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- Castle Oblivion. ☆
- Seen Jun 8, 2007
Plot: One hundred and twenty years ago, the great fight between Mewtwo and Mew has ended. Peace at last. But ever since the fight... Mewtwo has been planning revenge. And all he needed was a single child. Mew, who suspected Mewtwo, did the same. This year is the year Jirachi awakens, and he needs a friend. The three legendary birds are getting reckless. What will become of the World?
Also, three ordinary kids have been chosen to become trainers... and the carriers of Jirachi, Mew, Mewtwo, Articuno, Zapdos and Moltres.
Let all Hell...
Break loose.
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Information
Mine
Name: Jullian Moore (Called Jule [Pronounced Jewl] by people)
Age: 13 years old
Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur
Eventual Pokemon Team: Venusaur (♀), Butterfree* (♀) (* indicates shiny), Pidgeot (♀), Jolteon (♀), Ninetales* (♀), Lapras (♀)
Legendary Pokemon You're Connected To: Mew and Moltres
Appearance: Chocolate brown colored slightly layered hair that reaches past her shoulders and has a slight curl at the end. Her "forehead bangs" turn to the right side of her face while chin length bangs curl around her face. She also has light brown to blonde highlights and dark brown eyes.
Outfit: A white cotton cotton tank top with a small picture of the American flag and the words Old Navy underneath in dark blue, a forest green body hugging hood less hoodie on that top that is zipped up and a strange brown sports bra like top with a hood that is on top of her jacket. She also has on dark blue jeans with a white sequined belt and forest green converse and silver hoop earrings to top it off. She has a forest green fanny pack to hold her supplies and poke-balls.
Personality: Very sarcastic and random. She also has a weird sense of humor and when angered she resorts to violence... She loves Pokemon and animals and is obsessed with dogs and wolves.
Bio: Jullian Moore's family consists of a mother, father and two annoying younger sisters. She can be smart when she wants to and is very tom-boyish and spunky. Not to mention violent. She can also read at an alarmingly fast rate.
RPG Sample:
A girl looking the age of twelve with brown hair and matching eyes stepped out of a modest sized home. She stretched before looking around. The weather was cool and the leaves still had some green in them. She decided to go into the forest and read a book, since the weather was to her liking. This girl is Julian Moore and her life is about to take an interesting twist.
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water&icepower
Name: Jason Broadwell (nick-named: Jay)
Age: 16
Starter Pokémon: Squirtle
Eventual Pokémon Team: Blastoise, Starmie, Vaporeon, Dewgong, Cloyster, Lapras
Legendary Pokémon Connected to: Jirachi & Zapdos
Appearance: Jason stands at 5'9 and has an athletic build due to his constant training with his water Pokémon and his love of water sports. He is slightly tanned and has brown spiky hair. His eyes are Sapphire Blue.
Outfit: He wears a black polo with navy blue cargo pants that are baggy and wears black sneakers. He also wears a Yin-Yang necklace.
Personality: Jason is reserved and modest, and can be arrogant at times. He is also very smart and has quite an amount of wit. When it comes to battles, he is always focused and determined to win. Even though he only trains two types of Pokémon, he trains his Pokémon really well to be hard to defeat even against Pokémon that are strong against his type (Water/Ice). If he loses, he brushes it off coolly and congratulates & thanks his opponent for a great match. His arrogance can sometimes inflate the big "ego" of his but he is only joking when he is in this mood and is pretty "down-to-earth." He also does a good job at hiding his emotions which can be a good thing and a bad thing. He is very friendly however, once he is comfortable with a person and gains his/her trust.
Bio: The Broadwell family was known for quite a while back when they owned a gym. His older sister was the gym leader and the gym was known to use Pokémon of the Water/Ice type. This was how Jason was influenced and loved these type of Pokémon. He always had enjoyed spending time with the Pokémon and learning about them once his sister was done battling for the day. Unfortunately, over time his parents had died in a plane crash, and a little while later sister had married someone and moved on with her life abandoning her gym leader commitment. He then lived with his grandmother. At the time Jason was still only nine years old and was too young to carry on as gym leader and this really upset him. And because of this the gym was left abandoned and was closed. The next 7 years, when he turned 16, he set out to be the best Water/Ice Pokémon trainer and eventually follow his family's footsteps and become a gym leader.
