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Pokémon Journeys

Elena

Name: Elena Rösser
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Trainer Class: Underdog Trainer

Appearance:
A lithe and Petite young woman who is paler than a ghost. She has bags under her large, blue eyes from a lack of sleep and thick black hair that has plentiful split ends and desperately needs thorough combing. She had a soft, round face and is overall an attractive woman when she wants to be. Standing at a whopping 5'5, Elena is smaller than the average person but only by a few inches, but combined with her thin frame and tired, pale look makes her seem frail at times.

When Elena isn't wearing a work uniform she is usually in the most comfortable clothes she can find. Shorts, sweatpants, leggings, and skirts all have staples in her wardrobe, and these are matched with sweatshirts, t-shirts, dresses, and tank tops to match. Most of her clothing is black or similarly monochromatic, with the occasional t-shirt with a band or tv show on it. For her Pokemon adventure, however, she has handpicked a nice black pinafore dress with a white t-shirt and matching white leggings underneath.

Personality:
Elena's motto in life is 'roll with the punches' since she never seems to catch a break! Hard-working and determined, Elena is always willing to put her heart into things she cares about, but she always remains humble in her endeavor. This is a double-edged sword, however, as Elena's humility also acts as a weakness, since she can be very hard on herself and is never truly satisfied with her progress. Luckily, where Elena is hard-working, she also believes in relaxation. When she puts her mind to something she will stop at nothing to succeed, but when she is idle she enjoys the chance to breathe!

As Elena has struggled with a tough life, she is always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt to a fault. She believes everyone deserves a second and even third chance to redeem herself and is always willing to lend a helping hand, even when it will cause her to struggle. Ever the optimist, Elena refuses to judge a book by its cover and does her best to look for the 'inner beauty' in others!

Background:
When most people think of the sprawling metropolis of Jubilife, they don't think about about the struggles of the average family there. Beyond the Poketch HQ. and the Global trade station, there are also the lives of the day-to-day workers who live there. Elena was like most of them, born to two blue-collar workers struggling to make ends meet. As one of several siblings (currently 7) and having parents who worked full time, Elena did not see her parents often and from a young age took on the role of caretaker for her younger siblings. Living in a crowded townhouse together, she learned to live with a lack of privacy and cherished the closeness to her family who all cared for one another. From a young age, Elena showed interest in Pokemon, and as her older siblings moved out and got their own, her desire to have one of her own only grew. Unfortunately, Elena's luck with Pokemon never seemed to land her a clear companion. Multiple times she found herself being chased by Rattata or returned home bleeding from an attempt to get close to a Spearow.

Luck never seemed to be on Elena's side in general. Growing up always raising her younger siblings and tending to the home, she never managed to make many friends. Similarly, her hobbies and interests were never something she could truly focus on in such a crowded home. As such, much of her youth was spent working hard. When Elena became a teen, she realized she could not continue down this life and so she began working in a cafe as soon as she could. Tourists and residents alike flocked to her humble workplace, a hole-in-the-wall place wedged between the plentiful skyscrapers and buildings around it. Nevertheless, Elena was determined to make a living for herself, saving money for a chance to eventually move out, or even better: to begin her Pokemon adventure!

During her time at this cafe, after a long day's work, Elena went to take out the trash. Normally she found pesky Pokemon who would charge her for her rancid 'goods' or scavengers lingering in waiting for her to deposit another bag of trash. This time, however, she was met with a trubbish. She couldn't help but watch this thing struggle to try to tear open the bag as she sent it into the dumpster, pathetically attempting and failing to rip the bag with its fingerless 'hands'. The next day, it was there again, and so on the third day when the trubbish remained, still yet to open a bag, she brought it some of the stale bread from the cafe. The trubbish devoured the meal in a matter of seconds. Seeing how hungry the pathetic thing was, she began making it a routine to feed her new friend. Each time he greeted her pleasantly, and as she got used to his rancid stench she even began to help and play with the Pokemon.

