L.C.S.R.C. RPG (Sign Ups)

[Eso]

This is a "Trainer School" type RPG (Don't run away just yet!) There ARE differences between this and other RPGs of its type, the main one being that it has a very intricate plot. Now you'll get to see what I mean . . .

WARNING!
This RPG is rated PG-13 for Violence, Gore and maybe Suggestive Situations. Other things may pop up later as well. If any of the above offends you, or if you aren't ready to handle said issues that might come up, please DO NOT PROCEED. If you feel you are mature and responsible enough to take these things without flaming, bashing or being scarred for life then go on ahead.

Extract of PEOPLE Magazine
05-01-2038

The construction of a new Pokemon based school began this month in spite of the murders that have occurred around all of Hoenn recently. The founder of this school, the prestigious Lady Rosalyn Coradera, answered a few of our questions at the building site.

"I'm very sorry about what happened to those trainers and their pokemon. My sympathies are with their families." She said, when asked about what she thought of the killings and how it would affect the building schedule. "However, it will not slow the construction of my school in the least. If anything it should only motivate us to work that much harder and faster towards its completion. L.C.S.R.C. will serve as a haven to those young trainers who feel discouraged, and even threatened by these recent tragedies."

"And what about the death of one of your own employees?"

"That was accidental, and I renounce all theories that an act of terrorism was responsible. I would like to add that anyone who wishes to lend a good pair of hands, and a strong pokemon to our effort would be appreciated. We are in need of more construction workers and back-up security."

"When can we expect this school to be open to the public?"

"Sometime late next year, give or take a few months."

Lady Rosalyn then said she needed to leave immediately, apologized for having to and walked further into the construction site.*

"The Last Rogue Broadcast"
12-14-2043

"Here we are in one of the few relatively safe buildings in Celadon. The room is empty except for a cot and a table. The silence seems so much more apparent in this place. The whole district looks and sounds deserted."

The man walks out of view for a moment, but the frame swings to the side and he's visible standing next to a window. He pushes the lower half of the glass upward and looks outside. He then motions for whoever is holding the camera to come look.

“The streets are desolate, as you can see. Ugh, if you could only smell this! There’s not a single corpse, nor any sign of blood, but it still smells very strong from here.”

Sounds of a semi-automatic firing nearby fill the air. The reporter backs away from the window, but the camera stays in place.

“A rebel is in the street. He’s firing at whatever’s around the corner of that building. He appears to be carrying something in a pack on his back, but I can’t make out what it is . . .”

The hidden return fire and blood splashes through the air from several different places on the young man’s body. He keeps standing for a few seconds, and then falls to the ground in a bloody heap.

“That rebel was just a child. Couldn’t have been more than fourteen years old. I—Dear God!”

A sound of horror fills the reporter’s voice as a small minun timidly crawls out of the boy’s backpack. It looks as if long pins are sticking out of it at different angles, and it’s bleeding badly. Still it doesn’t run, but tugs at the boy’s clothing. The minun looks up, and as soon as it does we can hear more gunfire. The minun is shot three times before it falls to the ground, next to its human. Both are now dead.

Chilling silence is all that prevails for a few minuets. Then marching can be heard. The reporter begins to speak again as an army rounds the corner. They move into the street, callously ignoring the corpse, or even kicking it in disgust.

“Somehow I think we should’ve seen this coming. The murders, riots and rallies . . . It should’ve been so clear. But still I don’t see how anyone could—“

The door bursts open and cuts his sentence short. The picture blurs as the camera swings around. A man stands in the doorway, and he’s yelling furiously in another language. The reporter tries to talk to the man, speaking the strange language. But the man just raises his automatic rifle, and gun shots fill the air again. Then all we see is the floor at a sideways angle.

We see the reporter again, but not like before. His face is expressionless and his eyes are starting to glaze over. A deep red liquid is seeping onto the floor and surrounding the bottom of the frame.

Seconds pass, and more yelling is heard. Again it is followed by rapid gunfire. The room falls silent, and is shortly reanimated by sounds of footsteps. By the time the footsteps stop, all we can hear is one loud “BANG”.

Now, everything is static.



It is now August Sixth in the year of 2058, fifteen years since the last rogue transmission aired on public television. Two years after a riot in Fuchsia, an all out war broke out in Celadon. The public was unprepared, and hundreds of civilians and pokemon were slaughtered in just two weeks alone. After another week, an organization called “The Brotherhoods and Sisterhoods Against Pokemon”, or B.S.A.P. for short, claimed responsibility for the bloodshed. The Massacre of Celadon was over by the end of the fourth week. No reporters, civilians or even wild pokemon survived. The only two rebels reported to have lived past that week were two young women and their pokemon. The first, who was oldest, was tied to a stake and burned in front of the other’s eyes. Before sharing the same fate, the younger girl said “I live for freedom. If this is what will be left of the world, you’re only setting me free.”

Battles broke out in every city across Kanto. Few of which lasted longer than Celadon. By the end of the year, the only places for rebels to hide were small villages. By the end of the new year’s first month they had to flee to another area. Now the last free country is the significantly smaller Hoenn region. L.C.S.R.C. still stands along the borderline. It is now considered to be last safe school for young trainers, and also the last great resistance.

All media is controlled by the military now. The cities of Kanto and other regions have been or are being rebuilt. The entire world is at peace, except for the border of Hoenn.
The war has been forgotten, and most young people have never even heard of such a thing. There is no place where pokemon can truly thrive any longer.​

L.C.S.R.C., Lady Coradera’s School for Rising Champions:

Set on the border of Hoenn, the school is built like a fort. Twenty-five foot tall steel walls surround the expansive grounds, topped with loops of barbed wire and covered in serrated blades. The only way to enter is by riding a large flying pokemon, and even then it is difficult. Many pokemon such as Charizards and Skarmories patrol the walls, ready to fight back any intruder. Human and pokemon guards are also posted at the sentry towers that make a pattern just behind the wall.

The Courtyards:

The courtyards consist of many patterned fields. Some are for training, battling, recreation and pokemon habitat. All of these are contained within fifty acres of otherwise bare lands. They stop near the secondary guard gate, which is a simple chain-link fence with some guards always posted at the entrance.

The School Itself:

From the outside the place appears to be a giant castle, but on the inside everything is modern. Long hallways are flecked with hundreds of doors. Most of which are student dorms. At the center of the school is a clearing, a botanical garden run by some scientists and the resident Grass and occasionally Water-type teachers. There are six exits to and fro from the gardens. Depending on which way you go, you could end up near the classrooms, the laboratories, libraries, cafeteria, residential (Staff) rooms or dormitories. You can probably find a passage that leads through a balcony, or if you’re on the first floor, you’d probably be able to find your way out to the courtyards eventually. Students are discouraged from exploring the school on their own. They are told to stay near the dorms, or if going to the cafeteria, classrooms or garden, they must go in groups of at least two.

The Botanical Garden:

This is basically a small, tame rainforest. Pokemon are raised here, and some of the grown ones still come for rest and relaxation. At the very center is a deep pool where water pokemon may swim. The plants that grow here are cared for by the Grass Teacher and her assistants, as well as some of the resident pokemon. The young pokemon are cared for by some scientists that visit thrice daily from the laboratories. There is a short fence and a weak gravitational field protecting this area. Trained pokemon are allowed in and out as they please, but humans need a pass to get in and the resident pokemon are not allowed to leave.

The Laboratories:

These are many large offices scattered across a long hallway. Here, many teachers with free time and the scientists that run the place can be found. Methods of breeding and cloning rare pokemon are researched, and it is where all the pokemon residing in L.C.S.R.C. are born. Whether their birth is in an egg or a tank depends on the pokemon.

The Classrooms:

There are seventeen of these, one for each type of pokemon.
Students will depart from their dorms every day to go to these rooms. A student’s home room is determined by what type of pokemon they chose to start with. The first classroom they will go to, regardless of home room, is the Fire classroom. Then they will sort out until near the end of the day, and their classes will end with a lesson in the Water room. Each room is designed to fit the teacher’s own personal tastes and style. Thus they vary from room to room.

The Cafeteria:

This would be your average school lunchroom, only a LOT bigger. Half of the room is reserved for pokemon, the other half for students and teachers. The only meals the students will share are breakfast and lunch. The students are free to come back after classes to pick up whatever’s left, and the teachers eat at different times throughout the day.

The Dorms:

These make up the majority of the school, and many are empty. The rooms remain plain except for basic furniture until a student moves in. The students usually share the room with another (sorted by gender, of course). The rooms will vary in appearance according to what its residents add to it. They will always have a computer system outlet that serves many-a-purpose.

