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4 yrs ago
I have three tattoos on my neck and I hope indeed they keep someone from fighting me... otherwise I'm gonna be in trouble.
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6 yrs ago
There are two ways to truly love someone: Become their best friend and then learn to love them, or love them enough to become their best friend. Either way, you won't be loved back. ;)
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6 yrs ago
I also drink coffee before sleeping. Odd indeed, but it works for me.
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6 yrs ago
Probably Alakazam so I could feel smart at least once in my life.
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6 yrs ago
The status bar is okay, but the "Friends: You have no friends" message is heart breaking.
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Your work is absolute magic, holy shit. The quality is more than impressive. Leaving this request here and thank you in advance!

Request type. // Signature/avatar set
Stock and images. // Here

Size. // default/surprise me!
Text. // "Can you feel the cold hand of death upon your heart?"
Misc. // The image is a reimagined version of a reanimated dragon from World of Warcraft. An icy/frost/death theme might look good, but it's not mandatory at all.

Some brazilian music.

Eᖇᘔᗩ TᕼOᗰᑭᔕOᑎ
@PlatinumSkink


Erza's sense of direction wasn't particularly great. So he just took a random path and followed it through; unknowingly, he was heading towards the Northern Silent Forest. He could notice that he was getting somewhere because the scenery was slowly changing. The practically ever pouring rain was there nonetheless, bothering him slightly but making no huge difference as the boy was already soaked, unfortunately. He could only hope that he wouldn't catch a cold or something that'd impact his journey negatively.

The forest seemed darker now. Looking up, Erza could barely see the sky; this forest was dense and thick. The boy was already beginning to feel an eery feeling within himself. The silence and the emptiness of this place was unsettling; and what were those blue lights that he could see in the distance, anyway? They clearly didn't seem to belong here.

Slowly but steady, Erza's steps brought the boy further into this mysterious place. He could now tell that the blue lights were lanterns. There were arcs placed everywhere that didn't seem to lead anywhere. Erza could, however, identify some pokémon:



Pokédex Entry #669 – Flabébé, the Single Bloom Pokémon. At the beginning of its life, this fairy picks a flower that then becomes a part of its body. It can draw out and control the hidden power of flowers, whatever that means. When it floats in the wind, any troubles in its heart is said to wane.
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A fairy-type. Exciting, but Erza knew that without a Steel or Poison type, he would waste too much resources and risk hurting his pokémon in a possible uneven battle. As far as he knew from reading pokémon related materials, Fairies are tough to battle without the advantage.

It didn't took him much longer to notice other pokémon he didn't encounter before:


Pokédex Entry #285 – Shroomish, the Mushroom Pokémon. It lives deep in dark, damp forest where it eats the composted soil and fallen leaves. By day it remains still in the forest shade, by night it moves to eat. If it detects danger, it can spout highly toxic spores from the top of its head, strong enough to make trees wilt.




Pokédex Entry #69 – Bellsprout, the Flower Pokémon. A carnivorous plant, it traps and eats bugs to eat. It can root itself deep into the ground to drink, or uproot itself to move. It’s skinny body is extremely flexible to avoid attacks, and its speed with its Vine Whips at prey are said to be blindingly fast. It loves hot and humid places.


Erza took a deep breath. It was raining, but he still had his Growlithe with him; fire types don't do well in the rain... but again, Growlithe didn't even knew a fire type move just yet. Maybe he could have some fun while heading deeper in the Silent Forest, hm? Smirking at the thought, Erza carefully picked Growlithe's pokéball and summoned his companion forth, the creature surging in a flash of red light with a yawn.

"Ready, Growlithe? Let's see how tough the pokémon in here are!"

Banned because I'm bored.
Giving this a bump. Looking again.

@Mahz

When he gets some time he can change it, but he has to access the database directly to do so.


Damn, must be a hassle.

I will patiently wait, thanks!
Hey, I'd like my name to be changed to Ephemeral

*The username is taken but I believe it fits the criteria of inactive nicknames, as it has very few posts and is currently MIA.

