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The Minami Trainer's Guild (R)

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Phoenix_Mew

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    The Minami Trainer's Guild (PG-17)

    The Minami Trainer's Guild


    Minami is different than any Pokemon world you have ever seen before. Here, Pokemon are not captured, they are bonded to a single trainer for a lifetime, and that trainer keeps only one Pokemon. The bond, the friendship that these two share is closer than can be imagined. In battle, they merge to a large degree, guiding each other's actions more than giving commands and following them. Each Pokemon can communicate wordlessly with their trainer and vice versa. It is very rare that another trainer can speak so freely with other Pokemon, but it has been known to happen. However, this only happens if the two trainers and their Pokemon are very close.

    It must be noted that Minami doesn't follow the normal, canon Pokemon timeline of history. Minami's timeline is completely different and unique. Where this bond between Pokemon and human was once considered a very beautiful and natural thing, over time, a new government (much like our modern day Chinese government) took over the entire area. This government viewed these incredibly close monsters and people to be an extreme threat. And for nearly one-hundred years, the bond was almost completely wiped out.

    However, a time came when a new group of leaders took over said government. These people saw how useful these people and Pokemon, when bonded together, could be. Thus, the Minami Trainer's Guild was founded. This dictator, instead of eliminating the threat, decided to use it to his advantage. The Guild was founded to take these people and Pokemon and train them as a special military force. These individuals became an elite force. The strategy worked. And now, just over a century later, the Minami Trainer's Guild is the most respected academic and military institution in the country. Those accepted are trained in martial arts, math, science, English, history, art, dance, music, language, battle, breeding and more. Graduates are intelligent and entirely loyal to their leader. They act as the first line of defense in any attack from an outside force.

    The Guild itself consists of seven areas surrounding a large arena where the highest-ranked Pokemon battles, matches, and melees take place. The Training Facilities (colored gray in the included map) includes a human gym and large studios for physical education classes. It also houses some amazing battle arenas and Pokemon training arenas with some of the most advanced technology in the world. These facilities are capable of generating hundreds of different opponents and terrains and other battle simulations for Pokemon and trainer to deal with. The amphitheater (colored yellow in the map, and spelled wrong, yeah) is where a lot of the general lectures and announcements are held for the entire Guild. This is also where the extracurricular theatre produces its shows and where the Guild will occasionally house live music concerts. The Meditation Gardens (colored lime green in the map) is a beautiful, quiet, and peaceful place constructed for the sole purpose of helping the bonds between the Pokemon and trainers grow ever stronger. The Infirmary (colored red in the map) is a combination of a hospital, clinic, and Pokemon Center. It is staffed with the best in modern medicine. The Academics Complex (colored sky blue in the map) is where all classes are held. The building is a full four stories high, and has a fully functional basement. This amounts to vast amounts of classes. All of the Pre-classes (those taken before the trainer reaches the age of 14) are located in the basement. The other four floors are for the education of the Elder Pairs (those bonded trainers and Pokemon above the age of fourteen having graduated the Pre-classes.) The Cafeteria (colored in light gray-green in the map) is actually not just a cafeteria, but a recreational area for the trainers and Pokemon as well. The three story building (not including basement) has a good few cafes and small restaurants of different food sorts. There's also your standard cafeteria for fast and easy food without the need to wait for preparation. The third floor has a good few rooms for the trainers and Pokemon to just hang out with friends. The Dorms (colored pink in the map) are pretty self explanatory. The first building is six floors high with a definite divider in the middle of the building. On the side of the dorms closest to the infirmary are the female dorms, and the other side houses male humans. The large building in the center (colored purple on the map) is the Coliseum. This arena is enormous and houses the biggest, most amazing battles, brawls, and tests the Guild has to offer. Graduates are pitted to a final battle against one of the Guild Masters before they are allowed to fully graduate and join the Pokemon Militia.

    Training at the guild begins at the tender age of ten for humans. These humans go through four years of general education, and at age fourteen, each child is given a chance to bond with a Pokemon. While 99% of these fourteen-year-olds bond with a Pokemon upon their graduation from the Pre-classes, there are very occasionally humans who need to wait an extra year before the Pokemon they are meant to bond with will find the human in question. After the bonding, the Pokemon and trainer enter the Elder classes and become known as "Guild Apprentices." The Apprentices go through vigorous training for another six years, until the age of at least twenty. However, it is not uncommon for Apprentices to remain at this level until the age of twenty-four. Acceptance into the militia comes only with a successful battle against one of the Guild Masters. Since failure in these battles is an extreme humiliation, students aren't rushing to reach that point in time and spend years preparing for the hour they'll spend in the Coliseum.

    Unfortunately, the Guild is in a state of alert. Numerous attacks have been happening around Minami, with no survivors. All signs point to rogue trainers, but such a notion is inconceivable. Furthermore, if they are indeed rogue trainers, the massive scale of the attacks would mean these rogues would number an army, and there have only been two students expelled in Guild history. The current leader has ordered your education and the Guild as a whole watched, for both national and your own safety. Everyone seems to wonder when the Guild itself will fall under siege…



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    This is a revamp of a roleplay myself and another member did a long time ago under different names. Eventually, we would like to take this roleplay to an entirely new level here on PC, but for now, we're considering this setting and timeframe a test run. This, however, does not mean that this is any less of a roleplay. We are both VERY excited to see how things in this roleplay work out.



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    The following is a list of classes and teachers at the Guild to give you an idea of what you're characters are taking and who's teaching the classes. If you wish to play a teacher, you MUST PM either myself or my co-owner.

    General Education Courses

    Intro to Science—Your first science course. This class is designed to
    give you a briefing on all the science courses offered at the Guild and
    teach you the basics you'll need to succeed.

    Biology—The study of life. Here, you will learn about everything from
    bacteria to Snorlax. Keep in mind that there will be mandatory
    dissection.

    Chemistry—Here you will study chemical reactions and the properties of
    elements. Math skills are a must for this lab-oriented course.

    Astronomy—The study of the stars. You will learn to use the stars to
    travel by, locate constellations, and also what all the stars are made of.
    This course is also expanded to other natural wonders like galaxies,
    planets, and comets.

    Geology—The study of the earth. You will study rock formations and the
    layers of the earth. Volcanoes, mountain formation, and oceanic marvels
    are included in this course as well.

    Zoology—The study of animals. You'll study the classification of Pokemon
    and why they are split up like that. You will also take a closer look at
    many individual Pokemon.

    Botany—The study of plant life. You will study the structure of plants as
    well as more practical things. You will study what plants are edible in a
    pinch and which to avoid at all costs. You'll know what plants can heal
    what, and more.

    Genetics—The study of genes. You will take a close look at genes, DNA,
    RNA, and how they all come together to form every living thing in the
    universe.

    Physics—The study of objects and how they interact with the world. Learn
    about motion, gravity, momentum, and many other related topics. Math
    skills required.

    Arithmetic—Your introduction to math. You will cover basic subtraction,
    addition, multiplication, and division. You will also look at basic
    fraction and decimal work.

    Geometry—The study of shapes, objects, and angles. You will study every
    form a polygon can take! This course also includes an introduction to
    basic formulas.

    Algebra I—Your basic Algebra course. You will study expressions,
    equations, exponents, and much, much more.

    Advanced Algebra—Exponential and logarithmic functions? You'll find them
    here, along with an expansion of everything you learned in Algebra I.

    Statistics—The study of basic statistics, charts, and graphs as well as
    how they can be manipulated.

    Calculus—The most challenging of all Math courses. Are you brave enough
    to try?

    Trigonometry—The study of the six trigonometric functions and their
    properties.

    Geography/Government—The basics of how the modern world functions. Study
    landforms, how they influence society, and the basis on which modern
    government is formed.

    Minami History—The history of our proud land from inception to present day.

    World History—A brief overview of the entire world and historical
    influences on modern day action.

    History of Human/Pokemon Relations—A history of humanity and Pokemon
    interactions as far back as history dates.

    Cultural Anthropology—An in depth look at human cultures and the
    influences they have upon our societies.

    Human Psychology—The study of the human brain and its functions. Learn
    about emotions and mental disorders and how they affect our lives.

    Economics—The study of money. An overview of investment, business theory, and an introductory look at how money influences politics.

    Pokemon Mythology—An introduction to man's relations with Pokemon from a mythological and/or fictional perspective. Also begin the discussion of
    legendary Pokemon and whether or not there is fact in their existences.

    Intro to Writing—A course covering the basics of good writing. Learn
    about conventions, voice, grammar, and organization.

    Intro to Literature—An overview of literature, the merits therein, and
    basic analyzing skills.

    Minami Literature—The study of native Minami writers and their works as
    well as how their literature has influenced out culture.

    World Literature—An in depth study of literature across the globe.

    Poetry—The study of poems, including sonnets, limericks, the haiku, and
    more. Lear to analyze and write a good poem.

    Creative Writing—The study and creation of short stories, novellas, and
    novels. Contains an introduction to the creative writing process.

    Expository Writing-- The study and creation of essays including
    persuasive, personal narrative, and descriptive.

    Dramatic Literature-- The beginner's look at the scripts from a dramatic,
    non-literary point of view.

    Speech/Debate—An introduction to writing and presenting a speech on a
    variety of topics and a briefing on arguing coherently.

    Journalism—A continuous study of the journalistic process including legal,
    layout, editing, and writing aspects.

    Script Writing—An in depth look at creating a script. Includes scenery,
    dialogue, and blocking.

    Intro to Drama—A beginner's look at the dramatic process from an actor's
    perspective. Includes blocking, breathing, and interpretation of the
    script presented.

    Acting Study-- A more in depth look at the acting process. Expands on
    what you learned in Intro to Drama.

    Drama History—Looking at the world through a play write. How times,
    culture, and materials available have influenced the stage.

    Acting Theory—An introduction to acting styles as well as the advantages
    and disadvantages of each.

    Stagecraft—A beginner's guide to the world of a techie. Covers the basics
    of lighting, sound, and set building.

    Directing—And introduction to the interpretation of a play from a
    directorial perspective.

    Theatre Company—The elite of the elite. Brings together aspects of all
    other Theatre courses to write, produce, direct, and perform a
    student-created play.

    Intro to Dance—This course gives you a briefing on all areas of dance.
    You will learn the basics of ballet, tap, jazz, modern, and ballroom.
    (All dance courses will participate in a mandatory recital at the end of
    the term.)

    Ballet—For intermediate dancers. You will learn more advanced techniques
    in ballet. This course is designed to prepare you for lyrical and Pointe.

    Pointe—Do you have what it takes to fill Pointe shoes? This course is
    open to only advanced dancers. Be prepared for pain because cement-toed
    shoes are unforgiving. (Yes, you will be required to wear them, and
    gel-pads are allowed only in special cases.)

    Lyrical—The most expressive form of dance. Here, you will learn to use
    your body as a storyteller. Combines elements of ballet, jazz, and
    modern.

    Tap—Learn to flap, shuffle, and maybe even bust out a wing.
    Synchronization and rhythm are stressed in this up-beat style.

    Jazz—Upbeat and full of bass, jazz is designed to really get you working
    and letting you let go!

    Modern—Dance for the free spirit. Every move is meant to represent
    something. This course is mostly ballet, but with that free-spirit twist!

    Ballroom—This course covers all ballroom dancing. It includes the tango,
    foxtrot, samba, rhamba, waltz, as well as many more.

    Intro to Music—Learn the basics of counting, reading, and playing a
    musical piece.

    Band—Your regular, concert band. Includes most instruments, excluding
    strings and piano. (There is the option of smaller ensembles in all music
    classes)

    Orchestra—More advanced music making. Includes all instruments except
    guitar.

    Pop Band—A band chosen by the director of Band and Orchestra. Includes
    mainly brass and saxophone.

    Choir—Large group singing. You will be split up in to four, main sections
    according to vocal range.

    Swing Choir—A group of selected singers. Dance and actions will be
    incorporated with the widely varying music selections.

    Composer History—An in-depth look at individual composers and their works
    as well as how they were influenced by society, politics, culture, and
    historical events.

    Music Theory-- An in-depth look at counting and reading music. Be
    prepared for vocabulary quizzes.

    Music Composition—A look a writing and playing your own music. Mandatory
    recital at the end of semester!

    Intro to Linguistics—A beginner's look at the study of languages, how they
    develop, and how they relate to each other.

