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Ryan MacNeil/Rachel James - Master of Puppets, A Madman's RP (May 6, 2010-June 6, 2010, Complete)

The Starter

Name: Ryan MacNeil

Age: 21

First gender: Male

First appearance: 6'4", medium length blond hair, blue eyes. Tanned skin covering a fairly lanky build. He has a scar on the left side of his face. He wears a deep green t-shirt, blue jeans, and a red wool cap.

First personality: Ryan is a likable guy. He never has anything bad to say about anyone, is very generous, always is the one with a positive word to say. That being said, he will do what he has to do, whether it be the dishes, or battling people in different dimensions. Whatever has to happen.

Power: Invisibility

The Finisher

Name: Rachel James
Age: 21

Final gender: Female

Final appearance: 5'7", shoulder blade-length blond hair, blue eyes. Tanned skin covering a slightly athletic build. Her ears are pierced. She wears a lavender tank top, blue jeans, and a red wool cap.

Final personality: Rachel is incredibly optimistic given the things she's seen and done. There is a sense of duty about her, as if she's trying to atone for something she didn't know she did. However, she can let her emotions get the best of her very easily, usually resulting in tears.

Power: Invisibility

Link: Here

Cancelled - until next time family. Thank you for understanding.

As Emilia struggled to put Katie out of her mind, at least for the time being, she did get some help in that attempt from her friends. Apparently, not only was the new leather jacket a hit, but swapping in Josie's leggings were really making the outfit pop. And the comments she was getting!

"God Emi, you pulling your best Sandy from Grease impression with that look. It’s badass, hermosa.”

Emilia did like Grease, but her being Olivia Newton-John? No, she couldn't be that cool. Could she? Maybe was Sami was going a little overboard. He was always so kind to her. Like the brother she never had. But Sami did know badass. He had the scars to prove it. Maybe she could take it for what it was.

"I'm diggin' the outfit, Emi... I really like that leather jacket."

Ivy giving her compliments like that though? Now Emilia was starting to feel a lot better about everything. Ivy had a good eye for good looks. If she was impressed, that meant Emilia really did nail this whole road trip outfit.

"Emi, digging the jacket, it’s a good look."

Freaking Leon though? Leon Barnes, star athlete? Him noticing? OK. That clinches it. Bad momma Emi is a look that I have to keep available on demand. This is working out too well.

Emilia was blushing at this point. "Thank you so much, everyone! I'm glad you like it! I like it too! Makes me feel really cool and stuff!" There was a lot of food being passed around and if she hadn't been convinced to get a breakfast bagel at McDonald's, she would have been attacking the pancakes and the buns with the ferocity of someone who finally had given up on keto. As it was, she was contend to feed on the compliments. "I can't believe everyone made so much food! That's amazing! I can't wait to have some when we get rolling! Think I'm going to need a table for when I attack this feast!"

However, a stray thought did cross her mind as she basked in the glow of a moderately successful entrance. Katie's still here, you know. And if AJ is organizing this, Val is going to be here too. Can you take all those negative vibes? Of course you can't. You can't take anything. That's why you-

Emilia quickly shook her head in an attempt to ward off what was certain to be another breakdown waiting to happen. Luckily there were still plenty of distractions. "You know what? On second thought, let me at some baozi! Can't disappoint Nainai!" The reverence for a grandmother's cooking and the smell of the steamed buns were enough to guide Emilia's mind away from the growing shouting coming from the area of the RV.

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A.J. Takatsu - The Age of the Eclipsers (April 25, 2010 - June 6, 2010)

Character name: A.J. Takatsu

Character age: 19

Character appearance:

Can't remember who I used for the FC

She's usually wearing a deep green t-shirt with brown swirls on it, a denim jacket, black jeans and hiking shoes.

Character gender: Female

Character magic mastery: Wind and Earth

Character magic burst: A Thousand Stings: A.J. whips up the wind around her pulling up the Earth. They swirl around, eventually becoming the unholy offspring of a hurricane and a sandstorm, which she can then send flying in whichever direction she wants. Until she does unleash it, it also acts as basically a shield, protecting her while getting ready to launch the fury. Useful for a directional attack, or a room clearing move. However, being in the center of this storm, she's subject to the most powerful of the winds, draining her energy and leaving her all but passed out from the pressure.

Character background: A.J. was born to a Japanese father and American mother, both were Reclaimers, her father specializing in Wind, and her mother in Earth. They taught their only child well, she soon became skilled in handling both kinds of magic.

A.J. came up with the concept of A Thousand Stings when she was 13, her father saw what she was doing and had her try it at full strength. It quickly proved a powerful move, destroying the training figures, but leaving her severely drained in an almost coma-like state. It didn't matter to Dad though, he saw a way to finally clear out the Eclipsers of the Northwest Corridor. He kept getting her to practice the move, every time she would be unconscious at the end, which means she would be completely vulnerable.

