The Final Level (PG-16)

[Lusankya]

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Plot

"Welcome to the game."

These are the first words those who wake up within the ReGenesis testing facility hear.

The testing facility is a gigantic megadome, covering many acres and with devices and terrain inside that makes it seem even bigger. Within, participants play the game. Each participant starts on Level One. No player knows where they are. No player knows what is going on. No player knows how they got there. Any memories regarding the game are erased. The last thing they remember is something completely, totally ordinary. Going to bed. Brushing their teeth. Eating dinner with their family. Once certain conditions are filled, different for each level, the game will advance to the next level. The ReGenesis testing facility will reformat its terrain after each level, creating a completely new playing field for the participants to play on. Each level is more difficult than the last.

No one has ever beat the game.

No one has even come close.

The world does not know of the facility. It is unmarked, uncharted, unseeable, unknowable.

Some players even suspect it is unmanned.

Whatever their species, race, or point of origin, all players start out in the same conditions, and awake at the same time.

They start on Level 1, each in a different white room. Each starts out facing the only exit from the room, a long hallway, at the end of which can be seen a forest.

Behind them lies a digital clock, its red light pulsing, counting down. 15… 14… 13…

Surrounding them, protruding from the walls, are gun turrets.

To pass Level 1, each player must realize what to do before the time is up. They must run down the hallway as fast as they possibly can. If they cannot, they lose.

To lose in the game is to die.

This is the first rule of the game: As long as you live, you are in the game.
This is the second rule of the game: Only death will eject you from the game.

There are other rules, but they are few and far inbetween. For the most part, anything goes. Players can help each other. Players can fight one another. Players can interact with their environment in any way possible. Players can go around destroying as much of the facility as they can.

Players can kill other players. Players can kill themselves.

Participants are not told the rules of the game. They must find them out for themselves. The game tests their ability to work together, their ruthlessness, their knack for survival.

So far, no one has passed the test.

Those who survive Level 1 enter the main area of the facility. This the interior of the main dome, of which can transform on a whim. Those who survive Level 1 are given the same information, regardless of injury, species, or gender.


"Welcome, players! We appreciate your participation in The Game! For those of you who have just passed Level One, congratulations! For those of you who have not passed Level One, we apologize for the great deal of pain and suffering you must be feeling right now. That is, if you are still alive enough to hear me."

This is the message that will emanate from the top of the dome. All players will hear this voice, no matter where they are. This voice is one the players must pay attention to. Their survival depends on it.

"The Game is simple. Survival until a certain point allows you to proceed to the next level. Death means you lose."

"As for rules, there are very few, and most of them are for you to find out on your own. Certain actions will be looked upon favorably and increase your score, and some may allow you to proceed to the next level. Death or injury will subtract from your score. On occasion, we may provide you with helpful advice to guide the way. For example, fire is hot. Do not touch it unless you wish to be burned. On other occasions, a helpful pixie may appear to point you in the right direction. That is all for the moment."

"Now, are you ready for Level 2?"



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Rules
1. All Pokecommunity rules apply
2. Mild swearing and sexual themes are allowed. Don't overdo it.
3. You can be either a human or Pokemon. However, if you are a Pokemon, choose one that is of an appropriate size and applies to the situation. A Slowpoke would not have run fast enough to pass Level One.
4. Wow, an RP where you CAN be a legendary! But wait, you can only be one of the lesser legendaries. PM me the one you want, and I'll see if I approve of it. Also, you need an extremely exception sign-up to be a legendary. One that makes me go "Wow". "Holy *#^@" will also suffice.
5. You may create your own challenges for your character and those who choose to follow him to overcome. In fact, I expect you to, as I cannot and do not want to make challenges for everyone. However, they must be difficult, usually life-threatening, and most importantly, not straightforward. Few things in the game are what they seem. Also, ONLY I can advance the RP to the next level.
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Gender:
Species: (human, or if Pokemon, what type of Pokemon)
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RP Sample: (optional)

