Pokémon: Apollo

[GrifSpark]

Pokémon: Apollo
[Created by GrifSpark]​

Prologue –
The subtle breeze of wind, which would have been welcomed by many, hit Cliff like a freight train. His eyes snapped open, and a sense of alarm filled his mind. It was a familiar feeling, but it still unnerved him every time it happened. The wind continued to blow across his face, making a faint whistling sound as it flew through the trees.

"I still can't believe the boss has got us doin' a searchin' job this simple. Can't they get some grunt to do it?" grumbled a masculine voice, an obvious sense of boredom in
Cliff froze, keeping his whole body still. The voice seemed to have come from behind, and he had learnt that in times of confusion, it would be best not to be noticed.

"Keep those thoughts to yourself any other time. There are far too many others who would scrape at anything find any reason for you to be stripped of your position for them to take it instead."Replied a much more feminine voice, which was clearly trying to keep the other in line.

It took a few seconds for the daze to wear off, and many of the effects still remained, but Cliff managed to push himself up from the grassy undergrowth, and he stepped slowly, one foot at a time, towards the source of the sound. He pushed down a layer of bushes and ferns, giving him a clear view of the voices, without revealing too much of himself. Two people stood in a clearing in the wood, and his speculations were revealed.

The first was a tank of a man, standing somewhere over 6 foot, and was as thick as a tree. His hair was cut bald, and there was a stern and angry expression on his face. The second was indeed a woman, who was dwarfed by the other. Her hair was a striking red, and was cut to her shoulders. A cold expression was present with her too, although it was more subtle that the man's. However, one thing seemed to unify the two. Both wore seemingly thick black jackets, each adorned with a large red 'R' on the chest. Curious, Cliff leant in closer, still wondering quite what was happening.

Crack​

Cliff cursed under his breath as a branch under foot cracked from his weight. The two people spun to the sound, and glared at Cliff violently.

The man chuckled. "We got one that ain't out cold I guess. This should make things a little more interesting."

It was easy to tell that making things 'interesting' wouldn't be of any help to Cliff. The man placed his hand to his pocket, and began to pull out an object. Cliff's first thoughts were that he was going to retrieve a gun, and that the only thing here to do was run like hell. But the man didn't, instead he pulled out a small sphere, about the size of Cliff's wrist. One half of it was a scarlet red, and the other was a crystalline white, with a small button on the centre. Was it some kind of grenade? The man threw it like one, and it exploded in a flurry of golden light.

"Machamp, you up for some fun?" the man joked, although Cliff was oblivious to what he meant.

As the light faded, if slowly formed into a shape. It was tall, much taller than any human, but was of roughly the same build. The light shattered, revealing a behemoth of a creature. Its body was a pale grey, with its four ridiculously long arms flailing in the air.

Cliff turned and ran. He didn't know what that was, but it was easy to tell that whatever it was, it wasn't friendly. "Oh crap, this has to be a dream." He moaned to himself, as he leapt across a fallen log. He heard the gentle thud of footsteps behind him, but didn't turn to see what it was. He knew it was that monster-thing, but this was his only choice. Cliff pushed away a few thin branches while still running, only to hear them snap a few seconds later. What was he supposed to do? Fight it?

"MACH!"

Cliff was slammed to the ground with the force of a freight train, and was instantly winded. He felt a padded hand grab his shoulder, and then flip him over. Much to his fears, it was the creature, who snarled violently. Cliff was flung over the creature's non-existent shoulder, and taken right back to where he began. The sense of helplessness was killing him, but there was nothing he could do.

"Mach~amp..." the creature grumbled as it threw Cliff back onto the floor on his back, and the area was familiar once more.

A light clapping was heard from behind, but sounded too hard to be from the woman. "Congratulations, your hunk of meat caught something." The woman said sarcastically, but here next words were followed by the rhythmic tapping of needles against the forest floor."Parasect, Spore..."

A second later, a cloud of thick green mist wafted over Cliff, and his fears and worries were dampened. A faint sense of peacefulness filled him, and it was moments before he completely lost consciousness.

Story –
This RPG does not begin in the Pokémon world like many others, but instead begins on Earth, the world we live in. To those living there, they know well enough about the wars and disasters that have happened in the recent years. March 2003 brought the war of Iraq, while January 2010 saw the crippling earthquake in Haiti. But despite this, many simply move on, unaffected by the horrifying remains of the rest of the world.

Each and every day something new happens, which often overrules the previous disaster.
You live in this world, and your life is going normal for you, without anything interesting happening. One night, you begin to hear voices, and the sound of movement from nearby.

"... should ... over there. You know ...... what ... hurry."

Confused, and a little worried, you leave the room to investigate. The rest of the house/apartment is dark, which is expected at this time at night. After deducting which room the sound came from, you enter, although you see no-one, and the sound has stopped.

Treating it as you just hearing things, you prepare to head back to sleep, but before you turn the world begins to twist and turn, a sharp ringing screeches throughout the building, causing you to feel nauseous. You eventually topple to the floor, and the world disappears beneath your feet.

Slightly gaining consciousness, you try to look around, but your vision is blurred and distorted. You hear a few voices from afar, but you realise that the sound is moving towards you. You try to gather enough energy to move, and maybe find help, but your body stays limp and lifeless, unable to move. You struggle to stay awake, but it is only a few moments before you give in, and the world once again fades black.

The Plot –
This RPG revolves around one of the people who have experienced this. You awake, and soon found that you have been captured by the nefarious Team Rocket, supposedly as one of their schemes to increase their numbers. Throughout this RPG, there are many outcomes. You can choose to escape the clutches of Team Rocket, and try to fight them, try your best to lose their trace, or even work with them, but your ultimate goal is the one thing on everyone's mind, getting home.

But many adventures will come between, and only you can discover the true reason for your kidnapping, and change the fate of the Hoenn region itself.

Rules –
> No Bunnying of other peoples characters, (Unless you have their permission, of course.)

> On that note, no Godmodding either...

> Stay active! Seriously, an inactive RPG is a dead RPG. If you send me a PM, VM or let me know in the OOC thread (Not present yet) is you need to be gone for a while and be unable to post, and we'll work out what to do.

> When writing a post, and training your Pokémon, the interestingness of the post will determine how well it levels up.

> Catching Pokémon works in a fairly similarly manner. When trying to catch a Pokémon, leave it at throwing the Pokéball. The quality of the post will determine whether you catch it or not, and it will also remotely determine what level it is caught at too.

> Shiny Pokémon will not be catchable in this RPG, and nor will Legendaries.

>When in a specific area, I will note which Pokémon can be caught in the area, and their 'rarity'. Rarer Pokémon are more difficult to catch, and thus requires a more impressive post in order to catch them.

