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Pokémon: Rust

Interested here too

Prophetiae Adventum: D&d inspired world, Fantasy Adventure

Sounds like a good time, I'll rack up some ideas and send in a CS! I'm currently listing towards Ytis or Midemis at the moment.

Mist: Call Across the Sea

Looks good, I'll have a character sheet up in a few days.
How many characters are we expecting to have in our group?

Mist: Call Across the Sea [Anime Fantasy Adventure]

A tentative interest

Overlord: How Like A God

Soooo I am assuming there's no more room for a late join?

Pokemon: Chronicles

Francis Kay Dernis

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Francis Kay Dernis

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Aspiring Researcher...? | “Kay” | 16

Appearance:

Kay is usually seen wearing an indifferent expression, staring back uncomfortably directly at the person interacting with him. His facial expressions range from boredom to showing a faint shadow of intrigue, and the fact that he looks constantly tired doesn't make him look to approachable.

He is rather short for his age, but his stiffly straight posture often makes him look taller than he actually is. He is rather thin and gangly, with pale skin that would indicate someone who hasn't seen too much sun, although pecularily he does have quite a few scuff marks dotted around his body. His constant, jet black hair is sometimes untidy, sometimes swept neatly to the side, but always too long so that it would cover his eyes. That doesn't stop Kay from staring straight through them as though they did not exist, however.

He can be seen wearing any sort of clothes that he finds closest at the time, whether that would be a jacket on top of formal uniform or casual jeans with mismatched socks. One staple piece is that he always carries around a fanny pack or a backpack containing potions, medical supplies and notes.

Background:

Kay's household was fraught with difficulties from the start. Descending from a wealthy family owned conglomerate stationed in Castelia City, his father had inherited the immense wealth it entailed. But his father did not have any of the skills or the personality to manage it, and attracted many people who was only after money. The household would go through many marriages and divorces, 'friends' and subsequent betrayals. Kay was the result of the first marriage and the only child to be conceived into the Dernis household, and as such remained under the unfortunate custody of Kay's father throughout his life.

As the household situation grew worse and worse, Kay and his father grew more and more distant. Kay would make an active effort to stay as much time in the library even though his home would have more exuberant studies, though every day he would return late at home to hear more and more of the inheritance to be sold to repay some unnamed debt. Kay's father, either by unwillingness or inability, never approached Kay either, instead squandering more and more of the inheritance with parties and tourism. So hours between their interaction grew longer and longer. Kay was used to wearing headphones to drown out the noise of drunken yelling and parties that would rise up from the downstairs lounge, although sometimes he would nonetheless be sucked into the drama of such situations regardless..

Growing up with such tiresome drama between people, Kay neglected to have hobbies or even aspirations in general. He was a glowing student in the eyes of his tutors, having an almost obsessive work ethic and the lack of 'extraneous desires'. They would quickly learn that such extraneous desires included nearly everything, from interpersonal relationships or even trying out in Contests. He didn't even have a Pokemon of his own, And so Kay grew up in a sort of limbo - he had enough academic backing to carry him through, but had nothing that he wanted in particular. Being alone for much of his life and nearly rejecting interpersonal relationships, he never had friends nor even a Pokemon for that matter.

This changed when Kay found a dying Pidgeot at a back alley with its wings broken. Kay quickly rushed it to the Pokemon center, but he was too late to save the Pidgeot. When he came back to the house, he abruptly asked for a Pokemon, something he previously rejected. When interrogated on the reason why, Kay only cited that he "saw a spark" in the Pidgeot back at the alley, but he wasn't sure what it is, and he was driven to find out what. His father did not care for this sudden development, however, and simply 'gifted' him the family heirloom, a Honedge.

Since then, Kay made efforts to made interpersonal relationships, but it was inevitable. The PMA was a place of prestige, admired by many. But to some, it would also be a prison, to lock away things one did not wish to see. Kay knew it when his father signed him up for the scholarship, knew it when he submitted his dissertation on Castellia City's pollution and the population diversity of local Poison type Pokemon, and knew it when he received the acceptance letter. And Kay knew, getting on the bus that took him into far away from his old 'home', that the back of the grey-blue suit would be the last he would see of his father.

