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Yeah, might have to drop this too. I don't want to start a whole domino effect with people dropping this, but I think I rushed in way too early and I just don't want to hold you guys back with my posting speed.
I do, though, definitely want to rejoin once I have a bit more time to roleplay freely. In the mean time, Keldeo can do whatever with my characters. Sorry about making, like, two posts and leaving, but I do think I rushed in way too fast for this. Sorry again.
I do, though, definitely want to rejoin once I have a bit more time to roleplay freely. In the mean time, Keldeo can do whatever with my characters. Sorry about making, like, two posts and leaving, but I do think I rushed in way too fast for this. Sorry again.
Really sorry about not being as active as some of you guys!
I'm trying to shake the rust off of roleplaying, but I'll try to pick up the pace and post some more soon.
I'm trying to shake the rust off of roleplaying, but I'll try to pick up the pace and post some more soon.
AMELIA THE PANCHAM, VALIANT VILLAGE
As Amelia rushed down the dusty, wind-blown road, the plans she had formulated late yesterday night began to submerge in her mind, forming into a relatively cohesive plan - in fact, to make it extra organized and eventful, she'd drawn it up colorfully and connected it with multicolored yarn with the help of her dad. It was her main goal today to find the outlaw "Flash the Scizor," a highly powerful and dangerous outlaw that eluded intelligent and determined adventurers with ease - completely obliterating the ones that did manage to discover him. If he did manage to find him, she'd find a way to defeat him, take all of his stolen items, and run off with them, titling herself as the outlaw that defeated the ruthless outlaw and a far better and way cooler one than him. It was a relatively simple plan in theory, but considering her current.. stature, it was going to be slightly harder than the drawing she'd made implied. Amelia did consider using the help of one of the explorers going after him - but then, what would that make her? An explorer? She couldn't that, she was supposed to be a villain! But, if she did use an explorer's help, it would be way easier, of course - maybe she could trail a te-
"Hey!" Amelia exclaimed, coming to a stop in front of a large Luxray. The Luxray's eyes and fur crackled with blue electricity, and her hair seemed to be standing up on end. "Why don't you watch where you're going, lady?!"
As she passed by that oddly rude Luxray, she began to head to the ideal spot - Spirit's Guild, the location of a few hardy teams of adventurers that would most likely set out to capture the Flash. With luck, she'd manage to find the team that wanted to find and defeat him, follow them around for a while, stake the claims for herself, and proclaim herself as the greatest outlaw that ever lived! Of course, maybe with the help of some explorers. The guild was beginning to come up in the distance, over the next few buildings and down the dusty road - once she arrived, she could look around in the old guild space and find some stupidly nice and brave explorers to tag around with for a few missions and then use them to get to the big bad for herself. Those idiotic, good-hearted explorers would tag up with anyone and even put *trust* in them! It was frankly ridiculous. She came to a stop just outside of the entrance of the guild, and slowly entered into the belly of the beast - her father had taken her there a few times before when she was young and she was still eager to become an explorer. It'd been a while, but she still had a basic grasp on the main idea - looking around the lobby with fresh eyes for the first time.
"You don't look good, bud." Takeo offered back at the shop, his hands resting against the table the Luxray had sunk into. "Beside, our special is garbage. You okay?
AMELIA THE PANCHAM, VALIANT VILLAGE
"WAKE UP!"
The immature, obstinate pokemon stirred; beginning to rouse herself out of her sleep, the bongs of cast iron pots being repeatedly smacked together and her father's galling bellows striking her eardrums as the sun began to rise over Valiant Village. He could hear him pacing about her bed, thumping the two items together over and over, booming over clangs and clatters while shouting at her to wake up. Takeo Feuille had waken his daughter up like that for the last two years. He'd take the time to carefully and delicately sneak up the stairs, ensuring his massive footsteps were soft, tip-toe his way down the creaky wooden paneled floor, gently open the door to her room, and unleash the crescendo of his pot symphony. The girl covered her ears with her pillows, trying to drone out the incessant howling of his shouting and pans. It wasn't long before, finally quitting, she'd thunder off, throwing the pillows down in frustration as her father followed, belly laughing profoundly.