    Offered Languages—You may choose from any of the following languages to
    study. Each Language has a three year course offering. Not all three
    years are mandatory. The languages offered are Japanese, Spanish, German, French, Chinese (Mandarin), Russian, Latin, Sanskrit, Arabic, and
    Italian.

    FCS I—A look at true home making. You'll learn many basic sewing,
    nutrition, cooking, baking, and mending skills.

    FCS II—A more in-depth look at everything you've learned from FCS I.

    Intro to Art—Learn the basics skills of art in many areas including
    drawing and painting. You'll learn to see things with an artist's eye.

    Drawing—Learning to sketch and draw. You will learn to color, shade, and
    sketch like a pro!

    Painting—Learn to work with your art using watercolors and other "paint" mediums. You'll learn to landscape and do portraits as well.

    Sculpture—You'll learn to sculpt with marble here. Chisel work requires much patience and dedication. You'll have to pay close attention to detail.

    Ceramics—Learn to use your artistic skills in making pottery and other ceramics. You'll learn to utilize a kiln as well as how to use a pottery wheel.

    Street Art—Art using anything you like. Scraps of metal, cement, sticks, stones, graffiti, or whatever else you can find. This is abstract art at its best.

    Carving—Sculpture specific to wood and wood alone. You'll learn to whittle with skill and ease.

    Charcoals/Pastels—Using those two mediums to create works of art shaded to perfection.

    Model Making—Stresses following directions to make models of everything and anything!

    Calligraphy—Learn to paint, draw, and read differing kanji in Japanese and Chinese.

    Photography—Do you have a photographer's eyes? Give it a try, you never know! There are a few rental cameras available, but it is suggested that you have your own for this class.

    Swimming—Just as it says. You'll learn to swim better than a fish! The breaststroke, the front crawl, and the back crawl are all stressed. Diving is optional. You'll also learn to tread water for at least 10 minutes to pass.

    Court Sports—This includes volleyball, basketball, soccer, and baseball. You will have a "unit" of each sport.

    Weights – A weights training class. You'll be spending a lot of time building strength and endurance here.

    Track – Track and Field! You'll be able to train in any number of events from throwing to running.

    Racquet Sports—This course runs much like Court Sports. You'll have one "unit" of each of the following: Tennis, Badminton, and Ping-pong

    Bowling—Just as it says. You'll spend your time in this class attempting to get the elusive 300.

    Parkour—A discipline teaching efficient and fluid movement through any environment. Learn to escape from unnecessary fights, improve core strength and flexibility, and make it to class on time if you're running late!


    Guild Education

    Aikido—A form of martial art for the passive-aggressive. You will learn how to defend yourself using your opponent's energy. It is one of the most spiritual martial arts, but don't expect to slack!

    Kyujutsu—Japanese archery. Here, you will be taught to use many types of bows with great skill. Good for those who don't like close combat.

    Ninjutsu—This form of martial art combines physical and weapon's combat. You will learn strikes, counter-strikes, blocks, and rolls both physically and with a weapon. Best suited for the small and agile.

    Sambo—A Russian form of hand-to-hand combat. This course will focus on the aggressive half of throws, strikes, joint-locks, and takedowns. It is an art of great endurance and discipline.

    Armed Combat—Here, you will learn to fight with all forms of sword and staff. You may choose the weapon that best suits your form and style at the end of the course, and our Sensei will train you to use it deftly.

    Human/Pokemon Relations—Develop a closer bond with your Pokemon through meditation and close companionship. Make your companion your best friend.

    Intro to Battle—Learn basic strategy, tactics, and effective move sets as well as gain first hand experience in battling.

    Battle Strategies/Tactics—A more in depth look at the strategies and tactics of a Pokemon Battle. Learn to manipulate type advantages and disadvantages.

    Melee Battle—Learn how to effectively use your Pokemon in a situation with more than one opponent and/or more than one ally.

    Terrain Battle—Learn to battle effectively in different environments. An overview of how environment affects a Pokemon's performance. Learn how to use terrain to your advantage.

    General Fitness—Improve your Pokemon's strength, flexibility, agility, and coordination.

    Intro to Breeding—An overview of the general aspects of breeding: Pokemon nutrition, health, first aid, and much more.

    Nutrition—An in depth study of Pokemon nutrition. You will break down foods into specific types and what particular breeds of Pokemon benefit from them. You will also look in to what vitamins and minerals are vital to good performance in all Pokemon.

    First Aid—A finicky look at Pokemon and Human first aid. You'll learn to bind broken bones, cure poisons, and use all those wonderful things purchasable at a PokeMart. This class is vital, and no guff will be tolerated.

    Mating—Yes, Mating. This is a look at how Pokemon mate. You will study their courtship habits as well as the actual mating. No perversion will be tolerated. Any hint at such will result in detention and the failing of this class.

    Pokemon Health—A look at how to keep your Pokemon healthy. Learn to recognize disease and sickness within your Pokemon as well study Pokemon anatomy.

    Grooming—Learn to keep your Pokemon looking its best. You'll learn proper grooming techniques that extend into brushing, bathing, and more.

    Pokemon Wellness—Learn to keep your Pokemon happy as well as healthy. This course will include Pokemon psychology, so you'll learn what makes your Pokemon tick.

    Evolution—A study of Pokemon and why they evolve. You'll learn about the different types of evolution and what makes each of them happen. You'll also learn how to deal with a Pokemon who has evolved and is becoming rather unruly.

    Type Study—A study of all the types of Pokemon and attributes specific to each. You'll study general personality traits as well as physical trends in those Pokemon.

    Advanced Breeding—An extremely in depth look at all the previously offered breeding courses. This is a class reserved for only a select group of people and their Pokemon.




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    Mr. Micheal Alt- Chem, Phys, Geology, Astronomy, Intro to Sci
    --A powerful-looking man, with blonde hair, blue eyes and a broad chest and shoulders. He loves his subjects and this love is apparent to his students, engaging them in the material as well.

    Mr. Gregory Klein- World Hist, Anthro, Mythology, Econ
    --An older man, with solid grey hair and a small frame. He prefers to teach through discussion, not lecture and takes an analytical look at history.

    Mr. Carl Streinberg- Psyc, Geog/gov, Minami His, Human/Poke Relations Hist
    --Curly brown hair and an average frame, nothing particularly exceptional. Though he speaks in an engaging manner, he prefers to lecture over anything else. Most students dread his class after figuring this out.

    Ms. Melissa Hall- Into to Writ, creative, dramatic lit, world lit
    --Tall, out there, and in love with life. She has a gift for bringing students together and engaging them in conversation on just about any topic.

    Mrs. Beatrice Imada- Minami lit, expos, journalism
    --A more conventional language arts teacher. Requires frequent papers and discussion of material read in class.

    Mr. Fredrich Kron-Drama (all)
    --Tall and dashing, that one teacher that many young girls have a crush on. Moderately shaggy bown hair extendfs to his shoulders and he has sparkling blue eyes. Loves his subject with an almost-unrivaled passion.

    Mr. Johnathon Bywaters- FCS (all)
    --A dry, reedy man who many think is stuck in the wrong job. Nonetheless, he knows what he's doing. No one doubts his competence, it's his interest level that keeps students away.

    Master Nikolai Beyman- Sambo
    --Big. Brown hair. Constantly grim. Most students are afraid of him, and he barely speaks except to instruct or criticize in a thick Russian accent.

    Sensei Hatake Hayabusa- Armed Combat
    --Although he seems strict at first, it's really a matter of being hard to please. He expects a lot from his students, and most go home with a fresh batch of bruises nightly.

    Mr. Sebastian Foucan- Parkour
    --Muscle-bound, 6' 6'' and black, he hardly seems the likely choice to teach this class until you watch him in action. He's all smiles and very friendly when not actively participating, and stresses the safety of his students at all times.

    Mr. Brian Kula- All other Phys Ed
    --A good guy, he certainly is, and he'll constantly make wagers to work out shirtless to encourage his female students. Entirely unafraid to get in and participate with his students.

    Mr. Roose Carvahall- All Battle Classes
    --Carvahall has a slow smile, awarded only to the best of his students. He prefers to teach by example and demonstration, so most of his classes become more familiar with the arena than the nearby classrooms, even with subjects supposedly taught in them.

    Ms. Alice Walker – Intro to Science, Botany, Biology, Zoology, Genetics
    --A gentle, easy-going woman with emerald green eyes. Her hair is very frizzy and very orange. She is rather thin, but not very shapely at all.

    Mrs. Gertrude Peterso – Math (all)
    --A rather bitter, prune-skinned hag. She has never taken a liking to a student of a teacher. She has no children and no known family other than her bitter husband.

    Mr. Chad Gifford – Intro to Lit, Poetry, Script Writing, and Speech/Debate
    --A fairly young, handsome man with dark brown hair and bluish eyes. His hair has a very small amount of gray lacing it. He stands as a normal height and has a normal build. He always wears his glasses. He is an intensely intelligent man.

    Mrs. Natalie Devins – Music (all)
    --A bold, outgoing woman who is well versed in all areas of music. She can play nearly any instrument at a professionally advanced level. She is quite thin and has deep chestnut brown hair that she keeps in ringlets. Her eyes are also a deep brown. She has only recently married Mr. Jacoban Devins.

    Ms. Sylvia Valtaklis – Art (all)
    --A rather light and feathery blonde woman who loves her art more than anything. Her talent is amazing, but she's terribly modest about it. She is hardly ever seen without her paint-clothes on, unless she's running around with her camera. She's quite beautiful with her intense sapphire eyes, and many of the males in the school take Art for just that reason.

    Ms. Anye Kirstell – Dance (all)
    --A thin, lovely woman who is quick to smile and slow to anger. Her hair is long and black, but hardly anyone has ever seen it down. She normally wears it in a ballerina's bun, as she teaches all the Dance courses. She is hardly ever seen out of her leotards as well, and this entices many men to join her classes. Most don't last long, however.

    Mr. Alexander Pai – Foreign Languages (all)
    --A rather harsh man, though only for he is difficult to impress. He teaches all the Language courses at the Academy, and speaks all of them fluently. He is a certified genius, but doesn't show it off. In fact, he doesn't show much at all. It's rare to see the black-haired man around campus.

    Sensei David Watkins - Aikido
    --A limber, thin man who possesses a surprising amount of strength. Sensei Watkins instructs Aikido, and is a model of its teachings. He is very spiritual and passive-aggressive. His hair is rather long and blondish-brown, and his eyes are a light green.

    Sensei Flannery Dougherty - Ninjutsu
    --A very shapely woman whom most newcomers to the Ninjutsu field believe to be a joke. They learn quickly that they are wrong. This woman with the light-brown braided hair and burning crimson eyes takes no crap from anyone. She has a tendency to chew those staring at her up and then promptly spits them out with an order to give her another 100 sit-ups.

    Sensei Keisuke Yamamoto - Kyujutsu
    --A thin, older man. His hair is entirely white, thought still quite long and pulled back in a ponytail. His eyes are a light, but intense blue, and his clothing is always quite simple. He instructs Kyujutsu, and is more skilled with a bow than any the Guild has seen thus far.

    Mrs. Maria Rosenbach – Bond Betterment
    --A very floaty woman whom many would assume is not all there. She teaches the BBC (bond betterment center) course. Her hair is silvery and wispy, but she is not at all old. She tends to make light of a lot, but don't try and get away with too much in her class. She can be surprisingly snappy if the need presents itself.

    Ms. Rivalee Tam – Breeding (all)
    --A woman with long, flowing blonde hair and strange lilac eyes. She is usually quite soft-spoken and easy-going, but knows more than enough to teach all the Breeding Subjects. She is a wonderful breeder, and has an intense love for all Pokemon. She has an affinity with all of them. She is thin and rather small all over. Though while her attitude is usually very quiet and easy, she is no stranger to handing out harsh punishments for misbehavior in class.



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    Now, you may be asking… Who are the Guild Masters? The Guild Masters are an elite group of men and women whom will be introduced later on. Promise!


