Tasteful Loathing
Danger, danger!
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- 18
- Years
- Age 34
- Somewhere I'd prefer not to be.
- Seen May 23, 2011
Poppers could be heard going off, children giggling as they caught the handfuls of streamers that floated down from the air. Choruses of voices rose as a string of people danced through the crowds. The area was packed. Vendors were harried, trying to serve the countless people who surrounded the bars and carts, food, toys, merchandise and equipment in hand, money a blur as it was passed back and forth. One child bawled, gesturing hopelessly at her mangled cotton candy on the ground, her Zigzagoon looking worried before snuffling into the food, as it was still good to him.
There was no place that was silent. It was a huge celebration. People, Pokemon... everywhere.
The Pokemon Master tournament had ended two nights before, but people were still hyped. The Stadium grounds were still open, as the celebrations were known to last up to a month after. It was a time to kick back, relax, and have a good time. Trainers could forget about striving to be the best for just a while. As a ritual, all three sets of gyms were closed, as the leaders were here as well, although most of them were hanging with the Elite Four and the new crowned Master. But brief glimpses of them could be seen, as they offered advice for younger trainers, or had demonstrations of their Pokemon's ability.
It was a mix of regions; people from Kanto, Johto and Hoenn were all here. The expansive grounds barely had breathing space, the countless hotels were booked out. Many were camping in the forests surrounding, the few towns and cities that lay nearby were also booked out in the ways of accomodation.
The celebrations were always big, always extravagant. They had been for years.
Small battling tournaments were going on the arenas still, with sections open for Beginners, Intermediates, Moderates, and Experts. Unofficial battles were popping up everywhere; a few had been given fines for battling where the shops were, as spontaneous battles were meant to be in the fields, so there were no injuries.
Trading trainers were cuddling their newly aquired Pokemon lovingly, Breeders were grooming their Pokemon for the daily contests, Professors and Enthusiasts were running around, observing for all their worth, and reporters were appearing randomly, interviewing trainers.
A statue of Lugia was the centerpiece of a giant fountain in the square, water arcing gracefully from it's open mouth. A pale, almost frail-looking boy was seated on the smooth border surrounding the water, his cheek pressed against his Persian's head.
Stroking the feline Pokemon's back, a purr vibrated the soft skin of his cheek, the Persian's eyes half-closed in bliss. He cooed lovingly to her, eyes looking ahead at the crowds.
One hand gripped the harness that was clipped onto the Persian, and one look at his face offered an explanation: he was going blind. One eye was milky already, the other bright one having a slight glaze, although it was generally still functional.
His white bangs were touselled messily, his clothes slightly wrinkled. A black backpack sat at his feet, a bottle of lemonade next to it.
He unwrapped a PokeTreat he had just bought, feeding it to the Persian with a soft smile.
Nevada was one of the twelve trainers in the qualifying rounds in the tournament, but was knocked out at seventh place. Rather good for someone who could barely see... but despite his victories, he was reminded of his losses more, for the mere fact he was technically 'disabled'.
People were just cruel.
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Basically, this is a more relaxing roleplay, for trainers to meet and battle, really. Somewhere to unwind. Backstories and subplots are welcome, but I don't want world dominations plans or anything just yet. ^^;
Character Sheet:
Name:
Type: Trainer, breeder, professor, collector, gym leader, etc.
Association: Rocket, Magma, Aqua, Neutral, Evil (you know, without being part of a group or anything).
Age:
Gender:
Description:
Personality:
Pokemon: Pokemon can have up to eight attacks, four attack (ones that do damage, whether they cause a status ailment or not, like tackle, or firespin), and four defense (ones that up the users stats, cause an effect, or produce a status ailment without causing damage during that turn, like defense curl, will-o'-wisp, rain dance or attract). TMs are allowed. Hopefully that isn't confusing... ^^;
There was no place that was silent. It was a huge celebration. People, Pokemon... everywhere.
