A New Professor in Town - Kanto Adventure PG13 OOC Thread

[slls81]

@pokemontriplemasterx - You need to bulk up that SU before I can accept it. Red Hawt Chibi Pepper's SU above is a good indication of the sort of length and detail I'm looking for in an SU.

@Red Hawt Chibi Peppers - That looks good for a first Sign Up. We're quite far into Hoenn now, so it's probably best just to jump in where we are now. If you want to write a quick overview of what happened so far that's fine, but not completely necessary. Tbh we've had so many changes this region, a wildcard will be absolutely fine. So yeah you are accepted, I'll send you a list of available pokemon so far and you can choose up to four from the list :).

Note:
Anyone who wants to join really needs to read at least post #1019 of the main roleplay (which can be found at the link below). We have a couple of big arcs revolving around what happens in this post, so you really need to be up to speed for it to make sense :)

https://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?p=5370028&highlight=robert#post5370028

 

[moon]

Alright, I'll do my best to write quality posts then, since you accept me without an RP sample. Thanks!

I'll just try and read as much of your Hoenn progress as I can, before I write up some kind of a summary or at least an explanation of Kiro's progress so far.

Should I still choose only one pokémon?

 

[slls81]

Alright, I'll do my best to write quality posts then, since you accept me without an RP sample. Thanks!

I'll just try and read as much of your Hoenn progress as I can, before I write up some kind of a summary or at least an explanation of Kiro's progress so far.

Should I still choose only one pokémon?

No, you can have up to 4 pokemon, I thought I PM'd you a list of available pokemon? If not I can resend it to you :)

 

[moon]

No, I got it, I just wanted to make sure ^^

Starting at route 111 then?

I'd like him to have Slakoth, Wingull and Geodude, if that's ok. I guess his starter would be Wingull then. And she's female :)

 

[slls81]

No, I got it, I just wanted to make sure ^^

Starting at route 111 then?

I'd like him to have Slakoth, Wingull and Geodude, if that's ok. I guess his starter would be Wingull then. And she's female :)

You can have a wild card starter of any basic pokemon (within reason), the rest were just what you could have captured so far. So if you want something else as a starter, feel free. :)

 

[moon]

Ah, I would love that :D Is Mareep ok?

 

[slls81]

Ah, I would love that :D Is Mareep ok?

Yep thats fine, I'll add you to the front page later today. Where do you want to jump in? Maybe Mauville?

 

[moon]

If I can start right up on route 111, I promise to write a good, decent lengthy post explaining lots of things while trying hard not to get boring :]

 

[slls81]

If I can start right up on route 111, I promise to write a good, decent lengthy post explaining lots of things while trying hard not to get boring :]

Okay that sounds fine by me. Feel free to start posting whenever you have the time :)

 

[moon]

I'll try and get it up soon, but I've got school at 2 pm and if I can't get it up before that, I'm more likely to post it tomorrow :/ or tonight XD

Thanks again! And don't be too hard on me in the beginning... this will be my first RP post ever ^^

 

[Zeph.]

Yay a new face :D

Welcome to the RP Red'sHawt :)

 

[moon]

Thanks ^^

And call me Rika.

 

[I Laugh at your Misfortune!]

Hooray fresh blood

Nice to meetcha, Rika :D

 

[moon]

Nice to meet you too, I've seen you a lot of times, Misfortune.

I posted in the RP thread! omgomgomg

 

[I Laugh at your Misfortune!]

yayzees

also, zomgzomgzomg plot twists in first post :D

 

[moon]

I think overthink everything too much XD

 

[Underoos]

I THINK spots are still open, because it looked like they were. If they aren't though, you can just pretend I never posted this >>

Name: Damian Johnson
Age: 16
Gender: Male

Appearance:
Damian stands at a height of about five feet and eleven inches. He has a light peach complexion. Damian's built pretty averagely. He's at a nice weight for his size and he doesn't really have any muscle because he doesn't exercise much at all, though nor does he have a belly. He probably only doesn't have such a belly because he eats very healthy foods. Damian has shaggy dark brown hair that is very straight and generally hangs in front of his eyes. Damian's eyes are blue, and he doesn't need to wear contacts or glasses. Damian generally tries to keep a clean appearance about his entire body and face, so he shaves when he needs to.

