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Enya stands at five feet five inches and weighs about 123 pounds. She has a small bust, which is roughly 34 inches. Her skin is a light, healthy peach, and while clear of any sort of blemish in plain sight, Enya has a small mole above her chest. Her face is pointed at the chin and somewhat rounded at the cheeks and scalp, and her nose is small and slightly pointed. Her teeth are "perfect", but they became that way because Enya had to wear braces a few years back. Her eyes are a dark purple and always seem to look "wise", so to speak. Enya's hair is jet-black, and she likes to keep it straight and somewhat symmetrical, with a straight part down the middle of her forehead and bangs on each side, with some space in the middle. Her hair goes past her waist, ending roughly at her knees, and while most of it is kept behind her back, she has some of it in the front on both sides of her head.
When it comes to attire, Enya prefers to wear dark clothing. Her typical outfits are black, though she may occasionally wear purple, blue, or gray. Said outfits consist of a sleeveless turtleneck-pinstripe blouse and a short skirt (ending roughly an inch or so above her knees) with a lighter shade of her blouse's color. Her footwear consists mostly of black Velcro-like sandals, in which case she needs no socks to go with them. Regarding accessories, Enya is rarely seen without a silver pendant shaped like a cross around her neck. It was a family heirloom, after all.
History-
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Enya grew up in a family that just didn't seem to quite "get" her. For her tenth birthday, her parents threw her a frilly, pink princess-y party with pictures of cutesy Normal Pokemon strewn all over. Enya was into Dragon Pokemon and violent stories about knights at the time. All her friends were also male, so only a few showed up out of pure kindness (or, as Enya believed, because their parents made them go). And for her 16th birthday, Enya had hinted that she wanted to go on a cruise and see the Newmoon and Fullmoon Islands. Living in a port town like Canalave, such was likely. For her 16th birthday, Enya's parents gave her a ticket to Jubilife's TV station so she could meet the cast of a show that was popular with teenage girls. Enya loathed the show, and secretly gave the tickets to a random passerby on the street and walked around Jubilife aimlessly until she felt it was safe to call her parents. When they asked her how it went, Enya lied. No matter how much Enya tried to convey her interests to her parents, they still got the idea that she wanted the opposite of what she said she liked.
By the time she was 18, Enya's life was a mess. All her friends had abandoned her because they thought she had lied about her interests. It didn't help that she had had a Togepi (now a Togetic) since she was one year old. Her teachers had also called her a cheater, saying that a stereotypical teenage girl like her could never be this intelligent. The whole world seemed to be against Enya. She blamed such on her parents, wishing they would just die. As she was out grumbling such things one day, she ran into a shady figure. The figure asked her if she'd like to eradicate Sinnoh of "idiots". He then went on to tell her of The Solidarity, and the plans they had to unleash a type of virus to annihilate all life on Sinnoh (Solidaritians excluded). No longer a completely sane and happy character, Enya agreed to join. She told her parents she was going away with a friend, and packed all her belongings. She almost left Lucy, her Togetic, at home, but she still saw Lucy as her only companion left, and thus took the Togetic with her. And so Enya's life as a criminal began.
Personality-
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Turn away from this section now if you were hoping for a bubbly, sane personality. Enya is neither. She has a huge aversion to practically all of mankind, and she will not flinch if she manages to kill anyone. Instead, Enya will smile whenever she watches someone die before her very eyes. Unless the person's another Solidaritian. Because they took her in as one of their own, Enya cares for them as if they were her true family, and so like any other human, she would be devastated to find them dead on the ground. Enya also cares greatly for Pokemon, because her only companion before she joined The Solidarity was a Pokemon. She feels remorse for ridding Sinnoh of its Pokemon, but Enya believes that someday The Solidarity will bring Pokemon back as pets and servants. And while Enya isn't keen on the latter, any Pokemon is better than no Pokemon.
Besides her aversion to humans and love of Pokemon, Enya likes reading and watching stories about knights and dragons. No, not stories regarding saving the princess and the village from fire-breathing dragons. She likes stories where the dragons burn the knights to ashes or swallow them whole. She has always liked Dragon Pokemon since she was young, and her love of them has yet to wane. Enya also enjoys being able to use a gun to infect humans with, and will not hold back. Did I mention she is a few Poke Balls short of a full team? As for dislikes, Enya is not a fan of "girlish" things, though she does not mind skirts as much because they are easy to move around in. But begin talking to her about some "dreamy" male idol and she will either begin walking away from you or she will shoot the virus at your face . Oh, and do not insult Enya in any way or form as she has a gun and will shoot you as many times as possible until she is 200% certain you are going to die.
Short RP Sample- Taken from Kanto Rewinded:
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"We're going to meet Professor Oak today, so be on your best behavior, Baron," Rhea quietly spoke to the smaller Pokemon. The rose-like creature gave an affirmative "Rosie!" as he watched his trainer pack her light blue, flowery messenger bag. Rhea had only gotten Baron a few days ago, but the two were managing just fine. He had reminded Rhea of a rather calm and elegant character in one of her favorite novels, and so she named him "Baron" after said character. It was also decided that the Roselia would not go inside his Poke Ball unless he was badly injured. "Poke Balls seem like they would be very cramped, and besides, you should get fresh air," Rhea had said. Baron seemed to agree with this, as he performed a couple pirouettes in response.
As soon as Rhea had stepped off the final step, her brother was bombarding her with questions.
"Is Professor Oak really gonna be there? Will you become famous? Might I get to go someday?" Nikolai could barely hold his excitement. Rhea smiled at her younger brother's enthusiasm, and smiled at him, as if to say "We'll see." Nikolai wasn't the only one excited for Rhea. Both of Rhea's parents were proud that their daughter would finally see the world, though Alexandra worried about Rhea returning to Lavender Town. She had always believed the sight of death influenced Rhea's introverted demeanor, but Alexandra hoped that Rhea would open up as she went on this journey with her Pokemon and her partner.
