EXTERMINATION

[eveelution]

How many people do you intend to have on each side?

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Wha, la! Seems interesting, and I enjoyed creating this character. Make note, if you need more synthetics, I can easily convert this character into a clone.

Name: Gerallt (G-ear-alt) Lorweth Siarl
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Faction: True Born

Appearance:
Gerallt has strong facial feature that when combined with a mischievous smile makes people grip the belongings tighter when they see him. There is some small fuzz on Gerallt's chin that he claims will be cut off with his pocket knife if it dares to grow longer. His upper lip has been spared any hair, and Gerald would loathe if any starts to grow there.

He is bony and his muscles are lean from his active life. His skin is slightly tanned from a love of the out doors, though most people are distracted from that by the mop of curly red hair on his head. He is rather tall, and last time he checked he was a few inches over six feet. His smile appears to be a bit yellow, as Gerallt doesn't often have time to brush his teeth when tryng to take a picture of an elusive wild pokemon, or when tying to keep as quiet as possible when the T.B.R.A. are in the forest in your backyard.

A large camping pack is carried by Gerallt containing a sleeping bag, a digital camera, a tri-pod, a miniature laptop, a solar charger, a fishing rod and a small net, some pots and pans, a Sinnoh issued army knife, and a Kanto issued army knife, along with a water tight box of matches.

Practical tan pants coupled with a short sleeved tan jacket to match make up Gerallt's limited wardrobe. He also has a few black under shirts if it gets to hot. His tan army cap is some times worn to keep the sun out of Gerallt's eyes. His cargo boots easily get him through the last few pieces of wilderness he traverses. All his clothes have coffee stains and are a bit worn out, though Gerallt always says that some day people will realize that he's wearing the most fashionable clothes around.

Personality: Growing up with pranksters for siblings, it's no surprise that Gerallt is a prankster himself. He believes that life is not worth living if he doesn't get a good laugh out of it, even though his army days did teach him when to be serious. Gerallt will still tease those he's close to now a day, though he has become more withdrawn. People often don't trust him because he will flash his mischievous smile when meeting people instead of trying to make a good impression.

He doesn't look for a relationship with people because he considers the great outdoors better than any relationship. A lot of his actions seem random, but he is actually very good at thinking things through. The problem is that he often doesn't think things through. His huge pride for his country doesn't help matters any.

One of his major drawbacks is his low standards for people, having seen how low people will stoop when he served. He prefers to spend hours waiting for a furret to return to its den to get that perfect shot, than trying to better the world. The only reason Gerallt is helping in the fight against Synthetics is his proud for his country, as he believes they ruined the Sinnoh's grandiose with their petty fighting. So obviously, he resorts to helping Wilcott fight against the Synthetics in the hope to restore Sinnoh's prestige.

History: Gerallt was born in Solaceon Town. His older sisters were twins, well-known as pranksters and explorers in the small ranching town. Gerallt grew up to follow their example, though he couldn't explore the ruins, as his sisters had called that place.

When he turned thirteen his parents let him raise one of the many baby doduos they produced as his own. The doduo was christened Owain. Owain's training was never much geared towards evolving, as he was from a long line of racing dodrio and his training focused on endurance and speed. This also marked when Solaceon started advancing technologically, and became a "City." When Gerallt turned eighteen he enlisted, and he caught a wild shinx to celebrate.

That was when the second Hoenn – Kanto war started. Sinnoh agreed to support Hoenn, and Gerallt was chosen to infiltrate the K.A.F (Kanto Armed Forces) as technical support just as he turned twenty. The government spent two months training him and a handful of others to join K.A.F. and relay their troop movements to the base of operations Hoenn had set up in the Seafoam Islands. The war went on for three years until Hoenn and Kanto called a truce. The cover I.D. Gerallt had been using went missing, deemed a deserter, and Gerallt served two more years with the government until he was allowed to leave the military and never receive retirement.

Gerallt spent the next two years on photography assignments for National Pokegraphic. The shinx he had caught when he had enlisted had evolved along with Owain. During one of these photography trips Gerallt caught a bronzer he had found. Gerallt had been sent to Eterna Forest to film murkrow when he had stumbled into the fleeing Xavier Wilcott.
Gerallt now resides at the Old Chateau, waiting for Wilcott to reveal his miraculous plan to restore Sinnoh's honor.

Pokémon:
Balthazar, Male
Luxray

Appearance: Balthazar is a regular luxray if you don't count the very apparent fags that poke out of mouth. His tail is also missing a point where it splits, but other than that he is the typical feline-like, mouse eared luxray. A plain metal helmet protects his head from any serious attacks, and Gerallt calls it Balthazar's "Crown of Wisdom."

Personality: Balthazar is a loyal tracker for Gerallt, though he has an ego and pride as big as the Old Chateau itself. He will zealously fight if commanded as he does enjoy the power he feels when the opponent is at his mercy. While infinitely more serious than Gerallt could ever be, he is reverted back into a cub if scratched behind the ear.

History: Gerallt caught Balthazar as a cub when his parents had abandoned him as the runt of the litter. Upon being captured, Balthazar tried to appear as haughty as possible, which led to him being named after one of the three wise kings. Balthazar is actually an amazing fighter, having gotten Gerallt out of many situations. He evolved into a luxray when Gerallt returned home after the war.

Moves: Thunder Wave, Crunch, Thunder Fang, Tackle, Bite


Annetta, Genderless (considered female)
Bronzong


Appearance: Annetta is rather large, even for a bronzong, and two full grown men could fit under her hollow shell. The tree design etched into her body is a light sky blue, causing it to stand out against her murky blue green metal. She often only shields her allies, though she can pack a punch.

Personality: Annetta is sassy and has a vicious psychic glare. She hates it if she feels inferior to anyone, though she does love to perform the practical jokes of Gerallt's childhood. It's because of her that everyone ate blue food for a week in the Old Chateau.

History: Annetta had actually been sleeping as a bronzor when Gerallt tripped over her, and she had then followed him for a week until he caught her in a great ball simply so he didn't have to feel her psychic glare.

Moves: Flash Cannon, Confusion, Light Screen, Reflect, Iron Defense


OWaIn, Male
Dodrio

Appearance: OWaIn wears a custom made leather saddle with reigns that Gerallt's parents made. O and In, the outside heads, are blindfolded when Gerallt rides OWaIn, that way Wa can be the override main brain. If O and In weren't blindfolded, OWaIn would bicker with himself over who gets to be in control during the run. The usually black necks of male dodrios are a dark grey on OWaIn.

Personality: OWaIn is over all inquisitive, though each head has his own distinct feature. O is a major ladies man, though he has a small problem with the word loyalty to anyone but his best friends Wa, In, and Gerallt. Wa on the other hand is a bit of a nerd, but loves to be reckless and unpredictable. In is the innocent baby of Gerallt's pokemon, but happens to be a bit violent towards strangers.

History: Ow was very curious as a doduo, while Ain was a total trickster. OwAin was the perfect doduo for Gerallt as a kid, and the two terrorized Solaceon City with their jokes. The army didn't change things much, though OwAin did get more serious along with Gerallt, and that seriousness carried on to OWaIn during evolution.

Moves: Tri-Attack, Ariel Ace, Agility, Quick Attack, Screech

Spoiler:

Christopher watched on in an amused way as the poor girl ran out of the dark gym. He was disgusted at how the other trainers around looked upon the scene in an adoring way. They might have well as been in love with Esthin. That didn't matter though. Christopher was there to receive the pokemon that was to help him and to figure out a way to repay the Void Gym's leader.
Deep in his thoughts, Christopher was jolted to attention when he heard Esthin start talking; "…Royel, Renoira. I will give you your Pokemon, then you will board the ferry that will take you to Littleroot Port. From there I expect you to locate and terminate Lance's pets." Christopher strode forward confidently, quickly claiming his pokemon. He then turned toward the exit of the gym, but not before he heard Esthin's voice speak out, saying "Do not fail me, or else you may be terminated, too. Christopher Royel."
Christopher's hair rose on the back of his neck, though he simply continued toward the door, albeit a bit faster.
Outside it was much warmer, and Christopher was forced to spend a moment letting his eyes adjust to the light. He mused over that termination bit, thinking to himself, "I can delay them instead, can' t I?" With that, Christopher walked down the road to ponder his mission.

*

Christopher stared out across the tide pools Mossdeep was known for. His parents would be expecting a call, and Christopher had an hour before his ferry left the port. He made his decision and pulled out a rounded object from his pocket. There was then a flash of light, illuminating a pokeball and a murkrow. "So, Murkrow it is," Christopher said in a flat tone, "Well show me what you got!"
He was now pointing at a crabby crawling through the sand in a lazy manner, and the murkrow quickly gained altitude before diving toward the crab pokemon and performing an astonish attack. The murkrow then followed up with a confuse ray, his eyes flashing purple, as the crabby jumped back in surprise. The crabby's eyes flashed the same shade of purple seconds later, before banging its claws on the sand over and over again. Murkrow flew in with a quick peck, and after that the crabby started to run for the open ocean. Sadly, Murkrow was faster, pursuing the crabby with none other than a pursuit attack. That was the end of it.

*

"…Of course mother," Christopher quietly whispered into the phone, as his mother went through a checklist of things he would need to appear well-groomed. His mother went on, saying "And don't forget to wear that nice suit I bought when you are in the city." Christopher answered his usual "Yes mother," and was glad he wouldn't have to stop by Mauville City for a while yet.
With that Christopher walked towards the harbor to catch his boat. Murkrow was in a pokeball in Christopher's pocket, and the two had already gained a mutual respect for each other.

 

[Strikit]

X75flames and eveelution, you're accepted.

Sephy, your SU is a bit mashed up. Could I get you to space between the fields? And I'm afraid that having a Dragonite that powerful doesn't seem fair. Seeing as he is your character's only Pokemon he can be strong, but not quite that strong. You're pending for now.

Scales, everything in your SU is a bit short. Try adding some more detail. And I'm not sure where the cottage came in? Perhaps that could be one of the details you add. Keep in mind that landmarks such as that would be highly noticeable by Synthetics and therefore dangerous to take up residence in. The reason Xavier was able to use the Old Chateau is because people expect it to be empty. Keep that in mind when writing about how she is able to live in a cottage. Pending.

As it now stands, this is the reserved list:
Mira
KillehKiwi
Rainbowmunchies
Megaman765
Caniflyjove

 

[LordSephy]

Sorry about that, I was exhausted when I typed it up, but the Dragonite isn't like super powerful or anything, the ten other pokemon was as apposed to Synthetic soldier/hunter pokemon, if I should change the wording in the post I will though. Can I keep the lightning storm as his edge? It seems from other SUs that some pokemon can have battle edges.

Edit: There, I edited up a bit, any other changes I should make?

 

[Strikit]

Alright, Sephy, it's good now. Accepted.

 

[dajman1996]

Name: Brendan Wallis

Age:22

Gender: Male

Faction: True Born

Appearance: Well built body, about 6"10 , has brown spikey hair and has blue eyes. Brendan has some facial scars which are fading out and also wears a Red Bandana.

Personality: Brendan is a active character and kind one, he loves friends and the people close to him, he likes trying new things or taking risks and being adventureous. Many people used to look up to him which he likes aswell but not in a superior way. He hates any kind of Synthetic.