SU template –
Name: First name, last name are required. Middle names and Nicknames are optional.
Gender: Male or female.
Age: Between fourteen and thirty. Team Rocket may have been thwarted by a ten year old, but they wouldn't get a kid to do their job.

Appearance: What does s/he look like? A paragraph is the minimum, but I would much prefer more.

Personality: Are they cheerful? Constantly angry? And whatnot. Please keep it a similar length as the above, a paragraph minimum, although I hope for more.

History: This is the longest section. Remember, you didn't start out life in the Pokémon world, so your early life will be ordinary... probably...

RP sample: Just a taste of your Role-playing skills. Should be a good couple of paragraph, and whether it is from another RP you've been in or one you've made based on this RPG is up to you, I really don't mind.

Starters –
Here are a variety of starters to choose from. You may pick any of the below unless they have already been taken by an accepted player.

#1 – Dark/Fire Taken by Yuukihime

Species: Houndour
Level: 5
Gender: Female
Ability: FlashFire

Personality: This Houndour is just as territorial and ferocious as any other of its species. She finds it difficult to warm up to anyone, human, Pokémon, anything. Although the one main things that keeps these feelings alive is the fact that this Dark/Fire-type doesn't want to. Fortunately, while she doesn't enjoy working with others, she will do so none the less, using her natural team-work skills to take out any target.
Moveset: Leer, Ember, Howl

#2 – Water/Psychic Taken by Strikit

Species: Slowpoke
Level: 5
Gender: Male
Ability: OwnTempo

Personality: Slowpoke, possibly the signature slackers Pokémon. Possibly only beaten in laziness by Slaking, this Water/Psychic type holds many of the same traits. Often, he can't even be bothered to fight, and would probably suit a more relaxed trainer. Luckily, where he lacks the energy to perform many moves, his limited Psychic abilities can be used as an effective defence mechanism in combat.
Moveset: Curse, Yawn, Tackle, Growl

#3 – Grass Reserved by moi

Species: Shroomish
Level: 5
Gender: Male
Ability: EffectSpore

Personality: Shroomish is quite easily the most cheerful of the three starter Pokémon. He is full of energy, and is highly curious, which often leads him to run off, following some sort of trail. This quite clearly leads to troubles, especially if you don't keep a close eye on him. Prepare for this Shroomish to get you into trouble, since he will...

Moveset: Absorb, Tackle

#4 – Electric Taken by Ichiro

Species: Elekid
Level: 5
Gender: Male
Ability: Static

Personality: This Elekid's main issue is its sheer pride. He'll refuse to fight anything that looks too weak to be a decent fight, and even then it would be difficult to get him to listen to your orders. He has the potential to be a powerful fighter, but due to its inability to sense authority in nearly all trainers, it should be a challenge.

Moveset: QuickAttack, Leer

#5 - Steel/Flying Taken by Stingray

Species: Skarmory
Level: 5
Gender: Male
Ability: Keen Eye

Personality: Spectre is very protective of its friends and will often disregard the rules of dueling to fly in to protect others from harm, even if it means putting itself in harm's way. Spectre will not fight without having a good reason to (a silly little badge is not a good reason to Spectre). Also Spectre often gives opponents the choice to surrender when Spectre is confident in his victory… which often allows the opposing pokemon to get in one last good hit it normally wouldn't have had a chance to get in. He will not give this surrender option to pokemon/people that has threatened its friends.

Moveset: Leer, Peck

Extra Notes -
Well, there isn't much to say here, although an OOC thread will be arriving soon enough. Despite the fact that there are 5 starters, only four other RP'rs will be accepted. I shall be taking whichever starter is left. I really don't mind which one...

 

[Stingray]

Sounds interesting... can I reserve #5 starter for now? Also sending a PM your way Grif.

 

[Yuukihime]

Reserving starter 1, please.

 

[GrifSpark]

Ah, I love you guys! So-

Stingray is reserved - Wildcard
Yuukihime is reserved - Houndour

Well, reserved at least, which means one of the Pokemon left will inevitably lead to my demise (I say demise, but my refusal to have two Pokemon of the same type means I won't be able to catch the Pokemon I want.)

Anywho, thanks for reserving up here, and I have one other RP'r who sent me a VM about joining, so I guess that means that 3 places are reserved... Tadaah!

 

[Stingray]

Here you go... if you need me to modify my History or something I don't mind. Just might need a litte bit of time to think up something better.

Spoiler:

Name: Captain Brad Zalman

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Appearance:
Brad is 5 foot 11 inches tall, has buzzed blond hair, and medium blue eyes. His chin is rather blunt, and his cheekbones point a little. Most of his skin is darkened from tanning, but if he takes off his shirt its clear it was from being outside in the sun working or doing something, and not trying to tan himself (aka he has a farmers tan). He is fit, and almost has a six pack showing, but needs to tone up a little more. While being a little muscular he looks rather skinny, and doesn't look as tough or as strong as he really is.

When he was brought to the Pokémon world he was wearing the standard issue green Flight Suit that he happened to pass out in. On the left chest is his name and pilot wings patch, on the right chest is the patch for the Air Force Special Operations Command. On the right sleeve is the 8th Special Operations Squadron patch, and the left sleeve has the American flag. Brad wears the standard issue off green ABU boots, and ABU undershirt with the flight suit.

Personality:
Captain Zalman is awesome and he knows it (AKA he does have a bit of an ego like most pilots). Unlike many pilots he has the utmost respect for the enlisted due to working with them so closely over the last couple of years, and doesn't allow his ego to get in the way of showing enlisted and non-pilots respect. He does like to brag he is a pilot, and if you're around him long enough he will make sure you know. He has learned to keep the ego in check when it's time to be serious, and when there is a mission to focus on.
When in a serious situation he is dead serious and focused. He will take command (if he is the highest rank) and will stay focused on the mission. His problem is he often gets too focused on that one mission and fails to observe things around him. Thankfully he covers this weakness by being willing to listen to others… most of the time.

Captain Zalman doesn't get along with Fighter pilots well since he thinks piloting the Osprey for the SOC is the best piloting job in the Air Force and will argue it to his death. He has gotten in shouting matches with a couple of fighter pilots over who has the better job, but he never got into a fist fight over it. This does mean that his fellow SOC buddies intentionally keep him away from fighter pilots.

After returning from his last deployment he discovered his girlfriend he had been dating for a little over a year had left him for some other guy. It has bruised his ego a little, and he hasn't quite gotten over the break up yet so he currently has no interest in relationships.

History:
Captain Zalman's life growing up was nothing too special or eventful. He had decided he wanted to go into Air Force when he was in high school, but instead of enlisting he was encouraged by his family and teachers to go to college to get his degree first because he was a good student. He went to college like everyone suggested, but he joined the Air Force ROTC program as a freshman, and was a little too hard core. In fact almost all his friends were other ROTC cadets and most of the time it seemed like ROTC was his life. Even his ROTC friends thought he was a bit too hard core into ROTC most of the time.

