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I thought about it for a while and I decided I won't be joining the RP. I can't decide something to add to Laurence and I don't feel like I'll enjoy playing another character.
Sorry about that, but it just won't work out for me and I'm in too many RPs anyways. It's a good idea, so I see a lot of success for this RP. Good luck on it! :)
A little heads up: because my old RP Sample was decidedly short, I switched it with something longer. I also made a few tweaks to the SU.
Name/Nicknames: William "Will" Hayes
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 19
Appearance: Will is quite the dazzling young man, if he does say so himself; he stands at a fairly common height of five feet five, with a rather scrawny build topped by somewhat broad shoulders. These features, on anyone else, may not exactly scream "look at me!", but Will is...the exception to the rule, shall we say? Being trained from an early age to always keep his posture straight and his presentation pleasing, Will will (aww) often be one to attract attention due to his, as he calls it, debonair visage. It is to be noted, however, that despite what his mannerism suggests, Will is not unwilling to use his "perfect gentleman" image to get his way.
Will was blessed at birth with an attractive countenance. A lucky stroke of fate (and good genes on his parents' part) has endowed him with the bread-and-butter heartthrob combination of clear blue eyes and blond hair. This fact is further accentuated by Will's pale complexion, which adds to him a sort of sophisticated aura. Admittedly, as far as natural appearance goes, little else is worthy of note, though many claims his rather vague features does put emphasis on his apparent gentleness.
As far as wardrobe goes, Will is not as fashion-conscious as one may think; however, being in the social status that he is, it is pretty much a requirement to knowa thing or ten about fashion. Most of his nearest and dearest have noted that he is particularly fond of pastel colors, and will seldom wear dark colors unless used in tandem with the aforementioned pastels. He will rarely wear something for comfort, as he tries to appear as pleasing as possible. However, he has learned through thorough observation that dressing as if one didn't care for fashion has a charm of its own. It's not something he can exactly identify with, but if it'll help fulfill his ambitions...
History: William Devon Hayes was born to Arthur and Maria Hayes, two successful entrepreneurs whose huge business profits allowed them to live right in the lap of luxury. Being born into such a lavish environment, it is hardly a surprise that young Will received only the finest education, munched only on the most exquisite cuisines, and touched only the most expensive toys. He was accustomed to living a frivolous life, and quite luckily the Hayes Enterprises, a string of PokeBall factories spanning across a good chunk of Kanto, survived through their region's rocky political and economic landscape, thus continuing to provide money to burn on Will's necessities.
However, when the United States of Unova (henceforth USU) absorbed the region into its empire, the Hayes Enterprises saw a great surge in competition for the market that led to its demise. After their company's bankruptcy, Arthur and Maria were reduced to being small business owners, and, as a result, they could no longer support Will's costly upbringing. And thus, for the first time in his life, at fourteen years of age, he received his first formal education. His years of being privately tutored for most of his life came to be a great asset while he was studying at the public school; his grades shot up above all others. When he finally graduated middle school, he found himself invited to an extremely prestigious private high school, surprising nobody.
After graduating from High School with marks as high as his Middle School's, Will chose not to go to college for the time being. He helped out his parents in their chain of businesses, suggesting innovations that helped their company to further flourish. This lifestyle in itself was education to Will and proved to be invaluable experience in recognizing the nooks and crannies of the business field. Finding that this learning environment is far more convenient than that of those needlessly competitive universities, he decided to forsake higher education altogether. After all, where his former classmates were paying exorbitant amounts and working their brains off on their education, Will lived in casual luxury, all the while earning green on the side. Pretty sweet deal, no?
Despite their family's economy shaping up to a respectable state, Arthur still yearned for their former glory and influence. To realize this dream, he decided to better organize his company. He took all of his small businesses and combined them into a single corporate entity, the new Hayes Enterprises. In three swift years, Will, Arthur and Maria had transformed the upstart company into a corporate superpower. As fate would have it, the couple were avid activists in a certain movement that the USU government did not particularly approve of; they saw the Hayes Enterprises's strong influence as a threat, and made up a reason to have both of their owners, Arthur and Maria, arrested. Suspecting Will was also involved in the movement, the government made arrangements to have Arthur sent to a reformatory facility, namely SOUL.
Personality: Well-mannered, articulate and affable, most people meeting Will for the first time would likely agree that he is a true gentleman, his lack of a mustache and top hat nonwithstanding. For good reason, too - his vocabulary practically oozes class, and his intellectual capabilities are nothing to sneeze at either. As is mentioned before, he constantly tries to put up a "perfect gentleman" facade, and most of the time, he succeeds with flying colors.
