PokeKhermia: The Flow of Mana [T] (OOC)

[Miss Doronjo]

PokeKhermia: The Flow of Mana [Rated: T] (OOC)

Alchemy is the art of manipulating life, and consciousness in matter, to help it evolve, or to solve problems of inner disharmonies.- Jean Dubuis​

Prologue

As the night time drew near in the Region of Khermia, the moon shone brightly, but it wasn't easy to look up and admire it. A professor along with his research aides hiked the slippery and high hills and slopes, and scaled the rocky and jagged mountains, searching for one purpose: the answer to their lifelong discoveries of Alchemy. Their studies shown that the Goddess Martel was inscriptured to a specific location, and in that location, they long to finally find the World Tree of Mana.

Soon the clear night sky got cloudy, and rain began to pour, followed up by lighting. If they weren't careful, the wind would cause rock avalanches, and ultimately tie into their own downfall. The rain wasn't letting up. The professor's aides began to get discouraged, trying to desperately persuade the professor to hold on the discovery for another day, however, the professor's stubbornness made him determined to press on, as the discovery of the Lost City of the Goddess Martel was so close to having their secrets finally revealed. And so, he pressed on alone.

As the professor continued on the hike, his sights upon the ancient inscriptues drew near. That when he saw it -- the thunder and lighting were closer and louder, as he soon saw what it seemed like a gigantic silver winged bird. There was then a gigantic cry from the bird, as it then released a powerful Aeroblast to the distance, almost making the professor lose his balance, as the rocks crumbled. He didn't know where the bird was aiming towards, but as soon as he knew it, the bird flapped its monstrous wings and flew off towards the distance. The professor was dazed, but soon he realized that the sky has cleared up, and the bird was no where in sight...​

The Region of Khermia

The region of Khermia was always a mysterious land, full of mysterious people, and mysterious things, as a sort of reminiscent of a medieval England society. The people of Khermia have been fascinated by many things, however, there was one thing that surrounded the curiosity of Khermia: Alchemy. According to the studies of Alchemy, all things in the universe were formed from only four elements: earth, air, water, and fire. However, more discoveries of elements were recently found, bringing a brand total of the natural elements to the world to 18, but, it has been said that thousands more have yet to be discovered. Recently, studies of Alchemy have shown that all life are sustained by a specific energy called mana.

Mana is the power born from the Great Tree Yggdrasill and supports Kermia. Mana provides the basis of both magic and Spirits, and it is used as a power source in Alcehmic affairs. More studies of Alchemy have shown that while it is impossible for people to use the elements of Alchemy on their own right, there were discoveries of peculiar creatures that can use Alchemy and other mana properties. These creatures are now known as Pokemon.

While the origins of these Pokemon were relatively unknown in Khermia, these pokemon seemed to perform magic that were said to be created by Alchemy, and Mana, as each of them represented an element of their own right, which was then categorized into 18 different typings: Fire, Water, Wind(aka Flying), Ground, Rock, Grass, Colorless(aka Normal), Steel, Bug, Dragon, Psychic, Ghost, Ice, Darkness, Electric, Poison, and Fighting. the Pokemon are actually quite friendly towards people - under great care, of course. As such, the people soon gave these monsters a new name: pokemon. Like in Modern times, the Pokemon were owned by people, to perform a number of tasks such as hunting, scavenging, fishing, cleaning, and most of all, pokemon battling.

Pokemon battling became a popular sport in Khermia, as this was an easy way for people to properly connect with them. Soon academies and laboratories were built to learn all about these pokemon, for young people to become pokemon trainers. These young trainers would soon learn about prominent ranking system in Khermia, based on the collection of symbols. Each of these symbols are given by a sort of Battle Master, if you defeat or impress them in a pokemon battle. Many kids and teenagers have been trying to collect all of these symbols; some failed, some succeeded. Why do they try? It's for respect, money, and influence.​

Plot

One night, there was a star fragment. This star fragment burned up as it traveled down to earth from the atmosphere. Soon the star fragment began to crumble, but then, something extraordinary happened - the star broke up into 8 different fragments, and the fragments scattered throughout the region of Khermia. No one knows what happened to those star fragments, but supposedly, the star fragments were converted into small traces of spirits, in which these spirits entered the hearts and souls of 8 children, with of course, the children having no idea about it. The spirits dwelled within the children for years, as the children grew into the young adults they were today.

Supposedly, the children were enrolled in the Al-Revis Academy, in of course, in the humble town of Al-Revis. The Al-Revis Academy one of the most famous pokemon academies in all of Khermia, where they not only have classes about Alchemy and Mana, but of course, there were classes about pokemon and pokemon battling. Soon the classes were over, and graduation was about to begin. The headmaster of this academy, Professor Flay Gunnar also planned to organize a rally on where after graduating, students will get their very first pokemon, in order for them to travel all around Khermia, and to collect the 4 symbols of Khermia in order for them to shine as the potential pokemon trainers that they will become.

Not everyone uses pokemon alchemy for good deeds though. There has been criminal activity around Khermia as of late, where people uses pokemon for deed such as stealing, pilliaging, harrasing,and even for critical cases such as murder. As such, multiple guilds have been created, both for good and evil. One such evil and nefarious group was called the Desians, who acted as a mafia, silently taking control over multiple parts of Khermia, even though the townspeople have not known it, and the authorities were powerless to stop them. The Desians wish to collect the world's strongest and most legendary of pokemon, in order for them to increase their overall power and rule the world in an iron fist.