"Are you ready for us to take you to Pallet Town, Rhea?" Gus asked, already standing by the door. Rhea looked to Baron, as if to see if he, too, was ready. The Roselia saluted his trainer, a sign that he was indeed raring to go. Rhea looked at her father and gave an affirmative nod, and he smiled. "Well, then, let's go! Pallet Town's quite a ways away!" Both Nikolai and Alexandra waved goodbye as Gus, Rhea, and Baron walked towards the sunrise.
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Pallet Town gave off a rustic aura. Or at least Rhea believed so. As they got to the entrance, Gus hugged his daughter and the two said their goodbyes before Rhea entered the town. Baron followed her from behind, as if taking in what was around him. From what Rhea recalled from the letter, she was supposed to go to the lab. Fortunately, the lab was rather conspicuous in such an environment. Rhea clenched her fists and bit her lip out of nervousness as she walked towards the big building. In the distance she could see some others her age had already arrived. They were all male, and Rhea wondered if she'd be the only female trainer this time around. As she got closer she saw the man she presumed to be Professor Oak (Rhea had only seen his photo a couple of times, after all). He was talking with one of the other children, a reporter at his side. Rhea placed herself against a tree, Baron at her side. She honestly wasn't keen on the idea of having to chat with anyone.
Unfortunately, Rhea was noticed in due time.
"Are you here for 'Kanto Rewinded'?" the reporter asked. Rhea looked up at the woman and nodded shyly. "Good, good! Welcome to Pallet Town! My name is Jessilyn Andersen! And you are...?" The reporter held a microphone no more than one inch away from Rhea's face, as if wishing to tell the entire world who this young girl was.
"R-Rhea. Rhea M-Marion. I-I mean Marino," Rhea stuttered, her face turning a faint red. She was never good at conversing with anyone who could hold a conversation with her. A huge grin formed on Jessilyn's face.
"Nice to meetcha, Rhea! And who's this guy right here?" She looked toward Baron, who seemed to be trying to decide what to do.
"H-he's Baron. A-a R-Roselia," Rhea replied.
"So he's your Pokemon partner, huh? Excellent! Well, then, Rhea, how do you feel about setting off on your journey with your Pokemon and partner?"
"I-I'm not sure. I-I guess I'm a bit excited..." Rhea had some mixed feelings. After all, she had accepted the invitation for her brother's sake. But she knew she had to battle. She hated Pokemon battles, as she believed many a Pokemon would die from such.
"All right, then! Next question--" But before Jessilyn could proceed, a silhouette appeared behind her.
"That's quite enough, Miss Andersen. Can't you see the girl's worn out from all your questions?" Professor Oak asked.
"But I've only asked a couple..."
"As a reporter, you need to give the interviewees a break every now and then." He turned to Rhea. "Miss Marino, was it? I'm Professor Oak. It's a pleasure meeting you." He held out his hand, as if indicating the desire to shake Rhea's. She timidly took hold of it and shook it lightly, before drawing back. "Now then, who is your partner...?" The Professor looked over Jessilyn's shoulder to see what was posted on the clipboard. "Ah, yes, Mr. Flynn Dunwood. He doesn't seem to be here yet, so why don't you wait until then?" Rhea nodded, which was about the only thing she could do at this point. Professor Oak and Jessilyn turned around and walked around some more in case a new arrival should come. Flynn Dunwood... Another male. Perhaps I really will be the only female going on this journey... Rhea sighed, and sat down under the tree.
"I have a feeling that it's gonna be a long day, Baron."
POKEMON
Species-ARCEUS Togekiss
Name- Lucy
Gender- Female
Age- ~17
Appearance- Lucy is slightly larger than the average Togekiss, with a height of roughly five feet two inches and a weight of 87 pounds. Her feathers are rather fluffy and thus she makes a good pillow.
Biography-
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Enya received an egg for her first birthday. This egg hatched into Lucy, who was bubbly and full of energy, just like any other baby. Both Enya and Lucy seemed to interact with each other in a "special" language, despite the two being completely different species. However, as Enya grew older and became less and less bubbly and energetic (while Lucy remained the same), she still held Lucy close to her heart and treated her as much a companion as she had in the past. Her kindness eventually led to Lucy's evolving into a Togetic. Enya was overjoyed.
When Enya had turned 18 and felt the entire world was against her, she pushed Lucy aside and went out on her own. The two had always gone out as a pair whenever Enya went to places other than school, and so this sudden change in behavior surprised the Togetic. But she maintained her love towards her companion. After all, Enya still slept with her at night, so she had to still love Lucy, right? But this hope began to fade as Lucy watched Enya pack her bags and rush down the stairs without even acknowledging her companion. Lucy was afraid Enya would leave forever. But a few moments later, Enya was back and asked Lucy to come with her. The Togetic happily chirped and flew around her. After the two were reasonably away from Enya's family, Enya took off her bag and pulled out a Shiny Stone, which she had gotten for her 18th birthday (something decent, for a change). She held it up to Lucy, permanently evolving the Togetic into a Togekiss. Lucy couldn't be happier.
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OK DONE. I THINK. I tried to keep it as short as possible, and if there's anything you need me to change lemme know :3 I'm hoping nothing got mixed around because this computer's trackpad likes to do that.
Be sure to let me know if anything was wrong or out of place. There's bound to be something. ;)
Human
Name: Morgana Weaver-Smith Age: 17 Gender: Female
Appearance:
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Morgana Weaver-Smith stands at about 5'6", which is just a little above average for a girl of her age, although this does not make her tall by any means. Her skin is slightly tanned thanks to the relatively warm and sunny weather of Pastoria city, although remains somewhat naturally pale, and is clear of scars or blemishes. Her form is somewhat thin, and somewhat delicate, although she is actually lightly muscled as many travellers are. Whilst is is known that smiling is not an overly common expression for miss Morgana, her cheeks dimple slightly as she does so, giving off a somewhat childish expression. However, she is usually seen with either a frown or a blank expression, which is never the most pleasant sight. The eyes of Morgana Weaver-Smith are an empty pale blue, almost grey, and her hair is a very dark brown which reaches down to her shoulders and curls slightly at the end. She is missing the little finger on her right hand thanks to a previous incident.
