Woot! This game looks awesome! I think I'll apply. I've been in some RPGs in the past, but I have yet to find any that look as promising as this one.
Name: Remiel Zodiark
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Region: Phenac City, Orre
Personality: At the present, Remiel has a very vast, yet balanced personality. At one point, he was pure and simply a brat due to being spoiled as a child. Remiel is now more soft spoken, taking his time to figure out what to say. He is mostly friendly and kind, often going out of his way to help people if need be. Remiel is a very verbose young man, often musing about the weirdest aspects of life and not shutting his trap very often. However, he is known to be a worry wart of sorts, often going to great extremes to double and triple check himself. He absolutely loathes getting other people involved in his own problems. He enjoys training his Pokémon, wanting to keep them in top shape in case of emergency. He works them rather easily compared to other trainers, though has a bit of a bad habit of occasionally training them for long periods of time, ranging three to six hours straight. He always works on the field with his Pokémon, believing that having them work their hearts out while he lies around is not fair to them in any shape or form.
In battle, he has not changed much at all over the years. Remiel is very strategic (often making battle plans days in advance of a scheduled battle), calm, and above all, calculating. His musing tendencies tend to increase ten fold in friendly battles, but they calm down considerably in more serious fights. He can change his plans on the dime, and they tend to be well thought out making Remiel a great ally to have and a very challenging opponent to face. He encourages his Pokémon to work together and fight at their limits; however, he knows when to stop a battle and retreat.
Appearance: Remiel is powerfully built, standing firmly at a solid 5’11. All of his body features are darkly colored. His slightly tanned skin is marked with freckles from the constant Orre sun, but it shows little signs of sunburn due to Remiel’s constant application of sunscreen. His rich auburn hair has a bit of a wavy look to it, and Remiel loves to keep it neck length in back with his bangs, save the two on the edges of hair, cut short as to not block his view. The young man possesses his mother Gina's dark chocolate eyes. He has a very small goatee on the middle of his chin, which he claims complements his “lovely, radiant smile and heavenly, perfectly formed volcano lips.”
Remiel wears a pair of heavy, steel-toed combat boots due to his Feraligatr having stepped on his feet one too many times. His clothing of choice is always in colors that do not stain very easily and is often very loose fitting him. The exception of this rule is the tight white undershirts or t-shirts he wears underneath his trench coat. His coat falls down to the backs of his shins, and the long sleeves are folded back to allow him to use his hands more easily. He wears a couple of pieces of jewelry including plain solid silver ring on his left ring finger and a single red ruby earring on his right ear.
Bio: Remiel’s tale is something out of an ancient mythology book. He was born in Phenac City in the Orre region to a middle class family of five in which he was the oldest child. Remiel’s mother Gina often took it upon herself to spoil her eldest baby more than the other two, a tendency that Remiel describes as “when you’re first born, all you gotta do is sneeze, and you find yourself in the ER.” This made Remiel a very spoiled, bratty child who was general very unpleasant to be around. He preferred to be around Gina over everyone else, which made him rather unsocial, even towards his own siblings.
Gina’s brother, Gaspar, however, did take a liking to his bratty nephew and presented him a Pokémon egg he managed to get from his position as a leader at the nearby Mount Battle. Figuring it would help make the boy a little easier to deal with, he had no qualms doing so. True to Gaspar’s theory, what hatched out of Remiel’s egg helped make the boy a better person. The new Pokemon was literally the wall of optimism that broke Remiel’s bratty stage. The little Totodile proved to be so fun and so impervious to Remiel’s unpleasantness that Feraligatr’s personality rubbed off on Remiel quite a bit.
Remiel spend his life normally for the next few years, though he was considerably more pleasant. After graduating high school and helping the Totodile evolve into a fierce, but still nutty Croconaw, Gaspar took the boy on a couple of year journey around the world to further help the young man get an understanding of his surroundings. Gina was more than happy to let him do this, having seen the fault in her ways of raising Remiel.
Following his long adventures with Uncle Gaspar and later his cousin Omi (described further in his Pokémon’s bios), Remiel found himself caught up in the first real mess of his life, the Cipher Wars as he later dubbed them. Cipher, a criminal organization that is very infamous in Orre, seemed like a distant problem at best. At first, he did nothing to help the few people who knew of Cipher’s ambitions, that is until he heard news of Uncle Gaspar being wounded in an attack on Mount Battle by Cipher. Remiel thus decided to lend his aid until that was over.
