The Reincarnation (PG 14)

♥~*Abby*~♥

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    ~sign ups are always open~

    ~Lusankya is the co-owner, and can accept or decline sign ups~

    Plot

    No one knew why it was happening.

    But one thing was for sure... it was happening.

    Disease was spreading throughout all of Kanto. It started out simple, like as the common cold, then, it was followed by fevers spiking 107 degrees that wouldn't go down. No one knew how to cure it. People were dying everywhere. Pretty soon, everyone in Kanto was dead.

    However...

    You are one of the people in Kanto. You died, however, you feel alive again. You wake up on one of 17 islands as follows-

    Plain Island- This island is a home for normal types. It is very simple, just wide open fields with the occasional lake.

    Flame Island- This island is a home for fire types. There are many hot springs and volcanoes throughout the island.

    Aqua Island- This island is a home for water types. There are many lakes and ponds, and even a cliff with a waterfall.

    Blizzard Island- This island is a home for ice types. It is cold all year round and has many snow capped mountains.

    Muscle Island- This island is a home for fighting types. It has many rocky mountains and has intense weather conditions all year.

    Toxic Island- This island is a home for poison types. It is very dangerous for most other Pokemon to travel to, and has many pools full of acid.

    Earth Island- This island is a home for ground types. It is very flat and has cracked ground. It often has earthquakes.

    Static Island- This island is a home for electric types. It often has thunderstorms most of the year, but besides that, is much like Plain Island.

    Feather Island- This island is a home for flying types. It is much like plain island, except with more trees.

    Magic Island- This island is a home for psychic types. It is also like plain island, except for the fact that it seems to have a "magical" quality to it. Rainbows are often found here.

    Insect Island- This island is a home for bug types. It is a very thick jungle. It is a lot like Plant Island, except that its jungles aren't as thick.

    Plant Island- This island is a home for grass types. It has a jungle thicker than any of the other islands, many ponds, and a waterfall. It is warm most of the year.

    Geo Island- This island is a home for rock types. It has many mountains, and the ground is very rocky.

    Invisible Island- This island is a home for ghost types. It is a lot like Midnight Island, except that has no mountains and it occasionally is said to disappear.

    Draco Island- This island is a home for dragon types. It has many ponds, and is much like Aqua Island, only slightly warmer and it has no waterfall.

    Midnight Island- This island is a home for dark types. It has many dead trees and some mountains. The island is often very dark, and sunlight hardly ever hits this island.

    Metallic Island- This island is a home for steel types. It is a lot like Plain Island except that it has no ponds and some mountains.




    You wake up. Something feels... different. Maybe everything seems bigger, maybe it feels like you have a tail, but something feels different. You look at yourself more closely, and realize that there is in fact something different about you. You are a Pokemon. All you remember is your first name and perhaps some parts of your past, but nothing major, like how you became a Pokemon or how you died. Now, as a Pokemon, you must live out your life with all the other Pokemon already on the island. However, there will be bumps on the road. Maybe you'll try to figure out your past and how you got to the island you wake up on, maybe you'll try to get off the island, or maybe you just decide to live out your life as normally as you can as a Pokemon. What you want to make of your life as a Pokemon is up to you.

    Rules

    1. All basic PC rules apply.
    2. No bunnying other people's characters without permission.
    3. No godmining.
    4. You can't be a human.
    5. no tiping lyk dis, k?
    6. All posts must be at least 1 paragraph long, or 4 lines.
    7. Try to be active.
    8. You can own as many characters as you want, be keep it reasonable.
    9. Have fun!

    Sign up sheet

    Species- This can be whatever Pokemon you want, as long is it isn't legendary.

    Name as a human- Only a first name is required, since that's all you'll remember as a Pokemon.

    Name as a Pokemon- This can be the same name as when you were a human, but it can be something else if you want.

    Personality- A good paragraph or two is needed here.

    Shiny?- You need a better sign up in order to be shiny, and only one of your characters can be shiny.

    History before becoming a Pokemon- What happened in your character's life before they died and came back as a Pokemon? At least a few sentences here.

    Island- What island do you live on? It must match up with your Pokemon's type. If your Pokemon is two types, pick one.

    RP Sample- This is required. I need a sample of your writing.



    If this gets accepted, my sign up will come later.
     
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    Veru interesting. On the RP sample does it have to be about THIS RP or something we have done before? (If it CAN be something done before I will put something I put up on my own RP. Which btw if you would like to join it's the Second Coming RP. SU's are in the Lounge)
     
