Mercenaries RP - Rated PG-14

[MasterfulD]

Mercenaries

Note: This RP is non-canon. Extremely so.

Apparently, a long time ago, there were people called 'Trainers'. The searched the land, sea and sky for Pokémon, befriended them and used them to fight. Some people abused these privileges, but there were always those selfless individuals who would do anything to stop them. To do what was right.

How times change.

Since the Capture Rights Act, stating that only one Pokémon may be 'trained' by each person, the banning of Pokéballs and the abolishment of the Pokémon League, criminals have been spreading discord and chaos throughout the known world. But, like in times gone by, there are those who are out to stop these criminals. Unlike the olden days, these people do not operate out of the goodness of their hearts. They are mercenaries. Bounty hunters. And they operate for a price.
You are one of these people. With a history of expertise in your own specialist field, whether it be assassination or music, have been contacted by a man calling himself The Commander. He is assembling a new team of mercenaries, out of the best warriors money can buy. And he is paying handsomely. You, along with six others, have been summoned to Oreburgh City, where your HQ will be located. From here, the citizens of Sinnoh, and indeed the world, will send you their requests. Something that has been stolen, someone who needs to be taught a lesson… or worse.
You decide to accept these terms, and head to Oreburgh. What you don't realise is that all the other members of what will soon be your team are like you in another way.
They are all Fusers.

Fusers are people with an innate ability to transfer energy, and some characteristics, between themselves and a Pokémon they have a close bond with. In this day and age, with many species of Pokémon having achieved near-sentience, the Fuser and the Pokémon can maintain a strong psychic connection, allowing the transferral of thoughts. Many Fusers have odd abilities, although very few look any different to normal humans. However, it is possible to reach a state of complete psychic connection for a brief period, drawing the Pokémon's physical being inside oneself and merging two consciousnesses, resulting in amazing 'powers' that can be used, and controlled, by the human. However, this ability has earned it's name 'Last Stand'; it drains the human emotionally and physically, leaving them unconscious, or in some cases, dead.

How it works:
After everyone's begun properly, I'll start posting missions The Commander has picked up. You may choose missions to go on, as a team, a small group or solo. Use the OOC thread to confer, or whatever suits you (since the OOC thread isn't up yet...) These missions will be self-explanatory, and will lead to different parts of the storyline.

Please note: You may receive IC PMs, signing up means you accept and acknowledge this.

Some things have changed in the world of Pokémon. (I am using Serebii's Pokéarth map.)

Environmental:
A horrific nuclear accident some years ago has left Orre, Almia, and some of Northern Johto uninhabitable.
Humans finally started wising up about climate change, however they were far too late. The north is much colder, the south is much hotter, and many western areas are prone to earthquakes.
Sinnoh, as one of the only regions still inhabitable, is overpopulated, particularly in the east. Sunyshore City spreads out over the sea, Mt Coronet has been habituated, and the Battle Frontier is a popular tourist destination.

Events:
The Oreburgh mine was abandoned nearly 60 years ago.
The Underground in Sinnoh spread across the globe, however has mostly collapsed and has earnt a new name: The Catacombs.
The Sevii islands sunk under the sea nearly five centuries ago due to a battle between Kyogre and Groudon. Millions died.

Rules:
I know, they're annoying sometimes. But they're necessarily annoying.
1. No spam. Duh.
2. No Godmodding/Bunnying/etc.
3. Please inform me if you will be inactive for a sustained period of time.
4. I am GM! What I say goes.
5. No introducing key-character NPCs. PM me if you wish to do this, I may be able to make allowances.
6. I will say if a character is free-for-all, but apart from this, I control all NPCs.
7. An SU means a commitment. Don't flake out later.
8. The IC thread is IC only. The OOC thread is OOC only. Simple as.

Spaces Left: 0
GodofPH: The Thunderbolt
LordSephy: The Seeker
Strikit: The Predator
Hansa: The Excavator
Dimentacatio: The Silent
Zapdos926: The Wrecking Ball

The "Other" Team:
WeissRaben: The Princess
Tandem: The Viper
Pikakip: The Shadow

OK, Now it's really full.

Story for the Other Team
Another mercenary has begun recruiting. Based in Twinleaf Town, The Saviour believes he has uncovered a plot that could threaten mankind, Pokemonkind, and all existence. A new, nameless group has mysteriously sprung up overnight, causing chaos across the world. But at the same time, another group, even more shrouded in mystery, is trying to stop them. What is their plan? Who are they? And what will happen if they succeed?

The Saviour, as a mercenary of considerable skill himself, he has settled down to act as a leader for a new team he calls "The Salvation". You have been contacted by him, and asked to meet him at his HQ. He, too, is paying handsomely.

 

[GodofPH]

Name: Rex "Cycle" Napier
Codename: The Thunderbolt

Personality: If time is money, this character would possibly be the most miserly money-hoarder one would ever meet. Cycle is every bit as impulsive as the electricity his Pokemon wields. He is decisive, very quick to make a decision, even if the decision isn't always thought all the way through when he acts. It is from this impulsiveness he also derives a fair bit of courage, if not simply from not giving the danger time to be considered. He is impatient, restless, and easily bored by his surroundings. Because of this, he can be quick to abandon a prospect or effort if it does not keep him enthralled or entertained.
Despite lack of planning though, he can be an excellent tactician nonetheless. Cycle doesn't plan, he makes things up as he goes. He makes quick judgments in battle, and hasty as they are, they most often are right. He's been told he'll be killed one day for thinking like this, but he brushes it off, since it hasn't failed him yet.

