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Pokemon Stadium Dreamers

Name: Maceroy Alvan

Age: 24

Preference: Generally speaking, Maceroy prefers to seek out situations and subjects that make an impact - Pokemon, attacks, attack typings, or simply the most glorious outfits - if it's glam, and if it's stylish, it's in, at least in his mind.

Appearance:

Maceroy Images

The best word for describing Maceroy is "svelte" - though "sleek" does make the cut for how little body hair he has, his entire body is pale, slender, and very well toned, with icy blue eyes and black hair typically presented in a bob-cut covering one eye. To complete the look, he may apply many different combinations of lipstick, hair dye, nail polish and outfits, ranging from intensely stylish to overtly sensual, though occasionally they veer into absurdly eccentric, such as wearing food.

Personality: Speaking of "eccentric", Maceroy absolutely fits the bill in that regard - his attitude is certainly nothing less than flamboyant, and he'll often wind up posing like a rock star on an album cover when excited. It's not that difficult to get him to that stage, either, given an attitude of intensely upbeat "go-getter"-ism, eager to please and be pleased no matter how you slice it, though equally he can find himself just as intensely soured by something that really fails to flick any of his switches, or indeed targets a major personal tick-off of his, such as the nature of his relationship with his Pokemon, or the suggestion that his clothing is (save a few noteworthy exceptions) anything other than fantastic. Indeed, whilst he is an expert clothing designer as well as a contest judge, he is the same sort of expert who is interested not merely in sticking with the usual industry standards, but in throwing as much stuff at the wall as he can and seeing what sticks, not to mention wearing it even at his own expense - be it leather or silk, cardboard or porcelain, perishable or not.

The Sassiest Shiny Salazzle

Nickname: Sazzy

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Personality: The nickname gives a hint: Maceroy's Salazzle is the sassiest girl you will ever meet, human or Pokemon, and she is not at all afraid to show it. With a Choice Scarf equipped just for fashion's sake, a high-quality blonde wig that she flicks for dramatic effect complete with a shower of sparkling... sparks, and often one of the latest items in Maceroy's line on her frame, not to mention posing alongside her master and friend at every opportunity, Sazzy is one snazzy girl, and she will show it off to you in probably-backhanded fashion at every opportunity. Oddly enough, she also seems to enjoy rough handling even if it seems like it'd be somewhat painful, something that might not be apparent given how she fights - that is, very trickily, avoiding hits and toying with the minds of her opponents whilst doing everything in her power to mess up their fighting style. She was also much more liberal about how she used her pheromones in the past, but she and Maceroy have come to a strict accord about that issue as of the present day.

How you met: Maceroy's parents were quite well-off and quite well-meaning, but not exactly what one would call "responsible". This might be why they spent a fair sum of money on giving a Shiny Salandit to Maceroy at the ripe age of ten years old, importing it to Sinnoh all the way from Alola without really checking to see whether he would be responsible for it, and far more importantly without checking its gender.

It turns out he was very responsible in looking after it - it was difficult not to be, when he was inundated with its pheromones half the time. In fact, he soon wound up being very underweight, enough that even his parents managed to notice something was off. They took him to a doctor, who quickly diagnosed the problem not as anorexia, but as his Pokemon effectively mind-controlling him; when they found it difficult to separate the two for multiple reasons, they instead prescribed pills to make him more resistant to the effects of his Pokemon's pheromones.

The pills worked, mostly, but they did so by essentially blocking off his dopamine receptors, leaving him functionally depressed for an extended period of time. This was not a good thing for a developing tween, and in combination with his Pokemon's disobedient and almost snarky attitude toward most people, his parents had a fit of actual responsibility and decided that the best thing would be to simply ditch the Salandit with another family without children, despite the protests and wailing that ensued. Even once he was off the pills, the loss of a friend- and despite the pills and pheromone control, Maceroy did feel that his Pokemon had been an actual friend by the end of things- left Maceroy in a well of despair for quite a while afterwards, something he only recovered from gradually by steadily integrating back into his fellow classmate's social circles.

