Noire

Dragon's Awakening

Connor slowly strode down the ruined streets.

Each step he took, a chunk of asphalt gave way, breaking free of the charred, flooded, road.

Surrounding him were warring monsters, crumbling buildings, rioting streets.

Connor was beginning to grow tired of the steel and glass structures, the shoddy road, the thousands of creatures fighting for dominance. The sounds of screeches and bloodied cries were beginning to grow dull. He really needed a place to rest, somewhere to get away from all the shouting and the screaming. The blood staining his hands and feet were beginning to dry. He needed to go or he might be driven mad. Far down, past fighting beats and mythical monsters, a forest stood solemnly, down the road ahead. He could see several creatures retreating there, and some already towering above the trees, flying ahead. The things that still retained a sense of morality and intelligence, that weren't rioting. Connor continued on down the forest. Arcing, sharp bolts of lightning swept the sky, piercing through the fluffy clouds. On the way, Connor could hear some visible screaming from under foot. He stopped for a moment. Fresh, wet blood visibly stained his stone foot. He glanced behind him. A couple of feet away, a large blood stain was visible on the concrete.

Oh. Connor thought, staring down at it. Uh oh.

Connor kept traveling down. It seemed to take forever to get to his sole moment of peace in the forest. His bulk weighed him down, making it hard for his smaller feet to pick up the pace. Connor briefly glanced up. A Gryphon soared by, sweeping the sky. His first instinct was to attack it. It was probably attacking him! It could probably do some damage to him. He raised a stone arm into the air, attempting to catch it, but it easily flew by him. "Stupid birds.." He muttered to himself, before continuing down the roads. So far, everything had seemingly tried to attack him. He had to stay on his guard, or anything could easily set him alight, or bolt him, or drown him with ease. Drowning. Connor shivered at the thought. The things that had shot water at him were the ones he feared most so far. After several minutes of walking, he reached the forest. The wooden, rough trees stood tall, but he stood taller than most. Connor began to walk once again.

Connor could hear some shouting, and something that sounded a lot like a.. gunshot? Gunshot? He hadn't seen a creature wielding a gun yet. That could certainly be useful, but he doubted his massive, clumsy stone hands could operate one. Nearby he spotted a massive bronze golem shoving aside trees, his feet causing the ground to shake. Looked like it was causing trouble to some little things on ground level. Not your problem. He thought to himself. Not your problem. Just someone else's. Connor briefly glanced at the copper, gleaming golem. And what if it was your ki- someone else in that situation? He glanced once again, before sighing. He ran at the other humanoid, swinging his stone fist back, before throwing it at the golem.

Dragon's Awakening

"Just keep walking."

That was the mantra the golem repeated to himself every couple of minutes. Connor strode through the anarchic streets of the city, his bulky frame allowing him to easily bypass the rioting creatures. He towered over a fair majority of those monsters battling around his legs, but that didn't stop them from attacking. Most of their claw attacks bounced off of his rocky exterior harmlessly, leaving a long scratch or a slight crack, but it was the magic attacks he had to worry about. Connor was sure he had crushed the bodies of some smaller creatures, such as some Animelious or a Dragon. Connor had been walking at an uninterrupted pace for about four or five hours now. He had taken hours to trek across a city of chaos, but he still wasn't even halfway through it. Burn marks and scratch marks covered his lower back and abdomen, and he was beginning to feel the true effects of being so badly transmogrified. However, he kept at a steady walk. So far, he had yet to be too badly damaged, or have been thrown into a major battle. Connor briefly took a look around. A thickly scaled grey dragon spat fire to a Gryphon. The Gryphon ran about, screeching, covered in putrid ash and smoke, before falling to the ground. Another Golem smashed the body underfoot before throwing a stone fist into a flying dragon. The dragon roared and spat fire as it veered out of control, before being flung into the stone and glass rubble of a building. It was a great chain of events, quite the show. It was a shame they had killed about 6-8 people in that single event. Some people don't realize just how bad this is, Connor thought to himself, continuing his walk. They think that this will all blow over..