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    Your character sheet needs to contain the following:

    Name:
    Age: (min 14)
    Appearance:
    Personality:
    History:
    Pokemon: (limit ONE, no legendaries)

    Other: (the only optional field)
    Class Schedule: (up to 8, min 6)
    RP Sample: (NO EXCEPTIONS)



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    THE RULES INCLUDED HERE ARE FOR THIS ROLEPLAY ONLY. EACH OF THESE RULES IS EQUALLY IMPORTANT AND NEEDS TO BE FOLLOWED! ANYONE WHO VIOLATES ONE OF THESE RULES WILL BE PMED A WARNING FROM EITHER MYSELF OR MY CO-OWNER. MORE THAN THREE OF SUCH VIOLATIONS WILL RESULT IN YOU BEING PULLED FROM THE ROLEPLAY!

    • Only one Pokemon per Character
    • All dorm rooms are single
    • Up to this point, legendaries are thought to be no more than myths. (Hence the mythology courses.)
    • Any teacher not specifically claimed can be controlled by an individual within reason. (If you wish to play a teacher, remember to PM myself or my co-owner!)
    • No "special powers" outside those included in your bond. (This means no clairvoyance, no telepathy between other people, no eye lasers, etc etc.)
    • Unless playing a teacher, you may not have any more than 2 active characters. And only those who show us a very good roleplay sample will be allowed two characters. Remember, it's better to have a single character and do an amazing job than having two characters and doing an average job.
    • No god-modding or bunnying. (the taking control of another's character or uber-fying of your own)
    • Always use proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation. (No, absolutely NO l33t)
    • Keep all actions age-appropriate. (Meaning that your character should act the age you've specified in your character sheet.)
    • Make all posts a reasonable length given the circumstances. We stress quality, not necessarily quantity. Though we *do* ask that your posts are AT LEAST a paragraph – five complete sentences – long. (We'll let you know if your posts are too short.)
    • PM all questions to Phoenix_Mew or Master Electrician (try to stay away from OOC posts). Anything that needs to be taken to OOC can be discussed in the Lounge thread.
    • Have fun with it



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    Okay! Now it's time to join! :D

    Additionally, here's the map.

    The Minami Trainer's Guild (R)

     
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    Wilow-Wisp

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    Oooo, this looks really interesting. I will join.

    Name: Naiya (pronounced Nie-ya)

    Age: 16

    Appearance: Naiya is dark skin toned with deep, chocolate eyes. She has about shoulder length midnight black hair. Her usual outfit consists of tight, faded jeans or black miniskirts and a black or green tank top. She occasionally wears a red cap on her head if the weather permits. She either wears flip flops or tennis shoes, but her fav pair resemble black "skater" shoes.

    Personality: Naiya is very collected and observative, and often quiet. She has a great sense of humor and an enjoyable dissposition. Naiya dosnt really follow trends and goes with her own style. She is often called "unique" and "different". She loves to read, write, draw and swim. She is very intelligent and open minded, but can seem naive at time. She can get along with nearly everybody, but there are some things that really tick her off. Mainly: ignorance, lies, preps, hot headed people and stealers. She rarley shows her temperment, but if you really push her buttons, she can become quite mean.
    Her best friend by far is her pokemon, Nyx the Gengar. She would give her life for him.

    History: Naiya grew up with an average Minami family. Her parents were big on pokemon, being that they had graduated from the Guide themselves. This lead to Naiya and her brother getting their pokemon earlier then the average kid. Naiya was given a Gastly named Nyx. Her little brother, Tyron, was given a Sandshrew. As her and her brother got older, so did their pokemon, and in many ways they became valued members of the family, treated no different then humans. Naiya was sent to the Guild because she had such a strong bond with her pokemon (Over the years, Naiya discovered she could hear Nyx's voice in her head--he could talk to her, and only she could hear his voice. She can only talk vocaly with him, but is working on communicating telepathicly.). Her brother wasnt as lucky. He just didnt have that special "edge" with pokemon that Naiya seemed to display. She hasnt heard from her family since.

    Pokemon: Nyx the Gengar. Nyx can be pretty sarcastic, witty and hot-headed at times, but he is also very understanding and caring. He has complete trust in Naiya.

    Other: Nyx and Naiya can get into big bickering fights at times. In the end though, they are the best of friends.

    Class Schedule: Biology, Geometry, Pokemon Mythology, Creative Writing, Drawing, Human Pokemon Relations, Battle Strategies/Tactics, Pokemon Wellness

    RP Sample: Naiya layed in bed, arms behind her head. She watched a spider slowly make it's way across her ceiling. Her eyes grew heavy...she felt her mind settle and she began to drift, sleep enveloping her. Her eyes were nearly closed when she felt a tingling sensation...like the air had just gotten a few degrees cooler. She turned over, covering her body with a sheet. She began to shake as the air cooled to below freezing. She grabbed the heavier blanket at the foot of her bed and snuggled into it. Her nose began to run and grow numb when she opened her eyes. She could see her breath, and also a large shadow in the corner of her room. She sat up, wrapping the blanket around her. She watched the shadow, not moving a muscle. Slowly, two red eyes began to appear from the shadow. They blinked sleepily, and a large mouth appeared in a great yawn. Naiya sighed. "Nyx, your doing it again." she whispered. The eyes looked up at her. The mouth didn't move, but Naiya heard his voice. I'm sorry, Naiya, I'm just nervous about classes tomorrow...you can't tell me your not. Naiya yawned. "I'm not worried, Nyx. We have battled before, and we're darn good at it. We already have a bunch of experience. Why do you worry?" Nyx looked down at the floor in dismay. I...I don't know. I'm just afraid I'll mess up... Nyx furrowed his brow. ...again. Naiya stood to her feet and walked over to the shadow, kneeling in front of it. She reached out and touched the shadow. Her hand met with something cold, yet velvety. Nyx's eyes met Naiya's. "That was a fluke, Nyx. We were battling a Honchcrow, a Dark type. Ghost types are really weak against them. It wasn't your fault. Thats why we are taking Battle Strategies and Tactics, to learn more about type advantages and disadvantages. Your a great fighter, anyways." Naiya stood up and returned to her bed, wrapping her blankets around her. "Just stop making the air so cold." She mumbled through her covers. Nyx looked at Naiya's sleeping form, then slowly the air grew warm again. He looked at the floor, pondering what Naiya had said to him. He yawned, then closed his eyes.
     
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    Phoenix_Mew

    Trainer of all things adorable
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    Willow-wisp: I'm glad to see you've taken interest in the roleplay. But I have to ask you to do a quick change in your history. (And then, of course, I'll need to see your RP sample.) If you'll note in my first (admittedly huge) post, the current system of trainers has been in place for over a century. And since your character isn't over 100 years old, she wouldn't have been alive when this regime took over the government. The Trainer's Guild doesn't "take children away." Those that get to go to the Guild are extremely lucky.

    Also note that unless your characters parents were graduates of the Guild themselves, they would not have had a Pokemon with which to catch the Gengar and Sandshrew. If they WERE graduates, that's just fine. If not, your character would have gotten her Pokemon just like everyone else, upon Graduation from Pre-classes.
     

    Chabz

    Female Pokemon Trainer
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    Name: Galvin Desmond
    Age: Nineteen years old

    Appearance: We start with Galvins head, which has a very soft golden brown mess of hair. Its not too long, but isn't extremely short either, and is more than enough to cause bed head, yet easily fixed with some water or gel. Usually water is enough, as Galvin likes to let his hair hang down slightly on the left side and covers his left eye. Speaking of his eyes, they are a fierce icy blue color and than pierce the darkest of hearts and pour calmness into anyone's soul. His left eye however does have a scar across it from a little run in back in his early Guild days, a scar which he does hide but wears proudly. A small detail is that he has his right ear pierced, just adding a little "bling" to his appearance.

    Moving down, we come to Galvins upper body which, under his shirt, is toned slightly - a little muscle to show he's in shape, but nothin spectacular. The appearance of a four pack is definite, but a six pack is just barely peaking through and it would take some more work for him to reach it. Covering his naked body, is a brown t-shirt that has some odd tribal design that he doesn't even know the meaning off - basically he just picked out the shirt he looked best in and wore it.

    Continuing the downward motion, we come to the lower body of Galvin. He wears a simple black belt that holds up his blue jeans in place. These jeans are light in color and are technically "baggy" but they aren't rapstar baggy where they hang down past his butt. The jeans themselves do slack slightly, but the belt keeps it in place as if they were normal fitting jeans. Finishing up his outfit, we come to Galvins shoes which are two shades of brown: light and dark, with white laces.

    Personality: Dedication is all that Galvin is about and he won't ever give up on anything, its actually quite scary. Now don't get the wrong impression of him, he's not the type of trainer to keep going in a battle just because he wants to win - that isn't dedication, that's just stupidity. Galvin doesn't like to start anything unless he feels confidently that he can follow through and complete the obstacle. There was one time where he did become "stupid" and he let his devotion to winning get the best of him, and it was because of that situation that he earned the scar over his left eye. When he isn't studying for class or training with Fallon, Galvin is simply laying somewhere, a field, a bed, wherever, with Fallon and just soaking up their love and compassion for one another. Galvin makes all his decisions for himself, but when he gets caught during one and wants to know what to do, he goes to Fallon for the answer.

    History: Galvin didn't have an amazing life, but his life was definitely far from awful. Both of his parents had neer been interested in training at the guild, but both agreed that as long as it made him happy he could enlist into the guild. And ever since he found out about the guild when he was seven years old, Galvin begin journaling about how he couldn't wait to come of age and be allowed entrance. And the day finally came and enlist he did, signing up for the Pre-Classes that were required in order to graduate, have the chance to bond with a pokemon, and move further into the Guild training. Galvin, being one for dedication, flew through the four years of Pre Classes and was one of many to graduate and bond with a pokemon. Galvin was lucky enough to be bonded with a wonderful partner, Fallon, who has been by his side through everything ever since.

    So Galvin moved onward in life with the guild and begin to devote his time to everything that involved bettering himself in the Guild, aswell as better Fallon. Unfortunately, during a training session with another Guild member, Galvin let his want to win get in the way of thinking smart and the other trainers pokemon, a Staraptor, was going in for another attack but Fallon had no more energy left. So realizing that the battle should stop, Galvin rushed in and threw himself in front of Fallon and while the flying type swerved, the creature didn't avoid Galvin completely and recieved the scar on his left eye. And that is why he wears the scar proudly when it is seen, because he got in while protecting the one thing that matters to him most - Fallon.

    Now Galvin is in his second to last year in the Guild, and he's starting to realize it will eventually end and he'll have to adjust to a new lifestyle.

    Pokemon: Fallon the Persian.
    Other: (the only optional field)

    Class Schedule:
    1. Speech/Debate with Mr. Chad Gifford
    2. Swimming with Mr. Brian Kula
    3. Aikido with Sensei David Watkins
    4. Human/Pokemon Relations with Mrs. Maria Rosenbach
    5. Battle Strategies/Tactics with Mr. Roose Carvahall
    6. Melee Battle with Mr. Roose Carvahall
    7. Advanced Breeding with Ms. Rivalee Tam

    RP Sample:


    The only sound that could be heard in the small room was something quite out of place at one in the afternoon: snoring. Also quite out of place, was the one emitting the snoring: Fallon the Persian. Her partner just turned his head, glanced her over real quick, shook his head in amusement and continued to write his brain storming for a paper on his yellow paper'd sketch pad. The large cat like pokemon rolled over in her small bed, the blanket she uses falling to the floor. Suddenly, a small Raichu alarm clock began going off - the mouse pokemon begins to charge itself, which is shown in two clear cylinders on the side, and then releases the charge, the cylinders flashing colors. The clock read 1 PM.

    Suddenly, the alarm clock flew across the room and became silent. The funny thing about the alarm clock is that Galvin didn't fling it across the room, Fallon did.

    "Fallon! What did I tell you about flinging the alarm clock after eleven?"

    "You know I like to sleep late Galvin, I don't even know what time it is. Do you know? My clock seems to have been misplaced."

    "Its one in the afternoon. You were supposed to get up at seven and go for a run with me, remember? I know its Saturday and I usually let you sleep in, but we wanted to start running and sleep in on Sundays."

    "Its only one?! Are you serious right not, I should still be sleeping for atleast two more hours. I think you've gone mad. And you really think I'd get up at seven!?"

    "What am I going to do with you Fallon? You're the greatest friend I have, but you like to sleep twenty-four seven!"

    Galvin giggled to himself as he tossed the note pad on the end of the bed, getting up from the bed and walking over to where the Persian still had her eyes closed. Her partner grabbed the end of the blanket and pulled it off the cat like pokemon and tossed it into the corner. Walking back over to the bed, Galvin picked up his note pad and continued to brain storm. The claws of the Persian cam out of his paws as she used them to stand up and walk towards the bed.

