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Name: Joshua Blitz Species: Skrelp Gender: Male Moves: -Tackle {----------} -Thunderbolt (TM) -Water Gun {|||||-----} -Confusion {|||-------} Bio: Like most other water types, Josh was raised in the ocean. He lived on a coral reef that was inhabited by hundreds of other Pokemon. Although a metropolis of coral would seem like a good place to live, it wasn’t. There was a food shortage that caused many to live in hunger, including Josh. As one of the lower ranking Pokemon on the reef, he didn’t get to eat much.
He worked on one of the seaweed farms that were scattered around the outer parts of the reef. There was a lot of it growing there, but unfortunately there wasn’t enough to feed everyone on the reef. He teamed up with another Pokemon working on the same farm – a Horsea named Keira. They both tried to steal food from the farms whenever they could. They were careful not to get caught, though. The higher ranking Pokemon would often deal out severe punishments to those that were caught stealing.
The worst of them all was a Clawitzer named Zane. He was easily the most powerful Pokemon on the reef, and he treated everyone around him like trash. Of course, there were some that tried to stand against him. They didn’t stand a chance. He was vile, relentless, and cruel, but he was in charge and there was no way to change that.
Eventually, Josh had enough. He didn’t know where he would go, but anywhere was better than there. Keira begged for him to stay, but his mind was made up. He couldn’t help but feel bad about leaving her, though. He knew he would miss her, but that wasn’t enough to make him come back.
Apparently one missing farmer was enough to anger Zane. Josh was doing rather well until that guy came after him. He barely managed to get away, but he knew Zane would still be looking for him. He had to find a place that was not only willing to accept him, but also keep him safe from Zane.
He found his new home in the most unlikely place – on land. All it took was a rogue wave to sweep him onto the shore and a friendly stranger that happened to pass by. Josh had never seen anyone like him before. He introduced himself as Matt, and when Josh asked him what he was, he claimed to be a Reuniclus.
Josh decided to go with Matt. He was kept in a bucket filled with water until they arrived at Allure Town. This place was amazing. All kinds of Pokemon walked in the streets, most of which Josh had never seen before. There was no way Zane would look for him here. For the past few months, he’s been living in a small pond beside Matt’s house. Appearance: He has a silver ring on his forehead that glows when he uses Psychic-type moves. He’s also much smaller than your average Skrelp. Differences: He is capable of using Confusion, and learns other Psychic-type attacks later on (Psybeam at lv. 18, Extrasensory at lv. 30).
Name: Milloon Miles Hall
Species: Mettaton Magneton
Gender: None
Appearance: Like a regular Magnemite, only that his pupil is slightly bigger, has three magnets arranged in a tripod like fashion, and has an rotating little radar dish of sorts on the top of his metal body. Seeing as his body was smelted together with scraps of metal, and Milloon wanted a bit of decoration, a radar dish was added. A bit more of a hat if anything. Everything including the dish matches the typical colouring scheme of the Magnemite family.
Bio: Milloon wasn't really born. He was created by a Porygon named Davis, who had stuck pieces of magnets and scrap metal around to create a friend. He was lonely, no one talking to him for the past 30 years in house he lived in. Sick of the loneliness, he had purchased some bags of human-era metal, and did what he did to create Milloon, Of course, over the months, he was sanded down and refined, eventually given a real metal sphere, because the creator thought of him as ugly and in pain. He was still missing a magnet, however, and was teased at times for the mistake. Davis (being a 'young' Porygon and his best friend) couldn't fix the problem until he found a pair of stray magnets in the bin of the community. It was hard to tease Milloon when he had not just a full set of magnets, but three. Some nasty kids got through that by throwing iron dust at him, although they were quickly dealt with by Davis.
Milloon and Davis had resided in a small village, a secluded community about five minutes from Allure Town, overlooking the place. As in, flying distance. Walking would take about 40 minutes, as the path was uneven and over-stretched, leading to a rather steep hill where the village was located. The community they resided in was nothing special, apart from being populated with plant-based Pokemon. Apart from that, they often hosted an event that involved finding Sitrus berries in a certain patch of Birchwood Forest. Which wasn't easy as only one actually grew in that patch, presented with the danger of going out at night alone. It did prove good fun for the protected children, climbing trees and scouring bushes like forestry inspectors. Even the formerly reserved Milloon was interested, having a try and achieving a three win-streak at one point. This also happened to break Davis' streak of two. The pair had a nice time together, both treated differently by the plant-based community. As in, they were intolerable by the village, causing them to reside in their house for most of the year. Davis never revealed his reasons why he moved, let alone his origins, often making up some reason why he wouldn't move to Allure. He kept murmuring to himself during sleep something about another Porygon freeing him, named 'Milloon,' complaining how long it took awaiting instructions. Of course, the real one just thought that was his fantasy. After all, Davis always wanted a friend, creating him and accomplishing his dreams.
During the three days before he was last sighted, strange things occurred. Davis would often 'freeze,' periods ranging from three seconds to a whole minute. When he unfroze, he would create a series of tiny bells ringing. He'd sometimes pretend he was a robot and greet the nearest Pokemon near him. He'd also vibrate for no apparent reason, to which he was aware of. Milloon felt an anomalous signal being broadcast, collected by the radar dish mounted on his head, seconds before Davis would freeze. Unfortunately, it would be very hard to get past all the static, making out only a name; 'Joh.' Davis disappeared when another signal was broadcast, at least two minutes longer than usual. During that time, Milloon rushed from the nightly Sitrus hunt back to his one-story house, desperate to make sure he was safe. He found no one was around. Milloon was heart-broken, his only friend disappearing without a trace. Rows of scrap metal from the days of Davis attempting to create friends remained dusty, with systems of cobwebs astray around empty books just for furnishing. Nothing was disturbed. No signs of struggle, no forced entry, just nothing. A week of staring at the two towns and forming a time lapse with what he saw, he got sick of no one noticing and decided to leave the place he called home.
Though Milloon would've been determined to find Davis... where would he go? What clues did he have? The plant-based community didn't want to help him, preferring not to involve themselves with mineral Pokemon. Frustrated at the community, he left in bitter emotions for Allure Town. Realising the hostility of the world (he was ambushed seven times on the way to Allure Town, twice by bandits and five by wild Pokemon), he decided starting small would do... although, he knew in the back of his head that he wouldn't have the time to start from a humble beginning. Not when some crazy stuff was going on.
Differences: If he evolves into a Magneton, he doesn't split off into three distinct personalities or something similar. He's still himself, just with another two Magnemite bodies. Having a small radar dish on his head and an extra magnet would probably increase his weight slightly. Because he's a Pokemon that defies gravity, Ground moves can't actually do anything... and that would indicate a break in reality if that were to contact him and others. Being friends with Davis, he was taught how to be 'normal,' speaking properly rather than through magnetism. Along the way, Davis taught him moves such as Agility and the ability Analytic, which resulted from a need for self-defense. After all, the Sitrus berry hunt was at night in Birchwood Forest, and was just ambushed seven times, so...
Bio: Spruce has always been 'the little brother', or 'that other snivy' to literally everyone, given that his older brother, Vine, was already a famous explorer. Of course, Spruce used to go on explorations with Vine, and was around when his team, known as 'Team Wildvines' was formed, and Spruce was, in fact the first member to actually join the team, aside from Vine himself, however... Vine, with his strange moveset and strange type would always say "I've got this, bro.", leaving Spruce to never fight, and to simply stand there, twiddling his leaf ends until the fight was over. As a result, he never got any experience from fighting with Vine, and eventually, Vine found stronger friends, and friends with better types than Spruce. After that, Vine would always leave Spruce at home, and with his parents always trying to find a way to make money, poor Spruce was always left alone at home, with nobody to talk to but himself. He used to leave on his own outings, but Spruce's parents found out when Spruce came back with scratches, bruises, and cuts all over his body as a result. After that, he was forbidden to leave the house unless VIne, or, really, anyone else was there with him. Spruce was stuck and home and bored until his parents let him stay at Arnold's guild, where, at the very least, there were other pokemon. He got along rather well with the others, save for the fact that he was universally known as 'Vine's little brother' instead of his name, over there.