Then, at the age of fifteen, some serendipitous fate brought the two back together. Maceroy happened across a veteran trainer with a team seeking to take on the nearest gym, and showed the team off to Maceroy when asked. Maceroy didn't immediately recognise the Shiny Salazzle that formed one part of the man's team, but she certainly recognised him, and both were ecstatic to meet one another once more. His attempts to apologise were brushed off light-heartedly, not like he could have done anything about it anyway, and after a while of catching up and marvelling over how they'd both grown, the trainer promised to let Maceroy keep seeing his old Pokemon whenever he wanted after he returned.

Suffice to say, the next year was the start of an up-turn for Maceroy. To cut a long story short, he and the Salazzle grew closer to one another in part due to much-reduced pheromone usage on her part, his moods improved drastically as a result, and eventually, the trainer insisted that he take her back, suggesting that she was closer to Maceroy than himself anyway - and besides, he'd gotten his badge and other rewards aside, so why keep her there as long as he kept up her training? And with Sazzy returned to his side, the duo started working together on fixing what they'd done wrong previously - and in particular, on Maceroy's future path in life, which before he'd discovered her again had been somewhat rocky.

She helped shape his psyche, and he helped shape hers. Maceroy never intended to enter Pokemon tournaments as a mainstream affair, but he certainly kept up with Sazzy's training and skill as requested, and even managed to teach her some new tricks too. At the age of seventeen, both of them found their most important common interest: Maceroy had had plenty of well-designed clothes to examine from his parent's wardrobe, and it transpired that Sazzy's second master had been a bit of a contest participant on top of a tournament fighter, earning the Salazzle quite a few ribbons and an eternal interest in looking fantastic. Thus, they started to work almost feverishly on bettering their ability to work, and work with, fabric, leather, and when those ran out just about anything else they could get their hands on - his strange prepubescent interactions with her and his medication, plus her present predilections, left him uncaring of the usual limitations that a clothing designer might be presented with.

And when the editor-in-chief of one Poké Chic fashion magazine happened across this fledgling work, she was impressed - not just with his, nay with their skill, but also with how they presented it so flamboyantly, and how they went into styling because they truly loved it, and not just to become famous. It wasn't long before, under Hermione's guidance, the duo rose to fame, offering up clothing for both humans and Pokemon of all sorts, and as a side gig acting as judges for a great many contests. Which brings us to this contest: they've got the moves, they've got the skill, and they've got the opinions! All they need now are subjects to judge!

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

@Old Amsterdam
‘Y-yeah, some help would be... it’d be nice, yeah.’ The guy smiled, even given the mild slight, and cautiously managed to drag himself to his feet, slipping at least twice before he actually found his feet. ‘Blue’s a nice name, by the way. Er, can we find somewhere to sit? Today’s been a-a real DRAG. Aheheh, ya get it? Because I just DRAGGED myself... w-well, I mean, today’s not been so bad, actually, and especially you’ve been a help, of course, I just meant, like... uh, it’s trying to make the, uhm... y-y’know, it’s a joke, see? Topical humour, obviously...’ His joke poorly delivered, he started making his way toward the nearest bench.

@ProPro
Some minutes and an almost-tranquil motorcycle drive later, Leonard found himself within the Smithsonian Gardens, and progressing toward the street indicated in her text, soon came across both Laurie and her “potential target”, sitting on a bench and conversing about... well, he’d only just arrived, so he couldn’t really know what. Naturally, Blue’s conversation partner wouldn’t recognise him at all, though there was no obvious reason to think he’d be a threat, given how he seemed to be totally at ease right now. Well, “at ease” other than apparently struggling to keep himself sitting upright for the umpteenth time, if the scuffed ground below his feet was any indication.

