Tundra_Wolfmane
U.A.M.
In this case, can I reserve Cresselia? I rarely get to create female characters, and I have an idea for one.
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Gods of an Unown World
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Cyber Robert
Shockingly Lovely
I'm quite the opposite really. I don't like it when its just one capital letter unless it goes where it needs to go, to me it's all caps or none. Though the smaller font is a good idea, I hope you don't mind I steal this one from you too. *realizes how many ideas he stole from Chris*
Yeah, I didn't pay attention to much grammar that time around because when I wrote it it was on Notepad and it was one of those "I gotta write it" moments.
How? I don't know what you mean by this, please clarify.
I guess I should be more clear. And 100% of people who drink water had or will die.
I felt like it needed to be said. Though I don't see where you're getting at.
I see what you mean, yet another idea taken...wow, I feel like an idiot at this point...that or a thief...or an idiot thief...wait is there really such a thing? I mean...*Bricked*
I wonder if I'll go down in a record book as the guy who revamped his signup the most with 493 pendings. XD
EDIT: Well, one way to find out, time for my third pending. (translation: Well, I fixed her up again.)
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PokemonBreederChris
UnlimitedBlade Works
GM Note: There are NO SIGN UP REVIEWS this post. I will get to them in time, Tuesday-Thursday are an easier time for me.
Manaphy Mare - There still are changes that could be reworked. I do not think you are ready for your sign up to be reevaluated. Read your Sign Up aloud, and try to picture your character, describe everything you can see, every personality quirk your character does. Your sign up can be longer, and fix errors that still are evident. I will give you till your pending reserve is up.
greywolf123 - I have heard of the dilemma, and that things might be sorting out. I can suggest you a few alternatives, if you so desire. However, professionally speaking, you were given a total of 18 days to construct your Sign Up. I gave you the extended reservation you requested, the weekend extension due to me being busy that weekend, and a unofficial extension due to my lack of updating the post. Eighteen days I find sufficient enough for a sign up to be completed, that is nearing three weeks total.
I do hope that things get worked out however as you seemed very eager to join this RPG from early on. I am an open door if you need anything or wish to ask questions or idea inspirations.
InnerFlame -
1. I can figure about twenty different ways for an Aura for Suicune; though it is my final judgment that determines the "yays" or "nays." So we'll see if it is acceptable or not.
2. The edits are acceptable.
3. Phione Reserved.
Tundra_Wolfmane - Cresselia Reserved.
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CyberBlastoise:
My ideas are public domain, unless I claim them specifically for my own self. I am glad you found one of my compromises to the CAPITAL LETTERS appropriate.
Understandable.
How to clarify is this, the voice. I can see your distinct voice in writing, but it lends out a vague scene. I am not asking for explicit text-book material detail, but wording that makes writing "sexy" in a sense. In writing, you should always "show" more than you "tell." Sure it is a Sign Up, so you are obliged to tell about your character. However when you add some "showing" into the mix, people see the character in a scene, they see the character moving. I am still a novice writing student myself, so it is hard for me to explain, as what I am talking about is something internal to us all.
Then again, as you stated above, how this was a "I gotta write it" moment, that could be reason to my concern. So ignore it for now. All I can say is when you are ready to be reevaluated, have wording in your sign up that gives a nice flow to it. Make your character breath, if it does not seem alive to you, as you read it, then it could use more work.
And this is where you confuse me.
What I am getting at, is your drawback was illogical. Your character could jump in to save someone from a shallow grave even if they weren't next to each other. It only requires kinetic energy, vs potential energy in which you described in the "immediate radius."
No idea is taken, only improved upon. You are welcome to use me as a "Muse-inspiring helper." I help people in that regard.
We'll have to see in 493 pendings then, shall we?
Are you sure you fixed her up again? Really? Cause if not, you could work on it still before I start evaluating it. If you want to close the line however, I'll be sure to look things over, readying my [green] or [yellow] stamps.
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Tundra_Wolfmane - Cresselia - Reserved until February 6th, 2:06 am EST
InnerFlame - Phione - Reserved until February 6th, 1:34 am EST
Manaphy Mare - There still are changes that could be reworked. I do not think you are ready for your sign up to be reevaluated. Read your Sign Up aloud, and try to picture your character, describe everything you can see, every personality quirk your character does. Your sign up can be longer, and fix errors that still are evident. I will give you till your pending reserve is up.
NOooooes! I even have the finished SU...
greywolf123 - I have heard of the dilemma, and that things might be sorting out. I can suggest you a few alternatives, if you so desire. However, professionally speaking, you were given a total of 18 days to construct your Sign Up. I gave you the extended reservation you requested, the weekend extension due to me being busy that weekend, and a unofficial extension due to my lack of updating the post. Eighteen days I find sufficient enough for a sign up to be completed, that is nearing three weeks total.
I do hope that things get worked out however as you seemed very eager to join this RPG from early on. I am an open door if you need anything or wish to ask questions or idea inspirations.
InnerFlame -
1. I can figure about twenty different ways for an Aura for Suicune; though it is my final judgment that determines the "yays" or "nays." So we'll see if it is acceptable or not.
2. The edits are acceptable.
3. Phione Reserved.
Tundra_Wolfmane - Cresselia Reserved.
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CyberBlastoise:
My ideas are public domain, unless I claim them specifically for my own self. I am glad you found one of my compromises to the CAPITAL LETTERS appropriate.
Understandable.
How to clarify is this, the voice. I can see your distinct voice in writing, but it lends out a vague scene. I am not asking for explicit text-book material detail, but wording that makes writing "sexy" in a sense. In writing, you should always "show" more than you "tell." Sure it is a Sign Up, so you are obliged to tell about your character. However when you add some "showing" into the mix, people see the character in a scene, they see the character moving. I am still a novice writing student myself, so it is hard for me to explain, as what I am talking about is something internal to us all.
Then again, as you stated above, how this was a "I gotta write it" moment, that could be reason to my concern. So ignore it for now. All I can say is when you are ready to be reevaluated, have wording in your sign up that gives a nice flow to it. Make your character breath, if it does not seem alive to you, as you read it, then it could use more work.
And this is where you confuse me.
What I am getting at, is your drawback was illogical. Your character could jump in to save someone from a shallow grave even if they weren't next to each other. It only requires kinetic energy, vs potential energy in which you described in the "immediate radius."
No idea is taken, only improved upon. You are welcome to use me as a "Muse-inspiring helper." I help people in that regard.
We'll have to see in 493 pendings then, shall we?
Are you sure you fixed her up again? Really? Cause if not, you could work on it still before I start evaluating it. If you want to close the line however, I'll be sure to look things over, readying my [green] or [yellow] stamps.
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Tundra_Wolfmane - Cresselia - Reserved until February 6th, 2:06 am EST
InnerFlame - Phione - Reserved until February 6th, 1:34 am EST
Cyber Robert
Shockingly Lovely
well, I will close the line, mainly because I also revamped the personality and wanted to see if it was acceptable, that is the one thing I'm wanting to know the most.
And I also hope that I nailed the fine line between generic and specific in description that you are looking for.
And I also hope that I nailed the fine line between generic and specific in description that you are looking for.
greywolf123
Well-Known Member
Actually, C and I are working something out as of right now. We'll see how it goes in any case.
((Just a note. I refer to him as a guy in all fields except the beginning of the origin, where he is just "the mysterious girl". So I call him a her until the storytelling part of the origin ends. ^^; I'll be calling him a him in the rpg. And also yes, greywolf and I are working this out... and don't call me C.))
Sign Up Form
Name: Clarissa (or Lars)
Legendary: Latios
Gender: Female biologically. However, she identifies as male, so I will refer to her as such.
Age: 19
Description: Clarissa, or Lars as he is more often called, is average sized in many dimensions—he is only about 5’7”, an average height, and has a relatively average-looking build. That is to say, his physique is unspectacular, but somewhat defined in places such as his arms. He has defined abs, but not a six-pack. His legs are average in their strength. Overall, his body is trimmed—there is no fat present. Now, given that he is biologically female, he does have breasts, but they are very small and kept bound down with a medical bandage, the kind normally used to protect weak knees. He has a slightly feminine waist, but otherwise, his biological sex is indeterminable. Lars’s skin is peachy and rather light, with white-ish undertones. It doesn’t look like he’s gotten much sun, though he has remained less than pasty.
Lars has a rather androgynous, but still mature-looking face. His jaw line is under-defined and sharp, and his eyes are somewhat angular. They have hazel irises and are rather small. He has a slightly pointy nose, but it doesn’t look ridiculous. Overall, his face seems sharp—pointed and edgy, even clean-cut in design. His hair is unusual, but not too insane to pass. It is of a platinum blonde shade and rather thin, allowing it to be easily styled up into a tall-ish fauxhawk, standing about three inches tall at the top. A fauxhawk is where all the hair is pulled upward, like a mohawk, but the sides are not shaven. In fact, it's much more of a wild spiky style than a mohawk. Right at the center of his forehead, a few pieces of hair fall from the fauxhawk over the bridge of his nose. The hair on the back of his head falls downward, brushing around his ears but barely covering his neck.
Now, Lars has two outfits which he wears regularly, which are very different ones from the punk/goth spectrum of fashion. The first and probably more common of these consists first of a white short-sleeved shirt, with swirling blue designs decorating it. This shirt is a comfortable, stretchy type of cotton and fits him loosely. At times he wears a black leather jacket over this in order to stay warm. Either way, Lars is also rather fond of his grayish denim punk skinny jeans. They fit tightly and have a great decoration of chains and zippers, most of which have no real purpose. One loose strap runs from his back pockets to his inner thigh, and has some chains dangling from it--this is duplicated on each side. In addition to all the zippers and pockets, these jeans also have holes in the knees and rips all along them. One of the stranger things about these pants is the Union Jack (that’s the British flag for those of you who don’t know) that is emblazoned on his left hip and moves over about half of his upper leg.
The other outfit is a bit less common, but Lars likes it all the same. Again, his shirt is white, but this time it has long sleeves. It has large, diamond-shaped blue patches over the shoulders (which don’t connect on the back) and a red triangle--or the outline of one--on the chest, as well as blue trims around the neckline, bottom, and sleeve ends. Once more it is cotton and fits comfortably, neither tight nor loose. He ties a dark blue bandana around his left upper-arm, over the shirt. His pants are, if anything, more complicated than the other pair; they are black, and extremely loose-fitting to the point of looking like they may fall off any moment. These are decorated with a similar set of complicated articles, including the same straps that run butt-to-inner-thigh, though these have no chains on them and are blueish in color. His pockets are enormous, outlined in blue stitches, and have lots of silver washers embedded in them. Many chains lie over his hips. There are no excess zippers on these pants, but the pockets are even larger, and have more stitching detail.
Lars has some features in common with every outfit: for one, he wears blue Converse sneakers. They have white rubber soles and white laces, and are high-tops--they run up about to his ankle. He wears a tarnished silver chain with two dog tags on it, though it doesn’t seem to have any sentimental value. On his wrists are black bands of towel-like cloth with various designs on them. Finally, Lars has a few piercings, including a silver barbell with blue balls over his left eyebrow, silver stud earrings in both earlobes, and an industrial in his right ear. The industrial is a bar running through his cartilage in two places: one lower and on the side, and the other higher and closer to the top of the ear. It is, of course, silver and has a spiral in the center of it (between the two holes, inside of his ear).
Personality: Lars isn’t a very social person. He would much rather avoid conversation than become actively involved in it; simply put, he doesn’t like other people too much. It’s not that he has an actual issue with them, he just doesn’t like interaction, and is a bit shy. However, this is somewhat thrown off by his ever present big-brother complex. He has a very brotherly nature toward those who are definitely younger than himself and somehow make him think of a younger sibling. This is the easiest window into Lars’s heart, because he does have one. In fact, he’s a pretty sensitive guy, and generally pretty nice once you get past his somewhat cold exterior shell. This shell is not easily broken by those who don’t immediately somehow strike him as a little sibling type, though. Trying to talk to him is like trying to talk to a brick wall; he doesn’t listen, and probably doesn’t care what you’re talking about. But when he’s required to, he’ll listen with a vague interest, and take notes. While his indifferent attitude may not scream it, he is highly intelligent, and has learned how to read (though sometimes he still gets confused about spellings). He has an analytical eye and sharp mind.
Partially as a facet of his indifferent nature, Lars is exceptionally calm. He rarely raises his voice or gets startled, simply watching life move by as he takes notes. He has the virtue of keeping a level head even in a somewhat stressful situation, though this doesn’t really do anyone else any good. He doesn’t give advice partially because he is quite shy and doesn’t think he has anything that interesting to say. However, he will take care of those he cares for, though they are few and far between. He is very secretive, though he has few secrets to keep, he doesn’t even tell his keepers that he can feel people’s thoughts when he touches them. This secretive, solitary nature seems to lump Lars in with the “dark and mysterious” types, and he wouldn’t be a total outcast there. He makes no effort to be mysterious; he just doesn’t like to talk.
However, Lars is not always so cool. He has a slight rebellious streak, though it’s more apparent in his general dislike for being told what to do than in anger or outbursts. He has no intent of letting anyone tell him what to do; he is strongly individualistic in this way and doesn’t appreciate authority in general, even if it’s well meaning. He is usually discerning of people, able to tell what they’re thinking from a good look (unless they’re just particularly good at hiding their feelings). On the other hand, Lars is not good at hiding his feelings; whenever something surfaces, he tends to show it very strongly, whether it be affection, sadness, anger, or surprise. Indeed, in a stressful situation, Lars behaves oddly, becoming jumpy and defensive, sometimes freezing up entirely. However, he's quite hard to stress out, so this is a rare occurrence. What other people think of him doesn’t usually matter unless he fancies them particularly as a little sibling. He is a pretty indifferent person who only really enjoys skating and eating chips, sometimes watching television. If it weren't for his extremely loud appearance, Lars might easily fade into the crowd.
Origin: The back door’s hinges creaked as the man exited the shop for a moment, to grab a smoke. He didn’t like polluting up the small parlor, because of course, customers sometimes found the smell offensive. And he didn’t want to offend the customers. So the very unusual looking man leaned back against the wall as he lit a cigarette. He was definitely different, with a tall black mohawk and light skin. He was wearing a ratty gray band shirt, nothing too unusual, and tight grayish jeans. His ears had enormous tunnels in them—one and a half inches in diameter at least. That alone was a rather strange sight. He had several apparent tattoos, which of course, he had designed himself. Well, some of them were designed by his wife; both of them were tattoo artists. As he took a deep puff of his cigarette, he noticed something very unusual.
Lying on the sidewalk next to him was a young woman, completely nude, with peach-colored skin. If that wasn’t surprising enough, the man was taken with her tattoos—an amazingly intricate system of tribal designs, starting in whites at the very center and spreading neatly into blues as it moved down her back, even up the sides of her neck and onto her forehead. They looked like wings, almost, but the movement up to her forehead took away from this. Either way, they were quite impressive. He smiled. That must have taken hours upon end; he knew how long big tribal pieces could take. It was definitely a tough design, and he knew she had to have gone through a lot of pain to get it. But then he became more aware that she was naked, and looked back out at the quite alleyway. He took another break of his cigarette and pondered what she could be doing there, trying not to notice her.
Steadily, her hazel eyes fluttered open, and she lifted her head. The man on the wall looked at her, noticing the motion. She just stared back at him. He spoke first, “Those are some sweet tats, girl, but you shouldn’t be showing them off naked.” Her angular eyes became wide at this, and she looked at him, confused. He blinked back at her. “Do you talk? Either way… since you’re up…” he knew that his wife was going to get him for this one, but… “Come on inside the parlor. You don’t need to get arrested for being naked in public.”
He opened the door and motioned to the inside, holding it open with his back while he put out his cigarette with his foot. She stood up and watched him warily as she proceeded into the shop, never taking her eye off of him. He closed the door behind them as his wife looked back at the two of them. She had long, pretty brown hair and pale skin. Her outfit was simple, a black jacket over a patterned pink shirt, which stretched over her rather large bosom. Her pants, too, were torn light jeans. She stared at them for a moment, and before her husband could protest, she was yelling at them.
“What’s this?!” she screamed, indignant, “She’s… she’s completely naked! What did you—“
“Now now Missy, calm down…” the man insisted. Missy wasn’t a downgrading pet name—it was the woman’s real name. “I found her just sitting outside in the alley. I couldn’t just leave her out there. I mean, look at those tattoos.” He turned the very confused girl around, who vocally protested for the first time.