Thanks in advance!
Eᖇᘔᗩ TᕼOᗰᑭᔕOᑎ
@PlatinumSkink


The Silent Forest. Damp, with an air of serenity and a never ending silence that was likely it's namesake; Erza had been ghosting through without paying serious attention to his surroundings so far, only ever stopping at the sight of a new pokémon in order to register it into his pokédex.



Pokédex Entry #548 – Petilil, the Bulb Pokémon. They prefer to live areas with moist, nutrient-rich soil. They’ve been known to be used by humans to find areas suitable for planting plants. The leaves on their heads come right back when plucked off, and while extremely bitter, they’re known to refresh a tired body.




Pokédex Entry #546 – Cottonee, the Cotton Puff Pokémon. They’re extremely light and mostly go where the wind guide them. They’re known to feel more at ease in a group, so they stick together with others of its kind and resemble clouds floating about. If attacked, they shoot cotton at their attacker to distract them.


He briefly considered training his Growlithe right there - but he was feeling drawn towards the shrine and he could always revisit here later in order to catch some new pokémon - maybe even explore in search of a rarer pokémon that might lurk in these woods.

Moving on forward, hasty as it was very common to Erza, the boy eventually found himself standing a short distance away from the beautiful temple that was likely known as the Silent Shrine. His eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on the details spread about the building, he took note of the pillars, the decoration, the lights - everything seemed to emmanate peace in this peculiar place. His legs worked their way closer, the boy now standing next to the pillar, a hand gently running through it's surface as he analyzed the building's every detail. Curious, interested and excited, Erza was anxious to enter the temple, but he took a few minutes wandering around the temple, nodding his head should the man running the shop outside see him. He wasn't quite interested in spending hard earned money with souvenirs however; he might need it for more pokéballs, supplies and...

The boy ran his hands through his clothes. Dirty, soaked and in terrible shape - damn, he was seriously starting to worry about how he looked. No trainer would take him seriously if he already looked like a mess in the very start of his journey. Maybe praying at the temple, as per tradition, would help in this endeavor - or rather, adventure.

Erza entered the shrine. It was safe to say that it looked very beautiful and that feeling of peace only seemed to increase as he dwelved inside the building.

There were two boys conversating. Erza caught their names during the conversation; Rodger and Oaken. Both looked like trainers and somewhat friendly to one another, so Erza assumed they were travelling together. They mentioned that the gym leader might be lost in the Silent Forest and seemed very disinterested in searching for her; the thought made Erza's heart race a little, the boy considering that there could be some peril in this quiet forest. Taking a deep breath, the boy approached the altar and leaned down, onto his knees. His hands moved to clasp together and his eyes fluttered closed. For now, he'd honor the tradition - especially after listening that every champion of Isson had previously prayed at this very shrine one time or another.

I'm not exactly the religious kind, so I'm sorry- I have no idea of how I should start...

Well. I don't want an easy adventure, to be frank. Maybe some good fortune, maybe some luck to run into some rare, strong pokémon that can help me achieve my objective. I want to be a champion, you know? And not only that, I want to catch every pokémon! But, above all that, I want that this feeling never ends. You know, this thrill? The adrenaline that rushes through you whenever you are in a battle with a wild pokémon or another trainer. It's something so amazing I can barely describe it.

That wasn't praying, was it? Well, it felt like I've been talking to myself mentally. Heh, funny.


Erza smiled and stood up, looking up at the unknown figure at the altar. No matter how weird this whole thing was, he'd cast a glance at the boys (if they were still there) before making his way outside of the shrine. A lost kid in the woods, eh? Chances are that whoever it is, it should be safe. Gym leaders are tough, after all. But Erza could catch two pidgeys with one pokéball right now: Searching the woods for rarer pokémon and a Gym Leader. It would be nice to challenge someone far above him in terms of skill and experience.

Bump 2.0! Updated current cravings a little bit more.

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