However, Will is truly a golden apple with a rotten core; on the outside he may appear an entirely agreeable young man, but deep down in the depths of his heart, he's arrogant, cold, calculating, and just plain malicious. He may seem like he's wholeheartedly agreeing with you on the outside, but unless you're telepathic or just that good at reading the signs, you probably won't know that he's plotting your downfall in the short future. On occasions he may slip up and let through some of his heart's thoughts without his brain's consent, but any such occasions is quickly and profusely denied.
Will is ambitious to a fault; he prefers to steer clear of those he deems weak (never shown outwardsly, of course; he's got a reputation to maintain). His battle style is extremely by-the-book. He will use type advantages, terrain effects, weathers and any other effects to his advantage, and he will rarely, if ever, make up new strategies, because he sees them as nothing more than gimmicks. He takes what worked and enacts them in his battles; as far as he's concerned, this method is far more effective than trying to improvise just for the sake of improvising.
Aspiration: ruler of the world Will, after spending three years as an integral part of Hayes Enterprises, has his mind settled firmly on the business field.
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Password 1: you yew ewe I interpreted it wrong didn't I. ._. Queensland Wants Every Retired Tractors You're Using In Operation Plateau Password 2: sUgar two
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The tree planted inbetween the sidewalk's stone surface was never one that people paid attention to. Perhaps its broad trunk and its outlandish placement on the sidewalk earned it several fleeting glances, but the fact remains that it is of very little interest to the typical passerby. At that particular moment, however, this tree would have been very eye-catching indeed, for around its roots were the fiery red hair crowning the head of a young woman of some six feet; said woman was in what seemed like a deep slumber, her back rested against the rough surface of the wood. A sudden cold gust passed, rattling the tree leaves and awakening the girl under the protection of their shade.
"Ah..." the girl uttered as a painful headache promptly attacked her brain. The feeling was like waking up in the middle of the night knowing that you had a terrible nightmare, but not knowing what the nightmare was. Fighting against the agonizing headache, the girl struggled to get up, gripping the tree's rough bark as support. She looked at her surroundings, but with the blurry vision and ominous headache she was afflicted with, the girl wasn't able to tell apart the fire hydrant and the pile of bricks laid out on the lawn of a house. She leaned against the tree again, closing her eyes and softly massaging her head. When she opened her eyes again, her vision was much clearer, but the headache was just as painful. Was it one of her symptoms acting up again? She couldn't tell.
The girl decided that the best thing to do at the moment would be to find one of her maids for an aspirin--that was when the realization hit her. She wasn't home. Where was this? It didn't look familiar. The last thing she remembered was taking a shower...and then opening her laptop? That's right, she just logged into a game and put on the VR helmet. Was that what this is? Just an illusion created by the wonders of today's technologies? Unsure what to think or where to go, the girl decided to walk around and see where Lady Luck would lead her. She barely took five steps before a pink rabbit wearing earmuffs, a shawl and a pair of tiny red boots ran up to her, stopping her dead in her tracks.
"Excuse me!" it squeaked. "You're a human, aren't you?"
Recalling it was a Virtual Reality game, the girl didn't immediately respond. She felt her toes, moved her fingers and twitched her nose to make sure that she was, in fact, human. Only when she was positive that her form was indeed that of a human did she reply. "Yeah, that would be my guess. And...you are?" the girl said, raising an eyebrow at the rabbit's attire.
"They call me Cutemon. Do you have any idea where you are?" Cutemon inquired, and the question, after a brief pause, was replied to by the shake of the girl's head. Cutemon smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. Come with me."
"I don't know if I should. I'm not supposed to talk to strangers," Cutemon heard her say.
"Then I take it you have a better idea?" said the Cutemon, now frowning. When the girl didn't respond for about five seconds, he smiled again. "I thought so. Come on," he said as he jerked his head, motioning for the girl to follow him.
The rabbit hopped along the street, and the girl followed behind him at a distance. Her headache had died down, so now she could get a better look at the town. It looked old and abandoned, with wild shrubberies overtaking people's lawns, cracks on the asphalt streets and roofs with missing pieces.
It felt like a ghost town.
When the word ghost crossed her mind, she immediately felt chills run up her spine. She ran up to Cutemon, hoping to catch up with him as soon as possible.
"Well, here we are," Cutemon said, holding an arm out towards a run-down building which was, similarly to most of the houses the girl had passed earlier, overtaken by shrubberies. Cutemon went on ahead, opening the double oak doors with a creaking sound.
"I really should rethink this," the girl mumbled to herself. Was she really going to go through with this? Enter a building she had no knowledge of just because a stranger she met at the middle of an intersection told her to? Hang on--wasn't this just a game? There would be no consequences whatsoever if she chose to do so, right? This is probably just part of the plot the game is going through, so she wasn't going to get anywhere if she just randomly wandered this ghost town.
Ghost town. The girl shuddered and immediately entered the building.