The Libraries:

The libraries have to be the second largest part of the school, next to the Bio-garden. Books are lined on massive shelves that reach two stories high. Ladders are scattered throughout the massive and round area, and large pokemon are prohibited from entering because of book and student safety risks. Leather chairs, couches, footstools and quite a few tables are scattered across the scene. Students may take books any time they please, so long as they check it into the computer system that always has an outlet near the doors. Scanners prevent students from taking the older, more fragile books and from taking a book without registering it as out.

The Residential Rooms:

These are the rooms reserved for the teachers and other staff to live in. They are about the same size as the student dorms, only the staff will very rarely share a room. These rooms all have a computer system outlet open for use. The rooms are not set to a style, and the appearances will change depending on the occupant’s tastes.

The Top Floor:

The top floor consists of only two somewhat large rooms. The first room is connected to an elevator which leads down to the other levels. It is Lady Coradera’s personal office. There are many features in the room, but what sticks out is the large desk, behind and in front of which sit large burgundy-colored leather chairs. The rest is lavish decoration, a small wall library and a few more chairs. The second room is connected to the office, and it is the Lady’s apartment. No one except the Lady herself has ever been inside of it, so an accurate description would be impossible.

The Basement:

Only staff may enter this area. Contained within it is the kitchen, laundry center, water center and other needed facilities. There is an iron door at the lowest part of the basement, which is bolted shut. No one has entered the locked room in ages, and no one can even speculate as to what’s inside.


The Plot:

Students are once again being accepted into L.C.S.R.C. Rebel trainers and pokemon supporters are trying their best to get either themselves or their children accepted into the school. The age one must be to apply ranges from six years old to fourteen. Those with prior experience with pokemon are preferred. Once picked from the crowd by Lady Coradera herself, the children must undergo a series of tests to ensure they are not a threat, and are suitable to the school. The first is a mental exam, given by a Psychic expert. The second is a physical exam to check for any diseases, which is given by the head Doctor of the school. Once a student passes these exams, they are asked two final questions: What they wish to do with their life, and what type of pokemon they like most. They are assigned dorms one at a time, and the following day they are issued their first pokemon. From there they must participate in the Newcomer’s Tournament, and the winners are issued pokemon as prizes. These kinds of tournaments are the only way for a student to gain more pokemon. The higher they rank in the final, the rarer the pokemon they receive. Early in the year, rumors will already be running rampant. One of these is that the school is the only mediator between higher beings and people, or that it’s the only thing that’s keeping these beings from destroying mankind. But really, who would believe such a rumor?

(The story goes much deeper than this, but let’s not spoil the surprise. People who are going to play students alone won’t be told the majority of it, `cause I don’t want somebody telling it all off before it even gets started. The better role-players will be able to play teachers though, who will be able to know quite a bit more about it.)


Characters-

Required information for students . . .
Name: (Must be a full name, first, middle and last included. Any kind of name is allowed, within reason.)
Age: (May only be from 6 years old to 14)
Gender:
History: (A life story will be needed. It really shouldn’t be hard to give an overview of up to fourteen years. There should be a more detailed part about how they got accepted into L.C.S.R.C.)
Preferred Pokemon Type: (Any type is permitted)
Physical Description: (Absolutely NO freaks of nature, deformed characters or anything of the like. People like that wouldn’t make it past the physical exam. I think everybody knows what people look like, anyways.)
Mental Description: (Unless you have a darn good reason why they got past the mental exam, don’t make your character insane. It’ll be much harder for me to approve insane characters. Whether or not they become insane later is up to you, but again, there better be a darn good reason for it.)
Sample RP: (Give an example of how well you can RP. It can be from another RPG, or something you just typed up.)

Required information for teachers . . .

. . . Won’t be made public. You’ll need to post a sample of your RP, and if it’s really good, you’ll be PMed with what you’ll need to make one of these characters, as well as a good portion of the major plot.

(SO, that’s it for now. If you can think of anything I left out that needs to be here please PM me about it, and I'll add it ASAP. You can ask to reserve a character if you wish.)

 

[Eso]

(I'm going to make my characters later, when I don't have so much writer's block. I'm reserving a student and the Fire-type teacher. If you need help making a character I'll be happy to help you with whatever you need until I can finish my own ones. Once I have mine up they should be a good enough example. )

 

[Guitar dude bill]

Good plot. Can I sign up. I'm desperate to get in.
Name: Jim William Bob (If you think don't like Bob, change it to Roberts)
Age: 12
Gender: Male
History: My father died trying to fight team rocket. I was so upset. It happened 6 years ago. I came from Viridian but moved 3 years ago. I was desperate to get into LCSRC because I wanted to start training. I had trouble in the exams but onlly just passed
Preffered pokemon type: Ground
Physical description: Brown hair, tanned skin, Green shirt, blue shorts
Mental description: Funny, sometimes likes to act very mildly crazy but on purpose for a joke, friendly (if you don't like mildy crazy replace it with stressy)
Sample RP: This is my first time at RPing. I don't have much time at the moment so I'l type one up tommorow

 

[MerkelHog]

Name: Hector William Shoal

Age: 11

Gender: Male

History: Hector’s family has always lived on the outskirts of Blackthorn City near the Ice Path. His whole family is known to produce some of the best Ice-type trainers in the world. Many trainers from around the world have come to his parents to learn the secrets of use Ice pokemon. Not only do his family train pokemon but they also breed them and raise them. This is what Hector truly liked to do. Hector always knew that he could not learn everything he needed to know about breeding if he stayed at home, so at the age of 10 he asked his parents if he could goon a pokemon journey. His parents worried that he might get hurt on his travels and said no. But Hector would not give up; he sought other ways of fulfilling his dreams. After about a week of looking he stumbled upon a pamphlet talking about L.C.S.R.C. He knew that if he couldn’t go on a journey then this was the second best thing. When he suggested this new idea his dad thought it was a good idea but his mom was still apprehensive about the whole idea. Eventually after much persuasion, she said yes. So he applied to the school hoping to get in but was disappointed when he was rejected. But Hector did not give up and he reapplied when he was 11 and got accepted.

Preffered pokemon type: Ice

Physical Description: Hector is about 5 ft. 2 in. and weighs about 100lbs. He is muscular but not buff. He usually wears baggy khaki shorts and a skin tight shirt with an eagle design on it. He wears two-strapped brown sandals. He hardly wears anything else. The most he ever wears to protect him from the environment is a black hoody.

Mental Description: Hector loves to learn new things. He is very fascinated by the world around him. The one peculiar thing about him is that he absolutely loves the cold but hardly wears a lot of clothing to protect him. This is because he has taught himself to not feel the cold at all. Hector is very outgoing and loves to meet new people.

Sample RPG:
This is from the first version of Metamorphic Battles –The Beginning of the End.

Just as the girl was about to say her name, Ho-oh announced it was time for the bonding. He instructed everybody to release their two most trusted pokemon. Sal knew exactly which two he would choose.

“Apollo and Jupiter come on out!” Sal yelled throwing his two most prized possessions in the air. In a flash of red two huge pokemon appeared. One a huge mountain a grey muscle that had two arms sprouting on both sides of its body, Sal’s most trusted pokemon Apollo the Machamp. The other was a huge orange dragon with a huge grin permanently fused on her face and with love in her eyes, Hera the Dragonite. Sal had had these two pokemon since he first started his pokemon journey. Apollo was his starter and before he left his house, his dad gave him a going away present, a dratini egg holding his other most trusted pokemon Hera.

As the light sprang forth from Jirachi’s body, Sal saw that Registeel was nowhere in sight. He frantically searched everywhere for the big lug. Sal finally found him hiding behind a huge rock cowering in fear of the light. It was a good thing Sal found him when he did because just as he turned to look behind the rock a beam of light hit him and his pokemon. Sal watched as his pokemon slowly transform before his eyes into balls of light which then entered his body.

At first Sal was afraid because he just saw his most trusted friends disappear. But right at the moment that thought ran through his mind, a voice rang in his head.

“Do not worry we are here with you” said the voice in a very calm and collected tone.

“It has to be that girl with the Kadabra saying something again in my head but I don’t see the Kadabra close by and besides the voice was different.” Sal thought to himself.

“How dare you compare me to a psychic pokemon? It is I the brave and handsome Apollo.” retorted the Machamp in a very vain tone.

“Hey, don’t forget about me I am here too you know. This is so cool. Just think about it Sal you and me together forever.” said another voice in a high-pitched tone excitedly.

