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Powers: Extremely agile and fast and strong. he is able to run as fast as a arcanine, and he is almost as strong. He has the power to shoot balls of flame and the occasional moth flamethrower. Appearance: Stunning red hair that goes to his shoulders, Oliver usually is seen weaaring a black muscle shirt and white black cargo pants. He is of a lean muscly build which gives him natural athlectic skills.He has blue eyes and a natural looking face. he wears red running shoes and keeps a variety of throwing knives and other items in his cargo pants. He never really uses them, but keeps them for intimidation purposes. He is also a bit furry in some places, which gives him an even more in some places. He also has canine fnags and an enormous appetite. he has a smushed face which gives him a somehwhat doglike, human appearance. Personality: Oliver is sharp tounged, exciting and willful. He always comeletes his goals. He preferrerd to always be in the know, or in the loop, and will get the information he is seking. If there is one thing that he loves the most it is his favorite drug, Adrenaline., and likes to keep and high level of it in his body at all times, and he gets it by stealing or other illegal activities. History: adopted by a human family as a pokemorph and raised in saffron city, poverty was always a big factor in his development. Growing up in a small apartment tucked behind a alley way was his environment. When he was about 6- of 7 his dad died. His mom then went into a spiraling depression and became a heavy drinker. After an overdose of alchohol, his mom died in a car crash while under the influence. Overwhlemed by the death of the only two figures of authority in his life, he ran away from all the foster care and other offers of a new home and became part of a mafia group called the sigma guild. He was then taken under the wing of the leader of the group, and Oliver saw him as a father, and the leader saw him as a son he never had. When he was 15, he had to leave saffron city, tired of the life he led, he starts anew as a vagabond. The people in Saffron city were all starnge, so people thought Oliver as a regular human except for some irregularties. He has only used his flame powers in fights and rumbles, but only close people in the guild know that he is really a pokemorph.
RP Sample:
Spoiler:
Oliver looked up from his post. Seeing the water wave like sugared honey reminded of the smells of the bakery district."Ahhhh...this is so peaceful..." Watching the birds, he was finally able to release the feeling of morose from leaving a place you loved, but was sick of. The warm comfortable pillow growled and shot a threatening glare, and as soon as oliver stated to get up, he sat back down. "Oh Arcanine, your a lazy bum. I wanna get up and run around the ship. Maybe flirt with those beauty girls in outside of room 427. Yeah...that would be good" Wanting to say more, be could say no less, Oliver stared at theblue sky that semed to contrast with his fiery outlook on the world. The blue sky drifted to black as he fallen in a world where anything can happen,a dreaam world
***
The fog horn blared. The wind was racing all around him." Faster Arcanine, or we wont be able get a vlean landing off of land." The other people traveling on the boat gasped and ponted. as the final destination of the boat, olivine city is still a good stone throw away. In fact a machamp's stonethrow away. Oliver gritted his teeth." We aren't gonna make it, Arcanine," He said while people more people stared as he reached the tip of the boat."we're gonna fall in the water." Aranine was now a blur of red and fire as gales of wind resumed when he ran by. Nobody was able to stop them Nobody could call it them as they wouldn't hear it. Anybody who was stupid enough to get in there way was clobbered, if not killed. "3...2...1!!! Extremespeed Arcanine!" All oliver could see was a swath of sea ble. Then the white's concrete of the port and then a graceful thud as arcanine stoped from going almost mach speed. Oliver laughed with gleeful pleasure." Hahaha, Arcanine you are truly one of a Kind!" While oliver on his back, Arcanine released a huge firespin,10 feet wide all around him, a second later they were gone... without paying for the cruise.
Name: Maimi Fukada
Age: 15
Sex: Female
Species: Froslass
Powers: Icy wind, Ominous wind, powder snow, and destiny bond. She the first three attacks together mainly to entertain herself, but it can also damage an opponent pretty hard when she needs it to. Destiny bond is a last resort option. She hasn't needed to use it yet. She can jump to extraordinary heights, and uses that power to strengthen her kicks.
Appearance: Maimi is 159 cm and weighs about 38 kg. Her hair is a white silver that reflects every single light. Her hair is slightly past shoulder length, but she likes to pull it up into a high ponytail so it flops around when she walks. Her eyes are round like a doll's, but given off a solemn, frosty look, not only because of the icy blue color. Long eyelashes encase her eyes, hiding emotions that she may be experiencing. Her arms are in the shape of a kimono sleeve like a Froslass'. Although this is the case, you can see the ends of human like fingers poking out of the ends, as if she was just wearing a short skirted kimono. But really, the sleeve-like structure...is really her arm. And because of this, she nearly always wears a kimono anyways. She can easily blend into a group of humans because the only pokemon like feature she has are her arms.