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@knifeman
Unimpeded, the main performer unfolded the strip of paper that he’d just pulled from seemingly nowhere, turning out to bear an uncannily-accurate recreation of his seemingly-fallen comrade upon it, albeit fully intact. As he laid it over the top of the body, his larger companion began a drumroll, on a smaller drum that seemed to have come from nowhere, or else it had been on his person the entire time.

‘And now,’ the main man announced, ‘witness a feat that few can truly make claim to! RESURRECTIOOOOON OF THE DEAD!’ And with that, he front-flipped an incredible height on to the shoulders of the bearded drumroller, whose frenetic solo suddenly ceased as, with no warning, the line between image and reality blurred, became indistinct, and seemingly ceased to exist, leaving... what was that? Could it be that Lee’s corpse had really been healed fully? Or was that just a dummy?

Abruptly, the ex-ex-human jerked into a handstand, propelled himself off of his arms with the precision and strength of an athlete, performed a rapid mid-air tumble once, twice, and finally landed perfect atop the shoulders of his bigger brother, still atop the shoulders of their even larger ally. It seemed the impossible really had been achieved after all!

In unison, the Crazy Crue Brothers announced ‘TADAAA!’ in a perfect three-step harmony. That was the cue for the crowd to go wild with applause. And they did.

‘Thank you, thank you very much!’ the lead brother called to the cheering crowd, dropping down on to his larger sibling’s hands, then again to the surface of the van, his smaller sibling taking the step from his shoulders after that. ‘We’ve loved you all, you’ve been a wonderful audience! Come and see us at the John F. Kennedy Memorial Center for the Performing Arts, later today and every day for the next week from 4 to 6 PM! Look for the Crazy Crue Brothers- and remember, this one was a FREEBIE!’

And like that, the roof of the van apparently descended into the vehicle, taking the three brothers with it, whilst at the same time the high dive board and pool that were intended to be the star of the show rapidly collapsed in on themselves, spilling water everywhere and quickly compacting down to a much smaller size, to the point that both apparently vanished behind the van outright. The three brothers reappeared behind the wheel of the van, honking the horn to suggest that room be made for them to pass through the crowd safely; if Mieke wanted to try and grab the performers’ attentions again, now might be her last chance.

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@LemonZest1337@Lugubrious
Well, it was obvious that Hogan wasn’t going to be performing any time soon. At least, that was the impression the crowd ultimately got out of the show Hogan and Arthur had put on; they gladly moved out of the way of the clearly deathly ill, and nonetheless very large crocodile, giving the duo more than enough time to enter the van and pull away.

Once they left, Arthur would be able to head towards one of the clubs close to Roosevelt Island in due course, or else follow up on Laurie’s text. Which option he selected was up to him, but evidently, one would need to be chosen, though it seemed likely that for the time being, he wouldn’t encounter any particular resistance along the way.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@Stormflyx I mean, I'm sick, with a mucus-filled throat and pain when I cough too hard, but otherwise, I'm fine.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

I can agree with that - you're both very good writers. Frankly, of course, I'd hope most, if not all of the people in this RP are good at writing, else we'd be at cross-purposes. Heh.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran P-p-p-posted, yo. Hells yeah.

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

...huh. Free drinks for three rounds. That, frankly, was something Sett didn't intend to pass up on. Though he ought to at least pretend not to be that eager for them, since he was a priest and all.

'T'was no bother,' he explained as humbly as he could pretend at, nodding to both John Cam and his wife. 'I am, after all, but a servant of the gods, nothing more. If any others require our help in this fashion again, then rest assured, I would be more than happy to offer my services.' A quick, charming smile, a statement of 'I'll leave you to enjoy your newborn's company; just call for us if we're required, and we'll be back in due course,' and a jovial wave of his hand, and Sett was out of there, his bag in tow as if he'd always had it on his person. Which, to their knowledge, he had.

...he reckoned he ought to talk to the Dark Elf again soon. Aeryn nabbing his bag just for him to have it was a good deed, certainly, but if she made a habit of taking other people's things so brazenly, and especially if her thefts turned self-centred, well, she'd wind up on the wrong side of a weapon sooner or later. Subtlety, that was the key.