“Apollo? Hera? What are one two doing in my head?” Sal thought inquisitively.

“Why silly, Jirachi fused us with you, my love.” Hera replied so happy to be apart of her owner.

“WHAT!!! Wait does that mean Registeel is also in my head.” Sal shuddered at the thought.

“This is so neat. Where am I? What happens when I do this?” Registeel thought as he touched a nerve in Sal’s brain making him do jumping jacks repeatedly. “Yea, this is fun. Do it again, again.” Registeel said as he repeatedly touched the nerve.

Sal and the two other pokemon in his head were starting to get a little sick from the jumping.

“STOP DOING THAT!!!!” all three of them yelled at the same time.

“Great, what did I get my self in too?” Sal thought to himself.

“Tell me about it. I can’t even see my own reflection anymore.” said the vain Apollo.

“I think this is just great. I get to be a part of Sal at all times now.” retorted the enthralled Hera.

“I like eggs!” said Registeel as Apollo, Hera, and Sal all anime fell simultaneously.

“Can we go play with those pokemon I found earlier” Registeel asked.

“NOOO!!!” the other three yelled.

 

[Tiana_M]

Name: Tiana Seraph Morenza
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Preferred Pokemon Type: Normal

Physical Description: Tiana is a tall young lady standing in at 5’9. She is very lean and well muscled due to the demanding chores required in farm life. Her curly, shoulder-blade length hair is a beautiful copper color and her eyes are green, speckled with brown streaks. She wears a thigh-length, green-corduroy jacket over a red halter top. For pants she wears long blue-jeans that cover practical, knee-high, brown-leather boots. Tiana also wears a red, fabric headband to keep her unruly hair out of her face.

Mental Description (Personality?): Tiana is a hard worker that loves pokemon because she has been around them all her life. She is patient and kind due to the rather quiet life she has lived on the farm. She has only been to Mauville a few brief times when she asked to go to the city with her father or when he was too sick to go himself. If you were to ask those that know her, they’d say she was a great conversationalist, but if you asked someone whom she had met only once or twice, they might say that she was quiet but nice. The reason for this is that she is an open book to those she knows while she becomes quiet around people she doesn’t know. Tiana is very athletic and loves the outdoors, but on a rainy day she can sit and be content to read a book by a cozy fire.

History: I grew up on a small pokemon farm just a little bit to the north east of Mauville. There I looked after the few pokemon we had with my father. My mother died when I was only two and I don’t really remember her. My father says she died in the war that was still going on despite what the governments might say. It was on that tragic day that he deserted the army, came back to my Aunt’s house, in whose custody my parents had left me, and started the farm. He kept the farm small so that it could be just him at first and later he had me to help him.

When he heard about L.C.S.R.C. he asked me what I’d think about going away to a pokemon trainer’s school. At the time I was six and I said I’d rather stay home with him and he looked a little saddened by this but I was determined to stay with him and he has never forced me to do anything I didn’t really want to do, except my chores. As I grew he would ask me year after year if I would go to this school. I said no every year until this one. The reason I didn’t want to go was that I wanted to stay and help him with the farm or at least that was what I told myself. In truth, I was somewhat scared of going to a strange place.

I decided this year on my birthday that I was going to give my father a gift and go to the school like he asked. So I sent a letter to the school address saying that I was interested in going to it. In this letter I described myself and my reasons for wanting to go and telling a little bit about myself. In return I received a letter telling me to come to the school to take a series of tests. It was a month after I had told my father that I wanted to go when I received a letter in reply asking me to come to the school in order to take a series of tests. Tiana sent an Express letter in return saying she’d be there as soon as possible. That night they made all the necessary preparations and the next morning when Tiana was ready to leave, her father presented her with a gift, he allowed her to use his Rapidash, Storm to take her to the school. Tiana knew how much Storm meant to her father and she hugged him tight in thanks and farewell.

With storm’s help, the journey was not as perilous, nor as long as it would have been. When she reached the school she passed the mental and physical tests put to her. The physical test was much easier for her than the mental one but she passed nonetheless and once she had answered the simple questions of what she wanted to do with her life, which was to take over her father’s farm when he retired, and what her favorite type of pokemon was, she was accepted. She had been forced to leave Storm in the care of another but was assured that she could checkup on him whenever she had free time. That night she had phoned her father and told him she had passed and would be staying. He was very proud of her and congratulated her on her accomplishment.

Sample RP: This link is from a private RP done recently by Kawaii Kyuubi.

 

[Bawooga]

Required information for students . . .

Name: Mieko Brenda Yamamoto

Age: 11

Gender: Female

History: Mieko was born to a rebel and a man who agreed with the idea, but didn't have the guts to actually go out of his regular life. The city Meiko was born in was Olivene. She got a lot of presents that were Pokemon themed from her mother which made her a bit suspicious. She never had very many friends, she had about one kid who would play ball with her occasionaly, and another who liked to talk about her crush. Meiko lived her life this way until she was six years old and her mother and father started training her fiercly to try and get her into L.C.S.R.C. This went on for two years, when they sent in her application and trained more vigorously. A year and a half later the form was sent back with a sign that said to come to Mahogany Town for inspection in another year. Mieko and her family took some money for the trip, left for Mahogony Town, and hoped for the best. At the week they arrived at Mahogany Town, Mieko was inspected by Lady Coradera. Lady Coradera passed her. Mieko was tested with the mental exam and the physical exam, and then was let in to L.C.S.R.C.

Preferred Pokemon Type: Psychic type
Physical Description: Mieko has healthy black hair which is oily and thick. Her eyes are hazel and skin is peach colored. She does not bite her fingernails and has a few freckles on her face. She has no scars from past experience, but she does have calluses that will not pop. She has a bit of acne, but she washes her face every day and there is not much. She is about 4’8” and a quarter inch tall. Mieko’s hands are big but her feet are small. She is a bit bare from the hard training her mother and father put her through, but she is not skinny.

Mental Description: She does not like ironic things and will point it out. She gets very annoyed with people who make fun of her or anything. She is brave but is not a stubborn bull headed person who just goes around doing whatever she likes without thinking. She is serious in mind though she laughs a lot.

Sample RP: This is my second application so I don’t really have much… But this is something that I have typed in Hybrids Tales:

The sun shined lazily down on the dusty road. There were three figures, one that would have be believed to be a Bulbasour, if not for with wings of blue and green. Another that looked like an ordinairy glop of pink jello, that would be known as a ditto. The last was a human. The human was named Mia and simply wore a white T-shirt, on this day of hot, baggy, comfortable pants, Devon corp. running shoes, and a satchel or bag, which contained various items like a prototype of a pokeblock, and a poketalk translator that was on.

<What a bore, it's hot and sunny and perfect for swimming, yet we aren't,> the ditto comented in exasperation.

<Well I think it's absolutely scrumdidily-umptious! I mean just look at the sun! It's so big, and look at the clouds!> babbled the bat-like creature known as Bouyan, <They're so wide! Look, I see one that looks like a lamb! Oh what abou->

<-Ugh, shut up will you? You're making me more miserable by the second,> the ditto interjected, <I mean look at the heat! By the time we're at pallet town I'll be a cake->

<-And a rather pink one,> Bouyan added, <but it would be nice to go swimming.>

"Meh..." Mia replied, "meh..." She didn't notice her pokemon's stares, she was thinking of a better design for pokeballs. Ones that were luxurious instead of just a title named that. starting with a heater and air conditioning. The heat was inflicting her choice.

<Meh?! What kind of thing to say is that?> Inquired Bouyan, <Well? What kind of answer is it?> He stared at the girl for a while waiting for an answer, but soon reverted back to thinking of clouds when he actually got one.
It was like this:

"That 'thing to say', as you put it, was a nonverbal answer of thought out of the positional question and theory of possible inventions of the future which could lead to more sophisticated answers to comfort and interest of species alike," Mia dictated, in an answer.

<So in other words, she were daydreaming about pokeball upgrades,> the ditto interpreted.

<Ditto?> Bouyan questioned, <Can->

"May," Mia interupted.

<-May, I call you toot?> Bouyan finished. The ditto moaned, <No.>

<Spotty?>

<no>

<Loukie?>

<No.>

<Sage?>

<No- wait, that actually sounds a bit nice- I mean no.>

<Oh, humbug, what can->

"May," Mia corrected.

<-May I call me then?> Bouyan asked. The Ditto grumbled

"Let's just call him Tsuka," Mia decided, while 'Tsuka' oozed around his pokeball grumbling something along the lines of: <No self respect these days...>
_________
Yes I know that Japanese don't really use middle names.