The Pokemon Master tournament had ended two nights before, but people were still hyped. The Stadium grounds were still open, as the celebrations were known to last up to a month after. It was a time to kick back, relax, and have a good time. Trainers could forget about striving to be the best for just a while. As a ritual, all three sets of gyms were closed, as the leaders were here as well, although most of them were hanging with the Elite Four and the new crowned Master. But brief glimpses of them could be seen, as they offered advice for younger trainers, or had demonstrations of their Pokemon's ability.
It was a mix of regions; people from Kanto, Johto and Hoenn were all here. The expansive grounds barely had breathing space, the countless hotels were booked out. Many were camping in the forests surrounding, the few towns and cities that lay nearby were also booked out in the ways of accomodation.
The celebrations were always big, always extravagant. They had been for years.
Small battling tournaments were going on the arenas still, with sections open for Beginners, Intermediates, Moderates, and Experts. Unofficial battles were popping up everywhere; a few had been given fines for battling where the shops were, as spontaneous battles were meant to be in the fields, so there were no injuries.
Trading trainers were cuddling their newly aquired Pokemon lovingly, Breeders were grooming their Pokemon for the daily contests, Professors and Enthusiasts were running around, observing for all their worth, and reporters were appearing randomly, interviewing trainers.
A statue of Lugia was the centerpiece of a giant fountain in the square, water arcing gracefully from it's open mouth. A pale, almost frail-looking boy was seated on the smooth border surrounding the water, his cheek pressed against his Persian's head.
Stroking the feline Pokemon's back, a purr vibrated the soft skin of his cheek, the Persian's eyes half-closed in bliss. He cooed lovingly to her, eyes looking ahead at the crowds.
One hand gripped the harness that was clipped onto the Persian, and one look at his face offered an explanation: he was going blind. One eye was milky already, the other bright one having a slight glaze, although it was generally still functional.
His white bangs were touselled messily, his clothes slightly wrinkled. A black backpack sat at his feet, a bottle of lemonade next to it.
He unwrapped a PokeTreat he had just bought, feeding it to the Persian with a soft smile.
Nevada was one of the twelve trainers in the qualifying rounds in the tournament, but was knocked out at seventh place. Rather good for someone who could barely see... but despite his victories, he was reminded of his losses more, for the mere fact he was technically 'disabled'.
People were just cruel.
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Basically, this is a more relaxing roleplay, for trainers to meet and battle, really. Somewhere to unwind. Backstories and subplots are welcome, but I don't want world dominations plans or anything just yet. ^^;
Character Sheet:
Name:
Type: Trainer, breeder, professor, collector, gym leader, etc.
Association: Rocket, Magma, Aqua, Neutral, Evil (you know, without being part of a group or anything).
Age:
Gender:
Description:
Personality:
Pokemon: Pokemon can have up to eight attacks, four attack (ones that do damage, whether they cause a status ailment or not, like tackle, or firespin), and four defense (ones that up the users stats, cause an effect, or produce a status ailment without causing damage during that turn, like defense curl, will-o'-wisp, rain dance or attract). TMs are allowed. Hopefully that isn't confusing... ^^;
My character:
Name: Nevada Behrens.
Type: Trainer.
Association: Neutral.
Age: 19.
Gender: Male.
Description: Shaggy white hair, scruffily drawn down to his cheekbones, the back sticking out left and right. Blind in his right eye, the other a brighter blue. Black swirl linked with a green heart under his left eye, to draw attention away from the blind one. Pale skin. Labret peircing. Black hoodie, left unzipped, green band on his upper left arm, holding his Pokeballs. Horizontally striped green and black collared shirt, black tie. Black pants and boots. Nails are painted black.
Personality: As he has been teased almost constantly over the years by trainers who thought those who were disabled should be barred from battling, he is rather withdrawn. He loves company, and will chatter away to people, but he doesn't trust anyone but his Pokemon anymore. Gets embarrassed easily, as well as insulted. Seems to find meanings in people's dialogue that weren't intended. Blames himself for a lot. Nevertheless, he is a skilled trainer.