Personality: Maimi is a die-hard ice cream fan. She eats it for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Although occasionally she eats cakes instead. And when she faces a problem, she resorts to violence. Even though it's known to everybody that she resorts to violence whenever possible, she is hopelessly clumsy. If she tried to aim a fist at somebody's face, she would somehow end up flying into the lake behind the person. She hates it when people crack jokes at her that she doesn't understand.
History: Maimi lives by herself in the outskirts of town in a very northern area, where it is cold year-round. She fits in nicely with the human crowd, and the only way to know that she is not a human is if you looked closely at her hands and examined them. She really loves the snow, especially when she makes snow cones out of it (cough, ice cream-like substance). She can bury into a huge pile of snow and stay there for weeks, only to come out when a rare visitor comes and digs her out. She can apparently fight with her powers very well, but somehow always finds a way to avoid them. Fist fights don't count xD. She also likes to visit Snowpoint city for no apparent reason. Nostalgia for a certain place, perhaps? Snowpoint is the snowiest city closest to Maimi. Since she hates fighting with her supernatural powers so much, she learned to coax a human or pokemon, or even a pokemorph, into doing something she wants them to do at will.
She never had parents as long as she could remember. She was brought up by actual Froslasses, but when she first came into contact with humans, she longed to live with them, and her foster mother urged her to leave and start a new life, especially since Maimi looked 98% human.
RP Sample: (2 Paragraphs minimum, 3 preferred) Ai turned toward the right of the hallway and saw a door labeled with a woman figure, like public bathrooms would be like. She walked toward the entrance, fingering the unique tapestries and paintings along the way. She stopped by a painting of three pokemon floating in the shape of a triangle. It seemed to radiate an aura that drew Ai towards it. She stepped closer and put her ear to it. It was lifeless as the paint covering it. But it also seemed so alive to her. She closed her eyes and breathed evenly, letting the moment sink in. "What the heck are you doing?" Ai's bangs flopped down in front of her face from her surprise, and she jerked back from the painting. "S-s-sorry…" "...whatever, I don't really care." She stared at the stranger with a sort of embarrassed look on her face. Blame it on the whole pokemon adventure I was forced into. Back home, I would've never stopped and listened to a painting. Sounds stupid when I say it now, too. She returned back to the current situation and realized that the stranger was a boy around her age. He had purple hair and slanted eyes with small pupils. It made him look like he was angry at something, but obviously it wasn't Ai's right to decide. Her gaze fell on the boy's forehead and she began giggling unwillingly at what she found. "Ne, why do you have such thick eyebrows-" Ai sputtered between giggles. She suddenly gasped and covered her mouth to stop her blabbering. "Um..I m-mean...uh…I'll be leaving now!" Her face flushed a bright pink and she began running toward the girls' bath when she tripped. "Ows!" She then gasped again and glared fearfully at the boy. She sputtered again for a second but then ran full speed into the girl's bath. She slammed the door behind her and slid onto the floor. Ha…that was close…
(This is taken from another fanfic I'm writing, btw :3)
Side: Human
@karinxxchan: This is pretty good. You are Accepted.
@All: The RP will begin tomorrow, because there is an open slot. If it isn't taken by tomorrow, than I will post my own sign-ups, (I have two characters that I will be playing, that I really need to control most of the time, if I want the story to work out the way I need it to.) and we will begin.
Powers: Super agility and wicked fast reflexs. Can use Bite, Crush Claw, and Extreme Speed. He can grow his fingers into claws.
Appearence: Drake has white hair and small Zangoose ears growing out the top of his head and sharp fangs instead of canine teeth. He has reddish-hazel eyes and light tan skin. Drake stands about 4' 9" and is fairly skinny. He usally wears baggy kakis and a black or white T-shirt. He has a bit more hair than the avearge kid his age but, the hair is white instead of the usal brown or black. He has a scar across his right eye after a fight with a gang of seviper.
Personality: Drake has a quick temper which most of the time gets him into more trouble than gets him out of it. Despite that though he can make friends as easy as the snap of your fingers and is the sort of person who could be your big brother, some who fights with you but you admire deeply. Though Drake an be arrogent and foolish his quick wit makes up for that as well as his strong initiative.
