Cries From the Other Side OOC

[Fuyu]

I write these letters... in hopes that anyone can answer my plea. My world... it is dying. The sky has forgotten sunrise. The inhabitants are falling, falling to this strange song and slipping into the most bloodstained of madness. My world is tearing itself apart. If this goes on... both our worlds will die. I can not stop her any longer. By the time you read this I am certain she will have captured or killed me. The creature who carried this to you is a Pokemon. In that egg with it is also a Pokemon. Please, with these two, please fight to protect our worlds. Please... end my sister's life before the Gods raise her up to immortality.

Child of Wishes, Aiko

Plot: Earth and the Pokemon World have coexisted for many many centuries, the Pokemon World unknown to many of Earth's inhabitants. Strange events have been happening recently around the globe however, many to do with weather. People have been killed or injured and the scientists are utterly baffled. As you struggle to make sense of this, something falls from the sky into your arms. It is called a Pokemon and it is carrying a letter and an egg. A Legendary has been chosen to assist you in stopping the destruction of the worlds. You must make your way to the Pokemon World and defeat the person who caused this destruction. Hopefully you will be able to find the writer of this letter, Aiko, as well before it's too late. But you have a limited time. Your enemy is close to complete victory.

Sign-Up Form

Name: (Middle name is optional, they can go by a nickname, but mostly first and last)
Age: (10-18)
Gender: (No explanation necessary I'm assuming
Appearance: (A paragraph or a list, just no pictures please)
History: (A paragraph or two, don't shirk on details (unless you really want to keep it a secret)
Personality: (A paragraph, it does not have to make sense to the Legendary, as they were sent at random to your character. It can though.)
Color(s) of Soul: (This is important to later, so base it on personality)
Legendary(ies):
Weapons: (optional)
Pokemon: (your initial one. You can have up to six which can be edited in as the story goes on. Pretty much any initial Pokemon but Legendaries and evolved ones.)

Pokemon Nickname: (optional)
Gender:
Personality:

Legendary:
Nickname: (optional)
Gender: (If they're genderless, which most are, pick one)
Personality:

RP Sample: (This needs to be a short bit, almost like a post, of the character made in the SU. I just want to see how they "sound". But do not put the time when they find the letter. That's first post.)


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This is the OOC thread for Cries From the Other Side, as you can clearly guess. Take all non-post chatter and discussion here. Please repost your SU here, so I can give each person their Pokemon attacks, nature, ability, shiny, etc. If there any requests pertaining to that, please make them here. I will post my own SU up later after a few people have moved theirs over.

Anyway, status as of now...

Roleplayers (other than me):

1.MichaelatheUchiha- Latios and Latias
2. 649- Raikou
3. Zamorak-Articuno
4. Sandeon- Entei
5. Ichiro-Zapdos
6. Darkrai-Garet
7. Manaphy-ComiTurtle
8. Nakuzami-Celebi

Reserves:

Eeveemaster9- Lugia

Wind-Jirachi

Nokyo-chan- Moltres

Ho-oh- Sgt Shock

Spaces are filling up everybody. And enjoy! :)

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

You should also put up the SU chart on here as well. x3

 

[Fuyu]

Edited in, thanks for helping. Was not sure what to put in it.

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

No problem. XD Some people pay more attention to the "PR" but some pay more attention to "RPC". XD

 

[Fuyu]

XD I really wonder if there should be a poll for that.

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

There should.

PC went down for you, right? XD

 

[Fuyu]

Oh yes it did, little bastard jk. XD

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

No worries, felt the exact same way. XD But don't tell anyone that, okay? (shush)

 

[Fuyu]

Your secret's safe with me lol

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

XD And not with the many others that would probably see this thread.

I should go hand in my resignation. xP

 

[ComiTurtle]