 

[Dactylus]

Hey there.

Name: William Matthew Krablen

Age: 13

Gender: Male

History: It was a time of confusion and strife for young William. He was the offspring of two fools, hippies as they are sometimes known; Sundew and Rainleaf. They taught him to love the Earth and respect all living beings, to be free of society and limitations, to live life to its fullest. And, for a time, Will took it all in. He drank the filth they readily supplied to fill the void of ignorance that inhabits the mind of a child; they were his parents, they had to be right…right? Wrong.

Soon enough, they were arrested for parading down a street stark naked with flowers in their hair, and their young son was sent to an orphanage. Without a doubt, he was teased, mocked, jeered at, beat up, and punished for his beliefs. And, despite the fact that no visible signs of the war presented themselves, young William “Hunnysickle”, as was his name then, understood that his parents were about as sane as the staff members on Saturday night when they sat in the basement to drink vodka. It was then that an iron hatred for that mother and father gripped the young lad’s heart, and, from then on, his eyes always seemed narrower.

The orphanage soon burned down in an alcohol accident, and the children were shipped off to city’s with openings for parentless children; and the young boy, now devoid of a large slice of innocence, went to Blackthorn. There he witnessed the marvelous, graceful movements of the mighty dragon types, and the strength of water types, who also commanded respect. In some juvenile quest to prove himself to these wonders, and at the tender age of ten, he adopted the name “Krablen” (the last name of his favorite hero from a novel) and took up weight training and taekwondo, having little else to do. Due to insufficient funds on his residence’s part, he was home schooled, and rather poorly.

When Will was twelve, a martial arts student blew in as part of a traveling circus. The boy was only fourteen, and, through incidents of chance, got into a spat with the young orphan. It was a one-sided fight to the end. The newcomer, being older, had developed a far greater muscle tone and had a superior grasp of fighting, leaving his poor opponent with a shattered lip, battered eye, and various bruises. Although a scar now runs from Krablens lip to his chin, the child realized his path grew ever longer, and thusly started practicing his art vigorously and, to this day, disciplines himself and trains whenever possible.

To escape the horrors of his current life, the increasingly surly child sent in an application for some school he had heard of a week before his thirteenth birthday, and was admitted for testing. A local trainer flew him to the area where he passed the exams (barely) and then he was off. It was time for a new start.


Preferred Pokemon Type: Dragon

Physical Description: The physical test was the one area where young Will excelled. He stands at 5’8, tall, lean, and well muscled for his age, with most baby fat primly trimmed off through years of hard training. His hair, naturally black, is dyed red and haphazardly layered on his skull, with the posterior coming to his lower neck. His green eyes are, at times, blocked by stray clumps of hair. A black sweatshirt, the hood constantly slapping his back during strides, covers his torso, a pocket taking up the majority of its end. Blue jeans, extremely frayed from overuse but devoid of tears, flap along his powerful legs, folded up a bit at his ankles to prevent needless tripping. Shoddy sneakers accompany his footsteps, and a listless look seeps into his bright eyes whenever concentration is needed for an unwanted task. His one true battle-scar is the half-inch thick scar from lip to chin.

Mental Description: Will is – or can be – rather rude. Yet, he often finds ways to meander from that path and be at least bearable, at times enjoyable. He finds little time for much other then schoolwork (which is demanding for such an undereducated mind) and training, but he’s a good chum to have, especially if bullies bother you. Like all normal testosterone-laden males, girls often have ways of needling into his thoughts; in fact, his most pleasant disposition is when attempting to woo a lass. Will can’t stand being cooped up, and he has a genuine amazement and interest in pokemon, especially those of the fighting, water, or draconic variety. Moreso the latter two, for they don’t need to depend solely on force to summon such incredible force.

Sample RP: ((This will be an explanation of the fight that so changed his outlook on life.))

Crowded streets buzzed along the various avenues of Blackthorn, citizens making a wide berth for the traveling performers. They were truly an odd bunch, some small, some grotesquely large, and others painted with silly makeup. One in particular caught eyes, especially those of females; a tall, handsome lad with gleaming black hair and a scarlet vest that displayed his impressive abdomen and chest, knotted with muscle. Physically, he was far past his age, an advanced bloomer, some called his kind. Regardless, the group placidly bowled along, honking horns and showing off little tricks to attract potential customers.

One kid, hair the same jet hue as the attractive teenager, but smaller and far less content, arrogantly broke through the masses of people and walked parallel to the circus men and women, going the opposite way. As he neared the handsome one, he purposefully heaved to a side and crashed into him, attempting to send them both into a toppling fight. The foes superior fighting skills wouldn’t be so useful then. But the performer easily stood perfectly straight against the assault and slipped one arm under the commoners’ and twisted, flicking his wrist to send the lad crashing to the ground.

“Kid, give it up,” he sneered, “you can’t win.” With a hearty chuckle, he followed the rest of his troop, who had continued the steady pace.

But the “kid”, Will, stood defiantly and scooped a branch off of the ground, rushing towards his self-declared rival, “Never, Vlad!” The stick came down violently, aimed for Vlads chest, but the martial artist burst into blurring motion, one foot skidding forward and knocking Wills own legs out from under him while an arm effortlessly wrapped itself around the fools neck. With a grunt, the toned teenager tossed his opponent to a side, but the lad, so intent upon victory, surprised all by digging one foot as best as he could into the street and whipping the other back, catching Vlad on the chest. Stumbling back a step, more out of surprise then pain, the foreigner smirked and snatched the ankle, tugging it towards him and bringing one fist up to collide painfully with Wills jaw.

The tender skin along his lip tore immediately, drizzling blood across his face, but failure wasn’t an option this time. The circus was leaving that day; this was his last chance to beat the cocky young fighter. In a last struggle, he sent his own fist to smash in his hated foes already battered chest, but instead felt the guy’s knee rocket into his stomach, and he knew no more.

“Uhn…” murmured the lad when he awoke, “what…where…?”

“Woah, Will! Man, you alright?” asked a familiar voice.

“I…what? Vlad-“

“Left,” finished the mysterious onlooker, “a day ago. The doctors had to sew up your lip, man. A lot. They’ve had you drugged for long enough to get it done, it took hours!”

He shot up then, and felt his chin gingerly, wincing at the striking pain. “This won’t happen again,” he heard himself whispering, “never again.” Then all vision blurred and the pillow cushioned his fall.

 

[Psychic]

Yay, you're putting up the Trainer School RPG! *waves flag*

Can you please reserve a spot for me? I want to Sign Up, but ppyI don't have much time on the computer at the moment, so anything I type up now would be rushed and rather crappy.
So can you reserve a spot for a trainer who prefers Psychic types?
Please and thank you!

~Psychic

 

[Lily]

Sorry for the long~ness. I tried to cut it down. Really, I did. ;;

Name: Meredy Azaleon
Age: 12
Gender: female
History: Born in the city (EDIT- Hoenn, Lilycove) with money stuffed parents, any child would immediately be banished from sight and a hired maid would immediately tend to his or her every needs. Which is what Meredy went through, basically, except it was more of a servant. She hardly went outdoors to play, and instead used her parent's wealth as an advantage to her own needs. She never really had to throw a fit, because she always received what she wanted. Meredy's life, for a time, was filled with shopping and money and an ill placed enjoyment. It wasn't until when she was seven when she finally noticed one obscured aspect of her life - education, when her private tutoring began. From then on, she began using the money to indulge in books and whatnot, finding it utterly fascinating. And then, for a time, Meredy found it oddly comforting to find solace in such a field, but she didn't complain. Not really, no, until she found out about schools. She had heard bits and pieces about them, how a clutter of children attended one place to learn. Determined to go to one, Meredy searched for the most prestigious educational building she could find, and after numerous failiures, she finally came across L.C.S.R.C. Her parents' consents were basically ones of approval. Sending their daughter away would mean less worry over looking after her.
Preferred Pokemon Type: Ghost
Physical Description: Quite an average, healthy child. Her height does not surpass more than 5'0 at least, yet lingers around that area. Her frame is normal, albeit small, not the best toned down body ever, but normal without detections of a sickly child. Dark brown hair, curled around the ends, dangle down her shoulders, a pink headband holding the loose bangs in place. She has bright oceanic blue eyes, with tints of gray swimming beneath the colors. Her skin is unsurprisingly pale, explaining her lack of outdoor activity in the duration of her life. She wears clothings in light colors- a white top, pastel violet skirt, and a a fur coat of some poor animal no one can identify. Normal black boots finish off the ensemble.
Mental Description: Meredy is a thinking person, someone who observes everything and anything within reason. She appears to be logical and possesses the intelligence of one older than her years. Due to this fact, not many gets to see the education-freak-curious Meredy, but a kid who loves showing off occasionally and acts pompous due to her so-called superior mind. A very bad habit of hers includes dismissing other students as 'inferior' or 'insignificant' or not even worth bothering to acknowledge, making her a person with little to no friends. And yet, she isn't the most heartless person on earth. Of course, she's only twelve, and doesn't realize arrogance is a very overused guise. Not exactly a demonic age, either. It might be that her personality was heavily influenced by her negligible treatment with her parents. Her one weakness at heart are friends. If she trusts you enough, which is quite easily, she will allow herself to be manipulated by any means.
Sample RP:

It is a routine, by now.