However, not even the guilds can be fully prepared for what was going to eventually happen. Even though no one has known it, the Great World Yggdrasil Mana Tree one day lit up, but died. Soon, spiritual energy started to form, as it formed into a great divinity. Martel. Martel looked upon her brothers tree with sadness. It was about to die, which meant the mana supporting Khermia will also cease, and thus, Khermia will soon become a wasteland of a lifeless place. That was when Martel realized it was time. It was time for the 8 chosen children to begin their journey of self-discovery. She called out 8 names: Undine, Efreet, Gnome, Volt, Shadow, Sylph, Luna and Maxwell, as she soon disappeared, back within the heart of the World tree.


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Rules

~This RP is Rated T, so try to lower the gore and very intimate romance. Violent themes and occasional foul language are acceptable.

~Do not godmod. It's no fun if a player is completely unbeatable or evolves all their pokémon early on.

~Each time a new area (i.e. town and route) is introduced, Ill make a post stating what you can and can't do there, as well as possible optional quests you can do (like optional battle story lines).

~When there's an area that you can catch pokemon in, I will of course, list each pokemon available for capture. You can capture pokémon without the need for the GM's approval. Exceptions might arise, but you'll notice them.

~Levels will exist, but whenever you battle, you can choose for it to go up. You are basically in control of your pokemon's levels, basically.

~You are allowed to carry as many pokémon on hand as you wish to. When entering official battles though, like battle master battles, you are only allowed to keep 6 pokémon on hand.

~You are allowed to make up whatever NPCs you wish during your journey. Also, and most importantly, I encourage player-to-player interaction! There is no taboo on making short posts (but well with in the standard RP rules) to interact with players.

~When you're in an master battle, you're free to bunny the Battle Master during your battle.

~Speaking of battles, please make it realistic! You're pokemon are not obviously going to beat every pokemon out there, nor can it dodge every single attack. Creativity counts~!​

Sign-Up Sheet

STARTER POKEMON

Eevee | Level 25
Tackle, Growl, Tail Whip

Vaporeon | Level 20
Water Gun, Sand-Attack

Jolteon | Level 20
Thunderbolt, Sand-Attack

Flareon | Level 20
Flamethrower, Sand-Attack

Espeon | Level 20
Psychic, Sand-Attack

Umbreon | Level 20
Dark Pulse, Sand-Attack

Leafeon | Level 20
Leaf Blade, Sand-Attack

Glaceon | Level 20
Ice Beam, Sand-Attack

Name: (first and last)

Age: (13-20)

Gender: (male or female)

Appearance: (body and clothing. Try to avoid having modern day clothing like jeans.)

Personality: (describe what you are like in general and how you act together with others. Avoid Mary-Sue personalities.)

History: (just write a small paragraph about your average life, and your life in the Academy. It can be about anything; how you were born, about your family, how you did well in school, what was your interest in pokemon or alchemy, and so on.)

Starter Pokemon:
Species: (any one of the list above)
Moves: (Along with the moves listed, it can have up to two TM moves, or Egg moves.)
Pokemon Gender: (is your starter male or female?)

RP Sample: (give me a recent RP post of yours, to give me an idea of how you are going to write in the RP)​

 

[Miss Doronjo]

Sure thing~! Try to get your SU as soon as you can. n__n

 

[Lokiepie]

may i reserve a spot in this rp with espeon if thats ok of course :)

 

[Clark]

Ahh, I've compulsively started on a sign-up, but it's gonna take me a little while to finish. Mind if I reserve a spot with Eevee for my character's starter? I should probably have my SU ready to go by the end of the weekend.

 

[Lokiepie]

here's my SU :) :

Name: Hazel Swan

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Appearance:
When seeing this young girl, one would think from her size alone, that is not over the age of 15, her head coming to most people's shoulders of the same age. She is 5'1 and has a rather plump curvy frame to go with, but is no stranger to hard work.

Often enough, her small frame is draped in the cream embrace of a thick clothed cloak which her grandmother gave to her many years ago before she passed in her sleep. Her grandmother had made it large so that, with time, the young child whom sat on her knee, would grow into it. However, he hopes for a tall willowy feature was cut short, quite literally. Under these delious folds of ivory, Hazel wears a rather baggy, white long-sleeved shirt which is tied around her waist with a thick emerald coloured ribbon. . At her hip, several leather straps cut across her body, holding various pouches filled with random finds and treasure the girl has taken a shine too. Covering her legs, she wears a pair of leggings, a short black skirt and a large pair of clunky brown boots, which are fastened with multiple straps criss-crossing their surface.

Hazel's face is oval shaped and pale in colouration. She has gentle tones of red colour her cheeks and lips in splashes of colour, while honey brown eyes stare out from a black frame of long eye lashes. Her nose is small and round, with a few stubborn, cinnamon freckles dotting it's bridge.

Hazel's hair is chestnut brown, with coloured hits of red and golds which mingle with one another in the elegant ringlets which knot around in each other. Hazel, of course, hates her hair but leaves it down as she's not one to fiddle with looks or hair dos.


Personality:
Hazel has always been a happy go lucky type of girl. She tries to see the best in everyone, even if they have tied her up and put her in a base somewhere, she'll find something nice to say about the person, no matter how physco he is. But though this can be seen as a good thing, it is also her greatest weakness. She is too forgiving and too open to others that it often leads to her being tricked, hurt and used. But don't let this side of her fool you, if you have insulted one of her friends or even hurt them and made them cry, Hazel will step up to the platform and fight for her friend.
Hazel is usually found with her nose in a book and has always been somewhat a daydreamer whom is overly in love with the idea of romance and true love. she likes to see herself as a matchmaker in some cases but has never looked to herself, as where she's concerned she doesn't think she has much of a chance after Jake from school.

She is a hard worker though and isn't afraid to lend a helping when it is needed and is no stranger to mud, though it's not exactly her most favourite thing in the world.

When a problem arises, though she is at times one who thinks too much, she tends to not think when action is needed. Like a flipped sided coin. She either thinks too much or thinks too little and both come with a price.