History:
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Born in the city of Pastoria, life was relatively quite and timid, just the way Morgana liked it. Born to Jacob Weaver and Elizabeth Smith, Morgana took the double-barrelled name, as did her older brother, Spencer. Morgana quickly grew into her state of emotionlessness, much the opposite of her overly reactive brother. Morgana's father was a warden for the local marsh, ensuring it remained protected and the Pokémon within were kept free from harm, while her mother a mechanic, working on maintaining the train carrying people from one side to the other. It was a steady life, and one which lacked excitement of a Pokémon trainer or the glamour of a Contestant. Still, it was home enough, and despite being called a city, Pastoria was quiet enough for Morgana's preferences, never having enjoyed the "charms" of large cities such as Jubilife or Cavalave. No, Pastoria was just fine, even if the heat could get a little uncomfortable during the summer months.
At school, Morgana remained mostly solitary. Uncaring for most of the part, spending time what she felt would be necessary. This didn't include rebelling against the system completely, nor falling within the category of "nerds" focusing entirely on work. It tended to alternate, depending on what she felt was more efficient for the situation, living up to her oddball personality.
Never the less, it was a fine establishment. Morgana's mother and father were often out of the house due to work related tasks, while her brother was off doing what every boy of his age ever did. Train Pokémon and run off into whatever perilous dangers awaited him. Typical irrational behaviour. Word only came from her brother every few days when he called, and maybe the occasional visit back home should he have ever been gone for an obscenely long time. However, as the day of Morgana's ninth birthday arrived, her brother did too. His gift on this day was a Pokéball, containing a young Gligar. It was a relatively odd gift, especially considering Morgana still had a year to go before she could official begin Pokémon training, but never the less, this Gligar (soon to be named "Oz") became something of a family pet. The closest thing Morgana could ever really class as a friend at least. It was rather odd the relationship between Morgana and Oz, considering their conflicting personalities, but it seemed to work to some extent.
As the years passed, life continued, and reports of a strange virus had been broadcast on the news, focused in Cavalave. Morgana herself had taken up travelling by this time as her brother had, although not for battling gym-leaders, simply to explore the region she had grown up in. Luckily, the two had not planned to travel that far, simply heading for Jubilife city to browse to explore their shops and landmarks. They would be fine assuming they didn't head too far west where the disease was supposed to be spreading from, right?
Personality:
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Morgana can be something of an oddball when it comes to her personality. Slow to trust and slow to care, only a fair few have ever broken the barrier that Morgana has created to shield herself in everyday life. This "outer-shell" is the one seen by most, which tends to include solitude, coldness, occasional apathy and a brief glimpse of arrogance. It is a hard mixture to describe, but Morgana often deems herself to be better than others, and thus attempts to separate herself from them. Her lack of connection with others leaves her rather lacking in an emotional response, which is entirely fine with her, other than the fact others seem to think of her as cruel and uncaring. Still, it leaves her mostly devoid of panic, allowing Morgana to remain calm during most situations. After all, a clear mind allows her to focus on the truly important things which are happening to her. Should one manage to bypass this shield, then she's... much the same as she is normally, actually. Morgana will tend to be a little more open towards these "friends", maybe even be helpful once or twice, but for the most part she'll remain rather empty, so it's not recommended to expect friendly behaviour very often.
Short Role-play Sample: From a Role-play called "Scavengers" hosted on a separate website.
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Meg continued to ramble on about how she wished to follow in Felix's footsteps. It was certainly an interesting concept, and her new "dream" did seem to be venting out some of the feelings the girl must still be having about Rory more or less getting her kicked out of her own home-town. At least Meg was feeling better now, even if it did take two bullet wounds and Felix for that to ever happen. Never the less, everyone on the bus seemed peaceful enough, even if they were all a little shook up by the recent experience, and it was nice to be moving again, even if the occasional bump in the road caused Rory's wound to sting far more than it really needed to, but it wasn't too bad. Still, the conversation did seem to quieten slightly as Rory mentioned that Jonas and Felix may have known each other from a previous encounter. Currently, neither of the two knew how they knew each other if they did at all, but it would certainly be worth looking in to. After all, it might shed some light on who Jonas was exactly, attacking the entrance to the Thorn which was more or less return to civilisation. After all, who would ever try to stop that? As far as Rory could remember, and from what he could remember being told, life had been so much better before it all went to hell. Constantly working electricity in every home, a proper policing system to stop criminals, and in this current state of the world they'd also do a fine and dandy job at keeping back raiders and psychopaths like Jonas and everyone who followed him. Turning back the clock to a world much like it was twenty years ago would be perfect. Hopefully this time somebody would learn from their mistakes and no attempt to destroy the entire continent, whoever had fired those missiles at America. The Government here had fired back as soon as they heard that they were soon to be hit, which made them just as bad, even if it was more for self defence than anything else. If you have an argument with someone, you might as well end it man to man. It was much fairer that way, even if it still ended up with somebody dying. The world truly was a complicated and rather repulsive place.
"And I'm sure you'll make a fine survivor," Rory replied, a faint smile on his face, before stretching his arm out of the blanket and to reach his shirt which lay on the floor, although clearly out of his reach. It currently had a rather large red-stain where the bullet had hit, not to mention the whole where the round had made contact. "Mind passing that to me, Meg?"
Meg actually had to mention the fact that she had been through something akin to a makeover for Rory to actually notice it. Her hair had been cut, although not particularly neatly, she had had a change of clothing, and looked considerably more comfortable in her new pair of trainers rather than the shoes she had worn to the dinner at the "Sheriff's". Chuckling, Rory raised his right leg a little, showing the trainers her wore. They were white, unlike Meg's green ones, and almost constantly caked in mud, along with the soles fairly broken.
