Note: I don’t plan to start this RP until January, after the holidays, however, I did want to gain some steam in advertising first.
There is a place that exist, a place that only children seem know how to access. A place where you believe that all the things in your imagination are real. You create your own identity and your own powers, and then you forget this place. The older you get, the more your mind is occupied on different task. Different struggles. The folly of childhood leaves you behind and the friends you made, and the dreams had all, but seem futile and even perhaps a bit silly.
You grow apart. Maybe a distant object or thing reminds you of that time, but you like all the rest of the adults laugh it off as merely a child’s dreams.
You’re from a small town, where everybody knew everybody and you practically lived at your friends home. You use to play games in this threshold between imaginary and real, and then you grew up. You each became divided from different parts of the world. You got jobs, maybe some of you have married, but whatever that may be something odd has happened to you. You’ve received each a red envelope, a golden seal on the back, address to you by the Fairy Queen;
Dear Meadow Warrior,
I am summoning you to return to this land for a grave danger has awaken.
You chuck it. Laugh it off as a joke someone is pulling on you and you go about your day. Till you go to sleep that very night. Like someone’s pulled a spell on you, you feel yourself sinking and then you land harshly on the ground. You’re in a beautiful watercolor like world, but this no dream as you can smell the oak leaves, and the wind brushes across your cheek. It’s when you realize you’re carrying a fantastical weapon and a sense of deja vu washes over you. You are greeted by a toddler sized, butterfly winged, individual, who’s bits are uncovered.
“Sir,” she pauses, “You look different.”
“Yeah...I um...sure I’m what is called an adult and I am extremely confused right now,”
There is an uncomfortable silence and she simply states, “The Fairy Queen will want to see this.”
This RP centers around a group of old friends who use to play in the meadows of their small town together. They were the ones who built and saved Fairyland countless times. Then you grew up became, adults until you were called to return to Fairyland after all these years.
This RP will have two components a slice of life aspect, perhaps reconnecting to your friends. You’ve all moved into a big city, but because it’s so vast you hardly recognize the faces of your friends who also moved into Cosmic Fall City.
And a fantasy aspect in fairyland. Character sheets will be constructed of who you arein the real world and the hero you created as a kid, but all grown up.
Nicknames: Sunshine [but only from his mom], Origami Prince
Gender: Male - obviously
Age: 11
Birthday: April 16th
Height: 152cm, 5ft
Weight: Secret :P
Nationality: Chinese, Japanese
Appearance:
A young man who seems to lack pigment in his skin, he has red eyes and white hair, and pale skin. Though that doesn't seem to shake his determined spirit. In school he is seen as wearing the traditional school uniform, but outside of school he prefers to wear faded jeans, comfortable sneakers, and often is seen wearing long sleeve shirts to protect his skin. His voice is light and joyful, it's in the upper ranges of a boy's cadence that often plays off of his current androgyny of youth. Lithe, lean, and quite gymnastic Jin is a carefree sort of boy often expressed in his relaxed body posture.
Personality:
Jin is a book smart kind of kid, he'd likely fail to live on the streets on his own if he was allowed loose onto them. While he may seem smart in school, he does quite well, reads well, writes well. He is quite a gullible kid at times, often believing or trusting people because they seem nice. Which makes him really easily to manipulate and easy to fool. Or so people think.
In truth Jin isn't the person who he seems. While most would paint him off as a happy go lucky kid, the truth is that he has a much darker side. The happy go lucky, gullible quiet kid is an act for school, but not really the person he is. He pretends, smiles, plays nice, but the truth is that Jin has big plans. He might act like the sweet and innocent kid, but the reality of the situation is that Jin is manipulative and likes to put his hands in all sorts of baskets.
Not all children are sweet and innocent and Jin certainly is not. He's too trusting, he's just trying to get closer to the bigger players. He doesn't know what he is doing, he really wants to imitate the adults around him and is eager to grow up. He's not street smart, he's actually playing dumb. He's a sweet kid, he could care less about you.
With Jin it is literally a child with power who is fickle minded and can change what occupies his mind on a dime. Jin wants what every kid his age wants a chance in a lifetime to be in the spotlight.
