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The Lord of Snacks

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WaffleGod 4.0

Weaver of the Eternal Circle
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    INTRODUCTION
    Hi, everyone. This is a non-pokemon related RPG. It is one that you will join. No, I am not asking. This is an order. You will join this RPG. For if you do not join, you can't participate! You want to participate, right? Right? This whole mess spawned from a random and nutty conversation I had with a friend. So let's get rolling! You get an e-cookie if you can correctly identify any of the references that appear throughout the story.

    THE PLOT
    Long, long ago, in the days of yore, there existed a holy coin. A penny, that wielded a miraculous power. It was said that the penny, named the Lucky Penny, would return from any vending machine it was placed in, without question. The wielder of the Penny would gain access to a limitless supply of tasty snacks, subsequently becoming the lord of all snacks.

    Fearing its immense power, the ancient guardians of the Penny sealed it away. It has been lost for centuries, with only the guardians' descendants knowing of its location. Many have sought the Penny, seeking to claim its power. None have returned alive.

    In the present day, the world is enveloped by a mysterious aura. Few are aware of the existence of this force, or from where it originates, though the ones who do have managed to harness its power. Using the energy, people have created an odd technology. Strange, tiny mechanical dolls which are fueled by the aura, called Angels. They possess a human form, and when they are initially designed, tbeir appearance can be customized to fit the owner's liking. These Angels serve as companions for people, and have a variety of abilities based on their chosen Angel Class (More on that later!).

    Among school children, the Angels make popular toys, even though very few children are actually capable of making them move properly. Angels are different from normal toys, in that they react to mental waves. Unable to act on their own, their movements are controlled by the thoughts of their owner. Thus, only one with a strong will can fully utilize the Angel's abilities. It goes without saying that the higher the level of synchronization, the more precise the Angel's movements. To anyone else, the Angel is nothing more than a useless doll.

    The toys are especially popular among the children at the prestigious Academy of Skool. Those who can control their Angels often pit them against each other in a test of strength, while the others use them as mere decorations. Or dull, lifeless action figures. Whatever your imagination permits. One night, several random students, each conveniently happening to be the owner of their own Angel, share the same dream. They dream of a red-haired girl, her hair tied in pigtails. Her voice, inaudible, resonates with their very minds, but what she speaks is largely incomprehensible to them. Her voice is felt, not heard; an indescribable sensation, and the only thing that can be understood is the word "Hinamizawa".

    Who is this girl, and what does she want? How is she connected to the Lucky Penny? Another day at Skool arrives. You are a student, and you have seen the dream. The path is laid before you; Angel in tow, you must set out on a journey to find the Lucky Penny, while weaving through the many obstacles in your way.

    This all makes about as much sense as Chewbacca living on Endor. But hey, don't sweat the details. You want the Penny. The one Penny. To rule them all.


    RULES
    1) Play fair. You want the Lucky Penny, we know. So don't be a jerk about it. Unless it's part of your character, of course.
    2) Four lines per post, minimum. If you're having trouble, start describing your surroundings. Or talk about the wind. Something!
    3) Grammar. Please. No offense to some of you, but attempting to read through a poorly written wall of text isn't very fun, and can detract from the experience. Please proofread everything you write, preferrably before you post it. I don't expect your writing to be perfect, but I expect it to be legible.
    4) Um…er…have fun?


    CHARACTER CREATION
    So, this is where you'll be setting up your character. You have to be a student, but I really don't care how old you are. You can be a 40-year-old bumbling idiot who keeps failing classes, for all I care. Be creative.

    Name: (What be thy name?)
    Gender: (Art thou a lass, or a lady? 73 genders does not a human make)
    Age: (For how many years hast thou dwelt upon this land?)
    Height: (What be the amount of vertical space thou occupieth?)
    Weight: (What be they mass, mortal?)
    Appearance: (Describe thy physical guise)
    Personality: (Explaineth to the masses how thy character acts)
    Background: (Describe thy past)
    Favorite Snack: (Ye who seekest the holy coin, what dost thou consume?)
    Misc: (Dost thou desireth to speak of more? Proceed.)
    RP Sample: (The path ahead is dangerous. Thou must prove to me that thy skills are worthy of this quest. If thou desirest, this may be placed below the Angel creation area.)


    ANGEL CREATION
    Here, you will be designing your Angel partner. Keep in mind that they are technically dolls, and thus aren't very tall. I'd be happy if you could try and keep the height around 2 feet, at most, though being slightly taller (No more than 2 ½ feet!) is okay. I don't want to see any 400-foot tall behemoths rampaging around the world..Save that for Godzilla; he can probably do it better than you anyway. Aside from that, be creative, and have fun!! You two will be stuck together, so the more effort you put into this, the better! Just remember that the Angels are not living beings, and thus are incapable of cognitive thought.

    Name: (State the name of your ally, chosen one.)
    Gender: (Though thy partner has no gender, it may resemble one)
    Height: (What be the vertical displacement?)
    Weapon: (If thou deem it necessary, thy Angel may have a weapon)
    Appearance: (Ye must have a physical form with which to traverse the material plane. Describe it for m'lord)
    Class: (Thy class, to be discussed in detail later. Patience, mortal)
    Ability: (Thy Angel may have one unique ability, not limited to their class. It can be anything from flight, to some form of nonsensical powerup. Useth thy imagination. Within limits, of course. Thy Angel shan't be juggling buildings like twigs.)


    ANGEL CLASS SETUP
    I briefly mentioned the classes a while back. Now let's get into some details, eh? Shamelessly ripped from other sources, your Angel's class will determine its primary abilities. All Angels will have basic melee functions, as well as several class-specific abilities. All Angels also have a built-in self-repair function, though it generally works slowly.

    WARRIOR
    -These Angels have been tuned primarily for physical combat. What they lack in special abilities, they make up for in brute strength. A walking wall of pure physical power, they can topple even the mightiest of foes in a few solid hits. Assuming, of course, said foe isn't a 400-foot tall fire-breathing green lizard. Warriors have a very high pain threshold, and can withstand a large amount of punishment. On the other hand, they have a very low resistance to any form of mystical forces. Mind over matter, or something like that.

    ELEMENTALIST
    -Mana. A force of nature that exists everywhere in the universe. When it gathers in clusters, it forms what we refer to as elemental forces. Fire, water, lightning. Elementalists can gather and manipulate this mana, and use it as they see fit, though they are unable to utilize wind-based mana in any way. However, and take careful note of this, Elementalists can only use a certain elemental force if a source of said force is nearby. They can only manipulate existing mana clusters, and cannot direct the actual formation of it. However, small traces of mana can be stored for later use, though the Elementalist has a very small capacity; they can only store enough mana for 1 or 2 attacks. Defensively, they are the exact opposite of the Warriors. High mystical resistance, but a good old fashioned boot to the head can put them down for the count.

    DISTORTIONIST
    -Similar to the Elementalist, the Distortionist works with mana clusters. However, they utilize it for purely defensive purposes, and can only work with wind elements. This model was not designed with combat in mind, but that doesn't mean it's not a formidable adversary. It can manipulate air currents to generate powerful barriers, reduce the target's mobility, and other creative defensive things that you can think of. Imagination is key! A strong enough force can pierce the barrier, and once it is broken through, the Distortionist is likely to be taken out fairly quickly.

    ACROBAT
    -The most agile of all classes. Fairly weak in terms of both offensive and defensive abilities, the Acrobat compensates by being extremely mobile. Capable of rapid movement, they can perform a series of lightning-fast attacks with little effort. Their extreme agility makes them very difficult targets to hit, but if an attack does connect, they will likely be neutralized by a single blow.
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    And there you have it. Like it? Sign up. This all makes sense to me in my crazy little head, but if you need anything to be clarified, and/or have any questions about anything, feel free to ask. I'll post my character and start the RPG once a few people join. I'm hoping for at least 4 or 5.

    Let the quest for the Lucky Penny begin!
     
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    OOC: Awesome! You made it!

