[PKMN FULL] Kanto Adventure [OOC+Registration]

[Gelius3]

Finally found a theme to my SU. At least better than nothing.

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

You have more than interesting concept here, what really snagged me was the RP-sample. I don't know if it has anything to do with the story but even if it don't I'm sure this'll be fun.

...Anything else?

Let me see? Ahh, yea! I would like to say thanks for the inspiration. I don't rarely get it but when I do I tend to go overboard. Sorry if its a bit long.

MY SU: Sage Gareth

Spoiler:

[the trainer]

Name: Sage Gareth [GAR-əth]
Trainer class: Freedom Seeker
Home Town: Lavender Town
Age: Twelve
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: White

Biography: Sage's life started in Lavender Town, a small place most renowned for its ghostly hauntings at the Pokemon Tower. When he was a kid, he didn't notice the loneliness that he had been tossed into by his parents. The two of them were wanna-be psychics who scammed tourist whenever they got the chance. They were not bad parents, their intentions were good; it was just they tended to have a one track mind and that involved making money.

When his life was a dreary routine of returning to a empty house or deciding to spend the day with his only friend, Sage had already had a somewhat cynical view of the world. His childhood-friend, Amber: a sweet girl with blonde hair and hopeful brown eyes, did not carry the same views. She would often smack him across the head whenever he was feeling down, following it up by cheerfully saying "Let me in, Sage.". Like his parent's barely visible love; she too had greatly influenced his life.

At the age of ten, Sage had reluctantly adapted to his lonely life. His parents were more or less still scamming people with fake fortunes, occasionally traveling to nearby towns. It was a stormy night when he heard a loud bang against his door. When he gathered his courage and checked it out, he noticed a rain-drenched male unconscious and on his porch. Naturally, he wanted nothing to do with the man but when he was ready to shut the door; he could hear his Amber's voice in the back of his head.

Later that night the man awoke with a high-fever and yet he shrugged it off as if it was nothing. He introduced himself as Emory before making the two of them dinner, stumbling about every now and then as he did so. When asked why he was cooking when he was sick, the man answered with a smile, saying "A generous kid like yourself saved me...If I don't thank you, I'm less than scum.". In the single night that it took the storm to pass over Lavender Town, Emory and he had become kindred spirits. The trainer left under the mist of a breaking dawn, claiming that he had greater sights to see. Since that day Sage had hopes of leaving Lavender Town and becoming a Pokemon Trainer himself.

When he turned twelve, feeling that he could handle the journey, he told his parents of his intentions. They were... not approving of it. And he couldn't blame them; the journey would be hard, he had no Pokemon with him and Pallet Town wasn't just a hop, skip, and bike-ride away. He would have to travel through caves and over oceans to get there. However he was resolute of his goals and before long he left when they next ventured out on a scamming expedition.

He visited his friend that night and asked her to come with him; his fear of being alone was strangely combative against his resolve. She declined him, which left him feeling just a bit annoyed; but her happiness for him was overwhelming and he quickly forgot. In the end, he left alone with nothing but a blanket and black book-bag on his shoulders. The journey was tiring and filled with mishaps that, inch by inch, carved the hopeful beginnings of great trainer into him.

A gentle smirk rested on his lips once he reached Pallet Town. He walked past the majority of the quaint hamlet and headed for the lab looking for Professor Oak. However, he only ended up meeting his granddaughter. Their interaction was quick, barely note-worthy but she did end up pointing him in the right direction. When he finally stood in the shadow of the Pallet Academy, he had already made up his mind to enroll and experience adventures. He wanted to be freed from his loneliness, so that he could expect something hopeful in the future.

Personality: Introvert and quiet, Sage goes fairly unnoticed when in groups, crowds, or other gatherings. He is harder to pull out of his shell than most others and even when he has left his cozy shelter, he interacts with crude and vulgar words. Being told to do so by his parents numerous times; he is fine with fading into the background and more often than not, will do so without even noticing it. In contrast to children and teens, Sage has a apparent dislike of adult figures; and by extension, anyone that exerts an authoritative air towards him. Its a contradiction to his usual actions, making him firmly rebellious and quickly agitated.

Due to a pursuing friend, a speck of light in his darkness, Sage has managed to acquire a few admirable traits. Despite his obvious pessimism on himself, he openly wishes the best for others and their endeavors. He is kind, and to a lesser degree helpful towards those that are overlooked like himself. He has the bad habit of crying when angered or emotional; his tears fall but his expression is strangely fixed -frozen in a apparent form of the emotion he's feeling. This eventually leads to him nibbling on his thumb furiously, so that he may deal with his stress and chaotic thoughts.

Thanks to a fateful encounter with a traveling trainer; he has a strong resolution to doggedly pursue anything that he's decided to do, which can be a double-edged sword at times. His lack of confidence often attacks his choices and even though it may be the right one, he'll go through strong doubts and anxiety until relieved by success. When he does finally reach his intended goal, a rare and exquisite moment presents itself; if one is lucky then they will see him smile.

Appearance: Sage is a tan-skinned youth with a oval shaped face. His boyish features have retained the curved structure of his childhood and softened the lines of his jaw. Thin midnight-green brows rest over a pair of sea-green eyes; a pair that rarely leaves their thoughtful disposition. Styled strands of midnight-green falls slightly below his brows, curving in whirlpools towards the center of his head. His thin lips hides the slightly sharp canines of his mouth.

A lean body with slight remnants of fat still residing around its torso is what life has dealt him. He's lived in normal conditions up until having to travel to Pallet Town, so his body is neither extremely fit or obese. He stands at 5'2" even and weighs a little more than 95lbs. His attire consists of a black undershirt hidden by a high-collared leather black jacket, that zips up just below the collar. His long-sleeve green vest is usually left open, where it hangs over his navy-blue jeans. On his feet are leather black boots that rise up to his calves.

Theme:

Example Role-Play:

Spoiler:

The sensation of a moist trail fell down the side of his face, slowly goading him awake from his early nap. His eyes flickered open just as his hand motioned to wipe the remnants of his tear away. For a few minutes he laid in bed, vexed by the knots in his gut. He turned his head to the side towards the laptop sitting on his desk, its screen was on just as he had left it; and yet no new notifications had arrived.

"...Dammit," he uttered, moving his arm over his eyes.

His stomach twisted another knot and his body physically clenched inwards. He knew the deal; the pain wouldn't subside until he had been reassured, until that letter had made it to his laptop. For a long moment he simply laid there, his eyes un-obscured underneath his arm as he gazed at the steely ceiling fan above him. Its silent swirling gave strength to a cool air that brushed against him.