As the Origami Prince, he is dressed in more traditional Japanese clothes and has a small bag of colored paper slung around his shoulder.
As cliche as it sounds, one of us has to be smart enough to start writing this fucking shit down. Stuff is about to get crazy around here, some of us have been tasked to take out the Deamis kings. Been having crazy dreams about killing the last Deamis king and the end times rapture the fuck out of the planet. Shit honestly scares the crap out of me, but what am I supposed to do? Like, how can I change a destiny chosen for me by some God who couldn’t even fucking rapture the world properly themselves? Honestly, I am scared out of my mind, but what’s a girl going to do?
So I guess we’ll start off with the obvious stuff. Who am I? Well I just wrote that down right above this paragraph. I’m twenty-one, and I guess I am a woman. I mean that just about covers it right? Supposed I could mention the sick tats, guess I feel weird about describing myself. Shit hold on.
Nyx: If she didn't have breast, she's pass off a youthful boy. Taller than me too. ^What the fuck Nyx? My face doesn't look that androgynous does it? Short hair is more practical. I don't look like a adolescent boy, do I?
Agria: I-It's nice to have another female to hang around with. You definitely look pretty and your tattoos are insanely nice to look at. That probably took tons of work to get all those tattoos perfect. ^At least someone knows how to compliment a girl. Are all the boys around so blue balled they cannot treat their sisters right?
Victoria: She hardly ever puts on clothes. Those tattoos of hers are not enough to keep her modest. Come on, she leaves nothing up to the imagination. How am I supposed to compete with that? ^Oh come on!? You're supposed to be on my side. You try to summon a demon from your skin with clothes on. I'll tell you it will try to eat your fucking face off if you do.
Clayton: Well, her girl bits are nice to look at. Pretty sure going around naked for a fight is a dumb idea, though. I mean, I could do it easy, 'cause of my powers, but... oh, the tats are pretty cool, too. ^Pretty sure getting eaten by a demon twice our fucking size is a dumb idea too. But hey ya know what lemme lock you up in a small room with an 8ft demon face and see how well you do. If you haven't caught the fucking metaphor, room = clothes, demon face = the one on my fucking back. And what's with the men degrading me to ass and tits, just cause I am naked doesn't mean it's fucking for you. Pisshead.
Haef: Ino you are much... you are as much of a piece of art as the tattoos across your body, a peerless and dark beauty, though, I wish you would smile a bit more, like Agria. Your's is a form others appreciate, I would say, I am envious to a point. Not sure how I feel being compared to Agria who has fucking purple hair and literally twinkles at the fingertips. Wonder if her piss is fluorescent as well and if too smiles oh so fucking gracefully. But thanks about the compliments about the tats, appreciate it. At least some people know good art.
Simon: Don't worry 'bout it I find you beautiful in your completely average way. So what if you can't turn into a frozen chick with titsicles? Or naturally have purple hair, stuck with that muddy brown of yours. You are beautiful no matter what the freaks say. ^-reaches over and starts choking Simon *cough*He..he....lp...she's*cough*.....trying to kill meeee....*cough* ^Fucking deserved it, shit face
Personality:
Moving on. Don’t listen to those shitcakes. I’ll do this part myself.
I have a fiery personality.
Self critical inner voice; you mean to say that you can abrasive to the point that you push others away. Oh come on, even I can’t catch a break from myself. Self critical inner voice; you mean that you’re a perfectionist and all that confidence of yourself is a show because the truth is you’re scared and not sure if you’re doing the right thing. Fuck I know me better than I thought.
Well, I can’t criticize this, I am creative and artistic. I did my first set of tattoos by myself, and I spit mad rhymes. Self critical voice; but that makes you look like a loony no one can hear the music in your head so you just dance around naked or half naked. Just because I am a liberated woman doesn’t mean you get to sour on the fact I actually enjoy my body.
Self critical inner voice: Truth is you have a tendency towards promiscuous behavior, but since we’re surrounded by family you can’t act upon it so you have dreamt up some fantasy life for yourself, with some cute boyfriend, living on some stage. You don’t even fucking know what a stage looks like beside that creaky, rusty bed you call a stage. You know what self critical inner voice you’re being kind of a fucking killjoy right now. I have one thing you can’t criticize. The fact that I overthink everything and am critical of my actions. Ha. Shut you down. Self critical inner voice: Mood af.
