Pokemon: The Elementals (PG-14)

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GP, Just A Question.

When Do Me And FrozenSnowman Start?
 
BPR we'll start when we start, I have to at least have my sign-up first ^^; I'm working on my sign-up now, I've been busy, highschool only gives me so much free time ^-^;

Mira: You are Aprooved, Just add a personality to your character.

Name: Melody Light

Age: 17

Element: Sun

Pokemon Traits: Being part Espeon, Melody has a certain elegance around her, she has a sun birth mark on her forehead, two espeon ears, and a long elegant Espeon tail stemming out from the base of her tail. Along with such things, she has the ability to life objects with her psychic powers, however she can't do it for very long. She draws most of her energy from the sun itself, and on a clear sunny day her eyes are a bright golden color, while on an overcast day her eyes are a dull grey. The rays of the sun also determine how powerful she is, the more powerful the rays, the more powerful she is. Being part Espeon, she also has light lavendar hair, and a fascination for anything lavender. She also has the ability to see into the future, only for a few seconds though, and it leaves her weakened afterwards, depending on how long she used the power, it could even possibly kill her.

Appearance: Starting with her height, she stands about 5"1, and weight wise she is rather underweight, only weighing around 89 pounds, most people would think Melody was anoerixic, it it not been for the fact, when she eats, she wolfs her food down by the handfuls. Her hair is a light lavender color which extends down to her shoulder. her skin is a light peachy color, most of it is covered by a long sleeved white shirt, that has a large sun print on it. She wheres a mini-skirt, that sometimes seems almsot non-existnace since it's so short, however she has been known to where pants if it's cold enough. She wheres high heal boots, and is surprisingly good at running in them.

Appearance and Powers when activated.

Stage 1: Her eyes turn gold, and the air around her begins light up, and she is able to lift heavy objects with her psychic powers, and is able to see into the future for long periods of time, and her healing powers are amplified if under the sun.

Stage 2: Her hair turns a light gold, and she is able to shoot psybeams from the her hands, and her speed is amplified by about 10-50% depending on the suns rays, and she has become unresponsive to normal conversation, she is only intent on the battle, depending if she's outside or not serious wounds will begin to heal.

Stage 3: The third and final stage she is engulfed in a bright yellow aurua, and she is able to shoot psybeams from her forehead and hands, heal any wound, see into the future, and gain the ability to mold light to her advantage either using it as a weapon or to heal something, however these powers come with drawbacks, these powers cause internal injuries, and can even kill her.

Personality: Melody is rather hotheaded, and is angered quite easily depending on the situation, she will yell and scream at the person, and eventually get physical with the person. She has been known to be soft and sweet, but never shows this side, sicne she thinks it is a sign of weakness, despite these facts she absolutely loves to party, and would love to party her little heart out. Melody is also rather tomboyish, and she only wheres the skirt because she couldn't find anything better to where when she went looknig for clothes when she woke up. Anyway, Melody despises any type of feminine act, and thinks acting like a girl is a sign of weakness. Despite these facts she has been known to become paranoid at the oddest moments, and is subjected to mood swings in these situations, she can go from being angry, to crying depending on the situation. These quirks is something Melody hates about herself, she is mainly afraid of being weak, and can be rather ignorant and thick headed at times.

RP Sample: Do-I-really-Need-This?

Alright with my sign=up up you may start ^^;
 
W-what? How'd that happen?! Well anyway... It's up now ^.^'
 
I'd like to reserve the martial (which I suppose is fighting) as long as Mira is okay with it (as we would be the opposite element)

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Name: Eli Weston Greer

Gender: Male

Age: 15

Element: Martial (Fighting)

Pokemon Traits: Looking at Eli with his normal attire, you couldn't tell that he was similar to any Pokemon at all. But, taking a close look, you can see many Pokemon-like details all over his body. Underneath his beret, you can see small, blue points that look like ears, but truly aren't (Similar to Riolu). He generally wears gloves to cover his knuckles, which come to a sharp point, which is generally why he rarely throws a punch. He has long, slender legs that look nearly un-human. He is very aware of his surroundings, always alert of when people are around him. He seems to know when fights arise during school, even before they start. He is aware of his mysterious powers, which is why he usually is calm outside when he feels mad. He is fast, and can run twice – or even three times – as much and as long than any normal person. His bright green eyes usually reveal his real thoughts on things, which is why he usually keeps to himself. He realizes that the fire burning in his soul – the bane of his existence – seems to lose strength when he goes without food or water. Overall, Eli is very flexible, swift, and would hold good in any fight, but he rarely gets into fights because he is aware of his amazing power to constantly injure his would-be victims – or worse – kill them.

Appearance: Eli is very a healthy-looking, tall young man. He is at a good weight for his age, and is only slightly taller than the average child of his age. He has very flush, healthy skin, and looks as if he has spent hours under the sun. He has signs of acne, though not as bad as most kids his age. He has a few scars from when he was young; from when he had a bad case of the chicken pox, which escalated very quickly to a terrible case of shingles. All of the itching was worse than most kids, too, because his knuckles had formed into spikes, similar to those on most fighting Pokemon. He wears a beret to cover his earlike structures on the top of his head, and fingerless gloves to cover his un-human like knuckles. Besides covering up his Pokemon-like blemishes, he wears long blue-jeans and a gray short-sleeved shirt. He wears bleach-white tennis shoes – which I might add are size 14 – and ankle-high socks. He has long and natural bleach-white hair witch is cut above the collar of his shirt, and is slightly over his ears. He doesn't wear any jewelry, except for a small neck-chain which is silver, and seems to emanate his power.

Personality: Eli is calm whenever things around him are calm. Eli generally doesn't follow people and has a leader personality. His mood changes as the mood of those around him changes. If it is a rainy day, he will most likely be gloomy, but on a bright day he will be happy and calm. Whenever something sad, devastating, happy, or joyous happens, he usually won't show much emotion. A good way to describe his personality is if the weather is good, he's good, but if the weather is gloomy, he's gloomy. Because of his rather large size, most people don't get to actually know him, they skip over him because they are scared that he would harm them. Though he has his efforts not to fight, he gets a darks side when someone threatens him. People learn that despite his laid back person, he can get mad fairly easily. Outwardly to everyone Eli is very calm and shy, but those who really get to know him will see that he can be very open and talkative, quite the opposite of his normal, laid back personality. Eli is loyal to everyone around him and when he is around strangers, he tends to try to be cool and mysteries to make a good impression, but he usually fails.

Brief Description of Powers and Appearance When Your Power is Activated: The first thing that happens when Eli's powers activate, Eli's hat and gloves dissipate into his skin and his earlike structures atop his head grow to the size of Lucario's and take over Eli's sense of hearing. He is able to hear twice as well as he does normally.
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Then, as his powers escalate even more, the spikes on each knuckle join as one and grow to twice the size as the spike on Lucario's hands. His feet grow smaller and his legs skinnier.
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His eyes then grow bigger, turning a deep brown. His other senses, besides his hearing and sight, then get stronger. Eli is able to see for miles, he can hear even the slightest whisper from miles away, he can smell any and every sense, and he gains a sixth sense, the ability to gather energy that is otherwise unusable.
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Next, a great aura forms around him. The aura surrounds him and blends in with his every surrounding, making him nearly invisible. This allows him to sneak up on anyone and everyone as he wishes. He can conceal himself from anyone and cause people's senses to die down, so they can't hear, see, feel, or even smell him coming. After a while, this aura becomes uncontrollable, and he can't show himself to even those that he wants to show himself to. The only way that he can cause the aura to die is by un-doing every other stage.
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Next, Eli becomes very flexible and strong. He is able to run even five times faster than usual. He gains infinite energy, and is able to nearly kill anyone with a single hit. Just simply touching someone or something causes energy to emanate from his hands which causes the object or person that he touched to be literally blown away. The aura seems to cause anyone who touches him – or anyone who he touches – to be sent to about a twenty foot radius away from him. Sadly, Eli can't control anything from this stage on, therefore causing him to become a path of destruction.
RP Sample:
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I hope that works XD
 
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@~Symphony, your sign-up clearly tops pikalovers in my standards, so your in with martial, and pika lvoe if you would liek to change to time then you can be in ^^; and this is the opening post nao :]

Chapter 1: The dawning day​

"The sun and moon, ellipsed in darkness, one cannot not survive without the other." A voice echoed in the darkened forest, as a small creek traveled downwards, and the babbling sounds of the creek filled the forest, several pokemon had gathered in one place looking over a body, who was clearly unconscious, and not moving. he pokemon looked at each other in worry, as if they knew the importance of this one person. The sun was slowly rising over the hills, and as the suns rays decended upon the forest, it was apparent it had been ravaged by forest fires, and it was very difficult to live here. The pidgeys cooed gently and nuzzled the unconscious girl, as the rays of the glistening sun finally hit the girl, her body glowed with a elegance, like no other, and at last the girls body showed signs of movement, and the pokemon around her scattered in a panic. The girls lavender hair was in her face, covering her beautifully tinted golden eyes, as she slowly awakened from her deep slumber.

"Nggh..Morning already?" The girl whispered as she got to her feet and went to the creek, two long elegant espeon ears were flat against her head, and a long,yet elegant espeon tail tragged on the ground, as she stepped amoungst the burned foliage. She finally came to a stop, and sat down, looking at her face in the creek and washed it gently with the cool water. "What am I doing here? I don't remember anything." The girl cooed to herself as she shook the water from her hands, and got up, looked around, and saw the ravaged forest. It was apparent that a deadly forest fire had come through here, and the pokemon were desperatly trying to fix it, but there was little food left, and several pokemon looked weakened and sick.

