Pokemon: Hybrid Chronicles

The procedure had went its course. Jiro felt the suction on his tail subside after what seemed to be hours, but was actually about five to ten minuites. The poor smeargle-hybrid panted. The whole process had left him drained, and not just of his paint fluids. His entire body felt weak. He clutched his lower abdomen. Something there was empty. Lacking. Bringing his tail forward, he was saddened to see the tip showing only the cream-brown color of his fur, no traces of his blue paint remaining on the tip. The machine had truly sucked him dry. There was nothing left.

"Well 537, your set to go." The doctor said, seemingly ignorant to the smeargle-hybrids emotional trauma. "You may return to your room and get some rest. We will have doctors coming in every so often to check up on you, just to make sure there are no... unexpected developments."

Jiro nodded, wearily got to his feet, and proceeded to exit. He was shaking, but not from the cold. This wasn't right. That emptiness within him shouldn't be there. These doctors operated on theories alone. Its not like there were other half-smeargle half-human hybrids out there who had gone through this procedure. The doctors who would check up on him were there to make sure he didn't accidentally die in his room with nobody around. Jiro could tell this was all going to go wrong.

Entering the hallway, Jiro slowly began his trek back to his room. His eyes drooped. It was as if all energy had been sucked out of him along with his paint. He felt like he was going to collapse any second. He partly noticed Maverick in the room across from the one he was exiting, but continued on his own way. He could wait to respond to whatever it was he had wanted. Right now, he needed rest. He continued walking slowly down the hallway, almost as if he was half-asleep. Absentmindedly he brushed elbows with a Blaziken hybrid, but was too out of it to see the annoyed look that had been shot at him before the hybrid in question had proceeded into Maverick's room.

In fact, Jiro noticed very little as he walked back to his room. The world seemed more... dull, since his paint had gotten removed. That was the only way he could think to explain it. Before he knew it, his bed was infront of him, and he leaned forward and landed face-first onto it. Glancing to the side of his bed, he picked up his drawing pad, at first thinking to draw some pictures before going to bed, then realized that that was impossible. Disheartened, he tossed the pad aside, and buried his face into his pillow. He felt awful, both mentally and physically, even though he had no fever or evident health problem. He couldn't imagine what his life would be like if he had to have this done twice a week. His mind captivated with thoughts of pictures he could not get on paper, Jiro's body shut itself down, falling asleep on the spot, not even noticing that the void in his lower abdomen was beginning to fill up once more, and not expecting the rude awakening he was to be getting when he awoke...
 
Before Maverick could hear the scientist's reply, someone else entered and said, "Before you hear the answer to that question, I suggest you take a look at yourself." Maverick's response was immediate. "Look at my self? Why…?" His voice trailed off into the distance, as when he said the last word, he did so. He was absolutely shocked to see what had happened to his body. His proud, muscular torso and arms had been completely changed. His arms were longer, and no longer held the colossal muscle that allowed him to lift huge things. Not only that, but his fingers now had slight claws. His legs seemed to be longer (he could easily tell this) and lots stronger. His stomach was red, save for a green line a little bit above his legs. On that note, his legs, arms and his whole torso, not counting the red mentioned before, were a slightly pale green. He was handed a mirror, and he took the opportunity to look at his head. It was reptilian, and on his lower jaw, red. He half expected his eyes to be yellow, but they were still the hazel color they had been all his life. He finally took notice of the three leaves sprouting from each wrist.