Then, the day finally came when Vine disappeared. Spruce, taking this opportunity, decided to quit his old team, and form a new one called 'The Odd Ones Out', which stayed true to him being the perpetual loser on his old team, however... nobody else joined. He was now alone on his own team, which wasn't any better than back at home, and worse still is that everyone, in the panic of losing their greatest hero, would always ask if Spruce knew where Vine was. Spruce would always answer the same way "How should I know? I'm not connected to him by the hip, you know." Spruce had to exit the guild just to get away from all the noise and all the questions, however, Allure Town wasn't any different. It may have been even worse with some Wildvines team members running around, asking everyone if they know where Vine went... of course, nobody, not even Spruce had any idea... and yes, they asked him daily. In fact, he had to go to town that day, because the guild seemed to have known just how weak Spruce was, and had him deal with non-exploration jobs such as checking the banana stock in the local shop, or asking if the townsfolk would like a new bridge here, or a new building there, or even just asking what everyone thought of the guild in the first place... it was awful for Spruce. Of course, that only lasted for a couple weeks, and then they got a new recruit in the guild, and a bunnelby, no less! Finally, someone ELSE to take those mundane jobs of boringness, and someway for Spruce to finally be able to be out on his own!
And, after the initial excitement of that, as well as loads of pokemon asking where Vine was, the number of which only seemed to grow with time, rather than shrink, as you'd expect it to, Spruce finally made it to the mission boards... though... um... there appeared to be two of them, and worse? He had no idea which job to deal with as his first exploration job. It had to be easy, but he didn't want it to be boring, he's already had enough of boring for one lifetime... but... which one? Spruce ended up pacing between the two boards for an entire day, unable to decide what job to take out of sheer over-excitement and indecisiveness, making that a completely wasted day. That day, Spruce wouldn't even eat the dinner that the guild chef has prepared, lost in thought over which job he should take the next day, and how he should take it... there were a couple of outlaws which seemed to be at about Spruce's level, however, there were also a couple ones which related to Spruce's original hometown, Birchwood Forest. Spruce wanted to get rid of one of the criminals, but he also wanted to visit his old home, again. Sure, it was a mystery dungeon, by now, and he'd probably have to fight whatever family members were left behind when Vine wanted everyone to move out of the place, such as his cousin, Ivy, but it would be very nice to visit the place again... that place always seemed to calm Spruce, even if everything in there was hostile, now.
Appearance: "Spruce is an entirely monochromatic grey Snivy, due to him being a [REDACTED] Pokemon." -KaBling Differences: The only difference, thus far, is that Spruce's appearance will not change through evolution.
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Name: Anthony Birch Species: Goomy Gender: Male Moves: -Tackle 1 {|||||-----} -Bubble {----------} -Absorb 2 {|||||-----} -Counter
Bio: Anthony's life was pretty normal, at first. Two parents, his mother, a Goodra named Alice and his father, a Scrafty named George. After about three years of his life, his father and mother started constantly yelling at each other, and no matter how loudly Anthony cried or pleaded for them to stop, they didn't seem to notice, and after another year, his father moved out, taking several things with him. This left his mother in a state of depression for about another year, which had her get kicked out of her old team. No longer making money, Anthony had to move to a cheaper, seedier part of town. Anthony used to get picked on all the time by the locals until he started to use a move he learned from his father, counter. With his father gone, and his mother a train wreck, Anthony had to find some way of making money, a good way, too... however, once the guilds figured out where he was from, they wouldn't let him join their guilds. He tried every day for three months, and during that time, he met up with someone named Vine Birch... he didn't think anything of it, then, after all he was related to grass-types and 'Birch' was a somewhat common last name among them. This 'Vine Birch' apparently became some sort of famous explorer, all while poor Anthony was still trying to find work. He tried Scale City, he tried Allure Town, heck, he even tried Treasure Town but none of them wanted him anywhere near their guild.
That was when he first found a down-on-his-luck mudkip who was having the same problems that Anthony was. The little guy was kicking a discarded chesto berry shell around, and looked saddened by something. Curious, Anthony asked what was wrong with him, and after that mudkip, apparently named Martin explained his issues, the two decided to form an unofficial team and try to rescue others and possibly even explore new places... well... that didn't work. It turns out that even when desperate, the pokemon in need will turn down help unless they're official members of a guild. Supposedly, this was mainly to keep them from getting into even more danger, as the two were labeled as 'untrustworthy' by those who they'd try to save. The two gave up after a few weeks of hearing 'I can't trust someone who's not even a part of any guild to save me. For all I know, you'll just lead me into more danger.' and the two dissolved their team, and just went to being friends... of course, with almost nothing to do, it got pretty boring either going over to Martin's house and dealing with the multiple other families living there, or going over to Anthony's house and dealing with his mother's various new 'house guests', none of whom seemed to like either of the two children, and usually left a few moments after the two would arrive... which would almost always depress Anthony's mother, which would make the two children want to leave.
One day, Martin, who was missing for a while, came running over to Anthony, holding about a hundred poke. Anthony, having never seen that amount of money before in his life, simply had to ask how Martin got it. Of course, Martin lied, telling Anthony that this money was given to him as a reward for saving someone, and, obviously, Anthony was simply awestruck, amazed that Martin had successfully saved someone and even got a reward to boot. When asked how he was able to get someone to trust him, Martin simply responded with 'I found a way... just keep doing as I say, and we'll be rich!' of course, because Anthony trusted Martin, he would do whatever he said... taking money from the local store, off of some exploration team, and eventually escalating to items, and then simply taking the pokemon, themselves. The money would come and go really quickly, however, it was the only way that Anthony has even come close to making money, yet, and he made sure to give it all to his mother, who would hopefully use that to live in a better place so that Anthony could join the guilds, and be free of the stigma that came with living in that neighborhood. The two even came up with funny code names for when they're doing 'jobs' as Martin would like to put it, and from there on out, Anthony would refer to himself as 'General Goom' and Martin would be known as 'Mister Mudkip'... then, came this final mission, this supposedly rich emolga was getting close to their hideout, and Martin just needed to give her his 'talk', which, of course, meant that Anthony had to go find this emolga and take her to their hideout, which he did without question... of course, not long after successfully 'leading' the emolga to Martin's cave, some exploration teams decided to ruin the job, which meant that Anthony had to be the lookout again.
Appearance: He usually wears a sort of weird green camo helmet, but not when he's on a job for some reason... other than that, he's perfectly normal. Differences: He has an oddly high physical attack, yet, an oddly low special attack and, thanks to his father, he may learn some fighting-type moves when he actually has the limbs to do so.
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Name: Bonnie Gold Species: Buneary Gender: Female Moves: - Frustration {||||||||--} - Bite {|---------} - Jump Kick {----------} - Attract (tm) Bio: Bonnie was apparently lucky... at least, that's what she was told by everyone. She was born into the rich and famous 'Gold' family, which has, up until her, only consisted of meowth and persian who have apparently made their fortune thanks to the constant use of the move 'pay day'. She wouldn't have considered herself lucky, however. Every day, and every night, her father, a persian by the name of Artemis, would try to attack her, aiming to either knock her out or kill her. Which one was uncertain, as he'd always have those crazy, evil eyes just before attacking. Had her mother, a lopunny named Mirabelle, not gotten in the way. It was a wonder that she never broke up with him, and that they stayed together... but it may have been due to the fact that she always bought his excuse, such as 'I've had too much fermented oran juice,' or 'I didn't get enough sleep today,' heck, she even bought 'It was a stressful day at work,' despite the fact that he hasn't worked a day in his life. He told everyone that he was working, however, Bonnie figured out that wasn't true at the age of about six, when she followed him out of the house once. He didn't go to any of the guilds, and none of the shops... he just stood there, waiting for someone. If only she had known. If only Bonnie could have stayed there a little longer... then she would have been able to warn her mother. Bonnie didn't stay there long enough to witness anything horrible that he would have done had she stayed... she was hungry, and dinner was just about ready back at her house. Bonnie didn't stay silent during dinner, however, as she told her mother that Artemis wasn't working, that he didn't have a job... and that prompted the event that would mentally scar young Bonnie for life.