"Was I hear when there was a forest fire?" She asked herself, trying to quell her arrising fears, what had happened to her? Who was she? What had happened here? So many question roused in the girls brain. "My name is Melody? yes, thats all I remember My name is Melody." Melody whispered as she began to leave the dead forest, she saw many starly and pidgey trying to fix the forest, in a desperate hurry, she also saw the many sick pokemon that lay in the forest, their bodies ravaged with burns, some were to surely die.

"What happened here...It's so, worn down, almost as if it's dead, like this place has lost the will to live..." She stumbled her way across the broken branches, and burned down trees, it was truly a frightening this when several pichu were trying to nurse, a burned mother pikachu back to health. Melody ran to the pikachu's side, something inside her urked her to help, as if some type of mysterious power told her to heal the pikachu.

"It's worth a shot...." She whispered, as she looked at the suns rays, the sun mark on her forehead glew with an extravagant color, and her hands lit up in a golden light. "I'll heal your mother don't worry." She soothed the two crying baby Pichu's. She placed her hand on the burned pikachu, and just liek that the burns around her dissappeared in a golden light, and the mother pikachu looked at her two offspring and nuzzled them, as the two pichu wept with joy, and then looked at melody, and seemed to say 'Thank you' and the family scrambled off. Melody smiled and continued on her way, walking amoungst the dead foliage, trying not to look at all the pokemon who were desperatly trying to heal their mates, children, or parents back to health, however Melody only had enough energy at the moment to heal one pokemon, she wished she could do something but she couldn't, so she just closed her eyes stumbling through the forest.

Soon enough she entered the field, anger boiled within her as she looked back at the forest, she yelled out. "WHO DID THIS TO THIS PLACE?!!!!" She yelled angerly fuming around, in a comedic humour , it seemed to her to be a rightous justice, but it wasn't, she was only get angered for no reason. As she fumed around the large field she noticed this place was completely frozen over, several pokemon were frozen in it's path, merely icicles, Melody gasped in horror, but soon a overwhelming feeling of comfort came over her, and she whispered something.

"They are is near, I must find them...." She whispered as she stumbled into the only alive place in the field, it wasn't ravaged by a fire, or frozen over by ice. It was a beautiful flower guarden filled with various colorful flowers, and Melody walked over to it. "They will be here soon, and soon enough, I will find the moon...."

ooc: There, I mentioned a bit of melodys personality but I can't do that much at the moment, so I'm off guys, I won't be here for a week, so I'm leaving Umbreongirl, diegoyayi, and eletj in charge.
 
Chapter One

Chapter One ​


"You are one of them," a voice whispered in a young man's head. Quickly the boy, who had forgotten his name, shuddered awake wondering where he was; who he was.

"You are one of them," the voice whispered again.

"Who am I?" the boy asked to the mysterious voice in his head.

"Who are you!" the voice replied, as if surprised that he didn't know, "You are one of them," the voice took a pause then said, "You are Eli Greer – the martial elemental!"

Then, immediately, Eli fell down, knocking his head against the floor of the – wherever he was. Then, hoards of Pokemon came out from their hiding places, and tried to care for their master elemental, though they were terribly injured themselves.

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Eli once again woke up, this time with no signs of the voice. He quickly came to his senses and bolted up right. This time, he noticed his surroundings. He was in what looked like it was once a desert. The land was covered with raging wildfires. Wait, no, now it is covered in a thick layer of ice. It keeps changing. Eli sensed signs of fighting around him, which quickly came and went. Then, again, Eli's senses spiked, and the smell of fighting in the air was unbearable. He took seven deep breaths, calming himself, praying that he wouldn't have to become his true self.

Eli quickly got up from his sitting position and fully noticed the terrible tragedy that had overcome this place. He could see Pokemon, cringing and crying in fear and pain. They were dying, slowly loosing their will of life. Eli had had this feeling before, which he had just remembered. He remembered the pain of loosing his inner will of survival. The fire that always burnt in his soul had died down, just like the fire that now burns in the souls of the Pokemon surrounding him. Eli felt for them and knew what they were going through. He bent down, next to a Sandshrew who was trying to keep warm by cuddling next to his dead mother. Eli reached his hands over the two, and felt the amazing power starting to emanate from his hands. Then, cutting through Eli's thoughts, which were concentrating on healing the Pokemon a voice said,

"Don't do it, master,"

"Don't do what?" Eli said, before realizing that the voice was in his head.

Then, Eli became weary thinking that it was the same voice that had haunted him earlier, causing him to double over in pain; causing him to fall into the world of unconsciousness. Then Eli listened to the voice closer and realized that it wasn't the same voice. It was deeper, bolder; stronger. It was a voice of none other than a Lucario, a being that Eli was very similar to. The voice made Eli remember his fake ears atop his head and the spiked knuckles that made him wear the gloves. The voice made Eli remember the terrible things that happen when he becomes his true self – a ravaging, evil, terrible creator of mass destruction.

"Don't heal those Pokemon," the Lucario told Eli, "You are too weak. You will never succeed, and even if you did try – and did succeed, you would be sent into a pit of horror known as unconsciousness,"

"What?!" Eli thought, "But I am strong! I am the elemental of martial arts!"

"You very well are, but an evil being has taken over, and caused these terrible happenings,"

"Why am I not strong - like I used to be?"

But the Lucario didn't answer, as if the soul was whisked away in wisp of wind. Then, the other voice came back into Eli's head, haunting him once again.

"Join them, Eli. Accept who you are. Accept the fact that you are the elemental of martial arts. You must find your alter ego; you must find the psychic elemental. Without her, you are nothing, nothing but a mere human,"

Then, once again as the voice left, so did Eli's consciousness.

[OOC: I hope that that is a good lenght!]
 
(ooc: Here is the pre-RP quote from one of my characters. Enjoy.)

Humanity doesn't want us, but it needs us anyway. Without us, everything will fall into chaos... oh, wait... too late.

-Elliot Alcoria

Chapter 1: The Dawn of a New Era!

(Unknown Location)

You see three men, one of thich was driving the truck, filled with rare, and semi-rare pokemon. "Well, today has been a good day, eh?" Asked the man driving the truck. The second man made symbold with his hands, american sign-language.

"Yes, I can't believe it was so easy." Signed the mute man, agreeing with the first man, but the last man was staring out the window, not really paying attention to any of it.

"Hey, David. What's the matter?" Asken the man who was driving. "With what we have, no one can stop us! And as soon as we can get the slave collars on them, we will have an unstoppable army!"

"Well, Edward. I don't like to lose. I don't want to go back to the big house!" Yelled David in panic. "There are so many crazies there! I almost went mad myself! Weird stuff happens in there! Even the people that have been there for decades are scared! And whenever one of the cops takes an innocent man, he's never seen again!"

"Chillax." Said Edward as he turned the truck into the dirt. "You need to calm down, you're loosing it." Edward opened the door and walked out, to get some fresh air, and to stretch his legs. The mute, and David both walked out, the latter actually shaking in fear.

"Relax, nothing is going to happen." Signed the mute man calmly, but David couldn't take it.

"I-I-I-I don't want to go back!" Yelled David, but Edward stomped up to David and took out his gun.

"If you don't calm down... I will make you calm down." Said Edward, but when David couldn't stop shaking and panicking, Edward shot him through the heart. The mute man just stared on, not particularly surprised.

"... Did you have to do that?" Asked the mute man. Edward just snorted before getting back into the truck.

"He would have wanted that." Said Edward as the mute man also sat down. "He was asking for the electric chair in the prison, he was that afraid of the prison he was in." Edward started the truck and drove it down the highway, towards their destination.

(ooc: Now, you must be wondering when Elliot comes in... right? I know you do. The whole chapter so far has had nothing to do with him yet. He's coming, don't worry, he'll be here soon.)

After two hours, the truck swerved into a diner, so that they could get some gas, and a bite to eat. First one out was Edward, then the mute man. "Well, today will be a great day." Said Edward as he noticed the sun coming up. The two walked into the diner, and bumped into a small teenager. He had to have been 4'9" tall, which is pretty small, compared to Edward's 6'4". "Hey, kid! Move out of the way.

The teen looked at Edward, before turning around, not worried about the man who was using his height as an advantage. "Didn't you hear me? MOVE!"

"... Make me." Said the boy in a rude tone of voice. Edward growled before shouting.

"You're a pest. Just move!" Edward tried to push the boy out of the way, but the boy grabbed his hand, with his own bandaged one. "Grr... n-no way! You can't be stronger then me!" And with that, Edward tried to hit the boy, but he skillfully dodged, and with his hold on the thief, he dragged him along, before jumping over him, and slamming his feet into Edward's chest. The weird thing is, that there were burn marks where the boy kicked him. "AAAH!"

The mute man just stared, taking all of this in. 'This boy reminds me of Ryu, and Andrew.' Thought the man before backing up a bit. 'This could mean trouble.' He walked calmly out of the cafe, leaving Edward alone.

"Mark! Get over here and help me!" Yelled Edward, but Mark was gone, leaving him to suffer through the humiliation of losing to a pint-sized 14 year old.

(ooc: "Hey!" Yelled the boy)

"And you are finished. If you continue, I will be forced to use fatal force." Said the boy before turning to face Edward. "Not like you're worth it." This one sentence enraged Edward, as he grabbed his gun, but before he could fire, the boy was right next to the man, his leg up, like he was bringing it down from a kick, and strangely enough, the gun slammed into the wall, like it was kicked. "I warned you."