History: Cycle was never so much of a drifter as a charger. Even from childhood, he was always hasty to stay in one place for too long. In a post apocalyptic Hell, however, this wasn't quite the bad thing. He was born in the overpopulated sea extensions of Sunyshore City, but had left that home behind by the age of 16. He spent the next few years roaming Sinnoh, during which he acquired Spinespark, and began developing a reputation as a hurricane force that would blow through towns quickly and leave disorder in his wake.

It was a trip to the habitable areas of Johto that would give him new purpose in life as a mercenary for hire. In the scattered settlements of the once great region, he and Spinespark began working for various towns and factions to earn cash, and more importantly, for the thrill of adventure. The reputation spread back to Sinnoh, and soon he was contacted by The Commander.

Appearance: Cycle is of a medium build, but is thinner than average. He is not overly muscular, but lean. His arms are covered with scratches and burns from years of mercenary work, as well as a large scar that goes over his left eye and cheek. He face is thin (almost looking like a perpetual sneer), and his green eyes are constantly darting around, looking at things. His medium-length auburn hair is slicked back, and when his body stores electricity, it lifts up and begins to glow yellow the more electricity he absorbs.He wears an old, tattered pair of blue jeans with a black tank top shirt. Around his neck is a chain necklace with a small, lustrous yellow orb. When in the cold of Sinnoh, he wears a black leather jacket, also tattered.

Pokémon: Spinespark (Jolteon)
Personality of Pokémon: Like a martial artist's nunchaku, Spinespark is every bit as hasty and spontaneous as her trainer. Some would think she is even more impatient than Cycle. Unlike her trainer though, she has a fair bit of paranoia to her personality, and is quick to attack anything if startled or surprised. One thing is constant about her, though: her unwavering dedication to her trainer.

Abilities: Cycle, like his Jolteon, can absorb electricity. This ability can revitalize him when tired, and even be used as substitute for eating food or sleeping. Cycle can also deliver electric shocks, though he has to touch a foe to do it.

Last Stand: God of Thunder- When the two fuse, Cycle and Spinespark become an uncontrollable, chaotic avatar of lightning. Cycle grows spines like Spinespark's, and his entire body pulses with electricity. This entity is almost single-minded in that it will react immediately to forces around it and be uncontrollable in its attempts to do whatever it tries. Because of the electric energy pulsing within it, the entity can move incredibly fast and even fly, as well as cause electronics to go haywire in its presence.

 

[LordSephy]

Name: Larze Ramon
Codename: The Seeker.
Personality: Larze has a softer side, but for the most part he is only concerned with himself and Ace. but he worries about the greater good of the world above all else, even when something he does seems selfish or evil, it is because he thinks it will lead to the world being a better place in the long run. He is as emotionless and tactical as a machine in battle, he plans everything out as deeply as a 100 year old Chess master, he always plans out every scenario and makes multiple plans and backup plans for them. Most people thinks he has no emotions, but deep down he does, but he knows others could use his emotions against him if they knew he had any.
History: Larze was born to one of the few families who not only managed, but were pretty well off, but at a young age he had grown sick of his life and knew that although he would be missed he was not needed, so he ran away from home.

Larze knew he would have to defend himself, so the first thing he did after he "Escaped" was learn how to fight, he almost constantly trained, he spent a lot of time in one of the huge deserts the world now had thanks to the stupidity of man and their apparent determination to annihilate all living things that could hurt them, even if they hurt themselves worse in the process, soon he had the strength to crush rocks with his bare hands and feet, but he knew he couldn't live in the desert hitting rocks forever, so he decided to start traveling again.

While passing through one of the few remaining forests, small and almost empty as it was, Larze stumbled upon a fight for fruit between a Riolu and a group of Rhyhorns, he was extremely impressed when he watched it take down the Rhyhorn's all by itself so he decided to tame it. The Riolu had been through enough and as soon as Larze took one step towards it, it attacked, Larze didn't want to hurt it, so all he could do was block, which was very hard, despite his strength for a human, he was no physical match for a fighting type Pokemon. The Riolu had already fought so much that day, it didn't take long for it to pass out on it's own. After the Riolu had been nursed back to health it realized Larze meant no harm, and, realizing there wasn't enough room in the forest, went with him.

Friendship grew quickly between Larze and the Riolu that had now been named Ace for it's efficiency, so after only a couple of battles against some desperate wild pokemon, Ace evolved. One day while passing through a small town with most of the buildings having plenty of marks of battle on them, Larze noticed a bounty poster for a group of bandits that used pokemon to terrorize people. Larze easily found the bandits with Ace's ability to sense aura and defeated them with ease, after dragging the unconcious bandits back to the town, the people willingly gave Larze the reward, which he declined, telling them to use it to rebuild their village.

Over the years, Larze's fame quickly grew, there was no mercenary in the world better at tracking and capturing targets it was said. Larze had always been a very good tracker because of his powerful senses of hearing, smell, and eyesight, but the biggest reason for his skills were that, after spending so much time with Ace, Larze had contracted the ability to detect auras. As soon as Larze realized the true possibilities of his ability, he began training fiercely with Ace to learn how to not only detect, but control aura, and over time he has become almost as good at it as Ace.

Appearance: Larze has short dark blue hair and wears a light brown western hat, duster, and boots, his eyes are the same shade of blue as his hair and he has slightly pale white skin with no distinct markings.

Appearance of Pokémon: Ace is usually dressed in a western hat and duster with boots like Larze and a red bandana covering his face so that any potential enemies don't know he's a pokemon until it is revealed.
abilities: Larze can detect auras and use the power of aura almost as well as Ace, along with almost superhuman strength and reflexes, Ace can control what element/type it's Aura Spheres are.
Last Stand: Aura Oracle: Ace turns himself into pure aura and fuses with Larze, giving him Ace's abilities and multiplying them, when in this form Larze moves almost at the speed of a Pokemon using Extremespeed and has more physical strength than a Dragonite.