History: Drake has no memory of any parents what so ever. Drake lived the woods with a pack of Zangoose untill he was twelve so he can communicate with them as well as be accepted into any other Zangoose gang. After the leaving his family (his Zangoose gang) Drake went on to join the Human society but soon figured out that he would be better off in the rebelion. Before he joined the Rebellion Drake would probe the outskirts of large city's and stay in abondoned building's such as the Harbor Inn at Canvalve City. Drake was givin his name by the Rebellion because the name the Zangoose called him is too difficult for others to pronunce. Drake always seems to go to the woods when he's frustrated and sits on a tree stump and will stay there for hours untill he is motivated to move on.
RP Sample: From my own Rp/Fanfic Legend of Viridian Forest
Renka stared at the Pokeball in his hand. I've caught three Pokemon so far...that means I only have two Pokeballs left. I better buy some more when I get to the next town.
"Hey, you!"
Renka looked up. A boy was running towards him. He nonchalantly stuck her foot out; the boy tripped, falling flat on the face. He got up angrily and rubbed his head.
"Hey! What's your problem?" he demanded.
"My problem is that you came running at me like a gorilla," Renka retorted. "It's legal self-defense."
He glared at him. "Yeah, right! Fine, then." He fumbled with his pockets. "I challenge you to a battle!" He thrust his Pokeball straight in her face.
"Fine," Renka growled. He took out her own Pokeballs. "But don't go crying to your mom when you lose."
He shot him a death glare. Renka snickered silently. He had a lot to learn when it came to venom. He could what, scare a Rattata? He'd show him what a real dirty look was!
Renka glared at him with all the muderous intent He could muster. He jumped, wincing, as though her look had pierced him physically. He stared at him in shock.
Renka smirked. "Well? Weren't we going to battle?"
He shuddered, then released his Pokemon. A large bee Pokemon appeared. It raised its sharp stingers menacingly.
@.Razr: You are missing your personality, and your history is pretty small. For these reasons, you are Rejected. Also, there is no more space left in the human side, but there is one more space in the Rebellion.
@Razr.: Okay, the history is still a little short, but I will let it slide. You are Accepted.
Here are my sign ups.
Name: Maxwell Enders
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Species: Raichu
Powers: He can use electric attacks fairly well
Appearance: Maxwell is fairy short, at about 4'7" tall. His skin is tan from being out in the sun a lot in his life. His hair is a dull orange color, and is about average length for a human male. His eyes are a deep shade of blue, that looks quite a bit like the color of the ocean. His nose is small, and is pointed out, while his lips are fairly thin. He possesses a pair of Raichu ears, and tail, as well as the bright yellow electric sacs, which Raichu use to produce lightning. His arms are kind of short for a man of his size. His fingers are a little long for the size of the hand and arms, but are fairly skinny. Max's legs are fairly short as well, and are fairly skinny. His body is skinny as well.
Maxwell wears a hat that has holes cut in for his ears, the hat itself is a simple blue one, nothing special written on it. He wears a plain red shirt that is a size or two too big for him. His pants are fairly long and touch the ground. The color pants he wears is tan. He has a bunch of pockets on his pants, used to carry items. His shoes are a simple black, which look a little worn.
Personality: Maxwell is normally a happy person, but is quick to annoy, and even anger, which can get him into trouble a lot. He is always tempted to join the rebellion, but thinks that the humans can be good people, but right now, they are scared. The members of his family annoy him, as they are in the rebellion. He also is forgiving, but if you betray him more than once, he will hate you. He also tries to treat humans with respect, but is still blown off by most people.
History: Max was born in the back alleys Saffron City on December 3rd, 1992, along with David, to a pair of pokémorphs, who were unfortunate enough to get evicted from their apartment, but despite that, they decided to keep the twins, and live out of Saffron City. However, as the kids grew, so did humanity's fear and hatred of pokémorphs, because of a failed rebellion. Max never liked the idea of rebellion, but his brother and parents seemed to want it a lot.
After about ten years of living in the wild, Max and David were abandoned in Saffron, to fend on their own. David stayed with Max for about a month, but disappeared. However, Max was able to steal a train ticket and rode to Goldenrod, because he thought it would be better there than Saffron. Well, he was wrong. The treatment was about the same, and he was chased into the underground. Eventually, having lived off of scraps in the Underground, David came to him and offered a spot in his rebellion. Max rejected the offer, irritating David, who left. Soon, the rebellion became a big threat, and while he tried to fight them off, people still hated him.