"What are you?" Asked Edward as he backed up slowly, the other diners staring at the commotion.

"I am Elliot Alcoria... your executioner." Said the boy now known as Elliot as he kicked Edward out of the door, before firing a blast of fire at the gas pumps, making them explode, killing Edward quickly. "And that is that." But in his head, he was thinking. 'How did I do that?'

(ooc: That is the end of that... recognize someone from another RP?_)
 
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Choose Green ;D

"Stop running, you prick! C'mon, say that again! I dare you!"
A man with the body of a massive elephant and the speed of a nifty jaguar trotted down one of the few green areas in the whole region. His face was blood red, his eyes were dilated, his muscles tense and his hands curled up in fists. The man had his large, dark, round eyes set on a male who, on the other hand, had the body of a gazelle and the speed of a fainted walrus. The prey character skillfully, but in a rather clumsy way at the same time, leapt through the trees and bushes to build a path away from the hunter. A good watcher could say, too, that it seemed like the plants moved out of his way whenever he was going to go through; and instead of returning to their normal position once he passed them, they turned into encumbrances for the chaser. "Dude, calm down! I just said you had a funny scent! You, sir, have anger issues!"

"Yeah, well; not all are used to smelling like, tropical forest and fruits or whatever it is you're using, you know?! Now stop running so I teach you not to mess with strangers again."

The chase continued for a couple of minutes under the blazing sun, one whose rays were barely covered by the foliage of the area. That subtle leaves, though; seemed like a blessing, for both characters involved in this chase knew that outside this woodsy area, everything was destroyed. Scorched, wrested or frozen. It was all a mess. It looked like, though, that every area the chased one stepped on, turned greener and livelier. "Gah!" Willow yelled as he tripped on a small Rattata who was hiding below a small flower. The tail of the rodent grabbed the male's ankle as he tried to give a small jump, therefore bringing him to the ground abruptly. As his face lifted up a small amount of dust, Will turned around to see the other man approach at great speed, his dark attire contrasting noticeably in the lime and green colored jungle. ~Dammit!~ Willow thought as he stared dumbfounded. ~I'm put in this messed up place all of a sudden, and just like, hours after being here I'm going to get lynched? The world loves me.~

As the man approached the fallen male, he started to laugh maniacally. Without saying anything, he cracked his knuckles and flashed a grin full of bloodlust. Once he was 'above' Will, he swung his arm back to gain momentum for the punch and then delivered a strong blow. Will closed his eyes and winced in pain as he expected the fist to connect with whatever body part that was going to take the hit; but inches before the hand connected with his self, a giant oak tree that was placed next to them twisted its trunk to a side and then delivered a charged strike to the male with one of its branches, knocking him to the ground, but leaving him conscious. With nothing but a smile, Will pushed his body up and continued to run, managing to cover at least one fourth of a kilometer before the male stood up. The running continued, minutes and minutes of strenuous sprinting. After a while, Willow got tired. Not completely fatigued, but he stopped to run because his brain gave up. Why was he put in this mad world? He hadn't really done anything wrong, and he was wanted dead already. Plus, the scenery was terrific. Naturally, Will expected to see tons of green places with dubious amounts of trees; but everything was horrendous. Oh, and not to mention he had some strange traits himself. Without a memory and without a goal; that's how he found himself. No sense of life. If he was brought to this place with the blink of an eye, it was obvious that he could be taken away with the same ease. Why not speed up the process. Not daring to commit direct suicide, anyway; Will just turned around to wait for the male to reach him and, hopefully kill him. It had to be a quick death, though, because if he was left bleeding, he would subconsciously heal himself with the sun. For someone like Will, this was a big no-no. Being really hippie and optimistic and all; someone like that couldn't just give up and turn in to death. But, what else could he do? Oh, I know. Sane dialoguing. That always works…

"Aha, I reached you. I don't see how I bumped into that tree…"
"You didn't." Will interrupted, whispering this to himself.
"But it won't happen again. You're mine, flower boy."
"Look, mister; we don't have to make a big deal out of this."
"Oh, no, kid; we do."
"No… Look, look. Hm... Let me see. Hey, uh; I know. You.. You were talking to a girl before you saw me, no?"

It was then when Will remembered the scenario he first saw this male in. In a small bench that lied on a not-so-destroyed area, this guy was sitting; chatting with a girl. About what, who knew. Will just walked by and murmured the aforemention phrase to himself; and it was surprising that he managed to hear. But somehow he did, and he was hot-headed enough like to leave the female alone without saying anything and began to chase Willow.

"Yes, but that's not the point. Now stay quiet so I can beat you up more calmly. I only want to hear your yelling." The man said absentmindedly as he accosted Willow with his imposing figure, a fight being imminent.
"Girls… Girls like flowers, no? I'll tell you what. I'll let you give her this if you let me go."

With a playful and relaxed grin, Willow gave a quick step back to leave a small space between the two. Then, he looked down and pushed his own lips tight together and closed his eyes, giving the impression he was trying to do something. After a few seconds, tall flowers started to come out from the soil, sprouting as a stem and growing the flower at an insane speed. Rapidly, the small spot was overwhelmed with gorgeous, thorn-less roses; pink, white and red.

"Wow." The male said as he stepped back even further, allowing the growth of more plants. With a surprised expression, he kneeled down and took the plants from the ground, arranging them in a bouquet. "These… These are beautiful. How'd you… How'd you do that?"

"It doesn't matter. Now go, gift them. I'm sure they'll brighten up anyone's day." Will said with a larger grin as he gave a breath of relief. This strange power that he had of growing plants could come in handy, after all. Of course, he didn't know about his full abilities yet. All that he could do, whether it be habitually and instinctively or forced, was yet to be discovered.

Anyway, it seemed that the pleasant smell and vivid colors of the flowers made the man forget about the trouble, and with an absentminded "Thanks" he turned back and began to walk away. Willow clapped for a job well done, but as soon as he finished clapping; a gargantuan pitcher plant sprouted from the ground and swallowed the man whole, making him drop the plants. It all happened in a matter of 5 seconds. All so quick. The plant 'burped' the man's skull out and then returned to the ground, leaving only a root behind. "Oh my God!" Willow yelled as he ran to the skull, flailing his arms up in the ground desperately. "I am so sorry! I swear I didn't want to do that! I… You know.. I mean, it… Bad plant!.. I'm out. "

Anxious and confused because of this event, Will stepped back and ran out of the forest, not wanting to be seen and/or blamed by anyone. He hid his head in his shoulder and closed his eyes, just running without a sense. Just another reason to break down under the pressure of living. But Will didn't give up. He had to stop; however, when he grew exhausted from running. His dumb self tripped on the ground, making him land face first on a pile of ashes. "Ugh…" He said as he looked up. He was scared because he found himself in what probably was the epitome of "place where I wouldn't like to be." Everything was burned down. Anything that once had a life was now singed. Lifeless and obliterated. There were no plants, and the trunks of the ignited trees were about to collapse. The sky was orange because of the amount of ash and dirt on the air, and breathing would result on dirt going up your nose. Like if it couldn't be any stranger; there was also snow on the place, chirps of ice on the top of the blazed trees. Will took a deep breath. He coughed afterwards, but he did anyway. "This place… This could be a lot better." He said with a smirk as he turned around so his back was now on the ground. He took his hands to the back of his head and let himself rest in a comfortable position. With the smile still on his face, he closed his eyes and let his tired body rest.

Grass began to grow all around him, overcoming the destroyed grounds and frozen paths. A strong current of wind came for the east, washing away the pollution in the air and purifying it. It wasn't the atmosphere of a burned place now; it was more like the air you breathe in the top of a snowy mountain on a spring day. Colorful flowers and bushes began to grow, and the putrefied trees regained their splendor, polished wood and bright leaved making their home on the black sticks that once were tall plants. Within 2 minutes, a perfectly circular patch of half a mile of radius looked like the Eden. A small oasis on the land of the dead. A spot of green on a land of black. Now, in a much more pretty and calm place, Will began to think. No, not about his lost past. No, not about his forgotten memories. Not about his purpose in life. Not about where he was supposed to go. Not about where he was supposed to be. Not about where he was supposed to be with. No… That'd all come in time. Not about who he was. Not about his strange, uncontrollable powers. Not about a strange voice he heard in his sleep. No…

"Man… I do smell like tropical fore st and fruits…"


((There's my first post. So sorry because of the low quality; really D= But just when I thought I was done with all of my duties, more things are put on my back. I'll improve slowly once my life's stable again.))
 
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Name: Chris Greene
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Element: Time
Pokemon traits: Chris bears some resemblance to the deity Dialga. Ever since he was little, he was always fond of the colors grey, blue, and sky blue, and fascinated with time. He has silver hair that sweeps back, save for a few strands of hair that he lets fall over his face. His eyes are a cold grey-blue, almost steel in color. Under his shirt, there is a rather massive blue diamond embedded in his chest. When his powers are activated, this diamond glows a bright blue, which signifies the activation of his powers. All around his body--resembling tattoos in appearance--are light blue tribal designs that are clearly visible on his tan skin.

Since he controls the powers of time, he can manipulate it in the same fashion that Dialga can, including the ever-so-powerfu Roar of Time. He can alter the time in a particular area of space and fire the energy created from altering it as a ball, beam, or whatever he deems fit for the situation. His time abilities also make him near invincible, but he can still be damaged from repetitive powerful attacks. All he needs to do is alter the time around him to the point where his wounds are healed.

Although he can control time, he does age, albeit at a slower rate than most people.

His skin is also as hard as steel, but flexible and soft to the touch, like human skin.