They practiced for five long years, but it didn't seem like A.J. would ever be able to use it effectively in a fight with the Eclipsers without collapsing. Her father grew impatient. He wanted to attack the Northwest Corridor anyway, taking A.J. for one time use. Her mother refused this, and they fought. Eventually it was decided the attack would go through, but A.J. would be left behind, as a last resort. The attack was successful, even without A.J., and the Eclipsers were defeated, but it came at a price. Both Takeru and Cynthia Takatsu were killed in the battle. A.J.'s been drifting around the Reclaimer base ever sense, a lost soul amongst the resistance.

Character personality: Since her parents deaths, A.J. has become a very sullen person. She blames herself for not being strong enough to accompany her parents to try and save them. She has almost no self-confidence and is pretty much a pushover at this point. Before the tragedy, she was determined, she was a fighter, she looked forward to being able to go against the enemy as she was raised to do, but after that day, she's basically a shell.

Weapons and armour:
A.J. has no armor, but she does have a weapon. Before he left, her father gave her a pistol, capable of pooling any free flowing Synth energy in the air into a potent bullet. She doesn't like using it though, certain that if her dad didn't give her this, both her parents would be here.

Character strengths: Her magic burst is incredibly effective, and due to the years of training from her father, she is very flexible and fast. She's not as strong as she once was, since she stopped training heavily, but still very capable.

Character weaknesses: A.J.'s mental state is almost non-existent, shattered since her loss. If anyone wants her to do anything, she pretty much has to be told. It's not hopeless to think she might eventually be able to be rebuilt, but there is a lot of despair to go through.

Synth energy color: Deep orange

Synth odor: Cinnamon

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Shann Kasavert - Great Peril RP (April 3, 2010-May 5, 2010) + Epic Realms: A Crossover RP (June 13, 2010-Oct. 5, 2010

Name: Shann Kasavert

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Class: Gunner

Weapon: Dual Pistols

Description: Shoulder length black hair, blue eyes, tanned skin, skinny, 5'5", wears a green headband, a deep green tunic with the sleeves cut off, black fingerless gloves, black pants and a pair of beat up brown shoes.

Bio: Shann was raised by her father, the only child after her mother passed away giving birth. As the only possible heir of the Gunner family, her father pushed her hard, training her in long range firing. She had a natural talent for it, and soon was besting her old man in the little contests they liked to have. She was out purchasing some food when the attack came. When she arrived back home, the secret was gone, and her father was dead, lying in a pool of blood. After hearing that their secret was not the only one stolen, she travels to meet the other warriors, to get the secrets back, and to get revenge on those that murdered the last family she had.

RP link: Here and Here

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Ryan Thurman - Shapster's Game of Life 2.0 (March 2, 2010-June 12, 2010

Name: Ryan Thurman
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Photo of some dude in a hoodie

Personality: Ryan is kind of distant, he's never really been one to get close to anyone. He says a lot of wise-ass remarks, but you can tell it's to mask what's going on inside. He does have honor though. He will not betray anyone, even if it means he has to pay the consequences. He's learned first-hand what that was like.

Bio: Ryan was born in Sikeston, Missouri to a pair of con artists. He can't even remember what their actual names were, or what his was, there were so many aliases. They went around the Midwest, pulling various schemes, taking strangers money to get by. He never thought they would turn on their own flesh and blood. Maybe they thought he was cramping their style. Maybe they didn't want to waste any money. But at the age of 9, his parents abandoned him in tiny Arcola, Illinois. He was picked up by the state and spent the next few years in an orphanage in Champaign.

He never was attractive to potential parents, he was just too mopey, he seemed to be drained of emotion. He grew up fast too, well past the "cute stage" that appealed to the younger crowd. All that time spent in amongst the other kids, he was able to do one thing. Play cards. The cards never lied. They could be cruel, but they did not lie, and the kid was a natural. He regularly beat everyone in the center. When he finally turned 16, he took his deck and walked out of Champaign.

He quickly acquired a fake I.D, and adopted the name on it, "Ryan Thurman," as his own. With his new plastic, Ryan regularly walked into various casinos along Route 50 and cleaned house. One baffled opponent after another fell as no one could crack the poker face that took 7 years to craft. After three years of grinding, he had a sizable amount of money. But he still heads along the route, looking for the place that will finally feel like home.

Relationships: His one true friend growing up was a kid named Danny who taught him how to play poker and mentored him while at the orphanage. However, he got adopted 5 years before Ryan was released and he lost touch with him. He hasn't seen or heard of his family since they abandoned him in Illinois.

