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Hello, awesome people! This is the OOC thread for the Inner Demon RP. (The main thread is here.) Here's where Sign Ups will be posted, OOC conversations will take place, discussions will be held and suggestions for the RP given.
Appearance: Edward Trent stands at 6 feet tall. He has slightly pale skin, not overly pale, but not tanned either. His body proportion to his height is average. He is not fat, nor is he overly athletic or super muscular. He does not have extra weight on him, nor is he anorexic. He is, simply put, average, at about 170 pounds. Edward has long, black hair, which he ties in a ponytail, and sharp, dark brown eyes. He has a thin, chin curtain beard that begins at his sideburns and extends across his jawline and meets at his completely covered chin. On his left and right wrists are a set of small tattoos of the insignia , a P with a double strikethrough, the symbol of the Pokemon Dollar. He has one on both wrists. Edward's left ear is pierced three times, with three different ring-shaped ear piercings on it.
Edward always wears dark clothing, his preferred style choice. It usually involves a set of dark pants, sometimes jeans but not always necessarily, and a black, long-sleeved shirt. If the weather is rather cold, Edward will also add in a black wool jacket.
Personality: IGNORED!!!
History: Edward was born in Saffron City. His parents were somewhat poor, but were able to support themselves and Edward. Their jobs weren't great, but they were enough so that they could live on without much hassle, and to them, it was enough.
Unfortunately, it was not enough for Edward. It was never enough. Edward had never been comfortable with the situation of his parents. Even though many other families were in the same boat, the same situation, it didn't sit well with Edward. It wasn't that Edward was embarrassed of the financial woes of his parents, nor was he jealous of the riches of the few others. Rather, he had a strange feeling as he grew up that he needed more, as if this was not enough for him, as if it shouldn't be enough for him.
Edward was ever observant of the climate of the world around him, even as a young boy. He would make his way and attend school normally, listening to teacher prance on about learning, doing the right thing, respecting people, don't break laws. Then he would go see what happened on the streets, or on TV, or hear about the exact opposite. The contrast was interesting to Edward. Not as much frightening or confusing as it was simply interesting. The more he observed this behavior exhibited by others, the more he started to understand that what the system taught was broken. He had realized very early in his life that he could either be part of that broken style of doing what is right and wrong, or embrace what the world has truly become, and in the process, rise. Edward chose the latter. He understood that crime wasn't quite the boogyman word it used to be, and the enforcement of crime wasn't always a necessity, but now appeared to be a luxury, something hardly anyone had, or was willing to part with anymore. It was warped thinking like this that progressed in Edward and led to one of the biggest moments in his life, defining the kind of person he was to become.
It came as an 11 year old boy. Edward was never really satisfied with what he had. He knew that much, and even as society tumbled ever downward, Edward had no real part in it. He was merely a boy after all. Then one day, his class went on a field trip to the Safari Zone. Many of the children packed lunches, or left their lunch money in a specially marked area, which was locked. Edward found himself thinking about all of the money and food hidden away as the class moved around on the field trip. He ate his earlier, and wanted to go afterward to have a chance to get into the Safari Zone. However, his parents, although allowing him a chance to go on the trip, didn't have the money to pay for a Safari Zone ticket. Edward wanted to go in. He wanted to go badly. He made up his mind. He would find a way into the room with all of the money, and steal enough to get into the Safari Zone. The plan was to make a distraction for the security guard to leave his post, and take the keys from his desk once he left. Taking a bit of laxative he acquired, he managed to sneak some into the guard's coffee, and cause him...undesirable bowel movement. Edward was able to sneak in, and take the keys, and open the door to the money room. Edward grabbed the first one, and headed for the door, before he paused, and looked back, looking at all of the other bags of money. Edward realized something then. He wanted more. Edward decided to take another bag of money, and stuff it into his pocket. He then chose another, and for some reason, another. He seemed to be possessed as he acquired more and more, and never appeared to be satisfied. By the end of the day, he had managed to steal almost half of the money from the other children, and many of them never got a chance to get into the Safari Zone. Edward went four times. The rest, he saved up, and spent another day.
It was the beginning of a new life for Ed. Living under the rules of the modern 'society', if you could even call it that at this point, had become so dull. He knew that he could either run from the criminal, or learn from the criminal. Needless to say, he chose to learn, and boy, did he learn. He had very nimble fingers, and new how to use them. Edward found his appetite for...well, anything to be unquenchable. He wanted it all. It began slowly with whatever he could get as a young kid. An extra handout, a small item here, another one there, anything he could get his hands on that he could get with a five finger discount. He would often acquire things he had no use for too, but if the opportune moment arose to acquire anything material, Edward jumped on it. He would be easily swayed into doing things, especially if the end result was a reward, or money. Of course, he would never want to be limited in what he could have, including working for someone else.
As life entered his mid-teens, he was already a well-known acquirer of items of questionable legality. He would take on any job, whether for someone else, or more usually for himself. His parents were so blissfully unaware. They had no idea what a high profile thief Edward had become. Even at such a young age, Edward could rob people blind, and still he wanted more. His greed, his unquenchable thirst for goods, for money, for power too, was so demanding in his life, that one day, he stopped attending educational facilities altogether. To many, the value of good and the happiness of life had deteriorated. But to one with the skills and the moral flexibility of Edward, life was good.
Edward had one day managed to steal a PokeBall from a small lab in the city. He didn't have many personal dealings with Pokemon, but this one became different. He named the Pokemon, a Sneasel, Shadow, and looked after it. In a world with many faults, Edward became quite attached to the Pokemon, and the two became fast friends. Shadow himself became quite the thief himself.
Then one day, things changed. Edward awoke one day feeling awkward. It wasn't obvious at first, but something strange occurred with Edward's own shadow. He could understand what had happened, and still is unsure of what he saw. All he knew was that his shadow was distorted for a moment. To Edward, it must have been some sign. Edward was ever the believer in luck, and thought it had a lot to do with the successes and failures of his jobs. Skill had a lot to do with it, but Edward never abandoned luck either. He had realized his shadow change wasn't a fluke: something was happening. He didn't know what, but Edward tried to grasp what his new-found ability was all about.
When a letter from Hope High School arrived, Edward didn't hesitate for a moment to sign up. The letter said that the selections were random, but Edward knew it was far too coincidental to be random now. Something else drew him to there. Perhaps he was meant to learn about the Shadow-thing there. Or perhaps he was sent by lady luck to rob the entire place. He didn't know, but Edward packed his bags, eager to find out.
Negative Trait: Greed
Power: Shadow Manipulation/Mimicry. Essentially, Edward is able to assume the form of a shadow, and can crawl up walls and such. Edward can blend into shadows completely, or even teleport through them. His ability can flatten up against walls and impersonate the shadows of others (allowing him to sneak up on or away from foes and such). Of course, he is limited in his current abilities. He is unable to pass through shadows for teleportation, or blend in them completely either. Mostly, his abilities currently are limited to changing the shape of his own shadow slightly, and changing his appearance into a more darker, slightly 2D version to blend in darkness a bit (almost like camouflage).
Schedule:
Homeroom (this is when the teacher will take attendance and read the daily announcements)
1st period: Core 2 - He's not a very good math student
2nd period: Latin
Lunch
3rd period: History/Mythology (a required class for all Hope High School students)
4th period: Battling 101
Pokemon:
A Sneasel named Shadow.
RP Sample: I'll post my most recent post in my own RP.
Spoiler:
Eternity City
Zane headed towards the rebel location. Time was of the essence. If they didn't get to them soon, they would be cut off from the army, and there would be no way of breaking through later on. Just then, a voice flooded his mind. He recognized it as the voice of Defender.
"Vigil! Sword and Shield and I are fighting Beserker. Need help! Will signal you somehow!"
Zane stopped running as he heard the message. A moment later, he saw a piece of rubble in the distance, spinning in middair. Speculum stopped as well, and spoke to Zane.
"What's wrong, Vigil?" He asked.
"Defender is fighting Beserker. Over there." He said, pointing to the area where the piece of rubble went into the air.
"Damn! Ah...alright! I'll go help Calamity and the rebels, you go help Defender fight off Beserker!"
Zane nodded, and headed towards the direction of the rubble.
Beserker watched as the Golduck of the Gold Tribe managed to move out of the way in the last minute. However, Beserker could not stop himself, and the Aggron crashed into the wall, partially injuring himself in the process, while also destroying the wall there.
Beserker turned to the direction of the Golduck, and prepared to attack it once more. However, a moment later, he took a blind hit from a Smack Down sent by the Snorlax Gold Tribe member. The resulting hit sent Beserker to the ground once more.
Now he was mad. The Pokemon got up again, upset at the number of times the two Pokemon managed to injure him, but also impressed that they were able to do so.
"I'll admit, you two are the best challenge I've had since that battle in Gold City. It's certainly been a while! But now playtime is over. Get ready for a real fi-"
Beserker never got to finish his sentence, as a second later, Zane came crashing at him with an Iron Head straight to the back, sending him to part of the same wall he had just knocked down with Giga Impact and attack earlier. Zane landed on one knee, and pointed to the Aggron now lying on the ground as he spoke.
"You'd better get comfortable there on the ground, Beserker, because you're going to be spending the whole day there!"
Zane backed up next to Defender and Sword and Shield as Beserker began to get up and approach the three Gold Tribe members. Zane began speaking to them as the brute was en route.
"This Sentinel is too powerful for any one of us, but if we unite, and combine our strengths together, we can overcome him. Prepare yourselves, brothers!"
Zane got into a stance, and prepared for the oncoming battle as he initiated a Swords Dance. It was all or nothing against the Sentinel Beserker.
Beserker chooses to strike first running at the three, before stopping and jumping into the air, initiating another powerful Earthquake.
Speculum led the way through the Ancients from behind. Luckily, many still were unsuspecting of the major battle erupted behind them, and were often caught off guard as the battalion of Pokemon made a push to get to the rebels. The Ditto Gold Tribe member, who chose to fight as a Grovyle, used a Leaf Blade as he took down an unsuspecting Kabuto. Ancients began to turn to face them from behind, but it was too little, too late, especially with a Gold Tribe member in the lead. This was, after all, what a Gold Tribe member lived for, the front lines of a battlefield was like a second home to them.
After making a direct push through a group of Omanytes, Speculum found himself close to where other Pokemon were fighting. They were entrenched, and soon to be completely surrounded if they didn't get moving. He spotted Calamity fighting among the rebels, his Gold Tribe insignia shining brightly in the sun. Speculum also saw an Infernape. Strangely, it seemed to have a Gold Tribe emblem as well. Another survivor of the Gold Tribe? Speculum could hope, but wasn't sure just yet. He'll find out later.
Then Speculum saw another Pokemon battling close by the rebels. By his stature and body proportion, it appeared to be a Zangoose, but he wasn't sure, as the Pokemon was hooded and cloaked in black. However, on the Pokemon's belt was displayed a gold emblem of the Gold Tribe. Only Adam "Rey" Reed wore it there. Could this "Rey" really be their fallen leader? He would soon find out. Speculum and the Alpha Alliance forces approached the rebels after clearing the immediate area of Ancients, but more were soon to be on the way.
"Hey rebels! We cleared the area, but if we don't get out of here soon and join the rest of the army, we're going to get cut off! Come on, we've cleared a way for now!"
He spoke with impatience, as he always was a bit impatient, but the situation merited such behavior. The rebel leader "Rey" looked at the other rebels and nodded to the Ditto.
Speculum managed to get a few words with Calamity as they began running back into the action and out of the entrenched space.
"Hey Calamity, good to see you alright. Say, is the Infernape..."
"Gold Tribe." Calamity responded with a smile. Speculum returned a grin, staring back at the Infernape for a moment and giving her a quick nod. He then asked something else pressing of the Absol.
"...And this Rey, is he Adam 'Rey' Reed?" Speculum asked. However, before he could get a reply, Ancients began coming after the rebel's position, and attempted to surround and defeat them.
"We'll talk later!" Calamity said. "Make a path! Take out the Ancients!" He yelled, as he went in for a Night Slash on a Bastiodon. Speculum engaged the Ancients as well, as did the rest of the rebels. He saw 'Rey' begin fighting off a Rampardos with relative ease from the corner of his eye.
He moved like the Gold Tribe leader. He fought like the Gold Tribe leader. Was it really Adam 'Rey' Reed?
I'm posting the SU here as well xD didn't see that there was an SU thread since others had posted their SUs in the main thread.
Name: Taron Yess
Gender: Female
Age: 16 (I don't really know how old you're supposed to be when you're in High School, but everyone else types in 17, so should I too?)
Appearance: Taron is a slim, rather flat and short girl with chocolate brown skin. Her hair is in afro style, but she used to spend time braiding it roughly by herself to keep it out of the way when she lived out on the streets and when she came to the orphanage, some other girls and the nice ladies there taught her to braid it more nicely. The result is that her very dark brown hair is always divided into countless small braids that are often held up in a ponytail. She's thinking of getting dreadlocks, if she could ever afford it. Her face is kind of almond shaped, with rather high cheekbones and a narrow, cute nose. Her eyes are big and dark brown, with long eyelashes. All in all, she is very cute, and although she never really thought much about appearances before she started school, she is now aware of this and tries to use it to her advantage.
