Hoenn's Struggle

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    ~Hoenn's Struggle~​

    Plot

    Some time during his journey to become a Pokémon Master, Pokémon Trainer extraordinaire, Ash Ketchum, disappeared from the face of the Earth. He left no trace of his final whereabouts, no body to be identified with; practically no evidence of his existence. His long time friends and travelling companions were absent from his side at the time of the disappearance. They too, like the rest of the world, had no clue what happened to Ash. No one knew how far he'd gotten in completing his dream before he vanished. It was as if he fell right off the planet's surface.

    About a year following the mysterious disappearance, a mighty Trainer who went by the name Achu, defeated Hoenn's Elite Four and subsequently overcame the challenge of Hoenn's running Champion. At the young age of thirteen, he earned the title of League Champion and became the strongest Trainer the region had to offer. Many challenges came his way but none strong enough to dethrone him.

    As he grew through adolescence, he steadily became more and more aware of the resources he had at his disposal as champion. By the time he turned fifteen, he had learnt the absolute strength of the League's capabilities. But no one could've predicted the evils he would commit with this knowledge.

    On one cold night, the island city of Mossdeep was raided by thousands of dark assailants yielding the League's slogan on the shoulders of their uniforms. Even with the Gym Leader aiding the united forces of Mossdeep City, the town was easily overthrown. The League was just too powerful. Various members of the organization sailed in from Ever Grand City to settle down in their acquired territory. Those of the Mossdeep's defeated citizens that refused to join the League's campaign were killed, if not forced to serve League members as slaves. At the centre of the town a castle was built to honour the victory. A red flag was lifted at its top, declaring that the town officially belonged to the League.

    The takeover didn't stop there however. Sootopolis City was next to be conquered by the League, then Lilycove, then Fortree…

    One by one the cities and towns were all overpowered. Within the space of three months, the League had taken over the entire Hoenn region. The victims were stripped of most human rights. They weren't even allowed to keep Pokémon anymore. The only jobs available to them were those of serving League members, which they hardly got paid for, while their children weren't allowed to go to school. The Anti-League population suffered and endured for over six long, hard years before Kanto finally found the sense to intervene.

    Three gigantic sea cruisers crammed Kanto's strongest fighters from all over the region and set sail for Petalburg City's dock. Trainers, Magicians, Swordsmen, Fighters, Archers, and all other combat specialists that could be summoned had boarded the ships. The mission was to overthrow Achu's rule, defeating the League Forces and ultimately freeing the people of Hoenn.

    The large size of the invading ships however, proved to work against them. Before they could even reach Petalburg's dock, the enemy had detected them. Hundreds of League Assailants invaded the ships from the skies using their Pokémon. Naturally, the crews tried to fight back, but in the end, all three ships were destroyed, sinking to the bottom of the sea with the hopes of saving Hoenn. All boarders appeared to be dead and so the League Forces retreated.

    Unbeknownst to them, a handful of the fighters had survived the onslaught. The considerably fewer survivors managed to swim to a vacant coastline located a lengthy distance from Rustboro City. The deaths of the many allies who drowned in the shipwrecks only fuelled the survivors' passion to complete the mission. For most of them, it was no longer just about Achu or the freedom of the Hoenn people. It had become personal. It was about revenge.

    ~*~*~*~​

    The RP begins at the shoreline where the survivors regroup. Your character's mission, as one of the survivors, is to somehow complete the original assignment of setting Hoenn free, and derive a method to defeat Achu in the process.

    There are five categories your character can be in:

    (1). Swordsman: equip blade-based weapons. They are physically strong. You can use any type of sword you wish.
    (2). White Magician: equip staves, use defensive and aid type of magic, i.e. cure, barriers
    (3). Black Magician: equip staves, use offensive type of magic; magic that aims to harm the enemy, i.e. elemental spells.
    (4). Archer: use weapons that fire at the enemy, i.e. Bow And Arrow, Bowgun
    (5). Fighters: use accessories that enhance their strength, i.e. Claw-Gloves, Gauntlets.
    (6). Trainers: use Pokémon.

    Every character is allowed only one Pokémon with the exception of Trainers who may have four. Excluding Legendaries, Pokémon selected can be of any type, level and at any stage of their evolution tree. To promote variance, I'm putting a maximum of two players to each category. This goes to say, that if somebody has already taken the spot for White Magician, for example, another player may still be a White Magician if they wish to. But once two White Magician spots have been taken, no more can be signed up for.

    Also, if you have an idea for a category that hasn't been listed, feel free to include it in your Sign-Up. If I think it's acceptable then I'll let you use it. Otherwise, you'll have to use one of the six given above. General RP rules apply (no godmodding, power playing, spamming, e.t.c.).

    Current Spots

    Swordsman: Wrang Saando, Shaydeh (1 Spot Available)
    White Magician: Danne Roverelle, Spork Pie (reserved); (1 Spot Available)
    Black Magician: Lena Chitose, FullmetalxFangirl; Zangetsu Yuudzuki, Kogenta (None Available)
    Archer: Rataki Emera, Alana; Cody, darthmoose (None Available)
    Fighters: Ichigo Kirameki, Mikuru-chan (1 Spot Available)
    Trainers: Alexander Holiton, Randall; Jack L'estat, Art_Critic_Cubone (None Available)


    Sign-Up Form:

    Name: (First and Last, may include a nickname if you want)

    Age: (13+, though young people generally wouldn't be sent to war).

    Gender: (Male or Female)

    Appearance: (Physical description of your character. Try and make it descriptive. If you'd rather use a picture then you can submit that instead. I'd prefer you put the link to the picture and not the actual picture itself however).

    Personality: (The way your character behaves and interacts with other people. Must be a minimum of 4 lines).

    History: (A brief account of your character's past. Must be a minimum of 4 lines).

    Category: (Choose one from the list that's available. Custom category may be accepted).

    Weapon: (Your weapon must coincide with the category you've chosen. Trainers don't get weapons apart from their Pokémon).

    Pokémon: (Only one Pokémon for every category other than Trainer, which can have four).

    RP Sample: (Post a sample of how you RP).

    NOTE:

    I'll reserve spots for those who request so but, if after a week, somebody else wants the spot they may Sign-Up for it.

    Once you've been accepted and the RP begins, every post you make must be at least 5 lines in IC material. Longer posts will be even better of course. Also, please clearly separate OOC comments from IC text. I'll appreciate it if everybody makes an effort to spell correctly. Remember that this is the internet and there are many resources available at your disposal. In the least, I expect you to proofread before you post. That's why there's a preview button. I'm not exactly the perfect speller either but I do my best. One or two errors every now and then I can live with but not (and I have seen this) in every single sentence you type. >>

    My Sign-Up

    Name: Wrang Saando

    Age:     19

    Gender: Male

    Height: 177 cm / 5'10"

    Appearance

    Wrang has red locks of hair that fall to the sides of his face, their ends resting about his shoulders. His dark brown eyes reflect his fiery ambition to come out of every battle not only alive, but on top. Overall, he has a slim figure. His arms and torso are lightly toned with muscle. What his combat gear lacks in heavy defence, it makes up for in comfort. Parallel blue lines run down the outer length of his white slacks. He wears a white torso over his chest and a pair of white canvas shoes. The uniform allows him easy movement and seeing as his main offence consists of speedy kicks, it suits him well. His fists are clad in blue fingerless gloves; the gloves of a fighter.

    Pic 1

    Pic 2

    (Check out my avatar for a chibi version =)

    Personality

    Wrang had always been a hardworking lad, trained to think like a soldier in his 2 years of military service for Viridian. He has a lot of experience in formulating plans and learnt how to survive in many crucial situations. This intelligence, coupled with his physical strengths, make him a lethal force on the battlefield. Sometimes, his battle-like tendencies flow into his personal life, making him appear aggressive and bossy to people. This rarely happens however, as he is pretty confident in his ability to adapt to any social situation. When there isn't an urgent mission at hand, having fun and hanging out with friends can never hurt.

    History

    The first twelve years of Wrang's life were spent in Hoenn's Mauville City. The town was peaceful then and he had many friends, including the Gym Leader, Wattson, who taught him practically everything he knows about Pokémon Battles. When word had come that the League had taken over the eastern towns in Hoenn, many of the families in Mauville decided to evacuate before the trouble reached their town. Like others, Wrang's family was quick to decide it was best to leave. Wattson refused to abandon his city and stayed to fight to the end. The day of departure was the last time Wrang saw his best friend and mentor.

    Category: Swordsman

    Weapon: Gunblade (Like Squall's from FFVIII =)

    Pokémon: Charizard

    RP Sample: (I might as well put one just to make the Sign-Up look complete).

    Peace was restored as the dark mist of death vanished into air, taking with it all the evidence that the murderous kitten ever lived. Thankfully, the enemy was disposed of before it could let loose a devastating attack on his Angel. Sagi walked over the calmed field, collecting Omu and his weapon off the ground as he did so. Questions and doubts began to raid his mind once again, but he did his best not to dwell in his head at such a moment.