 

[Strikit]

Name: Oliver Striges

Codename: Predator

Personality: Carrying grudges is something Oliver does exceptionally well. A person who has wronged him is immediately added to his blacklist, to be dealt with at the soonest possible opportunity. Territorial and aggressive, Oliver will defend to the best of his ability those he loves and his property and belongings. His temper is perhaps overheated, always ready to ignite in an inferno that will engulf and destroy anyone too close. This is in part a method to keep people from getting too close. When people get close they can hurt you, and people can use them to hurt you. Keeping the number of people he cares for small is a necessity for a mercenary, he believes. The only other creature he truly feels at peace with loving is Charm. He knows that she can fend for herself if the need arises, and since she partnered with him life has grown so much easier. He no longer has to do things alone, which is wonderful as far as he is concerned.

Oliver is to the public eye, or so he hopes, cold and intimidating. He loves few, despises most, and would stop at nothing to take down his target. As sadistic as it may be, he finds true enjoyment in assassination. Hunting down his prey and taking them down with all the precision of a falcon gives him a buzz like no other. Working solo does not bother him in the least, though he loves how well he and Charm have learned to communicate and work with one another. When attempting to apprehend a target it almost seems that the two of them work as one.

For rare moments of recreation, Oliver deeply enjoys music with meaning and emotion. The top twenty of the week do not appeal to him, nor do the currently popular artists. His tastes are sporadic and scattered, but as a rule the music is well written, deep, and emotional.

History: Oliver was born in southern Johto, an accident. Neither of his parents had wanted children, and as such he was given the necessities for life and otherwise left to his own devices. He was bullied somewhat when he was young, for he was a small child, and something of a social outcast. He left home young, at thirteen, when he grew tired of the way his life had been going. He moved to Veilstone in Sinnoh, where he stayed with his older cousin, Jack. For the first time in his life Oliver knew what it was not to want for anything. He ate well, was clothed in whatever he liked, and was treated with something resembling human compassion. The big city atmosphere did wonders for him, as well. It toughened him considerably, though he still had a far way to go before becoming mercenary material.

When Oliver was fifteen, Jack's girlfriend moved in with he and Oliver. At first Oliver didn't care at all about Aliana's presence in the house. She was beautiful, he recognized, but she was Jack's girlfriend. Then Jack changed. Once loving and selfless, his entire persona contorted into something completely different. He became angry and touchy. One minute signs of his old self would shine through. But the next he would be violent and unpredictable. He even began to take it out on Aliana. When the first dark bruise appeared on her shoulder, Oliver felt true fury for the first time in his life. Over the time Aliana had been living with he and Jack, he began to grow fond over her. An entire year passed by before he realized that he loved her.

Mindful of the new engagement ring on Aliana's left hand, but at the same time mindful of the bruises she covered with makeup and clothes, he told her how he felt about her. She met his admittance with more happiness than he had seen in her eyes since Jack changed, and even though Oliver knew it was blatant betrayal, he and Aliana began to get closer. They even began to talk about her breaking the engagement for him. But Jack walked in on an intimate moment and after being struck across the face by the man who he had once respected above any other, Oliver was tossed out with a bag full of clothes. Aliana never contacted him again after that. The last thing he heard, Jack and Aliana had married and were expecting their first child. The abuse had not relented.

On the street, Oliver had to grow even more tough and cold to survive. He did odd jobs for a while to earn enough pocket money to keep himself fed and slept under anything that would keep him dry and moderately warm. He was approached one night by a man who asked him if he would do him a favor for a healthy sum that could actually buy him a house, and a nice one at that. Excited, he asked for details on the job. When they were given, however, he was shocked to discover that the favor was a murder. The man assured him that he would not get caught if he was careful, and that the target deserved it. He would give Oliver half of the money beforehand, too. After some moral debate he decided to do it. He found and killed the target, and therefore earned the money. Though he was indeed able to buy the house, he wrestled with the idea of mortality, and taking lives for quite some time before finally finding peace with it, and deciding that this was something he could do. He began to seek out the jobs and over time enjoyed the hunt. He often stalked the target like a hunter and enjoyed catching them unaware and making it as bloody as possible. This was how he earned the nickname, Predator. After Oliver gained more of a reputation people began to ask for him by that name, instead of his real one.

Two years of mercenary work later, Oliver knew without a doubt that this was what he wanted to do with his life. It was at this point that Charm came into his life. Hunting down a hit, he was attacked by a band of wild Charmander with a single Charmeleon present. The poor thing seemed to be completely ignored by her fellows, and Oliver knew what it was like to be alone. So he managed to catch her alone and took her under his wing. She thrived under his care and soon they became an unbeatable team. She seemed to have the same qualms about assassinations that he used to at first, but she got used to it, just as he had. She didn't seem to enjoy it as much as he did, but she followed his instruction loyally nonetheless. In present day they are a nearly unbeatable team, and they have never missed a hit.

Appearance: An air of elegance surrounds Oliver. His features are pointed, well defined, and masculine. Dark eyelashes frame pale blue eyes that seem to stare straight through a person, directly to their soul. Rarely do they alight with obvious happiness, sympathy, or compassion. They are most often touched by cold indifference, contempt, or pure fury. Over the course of his lifetime he has had the bridge of his nose, his bottom lip on the left side, and his left eyebrow pierced.

An olive complexion gives Oliver a somewhat Italian appearance. Straight, dark chestnut hair falls into his face when he lets it, as it is somewhat long, not quite reaching his broad shoulders. His entire body is large and proportional. He stands at six feet and eight inches, and his muscles are well defined from a lifestyle that involves physical exertion. Oliver carries himself at all times with pride, if not some arrogance. As far as clothing goes, he wears dark pants or slacks, at times a black belt, and button down shirts, sometimes with a vest, and thickly soled combat style boots, elevating him an inch or two higher than his already intimidating height. Most often the theme is dark, if not all black.