As Elena grew older, she became more and more dedicated to her goal of becoming a Pokemon trainer. Hearing the local professor would be giving out starters to beginners on their quest, she decided she would attend the event. Unfortunately, on the train ride there, the rails were shut down due to an unexpected earthquake. Not willing to give up, she attempted to hail a cab but none would take her. Unfortunately for Elena, she was not able to attend the free Pokemon giveaway. Dejected and somber, she return to give her family the bad news. The next day, she returned to work, and despite her best efforts not even her trubbish could cheer her up. Seeing how upset she was, the Trubbish tried to follow her to work but she wouldn't let him. So when she left that night the Trubbish followed after her, still attempting to entertain and cheer up its friend. As she reached her home, she left the trubbish outside to greet her family. To her surprise though, her younger siblings had gathered money to give her a set of 6 pokeballs! Elena knew immediately which Pokemon would be her first. Now, armed with her trusty companion, an arsenal of potions and Pokeballs, and the love and faith of her family, Elena sets out to conquer the region's gym leaders and prove to the world she is capable!

Pokémon Team:

• Pokémon 1: Trubbish
  - Nickname: Oscar
  - Ability: Stench
  - Personality: Aloof and generally oblivious, but fiercely loyal to Elena.
  - How They Met: Elena always fed the Trubbish when taking out the trash at work!
  - Moveset: Pound, Poison gas, Recycle, Curse

Backpack:

• 5 pokeballs
• 3 potions
• Gym badge case
• Portable electric tea kettle
• French coffee press
• Personal Poketch
• Luck incense

Notes:
Elena is a seasoned Barista and bakes like a champ!

Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Rala's eyes widened as she realized how out of her element she truly was. While she did not know much about magic, it was common knowledge that wish magic was unparralled in its power. She shuddered at the prospect of dealing with an enemy capable of wishes, what else could the manage? It quickly became clear to here why these slaves had been so easily swayed towards their work. How would you even begin to defy a being that dangerous? Dejected and frustrated, she let out a heavy sigh of defeat and slumped her shoulders as her compatrioits continued to talk and bicker between one another.

Just as Rala began to lose hope, however, Aura was quick to remind them that they had friends in high places as well. Her father, her patron, could reasonably be just as powerful as the evil Djinn and this seemed to reignite the fires in Rala, a small glimmer of hope perhaps, but enough to get her back into the conversation.

"How exactly would we get to your father anyway? If he's anything like these two, he isn't even on this plane!" She asked with a small bit of bitterness to her voice, but was quick to try to move on to a lighter note.
"In any regard, it's all the more reason for us to make haste. If your father got an invitation we can only that Tymora Blesses us and he hasn't decided to join any side yet"

With her thoughts on the matter made apparent she turned to the men and women working on repairing what they destroyed.
"Thank you for your answers, I sincerely hope you can make your way home soon"

The new recruits of S.W.O.R.D.

Always down for more super hero stuff!

Adventure (A D&D 5E Game)

Oof sorry, didn't mean to keep you all waiting let me start thinking on what Rala will say. Shouldn't take me more than a day or two

Titans of Gotham

Oh my bad. I wasn't sure and got scared.

Titans of Gotham

@FalloutJack I think I edited that out didn't I?

Titans of Gotham

Secret ID: Jeremy Hendrix
Alias: Purple haze
Age: 18
Home Location: Bludhaven
Powers:

poison tolerance: As a poisonous person himself, Jeremy is capable of dealing with inhuman levels of poisons and toxins. This all but stops him from feeling drunk or high, but more over means that even a lethal does of something that would be toxic to someone such as bleach or gasoline will only leave Jeremy feeling sick.