About a week after Bonnie's little reveal, things went south between Mirabelle and Artemis, who were constantly yelling at one another over every tiny little thing. This lasted for about a year, and was all because Bonnie saw her dad 'working late'. It was at about this time that Artemis' little excuses for constantly trying to abuse his child weren't working, and Mirabelle would now attack back, or, rarely, use attract, a move she had taught Bonnie when she was very young, to stop Artemis before he even tries. Normally, this would be the worst part of someone's life, that is, until the two parents split up and leave the child with one or the other, with neither one of them being good choices, however... this, sadly, wasn't the case with Bonnie. It all happened several years ago, she was seven at the time, and her parents were yelling as per usual, however, after a scream from her mother, it just stopped. Bonnie, confused, ran into the room where they were yelling, only to see a sight far too gruesome for someone as young as her. Her mother was slashed to pieces, and worse? Her father was actually eating her. His fangs and claws were bright red from the blood, and he had a piece of her arm sticking out of his bloody mouth. Artemis, apparently noticing his daughter, then snarled at her, and told her in an oddly calm, yet still intimidating voice "If you say a word about this... you're next," he was captured by some rescue team after that, and hauled off to jail, and eventually court. Bonnie was called as a witness, however, she couldn't speak. Whenever she tried to remember that horrible incident, that vile sight, she'd always end up crying without saying a word... as such, she was considered an unreliable witness, and her father was found innocent... the worst part came when he was given custody of her.
It's a wonder that she's still even alive to this day, as she had to sneak food to prevent starvation, and survive a constant onslaught of attacks being thrown at her. Artemis' favorite attack was slash, and he loved to use Bonnie to practice that move. She wouldn't be able to catch a wink of sleep out of fear if it weren't for the attacks knocking her out every single day. She doesn't remember much of those years, however, she does remember one phrase that has kept her quiet for this long... 'If you say a word about this... you're next,' which means that she couldn't do anything about it. She was too weak to fight back, attract doesn't work on him anymore, and whenever she stayed conscious through one attack, he'd launch another at lightning speeds, guaranteeing that Bonnie goes through the day knocked out. Occasionally, he'd use pay-day on her in some sort of attempt to get even more money, though, he'd constantly be disappointed at how few coins were created when he'd attack her with that move... every time he'd use it, he'd wait until Bonnie woke up to shout at her to pick up the coins... and then give them to him. After a while of this, Artemis said something about how he can't stand to look at her anymore and how Bonnie looked like her slut of a mother, so he threw her in the basement, as if to take away the one good thing she may have had in this life... a decent house. This was the final straw for Bonnie, and, over the course of a few months, she finally dug her way out of the basement, and ran away. She ran until she couldn't see her father's house, somewhere called 'Sunswept Plains', where she met a mareep and a litleo who were Bonnie's first friends. The litleo was simply called Leo, and the mareep was called Mike. Soon enough, the trio encountered what they thought was a wild snivy. Bonnie was actually somewhat attracted to the snivy, despite his grey coloration, and told Mike of her plan. Mike agreed to the plan and walked over there on his own... it wasn't long before Mike whistled, and Bonnie tried to use attract on the snivy, who was not only oblivious to her, but also apparently already had a girlfriend, one who knocked out Bonnie as soon as she finished using attract. She awoke to see her friends knocked out as well, and they simply told her to head over to Treasure Town, that there might be better friends there... they said that she should go alone, but, that they'll remember her... and this was her next goal. Her final goal? Revenge. Appearance: Nothing's different about her appearance, save for a few scars on her arms, and one on her chest. There are also a few bruises, specifically around the eyes that just won't go away. Differences: Due to her abuse as a child, she is now a pure dark-type, her frustration move (once she learns it) is also a dark-type move, and will grow in power regardless of how much she likes the leader of her team. She can also learn some dark-type moves through experience, and is afraid of all cat-based pokemon. Once she reaches a certain stage, her stats will increase as if she evolved again, though, that won't be the case.
Name: Celes Silverfall Species: Sylveon Moves: -Hidden Power (Ground) 2 {----------} -Draining Kiss -Swift 2 {----------} -Confuse ray Bio: Now… where to start with this story. Let’s just begin here. Celes started her life in an big house near Sunswept plains, fenced off by rather large gates to protect from wild pokemons. She lived in an family of eevee’s, all of them evolved already. She was the youngest in her family, and this usually leaded her to be teased a lot by her siblings. Her mother was an umbreon and her father an espeon. Both of them usually argued abit and joked around cause of how they should have evolved in the other ones form, but both of them just kept having laughs with this.
Sibling wise, Celes had about 7 sibblings. 1 male flareon that usually kept ‘accidentally’ putting stuff on fire, 2 vaporeons, one female and the other male, that kept watching over the problems that the flareon kept doing, 1male jolteon that would usually alarm people and work with his leafeon sister in the gardens. There is also the glaceon sisters that keep running around towns, travelling and selling things to help out the family.
You see… the family itself made their fortune by selling berries and making mixes with them to heal up injured pokemons all over the land. Every member of the family help out one way or the other, and even if fights brake off sometimes, they usually end up being fixed not too long afterwards.
Now… let’s get back to Celes. Like said before, she was the youngest in her family, but also one of the most strange. Once a while, she should just stare blankly at the walls for short periods of times, as if something was bothering her. What was happening though… was a sixth sense she had. Her mother and father kept telling her that it was nothing, but she still kept doing the same thing. It was just all too weird. Why did she sense these things and the others not. Well… that sense actually helped her once, when a group of ghost type thieves were going to steal away their shipment of berries that they worked very hard for. Celes was able to warn her father and mother about this, and soon enough they found the crocks and chased them away. Her parents never understood why she felt that, but they did not question her. She helped the family out, and that was what was important.
Then days afterwards, her parents brought her 3 stones. A fire stone, a water stone and a thunder stone. They asked her to evolve, because they were worried about what might happen if something else might come. A bigger group of ghost types or something. Even if she was a normal type, she would be in danger by other kinds of moves. Though Celes did not want to evolve, cause she was not sure what to even evolve into. She was not ready yet, and pushed the stones containers away. Her parents asked her to just choose one, that it was for her own good, but she still refused.
So they left her be. Her siblings though, wanted her to evolve also, but each of them tried to make her evolve into what they were. Each of them used their powers, attempting to show off and tell Celes that she should change into what they were, but each time it was same answer. She did not want to choose right now, and she was not ready. This lasted for weeks. Her parents even wanted her to evolve into their own form, but Celes refused. It was getting too much for her. Day after day she was harassed with this. Then one night, she had enough. She got up, and was about to leave threw the door, only to have her flareon brother block her, asking her where she was going. She answered that she had enough, that she did not want to stay there anymore. Though this displeased her bother.
He then used flamethrower, attempting to get her to back away and stay there, but that was the last straw that she could take. Suddenly she felt a strange energy inside her. She then used it, and saw that she used confuse ray on her bother, who then hit a wall multiple times. Unfortunately that made a lot of noise in the house, and then she heard voices all around. She started to run, and then rushed outside, jumped over the fence and ran away. She had enough of this. If they wanted her to evolve, then she wanted to at least have time and be ready to evolve at least. She continued to run at full speed.