    IC:

    Name:
    Simon Sehz
    Gender: Boy
    Age:
    18
    Height: 6 ft
    Weight: 180 lbs
    Appearance: Simon usually has a smile on his face and can be seen with black sunglasses over his worn out baseball hat. Simon, with his blue eyes, has brown hair that is usually a bit messy, he always tries to comb it back but it always ends up going back to a mess. He wears blue jeans and blue denim jacket over his white shirt. However what makes him so different is that his white shirt always says something different on it and may sometimes have a picture on it to help aid the joke or comment on the shirt. Aside from this he has a pencil always ready at hand which he keeps behind his ear. The pencil however is always broken and Simon never seems to bother sharpening it. He also wears worn out white sneakers. Aside from his clothing and accessories, Simon actually has a pretty decent body but stinks at most physical activities and sports.
    Personality: Simon is pretty hyper and is never caught depressed. He constantly daydreams though and never pays any attention to anything giving some to believe that he may be a bit stupid and that he can be at times. However he has one nasty trait and that is a short temper. Simon can be angered quite easily by almost anything and another bad trait is that he thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread. Aside from these unattractive traits, Simon is actually a nice and caring person but a bit whacky most of the time.
    Background: Simon loves film and enjoys making "movies" all the time under any circumstance. Ever since his younger sister died he started to get into Angels and became more whacky to the point where some thought he lost his mind. What he enjoys the most is filming his Angel compete in battles. He has filmed every single battle his Angel has ever been too. He edits his movies a lot to add in cheesy special effects that are done so bad that the viewer can't help but cry. Because of this however it is unknown whether he actually wins all of his battles truthfully or if he edits them out so he looks like he is the winner. In either case, his "movies" are so bad and cheesy that they are funny and are usually enjoyed by those who wish to point and laugh at them. One fateful night however will completely change his life forever as he had a dream of some red-haired girl who he daydreamed about flying around before with her pig-tails. Aside from that note he eagerly woke up and wanted nothing more but a penny. To find out more about pennies he started to question kids by filming their every movement. Soon he created his own unofficial School club called "The Lost Penny Club" in which he "enlisted" members by dragging them out of their own clubs to his to gain information by any means necessary. However he gained no to little information about Pennies other then the fact that they had Abraham Lincoln's face on it and that they were made of copper, nonsense! However he was soon told about the Lucky Penny. Simon however still has no idea what the Lucky Penny is; nevertheless, he will stop at nothing to claim it!
    Favorite Snack: Funions
    Misc: His Angel is actually dedicated to his sister that died by illness. She always wanted to become an actress and was always in complete happiness when she got to play in Simon's movies.
    Simon also has a black pet cat named "Melanie". What is unusual about the cat is the fact that the cat can actually turn into a girl. However this power is only allowed when no one is watching. Her human form is a very cute girl with long black hair. Melanie is in love with Simon and knows him from left to right, however she never has the courage to tell him her true feelings. When she is a human she tends to hang around Simon a lot and is usually his only fan. She can also turn back into a cat but again it can only be done if no one is watching. Aside from this she is actually more normal than Simon and becomes very jealous when another girl is around him, but she is usually a very nice and warm-hearted girl. Simon of course has no idea that his cat and his fan Melanie are the same entity, in fact, he has no idea that his cat even has this power.



    ANGEL CREATION


    Name: Star
    Gender: Female
    Height: 1 ft
    Weapon: Scythe, "Shooting Star"
    Appearance: (Yes, I drew the picture.)Star has short pink hair and a blue laser visor that stretches across her eyes between her mechanical ears. On her neck she wears a small collar. She wears a blue vest with a pink ribbon in the center of it. On her hips she wears pink leg armor with a blue
    cape that flows down with stars all around decorating it. She also wears pink leg armor
    that connects to her footwear which is pink high heels with spikes connected to it for
    devastating kick attacks. Though her arms are bare, she wears big pink gloves in which
    she holds her giant scythe which looks like a shimmering shooting star.
    Class: Acrobat
    Ability: Star Storm – Star creates a flashy and beautiful barrier around herself which looks like a shower of stars around her. The star barrier boost up both her magical and physical defenses to that of a warrior and an elementalist. However once the barrier is activated it cannot be shut down by any means. The only way it stops is when all or most of the energy of the Angel is completely sucked away making it used only as a finishing move.

    RP Sample:

    The RPG sample is from my RPG, "Pokemon II"

    It's a hot summer day and school is out, in the tropical island of Cinnabar what's a better summer activity than surfing? That's right, surfing season is now in session. Of course, difference in seasons has never stopped this young trainer from hitting the waves with his board before.

    Brad is surfing on a wave that is at least 10 feet. Pretty big, and he is surfing it with a big smile on his face as other surfers are losing balance and falling in the ocean. Accompaning the young surfer is a tough Wartortle who is standing at the front of the surfboard enjoying the sport as well.

    After surfing the high wave, Brad makes it safely to the shoreline where he is greeted by plenty of girls who seem to be big fans of his.

    "Ooo!!! You were wonderful!" One shouts.

    "You're so dreamy, can I surf with you?" Another asks.

    The swarm of girls crowd Brad without hesitation, trying to be at his side.

    "Ladies please, one at a time." Brad laughs.

    Just then an announcement can be heard over a loudspeaker coming from a fat man with a mustache who at his side is a young skinny surfer who seems to be lost in his own little world and a middle aged man who seems to be some sort of judge.

    "Wow! Wasn't that a high tide?" shouts The fatman.

    The crowd on the beach goes crazy. Other surfers who fell in the water can be seen climbing out of the ocean in shame, some even covered in seaweed.

    "Well, who will reign surpreme in the Surf's Up Contest? Let's leave it to our judges and of course our viewing audience!" The fatman explains.

    The crowd goes estatic.

    "Well" starts the middle-aged man,

    "All of them seem pretty good but I have to give it to contestant Brad for giving a splendid surf over the last wave. It was flawless" He explains.

    He turns to the other judge who is the oblivious skinny man. He looks around and points to himself and then smiles,

    "Oh, yeah,... right..." He says as if he completely forgot about the surfing contest.

    "Umm, I'll have to agree on... everything Greg said... totally man... totally..." He says moving his hands around acting cool.

    "Well there you have it Wave fans! Surfer Brad wins the tournament!" The fatman yells in excitment.

    The crowd goes crazy. Brad makes it up to the man where he shakeshands and receives a trophy.

    "Any words you would like to say?" The fat man asks.

    Brad nodded and was handed the microphone.

    "Yeah! I would like to thank all of my fans out there who cheered me on and of course my family and friends! Thank you all!" Brad shouts happily.

    The crowd goes crazy and a storm of girls come chasing after him. After much talking and autographs, pictures and such, Brad finally is able to leave and make it home.

    He throws his trophy on his bed and leans his board on the wall. There can be seen a shelf full of Trophies for surfing, this seems to not be the first time he won such a contest.

    He climbs out of a window and ontop of his roof and sits as he now watches the late afternoon sun setting.

    Brad seems not so thrilled winning. He looks around and sees plenty of tourists flooding the streets and beaches, not a single Trainer though.

    "Man, if only I became more top game especially for Pokemon..." He thinks out loud.

    He remembers when he was younger, how Cinnabar used to be an Island of Pokemon Trainers and how Blaine used to be the toughest Gym Leader out there. Now its all gone. If only something big happened in this dull island, maybe then will Trainers flock towards this little island bring it back to life.

    Brad thinks this all in his mind with his Wartortle at his side looking over the twilight sky as well..
     
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    OOC: Interesting character, good sir. Stylish, whacky, looks fun to use. You're in! I just hope you have a good explanation for that shirt and the cat :P

    To help move things along, I guess I should post my character, too.

    CHARACTER CREATION

    Name: Felix Rosencrantz
    Gender: Male
    Age: 23
    Height: 5'4"
    Weight: 140 lbs

    Appearance: Felix has short, neatly combed black hair, and bright green eyes. He's a wee bit short, but that doesn't detract from his prideful walk. He is often seen wearing a dark blue vest on top of a light green shirt, and is almost always wearing a set of grey, cleanly pressed pants. Not one for sneakers, he tends to wear either shiny black shoes, or a pair of brown hiking boots, depending on how he's feeling that day.

    Personality: Despite what his awkward fashion sense may lead people to believe, Felix is actually a somewhat normal person, aside from a few quirks. Somewhat. An optimist, he is outgoing and easily excited, to the point of approaching nearly everything he does with a great deal of enthusiasm and pride. Once he sets his mind on something, it's almost impossible to change how he feels, short of knocking him unconscious. Which has happened before. Due to his enthusiasm and absurdly positive outlook on everything, getting him angry is a very, very difficult thing to do.

    Background: As the only child of the noble Rosencrantz family, Felix's parents had a lot of expectations for him to live up to. He failed to meet every single one of them. Being as enthusiastic as he is, Felix spent much of his youth running around his hometown of Blobolonia, having various mischievous adventures with his small group of friends.

    His parents, in a desperate attempt to get him to settle down, purchased an Angel for him. Unlike other Angels, however, this one appeared to be prebuilt, as if someone had owned it before. When Felix held the Angel for the first time, the word "Elyon" appeared in his mind. Having no idea what the word meant, Felix assumed it to be the Angel's name. Much to his parents' dismay, getting an Angel only caused Felix to care even less about his noble heritage. It took him a bit of time to learn how to move the Angel, but has since become quite skilled with it, and has won his share of battles. Becoming frustrated during his first match, Felix accidently unleashed a tremendous force from within Elyon, which he has since decided to call "Overdrive". Due to the severe exhaustion this caused him, Felix has refused to use it again unless absolutely necessary.