It's not easy when you've been poor all your life and never gotten any real jewelry or fine clothes, though. Taron dresses rather boringly, in mostly single colored, dark things. T-shirts and tank tops and hooded sweaters are common on her, as well as jeans and plain, slim trousers. The only thing she's got in the way of jewelry are a couple of earrings that she stole from a market many years ago in the streets. She had still been very young, but some older kids in the gang had pierced her ears for her, telling her that she could only keep the jewelry if she endured the pain without screaming. She had, and those earrings in real gold are a symbol for her struggle now.
Personality: (I'll just use this to describe how Taron relates to her negative trait...)
Taron is a bit impatient and has to strain herself from speaking her mind when she thinks somebody isn't doing something in the best of ways. She strives to make the best of her situation and be independent, but along with that goes her seemingly never resting sense of jealousy. It doesn't really matter how lucky or successful she gets; she always seems to find something to want that somebody else has, or think that something was unfair. She has been told this many times and most often she hasn't been wanting to listen to the critique. But there are times when she has listened to people she really respect, and where she has been able to swallow her pride and let go of the itching feelings. She'll need to learn to let go of them much faster and deeper if she's ever to save the world.
History: (forgive me for making an orphan, really. I never usually like them, but in this setting and with her personality, it just... fits)
Taron was born, but she isn't sure where. Not that it matters, since in this world every place is just as gloomy. She did grow up, however, and has memory of it. It was in the city of Jubilife, where she and a gang of other lost children did what they could to survive. Her last name was given to her by her friends there because of her habit of replying "YESSSSS!" to any interesting action anyone suggested to take. One night, Taron and some friends watched glow-worms fly across the sky above Jubilife. Maybe they were leaving these tragic lands for someplace better? Two bugs seemed to be fighting in the air though. One of them were clearly defeated, and fell down. Taron was first to reach its crash site, a dump container. The bug, a Volbeat, seemed depressed for losing and didn't care when Taron snatched it up in her arms before any of the other kids could claim it as theirs. She nursed it back to health, happy to have found something special. The Volbeat didn't really seem thankful at first, but it started following her around and eventually started helping her out. Taron named him Benjamin.
With Benjamin's tricks, the gang became good at stealing stuff and eventually they wanted to do more than just survive. Taron was one of the fiery souls that made their gang team up with some other lost child gangs and rob the shopping mall at night. Unfortunately, the alarm sounded and many children got caught by the rough guards. Taron was lucky, she was young enough to end up at an orphanage. She even got to keep Benjamin, though the police gave her a pokéball and told her to keep him in there as often as she could. Reluctantly, Taron surprised Benjamin and captured him. It took some time before he forgave her, but since it didn't really change their relationship, he soon accepted reality.
Now, Taron learned to write and read and even do a bit of maths. But things were still just as gloomy as out on the streets. Perhaps even more so. Kids here weren't happy for getting a piece of food to eat, they weren't happy for the nice ladies at the orphanage giving them warm clothes... Taron was soon sick of it all. She strived to learn to read and write properly and was finally allowed into a real school, where she had to work hard to keep up. She wanted to do better than everyone else and to be special. She hated that the other kids in school had real families and she was jealous of them. So jealous. The nice ladies at the orphanage, who Taron actually liked and respected, rewarded her for being such a good student. Eventually she didn't look like a ruffian anymore, but like an actual girl with whole clothes. She wanted more though. She didn't have nearly as much as all the other girls in school.
When the letter from Hope High School came, Taron finally felt some kind of victory. She had been noticed. Although it said the pick of students was random... so back to her bitter feelings she went. But she accepted the offer and left the orphanage and Jubilife City behind her, taking only her most prized clothes and possessions with her. Benjamin was included there, of course.
Negative Trait: Jealousy
Power: Telekinesis. Right before Taron left for Hope High School, she had only just noticed that she could make pencils and other small things nudge or roll over or even hover, by concentrating on them. She is a bit scared of this and hasn't told anybody.
Schedule:
Homeroom 1st period:um, ok... since she was doing well in schoolCore 3? 2nd period:Latin Lunch 3rd period:History/Mythology 4th period:Contests
Pokemon: Volbeat, named Benjamin or Ben for short. Male with no really unique appearance, though he'll be happy if I mention that he's a great flyer and really handsome.
RP Sample:
Spoiler:
It had been a week. One week since Helena's colleague remarked on her "new tattoo" on her neck and since she suddenly turned into a ghost in front of a friend. One week of sneaking off to practice secretly in places where she wouldn't be disturbed. She often had to take the subway to places where she knew her friends wouldn't be practicing parkour or something. But other days, she just strolled around downtown, practicing to keep invisible even during distraction. She was getting better at it. But the instant she forgot all about being invisible, she turned visible again. She had to focus. It was annoying really. She couldn't do anything really demanding if she wanted to stay invisible. Parkour worked, since it was second nature to her, but not all the time.
This day, she walked into a store close to the Andersson's apartment, to buy some chewing gum. She loved to always have one to chew absentmindedly on in her mouth, even if it made her look a bit dumb since she often chewed with her mouth open. There weren't many people in the store when she grabbed the package. She suddenly got an idea. The package wasn't too large... she focused, trying not to look too strained so that people would wonder what she was doing. And all of a sudden, she couldn't see the package anymore. But she could feel it, in her hand. She also couldn't see her own fingers. They just... stopped, oddly, at the middle of the palm of her hand. She had not only managed to make a single body part, or a few, disappear - she had also made an inanimate object invisible! Awesome!
But she couldn't be seen like this. Just as she had that thought and looked around, her fingers came back and so did the package. The strange shock of suddenly seeing her hand again made her drop the chewing gum package. She sighed and bent down to pick it up. When she got back up, a TV screen behind the counter caught her eye. The cashier was watching the news boredly, eating a sandwich. Helena was just going to look away, when she realized why it had caught her attention that sudden. She had heard the word 'Atlantean'.
"…large explosion occurring in Berlin, Germany today, thought to be the work of Atlanteans has rushed a bill through the United Nations calling for all Atlanteans to register themselves and their abilities with the local Atlantean Centre in all capital cities. The Atlantean Royal Family, lacking to presence of leader Blayze Nalaar, has today agreed with the UN authorities to support their decision and were the first to register. Anybody now caught using Atlantean Abilities without being registered or carrying a registration card will face detainment."
A tiny 'thud' was heard as Helena dropped the chewing gum package again. It made the cashier turn around, but he didn't see anyone. "Hello?" he asked. Then he shrugged, took a bite off his sandwich and resumed watching the TV.
Helena had turned herself invisible at once and stormed out from the store. Detainment? Registration? She had to go and be labeled like some kind of... cattle? Hell no! She had her rights! Her human rights! Anyways, she didn't want to show anyone her ability and she wasn't planning on going to some 'Atlantean Centre'. Her ability was invisibility for crying out loud, if anybody could stay hidden, it would be her. She hurried home and rushed into her room, closing the door firmly and sitting down on top of her bed for several minutes, pondering things. Before she had come to any good conclusions though, her brother knocked on the door. Before this incident, he hadn't knocked on her door since he was a pre-schooler. Somehow, she welcomed the sound. From a long lost memory of joyful, carefree times on the countryside.
"Va?" she muttered, knowing he would hear her. Jonas entered, glasses on his nose and his bright sand colored hair all messy as usual. He looked at her carefully, apparently deciding that she had a problem, for he closed the door behind him and sat down on the bed beside her. He was thinner than her, and taller already, despite being only 14 years old. His voice had only recently started to change, so right now it was a teenage mess of awkward noises. Helena thought it was really annoying, but she couldn't really blame him for something that genetics had done to him. Just like she shouldn't be blamed for her Atlantean genes... right?
"I saw the news on TV. You did too, didn't you." It wasn't really a question, but he wanted an answer.
"Japp," she replied, not looking at him. "I'm to be 'detained' unless I walk into a place where they... want to round up my people and treat us like cattle."
"You don't know that," Jonas said, smiling weakly. "Hah. You said 'my people'. You really are an Atlantean..."
"Sccchhh! What if mamma and pappa heard you! They'd send me away."
"No they wouldn't."
"You know they think I'm stupid," Helena said, then hesitated. She had never really opened up to her brother about her feelings. He had always been too young to understand anyways. But... he wasn't dumb.
"They don't. They love you. Even if you're an alien."
Helena looked up at him with an annoyed look. He smiled jokingly. "I think you should go."
"Oh, you don't want me here either? True... If I go away, you'll get my room."
"That's not it, syrran. But I don't want you to go to jail. You don't want to go to jail. Because it's only a matter of time before somebody sees you. How ironic that does sound... since you're invisible. Hehe."
Helena sighed. "But..." Was she going to do it? Maybe they would let her go home afterwards. Maybe it wasn't a concentration camp. She would just register and be on her way. They had no rights to do anything else. "But what should we tell mamma and pappa?"
"Let me handle that," Jonas said.
- - -
Only a few hours later, Helena was standing in a queue at the Sweden Atlantean Centre of Stockholm. There weren't too many people there. Perhaps Sweden didn't have many Atlanteans? Stockholm only held a couple millions inhabitants after all, much smaller than many cities in other countries that weren't capitals. Of course, Helena didn't think that last sentence. She could hardly remember how many they had been in her class at high school. It didn't interest her to know how many inhabitants lived here, nor there... It wouldn't take her too long to reach the front of the line.
She was so nervous... did she really want to do this? Register? No. She didn't. She really didn't. Why did she let her brother talk her into this? It wasn't too late to leave. She started taking some steps out from the line. A police officer immediately stepped up and asked her what was the matter. He spoke in a friendly tone, but Helena didn't perceive him as friendly. She wasn't allowed to leave. That was the ugly truth. She had to go on forward. Darn it.
Unless... unless she turned herself invisible now? And ran? She could... She could do it.
Appearance: The first thought most people have about Kieran's appearance, is that he must be some sort of jock. To an extent, this is true. Towering over most people at six foot, two inches, and weighing over ninety kilograms, Kieran is one to pump weights and exercise, however he puts very little into these, being naturally fit contributing further to his hubris. Living near the beach has allowed Kieran to achieve what some would consider a 'perfect' tan, much better looking than his pale white natural skin. Soft, close cropped hair, almost number two all over sits on top of his head, a dark reddish brown in colour. Contrast to his hair is a pair of Heterochromatic eyes, his left being a darker green while his right is a lightish blue beneath a pair of brown eyebrows, not too thick, but not too thin either. His squarish jaw, with prominent cheek bones covered in short, spiky stubble alongside his physique gives Kieran the appearance of a high school jock, his arrogance adding further to this.
As far as clothing goes for Kieran, anything that shows of his musculature and is comfortable to move in is general what plagues his wardrobe. Long sleeved shirts are also a rarity with Kieran, as his arms are too big to fit through them, having the trouble of often ripping the fabric of the shirt sleeves. V-necked utility shirts are the most common shirts he will wear, usually in monochromatic colours, but a few having darker colours such as dark browns, dark blues and reds. On cold days, he will venture to wear jeans, but anything smaller than straight cut are too small for his legs, so most of his jeans are either boot cut or straight cut. On warmer days, he will not hesitate to wear shorts or three-quarter pants, most of them being cargo, both dark and light to alternate with his shirts; he has a little bit of fashion sense, his other shorts are usually plain and darker in colour, with a wider range of colours. His shoes look a lot like this being a cross between cross-trainers and sneakers, as if he could pelt forward into a run at any time; with ankle socks in varying colours being worn in the shoes.
As far as accessories go, Kieran tries to keep it simple. A belt with a simple belt buckle will usually sit around the top of his shorts, not to secure them from falling down, but as mere additions to his clothing. An expensive silver analogue Rolex watch sits on his left hand, a flaunt of his families wealth and a way from Kieran to keep a track of the time. Although it is technically not an accessory, his teeth are quite white in colour, not from brushing, despite doing that twice a day now, but from being whitened by the dentist.
Personality:There are a lot of words to describe Kieran, most of them unsuitable to be written in an SU.
History: To say that Kieran lived a priviledged life would be an understatement. Born and raised for the first five years of his life in the wealthier parts of Goldenrod City to two wealthy parents, Kieran's entrance into life was nothing special but lucky. While many others out there struggled to eat at least once a day, Kieran had three freshly cooked meals a day, where they had cardboard and leaking roofs, Kieran had a stable house. The only trials Kieran ever faced on a daily basis was getting out of bed, having a shower and going to school. His father was one of the top lawyers in Goldenrod City, any person he took on managed to win their case; if only that had a fortune to fork out. His mother on the other hand bred and raised top quality Pokemon for a living; anything she bred and raised was pure bred, bred from species rather than egg group. As a young child, Kieran would often follow his father around, mimicking his father's habits, from which many of his habits originate; both good and bad. Kieran's father was his ultimate role model, everyone remarked how much he resembled the man, and acted like him too; his father on the other hand often ignored this and Kieran, having more pressing matters to attend to.
Shortly after his fifth birthday, Kieran moved out of the city with his parents and to a fairly large house on a plot of land north of Ecruteak City. Here he was far away from the poverty of the city where his mother had more space to expand her breeding business while his father commuted daily to his law firm in Goldenrod City. Since both his parent worked, neither had time for him, opting to pay for an au pair to look after Kieran while they were out at work, however Kieran always acted up for them, and never had one for longer than a few months. By the time he hit school age, they were happy to enrol him into school in Goldenrod City; one that was well worth the money to pay for. Here he got along with many of the students from rich parents like himself, only when he began to grow older, and the personality that would define his as a person began to emerge did his peers begin to question any friendship with him.