    Species- Dustox
    Name as a human- Dustin
    Name as a Pokemon- Dustin
    Personality- Dustin as a human, was very cautious. He would always wait for the other person to make a move before he did. He was mostly a loner. He was timid and shy with a dark atmosphere around him.
    Though he was lonely, he love accesories, in which case he collected many items. Even after he became a pokemon he still collects many trinkets and nik-naks and enjoys giving them to friends as gifts. He was and is a caring person and will so anything
    to help out anyone.
    Shiny?- Yes, please.
    History before becoming a Pokemon- Dustin had become a very powerful trainer using only Bug Type pokemon. He was skilled in inflicting status ailments and weakening foes. He and his pokemon were able to stay in battle longer than most
    others. One day he was at a carnival enjoying some down time with his pokemon. His first and favorite Dustox was eating cotton candy like there was no tommorow, and Dustin was eatin ice cream, soaking up the sun that battered on the carnival grounds.
    When they were done, Dustin and his pokemon went for a walk around the fair. Many people and pokemon were performing for the guests' enjoyment and for their own. Magby's and Munchlax's were working some of the snack stands, Pikachu's putting
    on light shows for children, and various other pokemon just having fun.
    After thirty minutes of walking around, Dustin noticed a booth with a sign that read "Get your fourtunes told here with Madam DeVoir!". This intrigued Dustin, so he walked in. The room was dark and candle lit. In the middle was a dark pink
    table with a cloth over, and on the middle of the table sat a crystal diamond shaped ball.
    "Sit down dear." said and old shakey voice. Dustin did as he told and not a moment after an old woman walked from behind a curtian dor. She sat down at the table and closed her eyes. She put her hands on the diamond and began to hum.
    "Um..." started Dustin. The woman cut him off and began her fortune. "I see it. I see a plague wafting over this land! A plague that will bring horror to all who face it! No one will escape. Not you, nor I! The end is near! But you, you shall live again!
    You not remember what life you held before." she said as she finished. Dustin ran out of the booth a little freaked by the fortune. He walked back to the heart of the carnival, when suddenly he became dizzy. He fell to his knees, worried because he did not know
    what was happening. The last thing he saw, was his Dustox hovering above him, trying to get Dustin back to his feet.
    Island- Insect Island
    RP Sample- *From my own story*
    Year 428
    "Cover the western gate! Close the south gate and baracade it with our strongest men", a lieutenant shouted. "Let the men know we are not going to stop until every last one of them is dead", shouted another.
    An onslaught of war was waging just outside of the room of Myran Talazoztz. He was the heir of the throne after his father. He would then lead the entire country of what is now known as Mexico.
    He heard the screams of warriors as their lives came to a bloody end. The king, his father, was in the throne room holding off any and all of the enemy forces with great ease. His father was known as "The Demon", and for
    great reasons. Myran, his father, and his entire family, were royal demons. Vampires to be exact. they were the strongest family in the world at the time. Myran, though, had something very unique about him.
    The day he was born a royal shaman named Ali Ba Ba, saw that he had a certain strength he had in which no other vampire could. He ould use the same dark magic as the shamans o the world. In the past, if vampires would
    attempt to learn this magic, or any magic for that matter, their lives would come to an end immediately. But Myran, learned to use a simple spell by the end of his first year of birth.
    Myran heard his father scream in terror. He knew, that his father was now dead. The forces bursted through Myran's roo. Afraid, he fled. He ran in another room linked to his own. To his horror, he found that room filled
    with the same people wanting to kill him. he was surrounded, backed into a corner like a trapped rat. One of the men laughed, "You patheic excuse of a vampire! You really think you could have held us off forever?" The man reached out to
    grab Myran's arm. "No!", screamed Myran. The walls of the room grew and midnight black. Myran's eyes glew a dark, blood red. The man that tryed to grab him, was now dead. He exploded from the inside out, just as the next man, and the man
    next to him, and so on and so forth, until all of the men, were finally dead.


    How's this?
     
    Ok, I just realized I misspelled the title.

    Can Loki or Alter Ego change it to The Reincarnation?

    And by the way, you don't need to stay in the same island forever. You can travel to a different island.

    Anyways, here's my sign up...

    Species- Raichu

    Name as a human- Abby MacElree

    Name as a Pokemon- Abby

    Personality- Abby as a human was what a lot of people would call "emo". She was very depressing and negative, and always looked at the glass as being half empty. She was very caring, however, and often tried her best to please people. However, she can be very mean due to her bipolar mood swings, and this is also the reason why she is depressed. Abby is also rather shy because of Aspergers Syndrome, and lacks social skills. She often stayed away from people for this reason. Abby, however, despite the fact that she is so negative, can be very cheery and positive too. Abby can also be very random, to the point where people sometimes don't even understand what she is saying. She often keeps her emotions to herself, unless you are a close friend of hers. Even though Abby may seem cold and antisocial at first, if you are nice to her and show her that you won't treat her like crap, she's a good friend.

    Shiny?- Yes

    History before becoming a Pokemon- Abby's history was rather eventful. Nothing much happened the first 3 years of her life. However, around her third birthday, her mother started noticing strange behaviors out of her. She lacked social skills, hated getting her hair brushed, was hyposensitive to pain, and chose to stay alone a majority of the time. At the age of 4, a doctor diagnosed her with Aspergers Syndrome, a form of Autism. Abby was very happy the next few years of her life, even during her parents divorce and moving at the age of 8. Well, she was happy until she moved at the age of 10, that is. Then, she started becoming very moody, and even started becoming suicidal. She got hospitalized for suicidal thoughts at the ages of 11, 12, and 13. Then, when she was 13, almost 14, she died and became a human.

    Island- Static Island

    RP Sample-

    "Ugh..." Abby gradually opened her eyes. There was nothing but grass surrounding her. She sat up more. This looked nothing like what she had ever seen.

    "Wh-where am I..? And why does everything seem huge?" Abby ran around. She could run a lot faster than when she was a human. This all seemed so weird. So saw two electric types, a Shinx and a Luxio, to be exact. The didn't look familiar at all. She looked at her reflection in a nearby pond. "Wh-what?! I'm a Raichu?!" Abby said this out loud, but didn't mean to.

    "Yup! At least, you look like one!" Abby turned around. Surely enough, there was the Shinx.

    "You were unconscious for awhile. Are you ok?" The Luxio walked up.

    "Um... yeah... but... why am I a Raichu?"

    "Well, a flash of light appeared, and then you landed on the ground. I'm not sure where you came from," The Luxio said.

    "Um... this is weird... why am I like this? Uh... this makes no sense... I'm tired... I'm gonna go back to bed."

    "Ok! Sleep well!" The Shinx said.

    Abby walked for awhile, and found a cave. She decided she'd stay there for tonight. But none of this made any sense. She could have sworn she was a human before this. Now she was a Raichu. She needed to find out who she was, but first, she'd take a nap. After all, she was exhausted.
     
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    Can you hold a place for me? I want to give it a though or two before I start
     
    Species: Magnezone
    Name as human: Tyro Akula
    Name as Pokemon: Tyro
    Personality: Tyro is a cheerful fellow most of the time. He has been described by one of his friends as having a "floaty" personality, something that is now highly ironic, seeing as he is now a Magnezone. Tyro loves to make friends, and has difficulty coping with the thought of other people hating him, unless he believes they are jerks themselves. Then he has no problem with it. He can be rather mean to people he dislikes, belittling and making fun of them at every opportunity. This is not to be confused with how he treats his good friends, which he will often poke fun at, but in a playful, good-hearted manner. But he knows not to do it with acquaintances, lest he causes himself to be looked upon disfavorably. Tyro is intelligent and logical, and loves to read, believing that it is far better than television, and saying to those who think otherwise that "It's like TV in your head!" He also has a strange fondness for orange juice.