Once he managed to help clear Cipher in the Mount Battle area though, he soon found that Phenac itself was gradually falling under the crime syndicate’s influence. With these strange “Shadow Pokémon” appearing right and left, Remiel found himself getting more and more involved in battling Cipher around his hometown. Being relatively smart, he took as low a profile, and he would often go by different names. Sometimes he simply gave information he found to the International Police Force and let them deal with the matters. Despite playing a relatively minor role in the Cipher Wars, Remiel was more than pleased to see Cipher’s glorious fall personally. To this day though, he is still very cautious over the possible return of Cipher, especially since he managed to get his hands on and purify one of their Shadow Pokémon.
The “death” of his Ninjask in his last battle against the crime syndicate has compelled the young man to travel the world once more to get his mind off of all that he witnessed during that three years he dedicated to fighting Cipher. Recently in his return to Mount Silver merely for a stroll down memory road, he heard some news about a tournament of sorts. At the urging of his overly eager Feraligatr and Tyranitar, Remiel decided quite literally “why not?” Perhaps some more casual battles and some much needed musing on life would be an ideal get away? Perhaps, just perhaps, he could have some fun much like his earlier years in the Coliseums of Orre?
Other: Remiel constantly calls his friends from the Cipher Wars and occasionally his family just to keep them from worrying about him.
Pokémon:
Species: Feraligatr
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Ability: Torrent- When Feraligatr has become injured a good deal in battle, his water attacks become more powerful.
Bio: Feraligatr and Remiel go very far back. Feraligatr is the odd duck of Remiel's team. He was born half the size of a normal Totodile, and as Remiel proclaimed, he was “the worst Totodile history ever had the misfortune to see." Yet a simple thirteen years later, he is the powerhouse of Remiel’s team and is abnormally tall for a Feraligatr. Being Remiel's first and having raised the Feraligatr from runt of the litter to the best of the best, Remiel has the strange tendency to reach for his Pokéball first, even when Feraligatr is not the ideal choice in battle. His innate good nature changed his trainer for the better, and as they journeyed through out the world, they became the best of friends.
As they travel the regions of the world with Remiel's uncle and cousin, Feraligatr and Remiel went through several "incidents" which all ranged from being beaten by an abnormally active Snorlax, chasing a Pupitar about as subverted in nature as his kind tends be as possible that had stolen Remiel’s things for an entire week through the caves and natural mazes of Mt. Silver, witnessing a battle between legendary Pokémon, helping bring about the fall of Cipher in their homeland of Orre, to even defeating an supposed “legendary” (though Remiel’s entire team had be defeated trying to weaken it, Feraligatr and Glaceon had a massive type advantage, and latter investigation found that it was just a Dragonite). If one were to name a possible event, the two have probably seen or been part of it in some shape or form.
Feraligatr began life as a very nutty and hyper Totodile, yet he was very good natured. However, just like his trainer, the nut matured greatly over the years. As a Feraligatr, he is much more calm and collected, but just as good natured as he was born. He knows several bizarre battle moves for his species, and the Feraligatr is more than more to display them in battle. His battle style often involves intimidating the opponent with his massive size or missing on purpose while causing as much damage to the area as possible. When the enemy shows a sign of fear, Feraligatr moves in for the kill.
Other: Feraligatr is about four feet bigger than others of his kind. He also, as mentioned earlier, knows many exotic moves for his species.
Attacks: Dragon Dance, Aqua Tail, Ice Punch, Earthquake
Species: Snorlax
Gender: Male
Age: 37
Ability: Thick Fat- Ice and Fire attacks are only half as effective when used on Snorlax. He hates to admit it, though, citing it makes him feel like the rest of his overweight brothers.
Bio: Remiel’s first encounter with Snorlax was very odd. Their fateful meeting occurred only a day or so after Remiel, Gaspar, Croconaw, and Omi arriving in Vermillion City in Kanto. The city was having massive troubles with a Snorlax. However, unlike in the past where a Snorlax was merely blocking the path to Diglett’s Cave, this one was challenging Pokémon Trainers to intense battles and absolutely destroying entire teams of Pokémon. What was more was he was proving to be impossible to catch, simply shrugging off even the mighty Ultra Ball. Unfortunately, Remiel and his uncle had not heard the news and went down the path where the aggressive Snorlax resided.
