Lucky

Galarian Stories | A Gym Leader RP!

I've made up my mind. I'll be a Normal Gym Leader.

Galarian Stories | A Gym Leader RP!

I'm mostly looking at Fighting or Dark... Oh hey. Expressing interest here, too.

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Mentions: @Ambra

Today's Theme

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"I think I've got it all!" A dressed-up Buneary sits on the floor, feet to either side of her pink and black plaid backpack. Her room mirrors her very appearance, with fabrics of all shades of red and white lining the walls in careful arrangement and forming the various faces of idol bands she follows. There's really not much she expects to bring with her, calling out the fact that her tailor's box is organized and nothing is missing. She pulls on the drawstrings and hops up onto her feet, swinging the bag around to her back as she's practiced many times before.

Standing in the doorway is her mother, a Lopunny not as dolled-up as her daughter. Genevieve's feet pad up to her mom quickly and she embraces her, arms reaching as far around as she can. "I'll miss you, mum."

"I'll miss you too, dear," her mother bends over to accept the hug. "Be safe. Do what you're told." She does her best to hide the worry, but Genevieve notices anyways.

Genevieve pulls away from her mom to look her in the eyes and gives a confident nod. "I will!" As any young one, she bounds away down the wooden hallway to the stairs, eventually leading into their small and quiet shop. "Bye dad, love you!" She hops up to kiss her dad's cheek, barely waiting for his response before she races out the door. The daylight rolled into the windows of the shop, but even still she finds herself shading her eyes the moment she makes it to the cobblestone street. The day is bright and warm, and the bustle of the city continues as normal. For her, though, this day will hopefully be anything but.

Launching from her spot in front of the shop, the many onlookers around her nearly assumed something was chasing her until they realized: it's just Genevieve. Her energy comes in bursts, and if wearing herself out with sprinting down the open roads meant getting her there faster at the cost of exhaustion, she'll do it. She's familiar enough with Cloudgate, she's lived there since she was born. The sandstone structure just so happens to have a pastry shop on its way, so she stops in long enough to grab a basket of treats with a short, but familiar, interaction.

Now with a basket of sweetbreads in one hand, her pace slows enough to enjoy the day. With a bounce in her step, she practically skips the rest of the way. Upon arriving, her head tilts up and she inspects the building with parting lips. There's something more impressive about it, knowing that adventure awaits her. With a giggle, she finishes her outdoor walk by approaching the open front door. Before she steps in, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath of the nearby ocean. As if filled with new vigor, she steps inside. Just within, what she presumes to be the lobby, is a Poochyena, a Sylveon, and a clutter of notices.

"Morning! Or, is it afternoon now?" She raises a paw to her chin as she considers. "Oh! I brought breakfast!" With an extended arm, she offers the basket.

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

Dog and I are the only two really talkin' and one dropped out. Should we do a roll call see if the others missed the OOC?

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

Winston Wicklowe

Winston Wicklowe

Inventor, Innovator, Incognito, Inpressive!

Name:
Winston Wicklowe

Age:
42

Race:
Gnome

Personality:
"Winston Wicklowe, curious clockwork constructor and adept alliteration aficionado! You're honored to meet me. So you must be wondering what you're doing standing at the counter of my humble shop. Why, you're reveling in my brilliance, of course! Yes, I may be tucked away in the far corner of Tyberia, between the kabob stall and the closed chain store of Gears "R" Us, but I tell you that unrecognized genius is simply a side-effect of wickedly wonderful-- uhh-- waterbirds?"

The gnomish engineer is plagued with a history mana mishandling, and is thus considered by the community as the eccentric, yet mostly harmless, neighbor who also happens to enjoy building exo-skeletons. Winston is chatty, but is slow to trust anyone that is outside his inner circle (which consists mainly of the kabob vendor and automatons smaller than he is). Once he is accepted, and he has accepted you, then expect a generous discount on his latest Long Leg Lengtheners™.

Backstory:
Hailing from the gnome-centric Eastern city-state of Eidolon, Winston began his life as an engineer's apprentice and imagined no other life path, not from a lack of creativity or spirit of adventure but rather knew he was literally born and raised to do this. His parents, aides to the early tesla constructs, were methodical and particular about the way that their only son was to learn the world around him. In uncharacteristically series of poor child-proofing their home/workshop, Winston would regularly devise ways to unlock the mana crystal storage units and get his stubby gloveless fingers on those shiny rocks. The number of burns on his hands did little to deter the small creature, and in fact may have only emboldened his resolve to pursue a career in mana crystal-based engineering, if not also leave an obvious effect on his mind.

