Voyage [T]

Started by Chirm February 13th, 2012 12:57 PM
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Seen March 11th, 2012
Posted February 28th, 2012
23 posts
14 Years
VOYAGE



If there were anything to tell, I’d certainly tell it. Thing is, I don’t remember getting here.


Am I mad?
Am I dead?


I only know this: twenty minutes ago, I awoke on the deck of a ship with a hammer in my hand and odd green liquid all over my arms. Weird, right?


It gets weirder.


I took a few moments to examine the ship. It’s huge—the mast reaches frighteningly high, and it’s a long ways from bow to stern. Now, I’m no nautical expert, but I’m pretty sure boats are supposed to float on the water. But as I gained my bearings, I realized that this one is flying through the sky.


I don’t know how this happened.
I don’t know what to do.
All I can do is be thankful I’m not alone.


I tested their pulses. They’re not dead, just sleeping. I don’t know why they’re here with me, these people, and I don’t know why they’re covered in the same green fluid as my arms. Maybe they’ll know something. Remember something.


Wake up.


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Characters

Viktor
Armon
Cathy
Bradley
Alexandria
Lodovico
Marcus
Nomti



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Note:
This roleplay is extremely story-driven. It is also rather concise, so if you’re looking for what might be described as a short burst of energy, Voyage could be for you. The entire plot is already set from start to finish, but it certainly allows for deviation on the part of player characters! Just keep in mind that the role play will be highly structured.


Some notes regarding character creation:
• No one aboard the ship remembers anything regarding their current situation.
• Your character is one of the sleeping people on the deck of the boat. The roleplay begins as you wake up and the story unfolds from there.
• Get creative with your abilities! Feel free to try weird stuff. The whole story is weird! I’ll be sure to let you know if you go overboard, haha.
• You won’t be a master of your power from the beginning. You’ll need to slowly discover its workings and nuances in order to train it.
• Voyage will be a lot more fun with lots of characters! I promise you'll enjoy yourself, so come and join!



Sign Up


Name
Anything! Many characters have fictional names in this world.

Gender
Bit obvious here.

Age
Preferred age is 14 – 30, but as you can tell, it’s flexible.

Talent
Don’t be thrown off by the name. This is your super power of sorts. Stay away from overpowered abilities, but don’t settle for boring one-trick-ponies. See if you can come up with something with several applications—maybe even some practical ones! Voyage isn’t only about fighting. Keep in mind that you won’t have full control of your ability from the start.

Appearance
Height, weight, body type, facial features, and the like. You don't choose your character's clothes--all characters start off wearing only a black wetsuit. Just give me a feel of what distinguishes your character among a crowd.

Personality
I’m a firm believer in quality over quantity. Don’t bother with filler. Even a list of defining traits will do! The way I see it, personality will be fleshed out through the actions of your character.

Biography
Again, just tell me what I need to know. Important events, interesting experiences, and so on. No minimum paragraph requirement. You’re done when you’ve got nothing else to write!

Writing Sample
I usually don’t do this, but I think the nature of the sign up criteria calls for it. The rest of the sign up will take precedence over this, but I do want to know that you can write well.

TornZero

Resident Yuri-ism Cult Leader

Age 29
Female
In your pantry, eatin' your delicious cake.
Seen September 10th, 2013
Posted July 10th, 2013
1,137 posts
13.1 Years
I'd like to reserve a spot as well, please. This seems like it'll be fun.

I will be moving my account to Songbird over the course of immediately. The signature will stay as is for posterity and reference.
Seen March 11th, 2012
Posted February 28th, 2012
23 posts
14 Years
You got it.

I'll be posting an example sign up in pretty short order. It might clarify a few things!


Important note:
My thinking is that a character should develop an identity during the story itself. Instead of writing a long description, consider providing springboard details that will flower through the actions of your character within the roleplay! I've found that demanding long sign up sheets can result in static characters, so instead I'm experimenting with simplicity. Now, keep in mind that this doesn't give license to abandon creativity (quite the opposite!), and I'll still be judging these with a keen eye. I'd just like you to focus on feeling rather than length. Give it a shot!




Name
Viktor

Gender
Male

Age
25

Talent
None (I'm going to have to request that the rest of you include a power here, actually. Sorry, haha)

Appearance
5’10”, 180 lbs, white. Light brown eyes, prominent dark eyebrows, and dirty blonde hair buzzed straight off. His face is rugged, but he doesn’t quite have a beard. He has a hooked nose, thin lips, and oddly sharp teeth. A blue “y” symbol is tattooed on his left shoulder. He is fairly built, but not enough to give off any kind of weight-lifter vibe.

Personality
Viktor is insecure, optimistic, eager, and stricken with an inferiority complex. He will seize any opportunity to prove his worth. He is good at taking orders and makes friends easily as a result of his innate acquiescence. He thinks too much and has grown to harbor an intense dislike of himself for his obedience to others. Feelings of hatred are never directed outwards, however. He finds ways to blame himself for every adverse situation.

