KaBling — Roleplayer Guild

ALRIGHT THEN, LET US START THIS OFF. I DO NOT KNOW WHY I AM NARRATING TO YOU OR ANYONE I KNOW FOR THAT MATTER, BUT I MUST SAY THIS CERTAINLY HELPS ME CONCENTRATE ON SOME MORE... personal issues.

ANYWAY, LIVING IN THE FOREST IS ACTUALLY QUITE COMFORTABLE. I DO NOT NEED THOSE FANCY CLOTHES, MY LAST SURVIVING BROTHER'S TAXES OR MY STEPFATHER'S HELP. I AM PERFECTLY FINE LIVING LIKE THIS, AS IT ALLOWS TO CONTINUE PLOTTING TO... kill that bastard and his party of slaveholders... WHILE ALSO BUSY SMASHING ALL THE CONVICTS AND CRIMINALS WHO TREAD MY GROUND. SURELY THEY UNDERSTAND MY CUSTOMS AGAINST THOSE WHO BREAK RULES, YES? MY... tribe had a rather rich history, something I will never get back of them. All I can do is avenge my family and tribe, before chartering a boat back to the land I have never seen since I was a little child.

IT WILL BE HARD, BUT IT WILL BE WORTH IT. I AM A GIANT AGGRON WITH A BLOODY HAMMER. NO, IT IS NOT A WARHAMMER; I AM NOT SOME SORT OF SAPPER OF CASTLES AND THEIR WALLS. FURTHERMORE, THOSE THINGS ARE USELESS WHEN YOU REALISE THEY DON'T EVEN DRIVE NAILS IN, BECAUSE THEY HAVE MORE AESTHETICS THAN ACTUAL VALUE IN COMBAT. AM I RIGHT? IT JUST A WAY OF SHOWING OFF IF YOU ARE A RICH MAN WITH AN ARMY.

IT CERTAINLY IS QUITE SUNNY TODAY. THE TREES WHICH TOWER EVEN ME PROVIDE A GOOD COVER FOR MY HOME, WHILE ALSO GIVING ME SOME SHADE SHOULD I LEAVE AND FEEL AS IF I'M BURNING. THE WIND WHISTLES WITH THE BIRDS DIVING THROUGH THE AIR, FLAPPING GENTLY AS THEY SOAR BACK INTO THE SKY WITH AN EXTRA BUG IN THEIR BEAKS. I SOMETIMES WONDER IF LIVING LIKE A SIMPLETON IS A GOOD IDEA IN A WORLD WHERE KINGDOMS, COUNTRY-STATES AND ARMIES RULE. BUT THEN, I CAN LAUGH AT THEM SHOULD THEIR MIGHTY EMPIRES FALL, BECAUSE I HAVE EVERYTHING I NEED IN THIS LITTLE FOREST. 

However, it does get a bit lonely. All the brothers, family and friends my brother described to me... why, I just wonder what sort of life I would have had, had that heartless Pokemon did not trespass through our lands and stole the lives of everyone. Was it really my fault for not accepting the customs of my tribe? These people here... why, they are less civilised than we were. We knew the ways of old would destroy us all, spreading our ideas throughout the land to warn everyone of a precious new age that has come after the Cataclysm. Some of the elders were hundreds of years old, and they could still remember when this world was not a wasteland. Now, their memories are gone, and that remains is the tribes that survive in my old lands and my own brother. Sitting down and thinking of everything... just how did this happen?

DO I HEAR COMMOTIONS? A RUSTLING IN THE TREES AND A LAUGHTER OF JOLLY MONSTERS? QUIETLY, I STOOD UP BY GRABBING A BRANCH OF AN OLD TREE, BRANDISHING MY TRUSTY HAMMER AND PEERING THROUGH THE WOODS. THERE, TWO POKEMON WITH DAGGERS AND A SMALL SACK. ONE OF THEM WAS CLEARLY FLOATING AND PURPLE, BUT THE OTHER WAS JUST A DECORATED YET SCUFFLED ARCANINE. I WOULD HAVE JUST LET THEM PASS BY, HAD I NOT RECOGNISED THAT INSIGNIA ON THEIR CLOTHING...

"FOOTPADS!" I YELLED WITH TREMENDOUS FURY, STOMPING OVER DEAD TREE STUMPS AND PUSHING ASIDE MOSSY ROCKS. "I'LL STUFF YOUR SHOES INTO YOUR EYE SOCKETS!" NO ONE GETS AWAY WITH ROBBERY.