RP Link: Here

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{A Shawna @NeoAJ and Jack @Bee collab}

“Yeah, your boy’s got a date to the dance tonight!” Jack said rather ceremoniously, staring at himself in the mirror as he made sure his suit looked as dapper as humanly possible. “I mean, it’s not much of a surprise, but this ain’t your ordinary pump and dump chick.” There was a pep in Jack’s step as he finished tightening his bowtie, turning around to face who was revealed to be Laura Goff, his sister.

Laura was currently home after expressing desire of her boredom with Massachusetts. Of course, she had to go back at some point, but she figured spending the week with her family wouldn’t be so bad, and it’d be a welcome break from a strenuous curriculum that she was facing up north.

Jack was delighted that his sister was back in town for once, but he had more pressing priorities tonight. This was a completely new situation for Jack, one that he hadn’t really been in before. Jack was known to be quite the playboy, at least in his mind, but being someone’s beard was a completely foreign situation to him. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

“Didn’t you just say that she wasn’t actually your date date?” Laura replied, looking up from her phone to look at her kid brother. “Yeah, which is why this isn’t a pump and dump chick. Besides, for whatever stupid reason, they’re not letting us bring girlfriends or boyfriends or whatever. Strictly platonic, or so they say.” It was made very clear from the very beginning that this was purely for superficial reasons, which Laura was made very well aware of almost immediately after it happened.

“Besides, she’s got a girlfriend or whatever.” Jack shrugged, turning around to further adjust his hair in the mirror, “I don’t know what the hell is going on with those two, but it’s none of my business. Whatever makes them happy. She gets to maintain her cover, I get to have a date to a dance. Win-win, am I right?” Jack chuckled, before determining his appearance to be sharp enough to cut diamonds on.

“Anyway, how do I look? Great, right?” Jack smirked, before walking past his sister to grab his phone and wallet and stuff them in his pockets. “I feel bad for you. You’re gonna be stuck here and bored as hell while I’m gonna have fun with Shawna. Sucks to suck!” Jack teased, as Laura rolled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you were going to ask me if this Shawna chick didn’t say yes.”

Jack stared at Laura for a moment.

“Please.” Jack scoffed, before he opened the door out of his room, “Don’t get too bored without me!” Jack said, as he stepped out of his room. His father, Frank Goff, had been generous enough to allow Jack to borrow his Dodge Viper for the night. Frank knew how quickly a cool car would make its way to a girl’s heart, which is why he had no qualms with giving Jack so much power.

As usual, Frank and Sydney were nowhere to be found as Jack stepped out. They probably had “appointments” at work or something like that. Not like Jack had much of a problem with it, that just meant he was able to get into the car without getting the schtick about seducing girls from his father and how he managed to “bag his mother”. Jack could just go straight to the car, and drive on from there.

It wasn’t long until Jack was on the road, and surprisingly enough, Shawna didn’t live too far from Jack. It was about a ten minute drive, even without some spirited driving on Jack’s side. For whatever reason, though, meeting Shawna’s parents was something that did strike a little fear into whatever Jack had called his heart. He didn’t pay much mind in meeting the pump and dump parents, wasn’t like he was ever going to see them again, but with Shawna’s parents, there was a lot more at stake. Shawna was a bit cooler than the pump and dump, and he didn’t want to let her down.

Soon enough, Jack arrived at Shawna’s house. It was a rather nice house at that, one that caused Jack to make a slightly longer gaze at it as he stepped up. Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell to announce that he was there.

Meanwhile, for the first time in a long time, Shawna Josi was pacing in her room.

Before it was a common occurrence. She would use it as a break from her studying sessions. Getting the blood flowing was supposed to help jump start the brain. One could almost make out a worn path in the carpet where she tried to reorganize her thoughts, where the red lightened to a pale, almost-pink hue. It hadn’t seen action in months, due to Shawna’s newfound laissez-faire attitude to life and her desire to spend most of her time either in a chair with a bag of Lays Poppables while watching Netflix, or, in recent times, out with one of her girl friends. Or her girl friend.

That wasn’t a clear option now though, and it’s why she was pacing. The higher-ups at the school had seen to that for now, and maybe that was a good thing. Things had been a little tense at home. She didn’t have it to herself anymore. Her parents officially returned from their world cruise two weeks earlier, and it was a Herculean effort on Shawna’s part to get the entire house cleansed and smelling more of Febreeze than of weed.

Sunshine did her part to help get it ready for the grand return. She helped scrub the counters, helped steam the carpets, helped take all the accumulated bottles to the depot. She didn’t have to do any of it, but the fact that she did was just in a drop in the bucket that was overflowing with the proof that Shawna needed to know she made the right choice in taking the leap she did.

And to protect that relationship, it’s why she coached her Valentine’s Day date the way she did.