History: Brendan was a son of one of the trainers in Vielstrone city, he was raised up well until the Synthetic came and put them out of society. After living on the edge he started to get fitter and be more adventurous, his family after the Synthectic came only concists of his Dad and him. His dad trained Brendan up to a fit figure and became his Mentor aswell. After reaching the age of 22, Brendan's father had made one last request to tell him to go off and start his adventure. He is currently in Eterna Forest looking for shelter for Pyro.

Pokémon:
Name: Pyro

Gender: Male

Species: Charmander

Appearence: Pyro's size makes him look like a weak target to his enemies but that is just there to fool them. Pyro has also got a longer tail than an average Charmander and wears Claw gloves with spiked edges made by Brendan.

Personality: Pyro is only fierce when in Battles and meeting a stranger, but he acts like a fun friend and Pet to play with people he knows like Alex and his other Pokemon. He has a strong grudge on flying Pokemon since they abducted his family.

History: Pyro lived off land in a volcano with his family, they had to fight to get food, Pyro was the only child in the family and his parents gave him all he needed. At one stage, Pyro had started to fight for his family to earn more food for them unfortunatly he was still in an early stage and lost, this made him stunt his growth. One day Salamace's abducted his Parents and the shock caused him unable to evolve. He was found by Brendan while searching for food in one of the Vielstone City's garbage. After a few weeks of nursing Pyro back to health he became Brendan's first Pokemon!

Moves: Fire Blast, Flamethrower, Rock Smash, Slash

RP Sample: Brendan had just commando rolled out of the Buneary's Ice Beam! While in action he formulated a plan to take down the aggresive Pokemon. Before the wild Pokemon could attack again, Brendan threw a Pokeball in the air and Pyro came out! "Ok Pyro show it your stuff!" Brendan shouted, Buneary attacked again with Ice Beam but Pyro in time used his signature move Fire Blast! When Both attacks collided, an massive explosion erupted knocking Brendan over. Quickly recovering he saw Pyro lying down motionless! "PYRO!!!!" Brendan cired in despair as he ran to his fallen Pokemon.

 

[Mira]

(Sorry I kind of made up a position in the T.B.R.A. I'll happily change it if you wish.)

Name: Audra Love

Age: 20

Gender: female

Faction: Synthetic- works in the T.B.R.A.

Appearance: Audra isn't the kind of person whose appearance would put someone an guard. Standing 5'6" in height with a rather slight frame, people tend to assume that she is not a threat, which is both and annoyance and benefit for Audra. Armed with toned arms and legs from her rigorous training, not to mention the assortment of weapons that are hidden throughout her outfit, the only one that is visible being a black pistol on her hip, she is often a bigger threat than she initially appears to be. Her pitch black eyes are in sharp contrast to her pale complexion, which never seems to tan regardless of how much time she spends outdoors. Her teeth are white and perfectly straight, allowing her to give the occasional pleasant smile, the use of it is rather rare. Her hair is dark brown with a faint tinge of red and reaches down past her shoulders when down, though is almost always pulled back into a tight ponytail. Audra is somewhat vain and is bordering on obsessive when she has the time to worry about her appearance. As she prefers to remain ready for any work she may need to do, Audra typically wears the same outfit: a pair of polished black boots, dark-wash jeans, a dark blue camisole and a spotless black zip-up hoodie. In the way of jewelry, Audra wears only a thick leather wrist band to hold her PokeBalls and a thin silver band on her right index finger. In order to carry the tools necessary for her work, Audra carries a plain black backpack. When the situation requires something a little more professional, Audra will wear a pinstripe skirt and jacket with black high heels. She is typically a clean, confident Synthetic, but when need be, she will become a dirty, worn-out, blue-eyed True Born. Her ability to seamlessly transform into a pseudo True Born makes her an important asset to most True Born search missions.

Personality: In the grand scheme of things, Audra's experiences in her life have been focused to a rather narrow area, and her personality reflects that. Her life has basically been a series of missions with a definite goal and this has caused her thought process to work in a similar fashion. She sometimes finds that she cannot function properly when things are not as clear-cut as she is accustomed to. When she has a definite goal to reach, however, nothing will stop Audra from reaching it. She will tap into a seemingly endless supply of energy, driving herself well past her ordinary limitations (both physically and mentally) if it is necessary in order for her to reach said goal. Audra is a very serious person and doesn't usually "get" humor, the extent of her own being the occasional sarcastic comment. Humor to her seems to be a waste of time and a signal of unintelligence. She rarely attempts to build relationships with others unless it is practical for a mission or to advance her status in the T.B.R.A., not wanting to waste her time with trivial social interactions or gain potentially hindering emotional ties to others. Linked to this trait is her lack of trust toward others. Preferring to rely on herself, Audra sees trusting others with anything important surrounding her or her work as too much of an unnecessary risk. Besides, why should she trust to others what she can do better herself? She does, however, acknowledge that others' skills are often useful to accomplish what needs to be done, and therefore willingly works with teams of competent people, though still has little to no patience for any form of weakness. She is incredibly intelligent and never needs to be told the same thing twice. Doing nothing is the worst possible option for Audra, as she always likes to be in control of a situation and absolutely hates having down time or being powerless to do anything. Audra is also a very skilled actress. She can put on almost any personality in a moments notice, which is very useful in gaining the trust of others or going unnoticed. Altogether, Audra is really more of a carefully conditioned tool than an individual person, which makes her an important asset to the T.B.R.A.

History: Audra was "born" at such a point in time that she hadn't yet gone through very many tests before she was liberated. She was almost immediately sucked into the T.B.R.A. for training. From a young, impressionable age, she had been told of the horrors that True Borns had committed against the Synthetics, and that the only way to prevent these monsters from causing further destruction to the world was to eliminate them from free existence and replace them with a more perfect race: the Synthetics. As soon as she was of proper age and had enough training, she was given her first Pokemon, a Growlithe who she named Bryne, and was sent on her first True Born hunting mission. From then on, Audra continued her work for the T.B.R.A., quickly moving up in the organization to a position of considerable value. Her particular skill set made her a perfect candidate to be a scoper: a person sent to "run into" a True Born or group of True Borns to scope out which ones would be best used for breeding and which should simply be immediately disposed of. In this process she obtained her second Pokemon, a Staravia named Aeolus. After a considerably bloody fight against True Borns in which many of the ones she had picked out for breeding had fought to the death, Audra stumbled upon a single Pokemon who caught her eye. It belonged to one of the few True Borns who was successfully captured: a small, somewhat weak-looking Riolu. Thinking that the Pokemon could eventually prove to be a useful addition to her team, Audra asked for permission to keep the Pokemon and it was soon granted to her. As time progressed, Audra's missions became increasingly frequent, which is just how she likes it.

Pokémon:

name- Bryne
gender- male
species- Arcanine
appearance- Bryne looks like any other Arcanine, though it is rather apparent from his coat that he is Synthetic. The segment of fur that is typically orange in an Arcanine is black on Bryne, and the fur that is ordinarily black is orange.
personality- Bryne is ordinarily quiet, though is constantly on guard. Being the powerhouse of the team, Bryne seems to radiate confidence and strength. He will fight mercilessly when necessary and always obeys Audra without fail.
history- Bryne was the first Pokemon granted to Audra by the T.B.R.A. as a Growlithe. The two quickly came to a mutual understanding of "business first": Bryne would do as Audra ordered, though would not become emotionally involved with her more than necessary. After the two spent a considerable amount of time working together, Audra was given a Fire Stone to use on Bryne, thus evolving him into his current form.
moves- Reversal, Crunch, Heat Wave, Extremespeed, Splice

name- Aeolus
gender- male
species- Staravia
appearance- Like all Staravia, Aeolus' eyes are completely black. The only thing that specifically sets him apart as being Synthetic is the pitch black streak that runs from under his beak to his stomach, which can easily be colored over if need be.
personality- Even though this Pokemon is considered an asset to Audra's team because of his speed and energy in battle, Aeolus is a fairly laid-back creature by nature. He won't do much more than is necessary and is oftentimes distracted and aloof, though when his assistance is required, all of his attentions become focused on whatever his goal or task may be.
history- As Audra's missions became increasingly complex, she requested to be granted a Pokemon able to fly her for moderate distances without being too large to fit into small areas. She was given Aeolus while he was in his current form, though removed his Everstone when she realized that he would be more useful as a Staraptor.
moves- Quick Attack, Double Team, Whirlwind, Aerial Ace, Agility

name- n/a
gender- female
species- Riolu
appearance- Riolu looks the same as any other True Born Riolu with the exception that she is slightly smaller than most.
personality- Riolu is a nervous Pokemon, always looking for a way to get around direct confrontation. She is commonly seen as a coward because of this, but Riolu hasn't been through enough to prove that statement to be false or true. She's quiet and doesn't like to draw attention to herself and regards Audra with suspicion.
history- Originally, Riolu was raised by a young True Born boy merely as a playmate. But after the events that unfolded related to the Synthetics, both were forced into hiding. Her trainer was eventually apprehended and taken away to be used for breeding, while she was assigned to Audra. In the short time that Audra and Riolu had been together, they had very little interaction with one another other than what was necessary.
moves- Endure, Quick Attack, Counter, Force Palm, Screech

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Ember's tails slammed directly into the Haunter-morph's chest with a sickening thud. Ember jumped back and twirled around to whack him across the head with all nine of her tails.

"Take that you disgusting bloated purple freak!" Ember hissed.

The Haunter-morph shook his body loose, seemingly having taken little damage, and stared at her with a curious expression. Ember growled and jumped forward again, scraping her claws from the top of his scalp down his cheek before jumping a safe distance away. He looked up at her with a dark smile as purple gas steadily tricked out of the slashes in his skin.

He doesn't bleed, Ember watched with horror as the gas continued to drip out of the cuts.

But look, Pyra said. The human part of this morph is weak and the Haunter is unstable. The human body is the only thing holding it together.

So if tear his body apart, Ember realized with a smile. The Ghost part of him will fall apart, too.

Ember's smile faded as the Haunter-morph's claw descended down on her. She lunged to the side, but the razor-sharp claws clipped her arm, instantly drawing blood. Ember looked at her arm in shock. She hadn't seen the morph come at her.

"It will be an honor to kill you," the Haunter's deep echoing voice announced. He continued to smile and look her over in amusement.

His hands began to glow deep purple and he came at her again.

Poison! Pyra warned, but Ember was already struggling to dodge the deadly claws.

Ember spun to the side and tried to knock him over with her tails again, but she missed and jumped back before she could be struck. Sweat dripped down the back of her neck. She couldn't allow herself to be poisoned now. She would be out of commission for the rest of the battle and most likely wouldn't live through it. Or worse. One of the team members would stop battling to try and protect her. Though she didn't see that happening, thank goodness.

The Haunter-morph's smile grew, spreading across his purple-tinged face like a tear in fabric. He lashed out at her with increased intensity and speed, forcing her to retreat backwards. Ember felt her Ninetails instinct slowly take over and she mimicked his smile with one of her own. She felt her body's speed grow and she began to dodge in a fluid natural movement, feeling the steady beat of the morph's attacks become increasingly easy to predict. Suddenly the Haunter-morph's fist slammed her in the side, throwing her several yards before she rolled to a halt on the pavement.

Pyra swore, utterly shocking Ember. Pyra had never once before swore. Shadow Punch, Pyra growled. It hits without fail. We're lucky he didn't poison us as well.

Yeah, Ember pushed herself up with a groan. Because we're just so lucky.

