[PKMN FULL] The Shattered Era: OOC

[Greiger]

Well... you are a taco, and tacos are compliment bearers.

@ Here Of course that's fine! Just add your sample and let us know when you're done.

 

[SV]

Name: Seven Hill (Formerly Marco Dace )

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Pokemon Species: Sneasel

Newborn or Entrenched Mechanists: Newborn

Job Title: Declarum Forces soldier

Appearance: Seven appears as a regular Sneasel would, though his assimilation into Mechanist culture has made him fashion certain clothing pieces. He has clasped on a brown baldric along his body to carry his different pellets. He has never fully gotten used to using and of the guns, so he instead elects to use the throwing pellets. He carries them in three separate large pouches along his baldric. Seven also usually has with him a large, brownish-green cloak which he throws over his body to try and blend in and act as camouflage.

Personality: Seven has wholeheartedly embraced the Mechanist's culture of freedom, perhaps to an even greater extent than ought to be allowed. He wishes to spend most of his days doing whatever he wishes, which most of the time turns out to be sleeping the day away.In fact, sleeping would probably be what he would declare to be his favorite passtime nowadays. He is often lazy and indifferent in many aspects of his job, often taking prolonged breaks and sleeping constantly. If ever approached to do something, which would include certain assignments and jobs, he would only tend to do them in certain instances. If possible, he would try to pass them off to someone else who he feels would be more qualified to perform the task. If he can't pass the assignment off, he would often only do just enough work on it to get by without getting into any trouble or get noticed. He would only get serious if the situation demanded it, such as if he was offered a more important job, or if it directly involved something with the Knights. However, Seven has a knack for being pretty resourceful and creative, something he has picked up from his previous life. Because of this, he is sometimes employed as a scout with the Mechanists, something he is willing to do more often, and is actually quite fond of doing in terms of work. Because of his knowledge of various things with the Knights, he is pretty good at it too.

He has a practical and sensible outlook on life, and how things ought to be done. When speaking with others, he tends to be direct and to the point, and expects them to be the same with him. He hates small talk, thinking its a way of his time and theirs, and often will push the conversation to its point. If it doesn't have one, he will likely abandoned the conversation and move on to what he considers to be "more important things", which most likely was sleeping.

Seven also has a desire not to be noticed. This stems partially from his past, as much responsibility was once on his shoulders. Yet the adjustment from a life of too many rules to one without them caused him to realize just how much he hated having that responsibility and recognition. He typically now stays away from the light, preferring it to shine on others with little or no mind paid to him. He also has no need for special honors or responsibilities. In a large crowd or a team of people, Seven would make limited interactions with others. He would speak usually only when spoken to, when he thinks it's needed. He would also make a concentrated effort not to make himself outstanding from the rest of the group, whether that be to perform too high or too low. Seven also rarely likes talking about himself. In regards to his past, especially his life before the Mechanists, he is cautious and guarded. He typically won't budge at all about how he knows some things, or what information he does know from his previous life. He will often avoid the topic entirely, or request that it be immediately dropped.

Yet Seven wasn't always like this. In another life, when he was known as Marco Dace, a Knight of the Oran, his companions knew him as a respectable, honorable, albeit reserved and secretive.

History: Seven was born as Marco Dace, to Elizabeth and Cid Dace. His father, who was a Weavile, had honorably served his time as a Knight and wished for his son to follow in his footsteps. Marco accepted at an early age that this was the path he was chosen, and his father vehemently reminded him of it every day with excruciating lessons. The punishments for making mistakes were even worse. Marco didn't know another life. He never chose another, and so he never complained when his father began to instill the code of honor to him from as early as he could remember. He cried a few times as a child, yes, but he eventually accepted that this is how his life would be. Every day was a constant test, memorization of the code, history of the knights, any sort of questions his father could conjure up. Marco did his best to keep up, never wishing to disappoint his father. As a result, life growing up was difficult. He could never honestly say he had a normal childhood. But as he had always spent limited time with other children, he never really knew that there was anything else beyond what his father said to him. There was the Council. There were the Knights. There was the Code. That was it.

He rigorously trained, both in the mind and in the body, and at the age of 15, he was accepted as a Knight of the Oran. He was immediately determined to live up to his father's expectations and honor his family's name. Early on, Marco began to prove himself as a resourceful knight. He was adept in tracking Pokemon and acquiring object. He was both quick and light on his feet, and he effortlessly blended into most scenarios presented to him. As such, the Knights often employed him as a scout. He was gaining both recognition for his service, as well as friends among the Knights. He met and fought with some of the best, including Caedmon. It was intimidating to approach him as more than someone who was in charge of him in the beginning. Yet outside of battle, he found that he was just as approachable as he was in battle. He helped him with many of the tasks in the beginning of his career, and eventually Marco would look up to him as a role model. It was a great time for Marco. It went beyond understanding the repetition of codes and customs beat into him by his father. He didn't just know the book, he loved the book. As a young Knight, he truly believed in what the Knights stood for. Knights weren't just noble, they were honorable. They weren't just the judgment of the law, they were fair with it. His favorite of the code of honor to follow was the fourth code. A Knight must show compassion, bravery, honesty, empathy, chivalry, and mercy to all but their enemies. To him, this truly emphasized what the Knights stood for.