History:
Hazel had pretty much lead a perfectly ordinary life. Her family was never poor, but never tasted the grandness of being rich either. Yet regardless they made enough to keep them going when times were bad by running a herbal medicine shop down a back ally in her home town.

Up until the age of 13, Hazel had never took much interest in her parents working due to lack of time. She had lumbered with the responsibility to take care of her younger brother when she was 6, Her parents time being consumed with keeping the shop a flout. However, as her brother grew and became more independent, Hazel's responsibilities shifted to working in the shop and helping gather herbs during travels.

At first she had loved working behind the counter, seeing it as a game filled with neat parcels wrapped with string and pleasantries being exchanged between strangers but nothing more. But it wasn't long till this rose tinted view of her parents work came crashing down around her.

It had been little under a year since she had taken to working behind the counter, when a man came stumbling in through the doors, a small mewing Vulpix wrapped up his arm. He pressed this small creature to his chest so harshly at first that Hazel thought he was going to kill the poor thing, yet when he rushed the counter and lay the Pokémon in front of her, demanding she treat the poor animal, the young girl realised why. The pressure he had been pressing onto the Pokémon's small form was due to a large gash which ran along the Pokémon's side, oozing crimson blood and matting the surrounding fur: Spreading through its silk like strands like spilt wine on a cotton cloth.

Hazel still remembers to this day, the man almost screaming at her to do something, but she was paralysed. She had watched her parents work on injured Pokémon before, but never seen injuries like this. There was so much blood and the strangled cries of pain from the small pokemon in front of her almost made her vomit.

The acrid taste had filled her mouth and made her head reel, as she simply stared at the Pokémon infront of her. Hands cold and skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Luckily her older brother, Rika, had heard the commotion from the back of the shop and ran in to save the day, sweeping his poorly trained sister to the side without a word, nor glance.

The Vulpix went onto to live, though only just.

After things had died down and their parents returned, it was revealed that the once screaming man had found the pokemon on the side of the road, beaten to within an inch of it's life, it's previous trainer abandoning it to its fate after a failed training attempt.

After that day Hazel threw herself into her studies, focusing on alchemy in the academy and often shying away from battle, the image of the tiny vulpix always filling her head whenever she stepped forward for a test.

Yet regardless, the girl went on to be well balanced. Surrounding herself with friends in school came easily and she spent many hours sat under her group's tree in one of the courtyards exchanging girly gossip and jokes with her friends. Academically, she fared well, acing most of her of classes, bar the ones which focused on fighting. Though she didn't fail, knowing that at times, fighting was necessary.

Half way through her training however, her brother left home to begin traveling the country in search of new herbs and remedy's which he might bring back one day. It was a sad goodbye for her parents and younger brother, but little was exchanged between herself and Rika. They had not spoken, barely swapping a few glances since the day of the Vulpix.




Starter Pokemon:
Species: Espeon
Moves: Psychic, Sand-Attack, Shadow ball, Bite
Pokemon Gender: Male

RP Sample: Pokemon trainer academy:

Evie set her soft gaze to Jay's huddled form with pity pooling in her eyes. Watching in silence as his Pokémon busied themselves about their master, she toyed with a lock of hair as she listened to the grief ridden voice of Jay emanate from somewhere beneath his entangled arms.

Bending down she swept up her bag from the golden sands at her feet and brushed off the tan coloured canvas fabric with a few gentle strokes before redirecting her eyes back to her friend. For a few sparse moments, she pondered. She had felt the dangers of battling such a young competitor but she had not expected to see anyone react in such away. So in terms of logic this reaction was more deep rooted than one had first suspected. At this conclusion a new trail of thought span into existence. If that was indeed true, should she probe into the personal matters of her new acquaintance or would he find it to be an invasion of his privacy?

Going with the latter of these options, Evie climbed up onto the neighbouring rock and settled on it's rough warm surface, while Leka down below rested on the sand, amber gaze set steadily on the boy.

"It was brave of you to speak up like that Jay." Evie said, speaking quiet tones. "Not many would do that. You should be proud." She smiled at this, tucking her tangled lock behind one ear before refocusing on her company. "Orange will understand, so hush now. No more tears." Her voiced purred a low and comforting tone, a technique shown to her by her uncle to calm down a Pokémon whenever in distress. True, at this particular moment she wasn't trying to calm down an upset miltank but it was the only thing she had.

 

[ChocolateCrunch]

Finished!

Name:​

Samson Jones

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: Samson stands at a shocking 6'5" and towers over everyone he knows, and because of his height everyone usually makes fun of him or call him 'The Big Guy'. He is also quite chubby and he is used to people bullying him because of his chubbiness as well - let's just say people have bullied him for a large portion of his life. He dresses in shadowy clothes, a black cape, black shirts/tunics, grey trousers and black boots. He likes to hide as he is ashamed of himself for being so tall and chubby, so wearing in darker clothes was the only option.

Samson used to have a muscular build - even though no one believes him - but after the death of his mother when he was a young child, he started to gorge all the food he could find. He started putting on more weight and he is currently around 127 pounds but he doesn't like to be called pudgy or fat, but chubby.

Personality: Samson tries to hang out with the popular people in the Academy, but it always fails. He usually tries to do this every few weeks or so. He does a small little group of the unpopular people who he usually talks to, but being one of the unpopular people he is always feeling bad inside. However he almost deserves it because he never was very nice to people. He's rude to people if they try to annoy him or mock him even though they still carry on. Samson doesn't know why it happens, it just flies out of his mouth.

He used to be one of the big, muscly guys who are always doing something to get fit, when he was younger but after his mother's death he became the stay at home type who never did talk much. Samson now usually either is sleeping, reading or gorging on food. He has never considered dating a girl but as he is becoming an older teenager he may consider it sooner or later.