    Eventually, Felix's parents sent him to the Academy of Skool in yet another attempt to get him in touch with his nobility. Felix, however, viewed it as another place to have a series of adventures, and his excitement was only fueled even further when he learned the story of the Lucky Penny. Rumor or not, Felix knew he had to have it.

    His search took a strange turn when he had a dream one night, of a child who spoke of something called "Hinamizawa". Nothing could have prepared him for the events that were about to take place.

    Favorite Snack: Cake. Lots of it.

    Misc: Felix talks to Elyon constantly, even though he knows Elyon will never respond to anything he says. People tend to stay away from him because of this; most of them think he's crazy.

    ANGEL CREATION

    Name: "Elyon"
    Gender: Male
    Height: 1'6"
    Weapon: None

    Appearance: Elyon has shoulder-length silver hair. His eyes are an azure color, as vivid a blue as the sky. His relatively small frame is clad in a light blue chest plate, and a matching set of greaves and gauntlets. Draped around him is a pure black cloak, with white vertical stripes running across the exterior. The interior lining was pure white, in direct contrast to the black exterior. On Elyon's back, hidden beneath the cloak, is an open slot. Was something supposed to be there?

    Class: Warrior

    Ability: "Overdrive" – A dangerous ability, meant only to be used under extreme circumstances in which no other options are viable. Elyon's functioning parameters are temporarily boosted far beyond their normal limits, providing for a dramatic increase in his offensive and defensive capabilities. This ability puts a tremendous strain on Elyon, and uses an enormous amount of energy. After approximately 2 minutes of continued use, Elyon will shut down for 20 minutes while his core systems cool down. The Overdrive system also puts a large strain on the operator's mind, as the brain attempts to keep up with Elyon's movements. Using this ability too often can potentially lead to a mental breakdown, and possibly a psychotic episode. Felix himself has only used this once, by accident.

    RP Sample: Har har, not even I am exempt! Anywho, this is from the RPG known as "Pokemon".

    "As the orange dragon rose upward, the ground beneath it crumbled away. Luther turned around briefly, watching everyone climb to safety. He wondered if Ash was still standing around like an idiot. Not that it mattered, Luther was simply curious. But anyway. His mind wandered a bit, and he thought that the decaying landscape made a great setting for this battle.

    "So cool! It's just like in those action movies I used to watch! Except it's nothing like that at all! " he squealed. "Well, Dragonite. I've got a feeling this chapter of our lives is coming to an end pretty soon. So let's make it count! It's time to spread our wings and fly! Onward, to a glorious ending!"

    They rose ever higher, slowly but surely approaching Missingno. Luther fixated his gaze upon the red dots on the creature's surface. Having no other distinguishable features, Luther assumed they were its eyes. He wanted to be certain that he had its full attention. He stood up on Dragonite's back, as the two of them continued their ascent. He closed his eyes for a moment, envisioning a possible scenario. Victory. He imagined everyone returning to the normal plane. He saw the fires on Missingno's body dying out, the creature itself solidifying and cracking. Slowly, it deteriorated into nothingness. He remembered his past. Lieutenant Surge, Ash, the joy he felt when he caught Dratini in the river. He felt his memories. He opened his eyes, and glared at Missingno.

    Dragonite continued to rise.

    "Can you feel this? I know you can. There's no need to hide from me. I know who you are. I know your objectives, your desires, your goals. The truth is, you and I have a lot in common. And so do they," he said, gesturing to the other trainers below. Luther smiled. "But we have something you don't, and never will."

    Memories. Knowing that the creature reacted to thought, Luther wanted to get his point across dramatically. "You said before that you wanted us to prove to you that we share a bond with our pokemon." He thrust his right arm out to the side. A slight breeze ruffled his cloak. "Our bond lies in our memories!"

    Luther paused for a moment, allowing the words to sink in. "Within our memories, we hold knowledge. Knowledge of each other, knowledge of the world. By learning of each other's existence, we form a connection. A bond. That bond gives us power, and with that strength, we have no limits. There's nothing we can't beat!" Luther posed. "We came this far because of our bond. I trust Dragonite, and he trusts me. Now, we're going to show you just how strong our bond has made us!" With those words, Dragonite stopped moving, and began to hover in the place it had reached.

    "This hand of mine holds over a decade of memories," Luther called out, raising his right fist. He reared back his arm. Reacting to his movements, Dragonite's antennae twitched slightly, and began to glow. "The envoy of light tears down the walls of the past while the blaze of darkness opens the road to the future! It's the strength of memory that gives us this power!" Luther swung his arm, as if striking an invisible foe. Dragonite tilted its head back, and let fly a massive Fire Blast. The mighty dragon immediately opened its mouth again, unleashing a powerful Hyper Beam. The beam pierced the Fire Blast, transforming into a massuve burst of flaming energy.

    Luther and Dragonite trailed directly behind the blast, the latter one's arms glowing a bright green. Dragonite was preparing to use its powerful Dynamic Punch. All attacks were to be aimed at what Luther assumed were Missingno's eyes."
     
    Name: Miles

    Gender: Male

    Age: Sixteen

    Height: 171 centimetres

    Weight: 62 kilograms

    Appearance: Miles stands at 171 centimetres high and weighs an approximate of 62 kilograms. He has short black hair occasionally adorned by a beanie decorated with a printed design of two rice crackers. His skin is lightly tanned and is clothed by a white long-sleave (rolled) collar shirt as well as a pair of grey belt-braced trousers. His attire also includes a pair of white grey sneakers. A tag chained by a silver necklace rests across his shoulders and around his neck. The word 'Rice' is also printed upon the tag.

    Personality: Miles is a quiet and generally shy person who does not like confrontations or large crowds. He does not converse well with others and tends to wonder off alone. He is caring of his family and the people he considers to be 'true' friends. He will help those in need but will also stray away from conflict whenever possible. Miles is laid back and tends not to take situations (no matter how grave) very seriously. He enjoys having fun and being with his family and friends. Light-hearted and caring, Miles will lend a hand to those who are in trouble or are struggling. His most serious unrest is when other people are indirectly hurt as a result of his involvement in a conflict or battle.

    Background: Miles spent much of his childhood living at home with his adoptive parents, Judith and Michael and their daughter, Chelsea. His parents were also co-owners of a small dojo in a town called Rooter Creek. He worked with his parents for a number of years at the dojo until he had become mature enough to begin his own life adventure. He had been travelling for four years across different countries from the day he had left home. During his travels, Miles had visited many different dojo facilities in which he studied and practiced a variety of different martial arts. He also developed his own unique fighting style during his final years of travelling, before returning to his home in Rooter Creek.

    Favourite Snack: Rice Cracker

    RP Sample: The cool sea breeze washed over his face as he sat behind the captain of a small motorboat. He could see they were approaching their destination rather quickly and decided to strike up a conversation in order to fill the awkward silence between them. 'So…' Miles began uncomfortably, attempting to sound casual, 'have you sailed across this part of Hoenn before?'
    The captain was slightly taken aback by the sudden question but smiled as he processed his answer. 'I've made a few stops at Lilycove before, for business and what not, nothing really important.' He smiled but did not look at his passenger. 'We'll be there in a few minutes now.'
    Miles nodded but remained silent as they entered the city's harbour. The sea air was surprisingly stronger across the harbour then it was when travelling across the ocean. Miles could feel his heart beating a little faster as they docked beside several small dinghies in the water. He was finally here; the place where he would find and eventually reunite with his parents.
    Miles bid farewell to the sea captain and headed into town.

    Large clusters of people were scattered all throughout the city, obviously taking part in some sort of celebration or event. Following the information on the papers he had found in his parents' room, Miles recognised the attraction and soon arrived at the entrance to the infamous Lilycove Safari Zone.
    There were a number of guards at the entrance blocking the pathway inside. Groups of people and Pokémon were also gathered around the entrance, most probably waiting for their turn at the event. Miles paced across the square in front of the zone, taking care not to bump into anyone as he begun contemplating about how he and his family were connected to this event and their relationship with Team Rocket.

    Large monitors were flickering above the zone's entrance, displaying the areas and people inside who were taking a part in the event.
    'Hmm, looks like the event's already started…' Miles mumbled, as he leant against the guard rail surrounding the square.
    Watching the monitors with mild interest, Miles suddenly spotted something strange happening within one of the screens. He stood up straight and decided to approach the entrance a little closer. However, before he could attempt a second glance, the screen had already changed displaying another area within the zone. 'What was that?' Miles began, scanning the monitors in hope of seeing the image again. He stood unmoved outside the zone, the image he had seen still burned in his mind. 'It couldn't be…'

    The sound was faded but definitely real. Miles flinched as he heard the sound emit from within the zone. It lasted for just a moment but he was sure he had heard it. The sound was unique almost foreboding. He quickly looked around the entrance trying to see if anyone else had heard the noise. No other citizen appeared to have taken any notice of it but Miles was definite on his decision. 'There is something in that place…' he shot in a sudden rash but forced whisper.