Wish Granted in the OOC

Name: Leon Vergo
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Appearance:
-Skin: Somewhat tan.
-Head: Mid-length wavy light brown hair, blue-grey eyes
-Height: 5'9"
-Weight: 130 lbs
-Body: Leon has a somewhat athletic build his muscles are small but strong. He has a scar on his left palm from when he was first taught to use a Karambit.
-Upper: Leon wears a loose fitting long grey sleeve shirt with a small purple griffin embroidered on the top left front and a large floating purple castle embroidered on the back.
-Lower: He wears dark colored jeans and flexible grey and black sneakers with white socks.
History: Leon was born in the Cocoa Beach, Florida where he lived with his mother, father, and older sister in a somewhat large beach side apartment. Leon in his younger years always went to the beach in the day before and after school so at that time he was very tan then his sister ran away from home for reasons still unknown to Leon. This caused multiple changes in Leon's daily life at first he just started to become less active during daylight hours and his tan started fading due to this. Then he became more active in his martial arts and studies at school. His normal schedule even changed he started going to the beach at night only. He started doing many things to forget about his sister and eventually he did. Now today late at night he sat under the dark ocean sky as something came toward him this was the egg, letter, and Primrose the Combee.
Personality: Leon is a very adaptive person in his personality he will change how he acts to be the most effective as possible. Normally Leon is calm and collective he seems to like making people happier and is a social person. Yet, he becomes "shut off" so to speak at the word sister appearing in a conversation and seems to find his way out of any conversation that that word appears in. As said before Leon enjoys cheering people up but he also likes to be the hero in things like bulling he will jump into help the losing side. This causes him to get into many fights so he can defend himself well. He isn't afraid to try out new things and he likes to understand why people sometimes don't agree with him.
Color of Soul: White
Legendary: Manaphy
Weapons: A pair of tonfa for non-lethal combat and a pair of Karambits for lethal combat.
Pokemon: Combee

Pokemon Nickname: Primrose
Gender: Female
Personality: Kind of bossy and she likes to show off around people and pokemon, which is hard for a Combee to do. She is somewhat stubborn but knows when not to be

Legendary: Manaphy
Nickname: none
Gender: Female
Personality: Manaphy is happy-go-lucky and enjoys pleasing people.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Leon sat under the bright half moon with a couple of his friends. A storm was coming closer and the waves were now receding slowly. His friends were about to start paddling out to sea. He heard the splashes they caused as they jumped into the lukewarm water, yet he kept starring at the stars pointing out the constellations in his head.
"Hurry up, Leon." Shouted one of his friends.
"Coming." responded Leon kindly as he pulled himself off the ground and brushed some sand off his shorts. He ran to his new surfboard and paddled toward his friends. Then a large wave grew and they all started ripping it as they say other then Leon who clumsily fell off the surfboard when he tried to stand.
He washed up on shore to see and saw all his friends grinning at him.
"Sorry guys it only my 250 time surfing guess I need more practice." Joked Leon he and his friends all knew he fell on purpose to make the night livelier. They then all proceeded to shred the waves until midnight.

 

[Fuyu]

Comiturtle is accepted and lol michaela

 

[649]

SU Form:
Name: Androssathoriana "Rossa" Floradove
Age: 17
Gender: female
Appearance: Dirty blond hair, wavy, flowing all the way down to the waist. Angled eyebrows, green eyes, mischievous look. Small nose, full lips, thin face. Has a good tan going on, very beautiful. Wears a light summer shirt, colored maroon and yellow. Somewhat tall, 5'10" but with a small body. Short shorts, dark khaki. Wears flip-flops perpetually, has a hawaiian flower bracelet, on the right hand.

History: She came from an extremely wealthy family that runs a huge business specializing in medicine. They had a huge mansion, with the grounds spreading as far as the eye could see. Her father and mother both used to co-run the business. Her mother died soon after she was born, though. Due to this, her father resented her. Throughout her life, she was mostly ignored by her father, having nannies and the like take care of her. She has developed lots of connections with the members of the mansion, but none with her father. She has always hated her father, because he never paid any attention to her. Then, one day when she was 15, her father summoned her into his office/study. She was a little excited, as they had never really talked. She had hoped that he would finally tell her he loved her. But what her father wanted to talk about was purely business, talk about how she would inherit the company, and how she had better start learning lots more about medicine. She was furious, so she screamed, "I hate you, Father! I always have! Why do you refuse to love me?!" Then she ran away from home, but not before stealing most of his riches. Since then, she had lived on the run. She has made a good time of it though, due to her thievery skills, and her charm. She does not plan on settling down anytime soon.

Personality: Since she is very beautiful, and has a bubbly personality, great smile, great sense of humor, a ton of boys are attracted to her. She is very mischievous inside, though, and she will use her charm to get what she wants. Seems to have no regard for people's feelings, but she knows where the line is. She knows her way around medicines, and will try her best to heal any wounded person, but she is very picky about who she will heal, and she will usually manipulate her victim, er, patient into giving her anything she wants. She is also skilled with poisons, and is capable of torturing someone else without killing them, just using poisons. She is a manipulative, somewhat evil person. However, her heart knows what is good, and she will work for the greater good if she needs to, it's just that her tactics are less than pure.

Colors of Soul: Magenta and Indigo
Legendary: Raikou
Weapons: 6 throwing knives and various poisons.
Pokemon: Roselia. (I know Budew precedes it, but it's a baby pokemon, and Roselia is a basic, so it should be fine.)

