[CHAR] Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

[Sumable]

Well, he had plans for turning him into a character, though. By that viewpoint Bonnie doesn't need an app.

[Evanist]

Sorry.... I missed that and lugia asked me to judge his app... I though he saw Stales app also.

I would say accepted for Stale. Nothing seriously wrong in the app as I see.

[Anlu]

Name: Thassa
Species: Ekans
Gender: Female
Ability: Shed Skin
Moves:
Poison Sting
Bite
Scary Face
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Bio:

Thassa, who ventured away from her parents nearly at birth, made it all of about two weeks on her own before she was cornered while trying to raid an unidentified burrow for eggs. There, she found herself cornered by an appropriately enraged mother Sandslash. She didn’t try to act tough – she begged for mercy, without recourse after all. Lona – that was the Sandslash’s name, as she would learn – spared her in the end, but didn’t simply let her leave. She kept Thassa in that burrow, and she raised her out of a strange sort of pity, fed her and read to her but kept her away from her own young until they were big enough to defend themselves.

Only then, after the first year, did Lona allow her quasi-prisoner to emerge from that burrow. She was allowed to play with the others – the brothers Lantenel, Yunkai, and Konten. By then she was bigger than they, stronger too, but disputes were always one-sided: Thassa was handled punitively the first time she bit one of her… for lack of a better word, brothers, and after that she never challenged them. She was always last in line, but in a way, it was better than being alone. She… learned to love them, to think of them as her family, and over time the tensions eased as even Lona ceased to think of her as a threat.

For the next year, things went with relative harmony! She grew protective of her brothers, and in time she began to refer to Lona as her mother. But Thassa was growing at an alarming rate, too, and her appetite grew with it. Her diet of berries (supplemented with the occasional egg for vital protein) had become far too lean, and although her nature was no secret, Lona refused to kill for her. The incessant, gnawing hunger began to keep her awake at night, and she always looked a little too long at the smaller creatures that visited the burrow. It’d begun making folks uncomfortable… and surely, not without reason.

When it finally happened, when a small pidgey landed far too close to her restive form hidden in the grass, things changed. Her family watched in horrid fascination as the thing struggled, those slender fangs buried all too deep in its breast, feathers and streaks of blood plastering Thassa’s snout as her prey slowly grew still and finally slipped down her throat… None of them quite looked at her the same after that. Some of the family’s smaller friends stopped coming around, too.

Over the next three months she learned to hunt and to feed herself, and her family grew increasingly uncomfortable with it. She couldn’t talk to them about the thrill of the hunt, as she had certainly learned to enjoy it, and that bothered them just as much as the necessity. Confident that she would finally be able to take care of herself, Thassa finally decided to leave, to strike out on her own. She left the burrow on the Sunswept Plains in good standing with her family, and was soon drawn to nearby Treasure Town to seek her fortune! …She still maintains contact with Lona and her brothers, visiting them periodically, and has presently moved into an old abandoned burrow on the outskirts of town. It’s a very nice burrow. Lantenel helped her dig it a little deeper and fix it up – nothing like a sandshrew to help shore up a good solid hole in the ground.

Appearance:

Thassa is a little different from the average Ekans. She’s a solid seven feet in length [to the average 6’07”], with the girth to match, scales that are dark like a bruise, and her eyes are pools of Merlot ‘round the narrow black iris. Starting just behind the head her neck is covered with mangy tufts of black fur, reminiscent of her father’s, which she typically has a hell of a time keeping clean.

Differences:

Her Hydreigon father’s blood runs a little too strong in her veins. This is the cause of her… abnormal appearance, and gives her access to Scary Face. This does not give her access to the Dragon subtype or any associated moves.

[Pearion_Rehtyer]

Name: Falvev Reno
Species: Chikorita
Gender: Male

Moves:
Leech Seed
Razor Leaf
PoisonPowder
Growl

Bio: Falvev was born as the son of an Ivysaur and a Bayleef, and he had always been a bit of a troublemaker. He teased other pokemon when he got the chance, nothing too hurtful, more just playful jokes such as "Be careful or you might fall down." Or "Gee, I wish I had such a big head, ehe." One day a pokemon that was getting fed up with all his playful jabs lured him out of town with the prospect of adventure. Having always wanted to join a team and go exploring Falvev jumped at the chance to join his friend out in the wilderness. Falvev met his friend, a Sneasal named Sherru and wander into the mountain that he had taken him to, under the impression that this was an exam to get his rescue badge. It was a foolish thought, Sherru didn't even have anything indicating this was the case, but Falvev was too excited to worry about this.