Maverick didn't understand this at all. "Wh-what's going on? What did you do to me? More importantly, will anyone be able to recognize me?" The scientist's reply was at least a little startling. "Well, your voice is the same, according to the medics who carried you down here." The scientist motioned toward a team of people, who in response nodded. "Supposedly, some hybrids that have a stronger sense of smell then normal humans should be able to recognize you. As for your earlier question, yes, this is the basement that is normally off limits to all hybrids. However, your life was in extreme danger. As mentioned before, your punctured lung prevented you from leaving the water tank. However, it was shattered, probably accidentally, pre-" At this point, Maverick interrupted, protesting, "But it was on purpose! I swear!" The scientist was somewhat amused. "Don't play mind games. There's no way you could prove such nonsense." Maverick was upset by this reply. "Don't you have a surveillance camera or something?"
"Well, we do, but it was shattered a few weeks ago. Anyway, the water tank was shattered, leaving us no choice but to do what we did." Lurching forward from a sudden pain, he said, "What about this unbearable pain in my stomach?" He looked down at his stomach, and saw, surprisingly, a huge amount of slashes there. The scientist resumed his explanation, ignoring the question. "We took you down here, to the basement. You see, we've been experimenting on what to do if you hybrids rebel. We eventually came up with a machine that, essentially, removes all traces of pokemon DNA from a hybrid, turning them into a normal human again. We can then choose to remerge that person with another species of pokemon, or just leave them alone. Because just removing the Swampert DNA from your body wouldn't fix your lung problem, we had no choice but to remerge you." Maverick's immediate question was, "Well, could you at least tell me what pokemon I was merged with?" What came next was at least a little bit suprising. "A Grovyle." Maverick was absolutely stunned. "A Grovyle? As in those pokemon that have at least 5 leaves on their body? They just don't work with my battle strategies!" The scientist was not concerned. "I think you may be over-reacting a little. And by the way, you haven't noticed the large leaf on your head, or the two leaves that replaced your tail fin." Maverick thought about this, and then asked, "What about clothing? My other clothes weren't meant for what I look like now!" the scientist casually replied, "We've taken care of that. In your room is a new set of clothes, identical to your old ones, but unmodified."

Maverick was given a bunch of people to escort him back to his room, where he dressed himself after modifying his clothes to fit his new body. He was curious as to how the fight ended, so he went looking for the other members of the fight, mostly Ashley, at the medical ward. He went there, and was extremely surprised to see Ashley passed out on the floor in front of the room the tank he had been in was. He quickly rushed over to Ashley's side, not caring whether she would recognize him or not.
 
"That put her right out," the first medic commented, rubbing his arm where Ashley had scratched it. He grinned at the older doctor, who was putting up the syringe that he'd used on Ashley.

Sighing at his younger friend, the older medic said, "You should've just told Y6C5 where the Swampert was going. They're going to find out soon anyway. Now what're we going to do with her?"

Shrugging at the first statement, he looked back down at Ashley, considering the question. "I think she was in the fight earlier. Heard another medic saying something about her ribs. I guess we should x-ray her, give her some pain medication, and take her back to her room." His companion nodded in agreement.

Ignoring a Grovyle hybrid that had just walked into the room, they picked her up and carried her into the X-ray Room. After several minutes, the elder medic went to the back room to have the x-rays developed, while the younger kept an eye on Ashley. "Ah.... She's going to be out for a while, isn't she," he asked nervously.

"Nah. I gave her a very light dose. She should be waking up soon," the other called.

"Are you sure that such a go-" He stopped when Ashley moaned and shifted her body slightly. When she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry at first, but it quickly cleared up. Feeling a sharp pain in her arm, she realized what happened.

"You didn't have to knock me out," she said drowsily, sitting up. "I just wanted to know where my friend was going." And I was worried that you might do something to him. The medic stared at her, seemingly unconvinced.

"Go wait outside," he said pointing to the door. "We'll tell you what we found in your x-rays in a little while." His shoulders sagged in relief when she obediently stood up, swayed a little, and walked out the door into the main room, shutting it behind her. When she saw the Grovyle hybrid, she was a little surprised because she'd never seen one around before. There seemed to be something familiar about him, but she couldn't figure out what with her mind still sluggish because of the drug she'd been given.

"Hi there," she said politely. She started to say something else but stopped, her eyes widening. When she could speak again, she muttered, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, it can't be..... There's no way..... It's impossible...."
 
(OOC:Man, I wish this like it was at the beginning... so nice and active...)

Aiden walked up to the cafeteria and decided to get dinner. He couldn't recognize it as a nameable food but it was the same nasty stuff he had gotten at the training camp. Ugh.. not this again.. He ate it not having any other food. The Hybrid was about two thirds of the way finished and then his neck scruff was grabbed and pulled with a strong force. The pull caused Aiden to fall to the ground. "Ow.. what was that for you B-" he realized that it was a scientist and then stopped not wanting to get in trouble.

The man grunted,"I am a what?" he asked putting an emphasis on the h making it sound like hwat? He proceeded to drag the Pikachu Hybrid along ignoring anything if he had spoken. The hybrid was squiriming around a lot and made it hard to carry him. "Alright you.. punk stop moving.." commanded the scientist.