    "I strongly dislike you right now."

    "I love you too Fallon."
     
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    Name: Amber Drayer

    Age: 17

    Appearance: Amber has dark brown hair. It is very thick, but has no waves or curls to it at all. Her eyes are big and emerald green. Her skin is fairly pale, but goes well with her skin and eyes. She is tall and skinny, being 5'7" and exactly 112 lbs. Her outfit stands out from the crowd with much layering and acceserizing. She wears a black t-shirt with the word "Angel" on it in silver text. The word "Angel" also has silver wings sprouting from it. Under that, she wears a white, long-sleeved shirt. She wears dark blue demin jeans, and a belt with silver stars all over it. Her shoes are black tennis shoes with silver laces. She sometimes also wears a plain black hoodie when she is cold. She also wears a pearl bracelet, and a necklace with a heart locket gem on the end, with no picture in it. Her makeup is very basic unlike her outfit, just being pink lipstick and black mascara.

    Personality: Amber is very creative. She loves doing things like drawing, dancing, and taking pictures, or basically anything creative that isn't messy. Amber also enjoys swmming, because she doesn't get sweaty. She is a very serious student in her courses and is very smart, however, when she isn't being a serious student, she's can actually be very fun to be around, but only sometimes. Also, Amber is very quiet. She doesn't really like talking to people who aren't her friends, and almost freezes up around authority figures. She isn't very good at making new friends, and lacks social skills. She is also somewhat of a neat freak, and can't stand if her dorm room is a little messy, or when she gets a speck of dirt on herself. However, this was explained when she was 12 (see history). She is very uptight, but is fun around her friends sometimes.

    History: Amber grew up with a mom, a dad, and an older sister named Katherine, or Katie for short. She was a very uptight child, and if it weren't for Katie teaching her how to have fun, Amber would probably be just as uptight as she was as a child. Her parents starting noticing strange behaviors out of Amber starting when she was about 6. It took them years to figure out why, but she wahsed her hands much more than the average child, cleaned her room very frequently, showered very often, and couldn't get dirty without getting very upset. However, when she was 12, they took her to a doctor who finally diagnosed her with obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). Since then, her parents and Katie have been trying to get her to be more easygoing and more ok with messes, however, they hadn't made much progress. So then, Amber got chosen to go to the guild. She begrudgingly went so she could be away from her family trying to "adjust" her, even though she didn't like the idea of being surrounded by 100's, maybe even 1000's of other kids.

    Pokemon: Vulpix, Nicknamed Angel, with the quiet nature.

    Other- For an unknown reason, Amber gets sick quite a lot. Whether it's a stomachache or a migrain, she always seems to be getting sick. However, she tries her best not to let it interfere with her classes.

    Class Schedule: Drawing, Photography, Ballet, Mating, Intro to Breeding, Pokemon Health, Swimming, and Advanced Algebra.

    RP Sample: Amber was in mating class. She was probably the only one who took it completely seriously, with maybe a couple exceptions. She found herself feeling sick. "Heh, guess that sandwhich I had for lunch didn't exactly agree with my stomach..." She also found herself getting the worst headache. She felt like she was going to pass out; she barely got any sleep the night before. She heard the teacher calling on her and asking a question, but she couldn't make out what she was saying. She heard the teacher say her name a few more times. Then, everything went black. She woke up on a bed in the affirmary. "Wh-what happened?" The nurse said, "Oh, you passed out in mating class. Amber, I think you may have a medical problem. After all, you've been in here more than any other student I can think of." "Oh great," Amber thought to herself. "Another medical problem besides OCD?"
     
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    Shaydeh

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    Stewart Diggidy

    Can I come out and play too?

    Name
    Stewart Diggidy

    Nickname
    Diggidy

    Gender
    Male

    Age
    16

    Appearance
    Stewart Diggidy boasts a large body shaped almost like a perfect sphere, from which stick-thin arms and legs sprout; he's indistinguishable from an inflated beach ball with skinny, gangling limbs sticking out. His hands are wide and flat like huge frying pans and his feet are long and pointed. Surprisingly, his face betrays not an ounce of fat, but is rather bony, bearing hollow cheeks. Diggidy has spiky brown hair and big russet eyes.

    He wears dark blue tights, much like those gymnasts adorn, with sparkling silver gloves and boots. A pair of goggles sits atop his forehead.

    Personality
    Diggidy's lips always seem to be moving, constantly talking; even when no one's around, he has no reservations about verbally communicating with himself. He's a very energetic, very bubbly soul who tries to be friendly with everyone he meets. Many people are often awed by his impeccable acrobatic abilities, especially taking the shape and size of his body into account. Diggidy is a hopeless optimist and believes nothing is impossible.

    He considers himself comfortable in own his skin but doesn't take criticism too kindly. More over, some people think of Diggidy as a loud mouth, and find his constant yapping excessively annoying. No matter how cruel people are to him however, Diggidy does his best to avoid making enemies and would rather wait for the other person to come around.

    History
    Diggidy was born with a rare condition that causes his body to concentrate all his fat content to his torso and mid-section, leaving his arms, legs, neck, and head severely lacking in mass. Naturally, while growing up his peers constantly gave him a hard time because of his appearance. Still, he refused to become a withdrawn, introverted individual, and instead, chose friends who bolstered his confidence, ultimately moulding him into the carefree, bubbly spirit he is today.

    His first love has always been (and probably always will be) gymnastics but he also holds great appreciation for all creatures of the world, especially pokémon. When he was finally old enough to begin his pokémon training he was very excited. Now a Guild Apprentice, he's happy to continue learning, taking chances and facing any challenges that may await him.

    Pokémon
    Bobo, the Makuhita. He's nearly a perfect reflection of his trainer, Diggidy: upbeat, amiable, athletic and tough.

    Other
    • Stewart Diggidy prefers to be called by his last name.
    • His dream since childhood is to be fired fifty feet into the air from a canon.
    • In his spare time, Diggidy's known to break-dance and even invented a move called the 'Bomb Diggidy'.

    Class Schedule
    Lyrical, Jazz, Mating, Terrain Battle, Photography, Parkour, Theatre Company, Pokémon Mythology

    RP Sample (from another RP)

    (*)(IC)(*)​

    Melanie's desperate shriek knocked upon Sagi's duty to act. His teeth ground angrily at the sight of the enemy charging towards Star. He focused his mental energy, churning it into the engine that fueled his Angel.

    Omu started towards the Elyon look-a-like. Testament's speed however, was troubling to the say least. The slice she suffered from the edge of Star's scythe hadn't affected her enough to wither her movements. Simon's graceful Angel had made the mistake of being over-confident. Instead of having her follow up on the attack the second she landed, her Deus got sidetracked, leaving her open to the flying boot Testament forced against her cheek. The powerful blow sent Star on her way, soaring through the air like a suicide missile before meeting the rigid conclusion of the shop's wall head first.

    A twisted grin stared over the downed Angel. The crowd erupted with a song of gasps.

    "Hehe, gotcha!" Omu took advantage of the position behind the enemy's back, grabbing a handful of wild, silver bangs. His other hand took hold of its own share of Testament's hair. White boots began to twirl in a slow, three-sixty revolution. Then, another one, quicker, another, faster. Omu's momentum continued to build with each successful spin. Within moments, the velocity lifted the dark figure's feet off the floor. Omu fought the dizziness sickening his stomach. He didn't stop rotating the Angel by the strings of hair until he was satisfied the toss would be monumental. A loud growl escaped both Sagi and Omu's lips as the white-cloaked Angel released Testament.

    The launched Angel flew uncontrollable through the air. She was moving so fast. Sagi had only seconds to realize that he forgot to release the swing in a safe direction. Omu had swung Testament right towards his face. Sagi's quick reflexes took control, ducking his head out of the Angel's path in the nick of time. The person standing behind him, lacking the position to see the crash-coursed Angel coming, took the dark figure straight in the face!

    Testament rebounded off the girl's features and bounced on the floor once. Sagi's teal eyes widened at how quickly she recovered. She jumped right back to her feet, and ran between the Deus legs to return to the Angelic Battle. Sagi rose an eyebrow at the girl who got hit in the face. Even with her hands nursing her sore nose, he could recognize her.

    "Enna!? What are you doing just standing there? You got to be quicker than that!" If he sounded a little angry, it was only because he had concern for his friends' safety. As much as he wanted to tend to her and make sure she wasn't seriously hurt, his Angel was still on the battlefield and he couldn't abandon Omu in the middle of a battle. He patted Enna on the shoulder then turned back to face the battle.

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    Phoenix_Mew

    Trainer of all things adorable
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    Shaydeh and Chika are both accepted. :D Shaydeh, your character is just fine in my book. Chika, I'd just ask that you make sure you're putting the proper spacing between your paragraphs. Remember that every time a new person begins speaking, it's a brand new paragraph and needs a full space seperating it from the last.

    But again, I urge everyone to do a thorough re-read of my first post. Minami is COMPLETELY different than any Pokemon world you have ever roleplayed in before.
     

    Lusankya

    The cake is a pie!
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    That was the biggest post I have ever seen on any forum. 0_o

    Anyways, here's my sign-up.

    Name: Kirov Mekrain

    Age: 17

    Appearance: Kirov has flame-colored red hair and wears a large piece of clothing that looks like a cross between a robe and a coat. This coat is mainly red, but is trimmed black on the edges of the sleeves, collar, and the bottom ends. It reaches down all the way to his ankles. This coat has many pockets in it where he keeps an array of seemingly random junk. Underneath it he wears a blue T-shirt, black dress pants and large black boots. Kirov is of average build, but quite tall. At 6'1 he stands higher than many of his classmates, but not quite tall enough to tower over them. His eyes are black, making it seem as though he has no pupils, and he will sometimes wear a pair of red sunglasses. He is occasionally made fun of for his outlandish attire.

    Personality: Kirov is seemingly cold when you first meet him, but this is due to an innate shyness that keeps him away from having many friends. However, once you do penetrate his icy surface, Kirov is a person who loves to have fun. He loves action and doing potentially dangerous things, although the way his parents brought him up keeps the latter to a minimum. Kirov is a go-with-the-flow guy, preferring to tag along rather than being at the front, a follower rather than a leader. On the other hand, he is driven to his goals of getting good grades that his parents set him. But Kirov also has another goal: because of his lack of a great social life, he wants to make at least one friend in each of his classes. Kirov loves insect Pokemon and other creepy-crawlies, especially spider Pokemon, which he finds rather cute, unlike some of his other arachnophobic classmates who find spiders horrid creatures. In addition to bug Pokemon, Kirov also loves dragons, bird, and water Pokemon, but has a distaste for the rock type. His preferences are not easily explainable, it is just something he feels.

    Kirov also prefers order and neatness in his life, but not quite to the point of obsession. He will often set an hour or two aside some days to clean up his dorm room an organize his school supplies.

    History: Kirov grew up with only a father. As a small child, he lived in the lower-middle class section of the spectrum of wealth. His father was a janitor at a high school. Kirov's mother left him and his father when Kirov was only three, and his memories of his mother are dull and sparse. However, his opinion of his mother is not dull in the slightest, he detests the woman as much as any person can detest someone they never knew. His father was devastated by the divorce, and refused to talk about it under most circumstances. Kirov spent his childhood pretending he didn't have a mother. Especially not one who left and never even bothered to call, or write a letter. Their only hint of what happened to his mother was a single newspaper article saying she had married a wealthy entrepreneur. As a result, his father always drove Kirov to perform his best in academics.

    Kirov entered the Guild at the normal age of 10 a very happy boy. The Guild provided better housing and food then he ever had before. At fourteen, he was given his very first Pokemon, a Spinarak. The Guild could not have made a better choice for him, and he bonded with the spider Pokemon almost instantly. At first though, the love was mainly one-sided, but eventually the Spinarak became as attached to Kirov as it could be to anything.

    Pokemon: Airio, the Spinarak. A jumpy, naive, curious little Pokemon that loves to crawl around and explore new places, occasionally getting into mischief.

    Class Schedule: Biology, Drawing, Pokemon Breeding, Battle Strategies/Tactics, Orchestra, Swimming, Advanced Algebra

    RP Sample: (from another RP)

    AIDSaCU-01 awakened from sleep.

