Lord Frostecs

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink Alright, that sounds wonderful! I will begin making my OC, and posting him here, for review! Alright, with little time to waste, I will begin.

Pokemon: Prime

>Continue(LastString)
-Continuing last string of commands. Please give a command.-
>OPEN #1,4,0,"D:Steven_Memory01022018PT2.DAT"
-OPENING file. Please wait. Oh baby don't hurt me.-

I stand stock still as I hear a rustling and a flapping of wings. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a wild Pokemon pecks me right on the head. I look up, seeing a naughty Hoothoot fly above. I jump backwards in surprise and cry out loudly, "Ahh, what was that for? Niancy, get into gear! We must teach this Hoothoot a lesson in manners!" I do my battle pose, a happy but sly stance.

My vulpix mimics me and growls menacingly yet playfully (not using the move, just for fun). She jumps on my head and prepares herself for a potential fight.

"Niancy, use... EEEEEEMMMMMMBBEEEERRRR!" I yell out. I give the word 'ember' reverb with the intent to startle the wild pokemon. My battle cry is loud enough for any nearby trainer to hear.

Niancy frowns and shoots a weak fireball at the Hoothoot. She really doesn't want to hurt it, and neither do I. But we must do it if we want a new friend. Plus, this could all be part of becoming supreme world leader, to bring the world together and keep it safe!

>OPEN #1,4,6"C:mediaPlayer.EXE"
-Opening file, please wait... Network open, please input a search or song into the task bar.-
>PLAY"Purple Motion - 2nd Reality OST(Byproduct
-Opening media file, please wait.

youtube.com/watch?v=1ixIDAXuJMM

Pokémon: Start

Umm, am I able to join? I am a multiparagraph roleplayer who is fairly active, and has a love for both pokemon and writing! I will be active most of my waking hours, and am a very... Interesting person outside of roleplay. If I am not allowed to join, that is fine, I can go elsewhere. Hope to see you lads around!

Animorphs RP

I am very interested in this! I have only read a few of the books, since we were a poor family in the 90s, but I have a decent amount of knowledge of the animorphs series. So, with my limited knowledge, sign me up! Send me a OC sheet and I will write it down with time to spare! Sign me up!

Pokemon: Prime

>BootSystem Mainframe_Delta
-System booting from Mainframe Delta. Please give a directory to boot from.-
>BootSystem(D:Users:Steven)
-Booting from D directory on user Steven... Please wait...-
-Booting finished, please enter user and access codes.-
>User=Steven. Access Code=Vulpix495
-Access granted. Welcome home Steven.-
>OPEN #1,4,0,"D:Steven_Memory01022018DAT
-File opening, please wait... You are spinning me right round, right round...-

--The day of the start of Steven's Journey, 5 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days after the accident...--
I walk out of my house, limping on the pathway towards the road. I hold the normal pokeball in my hand, containing my Snivy. Dispite my heavy pain, I have a smile on my face, as today is the day I begin my journey! I may have had to put a temporary halt on my plans, due to that aircraft crashing on me, but I am finally ready to begin my journey. After I saw those two go off on their journeys, I knew I cannot hold myself any longer! I take off on a run, heading for route 1 so I can finally befriend other Pokemon. It pains me that I must put my Pokemon through pain, the very creatures I love and have made my recovery less maddening and less lonely, but thus is the way of the trainer, in order to befriend Pokemon and know all there is to know about these wonderful creatures, I must put those I love in pain. At least they understand, and I cannot really hurt them too badly, so all is good! When I finally reach Route 1, I step towards the long grass, the wind in my hair and my special full body suit(similar to a zerosuit or a bodysuit from the Half-life series) radiating with passion. Shortly after I start taking in the area, a strange sense of Deja-Vu fills me. I have been here before. I push that aside, and start studying the wildlife and the plant life, in case this information will come into handy.