"No" dared Aiden, I know what you are going to do down there, I love my Pikachu like form. "You had better let go of me now..." He threatened. He gritted his teeth ready to strike the man. "I do not want to be changed also, if you lay a hand on any other hybrid I personally will tear you to shreds.." the man only laughed at his remark. "What is so funny? I will show you your mistake of making me a Hybrid.." he was cut off by a strong blow to the stomach, with the blow Aiden coughed a little of blood. The electrical sacks began to glow on Aiden's cheecks.

"Not this time buddy" he pulled out some sort of powder and sprinkled it on the agressive attacker."That powder is extracted from a Drowzee's disable it is a wonder what science can do.." He got to the basment door,"Alright here is your stop buddy.." he opened and chucked Aiden in like he was weightless.

"Ahhh" he screamed as his face smacked against the ground. I am powerless about to lose my precious form... how on earth... A scientist walked up and injected something knocking him out.


The same scientist dragged him over to a medical cot. "Alright he is here, the Prof. wants him to be weaker pokemon"

"He is already weak.." chimed in a scientist.

"Yes, but he has great potential he could possibly have an outburst that could kill many of us, now you get to your station, you to your station and you over" as he dished out the orders the others moved to respective places. He flipped up a couple of switched, turned a couple of dials and inputted a couple of codes.

At the same time of all that the man who came to him began to attach tubes to Aiden. "Alright, you guys know what to do." he said and all of the other scientist including the one who gave out orders before began doing a little process to contribute to the whole. One scientists doesn't lead, but they all do. One scientist began inputting some more codes and turning more dials. While one entered Aiden's test results 65 Lbs, and 4'2" "Ok, I am all set over here" he hollered. One of the men flipped a final switch and the machine let our a whirring sound. Soon, Aiden was a normal human and they had a normal Pikachu at his side. "Ok I'll take him off to his cage" with that the man picked up the Pokemon and carried him through a door, coming back out with a.. Sneasel. He placed him another cot and put all the tubes on him and entered all his data.

A flip was switched and the machine let out another whirring sound. Aiden's body began to mutate, soon his hair was changed to dark-ish green with specks of lighter green in it. He grew to little feather-ish type things the same color of the Sneasel's red ear. Also the same things grew up and down his left arm. He also had newly designed clothes. A dark green with lighter green and red on it. He also grew taller and appeared to be a year older.



(OOC:He looked something like this: )
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After waiting a little while, Maverick saw Ashley walk out. "Hi there," she said politely. She started to say something else but stopped, her eyes widening. When she spoke again, she muttered, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, it can't be..... There's no way..... It's impossible...."
Maverick was astonished to hear what Ashley had said. Then again, he thought, I guess there is something that must be the same about me… Thinking he was taking a bit longer then he should to reply, he said, "Impossible? Nah. And just in case you think this happened to some other hybrid, and I'm not who I really am, maybe this will help." After saying that last sentence, he lifted his jumper to reveal all the slashes on his stomach. He continued, "See? I better tell you what happened. By the fact that you're right near the room that held that tank, I guess you know most of what happened. I was in that tank of water, and then, after a fair bit of time, some Blaziken hybrid who called himself Damon came in and smashed the water tank. I've been told by a scientist that I was taken to the basement, where they told me about why they made it off limits." He paused, catching his breath, then continued. "They were working on a system to stop hybrids from rebelling. However, the very same technology saved my life. The work they were doing supposedly removes all traces of pokemon from a hybrid, stopping them from rebelling. In my case, they remerged me, this time with a Grovyle, as you can plainly see."

He thought about something, and then said, "Hang on a second, I think we could use this to our advantage… Let's give Rowan the surprise of his life!"

OOC: Hey, Slytherfang, you still haven't changed the first post. It still says, 'reserved for Goulerbot'!
 
Pain.

Jiro's eyes shot open as he immediately brought his hands over his abdomen, which burned like you cant imagine. Jiro cried out in distress as he fell to his knees. His gaze averted to the ground, he noticed that he was kneeling in a puddle of something.

Blue Paint.

Quickly bringing his tail around to get a good look at it, he could see the blue fluids were literally pouring from its tip. Now that he thought about it, he could feel the liquid descending down his tail. He never could before.

H... how could this happen! He franticly thought to himself I... They drained me!

"So, this ones here for medical reasons as well?" A voice said. For the first time, Jiro looked up, and noticed he was no longer in the room he had started out in, but instead in some type of glass tube within a very dim room. Jiro could see very little past the confines of his glass prison other then two Scientists, one of which had just spoken to a person who Jiro recognized to be his doctor from earlier.