Biography
Viktor has always been pretty uninteresting. He’s the kind of guy his friends call “the perfect wingman”. His loyal nature has pigeonholed him into a supporting role all his life. Objectively speaking, he never had a bad life. He did well in school and has supportive, loving parents. But he never had a girlfriend. He never had a best friend. He never did anything spectacular. He has long sought the opportunity to remake himself in a new time, a new place.

TornZero

Resident Yuri-ism Cult Leader

Age 29
Female
In your pantry, eatin' your delicious cake.
Seen September 10th, 2013
Posted July 10th, 2013
1,137 posts
13.1 Years
Hope this is works well.

Spoiler:
Name: Armon Rivol

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Appearance


He's about five feet and nine inches tall, weighs in within the 140-lb range, and is pretty obviously White. Armon has wide hazel eyes, and platinum-blonde hair that fringes out just around his shoulders, the bangs typically being held at the sides of his forehead or over one eye. Armon's also well-built, though he's pretty far from being a bodybuilder. Just a bit of evident muscle on his arms and legs, a toned and defined chest, and flat abs is enough for him.

Talent


Armon possesses a Divided Mind, or Alter Ego, usually evident by his attitude and triggered by his senses or temperament. The "original" Armon is the calmer, less-killy; he's also noticeably more intelligent due to the practical thinking, and doesn't do much in terms of athleticism. Rivol, as the "other side" prefers to be called despite it just being his last name, is completely blind; the more daring and destructive side of Armon that doesn't have his physical abilities filtered by the brain's restrictions. His remaining four senses and physical strength and speed are enhanced to rather unnatural levels, letting him get a perfect feel of his surroundings even compared to just sight alone and respond with very little trouble.

Personality


Normally, Armon is calm, collected, and tactful. A neutral mediator and tactician, and his voice reflects this. He's loyal to those he comes to respect, and generally tolerant of things he sees and hears. However, he can lose his cool quickly if he feels offended or threatened. Otherwise, he's trying to just keep out of the spotlight when he doesn't need it, resulting in coming off as a loner when he isn't talking to someone.
As Rivol, he LOVES breaking things: bones, public property, bones, almost anything. Bones comes up a few more times in his list. He'll go insane if he doesn't get his "fix." Or at least some music. In spite of Armon being the calm and thought-filled one, Rivol is by far the more... frighteningly creative, essentially being a wordsmith that appeals to everything except sight.

Biography


Few notable things happened in Armon's life, since it was pretty average. His childhood was spent trying to avoid his older brother, who LOVED to wrestle. It was a good reason, too, because around seven years old, Armon suffered some damage to his eyes as a result of his brother wanting to "play." He's had to wear glasses ever since, but nowadays he can see fine without them for short periods of time, after which he's not much better than blind. He hasn't had many close friends, if any, and mostly tries to stay in the background of things until he feels he can be useful or needed, leaving him to shy away from random chances of leading. He managed to pass school without trouble, and got himself a quiet, stable job after a short time.

Writing Sample


Spoiler:
Lucas laid on his bed, pacing around in his own mind. Tossing the Pokéball up and catching it, his most pressing thought was, So I'm going to be a Pokémon no matter what. This little sphere caused plenty of trouble, not to mention missing a week of everything outside the home. Well, not everything. He did occasionally turn on the TV or computer and look at the news, or tell his friends--another problem came across his train of thought. Friends. What would they do if they found out he was part Pokémon? Of course they wouldn't believe him without seeing it, but if they did? Would they be afraid of him? Have him executed? Or maybe caged up and tested.

"That's a matter best saved for later, I guess." He sat up and made his way to his bedroom window, closing the blinds. Lucas finally lowered his mourning rate to manageable levels, and decided he could make it to practice today. Picking up his bag off the floor and getting ready to leave, he checked the bathroom mirror; much to his dismay. "Ugh, I look like Scissorhands." His hair was a mess, face whiter than snow, and dark circles were lining his eyes. He hadn't left the house in a while, so he didn't really notice. Practice could wait, but this was nothing a hot shower couldn't fix.

After Lucas finished his shower and got himself dressed and ready to leave, he heard a gunshot from the distance; probably a Pokémon on the Mahogany border. Another notch on the board. Pulling his gym bag over his shoulder, he hurried down from his room and out to the front door when something on the dining room table caught his eye. It looked like a doll, or an alien, Lucas couldn't really tell what it was. "I can worry about it later." He rushed out of his home and started walking down the street when he saw it again.