When he failed to get an officer slot in one the Air Force's Spec Ops units, he went for pilot and picked up a pilot slot with the intention of flying for the SOC. He did well in pilot school and ranked high enough (he was not the top) to get an Osprey slot. He loves flying the Osprey with the 8th Special Operations Squadron for the 5 years of his career and wants to continue flying it, but knows some day he will be taken out of the cockpit and put into a command position behind a desk. This is something he tries to ignore even though he knows it is coming. However this early retirement from the pilot seat came a lot sooner than he planned when he was "warped" to some strange world.

Randomness:
Brad has two pet ferrets named Rascal, and Renegade. Some of his friends take care of it when he is on deployment. He will want a Furret bad if he encounters one.


Starter: Skarmory (Spectre named after the AC-130H)

Level: 5

Gender: Male

Ability: Keen Eye

Personality: Spectre is very protective of its friends and will often disregard the rules of dueling to fly in to protect others from harm, even if it means putting itself in harm's way. Spectre will not fight without having a good reason to (a silly little badge is not a good reason to Spectre). Also Spectre often gives opponents the choice to surrender when Spectre is confident in his victory… which often allows the opposing pokemon to get in one last good hit it normally wouldn't have had a chance to get in. He will not give this surrender option to pokemon/people that has threatened its friends.



RP Sample:
Images flashed through Javok's head and sounds rung in his ears, but they all landed on one image and one voice. There he was standing in the middle of a dark room. He could feel a warm wetness just above where the top of his boots would be. Looking down the liquid was blood then the smell of death filled his nose as the room lit up more revealing the bodies of every man, woman, and child he had killed. "This is us…" said a voice that came from all directions, the voice was his own. "We are the best at what we do and what we do is kill now I think it's time to do it again… it's time to teach this brat a lesson," said the voice in a sadistic manner. Javok then realized he was still holding on to Devin in his dream. Devin's plan completely failed as Javok held on tight and his Abra ended up teleporting both Devin and Javok into the middle of the forest in some random location. Javok was looking at the ground at the ground as the confusion ray worked its magic on him. All of a sudden Devin heard him mutter in a soft creepy voice he couldn't make out most of it until the end.

"It's time to teach this brat a lesson," muttered Javok as he looked up at Devin. His face was not serious or cold… it was terrifying. He had a sadistic grin on his face and his eyes said murder on them. Devin could hear Javok's blade coming out of its sheath. There was no running for Devin, Javok held on to him with an iron grip that was so hard it shot pain through Devin's body.

"It's for the benefit of all," said the voice as the room lit up more. "He is a worthless coward who will end up killing everyone around him… kill him now and you will save their lives," added the voice as the room changed and the bodies turned into the members of the party and some of their Pokemon. Devin just stood there in holding one of his Pokeballs like it was his baby. Javok's confused dream state gave Devin a voice that said, "As long as I'm alive and I have my pokemon its ok." Just then Javok spotted Skyna's body twisted and tore. Her lifeless eyes were filled with pain. Devin looked over at her also and said, "As long as I have my pokemon its ok." Hate and anger boiled up in Javok's eyes as he raised his blade to cut down Devin.

Right as the blade was about to cut into Devin's neck it stopped. Devin could feel the cold metal blade slightly touching his neck, had the blade gone any further it would have drawn blood. The murderous eyes and sadistic smile faded, and at the same time his grip on Devin's shoulder loosened. Javok's right arm fell to his side. He then dropped the Katana on the ground as his eyes went from murder to horror. The confusion ray's effects had worn off. They had combined his reoccurring nightmare, his inner demon and fear of that demon, and his views on Devin and the belief he would end up hurting the group into one grand illusion/flashback. Javok's head dropped and he was breathing heavily as he regained control of his mind. This time the nightmare was real… too real he was even moving his physical body inside and outside the dream. Shaking his head he still couldn't shake the image of Skyna's dead body out of his head.
It took a second for Javok to lift his head and look around. His eyes showed off a mix of horror, sadness, and remorse as he looked around. "Where the **** are we?" asked Javok he then looked at Devin and said, "Ok kid stop trying to run before you get us in anymore trouble. I'm not going to try in take your **** Pokemon anymore. Right now we have bigger problems. " Javok focused his mind the best he could and tried to listen for Skyna's telepathic voice, but either she wasn't trying to reach him or they were too far away. He then glanced at the confused Abra. 'Too far from Skyna for her to reach me… and he confused his own Pokemon so I doubt it knows how to get us back or where he put us,' thought Javok.

Meanwhile Skyna was screaming telepathically for Javok. She knew how to just link her abilities to his mind since Javok's mind was so familiar to her. Unable to reach his mind, she turned around and ran back toward the path with a look of fear in her eyes. When she found Javok's stuff with Raghar sitting there patiently guarding it, Skyna tried to reach Javok again. Once again he was too far away. She had sensed their emotions fade in what had to be a teleportation from the Abra again, but something about the teleportation's power seemed off. Realizing Javok was gone and the fear she might not see him again overwhelmed her, Skyna broke down and started crying as she desperately tried to contact Javok, but was unable to.

 

[GrifSpark]

Admittedly, you didn't need to put in an SU sample, since I know how you role (Play). Anywho, I like the character (It makes me wonder how my character would react to him. He's not in the armed forces, but it's just as important). Could I say anything other than accepted?

Skarmory was a good choice of starter, and suits your character. The moves it can learn at Lv.5 are Leer and Peck, which can be seen on the first post. Once the OOC thread is made, the first post will contain all of each character Pokemon, a little like a trainer card.

EDIT: Everytime I see the fact your character is a fight pilot I can't help thinking of the fourth series of the 'BlackAdder' TV show. (Lord Flashheart!)

 

[Stingray]

The CV-22 Osprey is not a Fighter silly, its a VTOL transport :p ...

 

[GrifSpark]

Still, it's a flying thingy... It does fly doesn't it? It looks like it would fall out of the sky.​

 

[Swolligator]

Finished

Spoiler:

SU –
Name: Dante James Marrow 魅上(みかみ)黒(ヘイ) Hei Mikami
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Appearance: 5 foot 10 inches in height and weighing as little as 62 kilograms, Hei is fairly average yet like a façade, there is more to him below the surface. With small yet defined muscles, Hei deals in speed and agility to deliver heavy blows rather than huge muscle. He has little fat lining his body. His hair, like his skin, is quite stereotypical, yet these are the only features that do. His face is quite angled and his fingers 'thin', good for working with small things, electronics, finding small finger holds and hitting pressure points. His eyes are a natural green like cats eyes and his teeth white from good oral hygiene. He comes from both Chinese and Japanese heritage, yet can only speak Japanese and English having being brought up in Japan.