2 days later, she arrived at Allure town. She did not know what else she could do. Left alone, no friends to talk to, and the constant feel of something near in the very back of her head. Probably just her being crazy or something. She shook her head and then entered the town, slowly. Maybe she could find her destiny here…. Maybe she could find what she wants to be deep down. And maybe she could even figure out how she used confuse ray back then…
Appearance: She usually wears a light blue ribbon around her neck, and her fur is slightly paler than normal. Differences: Celes, strangely enough, has the ability to use ghost type moves. She does not know why, but she as a kind of sixth sense. Though she is not a ghost type.
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Name: Eralion Strongwill Species: Pancham Gender: Male Moves: Counter (learned from many hours of training) Bullet Punch Karate Chop Leer Bio: Where to begin with the story of Eralion. It would take a lot to actually say every bit of details from his life until now, but we shall go with the important parts.
Eralion was born from a Mawile father and a mother Pangoro in a forest far from Allure town. We could say it was an awkward family, but both of Eralion’s parents loved each other. They worked long hours in the forest to defend the smaller creatures that would be too weak to fight, protected them from harm. Eralion look up at them, proud of having parents like these, though that was before he started to hear about guild’s from some passer by. Those people talked to his parents quite some times, asking for directions to a mystery dungeon that was a bit farther north from their forest. Though a lot of times it was starting to get night and his parents usually invited them to stay for the night. Because of this, Eralion heard lots of stories of guilds, people helping out others, working side by side. When the guest left, Eralion asked lots of times to his parents about if he could go to Allure town to join a guild, though because of how far away it was, they said no, because it was too risky to move. Eralion though didn’t give up. Instead of asking more and more, he started to train, fighting and punching, also learning from the old Wobbufett in the forest who gave advices to travellers. Both Eralion and the old Wobbufett got along quite fine, and it was also that way he learned to use counter, a move that normal Pancham could not learn.
After quite some training, Eralion asked his parents again if he could go to the guild now, being stronger than before. His parents said no again, though Eralion didn’t give up. One day during his parents usual patrol, he followed them in secret. It was then that he saw a primeape going to hit a zigzagoon with a karate chop. His parents were about to go and help, though Eralion moved quicker. He moved in front of the zigzagoon and used counter. When the strike hit, Eralion’s parents were horrified, only to have Eralion strike back the primeape full force, actually damaging him so much that he almost fainted, with Eralion holding on, giving a bit of breathing from the hit. He then quickly rushed and used Karate Chop also, finishing off the ape. His parents were surprised by this, but also mad for him to go into so much risk there. Eralion looked at them, before giving a smile, telling them he was alright. Sure he took some damage there, but he still felt like he could continue fighting. His parents looked at each other concerned.
That night his parents told him he could go to the guild after all, though that he should be careful. Eralion nodded, saying that he would. Finally he was going to have some adventure. The next morning he packed up everything that he needed, and gave his last goodbye’s to his parents. He then left his home. He wanted to return one day when he would have become much stronger and able to protect the forest, but for now the prospect of a new adventure loomed overhead.
Though his travels weren’t as fun and games as he thought it would be. One of those days he was passing in large mountain territory where many old ruined buildings were. As he passed by, he heard screaming, creatures going and running away. What he saw was a granbull, attacking nearby dragon types, laughing at them. This made Eralion’s blood boil. The granbull was already damaged a bit, but not enough to actually be defeated by any creatures around. Eralion rushed forth and used karate chop on the thing, only to have it turn around and then headbutt him right in the arm. This hurted Eralion a lot. The granbull moved closer and closer to Eralion.
“Well well… a little hero want to stop me… how cute…. Now where was I… oh right….” The granbull says before going to use headbutt again, though Erion resisted and used counter, striking the thing back full force, weakening him more. “Why you little… able to use counter eh… you won’t resist long though.” He says. He was right. Eralion could not resist another hit. He started to run full force, going to get away from the thing. The thing started to chase after him, though weakened cause of the damage Eralion caused to him. Eralion had to find somewhere to hide… something to help him… something….
It was then that something in him just slightly broke as he heard the footsteps moving closer and closer to him. He looked to the direction of the granbull, slight energy being felt from the ground of the ruins,
“There you are… well… time to fi…” he start to say before Eralion got up, his eyes in a new rage. "Still have so...” was the last thing before Eralion, who in a last attempt, rushed and striked the granbull right in the face, faster than anything he ever did before. He had just used bullet punch! The granbull falled on the ground, KO now. It was then that multiple dragon types walked by, looked at Eralion who was breathing deeply. He lost consciousness then.
When he got back to himself, he was in a large cave with a couple of dratini’s playing in the corner. His wounds were patched with bandages. As he look up, he saw a Dragonite pass near him. “Ah… Finally awake… Here…” she says before giving him a plate of berries. “You should be hungry…. Eat up.” She says. Eralion smiled and ate up, hungry like heck at the moment. He looked at his arm that he used bullet punch with. He saw a slight silver lining under his fur, but not much else. How did he even use that move anyway. He wasen't a steel type, and pancham could not learn such move. But also they could not learn counter. He knew he was different, but that different and able to use that attack?
After eating, he thanked the Dragonite family before going and leaving, going back on his way to Allure town. He still had a lot of road to do, and he knew his adventure wasen’t over yet. Appearance: He looks like a normal pancham, though under his fur of his left and right arm, theres is a slight silver coloring.
Differences: He trained many hours with a Wobbufett to be able to learn counter. He will also be able to learn steel type move cause of his strange genetics, though he will retain his normal typing.
Bio: Like most of his kind, Kamina was forced to endure vast amounts of torment at the hands of other Pokemon. For so long, he was forced to serve as the punching bag for others. Being so weak, he also had great difficulty finding food for himself. Normally, this would be enough to break anyone. Shatter their fragile mind and sense of self worth. Sending them into a spiral of depression strong enough to break even the most battle harden warriors and turn them into mere shadows of their former selves!.........Kamina however, was far from normal
When Kamina took a good long look back on his life, remembering all the torment, all the pain, those many days he went hungry, those times he almost died. He took it differently then most would. He took it as a challenge. That lit a fire in him. From that day on, Kamina spent every second he could training. Although, due to his only move being completely useless, he didn't make much progress. However that failed to discourage him, if anything it drove him further. He worked himself to the bone day in and day out...and didn't have anything to show for it.
One day, after he had worked his body too much to work with his insane training, a group of nasty Pokemon found him. They beat him severally, laughing as they did. But Kamina didn't scream, he didn't even cry. he was too tired to do either. As he fell into unconsciousness, he felt his body drifting away on the currents of the sea...
When he woke up, he was on a strange beach he had never seen before. He could also make out a faint rainbowish glow off in the distance above the sea. As his mind caught up to his body, he noticed that in his sleep, his body had been fully revitalized. Excited and ready to resume his training, he accidentally shot pellets of fire out of his mouth. Instead of questioning how he managed to learn a move that his kind shouldn't be capable of preforming, he immediately attributed it to his 'burning spirit' as a result of his 'passionate hard work.' He decided right then and there to continue his training on land to become the most badass Magikarp ever...