Appearance: Chris is average looking in appearance, but would appear quirky to those who don't live outside the box. He has bright crimson irises that glow like fire and sleek silver hair that slicks back, save for a few strands of hair he lets fall in front of his face. He has tan skin and two black slash marks on either side of his face that extend from his ears to just below his eyes. He is also quite tall: at 16, he stands 6' tall, but he is quite fragile and lanky: only 148 pounds. He likes to wear black fingerless gloves, and a dark blue-and-grey jacket, opened to reveal a black tee shirt with a time gear as the insignia. He wears dark blue jeans with grey lines running down both pant legs, and black-and-grey sneakers with dark blue laces. Dangling from around his neck is a necklace with a time gear as a charm.

Brief Description of powers and Appearance when your power is activated: Chris can control time, much like the deity Dialga. He wields a variety of attacks, but mostly deals with Time-based attacks. He can use weaker versions of his attacks without transforming, but when he does transform, his powers go to their normal levels.



During his transformation, Chris' head is covered with a small helmet that resembles Dialga's head. His jacket turns grey and the end of the jacket tapers, then widens and spikes to create a time gear similar to the spikes at the tail of Dialga. His shoes become silver boots that go to his knees and his gloves become silver gauntlets. He also sprouts a dark-blue and grey slender tail that stops right above the ground.
  • Clockwork Barrage- Chris fires multiple small blasts created from manipulating the space of time in his palms. Although weak in power, he fires many at a time, which increases the amount of damage he inflicts.
  • Time Control- Chris can control the time of a limited range of space for a short period of time. In this altered space, Chris' powers are amplified and he moves normally, whearas anyone else in the area moves at a slower speed.
  • Future Wave- Using energy from a point of time in the future, Chris sends a massive wave of energy at the opponent. This move greatly drains his power as most of his attacks use energy from the past or present, not the future.
  • Time Travel- One of Chris' most powerful techniques. While not an attack, Chris warps time to travel back to a point in the past. He has yet to master travelling to the future.
  • Roar of Time- The signature attack of the Pokemon Dialga. Chris gathers all of the temporal energy he can, focuses it in his body, then releases it as a wave of energy emanating from his mouth. This attack drains all his energy and is mainly used as a last resort.
Chris is also capable of wielding any attack in Dialga's movepool.

RP Sample:

There wasn't much time for him to think. Thoughts were racing in his mind, but he could not focus on a single one--a horrific downfall to his plan. He faced the wind, ready to take on the foe in front of him: another trainer on the other side of the battlefield.

"Are you ready?" the trainer shouted with confidence, apparently mocking the other trainer's insecurity.

"Yea. Hit me with your best shot," the insecure trainer shouted. "Alright! Gallade!" he shouted as he threw a Pokeball into the air. It spun rapidly in the air, before abruptly stopping, then opening to release a flash of red light that disappeared to reveal a Gallade, ready and able on the battlefield.

"Good! My turn! C'mon, Toxicroak!" the overconfident trainer shouted. He too threw his Pokeball in the air. It released an equally bright flash of red light that soon revealed a Toxicroak willing to take on the opposing Gallade.

"I already know your Toxicroak knows Giga Impact. Let's see whose is stronger!" the insecure trainer shouted. He was becoming more confident with his technique, ready to challenge and counter anything his foe threw at him.

"You heard him! Toxicroak! Giga Impact!" the overconfident trainer roared. The frog Pokemon rushed hastily at the standing Gallade.

"You too Gallade! Giga Impact!" Gallade began to run quickly too. The two Pokemon glew a bright white as the sped towards each other. When they collided, a massive wave of energy could be felt everywhere. Dust was kicked up, and wid was hurled.


Both trainers knew only one Pokemon would be left standing...


EDIT: The stuff in bold is what was added by request of Umbreongirl. I hope it's enough...
 
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OOC- Ok, Im Confused. Has it started yet? Im confused with all the posting and such. XD

In otherwords,

Im lost. XD
 
<3

:P I think it's been made clear that the Roleplay has begun. Even though GP is gone, she said that we could start without her, which means that sometime in the next three days, I have to have another one of my epic Signups posted. ..Crap. She'll be back on Sunday, and I wanted to have at least one post from all involved before that time. ^^; So.. *Hint hint* If you haven't posted yet, and I shouldn't really be the one to be saying this, because I haven't even started on Luna's Bio yet. But i'll try to get it up tonight, seeing as former obligations will have me out running around all weekend. And, since i've always wanted to do this..

Designation_Leader: Accepted! If either Eletj or Diego have any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace, because as far as i'm concerned, you have a great sign-up. There's just one thing. Everyone else had some sort of physical feature clue relating back to the Pokemon they're morphed with, so could you add a thing or two trait-wise? After that, you're free to begin your opening post whenever. ^^;

Everyone: If GP didn't make this clear enough, let's all try to end up in the same place, because from what she told me, we'll all be migrating straight from the Garden Melody fainted in. And er.. Willow grew. =) For those of you who have posted already, just improvise around it to where you're in the same spot as all the rest of us next post.
 
Ok. =3

Ill Post in a little while. I need to decide with Frozensnowman who posts first.
 
"Okay...once again...Clockwork Barrage!" the young male shouted at the top of his lungs. He felt an intense heat build up in the palm of his hands. He gazed out past the few strands of silver hair that dropped over his face at the setting sun on the horizon. The intense heat became an intense cold--a feeling that was commonly felt when Chris activated his temporal abilities--and he fired this energy into the air.

"Yes!" Chris exclaimed as he saw shimmers of glowing energy fly through the air. Unfortunately, these shimmers quickly disappated into said air, causing a menacing blow of defeat on Chris morality. "Damnit!" Chris exclaimed as he sat down on the nearby rock. A slight breeze could be felt coming from the west and Chris gazed at the clouds that passed. "I hate my life. I can't get a simple Clockwork Barrage to stay active. Damn," Chris mumbled as he drifted off to sleep in the barren plain of burnt grass.

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"Awake, young one," a voice spoke at Chris.
"Who are you?" Chris spoke back, as if there were a sense of remenisence in his voice.
"Your talents are needed, young one. Far away, there is a holy blade that floats without an owner. I need you to retrieve it for me," the voice spoke. The tone was becoming increasingly tense.
"Why? Why would I want a frikkin' sword?" Chris sneered back.
"Because the world is at stake. Go, young elemental, and fulfill your destiny...," the voice whispered as it faded out of hearing distance.

Chris awoke with a great gasp for air, frantically looking around to see if anyone was near him.

"Remember this, young elemental: one without the other is nothing. Go," the same voice whispered in Chris' head.

"This is all too weird. I need to get out of here," Chris spoke to himself. He looked up at the stars for a few seconds, closed his eyes, then gazed at the full moon. "Nine o'clock. I don't need no flippin' watch to figure out the damn time," Chris chuckled at his abilities.

"There's one thing I can do, however. I sense a presence not too far from here," Chris spoke to himself. His red eyes began to glow a bright white as the space in front of him began to swirl and distort. Seconds later, a portal opened to reveal a great garden--a sight that was astonishing versus the normal burnt or overly frozen everyday landscape.

"Someone's there," Chris spoke once again. He stepped through the portal with one thing on his mind: the short phrase that eerie voice in his head said.

"...one without the other is nothing..."



((OOC: if you are not sure what Chris' powers are, he can manipulate time. He can travel through time the same way that someone can travel through space: time and space are intertwined and create the universe as we know it.

That's why he can create portals and teleport and stuff: he's travelling through time, not space.

Also, sorry for the quality and length. I couldn't think straight. next time, it'll be better. And we're supposed to be going to this garden, right?))
 
The Angel from my Nightmare.