On being warped to the Pokémon World, Hei previously had been training in one of the many Martial Arts styles he knows, Togakure-ryu Ninjutsu. At that point in time he was wearing traditional ninjutsu training gear; black robes that cover the body tightly, tenugui wrapped around his face, only showing his eyes, a pair of gloves and traditional ninja shoes.

As an extra bit of information, he has a tattoo above his left eye; 忍 as a reminder of what he is. He is also competent in other styles of Martial Arts such as Go-Jyu-Ryu, Kyokushin, Shotokan and other various styles of Karate.

Personality: Hei takes no sh*t, if he was to be pushed around or someone was to try and bully him, he would not hesitate to turn around and hit them back, nine times out of ten aiming for a pressure point and taking them down in one move. He cares not what others say, do or think as the only thing that really matters are what he thinks. Cool, calm and collected, he only speaks when needed and when it is necessary, staying quiet for much of the time. He reserves respect for those he deems respectable, but otherwise views others as below him.

Like his Elekid, he has a problem with authority, disliking those that try to have too much authority over him. Again, he refuses to fight anything that looks weaker unless it tries to fight him and then he will promptly take it down as quickly and painlessly as he can, not always as painlessly as he can.

Hei is protective of those he becomes close with and will protect most with his life. He despises much of humanity for their idiocracy and laziness and disassociates himself with the human race. He has no interest in relationships at the moment, seeing them as only getting in the way of his life. He prefers not to argue and resolves most arguments by walking away or taking down his opponent, it all depends on the mood he is in.

On the topic of mood, he shows very little. He hides much of his moods behind a facial façade of apathy and takes tasks at normal speed, albeit carefully He does become happy, sad, and angry and all the rest, however he has learnt to suppress these emotions as they do get in the way most of the time.

History:

Hei was born in one of the many districts of Hiroshima that rested on the banks of the river delta. He had been told that from the moment of his birth, he had not whimpered, not even shed a single tear, but gazed at the doctors and people around him. In the first four years of his life, not really much happened to him, family were loving and caring and there was nothing that really bothered him.

At five, like much of his family, he begun training in Togakure-ryu Ninjutsu under tutelage of his grandfather and quickly found an apt for learning the many forms, strikes and blocks while still being behind his older brother. Hei's mother was from China and had a strong Chinese ancestry whereas his father came from an old Japanese family, but his older brother was given more attention than him, since he was the oldest and would succeed their father. He attended school at this age, soaking in anything taught to him like with his Ninjutsu, yet his quite nature and unwillingness to talk set him apart from many students, being described as "strange", "weird", etc. He had no friends during this period and survive much of the time on his own.

When it came to middle school, he still had no friends and refused to make friends with many of his classmates. He was a very intelligent child, he could ace many tests, but the only thing that held him back was his lack of communication. He continued training under his grandfather who remarked that he was most likely to surpass his brother in another year or two; only five years separated them.

When he got to junior high school, this began to change. Here Hei began to meet his intellectual equals, and for a while opened up, speaking more than he had previously. Halfway through Junior High he was encouraged by some friends to expand his martial arts training and began to take up two other styles; Go-Jyu-Ryu and Wushu. Here he began reading Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" and started entering tournaments without his grandfather's knowledge. Within a year he became a formidable opponent, yet his tournament career was short lived when his grandfather refused to teach him until he stopped doing tournaments.

By the time he entered High School, Hei was back training with his grandfather and was already a year or two ahead of his brother; warranting much envy from his older brother. In the second year he lost his mother and father when they disappeared in a fire during one of Hei's training sessions, and so his brother ignored him, to carry on their father's work, leaving Hei comfortably in the care of his grandfather.

At the age of eighteen, he left high school, and graduated into Hiroshima University where he studied Japanese Law,and continues to study his four year degree. During these three years he picked up Shotokan-Ryu and Kyokushin-Ryu styles while dropping Go-Jyu-Ryu and Wushu, being a black belt in both and practicing them often.

At the moment of being warped, he was training in his grandfathers Dojo, where he works part-time in taking classes outside of university study and training.


RP sample: Dude, you don't need this from me do you?

#4 – Electric

Species: Elekid
Level: 5
Gender: Male
Ability: Static

Personality: This Elekid's main issue is its sheer pride. He'll refuse to fight anything that looks too weak to be a decent fight, and even then it would be difficult to get him to listen to your orders. He has the potential to be a powerful fighter, but due to its inability to sense authority in nearly all trainers, it should be a challenge.

Moveset: QuickAttack, Leer

 

[Strikit]

Reserving Slowpoke. My SU will probably be up in the next two or so hours.

 

[Yuukihime]

Spoiler:

Name: Julliete Bartlow

Nickname: Juli is just fine.

Age: 24

Gender: Female of course.

Appearance: Julliette has a petite body frame. Only standing at 4"7 and at 90 pounds. She doesn't look threatening in the least bit but it's always the ones that don't look threatening that ARE the most threatening, isn't it? Anyway, she has long, black hair and fairly pale skin where in some places you could vividly see the veins and vanishing scars from past traumas. Her eyes are a light cerulean blue, although she is partially blind in one eye.

Clothing wise she sports a simple blue t-shirt and some blue jeans accompanied with two worn out pair of sneakers that have nearly fallen apart (not that she minds). On her back the numbers " 4248-10" have been branded onto her skin. It's not merely a tattoo it's a branding. A forever reminder of where she comes from.

Accesory wise, she has a tattoo of a cross that has a green vine wrapped around it and the words, ""Nolite umquam oblivisci".

Personality: Juli's personality cannot honestly be put into words. She is seemingly cheerful but overall a mentally unstable person. Her very personality is warped and distorted. She doesn't know what it's like to feel one emotion at a time. If she's angry, many other emotions will accompany it such as: hate, vengeance, and a twisted sense of humor.

Normally quite cheerful and happy, she is many one would not think to be someone filled with spite and vengeance. She likes to laugh, likes to randomly hug people (which most often is a tackle) and she loves sweets and is a horrible caffeine addict. She says it's her drug and makes everything better.

But this is merely one part of her ever twisted personality, one might call her "mentally insane" by all means. Many times she can lose all contact with reality, and claim to see things that aren't truly there. She constantly hallucinates, sometimes even believing that there are bad entities out to get her, which has driven her to extreme paranoia from time to time and even in one instance she was found clawing at her throat and yelling, "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me!"

She has several odd delusional beliefs which come with her psychosis. One being the belief that she can see ghosts which are no more than hallucinations. Also she has started following the Pagan religion which many think is Satanic because she practices forms of witch craft, some being more dark than others.

