[PKMN FULL] Crimson Dawn: A Tale of Conquest [OOC]

[Ray Maverick]

@Naku Zeru and Lilith are accepted! Welcome to the fold and have fun.

We're in Amoon village right now (this post should help you synchronize fully) and the Gold Tribe is resting for a week, after Stoneyard's mission. There are plenty of opportunities to jump in at this period and many ways to make your introductory post. Have fun

 

[Xilfer]

So I'll be taking a leave of absence from PC for a while. Not sure how long it will last. I might still hang around Skype sometimes, but I won't be in the chat.

 

[Ray Maverick]

Alright then, thanks for notifying us. We'll be waiting for your return; it's best that your character stays in the sidelines for the time being.

 

[Greiger]

Alright guys, we'll be starting the drill proper now. For those who don't want to read, we're doing a drill as a sort of punishment for last night's food fight. Even if you didn't participate in the food fight you still have to bear the punishment with everyone else. Anyone caught trying to get out of it or avoiding it will be punished, so keep that in mind. Now, for the drill everyone will be split into two teams. One team is the invader team and will try to get into the village by any way. The other team is the defender team and will do their best to keep out the invaders. This is a great chance to rp against each other and have a fun mock battle.

Now, the teams that have been suggested are as follows:

Team A: Tavhir, Alphus, Dean, (Faery?), and Zeru
Team B: Gerrick, Punisher, Noah, Petrina, and Lilith

It's up to you all to decide which of the teams will be invaders or defenders. Also remember there are tons of GT NPCs around, so you can make up some guys as makeshift shields if need be. Do your best, and if you have any questions or concerns such as changing who is on which team then go ahead and either say something in the chat or say something here in the OOC.

And for this, just have plain old fun! :3

 

[Ray Maverick]

Hey, guys; Roach, Greiger, TrueEpicness, Plumbum and SV, all the remaining members of this RP. Thank you all for staying true by the franchise for so long, despite after it taking so huge a hiatus - it's truly admirable, noble even. And I assure you, the desire some of you expressed for this to continue hasn't been met with a brick wall. If anything, it's kept me thinking that I should set aside my personal projects to resume this RP for the sake of everyone's fun. At the moment, I'm working on a relatively big post (or at least that is how I imagine it will turn out) that will either seal the RP away for another lengthy hiatus, or revive and keep it going at its normal pace. The fate of it falls to you, ultimately. Regardless, it's been a great pleasure RPing with you all, and also tending to the RP. I missed it some fierce.

 

[Kikpanther]

Name: Aria Windseer
Gender: Female
Species: Espeon
Age: 22

Type Mastery: Psychic
Nationality: Stygian, Shukahen Tribe

Appearance: You might think Aria looks like just any Espeon out there, but you'd be sadly mistaken. Aria's is too shiny, too sleek, and too fine to be mistaken for an ordinary Espeon. And those eyes! Too stunning, too alluring, too much of everything! And for the grandest events her clothing and decorations are like a dream! Aria believes herself to be so unique that she colors the jewel on her head a dazzling gold. Next to her, an ordinary Espeon looks like Trubbish. Along with that Aria has an incredibly important feature on her person. The crest of the Windseers which hangs from a collar around her neck. She also has a golden anklet around her front left leg.

Personality: You wouldn't be wrong by saying Aria was conceited. She does like to look at herself in the mirror and she does know she's beautiful. And it isn't as though she hasn't been told she was beautiful before-- by men and women she'll have you know. Aria is so confident in her looks that she'll use them to her advantage whenever she has the chance. It's perfect for manipulation and Aria is all too happy to manipulate.

Persuading someone to her side, getting information she needs, it's all perfect for her. Her love for playing people like a game has made her an excellent actress and she prides herself for being able to play any role. The innocent young woman, the damsel in distress, you name it, she knows it. But no matter what act she puts on, Aria is still a lady.

Aria prides herself on being the proper young lady she was meant to be. Still as much as she keeps herself together, Aria has a bit of a tempter and it's not hard for her to lose her prim and proper attitude. Insult her looks or get on her nerves and it could turn ugly. But don't get too worried about her public image right away though! Aria can catch herself quickly enough and go back to her much more flattering attitude. Keep in mind that setting herself straight makes her any less vengeful. Get on the wrong side of Aria and she'll make sure you're taken care of.

History: Aria was born the daughter of Hally Windseer in the Shukahen palace. As an Eeevee, Aria could remember distinctly her childhood being---as she'd describe it--perfect. Eating with silver spoons and being waited on by all sorts of servants...! Ah! Her birth couldn't have been anymore perfect! Any toy at her request, all the play times she could even dream of, and her times alone uninterrupted. Even her schooling was a dream. Schooling she loved only because... Ugh.

Before we get into that there was one thing in her childhood she could have done without. Lord Hally (a title he had the gall to keep) was a man she could have done without. Her father was a disgrace to the family, through and through. A fat Persian with dull fur, slovenly attire, and a lackluster jewel to top it all off. Aria did whatever she could not to be associated with the black sheep and there was no greater joy when he left for conferences. When her father was away, Aria was happily alone or learned from her uncle, Teneth. Those moments were the happiest and from her uncle, Aria felt, she learned things more useful than her father could teach her.

Under Lord Teneth's teachings she would learn to communicate, to empathize, and most importantly to fight. Nothing useless like the politics and contracts she'd have to listen to her father and his tutors drone on about. Not that her uncle didn't teach her about those things too, but his way had always been better. Learning from Teneth became something Aria would wait for eagerly throughout her day. It came even to the point that she would reject other tutors whenever they came around. Teneth was simply a more fit teacher, a more fit mentor, and a more fit father. He could produce the riches and luxury she longed for, unlike her father who was worthless when even compared to pickpockets and vagabonds. Through Teneth Aria would receive all she desired. It was through him that her pride and her shame was born. A niece was nothing to a daughter. Especially the niece born from a sham. It was since her evolution that Aria firmly decided to part from her father and cover his ugly red headpiece with gold and make it her own beautiful jewel.