He entered the mountain with bright eyes and a wide smile and picked up his first item: a sleep seed. He turned it over a few times and pipped in happiness before turning to ask Sherru what their objective was. Sherru told him they were looking for a Fearow who's wing had been broken and had crash landed on the mountain. The Fearow wasn't actually injured of course or they wouldn't send in rookies. Falvev pumped himself up and ran off ahead, though when he met his first opponent, a Spearow, he knew he was rather outmatched. "That's okay, flying is to weak to ice." He stated, looking back to make sure his friend was there to deal with it. Sherru dove out of the shadows and slamed into the Spearow, taking it out effortlessly. Falvev gave a sigh of relief and they continued on into the mountain, taking out enemies as a team along the way.

The first path down was where it happened, Falvev hopped down the hole, yelling about their first milestone, and turned around to see that Sherru and the hole had disappeared. He blinked a bit, wondering how that could have happened, but shrugged it off. He wasn't overly knowledgeable of how dungeons worked after all, he figured that Sherru was just somewhere ahead of him, or had run off without him. He continued forward, eventually calling out for the Fearow he was looking for. He eventually heard a squawk and ran towards the direction of it.

There never was a Fearow for the test, and Sherru had waited back on the first floor for a rescue team they sent for. Falvev walked into a Spearow nest and was immediately assaulted with pecks until he fled out of it. He was rather badly battered at this point, and stumbled around until his strength failed and he collapsed.

Sherru had never meant to cause that much harm to Falvev, he just thought the Chikorita needed a lesson, not to tease others about "Sunny gems" and "Creepy dark powers." Sherru however was worried when he was not sent back after a while, in hindsight Sherru realized that since Falvev didn't have a badge, he would not appear back in town simply because he fell in the dungeon. But Sherru couldn't go in after him or risk more danger. So Sherru applied for a Rescue Team to find Falvev.

Falvev woke having been dragged off to some other part of the dungeon. A captive of some pokemon there. They would make him fight for them or perhaps just dispose of him, either way Falvev was sure he didn't want to be a part of it. He was lucky to rouse before they came back. He tried to stand and found his leg was injured, it wasn't when he passed out so his captor probably did so to keep him from escaping. He scrambled out of a nest of random objects that he had been placed in, tumbling over the side of metal, straw, and plastic onto the stone of the mountain again. He winced and raised his head up to see....bones. So that wasn't a good sign. There were pokemon bones scattered around the nest here and there. He really had to get out of the place, so he started to crawl before hearing a roar behind him. He turned around to see an Aerodactyl, and simply had the words, "Oh..." in response. The Aerodactyl didn't seem to appreciate him trying to escape and it snapped its jaws forward, lifting him by the leaf. He cried out and flailed about as he was tossed back into the nest and bounced harshly on a bit of the objects there. As he was advanced upon again he remembered that he had gathered the sleep seed earlier, and checked to see if he had it on hand still. He found it, but it had been tossed a few feet away from the throw he had sustained. Steeling himself, he leapt forward off his good legs towards it and reached to grab it. Being caught in mid-air by the Aero's jaws. They dug into his belly and back and he squirmed, faintly, losing his strength again. He had grabbed it though, and with his current position he could easily lob it down the bird dinosaur's throat. He winced and whined as a drag of the Aero's teeth drew more blood before throwing the sleep seed.

It took only a few moments for the Aero's jaws to lax enough for Falvev to drop, but he was already fading out himself as he slammed back into the nest for a third time. When the Rescue Team that came to save him arrived, he had found himself awoken during the fighting, and in pain until he returned back to town. He had been holding onto a queer book when he was warped back, and learned that Sherru had both tricked him and saved him. He wasn't quite sure what to think about that, but he left his exploration with a prize at least. The book was written in an ancient text though, and he could not read it at all. He wandered town for a few days to try to find someone that could decipher it for him but none could. He at least was able to read the cover, written in human text, had the words 'Arceus' on it. The creation pokemon...but there were other words on the cover that were written in a different language.

With no luck translating the rest, he determined it was Arceus that had saved him, and that he would do his best to defend others. He would join a rescue or exploration team and search for pokemon that had been in situations like he had, that needed help. He wasn't too much of a fighter himself but he was sure he could aid the teams in terms of tactics and support moves, and perhaps some of the luck Arceus had given him.

Appearance: Falvev appears very much like a standard Chikorita, the only notable differences are that his leaf is a bit more shiny than the norm and that he tends to carry a small, human book he found detailing the lore of Arceus. He of course cannot read it himself but he carries it and pretends that he can.