Connor heard a massive roar, and swung around just in time to witness a scaly, sapphire dragon charging him. It was surprisingly massive, the biggest he'd seen since Metropolis went upside down. It crashed into Connor at a great speed, sending the two sliding down the street, crushing anyone that stood in their way. Chunks of asphalt were sent flying as he was grinned into the road. Connor laid flat on his back, the dragon on top of him, pinning down his weak legs. The dragon opened it's mouth, and he watched as a glowing, white hot embers engulfed it's mouth. The flames were rapidly growing. "Goodbye, Golem." It hissed, it's voice slightly drowned out by the flickering fire. Connor clutched a bulky stone fist and broke forth, smashing his rock knuckles into the side of the dragon's face. The dragon was knocked to the left of Connor rather than on him, flames erupting from it's mouth and nostrils. Connor steadily got up, using both arms to raise himself, and rested a foot on the dragon, which was still struggling to get up. While his legs were weak, he made up with it for his overall mass and weight. His bulk kept the dragon down. He ripped a charred, ruined tree from the ground on the sidewalk. It was one of the few remaining trees that hadn't been engulfed in lightning or drowned. He raised the tree over his head, gripping the wood tightly, and smashed it into the dragon multiple times, roaring over the din of the crowd. The dragon struggled to get up as he smashed the tree into it's face. While the tree was weakened from the attacks, it still hurt when you beat it into your eyes or weak areas, of course. The dragon's struggling slowly began to fail, it's wings retracting lower and lower. Soon, Connor let go of the in tree, in favor of some more physically damaging attacks. He bended down and smashed his fists at the dragon's face, beating away at the snout and vital areas, his stone fists doing massive damage.

Several minutes later of furious attacking, the dragon was well dead. Thick grey scales were scattered around the road, which some of the smaller creatures were using as shields. Connor panted heavily, glancing around him. Some creatures were just staring at him, with various faces of contempt, or disgust, or hatred. Connor stared down at the dragon for a long moment. Surely, no creature would dare to attack him now, that he'd just defeat.. killed a dragon. But they would all forget about it in a long couple of hours, so it didn't matter all that much. People would forget, and people would return to their usual ways, constantly trying to take down e massive golem trying to get home. Connor sighed. He began to walk at a steady pace once again, making his way down the asphalt, broken road, swinging his arms back into his usual rhythm. It was as if he never attacked, never strayed off from his walk. Just had to keep walking.

Just had to keep walking.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

"Team A.C.T, huh?" Hex said, skimming over Crater' wall of memorabilia. Countless illustrations, badges, and golden decorations adorned the cavernous walls. "I heard of you guys before. One of the best rescue teams around."

The room was massive in comparison to Hex. Even Crater, the massive Tyranitar, moved around the room with ease and agility. She examined the room for a moment, glancing around. The walls were completely covered with rewards and treasure of Team A.C.T. She learned of them while in the hive, while studying rescue teams. The team consisted of an Alakazam, Charizard, and Tyranitar. They had completed countless missions, taken down outlaws, saved many pokemon. Apparently, however, they split up, and took their own, very different routes in life. Aside from all the memorabilia, in the center of the room, a light, cream egg with various orange markings sat. Apparently, it was a.. Victini egg? Why was there a Victini egg? How was there a Victini egg? She had learned of that legendary pokemon, too. It was much more powerful than your average pokemon, similar to a Latios or a Mew or a Celebi. Victini was in charge of victory and winning, similar to how Dialga's control of time and Palkia's control of space. It had a problem where it kept turning into an egg, apparently. Taking a seat on the bed, she began to realize just how fatigued she was. The Tyranitar really hit hard, and she had to travel through that rocky ravine with all those powerful pokemon trying to snap her up. On top of all that, it must've been pretty late. Her eyes felt heavy. It was all a lot to handle. She curled up in one of the guest beds, trying to get some sleep. Today had been a pretty productive day, and they had a lot to do tomorrow. A lot to do..