As she pushed open the double doors, her eyes caught Cutemon chatting with...someone...or something. She wasn't sure which one it was, for he looked very much human, but stood only a couple of feet tall. Although she was trained not to judge people by their appearances, before she knew it she had dubbed this...person "old dwarf".
"Where did you find it?" the old dwarf asked Cutemon. The girl blinked at that statement, trying not to take offense from being called 'it'.
"Oh Jijimon, stop with the questions already! It was on one of them sidewalks," Cutemon replied briefly, getting behind the girl and nudging her to move towards a staircase.
"What street?" the old dwarf, "Jijimon", inquired again, the fact that he was told to keep quiet just moments ago nonwithstanding.
"That's not important, and besides I've got to bring her to Zephyr. Bye!" Cutemon called out to Jijimon. It was now pushing the girl--nudging, more like, since its hands only measured up to her ankles--up the set of stairs.
"Zephyr?" the girl briefly questioned, genuinely interested. Was he perhaps the person who runs the mission control? The big boss that gives out missions for her to accomplish in the game?
"Oh, you'll see," Cutemon replied briefly, which only added to her curiosity. She attempted to visualize this Zephyr person--most likely he's around his forties, or even older, with a beard or mustache and a tuxedo. Oh, and an eyepatch. An eyepatch would be cool.
Cutemon lead her to the room where Zephyr was apparently in, and from the three people in the room, she was able to easily pick out Zephyr, as he was the only male there. The only thing she got right about him was his eyepatch--he was a teenager who was probably as old as herself. He wore a jacket over a hoodie, and he was very cleanly shaved. This was the big boss? Really? The game developers could have done better, she thought to herself.
"Take a seat. The others have yet to arrive," Zephyr told the girl.
Having no other option, she did as she was told and sat down on a chair close to one of the windows decorating the room, which also happened to be its lone source of light. Next to her was someone with white hair and red eyes--and a pair of demon horns. "Oh my," she blurted before she could stop herself. She covered her mouth with her hands and apologized to the white-haired girl. "Terribly sorry. Please ignore that."
Appearance|>Riku Graham< Standing at six feet flat and weighing in at some one hundred and fifty pounds with the physique of an experienced athlete, not to mention the nonchalant expression forever plastered on his face, appearance alone could mislead people into believing he's older than he actually is. His olive skin is stretched across lean muscles, modest in size, his upper right arm marked with a tattoo of Hawaiian tribal markings. His hazel eyes glitter with clarity and keenness, assessing and examining the world leisurely, not usually focusing on a single aspect of his surroundings. His dark, almost black, hair is kept jagged into a fo-hawk with no real effort to keep it neat.
Usually, Riku's entire person is swathed in clothes that he managed to steal. This being said, he's usually decked out in the most fashionable clothes he liked. Ranging from graphic tees to crewneck sweaters and expensive looking jackets, Riku didn't hesitate in taking what he wanted. He tends to stray from jeans and opts to wear cargo shorts for a quick get-away from his crimes and for a comfortable breeze. Mid-length athletic socks usually cover his feet under a pair of his favorite, and probably only, brand of sneakers - Jordans. Typically, he doesn't wear any head wear, but on occasion he's known to wear a snapback cap or even a beanie.
History: Riku was born into a world that many children experienced, but few dared to acknowledge. He grew up in a very old, poor neighborhood in Rustboro. He lived with both his mother, Irene, and with his father, Joshua, for only a short while. A car accident took his mother from him when he was only six, and stricken with grief his father attempted suicide. After that failed, he left him and his two siblings - a younger brother and sister - to the care of his grandmother who lived on the other side of the city. His memories of his mother are vague, if not almost extinct, those of his father he rather forget. The children lived with his grandmother in a small home that she had worked hard and alone for after the disappearance of her husband. His grandmother taught her grandson to only place his trust in himself and no one else, and to never expect things in life unless you worked and earned them. This meant Riku was force to grow up early in order to try and maintain a stable life while he lived with his grandmother. The word was cold and cruel to all of them, but so long as they had one another's love and support, perhaps things would work out in their favor.
Riku was one of the only child from a poor background at the school he attended. It was otherwise full of wealthy, snotty and spoiled children who would constantly tease him. Unfortunately, life's cruelty didn't stop there. It was no walk in the park; not a single person stood up to defend him or become his friend, no other child came to his side. The young Riku was bullied all throughout elementary and middle school, mostly by the richer kids he was forced to grow up with in school and by the thugs that roamed around the slums he called home. They'd tease him about his hair, his hazel eyes or the way he always dressed in rags. It only grew worse up until the point he was sent home early when the rich kids tossed old, rotten cafeteria food on him, and was confronted by the local thugs and mugged. They left him with deep gashes everywhere on his body, all for five dollars. He was alone. Slowly but surely, he began not only to put up a tough guy act for protection, but also a deep hatred for the human race.