Since none of the others are reading this, truth is I wish sometimes I had some of their strength. I keep going back to this thought of being this scared little girl, and even though I’m all grown up, or I at least feel taller than when I was a little girl looking at the skies, with these powers the external powers don’t reflect my inner power. I feel brittle made of glass. I feel like I am going to break and I worry about messing up or failing.
I don’t even know if what we’re doing is the right thing or the wrong thing. I am supposed to serve a fucking God that I don’t even think really cares about me. I don’t think any of the gods care about us, I think they just see us as a means to an end and I don’t want to be a means to an end. Is it wrong I want some kind of meaning in my life? Some meaning behind a weapon with a beating heart. Is it wrong I want to be more than just a killer?
Do you think my parents miss us? Do you think this is ever what they wanted for us?
Listen to me getting all philosophical and emotional. Just ignore this part, I am just being stupid. Me a Killer? The Deamis brought the end times and we’re supposed to stick something between their eyes, something sharp and pointy. But then there is the horrible dreams of the rapture, the end time, everyone dying and that makes me scared. Am I on a suicide mission?
Oh come the fuck off it. Our Gods wouldn’t actually let us die, would they?
An ill wind blows, it is cold and feels mildly of sinister intent. The moon seems brighter as if it were trying to illuminate a truth. Though it cannot breakthrough the darkest gloom that. A darkness that eats away at your vision like thick fog. You are surrounded by an ominous wind. Mischievous laughter surrounds you and every foreboding of something dark, slowly creeps closer and closer. The baleful wail of a guitar vibrates through your core, as if it is to pull something spiritual out of you. A single string plucked that creates ghost like vibrations that echo far.
“The dark can be terrifying place, those who do not have an inner light are swallowed whole by it’s ever somber presence.”
Age: 23
Trainer Class: Exorcist - Sub Cat of Medium
Class Bonus: Aura of calm, while in his presence Pokemon are much calmer around Yuki and moves like Frustration and Outrage do less damage due to his calming meditative aura.
Region: Johto - Former Champion, gave it back after he defeated the E4 and denied to sit on the throne. Traveled afterward to different regions.
Team Information: Team Leader of Apicot
In the Dark Cave, the light of an Ampharos’ tail sweeps through tunnels, making sure that everything is all clear before heading further and deeper into the cave. The busiest areas are lit up with different trainers, all with different types of Pokemon illuminating the cave walls. Making a name like Dark Cave seem ironic, trying to clear away from the crowded tunnels of trainers looking for Pokemon trying to hide in the dark. In the distance as Ampharos lights up small portions of the cavern, you both pause as there is a young man sitting in the dark, with his legs cross and his eyes closed in the dark.
“Do you need a light,” the young trainer of Ampharos ask.
There is no answer and you’re sort of afraid that the man before you has died. Stepping up closer, touching his shoulders. He open his eyes slowly. He winces at Ampharos tail, shielding his brown irises from the light.
“Yes,” he replies dryly, his voice is faint, almost as if he’s tired or sickly.
“I um...was worried that you might need some light,” he murmurs.
“No need, your concern is appreciated,” he replies and even now that he is slowly becoming more aware from his meditative state, his voice is quiet and faint.
“Why are you in the dark?” he ask, looking at a man with unusually ghostly white skin and stark black hair. Wearing a black kimono, as if he were going to a funeral. Straw sandals and at his side a staff with rings dangling from a center ring.
“Why are you not in the dark?” he ask.
You notice the guitar case. He plays an instrument?
“To navigate,” he replies, “You aren’t scared of the dark?”
“I know plenty of stories that a light lead travelers to witness horrors, just as much as I know many stories about the horrors in the dark. It depends on your perspective of things, does it not?” he ask.
He’s kind of creepy. Despite the calm that surrounds him, you’re really weirded out. It’s probably time to leave him.
“I..um going to go,” he replies nervously.