Her vision can only travel so far through a window, but she finds it nice. Almost comforting. Bright orange splays carelessly on the glass, creating a picture that seems so mystical and surreal. She finds the whole thing inevitable and rather funny. Her eyes travel to the clock, which reads five minutes to six, and in five minutes, she knows they will come. Thankfully, five minutes is not a terribly long time. Sometimes, it feels like eternity. At other times, she just wants to get it over with. And as to be expected, the door is knocked upon, and a timid head peeks in.

"Miss Wartington and Miss Goodmill has arrived," the servant quietly announces. He stares at her with those dark eyes, filled with pity and malice she herself cannot identify.

She nods, picks up her newly acquired purse, and slowly venture down the spiraling staircase. She sees them, waves, not expecting a wave back. They stand there, impatient at her slow pace, before one finally speaks out loud, "Meredy! It's good to see you! We've missed you so." Said girl tries to smile, but finding that she cannot, simply nods her reply.

"That's a pretty purse," the other girl comments, gazing at it in envy. "Mind if I hold it for a while?" A nod. The purse is carefully handed over, and the girl snatches it, opening it without hesitation. Eyes widen at the unthinkable amount of sum of wealth piled up within it. "Well, Nellie and I are going to have to go somewhere. We need to borrow some of your, er, money," she smiles.

"Can I go?"

"No...It's somewhere only Nellie and I can go to."

A small silence.

"Where are you going?" Meredy finally asks, curiosity overcoming faint disappointment. Nellie laughs, happily flicking her blonde curls out of her view.

"Somewhere, but we need the money. You're going to let us borrow it, right?"

She hesitates, then nods, trying a smile.

"Good, and we'll also bring the purse along, because the money might get lost. We'll return it one day. You understand, right, Meredy?"

Nods.

"Good."

They wave goodbye, pivoting, heading out the doors. She knows this feeling all too well, but for some reason, it feels okay to stand there, waving even if they can't see it, pretending that this is what every friend must sacrifice for friendship.

It feels okay. If there is anything she needs it is this. The feeling of reassurance. The servant stands near the staircase, staring at her, and without another word, she returns to the quiet of her room.

 

[Guitar dude bill]

Do I have to post a sample RP coz I've never RPed before. That's why I want to participate. Is a fan-fic prologue OK instead coz it is still writing. Just on your own.

 

[Bawooga]

Do I have to post a sample RP coz I've never RPed before. That's why I want to participate. Is a fan-fic prologue OK instead coz it is still writing. Just on your own.

You can type something up:

Sample RP: (Give an example of how well you can RP. It can be from another RPG, or something you just typed up.).

By the way, usually people like more content in the sign-ups than just a sentence or two.

 

[Scar]

Sorry that this is so long...no, I mean really long, as in four pages in Microsoft Word...I tried to make it very long and detailed, but I got kind of carried away, especially on the History.

Name: Evan Ryo Archangel
Age: 13
Gender: Male

History: Evan hails from Viridian City, and he got the full blast of how bad the world had gotten over the last fifteen years or so. The first few years of his life were just like most other children’s- with hopes of both survival and becoming a Pokemon Trainer. At age five, however, the inevitable happened (inevitable because from what I got out of the first post, Kanto got it the worst)- his parents were shot. Both fatally. It was very traumatic for him, as you might imagine. One moment, he had a loving mother and father. Then the next…both of them were in a pool of blood and he was alone. They had, however, succeeded in the only thing they were actually trying to do- protect Evan. They’d bought him just enough time to escape, and even though he was crushed to see his parents dying in front of them, he couldn’t hesitate to do so. To this day the thing he cries about most…is never being able to say good-bye to them. They were just gone and he couldn’t do anything to stop it, or at least delay it to let them know he loved them.
As much as it hurt, he ran. He ran as fast as he could, without looking back, ignoring the wall of tears slowly welling-up in his eyes. He hid behind a building, and started trembling. The boy heard a gun cocking, and braced himself for the intense pain that surely followed. However…he felt no pain. Only the cold of midnight air. He looked up to see the assailant frozen where he stood. Looking over, he saw a psychic Pokemon- Abra, as he quickly identified it. It was glowing blue. Having studied Pokemon, he knew it was using its psychic abilities. The assailant dropped his gun, and started acting as though he were choking. Within seconds, he was on the ground. This, however, took a lot out of the Abra, and it fell to the ground. Upon closer inspection, Evan saw a bullet hole in its head. The man had shot it in a failed attempt to survive. Twice, he’d been saved. He owed his life to three living beings…and he couldn’t repay the debt to any of them.
The years passed. Evan matured at a remarkable rate, though not outrageously. Simply…quickly for a boy his age. He grew up in an orphanage, which wasn’t at all filled with evil caretakers, and low budgets like most movies would lead you to believe. It was safe, the caretakers were kind, and because of the circumstances was heavily guarded, but where he grew up isn‘t important in the least. And although Evan was mature, the death of his parents and everyone else who he’d cared about (his other relatives and friends were killed over the past few years, though Evan didn’t know the details, only that they were dead) had certainly taken its toll on him. He became colder and colder, wanting to take revenge on everyone who had made him so alone. At the age of twelve, although just one month from his thirteenth birthday, he ran away from the orphanage. He had nothing against the people there, but something told him it was better to leave. Later, he was grateful he’d left, and felt it was a miracle he did. For a few weeks after he fled, the orphanage was bombed. For the next month or so, he’d be living on his own.
Amazingly, he maintained his sanity. In fact, he did better. He studied the arts of Pokemon and Pokemon Battling, so that one day when he finally got his first Pokemon, he’d be able to fight and take his revenge. He quickly learned all of the ups and downs of the subject, both basic and advance. If he could get a Pokemon, he was sure he’d become an expert battler. The only problem was, he had no way of getting one.
Although he was intelligent and healthy, life was still rough. In order to defend himself, he resorted to stealing a handgun and whatever ammo he could find to defend himself. He didn’t like guns, them being what killed his parents, but it was the only way he could survive in a world where hell was closer than it ever was before.
So, for one month, he lived on the streets like that. True, a month isn’t a very long time when you think about it, considering he could’ve been forced to live on the streets for a lot longer. Still, with the shape the world was in at the time, Evan was lucky to remain civilized, but he still feared for his safety at all times. However, he soon found out about the new trainer school, L.C.S.R.C., and knew it was his one chance for survival. Without hesitation he applied, and was told to go to the L.C.S.R.C. Viridian Embassy in two weeks.
Two weeks passed, and Evan went to the recently built L.C.S.R.C. Viridian Embassy and was informed of the tests he must pass. First, he was to be hand-picked by Lady Coradera out of the other students applying. He didn’t know what she’d be basing this off of, or what the point was of picking somebody based off of appearance alone, but nevertheless, he went along with it. Lady Coradera passed by him, and stopped. She looked to be in deep thought for a few seconds, but Evan’s expression remained the same- calm and pretty much emotionless. Just seconds later he was picked by Lady Coradera as she nodded her head in approval.
He was now to proceed to the next test- a mental exam. Evan was told it would be given by a psychic expert, and was simply to see if he was insane or had a mental disability. He didn’t say anything, just nodded and walked to the room where he’d be given the metal exam. The psychic asked him to sit down, and so he did. The psychic examined him carefully, apparently taking longer to examine him than most of the other students. Finally, he stopped. He walked over to Lady Coradera and the two started whispering. Evan strained his ears to hear them, but couldn’t. The two didn’t look worried, they actually looked somewhat impressed. Finally, the psychic and Lady Coradera walked over to him. He spoke to them very clearly before they could say a word and said very clearly, looking them both in the eye without the slightest twitch or fear “If you’re gonna tell me I’m depressed, it’s no news to me. Honestly, thanks for your concern though…”
The two merely looked at each other again, and Lady Coradera told him to please proceed to the physical exam. Once again, he merely nodded and went to the next exam. This was a physical exam. He was to be checked for physical disease this time. This exam went normally, though. The one giving it went through the routine tests, and informed him he was in good physical condition. Lady Coradera then took him into the next room. She said he passed the two tests, and now all that remained were two questions to determine what type of Pokemon he’d receive.
The next room was made like an office. Lady Coradera asked him the first of the two questions; “what do you wish to do in your life?” Evan didn’t need to think to answer that one. He answered with ease, “I only have one dream, really. Well…I would call it a dream exactly. Dreams are for the weak, I’m going to make mine a reality no matter what. Someday, I’m gonna raise a team of unstoppable Pokemon and separate earth from hell like it was before. Once I do that, I guess I’ll just do whatever.” Lady Coradera looked somewhat impressed at his selfless dream, but only mildly. His was probably just different from the others’.
The final question was “what type of Pokemon would you prefer to receive?” Evan thought it over for a second, and the memory of the brave Abra who risked its life for him flashed through his head. Immediately he said “I’d like a Psychic type. More specifically, an Abra.” He thought for another second, and decided that it might be a little too demanding asking for one specific Pokemon. So, he added on “…but if you can’t get an Abra, don’t sweat it. I’ll just take a Dragon in that case…” He did like Dragons, but his first choice for a Pokemon would always be Abra…
So, he was in. He was now enrolled in L.S.C.R.C. He had a long way to go- ten years to be exact- but it was certainly a start. Still, he couldn’t say the tough part was over. He wanted to say that, but he just had a feeling everything else that had happened so far, the thirteen past years of his life, had just been a prelude to what was about to go on at L.S.C.R.C…

