Alter Ego
that evil mod from hell
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- Seen Aug 8, 2010
Way back in ancient times, or so the old tales go, there existed a civilization far greater than anything achieved ever since, one which was simply remembered as the Iga. Originally, or so the story goes, they were little more than a small clan. A primitive people who lived in harmony with nature, knowing nothing of the world beyond their own forests and hunting grounds, leading a simple lifestyle of hunting and foraging with the aid of the forest pok�mon, living so closely in tune with them that the tales even insist that some people were born with the ability to speak with these wondorous creatures. As time went by, the Iga clan learned ever more of the pok�mon they lived their lives with, each generation growing better at understanding and handling them than the one preceeding it. Those who displayed the best talent for handling and communicating with pok�mon quickly distinguished themselves from the rest, calling themselves druids or beastmasters and devoting their lives to further developing the gifts they possessed and to train those from the next generation who showed even greater potential than them. As the Iga clan's influence over wild pok�mon grew however, so did their arrogance, the druidic circle which had more or less assumed control over the rest of the clan soon deciding that they deserved more than a simple life in the forests, that othe civilizations should respect them like the masters they were, that they should leave a mark on the world that would last forever. They wished for world domination.
And theire wishes would not be denied, soon the announcement was made, and the Iga clan went to war with the beastmasters, or beast kings as they soon deicded to dub themselves, at the front, swiftly driving the neighbouring tribes back with the sheer power and numbers of their pok�mon, either enslaving or eliminating every other civilization that they came across. The pok�mon did not approve of course, but by now the Iga elders had learned their secrets so thoroughly that the poor creatures had little choice but to obey the ones who had once treated them as equals but now looked upon them as little more than usefull servants.
With each conquest, the beast kings' arrogance grew ever greater, and once they had cleared the continent they inhabited of all others, assuming that they now held the whole world in their possession, they began the next phase of their master plan; harnessing the power of both pok�mon and slaves from the other tribes to carve out glorious cities from themselves, be it from the faces of the tall mountain ridges, the depths of the forests, the bottom of the sea, or even mountain tops forced into levitation by constant effort from a large and carefully regulated group of psychic pok�mon,. Once the long labour was over, the beast kings, now five in all, each settled in the city that best suited their tastes, all of them lording over their own share of the people, although they met on regular intervals to decide on matters of greater import, passing on their thrones only to those they had most carefully moulded in their own image to make sure that things stayed as they were. So proud and full of their own power were they, that the beast kings proclaimed themselves beast gods instead, and later on, god kings, setting up a priesthood to serve them and help them lord over the ever more mutinous populace.
In this manner, things went on for quite a while, but with each generation, the god kings grew more and more self-complacent and less and less mindfull of the ancient arts that had granted them the power they held. Slowly, their influence over pok�mon began shrinking, although the god kings failed to realize this as the pok�mon who had begun regaining their free will were smart enough not to tip their captors off about it. Still, there was a rebellion brewing amongst the pok�mon, right beneath the god kings' noses and within the very base of their power and their nations capital; the sky city of Zhara-Dun. The independent pok�mon, as well as a few of the oppressed people who had caught wind, slowly gathering within the city itself, laying out their plans and biding their time, awaiting the right moment to strike.
And one fatefull day, that moment arrived when it once again became time for the god kings to assemble. They had barely made it to the meeting hall when the assault began, thousands of humans and pok�mon suddenly turning into open revolt, cutting their way through opposing soldiers and the pok�mon who were still enslaved until they reached what they were striving for; the levitation chamber, the very heart of the city where psychic pok�mon constantly toiled to keep the lofty construction afloat. The ensuing scene was short and brutal; the rebels turned on the already strained psychic types, cutting them down and sending the whole city crashing down into the sea, the power of the god kings and their clergy dying with it.
To this day, that battle is still remembered on Mono island, the peculiar, and unimaginatively named, location on the world map which was supposedly born from the afforementioned apocalyptic collision several millenia ago and which now houses one of the largest, most high-tech cities of the known world; Twilight City, a small state in its own right. This year, just like every year before, it is time for the memorial celebration of the epic battle between the rebels and the god kings, the whole city being turned into a battleground, complete with an upper walk for paying spectators, where willing trainers pit their pok�mon against an assortment of semi-wild ones amassed by the organizers of the event. The best trainer in the event is promised the usual fare; fame, glory, and a nifty prize as well as the title of beast king, or queen, of the year, although lesser prizes are offered for other outstanding performrances.