RP Sample: This is from Pokemon: Goddess of Happiness
Spoiler:
Chapter 59: Bailing Out Lila!
Andrew woke up, still waiting in the hospital for news on everyone's conditions. "Man, I need to stretch my legs." Said Andrew as he got up from his chair. He stepped outside and saw Officer Jenny smirking at a nervous Lila, and an amused Bane. "Hey, what's going on here?" Asked Andrew as he ran over there, or at least tried to, missing the stairs, causing him to fall on his face. "Ow, I'm okay." After a minute, he was walking up to Jenny.
"What seems to be the problem, officer?" Asked Andrew. Jenny glanced at Andrew before saying.
"Step aside, she isn't your problem." Said Jenny. Andrew turned to look at Bane, who was in a humanoid form. At that, Andrew facepalmed.
"Is that it? It's forbidden to own Pokémon? Wow, I would have loved to live in this city when I was younger." Said Andrew to Jenny.
"That isn't a pokémon! That is a poke or an anthromorph." Accused Jenny. Andrew snickered at that. "What's so funny?"
"If he's a pokémorph or anthromorph, than I am a rich human!" Laughed Andrew. "I may not know her that well, but I know she has a ghost pokémon in her possession."
"If you don't know her that well, than how do you know she doesn't own an Anthro or pokémorph?" Asked Jenny, annoyed at Andrew for trying to prove her wrong.
"Because my eyes can see through ghost pokémon illusions, if the ghost is weaker than me." Said Andrew, being falcon tribe sometimes had benefits, especially since they can use Foresight.
"Why should I trust you? How do I know she doesn't own you?" Asked Jenny. Andrew snorted.
"What human could hold an avian tribe? Besides, our clan was full of thieves and murderers, or so you humans think. We were a poor tribe, our natural resources were taken from us by you greedy humans. We defended our land from humans and allied races, but we lost it anyway, when humans killed my tribe. If I were ever owned, I would kill myself before they can enjoy the fact that they own the 'evil' tribe." Said Andrew, now a little pissed at Jenny. "Trust me, that isn't a pokémorph. What else did he do to you?"
"He assaulted me! That in itself is a serious off-" Started Jenny, but Andrew held his hand up, interrupting her.
"Let me guess, at first you came over because he was doing something, like smoking a cigarette or something like that, you came over to point out that he couldn't smoke, or do what he was doing, and he either spit in your face, or blew smoke at you. That's not assault... even though the Viridian Jenny kept saying so, it isn't." Said Andrew.
"Well then, she must have had some reason to tell you, eh?" Asked Jenny, once again smug, but Andrew started laughing. "Again, what's so funny?"
"She hated me like the rest of the humans there that beat me to a bloody pulp. She never physically touched me, but she did things that were just as bad. She saw people beat me up, and as I cried for help, she ignored me. The one time I spit at one of them, I got beaten and jailed. Worst day of that month." Said Andrew to Jenny. "Congratulations, even though you're a snob, you are better to be around than Viridian Jenny."
"Even so, that doesn't excuse him. Besides, she is still charged with illegal ownership of a poké or anthromorph." Said Jenny. "And that is the most serious crime she has been charged of."
"I'm telling you, that is not a pokémorph." Said Andrew, getting annoyed at Jenny. "It's either a Banette or a Shuppet, from the name. Ghosts can make convincing illusions, but I guarantee you that the so-called pokémorph is actually a pokémon."
"Hmm... I still don't trust you." Said Jenny. Andrew facepalmed again.
"Look, this is stupid. All it has to do is reveal its true form... unfortunately, being a ghost type, is naturally mischievous, it won't reveal itself." Said Andrew. "Do you have a Hoothoot?"
"No, I don't." Said Jenny.
"Do you have a Growlithe?" Asked Andrew, not wanting to have to deal with this right now. Jenny nodded. "Then send it out, and have it use Odor Sleuth. It will identify what he truly is." Jenny tossed out her pokemon.
"Growlithe, use Odor Sleuth!" Ordered Jenny. The Growlithe sniffed Bane at that. "How will this work?"
"Well, it was supposed to identify him... maybe something went wrong." Said Andrew. "Hmm... maybe your dog can tell you, if you don't believe me, than ask it. If it works well with you, than you can tell what it says."