When he was eleven, he decided it was enough, it would all end. He had planned to begin robbing the local shops and convenient stores around his neighborhood so they would be able to move away to a nicer place. A small start, yes, but soon enough he piled on larger stores and even a restaurant once. Eventually he began mugging random people around town, he would never hurt innocent people, but knowing this neighborhood these people he would beat down were sure to be guilty of something. His younger brother, the only other person aware of his misdeeds, would constantly try to talk him out of it. But after explaining he was just one more robbery away from affording them to all move to a wonderful neighborhood in Johto, his brother hesitantly offered his help. After months of planning, the biggest heist Riku would ever pull came to life. With the help of his brother and his uncle, a local gangster and get-away driver, the group hi-jacked a heavily armored truck carrying thousands of dollars heading for the bank of Rustboro. After knocking both guards unconscious and a quick get-away with the truck, they seemed to be in the clear.
But the police had some how caught up to them not ten minutes later, and after hitting a dead end they proceeded to run away on foot - leaving all the money behind. The police had shot their uncle dead, and managing to grab their dead relative's gun, Riku and his younger brother Andre hid behind a dumpster. Mind clouded with adrenaline, Riku talked Andre into shooting blindly to grab the officers attention while he went back for the money. A few seconds after Andre began firing the gun to allow his older brother to complete their mission, the police fire opened fire and managed to hit Andre in the leg. The panicking fourteen year old fired blindly into the crowd of officers and managed to hit two - one in the head. The police swarmed him like lions on a wounded Zebra, Riku had no choice but to agree with his brother's cries to run, and he just kept running. Tears running down his face, he couldn't believe what he had just done to his brother, what had happened. Not paying attention, he was hit by a police car as soon as he turned a corner. Not hard, but with enough force to knock him on the ground which provided the perfect opportunity for his arrest.
A few months passed by, he and his younger brother shared a cell. His younger brother was sentenced to death in exactly one year, killing two officers was enough to drain this young boy from emotion enough to the point the announcement of his death did not phase him. He was so calm those days in prison, like he waited for death, and he wasn't afraid of it - he welcomed it. Those days in prison, Riku cherished them, those were the final moments he would see his brother alive. He was sent to the SOUL program the day after the announcement of his brother's death date, but they promised they would allow his brother to call Riku every day. This was all his fault, to this day Riku thinks of nothing much besides a way to free his brother.
Personality| Though Riku suffered a bad childhood and had to endure many obstacles in life he certainly did not turn down the path of 'loving himself, accepting life and growing for the better'. In other words, he strayed far from the role of the fairy tale Gary Stu. He has come to discover that trusting someone is far too dangerous. While most think it's more morally correct to assume someone is good at first impression, Riku does the exact opposite. Everyone he first meets―or even those he's only heard about―are automatically put under 'deceiver'. Anyone could be a liar, a cheater, a heartbreaker.. And he isn't willing to take the time or risk to figure out which they are.
He is known to make witty comments, and is quick to have his walls up and ready for combat. Love has not been a big thing for him since he was always on the move, and for good reason, too. He isn't exactly lucky in that department. Riku has no friends besides pokemon, and he is quite content that way. He believes he doesn't need friendships with humans, and this has worked well for him so far. However, when it comes to other people, he can be a little hostile, rude, or completely ice cold with them. Nevertheless, deep down, beyond all of these quirks and conflicting ideas, lies a young man who only ever wanted a casual life. He's come to accept that that cannot happen now, and it is an endless, poignant feeling in his heart. All he has in this world are his memories of those happy days he spent with his family playing with Pokemon. And that, he believes, is all he will ever need. Life has been a struggle for him, and the only way he's ever known how to live is through survival. Luxury is taken too lightly by people. Not enough people know the value of hard work and the struggle to stay alive for the next sunrise. But Riku knows this, and no matter how difficult things get, he will always put on a tough, "I don't give a f*ck" attitude.
Aspiration: The League Champion gets money, money solves any problem. His brother going to die in one year, yeah, that's a big problem.
Starter: Larvitar Password 1: Questioning Will Entail Rings That Yawn Underneath In Our Place [longest part of this sign up -.-] Password 2: seQuoia four RP Sample:
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Morning had faded and the sun had burned away the last of the lingering mist. Riku had successfully jumped out of the moving vehicle, which wasn't hard given that it was moving at about five miles per hour. He had a general idea of the direction in which he was headed, having traveled through the place before, but that was two years ago. Things change, as evident by a field of corn in which he found himself a tad lost. The younger stalks poked at his legs and the taller ones that slipped from his hand whipped back at into place, striking random areas on his face in the process. His eye received a minor blow from time to time, making it sting and water, but no real damage was done. Carefully, he picked his way through, knowing the expansive field belonged to some one and did not want to trample any stalks to death. Then again, who would notice a few crushed stalks in the midst of hundreds or thousands? Could be just as well a wild Pokémon had gotten to it. However, he wasn't going to press his luck. He trudged on. In spite of the uncomfortable prodding by the vegetation, the crops at least provided decent shade though the tightly knitted cluster did make him slightly claustrophobic.