She also has a violent side and has been known to physically attack people when someone makes her mad or verbally assaults her. She'll become almost a different person and someone could mistake her for being possessed by a demonic being.

Her humor is also extremely twisted. She does not find humor in light-hearted things but rather, things that are dark and disturbing. Such as a person who was horribly murdered, she would find humor in this. She is an extremely twisted being.

History: Juli was born in the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum in West Virginia in 1986. Her mother was considered mentally insane and pregnant at the time. So when admitted to the institution she was already 6 months pregnant, Juli's father no longer in the picture by then and Juli would never meet her father. He simply abandoned his family there.

When born the hospital staff took care of her until she was old enough to be admitted to the children's ward. The childrens ward wasn't much different from the adult's ward. It was filled with children who had mental disorders, children of patients, or simply children who weren't wanted. It wasn't so bad at first, but sadly in a place like this happiness is a fleeting pleasure in a place like this. By the age of 6 Juli had already been subjected too horrible amounts of abuse. Ranging from psychological to sexual. So much so, she became accustomed to the hierarchy. The older kids exerted control over the younger. Hell, she'd witnessed at least 2 murders in her time there and she was only 6!

By age of 7 she had become a part of hierarchy. She was forcing power up on 4 or 5 year olds and challenging older children for rights. In one case she participated in the brutal murder of a 13 year old boy.

It may be cruel, but this is all she knew. She witnessed so much that it was like something out of a Stephen King horror story. In one figh she got in to with another prisoner she had a shard of glass smashed into her eye thus putting her in the hospital ward along with all the extreme patients. It really wasn't until then that she first felt the true effects of psychosis. First it was seeing things out of the corner of her eye. She dismissed them as nothing more than a play on her vision but eventually she began seeing people who weren't there. Believing that they were ghosts and finally her psyche broke all together.

In 1994 the Asylum was shut down for malpractice and Juli was put into the system (her mother had died mid-lobotomy in 1990).

She was placed in a group home and could not function with the other girls. She even scared the tough as nails kids who would be each other up or mix bleach into each other's hair soap.She scared them all because at this point her psyche had broke and she had managed to stab one kid with merely a sharpened pencil. The kid survived but this told the other girls that Juli was not to be messed with.

At age 13 she was adopted by a nice couple who were wealthy. They were not told of her history however and when they found their adoptive daughter huddled against their bedroom curtain screaling, "Don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" and nearly clawing her own throat out they quickly sent her to therapy.

Therapy didn't do much, but it taught her how to deal with people not using violence which was something that was completely new to her. She didn't know the ways of the actual world. She didn't know anything other than the ugly ways, the rest, love, kidness, compassion. She knew none of it.

She began her homeschooling at age 16, with the way her past was she had to start from kindergarten reading. And teaching a 16 year old how to read and write was no easy task but she managed.

She got her JED at 22 and continued on with life. She got a job at the local restaurant and even managed to suppress the hallucinations that were so often brought on by the tiniest trigger but because of this she had distanced herself from the world. Many things the people said, often, did not register in her head.

She did what she was told, and that was all. She would never be truly happy because of the way she was. She just couldn't.

A few years later she began hearing voices. Dismissing them as another form of her disability but they slowly got louder and more realistic and before she knew it she had passed out into oblivion.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

It's not just a disease, it's a plague. Slowly dipping you into insanity until the very last ounce of humanity is drained from you and then you die a horrific death. No one knows where it comes from, and no one knows how to cure it. You are doomed to a horrible fate worse than death if you succumb to this disease. And sadly I am succumbing to this abomination. Even now, I can feel my humanity slipping away.....
-????? ( 1893)

This was found in a page of a lost diary that was recently discovered in an archeological dig. The meaning is unknown and it is believed that the man was dying of tuberculosis since that disease ran ramped in those days and the page was stained with blood. So it was stowed away never to be read again if only they had listened to the warning..

Don't worry little child I'll find a place for you to drown out the shrieks

Congratulations, you've finally come of age to get your first Pokémon, why don't you go see Professor Rowan to get it? Your sure to have an exciting adventure!

This is what the post card you receive in the mail says. You are finally old enough to get your first Pokémon and start your journey to become the best Trainer/Coordinator/Breeder ever. Excited, you begin to pack your things almost forgetting to tell your parents but as your packing you begin to feel weaker and weaker. Your breathing grows hoarse and faster and you collapse and are rushed to the local hospital.

When you awake the doctor is by your bedside with a solemn look on his face and a saddened look on your parents. Your mother is crying and your father is trying to keep back the tears. You look at them blankly.

"We are sorry but...you only have 6 months to live." The doctor says. You look at him in disbelief but he only hands you a book with the words "Mutuwar hauka Syndrome" on it.

"It's very rare..only one in every 7million will have it. Normally...but there has been a spike in cases recently...Many children your age are developing this Syndrome." The doctor says to you. The doctor leaves the room. Your parents are weeping the corner, especially your mother but they to eventually leave the room.

With everyone gone you open the book and begin to skim through the pages.

"Mutuwar hauka better known as Brain Rotting Syndrome.

First discovered in 1980 Mutuwar hauka is a brain disorder that causes the brain to work on overdrive until it literally begins to shut down. Survival rate is slim to none if any at all. The victims brain while on overdrive begins to secrete chemicals in higher amounts causing extreme chemical imbalances and eventually plunges the victim into a state of psychopathy until their brain shuts down and they die. Scientists have identified 3 stages of this disease

1st Stage - Patient exhibits no clinical signs of the disease, they may begin to feel weak and experience Anemia and breathing may hasten occasionally. The victim also begins to exhibit super human strength and speed because the disease is forcing adrenaline to be released in large amounts. This stage lasts 1 month.

2nd Stage - The patient begins to exhibit panic attacks, insomnia, and hallucinations although they still are able to keep their emotions in check. Frequent fainting spells and nightmares are possible. This stage lasts 3 months.

3rd Stage - The final stage is true torture. The victim has descended into full scale psychopathy and can grow violent. Extreme hallucinations occur along with complete loss of social skills. The victim looses all sense of right and wrong and can attack anyone or anything. Eventually the brain shuts down and the patient dies in a final hallucination.

No cure is known. Scientists are helpless to stop it because the disease is in the very inner recesses of the brain. Any surgery that has been tried has inevitably caused the death of the patient.

But all hope is not lost! Rumor has it that the Pokémon League has a special cure for the syndrome just in case. Rumor or not you've got to at least try!

The problem is, you must get to the Elite Four in under six months or else you're as good as dead. So in the dead of night you rip the hospital cords off your arms and escape out the window.

It truly is a race against time to be the best.