    Opening his eyes, he stared up at the underside of the canopy of a forest. Sunlight drifted down through openings in the leafy foliage. Organic smells wafted into his nose. Smells of dirt, of Pokemon, of the forest. He felt himself laying against the ground, covered in a carpet of dead leaves and fallen sticks.

    Everything was wrong with this.

    First off, AIDSaCU-01 did not sleep. He was not supposed to feel the warmth of sunlight on his skin. He did not have a nose. He could not smell. And he was supposed to be in a laboratory within Silph Co.'s main headquarters.

    He sat up and stared at his legs. Something else that was wrong. Porygon-Zs did not have legs. They floated.

    He had a chest of flesh and blood. His arms were tipped with fingers. He was wearing clothing similar to his coloration as a Pokemon.

    I am a human, the former Porygon-Z, nicknamed Aida by a young female climatologist, thought to himself. The notion did not carry any shock or register any surprise. Without his emotion simulator program turned on, he was not capable of such things.

    But now he was human. He did not have his EMS program. He did not have any programs. Not his personality profile, not his massive storage bank of memory, not the many many simulator programs that the lab used him to run. Not the internal chronometer that would have told him what it time it was. Not the GPS system that would have told him where he was.

    For a long time, he sat there on the side of the dirt road, still as a statue, staring off into space with a face devoid of any expression.
    ----
    Hours later, Aida walked along the road. He was already attracting occasional glances from the passerby. He assumed it to be his attire and the stiff, mechanical way in which he walked.

    He did not know where he was going. He did not know where this road led. So far, he had spoken to no one.

    Deep in thought, Aida walked along the road. His thought process was so painstakingly slow now. Where in his Pokemon form he could composed an essay in a fraction of a second, it now took several such seconds to string together a sentence. This change in chronology was the most disconcerting part of his experience.

    How did he get this way? The first possibility that came to mind was that he had always been human, merely insane, believing he was a Porygon-Z. But he quickly dismissed that possibility. It was simply not feasible. There was too much evidence against it. But if he was insane, his logic would perhaps be flawed. So he tucked the possibility away in a corner of his mind.

    A second possibility was that this was a simulation. Yes, that would be quite possible. The scientists may have erased his memory of the moments before starting the simulation, or made it inaccessible to him. While he could not think of a reason they would give him such a simulation to run, he did give this thought a high rating on the scale of possibility.

    Yet another explanation would be the powers of a Pokemon. He had heard of certain Pokemon that could do such things. Manaphy and its Heart Swap ability. And then of course, any of the god-like Pokemon that resided in Sinnoh. Why they would single him out however, was beyond explanation. But mere mortals could never comprehend the mind of a god, he reasoned. Still, he did not think it a likely explanation.

    Perhaps this was some new technology developed by one or more of the many criminal organizations in the world? Stranger things had been done, he knew.

    He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of red sunglasses. Whatever the reason behind his sudden change of form, why he would have sunglasses in his pocket was beyond his comprehension for the time being. Even so, he put them on. If he had been gifted with sunglasses, it may be a good idea to wear them.

    Aida stopped and stared at a sign up the road ahead. "Twinleaf Town: 1 mile," it read. He had heard of Twinleaf Town. It was as good a place to start unraveling this mystery as any.
     
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    Darkhaven3

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    NAME: Arlene Marie Sanders
    AGE: 17
    APPEARANCE: Arlene, despite not being human, is a sight to behold; a resonating beacon of pure beauty and perfection. Her fox-orange fur drapes downward smoothly across her enticing, flaring curves in a bright cascade, barred by the flawless candent-white vesture of her underbelly coat. Her large, captivatingly-deep emerald eyes stab out from her face, following naturally into the delicate curvature of her muzzle and ending in the two characteristic black markings of a fox and the obvious cold black canine nose. Her hair is a striking, lovely blonde curtain that follows her form, down to her mid-thighs, and hides her right eye partially. A clever instrumentation of her own beauty. Matching with the black gloves and socks of fur on her footpaws and hands, she normally wears a jet-black tanktop (which does little to hide her obvious, large-scale "development") and cargo pants - bunched at the shins - ending in combat boots that are so well-kept and cared for that they shine like pure ebony in the light.
    PERSONALITY: Arlene naturally is a fairly neutral person by instinct. She normally is one to outright refuse conflict, but the bruises on her forepaws indicate a life of fighting and defending her life, to the contrary; she is ashamed of it, and ashamed of ever having to resort to violence. She believes in an ultimate balance of perspective, a final balance between the relative good and evil; it is a viewpoint that many think strange or outlandish, but Arlene is at the same time not without her sense of morals. She is lawful and will fight for what she believes in with fierce vigor, and will do little to stand in the way of others doing the same.
    HISTORY: Arlene was born on February 25, 1981, to a married couple of presumably Russian origin (which may or may not stereotype to her actions when she's angry) who immigrated to Sacramento, CA (USA) several years prior. With what little memory she has, she recalls meeting her grandfather, who had a strange glow in his eyes and stark black hair, unlike her parents... This has led her to believe that her descendants were part of one of the northern Russian moon-fox tribes, who worshiped the moon as their god of life. Since her parents' murder when she was 3, she has been part of an orphanage near Minami until age 10. Being 17 now, she lives by the golden rule, and is generally minimalistic. She is also an underground death-metal artist with the band Doom, as lead guitarist, and writes all of the band's music.
    POKEMON: Lucario called "Snake", age 17. She is considered a teenager for her species.
    OTHER: She's perfectly comfortable with displaying her body in full nudity and believes that others should feel the same way. Natural is beautiful, she would say - but then again, she has a great body that not many are born with. It should also be noted that she is typically ridiculed for being one of very few - possibly the only - anthropomorphic students to attend the Guild.
    CLASS SCHEDULE:
    1st: Astronomy
    2nd: Physics
    3rd: Trigonometry
    4th: Human Psychology
    5th: Ninjutsu
    6th: Music Composition
    7th: French
    8th: Swimming
    RP EXAMPLE:

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    All was dark. Arlene had passed out cold from the sheer force of the electricity screaming through her body...

    It was midnight when Arlene woke finally. She remembered little of what had happened, just... The raw fury that flowed through her, the immense hatred for that metal-clad assailant... Whatever he'd done, he would pay. When at first she opened her eyes, it was hard to tell if she had actually lifted her eyelids, due to the immense emptiness of the sky, the unyielding darkness that surrounded her. She couldn't even tell what direction she was facing at first. But once the feeling came back and the jolt returned in her sensitive nerves, she knew immediately. Snow was all around her, and the frigid cold was almost too much for her fur to keep away. She still remained relatively temperate beneath her pretty orange coat, but where exactly she was relative to her previous location was still a mystery.

    She stood tenderly, adamant about being absolutely quiet. She did not want to alarm anyone or anything nearby, if an assailant was still near. She skillfully looked around at first, but suddenly, pain overtook her entire body. Her left leg buckled under just her own weight, and her right side went into spasms. She fell into the snow with a feathery "thud", and the blinding agony gripped her senses for a moment... When it subsided, she reached down, checking for abnormalities in her form. Fear drew her into a recessive state of mind as she passed a cold paw over her leg and noted that one part of her thigh was slightly off-angle; she had somehow broken a leg. And from the feeling in her chest, maybe a rib or two.

    She forced herself to stand again, and limped a few agonizing paces over to a better vantage point to view her surroundings, clutching her aching side with one paw. She was barely able to stand, but despite the burning pain shooting at her, stabbing her from every direction, licking at her bones... She was still able to overwatch the area and think tactically. Her belongings were huddled up next to someone else's bag, and the person in question was out cold - or dead - in the snow, silent. Sighing, partially from pain, Arlene knew that whoever it was would not survive long without her help. She struggled along the snow path she had created by unintentionally dragging her broken leg through the loose mush, and carefully lowered herself down onto one knee. In the cold night air, the human in front of her would surely die of pneumonia and hypothermia if she didn't do anything.

    Biting the immense, unimaginable pain rocking her to the core, the vixen gripped the boy intensely by the clothing and lifted him up onto her shoulders, at the same time dislodging him from the snow, and painfully carried him over to a nearby alcove formed into a rock face that spiked out of the snow. She then angrily fought against her own body to retrieve their bags, doing the best attempt she could to carry all three at once to their new temporary camp. She collapsed nearby suddenly, shocked as her vision became blurred and surreal... The gasping vixen coughed up a considerable amount of blood before regaining her composure and lifting herself up, and continuing to the campsite; where she promptly dropped everything from her shoulders. She was tired, very hungry, and filled to the brim - to the point where she could no longer withstand - with a fiery anguish unlike any she had ever faced.

    Once again, unable to face the terrible agony, she doubled over and collapsed in the snow, though still conscious. Her energy spent, she knew that soon she would be far too weak to move. Whatever was wrong with her was very serious, possibly life-threatening. Once again, a dizzy spell overtook her, and she coughed until she expelled bodily fluids. Thankfully, this time, there was less blood. Or was it that she had lost alot already... And she was running out? Fearful, she struggled to stand again, forcing her weight onto her good leg, and shakily called out to the human boy, "Hey...! Get up!"

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    Phoenix_Mew

    Trainer of all things adorable
  • 95
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    Lusankya -- Yes please. :D Thanks for joining the roleplay, and I am very happy with your profile.

    Darkhaven3 -- Uhm... I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to say "no" here. America and Russia do not exist in this universe. Minami is a country in a universe all it's own. Also, no furries. I mentioned in the first post that no one was to have anything "special" about them. There is also the note that Pokemon do not bond with a human at birth. It happens after graduation from Pre-classes due to the government regulations.

    I have two more people on the way, and then my profile to get up, and we'll start.

    One more side note: Anything else that is NOT a character profile or an in-character post NEEDS to be taken to the OOC thread in the Lounge. Thanks! :D
     

    Darkhaven3

    Jackass
  • 247
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    NAME: James Cessily
    AGE: 17
    APPEARANCE: It almost requires a double-take to tell if he's male or female. His hips are carefully developed and his body is sculpted through years of forcing himself into a feminine physique, contributing to his vain nature. Of note are his pretty green eyes and long black hair that curtains down to his mid-thigh, usually worn down for personal reasons - his normal outfit varies far too much to narrow down to a daily dress, but he has been occasionally known to dress in a miniskirt and similar feminine clothing, just to see if he can get away with it. Despite that he normally does, it is rare to see him in this. The only pieces of apparel that remain constant through his fashion are a crystalline medallion that hangs always outside of the collar of his shirt, and several thin armlets and colored bands around his wrists.
    PERSONALITY: The vanity of a valley girl and the intelligence of a college graduate have never quite come so cleanly together as with James. While he is indeed worried about how he looks (and by extent, he is very worried about the ramifications of him presenting himself certain ways around the Guild), he understands that his training is more important and that he must remain both practical and sexy to satisfy both sides of his ego, which is never satisfied. He also has been known to solve computer-logic-related problems for fun.
    HISTORY: Born in a miniscule town near the guild, James has become the victim of a homophobic father. On his tenth birthday, the turn of his life, the memory of asking how normal it was to like other boys and promptly being sent away to the Guild has become a blur in the midst of drowning out his sorrows in his studies. The forgiving phase may be over, given his peaceful outlook on life, but forgetting will take more time than he has let the memory take from him.
    POKEMON: Lucario called "Snake", age 17. She is considered a teenager for her species. NOTE: This does not mean they've been together since birth. This is just what I would like the setup to be when the roleplay starts.
    OTHER: He's all over the men, if you know what I'm getting at.
    CLASS SCHEDULE:
    1st: Astronomy
    2nd: Physics
    3rd: Trigonometry
    4th: Human Psychology
    5th: Ninjutsu
    6th: Music Composition
    7th: French
    8th: Swimming
    RP EXAMPLE: Well... You've seen what I can do.
     