    Out of the rustling bush beside him came another kitten, startling him as it leaped out from its hiding spot. Sagi was tempted to run over and give it a good punt, but he stopped himself when he saw it run happily to Simon. It must've been his pet. Good for him, Sagi thought, unsure of whether he would be able to trust any cat again after what took place seconds before. Together, the group walked back to the cafeteria and found a fellow student standing there. Sagi knew her name was Yukishiro Haruhi, but never had the pleasure of actually speaking to her. He gave her a weak smile and a wave before turning back to answer Simon's question.

    "I asked myself the same thing," he started. Then he turned to Felix. "Do you think the cat was after your Angel specifically or was it merely most convenient seeing as Elyon was the closest to where it crashed into back at the caf?"

    Sagi looked to the ground momentarily with crossed arms while humming softly to himself in thought. "As for the kitten," he spoke up after a while. "I wouldn't miss it in the least and I'm sure it wouldn't have missed any of our Angels either. I must admit, its appearance isn't the only extraordinary thing that I've witnessed lately. Call me crazy, but I've been having this re-occurring dream. And I think the cat might be connected to it…"

    (*)(*)(*)​
    Most likely, the RP will begin once at least six members have joined. Late Sign-Ups will still be considered once it has started.
     
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    OOC: Hey, do I know you from somewhere? ;D

    IC:

    Name: Cody
    Age: 19
    Gender: Male
    Height: 6'2"
    Appearance: Cody is a tall, toned boy who has blue eyes and silver spiked hair and is fairly good-looking. He is seen wearing a blue street jacket with 2 white stripes going horizontal near the top of the sleeves. Under this he wears a white thin shirt. With this, he wears dark blue jeans that are a bit torn up with a chain held on his brown belt to help keep his wallet in his pocket. On his feet he wears short white sneakers with blue stripes going up on the sides of the shoes. He also tends to where cool blue sunglasses and a cool feathered blue hat with a white stripe going across it. He wears these to help hide his identity
    Personality: Cody is usually cool, calm and collected. Not even emminent danger of the worst kind can shake his reserve. He is not easily shaken or disturbed by the actions of others. This composed character rarely loses his self control or his temper. However, since he is laid back it is unsure where his loyality may truly lie as he tends to go with the flow of things making him much of an enigma.
    History: Cody is from Kotobuki City, a city in Shin'ou. During his time there he was able to defeat all eight Gym Leaders and in fact beat it's Elite Four, but he didn't defeat the reigning champion and was never given the title of League Champ. However, Cody has been recognized as a trainer of potiental greatness as it is not an easy feat to go up against the Elite Four and obtained a position in the Pokemon League Committee of Shin'ou. However, his stay in Shin'ou after this was very brief as the new added region decided to take action on to Hoenn. The only purpose for this is to show that Shin'ou is a strong country as well and winning this war will help in showing this. Sent as a sort of third-party, the foreign Cool Trainer finds himself in the shorelines of Hoenn, he will do whatever it takes to make his country proud.
    Category: Archer
    Weapon: Twin Barrel Revolvers
    Pokemon: "image removed"
    Glacia / Maiden - Female - Cody found Maiden near Ice Rock, it seemed abondon and alone, during a harsh battle in a terrible snow storm, Maiden was finally caught. Maiden the Glacia is the most rare of its kind, not only is it female but it is a shiny Glacia. Maiden is a very mysterious Pokemon that isn't very social and shows little to no emotion even in battle. The Pokemon though tends to love its trainer much and is noted that it will do anything for it's Trainer and his praise.
    Roleplay Example:

    The example is from my RPG, Pokemon II:

    It's a hot summer day and school is out, in the tropical island of Cinnabar what's a better summer activity than surfing? That's right, surfing season is now in session. Of course, difference in seasons has never stopped this young trainer from hitting the waves with his board before.

    Brad is surfing on a wave that is at least 10 feet. Pretty big, and he is surfing it with a big smile on his face as other surfers are losing balance and falling in the ocean. Accompaning the young surfer is a tough Wartortle who is standing at the front of the surfboard enjoying the sport as well.

    After surfing the high wave, Brad makes it safely to the shoreline where he is greeted by plenty of girls who seem to be big fans of his.

    "Ooo!!! You were wonderful!" One shouts.

    "You're so dreamy, can I surf with you?" Another asks.

    The swarm of girls crowd Brad without hesitation, trying to be at his side.

    "Ladies please, one at a time." Brad laughs.

    Just then an announcement can be heard over a loudspeaker coming from a fat man with a mustache who at his side is a young skinny surfer who seems to be lost in his own little world and a middle aged man who seems to be some sort of judge.

    "Wow! Wasn't that a high tide?" shouts The fatman.

    The crowd on the beach goes crazy. Other surfers who fell in the water can be seen climbing out of the ocean in shame, some even covered in seaweed.

    "Well, who will reign surpreme in the Surf's Up Contest? Let's leave it to our judges and of course our viewing audience!" The fatman explains.

    The crowd goes estatic.

    "Well" starts the middle-aged man,

    "All of them seem pretty good but I have to give it to contestant Brad for giving a splendid surf over the last wave. It was flawless" He explains.

    He turns to the other judge who is the oblivious skinny man. He looks around and points to himself and then smiles,

    "Oh, yeah,... right..." He says as if he completely forgot about the surfing contest.

    "Umm, I'll have to agree on... everything Greg said... totally man... totally..." He says moving his hands around acting cool.

    "Well there you have it Wave fans! Surfer Brad wins the tournament!" The fatman yells in excitment.

    The crowd goes crazy. Brad makes it up to the man where he shakeshands and receives a trophy.

    "Any words you would like to say?" The fat man asks.

    Brad nodded and was handed the microphone.

    "Yeah! I would like to thank all of my fans out there who cheered me on and of course my family and friends! Thank you all!" Brad shouts happily.

    The crowd goes crazy and a storm of girls come chasing after him. After much talking and autographs, pictures and such, Brad finally is able to leave and make it home.

    He throws his trophy on his bed and leans his board on the wall. There can be seen a shelf full of Trophies for surfing, this seems to not be the first time he won such a contest.

    He climbs out of a window and ontop of his roof and sits as he now watches the late afternoon sun setting.

    Brad seems not so thrilled winning. He looks around and sees plenty of tourists flooding the streets and beaches, not a single Trainer though.

    "Man, if only I became more top game especially for Pokemon..." He thinks out loud.

    He remembers when he was younger, how Cinnabar used to be an Island of Pokemon Trainers and how Blaine used to be the toughest Gym Leader out there. Now its all gone. If only something big happened in this dull island, maybe then will Trainers flock towards this little island bring it back to life.

    Brad thinks this all in his mind with his Wartortle at his side looking over the twilight sky as well..
     
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    Name:    Alexander Holiton

    Age: 17

    Gender: Male

    Appearance: https://www.saiyanisland.com/naruto/naruto/kage/Yondaime.gif

    Personality:     Alexander is very mysterious. He keeps to himself almost all the time. If you manage to earn his trust then you have it for a very long time. Unless you wrong him. Then its ten times as hard to earn his trust. He is very complex and it is hard to figure him out. He is has a deep compassion for those who he trust and will do almost anything for them.

    History: Alexander grew up in Viridian City until the age of 12. When Alexander turned 12, he found a wild Eevee. He kept this Eevee as a pet for about three months, then Alexander was attacked by a Spearow as he was walking home one day. Thats when Eevee attacked the Spearow, saving Alexander. After that, Alexander trained with his pokemon until he beat all the gyms in Kanto. After that he took the Kanto's Pokemon League Challenge. He worked his way up and beat the Elite Four, But lost to the champion. He was still determined to win so he trained even more. When he heared about the Hoenn League taking over all of Hoenn, he immediatly went to Professer Oak. Unable to convince him to help, he waited. Finally the best of the best were called up to be shipped to Hoenn. Alexander recieved his call and was sent out. On the way, the ships were attacked, once they started sinking, Alexander released Espeon who formed a psychic ball around them and brought them to shore.

    Category: Pokemon Trainer

    Weapon: Pokemon

    Pokémon: Umbreon, Espeon, Typhlosion, and Scyther

    RP Sample:
    (using an old one if you dont mind)

    Shou walked down the streets of the small town. Humans and other creatures were scurrying about their business. Selling their items. Shouts of Bargains entered his ears. But Shou continued on. He was not interested in foolish items. He was a Demon. Of human appearance, yes, and he was always like that. He needed not lesser nutrients. His white Cloak and hood appeared not to be touched by the dirt and filth of the street. His face was soft in appearance and comforting. He seemed kind enough, his baritone voice kindly refusing all the offers handed to him. Thanking the shop keepers for their kindness and all.

    Then, a small child ran into Shou and fell over. Shou kneeled down to pick the child from the street floor. The smile and soft features were still on his face. But the eyes had changed tone into a darker, crueler, colder yet the eyes burning with rage. The Childs happy face turned to that of horror and ran off like he had seen a ghost.

    The villagers looked oddly at Shou, and Shou took his hood off of his head, his face was back to normal, kind and comforting. The villagers seeing the face saw nothing wrong, and thus came to the conclusion that the child had probably imagined something. Life returned to normal.

    For the moment, he will allow the lesser filth to run free in the lands of Ordek. But soon, Shou will claim his true title, Kurayami no Shou, so as to declare dominance over the living and the dead alike. Control the past and the present and thus dominate the Future with the choking alliance of Darkness and Fire.