“Hey!” is all she said, but she looked behind herself at Missy with wide eyes. She seemed afraid, and confused. Oddly enough, the mysterious girl showed no intention of hiding herself. Maybe she didn’t quite understand that she was naked. And something else, inside of her, clicked, though the girl said nothing. When she was touched, she understood his language (somewhat at least); she understood that his name was Goat, and that Missy was that woman’s name, and she was mad at them. But he let go before she realized more than that. She was glad; the shock which had reached her skin when the man touched her was somewhat painful.
Missy glared at her husband. “Really now…” she didn’t seem convinced, but she went with it, and asked the mysterious young woman, “What’s your name?” The girl just stared at her, like a kindergartner who had just been asked why the sky was blue. “Where are you from?” The girl continued to stare, then just looked down.
“I don’t know.” She finally responded, hazelnut colored eyes looking dejectedly at the floor. Why couldn’t she remember anything? That was too strange… she knew about these two, but not herself… though she was too shy to say that.
Missy tilted her head. “You don’t know? You have amnesia, then?”
“I suppose so,” the mysterious girl looked back at her. “You are… Missy?”
The man smiled. “Yep, she’s my wife. I’m Goat. Missy, do you think you could get this chick some clothes? Her being naked is kind of awkward.”
Something clicked in the girl’s mind, again, though this time it wasn't accompanied with a shock. “I am not a chick!” She didn’t know what she meant by that, but it was so perfectly natural to react that way. It was the only thing which had seemed natural thus far… other than understanding before they spoke their names what they were.
Missy looked at her. “What do you mean?”
“I… I don’t know but… I’m not a chick.”
She suddenly took on a look of understanding. “So, you identify as male even though you’re female?”
The girl blinked at her. “Err, yes…” that also made sense. She wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but it seemed natural enough. What are male and female? She was too afraid to ask. But whatever it meant, it made sense in her head somewhere, where she couldn’t remember. So she just looked at Missy.
Goat looked down at her, then at Missy. Missy, of course, assumed several things. She elected not to say anything, though, but just to say, “Oh, you poor thing.” The front door made a ringing sound and Goat rushed off to the counter to speak with the customer, or potential customer, while Missy dealt with the mysterious girl. Missy smiled at her. “Wait right there.” She said as she walked out the back door for a moment, leaving the mysterious girl sitting on a soft couch, still quite nude.
While the older woman was gone, the nude girl with spiky blonde hair curled up. She was so confused, but at least inside, she felt more secure. Though she didn’t understand that security herself, either. The music played softly behind her, a radio station which was usually kept on, running through the boombox on the front desk. She faded into listening to the music, trying to find some semblance of comfort in this strange situation, and trying to remember something, anything, about herself. After a moment, she heard something repeated on the radio: “Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa…” And as Missy returned, the girl whispered the name.
“Clarissa?” Missy asked. “Is that your name?”
The girl stared up at her. “It sounds okay.” So she decided to call herself that, at least for now. “Until I remember what I’m supposed to be called…”
Missy smiled. “Okay, Clarissa.” The other girl then noticed the large black bag in her hand. Clarissa tilted her head in confusion. She didn’t realize that it was a garbage bag, filled with clothes that Missy had been intending to take to goodwill for the longest time but kept forgetting in the car. Either way, some of the clothes would have to fit Clarissa. Of course, these clothes weren't exactly ordinary, which was one of the reasons that Missy hadn't taken them to goodwill. She and her husband had very... different fashion tastes, especially when they were Clarissa's size.
“Let’s see what’s in here…” she said, taking various articles out of the sack. Clarissa went through them and picked out a few that she liked, mainly in whites and blues. With Missy’s instruction, she managed to get the clothes on, though she lacked underwear and likely wanted something other than a bra. The younger girl stood up, looking at her outfit cautiously.
“I like this…” she muttered, smiling. It fit pretty well, and looked somehow right on her, though of course it was hard to tell that she was a girl. That was intentional. Her outfit of choice for the time being consisted of over-detailed, baggy pants and a white and blue top. Missy smiled as well as Clarissa sat back down, relaxing on the couch while Missy went back to work.
Late that night, when the parlor closed, the couple went back to Clarissa, who lay staring at the ceiling. Her eyes were zoned out, but not asleep. Clearly, she was trying to think, trying to remember. Goat spoke first. “So, Clarissa, you don’t know where you’re from or where you have to go?”
Clarissa sat up, but didn’t look at him. She shook her head. “No. I don’t remember anything at all.” She decided not to talk about the fact that she knew their names before they were spoken, thinking that would freak out the pair. Something told her she had to keep it a secret.
He looked at Missy, then back at her. “Well see, we had to fire our desk worker a while back because of the money. But since you haven’t got anywhere to go… we could hire you to sit at the desk and talk to people. We’ll give you food, beer, and those clothes as your wage, and let you sleep on that couch. It’s all we can manage.” He finished explaining and sighed. He didn’t really want to bother with the strange, tattooed amnesiac, but then again, he couldn’t stand to leave her out in the cold. Missy agreed, and believed she wouldn’t be a burden, besides surely she would remember herself and leave after a while.
Clarissa smiled at him, finally looking up at the pair. “That… that would be nice.” And so, they decided to hire her, and teach her how to talk to people about getting their tattoos and piercings done. She could just sit there and talk, which let them do twice the work if appointments were available. Clarissa thought the situation was quite fitting—she had a place to sleep, and food, for just sitting and talking to people. With her crazy styled hair and fashion taste (basically what the couple had worn when they were younger), she fit in perfectly. However, from that point on, Clarissa was not called a “she”. He had made it clear that he was male, at least in his own mind, and they respected that. Missy even gave him a large medical band with which to wrap up his breasts, which he quickly found out how to use and made use of.
For now, Clarissa lives in the parlor, working the desk when the couple is busy, and bumming off their food. He isn’t too much of a hassle, though Goat does hope he’ll get his memory back soon. His personality has become more apparent, and he is somewhat less shy than he was when he first arrived (though he remains secretive). At some point, Clarissa found out from a customer that his name was distinctly feminine; while he had gotten used to being called that, he didn’t want a female name. That clearly wasn’t right at all. So, after a few minutes, they shortened it out to “Lars”, which he has called himself in front of customers ever since. The couple still calls him Clarissa though, because like Lars himself, that’s what they’re used to.
In another moment of interest, about three days after Lars began staying at the parlor, someone put their hand on his wrist, and startled him, as he could suddenly feel something. He understood their name, and what they were feeling and thinking at that moment. It freaks him out a little (yet it makes sense somehow), and Lars has elected not to speak of this, as he is quite a secretive person. Since he’s been staying with them, he’s gotten several piercings done, just because he saw them and thought they looked really cool. Goat did them for free, for reasons he doesn’t quite explain; Lars wasn’t causing him any trouble, as he saw it, and it wasn’t much trouble to do the piercings. That’s why Lars has so many. For now, Lars is spending his days sitting at the desk, though he does sometimes go wander the town at night, and examine the neon lights, as he finds them cool. He still doesn’t remember anything, but he hopes that if he keeps wandering around, he’ll find someone who knows his face…
Miscellaneous: Lars has a skateboard that he’s learned how to ride, and generally does so for faster transportation. It’s black on top, of course, and the deck decorated with swirls of blue and white, blending together and changing shades like a blue fire. Somehow, one might imagine it to be the fire of the soul, burning and whipping in shades of blue. The wheels of the skateboard are white. He usually just carries it around—he got it from a dumpster, cleaned it up, and asked Missy to paint it cooler for him. She was obliged to do so. He can’t do any tricks, but he doesn’t fall off of it. He has a bizarre fascination with airplanes.
Aura: Lars has an unusual aura. When he touches someone, he is instantly told what they’re thinking right at the top of their mind, and what they’re feeling at the moment. Often, he also discovers their name. The contact has to be skin-to-skin for this to happen, and he never finds out more than the person’s immediate thoughts. This doesn’t flow smoothly to Lars; he is rather suddenly shocked by this, as though receiving a static shock, though the other person feels nothing. He is instantly prompted to pull away as of now. Around those he has a stronger connection to, he can feel their immediate thoughts and emotions emanating from them over a short distance. He hasn’t yet found how to project his own thoughts, though he should be able to do so; also, later he should be able to detect the feelings of those he is very close to from a longer distance.
Lars’s aura has an interesting visual form. It looks like two long blue wings are extending from his back, at the top of his tattoo, and they move in a straight, diagonal line to his knees; however this line is pointed much more out to the sides than downward. The ends of these have a three points: one pointing forward and two pointing outward (the outer one being taller). He has a sort of fuzzy blue tail with many points coming downward from his rump, though it’s very short and wide. There is almost a blue halo running around his head as well. To those like himself, he seems to glow with a slight blue flame all around his body.
Of all the things about Lars, his tattoo has got to be the loudest. It’s far more extensive and colorful than most, spanning over his shoulderblades and upper back as well as moving upward toward his head. First, between his shoulderblades is a white line of tribal designs, which ends near his waist. These designs, mostly taking the form of angular shapes, spiral in and over themselves in multiple forms. As they reach his shoulderblades, they fade into a true blue color, like his aura. The designs continue in much the same shapes, only larger; they reach points about his waist, where they have tapered into smaller, more pointed shapes (they look like his wings). However, they don’t stop there; these blue lines move upward, decorating his shoulderblades, and then seem to stop abruptly. From there, one single line on each side, remaining symmetrical, zigzags up the side of his neck, behind his ears and onto his forehead. Here, the lines become rather slim, and zag in a final time at the center of his forehead into small loops, which then end in points before reaching the original line. While this may seem complicated, and too showy, one must bear in mind that Lars works in a tattoo parlor, and has no issue with it. He might find that other people look at him funny, but he hasn’t yet.
((if you didn't catch the reference in the origin, Lars says he's not a chick - he's a full grown bird! But of course it has a double meaning here.))
Sign Up Form
Name: Clarissa (or Lars)
Legendary: Latios
Gender: Female biologically. However, she identifies as male, so I will refer to her as such.
Age: 19
Description: Clarissa, or Lars as he is more often called, is average sized in many dimensions—he is only about 5’7”, an average height, and has a relatively average-looking build. That is to say, his physique is unspectacular, but somewhat defined in places such as his arms. He has defined abs, but not a six-pack. His legs are average in their strength. Overall, his body is trimmed—there is no fat present. Now, given that he is biologically female, he does have breasts, but they are very small and kept bound down with a medical bandage, the kind normally used to protect weak knees. He has a slightly feminine waist, but otherwise, his biological sex is indeterminable. Lars’s skin is peachy and rather light, with white-ish undertones. It doesn’t look like he’s gotten much sun, though he has remained less than pasty.
Lars has a rather androgynous, but still mature-looking face. His jaw line is under-defined and sharp, and his eyes are somewhat angular. They have hazel irises and are rather small. He has a slightly pointy nose, but it doesn’t look ridiculous. Overall, his face seems sharp—pointed and edgy, even clean-cut in design. His hair is unusual, but not too insane to pass. It is of a platinum blonde shade and rather thin, allowing it to be easily styled up into a tall-ish fauxhawk, standing about three inches tall at the top. A fauxhawk is where all the hair is pulled upward, like a mohawk, but the sides are not shaven. In fact, it's much more of a wild spiky style than a mohawk. Right at the center of his forehead, a few pieces of hair fall from the fauxhawk over the bridge of his nose. The hair on the back of his head falls downward, brushing around his ears but barely covering his neck.
Now, Lars has two outfits which he wears regularly, which are very different ones from the punk/goth spectrum of fashion. The first and probably more common of these consists first of a white short-sleeved shirt, with swirling blue designs decorating it. This shirt is a comfortable, stretchy type of cotton and fits him loosely. At times he wears a black leather jacket over this in order to stay warm. Either way, Lars is also rather fond of his grayish denim punk skinny jeans. They fit tightly and have a great decoration of chains and zippers, most of which have no real purpose. One loose strap runs from his back pockets to his inner thigh, and has some chains dangling from it--this is duplicated on each side. In addition to all the zippers and pockets, these jeans also have holes in the knees and rips all along them. One of the stranger things about these pants is the Union Jack (that’s the British flag for those of you who don’t know) that is emblazoned on his left hip and moves over about half of his upper leg.
The other outfit is a bit less common, but Lars likes it all the same. Again, his shirt is white, but this time it has long sleeves. It has large, diamond-shaped blue patches over the shoulders (which don’t connect on the back) and a red triangle--or the outline of one--on the chest, as well as blue trims around the neckline, bottom, and sleeve ends. Once more it is cotton and fits comfortably, neither tight nor loose. He ties a dark blue bandana around his left upper-arm, over the shirt. His pants are, if anything, more complicated than the other pair; they are black, and extremely loose-fitting to the point of looking like they may fall off any moment. These are decorated with a similar set of complicated articles, including the same straps that run butt-to-inner-thigh, though these have no chains on them and are blueish in color. His pockets are enormous, outlined in blue stitches, and have lots of silver washers embedded in them. Many chains lie over his hips. There are no excess zippers on these pants, but the pockets are even larger, and have more stitching detail.
Lars has some features in common with every outfit: for one, he wears blue Converse sneakers. They have white rubber soles and white laces, and are high-tops--they run up about to his ankle. He wears a tarnished silver chain with two dog tags on it, though it doesn’t seem to have any sentimental value. On his wrists are black bands of towel-like cloth with various designs on them. Finally, Lars has a few piercings, including a silver barbell with blue balls over his left eyebrow, silver stud earrings in both earlobes, and an industrial in his right ear. The industrial is a bar running through his cartilage in two places: one lower and on the side, and the other higher and closer to the top of the ear. It is, of course, silver and has a spiral in the center of it (between the two holes, inside of his ear).
Personality: Lars isn’t a very social person. He would much rather avoid conversation than become actively involved in it; simply put, he doesn’t like other people too much. It’s not that he has an actual issue with them, he just doesn’t like interaction, and is a bit shy. However, this is somewhat thrown off by his ever present big-brother complex. He has a very brotherly nature toward those who are definitely younger than himself and somehow make him think of a younger sibling. This is the easiest window into Lars’s heart, because he does have one. In fact, he’s a pretty sensitive guy, and generally pretty nice once you get past his somewhat cold exterior shell. This shell is not easily broken by those who don’t immediately somehow strike him as a little sibling type, though. Trying to talk to him is like trying to talk to a brick wall; he doesn’t listen, and probably doesn’t care what you’re talking about. But when he’s required to, he’ll listen with a vague interest, and take notes. While his indifferent attitude may not scream it, he is highly intelligent, and has learned how to read (though sometimes he still gets confused about spellings). He has an analytical eye and sharp mind.
Partially as a facet of his indifferent nature, Lars is exceptionally calm. He rarely raises his voice or gets startled, simply watching life move by as he takes notes. He has the virtue of keeping a level head even in a somewhat stressful situation, though this doesn’t really do anyone else any good. He doesn’t give advice partially because he is quite shy and doesn’t think he has anything that interesting to say. However, he will take care of those he cares for, though they are few and far between. He is very secretive, though he has few secrets to keep, he doesn’t even tell his keepers that he can feel people’s thoughts when he touches them. This secretive, solitary nature seems to lump Lars in with the “dark and mysterious” types, and he wouldn’t be a total outcast there. He makes no effort to be mysterious; he just doesn’t like to talk.
However, Lars is not always so cool. He has a slight rebellious streak, though it’s more apparent in his general dislike for being told what to do than in anger or outbursts. He has no intent of letting anyone tell him what to do; he is strongly individualistic in this way and doesn’t appreciate authority in general, even if it’s well meaning. He is usually discerning of people, able to tell what they’re thinking from a good look (unless they’re just particularly good at hiding their feelings). On the other hand, Lars is not good at hiding his feelings; whenever something surfaces, he tends to show it very strongly, whether it be affection, sadness, anger, or surprise. Indeed, in a stressful situation, Lars behaves oddly, becoming jumpy and defensive, sometimes freezing up entirely. However, he's quite hard to stress out, so this is a rare occurrence. What other people think of him doesn’t usually matter unless he fancies them particularly as a little sibling. He is a pretty indifferent person who only really enjoys skating and eating chips, sometimes watching television. If it weren't for his extremely loud appearance, Lars might easily fade into the crowd.