Pokémon: Charmeleon; Oliver calls her Strix, as is her nickname in public, or Charm, as is her affectionate nickname in private.

Personality of Pokémon: Charm, as she thinks of herself, is a lot like her master. She keeps an outwardly cold appearance in public, mirroring Oliver's example. But when she is away from the eye of others she's compassionate and sweet, and very much affectionate towards Oliver. Her true personality is nurturing and empathetic, but he taught her when he first met her that the world is a cruel place when you let others see your emotions. As a result she tries to suppress them, but she is not always successful.

History/Appearance of Pokémon: Charm lived a comfortable, easy life before she evolved. In the wild she did well socially, as a part of a large band of Charmander. They gathered food by raiding towns and cities they came upon, and it was not unheard of for them to attack a human. As what could be considered the alpha female, Charm took charge of most of the fights and gained plenty of experience. When she evolved, however, the mechanics of her life changed drastically. Her comrades were not willing to accept the change in her stature and ostracized her to the point that she felt completely invisible. On a routine raid of a city Charm met Oliver. As observant as he always had been, he immediately noticed the way she was treated and took her in. The Charmander let her go without even a nod. As badly as this saddened Charm, she was grateful to Oliver for taking her in. Since that day she has been completely loyal to him, and would give her life for him without question. He would do the same for her, she knows, which makes all the difference in the world.

Physically speaking, Charm isn't as large as most Charmeleon, standing at just two feet and seven inches including her crest, and weighing in at thirty five pounds. What she lacks in physique, she makes up for in fire power. Oliver has given her as rigorous a training schedule as he does himself, helping her to raise the heat and the power behind her claws. Her tail is strangely long, increasing the range at which she can swing it. Because of her size, however, it does not have as much muscle power as it could. Her skin is a soft red, as opposed to the bright scarlet of most of her species.

Abilities: Charm's flames are especially hot, as she tries to compensate for her small size. She's spectacular at tracking and can easily help Oliver find who they're looking for. Her intelligence may not be outstanding, but at the same time she's far from stupid, especially when it comes to street smarts.

Last Stand: Mortal Inferno; Oliver's eyes turn a bright red not unlike Charm's scales, and flames adorn his hands and feet, and they well up in his mouth, ready to be spewed forth. Though it does not last long, at his will Oliver can send a stream of flame at an enemy not unlike an oilfire in how difficult it is to extinguish.

 

[Hansa]

The Character

Name: Elias "Gravel" Gravalley
Codename: The Excavator
Age: 28
Appearance:
Elias has a Latin tan on his skin, and is pretty tall and slender. He has long arms and legs, giving him a good reach when doing diverse assignments. His knuckles, elbows and knees are dry and scarred from all the excavation work he has experience in.
His hair is only slightly darker than his skin, being a dirty brown. His face is long and almost rectangular. His eyes are a deep green, and his nose has a straight angle. His lips are thin and dry, also because of the dry air from where he comes from.

He mostly wears clothes which are easy to wear, and hard to resist the many sandstorms and heatwaves where Elias excavates. He has a white T-shirt under a green, ragged vest with a lot of pockets. He has cycling-gloves that have hardened plastic-fragments on to protect his hands, as well as his elbows, which also are protected. His pants are brown and made of hard, canvas-like material that will protect his legs from sandstorms. He also wears knee-pads, and hiking-boots. Elias always carries a big, dark-brown jacket in case of strong sand-storms, where he needs to cover his skin.

Personality:
When you first meet Gravel, he is constantly joking, often using sarcasm and satire. He is never serious, which can backfire, and will have problems at i.e. business meetings and situations similarly serious. Even though he seems spontaneous in speech, he will always be cautious when outside in the real world. He will constantly use his powers as a fuser, and ask his Pokemon to check routes. After all, you can never check to carefully when being a wanted mercenary...

A funny aspect of Gravel's personality is that he will only be silenced in one type of situation; when seeing a living prehistoric pokemon (i.e. Kabutops or Cradily). When any of these appear, he will instantly examine them and remind himself of their aspects constantly. He will also have trouble hurting them, as he knows their rarity and loves their origin. Therefore, "The Excavator" should never be forced up in a battle with a fossil pokemon... He will instantly loose.

History:
Elias was born and raised in Lavaridge Town, which was small and rather isolated. There weren't many alternatives for free time, and Elias started going to the desert since he was young. He didn't really do much, just walked around and looked at the native pokemon. One day, he spotted a bone in the middle of the sand. He want to look, and noticed that it was from one of the ancient pokemon, known as Kabuto. He tried to pick it up, but was stuck to the ground. HE pulled harder, and when it loosened, he noticed a Diglett where the previously burried bode was. The two literally started fighting over a bone, and Elias won. However, due to the Diglett's ability, Arena Trap, Elias was unable to get away, and had to give up the bone. Ever since, the two constantly fought over fossils, and soon became rather connected to each other. Elias even gave him his new name; Trapster. When Elias turned 18, he was planning to move to Mauville to actually make a career as an excavator, and Trapster made the choice to come with him.

However, in Mauville, no one was interested in the arts of archeology, and one would have better luck with a career in gambling. Elias noticed that first hand. He had also grown closer to Diglett, and started developing fuser-powers. Thereafter, he grabbed any opportunity to earn money, and had varying luck. When Elias saw the notice about becoming a mercenary, he grabbed that too, and took the job.