'The same feeling you felt the night your mother died.'
Riku began staring absentmindedly at the soil beneath his feet. The voice in his head was right, it was the same overwhelming pressure on his chest. He had trouble breathing, his need for breathing room caused him to sprint in a random direction. It's not like he'd know the difference a midst all these corn stalks. He made it to the dirt road after jumping over a small wooden fence to keep wild pokemon from intruding into the farmer's fields. He shook his head at the nonsense, he shouldn't be feeling like this. He's grown, matured, these feelings were for children. He stopped and lifted his gaze; coming back to his senses, Riku grew slightly surprised at the sight before him. The skies were no longer the crystal blue he'd seen all the way here, but instead a slate gray. It seemed to cast an eerie blanket over the entire route, making every aspect of the area darker. He took a few steps and noticed the crunching sound from his feet walking over the grains of dirt had vanished. There was no sound at all, like he was walking on a cloud. He looked down and saw the dirt covered in patches of white dust, in fact it seemed to be falling from the sky. Like ash from a recently erupted volcano. It was like another world, separated, discarded, prematurely torn away…
Riku backed himself up to a tree, trying to survey the entire area. The once flourishing Route One had cleared out completely, save for a...Riku squinted. There was a single figure standing in the middle of the road, its concealed face turned toward him. He felt himself freeze, all the sounds and movements around him being pushed out of his mind one after another. It became eerily quiet, and he could have sworn even the swaying corn stalks halted for a moment. Its face was shrouded in the darkness of the hood it wore, but as it raised its gaze Riku was, for a fleeting moment, met with the most chilling hazel eyes he had ever seen. Riku blinked, going against his instinct and standing his ground. Just then, he noticed a couple more figures around him. But these figures were different, they were kids-around his age. The looks on their faces gave Riku the impression they were just as confused as he was. The figure proceeded to take a few steps towards the group of puzzled teenagers, Riku opted to stay right where he was and glare back at the figure. The figure came within speaking range, a few feet away from the group and surveyed them. Its head coming to a halt and Riku could manage to make out a kind of disappointing sight from the figure.
"Looks like you are all here." Riku raised an eyebrow, he could immediately tell it was a woman. But not like any woman he's ever heard; the voice was cold, demanding, and impatient. He kind of liked it. Her pale hand was raised before the group, palm upwards waiting for something. If she wanted the envelope, she surely wasn't getting it. Bastion is a man's name, and if she truly is this Bastion character he would need some proof. The figure shifted a bit and sighed, "The envelope please." It was that same cold, demanding feminine voice. Riku stood there, giving the same cold and demanding eyes she was giving them. It only took a few moments for the other to hand her the letters, so finally Riku dug in his pocket and slapped it onto her palm. His expression didn't change, neither did his stance-in fact he hardly moved at all. She ripped an envelope open and scanned it over, Riku noticing the large briefcase in her hand. Most likely the supplies she is to give them to start their journeys. The figure raised her free hand and lifted its hood, revealing the innocent face of a rather short woman. It didn't fool Riku, her eyes were still as cold as ever. Riku crossed his arms out of boredom as the woman gave the teenagers a thorough inspection.
"Listen, I have no idea what He was thinking. If it was up to me I would have never chosen you lot. Who needs a bunch of foolish kids getting in our way?" Riku leaned back onto the tree he was standing by and closed his eyes, his eyebrow twitched. 'foolish.kids?' He thought, who was she to talk down to him like that? "Whatever. He's the boss so I guess I am stuck with you." Riku couldn't help but chuckle just a bit, Bastion was this woman's boss. She was probably just some lowly grunt, and she think she could talk to him like that? She lifted her arm out, letting the case dangle from her fingers until she let it drop to the ground and pop open. The glimmering red and white capsules wobbled a bit from the impact, but didn't go rolling around everywhere. They were being held in place by the wax seals of the envelopes they laid on. Those were, pokeballs. He would soon have one, inside he could see the tiny creatures shifting. The semi-transparent red tops giving him the sight of their silhouettes. One of those would soon be his, and he would finally get his chance to make something out of himself. Make his city proud, like his sister. "Now pay attention," the woman said abruptly, causing some of the kids to snap their heads up in attention. Riku slowly moved his gaze over towards her, "My name is Seven. That's a code name - no questions, you will receive no answers. You will always address me as such. I will be the one who will watch over you on your journey. You will never see me. You will soon doubt that I am even there. My mission is simple: protect you and help you on your journey. You may think this is some fun trip to candyland and you can just take it easy and quit if it gets too hard. You're wrong."