Dragon's Awakening

Well, I could easily just knock it down to 16"2, which was my original plan.

Dragon's Awakening

Alright, I think I finished my app.

Dragon's Awakening

FIRST OOC POST ON DIS-

oh, wait.

Name: Connor Stark

Gender: Male

Species: Golem

Age: 32

Appearance: Connor's height grew exponentially after his transformation, moving from 5"7 to almost 17". He is a large, bulky barrel-chested golem, who's body is mostly made up of various different sizes of rock. His limbs are made up of linking boulders, starting small and growing larger as they reach his hands and feet. Connor's feet and abdomen are smaller than his upper body and hands, adding to his already massive appearance. A light moss grows mostly along the rocks linking along as his hands and feet, and some around his back and head area. He has a protruding jaw, with seemingly dark grey areas for his eyes. Upon opening his mouth, he appears to have small, pebbly teeth. Due to being the size of a telephone pole, Connor doesn't wear clothes. In one hand, he usually holds some sort of a make-shift weapon, such as a small tree or a stop sign.

Bio:

I'm coming home.

Connor Stark's life was one of relative ease. He was born into a small, rainy coastal town, to two healthy parents and into a middle-class lifestyle. Never would Connor have to struggle with poverty, or live his life out with only one parent. He lead a quiet and polite life, as was the Stark tradition. Connor was home-schooled in a large, stark white house, rarely being exposed to other children or any of the like. Connor didn't have much experience with others around his age, so he didn't gain much social skills from his childhood, whereas he should've been talking and making friends around his age. He learned the fundamentals of physics, science, history, and other subjects. In other words, Connor Stark had a very average childhood. It would be the most boring childhood anyone would have to suffer through. Connor should've continued his sheltered life. He could've used his education to get to an average college, get a desk job, and continue on with a couple of kids and a wife. But the sheltered child decided he wanted to stray from his path, and become something else, moving on from the age old tradition. It would turn out to be one of the best decisions he could've made.

Connor Stark graduated from the state college, and got his diploma and gained a degree in carpentry, moving on to become one. Connor never moved from the coastal town, despite some bad childhood memories there. When he started his own carpentry business, he struggled with money for a long time, before meeting his soon to be wife. After they married, she helped to support them, and allowed them to just make it in the world. Together, they had two kids. A young boy, named Nathan, a big fan of baseball. And his older sister, Ellie, who was great with school. They made a great family together, even if they did struggle with financial problems. Connor Stark made sure to keep an eye out for any other business opportunities beside being a carpenter, to try to ease the load on his wife and bring in some cash. It was always tough for him, being self-employed. Connor Stark still remembers the night he got the family computer. He had been "discovered," apparently. He found a major job opportunity in the industrialism world that would greatly help him and his family out.

The job had an absolutely great pay. It was for a company called Phonetix, and the work didn't seem bad. However, there was one main problem with the business venture; the city's headquarters were almost on the other end of the country. It would take ages to get there by car, which was more cheap, but shorter by plane, but much more expensive. Connor would have to be away from his family for about two months before returning for a week before going back to Phonetix. It would be a long trip there. For a while, he argued with himself on whether he should go or not. For one, it would greatly help the family out with all of their financial problems. But for another, he would only get to see his family once a week every two months. However, his family seemed to completely support his decision to go there. And after a while, he finally went. He packed up some valuables, he gathered some money and food, and tearfully headed off to the airport. Connor bought a ticket and hopped on. After a short while there, he arrived in the big city, where he could take his job offer. Connor would describe this as about the time things began to go horribly, horribly wrong.