...before moving on to becoming the greatest Gyarados that ever lived
Appearance: Is a much deeper shade of red then the rest of his kind, with the crown on his head a deep blue color
Differences: Is part Fire type
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Name: Tini Species: Dratini Gender: Male Moves: -Wrap -Aromatic Mist -Fairy Wind - Bio: Tini was very sick as a baby, and he wasn't expected to live very long. His parents did everything they could to make his short time in this world as comfortable as possible. Then one day his health took a turn for the worse. His parents stayed with him on his deathbed, doing everything they could to ease their little boy's pain. They pleaded and begged for someone to come and spare his life...and then someone came to answer those prayers; none other then Xerneas. Using his great power, he healed young Tini's fragile body, however because of how damaged it was from illness, his powers ended up leaving a lasting mark on the you Dragon, making him part Fairy as well as changing his color
Xerneas then said to him "grow up big and strong little one, and one day you will be able to save someone the same way I saved you" and with that, he vanished as quickly as he arrived. Xerneas words left a lasting impression on the young Tini, so he worked hard to become as strong as he could. He now had two things he never had before; a future and a dream, to spend his life rescuing others. He was reborn as Tini; defender of love, justices, truth, hope, peace, and delicious cookies. During one such training exercise, his Fairy type was discovered when a wayward Dragon Rush hit him and failed to cause any damage
One day, an Aromatisse were passing by when he saw the young Tini training. Deciding to have a little fun, she showed off some of her moves to young Tini, however one in particular caught his eye; Aromatic Mist. The idea of a move that could bolster the resistance to ranged attacks for an entire team, of a move that could lessen damage instead of causing harm, appealed to him greatly. Determined to learn such a move, Tini began to beg the Aromatisse to teach it to him. Although she was sure he wouldn't be able to learn it, she was unable to say no to his cute little face, and so she began to instruct him. To her immense surprise, young Tini actually showed progress with the move. Now knowing that for some reason this young Dragon could indeed learn this move, she decided to stick around to make sure he got it. Tini was a diligent student, putting his all into learning this move, and after a few weeks, he had it mastered
After he felt that he had sufficient training, he made his way to the nearest town with his parents blessing, in order to join a guild. He was about to take the first step towards his dream Appearance: The blue part of his body is violet instead. He also seems to...sparkle Differences: Is part Fairy and his ability is Marvel Scale. Also, since learning Aromatic Mist, he always smells minty fresh, this doesn't really help in a fight, but it's worth noting
For hearts long lost and full of fright Those who caused the blackest night Listen to me or meet your maker I'll befriend them all
Bio: Every day. Every day, Hex has to go through the same routine. From sunrise to sunset. It first begins in the morning, deep in Birchwood Forest, when she's swarmed by countless males offering her fresh berries and honey in the hive. It's simple just to gust them away, but the "oh-so-mighty" queen doesn't like her drones being swept far away into the forest, so she just has to push through and deny any attempts to swoon her. After finally making it past the drones, she checks on the defenders of the hive outside, the Beedrill, who are even worse then the drones. Constantly complaining about the conditions, buzzing, swinging around their stingers, when they don't even belong with them. Hex knows her mother just keeps them around for the purpose of protection. And then she has to talk to the captain of them, about reports, recent attacks, work conditions. The captain' snot too bad, but yells at everyone but her. After that dilemma, it's usually about lunch time.
Hex travels inside the hive, where all the defenders and drones of the hive are mulling about, munching on berry jam. Hex has to flutter by the queen when eating to signify she's royalty. Which is a total pain, considering her mother is always surrounded by her adoring subjects, and she has to listen to every single compliment they have to throw at her. After that lunch ordeal, the young Combee has to follow her mother all the way through Birchwood Forest, to have a meeting with some allies about property and defense and attacks. Hex is forced to sit through it all. Being a "princess," she doesn't have a say in anything. When it finally ends, she has to travel back to the hive, which is all the way on the other end of the forest. Then she finally gets her one moment of peace throughout the entire day. Without it, she'd probably go insane. Hex sits alone in her room, the royal quarters. Her dinner's delivered to her, and she can eat peaceful, and think.
Hex can think about freedom. About how she wants to escape from the same painful route every day. About how boring and uninteresting it is to go throughout her entire day. Even now, thinking about it to herself, she just wants to snore. Hex craved a different life. She didn't want to evolve to be the boring queen, who sat on her throne each day, getting fatter and fatter and passing dumb laws. She wanted action! Adventure! And the rangers, oh, the rangers. They occasionally passed through the forest, and she'd always look at them as they went along their way to fight evil and save the day. While Hex wasn't strong, she knew that one day she could fight alongside them. Join a team, get a badge, and fly free in the skies. To be one of them. But she didn't want that life of adventure soon. She wanted it now. Hex began to formulate a plan to escape the prison of the hive. How to escape the eternal torment of her every day. And the Combee princess knew just how to do it.
It started early in the morning. Much earlier. None of the drones were awake, but some defenders were still buzzing about. A small shaft of early morning light drifted in through a small chip in the wall. Her first taste of freedom. And so, Hex put her plan into action.
"Help! Please!" Hex yelled, her voice echoing down the halls. The Beedrill would be soon rushing in to save her, like the white knights they were. "Someone!"
The young Combee lowered herself into a small bowl of honey from dinner last night. She slathered herself in the junk. She usually saw the drones covered in honey after making it, so hopefully they wouldn't be paying enough attention to see through the honey and at the red mark. The princess slowly drifted into the hall and down the twisting tunnels of the hive. On her way, multiple defenders rushed past her, down to her room, paying her no mind. She had a limited amount of time until they realized the princess had left, so-
"THE PRINCESS!" A voice buzzed down from the hallway. "SHE'S GONE!" Okay, maybe less time. She stopped slowly drifting down the hall and furiously fluttered down it, using all the ability in her delicate wings. She could hear the Beedrill buzzing from down the hall, flying hurriedly through each room, looking for her. There, the entrance! She saw it! She just.. She just..
Hex flew through the exit of the hive. It was attached to a huge tree in Birchwood Forest, under a thick canopy of leaves. And so she flew. She flew, far away. To Allure Town, to become a ranger, and to evolve and grow stronger than the queen. She was becoming quickly exhausted due to the little power in her wings, but she forged ahead. And off to Allure Town she went.
Appearance: Looks like a normal Combee Differences: A common ability passed down in Hex's royal generation is Shed Skin, which she can now use, even if it is kind of gross.
Name: Carrol Shannon. Although he doesn't dislike the name or its descendant Carl, he instead takes pride in his tribe's name, Shannon.
Species: Amaura.
Gender: Male.
Moves: -Powder Snow {|||||-----} -Thunder Wave -Growl Shannon's voice, as is typical for his species, can be very forceful when need be, so even in his young age he can sound an intimidating cry. His icy power is not well-developed yet, but Shannon can breath a stinging gust of frost to defend himself. An early trick his species learns is to manipulate the charged particles powering his crest, releasing an electrical pulse to stun an opponent.
Bio: The Aurorus tribe from which Carrol came was made up of the Shannon family, and lead by elder Alaois Shannon. The Shannons occupied a wide range of tundra and taiga at the base of a series of near-Polar mountains, and their power serves as an indirect safeguard against other encroaching species. While Aurorus are not Pokemon inclined to combat, Alaois's Snow Warning amplifies the climate that keeps the territory exclusive, and gives strength to the other Ice-types, the task maintained by Abomasnow within the range itself. Carrol hatched into this peaceful environment, and from birth he looked up (in every sense of the word) to the towering figure of Alaois, even more so than he did his own parents. Carrol proved to have no lack of ability himself, although not a Snow bringer. Carrol could manipulate ice and aurora with subtlety and travel with endurance and patience. Crowning his talents, however, was his voice, singing clear and cheerfully along with his elders and peers among the Shannon.
Ceaseless efforts to impress Alaois and learn from him did not go unnoticed. The elder was aging, and Carrol seemed the perfect candidate for the next leader once he matured. Although talk was light and patient, it wasn't hard to predict what would have occurred: Alaois would pass on and his Snow Warning daughter Etna would lead until Carrol wooed her and took the Shannon into his care. The inevitable, unspeakable catastrophe took form in the eruption of a million-year dormant but monstrous volcano on the range above the tundra. Forests burned, glaciers melted, and the plains were covered in ash. Etna died by chance, crushed by a stone hurled by the explosion. Alaois never recovered from the loss.