But the life of the Knights of the Oran was the only life that he knew. In the beginning of his times with the Knights, he had very little interaction with life beyond that. Then, as the years passed and his assignments grew bolder, he began to be assigned more job related to the Mechanists. He had always thought them to be funny Pokemon, but also to be blasphemers. Yet he never understood why they had chosen a life like that one. To him, it just didn't add up. But his was a sheltered existence that knew how much more to the world there could be. His first major interaction with the Mechanist business was an underground business of illicit merchants that were selling illegal technology in the backstreets. Marco had tracked some of the shipments heading into various homes, and identified most of the parties in charge. Naturally, he reported this to his superiors after uncovering the information. For uncovering the information. he was assigned onto a squad to take out the enemies who used technology. They were to raid the homes and neutralize all those responsible. Marco found it fair. They did the crime, now they had to pay the price.

That is, until he began his raids. The first ones proceeded normally. They went in, identified the responsible parties, and took them out. They didn't give much thought beyond that. Eventually, one home made him think of it a bit more. They proceeded inside the home of a family of Sandshrew. However, unlike most of the other homes which had them eliminate usually a single adult Pokemon, usually one which appeared more shady, their orders were to take out all of the Pokemon there, including the young Sandshrew. This puzzled Marco, who didn't understand why the children were also labeled as criminals. For the first time in his life, Marco questioned his orders. His squad leader quickly corrected Marco, pointing to the code of honor rule 3. A good knight never questions any order that the Council gives.

Marco could not go through with doing as he was ordered, and merely watched in horror as the others dispatched of the enemies instead. However, they weren't done for that day, and he proceeded to a dozen more areas in that month, half of them with similar positions which Marco was put in. On each one, Marco refused to go through with the act on multiple occasions, earning harsh words from his companions, and occasional reprimands from his superiors. But he just couldn't understand it. How could the Knight's code, how could the Council justify this? After each set of these assignments, Marco would go off and uncover as much as he could about the history of the Mechanists and the reasons for the splitting. Most of what he got was that which was written by the Council and the Knights. But he could feel deep inside of himself that there was more to this. For the first time, he was thinking about this as more than just a Knight of the Oran.

Then came one of the last day of the raids. He had quickly detested going to such raids, raids which ironically he himself had been responsible for with the information he uncovered. On one of the last raids of the day, he looked in horror upon the list of names as two that were marked down were Elizabeth and Cid Dace. Unknown to Marco, his mother had fallen ill to an unnamed disease, one which seemed incurable by any sort of healing that they possessed. His father loved his mother deeply, and wished to do anything to relieve her of her growing pain and affliction. He began to grow more bold and ambitious with searches, going eventually so far as to seek 'alternative' medicine to help her. This turned him to the black markets, which produced artificially constructed antidotes that could have saved his mother's life. Marco entered their home in horror along with another team of Knights. He had to hold back tears as he begged the others not to go through with it. They told him that they had no choice, and proceeded. His father understood the crimes he committed and accepted it. In his typical fashion at that moment, he stood in front of his mother and accepted his crime, only to ask that his wife be spared. The other Knights said that they would get no such luck.

At that moment, Marco decided to abandon his Knight training and step in the way of his fellow knights, and tried to fight them off, despite his father's wishes to not go through with it. He failed, having been outnumbered 5 to 1, and ultimately had to watch as both his mother and father perished before the very people he thought were as close to him as family.

And the worst of it was that before she died, his mother was recovering thanks to the illegal antidote.

Marco was to be taken to be delivered punishment for his betrayal. However, in a last minute effort to scramble free, he fought off his fellow Knights as they had their guard down and escaped. Marco abandoned everything, the Knights, the Council, all that he knew. He went to the only place he could think to go, the only place that he thought would accept him: The Mechanists. He was introduced to a world far more freer than he had ever thought possible. It was a shock to him, but over the three years since he had been there, he eventually assimilated (with a few occasional hiccups). Yet he was never the same as he was before. His entire persona was changed, partially to adapt to the new life had chosen to live, and partially to cope with the pain of his past. He became a soldier for the Declarum Forces, though he never reached the same passion for his work as he had previously held. Occasionally, he would scout and spy for the Mechanists, but didn't do much else beyond that.

And as much as he tried to push it out of his mind, sometimes the memories of his past would come back to haunt him. Indeed, the fourth code was always Marco's favorite. It was true, that a Knight must show compassion, bravery, honesty, empathy, chivalry, and mercy to all but their enemies. What he didn't know until very later, was how far the term 'enemies' could be applied.

Moveset: Toxic, Protect, Double Team, Shadow Claw

Roleplay Sample:

Spoiler:

"Freedom..." Darkrai inhaled sharply, his voice a deep, dark rumble. Though those present before him didn't know, in his prison fashioned by him by the old ones of Valkaria, there wasn't much in the form of normal air. The 'air', if you could call it that, in his realm in the Silver Crystal, was more along the lines of recycled waste that the normal realm no longer supported. It was extra refuse, something normal Pokemon couldn't tolerate breathing in for so long. Of course, Darkrai being the powerful and legendary Pokemon that he was, had long since abandoned the need to 'breathe' as normal Pokemon do. But the act of inhaling his lungs with something other than poisonous fumes was pleasant to him, even if he didn't need to do it. These Pokemon didn't know how lucky they had it.