This year, there are also other forces at work behind the scenes however; rumours of ties between Waiwai Inc., one of the event's largest sponsors, and the notorious criminal organization Team Viper which has been rapidly tightening its hold of the region, calling upon increased police monitoring and tightened security measures, although there are even more sinister rumours about, rumours of wild pok�mon in the area behaving in a disturbingly organized manner...
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Rules (Read or die! XO):
1. Follow all standard RP section rules (Self-explanatory).
2. Just to stress this; no powerplaying, godmodding, bunnying, or character control of any kind! If I see someone's character doing as much as raising an eyebrow without the creator's consent (The only exception being rule number 3) then the person responsible will be warned, once, and if the violation is repeated then that person will be kicked out of the RP. Yes, I know it sounds harsh, but there are few things I hate as much as powerplaying.
3. If a person in the RP hasn't made an IC post in seven days (that is, one week) and hasn't notified me of his/her absence then you may control that person's character, but only if necessary and in accordance with that character's personality.
4. No posting beneath four lines. I'm serious about this one, if you can't manage four lines of coherent english then please don't sign up, I'm looking for people who can RP in proper detail, because short, flat, and emotionless posts just ruin the mood of an RP.
5. Mind your spelling. If you have trouble spelling, don't just blame it on english not being your first language (It isn't mine either but I'm not having trouble). I don't want anyone having to guess what you tried to write in your post so if you know you have trouble with spelling and grammar then either refrain from joining or at least get yourself a spell checker, even that crude one that comes with Microsoft Word will help loads.
6. Read the rules and read the plot. Really, I didn't risk carpal tunnel syndrome for you to skim the first two lines of my writing and then just waltz along to a hasty sign-up, when writing up your character make sure that his/her history etc. don't clash with the setting as I'll have no choice but to deny such characters entry into the RP, which would suck on your part.
Okay, since people obviously aren't taking a hint I'll repeat what I said on page two:
~Sign-ups are now officially over~
It's too late plot-wise for anyone to join, so don't freakin' try to sign up anymore. <_<
EDITNESS: Bah, I was almost done typing up my sign-up sheet when the computer went and froze on me for no apparent reason. >.< Well, here it is;
Name: Valen Ironholm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: A fairly tall and slim boy for his age, Valen's skin is of a naturally pale pigment that refuses to tan, seemingly regardless of how much sunlight it is exposed to, not that he would ever want something like a tan anyway. His hair is dark purple, and usually hangs a bit over the right one of his misty grey eyes. Appearance wise, he's fairly okay looking, not particularly handsome by any measure but not really beaten-with-a-stick ugly either. For clothes, he usually wears a black t-shirt with the words 'Life is short, bite hard' written in red lettering on the front with a faded grey jacket, the right sleeve of which is so long that it can be used to cover his right hand from view, and the left one of which seems to have been quite violently slashed of right beneath the shoulder, although why Valen hasn't had it fixed or gotten himself a new jacket is anyone's guess. He also wears a pair of very dark blue, almost black, jeans, the legs of which are so long that they almost hide the heavy black boots he wears on his feet. He also wears a chain of small, metallic spheres around his neck as an accessory.
Personality: A cold, hateful, and mistrusting individual. Valen is the kind of person that always looks at the bad side of both life and people, seemingly going through life with a constant frown on his face. He never seems to smile or laugh unless it's in mockery, triumph, or deception and he only maintains good manners either in sarcasm or when it benefits him. He always acts only in the interest of himself or, to some extent, his pok�mon, and has no qualms about taking a path that would hurt others if it promises suitable profit for him. He may not be completely heartless however, as there have been times, although they are very rare and he always denies their existence, when he has shown uncharacteristic acts of charity or mercy. Such moments are rare in the extreme however, and only done if the person in question has done something very remarkable to him indeed, and usually he is far too guarded and snappish among others to ever let anyone close enough for him to care about.