“Do you battle?” he ask as he stands up, “I’m Kurosaki Yuki.” he’s tall, a scar on his cheek,around 5’8”, 172cm. You wanted to avoid this entire situation.
Personality:
“In life there is always opposing forces. You can either oppose them, exhausting yourself of all efforts and have nothing left. Or you can let them pass and repair them like a storm that has ravaged a home.”
Yuki is as enigmatic as snow is enigmatic, cold and foreboding you would believe that like the winter lies a harsh and sinister individual. But look again, there is great beauty to the snow. Things you wouldn’t have seen without the snow are illuminated and highlighted.There is a beauty to the cold. As there is a gentleness and beauty to Yuki. The cold doesn’t have to mean unfriendly or someone who stays from others. In fact those we perceive as cold are often merely quiet. Thoughtful, taking the world in their own way and own time.
Yuki is a fairly calm individual, it is difficult to see how anyone could manage to get under his skin. He often takes things as they are and it isn’t getting a rise out of him, insults don’t work they tend to slide right off of him. Yelling or commanding him isn’t going to work either, as he tends not to respond to forcefulness. Bribing and other methods don’t really work as it often feels like you’re talking to a stone wall. This gives the impression of someone unworkable, who doesn’t get along with others. But the opposite is more true. Yuki has no qualms working with others as long as it is not done in a cruel or forceful way.
He isn’t impressed by greed or material things. Spending time collecting inspiration from nature itself. Meditation and spending time with nature, all forms of nature gives Yuk insight the world. He finds that the cycle of life and death is one that should be respected, not avoided or feared. Rumors say he spent his time in a abandoned and haunted house for several days. Some people assumed that he had died. But when he emerged from the darkness he said the ghost grudges have healed. Probably the reason some think he is an exorcist.
Death is as something to be cherished as life is to be cherished. Of course he never wishes for anything to die, but when it does it must be honored. It’s life must be celebrated and it’s death is to be held with great care. Yuki doesn’t mind that part of his job, making death beautiful decorating it with things that made that made that individuals life something loved, cherished, and wonderful.
It is true, it is difficult to get under Yuki’s skin with petty behavior. He won’t respond to it, often ignore it, or respond with something sly and coy. If you want to get under Yuki’s skin it is acts of defilement. Acts that betray the sacred bond between Nature that irritates Yuki. People who feel they can control life. Abuse it. Demand and command it. It doesn’t mean he’s against Pokemon trainers. As long as they respect where they came from. Respect the life that looks up to them, than Yuki doesn’t mind them. It’s criminals. Thieves. Sometimes even corporations that pour pollution and smog into the air. It’s the bigger and busier cities that push the natural balance out of the way as if it doesn’t matter. Those are the messages Yuki battles.
Which makes Yuki extremely judgmental to some. Not all. But if you are decked out in jewels, waving materialistic goods in his face or wear it on your person without the insight of the world around, Yuki has a tendency to trust you less. People who think they are better than others, and somehow others are inferior than others. People who are shills or people who act in a certain way will have a more difficult time getting to know Yuki because he has a habit of shutting those people out. Unless they prove otherwise. He’s not preachy about it. Just know if you’re met with silence it might be the type of person you are.
Beyond that he is highly creative, musical even knowing how to play the guitar and more traditional instruments as well. He after all started on the Koto. He prefers simplicity, though complexity has its merits as well. And devotes his time not living beyond his means or allowing himself to be absorbed in egotism.
Trainer Stats:
Cooking - 1
Indeed cooking can be as beautiful as telling a story, and as artful as a painting, but Yuki has none of those qualities. Food is for survival and while Yuki isn’t a terrible cook, he doesn’t spend his money or time wasting it on expensive, extravagant ingredients. Food should be nutritious and healthy for you and your Pokemon. Anything else is seen as gluttony.
Style - 9
It is true, Yuki is not the trainer you think he is. Before battle knowledge is a mind game. Most use Style to be flashy with no substance. Instead Yuki uses style to play psychological warfare with the other players. Utilizing the strength of his ghost type to intimidate and fright before they drain you and leave you empty. A prolific storyteller and sinister guitarist leaves his opponents unable to predict or too afraid to predict his team’s next move.