RPG Sample:
A boy of 16 was excited at the start of a day when he would finally start and become the best Water/Ice Pokémon trainer following his family's footsteps. He ran to the local professor's lab and already knew which starter Pokémon to choose. He got up early that day to make sure he was the first one to get it. His grandmother, let him go after his dream after delaying him a year and looked back… tears in her eyes, however, these were tears of joy and happiness for him. Jason would be beginning his ultimate Pokémon quest with unexpected surprises and events…
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Bell
Name: Laiza Tokuma (Lazer)
Age: 13
Starter Pokemon: Charmander
Eventual Pokemon Team: Cloyster, Charizard, Zangoose*, Houndoom, Mightyena, Manectric
Legendary Pokemon You're Connected To: Mewtwo & Articuno
Appearance: Laiza has short jet black hair, the general style is a messily gelled look with his bangs hiding most of his left eye, and a few strands hanging over the right eye. He has piercing pale blue eyes, and a tattoo drawn over his eye in what might look like a scar from a nasty cut. He has a pale chalky complexion, and always has a rather brooding expression on. His build is tall and lanky, bone and skin. His strength and muscle is enough for living daily life as a boy without getting teased day and night, but otherwise, is rather unimpressive. On his back is a long spiraling black tattoo.
Outfit: Laiza wears a baggy T-shirt that at the very least covers the most part of his upper thighs. This black T-shirt has white chinese lettering on it, saying, 'I am your pain'. (I know how to say that! xD) The T-shirt hangs on his bony shoulders, and hides the ribs that poke from his chest, while making him look less skinny then he really is. With a very dark pair of baggy navy jeans that sag on his thin waist, he wears a black belt that only barely keeps those jeans from falling off entirely. A pair of black and blue skater shoes completes his clothing attire.
For accessories, Laiza doesn't wear much besides two black sweatbands on his wrist, both with a white stripe down the side that faces outward, though these bands like to turn around by themselves as Laiza does day to day activities, bugging the everything out of him each time.
Personality: Laiza is, you guessed it, pessimistic and rude. His constant ability to give someone the cold shoulder is awe-inspiring, and he only grudgingly associate's himself with people when he has to. He doesn't let anyone call him by his real name, for the reason that it reminds him of his family, and reminding him of his family, is one of the many many ways to piss him off. Already having a short fuse, Laiza has zero tolerance, and zero patience. His rare signs of compassion are reserved for pokemon, and his pokemon only. Having been on his own for most of his life, he is a loner, and dislikes to be in the middle of conversations, much rathering that he talk or think to himself then other people. Laiza in fact, has secluded himself from people so often, that now, the only reason he leaves his house is for important things, such as his job at the local pokemart and groceries. He pays attention to the littlest things, details that don't always matter, and little things on the scenery, and he uses this combined with his logic to become a formidable opponent. He prefers to think and act on his own, teamwork not being one of his strongest points in life.
Bio: A long long time ago, Laiza lived in a happy family of four, his mother, father, older brother, and himself. He grew up constantly in the shadow of his great brother, a powerful trainer and a model student, altogether, what he liked to call, a 'Gary-sue', having spent much of his time learning funny words online. His brother would often try to get Laiza to do things with his life. But stubborn and rude, Laiza would always refuse, making him the 'black sheep' of the family. He treated himself as the black sheep as well, disliking being anywhere near his family, and dressing in black just to spite his family, getting the tattoo's on his back and eye to show his family that he wanted no part of their perfect existence.
After getting himself into a tauros stampede, Laiza's brother suffered heavy brain damage. This would be the very reason his entire family would shatter, and the entire reason he would be blamed for everything. Naturally being the one who shouldered the blame for everything without complaint, he simply took the fact that he had apparently pushed his brother into the stampede, because he was supposedly blind with jealousy. His Father, who had never been able to accept people that were less then perfect, blamed everything on Laiza, who merely shrugged it off. But his Mother caught on, and soon, arguments racked the house, day and night, over Laiza's brother, who now needed constant care and attention. It wasn't long before his parents got divorced, his father grudgingly taking Laiza, because for once, Laiza was ever so much more perfect then his brother.