Pok�mon:
Arbok "Seirini" (Female)
Valen's first and most cherised pok�mon, Seirini was originally one of the countless stray pok�mon attempting to carve out a living for themselves on the streets of Stonewall Town, and like many of the strays in that area, ended up as the victim of a local street gang's violence. Luckily, from a certain point of view, she was discovered by one of the many Viper pok�mon collectors and soon added to their selection of starters. For reasons fully known only to himself, Valen was adamant about taking the Ekans under his wing and raising her into the powerfull Arbok that she is today. Because of traumatic experiences in her past, Seirini still has trouble trusting strangers, although not quite as bad ones as her trainer, and is not comfortable with people other than Valen touching her, quick to lash out with her venomous fangs at would-be trouble makers. The two care for each other deeply, and Valen never sends Seirini to do a job that any of his other pok�mon could manage.
Mawile "Kachiko" (Female)
Hatched from an egg that Valen ran into during one of his first catching trips to an abandoned iron mine, the young Mawile immediately took to refering to the boy as 'papa' and simply refused to let him out of her sight, and while Valen's first reaction would have been to just ditch the annoying child he soon found that her natural talent for acting and her innocent demeanor made her a perfect distraction for steath missions, and since the Mawile seemed loyal enough to him he decided to keep it. Personality-wise Kachiko is one thing above all; annoying, she has the habit of giving new, and often insulting or demeaning, nicknames to others around her and pestering them while all at the same time maintaining a saintly face and playing the victim if the subject of her taunts snaps. She is still a child at heart, a very, very annoying child.
Venonat "Smaelaugh" (Male)
The newest member of Valen's team, Smaelaugh, or 'Smelly' as Kachiko quickly dubbed him, was just one of the countless Venonats inhabiting a forest through which Valen had to pass, and was quite unlucky to cross paths with the now fairly experienced pok�mon hunter. Soon after the capture it turned out that the Venonat was in possession of an extaoridnarily short temper, combined with a particularly inflated ego which made him next to impossible for any beginning grunt to handle, so he was delegated to Valen, who had a certain measure of fame for his ability at handling difficult pok�mon due to the way he tamed Seirini. Smaelaugh gets along quite poorly with other pok�mon of the team, particularly Kachiko, as the Mawile seems to find no end of fun in teasing the Venonat about the way he refers to himself in third person, not to mention his alleged smell. The Venonat does hold a certain measure of respect for his trainer however, mostly because he believes that the boy will help him achieve the level of power that he considers his birthright.
History (Optional): Born into the poorest quarter of Stonewall Town, a small island village on the southern rim of the archipelago surrounding Showgan, Valen's parents abandoned him as soon as he was born, leaving him to the 'care' of Stonewall orphanage, where he would spend the next seven years of his life. Even in his early years, Valen never got very well along with the other orhapanage children who quickly branded him a freak because of his pale skin and purple hair and turned against him systhematically, something which, combined with the negligent attitude of the orphanage staff, left Valen with a very miserable childhood indeed, although his sheer ruthlessness and cunning led to a good deal of his tormentors suffering quite notable 'accidents' as well. On Valen's eleventh birthday however, a peculiar thing occured. A tall and well-dressed man suddenly walked into the orhpanage, informing the staff that he wished to adopt a boy who went by the name of 'Valen Ironholm' even though the two had never met. Always willing to get one mouth less to feed, the orhpanage owner was quick to get the paperwork done, and Valen was soon ushered out to the peculiar man who had adopted him, carrying what meager possessions he had with him in a small trunk. It soon turned out that the strange man was not just an ordinary citizen, but in fact, a Team Viper executive who had been observing the boy for quite some time, impressed by the way he had staged the various 'accidents' that befell several of his fellow orphanage children. The man then offered Valen with a simple choice, either he would join Team Viper, and be raised to be a loyal, and reasonably well-paid, member of the team or he would simply be dumped on the street to die. Whatever qualms he had had about resorting to dirty methods long since dissipated, Valen didn't need much coaxing before he accepted the job, soon ending up in training under his new 'foster father' and recieveing his very first pok�mon; Seirini, although she didn't have a name at the time, a young and badly mistreated Ekans who had been found half-dead by the roadside, apparently mistreated by a band of local youngsters. Although his mentor would have prefered him to choose another pok�mon for his own, Valen bluntly refused, demanding that the snake pok�mon be given to him. Perhaps he felt a measure of sympathy for the Ekans because she was an outcast just like him, or perhaps it was simply because Valen wanted an aggressive and unpredictable pok�mon for his enemies to face, but whatever the reasons, the two soon became a team. As the years went by, Valen quickly distinguished himself from his peers by proving himself capable of facing tasks that most young members balked at without showing the slightest flicker of emotion or compassion, and strangely enough, even the team's leader, Slythe, seemed to have taken an interest in the boy, which consequently lead to his transfer into the newly formed snag divsion, and his current post. At first, the snagger's line of work seemed to function well for Valen, one completed mission after another boosting his fame both among the underworld and the police force. But on one, fatefull excursion onto the Showgan mainland, the boy was faced with a potentially life-risking failure as Slythe's prized Seviper, Nigina, who had been entrusted to him to aid the mission, suffered a humiliating loss against a certain other trainer and her Zubat. Forced to return back to headquarters two pok�mon short of his quota, Valen was sent on a basic surveilance mission to the memorial battle festival as a last chance of redemption.