Ah, but that took him to the presence of the gathered before him. Darkrai had lived for thousands of years. He had traveled across the lands to the distance corners of the world, and had seen a thousand ends and a thousand beginnings. He had, through all of this, never contemplated the significance of a single Pokemon race or country. All of them individually were mere fodder for him. For it is through them that he truly gains his power. Through their violence, their malice, their evil. Theirs wars, battles, struggles and pain.

So then, why was it that these Pokemon were any special? In normal circumstances, there would be no reason. With a wisp of his fingers at his full might, he could bring them all to annihilation. To Darkrai, they were merely the next stop. Thousands of years ago, the Pokemon residing in what would soon be known as Valkaria were in the midst of a bloody war. A war between seventeen individual tribes. Darkrai sought to cash in on the power which the war would bring, so he cleverly and secretly traveled through their land and began to escalate the conflict. It was only much later that he was discovered and the Pokemon banded together to stop him, and even then they were only successful because they had received help from an unexpected source, she whose power helped power the crystals. But he could not ignore their part in his capture either. Indeed, they were like any other minuscule Pokemon nation he had come across. The only difference was that they had managed to succeed where all the others had failed. They had captured him, an almighty god of a Pokemon, through the sheer dumb luck of being chosen. Of chance. They were insignificant, but this...this was personal.

At his fullest power, Darkrai could annihilate them with his ferocious power. But as he felt his body tense after he exhaled his breath, he could tell: He was severely damaged inside. His power was weak. All that energy he had gathered up over that millennia of capture...most of it was destroyed by the two who had entered his realm. He had spent a hundred lifetimes biding his time, and now had nothing to show for it. Yet he had other ways of destroying them. The Golduck tried his luck first...he had dealt with many of his kind in the past, but his was a different way of thinking. It was almost...interesting to the Dark One. Almost. He didn't have much a reaction from the screech reaching his body. It likely affected him, but he didn't choose to give him the flattery of showing a fault. He wanted to show how useless their attacks were before he broke them. The others followed suit, a Lucario, Infernape, Gardevoir, Gallade, Salamence, Mienshao, Zangoose and Zebstricka all launching their own attacks. He again didn't bother with defending himself. The attacks hit their mark, and damage across his shadowy figure was shown by each individual attack. He could feel the pain, but he had long ago forgotten to react to it. Once again, it would have probably done wonders to see their expressions as if he was invulnerable...but the pain was there. With his weakened form, though doubtless they knew just how weak he was...it was still there.

He recognized some of these species, some of them personally as his own servants. He peered inside each of them individually, and saw what they were made of. Many had interesting tales in their own right, but some of them he had already seen. The one, absolute fact in all of them, no matter how large or small it may have been, is that every single one of them had darkness in them, had chaos in them. He may have lost much of his power right now, but the one ability he didn't lose is how to bring it out.

He lifted up his monstrous, shadowy hands and pointed both of them toward the room with the gathered Pokemon. His body began to ooze part of the darkness around, and between his hands, a black, vortex-like energy began to form. He uttered the words that chilled Guardia's spine to the bone. "Dark Void."

The attack behind the entire madness, Dark Void is one of the premier sources of Darkrai's power. The feeling of stepping into a nightmare and coming to grips with darkness is bound with the power that emitted from the Silver Crystal. It is the source of his chaotic and dark powers, the way he turns others to do his bidding. Those who are drawn under the enchantment feel themselves going into a deep sleep, and it is only when they are 'awoken' that the void is broken. In the Dark Void, the Pokemon try to come to grips with the darkness inside of them, watching it grow in front of their very eyes within their minds. Those who cannot defend themselves from the darkness will eventually have their conscious fall into the sleep, causing their darkness to 'awaken'.

Pokemon who have delved into their own minds, or the minds of others, will likely have a much easier time resisting the Dark Void at first. This especially applies to psychic Pokemon, or Pokemon with some Psychic training. However, Pokemon with stronger darkness inside of them have a double-edged knife way of approaching the Void. On one hand, they would have dealt with darkness before, so they have more resistance to it the next time (This especially applies to Sentinels and those who had Chaos inside of them, because they've dealt with this specifically). However, this also depends on the extent of that Pokemon's control and acceptance of the darkness inside of them. If the have no control or command or defense of it, if they shy away from the darkness or cannot understand it, they will fall quicker. With Pokemon with stronger darkness inside of them, however, if they do fall, they will fall twice as hard. They will lose themselves twice as much, and coming back from the darkness would be unlikely to ever happen again. For everyone else, approaching the darkness is a new experience like nothing they've ever seen before. It will be an infiltration of the mind that seeks to break their spirit entirely, until they are no longer the Pokemon they were before. For all the Pokemon here, it is about the will to survive, and the strength to do so.

Yet the problem with surviving such a powerful, unique attack, is that it's not often the case of whether you will or will not survive the Dark Void. Instead, it's simply how long it'll take before you succumb to it.