    He finally altered his gaze from the monitor where he had seen something very obscure and out of the ordinary. He felt suddenly depressed and suspected something ominous was approaching. His heart raced as he scanned the screens for any other sign or message that might explain the feeling he was beginning to have.
    Shots of dirt rocks and grassy plateaus flashed across the monitors above the zone's entrance. Miles could see something was wrong: the Pokémon inside were acting in an almost hostile manner, as if something was threatening them. 'What is going on?' he exclaimed.
    Miles watched the screens until another image suddenly caught his attention. There were a group of Pokémon Trainers all gathered in a small clearing within a forest enclosed area. He watched the group intently. 'That's strange…' he thought, speaking in a hushed tone, 'maybe they have something to do with the event…and my parents.' Suddenly, something caught his eye. He noticed something stirring in the background and knew it was neither human nor Pokémon. However, before he could obtain a better look, the monitor flashed and another image was displayed. Miles blinked but kept his gaze upon the screens, hoping that he would see the image again.
    'Something's not rig-ah!' he began, before breaking off his sentence as he made an attempt to grab the guard rail. The ground was beginning to shake and almost knocked everyone in the square to their hands and knees. The guards were shouting, obviously startled by the sudden quake.
    Finally breaking his watch over the monitors, Miles looked around the square as the ground continued to shake. Pokémon and trainers were on the ground undoubtedly dazed by the sudden rupture. He saw with relief that some other trainers and Pokémon were more instinctive when it came to natural disasters: there was a Geodude weighting a small young boy in the air who was evidently its trainer; there was also another teenage girl who was comfortably shielding her Vulpix as they steered away from the bustling entrance.

    The monitors were crashing around the entrance and the guards were escorting people away from the structure. Miles realised that he was losing the only chance he had of finding his parents. He knew that this sudden disaster wasn't natural. Something more threatening was the cause of it.
    'I have to find out what's going on!' Miles exclaimed falling to the ground, still clutching the guard rail. The ground still shaking beneath him, Miles pulled himself up and began racing towards the Safari Zone.

    Name: Prower

    Gender: Male

    Height: 75 centimetres

    Appearance: Prower is a 75 centimetre tall Angel that shares a similar personality to its partner, Miles. Prower has long fair hair often covered by a small blue square hat. A small metal plate is also visible upon the front of the hat. He has light skin and bright blue eyes. He often adorns a long blue robe, imprinted from either side by two long white stripes. He also wears a pair of blue metal clad sneakers.

    Class: Distortionist

    Ability: Return – Prower's personal ability which allows him to become the figure of a small plush toy. During this form, Prower loses all of his class abilities reducing him to the state of an ordinary plush toy. Fitted with a small pair of white wings, Prower in his 'Return' form resembles a very small cat like plush toy. His fur is also of a fair colour, matching his original hair colour. During his 'Return' form, Prower has only one independent ability. This ability allows Prower to resume his original form as an Angel.
     
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    OOC: Return seems kinda useless. But hey, it's creative, and I'm sure you've got some nice stuff planned. Plus it reminds me of Kero for some reason, and Kero is awesome. You're in! I guess we'll start once Shaydeh has his character up. And to all of the watchers, you guys and gals can jump in at any time! 'course you'll have to wait for approval, but still >_>
     
    Myesh, myesh, gentlemen. My apologies for the prolong, been kind of busy. I got my character written up, now only my Angel's decritption remains, it should be up by tomorrow. Thanx for waiting.
     
    OOC| May I join? Just to be sure XD My intro is all done. Just in case you allow me so I would not waste your time, here's my intro. By the way, may I double?


    Name: Yukishiro Haruhi
    Gender: Female ♀
    Age: Sweet & innpcent age of 14
    Height: 1.63m
    Weight: 35kg {Extremely light,although she has the biggest appetite you can imagine-well, not really-}

    Appearance:

    When Haruhi was borned, she had beautiful and naturally black,straight hair along with her sparkling black eyes. Another nature feature of hers was her tanned skin. Now, after 14 years, Haruhi had thigh-length hair, its colour forever changing. The truth is, Haruhi always tries different hair dyes and contact lenses.

    https://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y121/cutelittlesakura/1126921827_tureswood3.jpg

    Just imagine longer, LONGER hair, tanned skin, long, tanned legs (strong, flexible yet elegant) and a much shorter miniskirt that looks like this one the girl's wearing:

    https://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y121/cutelittlesakura/1126921729_esordinary.jpg


    Personality: Haruhi is an energetic and hyper lass with a cheerful and outgoing outlook, and a great passion for drawing and singing. Her happy-go-lucky and bubbly personality may cause her to land straight into trouble, but she believes that happiness is the cure for all. Haruhi -chan is very cute but her indolence is only revealed within her trusted friends, meaning to say that she's really her lazy self in front of her familair pals. Loyal and carefree, this elegant and creative pre-teen is somewhat selfish too. Haruhi yearns for praises, but she doesn't like it when people talk bad about her. Her small little brain will instantly teach her how to spite them back. Usually she uses her smartness for good purposes but when she gets fuming, her glare's the scariest part. Haruhi is shy to strangers but very open to her companions. Only her true friends and Pokemon know what she's like: Cheerful, happy-go-luck, optimistic. Of course, enduring her rare selfishness is not part of their timetable- they know when not to and when to insult the sweet and generous Haruhi.


    Background: Haruhi lives with her parents, 3 grandparents, the two helps, her younger siblings, Psyche and Peony, and finally, her 2 older siblings, Akira and Naru. Her maternal grandmother had passed away, while her maternal grandfather, Ojichan, goes to the woods to chop wood everyday. Her paternal grandfather, Kyon, helps maintain her father, Fujitaka's stall. Her grandmother, Hanaki is sickly due to her illness, and Yukiko earns some money by being a doctor and horse-trainer at the same time. The help, Ayame, doesn't get paid, she stays with the Yukishiros since Akira saved her life. The other help was Ayumu, an airhead-like pre-teen who have been found fained near the bank of the lake. Psyche and Peony are twins who are at the age of 12, while Naru and Akira are 19 and 17 respectively.



    Favorite Snack: Haruhi love almost everything except for pears,jackfruits and dragonfruits.
    Misc: Haruhi means spring hope.

    RP Sample: The moonlight flashed across the sky and penetrated along the dark street, lending some light to early-birds. Dominated by the intense swirling , grey clouds , the usual cerulean blue sky was history. The Lavender had thrown itself over the night, leaving an impression of an uncalm weather .Peony cuddled her sling bag closer to her chest as a chill rippled down her spine. Fear engulfed her as a pair of bats skimmed past a solitary lamp post. Biting her lip, she quickened her pace through the damp , bricked ground and felt her skin turning cold and clammy. Face pale , she could feel herself flying as she desperately try to sprint out of the lonely street . Morning , 4.30 am and it's already so creepy . She shuddered and chased the thought of being attacked by wild Pokemon off her small , harmless and innocent brain , or so she thought . This is her new life . Her new beginning of a story about to unfold .

    ' Only for 4 months... 4 months ... ' Peony reassured herself confidently , then sweatdropped . ' I can't go on like this , ' She frowned . Reaching out for her sling bag , Peony 's sharp sense of auditory gave her some strange sensation . Not the blowing , mystical breeze , not the early rusting of newly fuddled leaves , and not the call of early birds . Her acute ears tells her that something is beneath the cold and deserted weeded by patches of ... dead matter . It once consisted of lush , green tress , blankets of thick , fresh grass shaped above by blooming flora and nature ... But now , it was all different .

    Peony sighed . She knew something was going on , but what ? As she searched for her Pokedex , she reflected on her attributes . Peony was 100% self-esteemed that her sensation and predicts will be ... true. While opening her Pokedex[the one in the first season] , her decent vision scanned the area dominated by tall weeds and abadnoned plants . Something caught her eye , and she knew what it was now ...

    She reached out for a half red , half white orb . Deep in thoughts , she pondered over which Pokemon she should use. Finally , a disadvantage usage will be the best to sharpen up her skills.

    " Go , Coco ! " A blinding radiant beat the moonlight as a beautiful half pink,half white ball with seven glittering branches came out. Coco squealed as she saw the resolute opponent , Gloom.

    " Coco , start off the battle with Icy Wind ! " Peony instructed . A gust of tornado with 80% of iciness came swishing towards Gloom. Her trainer , Beauty Becky ordered Gloom to use Stun Spore. Small littles circles of different colour came shooting towards the tornado. Some managed to break past and came swiftly towards Coco. Coco easily evaded that attack by swiftly adjusting her position as agile as possible.