During his apprenticeship in Eidolon, at the age of 23, he was tasked to personally deliver a crate of mechanisms to a small business in Tyberia. At first the gnome refused, recalling that he is not much of a shrewd negotiator, but he was assured by his Master Engineer Worworth that there is a reason for his being sent to the grand city. So with easy travel, and packed only for a week's stay in Tyberia, he set off to deliver the parts. Upon arrival, however, his carriage was impounded for what he was told "indefinitely." There was a short interrogation but Winston was none the wiser of the circumstances, so he was restricted to his hotel room for an extended stay.

A month rolled by receiving no updates but still not allowed to leave, so he got restless and craved the industry. Bound to the city but not specifically to the hotel, he wandered the workshops until he found an exo-skeleton designer; a shop of units that allow anyone to be fitted with a clockwork spine and any set of tools or limbs to enhance their own work or lives. Every week of sending requests to the police turned into months, and eventually fell into new apprenticeship with the exo-skeleton construction so as to "fill in his time for now." Four months after arriving in Tyberia, Winston finally received notice that he can travel back home, but as if by fate he also received a letter from home.

The Master Engineer Worworth was charged for multiple major criminal acts, including treason to Eidolon's technocracy and smuggling top-secret blueprints and parts. Worried that he may be accused of being an accomplice, he discreetly burned the letter and quietly returned to his work at the shop. Over the next two decades, he regained confidence in his new community and stepped up into the old owner's shoes as he retired. Keeping the name of the shop "Loads of Loads", he became the new proprietor and expanded on its premise with more wild creations, some more unstable than the last.

Like any citizen of Tyberia, Winston was less than satisfied with the surrender of his home to the Asgards and started under-the-table engineering efforts that increase the productivity of the revolutionaries. If one is a regular member of the community, they will know the name Wicklowe and his ongoing bizarre creations.

Skills and Abilities:

Accomplished Engineer: Having worked under several masters and different types of engineering, Winston is now locally-renowned in Tyberia. His constructions are of high-quality, if not unusual, niches. Mana crystals power almost every single thing, no matter how minor.

Professional Merchant: Decades of dealing with clients has granted him a keener eye to the needs of his customers, and will only negotiate for lower prices if he believes someone is truly in need.

Journeyman Gunslinger: Winston may be averse to combat, but that doesn't mean he could never use a personal defense weapon. Even when he had never shot a gun before, he ordered a custom-made revolver. Once it came in, he considered changing his mind on the "no fighting" thing and now goes to the range a few times every month.

Journeyman Cook: Cooking food may be as much science as it is an art, but the real intricacies of spices still elude him. Meanwhile, he can make a mean salamander burger.

Equipment:

Custom Mana-Revolver "Candle"

Automaton Familiar "Thunker"

Lucky's Charmers

Winston Wicklowe

Winston

Inventor, Innovator, Incognito, Inpressive!

Name:
Winston Wicklowe

Age:
42

Race:
Gnome

Personality:
"Winston Wicklowe, curious clockwork constructor and adept alliteration aficionado! You're honored to meet me. So you must be wondering what you're doing standing at the counter of my humble shop. Why, you're reveling in my brilliance, of course! Yes, I may be tucked away in the far corner of Tyberia, between the kabob stall and the closed chain store of Gears "R" Us, but I tell you that unrecognized genius is simply a side-effect of wickedly wonderful-- uhh-- waterbirds?"

The gnomish engineer is plagued with a history mana mishandling, and is thus considered by the community as the eccentric, yet mostly harmless, neighbor who also happens to enjoy building exo-skeletons. Winston is chatty, but is slow to trust anyone that is outside his inner circle (which consists mainly of the kabob vendor and automatons smaller than he is). Once he is accepted, and he has accepted you, then expect a generous discount on his latest Long Leg Lengtheners™.

Backstory:
Hailing from the gnome-centric Eastern city-state of Eidolon, Winston began his life as an engineer's apprentice and imagined no other life path, not from a lack of creativity or spirit of adventure but rather knew he was literally born and raised to do this. His parents, aides to the early tesla constructs, were methodical and particular about the way that their only son was to learn the world around him. In uncharacteristically series of poor child-proofing their home/workshop, Winston would regularly devise ways to unlock the mana crystal storage units and get his stubby gloveless fingers on those shiny rocks. The number of burns on his hands did little to deter the small creature, and in fact may have only emboldened his resolve to pursue a career in mana crystal-based engineering, if not also leave an obvious effect on his mind.