Name: Luna Artemis Cherubwing

Gender: Female

Age: Seventeen

Element: Moon

Pokemon traits: First and foremost, as no true Umbreon Pokemorph could claim to be complete without them, a pair of startling crimson eyes. The irises of the girl could be described, had any Human standing on earth been granted the gift of laying eyes on the divine sight, as two picture-perfect Ruby droplets, in a deeper and more somber hue than the brilliant, smoldering eyes of which the average Umbreon peers out. The peculiar color, seemingly neither Human nor Pokemon, appears to be a mixture of the two, a strange and curious unnatural combination like the girl herself, not quite one or the other. The deep complexity of the girl's eyes can only be described in feeble attempts, rather by the mood than by the color, which most would testify as "Melancholy", or "Puzzling", or, even by some, "Tormented". For one who claims to be the Moon Goddess, this shouldn't be an incredible shocker, or blunt realization, as there is a good reason why night, the darkest of all the elements, is balked at by Human and Pokemon alike, warned against and regarded with fear by people of all types- god-fearing Preachers to their obedient and faithful flocks, Mothers to their small children, Boyfriends to their girlfriends in hushed and anxious whispers.. It is the common human belief, and is accepted just as easily by the new generation as is the fact that the sun is the central entity responsible for all warmth, life, and happiness in the world. But for each beautiful entity and existence, there must be an equal and opposing polar opposite. And existing, seemingly only as contrast to the Sun's beauty, a creation to remind the world of their gratitude for the center of life as they know it, the closest thing to God beneath Arceus, is Luna. Her eyes, thought by all in observance, and scrawled down, then rewritten, and typed into the stuff that becomes Human legend and folklore, are so painfully and heartbreakingly beautiful in their ancient, rustic Gemstone misery, that it is said that the Moon Goddess uses them to lure in Human beings weak and dim-witted enough to be drawn to them, like Flies to a light. Her eyes, as it is quoted directly from the most popular of Mythology books regarding Arceus, are that of a Venus Flytrap, so innocently wide, and sweet, portraying all the joys and delights, both simple and elaborate through a pane the color of stagnant blood, whatever the Human heart gazing into them desires, that like the sweet scent let out by the Flytrap, they bind the person into a mesmerizing spell, so powerful that the person is drawn ever closer to her, until the Goddess, by whatever powers she posesses, snaps down on them and in her vice grip and.. This is where the tale ends, as no one is quite sure what Luna, Arceus' Guardian of the night, and all things pale, and strong, and silent, and morbidly beautiful actually does with her Human victims. Whether she immobilizes them somehow, and steals the useless bodies away back to her Web of Lust to devour them whole, or satisfies herself in other ways with them isn't known, but still is enough to make the Village children, in the old ages as well as in modern, tremble in petrified fear, growing up so frightened and feartful of the Goddess to the extent that vowed if the mythical creature were ever caught, she would be confined and put to death immediately. Why Arceus would create a creature so diabolical and wasteful with Humankind was never really the question, but her haunting heartbreaking eyes, Siren-like in their oddity, are enough, it seems, to cause the people to shrink away in fright, and turn on their heels and flee from her presence. The color, while a chilling aspect of her overall irises, aren't even the part relating to an Umbreon. Much like an Umbreon's "Mean Look", when feeling threatened, or that somebody close to her is being threatened, her one of only two natural defense mechanisms, Luna can ensnare the perpetrator in a spellbinding stare inflicted by only a simple menacing glower cast out by her ordinarily wide and helpless eyes. Though the paper-like, delicate pallor of her creamy and milky skin, flowing across her body like a rich and luxuriant cream contrasts directly to an Umbreon's silken ebony fur, the rich and sensual texture remains the same, and not only that, seems to attract the sunlight more than the average pelt of Human skin. Like an Umbreon, or any other Pokemon of dark, it can become excruciatingly painful if Luna is made to walk beneath direct sunlight for very long, for the sensitivity of her skin will immediately draw the rays inward, searing and boiling her flesh if she is made to suffer under them for too long, which perhaps is where all the folklore of Vampires originates from. The effects of being forced to remain in sunlight aren't just internal, if Luna isn't removed from the sun within an hour or two, boils and heat blisters of enormous proportion swell up all over her body, giving her the appearance of an over-ripe and mutated Tomato. When the effects get to be too much, Luna will pass out from exhaustion, and that's when the situation really grows dangerous, for her body only uses this as a last resort, a sort of merciful natural anesthesia as all her systems and bodily processes shut down. It can also be recorded that whenever someone startles Luna suddenly, or whenever feeling threatened, or conscious of a larger, more malicious form intending her harm, the pores of her skin will open up, and a spritz of toxic poison will be emitted from her body, searing and dissolving anything it touches in a sharp wave of acid. Whenever she steps out into sunlight, the pores open as well, only instead of spraying out the poison directly, it flows down her body in uncontrollable rivulets, making it impossible for anyone to touch her. This venom is more than just a simple nuisance, for if Luna doesn't shake it off regularly after emitting it, then it will start to burn her, the master of it even, it is so potent. A biological weapon made by none other than herself could just as quickly destroy an enemy as herself. The other Pokemon-like traits she posesses are more physical than anything else, and don't serve her any other purpose than for looks. On nights when the moon shines bright, several translucent Neon yellow splotches appear, camoflauged during plain daylight as regular skin, but on nights when the moon appears, making themselves known, and shining with such radiance and sheen, that her location can be immediately exposed from up to a mile away. The more of the moon's face that is shown, the brighter Luna's rings shine, and on a full moon, all five, one around her left eye, two around her shoulders, and two distributed evenly on her lower back, while only the one encircling her ruby eye can be seen on a night depicting a Crescent moon. Likewise, these rings can be seen shining as they would on an Umbreon, on her two long, elogonated authentic Umbreon ears, and the long, slender ebony tail so sleek, that a person trying to grab and capture her by it would be trying in vain, for it would just slip right out of their hand, that component of her just as elusive as the whole. Luna's ears, as well as her tail are both the best indicators of her mood, for her eyes often don't discolse what she is thinking or feeling, portraying a bizzare and surreal image of chaos instead, one that only those closest to her will be able to decipher. Two Canines extend, about an inch longer than average, so that the needle-like point is just barely visable over the natural pout of her full ruby lips. As a bonus, seeming to have adapted to the tank-like and defensive rather than offensive nature of an Umbreon, Luna isn't really suspectible to many hits. She can withstand basically anything thrown at her, unless that being thrown at her is something along the lines of a "Mach Punch" or a "Close Combat", in which she suffers terribly, one tiny little Martial blow landing her into a spell of unconsciousness. Those Pokemon of Psychic nature seem to be immediately repelled by her, as, amazingly enough, are those of Ghost nature, regarding her as the slime dredged up from the recesses of hell. Not many Pokemon are openly trusting with this misunderstood dark-type girl actually, which may be the reason that Dark-type Pokemon are especially sympathetic and protective of the frail girl. Not much can get through this solid wall of a girl, and she prides herself in her ability to hold her own, rather than flee when the going gets tough. With this heaviness and determined resilience though, comes consequence. Luna is no Superman, her "Faster than a speeding bullet" perk being yanked away, and replaced with the agility of a Tugboat. Luna constantly has to live and re-live the nightmare of being weighed down with leaden feet and legs, the scare that most people only have to witness in dreams, and depend on fight and endurance rather than flight. Surprisingly, the handicap in her legs and feet seems to affect no other part of the girl's body, or her weight. Also, when her powers aren't activated, Luna has the keen sensation and awareness of any dark intent conspiring in another's heart, though she can't read their thoughts directly to realize what exactly it is. This ability isn't entirely useless, believe it or not, and helps her make decisions regarding on whether to approach a particular person or Pokemon.

Appearance: At anyone's first glance of the slight girl, save for her morose twin irises of scarlet doom, she would be brushed off with a sneer, a triumphant and selfish notion typical of mankind that the girl, in a natural attitude of "Survival of the fittest", would never quite make the cut. The Moon Goddess posesses, for a reason unbeknownst to her, a tiny sliver of a frame, as if the Godly divine Pokemon sculpted the other eleven Sages with with an elaborate patience, then at the last moment, ran out of power and patience with the last one. The one delicacy this girl was granted, seemingly, were her painstakingly carved ruby jewels of eyes. Though this girl, along with every one of the other Sages created by Arceus, look to be as if carved from marble, or fashioned from another sort of precious material, she has no other extraordinary features. A delicate little nose with nostrils that seems to flare out when she is panicked, or surprised otherwise, graces her round, pale face, and a tiny coral set of lips that always seem to be pursed into a pout, though this is just as natural as and unintended as her devestating eyes. Though Luna's face is round, and moon-like (Haha) , her cheekbones are well-defined, rising up and setting a clear structure for her face. The rest of Luna's body, from her thin but sturdy shoulders, down to the gentle, wing-like slops of her jutting hipbones, Luna is as fine, and precise as the features on her face. No limb or small detail of her bodily shape seems to have gone unnoticed by the God, and, as she regains consciousness and begins to see herself, for what feels like the first time, Luna will notice that every part on her isn't a product of Arceus' creativity or imagination, but seems to serve a specific purpose or function toward her mission. As in her menacing crimson eyes to lure in and then immobilize her desired target, the contracting pores that enlargen and minimize of their own accord, and the rock-hard solidity of the bones forming her themselves. The only thing that serves as an unnatural handicap to the female is her pale, translucent skin, just a shade or two darker than that of a suspended snowflake, with the make up and durability of paper, and no less resistant to the sun. With an Umbreon's keen senses and abilites, the sun isn't just a threat, but a fiery inferno ball of impending doom for the girl, as her skin, with no dark fur as a decoy to draw the harsh and unforgiving rays from it, is made to bear direct impact of it, which, if under for more than an hour or two as mentioned above, could not only severely damage her internally and externally, but exterminate her fragile existence completely. Her hair, a color contrast of what one would think is a 'must' for anyone claiming to be an Umbreon Pokemorph to have, is a pale shade of Blond, reflecting the luminescent yellow rings on an Umbreon's coat rather than the dark, ebony fur of the Pokemon. The long, silken strands, are a softer, more Human version of the radiant color of Umbreon's rings. The color of Cornflower, or, more ironically, of weak Sunshine, Luna's hair ends just about mid-shoulder, with a layer of choppy bangs, ending at different lengths, the outside starting at falling just an inch down from her hairline, and increasing ever longer toward the middle, so that the inner most tendrils fall into her deep, crimson eyes and constantly have to be swatted away.