Pokémon

Name: Trapster
Species: Diglett
Personality:
Trapster shares the same love for fossils as Gravel, but also has a big interest for gems and minerals. He is a very serious creature, and will never laugh at any of Gravel's jokes, much to his irritation. Also, Trapster's holes under ground are packed with occasional gems and bones, due to him always chosing the route with most of their occurrences under ground. Trapster always follows Elias underground, giving him updates on what is going on if necessary.

Fuser Powers

Abilities:
Elias can talk to Trapster through the ground, telepathically. He can also use heightened senses through the ground, i.e. hearing, smelling and feeling through the ground, only by touching it with his palms. With a slight ability to manipulate the ground, Gravel can also transport small objects through the ground.

Last Stand:
In the last stand, Elias, merging with Trapster, will change slightly in appearance. His nose will grow big and red like a Diglett's, and his hair will grow longer and start excreting mud. His nails on his hands and feet will grow to large, shovel-like claws. He will also become shorter and rounder.
His ability in his Last stand is to dive and dig through the ground, similarily to swimming in water. He will be able to dig through all ground-types at extreme speed. Also, Elias gains the ability to manipulate the ground, transferring pressure through it and making hard lumps of it and shooting it up anywhere he wants. He will gain perfect senses through the ground, except for vision. He won't let an enemy escape in this form, making use of Trapster's ability; Arena Trap.

 

[MasterfulD]

Sorry for not responding sooner, i've been kinda busy. Great SUs guys, you're all accepted. 9.9 Makes me sound like a pushover, but seriously, they were all very well done.
One thing, Strikit, could your character's codename be THE Predator? I'm fussy like that...

 

[Dimenticato]

Name: Adam Virginius Locke

Codename: Silence / The Silent

Personality:
Adam's codename says it all, if you meet him at a first glance. He rarely speaks to anyone except his closest friends, or, to put it more accurately, his ONLY friend. His Gardevoir, Malicia. He practically radiates an aura of malice and fear, but also of loneliness and sadness, and other people instinctively know- He's not one of them. He's different. An outsider.

He has extreme standards for friendship and trustworthiness towards other people, and he deigns very few people to be worthy to even regard as a friend. If you could gain his trust, you'd find he wasn't a completely emotionless. In truth, he is a lonely and generally sad person, and his silence and apartheism are drawn from his sadness, and his intelligence lets him use it to a great amount of success. He is an emotional and creative person.

However, kindness is not a word that comes familiarly from Adam. He has a strong desire for justice, but his idea of justice is his own and will conflict with others. He is not accustomed to giving out random acts of kindness to those who he doesn't know. He'll often only aid those who he considers he owes a favour, or those who have earned his trust and respect. Or those who pay him, of course.

Adam takes vengeance, promises and oaths very seriously. To someone who he makes a promise, he will go to any length to fulfill his promise. If he is made a promise, he expects it done, and if it isn't, a slow and painful death awaits those who would fail him. Despite all, his silence is his most prized trait, and he always tries to remain quiet at all times.

He's known to be an excelent shot with a sniper rifle and a surprisingly skilled user of dual weapons, but knows several forms of unarmed combat.

Overall, He is very, very quiet, and a loner. He knows who has power and who doesn't. He walks with an air of malice and seems incredibly sinister. He never seems to show any emotion other than comprehension, but inside, he is a compassionate and determined soul, willing to do anything to acheive his personal justice. And he never forgets. And he never forgives.

History:
From a young age, Adam was an outcast. Always the one who would be teased and picked on. Always the one who would be alone whenever it came to choose partners. Always the one who'd get kicked around by those who were stronger than him. But instead of channeling the energy into anger, he made into sadness and regret. And vengeance. Always vengeance.

As he grew, he came to understand a great truth. People were evil and they ruined everything they touched. It was this that helped him become who he was. It was this that helped train his body to become shadow. It was this that helped him learn hatred. And, when he was older, it helped him to kill.

When he was 13, his parents split up. He ran from his home, fleeing the conflict that was engulfing his family, and his neighbourhood. Two weeks later, starving and weak, he stumbled across a family of Ralts, Kirlia, Gardevoir and Gallade. They nursed him back to health, and with them, he learnt to truly understand them. It was then he developed his Psychic link with a Ralts who he left the pack with and became a Bounty Hunter.

A year later, he was seventeen, and his Ralts had evolved into a Kirlia. and he set out for vengeance against everyone who had ever hurt him. It took him three years, but he had finally tracked down and killed everyone who had ever hurt him. And it changed him into what he is today. During his skirmishes against his foes, Malicia evolved into a Gardevoir.

Appearance:
Adam has brown hair, which is reasonably short but always well kept. He has misty grey eyes that do not betray any emotion and his skin is very pale. His mouth is small and usually a thin, hard pressed line, only a few shades darker than the rest of his skin. He doesn't have any skin marks or blemishes. His nose is quite small, but not inproportionately so, and his eyes are about average.

He is quite tall, but a lot of his height comes from his legs, but not enough to make himself look gangly. He has medium sized arms and long, graceful, dainty hands, with very elegant and long fingers. His legs are graceful and elegant, and look like they've been through a lot of acrobatics. He is very lean and very agile.

Adam's self made Bounty Hunter "Uniform" Is very durable and covers most of his face. He wears a black domed helmet with a T-shaped visor whcih is covered by a black visor. All over he wears Burgundy armour of adamantium, which protects him from blaster fire and most other forms of attack due to engineering and enhancements. Over his chest and back, he wears a plate of Black metal with a small gap running down and then separating to circle him right around to his back to provide flexibility. His legs are also covered in adamantium, and have Black plates running down them, too. His shoes are made of adamantium and look like combat boots, but smaller and sleeker. On his back he wears a jetpack with a RWLD- A radio wave locator device. He wears a small cape that is only over his right shoulder and goes down halfway his back.