Origin: The back door’s hinges creaked as the man exited the shop for a moment, to grab a smoke. He didn’t like polluting up the small parlor, because of course, customers sometimes found the smell offensive. And he didn’t want to offend the customers. So the very unusual looking man leaned back against the wall as he lit a cigarette. He was definitely different, with a tall black mohawk and light skin. He was wearing a ratty gray band shirt, nothing too unusual, and tight grayish jeans. His ears had enormous tunnels in them—one and a half inches in diameter at least. That alone was a rather strange sight. He had several apparent tattoos, which of course, he had designed himself. Well, some of them were designed by his wife; both of them were tattoo artists. As he took a deep puff of his cigarette, he noticed something very unusual.
Lying on the sidewalk next to him was a young woman, completely nude, with peach-colored skin. If that wasn’t surprising enough, the man was taken with her tattoos—an amazingly intricate system of tribal designs, starting in whites at the very center and spreading neatly into blues as it moved down her back, even up the sides of her neck and onto her forehead. They looked like wings, almost, but the movement up to her forehead took away from this. Either way, they were quite impressive. He smiled. That must have taken hours upon end; he knew how long big tribal pieces could take. It was definitely a tough design, and he knew she had to have gone through a lot of pain to get it. But then he became more aware that she was naked, and looked back out at the quite alleyway. He took another break of his cigarette and pondered what she could be doing there, trying not to notice her.
Steadily, her hazel eyes fluttered open, and she lifted her head. The man on the wall looked at her, noticing the motion. She just stared back at him. He spoke first, “Those are some sweet tats, girl, but you shouldn’t be showing them off naked.” Her angular eyes became wide at this, and she looked at him, confused. He blinked back at her. “Do you talk? Either way… since you’re up…” he knew that his wife was going to get him for this one, but… “Come on inside the parlor. You don’t need to get arrested for being naked in public.”
He opened the door and motioned to the inside, holding it open with his back while he put out his cigarette with his foot. She stood up and watched him warily as she proceeded into the shop, never taking her eye off of him. He closed the door behind them as his wife looked back at the two of them. She had long, pretty brown hair and pale skin. Her outfit was simple, a black jacket over a patterned pink shirt, which stretched over her rather large bosom. Her pants, too, were torn light jeans. She stared at them for a moment, and before her husband could protest, she was yelling at them.
“What’s this?!” she screamed, indignant, “She’s… she’s completely naked! What did you—“
“Now now Missy, calm down…” the man insisted. Missy wasn’t a downgrading pet name—it was the woman’s real name. “I found her just sitting outside in the alley. I couldn’t just leave her out there. I mean, look at those tattoos.” He turned the very confused girl around, who vocally protested for the first time.
“Hey!” is all she said, but she looked behind herself at Missy with wide eyes. She seemed afraid, and confused. Oddly enough, the mysterious girl showed no intention of hiding herself. Maybe she didn’t quite understand that she was naked. And something else, inside of her, clicked, though the girl said nothing. When she was touched, she understood his language (somewhat at least); she understood that his name was Goat, and that Missy was that woman’s name, and she was mad at them. But he let go before she realized more than that. She was glad; the shock which had reached her skin when the man touched her was somewhat painful.
Missy glared at her husband. “Really now…” she didn’t seem convinced, but she went with it, and asked the mysterious young woman, “What’s your name?” The girl just stared at her, like a kindergartner who had just been asked why the sky was blue. “Where are you from?” The girl continued to stare, then just looked down.
“I don’t know.” She finally responded, hazelnut colored eyes looking dejectedly at the floor. Why couldn’t she remember anything? That was too strange… she knew about these two, but not herself… though she was too shy to say that.
Missy tilted her head. “You don’t know? You have amnesia, then?”
“I suppose so,” the mysterious girl looked back at her. “You are… Missy?”
The man smiled. “Yep, she’s my wife. I’m Goat. Missy, do you think you could get this chick some clothes? Her being naked is kind of awkward.”
Something clicked in the girl’s mind, again, though this time it wasn't accompanied with a shock. “I am not a chick!” She didn’t know what she meant by that, but it was so perfectly natural to react that way. It was the only thing which had seemed natural thus far… other than understanding before they spoke their names what they were.
Missy looked at her. “What do you mean?”
“I… I don’t know but… I’m not a chick.”
She suddenly took on a look of understanding. “So, you identify as male even though you’re female?”
The girl blinked at her. “Err, yes…” that also made sense. She wasn’t quite sure what that meant, but it seemed natural enough. What are male and female? She was too afraid to ask. But whatever it meant, it made sense in her head somewhere, where she couldn’t remember. So she just looked at Missy.
Goat looked down at her, then at Missy. Missy, of course, assumed several things. She elected not to say anything, though, but just to say, “Oh, you poor thing.” The front door made a ringing sound and Goat rushed off to the counter to speak with the customer, or potential customer, while Missy dealt with the mysterious girl. Missy smiled at her. “Wait right there.” She said as she walked out the back door for a moment, leaving the mysterious girl sitting on a soft couch, still quite nude.
While the older woman was gone, the nude girl with spiky blonde hair curled up. She was so confused, but at least inside, she felt more secure. Though she didn’t understand that security herself, either. The music played softly behind her, a radio station which was usually kept on, running through the boombox on the front desk. She faded into listening to the music, trying to find some semblance of comfort in this strange situation, and trying to remember something, anything, about herself. After a moment, she heard something repeated on the radio: “Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa, Clarissa…” And as Missy returned, the girl whispered the name.
“Clarissa?” Missy asked. “Is that your name?”
The girl stared up at her. “It sounds okay.” So she decided to call herself that, at least for now. “Until I remember what I’m supposed to be called…”
Missy smiled. “Okay, Clarissa.” The other girl then noticed the large black bag in her hand. Clarissa tilted her head in confusion. She didn’t realize that it was a garbage bag, filled with clothes that Missy had been intending to take to goodwill for the longest time but kept forgetting in the car. Either way, some of the clothes would have to fit Clarissa. Of course, these clothes weren't exactly ordinary, which was one of the reasons that Missy hadn't taken them to goodwill. She and her husband had very... different fashion tastes, especially when they were Clarissa's size.
“Let’s see what’s in here…” she said, taking various articles out of the sack. Clarissa went through them and picked out a few that she liked, mainly in whites and blues. With Missy’s instruction, she managed to get the clothes on, though she lacked underwear and likely wanted something other than a bra. The younger girl stood up, looking at her outfit cautiously.
“I like this…” she muttered, smiling. It fit pretty well, and looked somehow right on her, though of course it was hard to tell that she was a girl. That was intentional. Her outfit of choice for the time being consisted of over-detailed, baggy pants and a white and blue top. Missy smiled as well as Clarissa sat back down, relaxing on the couch while Missy went back to work.
Late that night, when the parlor closed, the couple went back to Clarissa, who lay staring at the ceiling. Her eyes were zoned out, but not asleep. Clearly, she was trying to think, trying to remember. Goat spoke first. “So, Clarissa, you don’t know where you’re from or where you have to go?”
Clarissa sat up, but didn’t look at him. She shook her head. “No. I don’t remember anything at all.” She decided not to talk about the fact that she knew their names before they were spoken, thinking that would freak out the pair. Something told her she had to keep it a secret.
He looked at Missy, then back at her. “Well see, we had to fire our desk worker a while back because of the money. But since you haven’t got anywhere to go… we could hire you to sit at the desk and talk to people. We’ll give you food, beer, and those clothes as your wage, and let you sleep on that couch. It’s all we can manage.” He finished explaining and sighed. He didn’t really want to bother with the strange, tattooed amnesiac, but then again, he couldn’t stand to leave her out in the cold. Missy agreed, and believed she wouldn’t be a burden, besides surely she would remember herself and leave after a while.
Clarissa smiled at him, finally looking up at the pair. “That… that would be nice.” And so, they decided to hire her, and teach her how to talk to people about getting their tattoos and piercings done. She could just sit there and talk, which let them do twice the work if appointments were available. Clarissa thought the situation was quite fitting—she had a place to sleep, and food, for just sitting and talking to people. With her crazy styled hair and fashion taste (basically what the couple had worn when they were younger), she fit in perfectly. However, from that point on, Clarissa was not called a “she”. He had made it clear that he was male, at least in his own mind, and they respected that. Missy even gave him a large medical band with which to wrap up his breasts, which he quickly found out how to use and made use of.
For now, Clarissa lives in the parlor, working the desk when the couple is busy, and bumming off their food. He isn’t too much of a hassle, though Goat does hope he’ll get his memory back soon. His personality has become more apparent, and he is somewhat less shy than he was when he first arrived (though he remains secretive). At some point, Clarissa found out from a customer that his name was distinctly feminine; while he had gotten used to being called that, he didn’t want a female name. That clearly wasn’t right at all. So, after a few minutes, they shortened it out to “Lars”, which he has called himself in front of customers ever since. The couple still calls him Clarissa though, because like Lars himself, that’s what they’re used to.
In another moment of interest, about three days after Lars began staying at the parlor, someone put their hand on his wrist, and startled him, as he could suddenly feel something. He understood their name, and what they were feeling and thinking at that moment. It freaks him out a little (yet it makes sense somehow), and Lars has elected not to speak of this, as he is quite a secretive person. Since he’s been staying with them, he’s gotten several piercings done, just because he saw them and thought they looked really cool. Goat did them for free, for reasons he doesn’t quite explain; Lars wasn’t causing him any trouble, as he saw it, and it wasn’t much trouble to do the piercings. That’s why Lars has so many. For now, Lars is spending his days sitting at the desk, though he does sometimes go wander the town at night, and examine the neon lights, as he finds them cool. He still doesn’t remember anything, but he hopes that if he keeps wandering around, he’ll find someone who knows his face…
Miscellaneous: Lars has a skateboard that he’s learned how to ride, and generally does so for faster transportation. It’s black on top, of course, and the deck decorated with swirls of blue and white, blending together and changing shades like a blue fire. Somehow, one might imagine it to be the fire of the soul, burning and whipping in shades of blue. The wheels of the skateboard are white. He usually just carries it around—he got it from a dumpster, cleaned it up, and asked Missy to paint it cooler for him. She was obliged to do so. He can’t do any tricks, but he doesn’t fall off of it. He has a bizarre fascination with airplanes.
Aura: Lars has an unusual aura. When he touches someone, he is instantly told what they’re thinking right at the top of their mind, and what they’re feeling at the moment. Often, he also discovers their name. The contact has to be skin-to-skin for this to happen, and he never finds out more than the person’s immediate thoughts. This doesn’t flow smoothly to Lars; he is rather suddenly shocked by this, as though receiving a static shock, though the other person feels nothing. He is instantly prompted to pull away as of now. Around those he has a stronger connection to, he can feel their immediate thoughts and emotions emanating from them over a short distance. He hasn’t yet found how to project his own thoughts, though he should be able to do so; also, later he should be able to detect the feelings of those he is very close to from a longer distance.
Lars’s aura has an interesting visual form. It looks like two long blue wings are extending from his back, at the top of his tattoo, and they move in a straight, diagonal line to his knees; however this line is pointed much more out to the sides than downward. The ends of these have a three points: one pointing forward and two pointing outward (the outer one being taller). He has a sort of fuzzy blue tail with many points coming downward from his rump, though it’s very short and wide. There is almost a blue halo running around his head as well. To those like himself, he seems to glow with a slight blue flame all around his body.
Of all the things about Lars, his tattoo has got to be the loudest. It’s far more extensive and colorful than most, spanning over his shoulderblades and upper back as well as moving upward toward his head. First, between his shoulderblades is a white line of tribal designs, which ends near his waist. These designs, mostly taking the form of angular shapes, spiral in and over themselves in multiple forms. As they reach his shoulderblades, they fade into a true blue color, like his aura. The designs continue in much the same shapes, only larger; they reach points about his waist, where they have tapered into smaller, more pointed shapes (they look like his wings). However, they don’t stop there; these blue lines move upward, decorating his shoulderblades, and then seem to stop abruptly. From there, one single line on each side, remaining symmetrical, zigzags up the side of his neck, behind his ears and onto his forehead. Here, the lines become rather slim, and zag in a final time at the center of his forehead into small loops, which then end in points before reaching the original line. While this may seem complicated, and too showy, one must bear in mind that Lars works in a tattoo parlor, and has no issue with it. He might find that other people look at him funny, but he hasn’t yet.
((if you didn't catch the reference in the origin, Lars says he's not a chick - he's a full grown bird! But of course it has a double meaning here.))
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greywolf123 - Glad to hear.
Manaphy Mare - Below is your second review, only focused upon the areas you needed work on.
I'm half Irish, yet I don't know what you mean by "Irish standards." Is it because the Irish are fairer of skin? Are you confusing the stereo-typical "Ginger" with the Celtic of Ireland? Irish is a nationality in description; sure many of them are of Celtic-decent, but we also have Anglo-Saxon, Nordic, and many other Caucasian tone definitions. Say Islander, Northern Europe, Southern Europe, etc, if you are going to give the "tan skin" a definition. Irish standards is not a definition. I know a lot of Irish people who have many shades of "tanned" skin, mainly fault of the Sun. Heck, even "Tanned Caucasian" works. Also it is unprofessional to have the (parentheses); they indicate Author's notes if anything, and should not be used for adding onto description. What you want for description should go beyond the parentheses. Get rid of them as they have no valid importance.
Why do you have tattoo in quotes? What is the significance of this "tattoo?" Are they in fact not tattoos but a part of Curran, a birthmark perhaps? You didn't really add to the facial features with your character. Instead of "no facial hair" a baby face is much more descriptive, or even talking of the texture, such as smooth cheeks?
This is the appropriate way to use the parentheses. Though a simple * can serve the same purpose with user-notes at the bottom of the Sign Up.
Startled would be a better word than confused in my opinion.
Origin is too short, though "legal" by my minimum, and it does convey the origin of the name and the "start" of Curran. I say it is too short for how it abruptly ends.The "unofficial" adoption, and how his current place of employment come about, I think you need much more detail if you are to include them. The scene thus is too fragmented, and confusing, superficial. He just conveniently happens to be where he needs to be, and the female doesn't do anything but badger him a few questions, and then gives him clothing, adopting him in the process? I don't think so. You need much more in your Origin if you are to include such details. Give more character to his "mother" she is a secondary character, but if she is "mother" you need a better exchange with her, perhaps a scene with the two interacting beyond the initial encounter? Perhaps she lost a child at 21, and now at the age of 37, Curran reminds her of her lost child. Maybe that could be reason to her naming him Curran. She can't just unofficially adopt Curran, she needs a deeper reason for it.
You didn't really revamp your Origin either, just took out the beginning that I told you was unacceptable.
Waaaait what? LEADING roles? at the age of 16? I don't think so, you seriously need to be 18 or older, OR have signed consent buy your LEGAL guardian. Curran has no LEGAL guardian. This is more power-playing than the martial arts before; and he shouldn't of been on Earth that long to do any of this either. Miscellaneous denied.
"any animals within three feet of him." Too overpowering, and would cause sensory overload. Seriously, in just three feet, there could be A LOT of rats, pidgeons, squirrels, even "humans." as Humans are technically animals. Change it to something where he needs physical contact rather than three feet. Also, I'm more prone to go with Game data, not data from the Movies. The bubble is more a "technique" than an Aura, so find something else that Mew is known for, research on Bulbapedia or something. The sphere as the metaphysical description is alright however.
Manaphy Mare:
Manaphy, I did not find sufficient enough changes. Therefore I am giving you a pending still, with out a reservation to hold it. The only part of your Sign Up I now find acceptable is your personality. Description had one major error, and for your Origin, I believe you need to spend some extra time on it, that is where you struggled the most. Miscellaneous needs to be erased, or thought new again. Aura, still needs revamping. Basically all fields require work still except personality, but it doesn't hurt to look back on personality to fix it up as well.
Sorry, but you are still pending. You are still welcome to try however. I appreciate your continued efforts.
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CyberBlastoise - I see great improvement upon your sign up, though I mainly focused on personality as that is what you asked. Below your review is an explanation on personality directed to you, but anyone can use it to help them.
As for your description, I believe you have made the appropriate changes, though I see your major error is that in wording. Something that will improve the more you read and write. Also, yes you want the line between generic and specific. Both specific and generic are dry and boring. In between the two is what you should strive for.
Here, all I have to say is with writing, don't repeat the same word over and over in describing. Such as "However" and similar words like that. Also horizontal and vertical, I understand you are trying to be more descriptive, but they aren't needed as descriptors, as you make objects sound more "square" than they should.
I, the GM, am master of the past of the Legendaries. Who is to say Tim can remember Groudon? Even if he may, this would cause much much much confusion for him. Not acceptable for the personality. This part is more filler than personality.