Due to his father's excessive drinking after the family split, his father lost his job, forced to find another one in a less respectable place. The first idea upon his new boss's mind upon seeing Laiza was a living example. Therefore, at his age, this was how he recieved the tattoo on his eye, because in such an unlawful area as where his father's new job was located, something like giving this tattoo to such a young child wasn't frowned upon in the least. Although, very soon after recieving the tattoo on his eye, he was disgusted by the idea of recieving things similar all over himself, and decided to leave. His ideal life was laid before his eyes, and that was to be a sort of replica of his older brother, in a sort of tribute to him for ignoring him and shunning the one person who tried to help him in his life. Therefore, he picked the cleanest, yet cheapest apartment building he could find, picking the smallest room available, knowing that he himself wouldn't be able to pay for the rent in general. Though by helping out at the nearest pokemart, he earned enough money to buy himself food, most of which, was left uneaten. Sympathetic neighbors is the only reason his apartment is a moderately comfortable place.
He believes that he's more or less on his own, but as no 13 year old can truly be on their own, it is merely his own illusion. He recieves letters from both parents every now and then, through which he has learned that his father has stopped his drinking habit and regained his old position, therefore, not minding if Laiza moves to another apartment. Laiza, however, has no plans of moving to a different complex, and only has plans to leave on his own journey to become what his brother was, and maybe a little more.
RPG Sample:
A soft wind blew, rustling the leaves and trees of all that was around me. Not a single inch of cloth, hair, or flesh on me moved with the breeze. I closed my eyes, a pleased expression crossing my face as I lifted my head to face the crescent moon. I wasn't happy that the cool breeze was passing, bringing relief to a warm night in the dead of summer. I couldn't have been happy of this even if I wanted to be. I'd long forgotten what a breeze truly felt like. Opening my neon blue eyes that was perhaps the only thing that hadn't faded with my death, I stared unblinkingly at the bright moon in the pool of dark night sky.
I smiled softly, feeling the last remnants of my existence soothed by the sight. Turning my gaze to look at a statue of a girl who looked strikingly similar to me, I narrowed my eyes in annoyance as I noticed that parts of the statue had been chipped off, and that it was draped in layers of spider webs, and leaves. It wasn't a peaceful and mournful monument for the death of the richest family in town's daughter. It was a disgusting and vandalised grave. I could touch it, or I would fall into an eternal sleep, and no longer be able to haunt the one's who belittled my power.
The statue had the same wide eyes as me, but instead of carrying a sinister gleam to them as they did now, they were bright and cheerful. Time had wounded the bones that lied underneath the statue, and now, my pale white washed out skin and hair were traits I never carried millenia ago. I became known as the vengeful spirit to human's who were still alive and well, a ghost bent on revenge for a murder that was commited for the sole reason that I had been perfect in every way. I laughed, a high cackle that would wake up the entire city, sending shivers down their spine as the humans told their offspring that it was just their imaginations.
Last time I had heard a human say, 'it's that stupid witch again. I thought you destroyed her grave.' That family hadn't lived much longer then the moment the woman finished uttering her pathetic words. I was not stupid, in my time I was a child prodigy, and I was no witch. If anything I was an angel, putting those moronic beings out of their misery. If they were good enough, they may have even shared an existence with me. That night, the night those ignorant humans had breathed their last breath, I had discovered that, I had the odd ability to lift weapons. Weapons that existed while I was alive anyway. Like swords, and knives. That was the way the family of four had died that night. On the police reports it was 'slashed to death in a brutal murder'. In my headlines, it was, 'Taken to a better place, more worthy of idiotic beings such as they were'.
I had left the knife I'd used, stabbed right through the woman's heart, as it dripped crimson blood. For a passtime, I'd even taken out the old man's hammer and nails, hammering her wrists, ankles, and neck to the wooden floor, so that they'd have to stare at her empty eyes and blank expression that much longer- in order to 'put her to rest'. She would never rest after dying the way she did. But she'd never find her way to me either.