For clothing, Damian likes to wear simple things. Most often he will be seen wearing a white shirt and a zip up hoodie over that, normally of a black color. Damian generally wears blue jeans that are tattered at the bottom because they're rather long and he normally ends up walking on them. Damian wears average sneakers for shoes, a pair that he's had a while and are comfortable for travel but aren't falling apart just yet. He wears a necklace with a ring on it that was his grandfather's, but other than that he has no accessories.

Personality:
Damian is a very easy going person. He likes to relax and have fun, and isn't really too keen on being super serious all the time. While he can be serious when he has to be, Damian would much rather prefer to be laughing with a few good friends. Generally Damian is an outgoing person, but if he's on edge or annoyed he can come across as a quiet or shy type. Damian is also very loyal, and cares deeply for the people close to him. He likes to take on a protector type of role if anyone he cares about is in trouble, though that could be a major flaw because he never really thinks through the consequences. He's a bit quick to action, but a great friend nonetheless.

History:
The odd thing about Damian is that he should have gotten a Pokemon when he was 10, but he didn't. He was very excited to get one as well, and couldn't wait for the opportunity. The problem that arose was when his little sister got sick. It was just before he was supposed to leave, and his father had left to go to Celadon City to get medicine. Damian's mother was working quite often, so really he was the only one who could take care of her. Damian was reluctant and a bit put off about it at first, but finally decided to stay for the benefit of his family. About a week or so later, she made a complete recovery but it was too late for Damian's journey. He has waited for the opportunity ever since, but doesn't hold a grudge or anything against his little sister.

Starter Choice: Not really sure what I should put here. Should I put a random Pokemon or something else?

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Chad whistled to himself a random little tune he had stuck in his head. He felt completely on air. For some reason, Chad felt invincible, but it was probably just the winning having gone to his head. Chad would never admit that though, because he totally wasn't that type of guy. Nope, not that type of guy at all. So now he was heading out on Route 116. It looked rather forest-y, and Chad decided that it suited him just fine. As he began to walk, he noticed numerous Pokémon looking at him curiously. He also heard several loud voices. It made him wince, but he just kept going. There was plenty here to explore.

He was almost ten minutes into the route when his stomach growled. Chad blinked and glanced down. He stopped in the middle of the road and then pulled out a small bag of chips he had still left in his backpack. Hopefully, he thought as he eyed two sandwiches, I can make it to the next city. He didn't want to starve, now did he? No, exactly. Chad popped a BBQ flavored chip in his mouth and continued along the route. He would occasionally pop another in his mouth as he went. Chad was enjoying the scenery, sure, but a part of him was uneasy. Chad sighed heavily, I feel like I feel homesick. I don't want to feel homesick. This is no fun… He crumpled the empty bag in his hands and stuffed it in the side pocket of his backpack. That was when his phone started to ring. Chad perked up and glanced at the number. Sweeeeeeeeet, he thought, immediately happy. He answered it.

"Why did you call me at seven in the morning? It's like one of the few days I get to laze about, and you call me at seven in the morning!" she half screeched in his ear. Chad winced. She wasn't a morning person, and he had accidentally forgotten that in his haste to call her earlier.

"But…Selene," he whined, "I had something really important to tell you. And you know you love me too much to just not talk to me!" Chad sniffed, feigning hurt. She sighed on the other end. That was basically a sigh that meant for Chad to just tell her already. So, that's exactly what he did. "You see," he began, "here I was in the middle of this creepy forest after snagging an evil Scyther that tried to kill my guitar—"

"What?" she interrupted.