"Partially." The doctor responded. "It seems the treatment plan we had worked out for him failed. His body took the sudden loss of his paint and saw it as a problem, and focused most of his energy twords paint production. His body hasn't stopped though, and the overproduction is putting a massive strain on his artisan sack, which will ultimately lead to what we were trying to prevent."

T... they mean... Its going to burst anyway...? Jiro thought, eyes widening. No wonder his abdomen ached, and no wonder he had been so groggy on the way to his room!

"Thats not the only reason why hes here though." The doctor continued, grabbing the poor smeargle-hybrids attention once again. "His battle simulation records have been off the charts. The fact that he knows a wide array of moves from several different pokemon gives him quite a good deal of potential... sadly, he seems to lack the self-confidence to make good use of that potential. Were thinking of merging him with a more agressive type of pokemon, to promote some offensive improvement. Pity too. Hes one of our most compliant experiments too... even if he had access to his full potential, we doubt he would use it against us..."

Jiro slumped against the back of his test-tube. They were thinking of merging him with something more aggressive? He wondered exactly what they meant, though he had a fairly good idea he already knew fully well. He sighed to himself. The Scientists left the room, apparently having something else to do before they got around to doing whatever exactly it was they planned to do to him. Still clutching his abdomen (though he had partially forgotten about the pain at this point) he stared at his reflection in the puddle of his paint. Why exactly did he let them continue to manipulate him like this?
 
The Grovyle hybrid seemed shocked by Ashley's words and didn't seem to know what to say. After what seemed an eternity, he said, "Impossible? Nah. And just in case you think this happened to some other hybrid, and I'm not who I really am, maybe this will help." Lifting his shirt, he showed her slashes on his stomach. She gasped, realizing that he'd been in the fight in the dining area.

It can't be, can it? They have slightly different smells since they are different Pokemon hybrids, but something deeper smells the same. Same color eyes and voice, too. That's also where he was hurt....

Her ears perked up slightly as the Grovyle continued, ""See? I better tell you what happened. By the fact that you're right near the room that held that tank, I guess you know most of what happened. I was in that tank of water, and then, after a fair bit of time, some Blaziken hybrid who called himself Damon came in and smashed the water tank. I've been told by a scientist that I was taken to the basement, where they told me about why they made it off limits." He paused to take a breath. "They were working on a system to stop hybrids from rebelling. However, the very same technology saved my life. The work they were doing supposedly removes all traces of pokemon from a hybrid, stopping them from rebelling. In my case, they remerged me, this time with a Grovyle, as you can plainly see."

By the time Grovyle hybrid stopped to think, Ashley's mind was whirling. How can he be so calm about it. Sure, it saved his life, but his life will never be the same.... She reminded herself that he was still a kid and that he was probably pretty adaptable because of it. She heard his suggestion about using this to their advantage and giving Rowan a big surprise, but for now, all the fight had gone out of Ashley. At any other time she probably would've even enjoyed getting back at Rowan for hurting so many people, but now she had much to think about.

She'd never even considered that the merging process could be reversed, although the thought of returning to a human after eleven years as a hybrid frightened her a little. Sure, she wished sometimes that she looked more human, but she felt that her Pokemon side was as much a part of her as her human side.

On the other hand, maybe the scientists could find a way to make her look more human. She doubted they would, though, especially after today and the fact that they were trying to make it harder for the hybrids to rebell. She wondered how the others were feeling about this and how many had already been changed.

Focusing back on who she now figured was Mav, she said, "Maybe after I get something to eat, Mav. I didn't get any breakfast." She had a lot of questions she wanted to ask him but decided not to, at least for now.
 
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Okay, these people will no longer be participating in this RP


The Silent Pidgeot
Reason Given: It has been forever since you first applied, and yet you have not completed your sign up. You should have been kicked quite a while ago, though I was told you were booted out for a while and allowed you some time. It has, however, been too long by now, and you are again booted out for a while. I will not be extending your time any further, as it would be near impossible to catch up by now.

Willoweon
Reason Given:
You have shown very little activity on this thread, to the point where you have stopped posting altogether, and you have not notified me of your absence.

Zore
Reason Given: Same as for Willoweon. You have also shown very little activity on this thread, to the point where you have stopped posting altogether, and you also have not notified me of your absence.


