Cries from the Other Side [PG-13] (Sign-Ups Open)

[Fuyu]

Cries from the Other Side [PG-15] (Sign-Ups Open)

Alright, here goes. My first created roleplay on this site and my first created one in I think about four years. I hope I haven't lost my touch.

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Cries from the Other Side [PG-15]

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.

(I will not reveal where you will be in the Pokemon World yet.)

Anyway, the rules of this:

1) Abide by PC conduct.
2) Avoid spamming. OOC thread shall be up ASAP
3) The rating is there for a reason. Please make sure to keep with it.
4) Godmodding is forbidden.
5) Any questions and concerns can be PMed to me.
6) You may have up to two characters. If you have two SUs, you may take longer in bringing them in.
7) Remain as active as possible and inform me of long breaks. I will attempt the same.
8) Think of this as a story, so that means good details and realistic speech patterns. So keep with good grammar and don't use text speak. I understand a few mistakes. I make them all the time, but keep it relatively low.
9) Posts must be a paragraph long at least, which means 3-8 sentences in my book. The only exception is conversation. Though for that I would suggest (you don't have to) talking it over with your other poster beforehand. Saves a bit of time.
10) Unless you give a good reason to have a longer delay, reserves have three days to turn their profiles in. And any changes can be made after initial posting. If you start the SU and post it you have twenty four hours to complete it unless you give a good reason for a longer time.
11) There are ten spots open. More may have to be made, depending.
12) No Gen V. Sorry everybody but this is at least until I've gotten the games in English. I've spoiled myself too much as it is.
13) Have fun everybody! I made this for people to enjoy!
14) Put "Wish Granted" as the post title for your SU.

You have two chances to follow these rules. At the third, I kick you out.

I am determining levels and attacks of both captured and initial Pokemon. Shiny does not matter but egg moves to be determined by SU quality. You can't have all shinies on your team though, that's just ridiculous.

Legendaries to be picked:

Mew- Taken by me
Celebi Taken by Nakuzami
Jirachi- Reserved for Wind
Moltres- Reserved for Nokyo-chan
Zapdos Taken by Ichiro
Articuno Taken by Zamorak
Ho-oh- Reserved for Sgt Shock
Lugia- Reserved for Eeveemaster9
Manaphy Taken by ComiTurtle
Shaymin
Heatran
Raikou- Taken by 649
Entei Taken by sandeon
Suicune
Darkrai Taken by Garet
Cresselia
Latios and Latias-Taken by MichaelatheUchiha

(The weather trio, the Regis, creation trio, lake guardians, Mewtwo, Deoxys, and Arceus are not able to be chosen due to plot purposes.)

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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.)

My SU

Name: Len Adlar
Age: 12
Gender: Male
Appearance:
— Skin: Pale, but not sickly pale white.
— Head: Dark blond hair like a wheat field that curls in all directions, slightly pointed face, dark hazel eyes, small facial features, spatters of freckles on both cheeks
— Height: 4'5"
— Weight: 84 lbs
— Body: He is a scrawny child, his arms are short like his legs. But he has a surprising amount of strength.
— Upper: He wears a baggy black sweatshirt over a grey shortsleeve. On his head is a dark beanie almost completely covering his ears. His hands are covered with white fingerless mittens.
— Lower: Len wears jeans that are frayed at the legs and red-decorated sneakers. His socks are pure white.
History: Len had a very odd childhood in his hometown of Colorado Springs. His father would make him exercise nearly constantly, even while young. He nearly had a little sister, who would have been named Sarah. But she ended up being stillborn and his family became devastated by the result. Even at five, he knew that something had changed. His mother would have smothered him with overprotective behavior if not for his father's iron will. He was a good student except for his lack of social skills and formal speech. He was quickly considered the easy target until he broke one of the bullies' jaw. People avoided him after that, whispering behind his back. The only friends he made were Mic and Allie, two other outcasts. When the world seemed to turn ugly, he sensed it and became very worried and confused.
Personality: Len is... disconcerting, to say the least. He is not very childlike, despite being as young as he is. He is withdrawn from humans almost completely, speaking monosyllabically when he has to speak at all, eyes focused on some other faraway point. If he speaks a full sentence pay attention, he might know something. He prefers to simply convey his emotions in pure silence. However his quiet intensity does not mean he is completely devoid of affection. He adores others in his own way, be it in simple hand gestures or the way he looks at someone. He has never gotten angry, at least not enough to raise his voice. He simply bottles up everything and shoves it aside. One wonders what will happen when he loses control of his emotions. However his style isn't anything to do with punk, he just enjoys the loose clothes. He can sense change, more sensitive to the world than some and it bothers him intensely, sometimes making him hide.
Color(s) of Soul: Grey
Legendary: Mew
Weapons: Brass knuckles
Pokemon: Vulpix