"Why should I?" Asked Jenny.
"Just do it." Said Andrew, starting to get tired of this. Jenny knealt down to Growlithe and asked.
"Is that boy next to the girl a pokemorph?" Asked Jenny. Growlithe shook its head. "No? Are you sure?" Growlithe growled as an affirmative. "Well, it seems as though there was a mix up. Sorry about that." Said Jenny before withdrawing her pokemon, but the look on her face said. 'I'm watching you'. Jenny then got on her motorcycle and rode off.
"There, it was simple. a bit frustrating, but simple." Said Andrew before walking towards the building. "Are you going in? I mean, I'm sure Elisa and Volkner will want to see you. I mean, it's not like you never did anything."
Side: Human
Name: David Enders
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Species: Raichu
Powers: Can use thunder attacks to an extremely high degree.
Appearance: David is about as small as his brother, around 4'8" tall. His hair is dull orange, and is also average length for a guys, but he spikes his hair up. His eyes are a deep blue like Maxwell's, but are colder. His nose is small, and pointed, but it is larger than Max's, and his electric sacs are red instead of yellow. His lips are thin as well, and has no baby fat on his face. His arms are fairly long for someone of his size, but are fairly skinny, his fingers are of average length. His legs are a little short for his size, but it's not really noticable. Overall, he is pretty skinny as well.
He wears a black shirt under a leather jacket, the shirt has writings on it that only members of the Pikachu family can understand, meaning 'Conquerer'. It is a little big for him, but he doesn't care. His pants are black, and fit well on him, not too baggy, but not tight. He doesn't wear shoes, as he is used to walking everywhere in bare feet.
Personality: David is generally a calm guy, with a passion to conquer the world of humans, and has created the Rebellion to try and do that. He is quick to anger, like his brother, but can handle it better. He is also very imaginative, and is able to come up with plans fairly quickly. He is also confident in his powers, but isn't overconfident.
History: Like Max, he was born in a back alley of Saffron City, and was kept by his parents, but when they were abandoned, David ran from Max, so he could live out life to what he wanted to do. He quickly offered powerful pokémorphs high positions in a rebellion that he was planning on forming. Some accepted and others refused, but soon, he had a small army, but that wasn't enough. Not to mention that if he were to make one mistake, then everyone would turn on him, so he trained to the point of severe exhaustion, and eventually he mastered his powers.
David went to Goldenrod and tried to convince Max to join him, but he refused, irritating David greatly, but instead of attacking, he went to Blackthorn City and set up a permenant base, moving the resources and troops there before beginning to go around the world, to get other agents to help him conquer the humans. If they accepted, then they wait in their hometown until a signal was sent.
Side: Rebellion
Yeah, my histories are kind of small, but I didn't really have a lot of time to come up with one.
You may begin. those on the humans side, you have to get to Goldenrod City. Those in the Rebellion have to get to Blackthorn City.
(Max)
"Man, is it time to go up?" Asked Max as he walked along the passages of the underground. "It has been about a month since I saw sunlight, so yeah, it is." He slowly walked through the main hall of the underground and before he knew it, he found the door outside. "Heh, I have a feeling that today will be a great day." Max opened the door and closed his eyes, to shield them from the blinding light. His eyes quickly adjusted, and he ran out into the streets.
"Hey, kid!" Yelled a random police officer as he walked up to him. "Shouldn't you be in school right now?" Max looked at the police officer before saying.
"I'm sorry, but I don't go to school, I was never able to get enrolled." Said Max as he slowly backed up. The cop noticed the movement, but wasn't fast enough to catch Max.
"Get back here, kid!" Yelled the police officer, but Max didn't look back, instead, he was running towards the North door that lead back into the Underground.
(David)
David sighed as he looked at the calender. It was the day he marked to unleash the signal. "Heh, it's time to unite the Rebellion, and to begin our campaign against the humans for what they did to us." Said David as he got up from his throne. He ran into the computer room and typed in a code. "And now, to send the signal around the world, and summon the agents from around the world!"
"Sir, we have infiltrated the Radio Tower, as soon as the new agents get here, we will begin our invasion of Goldenrod City." Said a Mightyena pokémorph.
"Ah, excellent. Transmitting code in 3... 2... 1... go!" Said David pressing the enter key. Suddenly, a pulse of Radio waves began to spread throughout the world, momentarily disrupting all radio broadcasts, and also activating a device that the foreign rebel agents had. His own device, which looked like a medium-sized gem started flashing. "Heh, it's only a matter of time."