     
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    Name: Rataki Emera

    Age: 15

    Gender:     Female

    Appearance: Rataki is about 5' 7" in height with a slender build and powerful arm muscles. Her straight, medium length hair is a dark dirty-blond color and often a little messy. Her sharp, slightly slanted eyes are deep blue-grey with a single golden speck in the right one. Around her neck is a thin black cord with a clip on the end that holds Risho's Pokeball. Tied around her head is an orange headband with a shooting four-point star (like that on the end of Rentoraa's tail) printed on it. She wears a black t-shirt with the same star on the top right front and two R's on either side of an arrow printed in blue with silver streaks on the back along with black wristbands on both wrists. Her flaring jeans are faded with a sparsely decorated brown belt. On her back is a fairly simple quiver filled with arrows an elegant brown bow.

    Personality: Rataki is not exactly a very friendly person. She interacts well with others and doesn't mind meeting people, but she's a bit of a loner and prefers to sit and think rather than join in conversations. She's clever and will offer her opinion or knowledge when needed or just when she feels like it. One might go so far as to say she sometimes has a split personality because she can go from a rather cold, quiet, loner, to a decently talkative, laughing, fairly social girl.

    In truth, her personality depends on the situation and the life of a trainer means she spends more time with her companion Pokemon than she does with other people. She's calm and it is very hard to get under her skin, much like her Rentoraa, Risho, who is who she talks to the most.

    History: Rataki was born in Shinou and lived there most of her childhood. Her mother was a breeder and her father worked in an office so she spent much of her time either with Pokemon or around boring (in her opinion) office workers.

    When she was five, her father took her to a dojo that taught both humans and Pokemon to enhance their skills. One of the skills taught to humans was archery which she was instantly fascinated with. She begged her mother and father to let her learn how to use a bow and when she was seven they finally agreed though she didn't get any serious training until she was ten.

    On the morning of her tenth birthday her mother gave her a baby Korinku which she promptly named Ri Ri. On the same day, her father gave her the chance to do some serious training at the dojo and she took it. After half a year of training at the dojo and practicing her skills as a trainer with Ri Ri, she left her home town and began her journey in Shinou.

    She continued her bow training while she traveled though she wished dearly for another chance like the half a year of training she had had in the dojo. When she came upon another dojo she joined and continued her training. By that time she was eleven. At age twelve she left the dojo and moved to Kanto to join one of it's famous archery training centers. Soon after that, Ri Ri evolved into a Rukushio and Rataki changed his name to Rish Rish.

    Rish Rish evolved into Rentoraa when Rataki was thirteen and was renamed Risho by request. When Rataki was fifteen she was asked to join a force that was being sent to Hoenn to defeat Achu and the League and she was more than glad to agree. Though she had left the dojo when she was fourteen to pursue the life of a trainer, she wished to do something with the skills she had learned and this was her chance.

    Category: Archer

    Weapon: Bow and arrows

    Pokémon: "image removed"Risho, the male Rentoraa

    RP Sample: (From A Hero's Curse)Teria placed her hand against the rough wall of her house. The red brick of the wall gave her a feeling of comfort. She closed her dark eyes and laid her forehead against the stone. It was cool and for a moment she forgot about her worries. The air around her was clear and chilly and the only sound was the soft rustle of leaves blown about by the wind.

    A sudden surge of pain broke her peaceful mood. Her muscles twitched as she lifted her head and opened her eyes. How long was she going to have to fight this? How many more times would she have to feel pain and know that this time, she might not be able to fight it off.

    It had only been about half a month since Ino's death. Two and a half weeks to be precise. It had been very hard keeping herself alive during that time. She had watched as people around her succumb to the curse laid upon all of them. Her city had been severely damaged by three who had gone on rampages and people now lived in fear of it happening again. She wondered vaguely if there were others left besides her. Probably, she thought to herself, I can't be the only one who managed to fight off the curse. There must be others like me. Perhaps here, in this city. It's unlikely, but I can't simply give up. I really ought to look for them. How hard could it be to find them?

    She turned from her house and sighed. Her parents and two sisters were in the city hiding in one of the shelters. They knew about her Abilities and hadn't argued when she said she wasn't going with them. They knew it was for the best though it was very hard to say goodbye to them. She knew perfectly well that all of them never thought they would see her again and she felt the same way. Eventually she would be caught by an attack when she couldn't fight it off and it would kill her. She only hoped she wouldn't be one of those to go on a rampage. On the other hand, there was always the chance that there was a way to end the curse. Well, if there was, she'd never find it out here. She had to find others with Abilities that had survived. They'd have a much better chance of finding a cure if there were lots of them than only one. That was surely the best option.

    Teria nodded silently to herself. She removed her hand from the side of her home and stepped back, surveying it sadly. Would this be the last time she saw it? She hoped not. With another sigh she closed her eyes and leapt into the air. Two wings sprouted from her back and carried her into the sky.
     
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    Ooooh, nice RP. Do you mind if I join?

    Name: Kairin Elvannis (People call her 'Kuro', or sometimes 'Black Vampire', because of her appearance.)

    Age: 15

    Gender: Female

    Appearance: Kuro has long silver hair that she wears down. Her eyes are like a cat's; slitted and yellow. Her ears seem to be slightly pointed, and her canine teeth look fang-like. Her clothes are black (long-sleeve shirt, long pants, and shoes) and she wears brown leather shoulder-armor. She also has leather armor on her knees, like kneepads. She has a tall, slim frame, also.

    Personality: Kuro has an unpredictable, violent personality. She is almost the first one to jump into battle. She doesn't like other people much, but she will tolerate them. Kuro also seems to think that her opinion is the right one, usually making others think that she's a control-freak. She has a pretty decent temper, but once she gets mad, it's like a nuke went off. Okay, not that bad... When in a fight, Kuro always has to have the finishing move, even if it was a teammate's battle. She is also very sarcastic.

    History: Kuro was born in a far-off region, not commonly known to many people. Her father was the gym leader of her town, and there was not a single trainer who carried his badge. She had watched her father train her brother to be a champion, but Kuro was always pushed aside, as she was too weak for her father. Kuro had decided that she would become stronger than both her father and her brother, both as a trainer and a fighter. Her Fukamaru, Rukai, had seen her training day and night to become a better assassin than her brother. One day, Rukai broke out of his Pokeball while Kuro was passed out (not sleeping), and had gone to train by himself. When Kuro woke up, Rukai was fighting a Rentoraa, but Rukai was no longer a Fukamaru, but a Gabaito. Rukai had the upper hand, being a ground/dragon type against an electric, but Rukai was worn out. Kuro rushed over to Rukai's side and poisoned the Rentoraa (not deadly poison, just like a 'poisonpowder' type poison.), and Rukai used a powerful Takedown. From that day on, Rukai and Kuro trained side-by-side, and are currently trying to get strong enough to beat Kuro's father and brother.

    Category: Assassin? <Poisons, daggers, hand-to-hand.>

    Weapon: Kuro has a variety of throwing daggers in a belt at her waist, along with a metal gauntlet on her left arm. <Her left and right arms are equal.>

    Pokémon: Kaburaisu ~ Nicknamed 'Rukai.'
    Rukai possesses the nearly the same insanity that his trainer does. He will take command without question, unless it's to kill or seriously wound someone. He doesn't like Pokemon that are much weaker than him, so he attacks them before they know what to do. This habit is actually despised by Kuro, as she will only fight when needed.

    RP Sample: Oh, you should know by now. :D

    ~Kaburaisu's data. https://serebii.net/pokedex-dp/445.shtml

    ~The middle one is Kuro's brother, and she has the same gauntlet that he has. https://oekaki.nightmarevalley.com/pictures/232.png

    Sorry if this is a bad sign-up. I feel...uncreative today.
     
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    Name: Ichigo Kirameki
    Age: 13
    Gender: Female
    Personality: Ichigo is one of those people that can turn the world upside-down with a small hint of a smile, grin, smirk, or just her lips turned upward in a happy position. She's blindly optimistic and never takes a chance to make the scenario more clement, more sunny. Ichigo is dubbed as the "Bawling Baby," or in a manifested definition "A cry baby," how she alleged that name, was that in every doleful or inadequate moment, she does one simple thing, she crys her heart out. One may see this annoying, but Ichigo will particulary barricade the tears herself, not for any known reason. She's upbeat and perky, and tries to make the best of the situation, another recitation, if any someone of something is abiding to be rapacious to her, she'll also lament over the situation. In precise, Ichigo is hyper, acts like a toddler, is buoyant, and not aghast to bellow. Her own language, is definately her eccentric deameanor, where she says -chan at the end of everyones names, including boys, which mentions her character.

    Due to her hyenic nature, you could easily conclude that Ichigo loves to laugh, a chuckle, or giggle and can fit into her personality too. Mostly, she loves to laugh at her own little jokes and quirks, which don't amuse anyone but her, then people look at her as odd and queer. Ichigo can be identified as "A 4 year old in a 13 year old's body," and many people recognize her as that.

    To Ichigo, life is a game that must be always of fresh moves and continuous entertainment, free of routine. Changing horses in the middle of the stream is another small quirk for Ichigo, which makes decision making, and sticking to a decision, particularly hard for her. Ichigo is incredibly imaginative, thinking of new ideas almost all of her time, but concentrates on the good stuff in life. Only thinking of optimistic things, you could address her as a "Goody goody."