Then suddenly, a familiar and long awaited sound ruptured the silence. Sage peered at the screen with wide eyes, the mail icon at the bottom was tilting on its edges. Pulling back his thin blanket, he got out of bed and walked over to it. His finger slowly slid over to the notification, hesitating a bit before clicking it. Once he did the letter sprung over the screen, its content revealed.

Second by second, a light smirk pulled his lips to the left. His fist shook at his side as embarrassing tears fell down his cheeks and onto the floor. "I'm one step closer," he told himself. "Soon Emory, I'll be free just like you."

He was shutting the laptop down when his phone vibrated on the table next to his bed. It couldn't be anyone else but her, so he rushed over and accepted the call. As soon as he had it next to his ear, a high-strung scream boomed through it; Amber's voice was no doubt straining to keep up with her excitement.

"Worried? why would I have been? I'm resolved to see this through," Sage told her while walking over to his couch.

He listened to her congratulate him, then her grandfather did the same in a similar yet raspier voice. Sage smiled behind the veil that technology offered. "You guys make it seem like I wasn't going to make it at all. Stuff like this is super easy," he told them, his words not quite matching up to his tone.

After a few minutes, the conversation took a dark turn. Narrowing his brows, he grabbed the remote control and flipped it over to the news. On the screen was several people and headlines, all of them saying just about the same thing. The building behind them was consumed in flames, rubble and metal splintering as the fire chewed on them.

"Woah..." he uttered, sinking into the couch.

Amber elaborated on the thoughts and assumptions that he had missed, her voice noticeably calmer. Her grandfather's voice could be heard in the background as he elaborated as well. She conveyed his thoughts that it was possibly some gang or criminal organization.

"But, but...that's beastly," he growled, his eyes stuck on the report.

Just as Amber was agreeing with him, a string of letters that read "SCAR" had popped on the screen; spray painted on the big rig and engulfed in fierce flames. A instant later, his eyes were being probed with images. They were curved and stylized, dancing in front of his eyes with sporadic movements and steps.

He dropped the phone on the ground, hoping to center his sights on his hand; but instead he felt a searing pain on his lower-right side. Stamping both of his hands over the area, he scrunched his eyes back up at the screen; only to notice that both the alien letters and the pain had been gone.

Wh-what the. he wondered intensely, seconds going by as he did so.

It took a minute for him to hear Amber's worry coming from the dropped phone. He picked it up, his hand unknowingly still on his side. "Yea, sorry about that," Sage said, his eyes still glancing towards the television.

She asked him what happened, her and her grandfather's voice melding into a storm of concern. The old man must of hurried to the phone, cause now his voice was much clearer. Sage furrowed his brows at the incident, knowing them they'd only worry if he told the truth. Letting out a calming breath, he waited for them to let him respond.

"Really guys, it was nothing," he told them weakly, feeling an abrupt and powerful drowsiness come over him. "Guys. I, I'll talk to you later."

Ending the call before they could dispute, he laid back on the couch. His fist clenched the phone in his hand as he reluctantly accepted the sleep weighing on him. Something isn't right here, he told himself. I just woke up not even a few minutes ago. So why... so why am I...

Then darkness was once again his companion.

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[the starter]

Pokemon: Bulbasaur
Nickname: Emory
Gender: Male

Egg Move: Grass Whistle [ puts the target to sleep.]

Personality: Emory is a serious Bulbasaur that lacks leadership skills. He acts rather harshly towards others and is fiercely loyal to Sage. While at times he can be hard to handle, refusing to battle if he feels his opponent is unworthy; he is always ready to defend his partner. Quite the listener, Emory prefers for Sage to talk out his problems. The Pokemon has a knack for sniffing out food and bothering Sage until his curiosity is satiated.

Unique Traits: The most distinguished things about Emory is his darker patches. One of them is shaped like a side-ways "V" and is positioned on his forehead; while the other is in the shape of a perfect triangle and is on his right hind-leg.​

 

[Gelius3]

And i'm not going to get Bulbasaur. Why is my bad luck attacking? I know i would not get selected because of my SU not being so Big!

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

- SAGE'S INVENTORY -

BAG.

Money: *image removed*0

Key Items & Misc.

• Extra Clothes
• Sleeping Bag
• Fishing Pole
• Compass

Trainer Items

• 
  NONE

PC STORAGE

• EMPTY

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[Gelius3]

Or i can go for another starter? Or its unfair? Only one who remains is Squirtle...

Edit: If is not fair of choosing another starter then tell me

Edit 2: I'm going to change the starter. If it's not possible, then i change back to Bulbasaur.

 

[LastOne]

Lots of competition here. Regardless of whether or not I make the cut, hope the Rp goes far past the excitement and hype SU's can bring, especially ones with the time limit. And like Yamagi said, this was a pretty inspirational app. I so would have tried finding out how to make an appropriate Prankster in Lavender Town, if I had done this app earlier.

MY SU: Noah Matthews

Spoiler:

[The Trainer]
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Name: Noah Matthews
Trainer class: Swimmer
Home Town: Lavender Town
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: Lavender

Biography: Being born and raised in a place like Lavender Town, one would think growing up in a place where trainers come to mourn, to be nothing but quiet. Admittedly, that may have been true for the first couple of years in Noah's life, when he was either subjected to the stories of the town, or visiting the burial grounds with one of his parents. He was only four when this started happening, where with the former, it was always an elder in the town, like that of Mr.Fuji, who was willing to inform the younger generation of the town's history.

Most of them have blurred away in Noah's head, no matter how many countless times it was told to him, but there was always one story he would remember to this day. That story, was the day the once fabled Red, had single handedly, been able to take down Team Rocket. When a four year old finally learns how to count, being able to recognize that an eleven year old, had been able to take down the bad man who came to town, could leave quite an impression on the child. Noah wasn't any exception of being one of the kids who idolized Red.

His admiration for what Red was able to accomplish, would surface three years later, giving the young boy the determination to find something just as big to accomplish. Noah had made a promise to his neighbor, and later best friend, Alexis, that he was going to one day be as fabled as Red. How exactly he was going to do it, he wasn't sure, but he had her encouragement that he could accomplish it one day. The two had actually spent a lot of time throwing around ideas of what he could do, with being a fabled Fisherman as one of those.