During his apprenticeship in Eidolon, at the age of 23, he was tasked to personally deliver a crate of mechanisms to a small business in Tyberia. At first the gnome refused, recalling that he is not much of a shrewd negotiator, but he was assured by his Master Engineer Worworth that there is a reason for his being sent to the grand city. So with easy travel, and packed only for a week's stay in Tyberia, he set off to deliver the parts. Upon arrival, however, his carriage was impounded for what he was told "indefinitely." There was a short interrogation but Winston was none the wiser of the circumstances, so he was restricted to his hotel room for an extended stay.

A month rolled by receiving no updates but still not allowed to leave, so he got restless and craved the industry. Bound to the city but not specifically to the hotel, he wandered the workshops until he found an exo-skeleton designer; a shop of units that allow anyone to be fitted with a clockwork spine and any set of tools or limbs to enhance their own work or lives. Every week of sending requests to the police turned into months, and eventually fell into new apprenticeship with the exo-skeleton construction so as to "fill in his time for now." Four months after arriving in Tyberia, Winston finally received notice that he can travel back home, but as if by fate he also received a letter from home.

The Master Engineer Worworth was charged for multiple major criminal acts, including treason to Eidolon's technocracy and smuggling top-secret blueprints and parts. Worried that he may be accused of being an accomplice, he discreetly burned the letter and quietly returned to his work at the shop. Over the next two decades, he regained confidence in his new community and stepped up into the old owner's shoes as he retired. Keeping the name of the shop "Loads of Loads", he became the new proprietor and expanded on its premise with more wild creations, some more unstable than the last.

Like any citizen of Tyberia, Winston was less than satisfied with the surrender of his home to the Asgards and started under-the-table engineering efforts that increase the productivity of the revolutionaries. If one is a regular member of the community, they will know the name Wicklowe and his ongoing bizarre creations.

Skills and Abilities:

Accomplished Engineer: Having worked under several masters and different types of engineering, Winston is now locally-renowned in Tyberia. His constructions are of high-quality, if not unusual, niches. Mana crystals power almost every single thing, no matter how minor.

Professional Merchant: Decades of dealing with clients has granted him a keener eye to the needs of his customers, and will only negotiate for lower prices if he believes someone is truly in need.

Journeyman Gunslinger: Winston may be averse to combat, but that doesn't mean he could never use a personal defense weapon. Even when he had never shot a gun before, he ordered a custom-made revolver. Once it came in, he considered changing his mind on the "no fighting" thing and now goes to the range a few times every month.

Journeyman Cook: Cooking food may be as much science as it is an art, but the real intricacies of spices still elude him. Meanwhile, he can make a mean salamander burger.

Equipment:

Custom Mana-Revolver "Candle"

Automaton Familiar "Thunker"

RP: Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

Genevieve the Buneary!

Name:

Genevieve Bonnet

Age:

Young Adult

Gender:

Female

Species:

Buneary

Ability:

Limber

Appearance:

Inspiration by Sevi Yummy
Your typical Buneary, but can be easily confused for a doll due to her diminutive size and lolita style wardrobe. When one looks closely, it can even look as if all the color pink she has been wearing finally wore off onto her fur (“Don’t tell anyone, but I have to use a lot of dye!”).

Personality:

”I am cold, calculating, and -- bahahaha! Can you imagine?! Okay, okay. I love cute things, and making things cute. Cake, cupcakes, candy, cupcakes… What? I’m just listing things I like? ‘Cliche?’ Wow! Okay, bet you didn’t see this coming: I’m as likely to go to the movies as I am to go to the arena and spar with Bruce the Hitmonlee himself! He’ll tell you! I am formidable!”

Short Biography:

Genevieve is a second generation Cloudgate citizen, her family having moved here with only the clothes on their back and their mobile sewing machines while on the road. The Bonnets, shortly after arriving in the city, successfully opened a small custom clothing store that they now live in the upper floor of. She has taken up the craft of her parents and is very skilled in the art of repairs and design.

The flyers have made their way to the Bonnets’ shop, someone early in the morning must have stuck it there. Even after her parents hastily removed the ad, she spied it in the wastebin and has since felt a stirring within her that she has never felt before. The Buneary often visited the local arena (“For exercise, I swear!”) and always pursued the exhilaration of whatever thrill can get her blood pumping. She is old enough to leave and make her own way in the world, but her doll-like appearance makes it rather… difficult for her parents to let go.

Move Set:

Baby-Doll Eyes
Substitute
Power-Up Punch
Rest

Equipment:

+Tailor’s Kit
+Life-Size Buneary Doll
+Cute Clothes

Other:

She may want to answer the call for adventure, but she still wants to continue her parents’ business and expand into a full fashion empire! Which may be impossible to do if she doesn’t fight against the encroaching darkness...

Yggdrasil Chronicles: Iron Grip

Inventor, Innovator, Incognito, Inpressive!