In a way, things perfectly fell into place for Shawna. With Jack agreeing to be her date for the night, it gave her a natural cover to avoid telling the truth to her parents. Martin and Ramona didn’t need to know that the only reason she was going with the football star was because of some cockamamie rule against not taking paramours to the grand pink and white ball. Or that no man was going to be getting that honor. Ever. As far as she knew.

Besides, they were still coming off the high of their extravagant tour of the world. Shawna had to sit through two hours of them detailing their exploits. If she had to see one more photo of a pagoda in Yangon, she was going to explode. At least once the initial excitement subsided, they let her be. They let her retreat to her room, where they believed she was hard at work studying as opposed to texting her expanding social network.

Still, given what she now knew about herself, she wondered just how convincing she could actually be. It wasn’t like she had experience being the fawning girlfriend to begin with. In her parents’ eyes, Jack would be her first real date. All Shawna had to go off of were the crib notes taken from her months of binge watching sitcoms, and some gut feelings that she could only thank Sunshine for bringing out of her. It was going to be tough to channel all that into a performance that even Chrissie would have to applaud.

It was why she paced. It was why even in the brand-new dress that she had bought for such a date, even knowing that on the other side of that car ride, the girl she loved would be waiting, she paced. All this time building up to this moment. She hoped she didn’t crack under the pressure as she did before.

The doorbell rang.

As the door opened, Jack saw not his date but an imposing man standing in the entryway. The outfit didn’t exactly scream intimidation, with the blue and yellow Hawaiian shirt with the pansies all over it muting the effects somewhat. Still, as Martin Josi stood there staring at Jack, the salt-and-pepper hair freckling his temples and his beard, the steely gaze piercing through even the thickest of skins, the wrinkles on his face highlighting the experience gained over a lifetime of fighting through the engineering industry and a mind that knew exactly how to get away with murder, all focused on the boy who was expected to take his youngest daughter to her first Valentine’s Day dance.

Martin stood silent for a moment, appraising everything, then his chiseled jaw moved and he broke out a smile that was equal parts assuring and creepy. “So!” he started, voiced still tinged with a Germanic accent that his parents imprinted and Florida could never truly shake. “You must be Jack! The boy who is going to take my girl to the big dance! Wunderba! Come in! Come in! Get out of the cold!”

Nobody told Jack that Martin sounded like the most German man to ever grace the face of this planet. The accent was jarring and it took him by surprise. He almost stammered for once before Martin took him into the Josi household. He was right, it was kinda cold tonight. He figured he should duck into the household before he made any formalities.

“Thank you, Mr. Josi.” Jack said, getting into the house. He reached out his hand, offering it to Shawna’s father. He wanted to take care of that first before he started to look around for Shawna. After all, this man was teh reason why they were doing this in the first place. “I’m Jack Goff. Pleasure to meet you.”

Martin took Jack’s hand in a forceful shake, getting a few pumps in before letting go. “I am certain the pleasure is all mine!” he said as he led the football star through the lobby towards the kitchen/living room combo that was the hub for most of the activity in the house. “I must admit, Shawna has been sparse with the details about you, so I am eager to learn a thing or two about the young man who is leading my daughter out into the world!” The way he emphasized young man and daughter implied an understood relation between the two beings. One that might not have been accurate, but in Martin’s mind was going to be on the table no matter what he said on the matter.

A pair of armchairs had been set up in the living room, in front of the 70” smart TV that showed Shawna every crevasse in Steve Carell’s forehead over the fall. Martin motioned for Jack to sit in the one on the right, while the elder Josi took the one on the left, underneath the giant portrait of the Matterhorn. This also allowed Martin access to the end table where he kept necessary provisions. A tall glass of beer was sitting there, the foam indicating just how recently it had been poured. “Come, sit! I insist!” he said, gesturing to the chair as he gracefully plunked himself down into his own La-Z-Boy.

Jack nodded along as Martin had a bit of a spiel, and it ended up with him sitting in what must’ve been one of the most comfortable chairs that he ever had the pleasure to be sitting in. He sunk into the seat a bit, before looking over to Martin who was enjoying what seemed to be a freshly poured beer. The man knew how to have a good time. Jack could respect that. But, that was about the only thing Jack could really respect about Martin.

He glanced a bit behind his seat. “Where’s Shawna, Mr. Josi?” He asked curiously, before taking another glance around the home, ”You have a nice home, by the way.”

“Why, thank you,” Martin commented. “When one gets a lucky bounce of the balls from God, one has to make the best of things, ja?” He leaned forward in the chair, fingers tented as he looked towards Jack. “Shawna will be down in time. I am certain she is just nervous about this event. This is the first time she has been out to this sort of… er, big social dance thing. She has sheltered herself for so long. It’s good to see someone such as yourself be able to look past her… tendencies to find the beauty that I see in there. Plus, I can see another athlete! Clearly the Josi family knows a thing or two about peak physical conditioning!”