Pokemon:
1. #053 Persian [female]: Given to Nevada as a small Meowth when he was young, as a playmate. She is like his second set of eyes, and is deathly loyal. Doesn't battle anymore, as she is always needed at his side. Is equipped with a seeing-dog harness. Calm, protective. {Thunder, Aerial Ace, Shadow Ball, Return, Protect, Rest, Roar, Endure}
2. #301 Delcatty [male]: A complete flirt. A cocky fighter, and quite the speedy one. {Ice Beam, Thunderbolt, Dig, Solarbeam, Safeguard, Double Team, Attract, Rest}
3. #038 Ninetales [female]: Quiet and focused. A defensive/status ailment battler. {Fire Spin, Toxic, Iron Tail, Flamethrower, Will-O'-Wisp, Confuse Ray, Safeguard, Reflect}
4. #156 Quilava [female]: Despite remaining in her first evolutionary stage, she is a powerhouse. She cancelled out her evolution as it started, so she is really partially evolved (this is why she has some Typhlosion-only moves), which confuses PokeDexes quite frequently. {Fire Blast, Earthquake, Aerial Ace, Rollout, Defense Curl, Swagger, Attract, Substitute}
5. #037 Vulpix [male]: Stubborn, gets angry easily. Usually sulks in the corner if he loses. A rapid-fire battler. {Frustration, Overheat, Flamethrower, Swift, Grudge, Reflect, Double Team, Mimic}
6. #261 Poochyena [male]: Innocent and wide-eyed. Many underestimate the small pup. Usually ends up blinking bewildered when he unleashes an attack, as he doesn't know his own strength. {Crunch, Facade, Hidden Power, Shadow Ball, Torment, Roar, Endure, Psych Up}
Name: Nevada Behrens.
Type: Trainer.
Association: Neutral.
Age: 19.
Gender: Male.
Description: Shaggy white hair, scruffily drawn down to his cheekbones, the back sticking out left and right. Blind in his right eye, the other a brighter blue. Black swirl linked with a green heart under his left eye, to draw attention away from the blind one. Pale skin. Labret peircing. Black hoodie, left unzipped, green band on his upper left arm, holding his Pokeballs. Horizontally striped green and black collared shirt, black tie. Black pants and boots. Nails are painted black.
Personality: As he has been teased almost constantly over the years by trainers who thought those who were disabled should be barred from battling, he is rather withdrawn. He loves company, and will chatter away to people, but he doesn't trust anyone but his Pokemon anymore. Gets embarrassed easily, as well as insulted. Seems to find meanings in people's dialogue that weren't intended. Blames himself for a lot. Nevertheless, he is a skilled trainer.
Pokemon:
1. #053 Persian [female]: Given to Nevada as a small Meowth when he was young, as a playmate. She is like his second set of eyes, and is deathly loyal. Doesn't battle anymore, as she is always needed at his side. Is equipped with a seeing-dog harness. Calm, protective. {Thunder, Aerial Ace, Shadow Ball, Return, Protect, Rest, Roar, Endure}
2. #301 Delcatty [male]: A complete flirt. A cocky fighter, and quite the speedy one. {Ice Beam, Thunderbolt, Dig, Solarbeam, Safeguard, Double Team, Attract, Rest}
3. #038 Ninetales [female]: Quiet and focused. A defensive/status ailment battler. {Fire Spin, Toxic, Iron Tail, Flamethrower, Will-O'-Wisp, Confuse Ray, Safeguard, Reflect}
4. #156 Quilava [female]: Despite remaining in her first evolutionary stage, she is a powerhouse. She cancelled out her evolution as it started, so she is really partially evolved (this is why she has some Typhlosion-only moves), which confuses PokeDexes quite frequently. {Fire Blast, Earthquake, Aerial Ace, Rollout, Defense Curl, Swagger, Attract, Substitute}
5. #037 Vulpix [male]: Stubborn, gets angry easily. Usually sulks in the corner if he loses. A rapid-fire battler. {Frustration, Overheat, Flamethrower, Swift, Grudge, Reflect, Double Team, Mimic}
6. #261 Poochyena [male]: Innocent and wide-eyed. Many underestimate the small pup. Usually ends up blinking bewildered when he unleashes an attack, as he doesn't know his own strength. {Crunch, Facade, Hidden Power, Shadow Ball, Torment, Roar, Endure, Psych Up}
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