He was definitely persistent about wanting to be fabled, that was for sure, after one of the adults had pointed out it would be best to make a name for himself here first, and the young Noah doing countless errands for some of the townsfolk to ensure that. It was one of the things he would continue to do as he got older, along with visiting the burial grounds of countless dead Pokemon in the House of Memories, and swimming on Route 12, or otherwise known as "Silence Bridge" by Fisherman like Noah's dad.

The latter might have been a point of regret for some of the Fisherman that had challenged his word of trying to be fabled in Lavender Town, as the original nickname for Route 12, had quickly changed, after Noah had gotten his father to teach him to swim. The way he had put it, swimming around in the lake, would be more productive than just sitting around and waiting for the Pokemon and take the bait that was given. His method actually proving to get the attention of some local wild Pokemon had been the reason he was allowed to continue.

When he had turned ten, his father had suggested a way for Noah, to set off on a better path in finding out how to be as fabled as Red. That suggestion happened to be for him to take the league challenge, where it can be said Red's fame had climaxed the most. This suggestion was something Noah and Alexis had debated before, but it had been pushed to the side plenty of times, due to the knowledge possibly needed to even pass the PT test. As determined as he was, he wouldn't be able to find that kind of knowledge in Lavender Town.

Which was why his father revealing he had Noah enrolled into the Pokemon Trainer Academy, and actually being accepted, had been pleasant news. Of course, with the town being a bit farther away, it meant leaving behind a part of his life, and making new promises. Before he and his father had moved to Pallet Town, he made a promise he would be selected, and pass the PT test sometime in the next couple of years, with the knowledge the PTA can bestow him. The two would continue hanging out during the summer, and make the best out of things during the school year.

Personality: Naive, blunt, and quirky, would possibly be the three words that could best describe Noah for who he is. Maybe it's because the lack of a proper education before he had turned ten, or his childlike innocence, that Noah could be labeled as naive. Most things that would be normally considered intrusion, like entering a room without knocking, are some of the common things in life Noah wouldn't even find strange to do. It can get him into pretty awkward situations, of which are really one-sided for the other person, than Noah himself.

A majority of his naivety however, has to be his friendship with his neighbor, Alexis, who's a Picknicker. Despite all the time they spent hanging out with each other, more so than the other kids who also lived in the town, Noah had never considered her as a best friend. Maybe it was because of his attention span, as some things that didn't interest him, seem to just slip past his ears, but he wouldn't really be able to recall a time when their relationship had a label placed on it. Neither could the same thing be said with Alexis.

They just had fun together, not really labeling any of their relationships, other than what they address their parents as. When Noah had moved away to Pallet Town, Alexis had continued to reside in Lavender Town with her parents, due to different goals they were associated with. During the school year, they kept in contact on their father's Pokegear, although it couldn't really be said that things were the same, as it could be in person. There were a few times during the school year, was Alexis able to visit Pallet Town due to an excursion.

While in the summer, they were able to hang out together as normal in their usual hangout at Route 12. With Noah not really being particularly shy, he has no problem with voicing his disinterest in something, or opinions, even if the situation for it might actually be the wrong place and time to do so. Any possible gossip that interests him, would no doubt find it's way to be told to Alexis, or really anyone who's available to listen. He also has no problem with coming up with non-conventional methods to help people solve a problem.

Such problems like taking a person's mind out of grieving or anger, he would likely solve by suggesting something like a dip in the water. No isn't really an option in these kind of situations if he feels like he could help, even if the person is a complete stranger, and it would be pretty likely they are. He feels everyone should be shown kindness, unless proven otherwise.

Appearance: Being known for swimming a lot outdoors, Noah has fairly darker skin, from what tan he gets from being out in the sun. Although he's still light enough to resemble his father, who is more covered up than Noah is, being a Fisherman. He has brown hair with strands long enough for him to sometimes require brushing out of his eyes, something he doesn't really noticed doing, as it has become a habit when swimming. His eyebrows are regularly waxed thin every few weeks or so, and compliment his facial expressions easily.

Much like his eyebrows, his light green eyes, which his best friend had once described as soft, they can usually be seen generally content as his surroundings and the people within. Any disinterest that shows in his features, are usually brief and quickly resolved in it's issue. Noah has what can be described as a short and lithe build, having performed various tasks that require him to run about, possibly even carrying things, since his childhood. Although that doesn't stop him from complaining about the workload, and seemingly carrying improperly.

Noah usually wears a black shirt underneath his lavender hoodie, which has several noticeable lines of white across the seams of the collar or zipper. Along with black jeans that fit over his lithe body perfectly, he also wears a pair of red and white shoes, which he tries his best to keep clean, to avoid having to buy as many pairs as some kids his age seem to do nowadays. This is one of the few things he's actually caught onto, without anyone having pointed it out to him beforehand.

Theme:

Example Role-Play:

Spoiler:

Noah floated in one part of the lake on Route 12, his hair completely wet and fanned out in the water, practically just waiting for a local wild Pokemon to be curious enough to find out what it was. His fingers were gently skimming the water, the sounds of the wild life escaping his mind, and his eyes closed, as he focused on the sound of the water reacting against his light splashes. Nearby him, were his dad and best friend, both of who were sitting on the ledge of a pier, legs ankle deep in water. One was fishing, while the other kept an eye on him.

Anyone who knew the trio, would understand which of the pair was keeping an eye on Noah, just incase any of the lesser friendly Pokemon came along, which wouldn't be the first time it happened. It was faint, but along with the light splashes he made with his fingers, he could hear his dad's fishing lure bob in the water, where te object was also waiting for a wild Pokemon curious enough to grab it. One would think that the place was peaceful and serene, lacking any tension or stress, as it's nickname of "Silence Bridge" should have portrayed.

But for him, it hadn't been peaceful, or lacking in tension, and the route's nicknamed had differed it's meaning when he had came into the picture. A moment or so later, Noah's face had tensed up into a sort of frown, his lips pursed into a sort of pout, before his eyes opened up to the view of the sky. Three years ago, he had been enrolled into the Pokemon Trainer Academy, and started a better path into finding something big to accomplish in his life. The knowledge he was taught by the school has gone well, and was always a topic of discussion.

So why exactly wasn't he actively swimming around, like the Fishermen on this route had knew him to often do? It's because since his enrollment into the academy, he's been trying his hardest to be one of the top thirty students, so that they could pick him to take the PT test. It would prove that he's ready to challenge the league, where he could find a better path along the way that would make him fabled, should he not be able to win. Today was the day they were supposed to be notified if they made the cut or not.