Fast forward to high school and the only thing that had changed in those ten odd years was his age, and the worsening of his personality. Having rich parents meant that Kieran was able to do a lot more than many of the other students, something he made sure everyone knew. He flaunted his parents money, rubbing it in everyone's faces that he was richer than them. He seemed to have a natural ability to be able to pick up languages, and by high school spoke both English and Spanish, beginning Japanese in his first year and quickly progressing ahead of the class. Despite having little to no friends and never having kept a girlfriend for more than a couple of weeks, Kieran still believed he was better than everybody else and acted like it too. Much of the school despised him, students even began to try and beat him up about it, but due to his natural body shape, weight lifting and martial arts training, he could easily fend them off, further boosting his ego. In class, teachers tried to teach him, but he would not accept their teaching method or believed he was right and they were wrong; his marks didn't help this point either. Eventually even the teachers despised him, heeding him little to no attention in class.
Kieran was introduced to Alec at the start of middle school/intermediate, a gift from his parents when Alec was still in an egg for getting thus far. Once Alec hatched, the first thing he saw was Kieran, and as such became attached to Kieran, following him around and in some instances mimicking him in various ways, eventually leading to Alec become just as arrogant as Kieran was. Kieran even took Alec to school, and when the two found a knack for battling, managed to win over and over again. Kieran put this all down to Alec's pure breeding and their natural skill.
When Kieran found out he had been accepted to go to Hope High, he saw this as an opportunity to get away from the people he saw as beneath him at the private boarding school he had attended, and also a sign that he was better than everyone else. He always continually looked for a way to make himself seem better than everyone else, flaunting this often.
Negative Trait: Arrogance
Power: Vocal Modification
Kieran's ability focusses around the manipulation of his own voice. Kieran has the possibility of amplifying his voice into a sonic scream, capable of shattering glass, eardrums and creating a sonic force, propelling items and people backwards. The ability to manipulate his voice also allows him to mimic other people's voices and perhaps even the cries of animals and singers. A slight hint of Omnilinguism is present, making it easier for Michael to pick up verbal foreign language easier. However, at this point in time, he can only raise his voice a couple of octaves, enough to give someone an ear ache, keep a tune while singing, and also able to mimic other's voices for only small sentences; meaning he is not yet fully aware of his ability. A side effect from this ability is that the vocal manipulation puts strain on his own voice box and throat, making his voice sounds slightly husky. If Kieran allows his arrogance to overtake him, he could eventually lose his voice.
Pokemon:
Alec is almost as arrogant as Kieran is. This common aspect is what brought them together, and keep them together till this day. With slightly larger prongs, and a slightly darker yellow coat, there is very little difference between Alec and other Elekid. However, this male Elekid is Kieran's voice of reason of sorts, electrocuting Keiran with a little shock if Kieran is being too arrogant.
RP Sample:
Spoiler:
Michael Cale - London, England
Michael heard a crash behind him which jolted him out of his sorrowful state; the world around him slowly becoming black as his power receded and his steely grey eyes turned back to their usual shade of blue. He opened his eyes and they blurred a bit as everything came back into focus, an effect of having using his abilities, not that he had any control over them anyway. He caught the last of Christians speech, "…could of killed her." Spinning around, he found Oakley lying on the floor, her face shocked as smoke billowed around her and arm now almost four times its usual size lying limply at her side. Christian towered over her, arm outstretched towards Oakley and smoke rising from his body. Smoke billowed around them, dissipating in the air save for around Christian where it was slightly thicker, almost obscuring him from view. Michael tried to focus on Christian, but it always seemed to him that the man somehow was intangible.
Seeing his sister in trouble stirred something lying deep within him, a flashback of when they were in Spain. It had been the summer before Michael was sent off to boarding school; Oakley was being harassed by some of the local boys calling her an 'outsider' and pelting her with stones. It was lucky that Michael took the same route home every day, as he would have never come across the scene if he chose to stay behind or go to a friend's place. Defending his sister caused him only a couple of bruises and perhaps a broken bone, but the satisfaction he got from defending her… he felt like a real big brother.
He snapped out of the second long flashback and went into automatic mode, moving quickly over to between Oakley and Christian, placing one hand on Christian's chest as anger flashing across his face. Despite being smaller than Christian by a fair bit, his inability to let harm come to his sister meant that he rose to the occasion, even if the odds seemed against him. Michael momentarily felt his hand phase through Christian's chest until it became solid again, leaving Michael unsure of whether it had really happened or not.
"No matter what your ability, curse, or gift is, you are amongst friends. Now, let's get a grip on our 'problems'," Christian finished when Michael had arrived.
"Stay the hell away from my sister, you almost killed her!" Michael was on the borderline of screaming at Christian, it was lucky that he had the least bit of restraint otherwise he would be screaming in Christian's face by now. There was nothing that Michael could really do, and once he realised this, the sensation of being unable to do anything started to overcome the anger that coursed through his veins.
Seeing the conflict between the two boys, River stepped in between them, separating them apart from each other with ease. "That is enough!" she said angrily, "we are not here to fight or make enemies, so keep quiet and stand still." She glared angrily at the both of them before leaning down to assist Oakley lying hopelessly on the ground. She took the crystal from around her neck and hovered it over Oakley's arm. Within seconds the arm had regressed back to its normal state, with only a couple of small pimple like spots of armour left. "This will only hold your power back for a little while," River cautioned, "but it will not always be available."
She got up, glaring further at the two boys before returning to the front of the room, "now that we have had enough drama for today, let's finish this." River pointed to the older lady and her younger male friend, "you two may go through the door only my left behind us, there you will finish processing and sent back to your families." She gestured to the other four that resided once the two left, "you four will be coming with me though the other door behind me. Quickly now, and no drama," she warned before briskly turning around and walking through.
Michael let it go, he didn't have the time to let Christian get to him. He reached down, grabbing Oakley's other arm that had not been a massive armour arm and gently helped her to her feet. "I have some explaining to do later," was all that he said to her before he followed River out the door, behind the girl that had stood and watched.
The door took them down a small hallway that ended in a door that led out to a courtyard, just big enough to fit the helicopter without it having crushed or destroyed anything. River stood in the door, helping the girl before him get in. She offered him a hand too and he took it, taking the seat beside where River was going to sit, opposite the two girls, whom sat with a seat between them, but were already striking up a chatting storm. He waited for Oakley and Christian to get in, and once they had, River slammed close the side door, signalling to the pilot to lift into the air. Chucking her headset on, she motioned to the rest of them to do the same.
"We are taking you to a secure location, about half an hour away, please stay seated and belted in until we land." Her voice cut off and she stared out the window in silence as the other girls continued to chat to each other.
Appearance: Atom is somewhat Welsh looking, with his dark hair, dark eyes and tanned skin. He's about 180ish centimetres tall (or 6 feet) and is a little muscle-y in appearance due to his previous experiences with baseball. His hair is fashioned in a punky kind of way, using natural grease from his scalp as a mouse to style it to the right (like this and more like this put together, but black hair), fit with a chin strap style facial hair. He has an assortment of piercings, one on his left eyebrow, one under the left side of his lip, four on his left ear (a small stretcher, another stud next to it, an ear cuff and one at the top) and two on his right side (another small stretcher and stud next to it). He has rings under his eyes usually thanks to frequent nights where he has consecutively gone to bed past 3am.
His face is rather slender, his cheekbones defined and his nose is slightly crooked, thanks to a fight he had with a student. He has very, very slight scars on his face also, but only if you leaned right into his face could you see them. The scars on his knuckles are far more noticeable.
Body-wise, Atom is lean and fit. Not in a steroid kind of way, but in a "I have a faint six-pack" which can be seen when he takes his shirt off. He also has several, small tattoos on his right arm, hip and neck, all small, black stars.
In his wardrobe, Atom isn't a fashionista, usually wearing what makes him feel comfortable. This usually ranges from long sleeve tees to normal tees, maybe a collared, button up shirt if he's going out. Jeans and cargo pants are usually the lower torso's choice, maybe skinny jeans if he's feeling cool enough. Shoes aren't really varied either, going for a converse look usually. He has a chain which attaches his wallet to his pants and a mobile phone in his pocket.
Atom may also be seen carrying a baseball bat or a guitar case.
Personality: "Handle with care" is the only warning you'll get.
History: "Addison Elijah Watcher" was born to a pair of very young lovers in Kanto who were too obsessed with the idea of love and raising a child than to realise that they barely had the finances to look after themselves, let alone a baby. At first, they worked as trainers, where using their Pokémon to battle and fight was the only way they knew to get money. It worked great after a while, but as eight years passed, cracks seemed to form between their relationship. They were only twenty-six at this point and topics such as 'seeing the world' and 'haven't done anything with my life' propped up until finally, the father left, leaving Addison and his mother alone.
As Addison grew up without a father and barely with a mother (she was always away, working to survive), he went to school and tried to fit in. Unfortunately though, when he moved schools (and countries, to Nacrene City in Unova) at the age of thirteen, his 'buddy' who was meant to show him around the school introduced him to the wrong sort of friends; friends who like to party, friends who liked to get in trouble, friends who were not a good influence at all. He attended his first party soon after, drinking his first beer, smoking his first cigarette and kissing his first girl. The 'party at Ben's house' was a pretty memorable event, earning him his nickname; Adam was short for Addison and Atom spawned from that. In that year, he learned guitar, joined a baseball team, joined a band, got a girlfriend, lost a girlfriend, left a band and went to a whole lot of parties doing all kinds of crazy things. At school, he got into fights without reason and was constantly ending up in the principal's office. Meanwhile at home, his mother, who felt she had no control over Atom, continued to barely make ends meet, now without the help from her son.
As a year passed and Atom came home continuously drunker and angrier and with more bruises each week as well as frequent trips to detention, his mother forced him to make a promise to stop, that he would pass this year of high school. He broke the promise after three days, on the night of his mother's birthday. He snuck out to a party and only after an hour, the entire house was arrested by the police for being underage, drunk and in some cases, possession of drugs. Atom was then sentenced to four weeks house arrest (he might have got away with a warning if he hadn't punched the officer in the face) and begun to show symptoms of withdrawal from his usual life. He fought because he liked the power and the rush. He went to parties because he liked to drink, he liked to go crazy. He couldn't handle being away from it all, he felt powerless, he felt uncool, he felt as if he had no friends. He did it all for his own selfishness but he was okay with that. It took only four days before he became agitated and a week before he lost it completely, raging out on his mother, throwing lines like 'this is why dad left you' and attacking her mentally. When that didn't work, he hit her and tried to run away, but was caught by her Pokémon. Little did he know that this first bout of anger was first stages of his power. It was then when his mother contacted Hope High School, as a suggestion from his principal, as a last resort to save her son.
He received the letter soon after and though wished to decline, was forced again by his mother, her even picking out his subjects.
Negative Trait: Temptation
Power: Lycanthropy/Therianthropy, based not off the full moon, but off his mood. It works in stages and as he gets angrier, the effects get more and more intense. First stage is heightened senses, strength and acting off impulse. After that, his appearance starts to change (he gets hairier and with claws and fangs and stuff) and he acts more on impulse than with strategy.
Pokemon: Nova, a female Shinx whose only appearance difference is that her hair curls (like a cowlick). Nova is a free soul and often annoys Atom with her playfulness and cheer. She was given to Atom by his mother (Nova was an offspring of her own Luxray and Mightyena) and was told to look after him. She's beginning to grow on him, but ever so slowly.
RP Sample: From Atlantis!
Spoiler:
Oakley North - London, England
"…a large explosion occurring in Berlin, Germany today, thought to be the work of Atlanteans has rushed a bill through the United Nations calling for all Atlanteans to register themselves and their abilities with the local Atlantean Centre in all capital cities. The Atlantean Royal Family, lacking to presence of leader Blayze Nalaar, has today agreed with the UN authorities to support their decision and were the first to register. Anybody now caught using Atlantean Abilities without being registered or carrying a registration card will face detainment."
"This is all a little surreal, don't you think?" Oakley's dad gave her a small laugh. She looked back at him with a bleak smile. Surreal? She should know. It was all quite unbelievable to her. Ever since the Atlanteans 'revealed' themselves, Oakley's life had gone from perfect to one big pile of crap. She had been on her way to graduating from such a prestigious academy with good marks to sitting on her father's lounge chair with her right arm tied up in a fake sling and cast. She didn't like lying to her father. In fact, she had not done so since she was like five and told him she had not cleaned her teeth before bed. But for this, it was important. He didn't need to know about the freakish pieces of armor that grew on her arm, or how it could expand to like four times the size of her actual arm when she got too stressed. He would just worry. Since Oakley's mother's death or her brother's separation from the family, he didn't need anything that would make him bust a valve again. He was the best he had been in a while. "What do you think, Oakley?" She snapped her head to him when she heard her name. Was this a test? Did he know? Did he suspect something? She felt a twinge of pain in her right arm. Oh god, it was moving.
"Hah, I don't know!" she said, her voice shaking slightly. Oh god, it's going to explode and he's going to find out and Oakley won't be able to explain anything. "Super powers sound a little bit like nonsense to me, ha-ah..."
"Are you alright, Oaks?" Her father frowned at her. She shook her head furiously and stood up as the pain moved up her arm, reaching her elbow. She grabbed it and squeezed it tightly, adding some more to her father's confusion.