Pokémon: Gardevoir, Female, named Malicia.

Personality of Pokémon: Malicia is very similiar to her owner, Adam, although a lot kinder to those who need it. She is quiet, stealthy and agile, unlike most Gardevoir, and due to her psychic link, her appearance and personality have both changed. She is still utterly devoted to her partner, Adam, and would gladly give her life for him, but she is more reserved and quiet than your average Gardevoir.

History/Appearance of Pokémon: Gardevoir looks similiar to a normal Gardevoir, but her colouration is completely different. Her body is Black, and her "hair" and the horn going through her chest are both burgundy. She has bright yellow eyes and her "dress" isn't as wide, more sleek and stylish.

Abilities: Adam can sense emotions and is particularly good at reading people, he can tell their personalities relatively easily and uses this to their downfall... or his gain, naturally. He has a tiny influence over other people's emotions, but can only use this when they are passive and calm.

Last Stand: Sadness Manifest: Adam unleashes all of his emotions in a single powerful outburst, overwhelming everyone around him with sadness, anger and hatred, as well as a huge amount of psychic energy. The amount of sadness unleashed can drive people insane with depression and the anger can inspire terrific fear, and the combination of the two can lead to a horrific and hallucinogenic death. He also releases a burt of psychic power, sending everyone around him flying, and he retains a field of powerful emotions around him for a short time. His irises in his eyes become a mysterious purple, and his personality becomes very peaceful and calm, but somewhat more cold and heartless.

I hope this is all ok.

 

[GodofPH]

Observation: 5 signups so far, all are male, yet 3 of the 5 Pokemon companions are all female.

 

[Hansa]

lol, we need some girls...

 

[zapdos926]

seems cool enough. :D sorry if i get accepted and dont post for a while, i'm in Florida on Spring break, so i dont know when the next time i'll be able to get on will be.

Name: Aon "Gredge" Drashek

Codename: wrecking ball

Personality: Aon has two personalities: Gredge, the out of control beast of destruction, and Aon, the relatively calm, smart businessman.

Aon is smart and cunning. He does gamble a bit and this has gotten him in trouble because he always wins. People think that he cheats even though he doesn't (this does not represent me personally). He does happen to know when to stop doing something or stop others from doing things. He, even though he has his bad points, will help others when needed and is very dependable.

Gredge is completely different though: he is an out of control monster that will destroy anything in its path. Gredge definitely holds grudges. If somebody gets him angry, he doesn't stop until he gets back at who ever did it. Gredge has no idea whatsoever that he is also Aon, so he gets even more confused when people yell: "Aon, calm down!" which makes him angrier. When he has calmed down and turned back into Aon, he doesn't remember a thing that he did.

History: Aon grew up on the streets, becoming skilled at things that he regrets quite often. One of these things isn't really a skill, but it is the reason he got his code name. Once while he was on one of his angry rampages, he just happened to be near a construction site. He picked up a wrecking ball and threw it at the building, thus people dubbed him "the wrecking ball".
He became a mercenary for a few reasons:
1. The money. His exact thought were "me + mercenary = $$$"
2. A way to relieve stress. Aon knows that Gredge is his other personality because people have told him. Gredge doesn't know this because he is always in an angry rampage and no one can tell him anything. Aon is a mercenary so he can let his bad side loose on bad people.
Aon met Combustion during one of his rampages when he was a child. At the time it was a Quilava and it was pretty strong. It blew a jet of flame right in front of Aon and the child ran into it head first, where he passed.
About an hour later, he woke up to a soft chattering and found himself in an abandoned shed with the Quilava next to him. The two became inseparable and the Quilava, who Aon called Combustion soon evolved into a Typhlosion.


Appearance: Aon is relatively tall, standing at 6'3". He weighs about 255 and doesn't exactly look "ripped". He has pitch-black hair and has a moderate tan. His smile is suspiciously white, giving the look of a con man.

Pokémon: Typhlosion "Combustion"

Personality of Pokémon: Combustion is pretty much like his partner: a calm side and a reckless side. His reckless side though, is less so. He is very destructive when angry, but that is all he gets: angry, not a completely different personality. He is extremely loyal and will do anything to help Aon, whether he is Gredge or not.

History/Appearance of Pokémon: Combustion appears to be like any other Typhlosion, except for two differences: his flames, they're black, and his eyes are a marine blue. All of his fire type attacks are also in black flames.

Abilities: Aon with the help of Combustion can become fireproof. This is very useful at times.

Last Stand: When Aon and Combustion are using their last stand, it starts out with Combustion doing what looks like a basic flame thrower, except its aimed at the sky. The flames then turn back, completely engulfing both Aon and Combustion. Combustion seems to turn to dust for a moment and possess Aon. From that point, Aon grows to ten feet tall; towering over the foes with black flames swirling all around him. Then, half of his body melts away, to be replaced by half of a Typhlosion. From that point on, Gredge controls everything and will destroy all enemies within a mile radius.

 

[Dimenticato]

I don't disagree with the notion that some girls would be nice, But I say even if it were a fully male rp, it would be fine.

 

[LordSephy]

This rp looks to have a lot of potential, I think it will be pretty fun, but I am wondering, since we are all mercenaries and probably in general don't feel the need to be completely subserviant to the law, is there any chance we will be able to catch at least one more pokemon? It could even create a new stage of last stand, combining the two pokemon abilities into something truly terrible.

 

[MasterfulD]

This rp looks to have a lot of potential, I think it will be pretty fun, but I am wondering, since we are all mercenaries and probably in general don't feel the need to be completely subserviant to the law, is there any chance we will be able to catch at least one more pokemon? It could even create a new stage of last stand, combining the two pokemon abilities into something truly terrible.