The little alien-doll thing was sitting in his neighbor's window sill, staring at the young man. El... He heard it, but didn't see a mouth move. Did that thing even have a mouth? Lucas picked up the pace to a quick walk, almost into a jog, and was obviously creeped out by the thing staring at him like the Mona Lisa. He saw it again and again, on rooftops, in homes, yet... no one else seemed to notice anything but his apparent paranoia. He finally reached the front door to the martial arts building and almost jumped out of his skin when he was about to step on it!

El... It was right in front of him, what looked to be its head tilted back with green button-like shapes looking dead into his eyes. Thoroughly creeped out, and trying to take a step around it, a loud "ELGYEM" rang through his head and he closed his eyes in sheer pain thinking his ear drums would burst. The next thing he opened his eyes to (thankfully not the blinding light or he'd feel totally screwed over) was a clearing in front and a tree below. Obviously, not knowing how to react when caught suspended in the air, he landed on a branch gut-first and slipped to the ground clutching his stomach.

The pain subsided after a short while, only to be replaced by shock and awe in where he'd ended up. He had no clue what to make of the grass or the breeze, but at least that strange creature was gone. The sun was shining and the place looked lush and alive, so maybe it wouldn't be all too bad here; at least for a while. Snapping himself out of his gaze, he took a closer look into his present location and saw a few silhouettes -- possibly people -- in varying directions. One looked like it was shuffling around; another was practically in a breakneck sprint. Lucas found a large tree a shorter distance than the rest of the silhouettes, and a darkened figure underneath. He ended up somewhere from Mahogany Town in an instant, so he might just be going insane. That tiny doll or whatever would have proven that a thousand times over, and I'm starting to think so myself. Not good for my health.

"Only one way to find out, I guess," he muttered in his silence. He straightened his legs and stretched out, picked up his gym bag, and started making a way over to the tree he saw.

I will be moving my account to Songbird over the course of immediately. The signature will stay as is for posterity and reference.

miltankRancher

Mega Ampharos is the one.

Age 27
Male
Philippines
Seen June 11th, 2014
Posted September 7th, 2013
3,947 posts
13 Years
So here is my SU! I present to you...

Bradley Warren
Man of No Words


Spoiler:
Name
Bradley Warren

Gender
Male

Age
22

Talent

Bradley Warren, at first sight, looks like the type of man who could possess some kind of physical power, like hyper strength, or bending rocks and steel at will. However, due to some strange mutation of his genes, he could communicate telepathically, meaning he could speak through his mind. Also, he has the power to read minds and, to some extent, control the actions of an individual. (is this what you mean?)

Appearance

Bradley Warren stands at an outrageous height of 6’2”, 190-210 lbs. He is bald, his once jet black hair cut away to reveal a shiny top. His black eyes seemed to bore deep into someone’s soul. However, due to some unknown accident in his youth, his right eye is, instead of black, is colored pale white. His vision is not affected. Bradley is built to have the body of that of a basketball player. Chiseled abs, large forearms, brown skin. Have I mentioned that he is mute?

Personality

Bradley Warren is the dependent young adult. Being mute all his life, he pretty much depended on people around him for everything. That does not mean he could not manage anything in fact, Bradley is a basketball player, and a good one at that. It is just he finds it hard to fit in in a society of normal people. Also, Bradley is never the leader type. He finds it absurd to see him as the leader. He is more of the subordinate type.

However, Bradley, aside from being physically-fit, he is also mentally-blessed. With an IQ of 139, near genius, Bradley is a good tactician, decision-maker, and thinker. He thinks three steps in advance, “as to ensure success in anything.”

Biography

Bradley was born mute. From the moment he was taught to speak, he could not find the ability to generate a sound from his mouth. His parents tried everything; from child trainers, to psychologists, to doctors, but none could cure Bradley. They said it was a mutated gene in his DNA code. However, when Bradley turned eight, he “spoke” his first word. At first, he taught he finally learned to speak; he can imitate the mouth formations his parents make. When he tried shouting out the word using his mouth, none of his parents heard him. He tried and tried, but all in vain. He thought it was a product of his overactive imagination. He simply thought of a single word while crying. “Mama.” His mother turned to her, and that was how the family discovered young Bradley’s power.

Bradley started schooling at a late age, but managed to get a degree in Business Administration at the age of 21, playing amateur basketball at the same time.

Writing Sample

Spoiler:
The weight of several Ancients were unbearable, especially if one of them is biting your head, another pinning him down with his sharp scythes and another sending Rock Blasts on his face. Within moments, Gladius felt hot blood flowing from his nose.

"Hey leave him alone!" a voice said from afar. A nearly unconscious Gladius heard it. It sounds so familiar. A few moments later, he felt several drops of water on him. The weight on his whole body seemed to be lifted. With much effort, Gladius tried to open his eyes.

Defender was well already. Apparently, the Alpha Alliance medics were good at what they do, having Defender up and running again, after a few hours. The Golduck fired off a confusion attack, sending the Carracosta slamming with its tribe. Gladius could have given the Golduck a small smile, of not for the pain he is feeling his whole face. Defender looked up to a distance.