Preferred Pokemon Type: Psychic (but if not Abra than Dragon)

Physical Description: Evan stands at about 5 feet 3 inches tall. He appears very healthy, having muscles visible but not incredibly huge or anything. He just has a somewhat-muscular build, like a high school wrestler would have, except it’s very easy to tell he’s not in high school. He has dark, wavy brown hair styled like an Anime character’s. His eyes are the same shade of brown as his hair, and have a look of strength and confidence in them, though by focusing on them very hard you can tell Evan is troubled deep inside of him. His face has solid features that make him look even stronger. He wears a sleeveless black shirt and a plain red jacket with an odd symbol on the back- a black cross with a black serpent wrapped around it. He also wears a pair of blue jeans and red and black sneakers which are scuffed up from the time he spent on the street. He also wears a golden cross around his neck, which has much more significance to Evan than one may think…

Mental Description: With a will of steel, Evan never gives up and never gives in. He doesn’t let anyone manipulate him, not falling for any sort of psychological tricks which are meant to weaken him. He’ll also suffer for those in trouble, even die for them, because he feels it’s as close as he’s ever going to get to repaying his parents and that Abra, and also understands what’s going to happen to them if he doesn’t. He’s also cold more often than not, and tries to avoid conversation when possible, but doesn’t freak out if he gets into one. It’s just that he prefers to do things on his own, rather than with others. He’s not exactly the type who goes out of the way to save someone’s cat who’s stuck in a tree, although when somebody really needs help, he comes to the rescue. Still, having lived on his own for the past month, he doesn’t exactly have to very often. His pessimistic demeanor sometimes weighs him down, but he can turn his anger into focus when in danger, so basically the more enraged he gets, the more deadly he becomes to enemies.
He’s also very intelligent, as stated earlier. Also as said before, he knows a lot about Pokemon, but more specifically he knows a lot about their weaknesses and strengths, their attacks, and battle strategies. Still, he’s got a LOT to learn, and he knows it. If he can learn to battle like a real pro at L.C.S.R.C., and catch Pokemon and raise them to the highest level, maybe he could do some good in the world, and stop other kids’ parents from dying…Like I said before, he’s not the type who stops to help people with every problem, he’s out to tackle the big ones, so he, as Evan himself would put it, “doesn‘t have time for their excuses for problems.” He can also think very quickly, which helps him out a lot as he sometimes has to think up things on the spot.

Sample RP: Okay…I think it’d be best to type something of my own up. So, I’ll type up sort of a prologue to my character’s story that shows the first part of the life story I gave you in more detail. It’s told as a flashback by Evan, hence it’s in italics.

It was so cold…The rain was coming down in sheets, though I could still see the look of pure insanity in that horrible man’s eyes. Though the rest of his face was well hidden by a black mask, his eyes were all I needed to see to know he meant business. As he raised his revolver to my head, it became even clearer I wasn’t making it out alive. I can still remember staring down the black hole that was the barrel of the gun that spelled my certain doom…or so I thought. For you see, it didn’t take my life; it took the lives of the two people who I loved most out of everyone in the world.

Just as the insane man looked ready to squeeze the trigger of the silver gun, I saw someone charge past me and ram into the man carrying the gun. The shadows covered his body, but I knew all too well what he looked like- my kind, loving father, who I knew from experience would give his life for me. He was soon joined by another figure- this one a woman…my mom. Two gunshots, two screams, and a flash of lightning were all I could remember. Then they were both on the ground. I was next.

“Run…” One of them whispered before closing their eyes, though I couldn’t tell who because the voice was too quiet.

Without hesitation, I started running. My mind told me to run, but my heart told me to go back. For whatever reason, I listened to my mind and ran. I don’t regret doing this, because it would’ve been pointless to turn back. They were already dead, and I knew it. As I rounded a corner, and tears filled my eyes, I mouthed the words ‘I love you…’

I just kept running through alleyways, but wherever I ran I could hear the faint sounds of footsteps behind me, gunshots ricocheting off walls, and every-so-often, reloading. I prayed for something to come and save me, but it didn’t look like anything would. I just had to keep running. My only concern was survival, which was very greedy of me considering my parents had just died.

The cold air stung at my face as I ran, and my dark brown hair was soaked from the rain. The clouds blocked out the full moon, so my only light was the flashes of lightning that came from the sky every-so-often. Then…I remember falling. I tripped over something, but I really don’t remember what. Maybe an overturned trashcan, or a simple empty soda can…or maybe I subconsciously realized there was basically no hope left.

“Damn…” I whispered under my breath…I hadn’t sworn before being just five years old.

Now on my hands and knees, I scrambled around another corner and ducked. Shivering, I stopped fighting and let the tears roll from my eyes. I felt…so helpless, so alone, so afraid. There was no way to survive.

<Why? Why’s this have ta happen to me…? > I thought to myself.

I heard a gun reloading, and my heart skipped a beat. The glistening tears continued to coat my eyes, but the rain made it very difficult to tell.

“Wh-wh-what do you…w-want?!” I screamed in-between heavy breathes.

“Your life. You and everyone else in this region.” The man said maniacally. “Now, say goodni-”

He stopped. I slowly looked up with a perplexed expression beginning to replace the fear in my small brown eyes. The man appeared frozen where he stood. His gun was no longer pointed at me, but off to the side by a few inches. Though, with extreme effort, he could move his limbs a few inches at a time. He tilted his head to the side, and looked to the side of me. He tightened his hand holding the gun into a fist as best he could. It was enough to pull the trigger and fire. I didn’t know it actually hit its target, all I knew at the time was that it missed me. That was all that was important…for the moment at least.

Suddenly, the man began desperately gasping for breath. I wasn’t sure how exactly, but I was safe as long as his whoever did this kept it up. Then, with one last desperate attempt for breath, he gasped once more, and fell to the ground. He hit with a thud, piercing his skin in several places, but that wasn’t the worst of it. I slowly raised myself up out of my crouched position. My shivering got worse as I walked over to the body. I wondered what had saved me. Looking over, I noticed a faint blue glow.

“Wh-who are…you…?” I asked in my small, weak five year old voice.

“Wrrrrr…” was all I heard from the blue light.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, and getting closer, I saw that the blue glow was coming from a Pokemon! It had a dark gold body, and its upper-torso was shielded by a brown armor with somewhat circular shoulder-pads. It was…an Abra, a psychic Pokemon which was somewhat weak at first but could evolve to become stronger. The attack had apparently taken a lot out of it, because as soon as the glow had completely disappeared it fell onto the concrete, sprawled across the ground. As I inched closer, I noticed that wasn’t all that was bothering it- it had a bullet-hole in its head, and was bleeding fast…the stray bullet must have hit it…

“What’s wrong…?” I asked the Abra; the concept that it had been shot had just sunken in.