"I'm glad you came to me," the Haunter-morph said in his hollow voice as he took his time walking over. "It saved me the trouble of hunting you down and making you pay for abandoning the Gyms."

"Hmm, so you were a part of the group that tried to hunt me down?" Ember taunted. She rolled her eyes and added sarcastically. "You did a great job of it, by the way."

"I oversaw the searches for you," he said coldly. "But I had better things to do than chase after a second-rate traitor."

"Yeah, because being a flunky is a much better gig," Ember said sarcastically.

His expression grew even darker and he lunged at her again, his claws glowing with poison once more. Ember stood her ground as she felt fire flare up inside of her and held it, feeling it build. When the Haunter-morph was about to scratch her, Ember released the attack in a single fiery blast. He was blown backwards and he spun through the air before landing near the building from which they had emerged.

Ember swiftly walked over to him and grabbed his head, pricking his face with her claws. His purple spikes had been reduced to ash while his hands were dissipating and more Ghost smoke than ever was draining from his form, leaving his human body thin and limp. He was struggling to remain conscious, his ordinarily narrow eyes wide with fear.

Enough, Pyra hissed. Let us kill him quickly.

Pyra slowly took over Ember's body and drew on all the dark thoughts she had gathered over 150 years. Pyra had never allowed Ember to direct the attack herself because it would drive her insane. Ember didn't complain. Pyra lifted Ember's hand and placed it onto the forehead of the morph, releasing the dark power directly into him. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to fight off the attack, but then he went limp. Ember released him and he fell to the pavement. Dead.

Let's go and help the others, Pyra said, urging Ember to move forward, but Ember's eyes were glued to the morph.

The Ghost smoke was slowly drifting back into his body, which expanded at an alarming rate. Ember stumbled backwards and saw with horror that he was filling back up. A smile once again cracked across his grotesque face.

It's Explosion! Ember realized.

Run!

Ember turned and dropped to all fours, running faster than she could ever remember before. Ember heard the Haunter-morph Explode behind her and was immediately struck by a force so powerful that it lifted her off her feet and pushed her forward. Then debris struck her, slicing her skin as it rammed into her body. Ember curled up into a ball as she was tossed like a rag-doll for what seemed a lifetime as she was struck repeatedly with projectiles. She finally landed on the ground, bleeding from an unknown number of wounds. Her breath wheezed as it struggled to enter her lungs under the beam that was crushing her chest.

Just so lucky.

 

[RainbowMunchies]

Phew! This took so much longer than I thought it would, but i didn't want to let you down. >w> You are such a great RPer, I was like, I better make this good. I hope it's good for you. [/ramble]

Name:
Sirius Tayden

Age:
19

Gender:
Female

Faction:
Rebellious Synthetic—part of the T.B.R.A

Appearance:
Body:
Black eyes and dark brown hair cut in a chin-length bob, typically held back with a large black beret. After a whole life of training, along with good "breeding" (to put it bluntly), Sirius has a very nice body. Her breasts are small, but her legs are long, and her muscle tone on her arms and legs is impressive. She's tall, at an even 6 foot, and her eyes, despite being pure black, are extremely expressive thanks to her long, slim eyebrows. Her skin is a milky white, appearing even more pale thanks to her dark eyes, dark hair, and dark clothes.

Clothes:
Having been uninterested in males most her life, and not caring about much besides joining the T.B.R.A., Sirius' fashion sense isn't very well developed. She mostly wears simple, black, one-piece outfits that allow her to exercise. Her typical outfit is a black, sleeveless cotton dress with a low cut v-neck under which she wears a black sports bra and black under-armour shorts. Her shoes are flat leather boots that lace up the front to about five inches below her knees, and her hair is held back with either a large black beret or a black fabric headband. When it's cold, she has a tight, black leather jacket that she wears. Her black outfit makes her look extremely pale, especially with her already light skin.

Personality:
There has never been a time when Sirius has not doubted the meaning of her existence—to wipe out all the True Borns that once attempted to use her people for scientific purposes. In her opinion, the True Borns created their own demise when they first decided to bring a race stronger than their own into the world and attempted take advantage of that race. She follows Naomi's words as if they were law, and has read the published journal with every spare moment she has, believing every word of it to be complete and absolute truth. Sirius is swift and precise in her killing of True Borns, but will not kill until she is absolutely sure her victim is in fact a True Born. This is because her loyalty goes both ways, and she would be beside herself if ever she accidentally murdered one of her own kind.

When it comes to her people, Sirius will do all she can to aide a fellow Synthetic. She loves young Synthetics, and feels they are the future of her people, and also the most vulnerable of them all. She cannot stand the idea of a True Born hurting a young one, but she has heard of it, and the idea has only strengthens the flames of her burning hatred for the True Borns. She has never liked men that much, and will sometimes become testy around them when put in situations with them for an extended amount of time. This has led her to no romance-- something she feels is absolutely pointless anyway for a race of people who need only test tubes to grow and evolve. Her only true loves are her pokemon. An interesting note, Sirius refuses to kill natural born pokemon. She feels these creatures have been just as abused and wrongfully brainwashed as the Synthetics, and that it's not their fault that they have been forced to fight for the True Borns, regardless of what the pokemon themselves may think (i.e. Pokemon who consider themselves "friends" of humans).

History:
Sirius was born in Sunyshore, and grew up there with the other young Synthetics of the time learning about the creation and attempted captivity of her people from Naomi. What to do to avoid a life imprisonment? It was obvious to Sirius—kill all the humans that had done so much wrong. They did not deserve to live after all they'd tried to do. There was no way to trust True Borns-- they were always trying to trick them, wearing dark contacts to cover their brown or green or blue eyes, and sneaking in to attack the Synthetics, be they children or adults. Naomi's words brought Sirius strength and purpose, and Sirius felt that Naomi was truly a person she could look up to.

As a young child, Sirius was partial to being friends with other girls like herself, and hated the violent little boys that pulled the girl's hair and muddied up their dresses. While most of the other Synthetic children went off to live their lives as usual, growing more use to each other and adjusting to other genders, Sirius fought tooth and nail to be accepted into the T.B.R.A., and once in avoided others in general in her desperation to train herself into perfection. When it was shown through both her self-training and T.B.R.A. academy training that she was serious about her dedication to the safety of the Synthetics, Sirius was given a sandshrew.

Sirius grew up in the academy, with everything the leaders told her only ingraining her beliefs into her mind more so. She became a well-respected member of the team, and went out on her first mission early in her training. It was then she saw how the natural born pokemon were being utilized by the True Borns. They'd found a group of True Borns hiding in a cave, planning a surprise attack of Sunyshore, forcing the pokemon they'd caught to stay with them and starve to death as they waited to attack. The creatures were already half dead, and as Sirius approached one to finish the job, it simply looked up at her and welcomed its fate. It was then she knew there was no way she could murder something that, just like her people, had been so badly treated by the True Borns. She turned away, wincing at the sound of her partner doing the job she refused to do. From then on, it was known and respected that Sirius would not kill natural born pokemon, but the job had to be done regardless—too many things could go wrong saving a pokemon that may have at one point been loyal to a True Born, whether or not it had been so by choice. Many times Sirius would become sick on missions after seeing so many whom she felt innocent murdered, and would have to stand and listen to Dosne purr against her before she'd calm down.

When Sirius had gone on a number of missions, and had even begun some solo missions, she was given a female piplup whose owner had been murdered by a True Born when he'd been out securing the area around Sunyshore. The sad little pokemon was extremely distraught, and wouldn't warm up to Dosne and Sirius for weeks. Soon, after much coaxing, it grew to love cuddling up to Dosne's soft underbelly, and allowing Sirius to hum it songs. It wasn't long after this that the piplup, named Nike by its late owner, grew epically loyal to Sirius and Dosne, and began accompanying the duo on missions. The trio was considered deadly and accurate, especially after both Dosne and Nike evolved. Sirius' success with rehabilitating and befriending Nike brought her to the attention of both Naomi and the heads of T.B.R.A., and she became eligible to become part of a program dealing with the use of Naturalized Pokemon.

At first, Sirius was against the idea, feeling that while Dosne and Nike were like her, and developed to destroy the True Borns that had chosen to be so vicious to others, Naturalized Pokemon were much the same as the natural born pokemon captured and abused by the True Borns. Was it okay to do what she'd despised the True Borns for doing for so long? But her question became moot when the pokemon was finally given to her. She fell in love with the small creature immediately—a runt male minun she named Nayna. It was extremely young when she received it, younger in fact than either Nike or Dosne had been when she'd received them, and she'd had to learn all about raising baby pokemon on top of the initial challenges that went into raising Naturalized Pokemon.

The minun was comparatively weak and small compared to her two Synthesized pokemon, and Sirius had to be very careful for the first couple of weeks that it didn't get wet or cold or too hungry. She was given special leave from her missions in order to better bond with the small creature, and she made of point of leaving Dosne and Nike out of their balls (something she usually did anyway) so that Nayna would become use to them. After a long amount of time, training came, and then finally Nayna was able to begin coming on missions with them all. Sirius was surprised to find that while Nayna was young, his attacks were very effective on the natural born pokemon, compared to how strong Dosne and Nike had been at younger ages. The entire team continued to grow and make a name for themselves, and they are now an extremely well-respected team in the T.B.R.A. Sirius' goals have been partially reached, but she still longs for recognition by Naomi as a useful aspect to the Synthetic people.

Pokémon:
Name: Dosne
Gender : Male
Species: Sandslash

Appearance: Dosne is quite large, standing at almost 4 feet. His claws are extremely large and sharp, stemming from his golden arms with an obvious purpose—to do harm to others. Dosne's spikes are all sharpened to a vicious point, dark brown, and jutt out of the back of his body at varying angles. The spike coming from the center of his forehead is a deep gold, matching his muzzle, arms and legs. The underside of Dosne's face and his stomach are the only soft parts about Dosne, covered in plush cream-colored fur that shines white in the sun. His eyes are the typical black of Syntetic pokemon.
Personality: Dosne is extremely possessive of Sirius, staying close to her at all times and refusing to let anyone besides Nike and Nayna near her. He shares almost all of Sirius personal traits, except for the fact that he is more than capable of working with males, having been raised by one before his time with Sirius. He loves his claws, and was extremely proud to have gained them after evolving. Only Sirius. Nike, and Nayna know that Sirius will fall over purring if scratched right under his chin. This is simply because anyone else who dare try would immediately have a hand swiped off.
History: Dosne was given to Sirius after she proved her determination to the T.B.R.A. instructors. From the beginning, he bonded with her, preferring her devotion and kindness to him in contrast to the kind but distant personality of the man who "hatched" and raised him in the beginning of his life.
Moves: Splice, Crush Claw, Sand Tomb, Gyro Ball, Fury Swipes