 

[๒inaryקlastic]

Name: Trika
Gender: Male
Species: Sceptile
Appearance: Like a normal sceptile. his skin is slightly greener and he carries a brown bag around his shoulder.
Personality: Trika is very caring. He may sometimes be serious and ignore others, making them feel bad but the only reason he ignores them is because he's busy or what they have asked is private.
History: Trika grew up in Tyruma falls and has discovered new technology. He now travels the universe helping people and saving them. He came across this game when he heard of starange dissapearances and an apparant gap in Time and Space...
Other: trika can't use any of the gadgets in his bag (you know what I meen Lusyanka ;))

 

[Lusankya]

Salamar and Pikalover10, sorry, but rejected. One word describing their personality really doesn't cut it, I need at least a few sentences. Also, there's no particular reason for them not to remember their life, the only thing they wouldn't remember is how they got into The Game. Saying they don't remember their life before the game just screams "too lazy to write a history" to me, regardless of whether it is true or not.

Toxic_Moonlight, approved on the grounds that I know you can do better. ;)

 

[Pikalover10]

Ok i deleted my sign-up post so laterz

 

[Chabz]

Name: Lesron (Lez-Run)
Gender: Male
Species: Medicham

Appearance: Lesron does not have the typical appearance of a Medicham. After evolving, usually a Meditite changes from blue and white to red, yellow and white. Leson kept the blue color and where normally a medicham would be red he is blue. The yellow and white portions of his body are the normal colors of a Medicham.

Personality: Lesron is always up for a fight and likes to train a lot. That is usually the first thing that comes to his mind when he wakes up, train or fight. So his way of life, since he was born, is to do whichever comes first.

History: His father was a Meditite and his mother was a Medicham and they raised him being a fighter. All day everyday, it was training, training, and more training in order to make sure that Lesron would be able to defend himself in the few short years till he was an "adult." It was shortly after leaving home that Lesron remembered going to sleep, but when he woke up he was in The Game.

Other: N/A

RP Sample: From one of my active roleplays right now.

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Qualifier Round - Trial of Courage
Time Elapsed: 0.30
Time Remaining: 1.30

The pulsing vein on Coreys head seemed to be becoming her trademark, her rage always boiling over very easily - the cause as usual was of course, Plusle and Minun. The two mouse pokemon had run off ahead and begun to jump up and down on some rock formations on the cliff face, then Plusle accidently knocked Minun off the rock and she had fallen to the ground that left her with a small scrape. The blue and yellow creature was now wailing from her 'wound' and Corey was currently bandaging it, not wanting it to become infect before the actual fighting in the tournament. It was then that Plusle came crashing down from above and bounching off Coreys head before hitting the ground next to Minun, who instantly stopped her crying feeling karma had done its work.

"PLUSLE! WHAT THE HECK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?!"

"Plusle..plus..le..plus" the tiny mouse squeaked as his eyes were dazed and confused.

"What? Use your hands you rodent!"

The mouse pokemon then raised its tiny hand and pointed upwards, just in time for Corey to leap out of the way of an Aerial Ace attack from a Fearow and the combination of Tackle and Wing Attacks from the flock of Spearows that followed their leader. Corey quickly snatched up Plusle and Minun, leaving behind the rest of her medical supplies, and begun leaping up the cliff face to try and get some distance between the flying pokemon. Corey bounced off a tree and landed atop a couple of rocks a few feet higher, glancing back again to figure out just how much time she had before the Fearow and Spearow caught up to them. The Fearow had already begun speeding and swerving through the trees to catch up, but the Spearow had lingered behind and were slowly beginning to follow one by one.

"Crap..this is not good. Time for some back-up."

Corey tossed two pokeballs into the air and watched as the burst open, the tremendous white light flooding the area for a few seconds. Then, standing in the place of the white light were Coreys Charizard and Mantine and both had a look of confusion on their face - both of them expecting to be in a crowded stadium.

