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Hyperbolic apologies and TwitchPlaysPokémon references aside, my SU is below. Open the spoiler if you dare. And if you don't dare then you really need to work on your courage issues, I mean seriously, it's text. Come on. Get it together, man. Is it really that frightening to click a button and look at a sign-up sheet? This is just ridiculous, I don't know why anyone- I'll stop now, okay...
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Name: Pendro Malis
Gender: Technically genderless, though most refer to him as being male.
Species: Metang
Age: 19
Title: 'Reaching Mind'
Type Mastery: Steel
Nationality: Hesperian
Appearance:
(YAY I TOOK A SPRITE AND EDITED IT CRUDELY IN PHOTOSHOP)
Pendro looks more-or-less like the standard shiny Metang. Although it's something of a family tradition to insist that the colouration is a shade darker than normal (it isn't), that's more of a joke now than anything else. Since joining the Gold Tribe, his parents gifted him with a pair of black, gold-inscribed bracers. He also carries a scroll case on his lower back.
Personality:
Pendro 'Reaching Mind' Malis is a shy, nervous individual. He is easily flustered and perturbed by the simplest things, awkwardness tending to dominate his mind in most social interactions. Pendro is quick to blame himself if things go wrong, and quick to be overly modest if things go right. In many ways, he could be considered a coward – he's all for escaping awkward situations, going to social events 'another time', (everyone knows that means 'never' if he can help it) generally avoiding proximity with others, eye-contact and most conversations. Pendro Malis' self-consciousness knows almost no bounds, and unfortunately for him, that fact tends to be glaringly obvious.
Pendro's aforementioned cowardice is strange in that it doesn't extend as far as combat. The fear certainly does, make no mistake about that, but the Metang's Hysperian raising was enough to inspire bravery to combat even Pendro's unusual amount of spinelessness. In a fight, Pendro will visibly appear to panic and will probably let off a multitude of screams, but he won't flee. Although not the best fighter, his analytic mind, fair strength and steel body prove surprisingly effective when enemies underestimate him for his seemingly frantic and unprofessional fighting style.
Intelligence is probably one of Pendro's strongest points. He's an intellectual, even for a Metang – and when you're at the intellectual end of a species with brains that are effectively supercomputers, that stands for a fair bit. Skyhaven's libraries and universities, and later ECUL, were near-perfect environments for him. In terms of morality, Pendro Malis has all good intentions at heart. He could be considered a bit naïve by some, although that is mostly down to opinion. He follows the general belief of Hysperian virtues, though is quite a bit more lenient on the punishment and potential redemption side of things.
Long-story-short, if you ever feel like having a decent conversation with Pendro then pick a subject he's interested in. If not, then… just don't hold your breath.
History:
Pendro comes from a line of Beldums/Metangs/Metagrosses with similar colouration to himself – the bracers he wears are a family heirloom, too. His family is a fairly prosperous one, with strong ties to the libraries and universities of Skyhaven, their home. They were not particularly rich, as such, but certainly not poor. A fairly upper-middle class household, the Malises were fairly reserved in their lives at home. They served the Gold tribe and Skyhaven as scholars and tacticians, and combatants when needed – there were several general philanthropic gestures that could perhaps garner a little attention, though in general the family kept to themselves.
Pendro's mother and father (Krisa and Alamas Malis – they're both Metagrosses, by the way) both served as members as the Gold Tribe in their time, too – recently, however, due to age and wounds attained in the rebellion nine years ago, they have both retired to a quieter life. For most of his early life, though, Pendro had his parents to look up to as heroes. Paragons of justice, just as Hesperians should be. They were good parents, too, when they were there – and they truly did try to be, but sometimes they just… couldn't. So when they were out, Pendro would… read. Skyhaven had loads of libraries with hundreds upon thousands of books – why not read them? Reading and other mental exploits became a fierce hobby for him; when other kids would be out playing tag or eating things they really shouldn't be, Pendro would be studying up on Psychic techniques or particle physics or advanced trigonometry.