The two would begin breakfast in the small, cramped kitchen, her father practically hunching over in order to avoid smacking his head against the crumbly ceiling. "You didn't have to wake me up this early," Amelia murmured in a small, tired voice, in sharp contrast to her father's deep, booming, and imposing one. The early morning haze still fogged her mind, causing her to forget that she was supposed to be the big, tough outlaw. "I really need some more sleep, dad.." Her dad leaned in, staring at her inquisitively, an eyebrow raised. "You're in a surprisingly good mood, Amelia!" Her father exclaimed, still chewing through his steaming bowl of noodles. "You're usually still sour about the wake up call!" The pokemon would blink twice, her eyes growing lucid and mouth losing the confused, sleepy smile, realizing just who she was supposed to be. "I-I can't believe you woke me up this early, f-fartface!" The pokemon said, catching herself. "I'm too old for that kind of junk! not too old for a bedtime story, though.."
Her father smiled. "Okay, that's a little more along the lines of my daughter." The Pangoro laughed, slurping the last of the spicy soup remaining. "Well, sun is rising - you know restaurant's going to get busy soon, and I need to prepare!" The massive pokemon would slide over his small stool, turning around to head down the stairs - the restaurant floor completely silent, devoid of the usual laughter, jokes, and threats that usually permeated through the thin floorboards. Amelia followed him down. "Ugh, dad, do I really have to help right now? I have lots of stuff to do." By lots of stuff to do, she meant hanging around on a boulder and pretending she was a cool outlaw. "It'll be simple, honey- just help me set up for the morning breakfast rush, and you can go hang out with any friends." Her father declared. "Just start up the fire and prep the ingredients." The Pangoro got to work, boiling pots of water, steaming noodles, and mashing sauce together with surprising finesse for someone so large.
Amelia would help him, walking about the small kitchen setup he had devised - washing fruits and vegetables in the cool waters of his stone washbowl, pulling spices and powders out of labeled string-tied pouches, and pouring a series of liquids into a large, metal barrel affixed to a series of junky, criss-crossing pipes. She threw a handful of black powder into the opening of a large, spherical stone furnace with a stone pipe leading up through the roof. The furnace would ignite, and she spent the next few minutes blowing and tending to the small flickers of an ember that she had managed to produce to eventually create a strong, hardy flame. The furnace also doubled as a heating system for the family, allowing them to keep warm while cooking pancakes. Her father fastened his typical white band around his head and tied on his large, stained apron, before walking over to the door and flipping over to the open sign, smiling proudly as he placed his hands on his hips, waiting for the first customer of the day - civilian or explorer.
Amelia pushed past her dad, rushing through the early morning village. "Okaythanksdadbye!" She said, eager to get out of the house and find something to do.
Name: Amelia Feuille
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Pancham
Backstory: Amelia Feuille was born into her father's shop on the edge of Valiant Village; born to help tend the counters, resupply the food stock, and serve hungry customers - often coming by with a small apron to hand a steaming bowl of soup to a new explorer. Her father would often recount his tales of adventuring upstairs at the fire, explaining his once robust career - like saving small pokemon unable to fend for themselves from big, monstrous brutes. As a young lass, the pokemon would often listen in awe, her jaw open and eyes wide as she listened to her father's old stories. The girl was desperate to grow old and become a brave adventurer, just like her dad. It sounded like an amazing prospect; saving small pokemon, helping those in need, adventuring - it was all she really wanted.
As Amelia grew older, and her father's anecdotes began to repeat themselves, she began to doubt her father; once looking up to him as a intrepid, heroic dad, she began to try to see past his curtain of valiance. It seemed an adventurer's job was saving these "small, defenseless, weak" pokemon from the big bad villain. As if the pokemon couldn't care for themselves and they had to rely on the machismo explorer to save them. Was her dad really bravely mapping out areas with his teammates, defeating attacking pokemon, or swooping in to mark out an area and beat up it's locals? As the years passed, she began to grow rancorous. It seemed her father wasn't really the old, lionhearted explorer she grew up with, but a washed up old coot.
The Pancham began to obtain a particular interest to the tales of the outlaws of old; recounting how they stole items, robbed pokemon, and even held them hostage at times. Their stories never seemed to repeat, and they never seemed to run out of material. Amelia abandoned her silly idea of being a dorky adventurer and saving pokemon from the big baddies, and instead adopted the idea of being a cool, nefarious outlaw that stole items, robbed pokemon, and was generally greedy and sinister. Her outlaw career, however, would never really take off; being naturally goodhearted, most attempts at joining a gang having been laughed off, and was once even rescued by a team ( the mere thought! ) after getting tangled up with a nearby gang.
Amelia currently resides in Valiant Village, having stopped tending to her father's shop ( she still lives with him, of course - where would she get food and a bedtime story? ) to begin trying to be a proper thief.