History: Samson had a wonderful life when both his Mum and Dad were alive, he was your average kid back then. Kind, friendly and his weird feature - being really, really tall for his age. His Mum and him used to visit the gardens behind their little cottage style house. They walked down a long, winding path and then there it was. The place that his Mum had worked on ever since she had lived in the cottage. All the flowers you could imagine we're in that garden but when his Mum died, his father locked the gates and sealed any entrance into the secret garden. All you can now see of it is ivy creeping up the crumbling walls. He was a ten year old when she died so the last 6 years for Sam have been like hell.

He started eating as much food as he could after the death, he just ate and ate. It almost made him feel better but it was then that the pounds started piling up. The 10 year old who was a muscly, tall, happy child had changed into a chubby, tall, rude child. His weight was a lot more than it was 6 months before. He felt so bad after eating so much so he he tried to get fit once again. He tried and tried for a many months but only a few pounds were of of his original weight.

Starter Pokèmon:
Species: Umbreon
Moves: Dark Pulse, Sand Attack, Quick Attack, Detect.
Pokémon Gender: Female


RP Sample: From Tainted Waters (my most recent is quite a while back)

Spoiler:

Derek Affe

Derek had been heading towards Ectruteak City for a while now with his two companions, Steam, his Torkoal, and Kirlia who had not yet named. He was on Route 37 which was the route below Ecruteak, he was almost there. The Ecruteak Dance Studio had an event that you could go to support Suicune, one of the three legendary "dogs" in Johto. There had been posters almost everywhere he went, all saying -

Come to the Ecruteak Dance Theatre! Hosting Suicune support ceremony soon!

Suicune was the legendary guarding of water, and it had recently disappeared, vanish, poof! When that event had occurred, the waters of Johto had become polluted and whenever wild Pokemon battled you they had this strange look in their eye and there attacks were stronger than normal. Derek had recently encountered a crazy Sentret near Goldenrold City and it was trying to bite off Derek's ear, it was freaky.

"Guys, look!" he said to his Pokemon as he saw the sad remains of the Burned Tower looming above them, high in the sky. "We've arrived at Ecruteak!"

The happy cries of Torkoal and Kirlia filled his ears and he slowly stepped into Ecruteak City.

***

As he entered the centre of Ecruteak, the sound of a beautiful violin came to his ears. He followed the sound until he found a girl a few years older playing the violin beautifully. And it really was beautiful.

"Wow ... You're an awesome violinist!" he gasped in amazement. "Isn't it the tribute song to Ho-Ho and the Legendary Pokemon?"

***

 

[Xilfer]

I think I'm bored enough to enter another RP. Please note that if I do join, I'll probably only post once a day, so I hope this RP will stay relatively well-paced and not start going too fast.

With that out of the way, please reserve me a spot with Glaceon as my starter, please.

I must say, I quite like the idea of a medieval-ish Pokemon world. Kudos to you on coming up with this great idea.

 

[blaziken153]

i would love to join this RP, it's just i have never been in one so i dont think i will get accepted

 

[Lokiepie]

well blaziken I'm sure you will be, just give a go :) everyone has been in your position so i wouldn't worry :)

 

[ChocolateCrunch]

well blaziken I'm sure you will be, just give a go :) everyone has been in your position so i wouldn't worry :)

Stop being all cocky! xD You're not in yet either, none of us are.

 

[Lokiepie]

hey now...i wasn't being cocky, i know none of us have been accepted. i was trying to be helpful and nice, it's what people do. I know I would never have joined my first Roleplay on my first site if others hadn't been so nice :)

 

[blaziken153]

Name: Lucas Dean

Age: 15

Gender: Male

Appearance: Lucas has brown hair and stands at 5'4.Lucas dose not eat much so he is rather skinny.He usually wears a green tunic, black pants, white boots and a black hat.

Personality: Lucas is rather friendly, if a new kid goes into the school and he is not treated well Lucas will be there to be his friend.He dose not like to fight much but if he is attacked first he will use all that he has to defend himself and others.
He dose not eat much,but he eats a lot when his grandmother cooks.He gets over exited a lot which make him sometimes a weird guy.

History: Lucas lost his father at the age of 6, he died in a house fire when trying to save people from the house.All Lucas has left of him is a good luck charm given to him to keep him lucky.But Lucas believes he is still out there alive.But others think that he thinks like that to be happy.His mother was sad like Lucas but she told him that n time everything will be okay.After that Lucas tried his best to become a hero like his father.So he joined the academy a few years later.In one of the years he begins to think that the fire was caused by a pokemon. His father had one Pokemon and that pokemon was Blaziken. So his goal is to one day capture a Blaziken and find his father

Starter Pokemon:
Species: Flareon
Moves: Flamethrower, Sand-attack, Frustration, Sunny Day
Pokemon Gender: Male

RP sample (giving a bit of the story about when his father died):

Spoiler:

It was a quiet night at first Lucas was sleeping while his father and mother were cleaning the house.But suddenly a bright light appeared.Lucas woke up and looked out the window.Lucas did not know what to do so he quickly went downstairs and said:
-Mom, Dad there is a bright light outside!
His father quickly looked and heard a scream, then he said:
-I'm going to see what it is stay inside and don't go out.
Lucas just looked at the wall and stayed there quietly.His mom asked:
-Lucas, are you hungry?
He replied:
-No.Is dad going to be home soon?
She did not say a word,just sat there.Then she said:
-Let's go it has been too long since he went out
It was cold,Lucas was shivering, as his mother saw that it was cold for him she took him in her hands and carried him .The light was getting closer and closer,brighter and brighter.Then they saw it,the fire.People were screaming,looking at the fire being afraid to go near it.But the people who lived at the house came out and Lucas' mom asked:
-Where is he,where is my husband.
They said:
-He came in and helped us get out then some of the fire got between us and we got separated he said to go on he would make it out.
But then the house collapsed.No one saw Lucas' father anywhere.When the fire ended no body was found and was presumed that it burned to ashes.But Lucas believed he is alive.
After that they came home and Lucas' mother said it will be okay.Then Lucas said:
-I am going to become like dad,a hero and i will find him one day.