Much like every year since his enrollment, this was the one day Noah didn't come to Route 12 during the summer, to splash around and have fun. At least, that had always been his intention, as he let a sigh escape him. Hazel eyes trailed over to the blank gaze Noah was giving the sky, where the light green eyed youth looked like he might fall asleep in the water, which would be a problem for the one keeping an eye on him. Alexis smiled, brushing a loose strand of light brown hair away from her nose, before cupping her hands over her mouth.

"Hey, don't fall asleep alright?! I want to swim some more too, you know!" This has been happening every year since his enrollment, not that Noah would really remember the tension he always felt on this day, the morning after. Those parts were always a blur to him, and Alexis, who could be classified as a Picnicker, as well as his best friend, would always make sure of that. She didn't wait for an answer from him, before she had dived straight into the body of water. "Huh?" The sounds of water splashing would follow after his groggily said question.

Noah had fallen down into the water himself, having always tried to sit upright to look in her direction, and forgetting that he had been laying down on water. It was literally a bit of a wake up call for him, as he rose back up to the surface, the sounds of giggling going through his ears, as he spat out some water and gave a cough or two. "Blech." Fresh drops of water poured from his hair, which he shook away, the frown that was on his face earlier having gone away, as he looked around for Alexis. His face would soon be splashed by water again.

Some people would have gotten angry about this. While others, like Noah, only grinned through the splashes sent at him, his eyes closed as he splashed back at the Picnicker. Laughter became present, and any lingering thoughts about the PT notification were pushed away, as he swam through the water chasing after her. This is what the Fishermen on Route 12, along with the local wild Pokemon within the area, was used to hearing in what was supposed to be "Silence Bridge", something both parties always missed during the school year.

Noah and Alexis could do this all afternoon, just having fun like this before summer had ended, and forgetting about the literal distance that would be between the two when the school year had started. This year would be a bit different for the two however, as the familiar ring of a Pokegear had sounded nearby the ledge of the pier. The sounds of a fishing line being pulled away had accompanied the faint sound of the device, which still paled in comparison to the joyfilled screams of the kids swimming around the lake.

"Arceus dammit..." Noah's dad muttered underneath his breath, sighing as he watched a Remoraid get away from his fishing line. The fishing rod he used was put to the side, before the Fisherman went to grab his Pokegear, a bit frustrated at missing a catch. His eyes had quickly lit up a bit after however, once he had seen exactly what the text message was. "Noah! Alexis! You're going to want to see this!" All traces of the frustrated tone he had used a few minutes before were gone, and replaced by a tone of clear excitement.

It gained the attention of the two kids, where Noah had been trying to swim away from Alexis, before he had stopped mid-swim, as he turned to look in the direction of where his dad was. The Picknicker had ended up splashing him in the face right when he did turn, her eyebrows raising in surprise, before she had turned as well. Alexis had given a nod they understood, before her hazel eyes had turned back to face Noah, who was brushing a few strands of wet hair out of his eyes.

"Race you to the pier!" She said to him with a sheepish smile, quickly leaving after she had gotten those words out. He swam after her with a grin, the situation of Noah getting splashed in the face, was clearly one-sided in awkwardness, as the two raced towards the pier. The Picknicker lightly blushing as she swam away, wouldn't be noticed by the light green eyed youth, who had his eyes focused on the pier. Alexis was ahead of him by a few seconds though, and it was because of that, was she able to win their little race.

As she hopped up and onto the pier, where Noah's dad had given her his Pokegear, Noah had just gotten to the pier, and continued to float in the water. Seeing the Picknicker's eyes light up made him raise an eyebrow curiously, which only made Alexis smile at him. "See for yourself." She told him, holding the Pokegear out and showing him the screen. His eyes soon lit up as well, before a grin had broke out on his face. "I-I got picked...I finally got picked! Woo hoo!" He raised both his arms up at that moment, wanting to shake his fists in a cheer.

The light green eyed youth wanted everyone on Route 12 to know, he was one of the lucky few who got picked to take this year's PT test. Of course, in that moment, he had also forgotten he wasn't on land, and had gotten submerged in water once again. Laughter came from both his dad and Alexis this time at his excitement, and who could blame him? It was a difficult feat being one of the top thirty students at the Pokemon Trainer Academy. The mood had soon shifted from excitement and joy however, as another notification was sent.

It was clicked on by Alexis, the screen changing to bring a live feed, where a building consumed in flames were showed. "Noah, come take a look at this." If there was one thing he knew, it was a serious situation, and Noah had hopped out of the water and onto the pier, joining his dad and Alexis. Looking at the screen for himself, more water was poured down onto bits of dry wood, as the trio watched the footage. "That's Pewter City." His dad had confirmed for the two kids, pointing out something that was unique to the city.

"Who would do something like this? I thought that Kalos kid had gotten rid of Team Flash?" Noah had commented, his eyebrows furrowing to match his frustration with seeing something tensed like this. "He did, and they were called Team Flare. And it couldn't have been them." She started to explain a bit about the distance between Kanto and Kalos, but before she could finish, a string of letters that read "SCAR" had popped up on the screen, spray painted on the big rig that was engulfed in flames. It seemed a bit familiar to him.

The mess of graffiti looked like it formed some kind of word, which he had tried to make out, before the image had changed. They were curved and stylized, dancing so sporadicly, he had to turn away from the screen, only to find that the image was following him. It was like it had appeared in his head. While trying to restore his vision proper, a searing pain appeared on his right shoulder, which he reflexively clutched with his hand. He heard the other two cry out his name in worry, and after looking in their direction, the pain suddenly disappeared.

"I'm fine, what's going on with the news?" Noah tried to reassure the two, after letting out a sharp gasp. Alexis wasn't buying it however, and he felt her place her hands over his shoulders, the Picnicker looking at him with concern. "Are you sure?" He nodded to her question, managing to crack out a smile. "Well the feed isn't showing Pewter City anymore, just nothing but vague reports." His dad had announced, getting their attention, as their eyes looked back at the screen. The Pokegear was put away after, and the attention turned to him.

"Come on, we should head back to the house a bit early, I'm still worried about you." Alexis said to him, already standing up, and bringing him along. "I said I was fine. Did you guys see those dancing images?" He replied with a light but curious tone, before looking oddly at Alexis and his father, who were giving him the same look. "What do you mean? We only saw the graffiti on the wall." Noah wasn't sure what was going on here, but he was suddenly starting to feel tired than he usually was, like he needed to sleep immediately.