When they were almost halfway down the long dusty trail, a gigantic shadow covered the entire sky. Realizing was not an oversized cloud and that whatever was producing the shadow was getting closer at a literal neck brake pace, Gaspar pushed Croconaw out of the way just in the nick of time. Massive crashing and crunch told the group that had Gaspar been a few seconds slower, Croconaw would have become a literal pancake. Had they waited for only a few more seconds, they would have been flattened by a Snorlax. The Snorlax recovered from his missed blow with insnorlaxy speed and once charged at Remiel and Croconaw. Croconaw, who had just evolved from a crazy Totodile into an equally as nutty Croconaw, charged right back at it much to Remiel’s immense dismay. Unfortunately, Croconaw’s thought that he could match the large Pokémon in straight combat was easily the stupidest thing that had ever crossed the Croconaw’s mind.
The Snorlax pulverized the nutty gator with a wide variety of fighting-like techniques that most Snorlax would never be caught dead with, but Croconaw always managed to get up and fight back to a very week extent, probably angered beyond words for having been dishonorably sneak attacked. Just when the Snorlax was about smash Feraligatr in the grand finale of the fight with his so called “Ultimate Technique”, Uncle Gaspar finally managed to get his composure back in place and sent his Dragonite to interfere. With the Snorlax being extremely tired from pounding the Croconaw, the battle was over within a minute. Believing Feraligatr may have won if he had kept up the effort and at Gaspar’s encouragement, Remiel captured the Snorlax.
Snorlax has been a great addition to Remiel’s team. It turns out that this Snorlax is not lazy in the least, and he enjoys training, fighting, and physical activity in general. In other words, he’s about as insnorlaxy as they get. Snorlax greatly respects Remiel, thinking it was Remiel’s great training that allowed Croconaw to come so close to defeating him. Being a surprisingly jolly natured soul, he said nothing about become a Trainer’s Pokémon other than it would bring him much experience. He still likes to roam around in the wild for extended periods of time, which Remiel lets him do without qualms. Snorlax and Feraligatr are now good fiends and often laugh about their first encounter.
Other: The only real trait Snorlax has that reflects his Snorlax heritage is the fact he loves to eat. However, while his meals tend to be considerably larger than those of humans, they are still rather small for a Snorlax. Remiel has been known to mutter praises to the Powers that Be for this, as it has saved him a fortune on food. Snorlax also wears a crimson headband that sets him apart from others. Instead of staying on his back like so many of his kind, he loves to stand up despite the fact he has trouble supporting his massive bulk.
Attacks: Curse, Outrage, Rest, Earthquake (Once again, he’s a very active Snorlax.)
Species: Tyranitar
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Ability: Sand Stream- Tyranitar can summon a sandstorm at will. He’s never quite understood why he can do this, but he loves to use this sandstorm as a guard to boost his already mighty defenses.
Bio: Tyranitar is hands down the weirdo of the team. He and the boy who would chase the thieving Pupitar across a mountain range to get his stolen possessions back met when Remiel was traveling up in Mt. Silver with Uncle Gaspar. A new addition was long for the run this time, Remiel’s cousin Omi. It was a rather chill day, but none the less, Snorlax encouraged Remiel and his Croconaw into training hard. Between muttering things about the Snorlax’s thick fat keeping him so warm, Remiel and Croconaw were trying to get Feraligatr’s Ice Beam perfected by battling Omi’s Frostlass who had to qualms with the cold. Snorlax himself was practicing his fighting moves on the local trees. However, they had no idea that a certain arrogant, yet naturally curious Pupitar was watching them.
The Pupitar very quietly observed them, but he quickly grew bored with the sheer repetitiveness of the newcomers. That was until he grew hungry and saw Remiel’s backpack over yonder filled with delicious food. The Pupitar considered himself royalty and thus that put him about five ranks over captured Pokémon and about ten ranks over humans. He concluded that these simply facts made him deserve the food more than they did, so he snatched it and several other things while he thought no one was looking.