    History: Tyro lived in Cerulean city for most of his life, living a mostly average life. At school is had a large group of friends, and every year for his school's talent show he would sing a parody of a famous song with some of his friends as backup. He never really had a "best" friend, but instead had a close circle of 4-5 people he communicated with often, and a larger circle of other friends. This inner circle managed to stay in touch with him through middle school and high school. Tyro would usually score B's on tests and his report card with little effort, but he liked seeing that fabulous A on his card, so studied hard in everything except math, which was the only subject he ever really disliked. His parents, while on the outside seeming to be a happy couple, fought a lot, with arguments that seemed to shake the entire house, and probably would eventually have divorced had the disease not begun. Tyro and his family were one of the last to die of the disease, and his final days were extremely grim and lived in panic and despair.

    Island: Static Island

    RP Sample: (from The Final Level)

    Level 1: The Empty Room
    Players must wake up and get their bearings before the timer runs out. If they wish to avoid being machine-gunned, they must run out of the Level 1 arena immediately after coming to. A test of their responsiveness and thinking abilities.

    "Welcome to the game." A voice, female, but lower in pitch than normal. Strangely mechanical, with odd nuances and emphasis. Sounding almost... menacing.

    "Blaurrggg," Michael groaned. His head hurt slightly. Strange. He wasn't lying in his bedroom, next to his Pokemart.

    Blinking to clear his blurry vision, Michael sat up on his butt and looked around. He was in a white, featureless room. In front of him lay a long hallway. Outside of which he could see trees and grass.

    Where was he? He turned his head, scanning the walls of the room. He blinked. Now there were small discolorations on the walls. He blinked again. The discolorations were little tubes, attached to balls, mounted on the walls. They were pointing at him.

    He leaned back slightly. The tubes moved, tracking his movement.

    With a start, he realized what they were. Gun turrets.

    "What the-" he gasped, but was cut short by a beeping behind him. He flipped over on the ground to see what it was.

    Behind him was a digital clock, its red-and-black rectangle looking evil and sinister set admist its other surroundings. It was a timer. Counting down. 15... 14... 13...

    Then it hit him. Like a tractor trailer. Guns that tracked him, and a timer. He needed no further explanation. He wanted to live.

    Michael shot up from his position lying on the ground and sprinted down the wallway as fast as he possibly could. Faster than he had ever ran. There was a greater need to run than he had ever experience before.

    Behind him, the beeping sound continued, strangely not lowered in volume by the increasing distance. But it was joined by something else. Gunshots.

    Ever hear a gun in real life? It's not like in the movies, the little "pewpewpew".

    Despite already running as fast as he could, Michael coaxed a little more speed from his legs, running a little faster than he possibly could. Behind him, BANGBANGABANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!!

    He exploded out of the hallway and rolled to a side to avoid the gunshots. His lungs felt like they were popped balloons. Gasping for breath, he looked down at his body. It seemed to be fine. He didn't feel any pain, except the ones in his lungs and the pain from sprinting like that in his legs.

    He got up and looked around. Surrounding him were trees. A forest? It looked liek one, and smelled like one. Turning around, he didn't see the hallway he had come out of. Strange.

    He looked up. The woods looked so ordinary. But there were glimmers of white poking through the openings in the leaves. White? But the skies were blue. He supposed it could be cloud cover, but wasn't it was a little too bright for that?

    Level 2: The Black Forest
    A spooky woods, filled with dangerous creatures, streams, and dark caves. Players beware, they're coming for you! And feast upon your bones they shall, unless you have the wits to escape a grisly fate. Other suprises are hidden in the woods as well... Sleeping is not advised.

    A voice boomed out of nowhere, startling Michael. He jumped in terror. What now?

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

    The voice was similar to the one from before, but higher in pitch, brighter, and it talked faster. It still sounded strangely mechanical, however.

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

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

    "Now, are you ready for Level 2?"
     
    This looks relatively interesting. I suppose I'll sign up.


    Species- Jolteon

    Name as a human-     Zack Tellath

    Name as a Pokemon-     Jyn

    Personality-     Jyn is energetic and lively. He's always up for a challenge, and never backs down from a fight. His cockiness usually gets him in trouble, putting him in situations he can't handle, even though he thinks he can. Quick to make friends, he'll put his trust in anyone he thinks is nice. This makes him slightly ignorant, as someone could be planning to betray him, or be deceiving him, and he would never suspect it.
    His cockiness and ignorance is balanced out with his strong sense of justice, and his willingness to defend, and become stronger in order to protect who he needs to.

    Shiny?- No.

    History before becoming a Pokemon- Ironically, "Zack" was nothing like "Jyn". Zack was a quiet type who kept to himself. He trusted nobody, and never stood up for anyone, much less for himself. The world depressed him, his life tainted darkly with the death of his mother when he was a little boy, showing him at an early age the cruelty of fate and the world.
    He lived with his Dad, who payed no attention to him, and barely cared for him. Zack practically raised himself the best he could, and took care of himself and himself only. Because of this, he had very low self-esteem.
    Zack had been sixteen when it happened. His death. He had thought of suicide once before... maybe many times. but he had never taken it seriously.
    Zack had been going through a major state of depression when the fever hit. His father said that he willed it on himself, subconsciously or consciously wanting to die. The fever got worse every day, and it was only a week before Zack died.

    Island-     Static Island

    RP Sample- [[From a different RP. and by the way, I probably won't RP in first person in this. If needed, I'll replace this with one in third person :/ ]]

    I lay on my bed and continued my mental argument. There was no way to win this. There was no right way to decide. No way that would end peacefully. I had to choose. Who would I betray...?
    I heard small footsteps make their way downstairs. I looked up, and saw through the crack of the door Stelladora, walking to Bastiaan's room. A chill ran up my spine. My heart's pace quickened dramatically.