"We have a problem. Fearow. Plus flock of lots of Spearow. Take them out and catch up after. Understood?"

Charizard nodded and took off towards the Spearow, while Mantine floated there for a few seconds then sped off after the flying fire type to take care of the Spearow. Corey glanced down, both Plusle and Minun still in her arms - Plusle still dazed, and Minun just looked up at her trainer and giggled. Pulling out their pokeballs, she clicked the buttons and watched both mouse pokemon engulf in red and vanish in an instant. It was then that Corey had an idea, but she wasn't sure if it was allowed - then again they never said it wasn't. Pulling out her last remaining pokeball and released the grass flying type, Tropius.

"Tropius, do me a favor and use Hyper Beam to clear the way a little. Be careful though, don't hit any of the other competitors. Don't worry about any pokemon who may be caught up in it, they are apart of this competition too and we receive points for every knock out. Only do short bursts, just to be on the safe side. Let me know once you get tired and you'll be able to go rest - I just want to get out of here as soon as possible."

Tropius nodded as he read Coreys hand movements that had followed what she spoke aloud to herself, then the grass pokemon turned around as it charged it Hyper Beam attack. Mere seconds later, it unleashed the large orange beam as it shot forward through the trees and rocks - debri immediately began flying everywhere, but a path had been created and it was now a straight shot for awhile. Corey looked back, both Charizard and Mantine returning without a scratch on them - their trainer glanced over their shoulders, the Fearow leader and four Spearows lay unconcious on the ground with the remaining Spearow fleeing. Corey then looked forward up the new path and saw a couple of small pokemon laying unconcious - after doing a quick head count, the grand total, including the Fearow and Spearow, came out to be ten knock outs.

"Good Job everyone. Time for some rest."

Corey recalled all three pokemon and then began taking off up the 'path' that had been created by Tropius.

 

[Lusankya]

A good sign-up, Chabz. Approved.

 

[Darkhaven3]

I'm going to take a stab in the dark and say that furries are not allowed, yes?

Also, I see you watched Cube too. :)

 

[Lusankya]

Yeah, sorry, normal humans please.

And actually, I've never watched Cube. I got this idea purely from myself. :S

 

[♥~*Abby*~♥]

Name: Angel

Gender: Female

Species: Raichu

Appearance: (I hope this is ok for appearence) Angel looks nothing like a normal Raichu. Or actually, correction, she has the same shape and size, but in coloration, she is much different. Also, she has two angel wings on her back. Her body is white. Her stomach, inside of her ears, tail "string", and cheeks are a creamy yellow color. Her feet, tip of her tail, stripes, and outside of her ears are baby blue. Her eyes are like a normal Raichu, along with her nose and mouth, however.

Personality: Angel's name fits her personality. She is a perfect little Angel. She almost always does the right thing, and is very kind and friendly. She will help anyone in need, and would take a bullet for anyone. This may sound like a Mary-Sue to you, but trust me, Angel has flaws. One of her many flaws is that Angel is very easily upset. Also, even though it takes her a lot to get mad, when she does get mad, Angel becomes very angry and destructive. Also, she is rather shy, and doesn't always talk to people she wants to be friends with. One last flaw is that she is rather impulsive, however, her impulses are good... normally.

History: Angel was born as a Pichu with small Angel wings and stange coloration into a loving family with a mom, dad, and two sisters. It is unknown how she got her unusual appearence, however, one thing is known- it got her much popularity. There was the occasionally mean Pokemon that made fun of her, however, for the most part, she was very popular. Not much actually happened in her future, however, she does have one daughter, who is currently a small Pichu. She doesn't have the coloration of her mother, however, she does have small angel wings like Angel. Then, Angel mysteriously ended up in the game, and was smart enough to make it past the first level.

Other: nothing

RP Sample: Just look at any of my posts from the Minami Trainer's Guild RP.