Name: Nike
Gender: Female
Species: Prinplup

Appearance: Black, serious eyes are framed by light blue feathers, bordered by a darker blue and split down the center by two golden crowns which merge together to form the rock-hard golden beak. Nike's 2 foot high stature leaves her half the height of Dosne, and she longs for the day when she will evolve and gain an entire foot on him. Until then, she makes up for her height with extremely strong flippers, which are the same dark blue spilling over from the top of her head, and traced in the same light blue as her face. Her stomach is light blue, with four pure white spots forming a square atop her tummy. Her feet sport three large claws, all the same gold of her beak and crowns, and each sharpened to a scarily sharp point—perfect for ripping out throats or tearing open boxes. What keeps the whole thing balanced is her massive tail, dark blue and just as large and strong as her wings. Many a time she's butt-checked smaller pokemon coming at her from behind, sending them flying with a flick of her fanned-out tail feathers.
Personality: Extremely loyal to Sirius and Dosne, but not very partial to Nayna, whom she feels is a bit too childish, and shocks her much too often. Like Dosne, she doesn't fear men at all, seeing as her late trainer was a very kind man who loved his people just as much as Sirius does. Her passion to kill the True Borns who mercilessly murdered her master is matched only by her love for Dosne—not a romantic love, mind you, but more of an undying sibling love. Her favorite thing to do, even though it sounds seriously gory, is take out True Borns with her claws. It makes her feel very accomplished. Sometimes she doesn't agree with Sirius' view on not killing or hurting natural born pokemon. She feels that those who choose to side with the True Borns, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, are no better than the True Borns themselves, and should be taken out. Oftentimes Nike will inflict considerable amounts of damage to natural born pokemon before Sirius can tell her to cut it out. Her headstrong disregard of Sirius' orders in this department has led to quite a few arguments between the two, though they are generally one-sided due to the obvious communication obstacles.
History:Nike's owner was a patrolmen—not the kind of person who would usually see much action on the field. Whilst on patrol one night, she and he were attacked by True Borns. Nike was still young, and under orders from her owner, she ran off to find help being obviously unable to be of any help in battle. By the time she'd gotten to help and brought them back, he'd been long dead. She was then given to Sirius, who with Dosne's help, managed to rehabilitate Nike and give her the chance to kill the True Borns who had so brutally attacked her master. Nike evolved a year or so after joining with the two, and is expected to soon evolve into her next form—an empoleon.
Moves: Metal Claw, Splice, Peck, Hydro Pump, Bubble

Name: Nayna
Gender: Male
Species: Minun

Appearance: Very small, at a little less than a foot high. His body, including his tail and feet, is covered in velvet fur. His paw pads are a dark black. Nayna's ears, paws, and tails are all a dark baby blue, and the markings on his cheeks—two circles—are the same blue with cream colored lines cutting through the centers. His tail is large for his body, often knocking things over and tapping Nayna in the back of his head as he walks, sometimes causing him to turn around to see who's trying to get his attention. His small size and electrical abilities make him perfect for slipping into tight spots and disabling any electric devices the True Borns may have gotten their hands on.
Personality: Always joyful, Nayna will find happiness in any situation, whether it be on a mission or at home. He loves Dosne and Nike like they were his true born siblings, and he adores Sirius more than anything in the world. He doesn't really see any point in hurting the True Borns, but has decided that anything Sirius wants cannot be wrong. When it comes to not harming the natural born pokemon too much (as per request of Sirius), his speed and ability to use Thunder Wave comes in handy. He often asks questions because he is extremely curious about what the world outside the biodome holds, and because he is still rather young. Sometimes he accidentally shocks people when he is excited or happy, but it's never enough to seriously injure anyone, and only sometimes enough to momentarily paralyze poor Nike, whose type (water) is just not good for dealing with such things.
History: Nayna was born into the Biodome and stayed there for six entire months. He doesn't remember much about his time there, except that it was dull and he was trained constantly. He didn't like it at all, and the happiest day he can remember is the one in which he was delivered into Sirius' loving arms. It is from there he feels his life truly began. After a few weeks of recovery outside the dome, he began training with Dosne and Nike, and soon he was ready to come on missions with his new family. He is a valuable asset to the team, being the smallest one out of the four of them, and the strongest against the natural born pokemon.
Moves: Thunder, Spark, Quick Attack, Copycat, Thunder Wave

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

In this sample, Kelani is a girl who lives in a kingdom that inhabits the sky and clouds (i.e. "Flying types"). The pokemon she is riding is a doduo, named Ionas and Colm.

-- His name was Fraco, and he and his silly spearow had been flying around, acting as if they were better than Kelani and her doduo, since before she could even remember. He'd probably fallen out his momma's womb laughing her name with that stupid sneer on his face. Kelani loathed him!

But the priests at the temple had always listened to her angry complaints with thoughtful faces, following up her enraged "huffs" and "puffs" with slow nods and a speech about understanding others and pitying those who felt pain and hatred were the only ways to gain what one wanted.

Every single time Kelani had gone to the temple to vent her frustrations to the priests, she'd walked away discouraged. In all other matters, she felt she could follow the priests' words as if they were law—notes sung by the mythical birds themselves, woven together into phrases of understanding, and love, and strength. But no, this was definitely the one (and possibly only) area where Kelani felt with all her good sense that the priests had no idea what they were talking about.

Fraco and his nasty little girl spearow—which he'd lovingly named Clio—were always bothering Kelani, Colm and Ionas. They made fun of Colm and Ionas, saying their white feathers made them inferior to other bird pokemon. They made fun of Kelani, saying her golden eyebrows matched the "hideous white feathers" on her pokemon's forehead. They even made fun of Kelani's advanced ability to fly and manipulate clouds, calling her an "old woman" and a "freak" and a "witch."

In classes, when they'd first been learning how to fly with their chosen starters, Fraco had sat behind Kelani and tried to distract her, pulling on her long hair and letting his spearow tug on Colm and Ionas' tail feathers. Clio and Fraco would whisper and chirp in their ears to try and mess Kelani, Ionas and Colm up in class, but they hadn't let it get to them, and in the end the trio were the best fliers in the whole school. So good in fact, that they were graduated early, and allowed to live on their own in a house they'd constructed from the clouds. That'd been a rather happy day for Kelani, since the whole town had come to celebrate—even Fraco and his family. She'd gotten to rub her new home in his face, and eat cake, all at the same time!

But now the jerk was standing here, having just graduated from school a few weeks prior, demanding that he and his precious Clio battle Kelani and Ionas and Colm. Kelani had been halfway to her house with a basket of berries she'd flown down on the doduo to get. It hadn't been a fun trip, thanks to a bunch of beedrill getting annoyed at her presence, and she wasn't much in the mood to pacify Fraco of all people.

"I don't feel much like battling today," she relayed to Fraco, turning back the way she'd been walking. The clouds shifted under her, allowing Ionas, Colm, and herself to walk freely towards her parent's home.

"So the witch is scared she and her amazing freak pokemon are going to loose to me and Clio?" Fraco belted after them in a snotty voice. "Retreating before you even lose huh? Smart choice."

But Kelani and the birds were far from retreating. Kelani had stopped at "witch", while Ionas and Colm had made it a few feet further before hearing "freak pokemon". It was just too much for them, and so all three turned around, eyes blazing, and stomped back over to where Fraco was standing.

Upon seeing their return, Fraco took on a smug look, with the sleek little spearow on his shoulder chirping in a rather cocky manner. Kelani gritted her teeth—there were so many times she had wanted to punch this little brat out.

He was shorter than her, with thick black hair, but just as tan as Kelani from his time in the sun. He wore goggles at all times, since they doubled as his glasses, and his outfit, right now at least, consisted of dark blue pants, a light blue sleeveless shirt, and a white sleeveless shirt beneath it.

Around his neck Fraco wore a thick black string, from which hung a dark brown feather (Kelani always assumed it was from Clio's first molt) and a yellow feather. This showed his preference for Zapdos, the legendary bird of uncontrollable power, and Kelani had always detested him particularly for that. The birds were meant to be worshipped as a triad—their strengths and weaknesses balancing each other out to create controlled beauty and power and foresight. Those who chose only one to live by seemed particularly lost to Kelani.

She said a silent prayer to the three birds now, reaching up to squeeze the three feathers around her neck, asking the legendary trio to give her strength for the battle ahead. Behind her, Colm and Ionas bowed their heads in similar prayers. They'd all stopped in front of Fraco, and when Kelani looked up, his spearow had hopped off his shoulder to land on the clouds in front of him.

"Alright then," Kelani finally said, "if you're so determined to get beat, Ionas and Colm will fight your Clio."

Fraco grinned wide, pumping his fist in an exaggerated motion. Kelani took a deep breath, bringing her arms up slowly. Around them, the clouds shifted, then began to swirl. Fraco wasn't surprised—clouds moved all the time up here, and Kelani was known to be an excellent cloud shifter. The space between them grew wider as Kelani took another deep breath, bringing her arms up in front, palms up towards the sky.

Fraco and Clio's forms were transported upon the clouds about 20 more feet back, and then the shifting stopped. Kelani's arms fell, and then she turned slowly to Ionas and Colm. They chirped softly at her before stepping forward into the newly made arena.

Kelani thought carefully about the situation they were in. Clio couldn't be too strong—level 5 at the most. She'd probably know Peck, Fly, and possibly Leer. Ionas and Colm knew Peck, Fly, and Quick Attack, and they'd had plenty of time to practice with their days not spent full of class-hours. She smiled—this was going to be a cakewalk.

"Let's start!" Fraco yelled across the sky. "Clio! Fly at them, quick!"

The spearow gave a chirp before launching into the air. It was quick—something that surprised Kelani for a moment. She regained composer quickly however.

What he doesn't know, Kelani thought with a laugh, is that Ionas and Colm are the fastest runners these clouds have ever seen.

And indeed, without any instruction from Kelani, the doduo dodged the tiny spearow easily, running forward, backwards, and even side to side across the clouds in rapid sprints.

Clio screeched in frustration, reaching her talons out in a desperate attempt to clamp onto something, but Ionas and Colm were always out of her reach. Kelani could see Fraco getting visibly upset across the field.

"That's enough," she called out to Ionas and Colm.

They skidded to a halt, Ionas' chain clinking against his chest. She could see a breeze rustling their white feathers for a long moment. Kelani's hand came up to hold down the three feathers on her own chest, that were tickling her slightly in the breeze. It all seemed to last an eternity, but in truth it was only a moment, and then Kelani was rapidly calling out orders.

"Ionas, shift over and start Flying. Colm—while he's concentrating, I want you to focus on using a Quick Attack to knock that stupid spearow into submission! Aim for its wings!"

"Stupid spearow?!" Fraco fumed, his arms coming down to form fists by his sides.

Above her head, Kelani heard Clio practically hiss.

"Clio! Start working on hitting those two freaks with your Peck attack! Guard your gorgeous wings from them too!"

Kelani rolled her eyes.

Meanwhile, Ionas and Colm had heard Kelani's orders, cocking their heads to the side before replying with a swift nod. They skipped forward a few steps, deftly dodging another attempted attack by Clio, before making a full U-turn and sprinting full force towards Kelani. It seemed they were about to hit her, and even Fraco almost called out in warning, then all at once they were airborne, wiggling into the air with an impossible force, and circling around to Fly towards Clio.

In the air, Kelani could see Com trying to judge when to start his Quick Attack. Once started, the doduo would reach a high speed, and it wouldn't be good to miss Clio and sail right by her. His eyes squinted in concentration.

"Alley-oop!" Fraco cried out of the blue.

Before Kelani could even attempt to figure out what that particular phrase meant, she heard Colm give out a sharp cry. Clio had dived down at a blinding speed, before coming up under Colm and whipping upward to slice at his neck with a Peck. Colm's neck bent downward in reflex, attempting to stop the pain. Ionas was still focusing on Flying, but Kelani could see he was upset.

"Yessss!" Fraco cried, fist pumping the air.