Other (Optional): Although skilled overall as a trainer, and tamer, of pok�mon, Valen seems to have a particular knack for handling serpents of all kinds. The more cynical claim that it is because his mindset is so close to theirs, although some say that it is simply a gift passed down through his bloodline, a genetical heritage. Valen himself doesn't care overmuch about the reasons for this talent, and seeing how his bloodline is a mystery even to himself there seems to be no way for anyone to discover wether there is any truth behind these rumours or not. Having spent a good bit of his life with his current pok�mon team, he is capable of understanding his pok�mons' speech most of the time, although Seirini is the only one who's very words he can make sense of, and he often has her translating things he deems important. As mentioned in the 'Personality' field, Valen isn't quite as heartless as he makes himself out to be, and there is a slim chance of his personality changing, be it for better or for worse, during the course of the RP. However, it would take quite conscious effort from others to do so.
RP Sample:
{Papa! Papa! Smelly's teasing me!}
The shrill cry of a young Mawile caught the ears of a slim, pale-skinned boy who had been preoccupied with reading a paper of some kind by his desk, the boy turning around with a look of trained indeference, although there was a distinct tinge of tiredness behind it as he watched his Mawile rush over to him and hide behind his legs, a huffed looking Venonat in close pursuit.
{The indignity!} the bug type cried out at this, the feelers on his head twitching in agitation, {Smaelaugh} he placed particular emphasis on his correct name {Has had enough of your childish jibes metal eater!} he barred his two fangs at the Mawile, who responded by snapping the jaws sticking out from her forehead treatheningly, {You tell her, master Valen!} he fumed at the boy, ruffling up his furr, {You tell that insufferable little gnat of yours that my name isn't Smelly!}
{I ain't little, you meanie!} the Mawile retorted, sticking out her tongue at the Venonat from underneath the cover of her jaws, {And you just said your name was 'Smelly' yourself!}
The bug type snorted indignantly, {Smaelaugh did no such thing!} he protested, his agitation building, {Smaelaugh said his name is Smaelaugh!}
{Okay then, so your name is Smell-aaaagh, then!} the Mawile retorted, grimacing and clutching her throat dramatically as she came to the 'aaa' part, as if she was suffocating.
{Smaelaugh does not smell!} the Venonat yelled out. If his face hadn't be completely covered by purple furr, everyone could have seen that it was as red as a Torkoal's by now.
Valen glared at his two pok�mon shaking his head slowly as they continued to argue, "Why oh why..." he said slowly, "Must you two always bicker?"
{Because Smell-aaaagh is a big poopie-head!} the Mawile immediately called out.
{Because Kachiko is an unruly brat!} Smaelaugh interjected at the same time.
They both stared at each other for a moment as they both took in the other's words.
{Hey! I'm not a brat you, meanie!} Kachiko cried out.
{The great Smaelaugh is not a poopie-head!} the venonat interjected at the same time, and so their argument started out again.
Valen gave an irritated sigh, turning his attention away from the arguing pok�mon and towards the window, watching the raindrops drumming against the window and the desolate streets of Stonewall City that loomed outside, forming a small river along the downhill slope. Twilight City, huh? he thought for himself, the very name sounding pretentious and prissy to him, But then again... he reasoned, I'm going there for bussiness, not sightseeing, and anything beats this miserable hole in the ground... he gave another sigh, wandering back to the desk and picking up the paper he had studied into his hand. It was a leaflet, advertising the yearly memorial battle tournament as "Good, clean, fun for the whole family" and going into great detail about their sponsors and just about everything else that wasn't at all relevant to the actual workings of the contest. The boy crumpled the leaflet in his hand, sticking it into the right back pocket of his jeans. What did matter how the tournament worked? He wondered in irritation, he would found out when he got there, maybe participate if the rewards were suitable, but his primary aim was to redeem himself in the eyes of his boss. Valen absent-mindedly ran a hand across the chain of metal beads around his neck, this was his last chance, and he couldn't afford to fail. The boy's right hand clenched into a fist, he wouldn't fail...and that insolent girl who had dared to disrupt his plans with her trumpet case would get what was coming to her...