    This was it.
    I had to choose. I had to choose now. I stood up and stared at the door. My palms were sweaty. I advanced to the door and opened it slightly, then went out and followed Stelladora downstairs.
    I watched from a distance as she made her way to his room. She disappeared behind the door. I felt tears coming to my eyes. My breath came quickly, yet silently. My mind reeled to the point of being painful.
    I sat on the floor a few yards away and stared at the door, my entire body shaking. It was so quiet. My ears started ringing. There's no time, no time.... Images of Bastiaan and Stelladora flashed in my head, then the image of Bastiaan, laying dead on his bed, when I could have saved him. His eyes, dull and lifeless.

    In a sudden rush of energy I ran to the door faster than I knew I could run, and flung the door open with a shaking arm and cried out in a shrill voice.

    "Bastiaan!"

     
    Could ya save me a spot pwease =3
    I would like to join this rp, but I cbf making a sign up just yet.
    EDIT: Alright, lets see how this works out...

    Species: Flaaffy
    Name as human: Neaken
    Name as pokemon: Alafy (most creative name ever, I know!)

    Personality: Neaken is decidedly a quiet boy, and rarely starts conversations. He attempts to answer if spoken to, but it is easy to tell that he prefers to remain quiet. Very few things can cause any sort of emotion to register to Neaken, and more often than not it is difficult to read how he is feeling. The only thing that will get a reaction out of him is if any sort of danger is involved, in which case Neaken will run without thinking most of the time. As timid as he is, he will stand up for people who have earned his trust, a rare occasion. As a pokemon, this has remained more or less the same, but a few differences are noticeable. Now, Alafy is much more prone to bursts of joy or crying fits, sometimes both. Despite this new softness, deep down Alafy is still a calculating person who will run or hide if odds are not in his favor. Alafy has also gained a mischievous side. He's a joker and group oriented person on the outside, but his true nature still manages to shine through in tense situations. Being the practical person he is, Alafy does not yet believe that he has actually died and views this as a dream.

    Not shiny.

    History: Neaken lived a peaceful life in the small town of Lavender. Despite his care free upbringing, Neaken was never the jovial type and spent much of his time walking around Pokemon Tower, thinking of this and that. His morbid pondering caused him to became less and less social, until the majority of his time was spent deep in the Pokemon Tower or in the depths of his room. Because of this and the remoteness of Lavender, Neaken never caught the life threatening disease. However, on one of his customary walks, Neaken felt like taking a small rest at the side of a steep mountain, as the shade provided was a nice break from the strong rays of the summer sun. A lone boulder crashed into Neaken's leg, breaking the bone in half. After being hospitalized, Neaken easily caught the disease in the very place that was supposed to save him.

    Island: Static Island, where else, I'm a flaaffy =P

    RP Sample: Nooooooooo! I had a really good 'un, but the thread is gone D=
    Spoiler:
     
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    Ooooh I want to join!!!(and can I have two??? if not then tell me which one is accepted and which one isn't).

    Species: Pikachu(Not copying you just love Pikachus)
    Name as Human: Scott Tokyoghu
    Name as Pokemon: Scott
    Personality: Scott usually likes to hang out around the lake where it is usually peaceful and quiet. He is never found at his house unless it is early in the morning or he is sick. Scott due to his love of adventures is always outside exploring new and wondorous things. Scott never criticises people based on what they look like. Scott loves to meet new people and usually always makes a new friend!
    History: Scott lived in the quiet little town of Vermilion City. He always loved to sit at the edge of the dock and sometimes even swam with all the water pokemon. When he was about 6 he started working as an apprentice under Lt. Surge who used to treat him as his own son. When Scott turned 10 he didn't want to leave Lt. Surge but he insisted that he did. Scott left and soon became a great pokemon trainer. He then got sick when he went back to Vermilion City and passed away.
    Island:Static Island

    Rp Sample: (This is from another Rp)Brandon's mom woke him up at 3:00 A.M. "Mom." Brandon moaned. "Why did you wake me up so early?" "Well Mr. you have to get packed, get dressed, and then you have to head over to Newbark Town by 10:00 A.M." said Brandon's mother. "Newbark Town?! I have to go to Newbark Town? Isn't that in the Johto region?" asked Brandon. "Yes it is now you better hurry up. You'll make it by about 15 minutes if you leave at 5:00." said Brandon's mom. So Brandon got out of bed ran into his closet got his favorite clothes and ran to the bathroom. Brandon was so excited about getting his first pokemon that while he was on his way to the restroom he tripped and fell over his pants. "Owww." complained Brandon. He got up and went into the restroom got his clothes on and then brushed his teeth and hair. After he was finished he looked at the time...It was 4:45! Brandon ran downstairs as fast as he could. "Here's your backpack honey. I packed it for you while you were upstairs." said his mom. "Thanks mom." said Brandon. Brandon ran outside and hoped on his bike. "Now be sure to leave your bike with our friends the Byers when you get there." shouted Brandon's mom. "I will mom." shouted Brandon.

    Brandon was on his way to Newbark Town. While he was riding his bike he took the time to look at the surrondings. He saw great gigantic trees as green as moss on the ground. He smelled frangrences that smelled like roses with never ending smell. Brandon loved adventuring. His mom often said that he was just like his father always wanting to go on adventures. He then noticed someone sitting in patch of grass next to there bike near the road. When Brandon got closer he reliezed that it was the kid he tackled way back when they were only 5. When Brandon rode by the kid (whose name was Michael) he got up and said "Hey if it isn't Brandon Scott the kid who never went to pokemon school." Michael got on his bike and rode up next to Brandon. "Leave me alone Michael." Brandon said. Michael looked at him as if he actually respected him. "Why are looking at me like that?" asked Brandon. "Because I used to pick on you everyday but you never gave up your dream on wanting to become a pokemon master." said Michael. "And I respect that." Michael said. "Oh well thanks." Brandon said. "Hey you know the forests and stuff in this pokemon world can be dangerous because of all the wild pokemon so you want to travel together?" asked Brandon. "What really? You want to travel with me?" asked Michael. "Not during the whole journey just until we get to Newbark Town." said Brandon. "Well.....Ok." said Michael. So Brandon and Michael rode their bikes the whole way to Newbark Town.

