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Shadows of Two Worlds (Always accepting)

I personally don't really agree with the appearances. Toned down (at least a small statement surrounded by quotation marks) will probably get my ultimate approval.

Pokemon & Humanity: A Familiar World | [Always Accepting] |

Well, nothing ever came easy from this point onwards.

I still had a headache, everyone was either really slow or tired, and some of us couldn't deal with the world anymore.

I was about to pass the decorated keys to the baseball... guy, when I heard the ghost girl whining about her fucking appearance. I nearly lost it (I did have a headache), although I really had to stay calm so that... well, here was my plan:
1. Get transport
2. Find that Ronald wanker
3. Find Ronald, and get him to explain today's events
4. Possibly kill him (this was optional) or get him to follow us around
5. Find a solution to all of this

I mean, come on... we all transformed into these beloved video game characters. Surely there was a cure for all of this - it was probably a disease after all. I thought a lot of time passed when really, looking out an unbroken window, it was still morning, albeit late morning. The room was undisturbed as usual, with a jar or two broken from our tails. On our right was the stairs/fire exit, in which the door looked rather worn and old. Presumably, downstairs would lead to the garage. So, as everyone made their way to the door, I opened the thing and lead the way downstairs. I think people were both in front and behind me, but I was too busy rushing to care.

"Right, let's get moving... and please, we've all had a bad day. Stop whining and follow us downstairs."

To getting down to the garage should've been easy. But, the stairs were quite narrow, even for a human. I nearly tripped five times on the way down, making frying pan-like noises against the white cement-brick wall. The place was dimly lit, strange when the power was cut. Of course, I figured Bolton would never liked this place to have a power cut, so he had a back-up generator somewhere...

As I made to the final floor and opened the door, I began swearing... "Ah, fuck." Most of the cars were already taken. Someone had burst through the garage door, which lead to a ramp and up towards the street. All the remaining were either gone or dented badly... thankfully, out of the five cars still around, one still remained with impressive might. It had a few scratches, but it would do. I began walking over, cautious of anything that could happen while hearing a few windows cracking from the street. The garage itself seemed unremarkable, not exactly bright yet still illuminating the white walls. The floor was concrete and unpainted, while the ceiling could just fit the big vehicle.

"Come on, let's get into this huge truck!" Okay. It wasn't a ute (because they're quite ugly), but it looked like somebody had crossed an armoured van with a SUV and a sports car. Surely the keys would work... they'd have to, since they were the only ticket to get us out of here. If nobody else could break through those doors, how could we ever get inside?

But, we had bigger problems. I had let out a surprised groan, because I was struck in the wing by a rock. The thing that made the hole was a Graveler sitting by the giant truck and he didn't look friendly. "I was hoping for someone to come along with some keys!" He began rolling around, and I just barely leaped away from his path as he started to barrel towards my new-found friends...

"Guys, get out of the way!"

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Right, better get a post up by today...

...that don't work. Tomorrow does, however.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

Maybe we could find him on another forum.

Oh well. Let's get on with our own lives then.

Shadows of Two Worlds (Always accepting)

Sumable said
Well, I get that he doesn't have to be a good guy, the problem is, I like him the way he is but if EVERYONE'S a good guy, and I'm outnumbered, then it's not fun for me, and if I do make a good guy, then he just fades into obscurity as the like main 3 people continue on and leave me behind without acknowledging my character at all. And with the invisibility and jumping things, he might be able to run away. Fake his death? I don't know. I don't have any more time to edit him, because I have to prepare all day tomorrow, then I'm gone.

...hence why my character will have questionable merits. Y'know, unreported childhood and God knows what else he did.

Shadows of Two Worlds (Always accepting)

Lugia said
Appearance: Robert's sort of fat, pale, and short at 5'7" just to make it even worse. He usually keeps his jet black hair short, and doesn't use any sort of styling anything on it. His eyes are really weird, being brown with green lines and orange spots all over them... the orange spots are hard to see unless you're really close to him, though. He typically wears plain t-shirts and ordinary pants, preferring clothes without logos, words or anything else on them. For some odd reason, Robert seems almost completely unable to grow a beard.

y u describe yourself from reality. i must ban you now for marty stu

Anyway, accepted. Gotta read the others now...