After becoming an Espeon, Aria's education would naturally become more focused. She would not just learn how to attack, but also to kill with precision and cunning. Her Psychic ability would be honed to its fullest potential and then still moreso! Aria was confident that with Teneth she would become a true force to reckon with. As an assassin or an enforcer Aria would be outstanding. That idea was shattered at the advent of Hally's rebellion.

Separated from her uncle after Hally's ugly betrayal, Aria was in a way grief stricken. To see Hally, an already uncouth 'mon, steal an undeserved throne had been painful. For months, though, Aria kept her true feelings inside. She agreed with Hally testaments out loud, but hated him more in silence. The months that went by without a break from Hally made her bitter about him. The part of the loyal daughter would be better for her in the end, she thought. As much as she may have wanted to flee it would have been better to stay for that time. In her heart Aria had confidence that Teneth would prevail over Hally and give that wretched feline what he deserved, but as the months passed her confidence grew weak.

It was after Teneth met Hally and Aria to inform them that he would give up his claim. The idea that Teneth could lose to the 'mon she refused to call her father almost brought her to tears. It took the will of a thousand 'mon to stop herself from crying then. Teneth had been humble, an admirable trait for a noble like himself, but the revelation still hurt. In fact the revelation angered her. She had almost said she didn't want to speak to him alone when he made the request. But it was good fortune that she did.

Straight from her uncle's mouth Aria was given a mission: Eliminate Hally. In time Aria had developed a plan and had the bomb to do the job. It wasn't quite easy to put it into action. She was more than eager to kill Hally, but it was her mother she was worried about. It was on more than one occasion that she tried to hint to her mother to stay away from Hally, but the Vaporeon did not quite catch the idea. Once the day to enact her plan had come she had almost lost hope for her mother. The day of negotiations had come. Where Teneth, Hally, The Emperor Dareon, and the Trade Prince Achilles would decide what to do with Teneth's claim and Hally would die before any of it could come to fruition.

Aria hid the bomb under Hally's seat. One that would go off as soon as Hally lifted from his seat. There was praying that the Persian wouldn't stand, but Aria was confident that after years of living with him that Hally was to heavy to stand. It was after hours of negotiations (none of which Aria was interested in) that the meeting came to a close. All but Hally and Tiarra (Aria's mother) had made their way to leave. It was in those moments that Aria used the time to convince her mother to leave with her then. To eat, to spar, to use the restroom, anything! It seemed like nothing Aria could think up to get her mother to leave with her would work and after she was shooed away she had to come to terms with her mothers eventual death.

Aria never saw the explosion that claimed her parents lives, but the tears she wept then and for the weeks after had been reported for Hally, but in truth had only been for her mother. In the time after the explosion, Aria was happy to once again be reunited with her uncle, this time with the assurance that she wouldn't be separated again. It was here that she resumed her training for the next ten years.


Moves: Morning Sun, Attract, Dazzling Gleam, Substitute

Other: Aria has the synchronize ability.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Annabelle Serta: Mission​

The festival in Gold City was now in full swing. For the vast majority of the citizens, it was a time of celebration and jubilation. For others, it was about honoring those who had fallen in battle. For some, it was a mix of both. For Hanso Sharp-Eye, founder of the Sharp-Eye Corporation (SEC), and former Gold Tribe member, it was about making sure everything didn't go completely off the wire. That, and finding out a bit more about the mission Guardia had planning the following day.

With many Pokemon, it was tough to tell how much they've aged. With Pokemon who had fur, it was a much more easier distinction. When one looked at Hanso, they'd see relatively the same Gallade he was thirty years prior. Sure, his voice was a bit more raspier. He bent over a walking stick which he occasionally carries with him. His movements were a tad slower than they used to be. But he still was the same blunt, plain-speaking Pokemon he always was. Plus a mountain of gold in his pockets and a small army of employees working for him.

Right now, Hanso was in a meeting with one of those employees in a house owned by SEC a few blocks away from the Citadel. Her name was Annabelle Serta, a brilliant and high-ranking scientist within SEC. She had already concocted a few impressive ideas during her tenure. He also heard she was a decent speaker too. "Right," Hanso began, taking a peak outside through the windows to make sure no one was around to hear them, though he doubted anyone would from the sounds of the partying. "So Guardia's got some kinda excursion planned tomorrow. I'm thinking its a good idea to have someone from SEC tag along with her."

"I'll get a list of candidates right away sir," Annabelle replied, a series of names already appearing in her mind and organizing themselves according to rank, ability, integrity, tenure, and achievements (as well as a few other things). There were already names coming to mind, such as, "Brutus," she said aloud to her superior, "I've never met so exceptional of a supervisor." Brutus, a Garchomp with exceptionally keen eyes, had an ongoing study of both ancient Pokemon and the possibilities of future evolutions beginning with an extensive list of discovered fossils and another one filled with known mutations. "Panne is also of good merit and high standing." She had a study on plants and potions. Firstly to discover better, cheaper medical solutions for Poke-kind, and secondly to combine the DNA of known plants to make highly advanced crops. "Even Hudson would be perfect for the job." That Raticate always had a new invention up his sleeve. Soon enough he would break a record, Anna was sure. "There are even still more excellent choices, sir. I will make the list as narrow as possible." Anna could already see the faces of SEC members she'd greeted as she made her way through the festivities. If it weren't for professional obligation, Anna would have stayed away to delve into her studies once more. She was having fun, though her mind often went back to her work. Festivals had just never been one of her interests.