Rory rolled his eyes. "I beat you to it," he muttered. "But yeah, likin' the new look. I'm sure that you could run half way around the world in those shoes without them getting too worn out, nor a single blister on those feet of yours. It's got to be better than wearing those dress-shoes all day long, huh? Or blood-stained shirt for that matter. I should probably try and get a new shirt now that I think about it. Or at least get this one washed and fixed..." The bus bumped slightly, causing Rory to be knocked to the side a little. He winced slightly, although nothing else. "While I'm injured and all that, it'll be your job to come up with a few of my brilliant plans," he added, obvious sarcasm in his voice.
Pokémon
Species: Gligar Name: Ozymandias "Oz" Gender: Male Age: A little over eleven years old.
Appearance: As a Gligar, Oz's naturally a shade of powder-pink. His "wings" however seem to be a little closer to violet than the wings of a normal Gligar, although this is barely noticeable. Apart from a slightly different colour-scheme, and being just a little smaller and more agile than normal gligar, there is little else to say physically.
Biography:
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Oz, as many Gligar in Sinnoh are, was born along the highland road of route 206, located between Eterna City and Oreburgh City. Despite the otherwise harsh terrain of this route, life felt easy. Plenty of water to drink, and food to eat. Only a minority of the Pokémon here could fly, giving Oz and the rest of his species an advantage. Alas, while this gave the Gligar a superb advantage against the many Pokémon which lived nearby, it could simply not match the brilliance of human technology. And as such, Oz felt himself being engulfed within light, and soon dragged within a strange ball-like shape. He had been caught by a trainer, despite being so young. It was a horrible, gut-wrenching experience which nearly caused him to vomit within seconds, and he was kept in this state for quite some time. And soon, Oz found himself in the company of two young humans within a building, evidently far away from his home.
One, tall and male. The other, small and female. It was clear that the older of the two was the one who had indeed caught the tiny Gligar, although given him as a "present" to the young girl. Kidnapped would be a more accurate description, albeit a more pessimistic one. Oz wasn't entirely sure what to think, is he was honest, and as time passed, the confusion grew. The girl, who was soon to be known as Morgana, simply seemed detached. It was an odd sight, but the girl just seemed a little uncaring, almost apathetic towards others. It was certainly a change of pace for the happy-go-lucky and otherwise adventurous Gligar, who spent most of his time acting as a prankster of sorts. Despite attempts to lighten the girl's mood, little actually worked. Once or twice he caught her smirking at something, or simply a glimmer in her eyes that told Oz she was amused, but these were rare occasions. Never the less, Oz persevered, and generally the girl became more open and accepting, at least to Ozy. He was indeed making progress.
Years passed, and it was clear that things were different. Something lingered in the air. Recent reports of a virus had been heard across the news, although little was thought of it. It seemed to be more focused in the west of the region, as opposed to the more easterly setting of Pastoria City. Never the less, that wouldn't stop the two from making their usual trips across the region.
History: Xavier had a troubled youth, for fifteen years he was bullied in school, at home things weren't much better, his parents abused drugs and alchohol and would beat him whenever they found the slightest reason when high or drunk. When this happened Xavier would hide in his closet hugging his knees, tears running down his face wishing it would all just end however he would always fall asleep before that happened, only to have to go to school the following morning with no homework done, bullies waiting for their chance and overall hatred from everyone around him. The thing is, if it weren't for the bullies and the lack of homework, Xavier probably would've loved school he was a smart boy and very good with science and maths. Unfortunately however, his horrible personal life dragged him down below the depths. He became distant, not that anyone cared, he began to resent his teachers, his community and eventually the entire Sinnoh region. When he became sixteen he had had enough, he decided to leave to become a pokemon trainer and got his first pokemon an eevee on his sixteenth birthday but he hated being a trainer. He hated having to talk and communicate with the people of Sinnoh and began to resent them more and more, when he heard about the plan to destroy the Sinnoh region using the super virus, him and Eevee, now a Glaceon, were first in line to join up.
Personality: Violent and malicious Xavier isn't afraid to step on people to get what he wants, he believes the only person in the entire world you can count on is yourself and as such he believes "friends" are stupid, idealitic distractions that are only in his way. But deep, deep inside of him he secretly wishes he had someone, anyone who cared about him, because for the sixteen years hes been alive no one has. He's really just a troubled soul waiting for the one person who cares about him enough t realise that and sympathise him for it. He only loves one thing other than himself and thats his glaceon, however he was never taught how to show love or affection and so doesnt know how to treat his Glaceon right. He believes the solidarity is his chance to fight back against the people who mistreated him and show them that he will never be messed with again, that its his life and he's not going to be tortured anymore. When around others Xavier is cold and distant, whenever conversation is attempted to be made with him, he will reply with a bitter mixture of insults and a dry sense humor until the person talking gives up and leaves. When alone Xavier is extremely sad he thinks about the childhood he never had and the fear he felt towards his own parents and he cries, he cries or short or long ammounts of time depending on how long he had worked himself up for beforehand. Xavier isn't evil because he wants to be, he's evil because he believes he has to be. He wants to merge with Glaceon to increase his own strength and become more powerful and use her to destroy Sinnoh.
Short RP sample:
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(Taken from the war bewen Pokemon and Humans)
Mandel stood in the hospital wing of the PR base, the various doctors there were working at an amazing pace in order to keep up with the numerous injurys they had, yet, Mandel seemed to have nothing to do. Whenever he tried to help he would be dismissed and someone else would do the job and it wasnt like the doctors trusted him enough to give him anything important to do. The most exciting thing he'd done all day was run upstairs to fetch a box of super potions.
"Sigh..." Mandel let out a heavy exhale of boredom.
A nurse turned around to face Mandel.
"Listen Mandel, why don't you go outside and see if theres any injured pokemon in need of imediate attention?"
Mandel didnt need to be told twice. He was out the door so fast the nurse could barely hear him shout, "yes mam!"