Personality: Amelia Feuille is stubborn, young, and impressionable; and she has a particularly problematic "rebellious" streak. Her father, Takeo Feuille, is a bold, jolly pokemon. Once having been a brave explorer in the Spirit's Guild, he now lives a more tranquil life with his own shop on the rim of Valiant Village, and spends his time rambling on about his past adventures to Amelia, spelunking deep in dark dungeons and mapping out areas with his old teammates. The daughter of the explorer, however, has a severe aversion to even the idea of being some stupidly valiant explorer dedicated to justice and all that junk. No, she'd much rather prefer a role on the less than virtuous side of things; taking the role of a scummy, villainous outlaw that the explorers would hunt down.
Amelia Feuille tries to model most of her personality around some old, retired outlaws that she had a habit of listening to, recounting old tales of kidnapping, stealing, and attacking fresh explorers. While Amelia attempts to be villainous, looking forward to eventually becoming a big and brutish Pangoro, her righteous morals and natural kindness often end up in her completely failing. She often tries to be rude, bitter, and mean to most pokemon she comes across, despite almost all of her natural instincts telling her to speak up and apologize for being so crass. The young pokemon had even once tried stealing something from her dad's restaurant, but returned to him an hour later bawling her eyes out and sniveling, after which he treated her to ice cream.
Team: TBA
Moveset
Work Up
Karate Chop
Comet Punch
Tackle
Special Features: Surprisingly fluffy.
Family: Takeo Feuille - Father
Neat!
I tried to repurpose an old character from another mystery dungeon roleplay on the site - if Keldeo's cool with it, of course, and if he's not I'm entirely willing to make a new one.
Also image is giant, sorry. ^-^
Name: Amelia Feuille
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Pancham
Backstory: Amelia Feuille was born into her father's shop on the edge of Valiant Village; born to help tend the counters, resupply the food stock, and serve hungry customers - often coming by with a small apron to hand a steaming bowl of soup to a new explorer. Her father would often recount his tales of adventuring upstairs at the fire, explaining his once robust career - like saving small pokemon unable to fend for themselves from big, monstrous brutes. As a young lass, the pokemon would often listen in awe, her jaw open and eyes wide as she listened to her father's old stories. The girl was desperate to grow old and become a brave adventurer, just like her dad. It sounded like an amazing prospect; saving small pokemon, helping those in need, adventuring - it was all she really wanted.
As Amelia grew older, and her father's anecdotes began to repeat themselves, she began to doubt her father; once looking up to him as a intrepid, heroic dad, she began to try to see past his curtain of valiance. It seemed an adventurer's job was saving these "small, defenseless, weak" pokemon from the big bad villain. As if the pokemon couldn't care for themselves and they had to rely on the machismo explorer to save them. Was her dad really bravely mapping out areas with his teammates, defeating attacking pokemon, or swooping in to mark out an area and beat up it's locals? As the years passed, she began to grow rancorous. It seemed her father wasn't really the old, lionhearted explorer she grew up with, but a washed up old coot.
The Pancham began to obtain a particular interest to the tales of the outlaws of old; recounting how they stole items, robbed pokemon, and even held them hostage at times. Their stories never seemed to repeat, and they never seemed to run out of material. Amelia abandoned her silly idea of being a dorky adventurer and saving pokemon from the big baddies, and instead adopted the idea of being a cool, nefarious outlaw that stole items, robbed pokemon, and was generally greedy and sinister. Her outlaw career, however, would never really take off; being naturally goodhearted, most attempts at joining a gang having been laughed off, and was once even rescued by a team ( the mere thought! ) after getting tangled up with a nearby gang.
Amelia currently resides in Valiant Village, having stopped tending to her father's shop ( she still lives with him, of course - where would she get food and a bedtime story? ) to begin trying to be a proper thief.
Personality: Amelia Feuille is stubborn, young, and impressionable; and she has a particularly problematic "rebellious" streak. Her father, Takeo Feuille, is a bold, jolly pokemon. Once having been a brave explorer in the Spirit's Guild, he now lives a more tranquil life with his own shop on the rim of Valiant Village, and spends his time rambling on about his past adventures to Amelia, spelunking deep in dark dungeons and mapping out areas with his old teammates. The daughter of the explorer, however, has a severe aversion to even the idea of being some stupidly valiant explorer dedicated to justice and all that junk. No, she'd much rather prefer a role on the less than virtuous side of things; taking the role of a scummy, villainous outlaw that the explorers would hunt down.