"Just go with it," he replied. She was probably rolling her eyes on the other end, but she didn't say anything. "Anyway…then I saw a Cyndaquil! And I know you love those funky little weasel things, so I was like I should catch this for her." Chad cleared his throat briefly. "So then I chased it all around. I was like an inch from using my Pokeball when I suddenly blacked out!"

"It knocked you out?" She started cracking up. Chad's face heated.

"No! Someone else did smarty pants."

"Oh, my bad."

"Anyway," Chad grumbled, "I woke up and I was in this cage thing with this other kid. There were these weird people there. One of 'em said something weird to me, and then talked about cutting off my finger, so me being me, I snapped right back. But I sadly didn't get to finish my awesome sentence."

"Do I even have to guess what said sentence was?" Selene questioned lightly. She probably already knew the answer.

"Nah, you probably don't," Chad replied. A grin spread across his face as he sat down under a tree.

"But you really should've caught that Cyndaquil. Jeez, make me depressed why don't you," she mumbled. Chad frowned. He knew she was joking, but a teensy part of him said that a teensy part of her wasn't. "So! How many Pokémon have you caught? Just that annoying Scyther?"

"Naw, I caught a Poochyena and…er…wait, that's it," Chad said. "I got a Buizel as my starter though." Chad knew that she had just changed the subject, but he didn't feel inclined to mention it.

"I don't even know what that is," Selene replied. "But that's alright. I have to go anyway."

"Oh…" Chad said. He sighed softly. "Bye."

"Bye."

Chad sighed and leaned against the tree. He stared up at the thick leaves silently. Generally talking to Selene made him feel a lot better, but right now he wasn't so sure. Honestly he felt like a complete jerk. Chad took out his guitar and began to play. The tune was something he'd known for a long time. Actually it was the first song he played for her—Clair De Lune. Truthfully he was half numb while playing it. He was thinking but somehow managing to play at the same time. Chad had been playing since he was about eight though, so that factor probably contributed. Suddenly there was something that caught his eye. Three big, roundish Pokémon were standing in front of him. Chad blinked slowly. They were staring at his guitar.

Chad kept playing, but eyed the Pokémon carefully. What is up with wild Pokémon and my precious guitar? He thought, eyes narrowing silently. They seemed to sway their round bodies to the music. Then he finished the song. The Pokémon paused and stared. Chad swallowed harshly. The Pokémon's faces crumpled, and then they suddenly began to wail. Chad yelped and clapped his hands to his ears, guitar falling directly on his lap. The Pokémon paused, and Chad decided to take that opportunity to start playing the song again. The Pokémon suddenly quieted. Chad quickly thought of an idea, and glanced at the three Pokeballs on his belt. If I get to them, then I can get these guys away from me, Chad thought. He deliberately slowed the pace of the song further, and then carefully positioned his hands close to their Pokeballs.

Finally his hand hit all three of the little white buttons. Chad grinned as his Pokémon appeared. The wild ones looked surprised and taken aback—they were obviously into the tunes. Buizel quickly slammed into all three of them at once in a harsh quick attack. The Pokémon were so surprised they had failed to launch an attack. Chad stopped playing instantly and ordered different moves for each of his Pokémon.

Scyther followed up on the Whismur with a quick attack of her own. Upon order, Poochyena charged one with a tackle. Buizel brought up the rear by using a water gun on the final one. The Whismur got up as Chad's Pokémon backed off. Chad smirked, ha…they'll probably run off now. That's when they starting bellowing in funky harmonies that made Chad's ears hurt. Chad groaned and clapped his hands to his ears. His Pokémon winced from the sheer loudness. Chad whipped out his Pokedex quickly and skimmed it over. Poochyena has a new move, he realized.

"Poochyena, use poison fang!" Chad called sharply. Poochyena charged in and snapped his purple-laced jaws down on one of the Whismur. The purple ball cried out, shrieks stopping instantly. When Poochyena hopped away, Chad saw the Whismur's face go a funny shade as it keeled over. Chad blinked. Did that seriously just…? He wondered. The other Whismur stared, and then looked at Chad with a very odd look on their faces. They didn't look happy. Suddenly they began to cry and hop around, stomping their little feet. Buizel, Scyther, and Poochyena all flinched and shuddered. Chad looked at his Pokedex, and was surprised. This was actually some form of attack that did damage! Well crap, he thought.