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Mandel had been wandering around for the better part of an hour, needless to say he hadnt found a single injured pokemon. Mandel was beginning to realise that the nurse had sent him out as a way of simply keeping him busy.
"Ugh... I should probably head back to base..."
Mandel looked around briefly and realised he had no idea where he was.
"UGH! I dont know if anything could make this day worse."
Suddenly it began to rain.
"Perfect" Mandel said while brushing wet fur out of his eyes. "I probably should stop talking now, before Im struck by lightning."
Mandel slowly began trudging his way back through the streets.
"I've been living in solitude away from the world, my whole life, I couldn't help. I walk for miles to arrive at the oreburgh city gate, only to be told I couldnt help. Now Im working for the strongest and bravest pokemon of Sinnoh to fight back against the humans... and still I can't help."
Mandel sighed, he was fit to burst with helplesness.
"I suppose some things... just aren't meant to change."
POKEMON:
Species: Glaceon
Name: none
Age:14
Appearence: Glaceon has a small darkblue birthmark around her eye.
Bio: Glaceon was given to Xavier as an eevee when he started his journey mere months ago, she evolved into Glaceon when she was trekking up to snowpoint city with Xavier. The pretty much polar opposite of Xavier Glaceon has a heart of Gold, she loves the world and all who dwell in it and doesnt like to fight. She loves her master, she really does, but he doesnt know what love is and Glaceon has grown slightly cold to her master because of this, she is completely against the methods her master is using in order to get his justice, but in the end he is the master and she is the pokemon and she must obey his wishes. Around people and pokemon alike Glaceon is extremely friendly and trys her best to make up for her master rudeness toards them. When alone she worries for her masters well being. What if he is hurt when working with solidarity, what if he becomes truly evil and is lost to her. She wants to merge with Xavier to try to stop him from becoming pure evil and to use him to save Sinnoh.
You both are accepted :) very decent SUs over there, and I'll have difficulty choosing the best SU writer! :D The RP samples are good and the history section is well explained and really descriptive! Which reminds me....RHCP, do you mind if I take my SU from your Kanto Rewinded RP and do a little Revamp for my own? Since I'm not accepted I don't want to waste it.
@XxSweetDreamsxX well we still have to wait for Vegeta. he's coming back on sunday. I see you're eager but we better sort and talk about things before actually starting. Now we got the first 4 posts stable, which will probably take hm...1-2 weeks, since I'll give you guys 1-3 days to prepare your chapter post. After that, we still can't let the RP go awfully out of order, so everybody can only post twice every day, in order to stay a similar speed, and stop cramping from happening.
Blayze has left the RP :( she's really stressed with her life. I guess the last bad spot goes to Kerjo :)
Appearance: Jackson looks like the average everyday teenager. He stands 5' 10", has a slight tan and a nice athletic build while weighting in at 160 pounds. Partially hidden by his semi-spiky black hair is a pair of golden-brown eyes, which sometimes appear to actually look gold, that usually reflects his boredom, though are sometimes filled with sadistic excitement and on rare occasions, concern. A dislike of facial hair causes him to shave to prevent the little hairs from showing up and his sideburns are extremely short. His facial features such as his nose and chin are a bit pointed and people tend to comment on his 'cute' jaw line, which bugs him.
Clothing wise Jackson dresses in a white doctor/professor's coat over a purple long sleeve with a zipper. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up halfway to his elbows and the collar is popped up. Mostly, he is seen wearing black pants with white cuffs on the bottom. The base of his shoes is black while the toe cap, bottom and back side of the shoe is white.
History: Jackson was born and raised in Ecruteak City. His is the second oldest son of Daniel Frost, a lawyer who was once a Pokémon trainer, and Leylah Russo, a former dancer of Ecruteak's Theater. Before he was born his parents became Pokémon breeders and soon opened a business, storing eggs and giving them to people who wanted them. They did this for free so his father maintained a job as a lawyer to pay the bills.
Because of this, Jackson grew up with Pokémon. He loved helping out his parents with them, as did his brothers and sisters. He attended a public school and had a normal life. He wasn't very popular, nor did he want to be, happily settling for the small group of friends that he made. He kept the same friends and made a few new ones as he got older, but once he turned 10 things started to change. His friends started to leave to go on journeys, like most kids their age. However, Jackson's parents didn't allow him to go, stating that he was too young to go off and wander around the world by himself. He started to protest, but the decision was final, so he eventually gave up.
When he was 13 he went to stay with his grandpa, a Pokémon researcher, in Sinnoh. With Jackson came a Kirlia, who Jackson had raised since it hatched when he was a little kid. Despite that fact, Jackson and the Kirlia, named Hal butted heads quite often. It was his parents' last attempt to make sure that their son had given up on wanting to become a Pokémon trainer and to get involved in something more serious that would help him later in his life.
For the next four years, Jackson stayed with his grandpa, training Hal and eventually evolving him into a Gallade, and helping his grandpa with his research, which he found odd at first. At first he figured that he was helping with some kind of Pokemon Research. However, every now and then when he took peeks at what his grandfather was doing he found information about a virus and human genes. Jackson's first realization was that his grandfather was trying to apply the effects of Pokerus to humans. It was only later that he found out that his grandfather was actually part of the Solidarity group recently rose in the Sinnoh region.
Originally the boy was shocked and immediately confronted his grandfather. The old man explained the 'purpose' behind Solidarity's actions and convinced Jackson that they were doing the world a service, at the cost of a few sacrifices, and that all would end well. Wanting to believe in his grandfather, Jackson gave in and became a part of Solidarity. After sometime, with more side encouraging from his grandfather, Jackson stopped doubting the actions of Solidarity and saw those that opposed them as selfish enemies whose only desire was power.
Personality: Jackson is rather laid-back and carefree and at times, comical. His personality seems to have come from his mother as she was carefree, unlike his father. He tends to respect others and talks in a polite, yet sometimes sarcastic, manner. He's naturally curious, but usually he'll never into situations head-first without making some sort of plan. His is quite patient, but if things take a really long time to happen he isn't afraid to stand up and make something happen.