That isn't the end of your problems though, a new evil team is rising from the depths of Sinnoh, Team Necron. This team isn't after legendaries like Dialga or Palkia, they are a biological warfare team. They have no interest in capturing legendaries for their purposes. They are after the kids who have been diagnosed with Brain Rotting Syndrome and have been kidnapping them. No one knows where they disappear but rumor is they kill the them and harvest the disease while it still survives in the brain. They have no respect for the innocent lives they've destroyed, they only care about starting a biological war for their own purposes.

It's a race against time to stop Team Necron and become the champion. The consequences for you aren't like normal kids who want to walk the road of being a champion. You fail. You lose your life. Good luck, you'll need

it.

^_^

 

[Strikit]

Name: Kenneth Ericson

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Appearance: Kenneth obviously spends a lot of time outside. Though he isn't bronzed to a frightening hue, his skin is tanned from hours spent beneath the sun. His eyes are filled with good humor and are a gentle brown, not all that conspicuous in their color, more so in the way no negative occurrence seems to darken them. Neither is his face particularly striking. His features are plain, his lips thin, his eyes slightly too far apart. Dark brown hair falls messily into his eyes, as he lets it get away from him in length. However, he keeps it at bay with cloth sweatbands. Kenneth isn't buff. Though he is healthily muscled, he's still quite thin. His limbs are long and naturally void of body hair. That earned him some teasing in high school, though he never let it get to him.

Cargo pants and shorts are Kenneth's best friend, mainly because of all of the pockets. He owns several pairs in all sorts of colors. To keep them up around his skinny waist he wears belts of all sorts of colors like his pants. The many pockets on his pants usually have an array of items in them, anything from money, to food, to paperclips, even socks in one or two instances. Anything he thinks he might need, he tries to have on hand. One of the items he's always sure to have on hand is a rope leash/collar, in case he finds a stray that needs to be taken home and rehabilitated to find a permanent home.

Well fitting t shirts are the primary way in which he keeps his torso covered, followed by baggy button down shirts that match, never kept buttoned. He wears somewhat unattractive black and brown sneakers that are none the less highly functional.

Personality: Rarely is Kenneth seen without bright eyes and a bushy tail, so to speak. From the moment he gets up in the morning until he goes to bed at night he's bright and upbeat, bringing a positive touch to everything around him. There are of course things that can bring him down, but he tries quite hard not to let them. When something does upset him the first thing he does is go outside and work with the fair number of dogs he has adopted from less than satisfactory situations. That almost always puts things in perspective for him; with all the troubles they went through, if they can still face the day with their ears perked and their tails wagging, why can't he?

Needless to say, then, Kenneth is an animal lover. He takes in strays who need extra care, nurses them back to health, and finds suitable new homes for them. Every so often he finds one he just can't part with, which leads him to have three cats, four dogs, and a red tailed boa, all of which are very well cared for and loved. He aspires to own his own animal shelter upon retirement and spend most of his life as a veterinarian, though at the moment he is employed at the local video rental store. They're getting less and less business as things like Redboxes and Netflix expand, and there's a risk that they'll have to close down. As a result dark circles are present under his eyes far more often than usual, but it hasn't affected his upbeat personality.

Kenneth is a social butterfly. He can make friends with almost anyone he comes across, and will if given the chance. Very rarely does he so much as dislike anyone. Most people find him to be sweet, loyal, and the ideal confidant.

History: Kenneth is from San Angelo, Texas. Both born and raised there, he has the slightest southern drawl as a result, though it's only slightly noticeable. He lived in the heart of town with his parents and six dogs. His mother was allergic to cats, which was truly the only reason they didn't own any. From a young age he was taught to appreciate all creatures, both large and small, smart and dumb. The first life lesson he ever took on was that all things are beautiful in some way or another.

Just like any normal child, he attended preschool, where he made his first human friends. His social skills developed slowly, but when they did they exploded. He was teased a bit, since his teeth were crooked and he was a little awkward physically. Though his mother promised him he would grow out of it he never quite did. He simply learned how to move past it. The teasing bothered him less over the years until he came to the point where instead of be upset, he could even befriend the culprits without the slightest hint of a grudge.

When he was thirteen he fell in love for the first and only time, he believes. Her name was Denise, and she moved in next door to him to live with her aunt. She brought out the sweetest aspects of his personality, as if he weren't sweet enough. They were a match made in heaven, it seemed, and they stayed together even after she moved away at sixteen. Her mother wanted her to come home, and she simply couldn't argue. At first long distance worked well enough. But when they were nineteen Denise admitted to having someone on the side. Heartbroken, Kenneth simply couldn't forgive her. It was over.

This was the first true upset he'd ever had, and he didn't handle it well. He didn't leave his room for weeks except to go to the bathroom. Everyone began to worry about him. In his own time, however, he began to emerge more and more and he brightened considerably. Though he had just hit the first rock bottom of his life, he realized that there was so much life ahead of him and he couldn't throw it away for a girl, no matter how special she had been to him.

After that he threw himself full force into his studies, taking his basics at the local college. On the side he played many sports that require speed and dexterity. After about two years he moved out of his parents' house and into a small rental home nearer to the riverwalk, which happens to be his favorite place. Since then he has dedicated every spare penny to paying rent, bills, tuition, and pet food. Though that doesn't leave much for extraneous expenses he's quite happy with his life. At this point, he doesn't think things could get any better.

Pokemon:

Species: Slowpoke
Level: 5
Gender: Male
Ability: OwnTempo

Personality: Slowpoke, possibly the signature slackers Pokémon. Possibly only beaten in laziness by Slaking, this Water/Psychic type holds many of the same traits. Often, he can't even be bothered to fight, and would probably suit a more relaxed trainer. Luckily, where he lacks the energy to perform many moves, his limited Psychic abilities can be used as an effective defence mechanism in combat.
Moveset: Curse, Yawn, Tackle, Growl

RP sample: Sinnoh was alien soil to Korbin and his team. Having lived in Johto his entire life, and only traveling to Kanto since it was so close, there had never been any reason to come to Sinnoh before REPO contacted him. His first impression of the region was that it was infinitely more sunny than Johto. He wasn't sure he liked the change. The heat beat down on him ceaselessly, far worse than he was used to. It got so bad that he had to recall Helena, who usually walked alongside him, or perhaps clung to his shoulders when she got tired. The little Sneasel had simply not been able to handle the heat. All things considered, he was incredibly relieved when the trees of Eterna Forest came into view. He quickened his pace, long strides carrying him under the shade soon enough. The change in temperature was instantaneous. Breathing a sigh of relief, he released Helena onto the mossy ground next to him. She stretched her limbs, flexed her claws, then looked up at him with affectionate blue eyes. He laughed softly and motioned upward.

"Come on, beautiful."