Outfits/Accessories: The most common outfit Luna can be seen wearing is a shorter version of a Kimono, composed of a black silky material, and tied at the waist, so that the girl's tiny waistline is exposed rather than concealed, is a Neon yellow sash, tied into a large bow on her right hip. As for the pattern of the Kimono itself, the garment is covered in large, descriptive illustrations of Sun and Moon prints, the globe of the Sun being covered by a great ring of orange flame, and the moon in different phases, Half, Crescent, Full, and Gibbous. The Kimono falls to lower thigh, and at the hem, a tiny print of three Pokemon: An Umbreon and an Espeon, stand staring at each other, mouths agape with incredulous expressions and sweatdrops running down the sides of their faces, an Absol watching the two, so quiet and obscure, though his snow-white fur contrasted with the dark black silk of the Kimono, that anyone but a careful observer would glance over the background Pokemon without a second though. Near the top, just above the bosom of the dress, two Eevee sisters, looking exactly identical, frolic in play, twin tiny mouths stretched open to the max in silent laughter. In her pale hair, Luna wears a plastic head band the color of her sash, a tiny mold of a bow over toward the right side. On a thin silver chain, hung around her pale throat, is a necklace depicting a Solrock and a Lunatone intwined within one another. On her wrist, a golden charm bracelet with several tiny charms: An Espeon clinging for dear life to a tiny moonstone, an Umbreon in similar fashion clinging to a Dawn stone, an Eevee sitting, mouth stretched open wide in an ecstatic smile, arms wrapped around a Mudkip and a Totodile, a Treecko and a Chimchar standing behind them sporting similar grins, on the back of which is inscribed, "Look to the past and remember and smile", and a dangling charm of a Loudred, gargantuan mouth stuffed with a Watermelon. On her back Luna wears a Lunatone backpack, in which a battered Teddiursa plushie is stuffed inside, and several healing potions, though she doesn't have a facisimile of a clue what these are to be used for. Luna also came equipped with an alternate outfit, it would seemed, this one being a more durable knee-lenth plain black pleated skirt, a large black bow attached to the back. The shirt accompanying it is a Sailor-themed blouse, with outlines of Flueorescent yellow in place of Navy blue. The shoes she wears, constantly on her feet are a soft, silken pair of Ballet slippers, footwear to marvel out, but not ones with great endurance or practicality. The slippers tie in black ribbons up the girl's thin but muscled calves, and contain identical Ruby Gems punched out in the shapes of hearts near the beginnings of the shoe.

Brief Description of powers and Appearance when your power is activated:
In General: As with many, if not all of the other Sages, Luna has the common, almost stereotypical ability of the Supernatural dozen of her senses heightening. Odors are drawn to her ever-increasing sensitive nostrils, and she is able to unwillingly and at ease detect the slightest whiff of a fellow Human or Pokemon, even if the scent had been dropped days ago. In addition, if the scent isn't more than a couple hours old, if she had the desire to do so, she could follow the trail of odor left behind to the object leaving it, making her a successful and useful natural tracker. By breathing in the odor of a particular plant, person, or Pokemon, she is able to detect on impact several visual clues about the creature leaving it behind, as in the case of an Oddish: Small, Grassy, Weak, and so forth, even if she has never encountered the person, plant, or Pokemon in her entire life. If she has inhaled a scent more than once, she can automatically name the species of plant or Pokemon who left it behind, or if dropped by a person, will automatically and instinctively associate that scent with the person, no matter how they try to disguise over it with colognes and perfumes, enabling her to excel at seeking out people in hiding, singling out somebody in a throng of hundreds, or, as will become most useful, locating somebody who has been snatched away, kidnapped and hidden in the hopes that their companions would spend many futile hours in vain trying to find them. Also, and though this may not even be significant enough to be labeled an actual power, due to Luna's nature, and type, when entering a room or gathering of beings, she can unknowingly change the tone of a room, without realizing it and with no way of controlling it at first, by switching the mood from a heated enraged energy to a calm, and tranquil one, washing away feelings of manifesting malice and ill will conspiring in the creature's hearts. How this is done she doesn't entirely understand, but it seems that she draws all nasty feelings based off darkness to herself instantaneously, promoting peace and happiness in others, but then bringing a wave of unsettling unease over herself. People will grow noticeably more pleasant when she is around them, but then, in part because she has drawn all hard feelings to her own self, even though she feels none of these effects personally, causes the others' whose bad emotions toward each other have been wiped clean to regard her with fear and hesitant mistrust, due to all the negative energy and emotion surrounding her. Also, any person or Pokemon whose heart or emotions have been tampered with, artificially hindered to fulfill the selfish gains of powerhungry individuals, are reversed simply by the touch and loving caress of her pale hand, as long as her her own intentions in her heart are pure. Also, she is able to communicate with all Pokemon of the dark type with ease, and is able to read their thoughts, as well as sample their dreams. The Pokemon she understands most, obviously, is Umbreon, though she feels a strong, indescribable identical tie of loyalty and affection for each one of his alternate evolutions as well. These Eevee evolutions, though obviously not of the same type she was born, do not fear her as others of their own types do, and in fact feel a sort of sisterly tie toward the illfated girl, a natural binding between the two beings that no other creature that she can experience. Also, this child of the Moon, and this is one of her stranger powers, is able to sample the dreams of those around her. Ever-sensitive to emotions, especially those of darker natures, the human mind is this girl's playground, and this includes the thoughts that traverse through human and Pokemon alike when the sun sets, and night, as well as she, reigns. In the general phase, she can do nothing more than see into the minds and experience these dreams inside her own head, and this she can control at will, by moving up to someone and letting her pale hand press against the forehead of the one's dream she is seeking out, the hand inquiring, and transmitting to her own mind, what the slumbering person is dreaming and experiencing. She can also see the outlines and determine by shape in even the blackest of nights what lurks within. Some of the time, Luna is wrong, her accuracy being overidden by a nagging paranoia that someone or something is constantly tracking her, but in later stages, all doubt will be disspelled as the extent of these powers increase.

Stage one: First and foremost, Luna's two most prominent senses are heightened, her sense of smell, and sight. In this stage, the stage that activates instantaneously after she is united, as one with her significant other (The Goddess of the Sun, not her lover), Luna posesses a super enhanced version of "Odor Sleuth", as the second a scent comes into contact with her nose, she is flooded with information, and facts merged with memories, about the individual, though all this information is never intricate, never revealing more than the basics, the gist of this creature's life in a nutshell, and never insinuates to the type of person they are, their hopes, their ambitions, as well as the crushing disappointments and betrayals by others they have suffered. As for sight, Luna's vision depicting silhouettes in the dark is increased significantly, now, she is able to dispel the dark and cast it aside like a veil, and recognize instantly whatever may be hiding there, though this will have no effect on the others in her company, as they will still be as blind and as helpless in the dark as they always were, as they won't in later stages, and will be able to reap the benefits from this ability as well. In regard to the strange ability affecting others' night visions, Luna is granted the power to step through the doors marking the portal to another's dream land, in which she can openly choose whether or not she wishes to participate, and if she does, can immerse herself in it, but cannot change or affect the dream in any way, besides the powers she already has in this stage. She can communicate openly with the person spinning this eleborate dream, and can aid them when in dire need of her assistance in a night terror, but cannot change or manipulate the content or mood of this dream in any way, rendered useless and made to stand by and simply watch unless she is called upon for help. Also, Luna is able to emit tiny doses of the dark energy she has gathered, and in fact, now not only gathers it by involuntarily drawing negative emotions to herself, but siphoning positive energy as well, and shaping in into dark matter in a sort of dark photosynthic process, into tiny versions of an Umbreon's "Dark Pulse" attack, infusing these with tiny traces of toxic venom to not only inflict defensive harm on a being, and not just slowing them down as well, but a triple whammy of eating away at their existence until fatigued, they fall into a coma curable only by a potent Antidote. This dark energy can be expelled through an alternate route as well, for those cases when it would be too dangerous for the girl to use one on one combat with "Dark Pulse" on her target. This attack is weaker, for it is meant to be used farther away, and the closer she is to said target, the more damage the attack will inflict. This attack involves her emitting slow, reverberating waves of darkness, the sluggishness of the attack reflecting her naturally slow speed. These attacks are also useful because she can infuse them with the same venom, that, as well as damaging the opponent upon reaching her, can be transformed at will into a poisonous vapor that need only be breathed to achieve the same effects.

Stage two: All powers involving scent remain relatively the same, though in addition to the powers stated above, in this stage, the halfway stage between her weaker and most powerful stage, she is able to snag and witness a few vivid memories of the scent she has detected, though more often than not these memories mean nothing to her and, as the memories seems to be extracted by random, more often than not are nothing more than little extra tidbits of interesting trivia, as her 'powers' don't ever seem to cut the poor girl a break, and allow her to see anything that will actually help contribute to the problem at hand. As for vision, not only is she able to visualize what crawls in the dark, but for those around her, she is able to toss aside the darkness as well, until they see as clearly as she does, their weak mortal eyes remaining unchanged, but the veil of darkness disclosing the creature hiding it being made almost translucent by the Moon Goddess, so that they see distorted images of the hidden objects. This not only applies in the pitch black of night, but also in caves during broad daylight, and similar other places decked in natural drapes of darkness. The dreams she has, in earlier stages, only sampled and tasted briefly, and participated in of her own will, become a blinding and unresistable pull of familiarity, kindred with her stained soul, and when she comes in contact with a person in sleep, if they are swathed in dream, the force will become so beautifully blinding and alluring to the instinctive being within that Arceus crafted, that the girl will be automatically sucked in, not just consciousness, but her entire physical form, and she will not only be able to use each and every power that she posesses at will, but will also be able to be harmed in that dream state, by the demons and creatures inhabiting it and tormenting the dreamer, and could even be killed. The only way to salvage her and ensure her safety is by waking the dreamer up, which is a difficult task, seeing as it can't be told for certain by anyone who might be searching for her that Luna will necessarily be in this dream or that one, though when she slips into stage two and there are sleeping people or Pokemon, it is more likely than not that that's where she lies. The more fever-pitched and black with emotion a dream is, the more of a pull it has on Luna, so that if there is more than one dream going on around her, Luna will be pulled into the one of more serious nature, so that if someone is dreaming peacefully, the dark etched into her soul will be more attracted to the darker, more grotesque dream, ignoring the sweet dream and yanking her into full-fledged nightmare. Aside from the "Dark Pulse" and "Faint Attack" attacks growing stronger, and heavier with venom to inflict mediocre damage, and eat away at the offender's energy faster than in the first stage, there are no differences in these attacks. As these attacks become stronger and more potentially life-threatening, so does Luna's ability to successfully control them. As different from the case of the weaker pulsations, when Luna could control them on a whim, and with the dreams she could step into at will, in this stage, anything deemed a threat or unintentionally startling the girl could easily wind up with a nasty, poisonous infliction. A portion of her emotion is shut off, and Luna becomes seemingly more cold as her mind and body adapts from a thoughtful and selfless Human vessel to a focused, honed-in defensive machine, her raw emotion, the one thing that keeps her on a sympaethetic and understanding level with human and Pokemon alike, being sacrificed for power. In this stage, Luna is granted the ability to absorb up and use for energy whatever darkness she can scrounge up, and is able to creatively use this energy to make sort of Voodoo clones out of people and Pokemon alike. In this stage, stage two, she must craft the clone of rough materials, and items personal, either organic or clothing, for the little doll to work. By using the negative emotion and energy she has gathered from these creature specifically, she can bring the doll to life, and can use the negative energy derived from the real deal on the copy to inflict pain, and control some movement of the person or Pokemon if she so desires. The pitfall of this power is that Luna must be within twenty feet's distance of the victim she wishes to control, or all her carefully-crafted efforts will fail, and the doll will be rendered useless, so she must be vulnerable in constant sight of the one she plans to harm. In addition to these upped powers, and the added Voodoo abilities, in this stage, Luna is able to construct weak, short-lived bubble barriers of darkness for defensive protection against oncoming attacks, to combat them. These shields never last more than a few seconds, and are easily penetrated. Also come the powers of invisibility, in darkness, in which the girl can almost completely submerge herself in darkness, save for her ever-glowing smoldering embers of irises, always cutting menacingly through the dark veil she cloaks herself within. If she keeps her eyes closed, she is at disadvantage because she is not able to see, only smell, but it completely bathed in black, and invisible to the average human's naked eye, and must be artificually detected to be found.