When he has his mind set on something he's determined to see it through. Mentally, he has a strong will and coupled with his determination on something it may be close to impossible to deter him from whatever he wants to do, call him stubborn if you will. It's at times like these when he may go head-first into something without previously thinking about it. He's perceptive enough to notice changes that may be overlooked and he uses that skill to help when in battle. He's still trying to figure out the whole 'strategy' thing. He can control his emotions pretty well, to the point where he doesn't react based on them...much. In fact, his reactions can sometimes be predicted to those who have gotten to know him. He can still have outbursts of anger sometimes, but it usually doesn't happen.
While polite and respectful, Jackson can be cold to those he doesn't like. People who gain his hate aren't easily forgiven and find themselves looking at a totally different person. His actions towards these people can be seen as cruel and merciless. Whenever he talks to them it usually has something to do with what they did and how he despises them and their actions.
Even though he seems to possess many leader-like qualities, he never takes up the position preferring more to let others lead. In a way some think he's just being modest, but it's probably just he finds being the leader too much trouble or he's just plain lazy when it comes to things like that.
Short RP Sample
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Zack and Lily sprung to their feet at once, ready to defend their trainer. Kenneth just lowered his head. All hope had left him and there was nothing left but sorrow and despair, just like the land he was in. There was no way he could win…
Kenneth woke, sitting right up and screaming loud. It was so sudden that all the pokemon around the area immediately fled. Kenneth's heart was racing as fast as it had ever raced before. It literally hurt and felt as though it was quickly decaying from the inside out. He was shaking uncontrollably as his lips moved in an indistinct manner and tears began to fun down his face against his will.
For the first time in his life he had experienced true terror. And it terrified him.
"Don't let the past... become the future..."
That's when Kenneth snapped out of it and realized that he was back on Route 30. It was early and the sun was just starting to come up. He looked to his left and right to see both Lily and Zack staring up at him. He blinked a few times, still disturbed by the dream. His pokemon shared the same look. He quickly wiped away his tears, deciding that it was best to forget it for now, and jumped out of his sleeping bag. He smiled over at his pokemon.
"Got to get packing guys!" They seemed confused at the quick change of behavior in their trainer but dismissed it and watched him pack. "We've got a big day ahead of us!"
'Zypher.' He looked at the sky, glad to see the normal white clouds floating along their blue 'ocean'. 'I'm not sure why, but I know that name from somewhere.'
Once he was all packed he slung his backpack over his shoulder and whistled. Zack and Lily ran over to him and they began making their way into Route 31.
POKEMON
Species: Gallade
Name: Hal
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Apperance: Hal looks like a normal Gallade, the only difference would be that his elbow blades are longer than usual and he wears a long white scarf.
Biography: Hal was born and raised by Jackson back in Johto. As a Ralts, Hal got along with Jackson in the beginning and the two would have loads of fun running around the town and exploring the Burnt Tower. At the Breeding Center, Hal was left alone to play with the other Pokémon. He spent most of his time with a Pawniard and Scraggy as they all hatched around the same time and was mostly taken care of by Jackson. After sometime, the two eventually joined Jackson and Hal in their Burnt Tower explorations. Time passed and Hal evolved, around that same time Jackson had become involved in his school work and human friends and the two grew apart. Hal eventually began to despise Jackson's human friends for taking him away and soon became to dislike Jackson himself. Thus whenever Jackson tried to play with Hal they would frequently butt heads. Things didn't get better when he left with Jackson to travel to Sinnoh and, once he evolved into a Gallade, the two got a bit physical with each other at times.
In terms of personality, Hal is a prideful pokemon. He tends to not visibly care about things and never backs down from a challenge. Whenever he helps someone, he blows it off as though helping them wasn't his objective, but rather that helping gave him an advantage of some kind.
uh oh we're using the same pokemon O.o We're both gonna use Gallade and our Gallade's blades happen to be longer too? xD Well I guess that can actually work. Two Gallade isn't like against the rules :) just stating that we're gonna use the same pokemon
GALLADE TWINS! *dances* if you see some traits that are a little similar to yours though, note that I did not copy :) It's all ready just haven't posted it yet.
Appearance: Horatio's appearance resembles a magician's, probably because he grew up in a family of magicians and 'wizards'. Even when going out, Horatio has a black fedora with a white band that's similar to a magician's top hat. He often appears with black shoes, and his white buttoned shirt isn't tucked into his black trousers, the corners of the clothes sticking out, the very lowest button left untouched, leaving a teeny gap between two sides of the shirt. His top button is never buttoned up either, which gives people a messy impression.
Wearing a black suit-like jacket on top, the white shirt can only be seen when you're facing him, but a little part can also be seen from behind and from the sides as the shirt is a little over-sized, and the black jacket isn't large enough to cover all of it. He never zips his jacket, and he has a black tie, always loosened and never tight. When looking at him, you either think that he's influenced by a magician or a pop dancer, or that he dresses like an untidy, drunk hitman with a classy fedora hat that also resembles a good looking, fit, messy, modern version of Al Capone. And yes, he's everything stated above. He has brown spiky hair, but it's mostly covered since he has his hat on most of the time. His eyes are brownish as well, and his skin is a little tan, somewhere between a white American and a black African.
Personality: I do not think he'll fit in the 'good' or the 'bad' category very well. It changes with his mood, and mind you, he is an awfully moody person as he's a Cancerian, and people born in the Cancer period happens to be rather...unstable. He is rather mature compared to other sixteen year olds, but he has his childish and silly moments. Note that he never shows it in front of others. He likes acting cool with his outfit, like leaning against a wall, pulling his hat downwards to cover most of his eyes, flipping a gold coin and stuff, but people will only place him in the 'weird' category, which, he doesn't know about. He has some tricks up his sleeves, magic tricks he have learned from his parents, but he doesn't show them too often. Those tricks and stuff are proof that he has a childish, happy-go-lucky side, but he doesn't show it often. Not everybody knows about this side of his personality.