 

[Greiger]

SV you are accepted! Welcome aboard and glad to have ya!

 

[<Challenger>]

I'll be out of town for the next couple days. I'll be returning on Sunday. Could you hold my reservation if the time ends?

 

[Sir Bastian]

Consider it held! But please do finish it up quickly :3 No rush or anything, but I'm super excited to read more SUs.

 

[<Challenger>]

I believe I've finished my sample...Not necessarily what was asked for, but it's what I felt compelled to write. Would that be okay, or should I write up a new one?

 

[Greiger]

An rp sample can be of anything Heretostay. We just gave that suggestion in the SU format itself to help out rpers who wouldn't know what to write. If you write up something different that shows your roleplaying skill then that's all okay. It's still showing the same thing in the end, namely how well you can rp.

 

[moon]

Finished my Ledian SU! Hope it is to your liking.

 

[Sir Bastian]

Looks great, Red! Arbo Vimmelwing is hereby accepted! Welcome aboard :3

 

[Xilfer]

Hey, just a quick question: I was wondering what kinds of instruments exist within Knight society? Abdul told me it was mostly stringed instruments or such, but some specifics could be nice, if any.

 

[Greiger]

Well, the stringed instruments would include things like lutes, violins, and ukeleles. There are also instruments that require a mouth to use, so items such as pipes, flutes, and clarinets also exist. The strings instruments mostly use string from String Shot to be made, so they are mostly manufactured from Caterpie or other insects that give up string. However that also means that after a while the string eventually breaks and one must go out to buy more string.

If you were to find a stringed instrument with the Mechanists however the string is far more sturdy due to the machines that twine silk to make the strings to they last far longer and can produce more range in sound. With the stringed instruments that would be available to the Council's cities there would be a noticeable smaller range in sound one can make with them due to the fact that if you happen to hit a part of the string a certain way, that string will collapse.

Likewise with flutes and such, the ones constructed by the Mechanists are more identical to each other and have a wider range of pitch than those in the cities, mainly because those in the cities are prone to pokemon error and some will be better crafted than others.

 

[Stinging Bea]

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Fina Asgard​

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Pokemon Species: Infernape

Job Title: Knight of Oran

Appearance: Fina appears as most think an Infernape would. Although she is a little bit more on the slender side, being a female. She has emerald green eyes and despite being a Knight of Oran she always takes care to make sure her fur is well maintained and kept that healthy sheen of white. Fina has a small scar going down her left leg as a result of a battle wound. Fina also wears a golden bangle on both of her upper forearms and a gold choker around her neck. The Infernape opts to keep her Gem of Knighthood in the bangle around her right forearm.

Fina is aware that armor plays an imporant part of combat as a Knight of Oran. However, she still takes a somewhat light approach to wearing the protective gear. She opts to wear a light-weight, golden-colored breastplate which is sleeveless and stops just short of her stomach area. The breastplate has the Oran Berry, the symbol of the Oran Knights, on the left, upper corner of the armor. Fina also wears a pair of armored knee pads and elbow pads, both of which are the same color as her breastplate. The reason she keeps herself so lightly armored is to be able to keep agile when on the battlefied, as her style of fighting relies upon her being quick and nimble.

Personality: Fina is hot-headed and strong-willed. She faces every challenge with determination, refusing to give up no matter how difficult it may prove to be. Unfortunately, Fina does not always think everything through, being one to generally act first and think later. This has led her to get into trouble on more than one occasion in her life. Being a knight and a female, Fina is one who is out with something to prove. She refuses to allow herself get to comfortable around others. Rather, she tends to keep to herself on a regular basis, keeping her softer side locked away as she feels that it would only bring her ridicule. On the battlefield, Fina strikes down her foes without mercy. She prefers to fight on her, as the Infernape feels that relying on others would add more fuel to the fire of coming off as weak and inferior. When not in combat, Fina can often be found training her body to become stronger. She absolutely cannot stand to be looked down upon because of her gender.

Fina views the mechanists as a weak and pathetic group. She finds the thought of any creature having to rely on silly relics of old to be disgusting and sign of true weakness, as well as the abandonment of the way of life for a Pokemon in general. Fina has made it her sworn duty to Arceus and Moltres to bring these sinners crumbling to their knees in either forgiveness or death, which ever occurs first.

History: Fina was born into a commoner family. On top of that, her father was an Infernape while her mother was an Ampharos, meaning that she was also not of pure-blooded decent. Money was never in great abundance for the family and despite that fact they were happy. Still, Fina's parents wanted something more for their daughter than to live a life in want and poverty. So, the two saved up whatever money they could in order to send her to the knights for a chance at a better life. While Fina had never particular had any interest in the knights, she still did not want to let her parents down with their wishes of wanting a better life for her. She spent a few years outside of the organization doing some training of her own, and then when the pokemon turned ten years old, she entered into training for the Knights of Oran just as her parents had wanted.

Unfortunately, the going was not easy. Fina had known that as a female growing up in a male dominated world, she was bound to have a lot of mountains to climb in order to find her place in the world. However, Fina was not prepared to face the challenges and hardships that awaited her during her training as a knight. Not only was she looked down upon because of her gender, but she was also harrassed, teased, and challenged moreso because of her status as a Commoner. Those she trained with often gave her snide comments, letting her know that she was worthless compared to them. Some of the instructors even tried to hold her back, giving her twice the work as others to complete. There were many times that Fina felt like giving up and just running away from it all.