Differences: He can channel the healing his drains and Synthesis do to others by closing his eyes and concentrating, an effect granted due to his dedication to Arceus and life. He does not recieve the benefit of the healing as well doing this though.

( I feel the bio might be a little much...^^; )

[Lugia]

I do have a couple issues, one's minor, and one's somewhat major...
the first one, as in, the minor one is that there probably wouldn't be stairs. A slope upwards, maybe, but not stairs.
The second one... pokemon speak and write in English (this is not only just convenient, it makes sense, given that Unown exist, and could have/ would have since taught them the language.) I understand that you don't want the book to be read at this point, and that's fine, but maybe you could make it old to the point of near illegibility, instead.

[Pearion_Rehtyer]

Ah, thank you for the correction of stairs and slope. As for the book, that is major. I will have to use a bit of creativity as that was one of his things in his original design. But I understand the need to fix that. *Goes to think on other ideas aside from illegible, keeps that one in mind though.

[Lugia]

With the additions, it looks acceptable to me. You may begin.

[Riddles]

Name: Dexter Flint
Species: Growlithe
Gender: Male
Moves:
-Bite
-Roar
-Ember
-Howl

Bio: Dexter was born and raised in Frigid Peak, a small town far to the north of Allure. There was snow on the ground year-round, which made it nearly impossible to grow crops. It was a fairly successful mining town, which was a good thing, since trade was very important to keep it going. Without the ability to grow their own food, they had to constantly import food from the south. Trade caravans heading along the long, winding road that lead to the town weren't an uncommon sight.

Dexter was the oldest of 8 pups, and as a result, was also the biggest and strongest. He would constantly pick on his younger siblings, as well as other Pokemon that happened to be smaller than him. He had several friends that would help him bully other Pokemon. Sometimes they would do harmless things, such as exploring the town's outskirts. Most of the time, though, they were up to no good. Dexter and his gang of troublemakers soon gained a bad reputation among the townsfolk.

Eventually, the townsfolk, and even Dexter's own family got tired of him and his group causing trouble. They were all cast out of Frigid Peak, and it was made very clear that they wouldn't be allowed to come back. Dexter and his group wanted to get back at the people who had banished them from their hometown, but at the moment there was nothing they could do. Just when they were ready to give up, they stumbled upon something amazing.

There was an abandoned outpost not too far from Frigid Peak that had a worn-out trading caravan parked nearby. Okay, it may not have been that amazing, but it gave Dex an idea. If the residents of Frigid Peak were going to treat them like bandits, then they were going to be bandits. There were plenty of supplies left at the outpost that allowed them to fix it up. They then set off in search of one of the caravans on the road to Frigid Peak.

Their first raid was easy. There was normally nothing in the area that posed a threat, so they caught the driver completely off guard. They managed to get away with all of the supplies that the townspeople were trading. It was filled with all kinds of gemstones and ores, which they managed to sell on the black market.

After they'd raided several more caravans, some filled with ores from the mines, and some filled with supplies that the townspeople needed, the traders were beginning to get smart. They brought bodyguards with them to fend off the Dexter's bandits, and sometimes took a different path up the mountain. There were also guild members coming after them. This made things a lot more difficult, but they managed to avoid getting caught, and most of their raids were still successful.

Everything changed, however, when a team of guild members found the outpost that Dex's group was using as their headquarters. They waited until night to attack, and ended up catching the group of bandits completely off guard. They put up a fight, but most of them ended up getting arrested that night, including Dexter. The group of bandits disbanded after that. Dexter never saw any of them again.

He spent several years in prison after that. He constantly got into fights, one of which resulted in a scar on his chest. The guards were douchebags. He was confined to a cell most of the time. Needless to say, he hated it there. He was forced to sit behind the bars of his cell, waiting for freedom. After what felt like decades, he was finally released.

Appearance: Dexter's fur is a lot thicker than normal due to the climate he was raised in. He also has a large scar across his chest, but it's mostly covered by his fur.
Differences: He has Howl, which he inherited from his Mightyena father.

[Lugia]

IGNORE THIS POST, IT'S NO LONGER RELEVANT.

[KaBling]

Uh... Ridlins is accepted.

Explained the fact that only OUR bags have a large amount of space to Lugia.

[Anlu]

I'm 200% stupid holy crap.
Ekans doesn't learn wrap.
Ekans STARTS WITH WRAP.

...Would it be okay if I added wrap to her movelist?
She's obviously going to wrap around things anyhow, like really.

[Lugia]

Go on ahead, lol.

