[PG 17, Kanto]: All These Regular People...

[M@XWeru]

Clever.

And right you are about the quality enforcement. Frankly, between the two of you, I'm not leaning in either direction yet. Still, we've gotta get this started at some point, so there'll only be a day or two left unless we get more applicants.

 

[Sir Aaron1017]

I've decided to go for the rich boy position instead, so here is my new sign-up:

Name: Victor Alexander Kingston

Appearance: Having grown up in the lap of luxury, he posses many things which have altered his appearance, and also altered who he is. He is always seen wearing a pair of sun glasses, though the color is never the same as the day before. His clothes usually consist of designer, light blue jeans and black dress pants, long sleeve shirts and sweaters, the sleeves of which cut off just below the elbows, which he wears dress shirts underneath. His black shoes are very expensive and very comfortable also, for everything he owns pleases him in some, if not every, way. Under his shoes are dyed, white ankle socks created from the wool of Mareep. His face is something of mention. His extremely bright, blonde hair, which has white highlights in it, reaches just past his ears and sometimes hangs in his face. His ice blue eyes tend to overlook the hardships of others, and yet feel very jealous of how happy the others seem. Compared to other children his age, he's a little short, standing at around four foot, one inch. His height has made him the subject of bullies, and in responce, his parents put him self defense classes, although he probably won't be able to fight off adults, it would enable him to prevent unnecessary physical damage caused by other kids.

Background: Having grown up in Pallet Town, Victor has never had the chance of seeing a large city, or the chances of meeting other kids with the same disposition that he has. Everyone here had worked all of their lives just to make a living, where he had just been born in a very rich family. He has always had things that have made him happy; Top of the line electronics, a large library filled with countless books, basically everything which his heart desired. Along with everything he has, there are a few things that actually mean something to him. He has a grand piano, the jewel of the Grand Ballroom, especially when he plays. Since he was 5, his parents decided that he needed something to do which would signify a high-end up-bringing, so they chose piano lessons for that something. He's had the best piano teacher money could buy, though he never could quite play the way his teacher wanted him to. Piano soon became the one thing that never changed in his life. He could always go in there and play for hours, the world, for a brief time, seemed to only consist of the keys and the music.

Because they were living in a small town, the chances of Victor going to a private school were basically non-existent, so his parents enrolled him in the only school in town - Pallet Elementary School. From the very beginning he had been accepted largely because of the "excitement" he seemed to have given off, because of the toys he played with, and also because of the way he had acted. Even then he felt was very different compared to the other kids, and that he would soon be abandoned, which was proved to be true. He was an outcast after a few months, the children had moved on after using him to get a few toys. Not even the teachers seemed to care anymore; they knew that if he didn't pass this grade, "daddy" would just send him to a private school. He felt alone in every way. He couldn't hide behind his toys anymore, and they no longer provided the same entertainment they had when he was younger. Not even his piano could completely erase the ache he felt.

As he was nearing the age of ten, the excitement of getting everything he wanted had worn off, and it showed him how truly alone he was. That was true, until he met two other children. At first Victor was afraid to let them get close to him like the other children had years before; he felt for sure that they only started to like him for the money he had, but soon his worries disappeared, the loneliness was gone, and he felt happier than he had ever been before. He felt no need to buy them any expensive gifts, and for the most part, they didn't ask, which made him more confident that they were real friends.

One day, while they were just fooling around in town, they stumbled upon a battle between two trainers. The battle was intense, both trainers were down to their last Pokémon, and the battle ended in a knock-out for both trainers. That day, Victor decided that he was going to start a Pokémon journey, and he was going to hint at his friends to join him, which he hoped whole-heartedly they would. Later that day, he called his father and told him of his plan. There was a large talk between him and his parents, but he won by only a breath, but he had to agree to some of their conditions. One of which was that if he became too noticed and began to appear in newspapers or on the news that he would have to come home; a precaution for the threat of a kidnapping, his mother's biggest fear. A week before he turned ten, his father had contacted Professor Oak and learned that there was an upcoming date where the Professor would be handing out Pokémon to those who wanted to start a journey, but it was first come first serve. That date was set a week or so after Victor turned ten, and the day couldn't come soon enough in his opinion.


Starters: 1st: Charmander, 2nd: Squirtle, 3rd: Bulbasaur.

 

[M@XWeru]

Hello! My name is OAK.