    When in battle, Ichigo can be addressed as the complete opposite, determined, strong, but some vague quirks of when she's in battle is thinking before she acts, she scarcely stops to logically analyze the data before her. In general, she just takes swings with her sword and pray that it hits, or even scratches the opponent.
    Description: Ichigo is rather short for her age, and seems the least bit imtimidating. She has contrasting scarlett hair that seems to be ringletted into ample curls, with a coral ribbon ever-so-slightly previaling on the apical of her head. Ichigo's viridian eyes seem to hold a lot of optimism inside them, as they are glowing every minute. Ichigo has her army of freckles carefully residing under her eyes and as we go on there are two dimples on Ichigo's cheeks that seems to look asinine when she beams at you. Ichigo wears a plain, alabaster shirt with a fuchsia tie with strawberries-yes, strawberries. She wears jeans that are to distant for her, but she prefers it that way, especially if her height is prolonged when she wears her waraji.

    On her back resides Ichigo's sword, "Tsuki," or more common "Moon." Tsuki isn't proclaimed a normal sword, maybe it even isn't a sword. The way it isn't that Ichigo's "sword," looks particulary like a club, one that's gigantic, an onyx steel color, and up-ward spikes sticking out of it, it's said to be asinine, but the real mystery is, how can a delicate girl carry a 50-pound sword?
    Weapon: Sword - Club {Description Above}, Black-fingerless gloves with a metal plate stuck on it; the weapon part is that it enables Ichigo to creates craters with her arms, and leg warmers that are the same.
    History: Ichigo was born in Shinou, into a long line of trainers, and resided in Hakutai city, she was procliamed a trainer by the age of 8, a less than average age of when a trainer recieves her pokemon. She recieved one from her mother, a Pinpuku, and vowed to only train her and Híme, her Pinpuku only. To tell the truth, she had no intention of becoming champion, she wanted to just explore the cities of Shinou.

    When she was pacing along the path of a mysterious woods, there she saw an old man, who was short in height, had dull, grey hair, and seemed weak. The good person she is, she asked for help but was declined as he was just viewing the scenery then, her nature caught up with her and she nagged to him.

    "Well, you look like a helpless old man, so I tried to save you but noooo, you just were viewing," at that vantage she held up her fingers in a bunny-way and bent them, "the scenery of a forest with JUST TREES!" she roared exactly in that way, her melodic voice becoming the least bit scary.

    The old man admired Ichigo's sense and decided to take her up on an offer, to teach her in the samurai art. Ichigo agreed as fast as a hummingbird fluttered it wings and soon trained with him. She developed her own sword style usuing a club, and soon was on her way again. When she recieved the new about Achu, she once again, right away agreed, but she thought before she acted, once again.
    Pokemon:
    {& &.// h im e ♥} Híme - Female - Pinpuku
    Treated like a princess; Híme is definately spoiled by her trainer, not just in one way, Ichigo forlongs to teach Híme many other moves other than she is supposed to learn. Pinpuku, is similar to her trainer, optimistic, a bawling baby, they are just peas in a pod. Híme may not be the strongest pokemon, but she has a heart, and will do anything to save her trainer. Híme was given to Ichigo as a present from her mother when she was the tender age of eight and still carries her around with her to this day.
    RP Sample:
    I walked silently along the side of my teammates. I mentally noted that the rock used to make the road was fairly old. I turned to look at my teammates as they talked between one another. Ugh, how I loathed their so called "togetherness." I focused on the female with blond hair and blue eyes. Her name is Shigeko, and I really think it suits her. Her name means luxuriant. That is exactly what she is. And Isuma, about as intelligent as a genius, and he is courageous; a warrior.

    My eyes fixed my eyes on Shigeko. Her hair is shiny and soft-looking because of the expensive shampoo she uses. I held up a strand of my own hair. Chesnut brown . . . but it looked fairly soft and shiny. I looked over at Shigeko again and caught her attention. "What do you want!" she asked with a fairly annoyed tone. I didn't reply. I simply glared at her for a second before turning away. This was too much. They're already driving me crazy. I looked up at the sky. There wasn't a cloud to be seen in the sky. I hated when it was like this.

    I rubbed my temples as Isuma continued to talk about nothing and everything at the same time. I don't think he minded that he was only talking to hear himself talk. Perhaps he didn't notice that he was. Either way, I really wished he would shut up. I walked the streets silently along my teammates. They began to make idle chitchat with one another, and I soon lost interest in them. I pulled a book out of my kunai patch and began to concentrate deeply on the words written on the page. "Hey, Nanashi! Listen to me when I'm talking to you!"

    "Huh?"

    "Kuso! I said we should look for a hotel!"

    "I agree . . ." She smiled as we finally agreed on something. I, of course, had the pleasure of finding a hotel. I spotted an akuba. I gulped as I walked up to her. This would be the first time in a long time that I had to socialize with some one out of our village that was not an enemy. "Konichiwa . . ."

    "Konichiwa!" she said rather cheerfully. I took a second look at her. She was really short; only about 5'1". I looked at her face and noticed that she had a lot of wrinkles. I tried to avoid eye contact, but I couldn't help myself. I could see such kindness and warmth.

    "Gomen, akuba . . . do you know where I can find the nearest hotel?"

    "Of course! It's about four blocks from here. You'll know it when you see it," she answered with a smile. I gave an awkward smile and quickly thanked her. I liked that. She was kind to me, but I don't think I was ready for that yet. I mean . . . I wasn't used to that. It was awkward, and I almost didn't like it. I found Shigeko and Isuma standing in front of the hotel.

    "Hey! Nanashi! We found a hotel! Isn't that great!" Isuma shouted excitedly. My left eyebrow began to twitch. Shigeko laughed at me. She knew what I was thinking. I had to go through all that when the found the hotel! I resisted the urge to strangle them as I pushed past them.

    "Hurry up. We better get our rooms." That was all I said. I needed to keep my calm demeanor. Shigeko smirked as she and Isuma walked into the hotel with me. I glared at Shigeko as I pulled out my wallet. I had to pay for the rooms! Shigeko said that she wanted all of us to have separate rooms. She also said she wanted her room under her name. I forcefully smiled as I tried to keep from yelling. I retreated to my room as soon as soon as the other two had left. I was really tired for some reason. I closed my eyes and quickly fell into a restless sleep. For now - all of us were anticipating on thing; the Chuunin Exams.
     
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    Name: Danne Roverelle

    Age: 16

    Gender: Female

    Appearance: Danne has skin of bottle-milk white and a nose that takes on the shape of a tiny garlic bud, fairly smaller than other 16 year-olds. Her long, saddle brown hair rests in two lose ponytails over her shoulders, with a few stubborn strands trailing down her slim neck. As lush and cool colours make the lass happy, Danne's constant outfit is a comfortable white cotton blazer over a cornflower blue tank top, and a pair of dark olive green cargo pants accented with khaki trim.

    The most eye-catching feature of the girl is her towering height, standing at 6 feet and 4 inches tall, looking down at you with the seemingly friendliest of beady, black eyes. And not only that, Danne has a natural – or bad – habit of going around bare-footed.

    Personality: Danne is the kind of girl you can call altruistic, and also the type that does not give a damn whatsoever when you flash her disapproving frowns at her charcoaled bare feet. She feels that if there is no law against something she wishes to do, –although disapproved and shunned at by many- she'd go ahead with the process.

    Danne is keen of being different from the others and strives to be unique in her own way, which resulted in her behaviors, like setting up of chemistry classes at high-classed restaurants. There wasn't any sign that read "No Chemistry", she protested when the manager gave her the hell of a harsh, harsh reprimand.

    No, Danne does not have the gift of a gab, she just simply finds the most seemingly reasonable and lamest of excuses to get herself out of her own messes in attempt of trying to show the others of her 'unique-ness'demeanor, and pushes her luck to the extreme.

    History: Give me a day or two to finish this part? ^^;;

    Category: White Magician

    Weapon: Potions and vials of many kind that heals poisoning, burns, and paralysis. (Because I don't know what staves are =/)

    Pokémon: Tropius

    Name: Banarii
    Gender: Male

    Banarii was named by Danne after the bunch of bananas which hangs below his neck. The Tropius is the total opposite of his companion/trainer, calm and collected, and never went for something that rustled in the bushes. Curiosity kills the cat, that's certainly a phrase Banarii greatly approved of. In fact, Banarii sometimes wished he wasn't the pokemon of a crazy maniac who always had to make a fool of herself at any given moment. Banarii even regarded himself as a mature older brother whom was forced to be tied down by his crazy 'sister', which is none other than Danne.

    Banarii has leaves/wings of a cooler and brighter shade of green than the other Tropius.

    RP Sample: This one would probably need some time as well.

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    So... Be kind enough as to give me some time to finish up the remaining parts? xD; Pweese?

    -Wishes to be reserved-

    Haven't role played for two good months >.< Gack! Sorry if there are tons of grammatical errors =/
     
    This is my first time being game master so things might not go as smoothly as most would expect. Anybody with experience should feel free to offer tips where you think they're needed. Alright, moving on to Sign-ups then…

    No, darthmoose, I don't believe we've met =P
    You've got just about everything in check and put a little extra info for your Pokémon, [/stamps], APPROVED.