Pokemon Nickname: Sarah
Gender: Female
Personality: She is friendly and affectionate, constantly sniffing at new things and exploring. She always returns to Len, as if afraid to leave him alone.

Legendary: Mew
Gender: Female
Nickname: Mii
Personality: She is bouncy, hyper, playful, as if to make up for Len's lack of reaction. It always earns a silent smile from the child. She never loses hope or faith and can bring Len out of his terror-filled slumps.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

He brushed the wooden dresser with his fingers, noting the smoothness against his fingertips. Pulling the drawer open, Len felt for a flashlight and wrapped his hand around the smooth metal. Pulling it out, he turned it on to glimpse Allie's pale, terrified face in the dark. Mic was grinning shakily but Len could feel his fear inside his own heart.

"Dude don't waste that," Mic rasped. "Who knows how long this stupid storm'll be?" Len nodded and clicked it off, carefully making his way back toward his friends. Around him came the noises of sniffling and whimpering. His classmates were afraid. Strangely, he was not. As the storm whirled around them, he never felt more in its eye as he sat with his back against the wall.

Roleplayers:

1. MichaelatheUchiha- Latios and Latias
2. 649- Raikou
3. Zamorak-Articuno
4. Sandeon- Entei
5. Ichiro-Zapdos
6. Darkrai- Garet
7. Nakuzami-Celebi
8. ComiTurtle
9.
10.

Reserves

Eeveemaster9- Lugia

Wind-Jirachi

Nokyo-chan- Moltres

Sgt Shock- Ho-oh

PM or VM me with any questions. When at least eight out of ten spots are filled, we will start.

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

May I reserve Latios and Latias? I'll have my SU up tomorrow.

 

[Fuyu]

Well that was fast. MichaelatheUchiha, Latios and Latias are reserved for you.

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

Well, I did accept the thing, thought it was interesting. Usually I would wait for someone else to post first, but I didn't want Latios and Latias escaping from me. D=<

I just wanted to ask, are we allowed to have competed in other leagues before hand? Though, since we don't know where we are...I guess it would be hard to do...

 

[Fuyu]

I know, I was really surprised. Well, you could have that character for later on when we get to the Pokemon World and make one for this stage in the roleplay. One could have Latios and one could have Latias. It would still fulfill quota and you could have the characters.

 

[Eeveemaster9]

May I reserve Lugia? I MAY partake in this..

 

[Fuyu]

Eeveemaster9 you are reserved for Lugia.

 

[MichaelaTheUchiha]

Robot Unicorn Attack: Click here for your wish to be granted!

So, I would need to make two characters, one with Latias and one with Latios? Or could I make one character have both? I'll post part of my SU now and you can tell me if I need to edit anything. By the way, does my title work? XD

Name: Miharu Marakot Mizushima

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Ethnicaty: Asian - Khmer(Cambodian)/Japanese

Appearance: Miharu has long black hair, black eyes, a yellowish skin tone, a height of 5'7", the weight of 128lbs, has fairly condensed muscles both upper and lower, wears a plain black t-shirt, black non-restricting long pants, and black sneakers.

History: She was born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada although her mother is Khmer and her father is Japanese. She lived a happy life for the first two years of her life, before moving to Sterling, Virginia in the United States with only her mother. Presently, her father has never spoken to her since they moved. She has been bullied throughout all of her experiences at school, although it is never physical. However, she really didn't care and had a small group of friends that grew as she went through elementary, middle, and high school. She has just recently graduated from high school and has a career of studying the pokemon world. She has a dream to explore the pokemon world. She already knew the same as the scientists did as her mother was a fairly successful researcher of the pokemon world and told Miharu about it, sharing all of her knowledge of the pokemon world and taking her to her workplace as they discovered more, until Miharu's mother died when Miharu was seventeen. However, Miharu, even after her mother's death, was still invited to help research the pokemon world by her mother's friend who had practically adopted her.