"Yes, yeah, I'm okay! I'm just gonna... lie down. My arm hurts," and with that, she quickly scurried off to her room, gripping her arm with her left hand as tight as she could. As soon as she was inside her room, she slammed the door behind her and immediately pulled off the fake cast and sling. Just as she thought. The armor had moved up to her elbow, even going as so far as making her forearm expand. And it hurt. She couldn't say like a broken arm, on account she had never had her arm broken before. But if she could take a wild guess, this was probably it.
So then and there, sitting on the floor of her temporary bedroom in her father's house in London, she made up her mind. She was going to run away.
* * *
"What's your power?"
"What?"
"I said, what's your power?"
"I... Why?" Oakley frowned at the stranger behind her in line. He was older than she was, probably 23 or 24, though it confused her why he was curious. As soon as Oakley had packed her things in a backpack, rewrapped her arm back up and told her father she was 'heading out to the store', she had left for the bus station. The closest one of these 'Atlantean Centres' was the London one, which happened to be one of the most busiest places she had ever been to. People were everywhere, lining up in lines to prove their Atlantean existence. Some were lead to rooms, some were turned away. She turned back to the man, who gave out a cheesy grin.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Mine is super bad ass," he gave her cast a sheepish look. Oakley frowned and shook her head. She didn't want another accident.
"Whatever!" he laughed again. "Mine is so awesome! Just watch!" He held his breath and then exhaled as his face turned red. Then, he clapped his hands and smiled back at her. With no difference whatsoever. "See?"
"Nothing happened," Oakley stared at him, trying to find some difference. Nope, nothing.
"Dude, I glow. You just can't see it at daytime!"
"What?"
"Next!" Oakley spun around as it was her turn, blinking at herself. He glowed? What? She approached two guards, police officers maybe, who quickly jabbed her left arm with a needle. She gasped and as they pulled it out, a small bump appeared, which then was covered over with a growth of armor. With a nod, they let her through, hearing a "what, that metal stuff on her arm! That's your power?! Lame!" behind her from the guy. She was lead to a room with several desks, doctors behind them and asking questions to people at desks. Oakley was pushed to a desk, where a very tired looking lady looked over her glasses and spoke with the most monotonous voice.
"Name?"
"Oakley North."
"And what's your ability, Oakey?" The doctor leaned her head on her shoulder and her eyelids drooped. Was she bored? Tired? Both? Oakley inhaled then pulled off the cast, revealing the armor plates. The doctor immediately sat up, rubbed her eyes then began to jot notes. She asked questions as Oakley answered them as shortly as possible. When they were done, Oakley wrapped her arm back up, was handed a slip of paper and motioned to another door. This one was to a large waiting room, full of people. She pulled a face and carefully picked a spot on the ground. One with the least amount of dirt and people. She gave a sigh. What a day. At least her armor hadn't acted up since she got here. She felt surprisingly at peace, with all her freakish brethren surrounding her, but uncomfortable enough to avoid anyone. Still, she was not up for unwrapping her arm for any kind of random person yet.
Reserve me a spot, please. I'm putting together the bare bones of this SU as we speak. I'm done!
Status: Done!
Name: Alexis Scaffidi
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: If you were to stereotype Alexis based on her appearance, you'd most likely end up describing her somewhere along the lines of the *****y upperclassman; with her massive height of six feet three, slender hourglass stature and and ample breasts, this impression is easy to give off. Her face is oval-shaped and very well-defined, with high cheekbones and a very pointed chin. Alexis's eyes, which are always underlined with a thin layer of eyeliner, are pitch-black in color, and they seem to emanate a sort of sinister beauty. The bright red color of her lips--or rather, her lipstick--contradicts her pale complexion, further adding to the "sinister beauty" factor of her appearance.
Her hair falls in beautiful black curls to her shoulders, with a few wild strands hanging between her eyes. She pays a lot of attention to her hair, having a big stash of hair products under her dormitory bed; these cover dyes, hair vitamins, curling and straightening irons and an assortment of hair accessories. Although she often wears her hair down, she likes to experiment with her hairstyle--some of the most common being a simple ponytail, braids and even pigtails if she feels like it.
As for her wardrobe, Alexis is very fond of two-piece tops with dark colors--in fact, no one has really seen her don anything else. A favorite of hers is a slightly transparent black blouse, layered with a black tank top decorated with the insignia of her favorite clothes' brand, ERode. As for the bottom area, she usually wears white skinny jeans with holed knees, held up by a white leather belt. She enjoys practical footwear, such as Converse, sneakers or even sandals. She also likes to wear simple black bangles and a pair of earrings. (I drew a picture of her, it's attached to this post.)
Personality: (I'll just write a teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeny bit, okay?) Alexis is a clever girl, and is fully capable of devising brilliant plans within a few minutes. Although she has a bad memory, her logical brilliance is more than enough to make up for this drawback. Add to this her beauty and natural affinity for battling, and it's hard to fault her for being proud. Alexis possesses a sharp tongue and close to no tact, often paying no heed to the rules, and even encourages herself to break them just for the thrill of it. Her pride often leads her to undermine other people's capabilities, which is a troublesome habit that drags down her battling skills. She absolutely despises losing, and after a loss she will put her Pokemon through very intensive training until she deems them strong enough.
History: Alexis was born into what would be considered a middle-class family if the world was a normal one. However, considering the state the world was in, her family was pretty up there in the social ladder. Her parents worked at the Jubilife TV Station; her father was a director, and her mother a news anchor. Their income was enough to support their five children, which was a rarity at the time. Her family was fairly normal, all things considered, and Alexis lived a fairly content childhood. As a child, Alexis was quite the tomboy; being accustomed to living with the active and sporty nature of her four brothers, it's no surprise that Alexis grew up to be quite the opposite of feminine. She preferred mud between her toes to rings on her fingers, and loved to play sports with her brothers since she had no friends of her own--at least none that could spend their time playing.
However, a strike of misfortune came along. Alexis's father lost his job, and her mother's paycheck wasn't quite enough to cover the living costs of seven people--especially in a world as chaotic as this one. Damien, the eldest brother, was sent to military school almost immediately after the job loss, and soon Christopher, the second child, followed. Within a few months, all of the Scaffidi siblings were either assigned to military school or to a cheap boarding school. Alexis, being female, suffered the latter fate.
The boarding school was not a very good one, which was understandable considering her parents' financial situation. Add to that fact the state the world is in, and it's not strange that things were pretty rough there. The school's environment was not very ideal; bullying was at large, and none of the teachers seemed to care. What little rules the school had was promptly ignored; as such, with nothing threatening them, the strong assumed complete authority over the weak. Alexis managed to survive this condition using her extraordinary beauty, and even became one of the "bullies" of the school. This is the phase where Alexis started to pay attention to how she looked--with all the money she received from other students, voluntarily or otherwise, she began to buy beauty products on a large scale. Makeup, manicure products, clothes, you name it. She had a big influence over the student body, and with her cunning, manipulative nature, nobody with a working brain dared to get in a tangle with her. Her Misdreavus, Wight, also possessed adequate strength after being put through so many intensive trainings, further attributing to Alexis's notoriety.
The boarding school offered basic academic studies, all of which Alexis excelled in with her natural intelligence, but its main focus was Pokemon Battles. Although these are mostly just theories about usage of specific items and effects of moves, there were practical sessions where students are forced to pit their Pokemon against one another; here, Wight triumphed over most of her oppositions, a testament to her battling skills. This was mostly because she feared Alexis's wrath--and the intensive-training-bordering-on-torture that came with it--should she lose.
When the letter from Hope Academy was slipped under her dorm room door, Alexis was pretty indifferent about going. She didn't like the whole goody-goody atmosphere they made the school seem like, but she did want a change of scenery, after being stuck in the boarding school for so long. After a bit of debating with herself, she took up the offer, packed up her belongings and headed for whatever's beyond the Snowpoint City.
Negative Trait: Pride.
Power: Atmokinesis--the ability to manipulate weather. Alexis is able to modify all sorts of weathers on a whim, being able to summon wild thunderstorms in a perfectly clear day, and of course vice versa. She is also able to control wind currents, and solidify them into various shapes, such as crescent-shaped blades or even a shield. She can also use wind currents to block, decrease the power of or redirect ranged attacks. That being said, at her current power level, she can only intensify sunlight mildly and slightly increase the strength of precipitation. This ability is completely useless indoors, at least for the time being.
Schedule:
Homeroom
1st period: Core 4 (p.s. I don't know how this stuff works, so if for some reason Alexis can't take that class due to age reasons or whatever else, tell me, okay? Curse you non-American/British school I go to!)
2nd period: Latin
Lunch
3rd period: History/Mythology
4th period: Battling 101
Pokemon:
Wight, a female Misdreavus. Wight looks like a normal Misdreavus in every sense and form. Her personality is basically a carbon copy of Alexis's, except for the fact that she isn't rebellious; Alexis sees to it that Wight obeys her every command.
RP Sample: From Pokemon Reborn: Synchronize
Spoiler:
New Bark Town. A quaint little town at the southeastern end of Johto, and the next town over from the Pokemon League. It was quite a cheery atmosphere this town has, unlike the one Rena is accustomed to in Ecruteak. Its residents were quite normal and insignificant in personalities, but they seemed nice enough, at least from what Rena have seen. There were some oddballs among said residents, though, like the professor nervously chattering in front of Rena right now.
He had been yammering about how she was among the nine special children--"Syncs", he called them--and that they were about to undertake a big journey. The letter said as much, Rena thought, what's new? Never did she expect that the answer would be searching for the Legendary Pokemon! As an Ecruteak resident, of course she knows a vast amount of Pokemon Mythology, especially after the legend of the Burned Tower was--pardon the bad pun here--burnt into her mind.
After his little speech was done, the professor asked his assistant--Amber, he called her--to give out the items needed for their journey to start off on the right foot. She handed out some things to Rena. Before Amber moved on to the next Sync, Rena put on her cheeriest face and thanked her briefly. She looked at the things Amber just gave her. There were six PokeBalls, one apparently occupied by her new Pokemon. Next came the gadget Professor Elm called the Poketch X; these came in all sorts of colors, but hers was a shiny black--quite well-camouflaged against the black armbands she always dons. And then some medicinal items that Rena couldn't tell apart. Oh, well. She'll figure it out later.
Now to meet her Pokemon. "Now how am I supposed to open this thing?" Rena wondered as she fiddled with the PokeBall which is supposedly the container of her new Pokemon. She tried to open the casing, and apparently it worked--unfortunately, the PokeBall was facing her head, and after the blinding red beam that came out of the PokeBall subsided, an Oshawott appeared out of nowhere, its paws clinging onto both of Rena's cheeks. "Osha?" it said, looking at Rena bewilderedly. Rena laughed and picked the little thing off her face.
"Well, aren't you just adorable! And what's your name?" Rena asked it.
"Oshawott," it said, still looking at Rena, confused.
"You can call me Rena," Rena said. She hugged the Oshawott tightly. It's no secret that Rena has a thing for cuteness.
Professor Elm spoke again. "Okay, everyone, now that you have everything, I've sorted you into groups. I'd like you to stick together, as this will likely make the process smoother than you all being individual or as a large group. The following is group one: Helena Kenshaw, Ian Pull, and Dale Arkuna. Group two is Jason Moral, Amber Caulfield, and Naomi Genava. Group three is Evily Aquana, Rena Russels, and Joshua… erm…" Here he paused, because the boy apparently had no last name. "…Joshua. So get to know each other, and you can go off!"
"Alright now Oshawott, lets go meet our teammates!" Rena looked around and recognized Joshua, the oddly-dressed boy. He was busy fiddling with his Poketch X, so Rena decided to leave him alone for now. She went the other way and met her other teammate, Evily Aquana.
"Hey there! How're you doing?" Rena asked the girl brightly.
And, should that fail to impress (very likely, I must say), an excerpt from an unreleased Fairy Tail fanfic I wrote:
Spoiler:
Soothing sounds of an ending drizzle could be heard all around Magnolia. As dawn rose, one by one people flooded out into the street to go about their usual business. Lucy headed to the Fairy Tail Guild at the speed of a turtle with a broken leg, yawning all the way. Mira-san had informed her yesterday that Erza was waiting for her at right about now, and if she didn't run she would be late, and naturally Erza would be angry. But the rain soothed her so, and she didn't really pay any heed to anything else, just listening to the quiet drips and drops that can be heard every once and again.
When she passed the black gate pinched by two solid pillars of light brown stones, she tripped over a puddle and landed headfirst into yet another puddle. Still sleepy even after the fall, Lucy released a quiet sigh and sauntered nonchalantly towards the guild, and pushed open the whitewashed door. Not surprisingly, a glare from a pair of piercing red eyes immediately greeted her.
"You're late," Erza scolded.
"Sorry," Lucy muttered almost inaudibly, and she collapsed to the nearest table, apparently landing on top of a slumbering Natsu. Oh...he's here too. So it must be a mission, Lucy thought, still half-asleep.
Erza looked at the unlively bunch of mages that were supposed to be her teammates, and shook her head in disapproval. She grabbed the nearest chair and slammed it on the floor with such force that Lucy felt small shockwaves. Naturally, she was instantly fully awake, especially after Natsu headbutted her chin when he jerked his head up in shock.