"Alright, alright, settle down," Hanso replied, holding up a hand. "No need for the list. I was wondering if you'd go. Brutus, Panne, and Hudson are all good, but they're not suited for this type of thing, I think," He stated as he rubbed his chin.

"Me!?" Annabelle's shock was evident in her voice, but she caught herself and lowered her momentary excitement to a professional level. "I don't mean to undermine you, sir, but..." Anna trailed off. Her wool would have been standing on end if it could do so. "What qualifications do I have?"

"On a mission like this, I'm thinking being safer than sorry is the best way to go," Hanso began to explain, bringing his multi-colored eyes to the Mareep. "I need someone that'll help both the group and SEC, and help with both brain and brawn. Your pokerus will be a big help. Also, with our connections in other countries, I'll need someone who can negotiate if need be." He gave the Mareep a slight nod of his head. "I think you're the perfect fit."

A sense of pride filled Anna's coat when Hanso mentioned her pokerus experiment. It was her accomplishment that had gotten her the mission, not necessarily her keeness (though there were plenty of SEC members with both). Still, her pride ebbed away into a prickling nervousness. Though she had experience with Gold Tribe members, hearing their names always reminded Anna of the trials of battling and fighting. Two things she wanted no part of. The possibility of that in her future made her... Reluctant.

"Yes, sir," Annabelle answered Hanso. "I'll bring forth my best in this mission." There was no way she could refuse after all. He was her superior and while saying no didn't necessarily mean she'd be fired it was an area of concerned. And maybe... Just maybe... If she forced herself to look on the bright side of things, it may open up another opportunity.

Hanso nodded again. "Good, thanks. I'll be counting on you, for more than just the mission...remember what we say."

Anna nodded once more, this time more resolute than before. "Absolutely, sir!"

 

[Ray Maverick]

@Kikpanther thanks for applying! Aria Windseer is accepted! She'll sure prove a refreshing change as a character outside the Gold Tribe.

 

[KajiVenator]

Well now. I decide to stroll into the RP forum here and immediately find one which piques my interest. Without reading too far into the RP yet, I'm already imagining my own characters... >_<

I'm going to read all the ~200 posts in the RP before I post an application or two (neither will be a Scyther).

 

[Ray Maverick]

Hi, KajiVenator, thanks for reading the RP! You have a vivid imagination (as shown in your PM) and maybe you'd make for a good addition to the RP. I'm waiting for your applications.

 

[KajiVenator]

Ask for applications and ye shall receive them. Meet Isak Mategu and Beryl Ibha (there is a lot of text here so I apologize if you are stuck reading for a long period of time. I tried to make them interesting. I will revise them as needed, but I really, really recommend reading the RP Sample before passing judgement):

Isak's Application

Spoiler:

Name: Isak Mategu

Gender: Male

Species: Buneary

Age: 21

Title: "the Deft"

Type Mastery: Fighting

Nationality: Wild, Otori Tribe

Appearance: As far as Wild Buneary go, Isak is only slightly out of the ordinary. In fact, if not for his tight woven gloves, tiny leather bag, and Gold Tribe arm band, he is a Pokémon you would expect to find on a stroll through Vigil Forest. This is because he IS a Wild Buneary... Well, actually he's directly directly descended from a pair of Wild Lopunny. As a result, his fluff is less floofy than you may imagine and his brown fur is bristly to the touch. His ears are also slightly thicker than other Buneary, as a result of training them for acrobatic use. As a male Buneary, he often gets confused for a female at first due to the inability of some to accept the existence of male Buneary.

Personality:

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Isak is somewhat of an enigma to those that know him.

On one hand, he is calm and calculating. One has to be in order to compensate for a lack of physical capability. That is understandable. He manipulates and consorts his body in battle to gain the upper hand, having fully integrated his springy ears into his combat style of acrobatic maneuvers and physical attacks. Some take this as the actions of a daredevil.

On the other hand, however, he has a number of mannerisms unbecoming of a "civilized" Pokémon. He is suspicious of pretty much anyone he meets and does not build trust easily. While this is virtually unapplicable to anyone of the Gold Tribe or of Royalty (due to his parents teaching him to trust the Emperor and Gold Tribe), anyone who violates his hard-earned trust becomes a duly noted enemy.

Of those he does trust, he tends to "test" them at times. Not to actually test their trust but, rather, to mess with them. This can include "thefts" of a sort, where he actually isn't stealing something, and are usually harmless pranks, but he is open to suggestions for some people.

While he does not trust them entirely, he also tries his best to avoid upsetting his fellow "Wild" Pokémon by speaking to them before fighting them. Some "civilized" Pokémon take this as an insult to their "strength" and "courage" but Isak knows that there is nothing courageous or strong about killing someone just because they are not like you. Anyone who has knowingly killed "Wild" Pokémon when they were not of any threat are much more likely to be "tested" by him.

In addition, Isak does not believe in Arceus. Rather, he believes in the spirit contained in each and every being, plant and location. Arceus is but one of many powerful spirits which exist. He "feels" the aura of the world around him of responds accordingly.

He tends to chant and dance in the language of the Wild Pokémon at seemingly random times, though most would consider it gibberish.

History:

Spoiler:

The egg of a "Wild" Buneary is easy to distinguish from that of a "Civilized" egg: The patterns are quite different. Isak's adoptive parents, a family of Lopunny knew that when they found his egg abandoned in the wilderness surrounding Amoon Village. They did not really care; an abandoned egg in the forest was Seviper chow. Instead, they adopted the egg and raised him as their own son.

His adoptive mother, a retired Gold Tribe warrior named "the Fortuitous", had served for quite some years until she became physically incapacitated during a rather important mission. She had escaped with her life, but she had fallen into a stupor until she happened upon Amoon Village and her husband, where they settled down.