Mist form: When Jeremy changes forms, he becomes a large cloud of purple mist. This mist can move to encompass an area as big as 2,500 feet and obscures all sight within it. Jeremy is capable of forming individual parts of his body in this form, allowing him to throw punches or speak well in this form. Furthermore, anyone who inhales this mist will struggle to breathe, feel a deep pain in their lungs, and even see hallucinations of Jeremy all around them for up to 8 hours after being exposed to the mist. All clothes or items he was holding that aren't over 20 pounds will disappear with him. This does not include metal or living things.

Weaknesses:
Uncontrollable: Without a special watch designed to keep him in his human form, Jeremy is not able to contain his mist form. If the device were to be taken from him, damaged or otherwise no longer there, he would not be able to return to being a human, and eventually might just drift away to who knows were,

Literally a stiff wind: Jeremy in his mist form is ultimately at the whims of the wind. Indoors his power is amazing but outside, his power becomes entirely weather dependent. If there is a storm or heavy winds he might as well be a citizen. Furthermore, foes that can create a strong wind will be able to push Jeremy out of the way.

Equipment:
Gas bombs: Oracle has helped Jeremy store up the poisonous gas he creates, and this has allowed him some level of usefulness outside of his mist form. These gas bombs have a mix of his own mist with other dangerous chemicals to help deal with much more resistant foes.

Baseball bat: It's not pretty, but Jeremy needs some kind of weapon for when his power is rendered useless. It isn't much, but with no training with guns and no training with other weapons, a baseball bat does the job when he needs it to. Just hope he isn't going after Bane.

Appearance:

Jeremy

Personality: A daredevil, jokester, excitable but genuine and Guileless
BRIEF Bio: A powerplant janitorial worker who unintentionally exposed himself to radiation and gamma rays do to his own lack of attention to his safety. Surprisingly, rather than killing him gruesomely this only instigated his change into a cloud of mist and awakened his powers. At first, Jeremy did not know how to control his powers and unintentionally roved around Bludhaven as a new threat. Eventually, with the help of various heroes, he was given a device to help him control his power, and in doing so, he was also suggested to join a team under the implication that learning to use his powers could help him learn to control them.
Sample Post:

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The sound of a car engine roaring and wheels screeching abruptly awoke a silent street in downtown bludhaven. In a sudden surge of violence guns began rattling off, shouts where uttered, but quickly followed by fits of coughing and gagging. The zenith of all this noise was a warehouse on the docks. Once a foul haven for villianous scum and their nefarious dealings had become a hellish battlezone shrouded in a strange purple mist in a matter of minutes. A car careened out of the warzone, but blinded by the purple haze, the driver was surprised when he emerged to find a street light dangerously close to his bumper. They tried to turn the wheel, but merely missed the light post to hit a fire hydrant instead, blasting a torrent of water into the car's engine and rendering it useless. By now, the gun shots and shouting had died down, and slowly the mist seemed to retreat into the darkened warehouse until it congealed into a single figure who began a menacing walk towards the car. The driver got out, shaking as he turned to see this apparition who had formed from seemingly nothing. As the figure moved into the light, the say a long haired teen, his face gleaming with a wryly grin. The driver pulled a revolver from his pocket and held it out towards the teen, trembling, but the teen merely shook his head.
"Really pal? You heard all the other guns right? What makes you think you're any different" He said with a sinister chuckle, now in the light of the streetlight, his ghostly pale face and shining teeth glowed in the limelight. His words seemed to work on the driver, and he slowly, nervously moved the gun down, before dropping it and falling to his knees.
"Anyway, cops should be here soon. Since you've been a good criminal and complied, go on and get out of here. Maybe try being a car dealer. You could say your deals are 'criminal'" He added with a chiding laugh, flashing a cell phone to reveal a call had ended nearly an hour before.
"Your friend are all fine. Just came down with a bad case of..." He added, before pausing for dramatic affect.
"Purple haze"

Titans of Gotham

Two weeks ago...

Jeremy adjusted the watch attached to his wrist until it snuggly fit around his dark skin. Nervously he kept his eyes fixated on it and away from the team of heroes and STAR labs scientist staring him down. They all seemed to be awaiting some sort of response for their heroics, something he knew they deserved but dreaded saying. With a heavy sigh he finally put his hands back at his side and looked up to them.