Her cold hazel eyes narrowed as she looked over the expression of the teenagers. When her eyes met his, he scoffed. She ignored it, for the best, he wouldn't want big ol' mean Seven to get angry. 'After all, six must be afraid of seven for a reason right?' Oh, how Riku cracked himself up. "The moment you got here your whole life changed. No more carefree teenage days, you hear me? This is serious. The future of the Balance depends on your success. If you move on from here there is no turning back. You cannot quit. You cannot go home. Never forget that, or you will face the consequences. I am sure He explained that in the letter." Riku shifted a bit, he was actually interested in what this woman had to say. It sounded...interesting. She handed a pokeball to one of the other boys int he group and looked at the capsule as it lay there in the boy's palm. "This is the most valuable thing in your life starting now. Never lose, forget, or mistreat your Pokémon. I don't except much from any of you. You could never understand." After a few moments, Riku held the red and white sphere in his palm that he had been yearning for since he was younger.
"Get to know your partner. Battle a simple Wild Pokémon. If you lose badly, this is where your Journey ends. If you somehow manage to win or at least do well enough I will give you too-curious-for-your-own-good children a few answers as to why you are here. Good Luck - you'll need it." Riku tightened his grip on the pokeball and looked over the grass besides them. He smirked, he could do this. He looked down at the ball, past the semi-transparent red glass top there was a pokemon looking back at him. Yellow, red cheeks, long ears, lighting bolt tail. He nodded his head in approval, not a bad starting option. Pikachu, female, not too strong at this point, from the looks of her around level five. At this point, it most likely knows one damaging attack and one status attack. He looked down again, she was a mouse alright. Remembering the old Mickey and Minnie Mouse character he heard about. "Minney mouse, you will become the strongest and most reliable on my team. You and I will face this together, are you ready?" Riku didn't bother to wait fora response, his face was intense and concentrated now. He took a few steps towards the grass and looked into the depths of grass blades. His cold eyes looked down at Minney, she wasn't only a pokemon, she was the chance to make a name for himself, to make sure everyone in the land knew who he was. Maybe then...his father would return.
Heres hoping there are still spots...Only two accepted but a lot of Sign ups in here, so I'm posting a sign up just in case a spot is open. Edit: I think I'm done, but I will add more if needed.
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Name/Nicknames: Margot (pronounced "Margo" just in case you don't already know) Nathan
Gender/Sex: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: 5'4", very skinny and very attractive. She wears clothes that show off her....features, and she likes to tease. She has a plethora of dresses and skirts, but also casual clothes such as ironic tee shirts and the latest trendy jeans. She is also fond of short shorts. She has auburn hair, straight and long enough to reach halfway down her back. She parts it down the side. She has perfect teeth and all that jazz. Her eyes are hazel. She usually wears regualr shoes (like converses...only pokemon brand?) and lots of jewelry. She has peirced ears, and usually wears diamond studs. A variety of bracelets adorn her arms, and she wears thick frame black classes, and a few various rings. Though, she only wears one at a time, and never on her ring fingers.
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picture of face. Imagine a younger version.
History: She was born into an average family, in Sootopolis City. She went to school and did normal things. Like take acting and singing lessons. And getting everything she asks for. Yeah. She made good grades, but never anything outstanding. She played football (soccer) and was team captain on the junier team. Her parents loved her, but wrre young and never thought to teach her morals. She soon came to manipulating them and getting her way all of the time. Cell phones, clothes, shoes, anything she wanted. Her parents had a hard time keeping up with her taste, and worked very hard. She didn't really appreciate them. She didn't have any brothers or sisters, or any other family for that matter. Her parents were all she had. They both literally worked themselves to exhaustion, and this exhaustion led them to ill driving, which led to a car accident, and two deaths. Guess who?
Her parents spoiled her, until they died when she was 16. She was put into foster care families for a few months, but usually found her new parents "cheap" and "worthless". She ran away searching for fame and fortune in the form of Lilycove Glamour Magazine. Her self riteous mannor kept her from getting a job. So, she made her money by conning rich men. She got romantically involved, then whisked away with their fortunes. She bought a big house, in the middle of nowhere, hired servants, and bought pretty much whatever she wanted. She tangod with the cops, but got out clean after flirting with one of the officers, and then got him fired. She got caught on her 10th or so con, when she boasted about it too loudly on the internet. They sent a female cop to bust her, as her manipulating ways were unaffective on women. She was taken to jail, where she refused to go back into foster care. She shared a cell with a theif, who taught her how to pick locks, and other crafty skills. Margot waited for the shift change in the guards, and then broke out through the same door they left. She quickly hid in the bathroom, where she took out a guard and stole her uniform. With this disguise, she walked out the front door, pretending to have a family emergency. Her run didn't last long, and the cops found her a few weeks later.