Pokemon Nickname: Lilac
Gender: Female
Personality: It's shiny. (Normally, I'm against shinies, but I have caught a shiny budew in my game, so I'm fine with this one.) Rossa had grudgingly carried this egg around, until it hatched. It was a Roselia, whom Rossa had called Lilac. She is the kind to become easily attached to someone, so when Rossa obtained her, she was happy that Rossa was taking care of her, and immediately became attached to her. She has a blinding devotion to her master, and does not care when Rossa does something wicked. She loves water, in any form. Drinking water, rain, even swimming, which was unusual for a grass-type. She also likes the sunshine, but not that much. She is pretty cheerful, and likes to wander around.

Legendary: Raikou
Nickname: none (or The Noble and Great Legendary Pokemon Raikou)
Gender: most likely male
Personality: Is seen as a noble savior by most of the people. He is a majestic pokemon, and is the most chivalrous of the legendaries. He is a hero, and will save anyone in trouble. However, he does get angry and ferocious at those who have evil intent. Due to this, he is at odds with Rossa, because of Rossa's personality, but he has willingly accepted her, because he can see inside her and know that she has a good reason, and does the right things. They will most likely continue to have arguments regarding the right things to do, though.

RP Sample: Rossa sauntered into the local bar, went straight up to the bartender, and ordered a drink. (Virgin, of course, she liked to have a clear head.) She sat down, started sipping, and smiled a bit, for all the boys at the bar were leering at her. The man next to her quipped, "Hey beauty, what makes you come here?" She coolly replied, "Oh, just some fun. You seem like a handsome man, let me buy you a drink."

She got him a beer, and reached it towards him. "Thanks, you are such a charming girl, and really pretty too..." the man said, "You know, I just won a lot of money in a bet, maybe we could go out sometimes." Rossa replied, "Sure, that would be great." And, with a deliberate motion, she reached over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. While the man was stunned by the unexpected motion, she slipped a sleeping drug in his drink. "Now, let's drink!" She drank, and waited. All the while, the man complimented her beauty, until finally he fell asleep with a thud. Quickly, Rossa paid off the bartender, stole the man's wallet, and rushed out of the bar.

She walked away, home free. Ahh, I only got 10,000P.

(Reposted my SU, as I was requested to...)

 

[Swolligator]

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Spoiler:

Name: Anthony Stagg
Age: 18
Gender: is of the Male persuasion.

>Appearance:
Physical: From top to bottom, Anthony sits at around five foot eleven inches, just a little above average. He is quite well built, weighing something close to ninety kilograms, however this weight is largely muscle mass from constant training, what little fat he has left is minuscule. He has an angular face, defined more so by the short beard lining his jaw, coming down from his side burns and ending in a point on his chin. His hair is jet black, yet is cropped military style as he dislikes long hair. His eyes are a deep, ice-cold blue that look deep, but at the same time menacing and piercing. His white teeth make his smile look wider on the odd occasions that he does smile. His skin is a fairly toned white, having spent most of his life outside, training and exploring.

As an addition to his physical features, he has three tattoos; the first is in Japanese and runs down his left shoulder in two columns, it translates as "**** Happens, Life goes on.", next is a huge imperial Russian stylized bird that covers most of his chest and abdomen and the final is Russian and runs down his forearm in a single line, it translates as "I am not what I am."

Clothing: Anthony likes to wear mostly plain clothing, labels having no affect on him. His most common attire includes a black t-shirt that has white stripes running horizontally across it with a collar that has two out of three buttons done up, a pair of plain, tan cargo pants that hide all most of his black, military-style boots. On occasions, when it gets colder he will swap his t-shirt for a plain, black long-sleeved shirt. He also wears dark grey motocross-like gloves without fingers for climbing. As far as accessories go, he wears none except for the stainless steel dog-tags resting under his shirt and a single, pointed piercing below his lip.

History: Lower class Moscow was where Anthony was born, and it is not a place many like to be born in, yet many are. Born Anton Ivanov, Anthony spent most of his younger years in the care of his older sister before she was old enough to marry and begin working. His parents spent most of their time work and the rest of their time sleep and as such had no time for Anthony, but by the time his sister moved out, he was fully capable of being able to look after himself. However looking after himself mean playing with the other kids in his apartment building, often getting into trouble that his parents never found out about.