    "Hey Michael I got to go to a friend's house to drop off my bike while I'm here." said Brandon. "Ok I'll see ya later then." said Michael. "See ya." said Brandon. Brandon went over to his friend's house and knocked on the door. "Hello?" answered someone. "Hey Matthew let me in it's Brandon." said Brandon. "Brandon hey man." said Matthew as he walke dout of the house and gave Brandon a hug. "Yeah I need to hurry though if I want my pokemon." said Brandon. "Ok well give me your bike and I'll put it in our storage room." said Matthew. "Ok thanks man." said Brandon. "I promise when I'm finished with my adventure and I'm going to go into another region I'll stop by and say hey." said Brandon. "Ok well talk to you then." said Matthew. After Brandon and Matthew talked Brandon sprinted to the pokemon laboratory reilizing that it was 9:55!! Brandon got there and knocked on the door. Proffessor Elm answered and said "Oh so you must be Brandon." said Elm. "How did you know?" asked Brandon. "Because everyone else showed up." said Elm. "Oh." said Brandon. Elm showed Brandon the pokeballs he could choose from and opened them all up. Out of the first ball came out a Vulpix. Out of the secound ball came a Mareep. And out of the third ball came out a Caterpie. "So which one do you want?" asked Elm. "Well I don't think that a fire type wouldn't work good with me. And I'm pretty sure that a Caterpie wouldn't work good either. So I'll take..." before Brandon could finish Mareep ran and jumped into Brandon's arms. "Well it seems to me that Mareep has taken quite a liking to you Brandon." said Elm. Elm then gave Brandon 5 pokeballs and a pokedex. Brandon thanked him and sent Mareep out. They ran outside and Brandon was really tired so Mareep and him took a little nap before they started there adventure together.

    Second One

    Species:Magby
    Name as Human:Maximillion (Max for short)
    Name as Pokemon:Max
    Personality: Max is very micheveous. He doesn't mind getting punished for the pranks he pulls in fact he likes it. It shows to him that people are actually recognizing him. He feels left out when he sees people talking with their friends and he is sitting there with nobady to talk to and that is usually when he pulls pranks.
    History before becoming a pokemon: When Max was born his mom died giving birth. Then when he turned 5 his dad started selling drugs. His dad wanted him to give the drugs to other people so his dad wouldn't get caught. One day though when his dad couldn't see him he saw policemen sitting in their cars. He went over to them and turned his father in. He was then taken to the orpanage. When he was 10 he was still at the orphanage and his father came in the door. He looked at his father in horror. His dad came over and apologized for what he made his son do when he was 5. He then fell to the ground and died. Then Max reliezed that his dad had caught the terribled flu and had died because of it.

    A few months after his dad had died Max had caught the disease along with half of the orphanage kids. The orphanage was cruel and threw them out into the streets to die. Maximillion died in a back alley where nobody ever found his body.

    Island:Flame Island

    Rp Sample: (It's the same as the first one...Srry I'll edit this part if needed).Brandon's mom woke him up at 3:00 A.M. "Mom." Brandon moaned. "Why did you wake me up so early?" "Well Mr. you have to get packed, get dressed, and then you have to head over to Newbark Town by 10:00 A.M." said Brandon's mother. "Newbark Town?! I have to go to Newbark Town? Isn't that in the Johto region?" asked Brandon. "Yes it is now you better hurry up. You'll make it by about 15 minutes if you leave at 5:00." said Brandon's mom. So Brandon got out of bed ran into his closet got his favorite clothes and ran to the bathroom. Brandon was so excited about getting his first pokemon that while he was on his way to the restroom he tripped and fell over his pants. "Owww." complained Brandon. He got up and went into the restroom got his clothes on and then brushed his teeth and hair. After he was finished he looked at the time...It was 4:45! Brandon ran downstairs as fast as he could. "Here's your backpack honey. I packed it for you while you were upstairs." said his mom. "Thanks mom." said Brandon. Brandon ran outside and hoped on his bike. "Now be sure to leave your bike with our friends the Byers when you get there." shouted Brandon's mom. "I will mom." shouted Brandon.

    Brandon was on his way to Newbark Town. While he was riding his bike he took the time to look at the surrondings. He saw great gigantic trees as green as moss on the ground. He smelled frangrences that smelled like roses with never ending smell. Brandon loved adventuring. His mom often said that he was just like his father always wanting to go on adventures. He then noticed someone sitting in patch of grass next to there bike near the road. When Brandon got closer he reliezed that it was the kid he tackled way back when they were only 5. When Brandon rode by the kid (whose name was Michael) he got up and said "Hey if it isn't Brandon Scott the kid who never went to pokemon school." Michael got on his bike and rode up next to Brandon. "Leave me alone Michael." Brandon said. Michael looked at him as if he actually respected him. "Why are looking at me like that?" asked Brandon. "Because I used to pick on you everyday but you never gave up your dream on wanting to become a pokemon master." said Michael. "And I respect that." Michael said. "Oh well thanks." Brandon said. "Hey you know the forests and stuff in this pokemon world can be dangerous because of all the wild pokemon so you want to travel together?" asked Brandon. "What really? You want to travel with me?" asked Michael. "Not during the whole journey just until we get to Newbark Town." said Brandon. "Well.....Ok." said Michael. So Brandon and Michael rode their bikes the whole way to Newbark Town.

    "Hey Michael I got to go to a friend's house to drop off my bike while I'm here." said Brandon. "Ok I'll see ya later then." said Michael. "See ya." said Brandon. Brandon went over to his friend's house and knocked on the door. "Hello?" answered someone. "Hey Matthew let me in it's Brandon." said Brandon. "Brandon hey man." said Matthew as he walke dout of the house and gave Brandon a hug. "Yeah I need to hurry though if I want my pokemon." said Brandon. "Ok well give me your bike and I'll put it in our storage room." said Matthew. "Ok thanks man." said Brandon. "I promise when I'm finished with my adventure and I'm going to go into another region I'll stop by and say hey." said Brandon. "Ok well talk to you then." said Matthew. After Brandon and Matthew talked Brandon sprinted to the pokemon laboratory reilizing that it was 9:55!! Brandon got there and knocked on the door. Proffessor Elm answered and said "Oh so you must be Brandon." said Elm. "How did you know?" asked Brandon. "Because everyone else showed up." said Elm. "Oh." said Brandon. Elm showed Brandon the pokeballs he could choose from and opened them all up. Out of the first ball came out a Vulpix. Out of the secound ball came a Mareep. And out of the third ball came out a Caterpie. "So which one do you want?" asked Elm. "Well I don't think that a fire type wouldn't work good with me. And I'm pretty sure that a Caterpie wouldn't work good either. So I'll take..." before Brandon could finish Mareep ran and jumped into Brandon's arms. "Well it seems to me that Mareep has taken quite a liking to you Brandon." said Elm. Elm then gave Brandon 5 pokeballs and a pokedex. Brandon thanked him and sent Mareep out. They ran outside and Brandon was really tired so Mareep and him took a little nap before they started there adventure together.
     