Personality: Miharu is very blunt and will tell the truth even if it hurts which means that she can alienate most people. She tells lies in special circumstances, although those circumstances do not happen very much. She has much disdain for authority figures, is very sarcastic with a sharp tongue, and can be very short tempered if the right buttons are pushed. She is paranoid due to her mother's paranoia and cannot give out her trust very easily. She is also fairly manipulative and doesn't care for people's opinions about her, good or bad. However, because of the way she was brought up, Miharu is very polite to many people older than her, unless they don't deserve it, polite to all elders, and is very loyal once you have gained her respect. She hates it when people are hurting and tries her best to help them. Despite many of her personality faults, she is kind and will help anyone in need.

Color(s) of Soul: Black/Light Blue

Legendary(ies): Latios/Latias

Weapons: She prefers her Katana and her small handgun, but she can use practically anything as a weapon.

Notes: Is a black belt in several martial arts, including weapons training. Has an IQ over 200 and has a speaking disability (cannot say "you", "can't", "don't", or anything like it). Is fluent in French, Japanese, Korean, Khmer, and English. She carries around a katana, a small handgun, bullets, and small knives that are hidden, but she has lisences for all of them. Her Katana is a family heirloom, from her father's side, but all the rest of the weapons she carries with her is her mother's.

RP Sample: Miharu shuffled through the papers while sitting at her mother's, no it is her's now, desk. Although she had just recently graduated from high school, the researchers for the pokemon world had already hired her since, even when she was younger, she had helped with catching the things that they missed when they were researching in the beginning. She looked through the papers that some of the explorers of the pokemon world had to say.

"In the Kanto region...there are 150 pokemon, however there is something called "Mew" in which is the 151...", "In the Johto region, which borders the Kanto region...there are over 200 kinds...", "In the Hoenn region...there are over 300 kinds...", "In the Sinnoh region...there are over 400 kinds..."

Miharu rubbed her temples. Including the legendaries that they had heard various myths and legends from the townspeople and the ruins that the people of the pokemon world let them look through, they had deduced that there were 493 kinds of pokemon. Researching was hard work, but she did enjoy it. Her mother's friend, her "aunt", walked up to her.

"You about ready to leave?" she asked.

Miharu nodded and stood up. "Yes. Thanks."

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Pokemon: Ralts

Pokemon Nickname: Bishamon

Gender: Male

Personality: Is very noble and tries to protect everything that he feels needs to be protected. He is loyal to those who has earned his respect, like his trainer, but he is always polite even to those that he hates.


Legendary: Latios

Nickname: N/A

Gender: Male

Personality: Is the immature one of the two, bit arrogant by thinking himself invincible although he is fairly strong, curious, and doesn't think before he talks or does actions. Because of this, he gets into a lot of trouble that Latias and Miharu have to get him out of.

Legendary: Latias

Nickname: N/A

Gender: Female

Personality: Is the mature one of the two, is modest about her abilities although she is the stronger of the two, thinks before doing anything, responsible, and fairly sadistic.

 

[649]

I'd like to reserve Raikou please. This seems like an interesting yet high-expectation roleplay. I hope I can keep up, being a newbie Role Player.

 

[Fuyu]

You can make one character have both and your title is awesome. I wish that was an advertisement or an anime. You will need Ralts though for right now at least. Soon he will evolve into Gallade I can assure you. Other than that and the knowledge that you can make the katana sensible to the character, I say it is working out fine so far.

Edit: 649 you are reserved for Raikou. I haven't really roleplayed in a while so expect me to be a little slow too. Let's both do our best.

 

[Swolligator]

Can I please reserve Zapdos? This Roleplay seems interesting.
Ichiro is the name, btw.

 

[Fuyu]

雷影 イチロ Zapdos is reserved for you. Now I wish my computer could type out your name but I could not. That sucks.

Edit: Right Ichiro. I wish I could type out your name the way it is on your user. It's cool.

 

[Swolligator]

*cough*wishgranted*cough*

Why thank you.
EDIT: Finished

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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: Thunder
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: None
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.

 

[sandeon]

Aye. I would like to reserve Entei please?

 

[Fuyu]

Entei reserved for you Sandeon. I really am tempted to increase the amount of open spots, considering how quickly people are looking this over.