 

[Lusankya]

Chika is definitely approved. :)

Although incidentally, I had expected less Pokemon and more humans, my plot will need some slight reworking now. *plotsevilly*

 

[Clark]

Well... I don't usually care to RP Legendaries (unless the RP is about Legendaries), but I'd like to give it a try for once! Soooo... How's this?

Name: Shaymin
Gender: Female
Species: Shaymin (mainly Sky Forme)

Appearance: Shaymin (in her Sky Forme) is a rather small creature. Her build resembles that of a canine, what with her four legs and slightly elongated muzzle. Primarily, her fur is pure dove-white, soft and fine to the touch. There is, however, a spring green crest of fur that stretches up and over the top of her head. From the knees down, her legs are also this color. A tuft of thicker white fur fluffs up on her neck, and a similar tuft is in the place of a tail.

Two particularly strange features of Shaymin are her ears and the "wing" that protrudes from her back. This wing isn't exactly used for flying as much as gliding. It bears strong resemblence to a bright red flower petal, and is often seen trailing behind Shaymin almost in a capelike manner, despite its size and shape in comparisom to Shaymin's body. Her ears vaguely resemble wings as well. They are huge and fluffy, and fully capable of "flapping", which allows for faster, more powerful flight.

Amongst other things, Shaymin's emerald green eyes emit a sense of fierce determination unlike anything else. Even in the harshest of situations, they gleam bright and strong, reflecting a courageous personality that defies the limits you'd expect from such a small Pokemon.

Shaymin also wears a simple necklace. The string is simply plain thread, but hanging from it is a very special object known as the Glacidia's Flower.

Personality: If there could be one word to describe Shaymin, it would have to be "Determination". No matter what the situation may be, the mere thought of quitting is something she rejects without any further consideration. In fact, she would sooner die than give up at anything. This attitude can occasionally get her into serious trouble. However, it also can prove to be extremely helpful.

Though she can be suspicious if someone "rubs her the wrong way", Shaymin is gernerally friendly to others. She'd much rather have allies than enemies, put simply, and realizes that the best way to avoid gaining foes is to be relatively kind to everyone. Sometimes, though, she fails to uphold this philosophy herself; she can be very susicious of those who are cold, reserved, or silent.

Shaymin seems to have almost completely different personalities depending on her situation. In serious times she's rough, tough, and headstrong. When casually communicating with others, she's normally soft and pleasant. She tends to get a bit lonely all by herself, filled with a bit of a longing desire for simple companionship and friends. And... well, you'd best not anger her. Angered Shaymin is like all the rage of a rampaging Gyarados, packed into something about fifty times smaller.

History: Eons ago, not long after the world itself was created, Shaymin was born into the world. Or, to be more specific, she was created by Arceus itself, for one simple purpose: To be a guardian of nature. The guardian of nature. She would bring foliage into the world; trees, plants, grass, flowers... And then, she would embody the essense of nature for all of eternity. This was, and is to this day, her solemn duty. There was no question. It simply had to be done.

So Shaymin, in her Sky Forme, travelled the land, using her newfound powers to give rise to forests, fields, plains, jungles... Everywhere she went, she brought with her the gifts of nature, allowing for life to flourish and grow. The time it took for her to do this is undefines and unknown, for in the beginning time itself had not been fully established. All that really matters is that once Shaymin had filled the world with greenery and beauty, she settled into a small patch of flowers. This patch grew with her presense, until it became a wide field of seemingly endless aroma and foliage. It came to be known as the "Flower Paradise". This is where Shaymin would spend the majority of her days fufilling her duty.

Indeed, she has been there since that moment. The life of a Legendary Pokemon is, surprisingly, rather uneventful most of the time. Always watching over an element or lying in rest... It isn't often that Legendaries have a need to do much more than exist. However, Shaymin did just wake up somewhere very peculiar... And what is that voice? A game? No. The Game? What does it mean...? And why is she here?