Lusankya- True, it was short, but it doesn't go below limitations, so its okay.


Gamekrazy- Poor Jiro! It must be awful for him to have his paint drained.
Great post.


namora- You're doing very well both length wise, and with Ashley's development as a character.


Lostt- Your post could be more detailed and discriptive, but I'll let it slide, as it was pretty good.


Goulerbot- Again I'm not sure how I should respond, exactly, but it was a good post nevertheless. I just can't figure out what I should say about it.


Gamekrazy- Again you're doing a great job describing what Jiro is going through. It sounds as if the scientists don't know what they're doing! (It's kind of funny thinking about it though.)


namora (again)- Ashley's surprise in finding out about Maverick is one of the things you depict well, keep it up.
 
Heya! I'm gonna sign up now, since that's alright ^^'


Name: Gale
Age: 14
Gender: Girl
Pokemon: Glaceon
Scientific Designation: XDG-D666

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Appearance: Gale usually wears a white t-shirt, green camo pants, and black slip-ons. As for her appearance overall, she has icy-blue eyes, long blonder hair, and a Glaceon tail sticking out (she had to cut a hole in any pair of pants she wore). To look even more Glaceon-like, Gale made a hat resembling the forehead of Glaceon, ears and all.
Personality: Gale is quiet and shy, and remains calm in most situations. However, if pushed enough, her personality changes completely. Gale becomes completely all-out and violent, and will hardly spare anyone's life at all if she had enough power to kill.
History: To tell the truth, Gale really doesn't know if she had any parents or not. She was abandoned at birth, and ended up in the worst orphanage in town. Before she was taken in by the scientists, she had one special friend named Colin. However, Colin wasn't chosen by the scientists like Gale was, so she never got to see him again. She worries he may consider her a "freak" nowadays.
Anything Extra: Gale is a pretty good singer, and usually her singing calms others
RP Sample: Well, I know you've seen me post a bit in "The Second Coming" by Pink_Lopunny, but if you want me to post an example from there, that'll do.

Thanks for letting me be an exception ^^ I promise I'll try and stay active. And I do let RP owners know when I'm gonna be gone, so...
 
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Pikataro- A little on the short side, but we did lose three people, and I'm sure you can roleplay well enough to fit the roleplay's standards, so you're Accepted

 
'K. I'm glad it wasn't TOO short, to tell the truth ^^' But thanks for accepting me.

Anyhow, if you can, a recap of what's happened would be nice. Otherwise, I can skim through the posts ^^
 
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Yeah, that might be a good idea, since it would be hard to skim 100 or so posts.

Okay, the roleplay runs by days (mentioned in the first post)
So far, there have been two days (third day starting soon, yeah I know, I take forever). Info on those days are posted on page 1 and page 5.

Here's the info for Day 1

MONDAY, JULY 16th

Okay, here's what's going on today:

-The battle arena will be open after being closed for a week for cleaning and repairs. New features have been added, there is better lighting, more advanced battle dummies which have been programmed to move in order to prove more of a challenge to defeat.

- Bi-annual physical checkups! That's what they call it at the lab, sounds exciting right? You'll undergo a series of tests similar to ones at the doctors office. You will have your blood pressure taken, as well as temperature, height, weight, all that stuff.

- There's a strange experiment going on in the basement, from the talk you've heard about it, it sounds extremely dangerous, do you go down to the basement to check it out?

-Its another day, another chance to escape...


And Day 2
Tuesday, July 17th

-Whew! Physicals are over for six months. That's a good thing for most people.

-A beautiful park-like structure is being constructed inside a glass dome with a ceiling that mimics the sky of the outside world is being built. It will include a large pool made to look like a pond, real plants, artificial bird pokemon that fly across the ceiling every few minutes, the sound of running water and birdsong in the background, and benches and seating. Its designed to be a place for the hybrids to hang out.

-The mysterious experiment in the basement continues, steam can occasionally be seen seeping under the very small crack beneath the door, meanwhile, scientists in white masks covering their entire face with slits for their eyes and mouth exit the basement on a regular basis, though they move about discreetly and return to the basement within several minutes. There are some screams coming from the basement as well.

-A male tyranitar hybrid named Rowan has recently been bullying anyone smaller or weaker than him, which is almost everybody. He has a group of friends who follow his lead, and due to his reputation, many hybrids do exactly what they want, people have battled him before, only to be taken out of the arena in such bad condition that they must be admitted into the hospital wing of the laboratory for a minimum of around four days. No one dares to challenge or oppose him these days, but he's always there, waiting for someone else to come and battle him just so that he can defeat them with his sheer strength.