Certainly.
That's a point guys. Just cuz I post stuff saying: Them's the rules, that's the law - think outside the box. You're mercenaries fer Dunsparce's sakes. Laws mean nothing.
Although the police will probably be onto you quicker than a Ninja.

Dimenticatio: Accepted. Good point about the lack of female input - I doubt it will detract from the experience. If anything, it'll be better - no hormonal teens trying to get their RP characters laid. 9.9

Zapdos(insertnumbers): Accepted, but barely.

OK, that's that! We may begin. If you're sitting there staring at your computer screen shouting: "OH NOES TEH RPG IS FULLL!!!11!!!" : Fear not, young troll! PM me if you wish to start another Team.

I'll have a post up soon starting the story, then you'll all be free to post away.

 

[MasterfulD]

Double Post. Soz, my comp broke.

 

[GodofPH]

It could even create a new stage of last stand, combining the two pokemon abilities into something truly terrible.

A fuser who wields a ghost catches a dark, then they're truly without weakness. :P

 

[WeissRaben]

A fuser who wields a ghost catches a dark, then they're truly without weakness. :P

As it's said in an unofficial rule of D&D, the RPMaster is NOT a goldfish. If you do that, you deserve to be profusely slapped with a smelly trout. :cer_evil:

And, reading this. Writing a signup in case of a second team, but good luck nevertheless. ;)

 

[MasterfulD]

As it's said in an unofficial rule of D&D, the RPMaster is NOT a goldfish. If you do that, you deserve to be profusely slapped with a smelly trout. :cer_evil:

And, reading this. Writing a signup in case of a second team, but good luck nevertheless. ;)

*glub*

And so the story begins.

Somewhere
"She knows what's going to happen, that doesn't mean she knows how we're going to do it." The first voice. A man's, about thirty.
"Still... I don't like this. It's a spanner in the works. A small one, perhaps, but..." The younger of the two, but clearly the more powerful.
"But?"
"It worries me. You know what this... individual can do."
"Yes..."
"And I believe she has some connection with The Commander."
"The... Commander?"
"Formally known as The Wild Card."
"Oh... Oh dear. That's..."
"A problem. Indeed. We must keep an eye on this... Commander. We can't let this plan fail."


Oreburgh City, Sinnoh
The Commander was a man is his late thirties. He lived in Sinnoh, but his tanned skin and jet-black hair, cropped short, told a tale of a different heritage. His torso was powerful and muscular, skin streched impressively taut over his bulk. His legs ended just above the knee - he sat in a wheelchair. There were two people in the room with him. One was Marlon, his best friend of many years, a Slowpoke whose lethargy betrayed his quick-witted mind. The other person was B. That wasn't her full name, but The Commander liked using it.
"So... someone else is trying to kill me. That makes a change. You... you're sure you don't have any idea who they are?"
"I don't know who they are. That's the problem," she said, her normally calm voice turning into what was almost a whine.
"Right. Well, i'll get Marlon on research." Marlon rolled his eyes, and tapped a keyboard with his mind. "D'you have any more information. Any at all? Where were you?"
"In... Hoenn, I think... Oh, Gods, Nick, I don't know! I was lucky to get out alive!"
"OK, it's all right." The Commander laid a hand on her shoulder. She was worried. Actually worried. Something about the whole thing seemed unnatural. B was never worried. This was serious.
"Well, I've called the mercenaries to the building. They should be arriving soon, and then maybe-"
"But... you can't tell them. About me."
"I won't. You have my word." The Commander smiled.
"Hmph. Great. Your word. A fat lot of good that's gonna do me." She huffed and turned her head away.
The Commander smiled. "Oh come on, B. You know I won't tell them."
"I know, I know... but these people..."
"Are the best in their fields. And, as you requested, they're all fusers."
"I know that. But the people themselves, Nick. The Thunderbolt? The Wrecking Ball? You know how he got that name?" B was worried. That was happening a lot recently.
"The world's changed, B. These people command the respect now. And their skills are just what we need." The Commander said comfortingly. 'Comfortingly' wasn't enough - B was still worried.
"Because you know what happens if they fail." she said, quietly.
"I know. If we fail, the world will end."


A bit short, but that's the way it is.
You may now post.
The OOC thread still hasn't been approved... use this one for now.

 

[Dimenticato]

I'll begin with the first Post.


I looked up at the gate to Oreburgh City. I sigh and put on helmet, keeping the visor on to hide my face. I walk towards the nearest building and see a thug with a gun loitering. He sees me and smiles, and he's walking towards me now. 'Hey there, spaceman, you know, there's a charge for entering the city now... Your money or your life.' He sneered, grinning. I said nothing, and my visor concealed my mocking grin. 'Well? What do you say?' He chuckled again, somewhat nervously. He glared at me and snarled, 'If you don't start talking right now, I'll put a bullet through your head, spaceman!' He held the gun up to my visor, and put his finger on the trigger. I grabbed his wrist and pulled downwards, and heard a snap as it broke. The thug screamed out in pain. I took the gun off of him and pointed it at him. He looked pathetic, but looked so angry, and determined to kill. I pulled the trigger. 'Malicia.' I thought. As usual, Malicia appeared next to me, silently. 'Teleport this body into the nearest hedge.' At my command, she waved her hand and the body disappeared. 'It is done, Adam.' She thought.
'Thank you.' I walked towards the address I'd been given, and walked towards my destiny.

'Who are you? What do you want?' I heard from a voicebox, somewhere.
'I'm The Silent. I've been called here by your boss.' I sighed.
'Oh... You're one of them... Uh... Ok then, I'll just let you in, just keep calm and um... here we are, come in, come in.' The door slid open, and with Malicia at my side, I slinked in and began scanning the area.