Still, Fina knew that she could not let her parents down. On top of that, she did not think she should be discriminated against and hated simply because of her social status or gender. So, she strengthened her resolve, vowing to prove all who opposed her wrong. She began to work twice as hard during her training, letting every remark, handicap, and obstacle just add fuel to her fire which she used to prove everyone of them wrong. She began to spend every waking moment she had, training her mind and body to become the perfect weapon for the Knights of Oran. While to this day she still has to deal with the fact that some of her fellow knights will refuse to accept her because of gender or upbringing, Fina vows to never let it stop her from becoming the best she can possibly be.

Moveset: Acrobatics, Mach Punch, Thunder Punch, Flare Blitz

Writing Sample: (Taken From One Piece: The Golden Age)

Spoiler:

Avril Meads - Barreling Towards Adventure!​

Darkness... All she saw around her was darkness as she waited inside her hiding spot. It was an idea of pure genius, one that she'd have to pat herself on the back for... once she had fully regained the ability to move her arm that far, anyways. Avril Meads had to admit though, she was pretty damn clever for coming up with that idea to hide inside a barrel on a ship that was bound for Duke Island... Even better was the fact that she had managed to hide inside of one that had plently of bananas for her to snack on for the ride. Yes, all in all it was a very well thought out plan. There was only two small problems at this point.

First, Avril had no idea where the ship she had actually managed to stowaway on was.... And most importantly, she really needed to visit a restroom.

"Well... It was a good ride, but I guess it's time to see just where I'm at..." the girl mused quietly.

Lifting the lid of the barrel just enough to get a better view of ship's galley, Avril took quick look around. It was quiet. Not so much as a single peep could be heard within the room. Carefully, the girl climbed out from the barrel and stretched. It felt good to finally be able to really move around a bit. She had been stuck in that barrel for some time, only really being able to come out at night to move around some... and only then for a bit, as there was always at least one or two watchmen on the ship. Even then, it was not has quiet has it was now... something that Avril found to be quite odd indeed.

Reaching into the barrel next to her, Avril smiled as she pulled out her trusty sledgehammer, strapping it across her back as she usually carried it. She then reached back into the barrel that she herself had been hiding in and grabbed another banana from it. The girl peeled it as she made her way to the galley door and peered out the porthole that served as its window. A wide smile graced her lips as she noticed that the ship was not out at sea anylonger. Rather, it was docked at a harbor instead. In an excited hurry, the girl dropped the banana she was munching on, choosing instead to rummage about in her pockets for a small scrap of paper. Her eyes beamed as she looked at the paper and then back out the porthole.

"This is it! This is totally it!" the girl exclaimed excitedly."I finally made it to Duke Island after being all crammified inside that barrel for weeks! But I'm finally here! And soon the treasure is gonna totally be mine!"

Unfortunately, Avril's celebration did not get to last long. No sooner had she began shout did the door to the galley swing open to reveal a rather intimdating pirate man standing in the door way. He was large and well muscled. He was clad in a pair of white pants, black boots and a black vest that revealed his rather sculpted body. He had a red sash tied around his waist, which held a somewhat deadly sword by his side. The man was bald, but a rather scraggly beard which made him look as if he had not shaved for years. A surprised look was on his face as he looked down upon Avril, who had an equally surprised look on her face, stared into the man's eyes. The two stood there in silence for what felt like hours before the man finally broke the silence.

"Just who the hell are you...?!" the man growled, taking hold of the handle of his sword and drawing it slowly.

A nervous giggle escaped Avril's lips as she took a step back. "I'm the um... You know, the kitchen inspector! Your captain, he hired me to take a look at it. And boy was it a good idea! It's totally all confungled up, you know!"

Another moment of silence entered the galley. The man clearly did not believe the girl, nor was he amused as he swung his sword down in the direction of Avril. She barely had a moment to react as she rolled out of the way. She quickly rose to her feet to see the man walking towards her. A smirk on his lips as he held the sword up into the light for Avril to see.

"We don't take too kindly to stowaways on this ship, lady..." the man cackled. "By the time I'm through with you, you're gonna be wishing you stayed in whatever rat nest you crawled out of!"

He continued to back Avril into a corner. The girl looked around, her eyes searching for something, anything she could use to get herself out of this mess. Her eyes widened as she looked over to her side, finding the barrel that she had hidden in on the way to Duke Island within an arm's reach. A mischevious grin suddenly stretched across her lips as she reached into the barrel and grabbed two bananas.

"Eat fruit, buddy!" Avril shouted, squeezing down on the fruits and sending the bananas within the peels shooting out and right into the man's eyes.

A surprised grunt escaped the man's mouth as he put his hands over his eyes, trying to wipe the smashed bananas out of them. Avril seized this moment to her advantage. She took hold of her sledgehammer and slammed it forward, having the tool slam right into the man's stomach. A loud, painful groan echoed into the room as he fell back onto the floor, holding in his stomach in pain.

"D-Damn it... You..." he managed to wheeze out.