When he's in a good mood, he helps people in need, but he often stays quiet and talk as less as possible, as talking too much would give people an 'uncool' and a 'chatterbox' impression. He's often in a rather neutral mood, and if he's not in neutral, he's probably in the bad side, so being in a good mood can be awfully rare. However, it's easy for him to be in a bad mood, and when he's in a bad mood, he gets angry very easily and often sabotages others' ideas and plans. He can be a devil when he's angry, and he doesn't listen to anybody when he is in 'berserk mode'. He thrashes around like a kid when that happens, and people find it hard to approach him when he's in a bad mood. So you see, his personality differs with his mood, and he can be good for the first five minutes, and suddenly turn bad in the next five. Mind you, he's 70% bad and 30% good so don't risk it.
As for Likes and Dislikes, he likes pie. Wait what? Ohh. He likes to deceive and attack from behind, not to mention his Virus gun is a modified version of a Revolver. The revolver virus gun suits his personality in battle, Pokemon and non-Pokemon, as he doesn't like to fight like a sniper, attacking with long ranged attacks. He likes to fight with his fists when it comes to human combat, and he likes tornado kicks a lot, which hurts. A lot. Seriously. Fortunately his Gallade likes the same battling tactic as well - fighting close-ranged instead of fighting meters away from your opponent, which is awfully boring in Horatio's opinion. He doesn't want to fight if he doesn't have to do, but in some circumstances, he has to, as his 'victims' don't really yield when they see someone with a revolver. But now, with their Pokemon dying, they don't normally stand a chance against a powerful Gallade with years of training. He prefers speed over power, and agility over force, knowing that fighting would be much more accurate and effective that way.
History: Horatio was born in a family of magicians. His father and mother travels around the region, performing 24/7, and they don't have much time to take care of their children. Horatio had a twin sister, Celeste, but she has gone missing for two years, and Horatio hadn't heard of her ever since. His parents taught him about magic when he was younger, and Horatio's interest in it isn't fading anytime soon. When he was a little younger, about ten, he enjoyed playing with his twin sister, running in the forests and playing strange magician games. She didn't have the same taste when it came to clothes though, but that wasn't the point. When Horatio was twelve, she went missing, and Horatio is still trying to find her this till very day. Unlike other brother and sisters out there, they got along fine, and they didn't have many arguments, which was a good thing. But now with her gone, Horatio has to play, alone.
His life had been boring since her sister's disappearance. And as for his parents, they were too busy with their performances, they didn't bother searching for her again. After all, missing for two years? She's probably dead by now. And in his parents' view, they had to spend a lot of cash to take care of her, so with her gone, they can save a lot of money. Horatio has a pic of his sister in his wallet, a pic of her sister wearing a witch's hat when they were ten. His parents were very caring and loving when Horatio was younger, but now, they were cold-blooded. When Horatio was still a young kid, they spent every second of their free time and taught him everything they could. They bought him everything he wanted, and fulfilled his sister's dreams. But when they received a contract when he was seven, their lives have changed forever. A large entertainment company wanted his parents, and the company was paying a high salary for full-day performances around the region. Soon they're cruising around the whole Pokemon world, leaving Horatio alone. They return once every few months to give Horatio some cash, but they leave again in a matter of days. Lonely as ever, Horatio lives on his own with only a small number of friends.
But when the Solidarity found him at fourteen, Horatio's life changed forever. He wasn't one of the top Solidaritians at first though. He was a little Rookie, and he had to overcome a large number of problems and tasks, and some included killing. At first killing was a large problem for young Horatio, but after a while of...training, he has successfully overcame his fear of death. Rising up the ranks, he's a member of the elite team, and his duty is to attack every human or Pokemon he sees out there, infecting them with the deadly virus. With this mission, he has permission to leave the base, and he can roam around the Region freely, hoping to find his sister once again. After he had joined the Solidarity, his personality changed. Before joining he was a normal, ordinary but lonely kid. Now he's a cold-hearted, quiet Solidarity member that doesn't mind killing on first sight.
RP Sample:
Spoiler:
A small part, about 20% of one of my posts in The Pokemon Odyssey (I miss that RP :D)
That was Unexpected.
Neptune struggled as he was pinned onto the icy ground, his father's claws pressing his neck downwards with the force of an anvil, and Neptune wasn't strong enough to face his own father one on one. His father had figured that out too, judging by his sinister smirk on his Empoleon face. Neptune looked at Triton, his eyes full of fear and confusion. His father didn't look like someone that could do something this evil. In fact, his father looked rather friendly.
Looks can be deceiving. Neptune reminded himself and he scowled at his father, trying to wriggle away from his claws. It was no use. If Silver wasn't there to save him, he would had died by now. An Absol leaped out of nowhere and started to claw Neptune's father. Neptune watched, hoping to see some damage done, but there were none. Silver must be holding back. He didn't want to hurt Neptune in the process. Triton's grip loosened for a few seconds, but it wasn't loose enough for Neptune to break free of his grasp. The grip meant something else though. He was changing his target. Gulping, he shot a glance at Silver and tried to warn him, but the strangling and the pinning had made him speechless.
"Pathetic." Triton growled and whacked the Absol away, sending him flying to who knows where, and Neptune felt uncomfortable in the inside. If Silver continued to help, he might die. The last thing Neptune wanted was to make another Alpha Alliance member die because of him, and he wasn't going to let that happen. Neptune's voice was dry and weak, but he spoke anyway. Glancing at Silver without turning his head, he coughed.
"R-Run Silver. Help the others. This is a father and s-son b-battle......" Neptune stammered as Triton turned back to him and used even more force onto his neck. For a few seconds, no air had went through his bronchi and trachea, and it was going to stay that way, if Neptune hadn't yanked Triton from below with his knee, temporarily disabling his father. When Triton loosened his grip, Neptune slid on the ice, sliding between his father's legs, tripping him with one of his arms before getting up from behind, his breathing a little unstable as he did.
