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Hero of the Day (Trainer RP) (PG 13+)

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Name: Taro Zenbu
Gender: Male
Age: 14
Appearence: Taro has light colored skin, short, blond hair, and cheasnut colored eyes. Dispite his love for food, he is surprisingly thin, and stands at about 4'11. His normal attire consists of a white T-shirt with a red stripe crossing diagonally from the right side of his body, and a pair of blue Jeans. On his head he wears a red beanie with a small pokeball logo embroidered on the front, and around his wrist he wears a black Poke'Gear, compliments of his dad.

Personality: Taro is the kind and generous type of person. As stated below, he loves food and cooking it, and if he is ever able to pay someone back somehow, it usually is by making them a meal. He loves seeing people enjoying the food he makes. He is very accepting of other peoples feelings and views, and it is very hard to pick a fight with him. During battle, Taro has a great deal of determination and trust in his pokemon, and dosn't tend to lose his cool in tough situations. Very sportsmanlike, he never complains about losing a battle. In the end, the point is to have fun, not to win (Though winning is a very nice consolation.) Because Taro has not stayed in a single neighborhood very long, he has no long-term friends to speak of.

History: Taro is the son a man who was very high up in the Poke'Gear corporation, creators of the watch that took the Jhoto region by storm. The wide sucess of the product has made his family considerably wealthy, with Taro living what many would call a privleged life.

With Taro's dad needing to travel all over the world for buisness and such, the boy has been to many places, and seen many sights. It seemed his family was never rooted to one place. While traveling around, Taro had the chance to taste the food from places all over the world, and soon enough, a love for the culinary arts. Once he had figured out how to, he became somewhat of an aspiring cook, taking recipes from all over the world, and even coming up with some of his own. Though Taro got to see many places, he never exactly got to go where he wanted to go. He knew there were places out there famous for their food, some for their sights, and some for their cultural heratige, and that traveler that had been born inside of him wished to go there. See the places that intrested him, without his dad having to have some buisness job there. And so, he decided to start out on a pokemon journey.

Strengths: Cooking.
Hometown: Originally from Goldenrod City, but wouldn't exactly call that his hometown, because his family moves around so much.
Popularity: He isn't very well known, having moved around so much that he never really got a permanent place in any neighborhood.
Starter choice: Munchlax (Kiga)
Your Dream: To become a world-famous chef. He has also thought about getting into the pokemon coordination field, using his cooking skills to create the perfect poffins for his pokemon. He may challenge gyms for fun, but does not plan on becoming pokemon leauge champion. In the immedate future though, to broaden his horizons.

Intro Post: Taro strained himself as he hauled a large box out of the moving van. He really didn't know why his parents were making him help with moving the boxes into their new Viridian City home, they had machoke hired to do specifically that. He didn't complain though. He never went against the word of his parents.

Finally reaching the table, he let the box down. While not exactly as heavy as his mom's boxes of books, it still had caused him a fair bit of trouble. Opening the box, he found its contents to be kitchen utensils. Oh the irony.

"Taro." Came a mans voice. It was Taro's father, accompanied by his mother, who came into the room. "That makes about everything out of the van. Sorry if it was too much trouble."

"Not at all!" The boy replied modestly. "The least I can do. After all, I am leaving tomorrow."

"You'll visit, right?" His mom asked in a desperate tone of voice. "And you have our phone numbers registered in your Poke'Gear, right?"

"Easy honey." Taro's father insisted. "Taro is a responsible kid. Im sure hes going to do fine for himself."

"Yes... But..." His mom said, getting emotional.

"Don't either of you worry. Ill visit and call often." Taro said. "I promise."

Over the next few hours the Machoke did their job of moving everything into the house. It was amazing how fast they did their work. After making dinner for his family (Chicken Parmesan) they watched T.V. for quite some time, before it became late, and Taro retreated to his room. It took him hours to finally get to sleep. He was anxious. Tomorrow, his story began.
 
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Wow this is popular :)

_One_Winged_Angel_, I need a bit more character info out of your sign up sheet. You are pending with Totodile.

Sir Aaron1017, you accepted with Starter Eevee.

Slytherfang, you are accepted with starter Treeko, but can you finnish your sign up sheet? Your dream and intro post are M.I.A.

weavile96, I need a lot more details on your character. You are pending, with starter Minun. I need more details in you personality, your appearence, and history. Can we also work on the intro post a bit? Refer to billie_lightning's sign up sheet to see what I'm looking for. The same goes for you, Eneko. One more thing, don't mind first person, but I don't kno if it's the best choice in rps. It annoys a lot of people. Just a heads up.

Gamekrazy, you are accepted with starter Munchlax
 
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Name: Ronald Arinian, however he prefers to be called Randy
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Appearance: Randy is not your typical little angel of a character, in fact he embodies the opposite especially at first glance. Standing at 5"10 with a strong build of at least 200 pounds, Randy is cut and muscular with clearly enough strength to destroy most people. Looking at his cranial region, one would first notice the mop of brown hair that defines his face. The hair is fairly long and somewhat curly, reaching down to his ears in length. Being ragged and unkempt, one could either see a style or see a nonchalant person when it comes to his appearance. Blue eyes penetrate through the hair, however they seem cold and uncaring. His nose appears to be broken as well, leading to some to believe Randy had a few too many fights. A light bread completes his face adding a sense of age to his otherwise young looking face.

The rest of his body is defined by a muscular build that seeps through his otherwise heavy clothing. A tight fit black shirt with a design that resembles the "Hurly" shirts of our world covers his torso along with a red leather jacket similar to Volkner's of Sinnoh. Leather fingerless clothes cover his bruised hands, offering protection from the elements. Loose fit, stonewashed, jeans are used to dress his strong legs and a leather built keeps them on without seeping to unmentionable levels. Skateboarding shoes that bear a resemblance to the "Vans" brand of our world keep his strong feet protected from the outdoors.