Needless to say, Avril did not waste a single moment from there. The girl quickly took off running, leaping over the downed man with haste and running outside of the galley and onto the deck of the ship. She looked around, smiling as she spotted the dock and quickly made to escape the ship. Right as she debarked from the ship, the door to the galley swung open and the man stormed out onto the deck. If he looked mad before, than he was positively fuming at this point. Avril could see the veins in his forehead throbbing as he spotted her on the docks.

"You are so dead, woman!" the man shouted, as he ran to disembark from the ship.

"Aw, crap!" Avril cursed in dismay. She turned on heel and began to run as fast as her legs would carry her. "This is totally bummerific!"

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[Sir Bastian]

Very nice SU! Fina Asgard is hereby accepted! :3 Welcome to the RP!

 

[ANARCHit3cht]

Name
Dexter "Dex" Fitzroy
Age
46
Gender
Male
Pokemon Species
Electivire

Newborn Mechanist

Job Title
Field Techniian

Appearance
For the most part, Dex looks essentially like any other Electivire. He is bigger, in bother height and weight, but not by a spectacular amount. Spending many years as a vagabond has taken its toll on Dex, and it is evident in the way he maintains his apperance. Unaccustomed to having running water or other necessities, his fur is typically dirty and mangy--even now that he has proper facilities, he will still go for days at a time without giving his coat a deep cleaning. But the great stress he faced in life is evident in more ways than just that. The wrinkles around his one good eye, the noted-lack of Pokemanity in his dim red pupils... the list goes on and on. But none is perhaps more jarring the bulging robotic eye implanted in his left socket. Across this, and the reason for it, is a huge scar where the skin is damaged so badly it prevents the fur from growing back. This robotic enhancement, was something that he enjoyed and he saw to it that it wasn't his only one.

Fearing the enemy who took his eye, and believing it a result of his own fleshy shell being too weak, he adapted a few shock guns into additional tails for himself. Although the pain was agnoziing, he withstood the surgery without any sedatives--his face permanently twisting in a fiendish scowl as his back scarred over. Obviously enough, such an entity would cause quite a stir, what with Dexter being part machine and all. To counter this, when he must travel in public, he wears an eye-patch which bears the Declarum Forces Isignia and an oversized white lab coat that barely manages to conceal the extra appendages on his back. Apart from this, Dex wears nothing special.

Personality
Dex is a frenetic fanatic. Despite the stereotype that the big guys are stupid, he often boasts that he has a higher IQ than an Alakazam. Whether this is true or not is irrelevant, he is too stubborn to let you tell him otherwise. Self-absorbed and rather materialistic, he is in it for himself and no one but himself. He wholly and impudently believes that the ends justify the means, and he doesn't care what gets in his way--if they don't stand down willingly, a good thirty thousand volts or so might just do the trick. Headstrong and reckless, he is rather impatient and melodrama will get you nowhere with him.

That isn't to say that Dex is entirely against socializing, but it is something that he has always struggled with. Soon beginning to enjoy his solitude, he sank into a delusion that drove him mad with eccentricity and rage. Unable to control this flood of emotion, he succumbed to his demons, unable to drown that which can swim. And in that way, you almost feel sorry for him, if he didn't commit such atrocities, that is. Dex was not always so crazed, he actually once had noble ideas about bettering life around the world. The only drawback was that it involved tehchnology that most of the world seemed to frown upon, thus the reason for his alienation. Abandoned by his own family even, he has grown weary of forming any close bonds, and situations where they might form send his brain haywire. Had he not expected so much out of such a dark world, had he not faced so much strife, he might still be stable enough to pursue the ideas that still remain deep in his heart, albeit manifested in a far twisted form.

While he once believed that Pokemon can work alongside machine to accomplish great things, he now believes that the necesarry course of action is for them all to become one. After all, Pokemon are ineffecient because they do not poesses the ability to do what machines do, but machines are ineffiecient because they can only do what they are told. Transmiting a signal through a soldier to control a weapon takes time--all Dex did was cut out the middleman, the impulses go directly to activating the machines. Wholly believing this to be the future of all Pokemon kind, he is in search of others who can ascend, willingly or not... It is a difficult thing though, for two main reasons. The process to attach the machinery is difficult and carries a high rejection rate, but even more than that, acquiring the necesarry parts is neigh on impossible without some sort of money.

And so, Dex turned to the Declarum Forces. While he could care less about the politics between them and the Knighs, one thing remains certain: the former supports a machine future(altough not as radical), while the latter opposes such. If he is to EVER accomplish his goals, then he must exterminate--or perhaps assimilate--those who oppose him. While he works as a field technician, he is still as stiff and implacable on the job as ever, preffering to work alone when he can, or being down right inhospitable when he can't.

History
Born to purebred Electivire family, the Fitzroys, Dex carries some of the noblest genes for any Electivire. And that is something that his parents would never let him forget. From the day he was born, his parents had his entire life planned out--his career, his wife, where he lives... everything. Even the fact that he was to become an Electivire as opposed to remaining an Electebuzz. And maybe, given the fact that the immense wealth his family carried allowed them to procure whatever he could possibly want, it was a good trade. But Dex wouldn't have it. He yearned for freedom, adopting different ideals than his peers. While they focused on being knights-in-training, Dex looked at machines. When they turned to battling, he turned to tinkering. With the technology being supbar, he began to sink into the underground enclaves to further his knowledge unknown.