The rest RP'ers make up much of the whole story, you just have to incorporate what's happening that day into the posts.

It likely won't be too difficult to fit in, you could start with a vague outline of the previous days, though I'll start a new day here so you (and everyone else) has a chance to start fresh again.


Day 3
Wednesday, July 18th

Here's what's going on


-The construction of the courtyard continues...


-The secret of the basement is finally out, though it has been retold so many times that the truth has been warped. There are now tales of torture and experimental testing using hybrids as lab rats circling around.


-Rowan, the Tyranitar hybrid, has been remerged with a Pachirisu, as the Scientists feared he was becoming too reckless and powerful, being able to severely injure the other hybrids. You might have been one of those he picked on. His friend, Spencer, the Salamence Hybrid, who used to be one of the top hybrids in his group, has also been remerged with a Jigglypuff, and one that can't sing, to top that. The rest of the group have remained the same, though they have fallen apart without Rowan (who they no longer obey and take orders from) and are going off on their own terrorizing hybrids.

-Serena, an Altaria hybrid, has disappeared. Could it be that she has managed to escape?
 
(Thanks so much! Hopefully my post won't be too short. If you want it to be longer, just let me know. ^^)

Day 1 Review (Gale's POV; She's thinking about it).

Day one. The arena reopened, so I decided to check it out. It seemed OK and all, but I had decided it would be best to wait on that for a while. After all, it was fun just to watch others battle against each other or dummies. I'd rather see what everyone else is capable of, so I know what I could learn myself.

The check-ups weren't very fun, though. I really found it a pain in the neck going through all those procedures. My blood pressure, my height, weight (they better have kept that confidential!), all that stuff... It's really unnecessary, in my opinion, but these guys have no heart. I suppose I can't understand that.

The strange experiment in the basement. Nothing peculiar, I'd assume. I decided not to go down there, for risk of being punished by the scientists. But, I had heard rumors from those who HAD gone down there... I really don't know whether to believe them or not...

Day One was an interesting day, and tomorrow might even be more interesting...

Day 2

That Tyranitar, what a bully! And his followers, they've fallen under peer pressure! I feel sorrow for them, even though I probably shouldn't. After all, it is their choice after all. Such weak hearts these others have!

And the experiment sounds like it's getting more interesting. Although I decided not to check it out again, it's still fun to listen to the rumors! Now, here I sit, peacefully in this garden. It's an OK day, I guess, I really can't say... Gale got up, and began walking over towards the flowers. Her favorites were roses, as they had such an exquisite scent to them. She sighed and looked up, watching the artificial bird Pokemon fly around.

"This isn't really all necessary now, is it?" Gale thought out loud. "After all, why show such artificial things when we'll never get to see them in reality?" She closed her eyes, trying to recall her memories of when she was with Colin. But nothing. I really did lose it all, didn't I? she wondered. She opened her eyes again, and walked back to her spot. She sat down again, and prepared to take a nap.

(Hope it's a good starter post ^^')
 
Name: Darren
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Pokemon: Gengar
Scientific Designation: AG1-O628

Apperance: Darren has the whole Goth Look going on. Tripp pants, black shirt, black shoes, spiked bracelets, the works. His hair is long and pushed to one side so it covers his right eye. His eyes are a frightening dark red, mainly from the Gengar DNA he had. The other traits from the Gengar were weird spike like protrusions from his back, about seven inches long. Another "gift" from the Gengar was the fact that the bottom half of Darren's body was partly transparent. You could still see his legs and all, but they were obvioulsy see-through. One odd thing Darren got from the Gengar was an abnormally long tongue. It's not like Lickitung long, but it's longer than your average tongue.

Personality: Darren keeps to himself mostly. He has been called "Emo" or "Goth" by many people. He has a very violent and troublesome adittude, but that side of him barely ever shows it's ugly face. If you can somehow actually manage to connect with Darren you'll find that, deep-down inside, he is a caring, nice induvidual. But most people never made it past his outer shell of personality; thus, no one knows ok his kind, gentle self.