All that energy he usually had seemed like it was fading away. "I'll tell you later, let's just go." He gave a slight nod to the two, not really wanting to try and figure out what had happened right now, which would likely go to the back of his mind anyway. The two had nodded as well, although the Picknicker seemed a bit unsure at his sudden agreement, but didn't question it, as she helped him walk. Noah had only made it a few paces, before he had started to pass out. The last thing he heard before things went black, was his name.

[The Starter]
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Pokemon: Squirtle
Nickname: Riptide
Gender: Female

Egg Move: Aqua Jet

Personality: Riptide had been named as she was, because Noah had found it entertaining, to name a Water-type something that sounded like a calamity. She compliments his quirky personality really well, seeming to idolize him like the little sibling he never really had, as they spend a good portion of the time they had since meeting each other, sharing their love for swimming. Not a lot of people would really be content with a Squirtle splashing water on them with a move like Aqua Jet, especially not without the proper attire put on.

Unique Traits: What makes Riptide differ from other Squirtles, are these dark triangular and almost boomerang shaped markings, which are on both the front of her arms and legs. She also has little goggles she wears around her neck, which she uses for swimming, having seen Noah do the same. Otherwise, she keeps it on as a sort of fashion choice

 

[NyxShooter]

west lavendar, born and raised. In Poketower is where I spent most of my days, mourning for the dead, relaxing all sad etc Fresh Prince themesong and other things.

One question I have about your nice SU is whether you will be in a speedo the enitre team, cause I would be very happy if you would C:

 

[LastOne]

west lavendar, born and raised. In Poketower is where I spent most of my days, mourning for the dead, relaxing all sad etc Fresh Prince themesong and other things.

One question I have about your nice SU is whether you will be in a speedo the enitre team, cause I would be very happy if you would C:

Wat. Speedos? I'm sure Noah prefers regular swimming trunks, needing to make proper impressions and all. A small reference it happened before would be the best of this happening. And it has, before his Tsundere neighbor made him change into something normal. A warning to the GM, I did mention Team Flare, and the House of Memories replacing Lavender Tower like what happened in the games. Will change it of course, if your head canon says different.

 

[Groc]

Here comes a new challenger! Since these SU's are gonna be a fight to determine who gets which starter, I'm gonna give it my all! Heaven or Hell, let's rock!

[the trainer]

Name: Tim "Ferret" Feritori
Trainer class: Go-Getter
Home Town: Mahogany Town
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: Red

Biography: Born in Mahogany to a scientist father and chef mother, Tim was a sickly baby who rarely ventured far from his crib. He was small and weak, and tired easily, but liked to read his little books and play with his little blocks. When he was five years old he apparently decided that was a terrible way to live life and made a miraculous recovery, and even to this day, almost ten years later hasn't had so much as a common cold. He wanted to go see this world that was in his books, that he had imagined with his blocks. He was energetic and rambunctious, always running over here, looking at that, asking what this did or what that tasted like. His parents almost wished for their quiet baby back, but were happy that he could entertain himself.

One day, when he was 10, he was off playing with his neighbor's Piplup (which he DIDN'T kidnap, why do you ask?) when a mighty red beast ran by, stopping only long enough to eat the sandwiches Tim had left out. It was long enough for Tim to get a good look at the mighty cat-like creature, and he decided that he had to see it again. He ran home, dropped Piplup off with its rightful owner, and bombarded his father with questions. His father humored him, but didn't really believe his impressionable young son had seen Entei. Now armed with a name for the Pokemon, Tim went looking for knowledge. He read books, listened to an old man ramble, and even watched a film starring Entei and the Unown (which he thought was useless in his quest, but he liked Entei's voice).

Finally, his beleaguered mother told him that if he wanted to see rare Pokemon so bad, he should go become a trainer. He took those words to heart, and started upon a new quest: to go to Pallet Town and join the Academy. He just needed to save a LOT of allowance money to fund the trip. And so, on his 13th birthday, his parents bought him a ticket, allowing him to make the journey and fulfill his dream. (And make him wonder what to do with two and a half years worth of allowance. It'd be an EPIC shopping trip...)

Personality: Much like his nickname implies, Tim is curious, intelligent, and tenacious. He has an insatiable appetite for knowledge, and while reading books and listening to stories is good fun, there's no substitute for experience. He'll go out and look at anything, but thanks to a short attention span, often gets distracted. He's quick to think up solutions, and the fact that he never gives up is one of his better qualities, especially considering his chronic bad luck. While things rarely work out like he planned, he believes that through hard work and CONSTANT effort, anything is possible.

He is very open and friendly, always wanting to talk with people, though he is rarely willing to actually share anything about himself. This is not because he is shy or has a closely guarded secret, but rather because he finds himself terribly boring. In his mind, he is a dull person with no interesting traits, while others and the world at large are fascinating and full of cool stories. He hasn't had many friends in his life, mainly because so few in his home town want to spend time with him. Being seen as the quirky boy has made him a bit of a loner, which saddens him, but he doesn't begrudge people for their opinions.

All of his curiosity and questions are part of his love for collecting. Fitting for a boy called"Ferret", he collects and hoards almost anything, though he has a particular preference for shiny objects. And hats, strangely. He's actually rather gullible, and will do a lot for the chance to gain a new trinket or juicy secret. This implies either naivety or an overly trusting nature, actually a little of both.

Appearance: Perhaps because of his poor health as a child, Tim is pale and under-sized for his age. At only 4' 10", most others his age are taller than him, and at a mere 85 pounds, he is scrawny and weak. With his pale skin and sharp blue eyes, many believe him to be an albino, if not for his dark hair. His hair looks black, but is actually shiny midnight blue under the right light. Except for a stripe of lighter lavender hair right in the middle of his bangs. He prefers it kept short, in a tidy bowl cut. Another possible reason for his nickname might be his ferret-like face, with his sharp, beady eyes, small and pointy nose, and thin lips. He rarely shows his teeth when he smiles, but his canines are noticeably sharp. And when he does smile, it's only a with the right side, more of a smirk than a smile.

Though he spends considerable time outdoors, his paleness could stem from his choice of wardrobe, as he despises short sleeves. He always wears blue jeans, with white socks and colorful running shoes: red with blue soles and tips, and white laces. He wears a simple grey pocket T-shirt, tucked into his pants which are secured with a simple black belt. Over this he wears a long-sleeved red blazer, worn open most times, which extends to mid-thigh. (He enjoys the way it lightly flaps in the breeze, which is why he leaves it open.) Literally topping off his ensemble is a black bowler hat, which is his absolute favorite hat. (Not only is it stylish, but it covers his embarrassing light stripe of hair!) He carries his stuff in a blue backpack, which has loads of pockets and is oddly bigger on the inside.