"OWNWARDS, BITCHES"

"WHAT IS STEALTH
BABY DON'T HURT ME
DON'T HURT ME
OR I'LL KILL YOU"

"OWNWARDS YOU PRETENTIOUS FOOT-LICKERS"

Roth 'Zerko' Blyat, AGGRON, MALE

PERSONALITY: AS YOU CAN SEE, HE IS A PERFECTLY CALM INDIVIDUAL WHO IS CAPABLE OF EXPRESSING EMOTIONS IN A SOUND AND SAFE WAY. HE IS EXTREMELY FRIENDLY AND CAN TOLERATE ALL BUT HE MOST ANNOYING OF POCKET MONSTERS, WHILE ALSO SUPPORTING FRIENDS AND TEAMMATES. HE ALSO DOES NOT MIND LONG JOURNEYS WITH OTHERS... as long as I can exact his vengeance. Nothing strikes me harder than mentioning the monster who destroyed my life. It would my honour meeting him once more, showing him just how unnervingly quiet I can be as I snap his neck and twist his back into a funny little puzzle. A little history is also where silence is appreciated...

MOTIVATION: STEAM. WAIT, THERE... is a monster I know. If any of you bastards think you can enslave my tribe, slaughter my family and pillage my village, you will have a good time explaining to God why you are missing a head, a chest, and your legs. Retribution is best served with a hammering...

BIOGRAPHY: ROTH WAS NOT YOUR TYPICAL TRIBESMAN. HE CAME FROM A LAND SO FAR AWAY THAT IT TURNED HIS SKIN HARD AND MADE IT RIPPLE IN COLOURS, REMINDING HIM OF WHERE HE HAD TRULY COME FROM... and, he once knew what silence was. (I will talk in third-person for the sake of this.)

When the age of humanity collapsed, many Pokemon had banded tribes and villages to survive in this strange new land, obviously scared of the more... wild Pokemon. Unwittingly, a few of them ended up disbanding and becoming wild themselves. Roth's tribe did not. Instead, they clung onto the customs of both wild and civilised Pokemon, adapting to the new world. They missed their old homes, but at the same time had to accept that there was no home for them anymore. Many, MANY years had passed by, with a culture so rich that it made Roth's village the centre of attention, and a hub and cultural influence for all the tribes and villages nearby. His tribe was not very big, but they certainly had an important role keeping the peace in the strange new land, more wild and and distant than those recorded in the kingdom.

Centuries passed, and Roth was born. To him, the world was too loud and scary. When introduced to village customs, he acted like a foreigner, keeping to himself and staying quiet in his little tent. He was considerably small for an Aron, surprising the elders and his parents. He was subjected to teasing from his brothers, though he was quite calm and patient about the day where he would grow up and leave. But, otherwise, he was hoping for dreams and preferred to daydream.

Sure enough, he received his wish. It just came in the wrong form. One day, as Roth was sleeping, an unknown party of Pokemon and carts had raided his tribe. They pillaged and ransacked the innocent tribe, ramming into tents with their shields and swords while forcibly dragging small Pokemon into carts. Roth was captured himself, despite his parent's best attempts to hide him from the onslaught. When dawn came, the smoke had cleared and the fires had ceased, revealing a smoking circle of where the tribe used to be. Roth was taken away with many of his brothers and other young Pokemon he knew in the tribe, watching and crying as many of the elders and his parents were taken to the lake nearby with swords pointed at their backs. The end of the tribe sent shockwaves throughout the lands, causing chaos as tribes and villages isolated themselves to protect against 'the invasion.' To this day, their lands still remain quiet and relatively isolated.

Roth and many of his brothers were separated as the carts rattled, off long boats and onto dirt paths to the hills ahead. Everyday, he would whimper for his life, wanting to know what had happened as his cart traveled through forests and by deserts. Eventually, he reached a little known coastal town, where he was finally let out of the cart. He collapsed upon crawling off the ramp, feeling pain and sickly. Only he had actually lived through the journey, starving and near-death while his remaining friends and brothers had died from various causes. He witnessed the cart driver being growled at by a Pokemon he had never seen before, before blacking out once more. 