His early education was all well and good, you know – learn this, yay, you did it, great – but Pendro was far more advanced for his age than any of the other children. He had a brain that could match a supercomputer and entire libraries to fill it with information; if that isn't a recipe for mental success, I don't know what is. Pendro went on to university education at a very young age, just after his parents fully retired and his evolution into a Metang. His higher level of education, higher level of maturity, evolved form and his parents' return brought one aspect of his mental exploits he hadn't really focused on to the front of his mind.
Battling.
True, it wasn't really his idea as such – more the reminder of war, thoughts of soon joining the Gold Tribe like his parents and also the increased aggressiveness of other kids was enough to push 'Oh, Arceus, I need to learn how to defend myself' to the forefront of his interests. ECUL, he also remembered, wasn't just about how well you could perform on a written exam. And so, he asked that his parents help teach him how to battle, if in a very cautious way. They accepted, of course, and his skills were quick to develop. In battle, when offensive, Pendro would have time to think and would often come out with a Psychic move of some kind, maybe an elemental punch. On defense, he reacted differently, almost exclusively with a Steel type move. Occasionally one that his species weren't even supposed to be able to learn. Alamas was quick to suss out the reality of Pendro's Steel-type affinity, and Krisa was great at getting the moves out of him in an encouraging way, but Pendro still wasn't really a fighter as such. Training against his parents was relatively a walk in the park – he only really gained anything you could call a fighter's spirit once he started attending ECUL.
The Metang didn't have such a great start there. He wizzed through the academics no problem – he could even challenge the teachers on some things, if he felt comfortable enough to do so – but it was battle where he just… couldn't. A lot of the students there were pretty much warriors already… Pendro didn't have the best times there. The battling teacher wasn't particularly supportive, either, about as hard and blunt as the lessons in fighting-type moves. That is… until the second year. He'd endured a year of arse – his fear was holding him back and generally crushing him. In the second year, though, there was a new teacher. A Lucario who, in fact, gave no name to refer to him by other than 'teacher'. Although the first lesson it didn't seem like it was getting any better, there came a revolution at its end. Pendro was told to stay behind. The Lucario sat down and… talked with him. And that was that from then on. Teacher wasn't any less harsh than the previous teacher – no if anything, he was more harsh – but he was thorough, he was clear and he explained everything. He wouldn't have any slacking, but he understood problems, and he did his best to fix them. After a while… Pendro got used to it. He still had the hard training, but he knew why it needed to be the way it was. What he was doing and what for. And he may still have not been truly over his fears, but he'd be damned if he couldn't fight for his life now.
Pendro graduated from ECUL, and despite all of his other astounding grades, that 'pass' in battling was the one he was most proud of. And not just him; his parents were most proud of that, too. Upon graduation, his parents gifted the Metang his gold-inscribed bracers, a treasured family heirloom that is said to have been passed down in their line for hundreds of years…
Now, Pendro is a new-ish recruit for the Gold Tribe. He focuses more on the mental aspect of the job, and has fought an enemy… once. Yippee.
Hender returned the nod the Arcanine gave him, nodding several more times at the others arriving. Tel, for the most part, continued to stare intently at his hands. It relieved him that they were being referred to as 'friends' – Arceus knows how he would have felt with a less welcome greeting. The broad smile was admittedly a little disconcerting, but that was his fault, he knew, not Tsulong's. It was simply his nerves getting to him, and his logical side told him that the smile was genuine.
"I trust you will aid us in our quest..." Tsulong said, "we certainly lack a hero of the steel-type mastery."
"Oh! I'm a hero of the steel-type mastery." Tel said excitedly, brightening up for a moment. Hender swiftly prodded Tel in the side with his quarterstaff.
"He knows," He whispered, "That's why he said it."
"Ah," Tel whispered back a little disappointedly, looking down, "that makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it…"
The Gardevoir cleared his throat, then spoke up, "We will assist you in any way we can."