And speaking of subtle, he did make an effort not to make a scene as he slid into the bar. Perhaps Geradin and Ursaren would follow him there, perhaps not, but in any case, there was knife throwing, there were card games, and there was a bartender present with nobody occupying his time. And of the three options, Sett was thirsty more than anything else.

'Greetings, good sir,' he started, greeting the man lightly, 'I am Settionne, a priest of the gods. I, and two companions, Geradin and Ursaren, have been sent here by John Cam, having just helped to deliver his and his wife's child. I trust he's discussed the matter with you previously?' Of course he would have, otherwise he wouldn't have sent them there. And if he hadn't, well, he trusted either Geradin or Ursaren would make it clear what the reward ought to be, and that John Cam would cover any lingering costs after the fact if necessary.

@POOHEAD189@Gardevoiran@The Fated Fallen@Fetzen@Stormflyx@Mortarion

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

@MegaOscarPwn At the moment, yes, we are currently full in terms of players. New slots could potentially open up later on, if other players quit the game, but for the moment, I hope you have better luck with finding other such games.

One Piece: New Horizons!

Dirk Messir - Mariined, But With Os Instead

Dirk is not a total idiot. He does in fact hev enough aworkness to infer how things went. Marines are an important noteable thing to note there, and Dirk needed to note the thing there with the thing there, and I'm crosschecking my facts in order to determine the truth of the thought matter.

And the conclusion is, but who was snail?

Welp, we're screwed. Nicely done, jackass.

Okay, Derek, that doesn't help. He thought, luckily Divine Purpose made him not do any earlier thinking out loud, but in his brainhead. Problems will happen, then; whoever is cappen, pirates are going to have destroyed, and macaroons are going to go to the place soon. But wait, if the real true guy doesnet real ice the marianas, and if he does net got them afterwords after confirmed his words... hmm... MMHMHMHMHMHM. Hmm. It still sucked for new people, if they went that way. However, they did a revolt one time. They can't do a revolt here, but they did dab doodly do a strongvenge later. Will do. Maybe I even saves the frens for real!

'Oke,' Dirk agreed, holding out his hands for the doubleshake, and possibly makes Smart also shake Captain Lancepike if he wished, 'that sounds fun. How many times do we have need to get where he kicks gets his butt punched? By which he obviously meant, we should go fight before King Bullat King Killseveryoneelse. I like to have my fffffriends.'

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

@Old Amsterdam
This time, it seemed that Laurie’s words took hold. Another moment of defiance shone in the man’s eyes, but finally, he sagged, nearly toppling forward from how much energy he seemed to lose all at once.

‘Fine,’ he relented, waving his hand. Immediately the man on the ground stopped twitching, and his laughter very quickly subsided to mere heavy breathing. Defeated in spirit, if not in body, the comedian looked up to Blue from his sagged position, no longer as sure as he had been, but a bit more hopeful than before.

‘So... okay, I want to be a better person,’ he muttered, almost to himself. ‘To achieve my goals, obviously. In that case... if I want to be a cliff, as you put it, then what do I start with? It feels like I’ve never been given a chance, that I’ve never been appreciated, but I... I can’t figure out what’s gone wrong. If I’m not the cliff yet, then... is it me that’s gone wrong? I mean, how can I tell if that’s the case?

‘Oh, and I never even told you who I was,’ he realised, standing upright and sort of falling on to his backside, like his legs had just given out somehow. The embarrassment on his face was evident, and his effort to hide it was essentially just looking away from her. ‘I, uh... the name’s Bugsy, Bugsy Malone,’ he quickly added, thrusting out his hand almost recklessly in Laurie’s direction.

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@knifeman
At first, the large man nodded, appreciative of the fact that he didn’t have to forcibly remove her from the area after all. The moment Mieke uttered the phrase “Stand user”, though, he frowned. It wasn’t entirely clear whether this was a frown of concern or confusion, but his response after a couple of seconds was a subdued ‘I apologise, I don’t know what that means. I need to help finish up this performance, so...’