“Yeah… Shawna’s a… one of a kind girl!” Jack tried his best to hide his nervousness and the fact that he just made that up on the spot, “Are you an athlete too, Mr. Josi? Shawna never mentioned anything of that sort. I, myself, play wide receiver for the school.”

Martin’s facade broke into laughter for a moment. “Hahaha, I am no athlete. However, my son Nick is playing hockey for Harvard and he’s expected to make his NHL debut this year. My older daughter Lia married a basketball player, so at least the youngest generation is in tune with sports! Hahaha!” However, he quickly returned to the now-familiar stern gaze. “Shawna on the other hand never seemed interested in that life, so it surprises me that a football player, such as yourself, would take such a shine to her so late in her high school tenure. You aren’t hiding any… untowards intentions with this Valentine’s Day date, are you Jack?”

“Unknown intentions?! With Shawna? No sir. Not at all.” Jack said, smiling sheepishly. Thank fucking god he didn’t know what was going on. “I have no intentions with your daughter, sir. No untoward intentions here.” Besides, even though Jack was pretty cool and handsome, he wasn’t no Sunshine.

“No intentions?” Martin allowed himself to be surprised by that statement if only to give himself room to push harder. “No intentions whatsoever? So you plan on abandoning her immediately to go on your merry way at the dance?”

“...no?” Jack was in sort of a hole at this point. “I’m just here to give your daughter a good time at the dance. Nothing more, nothing less.” Jesus, no wonder Shawna wanted Jack to come along. This man was already difficult to deal with, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if Shawna’s secret were to come out.

Martin smirked as he leaned back in his chair, grabbing the beer resting on the side and taking a long sip. A thin film of foam rested upon the mustache portion of his beard. “Well, I remember what good times there are to be had at events such as these. I’m not that old, you know. I also know there are multiple definitions of good times. If you are catching my drift of what good times I am expecting you and my daughter to have, I think then indeed, we will all have some good times. However, if you decide to extend this soiree to your definition of good times, or your friends’ definition of good times, and my daughter’s good times are negatively impacted by this, then I can assure you with the utmost of confidence, that the only good times you will be experiencing afterwards will be in my company. And I have a feeling my definition of good times in that instance will be vastly different from your definition of good times. So, do we have an understanding?”

What in tarnation? What exactly did Shawna tell Martin? It wasn’t like he would even think of Shawna in anywhere even remotely close to that regard. He felt like he was in the beginning of Inglorious Basterds, complete with the rather suspicious German man lecturing at him. But, he had to remember the endgame here. This was all for Shawna’s sake, and not his. He had to play this right. “Yes sir.” Jack nodded, “My good times will not ruin Shawna’s good times.”

“Then we have an arrangement! Excellent!” Martin clapped and stood up. “I would offer you a drink to celebrate, but I know better than to think an athlete such as yourself would be risking every part of your future just for a sip of an admittedly average-quality beer! Instead, I shall let you get on with your night!” The patriarch of the Josi family headed over towards the stairwell. “Shawna! Your gentleman caller has arrived!”

Fucking finally. Now that Jack had passed the test, it was safe for Shawna to come out. Her pacing could cease.

She emerged quickly from her room and came down the staircase, only to be immediately enveloped by her father. Martin gave her a big hug and held her close. “I know this is a big night for you, my dear. But know I will be here and if you find yourself in an unsavory situation, you give me a call and I will make sure you are swiftly whisked away.”

“I know, Dad,” Shawna confirmed. “I’ll be all right. Not like anything is going to happen with the teachers watching everyone like a hawk.”

“I’m certain. But, just in case.”

“You can let me go now.”

Martin finally released his daughter from his grip, allowing her to see Jack for the first time. He had cleaned up well. Had to have done well enough to pass her dad’s eye test. Even if it was very hard to feel threatened by that shirt. She looked over and gave a demure wave. “H-Hi Jack. I’m ready when you are.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders as Martin stood up and clapped, and he finally called for Shawna after what felt like an eternity underneath the grilling of one Mr. Martin Josi. He was pretty sure everything was just a test. A bit weird, but the more he talked to Martin the more he understood why Shawna was the way that she was regarding her secret.

Watching Shawna come down the stairs, there was a small smirk on his face as he saw her with what might’ve been one of the most gorgeous dresses he’d seen. He gave a small wave back, before walking over to the Josis. “Alright, shall we head out, Shawna? After you, ladies first after all.”