Following the grief-driven death of Alaois, the Shannon left the plain for parts of their range that had fared better. The ecosystem, however, had been dealt a mortal blow. With no artificial cold on the plains and the permafrost irrevocably destroyed, the border of the Polar realm was pushed back, and tundra became fertile, if wintry, grassland. While other species eventually adapted to the warmer climate and more aggressive newcomers, the Aurorus had held the over-specialized niche of providing snow to a now-dead biome, and were not built for the rocky environment of the mountains. The Shannon, though leaderless, made the decision to abandon their home and their natural life rather than stand their ground and dwindle with the years. Carrol and his family migrated to seek a town where Pokemon of any type could shelter. The journey was not as long as they had expected, but the town they found presented a crisis: It was too small to support the entire tribe without crushing the native population under the burden. Two Aurorus stayed, but the remainder moved on. That was how the Shannon tribe died. No town could support them all, and they no longer fit into any natural habitat. At each settlement some departed.
Kiera and her son Carrol were strong and patient, though Carrol had been struck terribly by the death of Aloais. By the time the Shannon reached Allure town, they were all that was left, and they had traveled the furthest. Kiera supported herself in Allure with her strength and size, carrying smaller Pokemon when the need arose, knowing that despite their love her son would find another parental figure, as he had done before with Alaois. Carrol, indeed pining for a new hero to look up to, disillusioned by the death and separation he had seen, latched onto the most powerful figure in town, Arnold the Guildmaster.
Tap tap tap. A patient wait in the early morning chill, then a wooden latch opened. The stationed 'mon recognised neither the figure, nor the fuchsia glow in the darkness. Whoever had knocked had drawn back again. "Step into the firelight," the query came, perhaps with a little too much suspicion. Whoever it was didn't seem urgent for help. Then why this bothersome time of morning? "Why're you here? Who's knocking?" The figure approached calmly, and the lights revealed themselves to be crests above a pair of serene eyes. "My name is Carrol, for myself," the Amaura complied, in a melodic voice that promised peace, if not friendship. "But know me as Shannon, for those who are gone. I wish to join your guild."
Appearance: Shannon has a long, sweeping tail, at least in comparison to other Amaura, which helps him keep his lofty head balanced. Like others of his species, Shannon's crests change colour with mood, but they usually tend towards a purple-ish pink.
Differences: Shannon's movepool will include more sound and song moves than usual. Moves learned will be Sing, Relic Song (although it has no extra effect for him other than being boosted by Refrigerate), and Perish Song.
Name: William Lennard Species: Smeargle Gender: Male Moves: -Transform -Sketch Bio: Waking up, thinking about his past, William Lennard fell into a deep thought. It all started out when he was a kid; a young boy who was fascinated with what was happening all the time. He wanted to know what it was like to be a newsman. It wasn't his first job, though. His first job was at Candace's Bank, where he helped store money. He felt alright with this job, but felt he wasn't exactly destined to be a teller in a bank. He quit and was a traveling comedian, although his only 'travels' have been in Allure and Treasure town, since he's afraid he will get criticized in Scale Town. He told the best jokes he could think of, and got minimum wage for it, and he loved making people laugh. After a big mess-up with a joke, that got him shunned as a comedian, he quit and became an investigative reporter. It was his favorite job. He was quite awkward, to say the least, but after a while, he was damn good at his job. He only did small things for a while until...
The Crime; A person in Treasure town was murdered in his house. William was asked to do this case, and he was afraid, since if he found the murderer at his last clue, he would most certainly die. The person was a Scrafty that was 3' 11'' and weighed 105 pounds. That part of the investigation was easy. He had a pen and paper to write down stuff for the news, and he needed to see what was going on with the blood. They noticed that some of the blood was not Scrafty blood, and that there were small pieces of a purple skin in the Scrafty's hands, either revealing that the murderer was the scrafty at first, but then the other person fought back, or the other way around. William collected the blood, skin, and other samples, and the whole body itself. After identifying what species the possible murderer was, and what type of blood they had, they concluded that the murderer was most likely an Aerodactyl, and had AB+ type blood. When they used this information, they had about 6 suspects, and none of them pleaded guilty. The news station still does not know who the murderer was.
When he came back to real life, he felt shocked and depressed that the possible murderer could still be out there. He hated his failure in finding the murderer, and he felt like quitting his job. He fell into a depression for 3 months, and stopped doing things he normally enjoyed. He eventually stopped moping over an old case, and he went on another case. He only knew that the case had something to do with the Foggy Plains, and that something VERY important was stolen. He grabbed his backpack, got a few matches, and set off for his new adventure.
Appearance: Wears a backpack which is used to store things like paper, pencils, and matches. Differences: Can learn/use Confusion, and can learn Recover at a certain stage, and can learn Odor Sleuth a later stage.
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Name: Samuel Grayson Species: Treecko Gender: Male Moves: -Pound -Quick Attack -Absorb -Spark
Bio: Born and raised in Treasure Town, he was accustomed to the strange layout of it. He lived not too far away from the Kecleon Shop, since that was his favorite place to get what he needed. He got his money from doing simple chores for other townspeople, and the occasional Mystery Dungeon exploring. He always had concerns and questions about the things, like how did all these berries get here, or what happened to the people that left their poke behind on accident. What if it wasn't on accident? What if they died and their money was left there?
Then, suddenly... BOOM! The sound of thunder was deafening, the skin-tearing pain was unbearable, and then... silence. Was this what death felt like? Maybe this is what death was. Pain, then nothingness. Just darkness. He could feel something pick him up, something warm. He could hear something, but to him it was just nonsense. Complete, total nonsense. He started to dream, dream of impossible things like flying, or having the most powerful move. Meanwhile, outside of Samuel's head, he was teleported back to a guild, taken outside, and to the nearest healer or doctor. There seemed to be no hope for the victim of this accident, but he still occasionally showed signs of being alive, like a twitch and occasional groans. Two whole months passed, of forced-feeding of Oran Berries and herbs, and other berries. At about 3 in the afternoon on the 6th day of the 2nd month he was out, he opened his eyes. At first, he couldn't walk that well, and he had to continue resting. He was most likely going to survive.
About a year after that incident, he could start to walk again, with some slight troubles, and he was told he was a survivor of a strong lightning strike. He felt as if he was stronger, and also felt like he wanted to be whoever rescued him. Someone who could save lives, someone who knew how to get people to safety. Someone that could help people, and make sure they were okay. He started hearing talk about a place that did that, and the people who worked there got paid for it, as well. This concept sounded outstanding to him, and he had plans to go join this place soon.
After the recovery, he was changed from a loudmouth to someone that you would think was shy. He still spoke when he felt like he needed to, though, but he still freaks people out with two of the three remaining side-effects from the attack, the lightning tree scar on his back, and this other odd part from the attack. His tears weren't normal tears. They were made almost exclusively of blood. He had what his healer called Blood of the Eyes, but everyone else just called them blood tears instead, since that's what they were. He was polite, sort of. He had a short temper, and occasionally blew up for no reason.
Appearance: Has Haemolacria. Haemolacria is blood tears, from a slight tint to the tears looking completely made of blood. His whole back has a lightning scar on it. Differences: A little slower than the average Treecko, and also is an Electric Type, and has Thunder Shock as a starting move. Added moves (electric type bonus): - Level 12 - Thunder Wave - Level 15 - Spark - Level 21 - Thunderbolt - Level 24 - Zap Cannon - Level 28 - Counter - Level 30 - Thunder - Level 75 - Bolt Strike
Name: Breen. Breen Torrents. He prefers milk shaken, not stirred. Species: Mudkip Gender: Male Moves: -Water Gun -Mud Slap -Tackle -Swagger Bio: Now this is the story all about how Breen's life got flipped turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell you how Breen Torrents became a janitor at a guild in a town called Allure. In the West of Treasure Town, born and raised, actually, wait no, more like Allure Town, yeah, that's where he praise! Chillin' out, maxin' relaxin' all cool, and listenin' to his dad preach about evolution right after school, when the quest for adventure sparked in his mind, he said: "I'm gonna join that big guild and kick some baddie behind!"