Also, three ordinary kids have been chosen to become trainers... and the carriers of Jirachi, Mew, Mewtwo, Articuno, Zapdos and Moltres.
Let all Hell...
Break loose.
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Information
Mine
Name: Jullian Moore (Called Jule [Pronounced Jewl] by people)
Age: 13 years old
Starter Pokemon: Bulbasaur
Eventual Pokemon Team: Venusaur (♀), Butterfree* (♀) (* indicates shiny), Pidgeot (♀), Jolteon (♀), Ninetales* (♀), Lapras (♀)
Legendary Pokemon You're Connected To: Mew and Moltres
Appearance: Chocolate brown colored slightly layered hair that reaches past her shoulders and has a slight curl at the end. Her "forehead bangs" turn to the right side of her face while chin length bangs curl around her face. She also has light brown to blonde highlights and dark brown eyes.
Outfit: A white cotton cotton tank top with a small picture of the American flag and the words Old Navy underneath in dark blue, a forest green body hugging hood less hoodie on that top that is zipped up and a strange brown sports bra like top with a hood that is on top of her jacket. She also has on dark blue jeans with a white sequined belt and forest green converse and silver hoop earrings to top it off. She has a forest green fanny pack to hold her supplies and poke-balls.
Personality: Very sarcastic and random. She also has a weird sense of humor and when angered she resorts to violence... She loves Pokemon and animals and is obsessed with dogs and wolves.
Bio: Jullian Moore's family consists of a mother, father and two annoying younger sisters. She can be smart when she wants to and is very tom-boyish and spunky. Not to mention violent. She can also read at an alarmingly fast rate.
RPG Sample:
A girl looking the age of twelve with brown hair and matching eyes stepped out of a modest sized home. She stretched before looking around. The weather was cool and the leaves still had some green in them. She decided to go into the forest and read a book, since the weather was to her liking. This girl is Julian Moore and her life is about to take an interesting twist.
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water&icepower
Name: Jason Broadwell (nick-named: Jay)
Age: 16
Starter Pokémon: Squirtle
Eventual Pokémon Team: Blastoise, Starmie, Vaporeon, Dewgong, Cloyster, Lapras
Legendary Pokémon Connected to: Jirachi & Zapdos
Appearance: Jason stands at 5'9 and has an athletic build due to his constant training with his water Pokémon and his love of water sports. He is slightly tanned and has brown spiky hair. His eyes are Sapphire Blue.
Outfit: He wears a black polo with navy blue cargo pants that are baggy and wears black sneakers. He also wears a Yin-Yang necklace.
Personality: Jason is reserved and modest, and can be arrogant at times. He is also very smart and has quite an amount of wit. When it comes to battles, he is always focused and determined to win. Even though he only trains two types of Pokémon, he trains his Pokémon really well to be hard to defeat even against Pokémon that are strong against his type (Water/Ice). If he loses, he brushes it off coolly and congratulates & thanks his opponent for a great match. His arrogance can sometimes inflate the big "ego" of his but he is only joking when he is in this mood and is pretty "down-to-earth." He also does a good job at hiding his emotions which can be a good thing and a bad thing. He is very friendly however, once he is comfortable with a person and gains his/her trust.
Bio: The Broadwell family was known for quite a while back when they owned a gym. His older sister was the gym leader and the gym was known to use Pokémon of the Water/Ice type. This was how Jason was influenced and loved these type of Pokémon. He always had enjoyed spending time with the Pokémon and learning about them once his sister was done battling for the day. Unfortunately, over time his parents had died in a plane crash, and a little while later sister had married someone and moved on with her life abandoning her gym leader commitment. He then lived with his grandmother. At the time Jason was still only nine years old and was too young to carry on as gym leader and this really upset him. And because of this the gym was left abandoned and was closed. The next 7 years, when he turned 16, he set out to be the best Water/Ice Pokémon trainer and eventually follow his family's footsteps and become a gym leader.