CyberBlastoise: Everything within your Sign Up is now acceptable, with exception to what I mentioned in the above review. To help with your personality I have added some tips below. You are above a pending, but below an accepted. You really should revamp your personality, as you have stated. So I will give you a PENDING for now. This means that you need to fix the things I specified and will need to give me a freshly made RPG sample. You have 3 of the 4 major fields accepted. Just waiting on personality.
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What you need in personality are as follows: (In no particular order of importance, you do not need to include them all, but they help shape who your character is.)
The character's...
1. Psychological or emotional goals. Goals are what give the drive for a character to do what they do. Sure with no memories, having a goal would be difficult, but even trying to figure who they are/were is a goal in itself. Each personality needs a driving force, and the goal is an easy indicator for said drive. Goals include things such as life, career, personal gains, material gains, personal goals.
2. Super-objective. Along with the goal, there comes the super-objective. As a goal is an indicator for drive, the super-objective is the primary motivation of the drive. This is the item that makes them "tick" as the slang term says. It makes their inner psychologies function.
3. Hopes or desires. Also to connect with the drive as the character's hopes and desires. The things that give reason behind the goals. They help influence the drive of the character based on the character's philosophy.
4. Defining characteristics. The defining characteristics of your character belong in both personality and description. Usually if they are in description, they often give glimpse to the character's personality. Defining characteristics are distinct features that help to identify, tell apart, or describe recognizably; a unique mark (description) or trait(personality).
5. Social quirks. Your character's social quirks are what define how your character interacts with their surroundings, whether it be society, another being, or the environment. Social quirks often umbrella to many different small things, but mainly, one discusses if they are introverted or extroverted.
Other quirks include selfishness or selflessness, fears, phobias and superstitions, impulsiveness, sense of humor, and hidden secrets.
Definition: Introvert.
Definition: Extrovert.
6. Morale fiber and philosophies. The morale fibers are basically the behaviors of your character toward topics, their attitudes. What do they think of such things as themselves, others, friendship, sex, love, family, marriage, country culture, the world, or even possibly religion?
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GM Note: For those waiting Sign Up evaluation, The Black Glove, GenericUserName, cdra1617, I will get to your evaluations as soon as possible. I've had little time to finalize things, but will get them done with prompt attention
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Crystallized decay
Well, I thought I posted my sign up yesterday night, but unfortunately serebii lag and my computer going through a random spazz of automatic updates resulted in my sign not getting posted.
Now here I am, posting it again. My apologies if I wasn't descriptive enough or some sentences don't make sense. I looked over everything...but if I missed something in particular, I guess your critique will most likely find the error.
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Name: Teresa
Legendary: Ho-oh
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Description:
Teresa looks rather exotic, to say the least. Despite being in New York, a large cultural mixing pot of America, Teresa still manages a foreign look which makes her look a bit outlandish, yet striking. Standing around 5’7, she has shapely build and pleasing frame. Along with her long legs and slender arms, she has well-formed, elegant fingers like that of a pianist’s. Her skin is a soft golden brown, not a dark, earthen brown, but a color most apparent in people from the Middle East and maybe Asia. These features are not exactly what make her so unusual. What makes her seem so extraordinary and stand out from the crowd are her amber eyes. Her eyes are the color of a fireish gold color, with fluent specks of color melted in between. These specks are a rainbow of colors, usually bright and brilliant that range from a vivid red to a dazzling shade of turquoise. Although small, these specks blend into her amber irises, giving off the effect that her eyes aren’t exactly amber, but a mixture of many different colors on an amber palette. Oftentimes, from a distance, someone might gaze into her eyes only to have a flash of red or turquoise reflect back. While alluring, Teresa’s eyes have a sharp, defiant gaze to them like a bird of prey. This might be due to the fact that her eyes are curved slightly on the sides which gives them a naturally fierce look, and enhanced with the fact that her eyes have an intense and vivid color to them. Along with this, her eyes are bordered by a multitude of long, dark lashes that give off the effect that she is wearing heavy mascara and eyeliner, but when looked at closely, one can see that there are no clumps and that the color looks a more natural brownish-black than the artificial, oily liquid found in mascara. She has raven-black hair that ends at her waist with a silky sheen. There are faint orange-yellow highlights at the top, and she sometimes puts the hair in a braid, although she usually lets it flow freely.
Her physique can be described as domineering in a way. The way she walks and acts portrays a feeling of regality as she usually takes an assertive form with long strides with her head held high. She has a tendency to look people in the eye, often in an unnerving fashion, which some people have found to be perplexing and a bit scary. Her body, although elegant and slim, is made to seem more majestic and noble than delicate and pure. Teresa was made to give off the impression of female power with her imposing demeanor and stately appearance. She seems athletic and fit enough with seemingly toned muscles underneath also. Her face is an almond shape with well-defined cheekbones, vibrant scarlet lips, with her lidded, bold eyes. Her nose has a slight curve to it and is rather thin-nothing like a bull nose. It is slender and fits on her face quite well. Along with that, her lush skin doesn’t seem to have any blemishes on it, but a very small, brown mole that just seems like a dark freckle is under her eye, but that can hard to notice due to the fact that it is blocked by her long lashes. Her look is somewhat Indian or Middle Eastern, but then again, not. Teresa just doesn’t look like one definitive ethnicity, she could seem even Mediterranean to Hawaiian to maybe even Asian, but she doesn’t just totally fit the physical stereotype of belonging to a certain race. That is what makes her seem a bit unique as she could blend into many different ethnic locations in New York such as Chinatown, but then not really belong as she might not fit the total ‘Asian’ look that many people expect to see while in Chinatown.
As for Teresa’s clothes, well, her clothes choice reflects a vivid array of colors. She wears a bright scarf made with a variety colors. When she wears it, it is quite long, made of silky-cotton material and even when tied at the left side of her neck; it still flows down to her waist. The colors on it go from a tye-dyed turquoise-green that blends into a pulsating yellow that blends quickly into a maroon red, that turns to dark indigo which turns back into turquoise, and the whole cycle repeats. She wears a regular black tank top her body that fits her natural figure. Her tank top ends around the mid-stomach area and a portion of her skin is uncovered due to that. As for her bottom, she wears a red skirt made of soft cotton. It fits tightly on her waist first, but then the skirt loosely flows down to her knees. Many shiny sequins are placed on it. These sequins are usually orange, purple, and green and are placed at the bottom (the edges) of the skirt. Also, sequins are just scatted along her dress. As for her feet, Teresa covers them in black, velvety-leather boots that almost reach her knees.
Personality:
Teresa can be described as many different things, but her character mostly reflects that of a somewhat solitary, skeptical person that acts a bit conceited in a way. She has a bit of contempt for human society after seeing the poverty of the big cities and in the news, war. For some reason that she cannot fathom, she is against humans fighting. Much of it, she sees, is just due to often trivial causes, and when the cause is justified, often the justification loses its purpose when the war begins and people lose sight of their original goals. There really is no noble war in Teresa’s eyes, for always crimes are committed by both sides and often humans die as random canon-fodder for a supposedly ‘better good’. This has made her a bit detached from human society as she tends to see the bad things more than the good. This does not make her hate humans though. She does not hate random human beings or individuals for oftentimes, it is only human intuition that causes them to do misdeeds, but what she does hate is what human society does on a grand scale such as war, crime, and hate. This has her conflicted for humans themselves aren’t exactly ‘horrible, horrible’ but the society they are a part of is imperfect, impractical, and does make stupid, selfish decisions. For the most part, she has just decided to accept human beings as imperfect and does acknowledge that society has created some benefits for people so it isn’t wholly bad. Yet, she still remains a bit distant from others due to this, rather liking to be an observer to a spectacle rather than participating with the mob.
She has learned enough from humans that telling them these things will lead to rather negative responses, unless they were close to her in the beginning to sort of understand her views. Thus, she often keeps these views to herself and portray herself as a more moderate person on the outside, unless she is with Kou or someone else close to her who knows her true nature and wouldn’t mind debating or listening to her thoughts about humanity, life, and the world. She is also a big skeptic, not totally trusting other people’s ideas or people in general. She usually thinks out everything abut the other person’s idea and if is true or not. While she isn’t exactly trusting of others due to her views that people might just be nice to her just for the sake of being nice, she has a few people she feels she can rely on and can stand her. Teresa is also quite stubborn and likes to use her ideas over that of others if she thinks the latter’s idea isn’t as good as hers. This rather contradicts her so-called pacifist idealism, and she guesses that it is just because she is human that she contradicts herself and although she tries to be more flexible with others, it just doesn’t work out. This also makes her seem a bit conceited, but often, the plans she proposes are better than others, and she will stick up to defend her side; providing often too many facts along with being extremely intense about her ideas that it drives her opponents crazy and want to agree with her in order for the crazy bird to calm down. While she is strong-willed, she also has a nicer side to her and tends to give candy to children or other people she deems to have ‘pure hearts’.
In a sense, she does embody the feminine power she displays as she is forceful and somewhat uses eloquent language, but in other ways, she really is not. While she is uncompromising with her ideas, she isn’t exactly an insane, mean machine of a person to talk to. While she does portray an intense, rather rude demeanor, it doesn’t mean that she wouldn’t want to try new things out and often, she likes to do things that are well out of what humans would like to do. She likes to walk in rain without an umbrella to simply enjoy the feeling of water on her and browsing through crowded streets just to see different sorts of people. Yes, she is stubborn and resolute, but will open up to people who don’t try to pretend to like her and if someone is truly curious about her (in a nice way), she will open up. Along with this, she doesn’t like to sugarcoat many things, since she doesn’t exactly get why people have to, but experiences in the human world have taught her that oftentimes it is better to do that in order to avoid fights, but she tries to be as truthful as possible.
Origin:
There was nothing.
She felt empty both on the inside and out. Inside of her was a void, an abyss of nothingness. Broken pieces that could not fit together shattered glass that no longer fit into a definite shape. She was alone, unfamiliar to herself and her surrounding.
Groggily, her sense began to fit back together and she faintly felt the trickling of something on her body. It wasn’t slimy or exactly wet, but peaceful and oddly familiar. Like liquid velvet, it jumped on her skin and quietly rolled down her skin and onto the floor.
Somewhat cold, yet comforting, the thin sheet of translucent cloth enveloped her body.
A warm sigh passed through her mouth. It was a blanket, a small protection from the unknown.
She decided to peek at the source of comfort only to have a single waterdrop splatter on her eyelashes.
So it was raining.
No yelp of surprise was heard, and instead, she lay silent gazing at the grey array of clouds in the sky. Maybe she should get up and do something, but then she didn’t know what do to. Nothing could be vividly recalled from her memory and although she thought that she was supposed to feel cold from the rain, she didn’t. A quiet warmth was in her body and somehow, it made the stormy atmosphere seem less turbulent and calmer.
Was this how it was supposed to be here? To lie in the rain on a cold day and just stare at the scenery as the water poured onto your body and hair? To be relaxed by the gentle sway of the rustling trees or by the swish-swash of water gently flowing from over-laden leafs onto the hard concrete?
She thought not. Her eyes flung their gaze from the desolate street of green trees and empty houses to her body. Something didn’t feel right. Was so much of her skin supposed to be showing? Something felt wrong here, as if it weren’t meant to be, as if she wasn’t allowed to show so much flesh or that she might have felt…ashamed if someone saw her like this.
Her thoughts were confirmed when she felt something or someone looking at her and as she turned to the direction of where the leer was coming from; she felt a sudden sense of embarrassment. The random stranger’s expression did not help as his eyes suddenly widened and then his shock turned to a sort of grim look. Disgust maybe?
He approached her, and as she noticed, he was equally as wet despite the fact that he was wearing some ill-fitting outfit.
He didn’t seem like he even wanted to be near her and his overall attitude seemed like he was just revolted at her sight. Was it because she wasn’t clothed?
Anyways, whatever it was, it made him have a bad impression of her, and she sort of figured that sullen looks on people’s faces did not mean anything good.
She was half-right.
“The church is closed for today,” he said to her, having disdain in his voice. His mouth clenched after his words and she realized that he didn’t seem to be as old as he looked from a distance. His clothes were leathery and black…like a bat…but his whole face seemed young. A bit sullen, thin, gaunt, but young nevertheless. With pale cheekbones and long lashes, he didn’t seem as tough as he pretended to be. Nevertheless, he seemed a bit intimidating as he was looking down on her as she was lying on the ground. His eyes were piercing but trembling as well, as if it was taking him all his strength to look at her naked body.
“Church?” she replied to his statement. The word did not connect to anything she had known before.
The man looked a bit surprised, or even more surprised and aghast than he already was, seeing that he was talking to a naked woman on the floor. “There is a church,” he said, blushing slightly at her body and looking away, probably a bit embarrassed at staring at her. He pointed to something behind her and she stood up to take a better look at what he was talking about. Realizing that he was pointing to a large building decorated by that seemed to be windows made of colored glass, she soon realized that this was a ‘church’.
“Saint Teresa’s,” the boy next to her said in a dulled voice. “Too bad it’s closed today.”
With that, he started to turn around, heading toward a thing that she did not recognize. It was a sleek thing...like an animal, with a sort of shiny black and red coating on it. Two little antlers stuck out from the top, and she would have looked at it in fascination if not the fact that the boy was walking away and the only information she got was from him.
“Wait,” she yelled after him, and he stopped, having a dreaded look on his face like he wanted to avoid her…but didn’t for some strange reason.
“What?” he said, trying to ignore the fact that whoever was talking to him was as naked as the day she was born, with long, streaming hair whose long strands covered bits of her face. If it wasn’t for her sharp voice and intense gaze-strange for someone like her, then he would have left.
“Where am I?” she asked, vividly looking at her surroundings, a bit dazed at the street.
“Are you kidding me?” his voice trembling, a bit scared at who the heck he was dealing with, “I thought you were just some sort of shady person doing illegal business, but next time that you try to sell your..self, get the street name or something. Even better, don’t come to church naked and start demanding their free food.”
She fingered her hair. “What business?” she asked accusingly, not realizing what he was obviously referring to, as naked ladies in desolate streets...well…meant less that modest means of business. Also, that tone she held herself was almost snobbish; it was like she was accusing him of doing something horrible while it was the other way around…right?
The boy looked back at her, “You don’t know?”
Her eyes looked at his expectantly as if expecting, no demanding, a legitimate explanation to come. Then, when none came, her piercing look softened and she looked at him sadly, “I’m lost…” Her voice trailed off and she stayed silent.
He looked at her, maybe she wasn’t some sort of bum that slept on the streets and really had no clue what she was doing. “Me too,” he said sadly. A tear ran down his porcelain cheek and he didn’t know whether he was crying because he had no where to go or that he was just stuck for a bigger trouble than he wanted to have or maybe because the free dinner at church was gone for today.
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Teresa became Teresa after taking in the name of the place she was found, Saint Teresa, who by the black-haired boy (named Kou) was described as a person of compassion and sympathy. While Teresa wasn’t exactly a totally ‘compassionate person’, it was something to be strived for and embodied what was given to her on her arrival-sympathy.
Well…it wasn’t total sympathy on behalf of Kou who would have better liked to have just taken off on his motorcycle than take in a nude woman. He had first planned to take her to a shelter and then leave, but plans usually don’t go as planned. The first problem he encountered was that Teresa was naked and that if he was going to take her to the shelter, he would be questioned for a long time and then he might have to give his name, address, and all the goody information that he wanted no one to find out for who knows what would happen to him when the authorities found out that he was an underage teenager running away from home. Along with that, it became apparent that he would not like a naked lady to sit on his new motorcycle, and the two of them wouldn’t fit due to the fact that he had put a ton of bags (his possessions) on the back. Finally, they just walked under the roof of some abandoned warehouse where Kou gave some clothes and decided not to look at the older woman as she dressed. He was going to leave and give her with directions to the shelter when he realized that, she was wearing his clothes and those same clothes contained some money he hid around his possessions in case one or two were stolen (if he put it all in one place and then lost it, well he would be screwed, wouldn’t he?).