And theire wishes would not be denied, soon the announcement was made, and the Iga clan went to war with the beastmasters, or beast kings as they soon deicded to dub themselves, at the front, swiftly driving the neighbouring tribes back with the sheer power and numbers of their pok�mon, either enslaving or eliminating every other civilization that they came across. The pok�mon did not approve of course, but by now the Iga elders had learned their secrets so thoroughly that the poor creatures had little choice but to obey the ones who had once treated them as equals but now looked upon them as little more than usefull servants.
With each conquest, the beast kings' arrogance grew ever greater, and once they had cleared the continent they inhabited of all others, assuming that they now held the whole world in their possession, they began the next phase of their master plan; harnessing the power of both pok�mon and slaves from the other tribes to carve out glorious cities from themselves, be it from the faces of the tall mountain ridges, the depths of the forests, the bottom of the sea, or even mountain tops forced into levitation by constant effort from a large and carefully regulated group of psychic pok�mon,. Once the long labour was over, the beast kings, now five in all, each settled in the city that best suited their tastes, all of them lording over their own share of the people, although they met on regular intervals to decide on matters of greater import, passing on their thrones only to those they had most carefully moulded in their own image to make sure that things stayed as they were. So proud and full of their own power were they, that the beast kings proclaimed themselves beast gods instead, and later on, god kings, setting up a priesthood to serve them and help them lord over the ever more mutinous populace.
In this manner, things went on for quite a while, but with each generation, the god kings grew more and more self-complacent and less and less mindfull of the ancient arts that had granted them the power they held. Slowly, their influence over pok�mon began shrinking, although the god kings failed to realize this as the pok�mon who had begun regaining their free will were smart enough not to tip their captors off about it. Still, there was a rebellion brewing amongst the pok�mon, right beneath the god kings' noses and within the very base of their power and their nations capital; the sky city of Zhara-Dun. The independent pok�mon, as well as a few of the oppressed people who had caught wind, slowly gathering within the city itself, laying out their plans and biding their time, awaiting the right moment to strike.
And one fatefull day, that moment arrived when it once again became time for the god kings to assemble. They had barely made it to the meeting hall when the assault began, thousands of humans and pok�mon suddenly turning into open revolt, cutting their way through opposing soldiers and the pok�mon who were still enslaved until they reached what they were striving for; the levitation chamber, the very heart of the city where psychic pok�mon constantly toiled to keep the lofty construction afloat. The ensuing scene was short and brutal; the rebels turned on the already strained psychic types, cutting them down and sending the whole city crashing down into the sea, the power of the god kings and their clergy dying with it.
To this day, that battle is still remembered on Mono island, the peculiar, and unimaginatively named, location on the world map which was supposedly born from the afforementioned apocalyptic collision several millenia ago and which now houses one of the largest, most high-tech cities of the known world; Twilight City, a small state in its own right. This year, just like every year before, it is time for the memorial celebration of the epic battle between the rebels and the god kings, the whole city being turned into a battleground, complete with an upper walk for paying spectators, where willing trainers pit their pok�mon against an assortment of semi-wild ones amassed by the organizers of the event. The best trainer in the event is promised the usual fare; fame, glory, and a nifty prize as well as the title of beast king, or queen, of the year, although lesser prizes are offered for other outstanding performrances.
This year, there are also other forces at work behind the scenes however; rumours of ties between Waiwai Inc., one of the event's largest sponsors, and the notorious criminal organization Team Viper which has been rapidly tightening its hold of the region, calling upon increased police monitoring and tightened security measures, although there are even more sinister rumours about, rumours of wild pok�mon in the area behaving in a disturbingly organized manner...