 

[Miss Doronjo]

Alright; I'll be reading everyone's SU soon, and make the acceptances here~ But feel free to finish if you haven't already!

 

[Xilfer]

Name: Marek Lyfe

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Appearance: At first, Marek may look somewhat enigmatic, what with his muscled frame and grim expression, but when one gets to know him his image, in their eyes, will be completely transformed. Though he is not extraordinarily tall, standing at only 6 '9 feet tall, his frame is well-built due to long hours of sword fighting practice and martial arts lessons. His eyes are a deep, mossy green, and his hair is thick and brown, only adding to the enigmatic impression one may first get. He wears a short-sleeved, wool tunic colored in black, and adorned with intricate white patterns at the waist, sleeves and directly under where his neck would be. The tunic is sometimes accompanied by a long, black cape. Though plain at first, the cape symbolizes his nobility and heritage. Marek also wears a pair of loose, moss-green trousers that almost match the color of his eyes, and a pair of plain, black boots strapped to his legs with laces.

Personality: In general, Marek is rather mistrustful towards people in general, though he is very open and social with the creatures named Pokemon. Though it is hard to do, once someone has gained Marek's respect and trust, they will find that he can be a great friend and ally, and will do anything to ensure their safety. The opposite is also true, however, because if a person were to quarrel with him for too long, Marek would develop a burning rage for them that would never quell until his enemy is on their knees.

Marek is a proud, confident man, and always strives to become even greater than he already is. He yearns to see the world, and experience what it has to offer. The man is ambitious, also, and believes he is destined for his own greatness, and not the greatness his father had in mind for him. Marek's determination and stubbornness see him through to the end of anything, though they can also be his greatest weakness, potentially ruining friendships and relationships he may have with someone.

Marek's love for Pokemon, as far as he knows, is unparalleled. Since he was a child, Marek has always cared for them. He also finds Pokemon and alchemy to be extraordinarily fascinating, and strives to one day become a Pokemon Researcher, much like Professor Gunnar. His love and fascination towards Pokemon go hand in hand with his determination and his ambition. This combination leads to Marek's passion for Pokemon battling.

History: Marek's life, although it is thus far a short one, is filled with tragedy and unhappiness. As a young child, Marek's father, a man of high status and nobility, always encouraged Marek to his limits, and sometimes beyond. Since the age of seven, Marek practiced sword fighting with his father. Though he did not enjoy it at first, it came to be one of his many loves in life later on. Marek's father always raised him to think that he was the best and the strongest. This would have been a good thing, but Marek's father also tried to convince him that all others, both people and Pokemon, outside the Lyfe family were peasants and filth. This notion did not sit with Marek who, at the time, saw all people as equals through his naive eyes. Marek's father went all out, beating the boy until he got the answer he wanted. It was a few years after the beatings had begun that Marek's younger sister, Millicent, was born. With the miracle of life, however, came the tragedy of death. Marek's mother died in labor, leaving Marek and Millicent with their increasingly abusive father.

Marek and Millicent grew. By the time Marek was 12 years old, he had already been going to the Al-Revis Academy for quite a few years. Millicent, just a five year old girl, received the same beatings that Marek had gotten when he was a child. However, the child somehow always stayed positive, even when her father threatened to sell her as a slave. Marek often had to protect his little sister, but was given harder beatings the more he tried to. As the family fortune gradually disappeared with their father's bad investments, the three were forced to move out of their castle and live in the village, like the normal people that Marek's father had long ago told him were insignificant and weak.

Meanwhile, Marek's marks at the Academy somehow became better and better. Over the years that he had gone there, he had developed a profound interest in Pokemon, and his best marks were often achieved in Pokemon battling classes. He had an excellent understanding of the 18 different elements, alchemy, and the nature of Pokemon. However, with the beatings he received from his father, Marek's trust in his fellow man diminished, and he grew farther and farther away from his friends. He chose to spend most of his days practicing battling with teachers at the Academy and spending time with the Pokemon that were borrowed for sparring.

Then, tragedy struck again, this time in the form of a drunken father. While Marek was away at school, his father apparently had a delusion that his daughter was his slave, and actually sold her to a slave owner in town. When Marek found out, he immediately set out to find and free his sister. He tried. He failed. His sister was sold to a rich man far away. A week later, news came that the rich man's castle had been attacked by a rampant Electrode, who used Explosion to incinerate the building and anyone within.

After this incident, Marek ran away from his pathetic excuse for a father, who was too drunk to care. He managed to convince one of his teachers at the academy to take him in as his own. Prior to this, the two had become good friends, despite Marek's disliking of people. Marek grew up with his teacher, Ulric Forthwind, for the next five years. Though the rest of his life was relatively normal after that, Marek had a feeling in his gut that things were about to change as graduation dawned.

Starter Pokemon:
Species: Arceus Glaceon

Moves: Ice Beam, Hail, Tail Whip, Tackle
Pokemon Gender: Female

RP Sample:
From: Pokemon Odyssey: A New Beginning

Spoiler:

A weak voice came from the other side of the wall. "Pal...Pala...din," Allora's voice faded and Paladin could tell she was unconscious. Had the gas knocked her out? Paladin might just have killed the only ally he had in this dire situation. "No!" he grunted as he began to heave the heavy boulders from their place, desperately trying to get through to Allora. "Over here!" a voice came. Was it the Ninetales? 'No, it is someone else,' Paladin thought. He picked up his pace, now misplacing two boulders with each arm. Soon, he managed to make a larger gap at the top of the rubble. Seeing the weak spot in the cluster of rocks, Paladin used Hammer Arm to obliterate several boulders so that he could get through the opening.