So he didn’t let her leave, and because she wouldn’t change clothing and thought Kou would leave her if she did, the two stayed together and an unusual relationship has formed. While at first, Kou wanted to leave Teresa who he thought was a complete crazy woman and was only staying with her because she had some of his money, he has come to view her as an elder sister-type figure. They spent the first night in an abandoned warehouse, with Kou deciding to take the money from Teresa’s pocket when she fell asleep, only to fall asleep first. While Teresa didn’t know what these ‘useless pieces of green’ were, she had a feeling that Kou was lying when he said that they were just ‘things used to clean the face and throw on the ground’. Later, when Kou took her to Saint Teresa’s Cathedral the next day, as the church served food to the poor, Teresa came to notice that people traded the funny paper back bills for items. While she came to view Kou first with skepticism-as some sort of adolescent, selfish boy, she later became very trusting towards him as time moved on. And Kou has realized that it isn’t the best thing to trick her as she went on a loud rant on how he was not supposed to have tricked her. It was just pure luck that they have been together, and while Kou was at first adamant about her, he later realized that she had amnesia, and has tried to help her cope with the world.
While Kou seems to be a bit tricky and sly at first to get rid of Teresa, he really is a serious person at heart with strong morals. Often he acts as a mediator to Teresa’s stubbornness and in a sense; he is a child but an adult at the same time. Often, he does not act as a normal, easygoing teen, and he wants the independence and freedom associated with adulthood. He has his few childish outbursts, but that is all. Both he and Teresa share a brother-to-sister bond and still, even now after they earned money, they frequently pretend to be starving siblings in an attempt to raid soup kitchens for a free meal or two. Kou, does care about Teresa, despite being selfish and cheap, and on a risky attempt, took her to the hospital in order to check if there was anything wrong with her (especially diseases), but when none were to be found, he felt a bit safer and a whole lot relieved that he wasn’t going to get some sort of debilitating disease from drinking from the same cup as her. Along with this, it proved that Teresa was healthy, which was another positive piece of news.
In the beginning, while Kou was trying to leave Teresa behind, Teresa refused and stuck on the poor boy like glue as he had a ‘moral responsibility’ to take care of her as he was the first person she met. He finally gave up and realized that it would be hard to leave her on an emotional basis too, despite the fact that she is dominant and haughty, like his parents who were the people he left behind. Despite that, he has realized that she does care for him as a little brother and often gives him more food once she learned the term of a ‘growing child’. They currently live in a culturally diverse neighborhood a little ways from Chinatown, in an apartment complex where the toilet does not flush on the third floor. While the two are close and take up odd jobs-like working at a small Korean mart near their home, they do not know much about each other. Teresa’s case can be explained by her amnesia while Kou doesn’t want to talk much about his past, and Teresa only knows that he is of Asian-descent and knows too much information about old, dead German philosophers than the average teen his age. Kou seems to be well-educated and somehow obtained a nice, expensive motorcycle that the two travel on. Teresa does not question him about it, but has a feeling that Kou couldn’t have stolen it due to his cautiousness and moral nature. So, she says nothing, and both look more toward the future, not past.
Miscellaneous: Despite being drawn close to heat, Teresa also likes rain as it has a subtle, soothing affect on her as it quenches horrible fires, and while rainy days are often dreary, she likes them anyways as water does give life. She also is traumatized by burning houses-even those of people she doesn't know, maybe (as she thinks) due to a past event, but she can’t put her finger on it. It doesn’t mean she’ll go around screaming, but Teresa will do a double-take and have a sickened feeling for basically the rest of the day if she sees a burning apartment or house.
She enjoys looking at little children, for they (in her eyes), are the ones with 'pure hearts'.
Aura:
Teresa’s aura is quite subtle. Her body, at most times, is warm, so cold weather doesn’t affect her as much. Well, only in moderate cold can she still feel warm, for Teresa is not exempt from a blizzard and cannot go around walking naked like a heat machine in snow. This just allows her to wear less clothing and maybe feel unaffected by rain. She doesn’t cause any weather changes around her like causing the air around her to be warmer. What she does is ‘give off’ is an impression of warmness to the people around her. Not as in physical heat warm, but as nice tingling sensation in the heart that makes people feel more content and calm on the inside. It doesn’t mean that it will change a person’s mood from angry to happy outright, but maybe make them feel a little bit better, sort of like a piece of good luck-not dramatically affecting people’s lives, but something nice to have anyways. People have to be closer to her than arm distance and it could only be truly felt if someone touches her. Also, people that have been around her for quite awhile are not really affected by this a lot-meaning if they’re close to her all the time, they won’t feel happy and giddy. Its like they’ve been immune to her effect, but occasionally, they will feel a sort of contentment when touching her.
Teresa’s aura is a light gold and faintly envelopes her body, but if another legendary is near, two folded wings made of iridescent red that seems to have feathers made of other colors as well and turquoise-green appear. They appear faintly and are almost faded. Her tattoo appears on her back, and starts around the middle of her shoulder blades. The tattoo isn’t totally big, only as big as two child hands’ (by a fairly small, 4 year-old) placed on Teresa’s back. The tattoo is the shape of two outstretched wings that curve to the center. The two wings are in a sort of circle shape and try to look like they are touching. Both wings are a black color and resemble the outline of Ho-oh’s wings. They sort of look like old, Egyptian hieroglyphics placed on Teresa’s back.
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Name: Teresa
Legendary: Ho-oh
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Description:
Teresa looks rather exotic, to say the least. Despite being in New York, a large cultural mixing pot of America, Teresa still manages a foreign look which makes her look a bit outlandish, yet striking. Standing around 5’7, she has shapely build and pleasing frame. Along with her long legs and slender arms, she has well-formed, elegant fingers like that of a pianist’s. Her skin is a soft golden brown, not a dark, earthen brown, but a color most apparent in people from the Middle East and maybe Asia. These features are not exactly what make her so unusual. What makes her seem so extraordinary and stand out from the crowd are her amber eyes. Her eyes are the color of a fireish gold color, with fluent specks of color melted in between. These specks are a rainbow of colors, usually bright and brilliant that range from a vivid red to a dazzling shade of turquoise. Although small, these specks blend into her amber irises, giving off the effect that her eyes aren’t exactly amber, but a mixture of many different colors on an amber palette. Oftentimes, from a distance, someone might gaze into her eyes only to have a flash of red or turquoise reflect back. While alluring, Teresa’s eyes have a sharp, defiant gaze to them like a bird of prey. This might be due to the fact that her eyes are curved slightly on the sides which gives them a naturally fierce look, and enhanced with the fact that her eyes have an intense and vivid color to them. Along with this, her eyes are bordered by a multitude of long, dark lashes that give off the effect that she is wearing heavy mascara and eyeliner, but when looked at closely, one can see that there are no clumps and that the color looks a more natural brownish-black than the artificial, oily liquid found in mascara. She has raven-black hair that ends at her waist with a silky sheen. There are faint orange-yellow highlights at the top, and she sometimes puts the hair in a braid, although she usually lets it flow freely.
Her physique can be described as domineering in a way. The way she walks and acts portrays a feeling of regality as she usually takes an assertive form with long strides with her head held high. She has a tendency to look people in the eye, often in an unnerving fashion, which some people have found to be perplexing and a bit scary. Her body, although elegant and slim, is made to seem more majestic and noble than delicate and pure. Teresa was made to give off the impression of female power with her imposing demeanor and stately appearance. She seems athletic and fit enough with seemingly toned muscles underneath also. Her face is an almond shape with well-defined cheekbones, vibrant scarlet lips, with her lidded, bold eyes. Her nose has a slight curve to it and is rather thin-nothing like a bull nose. It is slender and fits on her face quite well. Along with that, her lush skin doesn’t seem to have any blemishes on it, but a very small, brown mole that just seems like a dark freckle is under her eye, but that can hard to notice due to the fact that it is blocked by her long lashes. Her look is somewhat Indian or Middle Eastern, but then again, not. Teresa just doesn’t look like one definitive ethnicity, she could seem even Mediterranean to Hawaiian to maybe even Asian, but she doesn’t just totally fit the physical stereotype of belonging to a certain race. That is what makes her seem a bit unique as she could blend into many different ethnic locations in New York such as Chinatown, but then not really belong as she might not fit the total ‘Asian’ look that many people expect to see while in Chinatown.
As for Teresa’s clothes, well, her clothes choice reflects a vivid array of colors. She wears a bright scarf made with a variety colors. When she wears it, it is quite long, made of silky-cotton material and even when tied at the left side of her neck; it still flows down to her waist. The colors on it go from a tye-dyed turquoise-green that blends into a pulsating yellow that blends quickly into a maroon red, that turns to dark indigo which turns back into turquoise, and the whole cycle repeats. She wears a regular black tank top her body that fits her natural figure. Her tank top ends around the mid-stomach area and a portion of her skin is uncovered due to that. As for her bottom, she wears a red skirt made of soft cotton. It fits tightly on her waist first, but then the skirt loosely flows down to her knees. Many shiny sequins are placed on it. These sequins are usually orange, purple, and green and are placed at the bottom (the edges) of the skirt. Also, sequins are just scatted along her dress. As for her feet, Teresa covers them in black, velvety-leather boots that almost reach her knees.
Personality:
Teresa can be described as many different things, but her character mostly reflects that of a somewhat solitary, skeptical person that acts a bit conceited in a way. She has a bit of contempt for human society after seeing the poverty of the big cities and in the news, war. For some reason that she cannot fathom, she is against humans fighting. Much of it, she sees, is just due to often trivial causes, and when the cause is justified, often the justification loses its purpose when the war begins and people lose sight of their original goals. There really is no noble war in Teresa’s eyes, for always crimes are committed by both sides and often humans die as random canon-fodder for a supposedly ‘better good’. This has made her a bit detached from human society as she tends to see the bad things more than the good. This does not make her hate humans though. She does not hate random human beings or individuals for oftentimes, it is only human intuition that causes them to do misdeeds, but what she does hate is what human society does on a grand scale such as war, crime, and hate. This has her conflicted for humans themselves aren’t exactly ‘horrible, horrible’ but the society they are a part of is imperfect, impractical, and does make stupid, selfish decisions. For the most part, she has just decided to accept human beings as imperfect and does acknowledge that society has created some benefits for people so it isn’t wholly bad. Yet, she still remains a bit distant from others due to this, rather liking to be an observer to a spectacle rather than participating with the mob.
She has learned enough from humans that telling them these things will lead to rather negative responses, unless they were close to her in the beginning to sort of understand her views. Thus, she often keeps these views to herself and portray herself as a more moderate person on the outside, unless she is with Kou or someone else close to her who knows her true nature and wouldn’t mind debating or listening to her thoughts about humanity, life, and the world. She is also a big skeptic, not totally trusting other people’s ideas or people in general. She usually thinks out everything abut the other person’s idea and if is true or not. While she isn’t exactly trusting of others due to her views that people might just be nice to her just for the sake of being nice, she has a few people she feels she can rely on and can stand her. Teresa is also quite stubborn and likes to use her ideas over that of others if she thinks the latter’s idea isn’t as good as hers. This rather contradicts her so-called pacifist idealism, and she guesses that it is just because she is human that she contradicts herself and although she tries to be more flexible with others, it just doesn’t work out. This also makes her seem a bit conceited, but often, the plans she proposes are better than others, and she will stick up to defend her side; providing often too many facts along with being extremely intense about her ideas that it drives her opponents crazy and want to agree with her in order for the crazy bird to calm down. While she is strong-willed, she also has a nicer side to her and tends to give candy to children or other people she deems to have ‘pure hearts’.
In a sense, she does embody the feminine power she displays as she is forceful and somewhat uses eloquent language, but in other ways, she really is not. While she is uncompromising with her ideas, she isn’t exactly an insane, mean machine of a person to talk to. While she does portray an intense, rather rude demeanor, it doesn’t mean that she wouldn’t want to try new things out and often, she likes to do things that are well out of what humans would like to do. She likes to walk in rain without an umbrella to simply enjoy the feeling of water on her and browsing through crowded streets just to see different sorts of people. Yes, she is stubborn and resolute, but will open up to people who don’t try to pretend to like her and if someone is truly curious about her (in a nice way), she will open up. Along with this, she doesn’t like to sugarcoat many things, since she doesn’t exactly get why people have to, but experiences in the human world have taught her that oftentimes it is better to do that in order to avoid fights, but she tries to be as truthful as possible.
Origin:
There was nothing.
She felt empty both on the inside and out. Inside of her was a void, an abyss of nothingness. Broken pieces that could not fit together shattered glass that no longer fit into a definite shape. She was alone, unfamiliar to herself and her surrounding.
Groggily, her sense began to fit back together and she faintly felt the trickling of something on her body. It wasn’t slimy or exactly wet, but peaceful and oddly familiar. Like liquid velvet, it jumped on her skin and quietly rolled down her skin and onto the floor.
Somewhat cold, yet comforting, the thin sheet of translucent cloth enveloped her body.
A warm sigh passed through her mouth. It was a blanket, a small protection from the unknown.
She decided to peek at the source of comfort only to have a single waterdrop splatter on her eyelashes.
So it was raining.
No yelp of surprise was heard, and instead, she lay silent gazing at the grey array of clouds in the sky. Maybe she should get up and do something, but then she didn’t know what do to. Nothing could be vividly recalled from her memory and although she thought that she was supposed to feel cold from the rain, she didn’t. A quiet warmth was in her body and somehow, it made the stormy atmosphere seem less turbulent and calmer.
Was this how it was supposed to be here? To lie in the rain on a cold day and just stare at the scenery as the water poured onto your body and hair? To be relaxed by the gentle sway of the rustling trees or by the swish-swash of water gently flowing from over-laden leafs onto the hard concrete?
She thought not. Her eyes flung their gaze from the desolate street of green trees and empty houses to her body. Something didn’t feel right. Was so much of her skin supposed to be showing? Something felt wrong here, as if it weren’t meant to be, as if she wasn’t allowed to show so much flesh or that she might have felt…ashamed if someone saw her like this.
Her thoughts were confirmed when she felt something or someone looking at her and as she turned to the direction of where the leer was coming from; she felt a sudden sense of embarrassment. The random stranger’s expression did not help as his eyes suddenly widened and then his shock turned to a sort of grim look. Disgust maybe?
He approached her, and as she noticed, he was equally as wet despite the fact that he was wearing some ill-fitting outfit.
He didn’t seem like he even wanted to be near her and his overall attitude seemed like he was just revolted at her sight. Was it because she wasn’t clothed?
Anyways, whatever it was, it made him have a bad impression of her, and she sort of figured that sullen looks on people’s faces did not mean anything good.
She was half-right.
“The church is closed for today,” he said to her, having disdain in his voice. His mouth clenched after his words and she realized that he didn’t seem to be as old as he looked from a distance. His clothes were leathery and black…like a bat…but his whole face seemed young. A bit sullen, thin, gaunt, but young nevertheless. With pale cheekbones and long lashes, he didn’t seem as tough as he pretended to be. Nevertheless, he seemed a bit intimidating as he was looking down on her as she was lying on the ground. His eyes were piercing but trembling as well, as if it was taking him all his strength to look at her naked body.
“Church?” she replied to his statement. The word did not connect to anything she had known before.
The man looked a bit surprised, or even more surprised and aghast than he already was, seeing that he was talking to a naked woman on the floor. “There is a church,” he said, blushing slightly at her body and looking away, probably a bit embarrassed at staring at her. He pointed to something behind her and she stood up to take a better look at what he was talking about. Realizing that he was pointing to a large building decorated by that seemed to be windows made of colored glass, she soon realized that this was a ‘church’.
“Saint Teresa’s,” the boy next to her said in a dulled voice. “Too bad it’s closed today.”
With that, he started to turn around, heading toward a thing that she did not recognize. It was a sleek thing...like an animal, with a sort of shiny black and red coating on it. Two little antlers stuck out from the top, and she would have looked at it in fascination if not the fact that the boy was walking away and the only information she got was from him.
“Wait,” she yelled after him, and he stopped, having a dreaded look on his face like he wanted to avoid her…but didn’t for some strange reason.
“What?” he said, trying to ignore the fact that whoever was talking to him was as naked as the day she was born, with long, streaming hair whose long strands covered bits of her face. If it wasn’t for her sharp voice and intense gaze-strange for someone like her, then he would have left.
“Where am I?” she asked, vividly looking at her surroundings, a bit dazed at the street.
“Are you kidding me?” his voice trembling, a bit scared at who the heck he was dealing with, “I thought you were just some sort of shady person doing illegal business, but next time that you try to sell your..self, get the street name or something. Even better, don’t come to church naked and start demanding their free food.”
She fingered her hair. “What business?” she asked accusingly, not realizing what he was obviously referring to, as naked ladies in desolate streets...well…meant less that modest means of business. Also, that tone she held herself was almost snobbish; it was like she was accusing him of doing something horrible while it was the other way around…right?
The boy looked back at her, “You don’t know?”