The sun slowly rose over Pallet town. It was a clear, beautiful morning, the likes of which permeate several fairly tales and Teletubbies episodes, and the dew lay thick across the Oddish. The town Dodrio had yet to crow as the first pale rays of light poked in through the blinds, a pattern of bright stripes that slowly made their way across the colourless blanket. Slowly but steadily, they crept closer and closer, headed for the grey-haired head that stuck out from beneath the far end. The professor, on his end, looked like he was disturbed enough without the ultraviolet intruders - he tossed and turned, a deeper-than-usual frown on his face. "They call me the POKéMON PROF", he mumbled into his pillow. If the growing, dark spot next to his face was any indication, he hadn't bothered to swallow first. In his dream he stood alone against a white background, compelled by an unknown force to speak to empty air. This didn't bother him in the least, however. No, such things were completely mundane, considering the circumstances. "This world is inhabited by creatures called POKéMON!", he droned on, curious of why he was yelling out some of the words. Even this mystery, however, was nothing compared to the eerie feeling of being watched, his complete inability to move (even his lips, despite talking), and a sense of having slimmed down something fierce. The professor tossed again. "For some people, POKéMON are pets. Others use them foAAAHHH!".

"Hello. I'm professor Oak".

Samuel Oak tumbled from his bed at the Dodrio's cry, giving quite a roar of his own as he struck the floor head-first. Groaning, the pokémon professor reached out with a trembling hand to grab the edge of his bed and pull himself to his feet. Looking about as healthy as your average zombie, he wiped the drool from his mouth and glanced at the clock. He rose to his full height and did some express morning callisthenics, his old bones cracking - it took several seconds before he realized what the clock actually read. With an informative yell of "****!", he was gone like a blur of grey and pasty white, slipping into the bathroom with the thought that he never should have done that pokémon show live last night - why hadn't he just made a recording earlier?

"Some people call me the 'pokémon professor'... which is pretty accurate, since I am a pokémon professor. Still, it's flattering when they emphasize 'the'".

To the amused cries of over a dozen pokémon, the gray-haired old scientist navigated the treacherous paths around rows of cages in one of the back rooms of his laboratory. He had a sack of pokémon food, a pink toothbrush sticking from out of the corner of his mouth, and the hairdo of Zapdos. Working the toothbrush with his left hand, he tried his best to pour chowder from the sack pinned beneath his right arm, simultaneously fighting to keep his pants from falling down around his knees. Luckily for the pokémon, his sense of oral hygiene - and the act of aiming the chowder bag while staring at his wristwatch - kept him from wording much of his frustration as he hopped along. Finally completing the pokémon breakfast lap, he dropped the empty bag on the floor, spat the toothbrush straight into the mouth of a particularly mirthful ponyta, and dashed out of the room. Past some machines, through a corridor, out into the main research lab and back up the stairs he went, since he'd left his belt in his room.

"I also happen to be in charge of handing out starting pokémon to beginning trainers. Today is a very special day for a small group of children - the day they begin their pokémon journey! That is, if only I can find my &$#£%@ belt.

Back at the stairs, the beige pants now secure around the base of his beginning pot belly, professor Oak was finally beginning to feel like he had some sort of control over the situation. Sure, he'd had to skip breakfast to compensate for his oversleeping, but there was no way he was going that he, the great pokémon professor, had fallen prey to such mundane a need as sleep. "Hey, gramps", came a familiar voice from downstairs, "what's all the racket?". The voice, of course, belonged to the professor's grandson, Gary Oak. The impertinent youngster stood at the base of the stairs, dressed in his usual purple sweater and jeans, arms crossed as he watched his grandfather make his way down. Oak the senior smiled, "oh, good morning, Gary. Sorry if I woke you, I... No, wait", he said as he pushed his grandson aside. "I'm not sorry at all. All the other trainers should be getting up about now, so you might as well be up, uh, as well", he continued, smirking superciliously as he wagged a finger at Gary, who in turn gave a huff and shrugged. "Well, you're the expert, but - are you sure they'd be getting up only five minutes from opening time?". The esteemed pokémon expert's expression turned slightly distressed.

"As I said, this is a very special day for several neighbourhood youngsters. Their very own Pokémon legend is about to unfold. A world of dreams and adventures with Pokémon awaits them. Let's go!"

At the exact given time, just as the Duduo clock gave its final chirp to mark the hour, a perfectly groomed and positively sparkling professor Oak that turned the key and opened the doors to his laboratory. The sun was shining and the grass was green, the watered glittered harmoniously and the bright red of the laboratory roof stung the eyes of everyone within sight. "It looks like a perfect day to start a journey", said professor Oak, more to himself than anything, "and the lab looks like the perfect place to journey away from". Lightly touching his forehead, the professor frowned, "no, that came out wrong. Damnit. Sigh... Oh, well. Gary! Come here - I've got a good starter prepared for you".