But, as much as they tried, they could not "tame" the "Wild" Buneary and he often got into trouble with other Pokémon as a result. He just wasn't "like" everyone else. Still, the family taught him their ways. The main thing his family taught him, however, was his almost unyielding trust in the Emperor and his Gold Tribe.

It was at his mother's beckoning, and somewhat of his own desire, that he went to and graduated from Exathian College of Union and Liberty. He was among the fastest Pokémon of his year, and definitely the most agile, though his unique mannerisms also impacted his life at ECUL. He did not try to make friends, but many took his actions as attempts to make enemies. Oftentimes, he'd come back to his sleeping quarters and find things out of order. It did not matter to him, however, as his top priority was succeeding his mother's legacy in Gold Tribe. Though his final grades were far from flawless, he excelled in history and literature courses, and running sports.

After graduation, less than a year ago, he was adorned with the title of "the Deft", and regulated to normal Gold Tribe duties until the battle of Deathbringer's Mark where he... met his new partner, Beryl Ibha, "Steamroller".

Met is putting it nicely. He saved her from the spirit of death at its own Mark. The Gold Tribe got massacred there. Isak will never admit it, but, after evading death by getting knocked unconscious, she ended up being the main reason he fought his way back to Union City. Experiencing war, an almost completely one-sided one at that, had changed Isak's attitude, and he had been extremely morose, even suicidal after realizing he wasn't dead.

When he found Beryl, his survival instincts revived and he started rummaging amongst the corpses of his former allies for supplies, holding back the feelings of absolute disgust at the thought of what he was doing.

For the next three weeks, the pair slowly made their way back to Union City to regroup with what Gold Tribe they could find. They crossed the sands of the desert, the mountains, and the forests, using Isak's knowledge of plants and wilderness to forage for sustenance all the while.

Moves: Quick Attack, Bounce, Ice Punch, Switcheroo

Other: Ability is Limber. Knows quite a bit about the spoken myths of the Wild Pokemon (myths not recorded in most books), as well as how to survive in the wild. In his bag, which he keeps track of at all times, he normally carries around small rations of berries and wild medicinal herbs, enough to treat small wounds and survive for long trips. He does not usually eat much, usually a single berry per meal, and is 100% vegetarian...though, depending on how much he moves that day, he may eat several meals per day.

Beryl's Application

Spoiler:

Name: Beryl Ibha

Gender: Female

Species: Donphan

Age: 43

Title: "Steamroller"

Type Mastery: Rock

Nationality: Stygian/Shukahen Tribe

Appearance: Beryl is a larger than average Donphan. It's just something that happens as you age, and Donphan are known to age extremely gracefully. While her tough hide may be losing some it's black sheen, she was still one of the stronger and most respected Donphan around in her pack. With experience comes scars, and Beryl has plenty: her ears look like they have been gnawed by Ratatta, her stocky legs are rough with battle scars, the pattern on her tough hide is disrupted by deep, aged wounds, and she is missing half of her right tusk... Something she regrets dearly as she has had to keep her Gold Tribe insignia on her left tusk since she lost her tusk at Deathbringer's Mark.

Personality:

Spoiler:

Beryl used to be an inquisitive Phanpy, always excited to go to new places and explore with her snout. Now she is cautious, and will only proceed when scouts have already explored the area or when the situation is desperate. She really just wants a vacation to rest her sore, old bones for a while, but knows full well that there will be no such rest as long as the Stygian Rebellion is in full swing.

But it doesn't seem make her mad. Little seems to makes her mad. In fact, on the outside she pretends to be an emotional rock. In reality, she has learned to channel her negative emotions into her attacks, a trick she learned at ECUL. Nothing makes her feel more relieved than slamming her full weight into something that can take it like the ground or large rocks or her enemies. When she can't vent her emotions, she tends to grind her teeth though she usually finds a way to vent.

Outside of combat, she is one of the most respectful Gold Tribe members, never referring to another person by their nickname or title when talking with them or about them. She tries to call people by their title when enemies or other folks that she considers untrustworthy are around, however. The use of titles around enemies, rather than proper names, is more appropriate when there is someone who does not deserve to know your name.

She is exceedingly loyal to those of the Gold Tribe or of Royalty and will usually resort to defensive positions around them when she isn't needed on the battlefield. It's a habit she has been trying to stop as it nearly cost her her life at Deathbringer's Mark.

History:

Spoiler:

Beryl was born to a pack of nomadic Donphan in the desert around Pyrgos. As a child, however, her pack/family gradually moved into the town as the desert became less suitable for their habitation. Beryl grew up in Pyrgos while the Windseer lineage, led by Lord Pyreas, ruled with a soft touch. Under Pyreas, Pyrgos prospered and the Ibha pack as well. For as long as Beryl remembers, there was nary a time when they suffered.

Around the age of 15, Beryl, an older Phanpy at the time, met members of the Gold Tribe on a routine trip to Pyrgos. Impressed by her strength at even her young age, one of the Gold Tribe there, an older Flygon with the title of "the Veiled" told the young Beryl of the tales of the legendary Gold Tribe and of the Exathian College of Union and Liberty, a place where, if she worked hard, she could become Gold Tribe as well. Enthralled at the idea, Beryl enrolled and was accepted to the ECUL with the Flygon's recommendation.

At the ECUL, she made a friend of a number of classmates who went on to graduate with her to the Gold Tribe. These classmates helped push her through her classes, helping her refine her Rollout technique into something most of her classmates and some teachers could not stop by themselves. This was as a Phanpy, too; after she evolved into a Donphan like her pack, she could only be stopped by two things: her own volition, or the stronger teachers on campus. Though she was advised to avoid using Rollout on campus from then on, she went on to adopt the title "Steamroller" when she entered the Gold Tribe.