Her eyes looked at his expectantly as if expecting, no demanding, a legitimate explanation to come. Then, when none came, her piercing look softened and she looked at him sadly, “I’m lost…” Her voice trailed off and she stayed silent.
He looked at her, maybe she wasn’t some sort of bum that slept on the streets and really had no clue what she was doing. “Me too,” he said sadly. A tear ran down his porcelain cheek and he didn’t know whether he was crying because he had no where to go or that he was just stuck for a bigger trouble than he wanted to have or maybe because the free dinner at church was gone for today.
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Teresa became Teresa after taking in the name of the place she was found, Saint Teresa, who by the black-haired boy (named Kou) was described as a person of compassion and sympathy. While Teresa wasn’t exactly a totally ‘compassionate person’, it was something to be strived for and embodied what was given to her on her arrival-sympathy.
Well…it wasn’t total sympathy on behalf of Kou who would have better liked to have just taken off on his motorcycle than take in a nude woman. He had first planned to take her to a shelter and then leave, but plans usually don’t go as planned. The first problem he encountered was that Teresa was naked and that if he was going to take her to the shelter, he would be questioned for a long time and then he might have to give his name, address, and all the goody information that he wanted no one to find out for who knows what would happen to him when the authorities found out that he was an underage teenager running away from home. Along with that, it became apparent that he would not like a naked lady to sit on his new motorcycle, and the two of them wouldn’t fit due to the fact that he had put a ton of bags (his possessions) on the back. Finally, they just walked under the roof of some abandoned warehouse where Kou gave some clothes and decided not to look at the older woman as she dressed. He was going to leave and give her with directions to the shelter when he realized that, she was wearing his clothes and those same clothes contained some money he hid around his possessions in case one or two were stolen (if he put it all in one place and then lost it, well he would be screwed, wouldn’t he?).
So he didn’t let her leave, and because she wouldn’t change clothing and thought Kou would leave her if she did, the two stayed together and an unusual relationship has formed. While at first, Kou wanted to leave Teresa who he thought was a complete crazy woman and was only staying with her because she had some of his money, he has come to view her as an elder sister-type figure. They spent the first night in an abandoned warehouse, with Kou deciding to take the money from Teresa’s pocket when she fell asleep, only to fall asleep first. While Teresa didn’t know what these ‘useless pieces of green’ were, she had a feeling that Kou was lying when he said that they were just ‘things used to clean the face and throw on the ground’. Later, when Kou took her to Saint Teresa’s Cathedral the next day, as the church served food to the poor, Teresa came to notice that people traded the funny paper back bills for items. While she came to view Kou first with skepticism-as some sort of adolescent, selfish boy, she later became very trusting towards him as time moved on. And Kou has realized that it isn’t the best thing to trick her as she went on a loud rant on how he was not supposed to have tricked her. It was just pure luck that they have been together, and while Kou was at first adamant about her, he later realized that she had amnesia, and has tried to help her cope with the world.
While Kou seems to be a bit tricky and sly at first to get rid of Teresa, he really is a serious person at heart with strong morals. Often he acts as a mediator to Teresa’s stubbornness and in a sense; he is a child but an adult at the same time. Often, he does not act as a normal, easygoing teen, and he wants the independence and freedom associated with adulthood. He has his few childish outbursts, but that is all. Both he and Teresa share a brother-to-sister bond and still, even now after they earned money, they frequently pretend to be starving siblings in an attempt to raid soup kitchens for a free meal or two. Kou, does care about Teresa, despite being selfish and cheap, and on a risky attempt, took her to the hospital in order to check if there was anything wrong with her (especially diseases), but when none were to be found, he felt a bit safer and a whole lot relieved that he wasn’t going to get some sort of debilitating disease from drinking from the same cup as her. Along with this, it proved that Teresa was healthy, which was another positive piece of news.
In the beginning, while Kou was trying to leave Teresa behind, Teresa refused and stuck on the poor boy like glue as he had a ‘moral responsibility’ to take care of her as he was the first person she met. He finally gave up and realized that it would be hard to leave her on an emotional basis too, despite the fact that she is dominant and haughty, like his parents who were the people he left behind. Despite that, he has realized that she does care for him as a little brother and often gives him more food once she learned the term of a ‘growing child’. They currently live in a culturally diverse neighborhood a little ways from Chinatown, in an apartment complex where the toilet does not flush on the third floor. While the two are close and take up odd jobs-like working at a small Korean mart near their home, they do not know much about each other. Teresa’s case can be explained by her amnesia while Kou doesn’t want to talk much about his past, and Teresa only knows that he is of Asian-descent and knows too much information about old, dead German philosophers than the average teen his age. Kou seems to be well-educated and somehow obtained a nice, expensive motorcycle that the two travel on. Teresa does not question him about it, but has a feeling that Kou couldn’t have stolen it due to his cautiousness and moral nature. So, she says nothing, and both look more toward the future, not past.
Miscellaneous: Despite being drawn close to heat, Teresa also likes rain as it has a subtle, soothing affect on her as it quenches horrible fires, and while rainy days are often dreary, she likes them anyways as water does give life. She also is traumatized by burning houses-even those of people she doesn't know, maybe (as she thinks) due to a past event, but she can’t put her finger on it. It doesn’t mean she’ll go around screaming, but Teresa will do a double-take and have a sickened feeling for basically the rest of the day if she sees a burning apartment or house.
She enjoys looking at little children, for they (in her eyes), are the ones with 'pure hearts'.
Aura:
Teresa’s aura is quite subtle. Her body, at most times, is warm, so cold weather doesn’t affect her as much. Well, only in moderate cold can she still feel warm, for Teresa is not exempt from a blizzard and cannot go around walking naked like a heat machine in snow. This just allows her to wear less clothing and maybe feel unaffected by rain. She doesn’t cause any weather changes around her like causing the air around her to be warmer. What she does is ‘give off’ is an impression of warmness to the people around her. Not as in physical heat warm, but as nice tingling sensation in the heart that makes people feel more content and calm on the inside. It doesn’t mean that it will change a person’s mood from angry to happy outright, but maybe make them feel a little bit better, sort of like a piece of good luck-not dramatically affecting people’s lives, but something nice to have anyways. People have to be closer to her than arm distance and it could only be truly felt if someone touches her. Also, people that have been around her for quite awhile are not really affected by this a lot-meaning if they’re close to her all the time, they won’t feel happy and giddy. Its like they’ve been immune to her effect, but occasionally, they will feel a sort of contentment when touching her.
Teresa’s aura is a light gold and faintly envelopes her body, but if another legendary is near, two folded wings made of iridescent red that seems to have feathers made of other colors as well and turquoise-green appear. They appear faintly and are almost faded. Her tattoo appears on her back, and starts around the middle of her shoulder blades. The tattoo isn’t totally big, only as big as two child hands’ (by a fairly small, 4 year-old) placed on Teresa’s back. The tattoo is the shape of two outstretched wings that curve to the center. The two wings are in a sort of circle shape and try to look like they are touching. Both wings are a black color and resemble the outline of Ho-oh’s wings. They sort of look like old, Egyptian hieroglyphics placed on Teresa’s back.
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Cyber Robert
Shockingly Lovely
Well, I'm on my way to the world record. (Translation: Shoot, so close, well, I'm going to have to go back on my word, on the whole I said I would quit if I got pending one more time)
Thank you also for being patient with me. I must seem like a newbie to you, so I apologize about that as well. (Translation: Thank you also for being patient with me. I must seem like a newbie to you, so I apologize about that as well.)
I will fix up that personality (oh my mortal weakness, personality and description)
Thank you also for being patient with me. I must seem like a newbie to you, so I apologize about that as well. (Translation: Thank you also for being patient with me. I must seem like a newbie to you, so I apologize about that as well.)
I will fix up that personality (oh my mortal weakness, personality and description)
Manaphy Mare
1000 Words
I've edited, once again. I hope I've worked out all the kinks.
Mimori Kiryu
Well-Known Member
Hi Chris. I'd like to reserve a spot but I can't post an RP sample because I am on my iPhone at school. ^^; I will post one when I get out of school. I'd like to request Latias if I could. Thanks.
PokemonBreederChris
UnlimitedBlade Works
CyberBlastoise - Alright, contact me via this thread, VM, PM, etc etc when you are ready for me to take a look at the personality.
cdra1617 - Clarissa She is accepted.
Manaphy Mare - Take time, review your sign up, there was little changes, I saw that you revised the things that I asked, but not to a good extent.. There are still the errors I pointed out that did not change at all. Spend more than five minutes going through the Sign Up. Take your time. Review it to make sure things are perfect. Since you closed the deal, I'll have to give you your third pending. Contact me again when you take your time, look through your Sign Up once more; and be sure to fix the things I talked about. Add on to your Origin, it is too vague and short. Take what I said to Cyber Blastoise, about personality, use that. I can see that you want to join this RPG, but I do not see much effort in your post.
For one thing, you still have "mother-figure" but in Origin you have "reminded about younger brother" and she still adopts him. I don't see sufficient enough changes. Please review, take your time, and tell me when you are ready for your last review. Last time you said that you were ready for a review when I gave you two-three days to revise. You responded in roughly six hours since I gave you that pending, six hours is a fourth of a day, you had much more time to work on your sign up in that regard. Sorry, but you still are pending.
Mimori Kiryu - Glad to see you are interested, however officially I cannot reserve you unless an RPG sample is present. That and, Greywolf123 PMed me earlier requesting Latias for a new reservation of five days. If he fails to complete the reservation within the five days, Latias will be open again.
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Setzer? Interesting name. The "Candy Fields" Pass, no complaints.
Quite some filler in this paragraph that weren't necessarily needed for description; such as the ability to purify water; that is more miscellaneous or Aura. The pretzel stick comment also seemed it would go more into miscellaneous. There were habits that belonged more in personality as well. Else this paragraph of description: Acceptable.
Clothing description appropriate.
I always consider the second outfit more "filler," unless there are enough paragraphs to describe the physique beyond the clothing. However you have the required length for description, with vivid enough description.
Interesting personality, I can see it well into this "Game," that he is signed up for.
Personality, acceptable.
Personality acceptable, again, though tigers - a bit random.
Well, about Hentai....its the cartoon version of "viewing people in the act of close close intimacy." There are lesser versions of this, that still hold "naked people." Hentai's just one of those extremes. Example however appropriate.
How he awoke in there...naked?, is the true question. Stores are public places, perhaps have him wake in a more discreet place in the, perhaps an aisle no one would ever visit? Behind the "folds" of the "Adult's Only" section? There are many areas within a store of retail that sells electronic gaming and electronic gaming accessories.
I would have to say, put the questions you have in italics, it helps clarify the thoughts unless you put something like "He thought..." Origin is good so far.
Well, the Origin is starting to get superficial now. I understand the action that you are placing between Setzer and the store's clerk, I take it. The interaction doesn't feel as "real" as it should. It isn't as "eye-catchy" as it should be.
Here is an example to what I mean. When she told him to put the clothes on, she simply only "said." I think said should be changed to an exchange with more reaction to it. She should be startled, intimidated, embarrassed, angry, or whatever emotion she, the clerk, would associate with this event.
Then she goes into laughing at him? After collecting conveniently the clothing materials Setzer needed? I can see a giggle or three coming from her at his ignorance with clothes, as when things such as that occur, one would not know how to emote to it, and thus laughter comes. Still, I think Setzer should be 'removed' a little from the customer areas of the store, perhaps after a clever exchange of dialogue, have the clerk, Nicole, move him to a backroom for storage. There could be any or all the clothes he needs too.
Thus game SetZer, name of Kingdom Hearts 2. Though, to be honest. Kingdom Hearts 2 is kind of outdated in retail stores now. I know not the origin of the true Setzer, but I can see perhaps a promotion from Kingdom Hearts materials, the game itself, is stretching it. They could be having a Kingdom Hearts event perhaps at the store, or well, some stores have a collection of demos one can play in a waiting area; that could be the location of the Kingdom Hearts 2. Though I am not to be too technical in writing.
The job offer, I found too superficial. Hiring takes a lot of legal junk. Free games too, working at those stores, the customers are lucky to get discounts of roughly around 15%. Game stores aren't really dumps, like comic stores, like clothing boutiques, there's always a crowd that hangs out in there. Perhaps have a "deal" worked out more on him helping with Nicole's shift. So he'd be unofficially working her, or well, the careless boss scenario can do wonders too. There's the whole "paying under the table" ordeal too, which is working beneath the eye of the government, salary-wise.
Where does Nicole live? He lives in an alleyway, Nicole didn't offer him room and board?
Throughout your sign up, you had things that would of been better placed here. Else this is a very very brief summary to the origin of his name.
For the Aura, I do not understand the "rippling of water." Rippling is due to vibrations within the water, or at the surface of the water; so he exerts some pressure that "disperses" the water to cause ripples, and the faster he goes, the more probable giant waves will sprout on both directions, like a Motor on a boat? I depicted a speed boat with these "ripples."
If that is what you meant, I find your Aura acceptable.
GenericUserName:
I find your Sign Up, sufficient in all sections except Origin. Origin needing minor changes. That being said, I am giving you a yellow accepted. Which is basically a pending, that needs little change. So please make the requested edits to your Origin, and than you are accepted. Therefore, I will hold onto Suicune for you, in hopes that you will get the edits completed.
Thank you for your interest.
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Alright, Terra, interesting name for Groudon.
Female, unique for Groudon's perceived character.
Thirteen, female, VERY creative, unique. I like this combination. It reminds me of a character I created, about seven or six years back. RAGE was 'her' name. Think a BIG Tauren trapped into the body of a 10 year old ritzy girl. This brought back fond memories. Let us see how you have played this out.
Starting off with description, the "somewhat shorter than you'd expect Groudon...." well, unneeded. We as the reader, already know this from the fields above. You do not need to state the obvious, in this matter if the reader already knows. Also, I know not, a girl who wouldn't care for her "gifts." Especially during puberty, it gives a lot of consciousness to the female. I know not from personal experience, but from what my female friends have said, so I cannot indulge in such a topic; but "not caring" is not really considered to be in description.
Also, Adamina? Who be that? A strange new name that is not Terra. Smaller, skinnier. The "er" part implies you've already stated measurements, and that it is more small and more skinny than that measurement. You made no measurement of the physique except saying it was smaller than one would expect Groudon to be. The Ruby skin, ruby is deep deep deep red, so that must mean her "deeply tanned" skin grows A LOT in color. I assume your put in this as reference to Groudon, but a sense of realism still needs to be considered. I personally would not want to walk around New York, Ruby-toned in skin color.
How is the boyish appearance supposedly a result of father-raising? "Blend in with the crowd"? so something that will be addressed in the Origin I hope.Ah wait, never mind. You have it written just beneath; however I find that more filler, and it doesn't really belong in description. With description, I find things sufficient, but things need to be better clarified.
The classic hot-fuse personality. Interesting, but perhaps is she wrathful? Or is this an innocent anger? Short Person Syndrome, interesting.
Not just hot-fussed, but a berserk. She thrashes out when confusion is afoot? Interesting. Though the Aura, hmmm. I must see to this.
So beyond the short-fuse, anger, she has the insecurity and fear of rejection, of loneliness. From your personality description though, I see her as something that won't let go if she does have a tie, that she'll in turn become wrathful toward the thing she latches onto, if they start to slip away. She seems controlling in that sense to keep the bonds that she has. That is what I see. Though it is unmentioned. Your personality is acceptable, with the few errors I saw.
I really enjoyed how you started off the Origin.
Alright so far.
Origin is doing alright.
Here is where it starts getting a little "iffy." She has the ability to cause tremors in the rocks?
Alright, I like your approach in the Origin, however, here, it feels "meh." He just casually, it seems, wanders in, to her, not caring about the instability of the cave. I think perhaps the "Rangers" could mention that the cavern was not safe, maybe there is a sign or some tape barring the cave off-limits. You should probably include that, for than the two "intruders" could be more cautious, maybe the other trying to tell the guy to run away, but the guy staying to "save" the girl, oblivious to the reason, which is the girl, that caused the tremors. This needs to be more "real" than just him wandering in, bracing himself, using his arms as a shield, and then gently touching her. I would suspect a hug maybe if he came to embrace her, as she was very very afraid. Embracing, human contact to that degree, calms many fears.
And here is the example of embrace I was talking about.
Good transition, I assume a medical team came to the rescue?
The origi--oh wait, no name discovered yet. In due time, in due time.