Other: Shaymin's Glacidia's Flower necklace is what keeps her in Sky Forme (mainly for the sake of the Game). If it were removed, she would shift to Land Forme within a matter of minutes, but she herself isn't about to trade flight and speed for the sluggish nature of her other form... Perhaps the fact that she needs this necklace to be of much use here could be a serious weakness?

RP Sample: From A New Beginning-Sinnoh Region. (Beware; it's a long one!)

Spoiler:

From the Pokeball came a burst of familiar light that slowly materialized into another vaguely catlike Pokemon. However, this one had some completely un-catlike features as well. Sure, there were the whiskers, the ears, the claws... But its fur was all ragged, and it had a huge, furry tail that rose high into the air. Even in the rain, Rachel caught a whiff of a foul stenchemenating from the strange Pokemon. Yep. It's a skunk. It wasn't just that pale stripe down its deep purple body that implied this. It was obvious even though Rachel had never seen or heard of this Pokemon before.

"Let's see if your Gible can take my Stunky," the man said with confidence.

Rachel gave him her harsh glare in return. "Gible, let's wait and see what it does first," she told her Pokemon, wanting to strategize a bit. After all, last time she rushed into an attack without knowing her foe, the results were fruitless.

"Stunky, use Focus Energy," Stunky's trainer called calmly. The Skunk-Pokemon closed its big, ugly eyes and seemed to completely stop moving. It didn't even breathe. Just stood there, in deep concentration. Rachel dared not make Gible attack it now, in fear her Pokemon would suffer a blow like Glameow did when it got hit by Dragon Rage. Perhaps this was a mistake, though. "Now, use Scratch!" commanded the man.

Stunky, filled with a wild fury, darted toward Gible. "Dodge it!" Rachel wanted to scream, but it was too late. Three deep cuts for each of the Stunky's three dirty nails were laid into Gible's flesh. Her Pokemon fell over, writhing with the pain induced by the open red wounds.

"Get up!" she cried, "Get over it and get up!"

Gible grunted, looking clearly angered. While Rachel thought this anger was toward Stunky, however, she had not the slightest suspision her dear Pokemon could be upset at her for speaking to him with such unconcerned cruelty. All the same, Gible obeyed. He pulled himself onto his hind legs, gave Stunky a cold look, and directed his anger toward the foe.

"Focus Energy! One more hit like that and that Gible belongs to Team Galactic!" cried the man.

Team Galactic? Rachel asked herself, confused. But she said nothing of it aloud. Stunky crouched low and concentrated once more. Only this time, Rachel knew what to expect.

"Quick, Gible! Attack it! Use Scratch before it's done focusing!"

Just as her little Dragon came in close, though, this "Team Galactic" guy must've gotten an idea.

"Stunky! Stop and use Poison Gas!"

Immediately, the skunk's eyes split open. It let out a low "Skuuuun!", shook its tail, and seemingly from nowhere a huge cloud of noxious, foul-reeking gas. The purple stuff fogged around the two Pokemon for a few seconds, and then cleared away. Stunky took a few backwards leaps to distance itself from Gible, who look as if he were about to puke. He retched and gagged a few times, then spat out a wad of saliva. Rachel caught a flash of a purplish color in it. That could only mean one thing. Gible was poisoned. It was only a matter of time before he fainted, and then she would lose the match. Then, without Gible, my journey's over... she realized painfully.

"Gible, don't give in!" she insisted, "You can't let it hit you again! Sand-Attack!"

Clutching his head in his hands (paws?), Gible shook himself once and tried to grasp his focus. He growled softly, summoning forth a wisp of sand, and then, suddenly, something happened. The wet rain splashed on the sand, sending it up in muddy splatters. No! It won't work! Rachel worried in deperation. Wait a second... That's it! Stunky must be a Poison-Type, so...

"Gible, keep the attack up! Not Sand-Attack! Mud-Slap!"

Her Pokemon didn't seem to get the 'Mud-Slap' command, but he did as he was told, and that was exactly the attack he executed. Tan-tinted mud splashed onto Stunky. It was a Ground-Type attack, and judging by how it appeared to effect Stunky, the skunk Pokemon definately was a Poison-Type.

