautiful woman to make him see what he truly has to offer. If he decides to shower Mask with attention and gifts through the process…is it so wrong? However, someone with lower moral standards required a different approach and a less…pleasant end.

Mask, strangely is not one to take control of situations in the normal sense. In truth, the young woman has no direction of her own. Her actions are base solely off the desires, or what she wants their desires to be, of the person she is "masking." She uses her…talents…to encourage, trick, or obtain but never determines her own final destination. She simply acts as an extension of another person. If one were to look under all the masks, they would see a scared, unsure, confused girl with little to no plans or dreams of her own. But then, who is to say that is simply not another of her masks. Some would say she is strong and confident. Other would say niave. Others would claim she was a seductress. Liar. Thief. Perfect. Lover. Daughter. Friend. Fiancé. Worthless. Good…. But which is true? Not even Stephanie is completely sure anymore.

Pokemon are less complicated though. They require less prompting than humans. Trust is more freely given. Commands are followed with faith that the trainer knows what is best. The pokemon believes in the trainer. No lying. No manipulation. No games. Maybe that is why the idea of owning a pokemon has terrified Stephanie for so long. No masks, no lies, no problem. In fact, the only way to be successful is to open up and share your life with your partner. So how does someone be themselves when they don't even remember who that person is?)

History: Eight lines my dear? Surely you jest. I have more than eight lines in any single one of my histories. But which would you prefer to hear. Daughter of a wealthy but dominate man, adducted by a pirate and held ransom? Days at sea turned to weeks and soon into love? No longer wanting to continue his life of wandering, he returns the daughter and asks for her hand? Maybe you would prefer to hear a tail of a sweet country girl who runs away from her family home in search of a better life. She comes across wealthy businessman who grows tired of the demanding, unfulfilling life of business. A perfect match? Come now, Dear. Pick which one you want to hear. They are all so exciting. (The most important part of any lie isn't that the target believes what you are saying. It is that you believe what you are saying. Mask has found that the best way to do that is to weave a little bit of the truth in with the lies. Stephanie grew up the daughter of an abusive father and a mother too kind to ask for help on a small farm in the country. One night her father was a little too abusive and her mother too sweet. Being kicked in the head by a horse is a tragic way to die. At least, that is what everyone believed. People sent their regrets to her and her father. Her father was still abusive; Mask was less sweet than her mother. Ten years old is way to young to lose a mother.

It didn't take long for Mask to figure out why her father was never held responsible for his actions at home. The man knew how to spin stories. She followed him to town one weekend for his usually night of drinking and listened as he talk to the rest of the usually crew. He talked of a loving family, a wife who he missed dearly, and an adventurous daughter who reminded him of himself when he was young. He laughed with his drinking buddies as he told them how the girl he claim to be her would fall out of trees, stay outside too late, or break dishes while trying to be sweet and make dinner in order to fill the gap that losing his wife had left in him. He even cried as he talked about how he didn't think she would grow up to be a proper woman because she didn't have a mother and he was good enough to do it alone. The men patted him on his back. The ladies attempted not to cry as they swooned over such a good man. Stephanie?...Stephanie stored the memory in her mind. She would always be thankful to her father for that night. For once in his life, he gave something of worth to his daughter.

Eight year goes by quick when you have a purpose. A plan. Eight years is plenty of time to find "love," or at least someone that loves you. Eight days is more than enough time to plan a getaway. Supplies. Clothes. Money. Check. Eight hours is almost not enough time when preparing a letter for the police to tell them of everything that an abusive farther had done. Eight minutes is all that it takes to anger an abusive father enough to bring out his nature. One hit. Two hits. Three hits. Floor. Three hits were all she needed. The mark was there. Eight seconds is the exact amount of time it takes for a lover to be ready to kill someone…wait, no. Kill is not what she wanted. Jail…

Eight seconds was all her father needed to beat the young man to death. He never stood a chance against the beast that was her father. Eight minutes was how long it took her to start crying upon finding out what had happened. All she wanted was for him to go to the police with her. Eight hours was how long it took the police to find out what had happened and arrive to take her father away. Stephanie watched from a distance, tears still in her eyes. It took her eight days of walking and hitchhiking to reach Jamis Town. It seemed as good a place as any other to try and start over. It had taken her eight years to become eight-teen. She was of legal age now. Old enough to legally leave her father and not need a guardian. Old enough to marry. It would take her eighty years, however, to forget the sight of the young man's lifeless body as they removed it from her house while she watched crying from a distance. The blood on her hands? It would take more than eight lifetimes to wash it off.)