    Randall, the personality seems a little short, only three lines on my screen, but if your RP Sample's any indication of how you'd normally post then I'd have to accept you, [/stamps], APPROVED.

    Alana, myesh, myesh, very, very nice Sign-up, [/stamps], APPROVED.

    Midnight Dragon, I believe I have seen you RP before so I suppose an RP Sample wouldn't be terribly necessary. Fine link you've got there for the Pokémon's data. I'm not at all familiar with the new region or anything that has to do with it so that should come in handy. As for the Assassin, and dagger weapons, I don't see any reason why I can't allow it, so that's all good. (EDIT) Alright, I see you're all done now, [/stamps], APPROVED.

    Mikuru, myesh, very detailed I see, oooh, I like, I like! Just one qualm, you've stated your weapon yet you've forgotten to specify a category. In this case, since your weapon is a specialized type of club, I'll put you in the Fighter category, [/stamps], APPROVED.

    Spork Pie (what a delicious sounding name =P), is this your first post in PC? Your Sign-up is looking particularly acceptable at this point. Finish up the History section and provide a RP Sample and you'll be on your way. I'll keep a White Magician spot for you then, [/slots], RESERVED. By the way, my understanding is that a stave = staff.

    Now, for everybody that has joined or is thinking about joining, I assume you plan on posting more than one entry in this RP before mysteriously vanishing, myesh? If there comes a time where you know you won't be able to post for a while, a heads-up would be nice. Hm, we'll start after the few Sign-ups have been sorted out. I'll try to put up the opening post before the end of the week then.

    Anybody else who wants to join, spots are still available.
     
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    Hmm... now why would I pass up an rp that does seem to have quite a few fairly good roleplayers in it? Joineth, I shall.

    Name: Jack L'estat

    Age: 16

    Gender: Hmm... Let's see, his last name is the modified version of the name of a slightly pervy vampire, so male would probably be appropriate here.

    Appearance (Agh, I really hate this section): Jack stands about 5'4, and has shockingly blond hair- most people mistake his hair for a wig, in fact. His clothing includes a yellow-green fishing vest, a dark green sweatshirt, and a pair of his father's patent "Parachute Pants", which actually do double as parachutes. Additionally, Jack wears a pair of yellow sneakers that inflate into large, duck-shaped shoes when clicked together. Jack's eyes are bright green, and constantly sparkling inside with energy. Jack rounds this outfit out with a carrying case on his back which contains his fishing pole, "Killall".

    Personality: If Jack's personality could be summed up in one word, that word would probably be either "passionate" or "electric". Jack has a talent for making himself heard, and is "never backward in coming forward", or so the saying goes. Jack is constantly in the thick of whatever he's doing, be it fighting, acting, or playing around. Jack has a special place in his heart for musical theatre, and occasionally does summarize his feelings by humming a few bars of a song. As far as romance goes, Jack often enjoys playing matchmaker for others, even if they don't want or need any help. Jack's oddest quality in romantic terms, however, is his attraction to female Pokemon- but more on that in...

    History: To fully understand Jack's history, we must go back, back, way back... (No, you fool! Don't back into me!)

    One Thousand Years Ago:

    In the past, Jack was born and grew up as a very happy and passionate Pikachu. His passions, unfortunately, were usually directed at the wrong objects- such as his ill fated affair with Sonja, a beautiful Ninetales. who dissaproved of Jack's runaround approach to the opposite gender. Jack, on the other hand, was completely oblibivious to her obvious distaste, and eventually fell in love with her. After attempting to hit up on Sonja verbally for weeks, or win her over with gifts, with no success; Jack decided to try a slightly more controversial tactic- he leapt directly at her one day as she exited a pool in which she was bathing, and attempted to kiss her. Unfortunately (but pretty much obviously, the foreshadowing here is huge,) Jack landed directly on on of Sonja's tails, and found himself in a gigantic pickle. Not wanting to be cursed to become a wandering ghost for eternity, Jack pleaded for his life, and Sonja, taking pity, decided to give Jack a slightly different curse, so that his punishment would better fit his crime. Jack thanked her, then went on to lead a happy life, get married to a very good-looking female Pikachu, and have sixteen children, fourteen grandchildren, and a fatal heart attack from laughter at age eighty.

    Okay, back to the present.

    When Jack was born, it did not become apparent that he was different from other human beings in any significant way until age ten, when it became very clear that he could understand Pokemon, and at age thirteen when it became clear to his parents that instead of human girls, Jack was particularly interested in female Pokemon. Hoping to avoid the disapproval of his parents, Jack teamed up with a Chikorita, Audrey, who was a fellow fan of musical theatre, and hit the road. Eventually, after travelling a few years, Jack befriended Grace, a very young Pikachu who was travelling to Hoenn with her trainer to take part in a Pokemon contest. Unfortunately, her arrival coincided with the attack on Lilycove, and she was lost in the destruction of the city. Vowing to avenge his fallen friend, Jack gathered his team, and set out to wage war...

    (Incidentally, Jack's curse is this in a nutshell- he's reborn as a human, but has the same lusts he had as a Pokemon, and no way to declare his love for any Pokemon he meets. Jack has no memory of the events of a thousand years ago- he just know's that he's a human who likes girl Pokemon, and leaves it at that.)

    Class: Trainer- ironic for a former Pokemon, no?

    Weaponry: Jack's fishing pole, "killall", is his one actual weapon. It can withstand a few hits from nearly any other type of weapon, and does make an effective club in a pinch, but Jack truly considers his prowess with coordinating Pokemon attacks to be his greatest battlefield asset.

    Pokemon:

    Rai- Pikachu, female: Rai is a descendant of Jack, and is completely unaware that she is being trained by her own great-great *insertrandomnumberofgreatshere* Grandfather. Rai is a bit of a mischief maker, and enjoys annoying her volatile teammates, especially the temperamental Audrey. Rai has a slight "condition" of her own- she is unable to produce electricity, except in times of great stress. In order to keep this from hampering her in battle, Jack has endeavored to teach Rai quite a few physical moves, such as focus punch, dig, and iron tail. Rai's signature moves, however, are attract and toxic, leading to her team nickname of "poisoned rose".

    Audrey- Meganium, Female: Audrey isn't Jack's Pokemon so much as he is her trainer- in fact, Jack is more likely to follow a direct order from Audrey then she is to follow a command from him. Audrey and Jack both enjoy theatre, and Audrey often impersonates her favorite musical character- Audrey II, from "Little Shop of Horrors". (Audrey Two was the man-eating plant). Audrey is a powerhouse when using the vine whip attack she inherited from her Venusaur father, but using the move has a catch- Audrey can level concrete walls with a single swing of her vines, but that's all she can do. (Alright- in a nutshell, Audrey's vine-whip is abnormally powerful, but she can only use vine whip.) Audrey's bad temper, crazy habits, and love of the song of the same name has earned her the team nickname of "Mean Green Mother from Outer Space".

    Sonja- Ninetales, Female: Recognize the name? Sonja is the original thousand-year-old Ninetales who cursed Jack in the first place, and is the only member of the team to know his full story. In the thousand or so years she has been alive, Sonja has seen and heard a lot, earning her the team nickname of "Ancient Wisdom". Sonja originally decided to travel with Jack because she felt slightly guilty about cursing him in the first place- after all, true love was hardly a reason to get angry at him. As of yet, she has not disclosed Jack's secret to anyone, including him.

    Sabine- Cubone, Female: Technically not Jack's Pokemon, Sabine was lent to him by a friend for the journey to free Hoenn. Sabine's job is to chronicle the events leading up to Hoenn's freedom, earning her the nickname "The Chronicler". Sabine tends to avoid battle, preffering to beffudle opponent's with her intellect. Sabine's main asset is her photographic memory, which she uses to provide accurate details for the Chronicles she writes.

    Other: (I technically guess this could go under history, but as history is really supposed to be significant events surrounding your character's life, I thougt that I had better stick these things in other, as they really didn't fit anywhere else.)

    Jack's Father is an eccentric inventor, who invented, among other things, Jack's "parachute pants", which really do double as a parachute. Unfortunately, most of his inventions have flopped, like the sneakers Jack wears, which inflate into yellow duck slippers when he clicks his heels. He invented the alloy Jack's fishing pole is made from.

    Jack retains some of his original speed and agility from his Pikachu days, and is naturally quicker then most ordinary humans.

    Rumor has it that Sabine is secretly hiding the mysteries of the universe inside her skull, but as of yet no one has dared to check.

    Role-Playing sample:

    "Forward! Forward, my noble steed!" came the voice of a fifteen year old boy. As he came into view, you could see that he was aboard a slightly scratched Mach Bike, and was being chased by a very playful Mightyena, who was barking loudly.

    "No! Back you fiend! Back! Back to the swamp from whence you came! Or the ocean- or the field- or wherever it is you Mightyena's come from!" said Kyle in a dramatic voice, before stopping the bike. As he walked towards the tower, the Mightyena began to follow him. Kyle turned to it. "No, Fang, you can't follow me- you might scare whatever Pokemon I heard inside there last night, and on top of that Michael will be missing you- he probably wonders why you aren't back helping him at the breeding kennels right now."