Personality:

Kay acts much like a robot trying to learn how to be human. Most of the time, he wears a completely blank and unwavering expression that often intimidates people out of sheer indifference. Even when exposed to things that would often entertain teenagers his age or frighten them, he is slow to respond, if he even does at all. He is calm in many high pressure situations, although it is unclear if it is from strength of character or simply uncaring of the consequences. He has a strong work ethic, often putting him in the good books of teachers and mentors - but Kay easily grows bored and will only fill the minimum 'A' standards when instructed to do so.

He is not necessarily quiet or shy, and will speak up and speak clearly when he wishes to, but he has trouble with small talk with other people outside of a diplomatic or academic situations. He is working on attempting to bridge out and understand how to interact with other people, recognizing that it is a necessary skill that he needs to understand - but so far his 'scientific approach' hasn't been too successful. Rumours of him having spreadsheets of his different interactions with other people, or whether he practices smiling in front of a mirror is yet to be confirmed.

Having witnessed many family dramas, Kay is guarded and reserved when putting personal trust in others humans, but will readily entrust Pokemon. He believes as much as humans are capable of sophistication and development, Pokemon are much more reliable and honest. As much as he values sophistication and knowledge, he values loyalty and straightforwardness after seeing so much backstabbing in his household.

Kay is strangely driven and almost romantic in his chase to find that 'spark'. He doesn't explicitly mention anything about the incident, but he reflects on it quite often. He knows it's something related to Pokemon, but isn't yet quite sure what about them that had piqued his interest, when everything else had been so dull and uninteresting to him. So he aims to pursue his current path in PMA, and relentlessly pursue that spark to uncover its identity.

What are some ways you would like to affect the story:

It's not yet determined what that spark he is chasing for actually is. It can be along the lines of simply a fascination of Pokemon, the potential for growth and the primal will to live, or even simply a philantrophic tendency to help Pokemon in trouble. Fundamentally, he is really asking for a reason to live - or a passion to pursue, and that is something that can be determined by interactions with other characters.

It would be interesting for him to meet not necessarily a legendary or a Pokemon of great renown, but simply a Pokemon that forces him to reassess his rather sheltered upbringing and kickstart a character arc. Again, it would be quite dependent on who and how he interacts with the other characters at the start. I believe once that larger trajectory is set in motion, his pursuit of said goal would also be interesting to juxtapose against others.

Pokemon

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Honedge

Honedge

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^{◼ ◼ Sassy | No Guard ◼}

Family heirloom, and supposedly the guardian of the Dernis house. Kay has rarely taken it out of its Pokeball since receiving it. In battle, it is nearly as stoic as its master, carrying out orders obediently and carefully. Out of battle, it is surprisingly expressive by making use of its ribbons, either as a pointer or blindfold people when it is annoyed.

Prey Tell (Or Keep It To Yourself)

*Expressing interest

To the Depths (Underwater sci-fi adventure)

Hmm...

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Ciel fidgetted nervously next to Annabelle, having returned from his outpost with nothing to report. It turns out that the inside of the tower had much more to note, namely the, Ciel hesitated to call her a human, lady that was seemingly trapped within the crystal. He didn't know to act otherwise, other than to stare confoundedly at the figure with the crystal. Was she even alive? Ciel had never tried being encased in crystal before, but surely it would stifle one's breath at length?

The horns reminded Ciel of the crude depictions of feykind he had found along his travels. There was an undeniable glint of a gemstone that Ciel could discern through the cloudedness of the crystal, as well as even more lavish riches that lined her clothing, something that made Ciel feel strangely misplaced. Was this how goddesses looked like? Ciel didn't have an answer apart from vague memories of some sky god he had been told of, so Ciel instead silently agreed with Annabelle's suggestion. Although what that even implicated, Ciel was still in the process of comprehending.