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Rules (Read or die! XO):
1. Follow all standard RP section rules (Self-explanatory).
2. Just to stress this; no powerplaying, godmodding, bunnying, or character control of any kind! If I see someone's character doing as much as raising an eyebrow without the creator's consent (The only exception being rule number 3) then the person responsible will be warned, once, and if the violation is repeated then that person will be kicked out of the RP. Yes, I know it sounds harsh, but there are few things I hate as much as powerplaying.
3. If a person in the RP hasn't made an IC post in seven days (that is, one week) and hasn't notified me of his/her absence then you may control that person's character, but only if necessary and in accordance with that character's personality.
4. No posting beneath four lines. I'm serious about this one, if you can't manage four lines of coherent english then please don't sign up, I'm looking for people who can RP in proper detail, because short, flat, and emotionless posts just ruin the mood of an RP.
5. Mind your spelling. If you have trouble spelling, don't just blame it on english not being your first language (It isn't mine either but I'm not having trouble). I don't want anyone having to guess what you tried to write in your post so if you know you have trouble with spelling and grammar then either refrain from joining or at least get yourself a spell checker, even that crude one that comes with Microsoft Word will help loads.
6. Read the rules and read the plot. Really, I didn't risk carpal tunnel syndrome for you to skim the first two lines of my writing and then just waltz along to a hasty sign-up, when writing up your character make sure that his/her history etc. don't clash with the setting as I'll have no choice but to deny such characters entry into the RP, which would suck on your part.
Okay, since people obviously aren't taking a hint I'll repeat what I said on page two:
~Sign-ups are now officially over~
It's too late plot-wise for anyone to join, so don't freakin' try to sign up anymore. <_<
EDITNESS: Bah, I was almost done typing up my sign-up sheet when the computer went and froze on me for no apparent reason. >.< Well, here it is;
Name: Valen Ironholm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance: A fairly tall and slim boy for his age, Valen's skin is of a naturally pale pigment that refuses to tan, seemingly regardless of how much sunlight it is exposed to, not that he would ever want something like a tan anyway. His hair is dark purple, and usually hangs a bit over the right one of his misty grey eyes. Appearance wise, he's fairly okay looking, not particularly handsome by any measure but not really beaten-with-a-stick ugly either. For clothes, he usually wears a black t-shirt with the words 'Life is short, bite hard' written in red lettering on the front with a faded grey jacket, the right sleeve of which is so long that it can be used to cover his right hand from view, and the left one of which seems to have been quite violently slashed of right beneath the shoulder, although why Valen hasn't had it fixed or gotten himself a new jacket is anyone's guess. He also wears a pair of very dark blue, almost black, jeans, the legs of which are so long that they almost hide the heavy black boots he wears on his feet. He also wears a chain of small, metallic spheres around his neck as an accessory.
Personality: A cold, hateful, and mistrusting individual. Valen is the kind of person that always looks at the bad side of both life and people, seemingly going through life with a constant frown on his face. He never seems to smile or laugh unless it's in mockery, triumph, or deception and he only maintains good manners either in sarcasm or when it benefits him. He always acts only in the interest of himself or, to some extent, his pok�mon, and has no qualms about taking a path that would hurt others if it promises suitable profit for him. He may not be completely heartless however, as there have been times, although they are very rare and he always denies their existence, when he has shown uncharacteristic acts of charity or mercy. Such moments are rare in the extreme however, and only done if the person in question has done something very remarkable to him indeed, and usually he is far too guarded and snappish among others to ever let anyone close enough for him to care about.
Pok�mon:
Arbok "Seirini" (Female)
Valen's first and most cherised pok�mon, Seirini was originally one of the countless stray pok�mon attempting to carve out a living for themselves on the streets of Stonewall Town, and like many of the strays in that area, ended up as the victim of a local street gang's violence. Luckily, from a certain point of view, she was discovered by one of the many Viper pok�mon collectors and soon added to their selection of starters. For reasons fully known only to himself, Valen was adamant about taking the Ekans under his wing and raising her into the powerfull Arbok that she is today. Because of traumatic experiences in her past, Seirini still has trouble trusting strangers, although not quite as bad ones as her trainer, and is not comfortable with people other than Valen touching her, quick to lash out with her venomous fangs at would-be trouble makers. The two care for each other deeply, and Valen never sends Seirini to do a job that any of his other pok�mon could manage.