    Another RP by Abby? I'm SOOOOO in!

    Species- Charizard

    Name as a human- Vanessa

    Name as a Pokemon- Vanessa

    Personality- Just a warning; Vanessa can be very abnormal at times, and not know what she is saying, really. She can be your friend one minute, and not know you the next, but then she's back to normal again. Like I said; very abnormal. Never let this fool you, though! Vanessa is actually very intelligent, as well as thoughtful. She is willing to stand up for something she believes in, but does understand that other people have opinions, too. When it comes to survival, she can become very selfish and unthoughtful of others, but when everything is fine, she is the exact opposite.

    However, her bad side is the side you do not want to see. Her claws seem to sharpen before your eyes and Vanessa's normally sparkly, deep blue, and warm eyes turn a stone cold, bone chilling, and deep blood red. It's a scary expirience, but it is rare. Vanessa calls this the 'Defense Mode', and it only happens when her friends are endangered. She is deadly then, and tries her hardest to isolate herself. While we are on the topic of isolation, lets just move on to how well the shiny Charizard socializes.

    Vanessa just cannot seem to stay away from other Pokemon unless they are enemies. She is beyond the word 'outgoing' by miles. Her 'talent' is turning the shortess story such as 'The Weedle used Posion Sting and made the Caterpie faint.' into a long-winded speech any day. It may not be others idea of a 'talent', but Vanessa never cares. It's something she can do that she is good at. She is also very fidgety sometimes, and will jump at the slightest noise sometimes. Other times, she will not be scared of any scary story or any prank. Vanessa doesnt care about what others think about her. To Vanessa, their opinion about herself doesnt matter. The Charizard does care about peoples opinions on other topics, though.

    Shiny?- Yes (I'll try it. I already have the longest personality ever above. =P)

    History before becoming a Pokemon- Vanessa first caught the cold when she was nine and three quarters, and at that time she was a great Pokemon trainer with three Gym Badges and a full team of Pokemon. The Pokemon that was her favorite was a shiny Charizard. Her temperture creeped upwards, starting at 97 and inching torwards one hundred withing two days. For others, they would have a temperture of about 105 right now, but something was slowing the temperture down. Vanesssa began to vommit often after 101, and her shiny Charizard was always there to comfort her, and stop her flowing tears. Her rich parents battled with the fever, bathing Vanessa in ice to stop the fever.

    Nothing made it go down, but the ice bath kept it at 101. Then, the ice bath stopped keeping it at bay completely on her tenth birthday. It shot up to 106, horribly enough. She was always breaking out in a cold sweat, and only got about three hours of sleep a day. She wouldnt eat on her own, so her parents hired a doctor to come three times a day just to force feed her ground food through a tube. Then, the doctors job just got harder. Vanessa's parents came down with the illness, doing the same thing she did; except no one was there to give them an ice bath, not even the doctor, who was too busy with everyone being sick. Her parents died, and the doctor caught the illness too, and suffered the same fate. The poor ten year old girl died of immense high tempertures, starvation, and dehydration before the doctor had taken his last breath.

    Island- Flame Island

    RP Sample- (from The Final Level)

    A feminine voice resounded in my dreams.

    "Welcome to the games."

    It seemed like a menacing whisper to me, and so it woke me up with a sudden start. I was in a hall, on a metal bed, with gun turrets pointing at me. I glanced down the hall to see a forest in the very far distance. All was fine.. All was fine.. Then, the words 'gun turrets' sunk in.

    Wait! Gun turrets?!

    There was a strange beeping noise behind me. I quickly looked behind me to see a digital clock.

    15...14...13...12...

    The first word that came to my mind: 'Bomb'. That alone was enough to get me outta here. But if I moved, I would get shot. But I had to take a chance, either way.

    Then I took flight.

    With somewhat of a leap, I lefted quickly into the air and started gliding quickly. And adding to that irritating beeping noise was a constant

    BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG


    that followed me. There it was. The forest. It was almost in my grasp.

    3...2...1...

    Then, I made one final flap with my wings in attempt to make it out. I never felt the ground.

    My eyes were closed, but it was still dark. I thought that if I would open my eyes, there would be a white nothingness, so I was scared to. That voice. It came.

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

    A game?!


    My eyes flickered open. I was on the ground, my wings wrapped around me.

    The voice came from above. This was all a game for some sick minded people who wanted to watch us suffer?! I wasnt too tired though, thankfully.

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

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

    Fire? Dont touch it? I roll in fire. I sleep in fire. Why wouldnt I you idiots?

    "On other occasions, a helpful pixie may appear to point you in the right direction. That is all for the moment."

    "Now, are you ready for Level 2?"

    Level two?! How many levels were there? Will we ever make it out alive?

    Then, there was only the silence of the forest. It was too quiet. Too quiet for sure. Tremors shook the ground, and lots of them. It was an earthquake.

    I turned around to see what looked like a giant bug rolling down the hill. I lifted into the air just in time to dodge the massive thing. It unravelled and to my great surprise, it was a centipede. It rose up to it's full height, which was the height I was in the air, and seemed to stare me down. It wriggled violently, and swungs around, trying to hit me.

    That's when I realized that on the ground, there were human body parts, flesh, and every disgusting thing you could imagine. There were flesh, blood, and guts everywhere, pretty much. I wouldnt be able to dodge around much longer. I rose higher.

    The centipede saw that I was too high to reach, and went along eating the decapitated body parts that littered the forest.