"Sword and Shield head to the fire! It's a Sentinel!" Defender shouted, clearly oblivious to the fact that Gladius is lying on the mud, bleeding. Defender ran off. Gladius assumed that his brother is going to assist in defeating yet another Sentinel. Armoid was down. Gladius hoped that was enough to turn the tides.

He tried to stand up, despite being battered and bruised. He winced in pain, as his body inched upward. "Arceus sake, why now?" Gladius' face is twisted in pain. He stood erect, blood pouring from his face, his right eye was swollen, his left arm limp. I survived a Sentinel skirmish, and yet I nearly died in the hands of a mere ancient? With the true pride of a Gold Tribe member, Gladius started to walk, even if every bone in his body shrieked in protest. A fire erupted to where Defender ran off. That is where I am suppose to go. And he continued, fueled by his Gold Tribe pride.

But, nothing lasts forever. Gladius "Sword and Shield" Clipeum, like all men injured beyond immediate repair, fell, his consciousness slipping away from him.



can i be an exemption to one of your rules? :)

I am a Roleplayer


...and I am PROUD of it.
Lanistae Jacet [Lies of a Trainer]

Saturated Hue

acrobatic effing pirouette.

Age 25
Female
retrieving arms.
Seen August 25th, 2012
Posted August 22nd, 2012
184 posts
11.3 Years
Name
Cathy Collins

Gender
Female

Age
21

Talent
Radar eyes. Basically, she has improved vision and can detect abnormal happenings and life forms within the radius of one mile, and identify them. This power grants her the ability to shoot with pinpoint accuracy. She can also remain unblinking for hours on end, even underwater.

Appearance
Fairly tall, standing at 5'9". She has an hourglass figure, and a very pale complexion. Her wavy, jet black hair reaches her shoulders. She has no bangs, so as not to block her vision. Her nose is small but pointed, her eyes are brown and slightly slanted. Round face, no visible cheekbones, but still well-defined. Simply put, to most people, she is a very beautiful person.

Personality
Stoic, cold and generally passive, Cathy is the type to blend into the background until the time for action arrives, in which she will become the very definition of the word aggressive. She rarely voices her thoughts, but when she does, it will usually be in a rude and patronizing way. She has a very simple mindset; it is to strive to beat the strong, and to look down on the weak.

Biography
Cathy was born as the seventh of seventh, with six older brothers. Her mother died giving birth to her, so she grew up as the only girl in the family. Her father was a lieutenant in the army, and the Collins family lived by the strict military code Mr. Collins was accustomed to, and harsh punishments awaited them should they break any rules contained within it.

The Collins were very well-trained in gunmanship, with all six brothers sent to the military and earning places as officers. Cathy, being the only female, did not show an interest in her family's militaristic pursuits and treated gunmanship as a hobby more than anything else. Amongst the Collins, Cathy was easily the best gunman, being able to hit targets with pinpoint accuracy no matter how far they were. Naturally, her family has egged her on to join the army, but she promptly refused all offers, standing by her first decision to just treat gunmanship as a hobby.

Writing Sample
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.

Otherworld9)

Bard of Rage

Age 26
Male
honk
Seen January 5th, 2014
Posted November 13th, 2012
1,950 posts
12.4 Years
I really have no specific idea about the talents. Are they powers or just something that a person can do or have that's better than the average human's? For now...I'll stick to a power, since we have people who can see stuff over a mile away or so..

Name: Alexandria De Los Angeles

Gender: Female

Age: 19

Talent: Alex has Telekinesis, or the ability to manipulate objects. Although she's a beginner and a newbie at this, she can only move objects a mere one inch. She has plenty to practice to master complete control, but she in under way either way. In order to do this, she has to clear her mind and think of the object and order it around.

Appearance: Alex is a very small, slender yet muscular girl. She's 5'6", weighing around 120 pounds. Her hair is black, reaching to her elbows. They start to show the breaks and messy parts once past her eyebrow. Her eyes are dark emerald in color, her facial expressions usually melancholic and emotionless. Her bangs can cover her eyes, but fall between them instead. She also has bangs that frame her face that are of the same length. Alex's face rarely changes, her common expression being neutral frowns that everybody mistakes as her being depressed. Her skin is tan, although she recently got pale due to being indoors too much.

