Camoran's Home for Abused Anthropomorphics (PG 15)

[Shiney]

OOC: To be bluntly honest, I see so many great ideas wasted i pokemorph RP's by them dying, that I'm conducting a little experiment. I'm going to change the way that most of them are made, probably one thing in each RP, until I identify the crucial elements that cause them to fail, and do my best to fix them.

In the world of Pokemon, things have been going normally. Rocket has been gaining power, but hasn't been directly involved in conquest for some time. Pokemorphs, as they are commonly called, though they're "Anthropomorphic Pokemon" Some speculate that it was a modern technological experiment, others a freak twist of evolution, others still of a sick interbreeding. Regaurdless, they are *mostly* accepted in human society, but there are exceptions. However, pokemorphs are in fact pokemon that reached their Anthromorphic status, regaurdless of how. At least, until recently.

That is, recently, a modern medical technology was developed that could turn a human into a pokemorph as well. Authorities all over the world banned this almost before it came out, but rocket managed to get a hold of the technology, and began to 'augment' its elite, and the other criminal orginizations worldwide are scrambling to get their dirty little hands on that tech.

However, this is beside the point for the time being. Whether you're one of the few humans that have been augmented, or a natural pokemorph, We're in a hospital, medical care facility, school, and boarding home for both kinds of pokemorphs that have had a severe trauma in the past, or are unnable to adapt to modern society.


Form

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: (Pictures acceptable of course, but extra info is good if you're not feeling lazy like me.)
History: (required, this time around.)
Personality: (optional)
Other: (optional)

RP sample: (Typical RPS rules apply.)

 

[Dementia]

Name: Shiima
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance: about 5'11 Long Black Hair, Tauros Horns, Green Eyes, choker chain, random black t-shirts and torn up jeans, Tauros tail, black boots.

History: Shiima was the son of a rich family growing up. His parents home schooled him and because of this Shiima didn't know a lot of people growing up, until he started sneaking out. By day he was seen as a child prodigy by his parents who kept him studying and practicing piano all day. But by night he was known for his partying. Once his parents found out about his night life they kicked him out hoping it'd help to give up his party lifestyle, but he maintained it and did whatever he could for cash. One day in a back alley somebody offered him some money to test a new type of technology on him. He accepted and wound up becoming a pokemorph. Freaked out he ran off and later found a place to stay at Camoran's Home for Abused Anthropomorphics

Personality: Growing up behind closed doors Shiima seemed like a docile kid, but little did his parents know Shiima was really the opposite of them. Every night he'd sneak out and go to parties. One of the butlers was aware of this and on more than one occasion would help Shiima sneak out or back in if his parents were awake. And while his parents loved Fancy Food and Classical Music, Shiima loved fast food and Heavy Metal. Shiima can be kind of rude and arrogant at times until he gets to know somebody. However, once he gets to know you he's easily approachable and friendly, though he never loses his cockiness


RP sample: (I'll use one from another thread in here)

The scene starts at roughly Two O'Clock in the morning. It seems like a peaceful enough town…minus one house where Heavy Metal is blaring almost making the house shake. Inside there's pokemon and people jumping around, dancing, having a good time. Most notable are Shiima and Wisp. Meowth is running around drawing on the faces of everybody whose already passed out and Sixx has coiled around somebody waiting for morning to get some laughs. As the hours pass Shiima starts to talk to Wisp.

Shiima: Hey, we got a lot of training to do so I think we should call it a night.

Wisp (shaking its head): Squirt, Squirtle, squir!

Shiima: Fine, suit yourself man but I'm going to get some sleep.

The next day soon comes and we see tons of people and pokemon passed out all through out the house. The floors are littered with bottles and pizza boxes. And we soon hear a scream from the person who woke up and found Sixx coiled around them staring at him. Eventually we Shiima passed out in a bed and he seems to be dreaming about a battle and is giving the orders in his sleep.

Shiima: Alright, go Sisko!

Sisko's ear fidgets and one eye opens as he hops onto Shiima's chest and tilts his head.

Shiima: Sisko, use scratch attack!

Sisko looks around confused and then makes a "why not" gesture before using scratch attack on the face of Shiima who wakes up yelling in pain. He eventually gets up though half asleep and goes to walk down the steps, but trips over a passed out party-goer and goes tumbling down the steps. He sees his Sixx and calls it into its pokeball. However it takes him a while longer to find Wisp whose passed out in the living room with a lampshade on his head. Shiima just smirks and calls him back into his Pokeball as the Meowth jumps on his shoulder and the two head out on another day of their pokemon journey.