I guess I'll join with a poke-morphized form of one of my characters.
Name: Will Sydney
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Species: Absol
Powers: He can see terrifying images of disasters or hardships to come when he sleeps.
Appearance: Will is fairly tall about 6'1" and has a muscular build. His chest has a massive scar across it, a remnant of a plane crash, he also has a small cut on his cheek. He has some spikey white hair, and green eyes. He has a black gem on his forehead, instead of fingernails he has sharp black claws, and he has a black scythe like blade protruding from his head. He wears only the finest of silken black clothes. He always wears dress shoes, never sneakers. His noes is fairly small, his ears are also small, his face is devoid of facial hair.(is that enough)
Personality: He only cares about himself and dark type pokemon. He is incredibly inteligent and well built. He doesn't understand others thinking they're ideas are better than his. He simply cannot relate to other people, but hates solitude, since he loves to show off. Most people just call him a scociopath.
History: He was born on pacifidlog town the son of elite four Sydney. There were only a few kids on the rafts there, and Will often felt alone, leading him to start his decent to only caring about himself. When he moved to evergrade city after his father's elite four enduction, his father was constantly busy, and his mother wasn't willing to leave pacifidlog, splitting up his parents. When he got older he joined a prestigios academy, and was trapped on a desert island after a plane crash, barely surviving the experience. Some time after that he underwent changes. Something caused him to start gaining features of absol. His hair turned white, claws, a blade, and a gem formed. He started having horrific nightmares of disasters that ended up happening. After that, only his dark type loving father accepted him.
RP Sample:
Spoiler:
So Ninetails was right Shade thought Latias is desprate. Shade knew plenty about Latias, but explaining it to a obsessed Umbreon, only makes a problem worse " So you saw som sort of red and white dragon," Shade said is as believable a fake supprised voice as he could, " I've never heard of such a thing."
Suddenly a blue blur shot by Latios... Dang, this isn't good. Shade thought.
Seconds later Latiosuppressing his ability to sense danger. Throwing caution to the wind Shade sprinted to the rocket loading dock.s stopped in front of the rocket launch site, eyes transfixed on the rocket. Suddenly, Shades skullblade glowed, "Ok peaceful walk, is over, we're going to inspect the rocket, " this couldn't be good, something in the rocket was
"WHAT?" Drake yelled as the text on hi cellphone seemed to glare him in the eyes.
"I've got to get to Blackthorn City! That's on like a whole other reigon!" Drake yelled out to the vacant space of the abondond Harbor Inn at Canavalve City.
Just as soon as his rant was done two policemen rammed down the door and hollored out "You, get your hands behind your head and get against the wall..." but before the first officer could finish the other blurted out "W w wait a second, thats no kid.. thats one of those Pokefreak things!" "We got a' get out here before it eats us!"
Drake calmly walked across the wooden draw-bridge towards the docks with a grey beanie covering his head. "Why... Why did I have to get this curse... Or as the Rebellion would call it 'a gift' but who were they fooling? Everyone knew as well as them that they were outcasts, with no place in society, well there were others those accepted into the world"
Drake calmly walked towards the lady at the booth selling Ferry tickets "One ticket to Johto! Just 20 poke this is the cheapist deal on this side of Coronet!" Drake fished through his pocket at eventually found an old coupon that was still valid "Hun... whats that? Oh uhh... Here's your ticket ummm... But shouldn't you have a..." but before she could continue Drake was already on the ferry headed straight to Johto. Soon he will make a difference.
Drake wanted to Barf. He wanted to lean over the side of this boat and let all his insides poor off the side "Two bad i'm not a freakin' water pokemoroh he thought to himself"
As soon as Drake hopped of the boat and on to dry land his phone rang "Drake... I expect right now you've at least made it to Johto..." Drake reconized the gruff voice of one of the higher ranks in the Rebellion, a Mightyena pokemorph, " As you've been told head to Blackthorn City to recive further instuctions on Operation: Golden Break. Also our leader has just sent an intricant message viva radio and I've recorded it and sent it as quisk as possible Gregor out..."
"Ahhhh! Crap!" Drake yelled out as the black gem on his golden chain started flashing "Ohh wait" He thought calmly, " That's the randevous signal, I should hurry up" and with that Drake blurred off into the setting, crimson sun.