"Stunky! Scratch! Quick!"

"Again, Gible! Mud-Slap!"

Once more the sands for Sand-Attack appeared, and once more the rain turned them into mud. Stunky, tired out from the battle, gave into the super-effective attack, and rolled over on the ground in what seemed like pain.

"Finish it off! Scratch!"

Gible obeyed. And just like that, the battle was over.

The man recalled his Stunky, cursing with rage. "Fine! You can have these stupid papers! And your Gible, too!"

He wordlessly walked up to Rachel, stuffed a bag that had been on his shoulder into her hands, and stomped away. Curiosuly, Rachel opened the bag to see if these really were the documents or if this happened to be a trick. Inside was a clump of important-looking papers. Thank Arceus. I was not in the mood to have to chase that moron down!

"Bul," grunted Gible, clumsily making his way back to his trainer only to trip over his own feet. Rachel watched as he hacked up another disgusting wad of poison-saliva.

"Get back in the Pokeball," she said simply. And in the rain, Rachel recalled her sick Pokemon.

 

[Raibutai]

Name: Pika

Gender: Male

Species: Pikachu

Personality: Pika is very reserved, so he does not like doing anything he can't think over. Despite this, he works well under pressure and is able to think fast. It might seem that Pika is invincible; however, Pika is afraid of blood and violence. (But if he gets mad, this gets overridden by rage.)

History: Up until one year ago, Pika was not involved in any conflict of any kind. Then, one day, a mysterious stranger appeared in the outskirts of his village. Trying to stop the stranger from entering his village, Pika challenged him to a fight. Unfortunately, Pika lost, and recieved a burn mark on his side for his efforts. The stranger then continued on to burn the village down. Pika has not seen his parents ever since. So then, for one year, Pika crossed several continents until he stumbled upon a special gem that magically warped him into the future. After many attempts at trying to go back to his time, Pika went into a state of depression. However, today, he has barely managed to pass the first level of The Game.

Appearance: Pika is a normal Pikachu except that his his ear-tips are jagged, and his cheeks are orange instead of red. One side of his head bears a burn mark from an encounter from an elusive rival. He also wears a green gem around his neck (the gem that allowed him to travel through time, and a green headband, because he likes that color.

Other: The gem Pika wears around his neck enables him to run faster than usual. This is because the gem allows him to distort time slightly.

RP Sample: Pika grunted as he tripped over something. "Ugh..." Feeling around, his paw hit something... slimy. "Wh-what's this?" Pika screamed in horror as the dark figure reared up to strike...

Regaining control of his body, Pika leaped to the side as the snake-like figure attacked.
"Ugh! Really, What is this thing?"

Trying to find time to think, Pika realized his situation.

"There is no time to think. This is a battle. Survival is your only objective. Let nothing obstruct you from surviving!"

 

[Freestyle Farfetch'd]

A cross over with Portal and Pokemon eh? (Well, Portal's general overtones anyway.) Haha, this idea appeals to me. Portal is undoubtedly one of the best games completable in under 3 hours. Thus, I shall apply.

Now, I do apologize for adding yet another Pokemon to the mix. Incidentally, I've been thinking up a male Raichu, which is entirely the opposite of the female one that's just been posted. Interesting... Anyway, enough bumph! I've been stalling on posting this profile for long enough. (Actually, one more thing, I've rearranged the fields, they make more sense in the order I'm putting 'em)

Name: Radcliffe

Gender: Male

Species: Raichu

History: Radcliffe is pretty sure that he spent the first few years of his life being mollycoddled by a nice little, ordinary family. 'twas not long however, before he grew tired of his life as a pampered pet and ran away to the bustling 5 building metropolis of Slateport! Ahem, it's probably a bit bigger than that. Though actually, a Raichu's memories probably aren't that extensive, and he may just be making that bit up.