"Bui!" Buizel cried, attempting to cover his ears. He shook his head a couple times, but that didn't seem to help much. Poochyena was growling continuously. Scyther was hissing and looked like she was about to pounce and tear their throats out. Chad frowned.

"Poochyena, go attack the one to the left with tackle. Scyther you take down the one on the right using quick attack. Once they get out of the way, you use sonic boom to finish the combo Buizel," Chad said. It was a slightly rocky plan, but they were only wild Pokémon. Chad figured it would work—this time.

Poochyena darted in with Scyther a few paces ahead. The Whismur attempted to block the attacks, but their speed was nothing. Scyther knocked one into the other, and Poochyena smashed his fangs down. The Whismur cried out as they tumbled together. Buizel then used a sonic boom, sending familiar shock waves directly towards the Whismur. Within seconds, the Pokémon were slowly getting up and backing away. It was virtually over. Chad sighed and recalled his Pokémon after briefly thanking them. Then, without another thought, he slung his guitar case over his shoulder and stood. He played his guitar as he walked, strumming the same song over and over.

 

[pokemonmastertriplex]

@pokemontriplemasterx - You need to bulk up that SU before I can accept it. Red Hawt Chibi Pepper's SU above is a good indication of the sort of length and detail I'm looking for in an SU.

@Red Hawt Chibi Peppers - That looks good for a first Sign Up. We're quite far into Hoenn now, so it's probably best just to jump in where we are now. If you want to write a quick overview of what happened so far that's fine, but not completely necessary. Tbh we've had so many changes this region, a wildcard will be absolutely fine. So yeah you are accepted, I'll send you a list of available pokemon so far and you can choose up to four from the list :).

Note:
Anyone who wants to join really needs to read at least post #1019 of the main roleplay (which can be found at the link below). We have a couple of big arcs revolving around what happens in this post, so you really need to be up to speed for it to make sense :)

https://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?p=5370028&highlight=robert#post5370028

but ive never been accepted into an rp on pc ive never even had my rps approved i hate my life:(

may as well just leave pokecommunity

 

[DigitalRemnants]

A little out of practice, but let's give this a shot. Noticed slots opened up recently and hoping one's still left for me :P

Name: Socha DePorte
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Appearance: Indiscriminate in a shuffling crowd of trainers, Socha's rather ordinary. She stands at a healthy 5'4'' with a lithe figure best described as petite, admittedly self-conscious about her height (but milk will always be her enemy), much time spent in the sun giving her the start of an olive stain, a slow tan lightly darkening her regularly pale skin. Hazel tresses, falling to her shoulder blades without constraint, are commonly pulled into a pony tail, short bangs loosely falling to scatter the fine line of her brow. Sunglasses are a common accessory, sport designed, resting either atop her scalp or on the bridge of her nose to cover viridian orbs.

Still ordinary in attire, Socha tries to maintain simplicity. A regular crimson shirt suits her taste, paired with grass-stained jeans rolled up to her ankle, fitted with a loose belt weaved around her thin waist. Pouches line the leather material, finding purchase in straps, usually containing miscellaneous items of interest for her journey: Pokeballs, Potions, TMs, etc. Small objects that need to be easily accessed find homes in these pouches, while larger tools fit into her dark backpack, strap slung diagonally from her right shoulder. Overall, she's unusually sensible with her outfit choice, preferring rationality to fashion. It is suspected her parents had a healthy hand in deciding her regular traveler wear...