“Wrr-rrr-rr…” It answered weakly, its breathing horribly labored.

The Abra lifted its head up for a second, then it fell on the ground again. The tears started falling from my face more rapidly, almost as fast as the rain surrounding both of us. I stared at the Abra. Its head, no, its whole body, was in a pool of blood like my parents. The rain began breaking up the red of the blood, making it swirl around with the water. However, Abra’s body was still becoming drenched in it. I was horrified…beyond horrified. Witnessing something so horrible twice in one day…well, I’m lucky to still retain my sanity.

“No…” Was all I could force out. “NOOOOOO!”

I screamed like that until my voice went hoarse. I stopped screaming- tired and worn out. With nothing left, I fainted on the ground. My eyes closed…I was sure I was a goner after all. In my last few seconds of consciousness, I looked over at the Abra…

I opened my eyes, but I’m not sure how much later. My hands felt the ground, and pressed against hard pavement. They then pushed my wiped-out body off the pavement, and I placed my feet firmly on the ground. I was in front of an orphanage. With wide-eyes and a perplexed but relieved expression, I walked up to the front door…

 

[GoldenHouou]

Wow, this sounds interesting. But I can't write the Sign Up now, as it's really late here, and you don't want to see what happens when I try to write when I'm tired

So could you reserve me a spot? And if it matters, as a person who likes Fire Types. (I might of picked the Psychic type, but there are so many of those already that I decided against it)

 

[Saffire Persian]

Characters-

Required information for students . . .

Name: Keturah Lynara
Age: 14
Gender: Female
History: Keturah was born into a small, rebel Village in the depths of Viridian forest. As her physical appearance (mostly her two toned eyes) was a bit odd, though she was treated well enough, she was never quite accepted into the society by her peers. Other children, few in number, usually ignored her, rather freaked by her two-toned eyes. They were never mean, but clearly gave off the aura that Keturah was more well-off to stay away. So, instead, she often went outside, to what remained of the outdoors, exploring the forest, exploring the few caves that were still safe to go into, wherever she could possibly tramp to be alone for awhile. As there were very few Pokémon now in existence, she ran into few. And those she did were the few hardy-ones that simply refused to be totally eradicated, such as a Rattata.

From the start, Pokémon fascinated her from a young age, first starting when she was about eight, when she began to be shown her father's Pokémon, which didn't show an aversion to her odd appearance, none of the village Pokémon did. Though few came to really like or care for her, they would actually look at her, accepting she was human, and nothing more, like she wished everyone would do.

As the years went by, her Rebel father trained her somewhat in the battling arts, as she just "Might have ta use it someday" and began to more readily instruct her on what had happened years before. He began to pressure her to begin seriously Pokémon training herself, like many of the other children were beginning to do in the village, if a Pokémon could be scrounged up. Keturah wanted to please her father, and tried her best, and when her father heard about the L.S.C.R.C., he admittedly got his hands on the form. Keturah wasn't as pleased as one might be, as she'd be taken away from the only home she'd ever known, but from the constant pressure from her father, she went along with it, determined to try and go along with his mindset: "It'll be for your good."

After going through a set of exams, she was finally accepted into the L.S.C.R.C


Preferred Pokemon Type: Normal (And if not normal, Dark)

Physical Description: Having an almost ethereal look about her, Keturah Lynara was always regarded as strange in her small hometown. With light blonde hair – so light, it pretty much seems white -- as well as mis-matched irises (one blue, one green) it’s no wonder they thought her so. She has a very slim build, and her skin is a rather pale, even though she often goes outdoors However, she's a healthy girl, with only a rare occurrences of common sicknesses. She's strong for a girl her age, and though she doesn't look it, she has a very good endurance when it comes to outdoor activities. Due to her home life, all her clothes that she owns are usually rather worn, a new set was only purchased because of her acceptance to the school.

Mental Description Keturah holds a rather introspective personality. She doesn't make friends easily, though it isn't out of a rebellious nature; rather, she's a bit timid when it comes to making friends with people - animals are a different matter. She approaches things cautiously, and is a rather observant, tactile girl who would never run head-first into things. When she does make friends - which is a rarity, she's very kind and considerate, and would try to do anything to help.

However, that trust she places in a person can be easily broken, then she'll become more of a loner again. Although she does not harbor grudges, she still remembers grievances (as well as other day-to-day events) for a very long time, as she has an excellent, though not quite photographic, memory. She enjoys working and battling with Pokémon, especially with Dark and Normal types - the most prominent in her village - as a few of the Rebels in the small village (including her father) had a few Pokémon of which to introduce Keturah to.

Sample RP

From a different RPG, that features an Keturah, with a slightly different personality. Only slightly. ^^ Older, too. Also, I edited it in to include the next section of the RP, so you c ould see some dialogue, yes.

Keturah Lynara shied away from the crowd instinctively, hoping to avoid whatever attention she possibly could from the array of people – many of which were trainers – milling about in Mossdeep City. However, her lithe moments did little to shield her from the crowd. She could feel their eyes on her, prying, scrupulous, and judging, stick to her like a magnet. Most of the looks curious with a few of them sprinkling with kindness and pity. Pity was the look she hated most of all. She knew how to take care of herself. In fact, probably better than most. She had lived all of her life that way.

Keturah knew that she should be used to situations such as these. Still, she hated the feeling that always settled in the pit of her stomach at times like this: the feeling of being singled out. It was like a dream, almost. A dream where you, in the middle of a crowd, had done something so incredibly wrong, or embarrassing, that it warranted everyone’s attention. Keturah had been experiencing this ‘dream’ for years, but not because she had done something stupid, or embarrassing.

No, she had merely been born.

She tried to glare angrily back at those whose eyes lingering the most, but lacked the outright determination and viciousness to do so. Many people did drop their eyes, however, but not from the utter warnings her glares should have gave. It was because of her ethereal look. Her eyes, one a piercing grayish blue, and the other, green, always seemed to have that disturbing effect on people. They’d look at her, and into her otherworldly eyes that sparkling with a lost sheen, like a dying ember of a fire amongst a persecuting wind. They then would immedialty look away, unnerved, out of guilt or pity, perhaps. It was hard to tell.

Her skin was pale, and her hair looked white, though the blonde sheen dispersed that thought upon further inspection. The aura that radiated around her could perhaps be described as glass: cold and hard to the touch; sharp if touched the wrong way, yet smooth at first appearance, with the lingering potential to shatter from a hard blow. Her clothes were plain, as she had gone to no expensive extravagances for this invitation, though many other trainers had. Her pokeballs were at her side, magnetized to her belt (as were most pokeballs), with a leather bag strung over her shoulder, carrying all of her most important possessions – one of which included an odd shaped key (though at the moment it was hung about her neck, hidden under her shirt.) Keturah had oddly felt hard pressed to wear it, as well as hide it. So she had compromised.

Keturah pressed on, coldly, like a shadow. She had turned down a few opportunities to battle from flamboyant trainers, with a shake of her head, or a firm no. That was usually enough to drive most of them away, as most knew her immediately by appearance from the official battles she had fought it, though few. Her image was not easily forgotten.

The rest, however, required a more forceful means that came in the form of a great cat: a Persian, with a sapphire stone embedded in its forehead instead of a ruby. Sapphira, as she was called, showed little hesitation in giving the bolder trainers an added incentive to ‘back off’, snarling with the ferocity of a lion if any disobeyed her mistress’s wishes.

Keturah fancied Sapphira actually enjoyed it. That idea made her smile from time to time, which was probably half the Persian's motivation.

Keturah finally arrived at her destination. Both she and Sapphira grew immediately alert, and Keturah moved away from the center of the crowd, favoring the outskirts. The sound of the sea calmed her, and Keturah found herself leaning against one of the steel fences. Her mismatched eyes stared into the water, going cloudy and distant, absorbed in a memory that she would have just as soon forgotten, but found she could not.

She shivered, turning about suddenly, away from the water, looking disturbed. Her persian looked up at her, feral features softening as she regarded her trainer. Sapphira's eyes swivled to the left. Her pristine muzzle curled into something in between a smirk and a snarl, before eliciting a very loud hiss, directed at a rather snobbish looking blonde, who scuttled away in fright.

== (more that was edited in, taken from the next RP post of mine. ^^)

Keturah's eyes scanned the crowd in a wary short of way. Most of the trainers were too engrossed in watching the numerous Pokemon battles that were currently taken place. They circled around the battling trainers and their Pokemon like wolves, watching just as hungrily as the real thing would in a crowd of sheep. She could hear them betting on what Pokemon would be 'beaten to a pulp' first (as well as some other choice language that were far worse, and more vile).