 

[ComiTurtle]

"Wish Granted" by the cake that does not exist.

May I reserve Manaphy please.


Still working on but this is what I have so far.

Spoiler:

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 the Para.
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: (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 of Soul: (This is important to later, so base it on personality)
Legendary: Manaphy
Weapons: A pair of tonfa for non-lethal combat and a Para (a gauntlet with a sword at the end of it.) 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: (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.)

 

[Zamorak]

Wish granted!

I'd like to join, even being in like, 5 RPs and holding 2 RPs myself I still have time leftover.
Edit: Stupid me, completely forgot the little thing, well here it is then.

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Name: Odessa Stocks

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Odessa is a lightly tanned Caucasian women who stands a little under six feet and weighs around 145lbs. She has black hair that falls a few inches below her shoulders that has bright blue highlights in it. Her eyes are green, and she has a large scar reaching from her neck to her lower right back. She also prefers wearing short-sleeved shirts with jeans and running shoes. She also wears earrings, they are small pink diamond earrings that hang off a small gold loops.

History: Odessa was a late child, her having a brother twelve years older then her and a sister seven years older was proof of that. When she was young her father taught her a healthy respect for firearms, as being a cop he owned one and wanted to make sure she knew how dangerous it was. When she was seven she was involved in a car crash, and she had to have major surgery which left a huge scar from her neck to her lower left back. Although no one was hurt in the crash Odessa still developed a phobia of cars and now refuses to ride in cars, although buses, vans, planes, trains, motorcycles, etc. she is fine with. Also as she went through school it became apparent that she was very smart, but was very lazy so she didn't get the best grades. When she turned sixteen her brother died in a failed robbery attempt and, although Odessa did not know him well, this led to her questioning human kindness and decency. She is still questioning these things as a proud seventeen year old girl, when she receive a letter and an egg from the Pokemon world.

Personality: Odessa is very smart, but this mostly gets covered up by the fact that she loves procrastinating to doing what she should be doing. She is also very cautious of people since her brothers death, feeling that if someone could hurt another like that then what are others capable of. Odessa is also someone who knows that she is still experiencing the world and as such, while she holds her own views and ideas about the world close, is willing to change them based on facts and others arguments. She also tries to be kind to others, but is too easily aggravated for her own good and as such sometimes ends up snapping at others when she doesn't mean it.

Color(s) of Soul: Green

Legendary: Articuno

Weapons: Beretta 9mm handgun[20 rounds to clip, full-auto capability][It was her fathers, before he got a new one]

Pokemon: Sandshrew
Pokemon Nickname: Quartz
Gender: Female
Personality: Has trouble paying attention but makes up for it with its playfulness.

Legendary: Articuno[My second favorite legend, behind Mew]
Nickname: Frost
Gender: Female
Personality: Completely attached to Odessa, and is very responsive to her commands.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Odessa was on her laptop, instead of doing her homework like she was supposed to be doing when the battery died. She stared at the blank screen for a second before realizing that the battery had died because the power was out. She sighed and took out her backpack to do the homework she probably should have done when she had gotten home from school a few hours ago when the sun had made her room fully lit, even through the curtains.

Less then five minutes late she was done with her math and English homework. "Its so easy I don't know why I don't actually do it more" she thought to herself as she shoved her math book back into her backpack for tomorrow.

Alright then, hope you like it!!!

 

[649]

I completely forgot, sorry. Wish Granted.

Here's my SU! Please tell me if there's anything you'd like added, I'll be happy to add it. Also, is it PG13 or PG15?

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.

Legendary: Raikou

umm, what? I hope this is a mistake.

 

[sandeon]

Name: Waylon Valin
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Appearance: He is about five foot eight with sandy blonde hair with red tipped bangs. For clothing he has a red long sleeve shirt, but is only seen when he takes off his medium brown trench coat that goes down to his knees. The trim on his coat is red, which includes the bottom four inches of the coat and two inches on the end of the sleeves. The trench coat has two 'home base' shaped pockets at the waist, closed with two buttons, and at the top it has a thick collar. He wears light brown cargo pants, with six pockets, the normal ones on the front and back, but also one on the outside of each leg, closed with Velcro. His shoes are mostly black with some white detail and white shoelaces. He will also wear a red beanie and a pair of black finger less gloves. Although hidden, so many people don't know about it, around his neck is a diamond studded cross.