"Alright, alright, I'm awake, I'm awake," Lucy said with a small scowl.
Apparently, that morning was so calm that everybody--everybody but Erza, that is--felt like taking the day off. The guild was empty save for a sliver of people who were dozing off on a table or on the floor. Mirajane cleaned up the bar while Master Makarov read a Sorcerer's Magazine while leaning on said bar. Gray was waking up on his table, along with Juvia, no doubt from the loud thumping noise Erza created with her chair. Gajeel was two tables behind them, looking bored, while fiddling with Pantherlily's tail. Wendy sat next to him while chatting incoherently with Charle. An awkward silence passed, until Erza broke it.
P.S. There's not a whole lot of samples I can muster, since I'm fairly new to the Roleplay Corner, so I'm hoping that your decision would be based more on my SU than my sample.
History: (Foster child had to do it for her negative trait) Lynn was born to an alcoholic father with a mother who was to afraid to do anything. As she grew older Lynn was being beaten by her father until one day a teacher at her elementary school noticed the bruises on her arms. The teacher reported the incident to social services and Lynn was taken from her family and put into foster care at the age of six. As the years went by Lynn was moved from Foster home to Foster home never staying in one place for long. Most of the homes she was treated no better than her father treated her, but a few of them she was actually cared for. On her sixteenth birthday Lynn recieved a letter from Hope High School and her current Foster family sent her there wanting to be rid of her.
Negative Trait: Fear. Due to years of abuse Lynn is near afraid of everything
Power: slow time: At the age of 13 Lynn discovered she could cause time to slow around her just for a few seconds.
Schedule:
Homeroom
1st period: Pre-Calculus
2nd period: Japanese 3
Lunch
3rd period: History/Mythology
4th period: Pokemon Care and Breeding
Pokemon: A female Togepi named Feara
RP Sample: From Pokemon Trainer Academy
Spoiler:
Rosalyn Smith
Rosalyn sighed as she stepped in yet another puddle of the dirty water. "That's it, I'm turning back and taking a nice long bath to clean the dirt off my legs, and I have t try to save these shoes" she muttered angrily holding her dress up a bit as she turned back to keep it out of the water. She took a few steps and then shrieked as something jumped out of the murky water soaking her completely. After wiping her face and silently thanking the fact her bag was water proof her eyes widened when she saw a Seviper in front of her looking at her menacingly. "Jazz help me" she whispered tossing up the Pokeball that held her Squirtle watching as the small turtle Pokemon appeared in front of her. "Gyro Ball" she said stepping back as Jazz tucked himself into his shell and spun fast hitting the Seviper in the head before he landed on his feet.
Rosalyn let out a cheer at the success of the move but it was short lived when the Seviper wrapped his tail around Jazz and squeezed drawing a small cry from her Pokemon. "Jazz!" she yelled trying to think as the wild Pokemon kept squeezing, "Use Bite Jazz" she called smirking when the Squirtle bit down on Seviper's tail getting free from the wrap. "Now use Ice Beam!" Rosalyn said grabbing a great ball from her bag as Jazz stood up straight charging up the icy blue beam and sending it at Seviper. The Seviper tried to dodge but the attack hit his tail and the water freezing it. As soon as she saw this Rosalyn threw the Great Ball at the Seviper and held her breath as the ball shook.
"come on, catch it" she thought her hands clasped together and once she heard the click she let out her breath and smiled at Jazz who brought her the Great Ball. "thanks Buddy" she said returning him and looking at the Great Ball "Swampy, your name is Swampy in honor of this place that I am never coming to again" she said putting the ball away and hurrying the rest of the way out of the swamp.
Rosalyn kept walking still angry and upset that she was soaked through from the wet dirty water in the swamp "I'm probably gonna catch a cold or worse" she said to herself not paying attention to the path just going the way she thought led back to the academy. A few minutes later she stopped finding herself outside of what looked like the entrance to a cave "this must be the Mountains" she sighed looking around her "went the wrong way" she said before she heard a boys voice screaming something from inside the cave followed by a boy in Suicune Jacket shoving past her on his way out. She glared at the boys retreating back before going into the cave to find the source of the screaming. She ran into the cave shivering a bit from the cool air on her wet skin and hair but she didn't stop and went in farther just in time to see a boy collapse in front of what looked like an oddly colored rock. "oh my, are you okay" she said worriedly going to the boy who looked to be her age and was hurt.
(OOC: Yeah... Didn't see this... Posted in the main thread xD Ah well.)
Name: Soul Muze
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: If you looked directly at Soul, no doubt the first thing you would notice would be his pure golden eyes. Not the bored or irritated expression on his face, not his normal nose nor ears nor well defined chin, but his glowing eyes that seem to cut you in half with a single glance. These eyes, in the dark, play a trick on most people, seeming to be slightly oval-ish like a reptile's should be. But in the day, the eyes seem like any other person's, save the yellow filled iris around it. However, the color complements nicely against his lightly tanned skin and face (No, he's not "Twilight" pale. Sorry Ladies).
Soul stands at a moderate 6'0''. However, since he is slouched over most of the time, it seems like he is a few inches shorter, 5'10'' or 5'11'' maybe. But, with an athletic build like most runners due to training with his Pokémon
Jet black hair covers Soul's head in an intriguing fashion. The top, while fairly longer than the sides that just cover the tips of his ears, sticks up in the front and on the top, giving others the impression that he just staggered out of bed. No matter how much time or how many times he combs it, it will ultimately return to this way in mere moments. However, despite this, the hair on the back of his head is the polar opposite; always straight down.
Around his neck, Soul has a black headband set over his attire. He considers the headband "lucky" and hardly ever takes it off his neck. Sometimes, when he gets cold (again, hardly ever), he puts the headband actually around his head. On his feet, he wears a pair of white sneakers with three black stripes.
Soul favorite outfit: A red t-shirt along with a pair of jeans. Although the jeans are fairly loose, he holds them up with a brown "Parachute" belt. However, the shirt is the perfect size for him. Two black "Ho-oh" wings take up a good portion of the front of the shirt. On the back, right below the collar, are the words "Forti" in cursive lettering. Soul wears this attire almost on a regular basis. He keeps Takeo's Pokeball along with a few spare on the back of his belt. But, to carry his books, he has an orange and black striped one-compartment sports bag.
Personality (Yeah. I wrote stuff because I had it saved and whatnot... might as well ^^') :Soul is a fairly calm person, most of the time appearing bored, and can often be seen slouched over with his hands in his pockets. Sometimes, he intentionally appears annoyed in a vain attempt to keep people out. Not really the one for company, he doesn't have the drive to go out and make friends. Often, it makes him seem semi-angsty.
When talked to, he usually makes some sort of witty or insulting comment during the conversation in a vain attempt to end the engagement. However, he can be quite punctual and is irritated easily by some mundane things, mostly explaining something he finds easy or repetition, and he becomes facetious.
Soul hates others, finding conversations boring or repetitive and most people hypocritical about everything around them. He enjoys the company of Pokémon vastly more. To him, Pokémon seem more diverse and interesting than most people, and he treats every one with respect. Battling seems to be the one time he actually attempts to communicate with another person, if only to give directions. He loves the thrill and competitive temperament of the brawl as well. Despite this, after a battle, win or lose, he reacts the same way, walking off the battlefield without another word and disappearing almost instantly.
Around Pokémon, Soul's true colors shine. His bored nature seems to fade away around them, and Soul becomes… well, energetic and interested in what he is doing. For example, when he trains his Pokémon, he also does some physical activity, whether it is taking or dodging attacks, or even trying to spar with his Pokémon. Heck, he even talks to his Pokemon more than other people. However, he tries to be far away from anyone when he trains, mortified someone may see him.
Soul is fairly smart for his age. Finding a challenge in tough classes and puzzles, this is one of the thinks that pushes him through the day. This innate intelligence also drove him into competitive battling for the thrill. This doesn't mean he is the best, just… smart in his decisions.
History: Although born in Sootopolis City, Soul never spent much time there. Soon after his birth, his father, a scientist, got a new job in a research center in Lavender Town. Here, Soul met his first friend, a Gastly that "haunted" his new home. While he didn't officially "catch" the Pokémon until he was eight, the two were inseparable. A few times, his parents became worried that he was spending too much time with the Gastly, and tried to separate the two. Disgusted, Soul clenched onto the Pokémon even more, secretly meeting the Pokémon whenever he could. Nevertheless, every once in a while, either someone would sell him out, or threaten to tell about the meetings, perhaps distancing Soul even farther away from humanity.
Like a growing number of kids, when Soul was old enough to attend school, he despised it. Most of the time, he found everyone around him almost insufferably dull. Believing everyone was just dense, he ignored them, never really gaining a social life. To fill the hole, Soul began to spend even more time with Hades (As he came to call the Gastly).
Despite his parent's dislike to having Pokémon, he soon found something that they hated even more: battling. First seeing the sport on television, Soul almost immediately after began training Hades to fight, using the Pokémon's natural mischievous attitude to their advantage. Although he thought of it as a competition, and was the only way he actually communicated with other people, his parents frowned upon this apparently "Immoral" sport. Like everything else, Soul ignored their spite, training Hades and battling regularly. In the end, he ended up spending more time at the Pokémon Center and Fields then at school. However, as much as he wanted to, his parents would not let him leave school in order to train.
Even so, towards the end of his Sophmore year of High School, along with Hades evolving, Soul, while walking down Route 12, spotted a Buizel floating lazily in the current. Like any aspiring trainer, he could tell the Pokémon was extremely rare, if not, unheard of in the area. A battle quickly ensued and Soul was the victor, catching the Pokémon. Soul thought training the Pokémon would be a challenge, but apparently, the Buizel gained a sort of respect for Soul. When he received the letter to attend the new school, an offer which he instantly accepted, he took the Buizel (Whom he named "Takeo") with him to his new school, leaving Hades behind to cause mischeif.
Negative Trait: Solitude
Power: Ice: Because of his power, it seems that Soul is less susceptible to cold weather. In addition, with the presence of a liquid, Soul is actually able to freeze it solid, and into any shape he cares. Currently, he can't do much more then chill a glass of water.
Schedule:
Homeroom (this is when the teacher will take attendance and read the daily announcements)
1st period: Core 3 (Vying to move to Core 4)
2nd period: Latin
Lunch
3rd period: History/Mythology
4th period: Battling 101
Pokémon: Species: Buizel (Takeo)- Gender: Male Personality (brief): Disrespectful to others besides Soul. Most of the time, can be seen relaxing with his arms crossed. Last one he has caught and therefore, the one he thinks needs the most attention. Has a scar running over his left eye.
Not with him (Currently staying at the Lavender Town PokeCenter) Haunter (Hades)- Gender: Male Personality: Bit of a jokester. Constantly in trouble. Most people in Lavender Town seem to know him for his pranks and illusions.
Sorry I'm so stuffy today people. Running on little sleep and even less time :P
GENERAL NOTE: I am going to clarify some of the requirements for characters
age: The school is taking people between the ages of 13 and 19.
languages offered: Latin, English, AP English, Spanish, Japanese
math classes offered: Core 1, 2, 3, 4, and Advanced Calculus
Supervegeta: You are reserved.
Red's Hawt Chibi Pelippers: You are accepted. I think that I'm going to limit the maths to Core 1, 2, 3, and 4, which covers the four years of math High Schoolers take in general. Advanced Calculus is also offered.
雷影 イチロ: You are reserved.
Skymin: You are reserved. Could you explain to me a bit what you mean by temptation?
Saturated Hue: You are reserved. History/Mythology is one class.
TiTaN.JuStIn: You are reserved.
~Genevieve~: I'm afraid that your SU is declined. Your RP sample isn't quite at the standards I'm looking for for this one, sorry. Also, I do not accept pictures as appearances, her history isn't as in depth as I would like, and abilities have only been given to these people within the past month.
Wolf in the Rain: *sigh...* I guess you're accepted. ^.~
Reserve me, please, Mira? I'll either be a student with the trait of fear or a teacher. I'll talk to you about that as soon as I can -- don't have time right now. Thanks! ^^
Appearance: Elizabeth isn't somebody you'd see as an... intimidating person. Standing an unimpressive 5'5" in height and having a rather slender figure, she's probably the last person you'd expect to pull a knife on you, though finding the switchblade that she always carries in her pocket would inform you otherwise. Her face is heart-shaped and features soft, automatically giving others a false assumption of her disposition that is only hinted to be false by her ice-blue eyes and starkly black hair with red stripes. Genetics have left Elizabeth with pale skin that doesn't easily tan, but she spends so much time in the sun during the summer that maintaining a sun-kissed skin tone isn't a difficult task for her, which is yet another difference between her and her family members that she is more than happy to cultivate. She has no significant birth marks, freckles or acne (one of the few things she doesn't complain about inheriting), though a large, dark purple C-shaped scar is prominently displayed in her left calf, which she keeps hidden beneath her typical baggy jeans. In the way of footwear, Elizabeth prefers to wear ratty old converse, usually black in color. She wears a short, sleeveless (not strapless) red dress with a thick leather belt around her waist where a metal clasp has been set in the side in order to hold her PokeBall. Over this, Elizabeth typically dons a black zip-up hoodie that's become somewhat frayed at the sleeves from use. On her hands she wears a pair of old black fingerless gloves, showing off her silver-painted fingernails that are constantly tattered despite her regular upkeep of them. Everything she needs at hand is carried in a shoulder bag made out of various colors of thread. The only sign of her family's wealth whatsoever that she displays rests around her neck in the form of a small heart-shaped ruby pendant on a silver chain. All of these layers of clothing make her appear even more slight in stature than she truly is, hiding the muscles on her arms and legs that have been toned through years of various forms of training she has put herself through.