Ionas and Colm were the fastest runners up here in the clouds, but nowhere near the fastest flyers. Their body shape had always put them at a disadvantage to the other birds, and Kelani had been hoping that the mid-air Quick Attack would give them the extra boost of speed they'd need to defeat Clio.

"C'mon guys!" she called up to them. "The strength of the legendary triad is with us! Don't let that cut stop you—I've seen you take worse damage from Prennah!"

Prennah was Kelani's younger sister's pidgey, whom Ionas and Colm often play-sparred with. The mixed message of encouragement seemed to work, and Colm slowly stretched out his head as Ionas dodged another attack from Clio. Kelani could see they need to end this soon, or get it back on the cloud-ground. It seemed the latter wasn't going to happen anytime soon, so it was up to the Quick Attack to pull them through.

"Alright Colm! Just like I said before—aim for Clio's wings with a Quick Attack!"

"Clio!" Fraco shouted, obviously unsure what to say as his pokemon was currently using its only two attacks. "Keep at it! You got em once, do it one more time and they'll be out!"

But Kelani could see now that Colm had his eyes focused on Clio. No matter where she moved, Colm's eyes followed her.

Clio flew at them again, gaining speed as she approached, and Colm took the opportunity. Kelani had thought Clio was going fast, but when the Quick Attack went into action, the large round body of Ionas and Colm became a white and brown blur. The bodies met in a tangling of brown, black, and white. She heard a high pitch whine, and a loud screech. Her breath caught in her throat for one long moment.

On the other side of the field, Fraco was in stunned disbelief. He leaned in carefully, adjusting his goggles against his face, searching for his precious pokemon.

And from the sky fell Clio, screaming dramatically, several feathers missing from her left wing. Above her floated Ionas and Colm, who chirped happily before crying out a rousing call.

"Do!" Colm called defiantly. The vibrations knocked his necklace about, and the breeze caught his feather, blowing it around his face.

"Duo!" Ionas followed up, with just as much gusto, his eyes blurred slightly by the white joyfully shifting around his face in the wind.

They stay floating for a minute more, watching Fraco rush forward and tend to his fallen friend, before circling twice and landing deftly next to Kelani. She patted them each, before walking forward to confront Fraco. He was kneeling down over Clio, telling her it would all be okay. Kelani sighed loudly, causing him to turn his head and look at her in a rather accusatory manner.

"This isn't over," he hissed, picking up Clio in his arms and turning away from Kelani.

But he was dead wrong. As far as Kelani was concerned, this was as over as it could possibly be. She figured he was too stubborn to realize this, but figured she had nothing to lose by informing him of the fact. With Ionas and Colm chirping encouragement behind her, she grabbed Fraco's shoulder and whipped him about. His face was part devastation, part disbelief, but he said nothing as she spoke.

"Don't ever," Kelani said, in a manner suggesting she knew he wasn't going to listen, but she was going to say it anyway and he better listen if he knew what was good for him, "bug me, Ionas, or Colm, or call my pokemon freaks again, or I'll kick your butt like Ionas and Colm just kicked Clio's butt."

And with that, Kelani turned, and walked away to pick up her basket of berries and head to her parent's home, all the while praising Ionas and Colm and telling them how amazing they'd been in battle, and singing thanks into the sky for their victory.

 

[Strikit]

Mira, impressive SU. Accepted.

Rainbowmunchies - Excellent! I love how detailed your history is, and the histories of your Pokemon. Accepted.

dajman1996, I'm afraid your SU is sorely lacking. It's short and there's an overall lack of detail. Denied, for now. But if you can improve it I'll look again.

Reserved list:
KillehKiwi
Megaman765
Caniflyjove

 

[eveelution]

@ Strikit - Hey, I just added movesets, so just tell me if you have a problem with any of them.

Also, do we have an ooc thread for these questions? (Sorry for any inconveniance)

 

[Strikit]

It's fine, eveelution. We don't have an OOC thread yet but we will soon.

 

[pikakip]

Name: Jason "Disaster" Blaid

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Faction: Synthetic: Leader of the Darkhearts (A mercenary group)

Appearance: Jason's appearance is very refined, with some rugged parts thrown in. He stands at a height of 6'7, and he is of an average weight. His dark, black hair is spiked towards the back of his head, and they appear sharp enough to puncture skin. Jason has a scar running from his left ear to the corner of his mouth. his dark black eyes have a tinge of red in the whites. His teeth gleam unnaturally bright when he smirks or glares, which activates one's primal fear. The emotion that Jason broadcasts on his face the most is boredom.

Jason wears two seperate outfits, one for being professional, and one for being casual. Jason's professional suit consists of a black suit and vest, along with a pair of dark pants and shoes. he keeps a handkerchief in his vest pocket, and he always makes sure to keep a minimum of two weapons on him. usually he keeps a dagger in his sleeve, and a collapsible pistol strapped to his leg. On Jason's arm is a weapon of his creation: It is a gauntlet of sorts that he wears around his right arm. It is mostly skeletal, but along the side that touches the radius there is a bulkier part that releases a blade when a heat-activated switch on his wrist is pressed. Jason's Casual outfit consists of a pair of black or khaki pants, black sneakers, and a dark tee with a black Jacket. The Jacket has a hidden slit along the right arm that allows Jason's blade to slide out with ease.

Personality: Jason's personality can be easily compared to the ocean. The surface can be calm, while underneath chaos and calamity may occur. He can just as easily be the opposite, rough and Choppy on the surface, and calm with only a few currents underneath. to summarize this, nothing is as it seems with Jason. He is incredibly deceptive and he can talk people into doing just about anything. He considers many to be underneath him intellectually, and he only considers them to be equals if they don't fall for his Ruses. Anyone who meets him need to stay on their toes because he won't stop trying until he gets you. 'Cause like a fin above water, it's hard to tell if he's a dolphin, or a shark.

When Jason reaches a state of extreme calm, his thinking abilities increase tenfold. Due to this, whenever Jason has to perform an assassination, heist, or other job, he meditates for approximately 3 hours while planning the events that shall occur. Even when there is no job that must be completed within the next 24 hours, Jason still tries to meditate for at least an hour each day, as it can help to take off some of the stress that being an upper-ranked mercenary can generate. If Jason were to go without meditating for longer than a week, the bottled-up stress would cause him to burst. He also tries to maintain his physical fitness by training with other members of the Darkhearts. He spars and does weapon training with them, which occasionally grants him with injuries, although they are never serious.

Jason is capable of rage, and should you ever experience it, you'll come out on the other side dead, or nearly so. Jason has murderous tendencies, as he was created to. The Genes that were specialized to create him intended for him to be a ferocious fighter when the adrenaline kicked in. This had a nasty side effect however; It became incredibly easy to make him angry. When Jason is angry, he is ruthless and bloodthirsty, and he has little to no control of his own actions. Occasionally when he calms down, he is surprised at the damage that he has caused, but he never feels guilty. usually the only thought that ever crosses his mind after one of these "Rage Periods" Is: "Shouldn't have made me mad." This is one of his greatest strengths, as well as one of his greatest weaknesses. Whether it is good or bad is entirely situational. Of course, Jason does take precautions so that he doesn't explode in a public location; He tends to grit his teeth as the first defense, he pops a piece of gum into his mouth as the second defense, and he squeezes a blob of plasticene in his pocket as the third defense. After the third defense, consider running for your life, or facing the consequences.

Of course, anger isn't the only thing that plagues him. Apparently one of the scientists that were working on his genetics decided that it would be amusing if Jason was given a gene that made him more susceptible to the looks and charms of women. to sum it up, Jason has the control of a Pubescent teenager. This can be incredibly frustrating, as a majority of the synthetic female population are incoherently beautiful. He tries to ignore most of the women around him, and when he needs to interact with important women, such as those who are of a high rank in the T.B.R.A., he tries not to do it face-to-face, instead resorting to e-mail or phone to contact them.. Jason has noticed through the little female contact that he's had that he's attracted to women's feet. This irks him, as he has no idea whether or not his 'Foot Fetish' is natural for a male.

When it comes to his pokemon, Jason has only care. He could not imagine ever harming them or giving them to anyone else. He feels a physical connection to both of them, and although they have had rough spots over the time that he owned them, he always makes it up to them, or forgives them for what they've done. Jason would die for both of them, and he entrusts both of them with his life quite often. He doesn't believe that Synthetic pokemon are not meant to exist, and nor does he think that true born pokemon are any weaker, or stronger than their synthetic counterparts.

History: Jason Blaid, Male, Biotic experimentation subject No. 0007. Jason was created in a lab that specialized in the biotic experimentation on Synthetics. Jason was created to be a soldier, nay, a general that would fight for the human armies. Jason was constantly put through strenuous tests, many of them involving stamina and strength challenges. They pushed him to his limits, and then pushed him farther, nearly destroying his body at times. Jason agreed to the tests because he knew nothing else, for this was all that existed in his life. They never allowed him to mingle with the other synthetics, or even have days off. The only time that they weren't experimenting on him or doing test runs was whenever he was recovering from one of his truly deadly tests. The worst reported case was from a battle simulation; his right femur and 3 ribs were cracked, and he had large lacerations all over his body, some went to the bone. It took him over a month to recover, and he had to use a mechanical exoskeleton on his left leg to maintain stability. It was taken off eventually when they inserted several pins in Jason's leg.

Around the time Jason reached the age of 16 years, his scientists (He had begun to call them taskmasters by this point), decided to allow him to mingle with some of the other synthetics. Of course, Jason had been in solitude for most of his time in the experimentation facility, so he had no idea what to do. He ended up bumping into one of the easily angered synthetics, which caused a bit of a commotion. The low grade synthetic didn't stand a chance against Jason's relentless training. Jason killed him with minimal effort. All it took was a palm to the jaw, an elbow to the gut, and a quick twist of the neck. It was over before it started, and Jason was taken away from the other synthetics. He would spend the majority of his remaining time in the facility alone.

Near the time where he killed the other synthetic, the scientists began teaching Jason communication skills and social skills, as both would have been necessary had Jason become a general. They actually translated very well to his later job, a Darkheart merc. So Jason's schedule now mixed training and lessons evenly. Eventually, they decided to test Jason's communication skills in the ultimate test; they set Jason up on a date with a female synthetic. Her name was Kelli Aber, and she was beautiful. The Date made it up to the point where Jason took his eyes off of hers, and happened to notice her…chest. After that, the only thing he said on the date was "Enemhumenamenuh." At one point Jason's hormones took over, and he began acting unconsciously. When the scientists came in, the table was knocked over sideways, Kelli was on her back with her shoes off, they were both missing various articles of clothing, and Jason was crouched over Kelli with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes. They didn't send him on a "Date" after that.

When Jason became 17, He made his first attempt to escape. While he was in the middle of his communications class, while they were going over coercion, Jason made a mistake. The scientist pointed it out, rudely. Jason knocked him to the ground and stomped his skull till all that was left was a mess of blood, flesh, and bone fragments. Jason broke the lock on his door and ran through the hallways, trying to find an exit. Jason brutally killed six scientists before he was sedated and placed in a more reinforced cell. From that point onward, whenever he was being tested, there was always a guard with a tranq gun in the room. Jason would not get his opportunity to escape until about a year later.