Well, Croconaw saw him do this, and thus began a week long chase through Mt. Silver with Croconaw, Snorlax, Remiel, Gaspar, Omi, and her Frostlass on the Pupitar’s trail. Over the course of the long, grueling week, Remiel learned what a colorful character the Pokémon was. The Pupitar set up clever traps, bragged a lot when he had the upper hand, and even gave them his name more than anyone Remiel had ever met. He was simply the Great and Noble Pupitar. Ultimately, Omi and her Frostlass cornered him, and Croconaw’s honed mid-evolution might made quick work of the royal pain in the butt. That is until the great Pupitar evolved into a greater Tyranitar out of the blue. With his vast increase in power, he turned the tables on Omi, Remiel, and their Pokémon. Perhaps loving the thrill of his new found abilities and the Hunt (for what is Tyranitarian Royalty without the Hunt?), he proceeded to chase them around Mt. Silver for another few days. However, once the group met back up with Snorlax in the nick of time. The massive Snorlax took care of Tyranitar for good using his fighting techniques. Just wanting to have such a powerhouse on his team, Remiel captured him when the royal pain was too weak to fight back. Since then, he has become a friend of sorts to the royal Tyranitar.
Other: Tyranitar is the second powerhouse of Remiel’s team with arguably the most powerful moveset of Team Remiel with things like Hyper Beam and Stone Edge. The knowledge of such powerful techniques stems from Tyranitar's eternal desire to be able to flex his mighty muscles in the Commoner's face and to be able to back up his flexing and boasting. He is now mainly arrogant against his opponents, often hitting a little too hard or sometimes a softly to lower their guard before hitting them full force. Tyranitar considers himself Tyranitarian royalty, and he often demands that everyone pay him the respect he deserves (minus Snorlax who he is rather afraid of). While he is arrogant beyond words, he is a very noble soul with a great sense of justice and is very protective of Glaceon (see below).
Moves: Hyper Beam, Stone Edge, Fire Blast, Dark Pulse
Species: Glaceon
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Ability: Snow Cloak- When it is hailing, Glaceon’s evasion is increased mildly.
Bio: Meeting Glaceon was a rather different experience for Remiel than how he met his other Pokémon. Overall, it was considerably darker than the rest. It all began when he, Uncle Gaspar, and Omi first arrived in the Sinnoh region so far away from their home in Phenac City. They had stopped at the edges of the vast Eterna Forest for lunch when Tyranitar sensed something wrong was a drift. Curious, the Tyranitar took off into the woods, and it turned out his instincts were correct; he heard shrieks of agony far off into the distance.
While Tyranitar was arrogant, he understood that royalty must protect their commoners to the fullest extent of their abilities. He blasted back towards the camp, grabbed Remiel, and raced back towards the area where he had heard the screams. Immediately knowing the Tyranitar was uncharacteristically distressed, Remiel clung on to the Armor Pokémon without any questions. Even from a good distance, the screams of pain were easily heard. After dashing through the forest for what seemed like hours, Remiel and Tyranitar came across a lone mansion-one that had been long since abandoned countless years ago. Within the crumbling structure, a light show was occurring along with what sounded like electric shocks being blasted frequently.
Tyranitar peered in through a musty, shattered window, and much to his infinite shock, Remiel saw a look of terror and indignation on the Tyranitar face. After all, what the heck terrifies a Tyranitar? Naturally, Remiel got ready to back the royal pain up in case he needed help, but the Tyranitar was already leaping into action. Without a second thought, Tyranitar fired a Hyper Beam into the room which Remiel guessed scared off, hurt, or even killed whatever was attacking the source of the screams. Inside the now wrecked room was a young Eevee staring widen-eyed at Tyranitar in fear. To the current day, Remiel still ponders what cause Tyranitar to act so out of character, but nonetheless, he capture the Eevee to get her back to safety without further injury.
Remiel (Tyranitar spent the long months out of his Pokéball to watch as well) saw her full recovery over the course of their stay in Sinnoh. Glaceon, some name Tyranitar insisted on naming her, grew up gradually as she journeyed with the others, grateful to Remiel and Tyranitar for saving her. Her shyness and a phobia of combat prevented her from fighting at all until she evolved into a Glaceon late into the Zodiark Sinnoh Trip to the north when Remiel was playing with her near a strange rock.