He found Allora unconscious, as he had predicted, but he also found another Pokemon by her side. This Pokemon had a large, cherry-red flower atop its head, and an innocent-looking expression. A Lilligant. However, Paladin noticed that Lilligant towered above the normal height of its species, though she still did not match up to the massive Golurk's stature. Paladin suddenly remembered that members of the Silver Tribe were, on some occasions, given unnatural growth hormones to boost their strength. Perhaps this Lilligant was a Silver Tribe member, and had received growth hormones, thus explaining her larger size. Upon realizing this, Paladin was immediately on his guard, and snatched the unconscious Ninetales into his arms, away from the possible traitor.

"Who are you?" Paladin demanded, "What do you want?" However, before the Lilligant could answer, there came a rumbling noise. Shortly after, the tunnels began shaking violently. Paladin almost immediately lost his footing and fell over, holding Allora above him so that she did not fall with him. "What the hell is going on here?" Paladin spat. However, before he could get an answer, another violent tremor shook the tunnels. 'An explosion?' Paladin wondered. Either way, they had to get moving. This particular area of the tunnel did not look stable and could collapse at any minute due to this explosions. When the second tremor stopped, Paladin set Allora down for a moment and used another Hammer Arm, obliterating some of the remaining boulders enough for him to get through along with Allora. "Come with me if you want to live," Paladin said to the Lilligant, offering a small token of trust, before taking Allora back and heading to the safer tunnel.

The third and final explosion took place, and it was worse than all the others. Paladin leaned against a tunnel wall with one of his arms to stop himself from tumbling over again, clutching Allora tightly with the other arm. Looking ahead, Paladin thought he could see a figure in the shadows of the tunnels. He amplified the lights of his eyes, and they shone upon a small, hooded figure. From the shape of its tail and its hands, Paladin could tell it was a Sandshrew. The tremors stopped, and he relaxed as he realized that a Sandshrew had a perfectly good reason to be here, being a burrowing Pokemon. However, his relief was short lived, as he shouted, "Yo! Goldies!" Gesturing towards himself, he continued, "Come with me! Unless you want these tunnels to fill with Ancients! They'll be here soon!" Now, what bothered Paladin was the first line. 'Goldies,' the Pokemon had said. How did this little critter know who they were? "This way," the Sandshrew shouted, as he began running in a different direction. Paladin did not trust this Pokemon in the slightest, so he followed him.

This Pokemon knew the secret identities of the two. How? He needed to be interrogated, and Paladin had to find out who he worked for. It was for this sole purpose that the Golurk followed the shrew. Paladin ran after the Sandshrew, who looked back to see if he was there. The critter was fast, and Paladin was getting cramped as the tunnels he ran through began to get smaller and smaller. He growled and said, "Get back here!" The Sandshrew stopped, and Paladin thought that he had listened, but he simply slammed his hand against a wall, prompting the wall to slide open. the Sandshrew proceeded to enter the opening. Slightly surprised, Paladin walked up to where the Sandshrew had created the opening. This was getting too suspicious. This Pokemon did not say who he was. Was he perhaps an associate of Veletra's, or a Silver Tribe spy? Paladin was not willing to find out, or put the life of his friend in danger. Paladin was about to leave the Pokemon and go in a different direction, when he heard shouts. Ancients! The Sandshrew had been right, they were here. It sounded like a large group of them shouting all at once, the footsteps of the heavier Pokemon such as Bastiodon and Rampardos thundered through the halls. For a small moment, Paladin wondered if that Lilligant from before had followed them like he had suggested.

The shouts came from both exits to the tunnel they were in, and, deducing that he had nowhere else to go, Paladin squeezed into the opening in the wall, holding Allora close to his chest.

 

[Clark]

Here ya go.

Name:
Gaylord Jacques Francesque Rodrigue (goes by Jacques)

Age:
16

Gender:
Male​

Appearance:​

At the seasoned age of sixteen and a half - practically an adult by his standards! - Jacques has the appearance of a thirteen year old boy, and that may even be a modest estimate. He stands barely above five feet tall, thanks to a single lonely quarter-inch, and holds claim to a meager 98 pounds. His face is gentle, slightly rounded, and dotted with a sloppy handful of freckles (as are his shoulders should they ever be visible). A prominent nose juts out from between a his lash-framed brown eyes, and above those his eyebrows are thin and perky. His silky hair is bright blonde, going only a little ways down his neck. It's usually a bit messy despite his best efforts to keep it in check. He also possesses an unfortunate pair of buckteeth. This does not stop him from presenting a pleasant grin, however. He is usually seen with a smile of some form or fashion.