    "Coco , counter that with Spike Cannon followed by Bubblebeam ! And use Body Slam after that !" Coco's seven branches lodged countless spikes out and she spitted out a series of bubbles elegantly as the bubbles mixed with the spikes to form a confusing scene.Gloom was trapped and its accuraccy fell as it vision was not clear.

    "Gloom! No , Gloom use leech seed ! " In the state of confusion , Gloom's seeds rode on the gentle breeze into different directions , but the spikes Coco released earlier on block them.

    THUD ! The earth must have shook. Dozens and dozens of spikes and seeds invaded the ground. It was as if hooves of Ponyta was galloping across the Earth . "The bubbles are clearing ! " Becky informed the plant Pokemon. Peony smiled in the dark way .

    "Coco , NOW !" Coco sprinted out of nowhere from the air above and dashed down legless like a Rapidash[imgaine that , ok?] . "Body Slam !" She braced herself on Gloom and with a BAM ! , both fall onto the earth. " Coco , Recover !"
    ...

    Becky grated her teeth ."Watch out , Peony !" She gave a final warning as she picked up her beloved Gloom. " I'll beat you , JUST WATCH OUT !"

    Peony sweatdropped again. " Uh , sure ... Do you need Coco to use Recover and-"

    Becky shook her head . " Just be careful , nowadays surprise attacks are common . " Peony nodded and watched as Becky disappeared , mixing into the fog . The moon has disappeared and some part of the radiant Sun is showing .

    " Coco ! Your nice , good ,very good , great , excellent , marvellous,wonderful, FANTASTIC !" Peony dashed over to the fatigued Pokemon . Peony herself felt her double eyelids being weighed down by fatigue , but she perservered on and praised Coco. "Let's get you some rest , alright ?" The Corsola too disappeared , dematerialized into the transparent light of her 'orb' ...



    ANGEL

    Name: Mikoto
    Gender: Female
    Height: 75 cm
    Weapon: Mikoto has these 3 weapons- The arrow/bow, daggers and a sword.

    Appearance: https://images.quizilla.com/I/ickleshwerf/1121482455_WIND.jpg

    Class: Elementalist

    Ability:

    Mind Read- This is basically the atatck Mikoto has no matter in whatever environment. It has a big risk though, for sometimes the target will be angry and well, the situations worsens. Mind Read comes along with other psychic abilities.
     
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    Meet Dreydé Sagi

    Kind of rushed but it's done. ;)

    Meet Dreydé Sagi

    Name
    Dreydé Sagi (Dray-Day Say-G)
    Age
    16
    Gender
    Male
    Height
    163cm / 5'03"
    Weight
    65Kg / 143 lbs

    Appearance

    As a youngster, Dreydé spent a lot of his time watching anime like Dragonball Z, idolising its fearless heroes in every episode he got to view. It's no secret that that's where the inspiration for his spiky, golden hair came from. Normally, his eyes are a dull shade of green, but glitter a chirpy jade when anything strongly attractive grabs his attention. He wears a pair of long, black, denim shorts that stretch a little past his knees and a white t-shirt that slopes over his belt.

    His biker gloves, that are thick and open halfway up the fingers, consist of a brilliant blue layer on the hand and a darker, more navy, layer on the palms. The sneakers he favours are mostly white with a black strip circling the shoes' at the bottom.

    Personality

    A critical day dreamer, Sagi hardly ever has a clear mind void of pretty girls or prettier girls. Sometimes he wonders how it is possible that he is able to distract himself enough to concentrate on manoeuvring his Angel. For him, the fact that he even has an Angel is fate's cruel joke. Nevertheless, he learned to love it and treat it as any other respected companion of his.

    When he isn't lost in his head, Sagi is a very easy person to talk to, though many would argue that his general knowledge is limited at times. That still doesn't stop him from sharing his rather quirky point of views. He finds it hard to make close friends and when he does, it is even harder for the friendships to ever break. Despite what he believes to be a brilliant personality and dazzling appearance, he always manages to strike out with every girl he meets.

    Background

    Dreydé has lived with both parents and his twin sister his entire life. Generally, the family functions happily and conflict is resolved fairly quickly, retaining the peaceful atmosphere that subsists in their home. Though this is a good thing, it fails to feed Dreydé's craving for adventure, that's especially been growing in his blooming teen years. Thus, he tends to pull away from family activities and looks to his friends to find new and exciting things.

    One night, which was designated for quality time, Dreydé convinced his parents that he was really tired and needed to turn in early. They allowed him to be absent under the false impression that he would be sleeping safe and soundly in his room. Meanwhile, Dreydé had snuck out from his window and hurried over to a party his friend had organized while his parents were away. There were plenty of snacks to feed on and plenty of girls to feast on.

    But it only took three consecutive rejections to drive him into depression, leaving him sitting alone quietly in the backyard. While he was pondering the meaning of his consistent failures in the dark night, two shining lights suddenly gleamed from somewhere in the distance. Reluctant at first, he waited for the small orbs to flash green a few more times before walking up to them. When he got there, he was surprised to discover that they were eyes belonging to a strange humanoid toy. He picked it up and hid it under his jacket, running back home convinced that he was in possession of some sort of unearthly invention that could be worth a lot.

    Even in current day, he is still unsure of its origin, but learnt a while back that that there were several other "toys" just like it, and they were all classified as being "Angels". Day by day, he continued to increase his ability to harness the mysterious aura, and hence, better control his Angel. His dreams for selling it at a ridiculously high price, or winning over girls with its rarity, were crushed when Angels had suddenly made numerous appearances in his school.

    After stories of a sacred penny had been circulating amongst the students, he made it a point to decipher for himself whether the rumours were in fact true or not. All of this was happening in the midst of a strange, re-occurring dream he had been having for the past few weeks. Now more then ever, he is determined to seek the answers to his questions concerning the Angels, and the girl that keeps appearing in his slumber…

    Favourite Snack - Snacks.

    RP Sample – This is from the story, "Lord of Snacks" (XD) and will serve as my first post as well.

    Booming chants and cheers from the gathered students smothered his concentration, chatter ringing loudly in his ears from all directions. He chose to ignore the loud gossip and liberal expectations exhibited by the mass; and instead, focus on the task at hand. Strained green eyes searched left and right for a familiar face amongst the crowd. Suddenly, a hard pat caught his shoulder from behind, startling him as he stood in the centre of the ring of spectators.

    "Sagi!"

    He turned around to find an annoying smile on Jake's face. "I never agreed to this. You had no right signing me up without my permission." The sincerity in his tone slowly added weight to the corners of his friend's inflated smile. He hoped that Jake would think twice before putting him into a similar predicament after this.

    Submissively, Jake turned away from the disappointment itched into Sagi's face. Unable to stand it, he aimed to redirect attention to the positive. "Hey," he said, facing Sagi again. "Don't forget what we stand to gain from a win."

    Sagi sighed. The end always justified the means in Jake's mind. It was easy enough for him; all he had to do was stand on the sidelines and play cheerleader. He opened his mouth to reprimand his friend when he heard his name called out above the crowd's commotion.

    It was the challenger. Haste burned wildly in his purple eye, the one that was hidden behind the curtain of silver hair that travelled down his left cheek. The visible part of his thin lips remained grimly horizontal except for whenever he spoke, at which they'd struggle to part too open.

    "Link. Now."

    The crowd was reduced to whispers from the hiss of his voice. Sagi watched him carefully as he drew an eighteen inch robot from his backpack. No doubt that the humanoid structure, seemingly built from steel, was his Angel. With his eye still locked on Sagi, he settled the toy feet first on the cement.

    "Right." Sagi reached into the mouth of his school bag and brought forth his own Angel, putting it down before his feet. And so the crowd went silent, giving clearer way for the two combatants to link…

    ANGEL CREATION

    Name
    Omu
    Gender
    Male
    Height
    28cm / 11 Inches
    Weapon
    Sickle

    Appearance

    Even at first glance, it is easy to tell that this Angel was built for annihilation. Strength bulges in every heap of dark muscle, rippling throughout his entire body. He wears platinum chain mail over his built chest, and above that, a sleeveless white kimono that hangs at the front and back of his legs. A pair of long white boots climbs halfway past his knees, covering most of the baggy green pants he wears underneath. His powerful fists are protected in decorative white gauntlets that go with the rest of his outfit.

    But his most noticeable features sparkle a brilliant green beneath the shadows of his white hood, like two polished emeralds gleaming in the afternoon sun.

    Class
    Warrior
    Ability

    Grant – Omu's special ability allows him to transfer portions of his own life-force to soulless objects, thus granting him intellectual control over them. He will be able to move them as he does any other part of his body. The more of his own chi he forfeits, the more access he gains to the object's will but because the ability simultaneously drains the life-force from his original form, he will lose just as much control over himself.