Scattered across his body is jewelry of all kinds. The first is a piercing on his right ear, a plain gold loop that is awfully small and only noticeable to those who bother to examine his head for small details. Along his neck is a golden chain with a cross as a pendant, signifying some religious beliefs. Other details worth mentioning about Randy's appearance is his powerful stride and strong posture granting a sense of superiority and aggressive tendencies. However, Randy is clearly attractive to women due to his natural build, young yet scruffy face and body, and powerful confidence that seeps from every pore.
Personality: Randy's personality is quite simple and easy to discover. Born with an ego as large as Kanto, Randy has a notion that he is destined to be the best in anything he does and he has managed to live like that for 17 years. His confidence in himself is well deserved as he as usually come up with a win some way or another. Expecting everyone to believe that fact as well, he loathes anyone who doesn't show him the respect he desires so much. However, it is hard to respect anyone like Randy as he has a dirty personality to begin with. Aggressive, disrespectful, and a cheater, anyone who loves Randy has clearly been dropped on their head one too many times. He is aggressive in that he will fight anyone who he believes deserves it or asks for it. He is disrespectful as he sees everyone his below him. He is a cheater in that he does anything for a victory, whether personal or professional. He has a charming side that he rarely shows, probably to his distrusting nature. Randy is an excellent speaker using his natural charisma to win the hearts of anyone he wants to, however he rarely gives anyone time for a stable conversation. A loner with an extrovert personality, Randy is certainly a strange case. But lets summarize in one phrase: Randy is a bad ass and he doesn't care what you think.
History: Randy's past is clouded with drama and pain, mostly for Randy himself. Raised in the slums of Vermilion City, Randy had mixed with the wrong crowds right away. Without a mother to guide him in the right direction and a father that was barely home due to being a natural born sailor, Randy was raised by his older brother who had the lovely company of convicts. Whether they were gamblers in debt, down and out guitar players, sailors who were fired for being lame or even gang members of the biker clan that passed through, Randy became a child of negative influence. He learned to fight and curse at a young age and as a result became the resident bully of his local school system. Simply put, it was his destiny.

From elementary school all the way to high school, Randy fought, blackmailed and terrorized his peers with a lack of mercy and sympathy. He became quite popular as a result, mostly for beating up geeks and hitting on all the hot girls. His uncaring attitude towards school earned him several cool points as well, even if he was fairly intelligent. He never acted on his potential to be a genius and became a bum in terms of effort. He focused constantly on increasing fear in those lower than him with building popularity amongst a crowd he could call his true peers. He became a star football player and wrestler, building a body well suited to crushing competition. His ego rose to unbelievable levels and his reputation as the school bully and popular guy grew ever more. However so did news of his activities. Simply put, it was destiny.

His karma caught up with him as he was subject to police investigation for numerous crimes that he was a prime suspect for, including robbery, assault and battery, blackmail, and vandalism. The stress of being a convict got to him and he eventually left by his senior year of high school. He eventually wandered until he hit Pallet town, knowing that the place was composed of small community with few real law enforcement individuals that could be considered a threat to his well being. Upon arrival he heard of some Pokemon handing out event, figuring that being a trainer may a new opportunity to succeed and rebuild a new reputation. One that fame and fortune can be earned with. One that could bring him everything he desired. He could abandon his new dirty life and build one with fairness. Or he could just become famous and not care how he gets there. Yeah, he'll go with that.
Strengths: Randy has excellent skills that involve physical ability. A superb athlete capable of combat and retreating. At the same time, he is a skilled criminal who managed to run away from the authorities for several weeks. His survival skills are also developed to the point he can make a camp site with great speed.
Hometown: Vermilion City
Popularity: Randy is popular with anyone who isn't a complete nerd or a member of the criminal justice system. His deeds as an athlete are well renowned but so are his criminal tendencies.
Starter: Cyndiquil (Argos)
Dream: To be a celebrity of the Pokemon World, since its the new fad these days. If it means being a Gym Leader, fine. Elite Four member, sure thing. Champion, that would be the best.
Intro:
POP!!!! An explosion of fruity flavor covered the scruffy face of Ronald Arinian. "Damn it. I hate when the gum gets all over your face." It was fairly early in the day with the sun just rising over the horizon. After cleaning up his face from the gum he "bought" at Viridian City, Randy preceded to put out the camp fire he established on the border of Route 1 and Pallet Town. Rumors of something involving Oak handing out Pokemon intrigued Randy enough to give him a destination and a possiblity of fame. It was supposed to take place today and he was prepared to leave Pallet Town after only being in the region for a week. "How could anyone live in this place?", he asked under his breath, not expecting an answer from the wind.

He walked slowly into town, attempting to not look suspicious. Even if his crimes were localized, he was suspect in a crime spree in Vermilion and it was possible that they put out a wanted call. He had hoped his ability to lay low for the past few weeks made them forget he existed, but he couldn't be too sure. His brother taught him that much even if he was a useless pile of you-know-what. The morning breeze rushed through his hair like a hunted animal and it was cold to the touch but his thick leather jacket kept him warm. Randy made his way to the Lab, ahead of schedule. The old building looked ready to collapse under its own weight though peering through the windows, Randy saw an impressive collection of scientific artifacts. Several geeks ran laps around the facility with their thick glasses acting as eyes and their white lab coats stained with sweat and stress. He couldn't help but laugh at the show, as from his view it was a dance of nerds or possibly a ritual of intelligence. Eventually it got old and Randy wandered the vicinty, waiting for a clue to smack him in the face. He was sure it was today that Oak was going to hand out something, but he wondered where all the little children were that desired a little Pokemon companion so dearly, even if they were going to waste the little thing keeping it as a pet. Randy had plans for it, he was going to train and advance his status with it. Sure it would be a tool, but he would take care of the little guy. He was a jerk, but one with some shards of a soul.
 