Before Ciel investigate further, he perked up and froze still. It was faint, but Ciel could hear it; the crumbling of a nearby building, a dozen horse's gallops away and back towards the ground. It didn't sound like the tower itself was collapsing, and far enough out of their immediate concern. With a few brisk but light steps, he pressed himself against the crystallized remains of the wall, feeling the gust of wind that still blew in from the gaping hole in the side of the building and peered over. No Mark to staccato outlines from this range, but the movement of unnatural streaks of purple-black and yellow through the haze of billowing dust soon defined the answers to his query.

Two people. One large purple, one smaller blonde. They didn't look necessarily hostile, but considering that they had just climbed out of the collapsed wreckage of another, probably more sturdier building, and that Ciel's climbing skills were probably not going to be very useful if said tower was going to collapse, Ciel decided to pull back out of line of sight.

"M-ma'am? T-two people approaching." Ciel reported back to the two spellblades who were still looking toward the crystal. A peon like him was unfit to discuss matters of divinity or even simply ancient curses. He felt much more fitting doing his own job, scouting and notifying. "Swordsman a-nd mage."

Oblivion: A Story Forgotten

That doesn't sound cryptic at all. Gael thought as she waved her goodbye to Olas. Out of politeness, Gael withheld her tongue at the brief hint of recognition in Olas' eyes. Had they met before? And why did Gael feel so uneasy leaving Olas behind in the woods? Gael's mind was a frustratingly cryptic and stubborn, seemingly dropping occassional hints from a broth of confusing rememberance like a drunk storyteller. Deciding that overthinking about her past was not her forte, she marched through the woods.

It wasn't long before she was stumbling through a thicket and out into a clearing with...two other entities? They were both humanoid like herself and each wielding a weapon of their own. One horned, the other with a wolf's ears and tail. Gael wasn't sure what her ears and tail were from, since her examination concluded little more than that they were pointy and heard far more noise than Gael cared to pay attention to. Her best guesses were cat or fox, both meaning that the man with the wolf's ears was not 'her race' per se. Neither of them looked particularily hostile, and they looked just as surprised as she was to discover each other, which was a good sign. Perhaps they could point her to where this puppy was, or whatever that was supposed to represent.

"Hey! Any of you seen a puppy somewhere-" Gael started before being cut off by a giant insect that screamed past just a hair length above her ears, before circling tightly above their heads. Her ears rang from the buzz, the extra sensitive ears aching from the sudden noise.
Rude. She thought, as she properly identified the assaultor. A dragonfly, about 5 meters long and 1 meter wide, with angry clicking mandibles and eyes that seemed like it could use some arrows through it. It didn't look like a puppy for sure - but considering how riddles often twisted its subject and iconography, Gael wasn't crossing out anything.

The two strangers did seem to have the same idea, flinging bolts of fire and lightning against the dragonfly, which responded by quick aerial dives and maneauvers. Close, but they were missing their mark. The bigger plus side though, was the confirmation that at least for now, she wasn't going to be jumped on by the either of them.
Gael attentively tracked the dragonfly, careful not to let her own bolts loose too fast. It was clear that this foe was gonna need some more thinking. And that thinking came in the form of dark chains that wrapped itself around the insect as it was diving back down, anchoring it to the ground. No time to be impressed, though! "Got it!" Gael replied to the call for help from the staff wielding woman as she moved in, bow ready.

Instead of knocking an arrow, however, the ranger rounded to face the confined insect, holding her longbow by the limb with both hands like a club above her head. "Sit!" She brought down the bow with all the fury of a grumpy huntress who didn't want to spend her first concious hours fighting an annoying flying insect, giving a satisfying thwack and a squelch as the bow cracked through one of its bulging eyes and brought up thick green blood. The dragonfly gave an insect analogue of a pained howl, crashing into the ground from the attack. Losing little time, she raised a fist to punch out the other eye and completely blind the insect. The bug screeched in pain and skittered back to flight, batting Gael away with its giant wings. Tch - she should have gone for the wings! But even as it struggled at the last vestiges of the chains, the insect was noticeably swaying and unable to steer itself properly.