Personality: Socha has not the capacity to be lazy or apathetic; a being of pure ethereal, surreal energy, her opportunities for rest and relaxation are few and far between, a taxing attribute for those who associate with her and her abundant enthusiasm. Some would deem her a refreshing presence while just as many others would oppose her as an irritation and she's shrugged both reactions, content to be as she feels, a bit of an independent spirit. While she can handle being alone, Socha enjoys company to break the solidarity of silence, claiming friends break up loneliness and make simple tasks "fun." In that regard, like several others, Socha is fairly simple minded, understanding the superficial details with great loyalty while the more subtle meanings may escape her.

All fair, in her opinion, since she's aware her own practices of subliminal are very rusty. Obvious to a fault, honest her very definitive virtue, Socha is blunt and has figured evading a direct point really only serves to muddle her definition. Sure, others are eloquent speakers, however, as an orator, Socha lacks grace in speech and can come off as a bit idiotic. Her actions really do assist, always going with her first option, rarely sparing question for plan B. Luckily, Socha's inherited some very nice trainer instinct from her father that'll hopefully keep her live and kicking for the duration of her adventure. Beyond her on-point delivery, she carries a nice demeanor, easy smile, carefree sparkle to emerald eyes, and a bit of an empty gaze, eyelids fulfilled with ambition images for the possible future, a thing of optimism.

History: Like ten-year-olds scattered throughout most of Kanto, Socha was suppose to receive her starter from Professor Oak some five years prior to the present. It was simplicity for simplicity sake and her parents were sure to arrange it as such, weary of their only child's perchance for whining and tantrums whenever she was denied, for whatever reason. With a family friend who owned a Dodrio, Socha would travel from Pewter City to Pallet, knock on Professor Oak's door, and await the start of her new life. The problem? At some point during the short pilgrimage, Socha had lost her way with her supervision, she'd tripped over a Rattata, and, while she did find Pallet with the Rattata hot on her heels, a poorly placed rock had upset the girl's balance and she was launched, nose-first, into Professor Oak's door... Minutes before a very outraged Rattata hopped onto her back, sharp fangs flashing in the sunlight.

A simple journey quickly devolved into a pathetic one, with Socha passed out on Professor Oak's door, broken nose addling her and slight scars tearing her torso. With such displays of capability and intelligence (coughcough), Oak kindly asked the child to reconsider starting a journey now and, since her head was swarming with the lilting effects of painkillers, she'd dazedly nodded, grasping her bag of ice closer to her fractured nose. Later, she'd recognized her clumsy mistake as a horrible missed chance. Socha was patient, though, and Professor Maple's offer couldn't have come sooner for the regretful fifteen-year-old.

Starter Choice: Abra w/Secret Power
Pokemon on Hand: Geodude
Poochyena
Seedot

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Shuu prodded at the grease stains in his… Ahh, soup, the distinctly more opaque liquid dancing abstractly by the whim of his fork, which he absently had swimming in the soup, starring at the opposite wall. So caught in his thoughts, so intense were his blank hazel irises trained on the interesting spot of nasty mold on the otherwise beige wall, so many of his illustrative thoughts caught upon that health hazard growing on the pub wall that Shuu's rotund slab of pork in the middle of his plate had not been touched yet, the charred black and crusting piece of protein dropping flakes of ripe obsidian into the caramel seas below, left to float aimlessly along the currents of Shuu's silverware. The bartender had to look upon the image with slight sympathy, because that pork was not cheap for a waiter's salary and, if he knew his employee would lose his appetite due to the mention of his father, he would've withheld the information until that pork had been scuffed down.

Oddly enough, he wasn't sympathetic enough to completely waiver the fee. That was, nevertheless, a perfectly edible bowl of cooked (overcooked) pig dipped in mystery sauce and since Shuujin's fork had already touched the dish, heck, drew figure eights out of the grease pools, there could be no refund on his meal.