Nice Got-a-Plan-B, you are accepted with starter Cyndiquil.

As for when this starts. I'm cool with it starting anytime at the moment. I sent messages to some players wanting to join to edit their signups, but the rest are good to go. Should we start?
 
Yeah, let's go ahead and start it.

I'll put up some story of my character later tonight. Probably not until 10ish, Fall Play's tonight :)

(The Crucible is really dark...brutal....METAL!!)

Anyway post some story guys see you tonight.
 
SamuraiMaster said:
weavile96, I need a lot more details on your character. You are pending, with starter Minun. I need more details in you personality, your appearence, and history. Can we also work on the intro post a bit? Refer to billie_lightning's sign up sheet to see what I'm looking for. The same goes for you, Eneko. One more thing, don't mind first person, but I don't kno if it's the best choice in rps. It annoys a lot of people. Just a heads up.
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heh heh
My ego just grew to twice it's size, thanks Samurai ^_^
I'll get a post up either tonight or tomorrow morning =)
 
I edited mine. Hope it's better! :)
 
It was the day. The morning approached rather quickly. The sun arose behind the large, beautiful rolling hills that encircled Pallet Town's southern end. Pidgeys, Pidgeottos, Spearows, and all other flying types of the vast Pokemon world chirped as they flew high above the small town. It was this day that Waverly would finally find her outlet. This journey…a long and perilous path that would lead her onto seemingly unknown things, adventures, new friends, rivals, and all kinds of Pokemon to capture. Was she really ready for all this? She definitely thought she was. This fifteen year old teenager figured now was the time to venture out and actually do something with her life.

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7:00 A.M.

~ I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world~ The alarm clock's radio sounded as soon as the hour changed to 7 in the morning. Waverly was viciously bitter, as she usually was in the mornings. Her hand reached out from beneath the warm, cozy blankets and searched for the loud, irritating radio that continued to sing, ~I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world.~

"Ugh. Five more minutes, PLEASE….Where is that stupid off button…?" Waverly's voice was muffled as her head was plunged into the pillow.

~Life in plastic, it's fantasic~ The alarm's radio still played the chorus over and over. It was like a broken record that couldn't be shut off. In this case, Waverly's hand just failed to reach for the off button. She eventually resorted to picking up the alarm clock and throwing it onto the floor. ~You can brush my hair, undress me every-…~ Success! She thought in her head and only thought of returning back to that wonderful sleep she had so magnificently favored. Her slumber didn't last long, as her mother began stomping up the steps towards Waverly's bright, vivid room filled with many paintings that her parents had bought for her. They helped her sleep at night on occasions where she had severe insomnia.

"Waverly, dear? Are you awake? It's time for you to get your Pokemon sweetheart!" Anna called in a much nicer tone of voice than she had the day before. Her mother had worn her "trademark outfit." A purple jacket over a long black dress with stylish black heels to complement the dress.

"Uh…Waverly isn't here right now. But if you leave, and don't come back up the stairs, she'll get back to you when she's done sleeping." Waverly responded to her mother whilst her head was still deep into the pillow.

Anna couldn't help but chuckle at Waverly's foolishness.

"Dear…you need to get up soon or else Prof. Oak won't have anymore Pokemon left! You have to get ready for your journey. I remember when your father and I went on a journey together…I met so many cute Pokemon and tough Pokemon on my adventure with him. It was probably the best years of my life….I remember it like it was just 10 years ago…" Anna said with a distant expression on her face.

"Uh…it was 10 years ago?" Waverly responded to her mother in a somewhat cold tone of voice.

"Oh. Right. Well, young lady, I suggest you get ready or else you'll have to get a Pokemon you wouldn't want to have! Hurry along now! I have to get back to the real estate office. Your father is already there but he said he wishes you the best on your journey and to make sure you contact us anytime it's possible. Goodbye dear, good luck on your journey! We love you! Be safe!" Anna yelled out to her as she walked out of the door towards the real estate office.

"Ugh…blah. I guess I should get up." Waverly tiredly proclaimed.

She eventually got dressed and made her way towards Prof. Oak's laboratory. The walk was somewhat refreshing to her. She hadn't walked like this in a few days. She was cooped up in and around the house doing all kinds of housework instead of studying for her journey like she was supposed to. Waverly would dearly miss her parents despite her not really wanting to show it.

After a few more moments of strolling, she finally made it to the front of Prof. Oak's lab.
 
Is this better? :nervous:

Name: Kris Eneko
Gender: Male
Age: 15

Appearence: Kris Eneko has rapid growing white hair with a slight touch of blue, Crystal pool blue eyes, and pale skin. His torso consits of casual T-shirts allways with a tie, some dark wash denim jeans, some checkerboard style platform shoes, and green neon socks. His build is an average one. Skinny, tall, and a bit muscular. He occasionally wears cresent shaped earings from time to time but usually does not. On special events like proms or dances he wears a blue tuxedo, a blue fedora, and some electric blue gloves.

Personality: He is loyal and brave ready to step up to a challenge when nesscerary.He is also pretty compassionate among friends, relatives , and pokemon from time to time. Has a temper from his long and terrible past.

History: Kris has had a hard life starting when he was 7, he was taken away from his parents and sent into a small apartment where he lived in for two years before he could go back to his home. When he returned his parents were both murdered in a car accident. Kris had been so dramatized that he swore revenge on those who untreated anything or anybody. Wheter its friends , family, or even Pokemon he swore never to let anything or anybody to be mistreated.