By the time he was thirteen he had been in and out of juvenile halls. While more well of children went to school, he would often pick pocket, steal and scrounge whatever he could get his hands on in the streets of Moscow. Since the age of seven he had been working out and had often taken on children his own size. His lack of social interaction allowed him to develop a depersonalized mentality and also anti-social behavior. At the age of thirteen however, the system got sick of Anthony and sent him to a juvenile boot camp that was run militarily, but also instigated physically, mentally and emotionally changing practices. Here Anthony filled out his frame more, growing increasingly more ripped till the age of fifteen where he was released, somewhat changed majorly more than he had gone in.

He returned home and went straight into the work force, where he slowly began gathering money. Within a month of his coming out of juvenile boot camp his father died in a fatal factory incident that killed forty of his co-workers. With the untimely death of his father, Anthony worked harder to support his mother who was rapidly progressing downhill and struggling with depression. By the time he turned sixteen, he had lost both parents, his mother to depression. They had a fair bit of money stowed away and with that Anthony left Moscow and moved to Saint Petersburg where he changed his name from Anton Ivanov to Anthony Stagg. Here he found work on a farm out of town that suited his solitary lifestyle and also the hard labor allowed him to gain more muscle mass. For two years he has been working on the farm, nobody to no-one which suited him just fine. Here he hired a tutor to teach him Russian and English, for which he has now been learning day in and day out for two years.

Personality: The most notable about Anthony's personality is his 'talk when necessary' attitude which can often be mistaken for being mute. Due to his military and solitary upbringing he has lacked not only the company of others, but the socializing, preferring to be alone rather than with other people. Because of this, Anthony has a condition called 'Depersonalization' in which he constantly sees himself as being separate from the vast majority of humanity. He is staunch and silent, not talking to people if can help it. His pet hate is unnecessary, mindless chatter about life and social customs and needs. When he addresses people, he does not beat around the bush, and is in a way straight forward in what he says. If he did not like someone, he would tell them so, rather than play silly games and pretending to like them. He likes to be silent, not because he doesn't have anything to say, if he did he would directly state his point, but because he does not see the necessity in it.

Anthony does not hesitate, if he feels threatened he will lash out and those that pick a fight with him do not get a fair fight as Anthony will dispatch them as quickly and as effectively as possible. He cares not for the past as it has already happened and cannot be changed, nor for the future that might happen, he lives in the now and only worries about what is happening now. Anthony is not aggressive in nature, but when confronted he does get quite aggressive. Anthony has has a fairly thick Russian accent that makes somethings hard to understand.

Color(s) of Soul: Electric Blue
Legendary(ies): Zapdos
Weapons: Two Butterfly knives and a Bo (long, thick wooden pole), but for extreme cases, he has a handgun (GSh-18).

Pokemon:
- Elekid

Pokemon Nickname: Comrade
Gender: Male
Personality: Thunder, much like Anthony is quite anti-social, but seems to get along with Anthony. In a way he looks up to Anthony as his trainer and will often exercise alongside him. Elekid is more aggressive than Anthony and will often charge ahead in a fight, doing his best and quickest to dispatch the foe.

Legendary: Zapdos
Nickname: Thunder
Gender: Male
Personality: Much like Anthony, Zapdos has a rigid personality, preferring to be upfront rather than beat around the bush and does not possess much tolerance for those who go against him.

RP Sample:
The sun bet down upon Anthony as his muscles rippled with the physical labor required for his job. Sweat beaded itself from his forehead and down his cheeks, following the bone before conglomerating at his chin and dropping into the soil. This was a typical day for Anthony, working long hours for some people he barely knew, all the time in the world to himself; his own personal, albeit different Nirvana. He wiped the sweat off with the collar of his shirt, which was drenched in sweat, and looked up at the setting sun. Night was fast approaching and Anthony dreaded the time when he would fall asleep, the assailing nightmares pressing against his skull, waiting to be released. He bit his lip a bit too hard, the blood running down his chin, as he struggled to fight back the memories from the boot camp. The stuff they had done there, the inhumane torture he had been put through was more than anyone could cope with. His thoughts were interrupted as his employer swore at him heavily in Russian to get back to work.

Work was over the minute the sun slid beneath the horizon and Anthony had returned home, having a cold shower and getting changed before his excursion into town. He often did so to prolong the sleep that he so dreaded, he even hoped to find someone willing to give him a fight, the adrenaline just another way for him to believe he was alive. He had but one simple choice to make; which weapon to take? His twin butterfly knives were impressive in combat, and his wooden Bo would definitely entice someone to fight him, but nothing surpassed the feeling of his fist hitting skin, bone and muscle. For safety reasons, he slid his GSh-18 into the back of his pants as he strapped his Bo to his back, then placing his twin butterfly knives in either pockets.