Personality: You'll find out during the RP :)
History: Elizabeth was raised in one of the wealthiest, most prestigious neighborhoods reserved only for families of a similar standard in the Hoenn Region. The Lakes were a family of famous Coordinators, known for being able to turn any Pokemon into a marvel of grace and a delight to watch. Elizabeth's parents as well as her older sister, Kristen, had their own routine with one another, capturing the hearts of millions with not only the entertainment of a joint Coordinating show, but with the intriguing idea of having an entire family being involved in creating this amazing spectacle. The only problem with this little family show? Elizabeth was one Lake who refused to have anything to do with all things Coordinating. This became evident even when she was a small child and would fall asleep whenever forced to watch the family practice together. Her sister was immediately disgusted with Elizabeth and simply began to ignore her and move forward with her own career, but her parents hoped to convert their daughter. Elizabeth had other plans. One of their neighbors was a ridiculously wealthy man with a house that properly displayed such wealth. When Elizabeth was seven years old, the man finally died, leaving everything he owned to his only son. Naturally, the heir moved in: a man in his mid-thirties who was a successful martial artist and had an impressive collection of fighting-type Pokemon with whom he trained often in his new yard. Elizabeth overheard her parents discussing how this freeloader was lowering real estate values and drawing in the "wrong crowd", not willing to realize that it was the region itself that was decaying. Elizabeth would pass many uneventful days watching the man and his Pokemon at work, though never yet daring to venture over because of her parents' disapproval. Elizabeth's parents had long since given up on turning her into the model Coordinator, leaving her at home when they went out for meetings with the press or other such occasions that they wouldn't force her to go along to. They left her with their prized Pokemon when they couldn't get a babysitter on time, of course, as they would never dream of leaving her home alone without protection. Unfortunately, such protection eventually proved to be much too little when the robber broke into the Lake household. As the Lake family lived in an area with an incredibly low crime rate due to the strict police force that roamed through the area and the relatively close vicinity between houses, Elizabeth's parents had a lax attitude as to the arrangement of her care for a few hours every so often. Well, the horror stories that some of her past babysitters told didn't really help the cause, either. But one night when Elizabeth's family went for an interview with the news station in response to some speculation about the originality of their routines, Elizabeth was eating her dinner when she heard the front door blow open and slam against the wall in the living room. She jumped to her feet, not completely comprehending what was going on, but realizing that something was seriously wrong. She heard the bark and snarl of a dog as well as the shout of a man. Acting only on instinct and adrenaline, Elizabeth grabbed a large chopping knife from the kitchen table and hid behind a doorway. She heard one of her parents' Pokemon attempt to drive them away, only to flee after an explosion of fire. The man cleared the first few rooms within minutes and moved on, passing Elizabeth's hiding place and moving the door behind which she was crouched. Elizabeth had an instant to react and took full advantage of it, springing forward and attacking the robber, wrapping her arm around his neck and stabbing the knife into his shoulder. It was all a blur from there, but the man's Houndoom ended up sinking its teeth into Elizabeth's leg in order to pull her off of its master. She ended up lying on the floor bleeding and in terrible pain as the fire dog loomed over her, fire dripping from its jaws. It was only then that her neighbor appeared, his Lucario at his side, having reacted quickly to all the commotion. Elizabeth was already beginning to fall unconscious as the Lucario easily tossed aside the Houndoom, sending the dog and its owner scampering away into the night with a few deliberate strikes and she passed out almost immediately after. She awoke in the hospital with a dizzying number of stitches in her leg. After being released, Elizabeth wasn't expected to be able to do much strenuous activity on account of her leg, but one of the first things she did was go over to her neighbor's house and ask for martial arts lessons. And so it went on from there: Elizabeth made a full recovery, she submerged herself in anything and everything that she could possibly do in order to better her ability to defend herself, and slowly but surely continued to grow more angry. At first she considered the robbery to be an isolated incident, but as she grew older, she realized just how rapidly humans were tearing themselves apart. She began to resent people for their weaknesses that were causing the war, not realizing just how firmly her own weakness had taken shape and would soon become her Inner Demon. She grew ever more distant from her family as she attempted to turn herself into a fighting machine, but it wasn't until her sister brought home an especially difficult Vulpix that Elizabeth discovered her true partner in crime. This Vulpix wasn't exactly what one would call very good at Contests, not seeming to grasp the concept of beauty over strength. Naturally, Elizabeth fell in love and took her in as her future Battling partner. When Elizabeth discovered that she had been invited to go to Hope High School, she jumped on the opportunity without a second thought, wishing not only for an excuse to remove herself from her family, but to hopefully maybe even find another human her age who would accept her for who she was.
Negative Trait: Anger
Power: Fire- She has the ability to create and manipulate flames and heat, though this ability starts out merely as the occasional flicker of any fire near her and the temperature increasing when she gets angry.
The boy seemed to be thinking for a moment... thinking very hard. She could tell that he obviously didn't want to be anywhere near her right now, though she figured that she hadn't cared about his preference to be a loner before, so why start now?
Elizabeth found herself so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice that the boy was now staring straight at her, his awesome that not longer covered his face. She nearly shattered her calm expression in surprise, but managed to appear unchanged. For one thing, his face didn't really look much like anything she had imagined it to be. His facial features were a lot more soft... almost resembling her father's with the exception of his eyes. They were hazel and rather bloodshot, though something else seemed a little bit off about them as well, beneath his obvious projection of his will for her to leave him alone, of course. He opened his mouth to finally give Elizabeth the one fragment of information she had worked to pry out of him when the train shuddered and began to move.
"Attention all passengers, the train operator, Samuel Jones, and I will be driving you to Hope High School. For your safety, please remain in your seat until it is prompted that you can do otherwise. Bathrooms are all the way in the back, while drinks will be served by a couple of car attendants in the front. As you might have noticed on your boarding pass, it'll be... Approximately three hours before we get to our destination. We hope you enjoy your trip."
The boy leaned back in his seat and sighed, causing Elizabeth to fear for a moment that he had lost the motivation to share his name. Elizabeth faced forward and frowned, more that a little annoyed that her time had been wasted on such a hopeless cause. She began to devise her own little plan for revenge...
"Damien. Damien Decay."
Elizabeth jumped a bit, her head snapping to the side and eyes widening slightly. Did he just say…?
The seatbelt sign turned off with a beep and Damien was immediately on his feet, carefully stepping around Elizabeth so as not to come in contact with her and heading toward the front of the train car. Elizabeth sat frozen in her seat for a moment, still staring at the empty space where Damien Decay had been sitting seconds before. A smile slowly broke across her face and she let out a laugh, not seeming to notice or care that Damien had fled her company while she basked in the glow of her victory. Now that she had her foot in the proverbial door, Elizabeth was more motivated than ever to force Mr. Decay to open up even further little by little. Even if he didn't end up being her friend, at least it would be more than enough to keep her preoccupied for a good week.
Elizabeth picked up her shoulder bag and slipped her iPod out and put an earbud in one ear, choosing an especially loud and entertainingly pointless song before sliding it into her hoodie and closing her eyes, content to just sit back and relax for a bit. She reached into her jean pocket for a piece of gum, eyes snapping open when a finger jammed against something hard and she heard a familiar flick in her free ear. Elizabeth bit back a curse and attempted to pull away her hand, though she felt the cold blade graze her palm. She pushed her hand back inside to flip the blade closed and reached into her bag with the opposite hand, pulling out a packet of tissues and ripping out a wad. Glancing around to make sure there were no curious eyes, Elizabeth pulled out her injured hand, this time allowing herself to mutter a few obscenities as she surveyed the damage. It wasn't a very deep cut, though blood was already beginning to seep out at an alarming rate. She placed the tissues on the cut and balled her hand up into a fist before shoving it back into her pocket, this time taking care not to touch the switchblade. Even as her grip tightened, Elizabeth was too frustrated to pay any attention to the pain.
She swung her bag over her shoulder and stood, briskly making her way to the area she had been informed held the bathrooms, finding, much to her horror, that there was only one bathroom, and that said bathroom was currently occupied. Not knowing what else to do, Elizabeth politely knocked on the door, glancing back down the isle in fear that she may have caught someone's attention. When she felt blood beginning to drip through the tissues, she knocked harder, almost tempted to begin kicking at the door when it suddenly swung open, revealing none other than Damien Decay.
Elizabeth felt her face drain and then flush hotly within the course of a few seconds as she stood there frozen with a bleeding hand in her pocket. She forced herself to smile, though she knew that she looked every bit flustered and spoke much too quickly.
"Oh, hello Damien. Sorry for... uh... Disturbing you. But you know, I'm just not feeling very well all of a sudden," Elizabeth said lamely, knowing that the only thing standing between her and a place she could try and fix her hand was a guy who was probably there in the first place because of her big annoying mouth.
Temptation as in, say he's led by an assortment of negative traits. He doesn't do things because it's right, he does it because it makes him feel good, regardless of consequences. PrObably similar to lust. He has no control over the things he feels good about. He would get angry because it makes him feel powerful. He would take drugs because of the high. He would pass up an oppourtunity to do anything right if it meant going to a party instead.
A bit of selfishness but more associated with doin what makes him feel good. He can care for another person, but yeah.
Appearance: Cira stands around five feet and three inches, weighing in at one-ten. Obviously shorter and lighter than average, but he's never worried about it since his limbs match perfectly with his size, and his clothes help keep him from looking too girly, which he definitely ends up showing off in anything tight. Cira has coal-black hair, reaching down just to his shoulders. It's not a straight cut, but it's a generally even length, including his bangs which are normally hanging over his right eye. His eyes are nearly almond-shaped and heterochromatic: right is violet, and left is green, this being one of his most favored things about himself.
As for his clothes, his upper body wears a loose black T-shirt with white splattered on it like someone just threw a paint brush, with an unzipped white hoodie over it. Aside from when he's sleeping, he always wears it. His lower body holds a pair of winter-camo cargo pants with zippers to convert them to shorts; just below the pants are a pair of worn yet working sneakers. Good for mobility, great breathing room, and generally looks awesome.
Sometimes, mainly for screwing with people, Cira will take on the identity of a hyperactive fifteen year old girl named Senna. During this, he wears a dark blue baby-tee and a black cardigan on top. On the bottom, he wears black crew-length socks, white tennis shoes, and a knee-length tartan skirt that exposed his slender legs. He also keeps a solid red headband in his hair, exposing his right eye and a face that looked like it belonged to an average girl; not to mention letting him speak out more since his voice is naturally feminine to match. Sometimes, Senna will wear Cira's cargo pants in their shorts form for rocky or grassy areas.
Personality: (Just a little.) Despite his love in seeing chaos ensue and screwing with everyone, Cira DOES care about people... when they deserve it, such as if they've just been hurt (and it wasn't caused by him, of course). He's a logical person, using reasoning to decide his actions (such as finding out who a prime target to screw with is), and uses this to a tactful advantage.
History: Cira was born inside the Johto metropolis of sorts, Goldenrod City, to a pair where the father had joined in the war. From early on in Cira's life, he never really did converse with others, let alone well; he was an only child and wasn't really much for "parental love." Most of the times he had played with other children, he walked away with snickers and smirks and left the other kids fighting amongst themselves. Otherwise, Cira tried keeping to himself, sometimes watching everyone else from afar. When he first found out about the war, he was overjoyed that so much insanity was taking place around him.
When he'd gotten to middle school, Cira had taken an interest in new ways to mess with everyone. The most used method now is his alter-ego, Senna. His next favorite came about when he met an Absol. It was injured, so Cira decided to treat it, and it's been loyal to him since, sharing an enjoyment of tricks. Absol was used to "predict" disasters by coming into view of others on Cira's cue. The two have even played pranks on each other.
His "gift" appeared in his first year of high school, more specifically during P.E. First day: Boring. First test: A two-mile run. Cira wanted to get it over with quickly, and, quite literally, ran a mile a minute, collapsing afterwards. Over the next few weeks, he learned he could move some objects, too, like throwing a pencil without touching it. It was at this time that he received a letter to transfer out. Potential... he thought, farewell-ing his mother as he set off on a flight to Sinnoh. Meeting (and likely pranking) new people awaited!
Negative Trait: Discord. Cira seems to have a talent for just bringing out the worst in some people, and enjoys watching (and causing) chaos amongst others.
Power: Cira has the power of Euclidean vector manipulation, controlling matter and energy through direct or indirect contact. He can potentially give himself pseudo-superhuman strength by controlling the vectors in and around his body, along with propelling himself, objects, energy and waves through the air or redirecting them from their current path.
He can't use it for much more than small objects (nothing any heavier than a basketball) and speeding up his own body at the moment, and it tires him out quickly when used on himself.
Schedule Homeroom 1st period: Core 2, but Cira tries to ditch it as much as he can, hopping between other math classes or going outside to train. What, he can do that during lunch? Lunch is for eating, silly! 2nd period: Latin Lunch 3rd period: History/Mythology 4th period: Battling 101
Pokemon: Absol; Male, an obedient Pokémon, and a trickster himself.