Needless to say, Jacques stands out in a few ways. But despite being remarkably small and startlingly blonde, he is generally recognized not for his physical features, but for his preposterously flashy attire. Adorned in a navy-colored uniform, laced up with gold stripes and buttons, Jacques openly wears his wealth. His uniform comes fitted with all the bells and whistles: a pair of sashes strewn across his chest in a clean "X" shape, a sturdy belt, striped and buttoned wrist cuffs, spiffy black gloves, and boots to boot! It should be noted that he takes all measures necessary to keep his uniform clean and stylish. And he does indeed wear it well. His posture backs up his outfit, sharp and straight as a die. In public and private he has a habit of marching - as opposed to just walking like a sensible human being. He carries with him a hardy black rucksack - perhaps the most humble item he owns - suitable for carrying various equipment and necessities... though he tends to keep it full of things like extra food and handkerchiefs instead of practical items.​

Personality:​

Jacques rarely fails to make an excellent first impression. He's skilled in the art of appeasing strangers, and perhaps even more skilled when it comes to appeasing his elders. Though he always does his best to maintain his charm and respectable mannerisms regardless of circumstance, in the presence of adults or unfamiliar folk he puts on particular airs. His laid-back (and rather oblivious) nature allows him to keep his cool in most situations. On top of that he is very well-kept. Jacques keeps himself clean as a whistle. Even while travelling he's a compulsive neat freak; he'll take the lengthiest detours to avoid trudging through mud, or hault everything to sew up a hole in his uniform. Looking presentable is amongst his top priorities. Polite, tactful, and well-mannered, he appears to be quite the upstanding young gentleman... at least, for the first ten minutes or so.

Unfortunately, hanging around Jacques for too very long reveals that he's a painfully pompous little bastard. He is stuck-up, bratty, and has a rotten judgmental streak. Though he can maintain the guise of being even-keel and unfazed he does get very irate when things don't go his way, and under enough pressure he's not above throwing a temper tantrum. This all stems from a hefty superiority complex, which in turn stems from a heftier inferiority complex. As a young nobleman he's spent his life under the abstract impression that he must be above the common folk by default of his social class, but in all fairness he knows he's no better than anyone else.

It's not that he's dishonest; quite frankly he just doesn't seem to understand that it's insincere to disguise his self-centered nature with exaggerated niceties. He's the product of an aristocratic upbringing: spoiled rotten, yes, but look how polite he is! And he does mean well in his own right. He's outgoing and friendly, granted he loves the attention it gets him. In a group, he'll go out of his way to make an outsider feel welcome, so long as he's the one in the spotlight. He offers his assistance openly to those who may need it - though he may expect a favor in return. Jacques' character is altogether an obnoxious mashup of ups and downs, but if one can overlook his petty faults they'll find in him a loyal companion.
​

History:​

Gaylord Jacques Francesque Rodrigue was born the only child of Baron Gaylord Bastien Rosaire Rodrigue. The Baron was known far and wide for his military expertise, though a large amount of his wealth was of rather dubious origin. Rumor had it the Baron cut secret deals with foreign nations during past wars. Some suspected he was not even native to Khermia at all, but that he arrived from a foreign land long ago with enough riches to acquire a noble position. No one really knew much about him, and as such his identity was shrouded in suspicions. As for the man himself, he was far too busy tending to his own affairs to concern himself with the curiosity of the masses. In fact, he seldom stayed long even at his own luxurious estate. Jacques as a result never really knew his father. He respected and revered him, but in reality the two of them rarely interacted - and when they did it wasn't exactly affectionate. He was raised instead by his mother, Baroness Antoinette Joceline Marielle Rodrigue. Unlike the Baron, the Baroness was very nurturing and always present- even when she left the estate for trips across Khermia she would bring Jacques along. She's the one who taught him everything about being a young aristocrat. Needless to say the two of them were quite close. Jacques and his father, on the other hand, maintained a very businesslike relationship. On those few occasions the Baron was home, he would tell his son about all the great things he expected of him, and Jacques would respond with wholehearted enthusiasm. As a child he wanted nothing more than to please his father. "When you're old enough," his father would say, "Son, you're going to attend Al-Revis Academy, and you're going to do a fine job there!" And Jacques would say, "Yes, father! Of course I will!"

And indeed he did... though he had a rough time when he started out. It was his first time really experiencing the world outside of his sheltered-rich-kid home life. He especially missed his mother. However, there was a plus side to attending the academy: Jacques got himself lots of attention, being the charming son of a mysterious baron. He always had a great interest in Alchemy. Pokemon, though, were a new experience for him. Initially, Jacques couldn't stand them. They were dirty animals, lacking in the civilized mannerisms he was so used to, and battling was all kinds of barbaric! He spent his first semester and a half or so utterly repulsed by them, though he did well in Pokemon classes when it came to work on paper. Steadily, though, as contact with actual Pokemon became a regular part of his school life, he began to tolerate them, and admittedly grew to adore some of them. (But, even today, certain Pokemon are utterly repulsive to him.)

He became rather popular amongst his peers. Over the course of his time at the Academy he accumulated - and subsequently lost - countless cheap friendships. He never minded losing friends, as he always had plenty more, and could make more thanks to his apparent charisma. He didn't value friends much. That is, until people started catching on to the fact that he was an elitist moron. Rumors sometimes spread about him, and he was even bullied on occasion. Jacques kept a level head through most of it, though. He was too oblivious to recognize it half the time, and he was above those rotten commoners anyways. But towards the end of his time at the Academy he found that almost all of his "friends" had abandoned him. Since then he's actually become more earnest as a friend; after knowing what it's like to be alone he honestly values companionship.​

Starter Pokemon:

Species: Eevee
Gender: Male
Moves:
Tackle
Tail-Whip
Growl
Substitute​

RP Sample:
(This sample's from an RP I signed up for that never got up and running. It's a little dated, but it's the most recent thing I've got.)

Spoiler:

To be quite frank, Adrian was out of his element. Far from civilization, not a speck of pavement in sight, deep in the unforgiving wilderness of… Route 29. Not that he seemed to mind! He trudged clumsily but steadily, his oversized coat shielding him from the scrapes and cuts he'd otherwise suffer as he carved his trail through bushes and undergrowth. It was a bit of an odd sight, really. His companion, his mother's beloved Kadabra, followed along miserably, casting a tired yet wary glance back and forth. A Sentret crept close, but was quickly frightened off as Kadabra glared and waved his trusty spoon.