Within two days at the city, Connor learned of the impending apocalypse in a short day. Every channel was playing it. He almost immediately rushed to the airport, only to find all of the flights blocked. It seemed all of the attendants and pilots would rather stay home with their families than stay at work. After all, why would money matter when you would be reduced to ashes in a couple of long hours? Connor became depressed and just angry. Why did he have to be stuck here, in this stupid city, trying to scrounge out a living for himself when none of it even mattered? The worst part was that when the meteor hit, he wouldn't get to be with his family to experience the world's end with them. Connor spent his last hours pondering life, sitting on a grassy knoll in a nearby park, hidden under a tree's shade. Connor remembered his last few moments well. It was roughly midnight, and the dark city sky was cloudy and plain. Not a single star was visible. But Connor knew that somewhere in the dark knight sky, hidden behind a cloud, the meteor was rushing forth at that very moment to decimate them all. And Connor felt at peace. And then a great light flashed out and a massive sound broke the silence and Connor was knocked out.

When Connor awoke, he was surrounded by strange creatures. A scaly, emerald reptilian beast, with ruby eyes snorting smoke. A small raccoon, with a green light playing around it's eyes. An amorphous, blue, transparent blob. Connor screamed and backed up against a wall, but he noticed something was odd with his voice. It felt lower, and more gravelly. It had more of a rough edge to it, and he sounded more gristly than he should've been. Something was wrong with Connor's hands, too; rather than flesh and muscle, there was rock and moss. Connor soon learned of what had happened, according to some of the still sentient beings roaming the area. The meteor was detonated; however, a great shroud of mist had set in over the land, causing all humans and animals to morph into strange mythical beasts. Dragons, Chimeras, and many other species had taken over the land. Apparently, most electrical items had been completely broken due to the explosion of the meteor, too. Connor's mind immediately raced to his family, still waiting in their town, still waiting for him. What did they think? What would happen? Were they still..? Connor decided on one thing, however; he would find them.

Connor began his long journey home the same day he morphed into the golem. He would have to travel across a country filled with anarchy, and depression, and madness. However, Connor swore one thing, that kept him going.

He would come home.

Powers:

Strength - Connor's durable, rocky surface and great size allows him to be much more able than the regular man. He has great strength; he can rip certain from the ground with relative ease, and shove cars aside as if they were tumbleweeds. His durable, dense outer body is extremely tough, withstanding to most simple claw and tooth attacks. It seems almost all physical attacks slide off of his body.

Flexibility - Despite Connor's dense, rocky exterior, his limbs are surprisingly flexible and fluid. This is due to him having numerous rocky joints in his arms and legs. His arms are longer than his legs. Using this to his advantage, he can swing them into his foes when they can't reach him, similar to that of a gorilla or a monkey. When moving from place to place, he moves relatively like a gorilla, using his arms and knuckles to propel his body forward.

Ordinary - While Connor is not too experienced in the realm of magic, he does have one type that he uses often. Ordinary is Connor's most basic form of attack, which is essentially all the physical ones. Kicking, punching, smashing, and the like fall under this category. While Connor does have few basic spells, he has yet to learn them, instead preferring the more brutish, simple physical attacks.

Weaknesses:

Water - Water is Connor's Achilles' Heel. His great strength and durability have several great downsides to them - one in that they greatly add to his heaviness. In water, Connor will sink like a stone, which he technically is. He can't even go near most forms of large bodies of water. Rain is not a problem, but massive, great spurts of water can cause him much pain. He also has a great fear of water; if he had to cross a bridge to get over a river, he'd go around.

Slow - Connor is extremely slow. At his fastest sprint, he can go at about the same pace as a light jogger. The slowness results in a lot of problems. For one, Connor can't escape a battle as easily as he would be able to do before. He can't run away. He has to face whatever challenges him. For another, it greatly gets in the way of him journeying home. It's almost impossible to walk miles upon miles to get home when you can only walk slightly less than a mile per hour.

Heavy - Connor's heaviness is a great problem to consider. Most small, wooden bridges he can't cross without completely breaking them. Sometimes, while walking down the road, he treads on a lighter chunk of asphalt. The lighter chunk of asphalt usually leads to his foot smashing into the road, and him being unable to get it out for several minutes. In reality, his heaviness is actually most of his water problem, but he still has a unshakable fear of water.

Other: Connor's Theme - www.youtube.com/watch?v=k84QxVJd0tI

"Kill me." - Disembodied Spy Head

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

"Dad?" Hex choked out, trying to get some wings back into her lungs. The Tyranitar really hit hard. "He's a dad?"