Helena chirruped happily and leapt the nearly seven feet to her master's shoulder, where she perched easily. Now that everything was in order, Korbin began following the path marked on the map in his hand. Without it, he was sure he would have been lost; the path took so many twists and turns, forked off in so many places, that there was no clear way to understand which direction went where. Normally, Korbin had a good sense of direction. But this was a scenario where he could easily lose himself.

The Old Chateau became visible through the trees after several turns. He surveyed it with a raised eyebrow as he came closer, thinking that it did not look anywhere near as foreboding as the rumors and stories that preceded it. Helena, however, was not so at ease. Her ears flattened against her head and the feathers on her back perked up, the stance she took when something was seriously frightening her. "What is it, Hel?" Korbin asked in a soothing tone, stroking the fur between her eyes. She made no sound and relaxed somewhat, though she was obviously still tentative. "You know all the rumors about the Chateau are ridiculous. This exploration will mostly consist of dust and maybe a few Bugs."

As he came closer, Korbin could see a man who appeared to be in his thirties arguing with a somewhat younger woman. From this distance he could only make out some of the words, but from what he understood it appeared that the woman did not want anyone to enter the Chateau. With a scoff, Korbin approached the man, seeing as it was likely that he was affiliated with REPO, especially since he addressed he and the other recruits for assistance in this situation. Then the woman produced several Pokeballs from her pocket and threw them. Korbin jumped back as a jet of red light hit the ground ahead of him. A fraction of a second later, a Jumpluff materialized in that spot. Korbin smirked and exchanged a glance with Helena. "Do you want to take this one?" She shrugged, letting him know one of her teammates was welcome to get rid of the pest.

Korbin withdrew a Great Ball from his pocket and pressed the button in the center. His Vulpix landed on the ground in front of the Jumpluff, snarling viciously. "Get ready, Samrin. We're going to let them make the first move."

Jumpluff rattled its spores and sent puffs of cotton at Samrin. The Vulpix dodged the attack and looked back at Korbin for instruction. "Don't give it a chance to get ahead. Use Sunny Day."

Samrin opened his mouth and howled. As if in response, the sunlight intensified to the point where it was almost unbearable. While it became suddenly much more uncomfortable for Korbin and Helena, the temperature was perfect for Samrin combatively. "Good. Now, hit it with a Confuse Ray." His eyes glowed dangerously and affixed on Jumpluff, but it hopped out of the way and loosed a Solar Beam at him. Samrin moved a moment too late; the beam of photosynthetic light connected him in the chest. He was driven back several feet with a yelp. Landing on his feet, however, he was ready to reciprocate. He opened his mouth and spewed a jet of flame in an impressive Flamethrower. The blaze scorched the Jumpluff terribly, causing it to let out a squeal of pain as its spores caught aflame.

Sensitive to her Pokemon's pain, Gardenia recalled Jumpluff to save it from further assault. Korbin chuckled and knelt down. "Good job, Sammy. I have no idea how she expected that weed to stand a chance against you."

With that done he called Samrin back into his ball and entered the gate after the REPO man. With a thud, the gate shut behind himself and the other recruits. Korbin glanced behind him, but wasn't too concerned. Helena, on the other hand, shivered and chattered uneasily. She had a sense that they weren't going to be leaving in one piece.

 

[GrifSpark]

Woot, Strikit picked the only Pokemon I didn't want!

Anywho, now to go onto the actual SU's. *Takes a deep breath*

@Ichiro - I like the SU so far, although seeing your character's martial-artist-ness I would have expected you picking Shroomish, although through reading his personality, I doubt the Shroomsih would have a very long life expectancy... Can't really accept you until you've put down the History, but it looks good so far. Erm, what word should I put here? Postponed, maybe?

@Yuukihime - Like the SU too! (I'm a poet, and I didn't even know it). Don't really have much to say on that matter. But this time, she won't be imagining being followed... Accepted.

@Strikit - Accepted, accepted and accepted. Sounds like the only person with enough knowledge to care for a Pokemon effectively, even if he may not be used to being burnt/electrocuted, etc.

In the mean time, I'll- wow, that's all the spots taken (Minus me, and I'll have an SU up shortly, taking Shroomish). An OOC thread will be up shortly, one of my biggest RP pet-problems, so you can expect one of them. And hey, since all the spots are taken, I guess that means we can start?

Well, I plan on giving it a couple of days, or I could just ask everyone to let me know when they're ready. That one sounds better.

So if you're ready to start, just post your answer here I guess.

 

[Stingray]

I'm ready to start, but next week is thanksgiving an I'll be out of town for some of it so will most likely be unable to post then.

 

[Eliminator Jr.]

If either of the people taking the Elekid and Shroomish decide to pull out (not post an SU) may I take their spot? Luckily enough Breloom and Electivire are two of the Pokémon on my in-game team, so I'm incredibly happy with either of them.

EDIT: Wait, just read the other posts in the thread. Nevermind XD

 

[Swolligator]

Grif, finished SU and I'm ready to start whenever.

 

[Strikit]

I'm ready to start whenever you are. If we start this week I'll do my best to post, though it's going to be busybusybusy from here on.

 

[GrifSpark]

Ok everyone, couple of things to note, although they are not too important, even if they could be useful to know.

Number one, I'm about to post the OOC thread, so once it's up, and chat should be done there. Wait, why am I telling you guys that? I've RP'd with all of you guys before. Well, except Strikit, I think, but I know you've been in a RP before.
Number two, Ichiro, you're accepted. Not much else to say on that matter.
Number three, we'll start a little after I've posted my SU. Still thinking up a name for him, although that's not really a huge problem I guess.

 

[GrifSpark]

Geez, why did it take me this long to make my SU? It's not even finished yet!! Ah well, all I have to do is the history, and me posting what I have so-far shows that I haven't abandonned my own RPG. Anyway, sorry for the wait...

Name: Anthony "Grim" Grimshaw
Gender: Male
Age: 47 (Geez, breaking my own age limit...)

Appearance: Anthony, or Grim as he is more commonly known as he is more commonly known,stands at about 180cm (5feet, 10inches) and weighs roughly 78kg (170pounds). His hair is worn short, and is a dark, although slightly greying brown, which shows the fact he's quite a bit older than everyone else in the group. His eyes are a pale green, although other than they are rather uninteresting. Due to his previous job history, he does have a rather muscular frame,

Clothes-wise, he is often seen wearing a dark green/grey vertical-rib zip jumper, which covers a plain white, long sleeved shirt. He almost always has the sleeves of both pulled up to his elbows, although this is primarily over habit rather than to stop any decrease in mobility. Should he ever actually pull the sleeves down, it reveals that the elbows are actually padded with a thin layer of leather, although as explained above, that is rarely seen. The trousers are in a cargo style, although they lack the highly common camouflage print which many are seen with, being a dark grey/black instead. Finally, we talk about his shoes. They are a dark beige-coloured slip-on shoes. Lacking laces, he can slip them on and off without any trouble, which can be useful in an ambush situation.