Good to see you gave occupation to the man, however, I'd find it more realistic if it was a medical vehicle, as I'd assume the man would of been injured from the falling rocks, and "Terra" as well, they'd need to check up on her some.
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Mimori Kiryu
Well-Known Member
I don't have five days to wait so just never mind about my reservation. I am about to go out of town anyway so sorry for bothering you about it.
The Black Glove
The Resident BAMF
Okay, I've fixed the issues and decided to go with your idea on the tremors for her aura. Also, I thought I should mention that the reason Demitri and Charles are up in the mountains is to study its Geology, so that's thier excuse for being in the mountains. I also made it a bit more realistic so Demitri's injuries are bigger, and made Charles a little smarter about them so they are headed for the hospital.
I'd also like to say that I'll be out of town for the next 2 days, so take your time in finding flaws. It's been awhile since I've gotten any hardcore critisism. Thanks!
I'd also like to say that I'll be out of town for the next 2 days, so take your time in finding flaws. It's been awhile since I've gotten any hardcore critisism. Thanks!
PokemonBreederChris
UnlimitedBlade Works
Mimori Kiryu - Alright, understood. If you wish to go for another, there's still many spots open!
The Black Glove - Alright, I found everything appropriate to the changes, so you are now ACCEPTED.
ACCEPTED!
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Candy fields, interesting name.
Very descriptive opening for your character. I envisioned her nicely to your words.
Interesting take on your character, very unique. The physique and facial features were written well.
Good description on the clothing. Your description was very well planned out, and vivid with imagery.
Interesting take on the psyche. Very deep, very creative.
So, she, a stranger, will give candy to children? ...awkward. Heh, kidding aside, I am enjoying your take on personality.
I found everything in your personality acceptable.
Your origin was acceptable, except this small point, that means nothing to hinder your story:
1. Taking to the hospital, if you are of the pauper class, is rather very difficult, as bills are very intense if you lack the health insurance. Hospitals like to rip people off. However there are also "community county" hospitals that are run by the local government, that are not as outfitted as the privately owned ones, but still allow some benefits to the pauper classes.
Misc. Section, acceptable.
Origin interesting, and acceptable. I love that warming feeling that you describe.
Nice description of the Aura.
.:Lemon Tea:. : I found your sign up, Acceptable. Your sign up was a fun read. Very unique, very creative.
ACCEPTED!
greywolf123
Well-Known Member
I would like to reserve Azelf if you don't mind! Got a nice character idea for him.
It was a cold clear day in Shinnoh, and that was jsut how he liked it. There wasn't much going on to be exact, it was pretty much clear skies and cold weather. The snow on the ground helped warm it up slightly, but other than that, it was barely about ten degrees. This to be honest was highly uncommon weather. The main reason for that simple fact was it wasn't blizzarding. In fact, it was a very nice day, if not for the frigid cold.
Such nice weather was wasted on him however, as he grumbled. He would have grumbled if it was a balmy 70 degree day with a nice warming sun. Roderick just grumbled whenever he had to walk anywhere. He didn't like walking, and walking though snow bundled up so tightly as to make it so you couldn't barely move, well, that just made it all the worse. His Pokemon weren't any help either, mainly because quite simply they were unsympathetic to his coldness.
His Glaceon of course, couldn't care less about the cold. She was out dancing and playing in the snow ahead of him, prompting him to grumble, and he knew that he couldn't really blame her for it. She'd first evolved her, she had good memories of this place, this route. Besides, at least she had a good time. His rapidash was no help either, as a fire type the cold rarely if ever bothered her. He was almost envious of that. Then again, he doubted he actually wanted to be a Pokemon.
His gear was rather ridiculous too, he had to admit. Snow shoes were about twice as big as necessary, though they did a wonderful job of keeping him above the snow, and he doubted he needed three different coats on, but it worked. He kept trudging down the snowy path, his Rapidash and Glaceon ahead of him, as he mumbed "So, this better be worth it." He was going out to meet someone, so he didn't want to waste his time meeting someone who would prove to be a complete waste of his time.
Such nice weather was wasted on him however, as he grumbled. He would have grumbled if it was a balmy 70 degree day with a nice warming sun. Roderick just grumbled whenever he had to walk anywhere. He didn't like walking, and walking though snow bundled up so tightly as to make it so you couldn't barely move, well, that just made it all the worse. His Pokemon weren't any help either, mainly because quite simply they were unsympathetic to his coldness.
His Glaceon of course, couldn't care less about the cold. She was out dancing and playing in the snow ahead of him, prompting him to grumble, and he knew that he couldn't really blame her for it. She'd first evolved her, she had good memories of this place, this route. Besides, at least she had a good time. His rapidash was no help either, as a fire type the cold rarely if ever bothered her. He was almost envious of that. Then again, he doubted he actually wanted to be a Pokemon.
His gear was rather ridiculous too, he had to admit. Snow shoes were about twice as big as necessary, though they did a wonderful job of keeping him above the snow, and he doubted he needed three different coats on, but it worked. He kept trudging down the snowy path, his Rapidash and Glaceon ahead of him, as he mumbed "So, this better be worth it." He was going out to meet someone, so he didn't want to waste his time meeting someone who would prove to be a complete waste of his time.
Mimori Kiryu
Well-Known Member
Okay, I'm back since greywolf has dropped Latias to reserve. :3 Here is my sample RP (albeit, it is quite OLD.)
Looking over the brilliant fields of grass and plains, along with the gorgeous sunshine, made the meadow in which the Chocobo’s lived a very beautiful place indeed. The girl whose eyes scanned the area with fierce determination, smiled at the quiet place. She had never really enjoyed battle and here, being one of the youngest doctors, was a place in which she could live away from the Mayakashi Military and not worry about the safety of the people around her. It was just a place that she could live peacefully with other people; help them to live out their lives as well. Not to mention, she loved Chocobo’s and healing them [and getting paid for it] wasn’t too bad at all.
The girl’s brown hair blew in the wind as she stood on a hill overlooking the Chocobo’s Plains and the small town in which she lived. Her home was probably gone, as was her family, but she knew that she couldn’t sit around on her butt and not to anything. She was a person of action and if she was ever going to get any justice for her younger brother, she had to press on forward and walk with her own two feet. Some people don’t have the ability to do whatever they want, but she does. She has two strong legs and like her father used to tell her everyday, she was finally getting up and using them to their fullest ability.
She jumped off the cliff to the mountain below and started to run as quick as she could. Her ten minute break was over and she had to get back to the hospital to check on her rounds as fast as she could. Not to mention, there was probably someone waiting for her to get back so she could heal them quickly and they could get on with their lives. Running barefoot was great in the plains. They had such soft grass and beautiful flowers that running through was so much fun. She only wished that more people had time to enjoy that simple pleasure, but with it being breeding season for the Chocobo’s, no one in the small town had anytime to do anything but care for their pets.
The girl simply sighed and ran up to the hospital door, dashing inside and under the bench. She heard several nurses yelling at her to stop running, but she knew that they wouldn’t try to challenge her to make her stop. She had to be the most powerful person in the town and no one would dare cross her. A girl could definitely get use to being feared by every person in town, including all the guys.
“Mycelia! What are you doing running through my hospital?!”
The girl, now known as the dangerous Mycelia, stopped in her tracks at the voice. Only one person dared to tell her to stop and that was the owner and main doctor of the minute hospital. It was him. Her crush and all out cute boy of the city. Ryuichi Daishi.
Mycelia turned to him, scratching her head in embarrassment. “You see, Ryu, I wasn’t actually running, I was actually trying to get to my shift at the healing center by walking really, really fast. I promise!”
Ryu, being of sound mind, knew that she was lying. He had known her for almost three years and he knew that she was trying to get out of something again. He rubbed his hand through his dark brown hair and sighed. Sometimes he really wondered if Mycelia was actually sixteen when she acted like a two year old. “Lying gets you nowhere, Mycelia. And I was your age once, you know. I know all the tricks about getting around and lying.”
Mycelia frowned. He wasn’t that much older than her. She assumed that three years gave people of a higher stature more to brag about. Something else that bothered her was that he had called her by her first full name twice. “Something wrong, Ryu? You called me by my full first name. Why?”
He sighed again, but revealed a smile this time. “No…nothing is wrong, Lia. I promise.”
She smiled. “Yay, that’s more like it!” Mycelia walked over and hugged him. “Remember, you can always talk to me when there is something wrong, right?”
Ryu nodded. “Yeah, now go ahead to the Healing Center. I think I’ve made you late again today.”
Mycelia backed up away from him and ran down the hall, winding the corner sharply. She smiled before she completely disappeared.
Ryu clutched an item in his pocket, feeling the clutch of the gun. He couldn’t do it, at least not today. But eventually, he would have to kill her and discover the True Magic that she wielded. Of course, Ryuichi Daishi had learned all of the tricks of the warriors who were against the Mayakashi Military and Mycelia Tomozaku was no different. He would kill her when she fully trusted him. That would take some time, but he would and could do it.
And afterward, he’d kill himself.
The girl’s brown hair blew in the wind as she stood on a hill overlooking the Chocobo’s Plains and the small town in which she lived. Her home was probably gone, as was her family, but she knew that she couldn’t sit around on her butt and not to anything. She was a person of action and if she was ever going to get any justice for her younger brother, she had to press on forward and walk with her own two feet. Some people don’t have the ability to do whatever they want, but she does. She has two strong legs and like her father used to tell her everyday, she was finally getting up and using them to their fullest ability.
She jumped off the cliff to the mountain below and started to run as quick as she could. Her ten minute break was over and she had to get back to the hospital to check on her rounds as fast as she could. Not to mention, there was probably someone waiting for her to get back so she could heal them quickly and they could get on with their lives. Running barefoot was great in the plains. They had such soft grass and beautiful flowers that running through was so much fun. She only wished that more people had time to enjoy that simple pleasure, but with it being breeding season for the Chocobo’s, no one in the small town had anytime to do anything but care for their pets.
The girl simply sighed and ran up to the hospital door, dashing inside and under the bench. She heard several nurses yelling at her to stop running, but she knew that they wouldn’t try to challenge her to make her stop. She had to be the most powerful person in the town and no one would dare cross her. A girl could definitely get use to being feared by every person in town, including all the guys.
“Mycelia! What are you doing running through my hospital?!”
The girl, now known as the dangerous Mycelia, stopped in her tracks at the voice. Only one person dared to tell her to stop and that was the owner and main doctor of the minute hospital. It was him. Her crush and all out cute boy of the city. Ryuichi Daishi.
Mycelia turned to him, scratching her head in embarrassment. “You see, Ryu, I wasn’t actually running, I was actually trying to get to my shift at the healing center by walking really, really fast. I promise!”
Ryu, being of sound mind, knew that she was lying. He had known her for almost three years and he knew that she was trying to get out of something again. He rubbed his hand through his dark brown hair and sighed. Sometimes he really wondered if Mycelia was actually sixteen when she acted like a two year old. “Lying gets you nowhere, Mycelia. And I was your age once, you know. I know all the tricks about getting around and lying.”
Mycelia frowned. He wasn’t that much older than her. She assumed that three years gave people of a higher stature more to brag about. Something else that bothered her was that he had called her by her first full name twice. “Something wrong, Ryu? You called me by my full first name. Why?”
He sighed again, but revealed a smile this time. “No…nothing is wrong, Lia. I promise.”
She smiled. “Yay, that’s more like it!” Mycelia walked over and hugged him. “Remember, you can always talk to me when there is something wrong, right?”
Ryu nodded. “Yeah, now go ahead to the Healing Center. I think I’ve made you late again today.”
Mycelia backed up away from him and ran down the hall, winding the corner sharply. She smiled before she completely disappeared.
Ryu clutched an item in his pocket, feeling the clutch of the gun. He couldn’t do it, at least not today. But eventually, he would have to kill her and discover the True Magic that she wielded. Of course, Ryuichi Daishi had learned all of the tricks of the warriors who were against the Mayakashi Military and Mycelia Tomozaku was no different. He would kill her when she fully trusted him. That would take some time, but he would and could do it.
And afterward, he’d kill himself.
PokemonBreederChris
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Mimori Kiryu - Alright, Latias reserved.
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GM Note: The first post will be updated momentarily! I've had a string of bad luck in every time I've attempted to update it, I've gotten a "Server Timed Out" browser, upon my Firefox. This will hopefully not haunt me throughout the RPG though!
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Mimori Kiryu - Latias - Reserved until February 12th, 10:52 pm EST
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Can I reserve Raikou?
Here's my sample. :3
Here's my sample. :3
Devan put down his fork with a sigh of content. He had finally finished his ravioli and was full to boot. Coming here was the best idea Pagumon had had in the time he had come to know him. Under the table, Pagumon had let off a small burp and felt content and full also. He had a bit of a hard time eating the pizza, considering he had no arms, but fought through his problem. Both their plates (or box, in the digimon's case) had looked like their meal hadn't even exsisted.
'Hoo boy, that was a good meal." Devan chimed, with a look of bliss on his face. Sadly, his soda didn't last long, because he drank all of it before his meal came. Looking for the waitress, he noticed a newcomer into the restaurant. He was sitting in a table a bit far from him and only had tea on his table, which he was currently sipping. Oddly enough, he had a trench coat on. Normally, that wouldn't seem weird to the boy, but it was fairly warm in the restaurant, and didn't see the need for one. Eh, to each his own, he thought.
After attending to the other patrons the waitress came to his table. "Would you like anything for dessert?" she asked. For our sepecials, we have Cream Puffs, Lemon Knot Cookies, and cheesecake, if you want our dessert menu, I can get it for you."
"No, that's no problem, I'll have the Lemon Knot Cookies, and the Cream Puffs." He said. "One of those things had better be mine." Pagumon thought, from under the table. The waitress nodded and left, soon to return with their dessert.
'Hoo boy, that was a good meal." Devan chimed, with a look of bliss on his face. Sadly, his soda didn't last long, because he drank all of it before his meal came. Looking for the waitress, he noticed a newcomer into the restaurant. He was sitting in a table a bit far from him and only had tea on his table, which he was currently sipping. Oddly enough, he had a trench coat on. Normally, that wouldn't seem weird to the boy, but it was fairly warm in the restaurant, and didn't see the need for one. Eh, to each his own, he thought.
After attending to the other patrons the waitress came to his table. "Would you like anything for dessert?" she asked. For our sepecials, we have Cream Puffs, Lemon Knot Cookies, and cheesecake, if you want our dessert menu, I can get it for you."
"No, that's no problem, I'll have the Lemon Knot Cookies, and the Cream Puffs." He said. "One of those things had better be mine." Pagumon thought, from under the table. The waitress nodded and left, soon to return with their dessert.
greywolf123
Well-Known Member
Well, as they say, here goes nothing.
Name: Roderick
Legendary: Azelf
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Description: To start off with Roderick's no muscled guy. He's pretty average as far as those kind of things are concerned, though he's more of a wiry kind of guy, not thick and beefy, but by no means weak. He won't be the strongest guy around, but he's no weakling. As well, he seems to walk with a purposeful stride, never just relaxing, but alway seeming to be going somewhere, doing something. Rare is the moment he's just waiting patiently.
Now for his hair. It is a dark brown color, a bit unkempt but always clean, and normally looking rather wind blown, as if he'd been flying down the road at high speed. Next, comes his eyes, one of his most striking features. They seem to peer into you, striking, piercing. They draw your attention that's for sure. The rest of his face is a kind, but strong, face, as if he's gone though a lot.
As for his torso, it's rather normal. Nothing stands out about it, he's not fat, or super skinny, just a normal. Though should he flex, he does seem to have a substantial amount of muscle on him, it nothing too extreme. He's fit, thin, and has very little showing any sort of scarring or other such things on his torso. His legs fit this bill too, though a bit thicker, as he tends to run everywhere. He's got a lot of endurance in him, and while that doesn't show much in his legs, that's normal.
Of course, there is clothing too. He can normally be seen in two kind of outfits, either his casual wear, or more formal attire, depending on his mood. Casual wear consists of polo and shorts, as he finds polo's to be very comfortable. Shorts are also what he prefers, even though it might be cold outside. If he's out on the road, or going somewhere for fun, this is the outfit you'll find him in.
If he's feeling like he wants to dress up, he'll probably be found in a full suit. He wears a black suit jacket, along with suit pants and a undershirt. This doesn't come out all that often, but if he's going to socialize amongst people, he sometimes likes to feel very well dressed, and nothing like a suit to give you some nuch needed confidence in your looks.