RPG Sample:
A boy of 16 was excited at the start of a day when he would finally start and become the best Water/Ice Pokémon trainer following his family's footsteps. He ran to the local professor's lab and already knew which starter Pokémon to choose. He got up early that day to make sure he was the first one to get it. His grandmother, let him go after his dream after delaying him a year and looked back… tears in her eyes, however, these were tears of joy and happiness for him. Jason would be beginning his ultimate Pokémon quest with unexpected surprises and events…
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Bell
Name: Laiza Tokuma (Lazer)
Age: 13
Starter Pokemon: Charmander
Eventual Pokemon Team: Cloyster, Charizard, Zangoose*, Houndoom, Mightyena, Manectric
Legendary Pokemon You're Connected To: Mewtwo & Articuno
Appearance: Laiza has short jet black hair, the general style is a messily gelled look with his bangs hiding most of his left eye, and a few strands hanging over the right eye. He has piercing pale blue eyes, and a tattoo drawn over his eye in what might look like a scar from a nasty cut. He has a pale chalky complexion, and always has a rather brooding expression on. His build is tall and lanky, bone and skin. His strength and muscle is enough for living daily life as a boy without getting teased day and night, but otherwise, is rather unimpressive. On his back is a long spiraling black tattoo.
Outfit: Laiza wears a baggy T-shirt that at the very least covers the most part of his upper thighs. This black T-shirt has white chinese lettering on it, saying, 'I am your pain'. (I know how to say that! xD) The T-shirt hangs on his bony shoulders, and hides the ribs that poke from his chest, while making him look less skinny then he really is. With a very dark pair of baggy navy jeans that sag on his thin waist, he wears a black belt that only barely keeps those jeans from falling off entirely. A pair of black and blue skater shoes completes his clothing attire.
For accessories, Laiza doesn't wear much besides two black sweatbands on his wrist, both with a white stripe down the side that faces outward, though these bands like to turn around by themselves as Laiza does day to day activities, bugging the everything out of him each time.
Personality: Laiza is, you guessed it, pessimistic and rude. His constant ability to give someone the cold shoulder is awe-inspiring, and he only grudgingly associate's himself with people when he has to. He doesn't let anyone call him by his real name, for the reason that it reminds him of his family, and reminding him of his family, is one of the many many ways to piss him off. Already having a short fuse, Laiza has zero tolerance, and zero patience. His rare signs of compassion are reserved for pokemon, and his pokemon only. Having been on his own for most of his life, he is a loner, and dislikes to be in the middle of conversations, much rathering that he talk or think to himself then other people. Laiza in fact, has secluded himself from people so often, that now, the only reason he leaves his house is for important things, such as his job at the local pokemart and groceries. He pays attention to the littlest things, details that don't always matter, and little things on the scenery, and he uses this combined with his logic to become a formidable opponent. He prefers to think and act on his own, teamwork not being one of his strongest points in life.
Bio: A long long time ago, Laiza lived in a happy family of four, his mother, father, older brother, and himself. He grew up constantly in the shadow of his great brother, a powerful trainer and a model student, altogether, what he liked to call, a 'Gary-sue', having spent much of his time learning funny words online. His brother would often try to get Laiza to do things with his life. But stubborn and rude, Laiza would always refuse, making him the 'black sheep' of the family. He treated himself as the black sheep as well, disliking being anywhere near his family, and dressing in black just to spite his family, getting the tattoo's on his back and eye to show his family that he wanted no part of their perfect existence.
After getting himself into a tauros stampede, Laiza's brother suffered heavy brain damage. This would be the very reason his entire family would shatter, and the entire reason he would be blamed for everything. Naturally being the one who shouldered the blame for everything without complaint, he simply took the fact that he had apparently pushed his brother into the stampede, because he was supposedly blind with jealousy. His Father, who had never been able to accept people that were less then perfect, blamed everything on Laiza, who merely shrugged it off. But his Mother caught on, and soon, arguments racked the house, day and night, over Laiza's brother, who now needed constant care and attention. It wasn't long before his parents got divorced, his father grudgingly taking Laiza, because for once, Laiza was ever so much more perfect then his brother.