Styling - 3
Each Pokemon does have it’s own personality and it’s own look in life. They like different things and any trainer who neglects the needs of appearance, as it is important for people as well, is lacking knowledge. While Yuki might not be a coordinated and his outfits might not all be the best choice, he is pretty good with simple looks. A cute bow tie for Banette. Sewing up Mimikyu’s disguise. A hat for Marshadow, maybe a bracelet. Simple is best by design.
Battle Knowledge - 5
He is aware of Pokemon types and Pokemon weakness, but considering the delicacy of his Pokemon, he focuses on the psychological game than the physical game. Utilizing the niche strength of his Pokemon to overwhelm, taunt, and torment his opponents. He’s aware that he isn’t some super trainer like some out there, but that doesn’t mean that Yuki wins by luck alone. There is a strategy and a understanding of how a battle works. How to out smart. Out think an opponent and Yuki will take full advantage of it, using fear as a tactic.
Curio - Banette - Male
Role: What you might think from a Ghost type is a frail thing that couldn’t take hits, but with Curio’s Cursed Body, Curio is the one who takes the hits for the team and makes itself a nuisance on the field. Taunting and tormenting it’s foes as it reappears and disappears into battle. Stealing their moves for its use, and hitting them hard from the shadows. A powerful special attacker, who is equally physically defensive Curio provides himself an elusive foe.
Favorite Moves: Phantom Force Magic Room Snatch Dazzling Gleam
Mega: Curio’s role only slightly changes when he mega evolves. Switching from a physically defensive special user. To a bulky special sweeper, with his high defense still in tact. His tactics change from one of a trickster and a prankster in battle. To one that hits hard with special moves, using it’s warping and ability to appear and reappear to sweep foes.
Favorite Moves: Ominous Wind Thunderbolt Dazzling Gleam Calm Mind
Role: Mimikyu might be the more stubborn of Yuki’s Pokemon, it overstays its welcome and provide the teams with fast, supportive qualities. With a decent defense and defensive strategy, Mimikyu can take a hit or two before giving out. But don’t assume that fast bulky support means that Mimikyu cannot dish out the hits. In fact it is best not assume this little guy is helpless. It eats away at your life force and plays games that keeps it standing while you end up weakening slowly within time.
Role: Yet again Yuki’s Pokemon prove one thing, and that one thing is that the spirits that reside at his side are not delicate flowers that easily fall apart. They are deceivious, they play tricks on you. Stealing your life force and taking away your strength only to grow strong themselves through your weakening state. Relic provides the team with a rather bulky special sweeper, who uses specialty moves to sweep enemies and take them out. The game isn’t about being faster than the opponent, only outlasting the foe.
Role: While most of Yuki’s team is about endurance outlasting the foe, playing, devising tricks. Eidolon role in the team is a fast and brutal physical sweeper. His goal is to come in and take advantage of the enemies weak and tired state, by taking out as many of them as fast as he can. Eidolon isn’t about fancy tricks though he does share some traits with the team in boosting himself while draining the enemy of any strength left.
Favorite Moves: Earth Power Shadow Bone Ancient Power Flame Charge
Role: Like Eidolon Gremlin’s role isn’t to outlast the enemy’s Pokemon, it’s to take them down. Fast hard and use all of their waning strength against them being the team’s secondary fast physical sweeper. Gremlin’s big advantage is his fighting spirit which Eidolon doesn’t possess. When Gremlin’s fighting spirit raises he becomes more determine. He gains a keen focus in battle.
Favorite Moves Spectral Thief Laser Focus Work Up Acrobatics
Role: Like most of Yuki’s team, his Pokemon are built to draw out battles, to exhaust their foe, while remaining strong themselves. They draw out of the power of others and use it for themselves. Though Shroud is less a trickster about it and more a laser focused hunter. While his ghost pals use their abilities to trick others with their location, Shroud is more straightforward. Pinning, stunning, and tapping his enemies picking them off in battles meant to bleed them out.
Favorite Moves Energy Ball Nasty Plot Roost Spirit Shackles