Personality: Alex is a very quiet and reserved girl, never sharing information of opening her mouth unless spoken to or under dire situations. Unlike her brothers or sisters, she's very direct and sincere, although she's actually shy and doesn't like to show it. She was blessed with the flexible body she has, since she loves parkour and can do any athletic trick, including front flips and splits. Music is very important to her, and she tends to listen to every detail. To her, people don't matter unless they interest her, in which she will keep an eye out for. Smiles for her aren't very important, and she rarely, probably never, smiles. If she does, then never in public. The only thing she's afraid of is water. She can't swim. Of course, she loves the moon, black, darkness, dark forests, spiders, and everything a person would consider "gothic-like." Actually, she tends to think negative most of her time. One thing everybody notices right away is how intelligent she is, since she has a love for science and nature. You could call her an animal lover, since she has a soft passion for strange animals like spiders, ravens, mice, and especially bats. Bats are her favorite animal.

Biography: Alex was born to a family of five: Two brothers, her, and her two parents. Being the oldest, she was given all the chores to do. In fact, since her two brothers were used to do all the labor for extra money, she was the only child going to school. Her father was serious about Alex getting an education, so he pushed her plenty for her to go far. It didn't take long until she graduated from High School at the age of 17, which wasn't much at the time. Her two brothers were polar opposites from her, but very different. One was the shy kid who had the heart of gold{Alexander}, while the other was nice as well, but solved problems using violence and fists{Alejandro}. Alejandro died when Alex had just turned 13, giving her the reserved and melancholic personality she has today. Alexander is two years younger than her, and currently works as a Mechanic.

Writing Sample:
Spoiler:

People were around her, and it got her nervous. Sure, she wasn't the first one here, and it was calming at first. Eventually, there was more than 9 people here, and it freaked her out. The Professor and his assistant spoke out and showed the usual, but she already knew all of that, so she payed more attention to the people around her. There was a red-headed girl who wore a huge bow, who didn't look so bad. One blonde kid had beautiful, observant eyes. What was so beautiful about them was the fact they were two different colors: vibrant orange and calming violet. There was a taller guy who's brown, more like coffee, colored hair covered his violet eyes. Violet. She loved the color.

Before she could take a good look at the others around her, she noticed one blonde boy with white tips that stood out reach out when the Professor and girl had finished. Due to shyness, she slowly moved ahead, her pose showing there was fear in her. Her father would always remind her of how cute she looked when walking as if she was scared....but her friends would either adore it or point it out. The assistant simply handed her a pokeball, which was quite random. She got herself a Poketch the color of violet. She wanted black, but violet was more etched into her mind at the moment. Putting it on her right wrist, she turned around and noticed some staring at her or just standing there. The one that caught most of her attention was one boy with spiky, auburn hair. Shaking her head to get her attention off of him, she moved a few feet away from the group and opened her pokeball, a dazzling red light materializing into what would become her first pokemon. A Treecko.

"A Treecko? How cute," she sweetly remarked, suddenly hugging the thing. Gasping for air, she let go and watched it as she coughs and catches air. "Do you mind if...well...I could name you?" she wondered out loud, the green pokemon looking up at her with interest. "Okay then...umm...what about Rain?" she hinted out. Treecko nodded, mesmerized by her glowing blue eyes that stand out. Naomi could only chuckle in response, standing up as she holds Treecko in her arms. She stands over to where the rest were, the boy beside her being the spiky haired one. As much as she wanted to talk to the spiky haired or any other guy, she was just too nervous and shy. Instead, she backed a bit and looked at the others. She was lucky she looked...well, dazzling and brilliant with her wavy black hair and blue eyes, but she just couldn't bring herself to talk. Her eyes flickered towards a Bulbasaur that was just sent out. He doesn't seem to know what the pokemon was, so she felt a bit amused at how little he knew. All of a sudden, she nearly jumped from fright at the introduction of the Professor's assistant.

“You’re Naomi, right? I’m Amber, so I guess we’re gonna be travelling together, huh?” She gave a quick glance to the rest, who were beginning to converse. She noticed the spiky hair of the other teen she was to travel with. “You too! Over here, Jason!”

"Umm...yes," Naomi spoke back quietly, looking back at the spiky haired guy. She wasn't really paying much attention, but from what she heard, they were traveling in groups. If so, then Amber and Spik-or Jason were going to be her partners. Hyper girl and mysterious guy. Not so bad.
Male
The Great Northern Nation of Canada
Seen January 12th, 2023
Posted February 23rd, 2020
3,171 posts
15.8 Years
Name: Lodovico “Vico” Silvio

Gender: Male

Age: 14

Talent: Pyrokinesis. He can create fire at will by thinking about it heating up until it combusts. However, it isn't the power of "making fire" it's the power of "making heat". It can be used to cook food, prevent cold related sicknesses etc.

Appearance: Vico is about 5”5 feet tall. His physique is somewhere between thin and average, leaning closer to average. His arms are also quite small, not quite skin and bones, but noticeable. His hands are also very smooth. This would probably be due to the manual work he never does. His skin is rather pale shade. Not completely pale, but still noticeable. His hair is jet black, moderately short and rather straight. Vico also makes sure it doesn't sag onto his face at all. He needs his physical appearance to stay as perfect as it can be. And finally, his eyes are a dark shade of brown.