Name: Miles "Hi-Jack" Hall
Gender: Male
Age: 29 (should be 30 soon)
Species: Roc

Appearance: Contemporary man wearing a white polo shirt, which Miles wears underneath his sleeved, crossed blue and red-stripped long-sleeved shirt. His black hair is slightly ruffled, though he does keep it tidy more or less. His dark-olive cargo pants are quite empty, although he does still carry things around. Miles wears rather plain black shoes, which he's had since beginning work as an officer. Numerous scars are present on his chest and arms, as well as several burn marks on his legs. Average size, though at times he seems shorter. His face gives off a feeling of security yet suspicion, looking well and rather defensive. Could be mistaken to have served in something more than the police. Miles seemingly keeps to himself, although that appearance disappears once talked to.

As a Roc, he looks rather... menacing. While his sharp hawk face is at times offset by his beak, it can add to his appearance at different angles... such as looking at him directly. Don't do that. He looks like a typical Roc, if not bigger and seemingly stronger. Though, oddly some of his feathers are long and spiked at the back of his head, almost like a dragon's wyvern's horns.

Bio: Detroit was nice. Contrary to the media's perception, and the government's reluctance to allow Detroit be a part of America, Miles had a great time around Detroit. His father was a rather successful businessman, hampered by financial difficulties of the 80's and high crime rates. While Miles would unfortunately never get to bond with his father, at least he had his mother... more or less.

His mother was often broke and drunk, sometimes threatening him in her drunken stupors while living off Miles' father. His father would step in occasionally, but he couldn't just leave business meetings to tend for his son. So, because of this, Miles had taken a liking to crime and the dark side of Detroit, gaining notoriety as the kid who hijacked a car and ran over a pair of drug dealers - he would known as 'Hi-Jack.' His gang was quite violent, but his young age and (later) friendly behaviour didn't expose him to the true side of his gang. One day, convincing a couple of his new friends in his gang, they all went to his house for a bit of fun and to hang out. Miles didn't expect his mother to die, just by freaking out at all the delinquents in her house. To this day, no one knows how she truly died. While Miles knows what happened, he keeps this memory to himself - repressed even. As far as he's, his mother had a heart attack just by looking at him, because she was that disappointed in him.

So, his father had to leave work and take breaks to care for Miles. He was on a benefit at this point, supported only by colleagues who took pity on him. Miles unexpectedly became disgusted by Detroit, wishing how he was never involved with gangs. Because, one day, his house was nearly burnt down by a rival gang. The media made a fuss about it, talking about crime yet not highlighting the perils of life for Miles... he had lost his mother, and his father was crippled while saving him from the fire. He was basically alone at this point. His father couldn't work anymore, their house was now a run-down apartment belonging to his gang, and their riches was history. Miles would still hang out with his gang, but not as often and sometimes left them all early at meetings

Grades were bad, if not non-existent as Miles often didn't go to school. Encouraged by his father and determined to turn his life around, he decided to finally go to school, picking up - surprisingly - decent amounts of A's and B's from his teachers. Bullies often got harassed outside of school, if not disappear altogether for a couple of days. Heck, he became a bully himself, though that stopped once his nose got broken by a book. Determination and support from his father helped him graduate, although he spent his days after high school supporting his father. While wondering for a future job, he had already found interest working for the law. Though ironic, at least the law interested him - science and those other jobs never really got into his head. His father - now terminally ill at this point - warned him about the dangers of his interests, but Miles somewhat convinced him that it was the only thing he would likely be good at.

His father died six months later. Miles' father passed down several wise words, telling him to move on from Detroit and death to live his life as a good man. Though bitter, his father did have a point, and so he tried to move on. Miles didn't rise to the top of his rank as an officer, but his (unreported) crime-laden childhood helped him break down doors and windows, stop vehicles by ramming them at different angles, shoot accurately, go undercover, backstab a couple of people, slight corruption involving pretending to be sick for an entire week, bribe a few gangsters, talk to a few gangsters, kill a few gangsters, get out a gunfight, heal from the gunfight, talk about a gunfight, threaten criminals, etc. He wasn't very tough as an officer, but being in a gang taught him a few things about criminal behaviour and their weaknesses. His disregard for order sometimes led him into trouble, with possible gang connections and disorder barely quashed by the courts. Miles still lived in the old apartment, although his gang had dissolved at that point - he led a failed raid in which five officers were injured. During the operation, he confronted his former friend and now leader of the gang, telling him to flee to somewhere like Cuba so that he wouldn't have to shoot him. The gang had dissolved as he fled, leaving Miles on his own. While the court never prosecuted Miles (they were bribed by 'someone'), his police force held him with suspicion and never trusted him again. He was assigned a desk job following his crazy years.