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    Name: Karin Goddard
    Age: 23
    Appearance: Karin stands just a hair under six feet tall, with dark brown hair falling down to the small of her back, which she keeps swept back into a long ponytail. Her emerald green eyes sparkle with a deep intelligence and emotion. Her skin usually has a healthy tan as she spends a lot of her time outdoors when she isn't in class. She dresses fairly conservatively favoring darker colors; browns as well as dark greens, blues, and reds. She dresses for comfort as well as utility, wearing pants with a lot of pockets along with belts made to carry pouches and bags.
    Personality: While Karin seems distant and stand-offish at first, but that's just frustration from having spent so long at the academy. She's actually a very warm, empathic individual to those she lets get close to her. Unfortunately, she's watched many of her classmates moving on to join the militia, many more since the attacks have begun. Many of the older apprentices have moved on to join the militia with the promise of action looming on the horizon and she's lost many of her friends in the academy and as a result doesn't get too close to many of the younger apprentices. Those that do know her love her fiery personality, kind of an odd match considering the pokemon she bonded with…
    History: Karin wanted to attend the academy from the time she could speak. She loved pokemon and read everything she could her hands on. She had a voracious appetite for everything pokemon and was quickly shown to have a very bright mind. Her parents applied for her enrollment when she was 10 and she was accepted. She quickly showed herself capable in the classroom, but when it came time to bonding with a pokemon, she had trouble. It took her a nearly unheard of two years to finally bond with a pokemon, however, when she finally did, many said it was a deeper bond than many had seen before, like the two were made for each other. Watching them on the training field, one could hardly dispute that. However, because of the delay, she entered the upper level classes with a different group of students and was forced to make new friends. She still maintained a lot of the friendships she had with the students her age, but one by one they began to graduate. She's given into a little bit of despair and discouragement about the whole thing, though she would never tell anyone about it.
    Pokemon: A Wartortle by the name of Nizzix

    Other: Karin loves to spend time outdoors, especially on clear nights when she can watch the stars. She still wishes upon the first star she sees in the night.
    Class Schedule: Astronomy, Trigonometry, Minami History, History of Human/Pokemon Relations, Pokemon Mythology, Human/Pokemon Relations, Sambo, Armed Combat
    RP Sample: Karin lay atop the small hill on her back, arms pillowed underneath her head. She breathed a heavy sigh. John was scheduled to have his battle against the trainers tomorrow. He told her he really wanted her to be watching for moral support. She had graciously said she would be there, but she didn't know if she could. John was good… real good. He didn't need anyone there for support of any kind. Anyone who had watched him on the battlefield would tell you that. He would have no problems winning the battle and graduating. She also knew that those were the same things that were said about her… she just didn't have the experience. She knew she was good on the battlefield, but she also knew that she didn't have the proper experience, despite the fact that she still had a lot of coursework to finish up. Another sigh escaped from her and was followed by a quizzical noise that she knew all too well. She looked over to her left where Nizzix was sitting up and looking at her, a worried expression on his face. Karin smiled a little despite the growing anxiety that was slowly but steadily building inside of her. Nizzix was one of the few truly good things that had happened to her in the guild, and was about the only thing that kept her grounded. She turned her head back to the skies and watched the stars.


    "I'm okay Nizzix. I just have a lot on my mind right now."

    Nizzix grunted and lay back down beside her. The two contrasted so wonderfully, Karin's inner fire matched with the usually detached coldness of the wartortle. She took a deep breath of the night air and exhaled loudly. She loved looking at the stars. It always seemed so funny to her that the one thing that could always make her feel so small always seemed to make her feel like she was on the top of the world at the same time…[FONT=&quot]

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    Phoenix_Mew

    Trainer of all things adorable
  • 95
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    Pikalover: I'm going to have to decline on this one. You obviously didn't read the entirety of the first post. There is only one school in Minami for Pokemon. Pokemon are a rarity in Minami, and only those who graduate from the Guild get to have them. Those starting at the Minami Trainer's Guild start at age ten, not six. The fact that you don't know what an RP sample is worries me. If you were to look at the other profiles that have been posted, you would see what they are. An RP sample is where you give me a sample of how you roleplay so I can decide if you fit this roleplay or not.

    DarkCyril: You're good.

    Darkhaven3: That's a much better profile. Thank you for editing.

    ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

    Here's my character.


    Name: Chrysanthi L'rosa

    Age: 19


    Appearance: Chrysanthi has long, flowing silver blonde hair that she styles in a multitude of ways. Some days it's all done in ringlet curls, and other days she'll braid it in two pigtails. Some days it's left completely straight, and others, she plaits it in one long braid that touches just above her rump. Her eyes are a hauntingly icy blue, and her skin is a naturally creamy color of moonlight. Chrysanthi is almost always clothed in floating dresses in varying shades, styles, lengths, and hues. Her form is very feminine and shapely, which tends to get her a good bit of male attention. However, that attention is nearly always superficial, as her personality tends to put most people off.


    Personality: Chrysanthi is a very quiet individual. She is extremely intelligent, but not very physically adept. She is an amazing dancer, but not being one for the martial arts, Chrysanthi sticks to Kyujutsu. Her almost ethereal personality tends to put off most people, and she has absolutely no friends, despite her being so close to graduation. This will be her final year in the guild, and she has no desire to put off her battle with the Masters. She's an extremely loyal individual, but having no friends, no one really knows that. Chrysanthi is also very shy, which only contributes to her lack of friends.


    History: Chrysanthi places almost her entire focus on Pokemon and has for her entire life. Almost all of her training at the Guild has been building up to her dream of being one of the medics for the Pokemon used in the Militia. She grew up with a mother and father almost completely disinterested in her, favoring her older brother, now working his way up to becoming one of the most prominent General in the Minami Militia. This bothered Chrysanthi while she was young, but as she has grown older, it really stopped causing her so much distress. Now, Chrysanthi is content with herself and her Pokemon.


    Pokemon: And Espeon named Taia. Taia is just as strangely ethereal as her trainer.


    Class Schedule: Advanced Breeding, Pokemon Nutrition, Human/Pokemon Relations, Botany, Pointe, Pokemon Mythology, Drawing


    RP Sample: Chrysanthi arched her back and dipped into a plie. Her muscles were aching from all the barre work she had been pushing herself through over the past couple of days, but it made no difference to her. Miss Anye wanted her in top form for the recital this year, and she would make sure she was there.


    A quiet yawn disrupted her perfect triple pirouette.

    The nineteen-year-old spun around and fixed her strange, icy stare on the purple-furred Pokemon that had taken up a quiet residence in the corner of the studio. "Am I boring you, Taia?" she demanded, trying to keep a straight face.

    You may be, the Espeon shot back.

    Chrysanthi smiled and walked over to her best (and only) friend. "I'm sorry, Taia. I just want to be in top form this year. You know how important this is to me."

    Taia's tail twitched in a slightly annoyed manner. Yes, but it's well after midnight, now. Can we please get to sleep?

    Chrysanthi burst out laughing and drew the Espeon to her in a tight hug. This was going to be a tough year on both of them, but she knew that as long as they had each other, they'd come out all right.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    I'm still waiting for Master Electrician, but after that, we'll get started. I may begin the roleplay before he posts his character sheet, but we'll see. We're starting tomorrow evening one way or the other. :D
     

    Spearow

    mr. nobody
  • 275
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    15
    Years
    Hope you'll still accept one more applicant? D:

    Name: Peter Saint-Cyr
    Age: 15
    Appearance: Very dark-skinned and of a lean, wiry build, Peter stands at about 5' 10" and is still growing. His black hair, which grows in tightly coiled, kinky curls, is shaven very close to his head in a no-nonsense crewcut. His facial features are mostly comprised of his serious, deep brown eyes framed by long lashes, a broad nose and startlingly white teeth - which he rarely ever reveals. Generally he wears simple, sensible clothing - a black T-shirt, jeans and a pair of red sneakers is one of his more favored outfits.
    Personality: Generally intense and serious on most fronts, Peter has gained something of a reputation of being a humorless, cold individual who never wants to have any fun among most of those his own age who are acquainted with him. Being fiercely competitive and achievement-oriented, he does fit in better at the Minami Trainer's Guild than he probably would at a normal school environment. Though he fancies himself to be intelligent and sensible for the most part, he is still really just an impatient, untrained and naive boy underneath the collected, knowledgeable front he puts out. As far as it comes to relations with other people, Peter still alienates a lot of potential friends with his standoffish, occasionally snobbish attitude, but he is not unfriendly or unkind once you get to know him. Though he has a definite affinity for Pokemon, he isn't so keen on direct hand-to-hand combat or just combat in general. It's hard for him to admit this and though sometimes he questions whether he should be in the Guild or not, the privilege of being able to bond with a partner always overrides his doubts about his own ability as a soldier. Nevertheless, he still directs most of his attention within the guild to improving his physical and mental fitness in nonviolent ways, only taking the bare minimum of combat-related classes to prove to others (and himself) that he's not a complete wimp.
    History: Born to two reasonably well-off and almost stiffly proud parents, Peter was raised to be a somewhat precocious, courteous child. From an early age he was practically groomed to be a future inductee of the famed Minami Trainer's Guild, as his father had had a military past, albeit not Pokemon-related. The boy didn't mind the high expectations of his parents too much as he was growing up - above all, he wanted them to have a reason to be proud of him. So he was as thrilled as they were when he was accepted into the Guild. Now, only a little more than a year after bonding with his Pokemon partner, he is progressing well through his classes, though he still subconsciously dreads the graduation battle and learning how to fight in general, fearing the possibility of incompetency and complete humiliation.
    Pokemon: Yorick, a Zangoose - serious as his partner is at first glance, but with a more weathered, experienced feel about him - and more attuned to battling. He can come off as a bit stern, but in a somewhat tongue-in-cheek manner, with his gruffness often having a dry, humorous twinge to it. He seems to enjoy getting to know Peter as much as the boy does, which is a considerable amount. Though they are relatively new to each other, they show promise of becoming quite the inseparable duo over time.
    Other:
    Class Schedule: General Fitness, Parkour, Intro to Battle, History of Human/Pokemon Relations, Biology, Swimming, Track, Advanced Algebra
    RP Sample: Peter tossed his head back and blew air out from between his lips. He lay sprawled out across a bench in the Meditation Gardens in an uncommonly relaxed position. Yorick, who was tracing one of his long claws along the bark of a young tree, perhaps considering the possible consequences of carving into it, turned his head to give the boy a look, part mock reproach and part gentle amusement.

    Peter stared back blankly. "What? I'm meditating."

    The Zangoose padded over on all fours and leapt up on the bench next to his partner. They sat next to each other in complete silence for a while - it was impossible to tell how long. Peter closed his eyes, while Yorick's remained open.

    "This is actually relaxing," Peter remarked. Yorick just reached up to knock him on the head with a blunt paw, lightly and affectionately, as if to say 'Just shut up.'
     

    _Diego//

    Caminaré entre las piedras
  • 508
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    16
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    Yeah, yeah; is this still open? I thought it'd be fun to RP here. Sorry if it isn't; I'll just delete this post if asked to, and sorry for the inconvenience.

    Name: Akira Hidori
    Age: He just turned 19

    Appearance: Akira's shape has a mixture of pro swimmers mixed with basketball players. He stands at relatively mighty 6'5, which might not be all that tall, but not everyone gets past 6'3 sometimes. The muscles in his body aren't really pumped, but they are very nicely excersized and they stand out through his somewhat tan skin. Biceps, triceps, abdonimals, pectorals, deltoids, and shoulder muscles are his muscles that stand out the most. He doesn't grow them anymore because he'd rather have dexterity and flexibility over raw strength, matter he has achieved quite successfully. His legs also prove very strong, and they give him loads of endurance, something he things is one of his best traits. He can go for very long distances carrying heavy items and only get the minimal amount of tiredness. His limbs are also somewhat long, and his torso holds a nearly perfect V shape. His head is somewhat round, and all the features on it are a bit small. Eyes, lips, nose, all that. His eyes have a piercing honey-like colour which seem to sparkle under sunlight and dim on the shadows. His nose is small and slightly perky and his lips have a rosy and thin shade. His ears are pointed at the edges and his teeth are pearl white and straight. His hair if a dirty-blond color and it always seems to be spiked up. Another singular fact from him is that, aside his from his height, one of the first things people see from him is that he is always seemed to be blushing. Since birth, he 'suffers' from a medical condition known as rosacea, one that has his cheeks always tinged with a rubious colour. For attire, Akira doesn't really vary the things much. A plain T-Shirt with jeans and sneakers is a default, shorts, excersizing pants, swimming outfits and very formal suits being the only things he'd rather wear. He wears a sporty, yet casual watch on his left wrist and few rubber bracelets on his right wrist. Some people might see him as good looking, others not so appealing, and others just another guy that blends a bit too good with crowds.