Stage two and a half: All else in Stage two remains the same, save for one tiny special ability that, in special state of emergency, Luna finds herself having the willpower and added strength to do. When faced the the swirling and chaotic dark emotions of despair, or rage, Luna is able to directly use these newfound powerful feelings emitted from the person or Pokemon that is her target, and able to be saved anf stored for late use, to manipulate and fashion into a dark clone of that creature, a dark, crude creature that is but a cheap and disfigured copy of the original. This figure is, for the most part, is in the control of Luna, and, along with containing all powers, abilities, and, in the case of Pokemon, attacks, can, at the order and whim of Luna, destroy or maim itself to inflict minor to serious injury on the original. These dark copies look exactly the same as the originals, making them hard to distinguish, save for the fact that they are completely speechless or void of emotion, savage beasts conjured up out of agony or a wrathful rage to serve Luna's desires. Physically, these copies can be distinguished by their lack of eyes, a big, gaping void of nothingness where ordinary sockets would be.

Stage three: This stage, a sort of Last Resort stage for Luna, is enabled only in the blackest of chaos, where her life, or another's close to her is at stake, and she, or another stand of the brink of death, gazing down into an abyss, and her only choice is to risk all with this third and final stage. In this stage, the final stage to end-all, a stage that, after usage, much like many of her fellow Sages, Luna is more likely than not to perish and fade into the void from sheer effort and over-exhaustion of body, mind, and power. Physically, she becomes imperious to any restraints, or signals of aching pain, distress, or weariness from her Human and Pokemon features, which may be the reason why all signs point in most likelihood point to her untimely demise. In this stage, the veil of darkness that remains ever present, even in the presence of the blinding and heavenly light that overrides and triumphs it, is at the hand of Luna, and its very existence depends on her. Able to lift, at ease, the darkness that shadows any person or being attempting to escape her the burning sear of her crimson eyes, and, at that, when wishing to be disclosed from an attacking or oncoming person assaulting her, or attemptingto locate her when she doesn't wish to be found, can, with a single glance, drop and let hang and envelop a curtain of darkness to swallow her whole, and chew her up, much like the cold, emotionless machine her human nature has relented to unknowingly, a sacrifice to the infinite power of the dark side she has been granted, in exhange for the precious caring and pure untarnished half of her Human soul. In this stage, Luna is completely unresponsive and unswayed by any acts of kindness any creature shows her, as she has yielded to the inner creator and protector Arceus had wrapped the rest of her personality and being around, and now exposed, is just the bare and savage beast within. If left alone, she will obliterate only those attacking her, of another creature, or threatening the safety of the human or natural world, but if anyone, good or bad, steps in her path with intentions of halting her in her mission, she will crush those as well without feeling a shred of remorse, at least at the time. If she were to come out of this state alive and realize that another had lost their life due to her rage, she would experience an incurable downward spiral of guilt, a self-punishment of slow death. As well as the power to manipulate darkness freely and openly, to understand and experience fully the hidden, ominous language of the Dark element that the Moon rules over, the natural language that every Sage of every element in turn understands in a deep, locked-away chamber of their inner self. The "Faint Attack" and "Dark Pulse" become so overpowering, that if Luna were to exert all her force into one or the other, it could easily kill the average human being or non-legendary Pokemon, while doing a hefty damage to any legendary Pokemon, at that. The acidic poison she secretes is enough to through the physical exterior of any object, animate or inanimate, and could easily vanquish if not dealt with immediately. Luna is able to creat up to five dark copies of other regular creatures at a time as opposed to just one, and these Clones, attracted to the dark nature broiling and bubbling within the reserves of her tainted soul will leap before her in desperation, to protect their delicate master from bodily harm. These dark clones can also be transformed into makeshift loopholes, into which Luna can disappear for up to a few minutes, and reappear again, oftentimes through another one, traversing through dark tunnels interlinked by the two dark masses' palpable minds. In daylight, it is easy to see where Luna will disappear and then reappear, limited to only five tunnels. But in a cave, or in the heart of the night, it will be hell to even distinguish the tunnel, one from the other, and find the girl, the only clue being given is her bold, shining eyes. The barrier of shields increases, in strength in durability, and is able to be created and solidified as walls of darkness either surrounding and entrapping the target, or serving as leverage for Luna to climb heights normally unaccessible to her. These walls shatter with a good deal of force, and form into sharp shards, like glass, if crashed through by the nemesis, but, if broken by Luna, are just absorbed back into the blackness of her being, and provide her back with the energy she expended to make them. As for the dreams she could willingly fight and perish in, as well as experience, in this final stage, Luna is able to change the mood of the dreams, and the content, and either plague the person with realistic nightmares so grotesque and real, the person not even having to be asleep to experience the horrific hallucinations of dark matter, could die of fright just by seeing them. But that's not the best part. These hallucinations often turn out to be the object of the target's worst fear, and lower the morale of the offender, distracting them to the point of intimidation as a decoy while Luna attacks the target more directly while the target is immobilized by fear, the "Arachnid" of all the Pokemorphs. Also, as a bonus, in this stage, ordinary people or Pokemon exhibiting dark emotions too strong are, like the Clones, involuntarily under control of Luna, though she won't call on innocent civilians to fight her battles unless she will otherwise lose, and/or their safety is at stake. In this stage, little physical stage is noted in Luna, and no physical alteration is noticed in the other two and a half stages. In this stage, her eyes, like the eyes of her precious dark copies, are transfigured into deep, dark bottomless voids of darkness, and the icy features on her face become frozen in place, as if carved in stone, as her entire body locks down and proceeds to function under one law, one rule: The rule of survival of the fittest.