Regardless of outfit, you'll often find him with his fedora. Why did he chose a fedora, some might ask, and the main reason is he thought it looked good, and he likes to image himself all classy. The hat merely adds to that classy look in his mind, and its comfortable, so why not?
Personality: Roderick is a serious guy. That’s one of the first things you’ll find out about him and its most definitely something you’re going to notice if you deal with him. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a sense of humor by any means, but he simply doesn’t act in such a manner. While he may chuckle, or smile slightly at a joke, rarely will he be the one cracking them, at least around strangers.
This is key, as when he’s around people he feels he can trust, he shows a rather more sarcastic side. While he may say not much else but he thinks it’s a bad plan should he not know you, if he does know you, he’ll likely make a slightly cutting remark towards you. It’s never too bad, and often quite witty, however, most people don’t see this side of him. It’s something he rarely shows to anyone beyond his immediate circle of friends.
Another thing you will notice about him is that he’s determined. That's something that will come up, no matter what. To see him give up on a project, to wimp out, to give in, just doesn’t happen. He has the mental drive to push himself to near exhaustion, if he felt he had to. He doesn't normally, but he has once or twice pushed himself to the point of sheer physical collapse, though sheer mental fortitude. Don't get in a battle of wills against him lightly. He will not lose such a battle easily. He’s more persistent than most people can imagine, and will never give up a cause, no matter how bleak it seems. He will pursue the right course, and not stop.
This strength also comes with a price, as he's amazing stubborn. Once he’s made up his mind on something, it will take heaven and earth to make him change it, though to make up for this fact, he always gives people at least three chances to show that they can be better. First impressions may weigh strongly, but he tries to keep his mind open, at least to begin with. However, once his opinion of you is set, or his opinion on something in general is set, his mind is incredibly difficult to change, to the point of willfully ignoring things that contradict his view. It’s not really a good thing.
This determination comes into play mainly due to a deep seated penchant for justice. It’s not just something he wants, its something he’s going to have. He doesn’t accept injustice, and will fight it with as much power as he can. He has a lot of courage too, you could say, in that he’s not afraid to confront powerful people, or dangerous places, to get this. He would just say he’s determined.
Roderick is also smart. He loves to read, on his spare time, and devours books as best he can. He also loves to talk with people, and argue, when at all possible, because it gives him more knowledge on what other people are thinking. This helps him quite a lot, considering he also has the propensity to run into a situation without fully understanding what’s going on during it.
He’s very rash. He’s not the kind of guy to think out what to do, to make a plan and do things. No, what he does is simply act, and then deal with the consequences. He hates to think his inaction might cause something bad to happen, so if he sees someone stealing, if he sees someone getting hurt, expect him to jump in, right away, and do something about it. Luckily for him, he’s got a good head on his shoulders, so he can normally manage to come up with some sort of plan. He’s become very good at thinking on his feet. He can have plans, and their normally quite good, it is just sticking to them that he can have trouble with.
Origin: It was cold. That he knew for a fact, as he groaned waking up slowly. It was cold, and he was not at all happy with that fact. That fact also soon brought to attention another important one, mainly that he was naked. That also made him unhappy. Simply put, he did not like to be naked, it did not sit well with him. If only because he knew it was much colder than if he had been clothed. And lastly, he was confused. He was confused, since he had no idea why he was here, had no idea why he was laying down, no idea why he was naked, and no idea, at all, why he was who he was. Because he knew this wasn’t who he was.
He didn’t feel quite right in this body. Something was off, though with no memory of anything, it was kind of hard to decide what was exactly off. Yet something was, as he shook his head slightly. Then he realized why it was probably so cold. It was raining. Yes, he’d failed to notice until now the fact that the tree branches were dripping down onto him. He was lucky he’d been sheltered by a rather large tree, otherwise he would have been far more wet than he would have liked.
Sitting upright, he looked around, searching for something, anything, that might explain where he was. It was not something he felt exactly happy to be doing, but hey, he couldn’t just wait around now could he? Standing up a short while after, he realized that he wasn’t alone. Someone was out about 100 yards away, setting up a stove. He wasn’t exactly pleased with what he was going to have to do, but he knew he would have to after all.
The thing he didn’t want to do was approach the person. It just didn’t seem right to approach someone naked, in the woods. However, he had to, so trying to keep himself as hidden as he could; he approached, managing to take cover behind a bush as he hailed the person.
The person was a she, and she was rather surprised to see him. Luckily he’d managed to keep himself decent, but no one was exactly glad to see someone naked in the woods. However, a swift explanation yielded both a place under her tarp, and some clothing, though not in that order. It wasn’t exactly optimal, she’d given him what amounted to a towel to cover himself with, but it worked.
The first question she asked was the most obvious, that of his name, which he shrugged to, letting her know he had none. A short conversation later, had yielded much to the rather confused male. One, he was in a place called New York. Two, she could get him to her house soon, and three, it was unusual to find naked people stranded in the woods. Thought he last one wasn’t that surprising to be honest.
She wasn’t exactly happy to pack up, b8ut she also knew that she had to get him some clothing, more than a towel at least, and after she managed to break camp, remarking that she didn’t need to camp in the rain anyway, the pair soon were in her car. He had managed to snag some flip flops from her, so he didn’t have to walk barefoot back to her car, though it wasn’t exactly that protecting.
Once making it back to her house, she managed to cloth him as best as one could, and she soon after, sat him down, and said he needed a name. She had a book of names, and she started to run though them, though none appealed to him, until he hit on one that felt good. It was one of her personal favorites, apparently, though she seemed to have a lot of favorite names, that being Roderick.
“Roderick…I like that.” He said, nodding slightly. “That will work.”
Thus Roderick met Alison, and received his name. That wasn’t the end of things, however, it was a turning point. From then on, he busied himself with learning about this strange new place he was in, and how to live in it. For the first week, she basically coached him up on the culture, and the history of the place. An avowed history nut, she was probably one of the best people to talk to on this fact.
However, it was only a week into things when he started to think he needed some sort of job. He needed to raise money somehow, as he knew he couldn't just mooch off her forever. She'd been very nice in taking him in for now, he was surprised, but he didn't want to take advantage of someone with a good nature like her. So despite her protests she didn't have to worry about money, he started to work, trying to find a job. It was a bit of a struggle.
However, that never even seemed to discourage him. He didn't stop just because it was hard, and because he didn't know what he was doing. It took him a while, but eventually he managed to find a job at a store, selling things as a clerk. While it was a bit hard at first, dealing with customers, he liked the manager, so he toughed it out.
Eventually he started bringing back a paycheck, and she decided to let him start paying rent, mainly at his own insistence. This is where he's at right now, since she has a rather large house, and a spare room. That's where he is now, rooming with her, while paying her rent, rather cheap to, she couldn't demand a real price from him, since he was so helpful around the house.
Miscellaneous: He likes to read, and run, and has a penchant for attempting to fix things up, though that has mixed results.
Aura: His aura manifests itself in a subtle, but noticeable way. Whenever he is around people, they tend to grow calmer, and he seems to have the ability to quell fears in people. This grows stronger when around other legendaries, with the added effect of inspiring confidence in those around him, to do what needs to be done, despite any fears they might have.
His aura is a very different look, mainly because it seems to have his hair turn blue, as well as two tails emerging from him, both a deep sky blue shade of color, his hair turning a more navy shade, and his body seems to glow blue. For his mark, it seems to be a red circle on his forehead, a darker color than the rest of him, though on close inspection it seems to be patterned, like a ruby or some sort of gem.
Name: Roderick
Legendary: Azelf
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Description: To start off with Roderick's no muscled guy. He's pretty average as far as those kind of things are concerned, though he's more of a wiry kind of guy, not thick and beefy, but by no means weak. He won't be the strongest guy around, but he's no weakling. As well, he seems to walk with a purposeful stride, never just relaxing, but alway seeming to be going somewhere, doing something. Rare is the moment he's just waiting patiently.
Now for his hair. It is a dark brown color, a bit unkempt but always clean, and normally looking rather wind blown, as if he'd been flying down the road at high speed. Next, comes his eyes, one of his most striking features. They seem to peer into you, striking, piercing. They draw your attention that's for sure. The rest of his face is a kind, but strong, face, as if he's gone though a lot.
As for his torso, it's rather normal. Nothing stands out about it, he's not fat, or super skinny, just a normal. Though should he flex, he does seem to have a substantial amount of muscle on him, it nothing too extreme. He's fit, thin, and has very little showing any sort of scarring or other such things on his torso. His legs fit this bill too, though a bit thicker, as he tends to run everywhere. He's got a lot of endurance in him, and while that doesn't show much in his legs, that's normal.
Of course, there is clothing too. He can normally be seen in two kind of outfits, either his casual wear, or more formal attire, depending on his mood. Casual wear consists of polo and shorts, as he finds polo's to be very comfortable. Shorts are also what he prefers, even though it might be cold outside. If he's out on the road, or going somewhere for fun, this is the outfit you'll find him in.
If he's feeling like he wants to dress up, he'll probably be found in a full suit. He wears a black suit jacket, along with suit pants and a undershirt. This doesn't come out all that often, but if he's going to socialize amongst people, he sometimes likes to feel very well dressed, and nothing like a suit to give you some nuch needed confidence in your looks.
Regardless of outfit, you'll often find him with his fedora. Why did he chose a fedora, some might ask, and the main reason is he thought it looked good, and he likes to image himself all classy. The hat merely adds to that classy look in his mind, and its comfortable, so why not?
Personality: Roderick is a serious guy. That’s one of the first things you’ll find out about him and its most definitely something you’re going to notice if you deal with him. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a sense of humor by any means, but he simply doesn’t act in such a manner. While he may chuckle, or smile slightly at a joke, rarely will he be the one cracking them, at least around strangers.
This is key, as when he’s around people he feels he can trust, he shows a rather more sarcastic side. While he may say not much else but he thinks it’s a bad plan should he not know you, if he does know you, he’ll likely make a slightly cutting remark towards you. It’s never too bad, and often quite witty, however, most people don’t see this side of him. It’s something he rarely shows to anyone beyond his immediate circle of friends.
Another thing you will notice about him is that he’s determined. That's something that will come up, no matter what. To see him give up on a project, to wimp out, to give in, just doesn’t happen. He has the mental drive to push himself to near exhaustion, if he felt he had to. He doesn't normally, but he has once or twice pushed himself to the point of sheer physical collapse, though sheer mental fortitude. Don't get in a battle of wills against him lightly. He will not lose such a battle easily. He’s more persistent than most people can imagine, and will never give up a cause, no matter how bleak it seems. He will pursue the right course, and not stop.
This strength also comes with a price, as he's amazing stubborn. Once he’s made up his mind on something, it will take heaven and earth to make him change it, though to make up for this fact, he always gives people at least three chances to show that they can be better. First impressions may weigh strongly, but he tries to keep his mind open, at least to begin with. However, once his opinion of you is set, or his opinion on something in general is set, his mind is incredibly difficult to change, to the point of willfully ignoring things that contradict his view. It’s not really a good thing.
This determination comes into play mainly due to a deep seated penchant for justice. It’s not just something he wants, its something he’s going to have. He doesn’t accept injustice, and will fight it with as much power as he can. He has a lot of courage too, you could say, in that he’s not afraid to confront powerful people, or dangerous places, to get this. He would just say he’s determined.
Roderick is also smart. He loves to read, on his spare time, and devours books as best he can. He also loves to talk with people, and argue, when at all possible, because it gives him more knowledge on what other people are thinking. This helps him quite a lot, considering he also has the propensity to run into a situation without fully understanding what’s going on during it.
He’s very rash. He’s not the kind of guy to think out what to do, to make a plan and do things. No, what he does is simply act, and then deal with the consequences. He hates to think his inaction might cause something bad to happen, so if he sees someone stealing, if he sees someone getting hurt, expect him to jump in, right away, and do something about it. Luckily for him, he’s got a good head on his shoulders, so he can normally manage to come up with some sort of plan. He’s become very good at thinking on his feet. He can have plans, and their normally quite good, it is just sticking to them that he can have trouble with.
Origin: It was cold. That he knew for a fact, as he groaned waking up slowly. It was cold, and he was not at all happy with that fact. That fact also soon brought to attention another important one, mainly that he was naked. That also made him unhappy. Simply put, he did not like to be naked, it did not sit well with him. If only because he knew it was much colder than if he had been clothed. And lastly, he was confused. He was confused, since he had no idea why he was here, had no idea why he was laying down, no idea why he was naked, and no idea, at all, why he was who he was. Because he knew this wasn’t who he was.
He didn’t feel quite right in this body. Something was off, though with no memory of anything, it was kind of hard to decide what was exactly off. Yet something was, as he shook his head slightly. Then he realized why it was probably so cold. It was raining. Yes, he’d failed to notice until now the fact that the tree branches were dripping down onto him. He was lucky he’d been sheltered by a rather large tree, otherwise he would have been far more wet than he would have liked.
Sitting upright, he looked around, searching for something, anything, that might explain where he was. It was not something he felt exactly happy to be doing, but hey, he couldn’t just wait around now could he? Standing up a short while after, he realized that he wasn’t alone. Someone was out about 100 yards away, setting up a stove. He wasn’t exactly pleased with what he was going to have to do, but he knew he would have to after all.
The thing he didn’t want to do was approach the person. It just didn’t seem right to approach someone naked, in the woods. However, he had to, so trying to keep himself as hidden as he could; he approached, managing to take cover behind a bush as he hailed the person.
The person was a she, and she was rather surprised to see him. Luckily he’d managed to keep himself decent, but no one was exactly glad to see someone naked in the woods. However, a swift explanation yielded both a place under her tarp, and some clothing, though not in that order. It wasn’t exactly optimal, she’d given him what amounted to a towel to cover himself with, but it worked.
The first question she asked was the most obvious, that of his name, which he shrugged to, letting her know he had none. A short conversation later, had yielded much to the rather confused male. One, he was in a place called New York. Two, she could get him to her house soon, and three, it was unusual to find naked people stranded in the woods. Thought he last one wasn’t that surprising to be honest.
She wasn’t exactly happy to pack up, b8ut she also knew that she had to get him some clothing, more than a towel at least, and after she managed to break camp, remarking that she didn’t need to camp in the rain anyway, the pair soon were in her car. He had managed to snag some flip flops from her, so he didn’t have to walk barefoot back to her car, though it wasn’t exactly that protecting.
Once making it back to her house, she managed to cloth him as best as one could, and she soon after, sat him down, and said he needed a name. She had a book of names, and she started to run though them, though none appealed to him, until he hit on one that felt good. It was one of her personal favorites, apparently, though she seemed to have a lot of favorite names, that being Roderick.
“Roderick…I like that.” He said, nodding slightly. “That will work.”
Thus Roderick met Alison, and received his name. That wasn’t the end of things, however, it was a turning point. From then on, he busied himself with learning about this strange new place he was in, and how to live in it. For the first week, she basically coached him up on the culture, and the history of the place. An avowed history nut, she was probably one of the best people to talk to on this fact.
However, it was only a week into things when he started to think he needed some sort of job. He needed to raise money somehow, as he knew he couldn't just mooch off her forever. She'd been very nice in taking him in for now, he was surprised, but he didn't want to take advantage of someone with a good nature like her. So despite her protests she didn't have to worry about money, he started to work, trying to find a job. It was a bit of a struggle.
However, that never even seemed to discourage him. He didn't stop just because it was hard, and because he didn't know what he was doing. It took him a while, but eventually he managed to find a job at a store, selling things as a clerk. While it was a bit hard at first, dealing with customers, he liked the manager, so he toughed it out.
Eventually he started bringing back a paycheck, and she decided to let him start paying rent, mainly at his own insistence. This is where he's at right now, since she has a rather large house, and a spare room. That's where he is now, rooming with her, while paying her rent, rather cheap to, she couldn't demand a real price from him, since he was so helpful around the house.
Miscellaneous: He likes to read, and run, and has a penchant for attempting to fix things up, though that has mixed results.
Aura: His aura manifests itself in a subtle, but noticeable way. Whenever he is around people, they tend to grow calmer, and he seems to have the ability to quell fears in people. This grows stronger when around other legendaries, with the added effect of inspiring confidence in those around him, to do what needs to be done, despite any fears they might have.
His aura is a very different look, mainly because it seems to have his hair turn blue, as well as two tails emerging from him, both a deep sky blue shade of color, his hair turning a more navy shade, and his body seems to glow blue. For his mark, it seems to be a red circle on his forehead, a darker color than the rest of him, though on close inspection it seems to be patterned, like a ruby or some sort of gem.
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