    Personality: Akira is pretty much the definition of a friend. His whole way of being revolves around respect, chivalry, honesty and loyalty, probably in that order. When in a good mood, that is. He is a bit shy on first encounters, but getting him to trust and like you might be very, very simple of a task. He is always up for a chat with anyone and about anything. He is rarely seen in a down mood and is pretty much always smiling. He is somewhat extremely loyal and a good shoulder to lean on; having proved many times he'd go through excruciating amounts of bad stuff in order to protect his liked ones. When around people that like to talk much, he will hear much and talk much back; when around a quiet person, he will try to pull out small talk with some jokes here and there to make the person feel comfortable around him. He is also a very good listener; and many times he'd rather listen than talk. Akira also has the natural leader sorta touch, and isn't afraid to be in charge of situations; he has a large desire drive and hates giving up. He is a profound lover of any form of art, whether it be painting, dancing, writing or music, the latter being the one he excels at. But, of course, this is when Akira is happy. When he is angry, he will go berserk and nothing will stop him from achieving his goal, whether it be getting to a place or breaking someone to chirps. When in a bad mood, Akira is also too cold, emotionless, logistic and calculative and will make others feel inferior; something not liked by anyone. Good thing is that he is very slow to anger.

    History: There is not much about his life to be told. Born to an average family that punished him or rewarded him when deserved. He has for siblings an elder brother and a younger sister. He has been around Pokemon for many years, and is now very much used to it. Since he was young, he showed prolific skills at music, sports, and writing. Anything else of interest will eventually be told.

    Pokemon: An Absol nicknamed NightSlash, Slash for short. His moods resemble Akira's.

    Other: Uh.. I don't know. If I lacked anything it'll come out sooner or later. xD
    Class Schedule:
    1.- Advanced Breeding: Akira's mother always talked to him about the wonders of Pokemon Breeding; how a very powerful specie with unique moves and traits could be born from an egg impressed Akira, and breeding is one of his most favourite classes.
    2.- Parkour: What a better way to start the day than wall jumping your way to class? His brother got him into this fine art when he was younger; though he is very far from perfecting the skill.
    3.- Physics: Speechless.
    4.- Music Composition: He love's it even more. He has prodigious skills on almost any instrument; but prefers bass instruments.
    5.- Swimming: Perfect butterfly stroke? Piece of cake. Akira is one good swimmer.
    6.- Intro to Dance: He can play the music; why not dance it? Sadly for him, he has two left feet; and introductory classes are all he can handle at the moment. He is a fast learner, at least.
    7.- Photography: An image says more than 1000 words, and Akira doesn't feel like writing somethimes.
    8.- First Aid: He wants to be useful whenever the sitaution calls for it.

    RP Sample: (Another thread)
    Marc was making his way in a straightforwards direction, never really taking the time to stare to see if the other 2 Pokemon were still following. He did want to do so, but a singular drive kept him moving forward; his face completely focused on the path and all his attention directing the road of dirt and stone they were about to go through. Maybe that force that kept him going was the fact that, while Leon now carried Radian, he had to ensure the way was clear and safe; guessing no Pokemon was really ready to start a battle. He could feel the presence and the heat emanated from Leon, anyway, so that was enough for him. As he walked, he hear Leon say something, though he didn't really hear well. Either he had murmured it or the Totodile's ears were losing all of his strength. The latter proved to be the most probable when he felt all of his body weaken out of nowhere.
    His sight grew dim and his muscles weakened.
    "Gah!" Marc exclaimed as he felt his knees shatter and his muscles flex unvoluntarily. His snout hit the ground with an impressive force; and he could barely move his body. He fought to keep his eyes open and to keep a steady breath pace. But his efforts were pretty much futile. He forced his weak head to move in the direction the otehr Pokemon were, but he couldn't find them. His whole vision range then became blurry, and finally, he fainted. Unlike any of the other fainting experiences he had gone through, however, he felt this one was different. Like, not out of fatigue. More like if someone had induced sleep to him. A very strong sleep induction.

    A while passed until the unconscious Marc managed to plop and eyelid open. What he saw was... Nothing. Nothing at all. He was in a completely white area that seemed to have no end. A scene he felt he had already undergone a bit too many times. Now not surpised at all by what might have been happening, Marc stood up and sighed, shoving his head from side to side and trying to find one imperfection on this white canvas. Soon, he started walking... In some direction. 'Some Direction' was all he could note, for this place probably had no north or south, or forth or back.

    "Who might come here now. Darkrai's act? This Groudon guy wanting retaliation? What if the Original One himself is calling me?"

    All this Marc told himself jokingly, only letting time tell what was going on. He continued to walk forward in quite a relaxed mood; until colors started to form in the blankness of this areas. It was like three really large crayons, the primary colors, started to doodle on the 'walls' of this enormous cuber. As this happened, the ground beneath Marc started to move forward, like a threadmill, and he couldn't do anything but go along with the current to see where it led him. The crayons then started drawing in a more artful manner. One so meticulous and precise that Marc immediatly recognized what they were forming. The images where portraying every single moment of Marc's life since he became this Totodile. Frame by frame, second by second, all images drawn at the speed of light. All captured in perfect detail, some even drawn from a different perspective that allowed Marc to see details he didn't see for himself when he was actually living the moment. Also, the happiest moments he recalled, most ones in which he was around Radian, were outlined with a mixture of pink and yellow colors, while other darker scenes in which he could only recall angery were tinged with blood red and black.

    "So... What's this all about. Some sort of psychotherapy?" Marc asked, now intrigued by everything that was going on aroud him. As soon as the images finished scrolling, a voice boomed through the corridor the images and threadmill floor has formed; so loud that even the images seemed to bend when the sound waves bounced from them. "No! It isn't any psychological treatment..."

    "Oh lord..." Marc murmured to himself. That loud voice in such an ambient could only mean he was about to engage in some chat with a legendary Pokemon. Not that cool. "Who's there!!!" Marc demanded to know.

    "Marc... What is the purpose of your existence?" The voice asked, still not hinting his identity.

    "Oh, C'mon" Marc said. "I already had this chat with that pink duck thing. Mind just getting to the bottom of it? I'm kinda busy in the real world and all..." Marc continued, knowing that by teasing he would get the entity to reveal itself.

    "Oh, really..." The voice boomed, then the moving floor stopped and the room became silent. "Not enough time? Not even for... ME?!?"

    An enormous, majestic white Pokemon then appeared out of thin air in fromt of Marc, lowering his head to the Totodile's level. The nostril of the Alpha Pokemon was large enough like to fit 3 Marc's inside, and his potent inhalation and exhalation 'cause the water Pokemon to sway back and forth. Marc's eyes widened in shock as he realized how he had just spoken to the Orinial One. But that was what he did, and formalities now where to be spared. "Wow..." Marc said. "Arceus"

    "How dare you talk like that to your creator?" Arceus teased as his eyes locked into Marc, even though the Totodile could probably fit into his eye socket. "Yeah, well, I... You know... Sorry. BFF?" Marc said playfully, actually spelling the last word letter by letter.

    Arceus stared at the Pokemon confused, twisting his head to a side slightly, then snorting loudly. "I will repeat myself, young man. What is the purpose of your existance?"

    As the question entere the Totodile's ears, he took a deep breath and started to talk. "Well, Uhm, you see, this pink Pokemon kinda..."

    "Cresselia" Arceus interrupted.

    "Yeah, right, uhh, Cresselia. We kinda already discussed this. I had to, like, protect my friends and all and..." Marc started to say, staring down at the ground as he did; not finding enough valour to stare at Arceus in the eyes. Or in this matter of epic proportion, one eye. Also, before Marc would continue, Arceus interrupted again; quite abrubtly. As he did, the rings on his middle body section shifter from yellow to red.

    "Ah, I see. So protect, ehh? Something like this?" Some seconds after Arceus finished talking, the pair was surrounded by photographs of Marc in various; such as Marc standing in between a fainted Radian and Leon, taking the heat, literally, for Tiffany and the whole guild running away as he stood up against the massive continent Pokemon, Groudon. "Is that what you mean?"

    "I... I guess so. Probably. Yeah, something like that" Marc said as he scratched his head and stared around puzzled, but not wanting to question Arceus. "I'm guessing she meant something like that..."

    "Hm... Ok, good" Arceus said. "Now tell me what do you think of this scenes"

    All those images of Marc's valour shifted to different pictures as Arceus' rings turned blue.The first image was changed to that one of Marc lying on the beach on his first day here. Then, next to it, a picture of someone fighting on their own or protecting or healing Marc appeared. Then one to Marc being hurt, and that pattern repeated on all images. "So.. What's up with this?" Marc asked confused as he stared around again; only looking for excuses not to stare at Arceus in the eye. It was so intimidating; mostly because Marc expected Arceus to be a good guy and not a Pokemon which would try to flip his brain inside out. But he obviously woudln't be able to run away, and most definitely this wasn't a nightmare he could just wake up from. It was a stronger feeling. A much, much stronger one. He felt like he was in th e actual Hall of Origin, the area said to lead to the Heaven where only worthy would enter. Human and Pokemon. If that was it, though; he had been scammed. Badly. But either that or eternity with Darkrai; and Marc had already seen Darkrai enough. Marc was pulled out of his thoughts when Arceus spoke again.

    "You have no idea of this? Look closely, Marc. If you are supposed to protect, how come you've been in the brink of dying so many times. 'What's up' with that?" Arceus said in a very serious voice tone, imitating Marc's expretion in a burlesque way. "Huh? Tell me"

    "Uh... Well" Marc started saying. "You know, heroes have their downs and all..."

    "Who said you were a hero?!" Arceus exclaimed very loudly, the many images around them shattering and making a high pitched sound of glass breaking as he did; revealing again the blankness on which Arceus fur camouflaged perfectly. Marc covered his to protect his eardrums from the noise, but even then it hurt a lot. "You saw all that near death experiences, huh? Well, what if I told you that it wasn't 'caused by accidents or they were those downs heroes suffer? What is I told you I wanted you dead. What if I told you your goal is complete, or, even worse, you didn't fulfill it?"

    "Wha..." Marc said scared, fearing the words Arceus was saying. Did he really want him dead? Hadn't they been picked for a reason? If they were supposed to die, what was the whole point of it? "No!" Marc yelled snapping back to his senses. "I don't wanna die! Not yet!"

    "It's my choice, not yours! You have nothing left to do in the world. I will kill you now and you are coming with me! Now!"

    "NOOO!!!" Marc retorted yet again, his eyes glowing in the red signature color it once was signature of him. "I'm not letting you kill me! WHY?! Why do everytime something good happens you Omega Pokemon break it down on me? Huh!? Why?! Do you hate me or something? Why make me the happiest creature on Earth, then tell me you're going to kill me!? Why?! I do have a purpose, Ok? Look!!!"

    After yelling this with all the strength in his lungs, Marc raised his arms in a possessive and comanding manner, quickly bringing the shattered 'screens' around the two Pokemon and getting them to portray images. All showed him helping some Pokemon out or being helped himself, as well as few other moments of good times and bonds of friendship being formed. And, most importantly, many frames of him and Radian scrolled. From the moment they first talked and she healed his wound on his head to when she came back to him when he was left alone with Groudon. "YOU SEE?!" Marc yelled.

    "SHUT UP!" Arceus yelled ridiculously loud as on lightning jolt shout our of his rings and on to Marc. As the lightning appraoched, Marc pulled his claws out and launched himself towards the attack, letting out a potent slash and vanishing the lightning and landing unharmed. If Arceus wanted Marc dead, he woud have just needed to think of it and that would be it. But instead he launched an attack Marc could block. An indirect, most definitely. But Marc was too blinded now like to see.

    "No!" Marc yelled again. "Can't you see?! I'm not ready to leave! NO!"

    After yelling the last 'No', the images dissapeared once again, but now, instead of shattering, they softly drifted away. The blankness turned into a prairie-like area and Arceus started to drift away gently. "Oh yeah, show me what you've got then, Marc. Prove yourself worthy" Arceus said this with a noble smile; his intentions of this whole thing turning crystal clear to Marc as he floated away.

    "I will..."

    Those were Marc's last words before he felt his being drop down for miles and miles, eventually slamming what appeared to be his soul on his body. As this happened, Marc woke up and stood up immediatly. He dusted himself of and stared around. He wasn't in the same spot he fainted in. It seemed like a place that was relatively far from the location. Nervous, Marc started running senselessly towards the Direction he thought the others where.