    ()()()

    OOC: BTW, is there a specific name for the fights between Angel's? You know, like a Pokémon Battle type of thing?
     
    OOC: Eh, I guess I'll steal a note from Angelic Layer (As if I hadn't taken enough XD), and call 'em "Angelic Fights". Stealing even more from the show, the Angel owners shall receive the title of "Deus". Oh, and you're both accepted. Now, I think it's about time we get rolling. Remember, 4 lines per post, and anyone can hop in at any time!

    Oh, and just to clarify something that I don't think I really mentioned, let's all keep in mind that our Angels technically don't have a mind of their own. If your dolls start talking to you, I think you might wanna see a doctor >_>

    IC: *WHAM*

    *THUD*

    *Tap*

    The sound of a brutal attack striking its target filled the room, followed by the quiet sound of a soft, graceful landing.

    Surrounded by a large crowd, the slim, Warrior-class Angel stood unmoving, glaring at the fallen Angel before her. Her hair shone an azure blue, falling just below her hips. Her body was covered by a skin-tight white suit, with a matching set of gloves and boots. The Angel's blood-red eyes blinked once. Her owner, a brown-haired nerdy little girl with glasses, hopped up and down with joy in her emerald eyes. "Good job, Kos-Mos!" she cried.

    On the opposite side of the circular battlefield, the opposing Deus screamed in defeat. Amidst the crowds, Felix stood with Elyon sitting on his shoulder. He couldn't make out what the losing Deus looked like, as he was too busy focusing on the blue-haired Angel. Were she a bit taller, many would have considered her beautiful.

    The Academy of Skool was holding an Angelic Fight tournament, and just about every Deus in the school was participating. Felix himself had heard about the tournament yesterday, and signed up immediately afterward. Just in the nick of time. His mind wandered a bit as he realized his first match was next. He pondered what kind of opponent he'd be facing.

    "I wonder if it'll be a guy…or maybe a cute girl? Oh, I hope I can do this. I've never been in a tournament before! These guys are crazy good!" He tended to think outloud, much the dismay of those standing near him.

    "Shut up,will ya!?" the man behind him called. Felix blushed. Elyon didn't move. Of course, that was to be expected, as it hadn't received any orders from Felix. He pondered his opponent for a while, not realizing that the two battlers had already departed. Had it not been for the incredibly shrill tournament announcer calling his name, Felix would have likely fallen asleep.

    "FELIX ROSENCRANTZ, PLEASE STEP DOWN TO THE BATTLEFIELD."

    Snapping back to his senses, Felix tried his best to smile. He was nervous, but he wouldn't let anyone know. Attempting to appear confident, he had Elyon hop off his shoulder and walk a few steps ahead of him. He still wondered who his first opponent would be.
     
    "LIGHTS!"

    "CAMERAS!"

    "ACTION!!!!"

    Simon could be heard screaming in the crowd of people. Everyone turned to see him. However everyone slowly moved their eyes away from him and made their way to his friend Melanie, who is an extremely cute girl.

    Simon turned his camera to Melanie,

    "And so! Our young hero enters the tournament with her Star by her side!" Simon says as a narrator.

    Melanie can be seen laughing a bit and blushes as Simon points the camera to her. Just then she takes Star from Simon who takes it out of his jacket pocket and hands it to her while filming.

    "AND MAGICALLY! STAR APPEARS!" he shouts in excitement.

    ".. Wait a minute, Simon.." Melanie says as she blushes more and holds his Angel close to her.

    "Augh! CUT!!" Simon yells at everyone.

    Most people started waving at the camera. However most of the guys were just staring at Melanie.

    "Mel! You messed up the script!" Simon told her as he flipped through a couple of crumbled pieces of paper he pulled out of his pants pocket.

    "No, no, I didn't sign up for this, you did!" Melanie told him.

    "Oh yes! Of course I did! But what we need is a female hero. You, my girl, are that hero, one of the stars!! Of course Star will be the main attraction!!" Simon said and then laughed.

    Melanie blushed a bit.

    "Me... the star?" She asked and giggled.

    "SIMON SEHZ! PLEASE STEP DOWN TO THE BATTLEFIELD! SIMON SEHZ!" The tournament announcer said.

    "Whoa! That's us! Me! We! RIGHT!" Simon said as he mumbles out his words in excitement.

    Simon pushed his way into the crowd of people and practically jumped into the arena with a kid across from him wearing a blue vest, he looked pretty short.

    "YEAH! YAY!" Simon cheered as he shook his hands around and cheered with the crowd.

    "WOOO!!!! I'm pumped! This will be my greatest movie yet!" Simon said.

    Melanie was handed his camera and stood there with him.

    "Okay, make sure you get every shot of Star fighting! Ooo!! I can't wait to see this on the big screen!" Simon said as he began dancing in place with excitement.

    Melanie laughed a bit as she held up the camera.

    "Oh, Simon, here.. you'll be needing Star." Melanie told him as she handed him back his Angel.

    She brought her hand back and held the camera steadier. She is blushing quite a bit to be invited to see Simon have an Angelic Fight and help him make his movie.

    "Si-Simon... good luck." She said in a shy manner and smiled.

    Simon laughed and turned to her,

    "YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT! STAR LOSES TO NO ONE! EVERYONE BE DAZZLED AND OF COURSE RAZZLED BY THE ANGEL, STAR! WOO!! LET'S GO!" Simon shouted in a cheerful manner.

    He put his beautiful Angel down in the ring, aside from her flashy looks, she seems quite deadly. Her Scythe is bigger than herself.
     
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    Felix spent some time looking over his opponents. The Deus, Simon, certainly seemed lively. But why was he screaming? And what was he babbling about, anyway? He raised his hand to his chin, and pondered for a few moments. Elyon did the same, despite not actually being able to think. This didn't last long, as Felix realized there was someone more important than Simon to deal with. He lowered his eyes, and examined the Angel.

    The first thing he noticed was the scythe. It was enormous, and rather colorful. "Gee, that thing must be awfully heavy. I wonder how she carries it...?" he said to himself, thinking out loud again. He shook his head, clearing his mind. Her body looked frail, but she was able to carry a rather heavy weapon. Obviously, she's not as frail as she looks.

    Don't be afraid. He's in the same boat as you, Felix. Just another kid. You can do this! You can win! Felix smiled. "Let's go, Elyon. They're creepy, but you're stylish! I know we can beat them if we work together!"

    Elyon adjusted his gauntlets, his eyes never leaving the scythe-wielding Angel. He took a step forward, signaling to his opponent that he was ready.
     
    Simon being thrilled of the battle jumped up and down and pointed at Felix.

    "STAR! LET'S DO THIS!" Simon shouted.

    Star pointed at Felix as well, copying whatever it's Deus does.

    "See my shirt it reads "WINNER!" Simon pointed at his shirt,

    The shirt actually read, "There are many paths in life. I chose the psycho path."

    Simon blushed and pulled his jacket over his shirt rather quickly. Melanie can be seen in the back filming the entire thing.

    "ALRIGHT! GET READY! ACTION!" Simon yelled.

    Star picked up its scythe and quickly ran to Felix's angel at blinding speed. It approached his angel and began to weild its scythe around as if it were a mere toothpick. When Star twirled around her Scythe small stars appeared in some sort of after image from the speed, it was actually a very nice and flashy effect, perfect for any movie.

    It went to swing for Elyon, planning to do a series of stylish combos.

    "YEAH! YEAH!" Simon cheered.

    Star slashed Elyon up in the air and while he fell back she began to do a series of extremely fast movements, First she slashed him again, then vertically, then horizontally and then with one hand spun around her Scythe around her finger like a twig and then finally slashed Elyon back down to the ground. It was a 10-hit combo. Stars glittered around the side of the battlefield in which Star attacked at.

    "Alright! Mel! Hey! You getting all of this?" He turned and asked.

    "Y-yes, all of it! Oh, Simon! Watch out!" She told him in a nervous state as he was not paying attention to the battle.
     
    OOC| Lol, luckily you clarified that, or else I would have here a talking Angel XD

    IC|

    The morning sunlight swirled over Haruhi. She jumped slightly, and gazed around with sleep eyes. She was in a place full of trees and plants. Flowers were blooming and the pond water surface was shimmering against the radiance of the light. It was then it hit her. Haruhi fell asleep in the forest!

    The cute Haruhi hit herself on the head several times frantically. 'OH NO, I fall asleep again. I hate msyelf so much I really hate myself!" Haruhi stopped abruptly. "Enough reflections." She shrugged it off before smiling at the figure next to her. 'Mikoto."

    The Angel was lifeless, but yet Haruhi knew if Mikoto had a mind, they would be the best of friends. Haruhi was extremely fond of Mikoto. Yes, she even went to the extend of bathing, talking and playing with her. Alas, Mikoto had no response, but still, Haruhi understood that Mikoto would be at least delighted to be with her.