[Anlu]

...Does that mean I have to either keep it forever or stop snake-squeezing people when it leaves her movelist? XD
What's your definition of an "attack" or "ability" and how it relates to normal, realistic actions? This question always comes up sooner or later in a pokemon RP...

[Lugia]

Well... that's... hm... we have a notion of 'regular attacks' in this RP, which the games do, as well, basically, it's an attack, with low power, that isn't necessarily a move. Said 'attack' doesn't have a type other than physical, either, so it can't be super/not very effective. Since literally any pokemon can use this, I'll just assume that this can be any variety of actions that would qualify as attacking without being a move. Does that make sense?

Also, mind moving the rest of this to the OOC?

[Invisible Man]

Name: Rafas 'Kick' Bowen

Species: Hitmonlee

Gender: Male

Moves:

• Rolling Kick
• Double Kick
• Jump Kick
• Mega Kick

Bio: Now, to say he was different from the others of his species is quite the understatement. He was born in a family of pure fighting types. They never seemed to rarely interact with other types of Pokemon out there and merely just hung out with only pure fighting types, not even mixed fighting types. Kick's current family are a varying generations of Pokemon living under one gigantic roof and as you can assume, his only family was pure fighting types. Kick's story began when conceived he entered his world with his mother being a Mienshao and his father, obviously, a Hitmonlee. The family focused on strict discipline, hard work, and training.

When he was barley at the age of toddler, his father put him inside of the house's training regiment for discipline, strength, and orderly conduct. He spent most of the mornings waking up before the sun could even rise, help with cooking and cleaning, and spend until the afternoon sparring with his various amounts of cousins that inhabited the dojo. In the afternoon, he would spend time with his father mainly either practicing or studying the ways of combat and in between those practices have his mother help relax his fatigue. He continued this regiment for several years, honing his skills in the art of kicking and the powers it can bring just one person. Now, as most Hitmonlees are rather good at kicking, Kick was rather... Obsessed by the act of kicking. It maybe has to do something with his brain or somehow his life style brainwashing him into being this way... Maybe actually both.

Now, being only confined to the dojo made Kick rather... Strange, when being viewed by actual normal raised Pokemon. He was very blunt with whatever he was trying to say, as his parents would have liked. He was always excited about fighting and being the strongest which also pleased his parents. He also is rather serious about the way of kicking, which also pleased his parents... You get the pattern here? Well, as he was obsessed in the way of kicking, he was always talking about something about kicking, be it wanting to kick something or discuss the interesting ways on how to kick stuff... He was just really into kicking. It wasn't really strange inside of his household, everyone in his family was obsessed by the way of fighting. Now, it would only be a matter of time before Kick would be able to leave the dojo to explore the world, and his parents knew this as it was tradition.

It took around fifteen years of hard work and training, but Kick was finally going to be let out of his dojo for the first time. The tradition was to explore the world and do whatever it takes to become stronger, however, use the powers only for good as they don't want to tarnish the reputation of their house. Now, once they have found peace within themselves, mentally and physically, he was supposed to go back to the dojo to become the new master, but only if they manage to truly be at peace. It was also in tradition that they bring a wife to support the new generations of the family, however, it could only be a pure fighting type. Kick was proud to carry on the tradition of his family and waved goodbye to the dojo as he would be gone for many years. He was only supplied with the bare essentials of living and bare knowledge of the vast world of other pokemon through out the world and how there were actually different types. So, the new rather strange and determined Hitmonlee was going to take the world by storm and soon become the strongest he can become.

Appearance: He looks rather identical to any Hitmonlee except that he smaller than an average Hitmonlee, averaging around the height of 4'8.

Differences: I guess the only difference I can really think of compared to others is that his family line is pure fighting type pokemon and nothing else.

[Lugia]

Hrm. High Jump Kick is KINDA too powerful to be a starting move. Maybe the normal Jump Kick, but that's still kinda pushing it.

[Invisible Man]

Ok, I changed the High Jump Kick over to Double Kick. I believe that should be fine for a new starting move.

[KaBling]

App's fine from a normal point of view, but I can't get into details such as moves.

i.e, where the hell are you Lugia?

[Lugia]

Well, the moves he has include level 45 moves, such as Blaze Kick... I'm still not too sure. Sorry, I don't actually know that much about the pokemon Hitmonlee off the top of my head, so I didn't really notice at first.

[KaBling]

Well, the moves he has include level 45 moves, such as Blaze Kick... I'm still not too sure. Sorry, I don't actually know that much about the pokemon Hitmonlee off the top of my head, so I didn't really notice at first.

@Lugia

Question is, how far are we through the RP? You gotta scale the moves at this point.