Hey, am I still allowed to join? Where does this actually take place?
I'm compiling my character if I am still allowed to join...
Name: Ember Firestone
Age: 18
Gender: female
Morph: Ninetales (Pyra)
Appearance: Ember's appearance was greatly affected by her morph. She retained her height of 5 foot 8 inches, but she became inexplicably light, merely 94 pounds. This makes her incredibly swift and agile and has even increased her flexibility and balance. Her hair is blonde, long and flowing with red ends. She has nine tails (duh) coming out of her lower back. Her teeth are extremely sharp, as are her fingernails (which have turned black), and she is relatively strong. She has a tendency to growl when annoyed and bear her teeth when angry. She sometimes stands or runs on all four legs and, if she gets enough momentum, she can jump to great heights. Her sense of smell and taste have been greatly heightened as was her ability to see in the dark. Her eyes are a piercing red that seem solemn, wise and frightening at the same time. She can easily figure out exactly what you are thinking.
She wears a short V-neck red dress with black jeans underneath and silver colored boots. Because the dress would be covering her tails, she keeps the extra fabric knotted off to the side. Her hair is usually down and curly, but when she wants it out of the way she either puts it into a braid or a bun.
Personality: She is not very social and would prefer to be alone. More often than not, Ember spends the night lying on her back staring up at the moon and seldom seems to actually sleep. She will, however, give her life for someone who she has spent enough time with to become a friend. She is usually calm, but her temper can flare up at any moment, usually at the mention of her past. She is not very excitable, but enjoys the thrill of battling or the hunting of someone's trail (a little too much). It is unknown whether her Pokemon or human personality is dominant at any given time, for it seems like (even though they are mentally bound) only one is in control at a time. When it does seem to be more her in control, she is much more sarcastic, but also much more easy-going.
Background: Ember does not reveal much about her past. It is known, however, that she was a Gym Leader for a short period of time, having taken it from a past leader. She became corrupt and morphed. She then saw that their tyrannic rule was self-destructive and realized that what she was doing was hurting her family and her entire region. She abandoned her gym, which was soon picked up by its original leader, and went off to try and repair what she had done.
Attacks:
Dark Pulse
Iron Tail
Fire Blast
Calm Mind
Additional Information: Ember is not an open person, but if she finds that she trusts someone, she can't help but tell them everything. Otherwise, she reveals nothing about herself. Before she morphed, Ember enjoyed swimming the days away, but since she morphed she has had difficulty swimming because her tails weigh her down whenever they get wet (either that or the water evaporites). Her fifth attack... hmm... should I say it?
RP sample:
Ember's eyes snapped open. Nausea swept over her and she leaned forward, pressing her fevered forehead against the metal door of the... the morphing chamber. Her thoughts cleared and she realized that her transformation was completed. She looked down at her hands, which appeared to be unchanged, wondering if it had worked.
Yes Ember, the machine worked. We have morphed.
It took Ember a moment before she realized that it was her Pokémon Pyra speaking. Ember's heart clenched at how deeply hurt and lonely the voice sounded to her. But more than anything, Pyra sounded disappointed.
The door to the chamber unlocked and swung open, revealing the female scientist responsible for her morph. The scientist smiled slightly and looked her over. She jotted down several notes on her clipboard and motioned for Ember to step out. She handed Ember a robe, which she quickly garbed herself with, awkwardly draping the fabric over the nine tails that were now protruding from her lower back.
"Your morph is successful, Miss Firestone. There do not seem to be any side-effects that could do you harm and your form seems stable."
Ember nodded and looked around, noticing how... different everything looked. She could see every scratch, every slight indent on the walls and floor. The fibers of the robe she wore were easily identifiable as cotton, and the scent of bleach dwelled on it and stung her nose. She was suddenly aware of how deliberate every movement her body was and how she balanced so evenly. So lightly.
Ember smiled. She had become a PokéMorph.