Keturah could only look away in disgust, and couldn't help but wonder what pathway most of humanity was going. Everyday, evil and wrong seemed to be more pronounced, and good less and less common. Even in her place of birth, which pursued an Amish-like way of life, was tainted.

Keturah sighed, and Sapphira's intelligent irises stared into hers, before her head snapped back around. A low growl rose in the back of the cat's throat, and Keturah followed the direction of the Persian's ferocious gaze.

A boy and his Mightyena had just bumped into a boy, and were now making a line toward her. They made eye contact immediately, but he did not look away. An easygoing smirk was set on his features, and he had a cocky air about him. He swaggered up to her, and Keturah knew it was useless to try to blend in with the crowd.

So, instead, she tried to compose herself, setting up an emotional façade to hide the turmoil of emotions coming to rest in her heart and stomach. Her gaze turned cold, like frozen steel, in the hopes of hiding her apparent uneasiness. Only a truly skilled observer could see behind her emotional shield.

Feline and dog snarled at each other, as their master's exchanged words.

"You're Keturah Lynara aren't you?" His voice oozed with confidence.

She hesitated in answering, but she was not one to lie. "Yes."

She also knew his want before he even asked her. "Battle me."

"No."

"What? Think I'm too good for you?"

Sapphira snarled, the hair on her back rising, though the hyena remained composed. “I’m afraid you are mistaken, sir,” she said, her facade flickering only when she met his eyes. “I just don’t want to battle.”
“You will battle me.” His voice was still cocky, but was now layered with a darker tone.

“I said,” Keturah repeated, her musical voice rising in volume with every syllable, “I don’t want to battle you!”

The Persian let out an unearthly growl, coming from deep within her throat, but the boy did not seem to take into account the cat’s last warning. His hand lashed out, and Keturah yelped in surprise, and fear, her façade shattering the moment, his hand clamped hard about her wrist, digging into her skin.

“I’m afraid I don’t take ‘no’ for an an –“

He was interrupted by a furious yowl from the great cat, as she lunged toward the boy with more than obvious intent. Her stone was glowing on its own accord, as it habitually did when Sapphira was angry, and her pearl white claws were unsheathed, preparing to tackle the insolent boy to the ground.

But the Mightyena was out, and intercepted the white incarnation of fury, knocking the cat into the hard ground. The Persian roared, the viciousness and wrath the Persian was known for coming to light. But the dog would not let her pass and get to his insolent brat of a master, and only lightning reflexes saved the cat from being bitten by the dog’s great jaws.

Surprisingly, the act did not make the boy drop his iron grip from around Keturah’s wrists, but tighten them. “Damn cat.”

 

[Uchiha Obito]

Name: Zeek Flarus Blarian

Age: 11

Gender: Male

History: Zeek has always been the shy one in his family. But when he was born there was a prophecy, which said that every 5 generations of the Blarian family a great pokemon trainer would be born, Zeek was that generation. But for some odd reason, he was always quit, except during pokemon battles, now that was something he enjoyed more than anything else. But otherwise he never talked that much. He grew up in a rich family, so he has never known any hardship, except his brother leaving the family to do bussiness in Orre, when he was a little kid of about 6. Zeek lived in the peaceful city of Olivine. His father is also a great pokemon trainer, so he wanted his son to attend this school. One of the most strange things was that Zeek had a very good relationship with electric type pokemon. Once he was playing with a little pichu, and it shocked him cause it was scared. But Zeek didnt even cry, he just started laughing when his parents found him.

Preferred Pokemon Type: Electric

Physical Description: Zeek stands 5'3, a good height for his age. He has light brown skin. He is always wearing a buttoned up shirt and yellow cargo pants. His shirt is plaid, with a thunder emblem on the pocket. He has brown eyes and is semi-skinny, because he is a vegetarian. He has a pointed nose and medium sized ears. He has curly, jet black, hair. He always has neatly clipped fingernails, and he has a tiny scar on his nose. How he got it know one knows. He has clean white teeth.

Mental Description: He is always thinking, and he loves to read books. You could say he is somewhat of a geek, but he doesnt gather information too much. He is always thinking of his brother who he doesnt know where he is. He is not perverted or anything. He always recites the best ways to be a trainer.

Sample RP: This is just something i typed up, that came to mind. Its not part of anything...yet?!!

Terrence rushed into the room holding a pistol in his left hand because his right hand was bleeding badly. He looked in the room everywhere, there was no one there, but he felt a presence there. He heard footsteps, so he turned around and said,
"Wh-Who's there!!!". Nothing happened. Suddenly he was punched in the back and he was sent flying onto the floor. He looked up at the figure staggeringly and fired a shot. The dark figure had a hole in its head, but then it regenerated.
"Terrence, you know too much, you should have stayed at the academy where you wouldnt have gotten into trouble, but now I am afraid that I cannot let you go, for you must be killed!!!," said the dark figure. Then he lunged at the black haired boy, Terrence, but Terrence rolled to one side and ran as fast as he could to the exit of the building.
"You cannot escaoe me, mwahahahaha!!," said the dark figure menacingly while he was running at an inhumane speed to catch up with the boy. Terrence knew that he couldnt outrun the figure, so he skidded to a halt and took up a pipe that was lying on the floor and he hit the figure right smack on the head really hard. While the figure was dazed, he ran out the door and into the water. He swam as hard as he could while repeating, "Never give up, never give up, never give up!". He finally reached shore where he ran to his dorm and quietly opened the door, and sat down. He thought to himself,
"Its finally over, thank god!!".

The next morning when he woke up, his roommate, a red head wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans, named Dereck, was already sitting at the breakfast table and eating toast.
"Dude, you were gone almost all night, what were you doing?" asked Dereck.
"Ya know, just went for a swim!" replied Terence, looking down at his bandaged hand.
"I accidently hit my hand on some really sharp rocks" said Terence. But Terence was really lying, he knew that the reason he was gone and the reason that his hand was bandaged was because he had visited the abandoned theatre on stony point hill. But he said to himself " Well atleast its all over now, I am never going back there again!".
But unbeknownest to Terence he would be back there again and it is far from over, far from over!!! Hahahah!!!

Stony Point Hill, The Abandoned Theatre, Stage.

Classical music played and then it stopped and a dark figure laughed a horrible laugh!!!

The End

BTW, I am a begginer RPer, ive done about 3 RPG's one i didnt stick to, and the other two I did. I am planning on sticking to this one also.

 

[Eso]

Okay, so I made this really long post with who was accepted and rejected and why they got what they did, but then Serebii decided NOT TO LET ME POST IT and then the entire thing got lost. I also realize that I’m extremely tardy in doing this and also posting my own characters. Please forgive me, my social life has recently transformed into the innermost circle of hell and keeping up with school work, other RPGs on other websites in addition to actually trying to (Gasp!) get some sleep in between all the torture I kinda forgot I had this going. Please don’t kill me yet. You can do it when there’s enough of me alive to murder. ^_^; Anyways, enough of my useless whining. Here’s what you’ve all prolly been waiting for…

Blingin G: Rejected.

MerkelHog: …Accepted.

Tiana_M: Accepted.

Bawooga: Accepted.

Dactylus: Accepted.

Psychic: Sure thing!

LilyPichu: Accepted, although you might want to specify where exactly she came from. I would suggest a city of Hoenn or one of the Orange Islands (for a bit of info on how the islands have changed, see my character’s history.)

Evan-Master Trainer: …Accepted.

GoldenHouou: Sure, but you might want to hurry. The spots are getting taken kinda fast.

Saffire Persian: …Accepted. Although you might want to move her village into the forest itself, since anything near the city would likely be attacked and destroyed as well. I think the forest would provide enough cover for a small village though.

Dream Breaker: …Rejected.

Civic Avenger: Rejected.

That makes eight accepted players and two reservations I think. I’m only going to accept a few more now, and yes I AM going to post my characters. Within the next two hours after I post this in fact.

 

[GoldenHouou]

Yes, I will hurry. Um, I was thinking of doing it by tomorrow evening/night. Or would that be too late?

 

[Skrusti]

...I'll actually be signing up for this too ^^; I'll try and get my sign-up as fast as I can ^^;

 

[Lily]

Thanks for accepting me. =]

~Edited my sign up with a minor add in. I'm trusting Lilycove will be alright.


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[Saffire Persian]

I'll go and edit that right away. Consider it done.