Since then, whatever happened, and pretty much as far as his memory stretches, he's lived by petty thievery from Slateport market, and pickpocketing passers by for petty sums of Pokedollars. Due to his sustained campaign of thievery, he's become something of a local legend, and is known as "The Orange Hustler" by locals. His unusual behavior once became the subject of an independent documentary of the same name. In this, further behavior was highlighted, that he was in fact stealing stardust from the market, rushing off to Route 110 with it, and trading it with the Pokemon around for food. Not only this, but he's also been known to steal and then use Pokedollars, something which he worked out by observing the Market goers. Ingenious little rat, no?

He evolved from Pikachu, after pinching a thunder stone from the local Pokemart. This had always been something of an aspiration of his, and was dead chuffed when he managed it.

How the hell he's managed to survive on this lifestyle for the past 10 years, who knows. He's had his fair share of luck, has dodged capture several times (He paticularly likes to boast about the time he bounced clean out of an ultra ball.) but has also taken his fair share of knocks along the way. As his...

Appearance: ... proves. You could definitely say that this here Raichu is in dire need of a few Poffins. His appearance, after a decade spent sleeping behind the dumpsters and being beaten away by angry shopkeepers, is a little the-worse-for-wear. His fur is somewhat overgrown in some places, and almost coming out in others. He's obviously acquired a few bumps and scars, and has a distinctive gash across his right thigh, where he was attacked by the Pokemart's security Sneasel, which he was damned lucky to survive without infection. Other than that, he's average enough Raichu. Green eyes, tail with a lightning bolt on end, brown feet, orange fur, you know the drill. Just... a little scruffy.

Personality: Generally incapable of taking anything, and everything seriously. Life is one big game to Radcliffe, oh yes. He's certainly a good candidate for at least getting a fair way through the game. Years of fending for himself have taught him that others can't be relied on, and is more than likely to want to do everything by himself, and use others to give himself an advantage. He knows where to draw the line though, and probably... probably wouldn't put anyone's life in danger. Well, not too much anyway. =P Summarizing, he's a crafty bugger, and at times, ruthless. If asked to join Team Rocket, he probably wouldn't need too much persuading. It'd probably mainly be to use their resources to his own ends, though. Good company, as long as he's on your side, and you speak any Pokemon. Although as mentioned above, although he won't rely on others, he's capable of being a friend, once you get to know him, he's probably a'rite. And if you're nice to him, he may just share his bootleg of tasty blue Pokeblocks he just swiped from the market.

Although he puts on the carefree exterior, I'm thinking he's probably quite a stressed individual, surviving on your own isn't easy, even if you do have a fair bit of control over electricity. It doesn't negate the need to eat, nor sleep. (Difficult in the dangerous downtown, at any rate) Like anyone, he has a serious side, and really, the knocks he takes don't just bounce straight off him, no matter how carefree he acts.

RP Sample: Ah, it's been so long! In fact, it's been such a long time, that I don't believe a single intelligible scrap of any of my RPing remains on record. Even if it did, I was 13 when I last made any serious attempt at RPing, so even if I had a sample, it'd probably be a load of old Magikarp. So, yes, bear in mind that I haven't RPed in a while, and I still need to get back in to practice.

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And... I think that's about it! It's been fun applying, and I hope Radcliffe interests you as that you'd accept him. Thanks for reading me out!

 

[Darkhaven3]

I would like to reserve. Would you mind it too much? I would like to take care to work out a specially crafted character for this roleplay, and I don't want to miss out by taking too long.

 

[Lusankya]

Okay, reserved you are Darkhaven.

All three signups are Approved. Ilike2EatPiez, keep in mind that Shaymin's special Legendary powers are useless within The Game. ;)

And yes, part of the inspiration was from Portal, but most of it is from myself. :)

At any rate, including Darkhaven's reservation, that makes 8 RP'ers so far, including myself. Signups are now Closed, unless someone comes in with a real OMGWTFBBQ sign-up.