@Down with the darkness:...Fine, I shall review your post. Appearance could be a bit longer. History and personality are okay... Fix up the Appearance a little bit, and you're in.
Will tossed and turned in his sleep. He saw a battle in goldenrod, it was tense and heated,but before the battle ended he was woken up. He walked over to his computer hoping to find something to keep him from going back to sleep. He got it. His E-mail had a message from the rebellion leadership. He read it thoroughly.
Will took a step away from the computer.
Oh, now I wish I could have seen the rest of that dream to see how this ends.
Never the less, Will was still devoted to the rebels, so he was going to help.
Will slipped out of the safe house his father had built for him in Blackthorn. He was wearing a wide brimmed hat and gloves to hide his features. He walked through an alley.
You can never be too cautious.
He thought to himself as he walked, and because of that, he accidentaly bumped into a man, "Oh I apologize-" Idiot walked right into me... "I can't apologize enough."
The man smiled, "No, no, it was my fault. I apologize," He held out his hand to shake.
Despite how much he hated pleasantries, Will didn't walk to attract attention, so he shook his hand. When he pulled his hand away, the glove stayed in the man's hand, revealing Will's claws.
The man was shocked, "Your... your... one of them,"He backed away slowly.
Damnit, I shouldn't have been so kind.
Will dragged his claws across the mans face, disfiguring him and scarring his retanae. Will kicked the man over, took his glove, and sprinted to the meeting place. He wasn't stopping for anything else.
Will reached the hideout door. He kicked it open, he didn't have the patients or time to knock.
Okay, just a few questions...
Is the order of members writing about their characters going to be in any particular order? It just seems a bit disorganized to me right now...I've been in a few other RPs before, and we established an order in which we post.
Life was all too good at the human refuge in Olivine City, now called the HLRJ (Human Liberation Region of Johto). The HLRJ began as just a small village founded by a young Poke'Morph and just about 10 humans; it eventually grew into a large foundation, holding over 200 humans and Poke'Morphs alike that seek peace and wish to live a happy, quiet life. There has been a few attempts to infiltrate the sub-region but the still young Morph that founded the refuge just about a year or more ago successfully protected his people. Any human or Poke'Morph that wished to live a life free of war was welcomed...something that would be a tragic downfall for the HLRJ; an enemy, winning his way into the unaware peoples' hearts, once a soldier for the Rebellion...he could easily get on the inside. Perhaps the young Morph was too misconceived by his idealistic mindset for a world where everyone was accepted that he did not realize the devious plots this newcomer was planning...until now.
"You see Kar...I never did believe in your ideas. After watching you and all of these weaklings prance around as if everything would be alright and the world will become better by just rounding up a bunch of saps in the corner of the region." The Charmeleon Morph paced back and forth as he gave his rant to the large encirclement of humans and Poke'Morph. He had sent the flare off early this morning, signaling the attack and hours later the Rebellion had successfully defeated and taken over the HLRJ.
Karma stood there, in front of all the people that he had gathered to live freely in the refuge, taking a verbal abusing from Saruki and the rebel force he had called in for an attack. They mocked him, spat on him, and even beat him. He was nothing more than an idiotic kid thinking he could help people to them.
"Saruki...I trusted you as I did all people living here." He moved his metal-gloved hand behind his back. "I promised I would make a better life for you all...and...I...I promised I would protect those who are loyal no matter what!" Karma looked up, looking straight into Saruki's eyes, attempting to provoke him.
"Oh Kar. Look at yourself. Your nothing. Nothing! You betrayed your own kind to take sides with these other nothings? Just as you have an oath to protect these people, I have taken an oath to destroy them and all the Morphs foolish enough to take their sides. Prepare to die!" Saruki ducked in and swung his left arm around for a slash to Karma's neck. "No...it's you who will die." Karma pulled his armored hand from behind his back, holding an ice-weilded sword and pointed the blade straight forward, stabbing Saruki in the stomach. "I told you." Were Karma's only words preceding a big smile as Saruki fell to his death.
Well. I only have to kill all the rebels that have this whole region surrounded. How hard could it be? Karma thought, holding his hand and claw together behind his back and looking up in the sky. Someday...someday I'll be able to change the world. I just have to overcome one challenge at a time. "Now then. Who wants to die next? As enemies of peace I will not hesitate to kill you all." Perhaps Karma didn't know what he was up against...but it was all the same to him, one enemy or one hundred; he wouldn't give up.