RP Sample from Pokémon Reborn: Synchronize. (If a longer one is necessary, just ask.)
Spoiler:
Clear skies in the early morning... New Bark Town looked like a nice place to live. It was Joshua's first time being here. His first time seeing Elm, too; kind of lanky, though he wasn't paying attention to the teenage tower just a few feet to his side. He looked nervous, too, but at least he was trying. The professor started talking about why he wanted them here. To Josh's knowledge, the letter was pretty vague. Elm got into some strange powers that they all had, both of which the teen had felt close to home, so he got a little more interested.
Spoiler:
Spoiler:
Elm wanted the group here to find the missing legendary Pokémon, then he had to clarify their inexperience. "But the problem is, um, well, you've never gone on a journey and you have no Pokémon yourselves, so having you look for them would be tricky." He had his assistant introduce the Bands and the Pokétch-X to the group, then they pulled out some more obvious items; Pokéballs and some restorative items, probably enough for the entire group.
Then the assistant started handing out the items and another Pokéball to everyone. Josh himself got a snow-white Pokétch-X, and fitted it to his right wrist after putting the Bands and most of the other items in the backpack he brought at his parents' insistence. Shortly into that, he started to play with his new watch. It had his two other group buddies on speed dial for the transceiver; convenient, since now he didn't have to ask their names. Hm, group locations on the Marking Map, too. Some really useful functions, then... Coin Flip. Okay, I'm done playing for now, he thought. A little more fiddling and he was back to the main screen.
"Well, let's check out what you got," he told his new Pokéball, tossing it into the air and letting it open with a light-blue flash. A little confused about it, he asked the green, flower-budding thing that appeared in front of him, "And what are you supposed to be?"
I'd like to reserve a spot if possible. I should be able to finish this in the next day or so.
EDIT: This guy is done.
Name: Cody Willingham
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: Cody is best described as unassuming, standing at around 5"7 (175 cm) and weighing in at exactly 142 pounds (64kg). Many describe Cody as fairly thin, with little muscle development to speak of, as his fast acting metabolism keeps a minimal amount of fat stored around his stomach. Cody has a lanky build with long limbs, and a slightly stocky torso in comparison. Cody's skin starkly pale, a result of limited exposure to the sun. All in all, Cody looks like he belongs more at a hospital instead of a school.
A wholesome thick mop of brown hair lies on top of Cody's head, with its waves and curls at the mercy of the wind and loose strands brushing across his small piercing gray eyes. Cody's eyes are void of life and passion with noticeable dark shadows beneath suggesting the boy barely gets any sleep at night because of some horrible illness preventing rest from becoming a feasible reality. Aside from this Cody's gaunt face lacks prominent features. His cheekbones are hardly noticeable. His thin nose does little to add character, while his thin lips prevent bold expression. Cody appears to care for his appearance somewhat having no facial hair or impurities, aside from some pimples dotted across his small forehead. Cody's thin cheeks have little blush to them as well, causing his pale complexion to be that more striking. What is most disturbing is Cody's permanent facial expression of boredom. No matter what the situation Cody appears to be bored, tired and aloof; an undesirable impression to make.
Cody's wardrobe is about as interesting as his physical attributes, which is not all. Cody favors darker t-shirts, usually grays or blacks. The designs are minimal, if even existent. If applicable, the decorations are usually limited to brand names being embroidered across the chest or back. Unoriginal and boring. I know. Occasionally, a reference or joke will being written on them. That is assuming you are lucky to see them, as Cody usually covers up these bursts of entertainment with a zipped hooded sweatshirt. Like his shirts, the colors are minimal ranging from darker blues to black. These are fitted, matching his lanky figure being borderline undersized at times. Cody is rarely seen without a pair of blue (sometimes bordering on gray again. It's his favorite color after all) jeans, usually ripped on the ankles or knees to bestow some element of character to them. Black sneakers are his shoes of choice, only owning 2 pairs of nearly identical shoes.
Cody fancies a few trinkets and accessories. Most notable is Cody's watch (worn on his left wrist) which happens to be a fairly fancy considering the rest of his outfit. With a silver band, a black face with silver Roman numerals for the numbers, the watch has class and reflects status which Cody lacks on both accounts. Some speculate he stole the thing, but that is for another day. Cody has a necklace with an Ouroboros symbol as a pendant. He wears it constantly, arguably obtaining the status of his favorite trinket.
Personality: Ever know that guy at school who never paid attention in class, kept to himself, never bothered anyone, slept in class and was horribly apathetic to the events around him? Did he also possibly happen to get fairly high marks on nothing more than his natural abilities and some dumb luck? Cody is kind of like that.
History: Cody was born into a middle class family as the future middle child forever living in the shadow of an overachieving elder brother and a baby sister whose favorite pastime was whining. Cody dwelled in the suburbs of Castelia City in a home that stable compared to most considering the unstable nature of the world. His father had a stable office job in Castelia City, working for one of the major banks. Despite annual lay offs, Cody's father knew how to please the right people, reaping the benefits. His mother, worked on and off, at the local hospital until the birth of their youngest child. For as long as he could remember he suffered from the phenomenon sometimes known as the middle child syndrome. For understandable reasons, Cody's parents babied his sister as younger children naturally need more attention and praised his elder brother for he was something of a prodigy, so high hopes were placed upon the poor boy. Cody, on the other hand, presented himself as average and unremarkable. Often ignored, Cody went about his business like any other child. He did his best to remain out of trouble and gradually dwindled in obscurity. However, little did they realize it was all part of Cody's plan.
Obscurity, however, became Cody's comfort zone. It allowed to do what he wanted when he wanted to, which more often than not was absolutely nothing. Or at least nothing that was truly productive. From young age, Cody quickly became accustomed to minding his own business, taking care of himself, and well frankly, finding ways of keeping himself occupied. Since his parents were almost always too busy taking care of "more important things", Cody became rather independent rather quickly. However, without that guiding hand, Cody drifted away from the path to greatness and became lost in the realm of…..well place an epic word here for laziness and you get the idea.
This all really began when Cody was old enough to attend school. His elder brother was in the heart of attending grade school (he was about in 7th grade at the time) while his baby sister was just getting out of diapers. Lost in the shuffle, Cody began attended classes with surprising enthusiasm. School was something to do (and got himself off out the home of the crying child of death) and for the most part, Cody achieved fairly high marks from the onset. He entered a circle of friends, teachers liked him, and everything was going his way. And then he got home. Home life was erratic. Baby sister needed constant attention. Big brother had a host of hobbies than needed rides too (sports, piano lessons, etc). Cody…well he was forced to fend for himself, as mentioned above. Without parents to provide that spark of passion, the motivation, the reward, and that reason to do anything, Cody grew unenthusiastic about school work and anything else associated with effort. There was no reason to do it. No reward. It wasn't like he was getting a pat on the back or anything.
Instead, Cody found other things to do and for the most part they were relatively unproductive. He chose to not get deeply involved in anything that didn't interest him or involve actual work. He deemed them "troublesome" or "uninteresting". Cody leapt from hobby to hobby, trying new things from time to time to keep himself from being too bored. Schoolwork became largely secondary, but somehow he pulled good grades out without taking it too seriously relying on just doing whatever was necessary to keep the teachers from breathing down his throat. He couldn't be bothered by the extra work that would come if he hadn't.
Over time (late middle school for reference), Cody became fairly reclusive. His social skills deteriorated. His hobbies became rather one dimensional, limiting himself to games (board games or video games), television, napping, watching the stars/clouds and his personal favorite: napping. Inactivity became a pastime of his. Cody became bored easily when trying new things, ultimately returning to simply lying around at home at peace with himself. It was the only time he felt truly comfortable and ironically productive. He bathed in his glory. Lying on the couch with the music blasting while his parents were out. Talk about living the life. At least he picked up a few useful skills as he mindlessly tried hobby after hobby.
Cody became rather detached from the world, limiting himself to very few acquaintances and becoming virtually invisible to his parents who once again favored their college bound valedictorian and the baby sister with ADD. Cody lived his life by sitting in the back of the classroom, staring at the window or catching a few "Z"s while the teacher lectured about pointless things no one cared about. School was a breeze though, if only because idle time spent reading books or surfing the Internet filled his head with useless information that happened to be on tests. "A"s filled his report card like cake fills up an obese man. Not that anyone really cared. Cody was too lazy to show off. Too lazy to join clubs. Too lazy to hang out. Too lazy to complain. As an unintended side effect, Cody became rather humble and easy to talk to, never wanting to bother anyone with his problems. To him, kicking back and relaxing solved everything. With that, Cody did have a circle of friends at school to talk to, but he never made the effort to talk to them outside of class. People, in general, found Cody's wit and attitude admirable and his overall kind demeanor likable. Shame they never get to see him.
On a whim, Cody adopted an Eevee from the local day care. It was abandoned and he was good friends with the owners, as Cody liked to use their roof as a bed. The sky was always clear and perching himself on the roof gave him a nice view of the clouds and even better the stars. The Eevee was named Guy, mostly because Cody couldn't think of a name. It took much work. However, Guy kept Cody busy and while he always wanted to do something, he knew the value of "me" time. Time that usually spent laying on the bed or couch and day dreaming.
One day, after school, Cody was shocked to see a letter from a school called "Hope High School". Unsure of the name (being half a world away in Unova), Cody was caught off guard at being invited to what appeared to be an esteemed academy, being that he was labeled as a "bum" earlier in the day by his one teacher. Maybe it was his high marks? Not really caring, Cody completed the paperwork, forged his parent's signatures (if necessary) and got himself ready to try something new. It wouldn't affect mom and dad anyway. In fact, Cody wasn't even going to tell them.
After all, he didn't tell them about his body being like a rubber man for the past few weeks either.
Negative Trait: Sloth. Cody is a representative of the human quality of Sloth which results in emotional and physical apathy. Cody revels in being inactive and in turn lazy. This inhibits human progress and propensity as it prevents Cody from acting on his surprising potential.
Power: Elasticity/ Rubber Mimicry: Cody's body has taken on the qualities of rubber allowing him to stretch, deform, expand, and contract his body into nearly any form imaginable. Every facet of his body has become rubber-like in design, allowing for the impressive feats his body can perform to be physically possible. His limbs, bones, organs, skin, etc. can all be manipulated to stretch, deform, expand and contract based on his will. As such, Cody is effectively invulnerable to blunt force attacks or anything that requires bending or twisting, making him highly resistant to injury. However, Cody is vulnerable to slashing or piercing attacks and rapid changes in temperature as rubber is affected by heat and cold, inhibiting his ability to expand or contract, etc. That being said, Cody appears to be highly resistant to electricity (to the point of being nearly immune), as rubber acts as a natural insulator. Cody's ability allows for great flexibility (pun somewhat intended) in supplying him with a wide range of possibilites to exercise, expanding his prowess in battle.
For the time being, Cody's ability appears to limited to stretching his limbs and the strong resistance to most physical attacks.
Schedule:
Homeroom
1st period: Core 3
2nd period: English. The other languages require too much work.
Lunch
3rd period: History/Mythology
4th period: Pokemon Breeding
Pokemon:
Name: Guy
Species: Eevee
Gender: Male
Personality: Guy presents a foil to Cody in that Guy has passion, ambition, energy and goals. Guy wants to get out and do...anything. Shame his master doesn't.
RP Sample:
Pulled from Atlantis Arising, the only other RP I am in. Hope it is up to standards.
Spoiler:
Christian Calaway- London, England
"Chris! Chris! You gotta wake up mate!" A voice burst through a door, tearing it off its hinges.
"Bill, leave me alone…I need some sleep" Christian groaned, rolling in his bed pulling the covers over his head.
"Come on, man. It's getting late. We have to go to class soon anyway," Bill pouted with concern. "Trust me, getting up for this is worth it," he continued as he knew Christian would say something along the lines of 'Class isn't for a while'. Christian rolled around to face Bill with a blank expression. "I'll take that as you'll get up," Bill chuckled in victory.
Christian emerged from his dark room, still in his pajamas, groggy and tired. He was rubbing his eyes still as the conscious world was becoming gradually more clear to him. His roommates, Bill (the rude awakener and his best friend here), Charlie (Bill's friend from high school) and Arthur (the only one more reclusive than Christian himself) huddled together around the small television that Nicolas bought Christian for his room abroad. While small, it still got job done and fortunately Bill and Charlie pooled money together to get basic cable or the English equivalent to such a thing. Christian didn't catch the details, nor did he care for them. As Christian grew closer to the television and his consciousness restored, a news report rung through his ears.
"…a large explosion occurring in Berlin, Germany today, thought to be the work of Atlanteans has rushed a bill through the United Nations calling for all Atlanteans to register themselves and their abilities with the local Atlantean Centre in all capital cities. The Atlantean Royal Family, lacking to presence of leader Blayze Nalaar, has today agreed with the UN authorities to support their decision and were the first to register. Anybody now caught using Atlantean Abilities without being registered or carrying a registration card will face detainment."
Christian was in a temporary state of shock. He had since his abilities manifested recently, he could get anyway not having to worry about getting caught "smoking". However, now everything became just a little more difficult, if only because Christian's powers were not in complete control.
"Pretty crazy stuff eh?" Bill said to his roommates.
"You can say that again, mate," Charlie replied, letting the news report run in the background as he rose from the small couch and stretched, releasing a huge yawn. Probably slept there again, Christian thought. Everyone turned to Arthur for his response to the news report, but he just grunted and went back into his room. They turned to Christian, who was still processing his thoughts.