Other: Glaceon is a kind and gentle soul, though she is a bit timid in comparison to Remiel’s other trigger happy Pokemon. Her shyness and hesitance do not mean she’s a wimp in any regard as she has bested Tyranitar in all of their battles. In short, she prefers to use a calmer and more strategic approach to combat if she must fight. She has a slight crush on Tyranitar and hides behind him when frightened. Glaceon also prefers to stay out of combat, and Remiel complies with this wish, lest he wish to incur the wrath of the Great and Noble Tyranitar. She and Omi’s Frostlass are also very good friends to each other, as the second was the one who helped Glaceon recover over time.
Attacks: Blizzard, Wish, Shadow Ball, Protect
Species: Scizor
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Ability: Technician- Due to some great insight on her part and ancient secrets of her swarm, Scizor’s weakest techniques are considerably stronger than what they should be.
Bio: Scizor’s life is a bit more chronicled than Remiel’s other captures. While Glaceon is too young to recall what exactly her life was prior to meeting Remiel and Tyranitar has simply never told anyone, Scizor has told Remiel her life story quite a few times. Born in a powerful swarm of Scyther, she was relatively well off with two loving parents and a pretty solid fighting ability despite being a bit small for her species. She's a firm believer of the laws of the earth, namely that the swarm must work together to survive and that the strongest live on and endure in a kill or be killed world. She served as a part of the hunting group during the years before her depature, so unlike most of Remiel's other Pokemon, she has killed before, but again, it was all only to survive. Nothing of interest ever really occurred in her life until she left the swarm to find her mate, either bring him back to her swarm or go to his, and continue the monotonous cycle of life and death again.
Remiel met Scizor just as he was leaving Sinnoh. Their first encounter did not exactly leave the two on good terms. When he was just outside of Jubilee City, his fighting team (the recently evolved Feraligatr, Snorlax, and Tyranitar) was taking a well deserved break after a good series of battles with Uncle Gaspar, Omi, and a few other trainers. Remiel was alone at the time, but he wishes one of his family members had been along to tell him the events that took place during his peaceful nap. Tired from just evolving, Feraligatr was sleep against a tree with Remiel also napping on his belly. Glaceon was playfully poking at a ball of string and watched as Snorlax did some more of his intense training regiment while Tyranitar making cracks on how every last one of the Snorlax’s moves and how his efforts to get into shape were completely pointless. None of them had any idea that their peaceful day was all about to go to hell.
While Snorlax was never one to lose his temper, Tyranitar’s insults finally took their toll when Tyranitar boasted Feraligatr of all Pokemon could pull off his “Ultimate Technique.” Insulted beyond measure (Remiel still does not see why since Feraligatr could pull off a solid portion of Snorlax’s techniques all anyways), he unleashed the full wrath of his martial arts onto the royal pain. He somehow sent the Tyranitar as sky high as his strength could throw the living suit of armor several times. In a failed, desperate attempt to keep the angry Snorlax from killing him, Tyranitar threw Hyper Beams left and right toasting much of the area including a Scyther’s recently finished nest. The angry bug tried to attack Tyranitar only to be grabbed by the royal Tyranitar and thrown at Snorlax. The Snorlax thinking Tyranitar had thrown a rock at him kicked the Scyther right at Glaceon, which he still claims to this day was a complete and total accident.
The Scyther almost hit Glaceon head on, but only the bug Pokémon was knocked out from the blow. Glaceon managed to block the oncoming bug bullet with a quickly placed Ice Beam and some insane evasion skills. Almost hypnotized by the ball of string she had, Glaceon looked the other way literally seconds afterwards and returned to playing with her toy. Immediately following her quick recovery from the ice attack, the young Scyther unleashed her inner beast on Snorlax and Tyranitar. True Tyranitar's armor normally would have rendered any move a normal Scyther would have known useless, Scyther had an ace in the hole that also proved to be good against Snorlax.
Dink!
That sound literally got to her as she tried to X-Scissor Tyranitar relentlessly, only to get that annoying sound. Finally, she used her Ultimate Move, the godly fighting-type move Super Power, and promptly got into an all out brawl with the rock tyrant and the subverted Snorlax. With Hyper Beams, Outrages, and generally painful physical moves flying like bullets in a war, Remiel occasionaly wonders how: A. He did not wake up. B. He was not hit. C. Why he had to be a sleep to miss something so awesome. Ultimately, Scyther came up on top... that is, until another unexpected player entered the brawl.