I eventually found a room with some chairs, and sat down on one, wondering if this was the place I was supposed to be. Nevertheless, I took out a book from my pack, and began reading it. As other people of all appearances and sizes filed in, I observed them silently and continued to read my book. 'Malicia. Stay close to me. You can't trust a Bounty Hunter.' I thought.
'But you are one.'
'Exactly.'

 

[LordSephy]

Larze was walking through yet another dusty town beaten down by sandstorms. "Ugh, what is it with me and deserts? I spent years training in one, did my first mission in one, heck, I was lucky to find you in a forest....and even that forest was in the middle of a desert." "Maybe you should stop whining and keep walking, aren't you supposed to be the big bad mercenary?" Ace's familiar voice echoed in Larze's head. Being one of the rare telepathic pokemon that could communicate with even the average human, Ace projeced his voice so that everybody within listening distance heard him as if he was talking out load. so that it would appear Larze and Ace were both humans.

As they sat down at a local cantina and ordered to glasses of water, seeing how cantinas in desert towns had no alcohol on the menu, Larze thought of something to cheer himself up. "You know, there is one good side to spending so much time in deserts." "What's that?" Larze smiled before drinking the water with a vengeance and gasping happily. Nobody can appreciate water better than Desert Dwellers." Larze got another glass and made cheers with Ace, finally giving him a chance to reply to the earlier statement. "Definetely, of course we Pokemon are much less fickle than you humans, we greatly appreciate all food and drink we can get.

A couple minutes later, Larze and Ace stood up abruptly and simultaneously, this time they both spoke telepathically. "I think it's time we left now." Ace nodded. "Right." Larze put the money they owed the bartender on the table plus a 50% tip, Larze and Ace only wanted enough money to keep them alive and save up for a rainy day. Thinking such thought got Larze back to thinking about why they were leaving.

Flashback

"The Commander....A huge player in this game of ours....." "Yep." Larze remembered the call as if it came yesterday, which it did. "Are you the one they call: The Seeker?" "That's right, what about me?" "I've heard that you're the best tracker and bagger there is, is this true?" "Only a fool assumes or ever thinks he's the best, but I have been challenged many times and never beaten. "Good, good...I'm looking to hire you, not just for one job, but as a mercenary under me specifically, nobody else would pay you more than me." "Not interested, I'm freelance, and I'm only partly in this for the money, a very small part." "I understand, but I've made sure to learn everything about you possible since you became a public topic, what would you say if I told you this was to make the world a better place?" "I'll come to your meeting....but no promises, I'll have my answer when I get all the details you can give me."
"Fair enough, I'll be waiting."

Present

Larze looked at the building in front of him, it appeared almost abandoned, but he could detect powerful auras within, so much so that the short fur Ace had stood up. "Well...time to go, I hope this isn't a trap, I feel deception, but no ill will, come on Ace. Ace did not feel like speaking at the moment, so he just nodded and followed Larze inside.

 

[Strikit]

An adrenaline high still coursed through Oliver's body from the kill that had taken place twenty minutes prior. Charm hurried along next to him, keeping up with his blistering pace with surprising ease. The cool night air invigorated him. The hit had been one of the cleaner ones; Oliver did not have time to play with his target. An entity known as The Commander had contacted him with a request for his services. From rumors, he had heard that The Commander was in the same business as himself. Why he would need a mercenary, he wasn't sure. But where there was money to be had and blood to be shed he would not turn down an offer.

The telltale bleat of a police siren behind him informed Oliver that his handiwork had been discovered. All they would find is one bloody boot print, and a Charmeleon paw print. Of course he wanted the authorities to know that he'd done it; it was his way of earning publicity, and letting people know that he was the man to contact when they needed someone eliminated. He was good at being away from the scene before police arrived, therefore keeping himself out of the hands of the police. It would be quite a pity to be incarcerated, and be kept away from his life's work. Worse than that, he would be separated from Charm. As much as he enjoyed mercenary work, his partnership with his Charmeleon was not something that could be replaced. He glanced down at her fondly now and found that her tail flame was bright with excitement. As much as he appreciated the fact that she didn't detest what they did, the brightness was dangerous.

"Charm, love, you're a bit bright. Moth to a candle flame, you know."

Without glancing over her shoulder she dulled her flame and tucked her tail lower to the ground. Oliver was proud; he had taught her not to look back when running, as it slowed the pace and the one second her focus was off of the path ahead of her an ambush could occur, or she could trip. That she remembered everything he had taught her made her even more valuable as a partner.

In due time they were far enough out of the way that they could slow their pace. It was a testament to how often Oliver and Charm did this, that though a light sweat had touched Oliver's brow he was breathing evenly and comfortably, and Charm surveyed him with interest, asking silently for the next assignment. "Ready for the next one already?"

She growled noncommittally, her swaying tail leaving a trail of smoke where the flame burned. Oliver couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. "I see. Well, you remember the guy who contacted us? The Commander? I'm assuming this will pay well. I may be able to afford you a tail band, sort of your trademark sign. What do you think?"

Charm regarded him with more interest now and gestured with her claws, as though questioning where they ought to be going next.

"It's not far," he told her. She growled and followed him when he began to lead her south, deeper into Oreburgh. It was pure luck that their hit had been in the city, and minimal traveling was necessary. This was the way Oliver liked it best. He sometimes enjoyed the chase, hunting down his target from a distance, but at the moment he just wanted to get to his destination and move on to the main event. It appeared that would be happening in no time, too. There was a fairly large building in the heart of the city that seemed to be the one The Commander wanted him to go to. With a cool glance around to make sure he wasn't being followed, he pushed the door open and entered with Charm following closely.