At 24, four years after graduation, Beryl was sent as backup to handle the issue the Fire Tribe was posing to the current Emperor of Exathor. It was a mostly unimportant job at the time, but Beryl took it seriously. While standing guard, she noticed a Magmortar acting suspiciously around the tent where negotiations were taking place. She confronted him, and ended up being fired upon by his fiery cannons. She chased him off with a Rollout, but ended up with a painful burn down her backside that, to this day, reminds her of her first mission whenever it aches.

After helping negotiations to proceed smoothly, "Steamroller" started to see more action, becoming well-respected in some sections of the Gold Tribe, sometimes jokingly referred to as "the Matriarch" for her strong personality.

Eleven years ago, at 32, she returned to her home of Pyrgos, but not for pleasure. Indeed, she was acting under the orders which Emperor Dareon had bequeathed to the Gold Tribe: The loving Lord Pyreas had fallen of old age, and his rightful successor and son, the Umbreon Lord Teneth, had had his rightful title usurped by Hally Windseer, a fat and ugly Persian. Serving under the Gold Tribe "Colossus", a noble warrior Tyrantum, "Steamroller" fought in several battles against the tyrant, officially to instate the rightful Lord of the land, unofficially to save her people from the grips of a dictator. In the same battle where "Colossus" fell, "Steamroller" nearly had lost her own life.

Though "Lord" Hally did die, it was not at the hands of any of the Gold Tribe but, rather, the work of some unknown terrorist. Either way, he was gone. Beryl took some time off, then, to stop by the Ibha Pack dwelling. Though they were concerned for her safety, they were proud of her all the same. Her mother, an old Donphan, was especially proud of the title that Beryl had taken due to a longstanding myth passed down from generation of Ibha to generation of how the family were descended from the stones themselves.

Still recovering from her injuries from the Windseer Rebellion, "Steamroller" soon found herself serving under a Floatzel, Garland "the Exalted One", in the first of the Stygian Rebellions. The uprising was over in a month, squashed by the combined forces of the Gold Tribe, Eshir and Otori armies, and Beryl temporarily retired to her home in Pyrgos for well-deserved recuperation. In a few months, however, she was back to serving Emperor Dareon as a soldier of the Gold Tribe.

Over the next ten or so years, Beryl exchanged barely legible letters with her mother and family in Pyrgos. As time went on, Beryl could tell that something was boiling just beneath the surface: Lord Teneth publicly condemning statements made by Emperor Dareon, political battles over the existence of the Gold Tribe in Pyrgos... She did not expect a rebellion at the time, but she found herself fighting in one six weeks ago.

Three weeks ago, she ended up in the most devastating defeat in Gold Tribe history, ironically in the same place where the last Rebellion had been squashed: Deathbringer's Mark.

Though she fought for her life, she wound up left for dead on the battlefield, her and hundreds of brothers and sisters betrayed by "Earthquake" and several other former members of Gold Tribe. She lost her tusk that day, something she will never forgive. Undernourished, fatigued, and injured, she was found alive by another Gold Tribe who had escaped battle with his life: Isak Mategu "the Deft".

After treating her wounds with what he could scrounge from the corpses of their brothers and sisters, they proceeded to attempt to get back to Union City to regroup with the remainder of the Gold Tribe.

Moves: Ice Shard, Iron Defense, Earthquake, Body Slam

Other: Her ability is Sturdy, which allows her to tank hits. She seeks revenge against the betrayers of the Gold Tribe as well as the bastard she helped put into power: Lord Teneth. 100% vegetarian and tends to eat quite a bit.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

The forest is a nice place to rest when you've been on foot for weeks. The scattered sunlight pouring through the leaves of the trees, the ample wild plants, many of which are not toxic and perfectly edible... Compared to the mountains or desert, this was like heaven on Exathor. For him, it pretty much was.

Isak Mategu, a Buneary, lay on the ground contemplating what the day would bring him and his partner, Beryl Ibha, a Donphan. The last weeks had been hellish for them, having narrowly escaped death, followed by a seemingly endless trek through barren lands. But the end was in sight now. Isak saw it last night: Union City was less than a days walk away. They were almost home. The pair of Gold Tribe would finally be able to find more of their kind that had not succumbed to the spirit of death.

For now, however, they just needed to rest. Or, rather, Beryl did. The trek, tough on both of them for certain, had an even greater effect on her. She was needing more rest every night now, to have enough energy to walk on. She was a slow walker too... Isak blamed his lack of medical skills for that. He'd done the best he could with the supplies he could scrounge up, but she needed an actual doctor to help with her more serious wounds. Herbs and berries could only do so much.

In fact, Isak was astounded she had made it this far in her condition. She was an exceedingly tough old Pokémon, and he was thankful to the spirits that she was. He watched her restfully breathe through her long, grey nose. Even though she was obviously battered and scarred from battles that Isak had probably only heard of, the scene was calming.

Still, Isak felt the need to do something welling up inside him. He closed his eyes and paused for a few seconds. He decided it was time to go explore the area for the days rations. He'd come back every once in a while to check on the older Donphan, but the forest was too calm to do them any harm today. He could sense it.

...​

After scrounging the area for as many edibles and plants with medicinal properties he could find, Isak's small brown bag was overflowing. Still, Isak had not found a plant yet with anti-bacterial properties. He needed one to cleanse one of Beryl's wounds. He knew of approximately five varieties that grew in the forests around Union City that had such properties, but the spirits just were not on his side so far.

He closed his eyes and sniffed the air. It was common for him to do so when scrounging, as it helped him trace familiar scents back to their origins. If only he could find one of those plan... Hey, wait a second. Was that...

He sniffed the air again. He thought right. He knew that smell. It was the smell of one of the more uncommon plants with anti-microbial properties. A particularly stinky one at that. The idea that he had missed the smell earlier seemed impossible. He hated that plant. And yet...