Personality: Vico likes things to be perfect. He always tries to make sure things are done right. He doesn't like failing and will make sure that all necessary precautions are taken so that things can be as good as they can possibly be. He also likes to give his all and then some. He’ll give 200% and then give 210%. This ties in with his perfectionism, he will put his sweat, blood and tears into things. When he starts something he always makes sure to finish it. He’s also pretty smart. He always thinks critically and outside of the box. He always tries to find new and creative ways to solve his problems so that everything he does can be, you guessed it, perfect.

Although, Vico is quite bossy. The ultimate example of ‘My way or the highway’. Although he does like things to be perfect, this has caused him to always want to take the helm and make sure no one does anything wrong. Also, he’s pretty cocky and a little pretentious. He’s always sure that he will be the one that comes out on top. He'll always expect that victory will always be right in his fingertips. He’s also a bit of a snoop. He's always trying to act like Sherlock Holmes at any given interval. When he finds something that perplexes him, he’ll go find out what it is, whether it’s his business or not.

History: Vico was born and raised in a nice, high-class house. His younger childhood was always happy, filled with joy and life seemed sweet as honey. It felt like retirement about seventy or so years early. Vico was also the was the fourth of four children. They were all quite successful in what they did. Always getting As, bringing home trophies, always being that sort of ideal family that you always wish your apart of because it would seem nice. Being the the last of several, highly successful siblings, he always felt that he had a goal in life, a goal that he needed to meet before his life ends.

A goal which he decided not just to meet, but to surpass, 10 fold. He was always determined from his goal of wanting to reach the high level of his siblings. That level of meeting perfection, and then finding a way, some way to get above perfection. And to get there, a single mistake would do nothing other than hold him down, so he always made sure that he would get used to making sure everything around him is perfect and that he takes any precautions to make sure it stays that way. But going to school in pre-teens, he saw that perfection wasn't in the minds of everyone so he always took it upon himself to make sure things stayed perfect. And honestly, it seemed like he was on his way. He was no disgrace to his family, he always tried and he always succeeded. He felt as if victory would always be a stone's throw away.

Spoiler:
I guess I was on the way to my next destination. I continued walking until I saw the ROUTE 29 sign. Walking in, it seemed like there were rocks and rubble everywhere. If I didn't plan my steps carefully, I'd trip, fall and probably break my jaw. The Route seemed to be made a single path by a bunch of trees, and there were patches of grass and dirt. As I trudged around, I contemplated what my Pokémon was. I decided that if I were attacked, knowing what I had would be more convenient. I pulled out the small ball and pressed the button, causing it to expand twice as big. I softly lobbed it into the air, and with a beam of light hitting the ground, a Pokémon came out of the ball," Sneasel!" it shouted. It was a black, bipedal thing that was almost a metre tall. It had large claws on its hands and feet. It also had a gold mark on its forehead and chest, and also has feathers. Three on its rear and one where its left ear should be. It must say, it looks pretty cool. Sleek, dark, vicious. A perfect partner for the rest of my journey. I pulled out my PokéDex and checked skimmed over what it said, "Let's see... Dark and Ice type... Steals and eats eggs... Sharp claws... Known Attacks; Scratch, Leer, Taunt, Bite... Interesting." I threw my Poké Ball, softly tapping the Sneasel on its head. It opened and a red light beamed it back in the ball. I caught it and began continuing down the route. I knew that if something were to attack me, I'd be prepared with this Pokémon. I'm legitimately shocked no one else took it. But I guess the better Pokémon Trainer should get the better Pokémon. It's only fair. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit after I said that. After that, I decided my walk down this Route should continue.

It was just a matter of time before I ran into a tiny brown Pokémon on a rather large patch of green and dirt. It was brown and had a white colored circle on its belly and its tail had white rings. It's ears were large and were red on the inside. I reached pulled out my PokéDex and looked it up," Sentret... Normal-type... Known Attacks; Scratch, Foresight and Defense Curl. Should be a good training battle." I said to my self, closing it. I pulled out Sneasel's Poké Ball and threw his ball enthusiastically. To think, I came here thinking this would be a drag. This'll be just another thing I'll ace. Sneasel's ball opened up and the familiar beam of light hit the ground, revealing my black companion," Alright Sneasel, this is our first battle. Let's end it quickly with a Scratch attack!" I commanded. Sneasel ran toward the Sentret like a black blur and readied his claws. He slashed the Sentret with all of his might. It seemed he and I both thought the match was over, but neither of us noticed Sentret had curled up into a ball. When it got out of the ball, it seemed like it had taken little to no damage. That must've been Defense Curl. Lucky... "Sneasel, use Scratch again!" I commanded once more. I figured the move couldn't protect the little fuzz-ball forever. As my Sneasel ran towards the Sentret, I could've sworn I saw the Sentret's eyes twinkle. The Sentret pulled back its claw and ran toward Sneasel. When they both made contact, they ended up a few metres away from each other, standing like when the two swordsman clashed like in a classic Japanese samurai film. I waited anxiously to see who would fall. It only took a few seconds before Sneasel fell to his knees. Darn it. Brute strength won't win this battle, I have to make a plan. Come on, think... Maybe I could soften it up... Yeah, that might work. But first, I need it to attack. And Sneasel has the attacks to make this work.