"Sure are a lotta Sentrets out here," Adrian commented simply. Kadabra sighed audibly. "Heh, come on now, buddy, we're almost there! … At least, I think we are."

The Psychic Pokémon had not volunteered for the job of escorting this scrappy hooligan. Accompanying him on his childish excursions to Goldenrod was bad enough, but for this he had spent a whole week with the kid (Kadabra would always view Adrian as a child, regardless of how old he got). It wasn't that Kadabra hated Adrian, of course. Kadabra was actually quite fond of his trainer's spawnling in short bursts, but accompanying him on long journeys such as this reduced his fondness for the boy to a grudging tolerance. He deeply regretted having never visited New Bark in the past; otherwise this trip could have been settled in a quick use of his Teleport skill. Then again, Adrian's mother had made it clear that she wanted him to get in some travel experience before beginning his community service session. Even Kadabra had to admit that there was at least a point to this—

"See, what'd I tell you, we made it!"

Kadabra looked up to find the streets and homes of New Bark Town staring him in the face.

Adrian's enthusiasm was sincere, even a bit eager. He had not only resigned himself to his fate, a summer of organized work, but had come to view it as an opportunity to get out and do something, perhaps even to enjoy himself. He was always quite the optimist, after all, and being stuck in Ecruteak City was all kinds of boring anyways.

Kadabra, on the other hand, would not feel enthusiastic nor relieved until he was rid of Adrian. The boy had taken off running down the sidewalk. "No time to waste!" Kadabra struggled to keep up.

"I wonder if anyone knows where the hell this place is… Hey! Hey, lady, yeah you…! Would you happen t'know where the SOUL summer program headquarters are?"

The poor older woman he'd addressed gave him an odd (and a little bit frightened) look. Then she turned to the side… "O… Oh…! Isn't that this building here…?"

Adrian paused and adjusted his glasses. Sure enough, right next to him was a big sign that read "SOUL Headquarters".

"Heheh, oh, right. Err, thanks, ma'am!"

But the woman, who was on her way across the street putting as much distance as she could manage between herself and the loud scruffy teen, didn't seem to hear him. He shrugged it off and made his way inside…

… and was immediately greeted by a rather harsh voice.

"There you are!" A young lady stared him down from the opposite side of a large lobby room. "Do you have any idea how late you are—uh—you're Adrian, right…?"

"That's me!" he answered without hesitation.

"Alright, good. Do you have any idea how late you are?!"

"Not really," he admitted with an apologetic grin. "I didn't bring a watch or a phone or anything. It is Saturday at least, isn't it?" Kadabra huffed disapprovingly.

"Well, yes, it is Saturday, but it's four in the afternoon! You were supposed to be here at eight this morning! Everyone else has already come and gone a long time ago!" The tone of her voice intensified with each with each statement.

"Haha, oops." Adrian seemed almost oblivious. "So, are you Lillian? … And hey are those the Pokémon?" A table littered with Pokéballs caught his eye. He hurried over to it immediately without waiting for her answer.

"N… No, I'm an assistant counselor. Lillian left about an hour ago, looking for you. And, umm… y-yes, that's what's left of our Pokémon selection. We had them set up with labels this morning, but since you showed up so late--"

"I pick this one!"

Adrian selected a ball at random, gently pointed a couple fingers toward it, and motioned upwards. The ball began to rise, albeit shakily. It then twirled around his hand in a dizzy, sluggish little dance. Kadabra huffed again, this time louder. The assistant counselor, who had been informed about Adrian's "Psychic abilities", was not impressed.

"Err, why don't you wait and let me get them labeled again…? This Pokémon is going to be your partner for the whole summer; shouldn't this be a bit of a thoughtful decision?"

"Nuh…" Adrian lost his concentration and dropped the ball, barely managing to catch it in his hands as it fell. "Naww, any Pokémon's as good as any other, right?" After a moment of fumbling around for the button, he successfully located it and released the ball's contents.

"Well, I suppose so, but…"

"Awwh, hi there little guy, err, girl…!" He knelt down and greeted the Nidoran that emerged, gently petting her ears. The creature met the gesture with warm and almost unconditional acceptance. "See, this is perfect!"

"If you say so… And you do know you can't keep that Kadabra with you, right?"

As if on cue, Kadabra closed his eyes, lowered his head, and vanished in a flash of white light. The Nidoran jumped a little, and gave a startled squeak.

"… He didn't even say goodbye," Adrian muttered, still petting his new companion. Oh well. He wasn't especially surprised anyways; Kadabra had little patience for such formalities.

"Well, I guess that settles it," the lady said with a sigh. She began heading toward a nearby door. "You wait here. I'll call Lillian, and when she gets back we can get you all set up, alright?"

 

[Searn]

Could I also reserve a spot? I'd like to reserve Vaporeon, if I may? Thank you.

 

[Miss Doronjo]

@Lokiepie - Before I can accept you, I would like you to flesh out your history a bit. D= All I got from this was that... she had a normal, perfect life. =( Maybe throw more of a curve ball? Until then, ~pending~

@ChocolateCrunch - Accepted! Sounds like someone I can relate to. xD

@blaziken153 - I want you to delve more into your character. Like, explain more about your cahracter's appearance, personality, and history. Declined for now.

@Xilfer123 - Accepted! That is a really great character; the proud, mistrusting type. ^^

@iLike2EatPiez - Accepted! Aww, I'll root for Jacques!! ;__;


The rest of you are reserved, but, make your SUs as soon as you can~!

 

[ChocolateCrunch]

YAY! :D First RP in a while ...

 

[Fuyu]

Can I reserve for Flareon? I'll have it up in a few hours. :) if Flareon is left of course.

 

[Miss Doronjo]

Yes, Flareon is available!