Strengthes: Guitar, mimicing voices, and being able to eat 40 pies without barfing.

Hometown: In the heart of Celadon City.

Popularity: He's popular among his grade in "different" terms, like when he's angry he is able to squeeze a book, letting the pages fly everywhere.

Starter: A Skitty by the name of Eneko after his last name.

Dream: To avenge his parents death.

Intro:
"Take a melody, simple as can be. Give it some words and sweet harmony."

Listening to his favorite video game song was Kris Eneko putting on his clothes. "Today, will be the day" "I'll get my first ever Pokemon!" he said now struggling to get down the stairs while putting on pants. Once ready he lept out the door in excitement. While he was running he thought that the PokeSelter was the best place o go to get a pokemon. Once inside a trainer greeted him. "This place has THE best Pokemon ever!" Kris looked arond at all the different and rare pokemon. Plusle, Starly, Torchick, and even Pikachu! Kris just couldn't decide. Then near the end o the hundreds of cages was the cutest little Pokemon he had ever seen. Skitty it read. "Hello there little Skitty, do you wanna go home with me?" "Meow!" it responded. Taking that as a yes he said "I'm gonna name you: Eneko after my last name" The newly named Skitty started purring. "This sure is a start of an adventure."
 
Havn't started play yet ;)

Weavile96, you are now accepted with Minun as your starter.

Eneko, much better :) Wish your personality was a bit more detailed, but it's good for me. You are accepted with Skitty as your starter.

Also, got a PM from another user wanting to join. :) Hopefully he'll put his info up soon.

I'll get the OOC Thread up, put OOC stuff there from now on.
 
Sign-up :D

This sounds interesting and I really wanna learn and practice RP, so I'm signing in.

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PROFILE
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Name: Tobias Bassana, Jr.

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Origin and Residence: born at Lavender Tw., temporarily residing at Vermilion City

Appearance:
Tobias is about 5'2 (1.60m) and weighs close to 170 pounds. Altough he is not very tall, he might give the impression he is so because of his long legs, angled face and a generous amount of grey hair growing out of his head in all directions, despite all kind of haircuts. His pale skin clearly shows he does not spend too much time under the sun. His green eyes and big nose serve as the most prominent features of his face.

Tobias usually wears jeans or wool pants, depending on the weather, and fastened by a brown belt. In this belt he carries not only his Pokéball(s), but also a short string he uses to tie together his stuff to trees when he takes a nap. His upper body clothes always remain the same: an aquamarine shirt with vertical dark brown stripes, with the logo of a local Lavender sports team, under a very old and decolored leather jacket. He wears no hat or cap, even when it's raining.

Tobias' long and thick legs are the only evidence he likes to walk a lot, and he's got some endurance, but beyond that he is not exactly in good shape, and is not a physically strong person. He tires quickly when in heavy terrain.

Personality:

Tobias is a silent person, somewhat untrusting of strangers, and he enjoys the solitude and the time of contemplation the dusk and the night offer. He is one who likes to stay "on second row", to appreciate and enjoy the events, but not directly under the spotlight where the stress is too high.

Having three younger brothers, Tobias has grown to become frustrated when he is deprived of things he feels he has attained on his own, for them to be given to his brothers (namely: old clothes). He also dislikes having to split his attention between several people or issues. He is also prone to leaving things for later, unless they would take quite some time to complete.

Even though he is silent, Tobias is nowhere near uncommunicative: he enjoys writing mail and having short chats with police officers, cashers or attendants, albeit scarcely. And he is very "vocal" to express himself with body language when he finds a situation embarrasing or unpleasant.

Tobias is afraid of crowds, of sharp and of loud noises. Also, he does not like the sea at all, because of the smell characteristic of fishing and sailing towns. He instead likes the plains, the forests and the roads.

History:

Tobias was born in Lavender Town, and grew with his parents, his mother being one of the town council's assistants. His father envisioned a family of patrollers and caretakers that could help preserve the town's order. Having three younger brothers, Tobias felt always separated from other people because between school, brothers, expectations and home, he did not have the time to find and enjoy things he would really like.

Tobias left town to become a famed person because of his own merits instead of the "already paved" paths his family and town offered, as he does not like the kind of stuff his parents do for a living, namely having to attend on the town's often menial problems. As he strongly wishes for his family to be known outside the confines of the town, he took some family pictures, as well as pins and a flag of the town, when he left, hoping one day he would show to the world.

He went to his uncle's house at Vermilion City, even though he despises ports, to rest there for a while and arrange for his transportation to Pallet Town, as the next installment of the Oak Research Center's welcome to starters is due next week.

Strengths & Weaknesses:

Tobias is an assertive person, always questioning the motives and the inentions of people he had recently met. He is also smart, but not too much, getting over average grades at school. When it comes to nature, he is a fast learner: he already has some knowledge of Grass and Ground types.

He has a good sense of direction and can navigate forests and mazes without much difficulty. This is also helped by his legs' endurance, as he can walk for hours, and his despise towards his own frustration, which propels him onwards when he "knows" he is going the right way.

His overall physical condition, however, sharply contrasts with his ability to walk nonstop. He has endurance, not strength, and he tires quickly when faced with climbing, swamps, or another kind of heavy terrain. He is not a good swimmer, not made easier because of his dislike towards sea.

Tobias is also prone to frustration and to abandon menial tasks. He dislikes to take on any effort that seems too repetitive or that lasts for very long before any sight of progress. He is also quick to lose trust towards people when he feels cheated.