The year that Jason turned 19 was the year that His facility was liberated from True-Born control. During the chaos, Jason managed to kill his guard and join up with a liberation group. He assisted them and slaughtered every scientist he came across, and often in the most brutal ways possible. Eventually he came across a cell that had no markings or identification. Jason went in eagerly, and what he saw appalled him. The room contained information on a secret Project. It was codenamed "Dark Heart." It contained information on all of the Biotic Synthetic experiments that took place in the facility. There were thirty different subjects, and seven were dead. How odd that Jason turned out to be number 0007. Jason gathered all of the information that he could, and stuffed it into a folder. He didn't bother with the computers, as he didn't know how to use them. Jason took the folder and tracked the other synthetics down one by one, until they all stood together. They faded into the synthetic society, and they never truly surfaced. It was not until three years later that the Mercenary group known as the Darkhearts appeared.

During the three years that Jason and the other "Dark Hearts" were in the underground, Blaid was continuing his training and getting stronger with every passing day. Jason held the others together, and it was with his leadership that The Darkhearts rose to power. Jason Pushed himself and the others, making them learn their limits, and forcing them to work past it. All the while the group was stealing weapons and supplies, bit by bit, until they had enough to build a foundation. From the foundation rose the walls that made The Darkhearts. And Jason was the metal skeleton that held it all together.

Over the next 6 years, Jason led The Darkhearts to become one of the most powerful mercenary groups in all of Sinnoh. He decided to change his outlook on who to work for and instead went for a highest bidder type motto. He regularly went on missions with his steadily growing crew. It was during a True-born ambush that he ran into Chase Hess. Sensing a brilliant opportunity, Jason decided to make a deal with Chase; Whenever the True-Born resistance group that Chase lived with recovered a large amount of synthetic pokemon, Chase was to drop them off at a secure location, where Jason or one of the other Darkhearts could pick them up. I return, Jason would let Chase go, and he would provide him with secret information on the synthetics. And so the deal was struck.

Eventually The Darkhearts became infamous for their relentlessness and the tasks that they carried out. Jason continued to lead them into success, and the jobs continued to get darker and darker. When Jason carried out his first assassination, he came back changed. Part of him was darker, and all of those around him knew it. No one save a few even remember his name. They merely refer to him as "Disaster".

Pokémon:
Bane
Absol
Female
Attacks: Pursuit, Bite, Swords dance, Suckerpunch, Splice
Appearance: Being Synthetic, Bane does not look Identical to most Absol.; Her colors are flipped, with Her fur being a dark, glossy black, and her horn and claws a pearly white. Her horn is unique in itself, as one side is incredibly sharp, and the other is spiky and jagged. Both sides are incredibly deadly, and she goes out of her way to keep them in top condition. Her tail has the same pattern of deadliness. The gem on her head is a deep red.

Personality:Bane is the type of pokemon that's really far one way, or really far in another direction. There is no neutrality within her. if she has to make a decision, she knows her choice immediately. You can always depend on her for a snap decision. While most true-born Absol can sense disasters with their horns, Bane's ability is a bit different. She can still pick up on disasters, but her main skill is to pick up on secrets. Jason uses this to his advantage, as one's secret is often their weakness as well. Bane will stick by her master till the end, and her choices are always directly in-tune with Jason's.

History: Bane was "born" in a batch of 200 other synthetic Absol, where only 50 were allowed to live. the others were terminated due to insufficient skill. After being trained for a year, they sent her to a Biodome. After about a year, Jason came. He had done a few "Favors," for an important government official, and was given permission to access the Biodome. He caught Bane without using a rental or a guard. Jason later nicknamed her Bane because she had given him two large gashes, one across the back, and another across the torso. He called her "the Bane of his health," and he made the name stick.

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(Okay, This may be a bit odd, but I linked it in with the whole Eevee having unstable DNA and the Synthetic pokemon being genetically different from True-born pokemon. When cloned, occasionally a flaw shows up in the genetic coding. With eevee, there's one specific set of Chromosomes that keeps the barriers between its evolutions solid. When an eevee goes through evolution, a genetic "wall" begins to form, which prevents the eeveelution from de-evolving. When the cloning process began with Chaos's DNA, the trait for evolution control, along with the trait that prevented him from resuming his form as an eevee became flawed. As a result, Chaos can freely change between Evolutions. However, the process of de-evolving wears him out to the point of fainting, so he really is the Final defense. Chaos also can't control his evolutions, so he may randomly evolve while walking, or he may evolve into an evolution that is weak to his opponent. Chaos may also de-evolve before a battle is over, resulting i an instant faint. Jason tries to keep him secret.)

Chaos
Eevee(/lutions)
Male
Last Resort, Quick attack, Take Down,

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Hydro Pump, Shock wave, Flamethrower, Extrasensory, Crunch, Leaf Blade, Powder Snow

Splice
Appearance: (And so the confusion begins...) Before mutation, Chaos looks fairly average for an Eevee, brown fur, poofy tail, cute looks...Where Chaos begins to differ is his ears. His ears resemble whichever eeveelution that he was most recently. So if he had just been and umbreon, than he would have Umbreon's ears, only with Chaos's fur coloration.
Personality: Just as pokemon can have changes in personalities as they evolve, Chaos's changes every time he evolves and devolves. Generally his eevee form has the same personality whenever he devolves. Whenever Chaos is an eevee, he is extremely calm and playful. He enjoys playing with Jason and Bane on a regular Basis, although he usually ends up just pissing Bane off.

History: Chaos's birthplace is unknown, but The location where Jason came by him is known. A man named Zeto Paloni Owned Chaos and he treated him poorly to the point of near death. Jason sympathized with Chaos, and he began planning to assassinate Zeto. All it took was a clean slice to the neck, and Zeto was dead. Jason took Chaos's pokeball from the body and left, earning him a new teammate.

RP Sample: I use Shierk's dream sequence as my RP sample. I'll post it later.

 

[Tuxedo Clank]

Just a small question before I start considering joining with all my revision. Are the eyes the only way that the Clones can tell each other apart from true borns? If so, can a True Born wear black coloured contact lenses and integrate into Synthetic society?

 

[Strikit]

Yes. A Synthetic will have pure black irises, but that is the only difference between a Synthetic and a True Born. Besides that, a Synthetic is more likely to be well groomed than a True Born due to the latter having to live in secrecy.

 

[dajman1996]

Name: Brendan Wallis

Age:22

Gender: Male

Faction: True Born

Appearance: In any room Brendan walks in or area he looks like an easy target to get at, since his skinny character, after the first impression passes as an broken arm or leg he is suddenly the big guy in the room. Brendan's eyes are bright blue like his mothers and his body build like his hair, he somehow got brown hair since his mother has blonde hair and his father has black hair. Brendan is not the most stylish person in the world but his trademark wear is usually a red bandana, black tracksuite jacket with verticle red lines and pants.

Personality: Brendan is a active character and kind a one he can also change into an aggresice one if nessccerary, he loves friends and the people close to him, he likes trying new things or taking risks and being adventureous. Many people used to look up to him which he likes aswell but not in a superior way. He hates any legendary Pokemon since one side of his family was killed in the cross fire of 2 legendaries when he was 10 and he will explode if he hears any mention of an legendaey.

History: Brendan was a son of one of the trainers in Vielstrone city, he was raised up well until the Synthetic came and put them out of society. After living on the edge he started to get fitter and be more adventurous, his family after the Synthectic came only concists of his Dad and him. His dad trained Brendan up to a fit figure and became his Mentor aswell. During that time Brendan has faced off with theives, bandits, team galatics decendents and very wild Pokemon. After reaching the age of 22, Brendan's father had made one last request by his dying bedside after just barley surviving an attack from a raging Gyrodos, he told Brendan to go off and start his adventure since there is nothing more he can teach him and he will join the rest of the family in a short time. Brendan set off to Ertena to find refugee there. He is currently in Eterna Forest looking for shelter for Pyro.

Pokémon:
Name: Pyro

Gender: Male

Species: Charmander

Appearence: Pyro's size makes him look like a weak target to his enemies but that is just there to fool them like Brendan. Pyro is always considered judging by his size the rookie or underdog. Pyro always carries his trademark smile whenever there's a chance. He is very unpredictable which makes him useful for fooling Pokemon.

Personality: Pyro is only fierce when in Battles and meeting a stranger, but he acts like a fun friend and Pet to play with people he knows like Brendan. He has a strong grudge on flying Pokemon since they abducted his family. Pyro is unlike his trainer in other ways like he is always being stubborn, doesn't want to be adventureous and is very active since he was spoilt by Brendan the first month he was found.

History: Pyro lived off land in a volcano with his family, they had to fight to get food, Pyro was the only child in the family and his parents gave him all he needed. At one stage, Pyro had started to fight for his family to earn more food for them unfortunatly he was still in an early stage and lost, this made him stunt his growth. One day Salamace's abducted his Parents and the shock caused him unable to evolve. He was found by Brendan while searching for food in one of the Vielstone City's garbage. After a few weeks of nursing Pyro back to health he became Brendan's first Pokemon!

Moves: Fire Blast, Flamethrower, Rock Smash, Slash

RP Sample: Brendan had just commando rolled out of the Buneary's Ice Beam! While in action he formulated a plan to take down the aggresive Pokemon. Before the wild Pokemon could attack again, Brendan threw a Pokeball in the air and Pyro came out! "Ok Pyro show it your stuff!" Brendan shouted, Buneary attacked again with Ice Beam but Pyro in time used his signature move Fire Blast! When Both attacks collided, an massive explosion erupted knocking Brendan over. Quickly recovering he saw Pyro lying down motionless! "PYRO!!!!" Brendan cired in despair as he ran to his fallen Pokemon.

Ok this is a re-write hope I get accepted

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[Strikit]

dajman1996, you get an A for effort for retrying but you still have some serious spelling errors, and your story doesn't check out. I just don't see it happening for one of his family members to be killed by legendary Pokemon, since they're incredibly rare for anyone to see one, never mind two. Also, your sample post is nowhere near what I'm looking for.

https://www.pokecommunity.com/showthread.php?t=210570&page=5

That is a page from my other RP. Look at the post lengths there, that's more what I'm looking for. I understand some posts must come up short, but the shortest I require is a paragraph, perhaps two, and that's only in the rarest of circumstances. I'm going to have to call you denied again, but you can try one more time.

 

[LordSephy]

I can't wait for this RP to start, it shall be fun

 

[dajman1996]

Name: Brendan Wallis

Age:22

Gender: Male

Faction: True Born

Appearance: In any room Brendan walks in or area he looks like an easy target to get at, since his skinny character, the first impression passes as an broken arm or leg he is suddenly the big guy in the room. Brendan's eyes are bright blue like his mothers and his body build like his hair, he somehow got brown hair since his mother has blonde hair and his father has black hair. Brendan is not the most stylish person in the world but his trademark wear is usually a red bandana, black tracksuite jacket with verticle red lines and pants.

Personality: Brendan is a active character and kind a one he can also change into an aggresice one if nessccerary, he loves friends and the people close to him, he likes trying new things or taking risks and being adventureous. Many people used to look up to him which he likes aswell but not in a superior way. He hates mostly theives trying to steal from him and his Dad and first it's annoying than he just hates them and consider them as his enemies.