 

[Kalylia]

I'm in, as per usual!!

Name: Matika Kiro

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Long, flowing auburn hair with crimson eyes. Matika is a slender, rather shapely girl with long, Flareon ears on her head. She never wears a shirt, or at least, very rarely, as she has an amount of creamy white fur that acts as such for her. Her hourglass hips are usually covered with very dark, indigo jeans. She also wears tennis shoes on a normal basis. Her skin is pale, but not quite so much as the fur on her chest.

History: Matika was born to a very poor family and sold to the Rockets for a good price by her father. Her mother was in need of medical care, and as she had been a rather nasty suprise four years earlier and had only hindered the young couple since, there hadn't been a lot of doubt in getting rid of her. The rockets abused her physically, mentally, and sexually during her time being changed to a half-Flareon. This treatment has left her quite unstable, though she isn't normally violent. She is more of a hazard to herself than to those around her. She doesn't talk much, and many assume she is deaf and mute. This, however, is wrong. She is neither, and is, in fact, quite the opposite.

Personality: Highly unstable, Matika can go from highs to lows in a matter of seconds without her medications. While on them, she is very submissive and very emotionally needy. She spends a lot of time dancing, as it was the one thing that she was allowed to do in the Labs. Ballet is her usual style, but she does ballroom, tap, jazz, modern, and lyrical at times. She is quite the loner and usually hates any interaction with other people due to the fact that no one has ever shown her real love and acceptance.

RP sample: Matika dipped down and bent her back at a seemingly impossible angle as she finished her dance. She took her bows to an imagined audience and turned around.

She tripped in to a puddle. Crying out, she lost all hold on her emotions. Anger, hate, rage, fear, and sorrow spilled out around her. Flames licked around her hands as she sobbed and screamed, thrashing as the medics swarmed around her.

"Get away!" she yelled at them, biting at their hands with her unusually sharp canines. "Get AWAY!"

A needle peirced her arm and she slumped down. A hazy sleep was coming in on her. She found herself thinking about a flowery field. She loved pansies...

"Let the doctors know that she needs another increase in her mood balencing dosage. She'll need to return to solitary confinement for a few days as well," one of the medics whispered as they strapped her down to a stretcher and carried her off.

 

[Deoxys55]

Name: Rachael
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://home4.highway.ne.jp/benisama/rs061.htm
History: Rachael has had a fairly normal life for a long time. Until, when she was eleven years old, her mother had finally made up her mind about her neglectent husband, and killed herself while Rachael was out one day. It's haunted her since. While strong and quiet about the matter, she's sworn to never fall in love-- to do so, she said, would always end in sadness. When she hit 13 she left her home, living on the streets for some time, and developing a polite but hard shell. She had an eventual meeting with someone of Rocket, who offered her a new home in exchange for help on a project; she's regretted agreeing since.
Now not only changed mentally but physically, she decided that to live alone anymore would be insanity, and so sought shelter within Camoran's Home.
Personality: Aloof, polite, and quiet-- this is Rachael from the outside. The inner parts of her soul are so muddled up and confused that by now, not even she knows her true personality. It is, however, highly tolerable and tolerating, which benefits her in such a place as the shelter.
Other: Rachael's always had a slight gift with the sixth sense, though she could never quite grasp it until her mother's intentional death shook her mental state. Since then she has had one specific and rather strange gift of other forces; within others' eyes she can see the very essence of sadness troubling them. And, in her own words, there is nothing more important, once you've seen sadness in a person's eyes, then to make it go away.

RP sample: :3

 

[~Ozy~]

Name: Caius Phaxis
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Appearance: Caius is an altered human from the early stages of the morphing technology. Consequently, his appearance shifts between a slightly mutated Scyther and a normal human raandomly. The more Pokemon-oriented extreme stands taller than a normal Scyther with a harder exoskeleton and serrated, red-tinged blades on his arms. The human side of him is shorter, and almost bone-thin with fine black hair falling out. The instability of his genetic structure has left his human side susceptible to disease, giving him something much like AIDS, though incommunicable. For obvious reasons, he prefers the Scyther. As a human, he dresses in baggy clothing to hide his emaciated frame. His eyes, though, remain an electric light blue.

History: Caius was a street kid much of his life, though not by choice. He was seperated from his parents at a young age through Social Services, but his foster parents were worse and he ran away, living as a vagrant from the age of five. His status as such made him an ideal subject during the early (and mostly failed) stages of experimentation. One of the few survivors, his already battered body was subjected to horrific bouts of further testing which only worsened his condition. When in his Scyther form, he eventually escaped, slaughtering two guards in the process and slowly winding his way to the home. There, his health has begun incrementally improving.