Mawile "Kachiko" (Female)
Hatched from an egg that Valen ran into during one of his first catching trips to an abandoned iron mine, the young Mawile immediately took to refering to the boy as 'papa' and simply refused to let him out of her sight, and while Valen's first reaction would have been to just ditch the annoying child he soon found that her natural talent for acting and her innocent demeanor made her a perfect distraction for steath missions, and since the Mawile seemed loyal enough to him he decided to keep it. Personality-wise Kachiko is one thing above all; annoying, she has the habit of giving new, and often insulting or demeaning, nicknames to others around her and pestering them while all at the same time maintaining a saintly face and playing the victim if the subject of her taunts snaps. She is still a child at heart, a very, very annoying child.
Venonat "Smaelaugh" (Male)
The newest member of Valen's team, Smaelaugh, or 'Smelly' as Kachiko quickly dubbed him, was just one of the countless Venonats inhabiting a forest through which Valen had to pass, and was quite unlucky to cross paths with the now fairly experienced pok�mon hunter. Soon after the capture it turned out that the Venonat was in possession of an extaoridnarily short temper, combined with a particularly inflated ego which made him next to impossible for any beginning grunt to handle, so he was delegated to Valen, who had a certain measure of fame for his ability at handling difficult pok�mon due to the way he tamed Seirini. Smaelaugh gets along quite poorly with other pok�mon of the team, particularly Kachiko, as the Mawile seems to find no end of fun in teasing the Venonat about the way he refers to himself in third person, not to mention his alleged smell. The Venonat does hold a certain measure of respect for his trainer however, mostly because he believes that the boy will help him achieve the level of power that he considers his birthright.
History (Optional): Born into the poorest quarter of Stonewall Town, a small island village on the southern rim of the archipelago surrounding Showgan, Valen's parents abandoned him as soon as he was born, leaving him to the 'care' of Stonewall orphanage, where he would spend the next seven years of his life. Even in his early years, Valen never got very well along with the other orhapanage children who quickly branded him a freak because of his pale skin and purple hair and turned against him systhematically, something which, combined with the negligent attitude of the orphanage staff, left Valen with a very miserable childhood indeed, although his sheer ruthlessness and cunning led to a good deal of his tormentors suffering quite notable 'accidents' as well. On Valen's eleventh birthday however, a peculiar thing occured. A tall and well-dressed man suddenly walked into the orhpanage, informing the staff that he wished to adopt a boy who went by the name of 'Valen Ironholm' even though the two had never met. Always willing to get one mouth less to feed, the orhpanage owner was quick to get the paperwork done, and Valen was soon ushered out to the peculiar man who had adopted him, carrying what meager possessions he had with him in a small trunk. It soon turned out that the strange man was not just an ordinary citizen, but in fact, a Team Viper executive who had been observing the boy for quite some time, impressed by the way he had staged the various 'accidents' that befell several of his fellow orphanage children. The man then offered Valen with a simple choice, either he would join Team Viper, and be raised to be a loyal, and reasonably well-paid, member of the team or he would simply be dumped on the street to die. Whatever qualms he had had about resorting to dirty methods long since dissipated, Valen didn't need much coaxing before he accepted the job, soon ending up in training under his new 'foster father' and recieveing his very first pok�mon; Seirini, although she didn't have a name at the time, a young and badly mistreated Ekans who had been found half-dead by the roadside, apparently mistreated by a band of local youngsters. Although his mentor would have prefered him to choose another pok�mon for his own, Valen bluntly refused, demanding that the snake pok�mon be given to him. Perhaps he felt a measure of sympathy for the Ekans because she was an outcast just like him, or perhaps it was simply because Valen wanted an aggressive and unpredictable pok�mon for his enemies to face, but whatever the reasons, the two soon became a team. As the years went by, Valen quickly distinguished himself from his peers by proving himself capable of facing tasks that most young members balked at without showing the slightest flicker of emotion or compassion, and strangely enough, even the team's leader, Slythe, seemed to have taken an interest in the boy, which consequently lead to his transfer into the newly formed snag divsion, and his current post. At first, the snagger's line of work seemed to function well for Valen, one completed mission after another boosting his fame both among the underworld and the police force. But on one, fatefull excursion onto the Showgan mainland, the boy was faced with a potentially life-risking failure as Slythe's prized Seviper, Nigina, who had been entrusted to him to aid the mission, suffered a humiliating loss against a certain other trainer and her Zubat. Forced to return back to headquarters two pok�mon short of his quota, Valen was sent on a basic surveilance mission to the memorial battle festival as a last chance of redemption.