...he needed it. It was only a matter of locating the plant now. He felt the wind blow past him... It was racing southeast. As it carried the smell, the plant would, therefore, be somewhere to the northwest. He started running in that direction, dodging under bushes and over roots, until... Yeah, that's the plant. Holy crap did it stink. It was repugnant! It was a plant pollinated by wild Venomoth and Venonat that were attracted to its smell.

He felt like vomiting. His nose was far too sensitive for this. Still... He held his breath and quickly snapped off one of the plants branches before running back to where he and Beryl were resting that night. He made a mental note to thoroughly wash his bag when he got back to Union City, as even the single branch he snapped off, while enough to create a salve, smelled terrible.

...​

When Beryl woke up, it was to the smell of something terrible. She hadn't smelt anything like it before and was about to get up to investigate its source when she heard the sound of rocks smacking into each other. Isak was, apparently, making more of his improvised medicine. She was thankful for all his help in getting her this far, but she seriously considered asking him to leave her there rather than cover her in anything that smelled that rank. As she attempted to stand up, however...

"Don't get up, yet, Beryl. I haven't cleansed your wound yet."

Ever attentive Isak had been apparently been watching her when not preparing the medicine. Ugh... At least one of the benefits of Isak's medicine was the numbing factor. Among other things, it helped dull the pain of the gash on her belly, the reason she had taken to sleeping on her side ever since... that battle, was throbbing.

"How much longer until it's ready", she asked, referring to the stinky medicine.

"One more time...", came the reply from Isak. Beryl heard another sound of stone hitting stone and the bunny grunting. Then came the sound of movement. Isak was up and moving now.

She couldn't see him. She could see the ground and the skyline, not her backside. She heard movement to her right, and then came a stinging sensation as something was applied to her belly. SH*T. That stung. But, even as the pain was registering in her mind, she felt a numbness taking it over.

Isak the Buneary then stepped into view. He was carrying a flat rock with a green paste on it. His paw was covered in the paste as well. He looked like he was going to cry. Beryl couldn't blame him, his paw was covered with the disgusting smell of some weird plant. Still, he dabbed his paw in the paste, and reached for her broken tusk.

"I'm sorry about this, Beryl..."

The smell was worse when it was right near your nose. Oh Arceus, the smell. And the pain. OW. Isak had touched the end of her former tusk with his paw covered in the green paste. The stinging sensation was worse there, it was far more sensitive. The pain soon subsided like before but the smell was not going to fade for a while.

"You can get up now, Beryl."

That little bunny did not have to tell her twice. What with that unbearable smell, there was no way she would be standing still when she smelled like that.

He hopped off while she got up onto her four legs. She shook her head. The smell was mind-clearing. She reminded herself of their goal: get back to Union City. The Buneary soon hopped back, his paw significantly less green than before; he apparently had wiped it on something, though there was still green paste on it.

He fumbled with his bag and pulled out a fruit of some sort. It looked like a small Sitrus Berry. He offered it to her, so she grabbed it with her trunk and threw it in her mouth. It wasn't a Sitrus Berry for sure; the flavors were too dull. Still, it would have to do. The pair proceeded to eat more of the plant parts that Isak had gathered, until his bag was empty and it was time to get moving. Though she was not full, what nourishment he had gathered for her would have to do. They started walking towards where Isak had saw Union City the night before.

"Thanks, Isak. You've been a real help to this old timer."

"You're not old, Beryl. You're just experienced."

She was that too, but she was definitely getting old. With each step she took, she felt her old bones rattled and sore legs. Even though they were so close to home now, it would probably seem like an eternity to actually get there.

EDIT:

I just noticed this questionaire thing from June. I want to fill it out~

Spoiler:

1. Are you satisfied with your character(s), currently? Do you have any regrets about making them the way they are?

I am completely satisfied at this moment. Only time will tell if I regret any of my decisions for them.

2. What were your inspirations for their creation? Did you have intentions of giving them a certain role to play in the RP? A bodyguard, a scout, an all out fighter, everything counts as a role.

For Isak, I can safely say that I was going to create a Buneary no matter what. I've been obsessed with them recently, you see. Still, he changed quite a bit from my original conception to my submitted Sign-Up. Originally, I wanted a Thief for a Buneary, noted for his keen quickness. As I read the RP, however, I came to recognize that, if he was going to be in the Gold Tribe, he could not be that. In fact, it would basically be ripping off Gerrick, a Krookodile pretending to be Gold Tribe to get rich.

So I changed him. As I progressed through the RP more, I noticed a distinct lack of.. specialness? Connections with nature? I noticed a distinct difference between what Pokemon considered "civilized" and "Wild" and thought that was weird. I saw Zack firing harpoons with wild Magnemites, killing them and anything that the harpoon was near, and that was where I decided I wanted to create a character that would be Wild. Someone who would be disgusted at that kind of disregard for his fellow Pokemon just because they were "Wild" - Why would a "Civilized" person completely disregard the feelings of someone different than them?

Fleshing out Isak took more than that, so I will also say that some of his other traits are derived from snippets of the story: The integration of the myths of old, Thrasher's comments about not being able to survive in the wild, and the introduction of the Otori Tribe.

Beryl, on the other hand, started as a pinball. No joke. One of the first things I wanted when I was creating Isak was a Pokemon who could act as a living weapon for Isak to manipulate. Aided by a remix of a Pendulum song (Rollin' Voodoo People. Youtube it. Warning: Adult Language), I decided I needed a Pokemon which could use Rollout. So I looked at the list and... what do I find? Donphan. From there, I built an older female warrior Pokemon who could take the punishment from Isak's ears. In fact, I hope to make a scene with both Isak and Beryl where Isak is able to demonstrate his acrobatic prowess by "riding" Beryl while she uses Rollout.