    The Mightyena whined, before beggining to slowly walk away.

    "Don't worry- I'll be back. I'll be fine! And if I find the new Pokemon, we may have a new friend- we always like new friends! And if our new friend is a Lapras, that would be cool- I've always liked Lapras- and Scyther, ooh, and Plusle and Minun too! I wonder what's in there..." Kyle continued rambling about what might be in the tower, apparently not realising that by this point, his obsessive talking had cheered Fang up, and he was already far out of earshot. Kyle continued talking to the air in front of him. "I just hope it isn't Spinda or Aipom- I may not get was weirded out by them as a picture of them, but they still creep me out, some..." Kyle walked up to the front door. "And I'll be back for dinner." he said as he began to open it.

    You don't know that, do you Kyle?

    Kyle looked startled. "Who said that!" he yelled, looking around.

    It's me Kyle. Your brain. Have you forgotten me?

    Oh. Hi brain. Thought Kyle, retreating to the relative safety of his mind.

    Well, what are you going to do? Go into the tower or stay out here?

    I'm going in brain. Isn't that fairly obvious?

    Good! Don't worry about me- I'll be right out here. Waiting.

    Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, brain. thought Kyle, in a rather sarcastic tone of voice.

    It's what I'm there for.

    With a sigh, Kyle ended his mental conversation, walked up to the door of the tower, and knocked. He then waited about two seconds for any sort of answer before busting straight in.

    (This is taken from another roleplay- Dementia Tower, on proboards.)
     
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    OOC: Quite a quirky Sign-up. A thousand year old Ninetails and a Pikachu that turned boy, forgot his past and is attracted to Pokemon ... it'll be interesting to see where you take this, [/stamps], APPROVED.
     
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    < OoC: Hm...So does that mean that our Pokes can practically talk directly to your character? And that's a very mystery-dungeon reversed sounding chara. But that's just me. And I finished my history part.>
     
    OOC: Alright, I edited my post as well. You're accepted. Oh, and ACC, if you're going to be a trainer then that fishing pole can't be anything out of the ordinary. As for the talking question, I wouldn't necessarily say that the Pokemon can speak human language but if they had a considerably strong bond with their trainers then communication shouldn't be too much trouble. Or am I overlooking something here?
     
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    Biography - this is a long one. D:

    Full name: Lena Chitose

    Gender: Female

    Age: 19

    Ethnicity: Eurasian

    Job/Category: Black Magician

    Weapon: Attacks with powerful elemental magic. Specialises in ice-based attacks. Carries a staff that amplifies her power, and also packs a powerful punch when used in close-range combat.

    Personality: Lena, at a glance, can come across as a dark and rather gloomy person. If you said that, you'd probably be right. Her tragic past has shaped her into a cruel and rather merciless soul, who seems to only have time for pokémon, and everyone else seems to be somewhere below twenty-fourth on her list of things-to-do. She will, without second thought, put down, insult, make fun of, and otherwise go out of her way to degrade someone.
    While not truly evil at heart, however, Lena can appear this way to many who don't bother to see past her rather thick shell. She makes few friends because of this, but to those who can win her trust she is a loyal 'friend for life'.
    While she is generally cool (but not quite calm), her temper has a tendancy to flare up in an instant, usually because of some remark about her height.
    In combat, Lena prefers to strike from a distance rather than get her hands dirty; because of this, her magic attacks are less accurate in close-range combat, but are dangerous at long range. If battle becomes hand-to-hand, Lena will more often than not begin to attack with physical blows from her staff.

    Appearance:

    Click Here for image c: UPDATED: Now in full colour. o:

    Lena is slightly short for her age, standing at 5'11"; just under 6'. Her skin is very pale, as if she'd been sitting in front of a computer screen for too long, and was taking some serious radiation. Her hair is a silver-ish ivory colour, and hangs down almost to the ground when not tied up. It is generally held back by her hat, although her fringe and two slightly longer segments hang down by her face. Her eyes are a light, clear sapphire blue, and are flecked with amber around the edges of the iris.
    Lena's ensemble includes a long, dress like outift, with a mostly blue body and strange, swirling patterns in shades of blue and cream. She also wears a matching hat that splits into two parts, both ending with a gold bell and with a dark blue ribbon trailing from each bell. The sleeves are long and flared, withed cuffed edges. Her shoes cannot be seen, but are tall, thick boots made from some pokémon's hide, and sport patterns that match her clothing (she also wears, of course, the usual undergarments). She also carries a long, icy-blue staff with a semi-circular end. Only a crescent of the semi-circle remains, however; what appears to be a deep red orb containing a shard of ice glows and sits at the tip of the crescent.

    Mental strengths: Has excellent lateral thinking and deduction skills. Her strong will-power can be transformed into a powerful elemental attack.

    Mental Weaknesses: Cannot understand algebra for beans. Also, Lena has no sense of direction WHAT. SO. EVER.
    Note: Lena suffers from a hysterical case of arachibutyrophobia. For those who don't know, this is the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth.

    Physical strengths: Has a powerful and slim build, and slightly above average upper and lower body strength.

    Physical weaknesses: Little to no hand-eye coordination. Dislikes swimming, and cold water in general.

    History: ::cue story mode::
    A young girl with ivory blonde hair, around six or younger, grabbed her mother's dress, tugging her back. "Mommy, where are you going?" she asked curiously. Her tone was excited, although concern and worry laced her voice. The girl was Lena. Sapphire blue eyes looked up at her mother accusingly, scrutinising the woman. It was Lena's sixth birthday, and her mother was going into the city for a not-so-clear reason.
    "Come on, mommy, tell me! I want to come, too!" she whimpered as tears started to fill the sides of her eyes. Her eyes glistened with silver tears, that were more for show then anything else. Your mother wasn't supposed to leave on your birthday.
    "Im going to the ... toy store, Lena. I should be back soon, okay? Don't worry, papa will bring you to see me soon."
    "But mommy, the toy store isnt that far away, and papa can't make pancakes as well as you!" Lena pouted, hugging her mother's arm. "Please, mommy, let papa go to the toy store. I'll stay here with you!"
    Her mother kneeled down to Lena's height and smiled warmly. "Don't worry Lena. Be a good girl; stay strong, for me. Okay?"
    Lena nodded and held her mother tightly as her mother hugged her back, holding her daughter close before standing up, nodding to her husband, then sliding out the door, leaving only a his on the cheeks of her daughter and husband. "Come back soon, mommy ..." Lena whispered as her mother disppeared.

    18th October; three days after Lena's birthday

    Her Father led her into a hospital wing. A curtain was drawn over a sleeping shadow, cast by a body that lay in those hospital beds; too clean, too perfect. Lena hated hospitals.
    "Mommy isn't here, papa. She's still at the toy store, remember?" Lena giggled. "Silly papa!
    Her father looked at her apologetically before turning his attention to the curtain, to the bed, to the shadow. "Come on, Lena. Let's go in now."
    Lena gripped her father's hand as she walked inside the cold room with him. His hand was cold and clammy, as if he were nervous. She looked happily up at him, smiling, trying to break the china mask that he wore; a permanent frown, drawn across his face in a straight line. The man looked down at her and smiled back. It wasn't a real smile. He drew the curtain back with a melo-dramatic sweeping motion, often used in movies. There, sleeping soundly as though under a spell, lay a woman. Her skin was pale and blotchy, her hair black like the midnight. It did not shine. Thin, clear, plastic tubes were attached to her hands and were down her throat, constantly pumping and draining fluid to and from her limp, still body. It was her mother.
    "Mommy!" Lena screamed, hiding behind her father. "Papa, that isn't mommy. Mommy is still at the toy store. I know she is. She said she was."
    Her father moved towards the bed and looked at the dying woman. He placed a half-hearted hand on his daughter's shoulder, trying to reassure her and himself. "Oh, Lena ... I wish that were true. I wish she was." He sighed regretfully. Lena felt a warm drop of water fall on her head. "But she's not. This is her, Lena. This is mommy. She has lung cancer. Do you understand? The doctors are trying to fix her."
    Meena climbed onto the bed, not wanting to listen to her father any longer, and sat beside her mother. "Mommy? Mommy are you awake? You're going to be okay, right, mommy? The doctors will fix you. They'll make you better. And then you can come home with me and papa and we'll all make pancakes together!" Lena paused as the woman's eyes flickered open. "Mommy? Did you forget to drink your coffee again?" Tears hung like diamonds on the tips of her dark lashes. These ones were genuine tears of sadness and fear.
    "Lena ... don't forget. Be strong for mommy, okay ..?"
    "I will be, mommy. I'll be strong for you and papa."
    The woman smiled. "Good girl," she said softly. Her voice was barely a whisper.
    There was a loud, long beep that pierced the silence. A strip of paper slowly emerged from a strange-looking machine, a flat line printed in very black, very firm, and very clear ink.