So obsessed did he become, that Dex even dared skip his knighthood training to rush to his mentor and learn the ways. As the situation between the knights and the mechanists grew more and more tense, he gained less and less freedom. One day, his parents had noticed that he had not been attending his knight training. So they sent someone to follow him, and when he met up with his mentor that day, he quickly lost the only person that he could ever say he truly cared about. A trained hitman hired by his family, the man who tailed Dex made quick work of the make-shift mechanic, but not before he imparted most of his wisdowm upon Dex. In an unseen rage, he charged the attacker manging to knock over the much stronger man, mostly from surprise. As he laid his tails upon the man and began to release his electicity, the man only laughed, manging to carve out one of Dex's eyes in a frantic lunge before he collapsed in a heap. With blood on his hands(and not of the Mechanist sort) he certainly could not return home, so he set out to move deeper into the hidden enclaves where he only mastered his control over machines.

Mentally emaciated after that last skirmish, Dex set about to restore his dignity in the only way he could see fit: building himself a better body--after all, it was his current one and its physical restraints that even allowed such to happen in the first place. If he were only able to move past these constraints, then he would not have been harmed as such, at least that is what he likes to believe. Spending a great deal of time scagenging, he finally managed to acquire all the pieces he needed to build himself a suitable replacement. One completed, he endured agonizing pain as he surgically attached it to himself. While this fixed his lack of an eye, it did nothing to remove the physical restraints on his power, and so he turned to the Declarum Forces, hoping to acquire some of their resources.

After building a workable proto-type of a mechanical tail, he quickly found an assitant to help him with this surgery as the magnitude of it prevents it from being self-done. The pain, so strong and unberable, caused Dex to black out. When he came to, there was nothing but the slumped over body of the man who had carried out his abominable surgery. Stronger than ever, he quickly rose in the ranks of the Declarum Forces to get to where he is today.

Moveset

Wild Charge- Dex physically charges the enemy and clenches them, planting all of his tails along vital organs before sending out a deadly supply of volts. Seeing as how he must be able to assert physical dominance over his opponent, this a difficult move for him to use when he is at the disadvantage..

Charge Beam- Charging the electricity through his tails, Dex condenses it into a beam that can be fired off at range. While the beams take a short while to charge, he has enough tails to keep up a relatively steady rate of fire.

Protect- Redirecting his electricity around him, Dex creates an impassable barrier that prevents most things from reaching him. The drawback, of course, is that such a technique requires an immense amount focus that prevents him from doing much anything else while sustaining the barrier.

Giga Impact- Dex draws his tails together, and begans to charge a shot much like his Charge Beam. This one, however, condenses the energy from all the tails into one powerful beam. The move is so powerful that he essentially only uses it as a means to end a losing fight because it will drain him of most of his energy.

Sample

Spoiler:

Dirt hung heavy in the pitch black air. Dex flared his nostrils and took a deep breath, having long since been accustomed to the grungy atmosphere. Although he was swathed in robes to protect him from the envrionment, the struggle had clearly taken its toll, leaving them to look like little more than rags. His one good eye showed extreme signs of wear--heavy bags and dark rings--while his robotic eye remained unlit. Normally, he keeps his mechnical appendages charged with the very electricity that courses through his body. But he was now too fatigued for that, opting instead to conserve all his energy in the event of an unknown foe. Taking slow, deliberate steps he mulled over the events that brought him here... An overwhelming sense of joy swamped his faculties.

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"Dex, over here!" Dex looked up to see a smiling Ampharos tilting her head at him. As he struggled to his feet, she offered a hand, able to actually do something at this point because Dex had not yet evolved into the hulking Electivire that he is today. Dusting himself off, he gave her a shy smile.

"T-thank you." He mumbled quietly under his breath. Dex looked at the Ampharos with a mixture of awe and fear in his eye. What did she want? Why was she helping him? It was probably some dastardly trick just to tease him. Regardless, Dex didn't mind, he instead preferred to enjoy the company while he had it and not question any possible ulterior motives. "So... so... what's your name?" He twiddled his thumbs as nervously mumbled to her.

"You can call me Ariana." The Ampharos nodded and smiled at the Electebuzz standing before her. "You know, I like you Dex!" she exclaimed as she placed an arm(flipper? fin?) on his shoulder. She was trying to make him as comfortable as possible: calling him by his first name, breaking the contact barrier... compliments, even. "You aren't the brawny 'lets go beat em up' type that all the knights in training seem to be. No, you're something so much more... And I like that about you!" The smile on her face broke for a brief second when she noticed that her charm had not worked in soothing him, but it quickly reappeared as she slapped him on the back. "You don't talk much, huh? Well that's okay! I'll talk enough for the both of us."

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As he collapsed onto one knee, the feeling of joy was immediately replaced with an all too familiar feel sense of anguish. Breathing became difficult now as Dex choked on the heavy, dirt-laden air. "Is this it?" he wondered aloud as he slammed his fist into the ground for support.