“So polite!” Shawna commented as her father looked on. Martin allowed a knowing nod as the two teenagers moved towards the front hall. “I’ll let you know when we head back, Dad!”

“See that you do! I will be a nervous wreck until I know you are safe!”

“OK!” Shawna led Jack towards the door. “Let’s go,” she said quickly under her breath.

Leading Shawna out of the house, Jack quickly darted over to his car, before pulling the passenger door open for her. “Feel free to pull the seat up a bit if it’s too far back. I don’t know who’s been in this car, Shawna.” Jack smirked, before closing the door after she got in.

“Well, that’s comforting,” Shawna commented as she held her dress so she could slide into the Viper. She could finally drop the shy, innocent act now that she was safely in the car.

It wasn’t long before Jack climbed into the driver’s seat, and set off.

Shawna looked over at the man who just took an inquisition for her with an empathetic tone on her face. “Thank you for sitting through all that,” she said, a tone of remorse present. “I swear, he doesn’t even sound like that normally. Pretty sure he just puts on the Nazi accent to scare anyone he doesn’t trust. He’s gotten so good at it though…”

“All I’m gonna say, Shawna…” Jack said, looking over to her momentarily as he drove, “I totally understand.”

The girl let out a huge sigh. “I figured he had to be seen to be believed. That’s why I kinda need you right now. At least until I figure out how the hell I’m going to explain literally everything.”

“Listen, like I said, I totally understand.” Jack shrugged, “I thought it was a little weird at first, but after meeting your dad, it makes sense! No offense, of course. But dude is scary.”

“None taken,” Shawna confirmed. “Ever since that Pre-Calc test last June, he’s been watching me closer than ever. The summer was terrible. I told so many lies just to get out of the house. That cruise my parents went on was honestly the best thing that could have happened to me. But, now it’s back to the double life. At least now I have some help.

Jack shook his head, before seeing a particular something out of the corner of his eye, “I got your back, dude” Jack winked at Shawna, before looking ahead and squinting, “Wait, yo, is that the country club there? Or am I just tripping?”

Shawna looked ahead to try and make out what Jack was talking about before the familiar front of Crown Heights Country Club came into view. “Yup, that’s the place,” she affirmed. “I can hear Dad bragging about the time he shot an 85 on the golf course from here. Least we got here in one piece.”

“Perfect. Right on time, aren’t we?”

Pulling into the parking lot, Jack stuffed his car into a slot, parking it more toward his side so that Shawna had more room to get out. Not that she needed it of course. Putting the top up, Jack quickly got out again, opening the door for Shawna to allow her to get out of the rather low car. “Let’s go turn some heads, yeah?”

Shawna nodded, definitely feeling in safer hands with Jack then she would have at this point last month. “Let’s do the damn thing!” She punctuated this with a fist in the air as the two made their way towards the lame school dance they were going to work they way through.

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

Route 1 was never going to be a difficult path to traverse. As Lilith stated, it was a baby trail for babies. The various Normal types and occasional Dark type were barely a match for the wide array of Pokemon the trainers had available for combat. The biggest challenge was walking uphill the entire time. Viridian City served as a midway point between the coastal Pallet Town and the mountainous Pewter City. It was all going to be uphill from here. Both metaphorically and literally.

The gates to the verdant city were underwhelming to say the least, but the place still had a Pokemon Center and a Pokemart. Provisions could be bought. Allies could be healed. The journey may have just started, but every bit of rest would be welcome.

Viridian City Roster Update!

Current Roster:

Lilith: Litwick (Sia): Lvl 6 - Flash Fire - Astonish / Smog / Ember / Haze
Pidgey: Lvl 3 - Keen Eye - Tackle / Sand Attack

Hana: Pawniard (Satomi): Lvl 6 - Inner Focus - Scratch / Leer / Fury Cutter / Daring Strike (Sucker Punch)

Fary: Zorua (Emily): Lvl 6 - Illusion - Scratch / Leer / Pursuit / Dark Pulse
Poochyena (Rogue): Lvl 4 - Quick Feet - Tackle / Howl

Lizbeth: Impidimp (Ace): Lvl 6 - Prankster - Fake Out / Confide / Bite / Low Kick
Poochyena: Lvl 4 - Quick Feet - Tackle / Howl

Ezra: Oshawott (Brie): Lvl 6 - Torrent - Tackle / Tail Whip / Brine

Vivian: Budew (Curry): Lvl 6 - Poison Point - Life Dew / Absorb / Stun Spore / Worry Seed

Ant: Growlithe: Lvl 6 - Intimidate - Ember / Leer / Howl / Double Edge
Pidgey: Lvl 4 - ??? - Tackle / Sand Attack

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

Ant Blackledge

Name: Anthony 'Ant' Blackledge
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Hometown: Olivine City, Johto

Appearance: Ant is a pretty skinny guy for his age and he's only recently had a growth spurt. Because he went from being one of the smallest in his group of friends to one of the tallest, he can be kind of clumsy. He has messy brown hair that just covers his ears with emerald green eyes. Girls his age find him good looking apart from having a big nose. Ant wears an olive green hoodie that he usually has the hood up slightly so you can still see most of his hair, with black jeans and black trainers. He keeps all his stuff in a black backpack.