Pokemon: Prime

--6 months before start of journey...--
10- OPEN #1,4,0,"D:Steven_Memory622017DAT"
20- OPENING "D:Steven_Memory622017DAT"... Please wait...
It was the early morning, and our young scientist and soon-to-be trainer is sleeping. It is his birthday, and he is sound asleep, slowly starting to wake up from the sunlight signalling the day to come. His homemade vintage alarm clock goes off at 7:00, making a strange extremely loud pulsing beep that is heard throughout the neighborhood. He jolts out of bed, both from anticipation and the startling fear from his very loud alarm clock, as he bangs his head off the ceiling after jumping out of bed. He presses a button on the top gently, which causes the ear piercing sound to shut off, with a soft -click- and a whirring of mechanisms. "Oh bloody 'ell, why did I make my bloody clock so loud! My ears are bleeding! But no matter, for it is the day I have been waiting for all year! Today is the day I get my first Pokemon and begin my journey! For honor!" He says brightly, giving mild profanity in his typical proper English accent after banging his head, brimming with excitement as his birthday is today. He quickly but carefully fixes his bed and tidies his room before bolting downstairs into the kitchen, where a sphere shaped object lies in the center of the table, with his father sitting at the one side with a mug of tea and a few English muffins. "Well, good morning Birthday Boy! Glad to see you up so early, that alarm clock of yours scared the Christ out of me." He says, giving a bit of a chuckle. "Go get something to eat and we can proceed with your birthday" he continues, taking a sip of his tea as Steven goes to make his breakfast. "Of course Father! Glad to see you're 'ome to celebrate my birthday! I am rather sorry my alarm clock startled you, I guess I made a mistake with the speaker." He says, giving a slight smile as he makes his breakfast, and a cup of tea.
--10 minutes later, after breakfast.--
Steven sits down in the living room, waiting for his father, freshly dressed in a classy looking brown suit with a golden bowtie. Soon enough, his father appears in the doorway, dressed in a typical lab-coat with a slight futuristic design, holding a silver Pokeball decorated with futuristic looking glowing blue symbols and a neon green ring where the two halves are connected. He is beaming, and puts it on his son's lap. Steven looks very exited, and smiles broadly. "Oh, thank you so much! This is what I have always dreamed of, my own pokemon! This is absolutely lovely, nothing could get better!" He says, opening the Pokeball and looking at the young Vulpix. Oh, how he thought nothing could go wrong little did he know, a few days later he would encounter an event that would change him, forever...
{Flashback to the accident.} --5 months, 3 weeks, 5 days before start of journey.--
A television starts up, starting with crackling, but turning into a news channel, with the island's most popular news station tuning on. A young woman stands outside what seems to be the wreckage of an aircraft, which is burning with bright fire as what appears to be fuel leaks from the side, which burns with strange green flames. A young man, very injured, with an equally injured Vulpix lying next to him, are taken out of the wreckage by stretcher. The woman begins to speak.
"It was a cacophony of pain and flames... He was exploring another place, outside of his hometown, when a horrible accident happened... The son of the professor of a relatively large city witnessed an evil team bent on world domination have a failure with one of their aircraft... The simple act of an engineer forgetting to tighten a bolt on the frame caused the frame to break when it was airborne... It crashed to the ground, the crumpled frame along with many innocent creatures crashed into poor Steven... He was crippled, and for around 18 months, he will be unable to function properly, unless he has a very complicated and expensive operation done on his body to save him... This has been totally generic news broadcasting, signing out."

Pokemon: Prime

Oh, excellent! So my characters father would be a professor, that could come as an interesting conversational topic! And I am sorry the deviant-art link isn't working, that is pretty weird. And he waited 5 months to start his journey because he was preparing all his stuff, and had a little accident involving a broken leg and recovering, long story. And I understand, I will give a moderately sized post detailing his history and start of his journey! And thank you for the time skips, I am sure they will come in handy, and although the whole time skip may confuse me, I am sure I will get into the hang of this! Thank you!

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Ahh, I see. So the reorganization is causing a hiatus. Thank you, I understand, and I know what I need to know. Thanks!

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The lovable and strange Lalnanian Riagler, whom is a lover, not a fighter.

"War... The destruction of countless lives, economies, and planets... So unnecessarily cruel, yet so common in Yaglecostian society...
Is it really so hard to get along and live in peace among the alliance?"

Name:

"My name... My name is DUNC-59-SCI6, Experiment #45-B, but you can call me Duncan, for the sake of simplicity."

Title:

"My title is technically Riagler where I come from, which is pretty much meaning a very high class general in standard terms."

Influence: 3, however in another place, another time, another universe, he may be ramped up to 5, but that is there, not here.

Group(s):

"I am not part of any groups, however, far, far away, in my home universe, I am part of the Yaglecostian alliance, as is most members of many species of rightful intelligence..."