    Haruhi scampered back to reality at the noise of a shout. She heard the word Felix, and, with Mikoto in arm, she dashed to the outskirts of the woods. She saw tow person fighting with their Angels.

    "Err, hi?" She waved slightly before proceeding to glance at Melanie,Star and then at Felix. "Whoa, a fight. May I lurk?" She asked softly.
     
    Name: Enna Fursaki
    Gender: Female
    Age: 15
    Height: 4'11''
    Weight: 112 lbs.
    Appearance: Enna is pretty; and this is what she knows. She is petite in size, at 4'11" in height. She weighs a minimal number, of 112 pounds. Her skin is pale and creamy-looking, taking on a glowing-peach hue. It works well with most of her attributes, due to her sandy brown hair and olive eyes. With high cheekbones and unflawed features, reborn in such a body fitting her inner self and yet reflecting her old half self at times. Enna takes great care of herself, exploiting the best of minerals and such for the self-improvement. This, of course, shows. Enna wears a cerulean blouse top, a lime hue taking it on, and wears a neutral sized skirt, hovering just above her knees. Though Enna depises shoes, whenever she can, is walking around barefoot, as if her feet had no touch, ignoring the rocks and other garbage. Always having a notebook and a ebony, plain pen, she uses it to draw with her angel's ability.
    Personality: Enna is a childish, yet complex person. If not this way; Enna wouldn't be herself, a vibrant girl who focuses on everything about life, optimistic, fluttery. She has a mind that wanders and is full of innocence and pleasure, she has a pure heart, and shows it. Though, Enna posseses a fiery temper and can easily be irritated in this stage. To Enna, life is a game that must be always of fresh moves and continuous entertainment, free of routine. Changing horses in the middle of the stream is another small quirk for Enna, which makes decision making, and sticking to a decision, particularly hard for her. Enna is incredibly imaginative, thinking of new ideas almost all of her time, but concentrates on the good stuff in life.
    Background: Enna, was normal girl, she had no sad story, her parents didn't die, and she wasn't sent to a foster home, she was just 'Enna', she was hoping to fufill all her dreams. Then, then the mistake happened, her parents, they mysteriously dissapeared, leaving Enna and her loving sister, Amile, all alone, with the help of her sister they managed to survive, barely, from all the pain inside. That was ten years agos, and Enna has learned not to relive the past, and became an optimistic girl with high hopes, but has the scars right behind her.
    Favorite Snack: Chocolate Chip Cookies!
    RP Sample: You get one from another roleplay! xD
    Enkel was trotting along the rim of Olivine City, such beauty filled the sea as the cascading waves fell upon her feet, she pulled out her letter from Proffessor Oak, and started to read in her mind, for the millionth time.

    Dear Miss Tsukina,
    I'd like to invite you to my laboratory to learn more about your 'scar', you are about to go on the adventure of your life, working together with your legendary partner and 13 others to stop and evil man with his plan to recieve Mew's jewel.
    Best Regards, Proffessor Samuel Oak.

    She read the words Miss, scar, adventure, partner, and legendary once again, then she crumpled the letter and threw it into the ocean, it's contents were only to Enkel as she watched the words drown over the silence of the ocean. She didn't want to go, but she had a purpose, and needed to fufill her meaning of life. "But how would I get there?" Enkel thought thinking outloud the silence was weak to the voice of Enkel. "Lets see, if I go to Goldenrod, and take the Underground Line and then somehow get to Pallet, I can get there on time" she said. "But I would some stuff, and what would Mum think of this?" with a prick worry in her voice.

    {Momentie} Auror said as he floated over, though Auror was a pokemon, Enkel had a way of understanding him. "I know! I'll write a letter" she said happily jumping off to her humble home, she took out a puce pen with a scruffed covering and began to write.

    Dear Mum,
    I'm going to find my meaning of life, at Proffessor.. somethings lab, don bother to come after me, it's a journey only for me and my pokemon, you're a great mom and I have no regrets of you being an awesome. I know I'm betraying father, but isn't this what you wanted? Wasn't this your dream? I took some of your pokemon for use, my favorites.
    With Best Love, Enkel.

    She wrote in this graceful cursive, dotting little hearts on her I's. She took five labeled pokeball, and nested them, on her wrapped belt. She took one out, "Kinde, take me to Goldenrod City!" she commanded the velvet furred pokemon ran into the shining light as Enkel gazed at her home cerulean tears cascading down her eyes and into the brooding silence of the sepia dirt path. Auror was supposedly following her, refusing to be in his pokeball, dashed along the path, trying to keep up with Kinde.

    When they reached Goldenrod, the cities were shining brightly in the morning sun, reflecting Enkels past as she sat upon the blazing Absol. When they came to a station with the sign "Underground Ground Line : To Saffron" Enkel knew she was there, leaving her home region, just to find her meaning in life, it..it seemed wrong. Leaving her mother, everything! {I finally caught up with you} Auror said as he faded near Enkel, as she was recalling Kinde. "Come On Auror" the girl said gloomily as the Castform followed her.

    On the underground line, Enkel pretty much didn't do anything, she looked at her feet, as if she was their guardian, the whole took very much time for Enkel, and when she arrived in Saffron, she was tired, wanted to sleep, but she had no time. There, Enkel met a boy, he had a Pidgeot, rarely seen in Johto. "Excuse me.." Enkel said with a melodic pitch, "May I borrow your Pidgeot?" she asked, hoping to hitch a ride.

    "Well, if it's f'you cutie, sure!" he said, now "Where d'ya need t'go" he spoke like Papa, and was a spitting image of him, trying not to tear up, Enkel at blazing speed said "Viridian" she said with a vast gasp of breath. "Pita, take this fine lady over to Viridian City" he said, the pokemon happily obeying, letting Auror and Enkel onto his back, and flew up into the teal colored sky. The view was beautiful as Auror and Enkel gazed into the venue that was Kanto, her emotions seemed to lighten up as they landed in Viridian. "Arigatou" Enkel said with a smile, watching the pokemon glide back to his companion.

    Rain was falling. Enkel tipped out her rosy pink umbrella, "Doesn't matter, about the rain" she thought happily humming among the coast of Viridian City, Enkel's arm reached over to her auburn colored hair and touched the cerulean raindrop, it burned. She clenched her fists, there was more than meets the eye to her as she gently throwed a crimson and silver schemed pokeball, and out came a disaster pokemon, though graceful and beautiful. Absol, "Kinde, I think you'd do well in the rain" Enkel said as she hopped on to the pokemon and rode of into the sunlight.

    She came to nowhere, it was a 'dead end', she stood obverse to the sterling, aluminum building, it was plaited with steel, with a pygmy amount of windows, lined in scanty rows, one by one. The door, the door was a different story, it seemed like a small door that could easily be infiltrated, but Enkel's prediction was wrong, the door was stuck tight, it seemed like a security door but the girl surprisingly opened it revealing a utopia of taintness.
    {--------------}
    Name: Acyrelik {A-sy-rel-ik}
    Gender: Female
    Height: 1'2'' feet
    Weapon: A scythe..
    Appearance: https://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/Nats989/tactics_0920_4.jpg
    Acyrelik's puce colored hair gracefully flows down to her wrists, scarcely obscuring her aquamarine eyes, below to see soft rosy blush the the selvege of her lips. A small sterling silver barrete is placed in Acyrelik's hair, a beautiful pearl flower accenting it. Acyrelik wears steel armor, protecting her shoulders and chest area in a bronze manner. Acyrelik wears a stunted lucent coral skirt, flowing from here to there, only to reveal sepia leggings, for devastating attacks. On the edge of her wee skirt, she wears these four cotton scarfs, a scarlett and beryl pattern adorning it. As her weapon, Acyrelic uses an adorned scythe, vividly carved with a beautiful grasp of bronze. The magic, it seems to be in the beautiful orbed scythe, with the relations of the sun, and the moon, a long dagger flowing from it, representing herself.
    Class: Elementalist
    Sketch: As far from her elmental powers, Acyrelik has in ability, to create what she thinks up in her owners mind or what she draws in her notebook, endless imagination is in Enna's mind, and she isn't afraid to use it. From a small pebble, to a boulder, she is limitless, but her ideas aren't, every once in a small while, she runs out of ideas, but still draws.. It's kind of telepathic, except Acyrelik can't think
     
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    OOC: Jellybeans, you've got an interesting character. Quite nice. One minor problem you should fix, though. And this goes for all future members. Remember that Angels can't think :)

    IC: Felix stood still, gazing in disbelief. He expected a challenge, but he wasn't anticipating the Angel to move that fast. He was quite thankful, however, that its Deus seemed to have a hard time keeping his focus away from a young girl in the crowd. And why couldn't he read what was written on his own shirt, anyway?