Moving on though, Shuujin's father… The boy had to sigh. It was more like his potential father who owned the same eyes as Shuujin was out and about in this large world as a shinobi. His father, his pops, daddy; Those words hadn't entered Shuujin's mind in years. Not since he was eight, sitting on a nun's lap, enquiring about his dad. He'd heard stories about his mother, plenty, but never a wink about his father. She'd said, with all good intentions, that Shuujin had a heavenly father and that much should've sufficed. The answer sated the boy until now, when he was recently reminded that his dad may not be a wholly fictitious element of his life. Well, the closest real answer to the identity of this man, however, lay in a mercenary who'd abandoned the village some years ago and was now a hired executor for some wealthy people who wanted to stay under the radar.

Did he really care to know a dad who killed to earn money? Shuu was able to ignore the fact he was abandoned, it honestly didn't affect the boy, but could he accept a father who killed for a living? Or would this man accept Shuu, for all his weaknesses?

The former question was easy enough to answer. Shuujin had been around, as an employee for various industries, as a regular church participant… and as a convenient sponge for shinobi during weak moments of intoxications or emotional overload, where they'd dispel personal stories- Stories of hideous regrets, skeletons from the closet, fear and paranoia, terror, the works of being a ninja. Konoha ninjas sometimes did terrible things and Shuu had been able to forgive them, each and every one who had to stay until the late hours at the bar to try to drink their way into oblivion, as so many around him were doing. So, if he ever met his father, maybe he and Shuu would get along well together… Maybe.

In the first place, how was he suppose to meet his dad? Track him down as a Jounin? Pssh… Like that would ever happen. Chortling inwardly, Shuujin lifted his fork, shook some excess oil from the prongs, and zoned on a dart board he knew would be tacked onto an adjacent wall. A circle painted, from the center to the edges, with red, yellow, blue, and green stripes, stood staring at Shuu and the waiter knew he would be lucky to even graze any of those primary colors, likely to plant the silverware into the wood some several feet beside the green edges entirely, owe the bartender some trivial fee, and get kicked out for nearly killing a patron in the process. Thus, as Shuujin shut his eyelids and swiftly sent the fork flying with a flick of his wrist, he didn't dare glance at the dartboard, almost certain of his failure at stimulating a kunai toss. Judging from the reactions of the other customers, all wide-eyed and gaping, he assumed reality did not disappoint his imagination.

Shuujin… A ninja? Ninja warrior Shuu? Shuujin, the Jounin? He wasn't certain whether the world would die from laughter or tears from those possibility, maybe a combination of the two. So, with a slight smirk caught on his lips at his muses, Shuu took one last look at his undisturbed slab of pork, deposited some coins onto the bar table, and made to leave the bar, the notion of his father, and his acrobatic fork, leaving it all behind without a single glance back, all his uncertainties intact but somewhat tickled now.

Too bad.

Spoiler:

Someone, a regular of the bar who kept tabs on the ninja census and unwound here every Friday, lightly gripped the handle of the fork, still absolutely astonished, as he picked the offending piece of silver from out of the painted plastic. Red coated plastic. Shuujin had hit the mark, some right of what might be considered dead center. And, perhaps, this was some sort of sign from the deity above Shuujin held in high esteem, however, the man with the fork had only one thought in his mind as he settled into Shuu's now vacant seat, asking for another fork and drooling at the untouched pork centerpiece left on the plate.

"Beginner's luck?"

Sorry about the second set of spoilers in my RP sample. It's suppose to be continuous, but that second pair of tags refuse to be deleted :/

 

[slls81]

@Frostbite - Yep that looks fine, accepted. For the starter choice... yeah its a wildcard, so pretty much any basic level pokemon you want (not legendary or uber i.e. dratini etc.).

@Digital Remnants- You're accepted too, but why did you type your SU in white? lol Made it a little awkward to read. :P In regards to Abra, maybe you could get an Abra with Knock Off or possibly Secret Power?

@Both of you - I think it would be best if you jump in at the current point in the RP. (Mauville) I'll send you both a list of available pokemon so far in the RP. You can choose up to 3 more pokemon that you would have caught up to the current point in the RP. If you want to write a brief summary of your journey so far feel free, but it isn't essential.

Oh, and Sign Up's are now closed.