Theme: Dare by Stan Bush

Example Role-Play:

Spoiler:

Audrey Feritori sat on the couch, a cold cup of coffee in her hand. The other hand is pressed up against her forehead, as though it could physically block her frustration. Every ten seconds, like clockwork, the sharp tap of a button on a keyboard being pressed shattered the silence. Finally, she can't take it anymore. "Tim! My... favorite little ferret... why don't you give the computer a rest, huh? Go outside for a bit?"

Tim glances up from the laptop, his eyes almost begging his mother to understand. "But Mom! What if I miss the email while I'm out there? It's only the most important e-mail of my life!"

Mom (as she was more commonly known around the house) smiles sweetly at her son, an ability all mothers eventually learn. "The computer automatically makes that 'ping' sound when you get a new message. Trust me, I'll hear it." She looks at her son hopefully, just wanting some quiet for a change. Summer was truly the most aggravating time for her, what with her son having so little to occupy his mind.

Tim seems to think about this for a second, (before tapping the"refresh" button again) then slowly pushes away from the laptop and standing up. "I guess. And it would justify me bringing my Lappy down here." He glances at the obscenely long extension cord leading out of the room, up the stairs, and into his bedroom. "I'll just go-"

*ping*

He gasps, (more of an excited squeak) and looks at the screen. "It came! It really came!"

"Finally!" His mother sighs in relief, looking up and offering a silent prayer of thanks to Arceus.

Tim vibrates with excitement, reading the letter. "I actually get to go take the test! I'm gonna be a Trainer! Or at least a contender! I'm gonna be a contender! Everything is awesome! Every- hey, what's this?"

His attention, as it so usually was, is captured by a sudden motion. A pop-up about urgent breaking news comes up, linking to a popular news site. His curiosity piqued, he clicked the link, which led him to a story about fire, ruination, and tragedy. "Oh, man... that brought me down real quick."

Mom gently pushes him out of the way so she can see the news as well. Her face is grim, a mix of shock, sorrow, and fierce dedication, as though she would protect her son from whatever made him sad, no matter how horrible. (Another common trait of mothers.) She gently wraps an arm around her Ferret's shoulders, pulling him in for a hug.

"Why's this stuff keep happening, Momma? A bunch of weird stuff over there, it doesn't make sen- hey, letters." He points to the screen, where the camera has zoomed in on a bit of wreckage. Red letters can clearly be seen, spelling out "SCAR". "What'd'you suppose that means? Scar tissue? Scaramanga? NASCAR? Scary people? S-"

Suddenly, he stares straight ahead, his voice catching in his throat. His vision blurs, and images flash before his eyes. He tries to keep up, but they come too fast. B, S, R, Squirtle, Pokemon Center, A, laptop, chair, floor...

He groggily looks up, his mom supporting his weight. "Tim? Tim, are you okay?"

He sways as he tries to stand up straight. "Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just..." A sharp pain, like heat, surges through his forehead. He claps a hand to his head, as though he could physically block the pain. He winced, swaying once more. "Ooh, headrush. Oww..."

His mom pulls him away from the computer, leading him up the stairs. "Come on, Ferret. That's enough excitement for now. Time for some rest. A quick nap will do you good."

"Yes, Mother. A nap sounds nice..." His vision blurs, and the next thing he remembers is his head hitting his soft pillow. The pink one that looks like a Jigglypuff. (Which was a shame, since he really prefers the life-size Snorlax pillow, but his mom wouldn't let him have it on the bed.)

[the starter]

Pokemon: Squirtle
Nickname: Poseidon (Popo for short)
Gender: Male

Egg Move: Yawn

Personality: A really cool dude, in his mind at least. He acts aloof, crossing his arms and looking away from others. If he could, he'd wear black shades. Not triangle shades, that's been done. Black visor shades. Man. So cool. (His cool but rude attitude is just a front to cover that he's kind of a nerd, and loves playing with blocks.)

Unique Traits: A slight scar on the left pectoral of the shell. The scar is slightly jagged and looks just a little like a bolt of lightning. It's not painful and doesn't affect his defense any, but he thinks it looks cool and it persists despite any and all healing attempts. It would even persist through evolution, through sheer force of will and coolness factor.

 

[Gelius3]

OK... I'm surely out... I can't stand a chance... If there was more starters maybe i would have a chance but i think that my SU wasn't enough, because i do not remember what i can make better.

 

[NyxShooter]

OK... I'm surely out... I can't stand a chance... If there was more starters maybe i would have a chance but i think that my SU wasn't enough, because i do not remember what i can make better.

Hey man, even if you dont make it into this roleplay, there are still others. You can't have success without trial and error. Failure is the first step to victory. Improve upon the mistakes you made here, and refine them into a better SU in a different roleplay, and don't stop trying. If you give up, half the fight is over.

 

[Gelius3]

OK. I hope i can follow the RP to see what happens.

 

[Charizard_Man]

NOTICE: Will have my application up later today, finally got it to where it was before and nearly done.

NOTICE: We are in need of female character applications

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@Yamagi Sosuke:

MY SU: Sage Gareth

Spoiler:

[the trainer]

Name: Sage Gareth [GAR-əth]
Trainer class: Freedom Seeker
Home Town: Lavender Town
Age: Twelve
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: White​

Spoiler:

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Spoiler:

Overall great application my dude I love your trainer class, if it's done you can just kick back and relax. I like how his parents were con artists, don't see too many criminal-esque parents raise an honest Pokemon Trainer. Just one question though, so who exactly is Emory? I understand that is your Bulbasaur's nickname, but in your rp sample you mentioned the name:

"I'm one step closer," he told himself. "Soon Emory, I'll be free just like you."

What exactly does this mean? I was a little confused at first because at this point he shouldn't know he's geting a Bulbasaur, let alone a Pokemon at all since this is just a PT test invitation and he hasn't even passed. I thought maybe it was the man who passed out in front of his house, but i re-read the biography and he was never given a name. Just wanted that to be cleared up.

@LastOne:

MY SU: Noah Matthews

Spoiler:

[The Trainer]
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Name: Noah Matthews
Trainer class: Swimmer
Home Town: Lavender Town
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: Lavender

Spoiler:

Haha, Lavender Pokedex from Lavender town. Anywho, overall really good application and from what I can see you're finished. Just a few things I want to point out in your biography and rp sample that don't really fit in with what the PT Aptitude Test actually is. This has nothing to do with mentioning Team Flare or having the tower replaced as this is 10 years after the events of R/B/Y and things have certainly changed. The Tower will be present by the time we roll around Lavender though so just keep that in mind. Anyways, as I was saying the problems with your biography and rp sample are as follows.