Personality: The first word you'd use to describe Ant would be shy. He finds it hard to truly open up to people so he's usually quiet at first. Sometimes he can get carried away talking about his passions around new people and quickly stop speaking thinking that he's embarrassing himself. That's the main reason why he's left home to try and gain a bit of confidence away from his Dad. Once he gets comfortable around people though it becomes clear to them that he's a caring kid who just likes having a laugh and loves Pokémon. Ant tends to daydream quite a bit mainly about being one of the greatest Pokémon masters in the world.

Profession: Ant has only just become a Pokémon trainer after only just leaving school. He has aspirations of becoming a gym leader or part of the Elite Four somewhere.
Talents: One of his best talents is drawing, he's been drawing Pokémon since he can remember. Now he paints and draws anything that he wants to. He also has great stamina and rarely gets tired from walking all day.
Inventory:
-A few different tops and a water proof coat.
-Six Pokeballs.
-Three Potions.
-Tent and sleeping bag.
-Sketch book with pencils, paints and paint brushes.-
-Phone.
-Wallet with a little bit of money.
-Kanto map.
-Some long lasting food.

Starter Pokémon: Ant has a Growlithe which is very calm and cool. This helps Ant when he gets nervous in social situations.

Biography: There isn't really much to tell about Ant's life. For the most part it was a pretty normal childhood, he went to school and did well there and always used to play out with his friends. He was born and raised in Olivine City and from the age of twelve he moved houses after his mum left his Dad. His Dad was not a nice man and used to start arguments all the time with Ant's mother in front of him which always upset him. Whenever Ant thought he had done something good, his father was always there belittling him and telling him there was always something he could have done better. It was like a fresh start when they moved but the psychological scars were still there, making him very quiet.

His mother was a Pokémon breeder so Ant was always surrounded by different Pokémon. He used to spend the days drawing some of the Pokémon and playing with them. On his sixteenth birthday, his mum got him a pet Growlithe. His Mum knew that Arcanine was his favourite Pokémon. When he finished school two years later, he got a sudden urge to go and travel. His mother knew it was massive for Ant to actually want to do it, she was so proud of him but nervous at the same time knowing how shy he could be. Being a well known Pokémon breeder, she had met Professor Oak a few times. She sent him a letter, letting him know her son was going to see him. She told her son that his lab would be the best place to start then bought him a train ticket to Kanto and gave him the money his Grandparents had left for him.

Notes: The colour for Ant: 00a651. The colour for Growlithe: ed1c24

Favourite game is Crystal.

@josephb

Excellent, Joseph! Please move Ant over to the characters tab! He is accepted!

The Road To Indigo (Kanto-based Pokemon RP): Chapter One: Starting With a Clean Pallet (Accepting Sheets!)

As the man's Pokemon bounded up the lane, meat snack in it's hand, the contrast between Lilith's Pokemon and his was stark. While Sia was always calm and reserved, willing to wait and ride along with her trainer, the male's Oshawott seemed wild and defiant. Especially when it decided that the trainer needed some protein. Does he have no control over his Pokemon at all? It just seems to do whatever the blazes it wants! How disrespectful. Then he attempted to talk...

“Whaphs mmyour nameh byf th’ wayf? Realized I didn't catch yours back at the lab."

While initially repulsed by the attempt to speak BeefJerkese at her, a sigh of relief passed over Lilith. The fact that... who was it? The dude had a name... Ezra! That's what Gary said! Anyway, the fact that Ezra was asking for her identity meant Lilith may have been successful in covering up her true name. It was way too early for anyone to know the truth. She had a reputation to... well, build in Kanto, but still, it would have been really hard to establish any kind of a proper tone with a name like the one she had been given. Kari might have worked, but it was still way too cute. Nope, she was committed to her current moniker. For better or worse.

"It's understandable. I am not known in Kanto by choice. My name is better uttered in the darkest corners, where the shadows are already plentiful. My title is the Mistress of Lost Souls, but it gets tiresome hearing that every time, so I answer to Lilith. You can use that name as well."

"Litwick! Lit!" And I'm Sia! Hello!

Lilith nodded. "And this is my oldest partner in this endeavour. Her name is Sia. She feeds on life energy, so don't get too close."

Sia gave Lilith a shocked look. "Lit! Lit! Litwicklit..." Hey! Hey! I only want a little bit...