History: Darren was stolen from his orphanage at the age of one, but even in his infintile years he was a trouble maker. It seems pretty far-fetched that a one year old can cause alot of ruckus, but its very possible. He would scream all hours of the night, waking the other orphans. During his meals he would never eat, but instead throw the food and drink about; causing chaos within the kitchen area. During recreational time he would always be so violent with the toys; wether it was gnawing on the doll's head or throwing building blocks at his fellow orphans. That trouble making adittude has followed him all throughout his history.


Anything Extra: Darren can become completely invisible when need be. And like any Gengar, his licks can cause paralysis.


RP Sample: I can't get you one right now, as I am on my Wii [you can't copypasta on here >_<]. But I promise I will get one soon.
 
Maverick stood there, waiting for Ashley to reply. She had obviously been in deep thought, so Maverick decided not to interrupt her. After a while, she said,
"Maybe after I get something to eat, Mav. I didn't get any breakfast." Maverick considered this, and understood. He hadn't had anything to eat, either. He decided that it was a reasonable statement. He spoke up, saying, "Yeah, I suppose your right. I didn't have anything either, so maybe later. I'm gonna get some rest, to." With that, he promptly headed off to his dorm without a thought. He lay down on his bed, thinking. "Ashley seemed surprised about how well I'm taking this..." he murmured. He tried to get to sleep, and about ten minutes later, he drifted off.

He was awoken after a while, in a rude fashion, with rude in this case being woken up by an extremely noisy Loudred hybrid. "GET UP, YOU! I DON'T MAKE ROUNDS OF THE THIRD FLOOR FOR NOTHING, YOU KNOW!" Maverick rolled over in his bed, and shoved his pillow over his head. He knew that painfully loud voice. The hybrid to whom it belonged normally made rounds of the third floor like this. Maverick had been puzzled when, a week ago, the hybrid stopped his routine. Those were some of the best days he'd had for months. Maverick dreaded the inevitable return of that Loudred hybrid.
"I'M WARNING YOU! YOU'RE GONNA MISS A CHANCE TO EAT IF YOU DON'T HURRY UP!" Maverick slowly turned over again, groaned, and said, "Maybe if you go away!" It was hard talking to this guy. He always assumed that he was talking normally, and everyone else was mumbling. "SORRY!? SPEAK UP A LITTLE! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" There he went again. "I said, I'll do it if you leave me alone!" And when he wasn't like he was acting now, he always said that everyone else was louder then him, which is of course nonsense. "FINE, FINE, I SUPPOSE I CAN LIVE WITH IT." With that, the Loudred hybrid exited Maverick's room. Maverick checked the time. "Hmmm… I suppose I could go look and see if there's anything new around the place until the it's time for dinner." He mumbled to himself.

While wondering around the complex, Maverick found what appeared to be a poster. Hmm... A dome that's meant to resemble the outside world… when it opens I better check for cameras. He continued walking, and stopped outside the door to the basement. Curiously, he heard voices, not just the usual scream. "So, this ones here for medical reasons as well?" A voice said. Maverick leaned in closer to the door. He could tell this was not ordinary. "Partially. It seems the treatment plan we had worked out for him failed. His body took the sudden loss of his paint and saw it as a problem, and focused most of his energy towards paint production. His body hasn't stopped though, and the overproduction is putting a massive strain on his artisan sack, which will ultimately lead to what we were trying to prevent." Hang on... paint!? That could mean only one thing…this is Jiro they're talking about! But what exactly are they trying to prevent? "That's not the only reason why he's here though." The doctor continued, "His battle simulation records have been off the charts. The fact that he knows a wide array of moves from several different pokemon gives him quite a good deal of potential... sadly, he seems to lack the self-confidence to make good use of that potential. We were thinking of merging him with a more aggressive type of pokemon, to promote some offensive improvement. Pity too. He's one of our most compliant experiments too... even if he had access to his full potential, we doubt he would use it against us..." "Alright, that seems a bit different to what I was expecting…" "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? ARE YOU PLANNING ON EXPLORING THE BASEMENT!? I'M AFRAID THAT'S NOT ALLOWED, YOU KNOW!" Maverick sighed. It seemed from now on he would never be able to eavesdrop on what was going on in the basement, which would make it harder for him. A lot harder. Maverick replied in a hushed tone, "No, you! This is a much easier way of finding out what's going on down there!" In reality, Maverick obviously already knew, but it was his best chance of getting rid of this super loud weirdo. "WELL, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO BE A LOT QUIETER THEN THAT TO GET AWAY WITH IT!" Maverick grinned, and then replied, "A deaf person could hear you over the noise of an explosion! You're the exact opposite of a quiet person!" To this, the annoying Loudred shouted, "WELL, BE A BIT QUIETER, THEN. I CAN PRACTICALLY HEAR A SCIENTIST CLIMBING UP THE STEPS!" Maverick put his head up to the door again, and heard, surprisingly, the sound of footsteps going up a flight of stairs. "Run!" Maverick shouted, in a panic. "NO WAY! WE CAN HOLD OUR OWN AGAINST THEM! THEY'RE JUST SCIENTISTS!" Maverick went into panic mode. "Alright, but it's your fault if you get caught! Mark my words, that place is deadly! If you want to live, run!" With that, he fled for his life, heading strait for the dining hall.He really wished that hybrid would quiet down sometimes. He could have been caught! When he reached the dining room, he sat down to eat his food, which tonight was just some sort of shapeless blob. Maverick wondered how this stuff passed for food! Man, these past few days have been interesting. I wonder what's in store tomorrow?