Personality: During the majority of the time, Grim sticks hold to his nickname, and often acts in a gruff, no-nonsense matter, primarily in any dangerous situation. He maintains a cynical and sarcastic (If any) sense of humour about the current situation, dropping the occasional 'smart' comment about an absurd idea or plan. Being an ex-police officer, he naturally has a loyal uphold for the laws he strives to uphold, and will follow orders patiently, and effectively. Throughout his life, he has attempted to uphold what he thinks is 'right', no matter how corrupt his current state of mind. It may take a bit of... persuasion, to bring him back to a sensible frame of thought, although it shouldn't be too much trouble to calm him.

He can be seen as rather ruthless towards his enemies, although it tends to be more of an act than anything else, as he often tends to be a little overwhelmed in most situations. This tends to be when he starts making the occasional comment or joke, as a simple way to calm his nerves. In most situations, he would much prefer to act spontaneously rather than a complex plan, as often they have so many moving parts that something is bound to go wrong. Although, he usually has a thin idea for a plan just in case things get tricky.

History:

RP sample: RP master. I can bypass any this law.

Starter: Shroomish

 

[GrifSpark]

Wow, a triple post... Anyway, I'm tired of waiting for the OOC thread to pop up (I might check with a Moderator or something) so I thought we might as well start now. Good? Indeed... So, without further ado, we begin!

Pokémon Apollo
Chapter one – Revelations​

"Ok Anthony, blow out your candles!"

A four year old child sat comfortably on a dining room chair, staring intently at the relatively huge chocolate cake sitting in front of him. For most children of his age, the presents were the best part of any birthday, but for him, it was the cake. Surrounded by friends and family, Anthony took in a deep breath, and held it for a few seconds. Blowing heavily on the four candles which rested gently on his cake, he grinned at the cheering which swiftly followed. It was at this, that Anthony's mother gently carved an elegant slice from the chocolate fudge cake, and handed him a piece, wrapped in a square of tissue, to stop him from making a mess. He couldn't have been stopped if he were hit by a bus. Sticking as much of the cake as he could into his mouth, he swallowed it, forgetting to savour any kind of flavour.

~~~​

Every mutter from the voices outside caused Anthony Grimshaw's head to feel like it was being thrown through a food blender. Why did he have such a bad headache? In his opinion, something ordinary like a head ache was the worst kind of pain. As if to add insult to injury, the bed felt as if it were made of stone. Yawning violently, his rubbed his right eyes with his hands, as he stretched out his legs. Removing his hands, he flicked open his eyes. His vision had blurred almost completely, as if he wasn't fully aware of his situation.

"Ugh..." groaned Grim, as he pushed himself into an upright position.

The sleep had left him aching, and beaten. Looking up, the currently dim light managed to catch his attention. It let his eyes adjust to the situation, and leave him to get on with his day. Each day was exactly the same for him, but he really didn't care. If anything, that was the way he liked it. But this was far too extreme for him, spending every waking moment in a room which was clearly a prison cell. A tiny room, which wasn't much more than a few metres wide each way, was his new location. A small bed which was highly uncomfortable led against one side of the room, while a door was against the other.

Grim sighed heavily. "God dammit..." he muttered to himself, as he continued to observe the room. A small window behind him, which was covered in a layer of crossed wire, just assured his thoughts of this being a prison. The walls were equally as uninviting, and the faint smell of dry rot could be smelt even from his position. "Slept in worse." He grumbled, although he knew this would be the worst time to make jokes.

Pushing himself from the bed, he made a slight groan at the pain from his movement. Grim was given the faint feeling of a dream, even if it was too real to be so. The slight sense of relaxation, even if the situation could be completely inappropriate, but there was still the faint feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong. Walking up to the door, Grim peered through the 'window' which gave him some degree of view along the outside. The corridor was considerably more attractive than the cell which Grim resided, and was lined with further doors. Trying to line up his view from the window on his door to the window on another, and get a sight at who was in here was near impossible. For all he knew, each of these rooms were, empty, and he was going to be left to starve here.

Crouching down slightly, Grim examined the key hole. The door looked ordinary enough, and Grim had had enough experience with breaking down doors. Taking a step or two back, he took in a deep breath. Swinging his right foot forward, he slammed his heel just above the keyhole, which was accompanied by a heavy thud. Unfortunately, the door seemed to be much more re-enforced than it appeared, and refused to give way. Grim had been trying this every day for over a week, and it had never worked. His theory of it eventually giving way was growing thin. Just as Grim was about to try once more, the sound of heavy footsteps came crawling along the corridor.

"Hey, s-shut it!" yelled the voice, as a form appeared in the corridor. "Stop it or... I... I'll make you!" he added, stuttering with most words. His appearance combined with his withheld words meant Grim couldn't quite take the boy seriously.

But this was their turf, their rules. Even Grim couldn't quite understand this place which he had spent the last week or so in. Huge creatures freely roamed most of the planet, and these people, much like any ordinary civilian here, had learnt to control them. This was a whole different playing field from back home. But after spending a week here, you couldn't help but stay intrigued. The first few days were hell, and Grim couldn't bear to see how the new ones would take it. The gang's attempts to stealthily add the new members into the groups were a shambles. The heavy foot prints of... something, carrying the bodies into a fresh cell was enough to wake even the heaviest sleeper, and then nothing was stopping them from simply stating that they were knew, although made screamed it, hoping they would be sent home...

Yes, it had been a week since the last dispatch, and a more recent group had been brought in. "Poor kids..." grumbled Grim, in his usual self, as he headed back to his 'bed', and lied down.

Getting so worked up about it wouldn't help him at all, and it really wasn't any of his business anyway...

~~~​

Mission one – Devil's gateway​

Open to: Everybody of course!

Upon waking up, something just doesn't feel right. Maybe it's the lack of a gentle breeze which usually flies through your bedroom window, or maybe your bed just doesn't feel as comfortable as it used to be. Either way, you slowly begin to wake up, convinced this would just be an ordinary day.

You were wrong...

Only having a faint memory of what happened before hand, and probably a little overwhelmed at being kidnapped, and thrown into an unknown area, you check the room. It's fairly simple, having little more than an old, and clearly half-broken bed, a tiny window, which is barred, and a door at the other end of the cramped room. You may choose to check through the small 'window' on the door to examine your surroundings, although it is little more than a long corridor, with both sides littered with similar doors, each to another prison cell.

Shouting out leads to no answer, giving you the impression that the room is empty. Truth is, no-one really cares.

Reward: The truth...