"Anyway, I suppose if we are travelling together, it's good to know those sort of things about one another. Like if I feel I need a hot beef injection in my mouth, I can ask your Pokemon for help with that." Yes, the obvious sexual innuendo didn't do much for her dark and brooding image, but c'mon. It was right there. Lilith is shadowy, but she's not going to miss easy shots. Her newly-captured Pidgey can attest to that. I'll have to wait until we get to Viridian City to properly assess Pidgey. Pidgey is probably still pretty burnt up from battle.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{With assistance from Sunshine @HaleyTheRandom}

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Shawna was still internally shaking her head at what the hell just happened in the hallway. "I'm really going to a school dance with a damn football player. I think ninth-grade me would have fainted at that news. Fuck, I might do that." She made it to a quiet hallway and just let herself collapse against the wall. "Fuck... I gotta talk to someone..."

With her phone at the ready, she knew who her first choice was to talk to. It was just a matter of if she would available to chat at the moment or if she was busy solving the same problem she did...

"Hey, so I think I managed to find someone for this dumb dance."

She leaned back and waited to see if Sunshine was going to respond or not. However, Shawna didn't have to wait long...

"Oh really?! Who? Anyone I know?"

I'm pretty sure you're not the muff bunny cheerleader, so I'm gonna guess not really...

"No. I will buy all your lunches for the rest of the year if you manage to guess"

"Uh... I don't know. 😂 Kavi? Or Ariel? Maybe... Chris?"
"Fuck babe. I really don't know. 😂 Give a girl a hint."

Knew it. Haha. All right, how do I give this away...

"Fine XP Think about the last person who you would possibly think I would date."

"OH MY GOD."
"Jack. Jack. Fucking. Goff."
"Oh my god Shawna, tell me you didn't."

"OK..... I won't tell you then..."

Shawna expected it wouldn't have been high on Sunshine's list of targets, but the fact that she got the name was impressive. Still, she didn't seem pleased. Shit, did Jack do something to Sunshine? I will kick him in the nuts if he hurt her somehow...

">.> If he flirts with you, touches you, even so much as looks at you to long --- I'll take a page out of Ariels book and break his nose."

The brunette stifled a laugh. Ariel will help you. I know she will.

"😂 Girl, I told him the exact same thing."
"I told him if I get one dick pic, it's getting cut off."

"Good. I'll be sure to let him know too."

Now that Shawna had someone she was willing to be her full self with, she didn't even bother to hold back an obvious innuendo that sprang to mind.

"Two pairs of scissors are better than one 😏 So who did you ask?"

"I got Chanel to go with me. Figured that was best since we hadn't been hanging out much with classes and stuff picking up."

Hmmmm... so she did get Chanel huh... I guess that's good... Chanel has so much more going on than me though. Would she... nah. I don't even think Chanel is a lesbian.

"Well that's good! I knew you had her top of the list. Although, same thing as with Jack."
"If she makes a move on you, not saying she will, but if she does, I break her like I break lacrosse sticks"

"LOL. You have nothing to worry about. Promise. 🖤 Pretty sure she has her eyes set on Chrissie anyway."

WAIT, WHAT!?! If Shawna had been drinking something, she would have coated the hallway with it. Instead, she just dropped her phone in such a way that she hoped she didn't crack it. Luckily it was still pristine. Um. OK. So maybe Chanel does swing that way. I never would have guessed. Wow. And for Chrissie! Oh my girl. My sweet ice cream girl, you got some kinda treat coming if this is true!

"0-0 Really? Wow. Really? Shit. I wonder if Chrissie knows... I should talk to her soon."

"We could totally play match maker. Tell me they wouldn't be one bomb ass couple?"

This text did two things for Shawna. One, it confirmed there was no interest in Chanel from Sunshine, which was a relief. Two, it brought up the intriguing possibility that she could finally fulfill the destiny of so many sitcom character and try and get two people that were meant for each other together. Fuck, that shouldn't be too hard. I've seen it on Friends and the Office and Brooklyn Nine-Nine how many freaking times? Plus, Chrissie needs this. Damn, does she ever need this.

"I mean, we would still be the best bomb ass couple... but that could totally work for Chrissie!"

"Lmao. I love you 😂."

"She has needed to get over Jason so hard."

"But yeah. We should totally work something out. Men ain't shit."
"I gotta run to class. I'll talk to you later. ❤️"

Isn't that the truth. Fuck, is this what it's like to actually be in on the tea? This is fun. I kinda like it.

"Love you too hun. See you later 😉 ❤️ "

Content with that, Shawna left the hallway and headed off to class herself. At least plans were now in place. All the plans. This school could still suck it, but maybe Valentine's Day won't after all.