"You okay, Chris?" They both asked simultaneously.
"Oh, yes. I'm fine. Just shocked a bit," Christian said.
Bill and Charlie raised an eyebrow each, judging him. Bill cleared his throat. "You are rarely shocked by things," he replied.
"It's nothing to worry about," Christian assured his friends. He returned to his room and slammed the door shut and fell into his chair. His desk was covered in books, papers, organized in small piles. Many of them were unrelated to one another, but there was one trend: history, myths and ancient texts. After the Atlanteans revealed themselves, Christian took an invested interest in them. It had only been a week or so (he lost track of in between everything), but nevertheless Christian got caught up in the whole "being from Atlantis" concept. It is not everyday you learn grandma and grandpa were probably mermaids or something. He wanted to learn about his heritage, but sadly he did not find as much as he had hoped for. Mostly he found legends, stories and things that just didn't add up. Christian thought he was only looking in the wrong place, but this wasn't a time to dwell on his lack of findings. It was a time to just deal with the facts. He is an Atlantean and he had to answer the summons and meet more members of his kind. It was at this point he drew comparisons to mankind's most constant equality: Fear. Humans always fight what they fear and try to lock it away so it cannot fight back as if they fear losing their position at the top of the food chain. Christian sighed at this realization, knowing he wanted to fight back at this injustice but he could not do anything at the moment. It would take time. He was mostly stressed at having to go out for an extended period of time. During his time researching, trying to learn about his origin, he was trying to hone his powers. Wishing he had more time, Christian managed to be able to maintain a physical form, and got a grip on the most basic aspects of his powers. A lot was left to be desired, but he was content with the results. More control would come with time. At least he learned being emotional made his control erratic.
He gathered his things, clothes and some paperwork and stepped out of his room. Bill and Charlie were cooking up some breakfast, and as usual Arthur's room was locked to all. He snuck into the bathroom and washed up, in a daze, doing everything without much thought. The only thing awoke up from his daze was when Christian stared in the mirror, noticing some more streaks of gray in his black mane. Putting on his regular outfit (accessories and all), halfway soaked with his hair still wet, Christian stepped out of the bathroom. He packed his bag with a few necessities but curiously left a few stapled papers on the table. He made his way to the closet beside the door and put on his favorite black and red racing jacket, almost forgetting his black racing helmet with the design of his favorite game painted on the sides and back. "Taking the bike out?" Bill's voice said in the distance. "You do remember we got class in a bit right?"
"Yeah," Christian muttered. "I do not think i am going to class today. Can you give my professors the papers on the table for me?"
"Yeah, but what do you want me to tell them?"
"Make up a story. You are good at those," Christian replied with complimentary charm.
"Think you will be home tonight?" Charlie interrupted the little moment. "I was going to cook up something for supper tonight. Its for a class. I need to cook up an original dish and survey it. I was hoping you'd help, You are the only one honest enough to tell me if it is terrible or not. Bill's too nice and Arthur never talks."
"I'll have to see. I'll try. Call you guys later," Christian said with a half wave, closing the door gently on his way out. Hating elevators, Christian walked down the stairs into the lower levels of the parking garage. He was the only one with any sort of vehicle, so by default he got to keep the parking spot all to himself. Mounting his motorcycle, Christian secured his bag, put on his gloves and equipped his helmet before racing off in typical egotistical motorcycle fashion. Rarely one to observe traffic laws, Christian raced through the crowded streets of London only respecting the foreign laws when he noticed a police officer in the vicinity. He got pulled once before, barely able to walk away with a warning. He took a number of shortcuts through some alleys on his way to the Atlantean Centre. He arrived later than he wanted to however, unable to bypass the influx of vehicles and people at the centre. It seemed many people saw the news report and wanted to sign up for the register card as to avoid any sort of unsightly incidents.
Upon entering the building, he was directed a painfully long line. It seemed to make no progress in the hour or so that he remained on the line, though he witnessed a number of people be rejected. Why anyone would want to pose as an Atlantean was beyond Christian's comprehension. The only reasonable explanation would be gain insight into the society itself. Not that would do much.
After some time, it was his turn. A menacing guard and his close friend, stabbed Christian in the arm with some sort of needle (luckily he took his jacket off a while back when he entered the building or otherwise the whole building would up in smoke) leaving a bump in its wake. He was lead through the doors and ended up in a room with a few doctors to undergo further tests. It seemed whatever solution was in the needle was a preliminary round. Now it was time for the real test. Christian sat a desk and stared his doctor waiting for the next step.
"Name?" the doctor asked, apathetic at the whole situation. Bored of the day, Christian was already getting a bad feeling about it. The needle from earlier didn't help.
"Christian Calaway." The two corresponded briefly, taking down Christian's information. The minor details that Christian said offhand with little concern for the repercussions. He had to give him the information even if he didn't want or face punishment later.
"And what can you do, Mr. Calaway?" The doctor asked, trying his best to sound polite and interested. Clearly this doctor got the boring ones. It was this time that Christian reached a crossroads. He could explain his power in a polite manner or he could demonstrate his power in a rebellious manner because of his opposition of profiling every one of his people out of some form of fear. He decided against the latter, but still wanted to cause some uproar. Christian transformed himself into a thick gray fog like substance, gradually filling the room with smoke, causing the weaker people in the room to suffer from minor asthma attacks. After a few moments and nearly causing the fire alarm to beep, he recollected the generated smoke into his body and returned to a solid state. Truthfully, he intended only to transform and flutter around...but the doctor would get the point.
"I control smoke (poorly)."
"I can see that…" the doctor said speechless. He handed Christian the finished paperwork and directed him to the waiting room. It was a crowded room, full of people and rarely any seats. Christian leaned on a wall, playing with his hair a bit before finally taking a deep breath.
Taylor is a dark skinned male with short, soft, black hair. He stands at an average height of 5'5". He has a narrow nose and hazel eyes (I am trying to base his appearance on the Romany people, but there isn't a lot of information about their common physical characteristics). Through the coaxing of one of his younger brothers he has an ear piercing on his right ear. He usually wears a white t-shirt, jeans, and tattered sneakers. He carries Oracle's pokeball in his pocket, however, the pokemon prefers to stay outside of it.
Personality:
Taylor is insecure about himself. He feels useless inside and to rid of these feelings he became a "gopher". He will do any request asked of him, almost without a second thought, and without regards to his morals. If someone were to tell him to rob a bank, he would do it. He does this because he wants to feel better about himself. He citizens himself and his decisions, and once he makes a decisions he feels very conflicted.
History:
Taylor was born into a long line of fortune tellers. Members of his family always develop powers to read the future, however on a small minuscule scale. These powers range from Clairvoyance to lesser known powers such as Onomancy. Compared to his younger brothers who had Clairvoyance, Pyromancy, and Astrology, Taylor was gifted one of the weakest powers of the family line, Cartomancy, the reading of the future through playing cards. Taylor grew to dislike himself because of his uselessness and he grew very conscious of what people said and thought about him. He became a "gopher".
He was born in Johto and lived a large majority of his life in Ecruteak City. When he was fourteen Johto's government had completely changed due to a powerful emperor that managed to take control. The emperor declared that all fortune tellers and their families were to be executed. Once he and his family got wind of this, they had tried desperately to escape. They were found by the government and soon put into a dungeon until the day where they would be executed through the use of a guillotine. Arceus had taken pity on Taylor and many of the people that occupied the dungeon and decided to give the power of "Redirection" to Taylor so he could free everyone.
Taylor managed to free everyone and escaped the dungeons. Those accused of being fortune tellers and those who were legitimate fortune tellers all fled to different regions around the world. Taylor and his family joined the group that escaped to Unova, because the Johto government was less likely to find them there.
Taylor and his family fled to Nimbasa City with the group they were traveling with. During their trek through the desert that separated Castelia City, the group met a Sigilyph that guided them through the desert. The Sigilyph had taken a huge liking to Taylor and when the pokemon had guided them to Nimbasa City, the Sigilyph had decided to stick around.
He, now Taylor Simmons, received the letter from Hope High the day after his citizenship was accepted in Unova. He was very skeptical when he received his letter and was debating whether to go or not. His brothers tried to convince him not to go and he almost sent his rejection letter until his parents had found out about it and encouraged him to go.
Negative Trait: Insecure (I wanted Envy, but Red already took it. D:< )
Power: In the past he was able to read the future of someone through Cartomancy, the use of fortune telling through playing cards, but through Arceus's doings he lost this power and gained the power to redirect attention away from him, but this effect is lost when he comes into physical contact with living things. (Redirection)
Schedule:
Homeroom
1st period: What's Core? Since I have no idea what that is, I'll just put Pre-calculus
2nd period: English
Lunch
3rd period: History/Mythology (a required class for all Hope High School students)
4th period: Contests (He has picked Contests as his fourth period, but he is having second thoughts. However, it is too late to change classes.)
Pokemon:
Name: Oracle
Species:
Gender: Male
Personality: Oracle is a supporter. He enjoys helping others, but has his own morals and knows when to refuse to help someone else. He's very kind in nature and he treats himself as the worrying older brother to Taylor.
RP Sample:
Sample for Whirl Cup:
Spoiler:
I haven't been to Olivine City in a long time. I dreaded it actually. I don't think I am ready to walk into a city where my pokemon met their last moments.
I wiped my eyes to stop the tears that were threatening to spill. I shouldn't be thinking about this now.
My uncle and aunt in the front eyed the rearview mirror noticing that I had wiped my eyes. They raised their eyebrows as if they were trying to say: "Are you all right?"
I nod my head in response and they went back to driving.
I was being sent on a delivery by both of my fathers. They had a client that lived in Olivine and they needed me to bring the client some of our store's most popular candy. They would usually send it through their messenger Noctowl, but it had fallen sick and they didn't trust me with the store anymore, so I couldn't watch it for them. My aunt and uncle happened to be in town and had offered to take me since they lived in Olivine.
And here I was, in the back of their beat up looking jeep going to a city that still haunts my dreams.
"What was the address again?" My uncle asked as he drove.
I had pulled out the address my parents had written on a post-it note and positioned it near the path of the mirror. My uncle took a quick look at it before making a sharp turn to the right. The harbor was in the view of the window and I could hear the water pokemon that inhabited the ocean wail. Many children were playing in the sand, many were building sun castles, a few people set up nets to play volleyball, and there were a few people trying to catch the sun on their skin.
The jeep made an abrupt stop, making my face smash against the back of my uncle's seat. I had raised my eyebrow at him wondering about the abrupt start.
"We're here," My uncle answered my eyebrow as he pointed.
It was a little cottage. It was cozy, made from wood, probably imported. It stood on a little wooden porch that was elevated off from the ground. There were windows that faced the ocean, giving whoever walked by them the glimpse of the shimmering water and the sunrise and set.
I got out of the car and my uncle rolled down the window. He was searching for something in his pocket before he handed it to me. It was a crumpled up envelope, probably what my parents gave him before he smashed it into his jeans pocket.
"Give this to him too," My uncle said, "Don't look at what is inside."
He had glared at me as he said the second part of the sentence. He was serious and I decided to take him seriously.
I nodded.
"You remember where our house is right?" My uncle asked, "Just go there when you're done with your business."
They drove off. I walked up the little steps of the porch and raised my fisted hand on the door. I knocked.
A Oneshot I wrote:
Spoiler:
Promise
The full moon was up, surrounded by millions of stars that illuminated the dark sky. Many of the wild Pokemon had found refuge in their homes in trees, in bushes, or even lay down in the grass. All of them were sleeping peacefully, except for one.
It was a Pidgeot and he was the leader of the flock that was currently resting amongst the branches. Pidgeot's wings were neatly set by his sides as he sat on his perch on a branch. The bird Pokemon's yellow and pink, wavy head crest fell gracefully across his back, shimmering slightly due to the moonlight.
Just like a leader implied, the leader of the flock was very strong, but to every Pokemon there was a weakness, and for this particular Pokemon his emotions were his weakness. He took promises made to heart and his hope reached too high. This Pidgeot could remember a day where he was independent and didn't care for such things as promises and all his hope ever reached was the hope of getting a few Caterpies into his beak, but then he was caught and he began to change.
The Pokemon remembered those days and now that he looked back on it, those were great times. Sure, often times he was used to scout and pop some balloons, but he was treated very well and he still got to battle every now and then. He was fed and the bird had so many great memories engraved in not only his heart, but his mind as well.
But then Pidgeot had found himself back here, where the flock leader originally came from. It wasn't the bird Pokemon's fault; he was just doing the right thing. Pidgeot was protecting his kind and there was no harm in that was there? Yes, staying with the flock had brought many happy memories and even a bunch of his own chicks to raise and look after, but at times like these, the night time, Pidgeot would look at the sky and reminisce.
"Just in case that Fearow tries anything sneaky, I think it is better for you to stay here," His trainer had said, "We'll come back as soon as we get Prof. Oak's pokeball!"
But he never came; however, Pidgeot always hoped that his trainer would come back for him, just like he said he would. Even through the years, not once had Pidgeot lost a glimmer of hope that he would return for him, that was just how the Pokemon was now.
And that was how this Pidgeot was going to live his life, faithful and loyal to the man that had changed his life. This promise to stay faithful and loyal was a promise he was willing to keep for the rest of his life.