    I flew down to the depths of the forest, and trudged along, hoping to find some company.
     
    Typical. I'm ready to post last night, when there was only one person, but I get booted off the computer because my parnts are too lasy to start the other computer, then the site goes down... And now look at all these people, and the things started. Just my luck. Anyway, here we are:

    Species- Gallade

    Name as a human- John

    Name as a Pokemon- Thaetus

    Personality- John is a calm, quiet and serious individual. He is very withdrawn, generally preferring to be on his own, doing his own thing, or just with his close friends. He prefers to hang back and watch others at first than diving straight in, working out how the place works and how each person might react. He tends not to get caught up in rowdy and boisterous behaviour that some people get into, though this does not prevent him sitting on the sidelines with a slight smile, watching the action. He finds it hard to make and keep friends, but is extremely close to the ones he makes. He has learnt to take offence on the chin, and has a clever remark for every occasion. Though he has learnt not to use them constantly (after a lot of trouble), his arsenal is extensive and ever expanding. After a lot of effort, he has learnt how to hide his emotions fairly well.

    Thought most people were born knowing how to be social, John had none of this and had to work it out from scratch. Every bit of body language, every look, even things like fashion and trends, he had absolutely no perception of and had a lot of trouble with certain things for his life, seeing most of the fashions and trends as stupid. He often fails to pick up on those tiny little details that have big repercussions. One of the worst things was how people say one thing while meaning something different. Not sarcasm, but the things like "Does that hurt?" or "I have to go now."

    Shiny?- No

    History before becoming a Pokemon- John was born in Ecruteak City, Johto, elder child of two. As a kid, he often withdrew, hiding from the large crowds. One of his only true friends was his Houndour, with which he formed a great bond. As he grew older, his lack of social skills came about having come about not only because of a disinclination to socialise, but a physical condition. Physically, he was a young boy; mentally, he was years older. After this, he suffered minor hell from his parents. Consciously or not, they treated him as a boy years older, and he hated it. On the other hand, his younger sister treated him like she was years older than him, and he left with his Pokemon as soon as he was 10.

    In later years, he became a powerful trainer, predominantly using Dark, Psychic and Ghost Pokemon, fighting using strategy and cunning and winning many a battle for it. For his entire life, he remained a loner, his only friends his Pokemon and one person. He didn't hate being around people in itself, but how he was use to people treating him. Then, at 16, he died. At a competition, he fought a old, psychic lady, and won both the battle and the competition. He shook hands with the lady, and her eyes widened. After the competition, she took him to the side. She spoke but a few words.

    "I am sorry for you. This is the end of a beginning, and the beginning of the end. I am sorry for you, and for everyone. I am sorry that…" But, suddenly, she began to seize with a dreadful, heaving cough. She sunk to her knees, clutching her head, and before he knew a thing she was dead. He ran, and as he ran he saw people falling, displaying the same and similar symptoms. Then, after having run for what seemed for ever, she began to slow down in the centre of the woods, away from all the dying. He stopped a second to breathe. Suddenly, he sunk to his knees, his head roaring with pain, fire searing him on the inside. The fire swept through his body until he knew nothing but terrible, agonising pain. Then, he just knew nothing.

    Island- Magic Island

    RP Sample- John groaned as his vision came into focus. He was lying in a field of grass, he was vaguely numb all over, he hurt like hell and he was stuck. Groaning some more, he shook his head. Slowly, he floated skywards until his nose was no longer embedded in the dirt. Suddenly realising what he was doing, he came crashing down, yet again flat on the ground with his nose buried in the dirt. He stared at his hands. Or where his hands should be. Instead, there was a long green blade. He reached up and felt his head, and traced the edge of the ridge, like a helmet fused to his head. A Gallade. I'm a Gallade. He lay there for several minutes, groaning. Then, he slowly, agonisingly, pulled himself to his feet. He looked at the landscape more closely this time. He was in the centre of a vast plain, with light purple flowers dappled across the area. Not too far away there was a lake (at the thought, his throat crackled with thirst) and, in the distance was a forest and a hill.

    He listened for a second, but he could hear nothing. He took the opportunity to examine himself more closely. He started to feel less numb now, and he began to notice the subtleties of his body. At the end of what appeared to be a solid blade, he could feel two subtle digits, which could… lock?... lock into position when he tried. He could feel the places where his body bended and stretched, and could feel taught power in every muscle, like a stretched rubber band. He released it in one arm, and it snapped out almost too fast to see, with great force. He closed his eyes to contemplate this but, unexpectedly, he felt a great void, a current gently flowing in and out of his head. He was about to speculate on what it was, but he was suddenly was overwhelmed by a rushing of images. He saw, as from a stranger's eyes, a small boy, a growing teenager, a trainer (he somehow knew what each image was), an old lady, dying people, so many dead bodies…

    He sunk to his knees. He felt that the images were of him, but he couldn't remember anything, only feel. I was a human… John. I trained Pokemon. I was… good. I… remember them. There was an old lady… something about ends and beginnings, and people were dying. He was a psychic Pokemon, or something. Whatever the hell this was all about, he wasn't just imagining it. What the hell happened, and why the hell am I here? He thought for a second. He was called John. Somehow that didn't feel right now. Well, new body and all that, a few things are bound to change. Despite himself, he almost snorted. He thought for a second for a name, and one sort of floated up from, goodness-knows-where. Thaetus. That'll do. Thaetus. Shaking off the tendrils of thought, he lifted himself up. He looked around, and suddenly there was a small technicolor flash. A cloud of lights appeared in front of him and quickly formed itself into a Pokemon, floating in the air.
     
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    Species- piloswine froslass

    Name as a human- jay

    Name as a Pokemon- icey

    Personality- jay is a hard work he was broght up in the snowy moutain top of mt eckiz so he had to work hard to get any were in life. his first pokemon was a swinub from that day one he dedicated his like to ice pokemon.

    History before becoming a Pokemon- he dedicated his life yo pokemon

    Island- johto

    RP Sample- 'piloswine take down' jay shouted from the icey ledge, bam!
    Take down hit froslass. pokeball go!!! jay said as he through the pokeball. ding ding ding the pokeball as jay waited nevisly. sudenly bing jay had court froslass. yes jay shouted.
     