Due to his father's excessive drinking after the family split, his father lost his job, forced to find another one in a less respectable place. The first idea upon his new boss's mind upon seeing Laiza was a living example. Therefore, at his age, this was how he recieved the tattoo on his eye, because in such an unlawful area as where his father's new job was located, something like giving this tattoo to such a young child wasn't frowned upon in the least. Although, very soon after recieving the tattoo on his eye, he was disgusted by the idea of recieving things similar all over himself, and decided to leave. His ideal life was laid before his eyes, and that was to be a sort of replica of his older brother, in a sort of tribute to him for ignoring him and shunning the one person who tried to help him in his life. Therefore, he picked the cleanest, yet cheapest apartment building he could find, picking the smallest room available, knowing that he himself wouldn't be able to pay for the rent in general. Though by helping out at the nearest pokemart, he earned enough money to buy himself food, most of which, was left uneaten. Sympathetic neighbors is the only reason his apartment is a moderately comfortable place.
He believes that he's more or less on his own, but as no 13 year old can truly be on their own, it is merely his own illusion. He recieves letters from both parents every now and then, through which he has learned that his father has stopped his drinking habit and regained his old position, therefore, not minding if Laiza moves to another apartment. Laiza, however, has no plans of moving to a different complex, and only has plans to leave on his own journey to become what his brother was, and maybe a little more.
RPG Sample:
A soft wind blew, rustling the leaves and trees of all that was around me. Not a single inch of cloth, hair, or flesh on me moved with the breeze. I closed my eyes, a pleased expression crossing my face as I lifted my head to face the crescent moon. I wasn't happy that the cool breeze was passing, bringing relief to a warm night in the dead of summer. I couldn't have been happy of this even if I wanted to be. I'd long forgotten what a breeze truly felt like. Opening my neon blue eyes that was perhaps the only thing that hadn't faded with my death, I stared unblinkingly at the bright moon in the pool of dark night sky.
I smiled softly, feeling the last remnants of my existence soothed by the sight. Turning my gaze to look at a statue of a girl who looked strikingly similar to me, I narrowed my eyes in annoyance as I noticed that parts of the statue had been chipped off, and that it was draped in layers of spider webs, and leaves. It wasn't a peaceful and mournful monument for the death of the richest family in town's daughter. It was a disgusting and vandalised grave. I could touch it, or I would fall into an eternal sleep, and no longer be able to haunt the one's who belittled my power.
The statue had the same wide eyes as me, but instead of carrying a sinister gleam to them as they did now, they were bright and cheerful. Time had wounded the bones that lied underneath the statue, and now, my pale white washed out skin and hair were traits I never carried millenia ago. I became known as the vengeful spirit to human's who were still alive and well, a ghost bent on revenge for a murder that was commited for the sole reason that I had been perfect in every way. I laughed, a high cackle that would wake up the entire city, sending shivers down their spine as the humans told their offspring that it was just their imaginations.
Last time I had heard a human say, 'it's that stupid witch again. I thought you destroyed her grave.' That family hadn't lived much longer then the moment the woman finished uttering her pathetic words. I was not stupid, in my time I was a child prodigy, and I was no witch. If anything I was an angel, putting those moronic beings out of their misery. If they were good enough, they may have even shared an existence with me. That night, the night those ignorant humans had breathed their last breath, I had discovered that, I had the odd ability to lift weapons. Weapons that existed while I was alive anyway. Like swords, and knives. That was the way the family of four had died that night. On the police reports it was 'slashed to death in a brutal murder'. In my headlines, it was, 'Taken to a better place, more worthy of idiotic beings such as they were'.
I had left the knife I'd used, stabbed right through the woman's heart, as it dripped crimson blood. For a passtime, I'd even taken out the old man's hammer and nails, hammering her wrists, ankles, and neck to the wooden floor, so that they'd have to stare at her empty eyes and blank expression that much longer- in order to 'put her to rest'. She would never rest after dying the way she did. But she'd never find her way to me either.
I WILL NOT BE TAKING ANYMORE SIGN UP SHEETS.
RPG WILL START JULY 8th OR JULY 9th
RPG WILL START JULY 8th OR JULY 9th
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