When a four or five year old finally learns how to count, being able to recognize that someone who wasn't as old as their parents were, had been able to take down the bad men who came to town, could leave quite an impressive mark on the child.

A few years later, when he was around seven or eight, is when hearing the story of the fabled Red, had started to surface and inspire him.

I was a bit confused here, did he hear about Red when he was four/five or seven/eight. It would make more sense if it was when he was four/five as he would have beaten Team Rocket when Noah was three and the stories would still be fresh a year or two later just before G/S/C events happened. Unless you meant something else by mentioning two different ages, just let me know.

This persistence and work he had done, might have actually been the reason he was one of the lucky kids who had been selected for the PT, several years later when he had become ten.

Only the academy "selects" students to participate in the PT test, everyone else can just participate when they want to. so unless I missed it you didn't mention being accepted into Pallet Town Academy before this. And the academy minimum acceptance age is 10, meaning the youngest someone from the academy can go is 11. Unless this was a typo and yo meant he was selected to be in the academy which would make more sense. But yeah, you're missing a MAJOR part in your application I don't think I saw even one reference to the academy or being accepted into it.

The problem was, because of the big boom of trainers three years ago, before he even got the chance to start out, those who want to face the league are now handpicked out of thirty aspiring trainers.

This isn't true, you see those who want to face the league do have to pass the Pokemon Trainer Aptitude Test but not only thirty people get to participte. They aren't "trainers" yet officially until they pass the test and any average joe can walk off the street and participate in the test. An old man could if he wanted to; the academy hones the still of extremely young children starting at the age of 10 and chooses their top 30 students at the end of each school year to participate in the exam. Not many children are allowed to participate by their parents but by being sent off by the academy the parents are more inclined to accept seeing s they received sufficient training t the academy. There might be up to 500 participants each year for the PT test, but not many pass because it is so rigorous.

Alexis and his dad nodded as well, his Picknicker best friend helping him walk, which Noah had tried to do himself, but failed.

Who the heck is this picknicker guy? I don't remember reading about him anywhere in your app, unless I missed it haha.

@Godzil:

[the trainer]

Name: Tim "Ferret" Feritori
Trainer class: Go-Getter
Home Town: Mahogany Town
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: Red

Haha cool nickname. Great application, don't see much fault in it aside from a few minor things.

And so, on his 13th birthday, his parents bought him a ticket, allowing him to make the journey and fulfill his dream.

Ok, so I understand he enrolled into the academy at the age of 13. The top students chosen to participate in the PT test are announced at the end of the year during summer break, so Tim should be 14 now you see? That's the only thing, everything else checs out a-ok.

 

[LastOne]

I was a bit confused here, did he hear about Red when he was four/five or seven/eight. It would make more sense if it was when he was four/five as he would have beaten Team Rocket when Noah was three and the stories would still be fresh a year or two later just before G/S/C events happened. Unless you meant something else by mentioning two different ages, just let me know.

Man, those were way more problems than I was expecting xD Yeah, he heard about Red saving Lavender Town when he was around four or five, with the whole "or" part of both instances, being me attempting to display Noah misses small details like that. I totally failed. -Sweatdrop- It was also because I'm bad with numbers, so didn't know how old Red was when I wrote it. Him conquering Mt.Silver was like the climax for me when playing the games and reading the manga, so the ten years after R/B/Y thing threw me off.

The seven or eight part is the same way with him missing small details, except, that was when he started his whole goal of wanting to find something big he could accomplish. Both instances though, I'll go back and polish it up of course.

Only the academy "selects" students to participate in the PT test, everyone else can just participate when they want to. so unless I missed it you didn't mention being accepted into Pallet Town Academy before this. And the academy minimum acceptance age is 10, meaning the youngest someone from the academy can go is 11. Unless this was a typo and yo meant he was selected to be in the academy which would make more sense. But yeah, you're missing a MAJOR part in your application I don't think I saw even one reference to the academy or being accepted into it.

Nah, you didn't miss anything, it was more me reading the whole PT test thing wrong. I read it as the only way of being able to challenge the league, was to get into PTA, else you would just have to wait until your enrollment was accepted, then get selected to take the PT test.

This isn't true, you see those who want to face the league do have to pass the Pokemon Trainer Aptitude Test but not only thirty people get to participte. They aren't "trainers" yet officially until they pass the test and any average joe can walk off the street and participate in the test. An old man could if he wanted to; the academy hones the still of extremely young children starting at the age of 10 and chooses their top 30 students at the end of each school year to participate in the exam. Not many children are allowed to participate by their parents but by being sent off by the academy the parents are more inclined to accept seeing s they received sufficient training t the academy. There might be up to 500 participants each year for the PT test, but not many pass because it is so rigorous.

Who the heck is this picknicker guy? I don't remember reading about him anywhere in your app, unless I missed it haha.

These two parts, I could have definitely phrased better. The first, was supposed to reflect that 30 students are allowed to take the exam, out of the rest that enrolled into the school. xD Picknickers are the female versions of Campers, or vice versa if I had applied for a girl character. It was my way of referring to Alexis, which I see I need to improve on. I'll polish everything up and give you a bump possibly later today :3

 

[Fuyu]

I has a girl. I will get started :D

*just dropping by to show interest*

 

[Yamagi Sosuke]

Overall great application my dude I love your trainer class, if it's done you can just kick back and relax. I like how his parents were con artists, don't see too many criminal-esque parents raise an honest Pokemon Trainer. Just one question though, so who exactly is Emory? I understand that is your Bulbasaur's nickname, but in your rp sample you mentioned the name:



What exactly does this mean? I was a little confused at first because at this point he shouldn't know he's geting a Bulbasaur, let alone a Pokemon at all since this is just a PT test invitation and he hasn't even passed. I thought maybe it was the man who passed out in front of his house, but i re-read the biography and he was never given a name. Just wanted that to be cleared up.

I was actually wondering if someone would be able to put the pieces together. I don't know why but I wanted it to be an indirect reference towards the traveling trainer lol. So yea, the trainer's name is Emory and that's why he ended up naming his Bulbasaur that. I'll go ahead and make it clear in the SU and then I'm done.