And what a performance it was turning out to be. By now, the main presenter had fished what seemed to be his co-worker’s body out from the water, dumping it atop the makeshift podium that was their van. He certainly looked pretty dead from just beneath the van, or at least maimed to the point that he’d never do another stunt in his life. Even so, the mustachioed chap was smiling widely as he inexplicably continued the show:

‘LADIES AND GENTLEMEEEN! What you have just witnessed was NOT a stunt! My dear friend, brother and compatriot Lee has, in fact, perished in most GRUESOME fashion! Watch as he lies motionless!’ He seemed to be motionless, certainly... or wait, did his arm just move- and then he was violently kicked in the face by his brother, spraying a mess of blood, teeth, and saliva across the surface of the van. ‘OBSERVE, as even a boot to the face doesn’t stir his lifeless body!’ Of course, it was also entirely possible that he’d just been knocked unconscious, but clearly that wasn’t the case. That’d just be inhumane.

‘But FRET NOT, too!’ the announcer continued as his larger co-worker- another brother, perhaps?- climbed up the side of the van. ‘For as all who have witnessed our shows before know, The Crazy Crue Brothers do not fear death! No, for when Death comes to take our souls, we SPIT IN ITS FACE! Observe, for you are about to witness... A MIRACLE!’

A miracle, the crowd asked? No, surely he can’t resurrect the dead, that’s impossible. Yet that was the implication - and the Crue in sunglasses was already cracking his fingers in preparation, showing the insides of his outfit to the audience as he cited ‘Observe, nothing up my sleeves...’

‘...or IS THERE?!’ To the average person, it simply appeared that he’d pulled a long strand of paper from his outfit, like a CVS receipt with too many coupons on it. As far as she was aware, only Mieke herself saw the man light up with a vivid, sparkling, almost fluorescent blue aura, a tell-tale sign of a Stand power in use, or so her implanted knowledge informed her.

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@LemonZest1337@Lugubrious
As the island was surrounded by water, as one might expect an island to be, it didn’t take long for Hogan to find himself swimming in the Manhattan River proper. Of course, being a crocodile, the current wouldn’t exactly faze him in either direction, and he’d be more than able to climb back on to land at any point if he felt he was getting swept away. Plus, who was going to look in the river for a crocodile? A few curious people who’d heard about an animal show, that was who.

As for Arthur, his job was a little more difficult. Whilst his initial timing estimate was accurate enough, as Roosevelt Island was only two miles long and a couple hundred meters wide at its widest point, he was stopped every so often by people who had heard he was going to do an animal show there, or that a crocodile or alligator was about, and thus forcing him to explain himself every time, as well as Hogan whenever he was nearby. Not to mention, there seemed to be no sign of any comedians about whatsoever within the surprisingly crowded residential district.

The end result of their search was a good twenty five plus minutes wasted, no target in sight, and a loose crowd forming around their van by the time they made it back to the bridge they’d crossed initially. They’d likely need to deal with that group before they could make their exit, whatever their method.

Uncharted Isle. (A Monster Hunter RP)

Yurel - Jaggi

'Those things are probably cowards, anyway,' Yurel comforted Scrap as the trio ran on. 'I bet if they'd have seen you, they'd have been all "bwuuuh, oh no, it's Scrap the Jaggi, I'm super scared guys!"' He snickered wheezily at his joke, only for his laughter to be interrupted by the appearance of an Apceros. Aw yes, now this was a meal.

'I won't get my head knocked off, Scrap,' Yurel promised. 'Just don't get yours knocked off.' With that, he joined Scrap, his own barks and snarls in the Apceros' direction coming out as partial wheezes; at the same time, he circled round the herbivore in the opposite direction to Sauron's absconding, making sure to try and keep its attention on him and his friend so that it wouldn't spot the Great Jaggi sneaking up behind it.