    Lena took her promise to be strong to the max; she trained herself mentally and physically to be better than everyone. She would not accept 'no' for an answer, and was a sore loser when she didn't win something. She had to win. There was no other option for her and her pride. She had made winning her whole life. She became increasingly difficult to live with, and her father sent her, as much as it pained him, to a boarding school for 'special students'. While she was told over and over that there was nothing wrong with her, and she was just 'too much for the school's curriculum', she knew that no one wanted her around any more. She didn't care. She didn't want to be around them, either.
    Lena became increasingly withdrawn, and would often lash out with no reason. Her anti-social behaviour eventually got her expelled from the institution she had been sent to.
    In the long run, it hadn't really mattered; not long after that, the League struck, forcing everyone out of school anyway. Apparently, there was some punk kid who hadn't been beaten; impossible to beat, they said. What losers. Not Lena; she decided then and there that the anti-League forces were for her, and when the time came ... She would beat that snot-nosed little brat into the dust, where he and all his poncy subordinates of the Elite Four belonged. Perhaps it was for the fame; perhaps for the money. But she couldn't really be becoming, perish the thought, charitable ... could she? Pssh. Of course not. What a silly thing to imply.

    Pokémon:
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    Kuna / Yukimenoko [female]
    Kuna was found by Lena in an icy cave she had been exploring during one of the League's raids. Her other pokémon had been previously confiscated, and so upon finding Kuna, she literally dragged the pokémon kicking and screaming from the cave, pausing only to silence it as they left. Since then, the two have become an inseperable pair, working with the Anti-league to 'bring about a better world'. Kuna is semi-narcisistic, and so often gets distracted from the task at hand.

    Roleplay Sample: (this is a sample from an introduction to a wolf ropeplay; only a month or so old. Hope that's okay)

    Lone Terra was a vast, virtually uninhabited place. It had little in the way of protection or hiding material, save for the odd tree scattered about. Had the circumstances been even just a little more in his favour, Kalina would have avoided this sort of area at all costs - his silver-grey pelt had made him the object of more than one hunter's desires. He supposed that there was at least one thing to be grateful for about this place - snow covered the ground, turning the landscape stark-white. In the snow, he may as well not have existed, if it had not been for his shadow. The sun still rose, as bright as ever, and so his shadow cast itself as it had always done, and would no doubt do until he died.

    The silvery brute watched with sapphire gaze as his paws left identical imprints on the thin layer of snow, only for the marks to be swept away again by the falling flakes that clung to his pale hide. The snow would melt with the warmth radiating from beneath his pelt, leaving tiny droplets of water that would call to the sun and be swept up in a golden glow, spangling the wolf's entire being in light.
    Auds remained pricked, and oculii darted at regular intervals, listening and watching for a hint of a pack - that was why he was here. To find a pack. As Man began to find ways of traversing the places that the wolven had once found safe, so the wolves were being pushed further and further away from their homes and closer and closer together. Wolves weren't meant to live together, but as loners. Man had disturbed much. And maybe it was the promise of power that called to him. Or perhaps the security that only a pack could offer ... Kalina had lived most of his life alone, but now began to seek the safety of a pack, and perhaps somewhere he could call home, and someone he could call ... family.

    With a smirk, the he-wolf remembered fondly his first few weeks alone; over three years ago, now. He had never hunted much as a yearling, so had taken it upon himself to teach himself how to get things done. He had stumbled upon a herd of elk, and decided that he would give this a try. Without even bothering to prepare, he had rushed in and bit down on the ankle of the largest deer there. Shocked, but not afraid of the small pup, the elk had bolted, and Kalina had found himself running for his life. Not that he'd really minded, Kalina had thought upon looking back on the moment. The feeling of leaping into the wind and letting it carry him and whisper through his fur was unmatchable, in his opinion. Really racing, speeding, weaving through the undergrowth got his adrenaline pumping and his heart beating - it was this feeling that he loved more than any other, even more than the satisfaction felt as fangs pierced through the hide of prey, the feeling of fresh, warm blood seeping down his throat, and the welcome sensation of having your stomach full after days, weeks even, of starvation.

    That had been a one-off. Now, Kalina was a powerful hunter, who had learned through experience. He had learned to enjoy the kill and the reward, as well as the thrill of the chase. While he enjoyed running for his life, the ever-present fear of capture held him back. He had become an apprehensive wolf, and being in such an open space as this empty territory was doing nothing to help it. However, it was a risk that had to be taken. Over the barren landscaping, the wind whistled, whispering the wolf's name as he crossed the snow. "Kalina ... Kalina ..."
    Taking shelter under a large, leafless oak, Kalina threw back his head and let fly from his snowy maw his song. Beautiful and harmonious, the notes rose and fell, occasionally holding fast and echoing through the cool, afternoon air. The song told of sorrow and fear, of anger and rage, but woven within the music was a tale of hope - a spark of longing and need, still burning as an ember within the heart of a wolf.    ​
     
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    <OoC: Oh, that was supposed to be directed at ACC, seeing as how he can "understand Pokemon." Just wondering if that meant like a person "understands" what their dog is doing, or "understands" what another person is verbally saying.>
     
    OOC: Umm... the fishing pole is made of slightly harder material then an ordinary pole, but otherwise it is quite normal. The name "killall" was taken from an old story about Daniel Webster that I read that was written in colonial America (my home country), by the way. As for "understanding Pokemon", Jack can tell what his Pokemon are saying, but cannot speak Poke-Language. I just stuck that in there so I could translate Poke-Speak, and make it easier for Jack and his Pokemon to communicate verbally. Your Pokemon could also talk to him, but that's at your discretion. And yes, Jack's Ninetales themed encounter was inspired by the reincarnation of Gengar is MD. By the way, as long as we're talking about our characters, I notice that Lena hates her height being insulted, Fullmetal. Do I sense a bit of Ed-inspiration here? You know, it would be almost funny is you made her hate milk as well.
     
    OOC: My character can understand his Pokémon but that arose from their close relationship, so he probably wouldn't understand others as well. FullMetal, you're accepted. Love your RP Sample, btw. =) And actually, I sort of have that phobia about stuff getting stuck at the roof of my mouth. Didn't think they actually came up with a name for the peanut butter thingy though. New information.

    Turns out I'm going to have a pretty busy weekend. Probably won't have any time to post until next week so I thought I might as well get this started now. Post's a little rushed...

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    The cloud-free sky hung calmly over the vacant seashore, evidence of the early morning tragedy absent from its light blue gaze. To Hoenn's self-appointed rulers, nothing would appear out of place. Their lax attitude spread across the heavens and beamed in the rays brightening the white sands of the beach. They remained ignorant to the coming day, blind to the soft sea's deposits that intended to disrupt their casual confidence.

    Figures emerged, breaking the subtle waves as they marched their drenched bodies to dry sand. One man crashed to his knees and hands. Heavy drips of water fell from his face and tresses. His normally orange hair took a dark-blood tone when soaked to such extents. His muscles cringed in exhaustion as the pants kept coming. He never before swam the lengths he had this morning. It was hours and miles of relentless ocean. He repositioned himself, sitting his bottom on the sand, and then taking off his shoes to empty the pools that had collected within. The white clothes, drenched greyish, clung to his chest and legs. They needed to be hung somewhere so they could dry. But stripping in front of the groups of men and women that continued to rise from the ocean and walk onto the beach didn't seem like a feasible option. Some of them looked surprisingly young, and Wrang wouldn't show them anything they weren't ready to see. He had a better idea.

    He pushed back to a stand and plucked the blue, red and white PokéBall, or GreatBall, clipped to his belt. The sphere rolled off his fingers and popped open, streaming a red current that soon developed into a tall, winged dragon. The Charizard sank to one knee, bowing its head before him and folding its wings in respect. Wrang put a hand on the trained Pokémon's shoulder. That was his way of telling it to relax and that no danger was present. Understanding its master's gesture, it rose to its feet, towering over the man's nearly six-foot figure.

    Wrang pinched the wet cloth on his shoulders and raised them for presentation to the Charizard. He grinned nervously. "Heat Wave, please."

    The Pokémon sucked in a long breath. Once warmed inside itself, it exhaled a hot wave over Wrang. The heat wave poured on him, flicking his wet tendrils and fluttering his clothes violently. Wrang frowned. The warm wind felt pleasant but at the same time a tinge like it was burning his flesh. After long minutes and a couple more Heat Waves, his attire had been almost perfectly dry. The Charizard, of course, had applied a lot less force on the technique than it would have in a battle. Its goal wasn't to burn his master but only rid of them the ocean's residue. A powerful Heat Wave attack could very well burn a foe.

    "Good work," Wrang looked over himself, smiling at his Pokémon's handiwork. "Completely dry! I feel better already." The Charizard roared in success. It raised both fists in the air which made Wrang laugh. He returned the dragon to its spherical home. His shoes were still a little wet so he held them instead as he walked barefoot on the beach.

    He squinted as he looked to the skies. The sun was out and it was clearly noticeable. It started as such a beautiful day. Why did all those people have to die on the ship? He gritted his teeth and pumped a fist. Not that he personally knew them all, but they were allies and therefore, friends in some sense. He looked at the handful of survivors sharing the beach with him. He estimated that there were about eighty of them left. How were eighty soldiers meant to carry a job originally assigned to over a thousand men?

    It was impossible. But he tried to tell his mind otherwise. All those men might've gone down, but they went down fighting, and brave. So would he.