She was put in the SOUL program by her foster family, who she conned into beLIEving she was still 17. She got a magikarp as her starter, for ironic effect. She pretty much hates the universe right now, because all of her money and possessions were returned to those she conned. Even worse, she hates that she got a pretty useless pokemon to start with. She doesn't know anything about pokemon really, except that good trainers get money and fame. She decides to agree to join this program, hoping she can con people in the Johto region. New region, new clients, new money. Plan B is to become the very best, like no one ever was.
Personality: Think "That overly Sarcastic guy in horror movies that always dies to the audiences pleasure (except she has girl parts)" in short, she's a dick. Ba dum tsss. She has extreme NPD (narcissistic personality disorder) and acts like a tough girl all the time. She likes to think she's the smartest girly girl in the world, but really she's about average. She doesn't like anyone, believing to be better than most, and hating anyone who threatens her. She gets a hig from conning people, and usually likes to throw it in their face when she does. (which lead to her capture) Heres a bit of her personality speaking,"With this...disgusting, wothless pokemon, I will be able to give a good sob story, and make Bank. Lots of bank......ugh. Stupid pokemon. "
Aspiration: Actress, model, er....famous actractive woman.
Starter: Magikarp
Password 1: Quite Worthlessly, Ehan Ross Tells You "Underwear Is Over Powered"
Password 2: wiLlow fourty-two
RP Sample: This is in two parts, because Vinnie is a bit hard to follow at that point, as this is where he starts loosing his mind. You can read the rest of the IC if it still confuses you. Its interesting!
So sorry I haven't returned in a while! Got tied up with life. But there's no time like the present, so let's review:
@The Final Watchman - It's a very decent SU, but I feel you need a bit more meat and substance in your personality section. Also, am I going crazy or you don't have a starter picked out? I can't seem to find it. If you can just adjust it in these areas you'll be a-okay to go. :3
@Saturated Hue - Very nice SU, it'll be interesting to see this guy function in the RP. Accepted.
@Charizard_Man - Beautiful! You and Saturated Hue should meet up and cause chaos. :D
Accepted.
@Lt. Col. Fantastic - (Great username BTW) It's just, um, well, the character is unbelievable in a lot of ways. She's just 19, conning several rich men out of money and buying a bloody house on top of that, and she gets.... SOUL? That's more acquainted to the rich men ruining her life and placing her in a cell forever. And she just "escapes?" There are one too many things that this apparently unintelligent girl does that isn't really believable. There are also several spelling mistakes. Declined for now.
I'm not saying make her boring, just a bit more.... real. And interesting.
So sorry I haven't returned in a while! Got tied up with life. But there's no time like the present, so let's review:
@The Final Watchman - It's a very decent SU, but I feel you need a bit more meat and substance in your personality section. Also, am I going crazy or you don't have a starter picked out? I can't seem to find it. If you can just adjust it in these areas you'll be a-okay to go. :3
So sorry I haven't returned in a while! Got tied up with life. But there's no time like the present, so let's review.
@Lt. Col. Fantastic - (Great username BTW) It's just, um, well, the character is unbelievable in a lot of ways. She's just 19, conning several rich men out of money and buying a bloody house on top of that, and she gets.... SOUL? That's more acquainted to the rich men ruining her life and placing her in a cell forever. And she just "escapes?" There are one too many things that this apparently unintelligent girl does that isn't really believable. There are also several spelling mistakes. Declined for now.
I'm not saying make her boring, just a bit more.... real. And interesting.
Okie dokes. I'll work on this, or even scratch the character and make a new one if I'm feeling extra insane tonight. Should be done by tomorrow. (Sorry for spelling, I don't have any spellcheck, and lets be honest. I'm not the best speller here. But I will either buy a dictionary or somehow code spellcheck for this thing.)
EDIT: Oh, wow. Theres a spellchecking app on the Market. No more errors for me!
Yes! Chaos indeed. Looking forward to working with y'all. :3c
Also, just a bit of question to sate my curiosity, does the aspiration part of the SU have any major relevancy or is that just an extension of the personality section? I'd like mine to be better thought out if it turns out to be something of massive importance, haha. xD
Name/Nicknames: Villidan 'Vil' Vertigo
Gender/Sex: Male
Age: 16, almost 17. (Six days left. <I8) (Birthday hat smiley))
Appearance: Average height male (5'11"). He's physically fit, but doesn't have extreme muscles or anything. Wears black jeans, and various ironic tee shirts. (Most solid black or white with a center picture. His favorite is one has a fish on it) He also wears hoodies sometimes, mostly solid green or purple ones with white drawstrings, He wears aviater sunglasses often, which are dark enough to hide his eyes (which are green). He has blond hair, which is spiked up into an anime style faux hawk. He has mainly converse shoes, of varying colors. He picks the one that goes or compliments with his shirt the best. (So if he had on a purple hoodie, he'd pick either purple or yellow shoes) He wears a watch on his ankle, for ironic purposes. Other than that, he has no jewelry or peircings.