Eventually, Miles decided to take a break from law enforcement. Miles had already suffered at least four gun shot wounds, and several fractures in his 4 years. He knew his life was too dangerous, nearly dying numerous times as a child and in law enforcement. To add to that, a friend he made in the police force was killed during a routine patrol, highlighting the dangers of his job. He never really liked his job (for obvious reasons), and ended up quitting from the police force. Celebrations were short-lived, as almost no one liked him anymore. Bitter that nothing was left in Detroit for him, he packed his bags and hit the road, driving and never looking back at his old days. Everything he had done seemed like a mistake once he settled down, stopping by a lake town known as 'Haven Marine.' It was quiet and mysterious, but certainly better than working in Detroit. Non-stop action was soon replaced by peace, with Miles confining himself to a small, two-story cabin by the lake. Oddly enough, the housing around Haven Marine was cheaper than that of Detroit... it made him suspicious, as not only could he afford it without a mortgage, but he began hearing of strange stories in Haven Marine. Out of curiousity, he had considered working for Haven Marine's police force several times.

Perhaps, they were simply demons of his past. Maybe they were real demons for sure.

Powers/Abilities: Street Smarts - Don't expect to double-cross Miles without as so much as suspicion. He also happens to be able to navigate urban areas with ease, as well as performing... less lawful acts, such as hijacking a car, making explosives, etc. This unfortunately had him at odds with his own colleagues, however.

Former Law Enforcer - He's got experience working with the police. 'Nuff said.

Boston Bashin' Detroit Damnin' - As a huge bird armed with talons and experience of reality, he's gonna be quite painful when he can touch you. Even not as a bird, you'll probably get a fracture or two.

Weaknesses: Broken Childhood - If one is to know about his childhood, one can quickly put Miles off-guard. Only problem is that's what made him stronger, and consequently you don't want to piss him off through that.

Questionable Ethics - While you expect Miles to have at least some code of conduct, he doesn't exactly stick to this - he's willing to get his own colleagues killed just to save several others. Though, he will hurt if such things happen.

Ether Magic or Fighting - He's not very good with magic. As human, he's slightly below average. As a Roc, he'll probably just hide his rune stones.

Other:

"When you're all dead, STAY IN HELL!"

Shadows of Two Worlds

Been a while since I last checked here.

Now, I gotta make sure everything comes together in terms of spelling and grammar, if not logic-corrections.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

It looked like we were going to die, again. And we would probably die in a painful way, since my attack turned into lasers, fire somehow worked underwater, and the light possessed electric abilities. I was wondering why we hadn't turned inside-out. "Why do we keep facing off against stronger-" Bam, flames underwater, like I said. It did hurt, and quite frankly, I was left pretty hurt by the attack, since flames and metal often didn't go well together. I sunk a little before rubbing soot out of my eye, wiping my magnet against the side of my bubble.

"Oh, you sly fox!" Pun not intended. Underwater, things were getting bad - there were strange noises associated with large metal structures bending, physics was getting more and more contradicting, the sound of both underwater was concerning... but, for some reason, we were sticking around to fight some oddly-powerful thieves. So, shaking my magnet, I pointed it at the damn fox and let off another laser attack. I was interesting to use, but my aim was terrible, and so I needed the chain effect of lightning.

Well, at least I managed to pretty much punt the fox towards a wall. The laser was non-lethal for some reason, but boy; it was a fist going at the speed of light, (somehow) leaving a smoking hole in a spiraling wall. I broke the chains Celes set up (accidentally), but at least the fox seemed rather dazed and wouldn't move soon.

"Yeah, sorry. My aim's terrible." I relaxed for a little bit, although I had to flick my magnets into position once I realised we still had a Charmeleon trying to kill us.

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right

Who else needs to post?

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I knew you were around, I just wanted another character in this RP.