Shortly after Faolan's arrival, the two recognised Vash the Bullet, caretaker of the Pinnacle, descending towards them. The Crobat seemed a little cautious with them, but considering the importance of the Sky Plate, it seemed reasonable enough to be. Tsulong introduced them, but Hender thought it best to be a little more formal and polite, giving a short bow, after which Telmund quickly followed up with his own.
"Hender the Seven Eyes, at your disposal. This is my student…" Hender motioned to Tel, giving him an encouraging smile.
"Uh- Telmund the Learned. Or, uh, just Tel… erm… also at your disposal…?"
The heroes seemed to be quite intent on scaling the mountain leading to the Pinnacle, which thankfully meant that there wasn't as much time as there could otherwise have been to focus on Telmund's pitiful social skills. It may seem at first that Tel would be well-fitted to the climb: lucky in that he could float using magnetism. Such… wasn't exactly the case. He also had Hender.
"Don't you think… this is a little tiring… Hender?" Tel panted at his mentor. The Gardevoir in question was perched comfortably, cross-legged, directly on top of Telmund's head. He had formed a small psychic umbrella above himself at the end of his quarterstaff, currently enjoying the surrounding scenery of the climb. The Seven Eyes had reasoned that he was far too old and fragile to make the rocky climb himself, and he'd be damned if he missed out an opportunity to visit the Pinnacle after all these decades. He glanced down at his student with an amused smile, smugness almost radiating from him.
"Oh, don't worry about me, Tel – I'm not tired at all. Carry on."
The Metang let out a metallic groan, grumbling incoherently to himself.
"Just- move your legs, I can't see."
Hender chuckled, "Oh, no, I'm sure you can't."
Telmund sighed, resigned to his fate. There was occasional conversation, but mostly silence on the journey up the mountain. The Pinnacle was truly a masterpiece of architecture, both inside and out. Delicate sculptures, levitating candles and glistening marble made Tel's eyes widen in amazement. And then… there was the open door.
Vash stopped, "That's… peculiar."
Telmund winced, "How reassuring."
The open door seemed to be a dilemma – both Telmund and Hender found it very disconcerting. If the Pinnacle had indeed been breached, then that proved to be a very serious problem, considering the security of the place and the importance of the treasure it held. Tsulong confirmed the suspicions, seemingly quite confident that someone was down there, and yet, Faolan seemed a tad dismissive.
"That is none of our concern. We're here for the plate. Let Vash deal with this."
"Gentelmen," said the voice of a Gengar, appearing out of nowhere. Tel cried out in surprise, psychically flinging a candle. The object sailed quite slowly through the air, landing rather pitifully with a splat a few feet in front of the ghost. Seeing no hostile reactions, Tel returned to staring at his claws.
"Erm, I thought you could, uh… make use of the, uh… candle…"
Hender shushed his student, listening intently to the plans of the others. He said nothing, but brought Telmund along to follow Tsulong – he was, after all, the one they had been told to meet. What awaited them through the door to the right, neither knew.
Other: Pendro, being a Metang, has the ability Clear Body. He likes Sitrus berries and is afraid of ghosts. (That's not Ghost types, mind you.) Also, never infer that he's upper-class. (From an IC standpoint, not OOC.)
I'm afraid I can't reserve you a spot, as there are no spots to reserve. However, I did notice your reference to Illidan! Make a SU if you like, I might accept you. Go ahead and read the backstory and such, but know that you are not prepared for what you'll find. :D
I'm afraid I can't reserve you a spot, as there are no spots to reserve. However, I did notice your reference to Illidan! Make a SU if you like, I might accept you. Go ahead and read the backstory and such, but know that you are not prepared for what you'll find. :D
Hehehe, yep. Unless Tavhir and his sister get there first. I considered rigging something in front of the elevator as well, but I realized that there's pretty much no hallway or anything between the elevators and the room. At least that's my understanding.