Popularity:

he comes from an influent family in town, he's got some friends and is the eldest brother, so he was somewhat well known in school, but that's all of it.

Dream:

Tobias has not given his life too much thought to have a "dream", but he would really like to become a respected trainer, skilled enough to earn his family some renown beyond the town's politics.

Starter Choice:
 * Bulbasaur *

Intro Post
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It was very early in the morning, but there were several people already in the Mart, forming in a line to buy some tickets: the local League Gym Leader, a tall man under the name of Surge, was to give battle demonstrations later today.

"Why do they have to do their shopping at the last minute?"

Tobias walked to the counter, passing by the long line of people, and threw in the soda coke and the pack of bread. He handed out some coins to the casher, who met him with surprise.

"Are you not going to the demonstration today?" she asked.

"No... I'm on my way to Pallet Town."

"Pokémon journey? Oh, that's good to hear. Professor Oak is a very respected figure."

"Yes, I know," answered Tobias as he picked his stuff and the change. "I'm sure he can teach us some things. And, once I become a Trainer, I'll come back here and challenge that Gym man."

"I wish you luck, then," smirked the lady. "lt. Surge is a very skilled Leader. Mr. Tucker, an old man who makes him company in the Gym, told me it took some convincing for him to agree on the event."

"Oh... but they are doing it anyway?"

"Yes... that was very nice of him."

"I would like to battle him, alone. You know, one-on-one, without all the people staring."

"Mm.... one on one, yes, but, you know what?" asked the lady, leaning over the counter as she pointed towards a map in a nearby wall. "There are faraway lands, where Pok´emon battles are in pairs, and that makes them all more exciting."

Tobias shifted his weight and took a look to the map. He noticed the word "Hoenn" written in big letters in the upper left corner of the chart.

"Maybe if you become a good trainer, you'll fight another trainers from these lands. so be careful and call your parents at least once a week."

"Yes. Thanks!" said Tobias smiling as he combed his hair. he waved goodbye to the casher --- and the group of unhappy people still waiting in line --- and walked out of the building.

As he was heading towards the northern exit out of town, he noticed his uncle, Jinan, sitting in a bench, holding his companion Venonat in his arms. The two of them turned to look at him as he approached, and moved slightly to let him share the bench.

"I got some supplies. Food and drink. Here's the change," said Tobias, handing the coins to his uncle.

As Jinan took the coins, Venonat jumped over Tobias' head, and stayed there, chilling and looking at his trainer while leaning left and right as if it was dancing.

"Ready, Venonat. Come here!" said Jenan looking up, and he was met by the weight of hi s Pokémon back on his legs, still dancing, this time in silence.

"Good..." laughed Jenan, while turning to face Tobias. "I got you a ticket for the express ferry sailing at three o'clock. That will get you to Pallet Town tomorrow night."

Tobias sighed. He did not like traveling the sea, but he knew from the newspaper that it was better than trying to outsmart the Digglets who lived in the cave near the city, the only other fast route to Pallet Town and the Oak Research Center.

"I think you will make a good trainer. Just don't overdo it. Right?"

"Right," answered Tobias, while nodding with his head. "Thanks, uncle."

The pair stayed there enjoying the sight of the port down the hill. Tobias breathed heavily. He was already this far. If he could be brave enough, in two days he could have his own Pokémon. And maybe the two of them together could return one day to Lavender, as respected trainers. Tobias had read in school about some trainers who were called the "Elite Four", so skilled and powerful only a tournament champion could face them. Tobias liked the idea of going through the fray of such a battle. It had to be more exciting than to sit in an office at home, signing ordinances.

Tobias closed his eyes and, for a moment, envisioned his future. A delighted man standing on top of a podium, his Pokémon by his side, enarboling the flag of Lavender Town as he was bathed by thunderous applause.

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Finished my SU, I hope its okay, if not, I'll edit it
 
solovina, you are accepted with starter Bulbasaur.

Slytherfang, your sign up is good.

NOTE TO THOSE WHO STILL WISH TO SIGN UP:

Please put sig ups from now on in OOC thread, since storyline is starting. Thanks. Late comers may be accepted.

IC:

Morning had come. Pallet Town was a peaceful town in the morning. The sun broke through the clouds and the first signs of the usual pidgey took to the air.

Travis Darrell Mura, had been up since 5:30 that morning. He got up for one purpose before starting his journey. He had been kneeling in a cemetary for about 30 minutes. He knelt at one grave. The grave of his mother. Travis felt very peaceful when he came here, yet very cold and sometimes uncomfortable. Travis got up. He thought one last thought before leaving; "This is for you mom. I know you'll be with me and help me when I need it."

THe next thing he had to do was get over to Oak's lab. He had his stuff, and had already said goodbye to his grandparents. NOw he had to just pick up his companion.

It was about 6:30 when he reached Oak's lab. Of course...it was locked. Travis sat down on a bench, pulled out his iPod and shut his eyes.

"Sleep for a little more..." he thought to himself.

"Born to push you 'round
Better just stay down
You put away, he hits the flesh
You hit the ground

Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes
Just keep him close, keep praying
Just keep waiting...

Waiting for the one
The Day That Never Comes
Stand up and feel the Warmth
But the sunshine nver comes...
No the sunshine never comes..."
 
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The ferry from Vermillion to Pallet town had arrived. It slowly nudged its way into harbor until it hugged the coastline, allowing its passengers to exit. Russel stepped out, breathing in the fresh air. He could see the Johto mountains far off to the west and the expanse of Kanto lying ahead of him. Although he had no real ambition to become a pokemon master, he was quite excited to recieve his first pokemon. He walked slowly through the small town of Pallet, smiling at the small houses and buildings that made up the contents of the town. On the horizon, a larger building finally came into view. It was obviously the Pokemon lab.