"Sneasel!" I shouted, trying to get his attention. He stood up, signaling he could still fight. That's step 1, now for the next one, "Sneasel, use Taunt!" Sneasel pulled his left arm straight slowly pulled his wrist up and down, sending a 'bring it on' signal. This attack sent the Sentret into a blind rage. The Sentret dashed at Sneasel, getting ready to Scratch. I waited until the last moment," Dodge it Sneasel!" I commanded. And with a motion so quick, Sneasel jumped back, sending him far away. The Sentret looked at Sneasel with angry eyes. Next step," Sneasel, use Leer!" I shouted. Sneasel's eyes glowed red for a moment, but turned back to its normal colour after a while. Now for the last step, hopefully," Sneasel, use Bite!" Sneasel dashed at the Sentret and latched onto its head with his mouth. Sneasel was clawed a few times, but jumped off before any serious damage was down. Not to mention Sentret's small arms could barely reach Sneasel. It was only on for a few seconds, but the Leer attack made it pack a bigger punch. Sneasel and the Sentret are both on their last legs. This fight was almost over. The Sentret, weakened as it may have been, was still affected by the Taunt. It started running, ready to Scratch again," Sneasel, use Scratch!" I commanded. Sneasel and the Sentret were both running at each other. This would be the decider, whoever was standing after this would be the winner. The anticipation was astronomical. 3... 2... 1...

The Sentret and Sneasel's claws met, and there was more waiting to see who would come out on top. It was just a matter of time before the Sentret fell on its knees. And at that moment, I knew that a strong defensive fighter like this would complement my faster, stronger fighter. I pulled out one of the Poké Balls and threw it at the weakened Sentret. It was engulfed in the light and the ball bounced a few times before becoming stationary. The small button on the front flashed red and the whole ball was shaking. Judging by how hurt it was, I'm gonna say it's gonna stay in there. I'm positive. No reason for Sneasel to be out of it's Poké Ball. I pulled out Sneasel's Ball," Sneasel, return." I said. The ball remained closed, and Sneasel was beamed inside of it.

Now, I wait...

BlissyMKW

Rawr

Age 28
The Shadow Realm
Seen 4 Days Ago
Posted April 11th, 2023
1,151 posts
12.7 Years
I had to redo my SU since my computer failed.

Name
Tyrant Storm

Gender
Male

Age
17

Talent
Tyrant can tranfsorm into a elemental dragon with a body of different elemental types (depends on what he last had in effect before reverting to human form) with not so long arms, and a dragon snake type hybrid tail thing. The problem is that it won't last too long, and Tyrant will end up tired and will need to sleep. Tyrant also has different dragon elements that he gains when he comes into contact with some type of thing that could possibly create a new type of element for Tyrant to use.


Appearance
Tyrant stands at about 5'5, and around 168 pounds. He's mostly built from training as a kid. Tyrant has deep green eyes with long hair, reaching to about mid-back, silver in color, and some of it falls over his shoulders. His skin is tanned.

Personality
Tyrant normally doesn't normally talk to people, and only speaks when he needs to. It may not seem like it, but he does care for his friends, and would risk his own life just to save them. Tyrant thinks he doesn't deserve any credit for anything at all since he thinks it would sound selfish. He can seem mysterious with the cloak he wears, but underneath that, he's a good friend you can trust. He just can't make friends easily without screwing up. Although, for the most part, Tyrant's personality depends on the color of dragon flame he had in effect after reverting to human form. It also changes the color of Tyrant's cloak.

Biography
Tyrant grew up as every average kid would. Go to school, spend time with friends, go home. Tyrant spent time at home in his room, lifting weights he took from his dad's room, or studying. Tyrant's mom was a scientist, and she wanted Tyrant to be as smart as her. Tyrant's dad was a professonal boxer, and he wanted Tyrant to be stronger than the other kids. While Tyrant's mom wasn't busy, they normally to the boxing matches Tyrant's dad was in. Tyrant couldn't ask for anything better...mostly. The thing Tyrant wanted most of all was a friend. Just one friend.