Additional Quirks: I don't like bugs and I'm allergic to peanuts. Also, clowns freak me out. Keep those things away from me, and our time together will be much more enjoyable.

Huh, that was actually fun to write…if not a bit weird at points. I tried to add a bit of role-playing into the sign-up, more for myself that anything. If I get lucky enough to earn a spot, I wanted to know how she would act. Good luck to everyone. Feel free to comment or critique me.

Agh. Let's get some male characters in here, dammit. X_X

(Just letting potential players know that I do, in fact, exist here.)

I can make a male character as well if you prefer to have at least one male to choose from. Surely not everyone will make a female though. But then that could possibly happen...and I shouldn't call you Shirley.

I was actually thinking of filling out an SU and using a male character. xD

I should get to that soon.

Name: Elijah "Eli" King

Age: 18

Sex: Male

Your Preferred Starter: Azurill

Appearance:
(I'm not the best drawer in the world, but I already had this reference picture so I might as well use it. >.<)

Personality: Eli is a stoic, serious business kind of guy. He rarely cracks a joke, even in front of close friends or family. In fact, it is extremely rare to catch him laughing, because he has no sense of humor. Still, he does have emotions, he just prefers not to express them in front of others. The only way he can let them show is if he believes no one is around, or he is just with his Pokémon.

Eli is also a strong believer in justice. He is very honest and law-abiding, so if he sees someone doing something illegal, he will not hesitate to tell them off, or stop them himself, regardless of who the person is. His belief is that all criminals should be punished to fit the severity of the crime. However, if the laws themselves are corrupt, then he will not abide by them. His morals are strong and rigid.

When faced with a problem, he uses logic and reasoning to solve them. He is not one to act on impulse alone. However, if the logical choice conflicts with his morals, he will usually side with the latter, but it depends on the issue. He often reads books if they are available, but rarely carries them around. He typically prefers non-fiction, so he can learn more about whatever the topic is, but also enjoys solving mystery novels.

He claims to be a pacifist, but he is perfectly capable of beating someone up. He only encourages fights for self-defense, but he has a pretty loose interpretation of what self-defense is. He also considers it fine for exercise purposes, as long as there is no intent to harm.

History: For as long as he could remember, he has been living with his father and older brother. He knew of his mother and sisters, but they were back in Unova. He has never visited them since he left with his father to travel the world, but occasionally gets letters from them. However, since they were constantly moving around, it was hard for all the letters to reach them.

His father never once explained why they were constantly on the move without the rest of the family. When he asked his mother through letters, she would never reply either. After several attempts, he realized it was something neither of them wanted to discuss, so he stopped asking about it. His older brother seemed to have some understanding of the situation, but never said anything out of respect for his father.

After 12 years of travel, they eventually settled down in Jamis Town. His father and his older brother both got good jobs in town, and decided to stay. They had never stayed somewhere for over 6 months, so it was quite a change for Eli. Jamis Town essentially became his hometown, considering he didn't remember his times in Nimbasa City.

When Team Crown came into power, he immediately loathed them. They took over and changed the whole region, kicking out the officials and taking away many of the people's rights. One couldn't even send a letter without it going through Team Crown first. They abused their powers, becoming a tyrannical force not to be messed with. Eli couldn't stand such despotism.

He became involved in a protest, a peaceful one, but things soon became violent in the town. The Team Crown members had very strong Pokémon, and many of the townsfolk were overpowered. The former league members were doing their best to fight back, but more and more of the Crown members flooded the town. Even though Eli wanted to help defend the people, he had no Pokémon of his own to do so. Or at least, not yet…

Additional Quirks: He has a soft spot for anything adorable. He will automatically like cute Pokémon more than others. He is also extremely ticklish on his belly, but few have found out.

I hope this is okay. If you need me to change anything, let me know. o3o

Hmm, I guess the only question I have is about evolution. How is that going to be determined since there isn't a number level system?

Evolution, like leveling up, will work as a plot device, but it won't happen during a fight. Recall the incident in the anime when Ash's Charmeleon got so ticked off at a pesky Aerodactyl that it evolved into the mighty Charizard just to take to the skies and fight it head-on.

Also, remonstrating the rule about HM moves: They don't count against the four-move limit, but they don't give those out to just anyone. A Pokemon must first be trained in the proper techniques for using the move as it is to be applied in the field. Recall the Farfetch'd that cut down trees in Ilex Forest to make into charcoal.