Building her personality was tough for me. My biggest inspiration for her was actually Thrasher, an existing character. The similarities are there if you look for them. I tried to make her unique, however.

3. Do you think your character(s) are the best Gold Tribesmen they can be? And if not, do you wish for them to be better at what they do, or worse?

Mmmm, I would not know at the moment. What exactly defines the "best Gold Tribesmen"? Is it loyalty? Strength? Courage? Character? Who knows. I don't. I don't know yet what I wish for them to be better or worse at.

4. What do you have in mind for them in the future? Would they change along with the story, or would they remain pretty much the same - for the sake of funsies?

My first goal is to introduce them into the story. I wish to have Isak visit his old home in Amoon Village and find a family heirloom which will become a useful item in the future. I also wish for them to take a bath in the river and get their wounds healed (check the RP Sample). Other than that... I have some ideas, but they'll need approval from the GM.

5. Do you feel like any of your character(s) share (or could share) any kind of relation with another Playable Character? Tell us more about that!

My characters will obviously be new to the RP, if accepted, but I tried my best to integrate them into the storyline as has been presented to me. Isak, being from Amoon Village, will probably be remembered by a number of Pokemon there. They'll probably be confused about his Gold Tribe status given his history there, but I think he'll be fine. I want to introduce him to Punisher, or "Four Arms" as he'll call him.

As for Beryl, I tried to integrate her into the battles of old, to create a loyal tribeswoman who Garland can rely on and Thrasher can relate to to get out of his depression. The Gold Tribe needed someone with a little oomph to get things going, so expect her to Rollout when the time for battle nears.

6. Who is your favorite character in the whole RP? Except Asaito, guys. Asaito is everyone's favorite. xD

Asaito has his moments, but my favorite character in the entirety of the RP has to be Punisher. He's just bad*ss, as he himself proclaims many times throughout the story. He is definitely one of the strongest characters and he isn't afraid to show it, but he has the major character flaw of being too full of himself to notice when he's done something stupid. He's loveable and well-written in my opinion.

7. Who do you think is Wallace and who Jenkins? The Glameow or the Purrloin? :D

I noticed that you never answered your own question, sir. Still, I think the real posh character is Pendro. The Glameow and Purrloin could both be Wallance AND Jenkins for all I care: Pendro has enough class to out-class them both on a daily basis. They would have to take Pendro's Class on Poshness to compete with his poshness.

 

[Ray Maverick]

@KajiVenatorIsak & Beryl are accepted! I hope you'll do a good job with them IC. Welcome to the CD family!

 

[Ray Maverick]

The Battle for Amoon

Map:

Spoiler:

White: Amoon Village
Red: Smaller Villages
Blue: Northern Entrance
Black: Eastern Entrance
Brown: Bridges

 

[moon]

You can put funny stuff in your thread titles, sure! But please also keep the name of the RP there so that it is identifiable.

Unless you actually run a RP about Greiger now, what do I know...

 

[Greiger]

Good idea Adventure, there SHOULD be a rp about me! Thanks for that, now I have to go and make one that tells how awesome I am as a rper.

 

[RejectiontheHedgie]

Is this open? Just in case I'll leave this here.

Spoiler:

Name: Vanessa Lawson

Gender: Female

Species: Gabite

Age: 21

Title: The Silent Reaper

Type Mastery: Dragon

Nationality: Stygian, The Eshir

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Vanessa has grey claws, and red eyes. She also wears a locket with a family portrait around her neck.

Personality: Two words that describe Vanessa completely? Silent killer. She is a very private individual, and mainly sticks to herself. She gathers information by ear, only speaking to give advice or a new piece of information to be judged. After that she is done speaking. She is highly intelligent. Her intellect being gathered mainly by her own personal studies and teaching. Well disciplined, Vanessa doesn't speak unless spoken to, even then she doesn't say much. She is however, more talkative to her close friends and comrades(even then still very little), and is loyal to them. So loyal, that she will aide them in their beliefs(if she deems them powerful enough to make them happen), even if she thinks the cause is wrong. Vanessa is very ambitious. She believes only those strong enough to make their goal happen deserves them, and will fight to the death for what she believes in.

History:

Spoiler:

Vanessa was born into this world as an only child. She was a very odd child. Studying and learning with her mother until she passed away. Her mother often taught Vanessa things most children wouldn't learn until they matured, but Vanessa studied hard to make her parents proud. Being born in Ascanfell, Vanessa was raised around the concept that only the strong would ever survive. Her father, who was also a member of the Gold Tribe, taught her all he knew about combat. At the age of seven, Vanessa was fighting her own battles, and relying only on herself for strength.

When Vanessa turned ten, her Mother passed away, which left a large gap in her families heart. Except for Vanessa and her Father. Vanessa, even as a ten year old, did not mourn for her lost mother. She instead trained harder than ever, telling herself that her mother hadn't been strong enough, and that she would be strong for her. So she began more advanced training with her father. She wasn't very skilled at first, because she still hadn't grown enough to understand most of the concepts, but for the most part she was an excellent student according to her Father.

Vanessa was growing, and becoming stronger, but she was also maturing into the perfect fighter. Not long after her twelfth birthday did Vanessa catch her Father crying for his lost wife. Having grown to steel herself and live for her beliefs, Vanessa told her Father that her Mother was weak, and had no rights to her dreams. However, she also said that the best thing they could do for her was make sure that they were. She had become a strong child over the years, so her father began putting her in the tournaments held in Ascanfell, saying that She had earned her place in their ranks.

At the age of fifteen, Vanessa had enrolled in school for the Gold tribe, just as her Father before her. She talked to absolutely no one, and focused only on training and learning. While enrolled, Vanessa was able to master the Dragon element at the age of seventeen. Most people that knew Vanessa knew that when she wasn't in school she was training, even when she had a break. Upon graduating, her Father passed away leaving behind a congratulation note, and a locket with a portrait of her family in it. At the age of twenty-one, Vanessa had joined the Gold Tribe. By then she had earned the nickname 'Silent Reaper' for her absolute silence in battle. As she fought and became stronger, she would eventually become well known.