    Brown eyes suddenly snapped awake. Wrang searched around his back with a hand. It wasn't there. He knew something didn't feel quite right. His Gunblade was missing. If he was lucky, it got detached from him after he reached the shore and not in the infinite waters of the ocean. He surveyed every bit of ground in sight, hoping to find the weapon laying around somewhere. There was nothing but sand and more sand. Maybe one of the survivors had picked it up for safe keeping? He had to hope that that was the case. He began to approach people and ask whether they caught sight of the long blade.

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    The smoke was almost all gone. All signs of the incident were nearly deleted. No ships caught on fire, No debris floating in the water. It was weird how things can be so calm after a tragedy like that. The water was still. A light wind blew the smell of the ocean onto the beach, which revived Alexander. He arose searching the waters for anyships or survivors, but there was nothing to be seen.

    "How did they know we were coming?" Alex questioned himself. Soaked from head to toe, he released his Espeon to dry him off. "Espeon, use psychic to draw all the water from my clothes." The pokemon nodded and did as he was told. "Thanks Espeon!" Alex spoke as he reached to his belt, grabbed a ball, and returned his pokemon.

    Alex started to walk the beach line, searching for survivors from the crash. He found one, asking about a sword of some kind.

    "Sorry, I didn't see it. If you want me to, I will keep a eye out for it." Alex spoke to him and then walked away. He pulled his pokegear out of his pocket and wiped if off. "God do I love water proof." Alex said as he flipped open his phone and dialed a number.

    "Hello, Professer Oak?"

    "Ahh Alex, how are things going?" A crackly voice responded.

    "We were detecting coming into the bay. We were attacked...Many didn't survive." Alex spoke softly like he was trying to convince himself it wasn't real.

    "Thats terrible. I will let everyone back here know." The old man spoke like he was trying to do the same.

    "Professer, let my mom know that I love her and that I'm doing ok?" Alex spoke like a boy again.

    "I will do that. Good luck Alex, be strong, be safe. Do not try and play hero, it will just get you killed. If you can not win the battle, run. Ok." The man sounded like a soldier himself.

    "Yes sir!" Alex said as he hung up the phone.

    We have to assemble. That was the only thing on his mind at the moment. "Scyther, Umbreon, Typhlosion, talk to everyones pokemon, let them know we must assemble. I will keep Espeon here with me for protection. Just make sure you can get everyone to meet up. We still have a mission to do." Alexander spoke in sorrow and sadness. The pokemon just nodded and ran off.

     
    ((Ack. Short post. Stupid post. Unimaginative. Writers' block. Curses. D: ))


    The waves rolled and crashed outwards from the ship as it submerged, devoured by the white teeth of the ocean. Tiny bubbles began to rise from beneath the surface of the water, slowly becoming bigger as they broke through the slowly disippating waves. A dark shadow moved beneath the water, slowly, slowly. The dark grey hue of a ribbon touched the surface, followed by another, and then by a lock of hair; ivory-blonde. Then, a flash of pale blue light, and a figure leapt from the water, scowling. It was a girl, obviously in her late teens, although short and small-framed for her age. Her eyes were a deep and clear sapphire blue, and they were angry. This girl, sporting an odd clothing choice of cream and many kinds of blue. Her hat, which was long and would have reached the ground if she'd been standing on land, bore the same pattern as her skirts, and at the tip of both ends hung a bell, from which fluttered a ribbon. There was a dark blue jewel-like object at the front of her hat that matched her eyes, and it glinted in the strong light of the afternoon sun. A thick ribbon that hung around the girl's waist whipped around her, intertwining with her ivory hair and the ribbons on her hat as she fell back to the water. In her left hand she held a long, icy-blue staff that ended in a crescent. A deeper blue orb sat at its tip, and glowed for just a moment as it was aimed at the ocean.

    This was Lena Chitose; black magician and the 'princess of ice', as she liked to call herself. More determined to defeat the league than perform charitable actions, she was with the anti-League forces. Their ship had been attacked. It hadn't surprised Lena. It was huge, massive. Impossible to miss. Next thing she knew, she was underwater. It was cold water. However, her magic had saved her, and not for the first time; with a blast of magic, she had propelled herself up, and possibly frozen a small portion of the water around her. It didn't worry her: it would all melt soon enough. Now, she used her magic once again to freeze a thin, icy path across the top of the water. There was absolutely no way she was getting in that water again. Her attire was hardly suitable for swimming, in any case. So, scowling menacingly, she stalked down her makeshift path, careful to take the lightest of steps.

    There were others of the anti-League already on the shore. One had just been dried off by his charizard. Humph. Pathetic. Pokémon were tools of war, not replacement hair-driers. Another stood with an espeon at his side. Three pokémon had just left him and appeared to be searching the beach and shoreline. Lena sighed as the path ended, and she leapt with a sigh into the shallows. There was no point in wasting her energy on such a small scrap of water. She lifted her skirts to just above her ankles, staff still firmly in her grasp, and stepped out of the water.

    Wringing out her sleeves, Lena frowned. All of her was completely sodden; her clothes, her skin, her shoes ... She was soaked to the bone and shivered. With a groan, Lena reached for her belt. On it hung a red and white pokéball, and around it lay a brass frame. Two thick ribbons hung from the frame. Pressing the small button on the back of the 'ball, Lena released her only pokémon; a Yukimenoko named Kuna. The snow country pokémon appeared in a flash of brilliant red light, brushing off its body. "Yukimee?" the pokémon asked in an almost mocking tone. Lena frowned.
    "Use psychic on my clothing. Make it quick. I'm wet." Her tone was harsh and cold, as if she believed the pokémon beneath her. The ice-ghost hybrid copied her expression, then broke into a fit of giggles. "Yuki!" it protested as it gained back its composure. There seemed to be an uncertainty as to 'who ruled the roost'. Lena glared at her pokémon, snarling. "Do it, you stupid pokémon. Use psychic!" she commanded, stamping her foot for effect.
    The yukimenoko sighed grumpily and muttered something under its breath, but nodded. A soft, red light enveloped the girl and seemed to scan her over. As the psychic energy passed, so her clothing became dry again. Lena smiled with satisfaction as she inspected Kuna's work. "That was ... okay," she told her pokémon. "But do it faster next time. I could catch hypothermia."
    Kuna shook her head, groaning, but said nothing. Her blue and white body shone with the lustre of the sea, and the red bow around her waist contrasted marvellously. Where the whites of her eyes should have been, however, there was only a sickly yellow colour; true to her ghostly side. Her irises were ice-blue.
    Lena returned her pokémon to its pokéball, pondering whether or not she had just been hypocritical. With a smile, she dismissed the idea. How ridiculous. She nearly laughed.
     
    OOC: No idea how long this post is gonna be because I have limited time on the computer. I'll make it as long as my little brain can manage. ^_^

    IC: A flash of bright red light tore through the air, lighting up the horrifying scene of the large boat sinking quickly into the depths. The girl held the Pokeball close to her chest as she kicked at the waters pulling her under. The vacuum force from the sinking ship was drawing her beneath the waves and it took all of her effort to keep the surface in view. The hand clutching the Pokeball was useless for swimming and she refused to move the Pokeball to a pocket for fear of losing it.

    Finally her head broke the surface as the pulling force of the ship released her. After taking several deep breathes, she let out a mix of several curses and stayed suspended in the water for a moment. She looked left and right then turned round and stared at in the direction they had come. There was no way to make it back to Kanto and Hoenn was but a speck in the distance. It would be a very long swim.
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    Rataki was barely aware of the rough grains sticking to her skin and clothes as she crawled out of the sea and collapsed on the beach. She wasn't entirely sure she wasn't dreaming but at the moment, she didn't much care. The swim from the ship wreck had been the hardest thing she had ever done in her life. There had been several times during the swim that she had been sure she wouldn't make it.

    The Pokeball that held Risho slipped out of her hand and hit the sand with just enough force to make it open. The large blue and yellow form of Rataki's Rentoraa appeared and bent to lick his trainers face.

    "Rati, don't lie down yet. It's bad for your heart. You have to give your heart a chance to slow down before you collapse."

    Rataki looked up at her Pokemon through red, salt filled eyes. She gave a tiny nod and pushed herself onto her knees. "You're right, Risho," she said in a hoarse voice. "Help me up." She gripped the electric type's coarse fur and allowed herself to be lifted to her feet. Her legs screamed in protest but she fought against her exhaustion and staggered across the beach. As she blinked salt and sand out of her eyes, she began to notice other people scattered around the beach. Not nearly as many as she would have liked to see, but at least there were others.

    Keeping a firm hold on Risho's fur, she set off across the sand. Her exhaustion subsided slightly as she became aware of her surroundings. People of varying ages, most older than her, some with Pokemon, some with weapons, some with both. She noticed a few who had quivers strapped to their backs and immediately reached up to check her own. By some miracle, most of her arrows and her bow were still there, as was the small amount of money she had in her pocket. Not that it did her any good at the moment, but it might come in handy later.

    A man with red hair approached and asked about a blade he had lost. She considered for a moment then simply shook her head. "I didn't see anything but I wasn't paying attention to anything other than getting to shore." She wished him luck on finding it and moved on. Beside her, Risho let out a soft purr, the sound soothing her mind and making her feel slightly better about the situation she and the other survivors were in.
     
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