    ~Radian! Leon! Can anyone hear me? Guys!~ Marc yelled through telepathy, slashing vines on his way apart as he tried to re-encounter with the others; hoping his thoughts reach fainted Radian, or that if they got to Leon, he would respond and not pull out a tantrum in which he didn't respond, but instead let him get lost in the forest. In any case, he continued to run, and run, and run...
     
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    Phoenix_Mew

    Trainer of all things adorable
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    OOC: M'kay, this roleplay will officially be starting now. Anyone else who wants to roleplay in here will have to post their character sheets in the OOC thread. From this point forward, ANYTHING that is posted in this thread MUST be in character. Any out of character talk goes in the OOC thread. I won't tolerate the remainder of this thread being cluttered up with random "OOC" bits at the top of posts.

    That's just my pet peeve. So let's keep that in mind, and the Phoenix will be happy! :D

    Spearow and Diegoyayi are both accepted, additionally. Master Electrician: when you get in here, please post up your character sheet HERE. (You are the only exception, lol, as I've been awaiting your entrance.) Your RP sample can just be your first post, and we'll call that good, m'kay?

    So, let's get going! :D

    BIC: Chrysanthi's eyes fluttered open in response to the annoying buzz of her alarm. She mumbled incoherantly for a moment before finally managing to smash the "snooze" button for the second time already this early morning. With a yawn, she rolled back over in her bed and pulled the covers over her head.

    No more snoozing, Chrys. It's time to get up.

    "Hurmph nitgo crhostughph..." the nineteen-year-old muttered and curled up tighter under the covers.

    All of a sudden, her covers were missing. Something had yanked them off the foot of the bed. Cold air suddenly rushed over the girl, sending a wave of gooseflesh over her arms and legs. In less than a heartbeat, Chrysanthi had bolted upright, her ice blue eyes searching for the cover-snatching culprit.

    It didn't take long for her to find said theif. A slightly annoyed-looking Espeon sat on the floor with the corner of her cherry-blossom print comforter held firmly in her mouth. Chrysanthi growled a bit, and the Espeon growled back.

    "Making me get up early on the first day of classes," Chrysanthi muttered. "Some friend you are, Taia."

    Taia, the warm-covers-stealing Espeon merely gave a quiet huff and shook out her soft, purple fur. It's already 7:00, Chrys. And you're first class is at 9:00.

    "Yeah, yeah, don't remind me..."

    Chrysanthi sighed as she rose from the bed, pausing to give Taia an affectionate rub on the head. Her bare feet skittered across the carpeted floor of her spacious dorm room and to her bathroom. The Guild was wonderful for things like that. Each room was an individual room, much like an apartment. A tiny kitchenette and a small living area were partially seperated from the bedroom by a partial wall in each room. Each room also had a personal bathroom to help make the students as comfortable as possible. Chrysanthi absolutely loved the rooms. (Of course, these small apartments were only given to students after graduation from Pre-classes.) But since she'd gotten hers, she'd fallen in love. Chrysanthi very much enjoyed her privacy and indivualism that she got with this room.

    The shock of the cold water against her skin as she prematurely stepped into her shower/tub combo woke her more fully. The water quickly warmed as she shampooed and conditioned her hair. After giving her milky-white skin a good rub-down with a honey-based soap, she stepped out of the shower and dried off with a soft towel.

    Her very long, silvery-blonde hair stuck to her back as she perused through her wardrobe, attempting to decide on what she would wear for this first day of class. Since the weather outside was still so lovely as the area hung on to the warm summer months, she chose a lilac sundress with a creamy white trim that perfectly matched the hue of Taia's fur. She rather quickly dried her hair and let it fall into a cascade of shimmering ringlets.

    After sliding into a pair of white sandle heels, Chrysanthi picked up her soft brown suede messenger back that she'd packed the previous evening and headed out of the dormitory complex.

    It was a beautiful day to walk along the tree-lined paths of the Guild. A gentle breeze teased through her hair as she picked up a fairly brisk pace toward the Academic complex. Her first class was Botany, and she was very much looking forward to taking up the study of the plants she would eventually be able to use to help create more effective medicines for the Pokemon she so loved.
     

    Wilow-Wisp

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    Naiya awoke to the sound of a tittering Chatot. Light was streaming into her dorm from the window next to her bed. Naiya sat up as stretched, yawning and adjusting her eyes to the light. She glanced at the corner were Nyx usually slept for the night. No dark erie shadow floated there. Naiya scanned her room for the missing pokemon.

    Suddenly, she heard a toilet flush. She looked at the entrance to her bathroom. A violet, cat looking creature with large red eyes and mouth stepped out. He saw Naiya looking at him and froze.

    "Nyx...what were you doing in there?" She asked, suspicously. Nyx was known for getting into trouble, misplacing her things often. He had the bad habit of dropping things into odd places...the trash can, the sink, the toilet....she had no idea why he did these things. She supposed he was just fascinated with the dark drains.

    Nyx floated over to Naiya's beside. I...um...did something... he stammered, twiddling his stubby little claws. Naiya moaned. "Please tell me you didn't drop something valuable of mine in the toilet."

    Nyx looked up at Naiya, shocked. Naiya, I only did that when I was a Gastly. I told you, that was just a stupid childhood phase. I did drop something though...it was glass, what ever it was. I cleaned up the mess and put it in the toilet. I didn't want you to get all upset...

    He floated over to the window and pulled the drapes shut. There, he said, wiping his forehead. All of that light was starting to bother me...

    Naiya knew better then to argue with the Gengar. This only led to big fights, and she really wasn't in the mood for some Nyx drama. She knew she didn't have anything valuable with her that was glass, so she figured he had just dropped a cup or something.

    Naiya got to her feet and walked over to her dresser, opening the drawers and selecting what she would wear for the day. Nyx floated about the room, poking and prodding random objects. She came up with a pair of jean capris, a tight brown tank top and a burgundy waist-high hoodie. She walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She brushed her hair, her teeth, put on deodorant, ect. She pulled on her outfit, then a purple and red beaded necklace to go with her outfit.

    She walked to the kitchen, put together 2 bowls of cereal, and quickly wolfed it down. Nyx ate as well, requesting thirds.

    She grabbed her gray shoulder bag and shoved her organizer and notebooks into it. She through in a few pencil, pens, sketch book, and the current book she was reading, Urban Ledgends of Minami.
    Nyx watched her, hovering above her shoulder.
    She threw a piece of gum in her mouth and left the dorm.

    She headed towards the Academy, feeling the warm rays of the sunshine on her legs. It was a beautiful morning indeed. Naiya decided to recite her class schedule while she was on her way.
    Okay, my first class is Biology, then Geometry, Pokemon Mythology, Creative Writing, Drawing, Human Pokemon Relations, Battle Strategies/Tactics, and Pokemon Wellness. Okay, I think I have it down.

    Nyx floated next to her, keeping pace. Thats odd...I dont see any other people, or pokemon. Are we early or something?
    Naiya had noticed this, too. "We might be early, but I'm sure we will see some people and pokemon soon."
     
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    _Diego//

    Caminaré entre las piedras
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    "Noctowl! Noctowl! Noctowl! Nocto... Crash"

    "Sheesh, shut up already! I already hea… Oh God…"

    Akira lied on his bed quite comfortably, letting all pains and worries from days before drift away on a good night sleep. No dreams, no nightmares, no noise, no movement around; everything was just pefect. Well, it was, until his Noctowl alarm clock started to beep loudly crying the Pokemon's name. Akira took his pillow and wrapped it around his head hoping to mute hte noise, knowing it'll keep on beeping until he stopped it; and that meant stretching his arm. Moving. A motion he didn't want to do at this time. His pillow plan proved to be rather futile, anyway; so he had to retort to slamming the alarm clock, which, accidentally, ended up breaking as he hit it. The alarm broke, but the hour was still flashing.

    "What time is it, anyway..." Akira asked hismelf as he rubbed his eyes to clear of his blurry vision. When the red, geometric, curveless numbers became indentifiable, Akira sat up in a rush, all the pillows on his bed and all the blankets covering him flying away. NightSlash, who was resting comfortable besides the human's lap, only flew away alog with the blankets and landed abruptly on the ground. "It's late!!" Akira scolded himself as he jumped out of his bed, all of his tiredness melting as he started rughing towards the bathroom on his room to start showering.

    ~Yes, good morning to you too...~ Slash said as he yawned. He proceeded to take his head to the ground and rub the small bruise that appaered on it after being slammed on the ground. Just a few minutes passed before Akira sprang out of the restroom with just a towel around his waist. "I'm sorry, bud, I thought I had set the Noctowl watch at the right time. God, I'm not gonna make it. What's my first class, again?" Akira yelled to himself as he go dressed in a rather standard outfit consisisting of black jeans, a completely black t-shirt that only showed a small woven absol face near the chest and black running shoes.


    ~You should know already....~ Slash said bored as he stretched and got ready to part off with Akira. "I know, I know! I just forgot briefly! Was it Physics? No wait, parkour. Oh, no, I remember, it was photography!"

    As Akira yelled all this, he pulled out a small backpack that hung across his chest with a single strap and ended on the side of his waist. Inside, he packed all of the books he needed; a lycra swimming short that stretched to his knees, and also his photography camera inside its case. ~It's physics~ The Absol clarified to the anxious human as he silently walked towards the door and sat down, waiting for Akira to be ready.


    "Physics? Oh, c'mon! I can't be late for physics! Alt is going to be so pissed!" Akira whined as he walked over to the small living room area in his room and put on his watch and wrist accesories.

    ~Mr. Alt? Oh man, better get going...~

    "I know, I know; I'm almost done!" As he said this, Akira pulled out one apple from the bunch he had in the kitchen and devoured it entirely quite quickly. This wasn't his best pick of a complete and healthy breakfast, but he was sure he had no time to get anything else. He threw the core to Slash, who engulfed it like it was a true deliteful meal. Akira ran into the restroom once again to spike his hair up, get deodorant on and brush his teeth. After accidentally swallowing toothpaste and mouth rinse due to all of the adrenaline around him at the moment; the pair was out of the room. "Let's go!"

    Akira and NightSlash were running out of the dormitory area very fast, not even knowing that Akira's watch and alarm clock had a wrong hour and that they had just a bit more time in hands than the one expected. As Akira rushed forwards, he noticed a Cranidos coming in the oposing direction, running at the same speed as he was. In a human chest Vs. Cranidos head brawl, money went on the latter. But not feeling like turning away, Akira, who had now tons of momentum, gave a large jump towards the wall, engaging in a succesful wall kick move and landing behind the Cranidos. "I'm so telling this to Foucan" Akira said mischievously as he continued to run. Slash, who probably didn't have enough joints to copy the move, coudln't help but to be bashed away by the raging Cranidos, who made his way to his owner pretty soon.

    "Hey, NightSlash! Don't fall behind!" Slash joked as he stared back at the Pokemon, who at the comment, laughed inwardly and quickly stood up, recovering his pace. The pair soon made it out to the outside, fresh breeze and beautiful aroma of plants and trees filtering into their nasal cavities. "Ah... The so fresh smell of flowers..." Akira said to himself as he stopped right on his tracks and decided to go the rest of the track walking at a somewhat quick pace, Slash always staying at his side and cosly scrutizing the surroundings as if it was the first time he ever saw them.
     
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    i do apologize in advance i can't spell
    Name: Alistair Smith (nick.Alii)
    Age: 17
    Appearance: 6" 2 average weight. Alii has pail white hair that is fairly long wears a black t-shirt that is slightly baggy along with a pair of normal black jeans he is also known for never wearing a coat.
    Personality: Alii is commonly known to be stubborn and spiteful but also to people that are close to him he is more calm and upbeat
    History: Alii is all ready a confident fighter and knows many fighting styles and his only reason for taking the classes is to gain the right qualifications to teach it with in his spare time. He also has a strong voice and even though is known for his confidence still dose not dare to sing in public.
    Pokemon: lucario, umbeon (shiny), swampert
    Other: (the only optional field)
    Class Schedule:

    Aikido
    Ninjutsu

    Armed Combat
    Melee Battle
    World History
    Band
    First Aid
    RP Sample: old rper site i use to rp on has been taken down
    sorry its so short I'm on a time limit
    sorry i missed your OOC as i said im not use to this any more
     
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