OOC:wow, definetly one of my longer posts. This one took three days to write!
 
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Armyguy0628- I'd say you were accepted, 'cause I had made an exception for you and Pika, but I need the RP Sample before I'm definite (yes, I shall read through it and scrutinize every word with a magnifying glass)

Pikataro- There's a lot of room for improvement, not to be mean or anything, but overall, its acceptable for me, being a rather lenient person.

Goulerbot- Good post! Yes, it is beyond your normal length, nothing wrong about it being longer though :)
 
(Heh. I promise to do a lot better. It was kinda hard for me to post with a flashback and all. I couldn't figure out how to do it really, so I just did the best I could. ^^')
 
got it!

RP sample:

The sunlight shone throughout the window and onto Dom's face. His appearace has changed since the Everyblast. He has a slight stubble around his chin and upper lip. The light that was shining in his eye made him stir in his bed. He yanked the covers above his head in a desperate attempt to get back to sleep.

In the three years that passed Dom had ammased a good sum of money from Gym battles and mini-tourneys. He used that money to revamp his house in Lavender Town. It was now a nice, quiet, two-story house on the outskirts of town.

Dom's pokemon were all downstairs. Farfetch'd was eating its breakfast. Machamp, Poliwrath and Ursaring were in the Training Room. Gengar and Marowak were watching TV. And Dragonite and Arcanine were outside, enjoying the fresh air.

After a few moments under the covers, Dom got out of bed and stretched. He headed downstairs and poured himself a bowl of cereal. He patted Farfetch'd on the head and headed into the living room.

Gengar and Marowak were watching their usual Staurday morning cartoons. That is, until Dom changed it to the news. the two yelled at Dom then slumped off outside with Dragonite and Arcanine.

"Heh, there just like kids.." Dom said to himself as he sipped his coffee. He sat back and ate his cereal, until something caught his eye.

It was a reporter on the news, they were mentioning something about a Grand Pokemon Tourney. "This Tourney is available to anyone and everyone that has gained at least 8 Gym Badges from any reigon!" The reporter said.

Dom changed his gaze form the TV to a plaque on his mantle. It was a luxurious clear box, with 8 small broache-like objects resting inside. Those were his 8 Gym badges.

Dom walked over to the plaque and thought to himself for a moment or two. Man, it's been so long since I've won these badges. Well, looks like there finnaly going to good use!

He removed the badges and pinned them into his inner jacket. He headed into the kitchen and got Farfetch'd, then to the Training Room to get Machamp, Ursaring and Poliwrath.

With those 4 he headed outside to get his other 4 pokemon. "Well guys, i can only take 6 of you with me. It was hard for me to choose, but Marowak and Ursaring, you guys have to stay here with my Grandparents. Ok?" Dom said.

The two nodded and headed off into town, towards Dom's Grandparent's house.

"Well guys, lets shove off!"
 
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Pikataro-Understood, it's hard to do a flashback (the memoir for English class I had to write was torture, and I love writing, so that's saying a lot.)

ArmyGuy0628- I've finished scrutinizing every word with a magnifying glass, pasted it onto Microsoft Word, in fact, to check spelling. You had virtually no spelling errors, save for pokemon names, which the computer doesn't recognize, besides that it was pretty good. You're Accepted!
 
((thanks! my only spelling errors tend to be when i type fast. i even looked over it, but no mispelled pokemon names caught my eye. which one was it?))
 
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