History: Brendan was a son of one of the trainers in Vielstrone city, he was raised up well until the Synthetic came and put them out of society. After living on the edge he started to get fitter and be more adventurous, his family after the Synthectic came only concists of his Dad and him. His dad trained Brendan up to a fit figure and became his Mentor aswell. During that time Brendan has faced off with theives, bandits, team galatics decendents and very wild Pokemon. After reaching the age of 22, Brendan's father had made one last request by his dying bedside after just barley surviving an attack from a raging Gyrodos, he told Brendan to go off and start his adventure since there is nothing more he can teach him and he will join the rest of the family in a short time. Brendan set off to Ertena to find refuge there. He is currently in Eterna Forest looking for shelter for Pyro.

Pokémon:
Name: Pyro

Gender: Male

Species: Charmander

Appearence: Pyro's size makes him look like a weak target to his enemies but that is just there to fool them like Brendan. Pyro is always considered judging by his size the rookie or underdog. Pyro always carries his trademark smile whenever there's a chance. He is very unpredictable which makes him useful for fooling Pokemon.

Personality: Pyro is only fierce when in Battles and meeting a stranger, but he acts like a fun friend and Pet to play with people he knows like Brendan. He has a strong grudge on flying Pokemon since they abducted his family. Pyro is unlike his trainer in other ways like he is always being stubborn, doesn't want to be adventureous and is very active since he was spoilt by Brendan the first month he was found.

History: Pyro lived off land in a volcano with his family, they had to fight to get food, Pyro was the only child in the family and his parents gave him all he needed. At one stage, Pyro had started to fight for his family to earn more food for them unfortunately he was still in an early stage and lost, this made him stunt his growth. One day Salamace's abducted his Parents and the shock caused him unable to evolve. He was found by Brendan while searching for food in one of the Vielstone City's garbage. After a few weeks of nursing Pyro back to health he became Brendan's first Pokemon!

Moves: Fire Blast, Flamethrower, Rock Smash, Slash

RP Sample: (Ok this is going to be my final one)
Sade is slipping her English book into her schoolbag when Mama screams. Two sharp cracks splinter the air. She hears her father's fierce cry, rising, falling.
"No! No!"
The revving of a car and skidding tyres smother his voice. Her bag topples from the bed, spilling books, pen and pencil on to the floor. She races to the verandah, pushing past her younger Femi in the doorway. His body wooden with fright.
"Mama." She whispers
Papa is kneeling in the driveway, Mama partly curled up against him. One bare leg strethces out in front of her. His strong hands grip her, trying to halt the growing scarlet monster. But it has already spread down her bright white nurse's uniform. It stains the earth around them. A few seconds, that is all. Later, it will always seem much longer

Ok last chance if not I'll become a fan of this.

 

[Zamorak]

I think i'll try this out.
Name: Skar Johnson
Age: 17
Gender:Male
Faction:Natural-born
Apperance:
Caucasin
dark brown eyes due to this fact he can wear lightly colored sunglasses to make eyes look black.
Dark brown hair(mostly unkempt and messy)
Roughly 5"6'
Sticks to wearing a gray hoodie, jeans, and red and black running shoes.

Personality:
has trouble trusting anyone, true-born or otherwise. If he suspects he is being lied to he will push for the truth at all cost. He is very goal-oriented and will not let anything get in his way. His goal is to destroy those who took his family from him and to bring power back to the true-borns.

Skar also will help any true-born he comes in contact with, unless he has reason to think they will betray him. He also holds no moral boundaries for usurping power from the synths and empowering true-borns, going so far as to lie, steal, and injure others. He also realizes that most synths have been brainwashed and tries to avoid killing synths for this reason.

History: Skar was born into a family running from the synths with his parents, and two sisters. He took a high interest in engineering, science, and math and his parents managed to steal Skar a few school books from one of the more isolated synth houses. At age 8 Skar's family was murdered by the T.B.R.A when his father was captured and ratted out that his family was hiding in the nearby forest so he could have his life spared to be a reproductive drone.

Skar had been shot in what the soldier had thought had been his heart but, due to a 1 in roughly 9000 chance, had a bodily anomaly putting his heart on the other side of his body, thus, Skar had only been wounded. Skar spent several days lying on the ground, surviving on water he got from a puddle near where he fell and not eating at all. Once the wound had healed Skar wandered the land surviving on bugs, berries from wild trees, and, very rarely,fish when he could catch it.At age 12 he found an egg that eventually hatched into an female Eevee he named Odessa. When he made it to age 14 he found a small community of true-borns. He decided to live with them and eventually made friends with a girl named Chell.One night,four months after joining the true-born community, Skar, Odessa, and several other members of the community to get food and weapons for the camp Odessa evolved from an Eevee into an Umbreon.Sometime when he was 15 Skar realized that he cared for Chell beyond a friendship.When he turned 16 the camp was raided by a large group of rebellious synths. Skar, Umbreon, and a few others true-borns he was not familiar with survived, when they returned to the camp at night to they found Chell, begging with the synths not to kill her. The synths killed her with a bullet to the head while she cried for mercy. After Chell was killed what was left of the true-borns of the camp attacked the synths, and succeeded in killing all but one of them who was dying quickly. Skar confronted the Synth and asked him who was responsible for the raid. "I'll tell you who is responsible for this raid just so he can kill you himself" he had said with a smirk, "Reben" the synth said,then he fell silent. That night Skar took a gun, and a TM off one of the synth's dead bodies, and with Umbreon left to find the man responsible for the raid of what was once his home.

Pokemon:
Name:Odessa
Gender:Female
Species:Umbreon

Appearance:Is 108cm in height and has yellow eyes. Odessa is extremely agile and her black fur also makes her hard to see in low light with a lighter shade of black on her ears and chest. Odessa has a darker yellow fur then most other Umbreons also helping to make her harder to see at night.Odessa also has extremely sharp teeth, strong legs, and her tail is completly black.

Personality: Odessa is extremely attached to Skar and does anything she can to make him happy. Odessa is also more open to other people the Skar is and is also more outgoing in showing kindness to others. Odessa is also angered more easily then Skar and may attack those who she has negative feelings towards. Odessa is also quite fond of sneaking up on people and listening to their conversations without them knowing. She is able to communicate with Skar using various ear,eye, tail, and body movements.

History: Hatched by Skar as an Eevee in a forest and raised mostly off berries. Odessa was cared for completly by Skar until Odessa was 19 monthes old, when Skar found the small True-born community. Odessa then helped Skar make friends with a girl named Chell by showing her kindness that nearly rivaled what she showed Skar, although she would never show anyone else as much as him. Skar,Chell, and Odessa became a good group of friends although Odessa always showed more kindness to Skar more then Chell. When Odessa reached 23 months she evolved during a night raid with Skar. Odessa then started training with the other true-borns pokemon to try and get stronger to help protect the village and Skar. When Odessa was 43 months the true-born community was raided and Chell was killed. Odessa herself killed the one who had killed Chell and then left the camp with Skar who later taught her Pshychic using a TM he had stolen off the body of one of the Synths. Odessa is now 55 months old.
Moves:Tackle, Faint attack, Psychic, and Quick attack

RP sample:
Skar put on his sunglasses and put Odessa into her ball, although he knew she hated it and felt bad for having to do it but knew that if anyone saw her eyes they would immdiately be figured out as true-borns. He then slid into the town of synths, watching for hostility in every single persons eyes. He needed to get some information and the only place he could get it was in this town, were he had heard talk of someone in power coming to visit. He needed more information before he acted though and even though he held absolutely no trust for anyone in the village he did believe that he could overhear something of value. As Skar sat, sipping drinks, paying with money he had stolen from a wallet of a man, now probably just realizing his wallet was gone, he listened closely to the various conversations taking place in the restaurant. He caught snatches of conversation here and there. "... lost $50,000 gambling...","...needs to see a doctor...","...true-born right there..." Skar froze as he heard the last bit. "... in the middle of his house, eating food he had stolen from..." Scar calmed down and focused on hearing the conversation of the guy who lost $50,000 gambling thinking if he had that much to blow he must eithier be rich, or stupid and if he was rich he was probably powerful, with friends in power. "...Couldn't believe it..." Skar focused harder on hearing there conversation "...dude has a friend way high up there, got Naomi Johnson to pay-off his debts..." the conversation faded out as a large group entered the bar and sat next to him. Skar was extremely intrigued by the conversation at the mention of the synth president and strained to hear more of the conversation. "...Coming...week...","...Big speech..." the conversation suddenly became easier to hear. "...Someones listening to us." Scar didn't realize he had been leaning and slowly swayed back into an upright position. He heard footsteps coming towards him and didn't wait, just set the wallet on the table and walked out hearing the door close behind him. He then broke into a jog, the door opened behind him, "Get back here!!!" he heard a man shout and then Skar went into a full sprint, rounded the corner then ran as fast as he could to the outskirts of town.

Sorry this RP isn't better, i'm just a little tired.

 

[Strikit]

I commend your tenacity, dajman1996, but I just don't think you'd be able to keep up with the post length. I'm going to have to say denied.

Zamorak, your SU almost put me off, but your sample won me over. Keep in mind that detail is lovely, I thrive on it, and so does everyone else, but you're accepted.

 

[KillehKiwi]

Name: Colbie Veronica Avian
Age: 19-21 (Physically, no EXACT) Biologically Unknown
Gender: Female
Faction: Synthetic; Rebellious

Appearance:
First off, Colbie is a natural beauty. Being a Synthetic, the scientist who cloned her, cloned her to be one of the most beautiful they ever had, as an experiment with combining genes from several True Borns, to make one Synthetic with the extreme of said gene. Colbie just happened to be the one to be experimented for beauty on. Colbie is very tall, and slim, with long, tanned legs, and a slightly curved shape to her body. Her body has the show of being moderately active and athletic, but is also feminine; Colbie takes very good care of her cloned body and skin.

Colbie has a heart-shaped face, with a small, petite mouth, slightly turned up small nose, and medium-sized ears. Her eyes are coal-black, like every Synthetic, and she has never wished them to be coloured. She is very proud of her Synthetic nature, and finds True-born quirks to be detestable. She has golden-blonde hair, what flows to her waist in elegant curls, which she straightens from time to time. Colbie's hair is un-dyable, which means that she cannot dye her hair different colours. She found that it washes out at the first wash, and she believes it to be a strange Synthetic quirk.

Colbie is a natural girly-girl, it was basically etched into her genes from her 'birth'. She loves all light colours, and destests browns, greys, blacks, and orange. She likes to wear skirts and shorts, but will not be caught dead in sweats, even when she's exercising. She likes to show off her legs, so she tries to steer-clear of longer pants besides jeans. Colbie likes silk above most clothing materials, and detests all woolen products, including coats, hats, and gloves. Her absolute favourite outfit of her large collection of clothes consists of:

White denim jean short-shorts, with blue-stitched trim and a small cross-stitched star on the right front pocket. A blue, purple, and white blotched silk tube-top like shirt, with a neatly tied bow in the back. This shirt is longer, and goes to halfway cover up her jean shorts. For shoes, she usually wears heels like white strappy sandel-heels, the heel around three inches high, with one purple strap over her perfectly blue-coloured pedicured toes. Her hair is usually down and curly, the curls making her hair bouncy and fun. She pulls back some of her top hair into a small ponytail, which lays on her underhair, and gives Colbie a more finished look.

Colbie loves to accessorize, just lie every young fashionista does. She loves to wear purple, blue, and white bangles with the above outfit, and multiple colourful and silver rings and toerings. Her fingernails are painted blue, to match her toes. Her favourite earrings are simple sterling silver hoops, and a diamond stud in her second piercing. Also, she usually wears simple silver studs in her cartilage piercings. Colbie likes make-up of all kinds. She loves to sit in front of her vanity and match up her eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow with her new outfit, and lipgloss. She keeps her eyebrows very up-to-date, so they are always perfectly waxed and arched.