"Hmpf... that must be the place..." Russell thought to himself as he inspected the giant building from afar.

After a brief period of walking he was at the front steps of the lab, looking down at the handle. He placed his hand on the knob, turning it and thrusting the door open and stepping inside to reveal a mostly plain laboratory. An older man with greying hair stood at a counter top across the roomm. He turned to see Russell and quickly cleaned his hands, approaching him happily.

"Greetings! I'm Professor Oak... I assume you're here for your first Pokemon, aye? And what might your name be?" He began quickly.

"Um.. Russell.." He replied, unsure of how to speak to the world renowned professor.

"Ohhh perfect! I've heard a lot about you and you've got promise... I actually have the perfect Pokemon for you picked out already, come this way!" Professor Oak said cheerfully, ushering Russell over to a counter top with a number of pokeballs on it. The professor reached for a very specific ball, handing it to Russell and smiling.

"The perfect partner for you." he repeated.

Russell looked at the ball confused for a moment. Wasn't he supposed to pick his first pokemon? He eyed the ball once more before releasing its contents onto the ground, taking the shape of a small blue alligator. It jumped up and down excitedly and shot small sprits of water around before running in circles and running off into a clearing to chase a ball the professor had just thrown.

"Thats a Totodile... he's a little hyper active for someone like you but I think you and him will learn a lot from each other..." Professor Oak said to Russell before a question could even be asked.

"Hm... a Totodile aye..." Russell said to himself as he watch his Totodile play by itself with a ball. It bounced around excitedly like it had an unlimited amount of energy. "He definitely looks like he'll be a good partner to help me discover mysteries of legendary Pokemon..." Russell said softly to himself, watching his new partner play alone.

"The other trainers should be arriving for their first pokemon soon. So if you'd like to wait for them then you're more than welcome. I'm sure more than a few of them would like to have a traveling companion to the next town at least." Professor Oaked piped up over the silence of Russell watching Totodile play.

"Thanks, professor. I think i'll wait around for them. It can never hurt to have a traveling companion..." Russell responded, shifting his attention back to his new partner playing with a small ball while Russell waited for the other trainers to arrive.
 
As the sun rose over the edge of the woods bordering the small town, John's bedside alarm began to bleep, sounding out the new day. John yawned expansively and rolled over, but did not rise. The alarm continued for several minutes, slowly eating away at John's patience, until he eventually lifted himself up with one arm and grabbed the alarm. Flicking the setting to Off, he replaced it on the small cabinet beside him. He let himself fall back, bouncing slightly on the mattress and wrapping the cheap cream covers round him and imbedding his head in the pillow. Light seeped through the hotel's windows, the thin curtains almost but not quite managing to blot it out.

After a few minutes of lounging in bed, he eventually rose. He stumbled out of bed and stretched, muscles corded against his pale skin, then relaxed again. Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he stumbled over to the small washroom, using the walls and the sparse furniture as a support. After having washed, John emerged, still slightly damp and shrugging on his jacket. He quickly checked the contents of his traveller's backpack, then stowed away his alarm in one of the pockets and shrugged it onto his back. After a quick breakfast in the café in the lobby, John left.

A small Pidgey flitted across the sky as the town streets gradually filled. He casually strolled through the small crowd, finishing off the remains of a baguette he had picked up. As he wandered further and further away from the town centre, the crowds slowly died down, until soon the only sounds were the sounds of the morning wildlife. He considered taking an off-road walk, but decided against it. "Best to take it easy for now, things're going to be busy later." The broad gravely path crunched under his feet, the leaves piled up against either side occasionally drifting across the road like tumbleweed.

After just under an hour, the sun having nearly peaked, John stopped for a quick drink and to check his bearings. Sitting down on an outcropping rock, he watched with a small grin as two Rattatta scurried around in the leave piles, occasionally popping in and out, attempting to startle each other. He withdrew a sandwich from his backpack and split it in half. He picked himself up, left one half of the sandwich on the stone and began to walk again, chewing on the half he kept. "Shouldn't be too far 'till Pallet Town."
 
After a call to Professor Oak, Autumn packed her things as quickly as she could. Mr. Kelly had fallen back to sleep at his desk and it was still much too early for her foster mother to be awake. She was on such an adrenaline high that she only left a note, explaining where she was going, leaving a cell number, and apologizing for suddenly up and going. She knew they'd understand. Her foster parents had always wanted her to get out of the house.

Autumn had been saving money since she was a small child; she had stuffed the wad of cash into her shoulder bag, hoping it would be enough. She considered herself lucky for living in Celadon, the one city in Kanto with a decent shopping center. Autumn ran there, unsure of what time it was exactly, praying the immense shopping center was open. The manager was just turning the key, his assistant flipping the lights on behind him, when Autumn got to the door. He looked a little shocked but amused at his early customer.

"Early riser?" he asked, fixing his tie a little.
"Yeah, sure. Look, I need some Pokeballs and Full Heals, stat!" Autumn said, smiling at her use of the word "stat"; she had always wanted to say that and since she'd never be a doctor...
"Uh, right away ma'am," the manager said, rather taken aback by her forwardness.
"I'm sorry..." Autumn eyes were downcast; she wasn't used to apologizing, "I'm just kind of in a hurry."
The manager smiled, "It's quite alright Miss, we've had customers much worse than you..." he paused, "That came out much more rude than it sounded in my head."
He handed her the bag and she gave him the money. On the way out the door he yelled, "Miss, I didn't realize you had Pokemon!"
As the door shut around, Autumn yelled back, "Not yet, sir! Not yet!"