On top of all that chaos, Feraligatr then woke up incredibly hungry (he was about seven feet bigger than when he had last had a meal) and almost ate the horribly weakened Scyther, thinking it was what Remiel had brought back for dinner. Remiel caught the poor bug to stop his oversized Feraligatr from devouring it whole. While the Scyther was cold towards Remiel for letting his Pokémon almost kill her on four different occasions within literal seconds of each other, she opened up very quickly, revealing how playful and gentle she truly was. Still, she holds a grudge against Tyranitar for ruining her nest (luckily, she was single at the time and no others of her kin were hurt).
Having recently evolved in a temporary trade to get ready for the tournament, Scizor's confidence has gained a great increase given the immense boost in her overall power. Despite being a bit slower than she used to be, the steel bug feels more comfortable with getting into close quarters with the brutes of the Pokemon world. Protective best describes Scizor. Having been raised in a style of life that deals with forming a strong, united swarm, the steel bug tries to do everything in her power to keep her family alive and well. This has naturally lead to her being insanely protective of al its members. Scizor is much more level headed than the male Pokémon on Remiel’s team, thus she often acts as the voice of reason for them. She’s very gentle with Glaceon and Feraligatr (despite his incredible height over her) due to their relatively young ages. She looks up to the sagely Torterra as a good influence, often following the Gaia Turtle's example just short of her mentor's occasional laziness. However, she has a noticeable more violent side to her seemingly sugar-coated nature. True her self imposed life purpose is to protect her loved ones, but a little pain tends to make that goal much, much easier. She also acts as the second Pokémon on Remiel’s team to control Tyranitar with her recently learned technique Bullet Punch and nasty Super Power. Much to Tyranitar’s dismay, she is trying to teach the more physically powerful Snorlax how to use them as well.
Other: She can lift several times her own weight. Feraligatr has tried to find the full extent of her strength, and much to his shock, she proved to be able to lift him, Tyranitar, and Snorlax at the same time. Like Snorlax, she occasionally leaves Remiel’s company to visit her swarm, but she has shown no interest for raising a family. Remiel has promised to release her should she ever reach this decision.
Attacks: Bullet Punch, Superpower, U-Turn, Pursuit
Species: Torterra
Gender: Female
Age: 52
Ability: Overgrow- When Torterra’s health is low, her grass attacks gain great power.
Bio: Torterra’s history before meeting Remiel is widely unknown. Heck, she can hardly recall a single day prior to her sad days as a Shadow Pokémon. What Remiel guesses is that she was raised and trained considerably harder than he trains his Pokémon, and then she was given to Cipher for Shadow Pokémon testing. She was his first Pokémon to be “captured” in Orre, and the both agree they wished they had met under different circumstances.
Remiel met her in the heat of battle when fighting a two-on-two battle against two key leaders of Cipher along side a friend of his. Remiel's and his friend’s teams stormed the enemies until a single Torterra was unleashed. The turtle Pokémon took out Feraligatr, Tyranitar, Snorlax, Scizor, and his friend’s team of Eeveelutions. Too afraid to send Glaceon on it despite the Glaceon’s enormous type advantage, Remiel unleashed his newly acquired Ninjask on the Torterra. The ninja bug’s vast speed, intelligence, and superior typing were enough to bring the greatly weakened turtle to her knees.
Remiel’s friend, afraid to let the Gaia Turtle’s vast power to be abused, “relieved” the defeat Cipher leaders of her by force. Gradually, the two turned the fearsome beast back towards her natural personality. It was about three months prior to the fall of Cipher when Remiel purified Torterra through a process Omi had learned towards the beginning of Orre’s Cipher Wars. Being very grateful for everything he had done for her, the Torterra joined Remiel’s team.
Torterra has a very sagely nature to her. She is extremely respectful of others, but she has a thing a demanding the same respect from others. While she is slightly arrogant, Torterra is a genuinely soft and motherly creature, Her wisdom of battle, calmness that is even past Shedinja’s, and years of battle experience have made her perhaps the strongest on Remiel’s team. She always helps the younger Pokémon on Remiel’s team with ageless advice and secrets of battle. Strangely, she is a bit on the lazy side of life, often taking long naps when not in battle or occasionally using more practical means of battling than what Remiel might have in mind. Everyone from Remiel himself to Tyranitar has been helped out by her in some shape or form. She is, in short, the team’s motherly figure, even to the already extremely motherly Scizor, and she follows Remiel around out of the lack of knowledge of her previous life and gratitude for all of his help getting her through the darkest days of her life.