Writing Sample
From Teen Heroes + Introduction of Tyrant's green dragon flame

"This was no accident. Somebody with lightning powers did this, but who? Nobody I know has lightning powers. But this place is most likely gonna burn down soon. I need to find a way to remove that tree." Tyrant said, walking into the next room. He found a suspicious file about himself written and arranged by somebody who knows everything about him. "What the hell? Who wrote this? It looks so...advanced." Tyrant siad before the building started shaking, indicating it would burn down soon. "Not much time left. Looks like I'm doing this in a different way." Tyrant said before stepping in a strange, green liquid. He fell to his knees, and something awoke inside him. His body turned to flames, but the fire was green, and Tyrant felt really different. "Huh? Green fire? This is new. But it may be useful." Tyrant said, walking back to the front door, still blocked by a tree. "Mabye this green fire could do something for me. But...I'm feeling weird again. Like a transformation is coming on." Tyrant thought before going full dragon, but rolled up into a ball. "What the!? I'm a dragon ball? This is insane! But I guess I can use this to my advantage. I feel much faster in this form. Mabye I can bash this tree away." Tyrant thought, rolling away, then rolling back at full speed with enough force to bash through the entire tree. He was still in ball form, back in the burning forest. "There. Free at last. I better get out of this forest, and back to the truck. Luckily, I got this new flame. I can get to the truck much faster now." Tyrant said, rolling off to get out of the forest. When he got out, Tyrant reverted to normal, and got back in the truck, parked near a few charred clown cars. He drove off, and reached the school in an hour. He parked the truck somewhere near the THU, where the mystery man was waiting. "Good. You brought the stuff. Here. Go get yourself a coffee or something in the morning. You deserve it." the mystery man said as Tyrant got out of the truck, handing him about 200 dollers in cash. "Wait, you're paying me...for stealing?" Tyrant asked, suprised. "You earned it. Now, go to sleep. I have more work for you in the morning." the mystery man said, walking away.

Sir Bastian

Christina - Crossroads

Age 33
Denmark
Seen 4 Weeks Ago
Posted January 10th, 2023
1,621 posts
11.3 Years
I've had my eyes on this RP for a little while, but I'm just not sure if I should write up an SU and try to join or not... I suppose I'm worried wether how fast replies will be, and for how long this RP will be going.

You mentioned a 'short burst of energy' as the catch for it, but what does that mean? A month worth of RP, or more? Less? And how limited are we in regards to the powers we can pick?

Oh, and I was thinking, if I -was- going to make a character, I'd make one that could teleport and possibly have another ability (That wouldn't give him a gigantic edge, but teleporting in itself doesn't do all that much), such as... invisbility. But I'm not sure what exactly we'd encounter, so... what do you think? Teleportation + something else, or just teleport?
Seen March 11th, 2012
Posted February 28th, 2012
23 posts
14 Years
@ Stingray

Not expecting people to post all the time. Once every one or two days ought to be sufficient!

@ THAT WONDERFUL PIXY GUY!

Looks great! Accepted.

@ KoboraX

Your power is interesting, but the flame thing might be treading a bit too far into TWPG's character's territory. Mind changing it up a little?

Also, please remember that you're not choosing your clothes. Every character begins wearing the same wetsuit.

Pending for now.

@ Sir Bastian

It's not so much about how fast I'm expecting everyone to post...the story itself is just rather short. The whole thing takes place in just under three in-game days or so.

As for powers, consider yourself limited only by your imagination. Granted, I'll take care to point out an ability I think is overpowered! Teleportation is tricky, I think. You can do a lot with spatial manipulation of that nature. I'd probably have to cut it off there.
Seen March 11th, 2012
Posted February 28th, 2012
23 posts
14 Years
You ask a funny question, because the idea of teleportation always comes with some baggage. If we can teleport what we touch along with our own body, then what's to stop us from touching the planet and teleporting that elsewhere? We have to invoke some sort of "within reason" rule, but then that always feels arbitrary. It's silly to say "I can teleport this thing, but not this thing", right?

In my experience, the best way to deal with this is to impose the "the bigger/more complicated the object, the harder it is to teleport through space" idea. So, for instance, teleportation of the planet is conceivable, but attempts to do so are fruitless because it requires an insane amount of power and concentration. By the same token, I'd imagine that you'd have to concentrate much harder to teleport yourself holding a foreign object than just to teleport yourself.

Of course, this is exactly the sort of thing that I imagine could be trained.

Sir Bastian

Christina - Crossroads

Age 33
Denmark
Seen 4 Weeks Ago
Posted January 10th, 2023
1,621 posts
11.3 Years
Hrmh, you make a really good point, and it seems like a perfect 'Ball and chain' if you get what I mean :P So I'll be sure to keep that in mind.

Regarding the writing sample though... I never was good with coming up with something completely random to write about, and doing so here feels sort of... I don't know, it wouldn't show me from my best side. Should I give it a shot anyway, or would you be satisfied with looking through a couple of the posts I've made on the forum so far?