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"You're a failure!" "You freaking reject!" "Go home, nobody likes you!" "Yeah, go play by yourself, you loser!" They were just doing what all children do, but they would never fully be able to grasp the mental trauma that Dex endured at their hands. Tears began to fill his eyes as he scanned the crowd for his only friend, Ariana. And when he found her, he sort of wished that he hadn't. He saw her try to look away, to pretend that she wasn't among the crowd that had been taunting and jeering him.

"Ariana...? Y-you too?" The tears began to roll down his face as he quickly sprinted off. He didn't look back once, not even when Ariana called his name. If this was what having friends was all about, Dex quickly decided that he wanted no part in it. While he came back a few hours later, he returned with a far bleaker mentality--refusing to talk even with Ariana when she came to his door.

"Dex..." She pleaded. "Just know, that I *AM* sorry..."

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And then, as everything begun to fade to black, the weary Electivire collapsed face first into the dirt. It could have been hours, or days before he finally reawakened, he had lost his sense of time long ago. What he does know, is that somehow, he has reached civilzation and according to their calendars it is ENTERDATEHERE.

 

[Sir Bastian]

Well, Archie, which is your new nickname by the way, your SU is looking really good! I'm very much liking Dex as a character, only barely being with the mechanists, and even so, only to further his goals. I can imagine him mananging to capture a knight or the like during a big battle and using him as an experiment to try and further his mechanical knowledge.

However, I have to say a couple things. I'm not scolding you or anything, just making you keep this in mind :P

Mechanical eyes that actually work would probably not be technology that'd be available in the RP, but... I think we can make an exception for Dex, since he has a unique story and goal. Just keep in mind that it's not going to be like "whoops, lost an arm, oh well, gotta go build a new one lol".

His story about training to be a knight and sneaking off to an underground enclave is interesting, but I just have to remind you that nearly all enclaves are actually hidden, with a few exceptions, and even then, before the RP starts, the Mechanists pretty much didn't venture anywhere outside of them, so it'd also be kind of difficult for him to get inside. Though of course, with enough sneaking and him quickly making a friend in the mechanist mentor, it could definitely happen. I'm just saying it wouldn't be -easy-. :3

Other than that, it looks good!

 

[moon]

Hm, is everyone in the mechanists a Field Technician now? O.o if that's how it turns out, I could tweak my character into a healer instead. I think it could suit his personality too, and it would be interesting to RP as.

 

[Sir Bastian]

Hmh. Well, so far, we have one tech' and one soldier, with Archie here making another tech', so that'd be two tech's out of five. So far, at least.

 

[Blake Belladonna]

I've a question for Medics. How do they perform in a fight? Do they stay in a tent and treat the wounded? Or do they hang behind, healing allies, etc?

 

[Greiger]

For medics it's not really staying behind in a tent. It's more along that they stay on the sidelines or behind any battlers and when someone falls or gets injured they move over, trying not to be hit by attacks, and they use medicine to heal them up. They will be on the battlefield and require that their allies protect them so they don't get blown away.

 

[ANARCHit3cht]

Well, Archie, which is your new nickname by the way, your SU is looking really good! I'm very much liking Dex as a character, only barely being with the mechanists, and even so, only to further his goals. I can imagine him mananging to capture a knight or the like during a big battle and using him as an experiment to try and further his mechanical knowledge.

However, I have to say a couple things. I'm not scolding you or anything, just making you keep this in mind :P

Mechanical eyes that actually work would probably not be technology that'd be available in the RP, but... I think we can make an exception for Dex, since he has a unique story and goal. Just keep in mind that it's not going to be like "whoops, lost an arm, oh well, gotta go build a new one lol".

His story about training to be a knight and sneaking off to an underground enclave is interesting, but I just have to remind you that nearly all enclaves are actually hidden, with a few exceptions, and even then, before the RP starts, the Mechanists pretty much didn't venture anywhere outside of them, so it'd also be kind of difficult for him to get inside. Though of course, with enough sneaking and him quickly making a friend in the mechanist mentor, it could definitely happen. I'm just saying it wouldn't be -easy-. :3

Other than that, it looks good!

Oh trust me, I have thought about all this! First of all, he won't be making very many adaptations at all. The resources are costly, and the surgery is extremely difficult and painful. With a high rejection rate in even optimal conditions(which would be replacing an uninjured appendage) it wouldn't happen very much at all. If he, let's say, got his arm cut off, it would most likely be far too damaged in order for him to adapt the machinery to it. And if he did, it would mean quite a long time of recuperation.

As for the underground enclaves, he was still a pretty young person by any regards when he ventured out to them. The "enclave" he found was not exactly one of their(DF) cities, but perhaps a smaller campsite belonging to a few rogue Mechanists. Furthermore, as I planned to to explain in my sample, he didn't really find the enclave so much as it found him. A lot of the time he spent was probably actually outside of enclaves, just barely able to scrape together a meager life. He found the Declarum Forces in a way similar to him fainting from exhaustion and waking up in their medical ward. So even if he declined to join them, they would have escorted him out and away from the enclave so that he had no ability to relocate it.

EDIT: And with that, I am finished with my SU. Let me know of any changes to be made.