Moves: Dig, Aerial Ace, Bulldoze, Protect

Other: Vanessa has the ability Rough Skin.

RP Sample: A JP between myself and Nidoking76 from his Roleplay Outcasts.

Spoiler:

Luna didn't care much for his little attitude, but he furthered her suspicions after saying he was a computer designer. Then how would he have medical skills? Something wasn't right, but she would figure it out soon enough. She continued to follow him, weighing her options of what to say. There wasn't much she could say, but she'd figure it out. After hearing his words she looked at the man unconscious over his shoulder. He didn't look like much, just some kid around her age. What's a guy like him doing on the streets?

"What's so special about him, and why should I care? To me he just seems like an ordinary street-rat." She said, narrowing her eyes. "And don't dodge my questions. What's your name." It was a demand more than a question, but honestly, she didn't really care.

Carl didn't know what to say to this at first, but then he said, "What do you mean, 'what's so special about him?' He's a human being, just like you or me. By that logic, what's so important about you? But I really should stop dodging around your question. My name is Carl Turner." Carl let the man sit on the ground for a second as Carl faced the girl. "And your name is..." Carl then began to say every letter of the alphabet until he reached L. He could tell her name began with L because her faced twitched a bit, but he could only notice this twitch because of his Observancy. "So your name begins with L... La, lay, Loo, LUNA! Your name is Luna, isn't it?"

"You know me, but how? I've never seen you in my life." Now she was definitely suspicious. Knowing her name, a computer programmer with doctor skills? It was not a combination you would see everyday. She didn't like being known by name by ones she didn't know, but it seemed it couldn't be helped in this situation. Perhaps I'm paranoid, and he got lucky... But she still didn't trust this Carl, but she hadn't picked up any lies from truthism so far. "And to answer your question, I am not of importance to you just as this man has no importance to me. It's simple really, as long as I don't have importance I'm no spoken toward or to. That's how I preferred it until you interrupted my peace." She said calmly.

Carl couldn't help but smirk as he heard Luna's response. He walked over and continued to move the man. Carl could see his house, he was almost home. "I seem to interrupt everyone's peace," Carl started. "And I know your name because of a trick I learned. I say every letter in the alphabet, and when I reach the letter someone's name begins with, well, they don't know this, but their face twitches a little. It's almost impossible to notice, but, well, I guess awesomeness does describe me. But enough about me. Why are you so interested in me?"

He's not telling me something. Luna thought, but he wasn't lying, because she would have immediately felt a pull in her mind of deception, but lying is different than not telling the whole story, so her powers wouldn't activate. She knew she'd eventually be able to corner him, so all she had to do was wait. For not she wanted answers, so she would further question him until she got what she wanted.

"My interest in you is nothing you need to understand, therefore it will remain unknown." She said, rounding the answer to her own needs. "Now tell me, I doubt your 'awesomeness' had anything to do with your knowing my name, and I dislike not being told the full truth." She said bluntly. She had no time for idle chat, but something odd pulled her toward him.

Carl could see the door to his house. He pulled the unconscious man to the door while answering Luna's question. "I told you, it's just a cheap party trick I learned. And besides, what do you mean 'the whole truth'? If you want to learn more, ask more creative questions." Carl let the unconscious man sit on the sidewalk while Carl opened the door. While Carl brought the man onto his bed, Carl said, "Besides, I can't see why it's any of your business. " Carl stuck the thing of juice into the fridge, and pulled out a thing of eggs he could scramble for his lunch. Carl looked at Luna and said, "You hungry?"

There it was, that strange pull. Somewhere, he had just lied. And her gut told her it was the party trick. As if I'd be that ignorant. Dishonesty, such a distasteful word. Now she was mad, but she tried o keep the look of her face. "You lie. It isn't a party trick. It's something more.. complicated, isn't it." It was a statement, not a question. She tried to hold back a sneer of pure disgust. "To look one in the face and lie, I hate those kind of people. Either you tell me the truth or tell me to leave. Either way I'll need to confirm something for myself."

Carl sighed. "Look, everyone lies for one reason or another. Either to deliberately make someone miserable or to save one's skin. And I follow the ladder." Carl frowned. "Just leave. And don't tell anyone about me. People already think I'm an Outcast, so don't go out and confirm this." Carl walked over and pulled a magazine out of the unconscious man's pocket. Carl flipped to page 12. There it was. The page that marked his doom. Carl walked over and shoved the magazine towards Luna. "And get rid of that wretched magazine for me," Carl said as he walked over to watch the news.

"I guess I'll keep this to myself. Don't think I'm with or for the S.O.T. I wish for there downfall, but that should give you the hint. I don't think it's a party trick, but if you choose to live in fear the decision is yours." She said, taking the magazine and heading out.

 

[Ray Maverick]

@RejectiontheHedgie thank you for your application. To answer your question, "is this open?", I personally don't open or close spots; I can appreciate a great character SU when it's submitted, so you're free to give it a shot. Your SU will have to be elaborate, and you'll also have to provide an adequate RP Sample. That being said, seeing as we already have eight people in the RP, I'll have to warn you that it will be difficult for me to accept you.

 

[RejectiontheHedgie]

Understood. I'll do what I can. ^-^

EDIT: Finished. Please let me know if there's anything I need to change.

 

[Ray Maverick]

I'm sorry, but I can't accept your SU. Thank you for your time

 

[RejectiontheHedgie]

Alright, maybe next time, thank you!

 

[Ray Maverick]

Happy New Year to the OOC :D