Triton did trip, but when he did, he spun around and got up even faster than he had fallen. Before Neptune could react or poise an attack, Triton turned and did a roundhouse kick, kicking Neptune on the chin, nearly cracking his neck. The neck didn't crack, but Neptune's eyes widened as blood shot out of his mouth. How could an Empoleon leg contain so much power? It was abnormal. His yank was as strong as a hitmonlee's, even stronger. Triton didn't see his suspicious eyes, and with his palm, he blasted Neptune away from him with a strong water pulse. Stumbling back for a few meters, Neptune balanced himself and charged towards his own father. Surprised, Triton placed his hands before himself, ready to block his son's attack. Neptune, however, saw that coming, and with one strong hydro pump aiming at the ground, he propelled himself into the sky like a rocket leaving the ground with its thrusters. Right about his own father, Neptune did an aerial somersault and landed behind him. With one quick turn, his claws glowed and slashed Triton horizontally, leaving a large three-line scratch mark along his waist. Scowling in pain, Triton unleashed a flurry of attacks before him, his claws curling into fists, attacking with fast strong punches. Neptune was able to block his attacks with his own at first, but then he looked into Triton's eyes. They were yellow. Yellow? And they were glowing. Something wrong was going on.
When thinking, Neptune's guards had been lowered, and Triton saw his chance. Extending his claws like a Wolverine extending his claws from his body, Triton lunged, his claws stabbing right into Neptune's stomach position. Neptune's eyes widened in horror as pain channelled through his body. The pain was too strong and too painful for words, but Neptune knew he had to stand strong. He had to fight his father no matter how sad or heartbroken he had to be. When Triton pulled his claw back to himself, his claw was full of blood, Neptune's blood. Neptune's vision blurred for a few seconds, but he didn't give up. Placing his claw onto his wounds, he tried healing it with his own power. And it was working. The wounds were starting to close with the help of ice beam.
Triton looked surprised. But he looked even more surprised when Neptune smirked, pointing his finger at his father with a confident snicker on his face. Neptune prodded his father's body, and unleashed a strong current of ice power through his claws. A layer of ice expanded on Triton's body, starting from the point where Neptune had touched him. The layer of ice continued to grow, spreading like water in a bath tub, reaching his legs as well as his head. Triton screamed, trying to break the ice with his own claws, but he couldn't do it in time. The ice had reached his head, and Triton stopped moving. He was trapped in a block of ice. Frozen.
Finish the job, Neptune. Finish him. Break the ice into pieces. That'll kill him.
Apperance (anything special?) - His blade-like arms extend further at the back. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal Gallade, so when they glow they might look slightly scarier. Not much really. Gallade looks perfect already.
Biography - It's rather weird as his name is also the name of the Greek God Hermes (the messenger of Gods), but Horatio didn't name him that without a reason. When they met, Horatio was thirteen, and Hermes was still a Kirlia. Miraculously and strangely, the Kirlia, Hermes, was wearing a crescent moon necklace on his neck, which belonged to Horatio's long lost sister, Celeste. Horatio was furious and attacked the Kirlia, thinking that he had killed her, but Hermes dodged his attack and pinned the angered boy onto the ground, then took the necklace off and placed it onto Horatio's hand.
Hermes didn't know about his sister, and the necklace was found on the ground a few weeks ago, but since Horatio's aura or 'smell' is similar to his sister's, Hermes messed up with the two, and thought that Horatio's the owner of the necklace. All that detail was sent into Horatio's eyes in a flash, and the boy understood without even communicating. A bond was created, and Horatio took Hermes wherever he went - his first Pokemon ever. Then after a while, the Kirlia was named Hermes, as he was like the messenger of his sister, delivering the necklace to Horatio from far away, wherever he got it.
Joining the Solidarity didn't break the duo apart, and after some training, Hermes evolved into a Gallade, and their bond have been stronger than ever since then. Normally Hermes listens to his trainer's orders and advice, but when he's in battles, he's a different perso- I mean Pokemon. In a battle he likes to make his own decisions, so Horatio finds it rather hard to boss him around, and when they're morphed, he'll find it even harder to control the Gallade when the Pokemon takes over.
Although Hermes and Horatio's been a duo for two to three years only, their bond is as strong as any other duos out there. Now with Hermes with him, Horatio's hopes of finding his long lost sister are up once again...
Lol I now realised how short my SU was.. but I don't believe in SUs :/ My personality (even my history) will show itself during the RP ^^ you get the general idea of my char right?
it doesn't matter :) the SU isn't really important compared to the posts in the RP, and you make good posts :D
remember your location and who to attack. remember the morphers cannot evade this one and must be infected. The attack list? Check page two, and if you have no idea what to write in your chapter posts at first, check the list. If you're still confused, feel free to ask me. When I start this RP, and when I post my first Chapter post, i'll tell you what to do once again to make sure nothing goes wrong. This IS a Platinum Quarterdeck Production :)
Now Kerjo's done, so when Supervegeta returns, and Fearless Love finishes her SU (and a few others), I think we're ready! Supervegeta the best RPer of July would be here in like..a day or two.
LOLOL, I'll be attacked by veg. YOU TRAITOR! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!
J/K.
Anyway. I was thinking, I'll be starting my post saying that Dorian's sister is in Floaroma with him. I don't want her to get infected, or she'll die which isn't what I want for Dorian's storyline. No, if I could ask a small favor from veg, it's that he captures her. If that's allowed.
Hm... Nocturnal... I know this isn't what you want but... Since I'll be gone for a while starting 6th of August, it feels a bit stupid to begin an RP just a few days prior. I'll get way far behind and all. Maybe I can join (if there are spots open then) when things get more calm? I think August 29th, I'm gonna be back enough to be able to play ^^ Or at least in September.