Name: Ibraihim Berodach Gender: Male Species: Garchomp Age: 36 Title: The Betrayed Type Mastery: Dragon Nationality: Stygian Appearance: Ibraihim resembles a rather normal Garchomp, despite being a little bit taller and muscular than most. Standing at 7'0" as opposed to the regular 6'03" that most Garchomp's reach, and weighing a devastating 255 pounds, Ibraihim is a stern Stygian warrior raised in Ascenfell, belonging too the Eshir tribe. He wears a golden cape at most times to signify his role in the Gold Tribe, however during battle he will remove the cape and don golden bracers, fitting tightly around his ankles.
Personality: A middle-aged, battle-weary Pokemon, Ibraihim's participation in the efforts of the Stygian rebellion has taken it's toll on the warrior Garchomp. He is very usually a quite, introverted person, not going out of his way to talk or make friends. In fact too most people, upon just meeting him or seeing him passing, would call this proud looking individual disheartened.
He can however be fun, as he demonstrates around close friends and what little family he has left. He isn't too kind, or caring, however his past demands this from him. Being brought up in a time of peace and thrust into a period of war and rebellion, he is very distrusting of others.
Ibrah is a very brave and strong Garchomp, and has often been referred too as a 'Brute' due too his abnormal size and strength.
History: Ibraihim was born into a rather wealthy family, though that didn't stop his parents from forcing him into training at the tender age of 6. He grew, brave and courageous, into one of the Eshir's most feared warriors.
During the Stygian Rebellion, Ibraihim, his father and younger brother were in the front lines of the march to defend the peace. His father and brother slain in battle, Ibraihim went mad, slaying countless Vanir and Tocan warriors. Upon returning home from the battle, he found his mother and Aunt slain in their bed chambers. Investigating the issue, he found that they were murdered by none other than his own Officer General. Betrayed, Ibraihim fled for three years, disassociating himself with anything remotely linked to battle.
Enrolling himself in the Exathian College of Union and Liberty, Ibraihim strayed from the fields of battle for a while, deciding instead too focus more on his education. Upon his graduation, he immediately pursued a way into the Gold Tribe of Alamanga. He was accepted into the Gold Tribe only a year ago, and has ever since been finding ways to climb the ranks.
Moves: Dragon Rush, Dragon Rage, Dragon Claw, Draco Meteor Other: If I need to expand on anything, just let me know. It can be done! RP Sample:
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Ibraihim laughed as his foe thrust a small, sharp sword in his direction. A simple swipe with his hand sent the blade clattering too the ground, and his enemy was left speechless.
"I do not wish too fight you. Leave your blade and return too where you came from." He stepped on the steel, shattering it into a thousand little pieces. The Poliwrath facing him immediately turned and fled. The golden cape on Ibraihim's back showed that he wasn't expecting too fight today, and a feat such as shattering a sword would have been enough to put a smile on most people's faces, but not his. He did not like too fight. It was only something he did too protect, too defend.
"Impressive, Garchomp," he turned around, staring into the moon, the apparent direction of the voice, "but let's see how you match up too this." A shuriken hit the wall behind him, embedding itself into the concrete. Before he could react a broad foot struck him in the chest, sending him staggering back a few paces. Another kick, and another, and by the time he realised what was going on the golden cape had been kicked off of his back and he was bleeding from his left eye. Another kick, fast and strong, was hurtling towards him; in one swift movement he grabbed the leg of his assailant and slammed him against the wall his shuriken had just pierced. Before his would-be-killer was able to react he slammed him down, hard, on the floor, and back against the wall once more. Releasing his grip, he jumped back a step, allowing the dust that had risen to settle.
A shadowy figure shakily rose too his knees, and Ibraihim thought he heard a rather strange noise, almost synonymous too laughter.
I can't decide for myself, so I'll leave this matter up to you guys: could Frank possibly hear Thrasher's 'stray thoughts'? I don't mind having Frank reply, but it seems a bit too farfetch'd. What do you think?
Frank was briefly mentioned in Zack's chapter; it's implied he's a friend of Zack's who is helping him out. Apart from that, there is no other info on Frank IC. He's not a member of the Gold Tribe, only a surviving engineer of Zack's flagship, the Storm's Fury. In any case, he's an ally of the Gold Tribe who's probably been acquainted with some of them
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