And well, he sorta stuck to that motivation, regardless of the outcome. By the book, Breen is a registered Guild Member, with his best friend Torchlite. He's been working there for a good amount of time actually! Lookit that team name - Scooterz! Works real well and all considering his goofy nature and whatnot. Living under the strict rules of his overly religious father, Booker, he sorta let loose with his adventurous and creative side - living out the dreams he's always wanted to when he was confined to staying inside of his room reading comic books with his best friend. And hey, now he's making progress! He's now confined to cleaning the guild in-between large expeditions and reading comic books on break...with a little bit of arguing with Archie here, a little bit of rule-breaking and wandering around over there - all around, he's living his dream!
Of course, he's dedicated to his own little antics around the town, weather it be some sort of job for kind 'ol Mr. McGuillicuddy down the street or working for some gang he's never heard of. Yeah. Nice. And on top of that, his sarcasm and wit will always, can always, and once again I repeat: WILL get him into trouble. In his spare time that doesn't involve work or fun or reading comics or playing the harmonica (he's a professional, trust me.), he's a real kind guy! Always wanting to make friends and such despite his development in the excellent skill of lying and fibbing constantly due to his obsession with comics. But I'm sure that won't play any part later on in this roleplay...
...right?
Appearance: Your average Mudkip, albeit skinnier, due to his constant hyperactivity. He’s got an orange dot on each of his paws - a Torrents family trait, and he wears a pair of novelty 3-D glasses, which he uses to better his eyesight due to his eyes being red and blue (see my profile picture for how it should look at least). He wears his standard rescue team bandanna in the style of a tie - usually a bow-tie. He also carries a small satchel which looks a lot smaller than it is on the inside...they're always like that. He also wears a red baseball cap with a lightning symbol on it, backwards. It's the style nowadays.
Differences: Small immunity towards electric-type moves, happens randomly, but usually results in him getting shocked. Terrified of heights and ghosts! And a slight slight fear of dragons....yeah, they're fuckin' terrifying.
Bio: To Levita, she was born into the most awesome and coolest family she had ever met. Her mother was Saniri, a Chandeleur, and her father was Sirus, a Drifblim, the latter which was a renowned explorer. She also had an older brother, Cobust, which was at first a Litwick at youth, then a Lampent when he was older. Sirus simply claimed that her brother's evolutionary line had a faster pace...though Levita saw that as only a lie to make her feel confident about herself, and she continuously envied her older brother throughout her youth, who seemed to always be one step ahead of her. Once he evolved, the Drifloon sword that she was going to work as hard as she can to surpass her brother, no matter the cost.
But other than her rivalry of her elder sibling, Levita loved the fame that went along with her father. Whenever Sirus had the time, Levita would always persuade her father to do a Shadow Ball, a Stockpile and Spit Up, and occasionally his special Thunderbolt move. Every time, she would be astonished by her father's flashy moves, and often try to copy it herself with failure. At night, Saniri would tell her wonderful stories from wandering evil Pokemon having their life force sucked out of them, or of spiritual possessions and Yamask's secrets. To Levita, little went wrong with her life, and she couldn't be happier.
Until she realized the harsh reality of life. Levita finally realized how intolerant and cynical Pokemon could be; there was always news of some bandit capturing this, someone stealing that. Tragedy had struck the family as well, as Levita's father Sirus, who she always idolized, had suddenly disappeared on one of his journeys, which sent Levita, Cobust, and their remaining mother into a depression; from depression came determination, however. Both Levita and Cobust had decided to continue on their father's legacy of explorers — Levita was convinced that her father was dead and wanted to gain the fame her father had wanted, while Cobust wanted to investigate on their father's disappearance by joining into a powerful guild — Levita did not know which guild it was, but it was certain they were going to be traveling down different paths. With what she could carry with her light weight, Levita went off to be an independent explorer, who generally took up jobs any time, anywhere, while remaining unaffiliated with any guild.
And even after this period of time, Levita still had a long way to build up the fame her father had...but she was going to achieve that goal no matter what. With her cheery attitude and her street-smarts, Levita was going to rise.
Appearance: Levite does not appear very different from other Drifloons; the only few visual differences are the ends of her strands, which appear like rounded triangles instead of hearts, and the cloud fluff on her head, which is light grey instead of white.
Differences: Drifloon has inherited one of her several family's moves, Tailwind, which increases the user's speed, from some unknown line. She will evolve into a Drifblim, though it may be later than usual.
(Trivia: — Levita often daydreams and sketches with her tiny notebook in her belt-satchel. — Levita can navigate in a directional fashion using her Tailwind and Gust. — Levita likes scaring other explorers on the road, which often brings her trouble.)
Bio: Rebecca and her brother Leon were born princess and prince into a small yet proud kingdom. It wasn’t all that impressive, in retrospect, and they were always butting heads with another similar group of Gothitelle for one excuse or another, but they both had a happy family, which was really all that mattered to them. Of course, that only lasted for a good nine years before their mother started showing signs of a terminal illness, likely due to some form of poison. While Leon and their father went to search for a cure, Rebecca elected to stay by her mother’s side until the end. The conversations held between the young Ralts and her mother would come to shape the life of the former, as the frail queen would make sure to stress the importance of following the heart to what she saw as a creative and passionate young mind. After a week, the queen had passed on, leaving the family to find their own ways of moving on. True to form, Rebecca later began to develop quite the enthusiasm for expression, mainly drawing and reading, while Leon became withdrawn in the pursuit of growing stronger. After she’d sketched just about everything she found worth sketching in her home, she decided to venture outside, to ruins that had long since been declared off-limits to her and most of the kingdom. All the more reason why it would be a fun little adventure, right? The dark, cold steel corridors were unlike anything Rebecca had ever seen or heard of. It’s atmosphere both frightened and tantalized her, and as she traversed deeper into the derelict facility, she noticed the slightest traces of life, from lights turning on and off to the occasional voice over the loudspeakers. When she had gotten the nerve to speak to the apparition, it introduced itself as being little more than “A Ghost in the Shell.” Rebecca thought that name was kind of stupid, and persuaded it to let her call it Ergo. Ergo led her through the halls, to a room he described being “like a library, but cooler.” The machines in the room were run down, and though Ergo himself couldn’t fix it due to being incorporeal, but he eventually managed to guide Rebecca into fixing the ones that mattered, as well as how to use them. The worlds presented beyond the screen was beyond amazing to Rebecca. Though she couldn’t stay there forever, she would come back to visit the Rotom whenever she thought she could get away with it, always amazed by the stories,adventures, and emotions that would lay in store for her. Eventually, all this did was strengthen her own wanderlust, inspiring her to find something to fill the hole in her heart that had been widening since her mother’s passing. Leaving a note at home that explained her true feelings, she left home with little more than some art supplies and her favorite scarf.
Appearance: Nearly identical to that of a normal Ralts, with the exception of her bright blue eyes hidden behind her hair. She commonly wears a crimson scarf. A parting gift from her mother, she asserts that it has some sort of mystical effect on how cool she is, but these claims are dubious at best.
Differences: Rebecca, like all female members of her line, can learn Moonlight. This version can be used on other party members in addition to herself.
Name: Xeno
Species: Sableye
Gender: Male
Level: 8
Moves: -Nightshade -Leer -Scratch -Zen Headbutt
Bio: Xeno was never good socially, something evident to his brethren upon hatching deep within the Crystal Chasm. Unlike the other sableye that would seek to go live independent lives, Xeno was constantly bothering someone with his constant chatter which caused great annoyance for the other members of his species. Sableye are solitary pokemon and don't generally live near one another if they can avoid it, so eventually a few had had enough of Xeno and began more 'insistently' getting him to leave them alone.