 

[Freestyle Farfetch'd]

Grand. I look forward to starting. Reading this thread's got me playing Portal again, too. =)

 

[Raibutai]

Ohhh~

I can't wait! This will be awesome! Nice idea, by the way, Lusankya. It's cool. But... there is one redundant thing. You said the characters would be seperated, each with their own challenge, but you also said that they can kill each other and help each other. But they're seperated!

But.. that's just a random thought. I hope to gain further insight on this topic.

 

[Lusankya]

Sorry, perhaps I should have been more clear. Players are only separated at the very start for Level 1. After Level 1, they enter the main Arena for Level 2, where they have free reign to wander and do whatever the heck they want. All further levels occur in the main Arena, which reformats with different terrain for each level.

So, once you get past Level 1 everyone is in the (gigantic) central playing field. It'll take some wandering before you located everyone else though.

Also, please move all OOC discussion to the OOC thread from now on. Once it gets approved.

 

[Raibutai]

Well, I'm glad that's all cleared up now. Okay, I'll post in the OOC thread. When it gets approved.

 

[Darkhaven3]

Name: LCPL Clark Wilson, 101st
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance:

Wilson is a toughened soldier all the way around, with cold, empty blue eyes and a visible pension for death on his scarred face. He typically keeps to a rough shave due to lack of interest and barely ever worries about his ghastly, pale complexion and hauntingly grim look that seems always painted on his face. His eyebrows are thick and unkempt just as much as his hair, which has grown scraggly and messy in the time he has not bothered to regulate it. Under the garb of a low-ranking soldier, he is of a medium-light build with barely much muscle mass to speak of and a rough 4% body fat. He would never survive a harsh winter with any less than a fur coat, to say the least.

Personality: Drawn back and scared most of the time, Wilson is not the best person to pick as your teammate in a firefight. He is usually assigned the role of Squad Automatic Rifleman, going hand-in-hand with his shaky personality and unstable hands under pressure. He is easily cracked by intimidation, but he always tries to be the best he can at everything he does. He follows through on everything he says and is reliable enough to put a life in his hands, but is not experienced enough to call a marksman. Passionate as he is about life, he tends not to bother other people.

He realizes he is in far too deep to go back now that he has become part of The Game, and will not spare threats of death to other players and the appropriate action. He's not exactly an experienced fighter, but now after experiencing so many deaths he has become stiff-fingered and able-witted in combat. Prangs of horror still haunt him from the experiences of his run from Cipher and his superiors, and it has kept him true to his shaky personality.

History: Born to Madeline and Jonathan Wilson on December 9, 1982, Clark spent most of his childhood between homes, struggling to fit in with other children at his constantly-shifting school enrollments; it led to him being socially inept and very drawn back for fear of rejection by peers, which has carried with him for all of his life. For the most part, he called Atlanta, Georgia (USA) his hometown for the interlinking two years between his sixteenth and eighteenth birthdays, and after seeing a psychiatrist with his parents about his withdrawn behavior, it was decided that it was best for him to join the military. He was transferred to Orre, basically, for assaulting a superior officer (with his fists) who ordered his entire fireteam to open fire on unarmed civilians; the boring nature of being assigned to security detail seemed punishment enough at the time.

After working under a classified organization known only as "Cipher", he followed up by stealing their most prized experiment and thereafter escaping the region of Orre via a commandeered helicopter. As the two - the experimental furry known as Arlene and Lance Corporal Wilson - sped off into the immense Sinnoh waters, they were shot down by a commando unit (the 101st) after Wilson for deserting. He was captured on February 25, 2002 after almost eleven months in hiding as a fugitive with Arlene, who had eventually become his lover. Arlene is presumed KIA, while Wilson was put on trial. He had been sentenced to death, scheduled for a firing squad one week later. His final memory before waking up in the midst of The Game was lying down for a nap in his jail cell - ironically, he had planned to escape the next day.

Other: N/A.
RP Sample: You'll see when the roleplay starts.