Personality: Caius's almost inbred distrust of others has left him fiercely independant mentally, a process that carries over to his physical habits despite his weakened state, despite that this often leaves him gasping helpless on the floor. His past has also left him moderately paranoid and schizophrenic, with borderline psychosis. His descents into these mental illnesses are oftentime unpredictable, as are the post-traumatic flashbacks.

RP sample: It was one of the times I was caught between human and Pokemon. I was staring fiercely out the window, leaning on my cane and gasping for breath as I hated this frail body that they had left me with. I was a shell and I knew it. A bitter, broken, and worthless shell. My right arm spasmed and as I lost the cane, I almost fell to the floor.

That's when I heard them talking, my ears shrper than normal now. It was Dr. Tam and someone else, I knew not who. Dr. Tam was saying, "He does have lucid periods, but they're as unpredictable as his health and morph states. He's improving, but I don't know how his brain's been damaged. I suspect there's a physical cause, but we don't have the imaging technology to determine this with certainty."

I growled under my breath and clenced my weakend fingers on my cane before turning around and attempting to stalk back to bed.

 

[Shiney]

Name: Robin Jamie Price

Age: 13, but by human standards, around 14-18

Gender: Female

Appearance: https://home4.highway.ne.jp/benisama/kingler.jpg Her appearance changes a great deal, though no one but the amdinistrative and medical staff know the exact reason. Needless to say, it was a part of her abuse.

History: A pokemon turned morph almost from birth, her child years were fewer than that of normal humans, allowing her to mature quickly. She was raised in an orphanage, where she waas quickly adopted by a young man who claimed he wanted a child. However, this human was Derranged. She was raised in complete solitude, half starved the whole time, and subject to "experiments" as the man called it, there was no limit to the humiliation she was put through, until two years ago, she underwent an evolution, and became strong enough to overpower the human, and escape to authorities. She was of course, then taken to Camoran's Home.

Personality: In a nutshell, she's quiet and shy, and generally not willing to be very open about herself. She cannot bring herself to trust men, at least at this stage of her life, due to her abuse, and can get angry very quickly.

Other: I'm trying to prevent myself from having a heat stroke at the moment, so if I'm forgetting anything, forgive me. I'm getting this posted, and immidiately editing in a starting post.

So far, everyone's accepted, though I must admit, I think the script format of RP'ing is pushing it, but you seem to have skill despite that, dementia.


IC: I was sitting by the outdoor pool, watching the sun rise from one of the lounging chairs. It was still early spring, so I had a good chance of privacy, considering that people owuld probably go to the in-door heated pool for winter exersize. I sighed, closing my eyes and folding my arms behind my back to rest on them, my claws on either side of my head. I couldn't stand the heat, apparently, I had been from the ice caves in the southern seas, which isw why I had a hard time adapting to more warm temperatures. I sighed to myself, thinking. This was paradise compared to before, though I was already overdue for a change...

 

[Dementia]

So far, everyone's accepted, though I must admit, I think the script format of RP'ing is pushing it, but you seem to have skill despite that, dementia.

If its a problem, I don't have to do it in script format, thats just what I'm use to.

 

[Shiney]

If its a problem, I don't have to do it in script format, thats just what I'm use to.

OOC: Not at all, I mean, from your sample you proved to be competint, it's mostly that people here do it non-script. I don't think it will be a cause of trouble at all.

 

[Deoxys55]

I opened and shut the doors to the outside pool, shivering as my skin came in contact with the crispness of the air. Truthfully, there was not a clear reason why I had come out here; it was just, as I thought of it, an irresistable urge, a need to detach myself.
To my surprise, however, I found there was already a morph out here. I almost went back inside, but I decided that it would be pointless, after I had already gotten used to the temperature out here. So, without much further thought, I walked slowly toward the girl, sitting down in the lounging chair next to her, silent and looking down akwardly.

 

[Shiney]

I opened my eyes slowly, swuinting as I heard someone approach, and I blushed slightly. It was Rachael... I didn't actually *know* Her, but I had been somewhat obsessed with her when I first saw her in the halls, but I could never really work up the nerve to talk to her. As good a ime as any to try, I guessed... "H-Hello, Rachael." I said, before biting my tongue. "IDIOT! You're not supposed to know her name!" I thought to myself, wincing.

 

[~Ozy~]

It was one of the good times, when I was no longer human, when I barely realized that I had ever been, much less what I was now. My psyche was submerged beneath that of a Scyther, and I was happy, I was flying. The air was empty of pain, and for a while, my mind was as well. I had to stay within the grounds, but even that was more than enough to satisfy.