Given the cold shoulder by anyone he'd known Xeno was forced deeper and deeper into the dark fissure he occupied, eventually forced to make his home far off from anyone. There weren't many crystals this far, the raw gems an essential part of a sableye's diet, and when he began to run low instinct told him to dig for more food. Every day Xeno's tunnels grew deeper, ores of various kinds being unearthed each day and eventually Xeno came across something he liked; coal. The gritty, black rocks were unique and Xeno found he quite liked the taste, digging for more as they began to make up more of his diet. Still a growing pokemon his development was altered, his skin becoming darker and the gems on his body became dark and cloudy. He was a picture of impurity, and further shunned by his species which only lead to greater seclusion within his tunnels.
Then one day, the earth couldn't take his digging anymore and the network he'd called a home collapsed. Barely escaping being crushed Xeno fled his home and left behind all he knew, his emergence not being taken lightly by the other sableye nearby. Claws covered in coal dust Xeno dashed away from those who had tried to bury him, leaving the Crystal Chasm and for the first time in his life walking out into the light of day. His eyes tinted black the light didn't hurt him as much as it should have, and unsure where to go followed the strange pathway that lead away from the cave.
Appearance: Xeno is several shades darker than most sableye, allowing him better camouflage in the dark especially with his duller eyes. The gemstones on his body also appear cloudier and darker, as opposed to being shiny due to his altered diet.
Differences: Xeno has the bonus innate ability 'tinted lense', allowing 'not very effective' attacks to deal twice the damage they would normally do. This is in addition to the standard 'keen eye' and 'prankster' abilities.
Team and Character Info:
Starring: NA - "Destiny follows adventure."
The Odd Ones Out - Starring: Spruce (Lugia), Celes (Evanist), Milloon 'M' (KaBling), Kamina (Card Captor) - "The bigger they are, the harder they stand."
Team Scarab - Starring: Anthony (Lugia), Josh and Matt (Ridlins) - "Mystery isn't. Dungeon is."
Team Green - Starring: Bonnie (Lugia), William and Samuel (Sumable), Tini (Kamina) - "It's your funeral, because it won't end well."
Starring: Chip (Sumable), Rebecca (lavulman), Levita (Stale Pizza) - "It's a beautiful day to look for shadows."
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Narration. I wasn't exactly the guy who'd be writing stories and such. In this helicopter, all I could hear was the sounds of propellers slashing above to keep me flying. It was kinda boring just patrolling, though I was always kept on the edge of my seat as at every corner of large trees or giant stone arches, there could be the threat of monsters and drones just waiting to latch onto your ship, ripping out the engines or tail clean off before leaving you to drop for what feels like forever. I know because I was in that situation a few times. Civilian duty isn't as dangerous as military duty though. But, in the end, this is for the name of Davis. Surely the Doctor son of a bitch wouldn't just get away with destroying half the world and committing countless acts of war crimes. Including destroying the orphanage where I grew up at. I won't say with the orphans were in it or not though - it's clearly too painful to remember.
As a pilot, I was ordered around to drop off troops and perform recon missions. So far, I've taken down two bogeys and escaped a lot more of those bastards. Sometimes, I'd also be called to perform air sweeps and aerial support against Mimigas. While it was true some of them were formerly humans, you couldn't take any chances if they were also in a helicopter and trying to shoot you down. Honestly, I preferred not to think about it and just continue my assignments.
Weeks passed, and all were were to do was to await for further deployment of troops and supplies to the island to launch an offensive. Meanwhile, down there in the real world, we'd continue hearing stories of both victory and losses, as well as tales of survival and even a few SOS signals. I wanted to just hijack my helicopter and help out below, but... my duty was to stay here and to avenge Davis.
Whomp-whomp-whomp.
Despite my boredom, I kept a constant eye out against the backdrop of the lush, yet deceiving and covering environment. Who knows if I'll be shot down, or even worse killed while in my seat. I took a few turns to dodge some rather tall and thick trees, as well as hover by rough and jagged cliffs to see if anyone was either trapped on them, or I needed to shoot something. Again, I was quite paranoid on my patrol run. Already two of my colleagues were either shot down or mauled not far from the base. So much for a sense of security.
My helicopter was rather stable, making loud noises as I leaned in tandem with my helicopter as it moved forwards. I could do a few tricks for the fun of it, but it would gather unwanted attention from both sides of this war. Nobody's interested in doing a barrel roll - you may as well do a combat roll in a gunfight, and everyone knows how dangerous and useless that is. We were somewhere in a region where clouds mysteriously drifted AROUND the island rather than through it, though occasionally some clouds would form here to provide rain and stop droughts. Overall, flight conditions were almost perfect for most of the year. Some days however are just downpours which stop any flight, let alone current offenses.
The rations we would get were probably beyond garbage. MREs were notoriously high in calories and almost tasteless, and if they did have a taste, it would be something on the lines of processed sand. Some of them did taste nice, though overall they were indigestible. I still had the taste of morning rations in my mouth, occasionally spitting out of my window to get 'baked beans' out of my mouth. I wiped saliva from my mouth, holding steady my joystick so I wouldn't exactly fall out my window. I was more used to the feeling of plastic rather than rubber in my hands, but I guess the extra grip of the joystick worked in terms of 'not slipping and hitting my head on the window.'
Eventually, I stopped spitting out my window, instead thinking of getting back to base and cleaning my mouth out. By the time I was nearing the Outer Wall however, I was unsure of what I was seeing - first off, the helicopter below was quickly flying away without even taking a glance at me or surroundings for any dangers. That's how people die. I didn't think much longer, intent on lowering my altitude instead to see what was going on. Through the see-through corners of my cockpit, it was clear that there was not just a soldier heading into that tunnel, but also a damned Mimiga. I was prepared to fire my weapons into the broken ceiling of the tunnel, though of course I realised there was still a soldier inside. All I could do instead was fly around the tunnel, circling around it and trying to see what was going on. I tuned into my radio and adjusted my headset, speaking rather loudly to get over the noise of the helicopter. "Flight Command, there seems to be some activity around Site-3 just outside Long Dam. Requesting to engage, over."
"Flight command, response? Over." No response. Supposedly, this was probably one of those secret black ops missions. I heard tales of people not getting responses from their bases upon witnessing odd activity, but I never really believed it.
Getting annoyed and feeling cramps in my legs, I lowered my helicopter somewhere closer to the Outer Wall than the actual tunnel. I got out of my helicopter, probably breaking every rule of piloting as I pulled out my pistol. There were times in which bringing your own guns (or just buying them) were better than standard-issue firearms the military gave you. I carefully walked over to the tunnel, realising it was more of a corridor overgrown on the outside as I kept my aim steady. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but at least my legs stopped hurting and I wasn't bored anymore.
He's the only other one that can accept apps.
Your saying doesn't cover that it still has cliches. Some copies are more common than other copies.
Actually, it's more filler than anything. I'd go pick on the other apps for supposed cliches, though that wouldn't help with anything.
Meanwhile, that may be the case, but the overarching issue is that you have too many people acting as admins. You're gonna get into conflict sooner or later.
Hm... some parts in it were a little cliche... Both parents dead in a car accident, while very common in the real world, still is a cliche in apps, the orphan that was never adopted is kinda meh, and that last part of the app was probably the worst cliche of them all. 'My name in Inigo Montoya Miles Hall. You killed my father friend. Prepare to die.' is what it's summed up to.
Here's an old saying I came up with a few days ago: "Everything is just a copy of another thing."
Dem cliches can't be THAT original, otherwise then it'll be unrecognisable. You're somewhat paranoid about the whole 'cliche' thing to be honest, 'cause nothing's really original. It's more of the problem of how cliche things are.
Also, I wouldn't ask Evanist because of falling out between us. Y'know, BIAS.
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