Description: Duncan is basically an alien which seems to be a horrible mutation of Fox, Snake and Human, with a bit of alienness to him. He is a freelance mercenary/hired worker, working legally by day bound to a contract to do things such as mild contruction, weaponsmithing, weapon testing, research, or scientific work, and by night working as a mercenary to eliminate anybody who he is hired to do so, as long as they have no ties to him or is anyone important.

Height:

"That isn't the best question to ask me, but I am around one hundred and fifty earth centimeters."

Weight:

"That is quite rude to ask a self conscious Lalnanian... But for your information, I am around 50 kilograms, quite lightweight for my age."

Age:

"My age is not one that can be measured by standard earth years, for I have been alive since the dawn of human civilization.
I am around twelve thousand years old."

Race/Species:

"I am a Lalnanian, subspecies sneakxof."

Appearance: Duncan is basically an alien which seems to be a horrible mutation of Fox, Snake and Human, with a bit of alienness to him. He is mostly covered in orange and grey fur, with his underbelly covered in overlapping black, purple, and reddish orange scales, in a mesmerizing pattern. He has a head that is mostly covered in fur, with two fox-like ears and mostly human features. He has a visor on, with a helmet covering the back portion of his head, that he wears along with white Armour, with green and black decoration bits, similar to a combination of a tron(tm) suit and an ironman MK15 Armour, that turns into a chest-plate through robotics when the Armour is not in use. He has a retro-futuristic outfit, consisting of a military esc full body suit and a scouter, as well as metal boots with non-functional jump assist to give a sort of 'double jump', but now only gives a weak blue glow on the bottom.
Personality: Duncan is a very kind creature, and his kindness can get in the way of himself, considering he rarely will fight, preferring peaceful ways to solve an issue. Also, he is very intelligent and innovative, using brains over brawn and coming up with unique and smart ideas to solve problems. Also, he is a little cold and uncaring when someone he doesn't know treats him badly, but will quickly become a warm, caring creature. Also, he has a dark side, when he is payed to kill, will put aside all care and kindheartedness, to be able to get enough cash to live.

Abilities, Talents, Traits, Powers:

( influence 2 ) Weak stun blast -- Shoots a blast of weak energy from the hands that stuns weak opponents and causes mild dizzyness and loss of balance to stronger ones.

( influence 3) Enhanced speed combat training. -- Duncan is a mobile fighter, using his speed, if he is in a fight, to run off and attack at a distance while moving, to make it hard to hit him with traditional weaponry when in a group. He has very good training in speed combat, which gives him a slight advantage in fighting styles that require speed and quick thinking.

Items: Weak cosmetic suit of robotic 'zero armour', a decent plasmatech modified G57 Burstwave Plasma pocket rifle, and a APVSF-ENV/ORG MK-5 scanner to scan surrounding terrain and lifeforms.

( influence 2 ) PlasmaTech modified G57 Burstwave Plasma pocket rifle -- This is a pocket rifle useful in combat as it is quick and easy to reload, takes standard weapon energy cells, and is a 4-blast per second rate of fire weapon, good for firing on the move. It has low damage but high rate of fire blasts that cause mild plasma burns that steadily get worse depending on how many shots are hit in the same area. Also, when the ammunition cell is damaged, it can be used as a weapon, detonating upon hard contact and acting as a weak plasma grenade.

( influence 3 ) Small personal bomber class 4 man spacecraft -- Duncan has a small modified Lalnanian bomber vessel, which has small weapon fire to easily hold its own against a few smaller or one or two equally size vessels. It has high and low speed, the high speed meant for escaping fighter vessels with a speed slightly lower than standard class fighter vessels of larger size and the low speed meant for bombing other ships, stations, or planet based settlements. However, several weapons including 2 out of 3 bomb bays, 2 out of 4 plasma lancers, and 1 out of 2 weak missiles are too damaged to safely function without issue, making this ship more of a safe transport rather than what it's original function was.

Background: (I do not want to spoil his background, I hope it is allowed that I share his background through roleplay, to get people to interact with him and learn more about him, as do their characters.)

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Is this a dead roleplay, or am I able to join? My OC would be the perfect person to see in a bar, considering he works as a night mercenary/workman taking on any sort of contract to get money, either it involve contract killing or contract labor. If I can revive this, that will be great!