Other: Torterra has a fear of Dark type Pokémon (the kind that really reflect it, not the surprisingly good-hearted exceptions that occur once in a blue moon like Tyranitar) simply because they remind her to much of here days as a Shadow Pokémon.
Attacks: Leech Seed, Earthquake, Wood Hammer, Stealth Rock
Back in Orre with his family (as in just for background details and not to appear in this game period):
Species: Shedinja
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Ability: Wonderguard- Only super effective attacks hurt Shedinja. Sadly, she cannot take a hit either.
Bio: Captured by Remiel as a Ninjask, she was a major help to Remiel’s team when Glaceon was too afraid to fight during the Cipher War. Her calculating nature, speed, vast battle expereince, and seriousness got Remiel and his team through several deadly battles. She was the one who helped Remiel get his Pokémon back shortly after Cipher had stolen them and almost killed Remiel trying to get them. Also known as the Buffing Queen by Tyranitar, she would often simply power herself up while hiding behind her Substitute attack. Then with a quick Baton Pass, she would toss her increased strength to one of the four powerhouses on Remiel’s team. She was always three steps ahead of the enemy in her thinking and often would battle without Remiel’s commands, sometimes finding the flaws in his plans. Her refusal to lose stopped Cipher many times, but it ultimately killed her when she ended up on the wrong side of a Salamance’s Fire Blast.
Devastated by his lose, Remiel focused all his time onto taking down Cipher by any means necessary. His new focus along with the help of several allies destroyed the crime syndicate. He would seem distant at times recalling her incredible efforts to help him. Only days before leaving for Johto, Remiel was examining her old Pokéball after hearing an old wise tale about Ninjask having second lives. Remiel soon found it was true. With his heart finally at piece over what happened, he departed to Johto, leaving Shedinja back with Uncle Gaspar for safety purposes. Needless to say, Shedinja has shown no issues with this proposal.
Other: She is even more serious then when she was a Ninjask. Shedinja is a very stoic Pokemon, rarely showing an ounce of emotion other than the occasional graditude towards her trainer. Strangely, while Sheinja is next to impossible to read, she has a strong ability to understand the emotions of others. Despite being a bit of a hardcore stoic, she has no qualms with talking, which she does almost as much as Remiel himself. Remiel often wonders how that is sudden stoicism/seriousness is possible, but he has concluded that dying probably had something to do with her sudden shift in nature. Remiel has yet to actually bring her to a fight due to his fear of losing her permanently. Once again, Shedinja has no problems with this, given how frail she feels her new form is.
Attacks: Currently unknown, but Remiel guesses that she must have similar attacks to her Ninjask self.
RPG sample: (Took me forever to type this way back when. It was a starting post of mine for a KH game on another forum years ago.)
London was burning.
A smile rose unbidden to the figure's lips as he gazed out over the flaming city, noting with some satisfaction that the night sky had turned a deep blood red. Even from this altitude, he could clearly hear the screams of terror and the anxious pleas for help that would never come. The pitiful emotions, the scents of panic and fear were all about him, filling and revitalizing him with each passing moment.
The figure could scarcely imagine the impact of the unfolding scene on an observer on the ground. First there would be the heat—a suffocating cloud of smoke and ash that engulfed nearly the whole of London. Nearly every building in the sprawling city was ablaze, food for what was quickly becoming a bonfire of unprecedented power. Next would come the gnawing fear as one glanced to the horizon only to find a pirate ship prowling London’s flame-tinged sky, effectively barring any means of escape. The pirate’s ship had been an especially brilliant acquisition—with its thundering cannonades and grinning Jolly Roger, it had effectively squashed the last hints of hope in the city below. Finally an observer would sight the solid mass of black quickly sweeping through every street and side alley, an army of Heartless that was emptying building after building, room after room, consuming all organic life that it found. The figure could feel the mounting desperation as chaos as thousands upon thousands of souls were irrevocably severed from their hearts, could sense the frozen disbelief and unadulterated terror of those that remained. And he relished it all.
Basking in the sea of tortured emotion that surrounded him, the figure emitted an icy laugh. Pulling back his obscuring black hood, a trademark of the mysterious and omnipotent Organization, the figure bared his face to the glowing horizon. His face was smooth and youthful, dominated by two piercing gray orbs that revealed not a fleck of compassion within his entire being. His head was crowned by a spiky mass of unnaturally gray hair, bangs so outgrown as to shroud much of his cold complexion from view.