Personality: When Luna isn't too consumed by her latter prmal phases, the stages of transformation regarding her dark powers that swallow her whole, her heart, soul, and all emotion, wiping clean the slate of human nature, and forcing her to turn her back on humanity by climbing down the throat of heartlessness, Luna is actually a sweet and tender individual. Her nature is one that can't easily be described in words, as depending who or what she is around, her attitude can change in an instant, from a morose and gloomy demeanor to an upbeat and perky personality, and contradict itself completely. But when left to herself, and her own thoughts, and when interacting with people she hasn't yet made the acquaintence of, Luna is prone to freezing up, and shrinking away from all that opposes her, her natural defense to cower, and protect all her vital weak points while letting the offender attack her until neither he or she can take it anymore, and the abuser either goes away, or she is forced to jump up and lash out. She seems oblivious to the masses of dark energy that are naturally drawn to her, and ever swirling her, and if left alone, she will continue along dancing to the beat of her own drum in her merry little world of naivety, amusing herself with her own thoughts and dark humors, and admiring through wary eyes the exotic beauty of the world Arceus crafted for them around her. But the affects of the energy, felt by the sensitive Human and Pokemon instincts around Luna, are crushing, for though the people don't dare glare and whisper until she is well out of sight, she, a master of fear, can still taste it in their pool of emotions as they stare down at her, like she is the lowliest of the low creature, an Ariados or a Zubat, helpful to the survival of Humankind, but still a grotesque and appalling sight to behold. In fact, most Human don't wish to behold her, and the irritation and mistrust gleaming in their hard, cold eyes, as well as the way that every creature recoils with disgust when there's the first hint that they may have to come into physical contact with the Lunar Goddess, when small children, who have always been known to be natural indicators of a person's nature, flee instantaneously from her, eyes wide and flaring, same as Pokemon, who Luna, at the very least suspected would be understanding and pitying of herself. The girl doesn't seem to naturally fit in anywhere, but the dark and enchanted forests, for in the broad public daylight, she appears too frail, and sickly, and simply pathetic to even be walking, much less guarding over the human kind without the assistance of a walker, or a wheelchair. At night, if in view of the few venterous souls who steal out into the darkness, assisted by the penetration of her piercing eyes and the illuminated yellow rings, Luna's Umbreon instincts kick in, and she is revered as the Predator of the night, the kind who preys on small children and steals puppies out of backyards, the nighttime slasher, even though she is just as harmless as the misunderstood Absol trying to warn the areas of natural disaster. Luna is much the same way, for if sensing a conspiring darkness in one's heart toward another unsuspecting Human or Pokemon victim, she will try to jump to the rescue, succeeding in chasing away the actual perpetrator, but becoming the villain in the person she had saved, and being accused, violently oftentimes, of attempted crime. Most of the time, Luna doesn't even try to defend herself, vanishing from where she isn't wanted, optimistically instead of glumly seeking a different place, different people, who will embrace her with open arms. A sweet individual, Luna demands no pity parties from the unkind races she protects, and instead pities them, for all the harsh realities they have to face and brave day after day. She faces each day with a blessed and grateful smile, just to be alive and in good health, and when accepted by anyone or anything, will devote herself silently as a faithful ally and protector for life. Anything that shows even the tiniest inkling of kindness toward her she indebts herself to for life, and falls fast for, often becoming too attached too fast. On the contraire, though, she is horrible at expressing her feelings toward a person efficiently, and will more often than not grace them with small acts of kindness, helping them in whatever small way she can. She loves flowers, and anything derived from nature, and pities the plants as if they are people if they are burned or frozen similarly, and, though her attempts are feeble, tries her best to help them whenever they show similar signals of distress. Her passions for flowers, as with most things about her, are prevented by her very dark nature, as whenever she tries to shyly caress the perfect lifeforms, her touch instinctively draws the delicate life from them, as the plants, having neither the thought nor the willpower to resist, as humans and Pokemon do, as she siphns the only force that sustains them to nourish herself with. As you would imagine, this breaks Luna's heart, and so, she has vowed to gaze and admire from afar, to look but not touch, with any part of her body, which actually proves to be quite difficult. The same goes for any grass-type Pokemon, though these pokemon are more resistant than their simpler root-bound kin, as they are half animal. She has noticed that she can still take at least a third of the original energy from these types of Pokemon, and so, not wanting to unnecessarily harm a single blade of grass, she refrains from touching them as well. She also adores Pokemon, of all kinds, and all types, though few, as mentioned before, will grow to overcome her overpowering negative vibes, and love and trust her. She would give everything in a heartbeat to protect a Pokemon, just as fast as she would a Human, and is only enraged seemingly, when one or the other is being abused mercilessly by another. All in all, she is a peacemaker, and loathes conflict, though if caught in the middle of it, she will direct all feelings of nastiness to herself, in order for all the hate to be washed away from the others' heart, at her own expense.

RP Sample:

Darkrai stared on, emotionless, as Radian simply fell through the form of her brother, and landed once again in the hellish flames that filled her nightmare. Jumping up, Radian shook her fur out, despair replacing her newfound joy and settling over her face as the form of the young boy only stared into mournfully into Radian's bright eyes. Radian's heart nearly broke at the sight of her brother, again in so much pain, his eyes still the same from the night he had last stared up at her and uttered her name.

"Alfonse.." Radian whispered, all traces of joy now forgotten. Alfonse's face hadn't changed in the slightest last time she had gazed upon it, the skin was the same blistering red, having been scorched from the fire. His hands and feet were burned and scarred horribly in a similar fashion, and his hair, once a thick luscious mane of beautiful brown curls had all fallen out, the few sparse patched left being singed with black. He still wore his bedclothes from that night, and as it had been some time since the tragedy, Radian's heart tore open at the sight, a sight to which she had prayed countless times never to have to witness again. Her lower lip quivering, Radian simply stared forward trance-like, her golden eyes pooling sorrowfully to the brim with tears. Darkrai smirked menacingly, charcoal eyes glowing happily as he knew that he had Radian in his clutches now.

Hook, line, and Sinker. He thought with a cackle, as he made the transparent form of the boy step forward toward the little Eevee.

Radian.. Alfonse smiled down at her, before hesitating, pausing as if to catch his breath.

Radian, please. He seemed to beg. Help me! I'm trapped down here, and it's a horrible place to be! I'm all alone.. At this, tears spilled from the boy's miserable eyes, and he pressed his hands, laced thickly with scars, against his charred face. Radian's heart wavered at the sight, and immediately, she ran forward, trying desperately to wrap her furry little arms around the boy, but failing as she only fell through his form.

Don't cry, Alfonse.. She begged tearfully, her entire body beginning to tremble as she was interrupted by a giant sob. She swiped quickly at her eyes, and just stood anxiously at her brother's side, eyes darting around panicked as her heart rate elevated, and her head began to swim. She felt as if she were about to pass out.

OOC: And... it's done, GP! =D Give it a read, and tell me what you think about it, okay? ^^;
 
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Cold. Hard. A bright light shone through Axel's eyelids. He opened his eyes, and squinted. A bright light radiated from somewhere close by. He growled, then leapt to his feet. All around him, ice covered the ground. On the ground below him, a large rune was carved into the ice. It was chiseled in, crude, yet definite. All around him, pokemon were frozen into place, icicles forming on them. He said nothing.

"What happened here.... Did I? I don't remember anything.... Are they...?" He placed his hand onto a nearby frozen oddish. Slowly, but surely, he saw the begin to disappear as he absorbed it. The little blue pokemon smiled, then closed it eyes and its soul faded into the void. Axel looked up into the sky. It was cloudy, and chilly. Something seemed familiar, but Axel couldn't remember, He couldn't remember anything.

He looked at his reflection on a melted pool of water, and thought he may as well be looking at a stranger. He wore a sherpa-like cap on his head. His deep, icey blue eyes were set upon his face, the same colour as he long, cat-like ears. He was wearing a tight keikogi top, whilst he wore long, tight pants, allowing maximum movement. He felt a hard object inside his robe, and retrived it. It was a long hunting knife. He looked at it breifly, before resheathing it. Why can't I remember anything! He kicked the ground, and pain shot up his leg.

"ARGH!" He bellowed out. He ran forward, trying to put as much distance between him and the acursed place as possible.


OOC: Okay, that is incredibly short, even for me. Ill edit it later, Ive got homework to do.
 
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I edited, and added on all of Luna's powers, but apparently, when someone edits, it doesn't show up. So here's a post just to let everyone know that this Roleplay is still alive and kicking. :P Tell me if anything needs to be added on, or changed GP. I'll finish with personality sometime tonight.
 
(ooc: Sorry about the shortness, and poor quality of this post. But I have to write out another chapter of my Kingdom Hearts and Pokemon Stories later today.)

Chapter 2: Anthro Hunter: Jonny McGuire!

(Desert)

You see a man in some black suit, riding a Motorcycle out on the desert. Suddenly he answers his phone, which had been put on vibrate. "This is Jonny, what do you want?" Asked the man. After a few minutes, he replied again. "So, you want me to kill a Flareon Anthro named Elliot Alcoria? Well now, he does sound... interesting. Okay, I'll get right on it." And after that, Jonny turned his bike around, knowing where to go, as he saw what happened.

"He can't have gone too far." Said Jonny as he rode off into the night, back to where he was but a few hours ago.

(Unknown Town)

Elliot sighed as he walkdown the street, today was a long day. He stared at his bandaged arms. "Heh, these arms of mine need to be bandaged up again." Said Elliot as he turned the corner, when he saw the lights of an incoming vehicle. The Motorcycle stopped, and out came a fairly tall man with black hair that went down to his back. His shirt was white, with a black vest covering it, and wore black pants.

"Heh, are you Elliot Alcoria?" Asked the man. Elliot nodded, making the man smirk. "That's good... prepare yourself for battle." And with that, the man grabbed a sickle that was in one of the motorcycle's attachments.

"Whoa, what?" Asked Elliot, surprised at the sudden challenge. "Why are you challenging me?" The man said nothing. "... Why?"

"Heh, you don't need to know." Said the man. "I may be an anthro hunter, but unlike most of them, I have a sense of honor. arm yourself, or try to flee, either way, just hurry." Elliot got into a fighting position before burning off his bandages. "Let's begin!"

The man jumped in with his sickle ready to strike, but Elliot jumped out of the way before firing some small fireballs, but the man was able to dodge them quickly enough.

"Come on!" Yelled the man as a seal glew under Elliot. "Aestuo Vis: Flare Tumultus!" (Blazing Force: Flare Buster) The seal glew bright, and a fire burst from the seal, but it didn't do much to Elliot, seeing as he was practically immune to fire strikes.

Elliot fired some more fire blasts, before rushing in to strike. The man, after dodging the attacks, grabbed on to Elliot's wrist, and another seal appeared under them. "Aestuo Vis: Levitas Blitz!" (Blazing Force: Lightning Blitz!) And with that, the man slammed his fist into Elliot's chest, causing lightning to electrocute him. "And that is that."

"Uuurgh." Moaned Elliot as he tried to get up. The man rose his sickle, but stopped.

"No, I won't do that to a kid." Said the man. "How old are you? 6? 7, maybe?" Elliot's eye twitched.

"I'm 15." Said Elliot before passing out. The man just stared before riding away on his bike, not even caring if the kid lived, seeing as he was tired, and wanted to go home for the night.

"That kid is not that strong, but he could possibly give me a fight later on." Said Jonny as he rode off.
 
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