Then again, no bliss could last forever. A twisting pain in my gut signaled the beginning of one of the changes. More importantly, the pain siezed up my flight muscles and I plummeted to the ground, landing before the front door. Fortunately, I still had my exoskeleton at that point, saving me from death as I changed back into the frail parody of humanity that I had become.

 

[Deoxys55]

I looked up at my name. It was that kingler morph.... what was her name? Robbie? Rabil? No... Robin... yes, Robin.
"Hello. Robin. I smiled politely, sitting up more so I could talk to her a bit more comfortably.
I'd certainly seen her before-- it's hard to miss a girl with claws, even in a building full of morphs-- though I never paid much mind to her. No more than anyone else, at least. Though, it did feel good to have her talk to me; she was the first person to have done that in the past several months.

 

[Kalylia]

I was screaming bloody murder as they dragged me away. They were pulling me and hurting me. They always hurt me. There would be needles.

Something jarred the earth next to me and I was aroused from my fitful, drug-induced slumber. Noticing a rather thin man, I jerked away instantly. My crimson eyes were wide, the fur covering my chest dirtied from rolling in my state of mental lapse.

I felt the needles in my skin again. I had to resist the urge to scream. It wasn't real. I was outside. All there was was this boy who hardly seemed a threat to me. But I knew better than to underestimate anyone anymore.

"You can't have me," I said defiently to him. "They promised me no one could have me here."

 

[Dementia]

Shiima had been sleeping in for as long as possible as he usually does, a broken alarm clock lay on the ground as proof of this. Still tired he woke up and walked into the bathroom where he began to brush his teeth. He looked into the mirror where his Tauros horns were quite noticeable and sighed.

"I guess it could be worse, I could be half-Muk. There not actually so bad once you get used to them."

He finished brushing his teeth and headed back to his room where he sat for awhile. Shiima began thinking to himself what he should do with his day. He found most of his days boring and would often sneak out during the night, even though he would be berated by locals with rude comments and he'd have to fight the urge to gore them. Shiima realized he needed to make some friends, but was unsure as to how they'd act if he'd just approach them due to the fact that he kept to himself a lot. He looked outside his window, which was faced towards the outside pool, and he saw two of the girls that resided here.

"Never had trouble meeting girls before the incident, might as well give it a shot."

He headed outside and saw the two standing, he peered over towards them for a second, but decided it'd be awkward just to start a conversation, so he rested his feet in the pool and decided he'd wait for somebody to say something to him or wait for a time to enter the conversation. The water was more chilly than he'd expected, but eventually started to get used to it.

 

[~Ozy~]

Pain blurred my senses, my vision, my mind. My arm spasmed, accidentaly striking flesh I couldn't see, saying something I couldn't comprehend. The mental issues they told my I had took over and I fell into a seziure as my mind retreated deep into the layers of psychosis. I fell back into a core of my being I couldn't find at any other time where I was a young child again, for a time, where I was happy all of the time.

 

[Kalylia]

I cried out as he hit me before coming to realize that he wasn't aware of what he was doing. Pity filled my gaze. He was such a weak little thing. I sighed a bit and scooped him in to my arms.

"Hush there, little one," I whispered like I used to dream of being whispered to. "Hush. It's all right. No one's hurting you here. Come back to me."

I didn't even know who this kid was, but I didn't like the way he was twitching. It threatened to throw me over the edge, and the last thing I wanted was a neck full of needles again.

 

[Shiney]

I blinked, and was about to respond to her, when I noticed a guy coming close. I couldn't help myself as I sat up straight, and tried to make myself as small as possible. I did not want to be any closer to him, or any guy, for that matter.

 

[~Ozy~]

Other Body hissed as the girl touched me, then ceased to shake and shrunk away from her. Logically, I knew exactly what was going on, why I was this way and numerous facts about my condition. However, the ability to apply that was buried underneath the paranoia, right now, the overriding disorder. I grasped her shirt and pulled her close, hissing, "Get away from me! I don't want to hurt!" before shrinking back away.

 

[Kalylia]

I winced as he pulled only my fur. I bit my lip to keep from crying out. Instead of letting him go, I held him closer. "I'm not going to hurt you. I've hurt pleanty myself in the past, probably more than you could ever imagine. I have no wish to bestow any of that upon another."

I rocked back and forth a little, rocking him with me. "Hush now, little one. Hush."

 

[Mika]

-OoC-

Is this rp closed for applications? o.o I didn't find an indication of such on the page so Imma asking. I'm very interested. x3 But I can be shooed away if need be.