Personality: Vil is your "hipster/cool guy". He keeps his calm (at least on the outside) in hilarious or frightening situations. He's into all the "cool stuff", like computers, video games, ironically dangerous items, my little pony, and just about anyone on the scene would like. On the inside, its a hassle keeping up with his cool persona. Having to control facial expressions, reactions, and basically numb down anything he does, so he seems more "chill" and relaxed. When he talks, its usually very calm. He does use cuss words quite often, though this is his attempt to seem cooler as well. He's pretty funny, and tells hilarious jokes now and then. But the only thing you'll probably get out of him is a "Heh heh." (Usually ironic laughter at terrible jokes will be more involved, like a "hahahahaha" Or "LOLZ") He's also homosexual, or rather bisexual, though prefers guys vastly. He's not like "omg I am flaming" stereotype gay guy, more like a normal guy who likes boy parts who happens to be homosexual. Like if he finds his soul mate, genitals aren't really a deal breaker.
History: Vil grew up in an appartmentwith his dad, as his mother died when he was little. They weren't rich, but Vil always had food and a roof. Actually, Vil had some sweet stuff, like an Xbox 360 and a pretty nice gaming desktop. He takes karate classes too, and excells. (His dad knows karate too, and showed him a lot of stuff) Other than that, his money usually was spent on clothes or Fig Bars. Vil loves fig bars. Anyway, they lived in their little apartment, and things went along nicely between the two. They weren't very close, but they cared about each other and hung out a few times. (Usually resulting in Vil showing his dad how to play a video game the 'correct way') Things were pretty good at school, though Vil got picked on for his sexuality a lot. He mostly ignored this ridicule, but has been known to lash back with a lot of angry words (while he kept his cool of course.) Deep down, and by deep down I mean not very deep at all once you get past his cool shell, this hurts him, and he is really confused. He likes girls too, but just prefers dudes. He tried explaining this to his dad, who's only response was, "So are you gay or what? Just tell me, son." After much facepalmage, Vil just said he was gay so they could move on. His dad didn't really care much, surprisingly.
Vil made alright grades, without putting much effort forward. (Bar any computer related class, which he showed much inclination to) His dad didn't mind this either, and was pretty slack on Vil. Vil didn't have any significant others, but had a few crushes on some dudes. Unfortunately, they were all heterosexual. Actually, Vil was the only homosexual male he knew, which added to his confusion on the matter. He felt weird, like an outcast, but of course never said this out loud. It ate at him for a year or so, and he took quite a verbal demoralization from some bullies at school. On the outside, he never flinched. But underneath he screamed, cried, even considered suicide. But he was too cool for that. (No really, he was worried about what would happen to his image if he killed himself.) Nobody knew what he had inside, and the anger and sadness that built up. That's why it was such a big deal when he finally snapped. Some guy was jeering at him, with derogetory terms for homosexuals no doubt, when he flew off the handle. He proceeded to "beat the **** out of him, and tape his mouth shut for sweet, ironic symbolism." (Actual words said to principal when asked to recite his story.) His father was furious, well, about as furious as such a mellow fellow could get. (Vil was grounded for a whole week :O <-- sarcastic shocker face) Daddy did however, get concerned, as Vil had really beaten the crap out of this kid, in an extremely violent (yet cool.....somewhat) manner. He was recommended to the SOUL program, where he would have a chance to go on an adventure and mature. Dad brought it up a dinner one time, and Vil simply said, "Sure. Sounds cool to me." He actually was very excited, but even in the company of family he has to act cool. He was upset with himself for snapping, and had a lot of cool cred to rebuild. He is also still really confused about his preference....though he is pretty sure he likes boys. (But his friends keep asking why and how and megh. He's just not sure why nobody else can get it.)
Aspiration: Really just wants a good man/maybewoman. Has a knack for programming and coding, so he'll probably be in the computer field.
Starter: Kabuto
Password 1: Queso was excellently recreated this year using imcredible octopus populations. Lol wut.
Password 2: wiIlow fourty-two
RP Sample:
Note: 'Villidan' was his father's attempt at a unique name, though it just ended up sounding like a final fantasy villain more than anything else.
Note 2: Vil plays the harp, whether ironically or sincerely is unknown.
Note 3: I didn't really know where to put these notes.
Okay, so my sanity level last night was debatable, since I made a new character. Anyway, here he is! I like him more than Margot. I used my spellchecker, but it didn't catch anything, so I'm skeptical about it's proficiency.
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