The rackety, old bus bumped along the cracked road and Anthony watched as the town drew closer, neon lights and flashing signs illuminating the streets and night sky, but also casting shadows where certain people laid in wait. Within half an hour he had gone from the quite countryside into the bustling industrial district where cars hooned along the streets and venders sold goods not seen of most markets. He already had his eyes set on an alleyway when he got of the bus, and within minutes of being enveloped in the darkness and half-light he was confronted on both sides by punks supporting knuckle busters, curled fists and even one with a dented baseball bat.

"Look at this idiot with a stick, looking for trouble comrade?" called a man slightly shorter than Anthony, this jeer signalling that he was the leader. Anthony stayed silent, "are you stupid, comrade?" he jeered again, but still Anthony stayed silent.

"Sergei," one behind him called to the leader, "shall we teach this boy a les-," before the man could finish one of Anthony's butterfly knives stuck out from his throat. This seemed to signal for the others to attack so Anthony brought his Bo around, brandishing it in front of his opposition.

Within several minutes Anthony had either severely maimed or injured those that had opposed him, only two had died. A shot ricocheted to his left and Anthony grabbed his gun, shooting his shooter between the eyes without looking. 'Three dead now' he thought as he plucked his butterfly knife from the throat of his first victim.

"I am not a boy." he said to the dead corpse as he wiped his blade clean. Despite the moaning and groaning bodies around him, Anthony had several cuts across his body and could feel the throbbing of bruises beginning to appear; he was good, but he still got hurt. He limped back to the streets, adjusting his Bo back on his back and to the bus stand, evermore vigilant for the hyenas that would see him weak and attack.

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

I'm pretty sure you guys didn't need to put your SU in here. XD

 

[Fuyu]

It's alright. I prefer it just in case. Thanks a lot.

Edit: Sgt Shock has Ho-oh in reserve until about tomorrow.

Edit 2: We will likely be starting tonight. Be ready.

 

[~Wind~]

Hey jirachi, can I have that wish you gave me granted yet?

Name: Set Morris
Age: 14
Gender: Um... Explain? Male
Appearance: A Thinnish and slightly lithe stature, allowing him slightly over average speed.
Not much physical strength, but makes up for it by taking sword fighting classes.
Has blue hair that he spikes at the back, with two bangs either side of his face, and noticeable grey eyes.
Wears casual clothes, according to the environment, including some blue shirts, some hooded jumpers and some jeans.
History: Set lived a relatively normal life, with no tragic events or such.
He would go into town with his friends, sometimes lie and watch the clouds.
When he was eleven, however, he had a near-fatal accident while sword fighting, almost being slashed through the chest.
Life returned to normal though, school, homework.
However, recently, he noticed that days don't feel the same anymore.
The clouds had started disappearing.
He saw what he thought was a comet in the sky the other day, a crescent heading towards earth.
strange.
Personality: Set is normally quite calm, and is fun to be around.
He is always trying to help out his friends, however sometimes fails to o so, or makes things worse.
He enjoys watching clouds and imagines sitting on a warm tropical island, watching the fluffy clouds go by.
He enjoys exhilarating things such as rock climbing and skiing.
Likes salty food.
Colour of Soul: Grey. Specifically this grey:

Legendary: Jirachi
Weapons: Quite a few swords, but prefers the katana fighting style.

Pokemon: Duskull
Pokemon Nickname: Twilight
Gender: Male
Personality: Mischievous occasionally, but normally just excitable or lazy.

Legendary: Jirachi
Nickname: None, but Jirachi presents herself as wishmaker, and Set calls her as such at first.
Gender: Female.
Personality: Excitable and enthusiastic, but can appear an airhead because of this.

RP Sample: Set walked onto the porch with some hot chocolate.
He had some science homework to do with planets, but he finished that off quite quickly.
As he was staring into the shining darkness, he noticed a glint of extreme brightness, and turned to look.
He saw that it was a comet!
He sat there astonished for a while, then finished his drink and went back inside.
He told his sister, who dragged him to their mother, and he told her.
It was unbelievable.
Which, Set assumed, is why some of his friends didn't believe it.
But it didn't matter, even if it wasn't real, it look amazing.

 

[Zamorak]

Edited my post so that Legend is not the egg, other is the egg, Legend is the Pokemon.

 

[Fuyu]

Wish you're accepted but I'm hoping you put a bit more detail into your actual posts, no offense.

 

[ComiTurtle]

I have a question since, in the movie, Manaphy was eventually able to perform human speech will mine be able too?