Awakening, he didn't expect to find himself in such a warm place. It had four walls, walls of cobble and iron bars. Only he seemed to be the life in the room. He huddled against the corner where old wheat and cloth had been placed, praying it would end without even realising it at such a young age. This wish would not be granted; a snake-like Pokemon entered the room, almost ridiculous-looking yet important even to Roth. He was quite narcissistic, laughing at how easy it was to capture Roth from his tribe while proclaiming that he would never return to his land. Not that Roth could understand, the snake just wanted to laugh at his misery. Yet, Roth knew this was the Pokemon who had taken him from his tribe. He brooded in the corner, absorbing his words until sundown. While he did not understand them, he certainly memorised them - and the tone of his voice said it all to him.

The snake never returned to him after Roth fell asleep. He felt somewhat better in the morning, but found that he was desperate to find the Pokemon who spent all day and night tormenting him, even after capturing him. Roth felt as if this was all his fault, because he had angered the gods while also never living up to his family traditions. He cried to himself for days, not as if he didn't do that before while on the cart. Everyday, another Pokemon would keep an eye on him, telling him to be quiet while passing him scrapes of food and water. Roth didn't want to eat because he didn't want to suffer anymore, but at the same time he knew he would have to now avenge his tribe than to sit in a corner and be quiet.

One day, his crying was heard by a passing Metagross, who had heard the wailing coming from a house in the empty streets of the town. Taking pity on Roth, he entered the place he was being kept in, obviously being taken back by the Pokemon watching him through metal bars. Roth didn't know he was being marketed as a slave the whole time, but of course he was too deathly ill and small to be bought. Determined to stop Roth's suffering, he bought Roth off the slaveholder, taking him to his house and caring for him. The Metagross' own family had died from poor health, so couldn't bear to see Roth in such a state.

Years passed, and Roth had forgotten about his past. At that point, he thought he was just adopted by the Metagross, who had raised him as his own while teaching him carpentry. He often watched privileged Pokemon in rich clothing riding off to places in fancy carriages, something which the Metagross parent described as 'nothing useful; we're building tomorrow for those pricks.' Roth could only envy them, while being taught by the Metagross how to make furniture and sell them for an appropriate price.

Unknown to him, he actually ended up becoming extremely big. The Metagross' house was big as it was, but it started to look smaller as Roth grew from a simple Aron to a Lairon, and even an Aggron. This was simply because of the passage of time, not because of fighting; Roth was still considerably quiet, preferring to help his parent create furniture and live in peace.

Until one day, when a brother of his came knocking on his door. At first, the Metagross and Roth didn't recognise him. His brother had managed to escape slavery and become a banker, now willing to reunite with all of his former tribe before leaving again for the city-state's taxes. However, this ignited a hidden spirit that Roth had attempted to lock away within his heart. At first, it was the little things, with Roth muttering to himself and surprising the Metagross with his new and constant speech. Roth eventually couldn't even sit still anymore, breaking his own furniture he spent months creating. He was furious, remembering his past and even the the Pokemon who had tormented him within his cell. And, with that, he left the Metagross' house with nothing but his apron and a large hammer, usually reserved to craft large furniture that was even bigger than him.

He never regretted leaving his home, taking off to the wild while screaming and ranting with a voice that would've never fit him as a young Aron. With what he used to remember he now forgot, overcome with anger and madness. Living like this was hard, but he could live off the abandoned mines (with their hidden iron veins) and the bandits that would wonder his territory. He would plot everyday on how to find and kill the Pokemon that took him and destroyed his tribe, though for the time being he was quite content living in the wild.

SKILLS/ABILITIES: ROTH IS A CARPENTER. HE MAKES HOUSES AND FURNITURE FOR BIG POKEMON LIKE HIMSELF. A METAGROSS TOOK PITY ON HIM AND MADE HIM HIS APPRENTICE, TEACHING HIM HOW TO BUILD HOUSES WHILE ALSO BEING BRUTALLY EFFECTIVE WITH LARGE BLUNT OBJECTS. YEARS OF WATCHING FAMILY TRADITIONS ALSO TAUGHT HIM HOW TO FIGHT, BEING ABLE TO TACKLE AND FIGHT DESPITE HIS OVERWHELMING SIZE. SPEAKING OF WHICH, HE IS BIG FOR AN AGGRON, SO DO NOT TRY TO ANNOY HIM. HE IS ABLE OF THROWING ALMOST ANYTHING AS IF IT WAS A PEBBLE.

PERSONAL EFFECTS: A DAMNED HAMMER, AN APRON, AND HIS DAMN BARE HANDS.

OTHER: RED RUM!

KaBling Member

Perpetual Watcher

Status

Bio

Most Recent Posts