History: He grew up in a big city with a mom and a dad, going to a normal school. While somehow avoiding the violence and killing of the streets. His life was very uneventful; he was doing well at school, although he didn't have many friends, playing video games, that sort of stuff. At least until his life was flipped on him at the age of 10. It was all over the news, front page of the papers, everywhere you went people where talking about it. His parents had been shot. When they were walking home from a nearby coffee shop a man wearing a leather jacket and black jeans approached them and said, "Gimme all you got or there'll be hell to pay." His mom started to run, when a loud bang stopped her in her tracks. His dad lost all sense and went berserk. He punched the man square in the face. The man quickly retaliated by firing a shot, hitting his dad in the chest. But the cops arrived and he ran off. His mom was already dead and his dad died on the way to the hospital. His last words where, "The key is in the left pocket of the brown coat." The police told Waylon of his dad's last words and he disappeared into his dad's, tears building in his eyes. When they went to check on him they found him asleep on the bed, wearing the red trimmed brown coat. They failed to notice the opened chest on the dresser next to the bathroom door. The next day they took him to an orphanage, but he ran away that night a started to live on the streets. Just him, the money he found in his house, and the hidden claws.

Personality: He tends to be really quiet and straight to the point. On the outside he appears to be a bland mute with no emotion, but talk to him, try to get to know him, his true personality will come out. He is really quite an optimistic person, reminding himself the next day will bring a new chance at happiness and new hope for the future. He enjoys a happy positive environment, where he can forget his past and live now. If you can dig through the soils of his past, he becomes outgoing, happy, and can sometimes crack a good joke or two. He doesn't like to see others sad or depressed and will do anything to help them, no matter how much the sacrifice.

Color of Soul: Burnt Orange

Legendary: Entei

Weapons: On his right hand he has hidden cat claws. Which consist of basically a glove with three hidden blades on the back of the hand that runs on two tracks so it extends to twice the length of the back of his hand

Pokemon: Eevee

Pokemon Nickname: N/A

Gender: Female

Personality: She is very much a show off and tries to defeat her opponents in the most complicated, but effective, ways possible. Now don't get her wrong, she is nice and always thinks about others and Pokemon/people she cares about.

Legendary: Entei
Nickname: Blaze
Gender: Male
Personality: He is very playful, which can get dangerous for the size of Pokémon he is. He hates it when Waylon gets quiet and depressing, like Waylon, he cares deeply for other peoples feelings. He will also bravely jump into battle to save any one of his companions.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Waylon woke up and readjusted to a sitting position on the couch. "I see you're up kid." A man in his thirties said as he walked into the room where Waylon was sitting on the couch. "Yes sir. And I will be out of your way as soon as I pack up my blanket." Waylon replied. The man sighed, "Nonsense. Stay. I've made breakfast." Waylon sniffed the air, trying to be discreet about it. The air smelled of bacon, Waylon's mouth watered. He snapped out of it, "Are you sure sir?" He asked. "Yes of course." The man said waling into the kitchen and waving Waylon in, "And please, call me David." Waylon nodded his head, "Ok, David." Waylon walked into the kitchen behind David. "Grab a plate and fill up." Waylon grabbed a plate and got some toast, two slices of bacon, and filled the rest of the space with scrambled eggs. Guilt filled him as he looked down at the food.

David rolled his eyes, "Sit down kid, I offered this food to you. Plus I bought so much I couldn't eat it alone." David assured as he shrugged. Waylon sat at the brown table, David sitting just across from him. "Well lets eat." They dug into the food. Waylon tried to maintain his manners, but he only ate a half of a sub sandwich someone gave him the other day, and the day before that he had a burger using some money he got from helping someone bring groceries to their apartment.

When they finished Waylon thanked David, "Aw no problem. Come back if you need a place to sleep again." Waylon nodded, "Thanks. I will." He said before walking out to the city streets.

 

[Fuyu]

ComiTurtle you are reserved.

649 and Zamorak are accepted, as long as you add that little title in your subject box. Zamorak I hope you don't overwhelm yourself. 649 it's PG-15. I just need to edit again. I fell asleep before I could.

sandeon you are pending as you're missing something in your subject box and your RP sample needs to be of your character for this RP. Change that and I'll place you on the list.