He was Zexion, Number Six of the Organization, “The Cloaked Schemer.” Disdaining the mundane arts of war that so enthralled his fellow Organization members, Zexion instead focused his attentions on the human spectrum of emotions. He was a master of manipulation, sensing and subtly shifting the moods of those around him with uncanny ease. Eloquent to the last, he was often designated unofficial representative of the Organization in matters requiring careful finesse. He was also a skilled coordinator, a talent which fellow Organization members like The Superior, Saïx, and Vexen recognized and respected. He had assumed the role of coordinator in this latest mission, an endeavor that had so far met with unbelievable success, thanks much to the brilliant plan concocted by The Superior.
The plan had been an unprecedented move for the Organization, a massive, lightning swift attack intended to reduce the world of Never, Never Land to oblivion. This was the first time the Organization had pooled all of its resources into a single operation. Xigbar, Xaldin, Vexen, Lexaeus, himself, Saïx, Axel, Demyx, Luxord, Marluxia, and Larxene--eleven of the twelve Organization members, directing and planning the attack in beautiful harmony.
Following The Superior's plan precisely, these eleven members of the Organization had taken the corridors of darkness to Never, Never Land's rocky bay, where they knew the infamous Captain Hook would be stationed. Approaching the villainous captain straightaway, the Organization had made use of Zexion’s masterful negotiation skills, slyly submitting an offer they knew the captain could not refuse. With the use of Zexion’s scenting ability, the Organization could pinpoint the exact location of the Lost Boys within the island interior, directing the deployment of Hook’s Heartless army with unerring accuracy.
The Organization had asked only three things in return. Firstly, any and all Heartless and Nobodies inadvertently created through the villainous operation would belong solely to the Organization. Secondly, the fairy known as Tinker Bell was to be captured and surrendered to Organization experimentation. Lastly and most importantly, once the subjugation of Never, Never Land’s island was complete, Captain Hook would forever relinquish control of his vessel and Heartless crew to the Organization. The ship’s immediate destination would then be the other half of the world of Never, Never Land—the city of London, home to almost a million souls and the largest source of potential Heartless and Nobodies in all the Realm of Light.
Driven by his own subdued rage and hatred, Captain Hook had immediately accepted. Zexion’s smile returned as he reflected on the ease with which the island had been eradicated. The Indians, the mermaids, the Lost Boys—all had fallen within hours to the Heartless onslaught, effectively wiping the hidden island from the world of Never, Never Land forever. There had been one event that had not gone as planned, however, and in recollection Zexion’s smile rapidly vanished. Peter Pan, through some divine chance, had not been with the Lost Boys at the time of the attack, and try as he might, Zexion had not been able to pick up his scent. It was possible that Peter Pan had vanished from Never, Never Land, resisting the destruction of the island and braving the perils of the corridors of darkness as a rare few souls were able. In any case, Captain Hook had been outraged, but it had hardly mattered--the pact had been made, and he had been forced to surrender his livelihood, all the while seething more than ever before. This was an excellent turn of events. Despite his bumbling and comedic appearance, Hook was a potent nemesis, and his cloak of hatred and malice would soon transform him into a powerful Heartless and Nobody duo.
The Superior would be thrilled by this string of victories, Zexion was sure of it. The forces of the Organization had been easily quadrupled in a single night, and the Organization was now in soul possession of Captain Hook’s dreadnought, a mode of transportation that proved an excellent alternative to the corridors of darkness.
Returning to the glory of the present, Zexion crossed his arms, feeling continuous surges of renewal as he wallowed in the distant cries and fearful emotions. This was but the first step in a mammoth undertaking unlike any he had ever encountered before. It was the beginning of a journey of absolution for the Organization, a journey to regain their lost hearts and souls and grasp the mantle of sweet humanity once more.
And it was a goal that would accomplish a thousand-fold over, ultimately touching all the denizens of all the worlds of the entire realm. Kingdom Hearts would be created, and Zexion would feel as he was meant to feel. But for now, these harsh realities would have to suffice. The evening was still young, and there was still much work to be accomplished--yet this was toil not without its own set of satisfactions.