Autumn ran to Pallet Town.
No train, no taxi, no vechicle. Autumn ran. She stopped only once around noon in Cerulean for lunch and even then she ran with her sandwich. People stared as she zoomed past. Some mistaked her for an experienced trainer and shouted challenges as she ran by.

By the time she reached Pallet her calves burned. She switched up her act and slowed to a power walk. The laboratory stood out among the small, cozy houses of Pallet. She paused in front of the door, flattening her hair and brushing the nature off her clothes. Autumn took a deep breath and walked inside.

Professor Oak was already accompanied by another to-be trainer. Autumn frowned, how had this young man beat her? He looked distant, like he wasn't all there. His brown shaggy hair hung lazily over one eye and his clothes looked neat and clean. Autumn looked down at herself; her sweatpants were a little muddy and her sweatshirt hung off one of her shoulders, revealing a tan shoulder; there was a twig in her hair and she was still breathing rather heavily.

"Hello, Professor," she nodded. A rather excited Totodile was running amuck and she smiled momentarily; the Pokemon was very amusing.
"You must be Miss West," Professor Oak smiled back, noticing her interest in the crocodile Pokemon. "You ran all the way here?"
"Yes, sir. I was mostly running on adrenaline; I'm very excited about getting my first Pokemon," she admitted, looking down at her feet.
"I can see that. Your foster parents called about an hour ago wondering where you were, I hope you told them you were leaving," said Oak, reaching around for something.
"I left note..." said Autumn, not really expecting anyone to hear her.
"Well, I have a Pokemon here for you. I hope you like it," Oak smiled and handed her a Pokeball. Autumn stared the ball for several minutes, in awe.
There's a Pokemon in this ball...and it's mine, she smiled. She opened it, letting the mystery Pokeball out.
A small green creature with a leaf atop its head appeared and looked up at Autumn. It sighed cutely and ran to her, jumping happily.
"That's a-"
"A Chikorita," Autumn smiled, "I know Professor. I love her, thanks."
"I thought you would," said the Professor. The Chikorita ran off to play with the hyper Todotile.

Autumn turned to the other trainer, who had stayed silent for the last couple of minutes. "Sup, the name's Autumn West" she held out a hand and waited for a response. She was surprised at herself for being so polite, but it had been awhile since she'd met someone new and she was starting a new life. She was also in the presence of a Poke Genius.
She smirked, after the adrenaline rush she'd probably go back to her old self.
 
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Keoni

As he stepped off of the boat, Keoni ran a slender hand through his midnight hair and took in a deep breath. Glad to be off of the boat and in the fresh air again and NOT surrounded by sea. Satisfied with his lung full of air he carried on up the road to where the other passengers were heading, Assuming that that was where Pallet town resigned. As he followed the path, his head craned so that his gaze was directed at the ground, her noticed that passers by were still whispering about him, knowing about him but not sure why. He rolled his eyes and decided he wouldn't correct them on they're guesses and kept on going. It was quite different from his Island; the sun was less bright, though it still shined, the air was cooler and more relaxing and there was no sign of palm trees to be seen. He found the place more comforting in a way...he never did like the warmth of the island and the constant smell of the sea.

Lifting his gaze at the sound of wings, he noted that the birds that flew there were Pidgey and not the tropical Pokemon he was use to seeing and he was sure he saw a Rattatta run close by. It was weird to think that these Pokemon were common to the people here where had he had only seen them a few times on his visits. Shrugging it off, he averted his gaze to the path in front of him and noted that the lab was now in view. He picked up his pace in order to get there as soon as possible and made sure to avoid catching the gaze of anyone there, dare they try to strike up a conversation with him. Closing in on the lab, his gaze locked with the handle of the lab door and he immediately grabbed and yanked it open.

The lab was nothing like his fathers. He was so use to working out doors or with plants that the sight of so much white actually made him flinch. There was a lot of beeping to be heard and the mumbling of voices as the assistants discussed amongst themselves. He carried on up towards a tall man at the very top of the lab and noted that he was talking to another teen. He came to the conclusion that it was another trainer who had just received his starting Pokemon and so proceeded onwards. He stopped within arms length of the professor and stared at him through sapphire eyes before holding out his hand. "Keoni, I believe we spoke over the communicator." He stated, shortly.
"Ah yes! The son of Richard and I right? How are things out in the Orange Islands?"
Keoni shrugged. "Dad's still studying the effects of plants on Pokemon and Mom's still fussing over me ever since Keanu passed. But either way, here I am."
The professor shook his head and sighed. "Yes I heard the sad news from your father. It is an awful shame. I remember seeing her when she was only this high." The professor held a hand to his waist.
Keoni only nodded once before staring around the lab awkwardly, the silence was interrupted when Oak cleared his throat and shuffled to a near by desk. "Yes, well. I have taken the liberty of picking out your Pokemon for you. After hearing about you from your Dad I selected a special Pokemon just for you." He picked up a Pokeball and turned, handing it to Keoni with a smile. "Here"

Keoni took the Pokeball in his hand and gave it a once over before releasing whatever it was that was inside. A blinding white light emitted from the Pokeball and took shape almost immediately. It was small, which didn't really surprise Keoni, most starter Pokemon were. What he didn't expect was for it to take the form of a skull headed Pokemon with a reptilian body. "A Cubone?" He questioned, staring at the Professor in curiosity.
He only nodded. "yes, the lonely Pokemon."
"Fitting." Keoni mumbled, setting his gaze on the Pokemon before him.
"Indeed. I thought you to could cheer each other up or at least brood together." He chuckled and to his surprise, Keoni did too.
"I suppose I could use a brooding partner." He admitted, stooping down to the Pokemon's level and poking its stomach. "You up for it?"
The Cubone held out its bone club in a sort of salute and nodded. "Cubone-bone!"
Keoni snorted a chuckle. "So...you want a name?"
Another nod from the Cubone.
"How about Koda? Was gonna be the name of my sister before my parents found out he as a she..."
Noting the sentimental value of the name, the Cubone gave another nod and hit Keoni atop the head gently in acceptance. Funnily enough Keoni didn't mind the intrusion. Straightening up, he turned his gaze from the Pokemon and thanked Oak before averting it once more to the other occupants in the room.