Name:
Winston Wicklowe

Age:
42

Race:
Gnome

Personality:
"Winston Wicklowe, curious clockwork constructor and adept alliteration aficionado! You're honored to meet me. So you must be wondering what you're doing standing at the counter of my humble shop. Why, you're reveling in my brilliance, of course! Yes, I may be tucked away in the far corner of Tyberia, between the kabob stall and the closed chain store of Gears "R" Us, but I tell you that unrecognized genius is simply a side-effect of wickedly wonderful-- uhh-- waterbirds?"

The gnomish engineer is plagued with a history mana mishandling, and is thus considered by the community as the eccentric, yet mostly harmless, neighbor who also happens to enjoy building exo-skeletons. Winston is chatty, but is slow to trust anyone that is outside his inner circle (which consists mainly of the kabob vendor and automatons smaller than he is). Once he is accepted, and he has accepted you, then expect a generous discount on his latest Long Leg Lengtheners™.

Backstory:
Hailing from the gnome-centric Eastern city-state of Eidolon, Winston began his life as an engineer's apprentice and imagined no other life path, not from a lack of creativity or spirit of adventure but rather knew he was literally born and raised to do this. His parents, aides to the early tesla constructs, were methodical and particular about the way that their only son was to learn the world around him. In uncharacteristically series of poor child-proofing their home/workshop, Winston would regularly devise ways to unlock the mana crystal storage units and get his stubby gloveless fingers on those shiny rocks. The number of burns on his hands did little to deter the small creature, and in fact may have only emboldened his resolve to pursue a career in mana crystal-based engineering, if not also leave an obvious effect on his mind.

During his apprenticeship in Eidolon, at the age of 23, he was tasked to personally deliver a crate of mechanisms to a small business in Tyberia. At first the gnome refused, recalling that he is not much of a shrewd negotiator, but he was assured by his Master Engineer Worworth that there is a reason for his being sent to the grand city. So with easy travel, and packed only for a week's stay in Tyberia, he set off to deliver the parts. Upon arrival, however, his carriage was impounded for what he was told "indefinitely." There was a short interrogation but Winston was none the wiser of the circumstances, so he was restricted to his hotel room for an extended stay.

A month rolled by receiving no updates but still not allowed to leave, so he got restless and craved the industry. Bound to the city but not specifically to the hotel, he wandered the workshops until he found an exo-skeleton designer; a shop of units that allow anyone to be fitted with a clockwork spine and any set of tools or limbs to enhance their own work or lives. Every week of sending requests to the police turned into months, and eventually fell into new apprenticeship with the exo-skeleton construction so as to "fill in his time for now." Four months after arriving in Tyberia, Winston finally received notice that he can travel back home, but as if by fate he also received a letter from home.

The Master Engineer Worworth was charged for multiple major criminal acts, including treason to Eidolon's technocracy and smuggling top-secret blueprints and parts. Worried that he may be accused of being an accomplice, he discreetly burned the letter and quietly returned to his work at the shop. Over the next two decades, he regained confidence in his new community and stepped up into the old owner's shoes as he retired. Keeping the name of the shop "Loads of Loads", he became the new proprietor and expanded on its premise with more wild creations, some more unstable than the last.

Like any citizen of Tyberia, Winston was less than satisfied with the surrender of his home to the Asgards and started under-the-table engineering efforts that increase the productivity of the revolutionaries. If one is a regular member of the community, they will know the name Wicklowe and his ongoing bizarre creations.

Skills and Abilities:

Accomplished Engineer: Having worked under several masters and different types of engineering, Winston is now locally-renowned in Tyberia. His constructions are of high-quality, if not unusual, niches. Mana crystals power almost every single thing, no matter how minor.

Professional Merchant: Decades of dealing with clients has granted him a keener eye to the needs of his customers, and will only negotiate for lower prices if he believes someone is truly in need.

Journeyman Gunslinger: Winston may be averse to combat, but that doesn't mean he could never use a personal defense weapon. Even when he had never shot a gun before, he ordered a custom-made revolver. Once it came in, he considered changing his mind on the "no fighting" thing and now goes to the range a few times every month.

Journeyman Cook: Cooking food may be as much science as it is an art, but the real intricacies of spices still elude him. Meanwhile, he can make a mean salamander burger.

Equipment:

Custom Mana-Revolver "Candle"

Automaton Familiar "Thunker"

A Song of Shadows | Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

No rush, take the time you need. I think we all know how stressful all of this can be.

The Secret Society (I know it's vague, but the story though...)

Awesome, I think I follow. I'll cook up some more ideas and questions for later, hopefully you gain some traction!