 

[LastOne]

Not done polishing up my app yet, but lol, if gender is going to be a factor of getting approved, I could totally genderswap Noah. Don't really think it would ideally take that long.

 

[Charizard_Man]

- RIKU'S INVENTORY -

BAG.

Money: *image removed*0

Key Items & Misc.

• Extra Clothes
• Sleeping Bag
• Ukulele
• Reading Glasses
• Family PIcture

Trainer Items

• 
  NONE

PC STORAGE

• EMPTY

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[<Challenger>]

I'd love to sign up! Here's my SU. We'll see if I can get it done by the end of the week.


[the trainer]

Name: Dexter "Dex" Seward
Trainer class: Hero-In-Training
Home Town: Vermilion City
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: [Cannot be the same as someone else's]

Biography: [This requires over a paragraph and should explain their childhood and any major events leading up to their acceptance into the Pallet academy and any events during their stay at the academy if need be. The minimum acceptance age is 10.]

Personality: [Funny, Distant, Afraid to show feelings and so forth. Once again, at LEAST two paragraphs.]

Appearance: [What does your character look like? Red Hair? Brown Hair? Blue Eyes? Red Eyes? And so forth. What are they wearing? Needs to be at LEAST two paragraphs long. You can also have a picture of your character, but you still also have to supply a written description.]

Theme: [The basic theme song for your character which best sums up who they are as a person, or who they want to be. Cannot be the same as someone else's.]

Example Role-Play: [The most critical part of your application, this sample MUST follow the following prompt: It is August 1st, a normal summer morning and exactly one month before the new school year and the new Pokemon League challenge season begins, you see, the league is given an off season period for training and vacation purposes. This day is special, August 1st is the day the students chosen to participate in the PT Aptitude test are notified. You waited all morning but nothing, you've nearly given up hope, but you hear the familiar notification of an incoming e-mail. You check it, and stare at the notification that you have been selected to participate in the PT test. You may have not passed the test just yet but the chance to take the test alone is a tremendous deal, so much so that coverage on the 30 chosen rookies from Pallet Acadmey spread across blogs and social media networks. Your friends and family congratulate you almost immediately after the news was released, but the news turned grim as a breaking report came in from Pewter City. Rubble and shreds of metal engulfed in a giant flame was on screen as the reporter commented on the big rig crashing into the Pokemon center and exploding taking more than 10 people's lives. On the big rig, through the fire, the camera zoomed into the red grafitti sprayed across that read: "SCAR". This had been a string of incidents in recent days. Soon after you get images in your head. They look kinda like letters, but before you have a chance to try and decrypt them you receive a burning sensation on your body somewhere. But if quickly faded away, just what was that? You dont' spend much time thinking about it as you collapse in bed.]


[the starter]

Pokemon: Aron
Nickname: Granite
Gender: Male

Egg Move: [Any valid egg move your starter can learn can be chosen.]

Personality: [What is your Pokemon's personality. It doesn't need to be lengthy as it is tough to keep in mind two personalities. Unless you're experienced in role-playing and can handle doing two different personalities. Some people find it challenging. Most Pokemon who are paired up with humans take on the same personality as their human partners, but if you wanted your Pokemon to have a different personality from your own character, that is okay. Just keep in mind that you need to keep both personalities in tact.]

Unique Traits: [Optional. A difference or two that sets your Pokemon apart from the rest of its species. Nothing TOO major, don't change its color scheme or anything.]

 

[Logical Cabbage]

I'd love to sign up! Here's my SU. We'll see if I can get it done by the end of the week.


[the trainer]

Name: Dexter "Dex" Seward
Trainer class: [ace trainer, pkmn trainer, something original, doesn't matter]
Home Town: Vermilion City
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Pokedex Color: [Cannot be the same as someone else's]

Biography: [This requires over a paragraph and should explain their childhood and any major events leading up to their acceptance into the Pallet academy and any events during their stay at the academy if need be. The minimum acceptance age is 10.]

Personality: [Funny, Distant, Afraid to show feelings and so forth. Once again, at LEAST two paragraphs.]

Appearance: [What does your character look like? Red Hair? Brown Hair? Blue Eyes? Red Eyes? And so forth. What are they wearing? Needs to be at LEAST two paragraphs long. You can also have a picture of your character, but you still also have to supply a written description.]

Theme: [The basic theme song for your character which best sums up who they are as a person, or who they want to be. Cannot be the same as someone else's.]

Example Role-Play: [The most critical part of your application, this sample MUST follow the following prompt: It is August 1st, a normal summer morning and exactly one month before the new school year and the new Pokemon League challenge season begins, you see, the league is given an off season period for training and vacation purposes. This day is special, August 1st is the day the students chosen to participate in the PT Aptitude test are notified. You waited all morning but nothing, you've nearly given up hope, but you hear the familiar notification of an incoming e-mail. You check it, and stare at the notification that you have been selected to participate in the PT test. You may have not passed the test just yet but the chance to take the test alone is a tremendous deal, so much so that coverage on the 30 chosen rookies from Pallet Acadmey spread across blogs and social media networks. Your friends and family congratulate you almost immediately after the news was released, but the news turned grim as a breaking report came in from Pewter City. Rubble and shreds of metal engulfed in a giant flame was on screen as the reporter commented on the big rig crashing into the Pokemon center and exploding taking more than 10 people's lives. On the big rig, through the fire, the camera zoomed into the red grafitti sprayed across that read: "SCAR". This had been a string of incidents in recent days. Soon after you get images in your head. They look kinda like letters, but before you have a chance to try and decrypt them you receive a burning sensation on your body somewhere. But if quickly faded away, just what was that? You dont' spend much time thinking about it as you collapse in bed.]


[the starter]

Pokemon: Charmander
Nickname: Ragnorak
Gender: Male

Egg Move: [Any valid egg move your starter can learn can be chosen.]

Personality: [What is your Pokemon's personality. It doesn't need to be lengthy as it is tough to keep in mind two personalities. Unless you're experienced in role-playing and can handle doing two different personalities. Some people find it challenging. Most Pokemon who are paired up with humans take on the same personality as their human partners, but if you wanted your Pokemon to have a different personality from your own character, that is okay. Just keep in mind that you need to keep both personalities in tact.]

Unique Traits: [Optional. A difference or two that sets your Pokemon apart from the rest of its species. Nothing TOO major, don't change its color scheme or anything.]

Charmander is reserved for Charizard_Man, so try another pokemon. He is the GM after all.

@ Charizard_Man

Based on what you said that you need a female player, does that mean I have no shot at making it?