    Felix gently kicked the ground. He was wearing hiking boots today, and they made a soft thump as they connected with the floor. He tried his best not to make any noise, hoping Simon would stay distracted just a bit longer. His eyes found Elyon. The Angel lay sprawled on the ground, his cloak wrapped around him in an odd fashion. Elyon, in this position, vaguely resembled a large Oreo cookie. Felix turned his yes to the Angel called Star, and smiled. With Simon distracted, she was a sitting duck.

    He thrust his right arm high into the air. "Arise, great warrior of justice!" Felix yelled. In an instant, Elyon stretched out his arm and firmly grabbed Star by the ankle. He pulled, and she fell. Using her leg as a fulcrum, Elyon rolled over and flipped into the air. He let go of Star's ankle, and immediately grabbed her head before she or Simon had a chance to react.

    The moment his feet touched the ground, Elyon took off in a dash, dragging the helpless Angel behind him. A few seconds later, Elyon was airborne once more. The artificial muscles in his legs hoisted the two of them high into the air, where he released his grip. Reacting to a sudden idea Felix had, Elyon struck a dramatic pose at the height of his jump. He retracted and immediately re-extended his legs, and they collided forcully with Star's midsection, sending both of them hurtling towards the ground.

    Felix, unfortunately, had miscalculated the force of the attack. When Elyon landed, he stumbled backwards a bit and collapsed. Felix smacked himself in the face and sighed.
     
    Simon turns around and see's his angel on the ground.

    "NO! STAR! STAR, SHINE! YOU ARE THE MAIN ATTRACTION!" He told her and everyone else in delight.

    Star flipped up with her spiked shoes smacking Elyon as he stumbled so that he will fall back to the ground. She took her scythe and dragged it underneath him, she lifted him up with the scythe and then threw him over her with great speed. He fell on his stomach.

    "YEAH! STAR!" Simon cheered.

    "Yay!" Melanie cheered as well in a timid manner.

    She looked around and blushed a bit and hid her face behind the camera.
     
    Again...

    OOC: Just to let you know, this post continues from my RP Sample, right before the Angelic Battle was about to take place.

    (*)(IC)(*)​

    Tension hung still in the stifling afternoon air, shrouding the two battlers across the field in heated suspense. At one end, a dark-skinned Omu stood confidently, crackling his impatient knuckles as he stared down his opponent. The metallic figure, standing at least half a foot taller than him, boasted its impressive form with an arrogant calmness. It remained unmoving, apparently unimpressed with the opposition's stature. All the more reason for Omu to take it down, and at the same time, expose its poise as nothing but inflated ignorance.

    The word 'begin' struck the silent air with a loud bang.

    Omu held his place and observed his enemy carefully. In a single flash, blood red beamed alive in the horizontal slit running across the robot's face that undoubtedly served as an optical tool for the cyclops. The platinum coated robot lifted its arms mechanically, pointing its metallic fists straight at Omu. But its impassive movements failed to intimidate the hooded figure.

    The android's torso slouched forward, arms stretched out in a superman-like pose. Bent over, two twin rockets emerged from an opening on its back, their red coned-tips threatening the prey. Omu reached for the sickle on his back hastily. He anticipated a projectile attack and planned to be ready.

    Rumbling and thin strips of black smog streamed from the rockets' exhausts before the due blue blazes finally erupted. Propelled by its built-in jetpack, the robot flew forward with hostile intent. Winds gathered and fluttered Omu's white hood and matching kimono progressively stronger as the airborne enemy closed the distance. The hooded demon could do nothing but wait … and grin.

    Once in reach, Omu athletically flipped above the enemy, sure to swing his sickle's sharp axe through the metal and fuels of his opponent's back. Wounded, the robot dithered hopelessly in the air like refuse of a popped balloon before finally giving out and crashing to the ground hard. Omu slipped his weapon back into place and approached the heap of scrap metal that was his opponent. Green eyes shone down on the twitching robot, unblinking even as the yellow sparks jumped from its damaged body.

    A sadistic snarl emitted from the darkness beneath the hood as he lifted his sickle for a final attack, but the voice wouldn't let it be. Humming, chanting almost, intruded his mind. He dropped his rod and held his head instead, weakened knees dropping to the ground. White gauntlets desperately squeezed his ears together, hoping to dispel the girlish melody thrashing his brain. But not even his purposely loud grunts could filter out the noise…

    Hinamizawa … Hinamizawa … Hinamizawa … Hinamizawa …​

    With a final groan, his eyes shot open … and there she was. Her pale ghostly face clear of emotion as her figure swam away like a reflection in a river. The red pigtails dancing away … dancing away … dancing away …

    "WAIT!"

    Sagi woke up to the gasps and shocked eyes of the crowd, his face scrambled with droplets of sweat. There, resting on the floor motionless was Omu, right next to his enemy that was still twitching. But that meant … he looked across the field and saw the silver-haired boy's head still hung in concentration of controlling his Angel.

    "Custom rules, man." Jake walked up to him with a face full of sadness. "You broke the link with your Angel before the end of the battle. You're disqualified."

    Still breathing heavily from his little episode, Sagi could hardly make out a word Jake was saying. His jade-lit eyes absorbed nothing of his surroundings. He realised he lost but that was the least of worries.

    "It was her … again…?"

    (*)(*)(*)​

    OOC: I'm not too sure about the rules of an Angelic Battle, so I sort of just assumed that if one of the Dues lost control of their Angel (or "broke the link") during the match then they'd be disqualified. If that's not the case, consider it a condition of this battle only agreed upon by Sagi and his opponent.
     
    OOC: Much better, Jellybeans. Welcome to the greatest quest ever! As for you, Shaydeh, there aren't any rules against it, but if it works for you, then by all means roll with it. Creativity is key, after all.

    IC: Felix's shock returned. For the first time in years, he felt paranoid. How can she still move!? This can't be happening! His mind screamed for answers, wondering how such a seemingly frail Angel could stand up, let alone move so much after the impact. He didn't have much time to think, though. A throbbing pain seeped into his skull, and he heard a familar voice in his mind. It was quiet, and yet it resounded like a hammer pounding into his skull.

    Come back! I want to play, too!

    Felix recognized it immediately. It belonged to the girl he saw in his dream. And as quickly as it came, the pain receded. He was dazed. "Come back...?" he asked himself. "Wha-? Have we met before?"

    There was no answer. She was gone. Felix shook his head, and refocused on what was going on in front of him. Elyon was grounded again, Star was still standing, and Simon...Felix really couldn't tell what Simon was doing. Whatever it was, though, it seemed to be working. And Felix highly doubted he'd make the same mistake twice. Star was strangely resilient, and Felix knew that he had to find a way to finish this quickly.

    The large crowd began to yell, growing restless that the action had come to a halt. The sound reverberated, echoing throughout the chamber. It was loud, but not nearly as painful as the voice Felix heard in his head moments before. He raised his hand to his chin again, and began to think. Soon, he came up with an idea.

    Star's relentless attacks had worn out Elyon, and he took a few seconds to rise to his feet. Though he was weakened, Felix hoped that Elyon would be able to pull this off, as they would most likely lose if this didn'twork. The self-repair systm, after all, would take some time to repair the injuries. Felix began talking to himself again. "I'm pretty impressed. This guy's a bit of a whacko, but he's pretty good."

    He smirked. "This crazy plan of mine better work! I'd really hate to activate the Overdrive system for something so trivial....oh, who am I kidding. I won't need it! I can, and I will, defeat all who stand in my path to glory without question!" He thrust his arm out to the side. "I will not rest until the greatest coin is within my grasp!"

    Elyon stood straight, his cloak ruffling slightly. His armor shone brightly, reflecting the lights covering the arena. He crouched, and dashed once more towards the scythe-wielding Angel. As he neared her, he shifted his weight, shuffling himself behind Star. Elyon turned, and swung his left leg along the ground, sweeping Star off her feet. Before she could hit the ground, Elyon stood up and grabbed her by the leg again. He swung her overhead, smashing her into the ground. She bounced.

    Continuing what was likely to be his final assault, Elyon reared back his right arm. The force of the movement caused his cape to flare out behind him. Along with his silver hair, it shimmered. Time seemed to slow down, adding to the dramatic moment. Were this a TV series, this would be the moment the hero's theme started playing in the background. Alas, this was not to be the case.

    Instead, Elyon merely waited for Star to fall within range, before unleashing a devastating uppercut that launched her even higher. He stalled for a moment afterward, before collapsing again. This time, Elyon wouldn't be standing up again for at least an hour. Star hit the ground with a loud crash. It seemed she wouldn't be moving for some time, either. Still, Felix crossed his fingers.

    "She better not be getting up again!" he called to nobody in particular.
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    Outside the school, a small kitten slowly climbs to the top of a hill overlooking the academy. It glares at the school, as if searching for something near the ground. Unsatisfied, it begins to move closer.
     
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