Colbie never unnaturally tans, like in booths or spray-tans. She always naturally tans in the outdoors, and finds that not tanning naturally is gross and can badly damage your skin. (I.E. Skin cancer, dry skin, etc.) She also doesn't whiten her teeth, she likes to use her home-remedies to keep her teeth white and sparkling, like brushing with lemon juice or letting a special home-made, all-natural paste sit on her teeth for an hour.

Personality:
On the outside, Colbie seems to be a perfectly normal girl. Well, that's because she's very good at acting normal. Colbie is metally insane and unstable, and has been for a few years now. Colbie first started to become unstable when they, the scientists who cloned her, informed her that she was not a naturally borne human, that she had been cloned from the genes of several different True-Born women. She's very good at hiding her mental issues, and acts like a completely normal girl. Most of the time.

Colbie has a sweet side, but it's not like the sweetness of True-Borns. It's synthetic, just like her birth. It isn't real, just a mirage to mask her true insanity from her victims. She uses a different kind of sweetness, using it in a sinister way to get what she wants. Her form is deceitful and cunning, masking her true goals with innocence. She finds it funny how most true-borns she finds are so gullible, and are easily fooled by her mascarade. She is sinister, deceiving, and hateful at heart, which came with her insanity. She's an amazing actress, having to learn the tricks of the trade to get where she wants to be. She's a natural temptess, using her extreme beauty to lure those weak at heart and mind to do her bidding. She's a flirt, but hurts those that fall for her. She has no conscience. Only her insanity. She's even gone as far as to either; 1. Trick True-Borns into believing she's one of them, but disguised as a Synthetic. Or 2. Wear colour-contacts to trick them into thinking she's mortal. She is safe from being mistaken as a True-Born, killed by the T.B.R.A, because she is well-known in the Synthetic society. Although, she refuses to join the T.B.R.A, becuase she prefers to work alone.
Colbie finds True-Borns to be a complete waste of space and oxygen. She hates them with every fibre of her artificial being, and she's damn proud of it. Colbie will kill, not just muliate, but murder any True-Born that she finds. She has no sympathy for them wha-so-ever, and will even go as far as to kill those Synthetics that she knows who sympathize with those 'disgusting creatures'. She is well-trained in the art of killing and deceiving, and she's prized by the T.B.R.A for her talents. All of the other Sythetics are well aware that she is insane, but she acts more normal when she's not thinking about the meaning of her life, or True-Borns. As said above, she's very good at acting sane, but on the inside, she's a bubbling mess of mentally unstable goo.

Colbie's insanity is believed to be caused by refusal to believe that she has not true place on the Earth. She struggled with the fact that she wasn't conceived and borne naturally, and that she really shouldn't exist. These thoughts drove her into depression, suicidal thoughts, and eventually her completely insane state that she is in now. Now she finds natural birth disgusting. Who would want to be born messily from a woman, anyway? Revolting.

Colbie really doesn't have a kind, sweet side. At all. She's serious all of the time. Seriously. She doesn't remember that last time she's laughed. Well, the last time she laughed in the good way, not the insane giggles or maniac cackles that escape her lips. She smiles, but it's usually just a faint ghost of one, and you only see her teeth when she bares them like a rabid animal when she's in one of her hysteric rages. Her only real emotions are hatred, anger, rage, seriousness, and just a blank, empty emotion. She hasn't actually smiled since she was a newer Synthetic, since she was acquainted with Adam. The only time she ever shows happy emotions is when she's playing True-Born, when she acts normal.

Colbie can be set off if you even mention the word 'True-Born', or even just the word 'natural'. And you really don't want to see her mad, because she will kill you. She has no remorse, especially for true life. Her temper can be set off by the slightest thing, but it usually isn't by her fellow Synthetics. She has no mercy, for Synthetics, True-borns, and Pokemon alike. She will kill you at no personal cost, and you would be wise to tread lightly, and keep her happy.

The last thing you should know about Colbie, is that she's a feminist. She may be a flirt and a temptess, but she has a tendency to have a preference for females over males when she's choosing something, like if she's assigning someone to some important job, she'd most likely pick a woman.

History:
Colbie was borne, like all Synthetics, in a research lab, the same one where Adam was borne and housed in. She doesn't remember her birthday, even though she was 'borne' fully grown, another experimental process the scientists were conducting at the time. Colbie's birth records were lost by a lazy secretary, and never seen again after that, so nobody knows how old Colbie actually is. Scientists have deduced that she is physically nineteen to twenty-one, but biologically, they're guessing a good amount older.
Something in her genes was corrupted when she was made, and her features will not change with age. This may be an average girl's dream, but it doesn't matter to Colbie. She finds worrying about age and what others think of you overrated and weak, too True-Born like.

Colbie lived in the laboratory in a room next to Adam's. She didn't have many friends at first, but soon became more charasmatic with time. She became friends with Adam quickly after that, and some believe that they were involved in a romantic relationship, Colbie and Adam both deny it. Colbie was somewhat resented by other Synthetics, as she was the most beautiful of everyone there. Even most female scientists detested her. But, at the beginning, she was sane and naive. She didn't notice the mean glares and nasty comments.

Colbie didn't actually know that she wasn't a 'natural' human until many years after her creation, and she wasn't always insane. She had been told at the beginning that she was sick, and her memory was lost of the past, and where she was was a hospital to run tests to help her remember. She accepted that as truth, until Adam informed her of her true origins. Colbie had to believe Adam, as he was her best friend. She had a panic attack, and fainted. When she awoke, the scientists explained to her what and who exactly she was. Colbie was so shocked, that she went into a coma that night.

When Colbie awoke, it was four months after she was told. She believed it all to be a dream, and went on as she did before she went into the coma. But the scientists that were testing her, became more sinister. The tests began to cause excruciating pain, nothing like Colbie was used to. She was never used as what the Synthetics called a 'gene pool', however. 'Gene pool' is a slang term used by the most bitter Synthetics, which means they only wanted you for the good genes they could use for another Synthetic, like, in Colbie's case, beauty and agelessness. She was able to avoid dropping to that low on the food chain, how she did it, nobody knows.

Colbie didn't accept that she was a Synthetic until later in her life. She was being tested for exactly why her age wasn't showing in her features, and she was crying from the terrible pain she was suffering from the incinsions they had made in her arms. She didn't understand why they didn't stop the hurt, until she glanced at a computer.

It read 'Colbie Veronica Avain, Sythetic homo sapien. Female, biological age unknown. Physical age; 19 years to twenty one years. Mated: No. ' the facts on her whole life went on and on. This is the time when she started going insane. She wouldn't believe that humans could care so little, even if she wasn't supposed to be alive. She ran from the room, hysteric, but was caught and sedated by a guard.

That's when she really lost it.

Outside, she was the normal, beautiful Colbie everyone and known. Inside, she was rotting away like an apple. Pretty and perfect and red on the outside, but rotten and brown at the first bite. She stewed in her own self-pity and longing, until Colbie was gone, replaced by a more sinister, insane girl that nobody knew. She had heard so much from the scientists, those scientists stupid enough to speak against Synthetics among them. They said how they were disposable creatures, some even said they shouldn't be allowed to live after their testing was over.

Colbie started to crave blood, spilled blood. Of those True-Bornes who thought they were so much better because they were born from a 'real' woman and man's joining. She started to plot to kill her guards and the scientist, ignoring Adam's pleas for her to think about what she was planning.
He planned the break out partially for Colbie's sake, and she was one of the first to get away. She hid in the forest, plotting with her fellow Synthetics to take over the True-Born world, the world they believed that had a right to be in. It happened, they took over. And Colbie resides in Sunyshore, in a rather large house by the ocean. She is almost never home anymore, she's usually out hunting down True-Borns now adays.

But right now, she's residing in her Sunyshore house, plotting. She's been there for around three and a half weeks, never moving from her spot in her study apart from food and beverage. She is working towards the EXTERMINATION.

Pokémon:
Species: Luxray
Gender: Female
Nickname: Inabikari
Born: Synthetic
Moves: Spark, Thunder, Thunder Fang, Charm, Splice

History: Luxray was aquired as a mere Shinx right before the Synthetics broke out of the laboratory. Colbie stole the Synthetically born Pokemon from the lab before she got out of the lab herself. There really isn't much you need to know about Luxray, she hasn't had a very interesting past. Most of it was filled by training and punishment, and Colbie warping her mind against anything True-Borne.

Personality: Luxray is almost as crazy as Colbie herself is. Colbie trained her seriously hard, and the strain of her body drove her insane over time. She is the Pokemon twin of Colbie, and is helps in her killings on a regular basis. Luxray is maniac and insane, working only towards killing off all True-Borns and leaving Synthetics as supreme rulers. She will kill on the first word from Colbie, or, more likely, the first gesture or meeting of a True-Born.

Species: Mismagius
Gender: Female
Nickname: Tamashi
Born: Synthetic
Moves: Magical Leaf, Shadow Ball, Captivate, Torment, Toxic

History: Mismagius was obtained a good long while after Luxray was, Colbie wanting to train up her one Pokemon to the max before she started to work on another. Mismagius was made in a breeding lab in Sunyshore, and Colbie paid a pretty penny to get her. Mismagius was also harshly trained, maybe even more so than Luxray. Colbie was satisfied with the turn out of Luxray, so she wanted the same out of Mismagius.

Personality: Mismagius is also insane, but not as extreme as Colbie or Luxray. She isn't as bloodthirsty, but she does have a very crazed side that won't hesitate to kill if provoked. She's loyal to Colbie and the Synthetics, but shows a few Sympathetic traits. Colbie tried her hardest to beat them out of her, and they basically are. Her loyalty to Colbie is much stronger than any sympathy to True-Borns. She will kill for Colbie on the first word, just like Luxray.

Species: Gardevoir
Gender: Female
Nickname: Nozomi
Born: Synthetic
Moves: Confusion, Teleport, Attract, Psychic, Wish

History: Gardevoir is Colbie's most recent Pokemon, given to her by a 'friend' as a very random 'birthday' gift. Gardevoir was a mere Ralts, but, as a result of Colbie's harsh training, quickly grew to a Gardevoir in record time. Gardevoir almost never goes into her Pokeball, like Colbie's other two Pokemon. Colbie finds Pokeballs to be unneeded, as her Pokemon wouldn't dare try to run off or even faint from exhaustion. That just doesn't happen.

Personality: Gardevoir, unlike her master and Colbie's other two Pokemon, is not insane in the slightest, although she pretends to be. Gardevoir endured the painful training silently, and was able to hold onto her sanity while she did so. Her psychic powers could be a reason why she was able to hold on. She is a very calm Pokemon, and hates killing, although she has to. She pretends to like it so she can keep an eye on Colbie, and her killing habits. Although she does care for her Master, she would betray her to the True-Borns for medical help, since Colbie is so far gone from her mind. Luxray and Mismagius are suspicious of Gardevoir, bu there is no proof, and Colbie seems to be oblivious. Gardevoir is in fact a Sympathetic Synthetic Pokemon, but wants to help Colbie with her mental issues first and foremost.


RP Sample: Jooh know meee, Strikitt, but I can write up something if you wishh. ;D


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