Other (Optional): Although skilled overall as a trainer, and tamer, of pok�mon, Valen seems to have a particular knack for handling serpents of all kinds. The more cynical claim that it is because his mindset is so close to theirs, although some say that it is simply a gift passed down through his bloodline, a genetical heritage. Valen himself doesn't care overmuch about the reasons for this talent, and seeing how his bloodline is a mystery even to himself there seems to be no way for anyone to discover wether there is any truth behind these rumours or not. Having spent a good bit of his life with his current pok�mon team, he is capable of understanding his pok�mons' speech most of the time, although Seirini is the only one who's very words he can make sense of, and he often has her translating things he deems important. As mentioned in the 'Personality' field, Valen isn't quite as heartless as he makes himself out to be, and there is a slim chance of his personality changing, be it for better or for worse, during the course of the RP. However, it would take quite conscious effort from others to do so.
RP Sample:
{Papa! Papa! Smelly's teasing me!}
The shrill cry of a young Mawile caught the ears of a slim, pale-skinned boy who had been preoccupied with reading a paper of some kind by his desk, the boy turning around with a look of trained indeference, although there was a distinct tinge of tiredness behind it as he watched his Mawile rush over to him and hide behind his legs, a huffed looking Venonat in close pursuit.
{The indignity!} the bug type cried out at this, the feelers on his head twitching in agitation, {Smaelaugh} he placed particular emphasis on his correct name {Has had enough of your childish jibes metal eater!} he barred his two fangs at the Mawile, who responded by snapping the jaws sticking out from her forehead treatheningly, {You tell her, master Valen!} he fumed at the boy, ruffling up his furr, {You tell that insufferable little gnat of yours that my name isn't Smelly!}
{I ain't little, you meanie!} the Mawile retorted, sticking out her tongue at the Venonat from underneath the cover of her jaws, {And you just said your name was 'Smelly' yourself!}
The bug type snorted indignantly, {Smaelaugh did no such thing!} he protested, his agitation building, {Smaelaugh said his name is Smaelaugh!}
{Okay then, so your name is Smell-aaaagh, then!} the Mawile retorted, grimacing and clutching her throat dramatically as she came to the 'aaa' part, as if she was suffocating.
{Smaelaugh does not smell!} the Venonat yelled out. If his face hadn't be completely covered by purple furr, everyone could have seen that it was as red as a Torkoal's by now.
Valen glared at his two pok�mon shaking his head slowly as they continued to argue, "Why oh why..." he said slowly, "Must you two always bicker?"
{Because Smell-aaaagh is a big poopie-head!} the Mawile immediately called out.
{Because Kachiko is an unruly brat!} Smaelaugh interjected at the same time.
They both stared at each other for a moment as they both took in the other's words.
{Hey! I'm not a brat you, meanie!} Kachiko cried out.
{The great Smaelaugh is not a poopie-head!} the venonat interjected at the same time, and so their argument started out again.
Valen gave an irritated sigh, turning his attention away from the arguing pok�mon and towards the window, watching the raindrops drumming against the window and the desolate streets of Stonewall City that loomed outside, forming a small river along the downhill slope. Twilight City, huh? he thought for himself, the very name sounding pretentious and prissy to him, But then again... he reasoned, I'm going there for bussiness, not sightseeing, and anything beats this miserable hole in the ground... he gave another sigh, wandering back to the desk and picking up the paper he had studied into his hand. It was a leaflet, advertising the yearly memorial battle tournament as "Good, clean, fun for the whole family" and going into great detail about their sponsors and just about everything else that wasn't at all relevant to the actual workings of the contest. The boy crumpled the leaflet in his hand, sticking it into the right back pocket of his jeans. What did matter how the tournament worked? He wondered in irritation, he would found out when he got there, maybe participate if the rewards were suitable, but his primary aim was to redeem himself in the eyes of his boss. Valen absent-mindedly ran a hand across the chain of metal beads around his neck, this was his last chance, and he couldn't afford to fail. The boy's right hand clenched into a fist, he wouldn't fail...and that insolent girl who had dared to disrupt his plans with her trumpet case would get what was coming to her...
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