"Thank you. I don't know what would have happened if-" He began, but was cut off by one of the metahumans surrounding him.
"We all struggle with our powers in one way or another. We're just glad no one was hurt"

Jeremy let out a nervous chuckle in response. sure, he hadn't caused any physical damage to anyone but he had heard the screams and he knew exactly what he had done to his fellow citizens of Bludhaven. They would need therapy for years, and he might too, the panic in their voices and the gagging and coughing, it was all seemingly too much for him to bare. nevertheless he kept a brave face, giving the crowd a cheeky grin.
"So now what? I don't think I'm going back to that powerplant. Do I just start searching for a new job?" He added snarkily.

The group around him pondered in a painful silence. The scientist began to leave to let the metahumans work out their own issues. Finally, after a staggeringly long moment of thought one of the heroes spoke up, softly at first but quickly gaining some level of confidence in their idea.
"you know, I heard that a friend in Gotham was looking for some metahuman protectors. You've got a very powerful ability, you should use it for good!" She said with an optimistic gleam in her eyes. The other heroes eyed him with more scrutiny. He knew what they wanted to say: 'It's the least you can do to make up for the pain you've caused'. Worse yet, he couldn't deny it either. This was his turning point, the time when he decides whether he goes villainous or heroic, as he had long since cast aside any chance of living a normal life in Bludhaven. His face was plastered over the news, and he didn't have the drive or the money to start anew. Especially knowing a watch was all that stood between him and another outbreak.

"Well..." Jeremy begrudgingly spoke up.

Present day

Oracle's words caught Jeremy off guard. He had been fiddling with the watch on his hand idly, a nervous tick he had procured over the past few weeks. Having never met this 'Gemini' character he merely grimaced at the loss. Another hero was swallowed up and tossed aside by this dreaded town. Since he had gotten here all he could think was that Gotham was a truly hellish town. How people still managed to live here baffled him. He kept a brave face, but he couldn't help but frown as the others in the HQ broke down. Some went to sulk in their rooms and others openly wept. A pang of guilt hit him when he realized how little he was reacting. The hero-to-be procured a cigarette from his pocket, flicked a match across one of his combat boots, and lit it. Oracle had advised him not to smoke here, but given the circumstances he felt he could make an exception this one time. A small puff of smoke filled the common room and quickly dissipated as the ventilation sucked it up.

"What's going on here," Travis asked as he cracked open the soda can. "Ya'll are acting like somebody died or something"

A half-hearted scoff came deep within Jeremy at Travis' reaction. He replied to the young man, hoping to keep anyone from being in the dark. He didn't need them going around making people feel worse with his ignorance. Luckily Tiara answered for him.

Hearing it said out loud. Again made the young hero feel the harsh truth first hand. He choked him up just saying it. It could have been any one of them, even himself.
"I think it's worth giving him a moment of silence. He had a good heart, from what I've heard" He added solemnly. The moment of silence did not last long though, as another hero emerged from the quarters with a rage in his heart and a burning passion in his eyes. He clearly hadn't taken the news well.
“I don’t care what the Wizard of Oz says. Gemini was my brother. I’m going after this armored nutjob. Who’s coming with me?” Bolt asked the group.

Jeremy raised his fist, ready to show his allegiance to the reckless plan. Ever the bombastic daredevil he was eager to risk it all. Fortunayely, Tiara was quick to interject. The young man sighed as he listened to her try to reason. Shaking his head he harshly disagreed.
"We've got numbers and some gnarly powers. We can't just sit on our asses and wait, what's the point of a metahuman super squad if we don't deal with troublemakers like him" he interjected with a wavering smile.
"Besides, electricity powers to zap the cyborg, me to fill his lungs with toxins, we only need a few more guys and a sick plan to take him out, right Bolt" he asked with his best attempt at rationalizing his plans.