...He ignored them....

(OOC- I will wait until my other character is accepted to post my reply for her.)
 
Tobias

Tobias took a last look at the mirror. He buffed: his hair was always a problem, the only reason he kept unsuccessfully trying to adapt a haircut was because he felt people around him would judge him. He ran a comb through his hair for a couple of times, but decided to dismiss the idea of a neat hair after seeing no progress at all.

As he was leaving the bathroom and picking his stuff, Tobias noticed a man hearing the news in a local radio. He approached and stretched his hand.

"Thank you for letting me stay the night. I would have to wander around all night," said Tobias, as the man welcomed his handshake.

"No problem. It's always a pleasure to do something for the aspiring trainers. Now you go to Dr. Oak's lab and try your best."

"Will do. Thanks again, and bye."

With that, Tobias left the small house and walked to the other side of Pallet Town. His ferry had came to the south shore three hours behind schedule, and he was forced to wander the town until the man invited him to stay. Tobias would not have accepted the offer had he had his own Pokémon to guard him... but that was the exact reason why he was here after all, so he had mumbled his thanks and followed the man to a house near the Major's.

After walking down a hill, Tobias noticed a giant open space in the distance, with a sole building before it. There was a sign down the road, it read, "Welcome to Oak's Research Facility". Smiling, Tobias hurried his step, and in just a couple of minutes he reached the front gates. He checked his watch: it read 07:15.

It was still in the morning, and the first thing Tobias noticed was that further down the road, there was a young sitting in a bench, apparently sleeping. Was he waiting for a Pokémon too? He had black hair in a freestyle haircut, and for a while Tobias sarcastically laughed at the idea of having found a rival, in more ways than one. But he dismissed the idea.

As he came closer to the door, Tobias heard some people talking inside, so he decided to try the handle. As he opened the door, the voices became slightly louder. One of them was that of an old man.

"That must be him..." said Tobias in his mind.

He walked across the corridor and came to a large room, filled with books and shelves containing several Poké Balls. Some people were there, all dressing casual with lab coats. Tobias continued his way towards the source of the voices, but he was cut short when he heard a buzz, as a round object fled in his direction, barely avoiding his leg.

"What the---?"

Tobias looked down to see a small ball bouncing on the floor. He crunched to pick it up, but a blue stream of light took it away, crying "Dile..! Dile...!" Shortly after, a Chikorita followed suit. Not exactly wanting to understand what was going on there, Tobias shrugged and continued his path, as he saw the man he recognized from the magazines -- the renowned researcher, Dr. Oak.

The older man turned his gaze to meet Tobias', as he continued walking to stop a couple of steps before him.

"Good morning. Dr. Oak? I... well...the..."

"Oh, so you came for your first Pokémon, too?" questioned Oak, a smile in his face.

Tobias frowned and shifted his head, catching sight of a young boy a couple of steps away, wearing cargo trouser and looking absently to nowhere. He was accompanied by a Cubone. Tobias hissed at the sight: he felt as if that young was just ignoring everyone, and the Cubone's stare was not helping. There were two other people in the room, but Tobias' attention went back to the Professor before he could take a look at them.

"So, what's your name?"

"Tobias, Sir. From Lavender Town. I came for my first Pokémon."

"Lavender... nice people live in there. And which Pokémon will you choose? We have more than three starters this time."

"Yes. Well, I choose Bulbasaur!" exclaimed Tobias, his face filled with the emotion of the moment. "I've read Bulbasaur are very proud, loyal, they like nature, and they can even control it when they evolve!"

"That would be then, a Bulbasaur," chuckled Dr. Oak. Then he took his right hand to his head and started scratching it: "But you will have to excuse me for a moment, because I have to go and check on my assistants, see if there are more trainers to come. Can you wait along with the other trainers?"

"Actually, Sir, there is one outside, I think," Tobias said while nodding. Dr. Oak gave him a questioning look, and taken by surprise, Tobias could do nothing but just blurt his opinion. "Well, I think he is a trainer. Very tall, black hair, black trouser, black everything... He is sitting in a bench outside."

"Can you go for him?" asked Dr. Oak, resuming his step. "And I'll go look for more Poké Balls. I'll be right here with your Bulbasaur when you return."

"Yes, Sir. I'll go."

Tobias lowered his head and turned back, his sight unvoluntarily fixating in the boy with the Cubone before he walked away. He came across a young girl, her hair mixing firey colors; she was standing close to a boy, who was instead intently watching the Totodile and the Chikorita Tobias had met earlier. The girl seemed jovial and nice, the boy seemed to be very focused. He felt unsure about saying hello right now.

"No... it would be awkward. I'll wait until I get my Bulbasaur."

As exited the building and turned left, Tobias noticed the bench where the young was still sitting, alone.

He came closer and stood before the boy, his left hand on his waist, leaning towards him...

"Hey... hey... hey?"

There was no response. The boy had apparenly fallen asleep while listening to music.

"Hey, you!" tried Tobias,a bit louder. Still no response.

Hissing, Tobias decided to poke the other boy's shoulder. "Just once... I don't want to screw up of he is not here for the starter thing...."

Tobias blinked a couple of times, clenched his fist and poked the other boy's shoulder.

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