The following events happened in a flash. Hex barely had time to register what happened. The Tyranitar returned to it's four legged prowl, slowly creeping around the camp in a defensive stature. It seemed to be attempting to protect something, but Hex was unsure what that would be. Hex, at this point, began faintly stirring up another gust, an audible hiss of air in the cave. Anthony called out for the Tyranitar to attack him, apparently being suicidal. The Tyranitar lashed out with a stone edge, rushing toward the little blob with a jagged, sharpened chunk of rock in one hand. The little Goomy began to glow a bright light. Upon the Tyranitar smashing the rock into him, instead of causing Anthony to explode in a gooey mess, the Tyranitar was flung onto his back, thrown back into the cave. Anthony did a small victory shout before the Tyranitar regained his strength and began to rush again. Now, apparently, he was a father to a Mawile. It was quite the turn of events.

"I, um.. okay." Hex said, still a bit surprised from the events that took place. Her right wing was damaged, and her entire body felt sore, but other than that she felt relieved. "Okay."

Hex began to follow the two back. That was quite a surprise. The Tyranitar was a dad. She was still having trouble registering what the little dragon blob had done. It had done much more damage in one attack than all of their attacks had done combined.

Dragon's Awakening Interest Check

Lugia said
Well, I hope you can come up with something.Actually, I think the only two things that this RP doesn't cover so far is insects and (understandably) fish. Er, as far as the animal kingdom goes... funny thing, though, is that we already have giant amoebas.

Crab People.

Crab People.

Taste like crab, talk like people.

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of the Void

"Piece of damn.. " The titan snarled, returning to his prowl. Shannon didn't seem to have standed a chance upon return. The Tyranitar had easily swung it's tail into Shannon, and combined with a Dark Pulse, had reduced the explorer to tears.

Hex was intimidated by the show of events. The Tyranitar had so easily defeated Shannon that he didn't seem to have wasted any excess energy at all. And Shannon seemed so broken after the one attack. The Amaura was curled up on the cave floor, tears streaming. Several wispy, dark surrounded him momentarily before dissipating into the air. The Dark Pulse must've been awful. She had heard of it before, back in the hive in Birchwood. Some drones had just barely returned to the hive to announce a new enemy within Birchwood Forest. They were beaten up, dirty, and some were quiet and had a distant look in their eyes. Some Sableye had arrived to wreak havoc on the pokemon, some armed with a powerful dark pulse that had nearly sweeped their entire squadron. The Dark Pulse really damaged the Combee, and seemed to have really hurt them. And that was just the Sableye dark pulses. Sableye who probably weren't all that tough. The Tyranitar's dark pulse must've been insane.

Losing herself in her memories, the Tyranitar saw his opportunity. It grinned ferociously, it's teeth grimy and scratched up. An arcing beam of dark, shadowy energy had erupted from the beast. Luckily, it missed Hex by but a millimeter, but it clipped one wing and caused her to lose control, veering off into the cave. The shadowy energy was thrown into one of the glowing crystals, causing it to arc around the gem like lightning. The energy dissipated, but the crystal seemed to give off an almost shadowy, dark aura for a moment, before it dissipated and returned to it's original coloring. Hex, meanwhile, had landed by a large, roughly edged stalactite. The Tyranitar lumbered up, a sneer on it's face. Without a word, the pokemon mercilessly swung it's tail into the Combee, sending it flying into the cave wall, audibly hitting a luminescent crystal with a loud thump. Hex slowly fell to the cave floor. She had almost been completely knocked out by the one attack. Struggling, Hex got into her bag, and ate a reviver seed. She felt new life springing through her, and attempted to get up.

"Hard hitter.. really hard hitter." Hex said, struggling to regain

Dragon's Awakening Interest Check

I'd be interested. Didn't really join the original one because I was in a state of non-existence on the MCF, but the original one looked fun, so I imagine the redux will be just as nice.