    Species- Fearow

    Name as a human- Valerie

    Name as a Pokemon- None, at least, not for now.

    Personality- Valerie is, put simply, a stuck-up brat, in every aspect of the word. She expects everything she wants or needs to be given to her without any question, and only will accept the highest quality of anything. The mere idea of working for her needs is something she despises furiously.

    When it comes to other people, she isn't necissarily all that bad... That is, as long as you don't provoke her (which is pretty easy to do). Any sort of insult, be it right in her face or vaguely implied, will not be tolerated under any circumstances. Generally, though, she can be sociable and capable of working with others. She will not be "friendly" to others, but she will be "courteous". Or at least, she'll give it her best shot.

    Being stubborn and headstrong doesn't exactly help Valerie out much either. The opinions and ideas of other people always come second to her own, in her views. If someone disagrees with her, she becomes irritable. And she's also quick to form grudges. All in all, a complete b... well, you know just what I'm trying to say.

    Shiny?- No.

    History before becoming a Pokemon-

    Born into a highly-wealthy family, Valerie was brought up with pretty much anything she could ever want. She lived in a mansion. She had parents who hardly needed to work. She herself never was required to learn the merits and trials of effort. In fact, "spoiled" and "brat" were two words that could accurately describe Valerie. Her parents, believing she deserved anything and everything she desired, saw no reason for this to be a concern, however. As such, Valerie developed a nasty attitude (as well as a bit of a weight problem, by the way...).

    There was one specific thing about Valerie's family, however, that would effect her dramatically. While many wealthy and practically "royal" people tended to keep Pokemon such as pure-bred Persians of excellent bloodlines, and loyal Arcanines who would obey any command, Valerie's parents had a strict policy against Pokemon. To these people, they were filthy and vile creatures, and the last thing they wanted was a ferocious beast running about in the house shedding and relieving itself as it pleased. Valerie, of course, was brought up to believe all Pokemon were disgusting, and their only purpose was to make living standards lower for humans. The sport of battling repulsed her and her parents and her family. They all wanted nothing to do with such creatures.

    When Valerie was about fourteen, the disease had become a common threat in Kanto. Her parents believed tehy had nothing to worry about. After all, they were at the top of society, and above such silly things as illness. Even if she did catch the disease, surely they would be able to afford a simple cure... right? Wrong.

    Valerie, the spoiled little girl who had lived a life of no real value, died in her bed at the hands of an uncurable disease that was slowly consuming the whole region of Kanto. She happened to be one of the earlier victims as well. Her parents grieved and sobbed and cried, but she would never know this. All she would discover was that she was, indeed, alive. Only, not at all the same as before. Valerie, the Pokemon-loathing brat, was now a Pokemon. And a vile, ugly Fearow at that...

    Island- Feather Island

    RP Sample- From A Journey:

    In a flash of light, the Pokeball split open. A bright white burst of energy emerged and travelled down to the floor, seeming to explode with a miraculous sensation of excitement for Amelia. Ever so slowly, it cleared away, and the first Pokemon Amelia would befriend appeared.

    The little thing was curled up tightly, and at first she thought it was not a Pokemon, but a peculiar yellow ball. Then she noticed its breathing, and saw tufts of white fur sticking out on its sides. Its whole back was a curled, round orb of bricklike golden-brown patterns in this position, and she could barely see a pair of triangular ears poking out from under what she guessed was its head.

    "Oh, Sandshrew!" Elm said to the Pokemon in an encouraging tone, "It's okay. This is Amelia, your new trainer!"

    "A... Sandshrew?" Amelia asked quizically. This wasn't exactly what she'd expected. She had been hoping for something neat and noticable, like a sparky little Shinx or a flaming Ponyta. But Sandshrew was just... well, plain. Ordinary. Nothing special. The look of disdain on her face was quite obvious for a few seconds. Then, the tiny creature nervously uncoiled itself.

    Amelia turned her head down to her new Pokemon, and the first look it gave her melted her heart. Those eyes, big and black, stared up at her with hope and worry. Ears held slightly back, tail curled arounds its back paws... It almost looked scared of her. Please accept me, its eyes begged helplessly. Please. All I want is a loving trainer...

    That was all it took. She scooped up the Sandshrew in her arms and gave it a tight hug. As if acknowledging her acceptance, it let her do this and made a small sound that was remotely similar to a purr. The white fur on its underbelly was so soft... as it it had never before been touched by anything...

    "Haha," Oak laughed, "It looks like you two are already friends. That's good. We could tell based on what we'd heard about you that Sandshrew would be your perfect starter out of the bunch! You'll see that he's really quite friendly, and he's also quite a good battler as well. Just a bit shy at first; that's all."

    So it's a he, eh? Amelia thought to herself, looking at the Sandshrew again, who was contently resting in her arms with a sleepy look.

    "I suppose we'll have to give you these, now, Amelia," Professor Elm said, handing her five shrunken Pokeballs and a handheld device. Amelia set down Sandshrew and accepted the items, clipping the Pokeballs to her special belt (her mom got it for her saying it was specifically for this purpose). Upon seeing her confused expression while looking at the device, Elm's eyes widened. "So I see you're not familiar with the Pokedex! It's something most trainers use. Whenever you meet a Pokemon, it automatically records data on it to let you keep track of how many you've seen. It also comes with plenty of extra features, but you can figure them out for yourself later."

    "Well, I'm assuming you know the basics of what to do, right?" Oak asked. "After all, you know about raising Pokemon if I'm correct, with your grandparants running the Day Care and Breeding Center back in Solaceon?" Amelia nodded, shoving the Pokedex into her right pocket. Besides, even if she did have trouble, she'd manage to find out what to do on her own with experience.

    "Alright, then," Elm said conclusively, "Take care on your journey. And good luck with Sandshrew, too!"

    "Should I put him back in his Pokeball now?" Amelia asked.

    Elm shrugged. "You can if you want to. You don't have to, though."

    Amelia picked her Pokemon up again, and with that, she stepped out of he room, Sandshrew in one arm and his Pokeball in the opposite hand.
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