Amelia Feuille tries to model most of her personality around some old, retired outlaws that she had a habit of listening to, recounting old tales of kidnapping, stealing, and attacking fresh explorers. While Amelia attempts to be villainous, looking forward to eventually becoming a big and brutish Pangoro, her righteous morals and natural kindness often end up in her completely failing. She often tries to be rude, bitter, and mean to most pokemon she comes across, despite almost all of her natural instincts telling her to speak up and apologize for being so crass. The young pokemon had even once tried stealing something from her dad's restaurant, but returned to him an hour later bawling her eyes out and sniveling, after which he treated her to ice cream.
Team: TBA
Moveset
Work Up
Karate Chop
Comet Punch
Tackle
Special Features: Surprisingly fluffy.
Family: Takeo Feuille - Father
I tried to repurpose an old character from another mystery dungeon roleplay on the site - if Keldeo's cool with it, of course, and if he's not I'm entirely willing to make a new one.
Also image is giant, sorry. ^-^
Name: Amelia Feuille
Gender: Female
Pokemon: Pancham
Backstory: Amelia Feuille was born into her father's shop on the edge of Valiant Village; born to help tend the counters, resupply the food stock, and serve hungry customers - often coming by with a small apron to hand a steaming bowl of soup to a new explorer. Her father would often recount his tales of adventuring upstairs at the fire, explaining his once robust career - like saving small pokemon unable to fend for themselves from big, monstrous brutes. As a young lass, the pokemon would often listen in awe, her jaw open and eyes wide as she listened to her father's old stories. The girl was desperate to grow old and become a brave adventurer, just like her dad. It sounded like an amazing prospect; saving small pokemon, helping those in need, adventuring - it was all she really wanted.
As Amelia grew older, and her father's anecdotes began to repeat themselves, she began to doubt her father; once looking up to him as a intrepid, heroic dad, she began to try to see past his curtain of valiance. It seemed an adventurer's job was saving these "small, defenseless, weak" pokemon from the big bad villain. As if the pokemon couldn't care for themselves and they had to rely on the machismo explorer to save them. Was her dad really bravely mapping out areas with his teammates, defeating attacking pokemon, or swooping in to mark out an area and beat up it's locals? As the years passed, she began to grow rancorous. It seemed her father wasn't really the old, lionhearted explorer she grew up with, but a washed up old coot.
The Pancham began to obtain a particular interest to the tales of the outlaws of old; recounting how they stole items, robbed pokemon, and even held them hostage at times. Their stories never seemed to repeat, and they never seemed to run out of material. Amelia abandoned her silly idea of being a dorky adventurer and saving pokemon from the big baddies, and instead adopted the idea of being a cool, nefarious outlaw that stole items, robbed pokemon, and was generally greedy and sinister. Her outlaw career, however, would never really take off; being naturally goodhearted, most attempts at joining a gang having been laughed off, and was once even rescued by a team ( the mere thought! ) after getting tangled up with a nearby gang.
Amelia currently resides in Valiant Village, having stopped tending to her father's shop ( she still lives with him, of course - where would she get food and a bedtime story? ) to begin trying to be a proper thief.
Personality: Amelia Feuille is stubborn, young, and impressionable; and she has a particularly problematic "rebellious" streak. Her father, Takeo Feuille, is a bold, jolly pokemon. Once having been a brave explorer in the Spirit's Guild, he now lives a more tranquil life with his own shop on the rim of Valiant Village, and spends his time rambling on about his past adventures to Amelia, spelunking deep in dark dungeons and mapping out areas with his old teammates. The daughter of the explorer, however, has a severe aversion to even the idea of being some stupidly valiant explorer dedicated to justice and all that junk. No, she'd much rather prefer a role on the less than virtuous side of things; taking the role of a scummy, villainous outlaw that the explorers would hunt down.
Amelia Feuille tries to model most of her personality around some old, retired outlaws that she had a habit of listening to, recounting old tales of kidnapping, stealing, and attacking fresh explorers. While Amelia attempts to be villainous, looking forward to eventually becoming a big and brutish Pangoro, her righteous morals and natural kindness often end up in her completely failing. She often tries to be rude, bitter, and mean to most pokemon she comes across, despite almost all of her natural instincts telling her to speak up and apologize for being so crass. The young pokemon had even once tried stealing something from her dad's restaurant, but returned to him an hour later bawling her eyes out and sniveling, after which he treated her to ice cream.
Team: TBA
Moveset
Work Up
Karate Chop
Comet Punch
Tackle
Special Features: Surprisingly fluffy.
Family: Takeo Feuille - Father
You guys still accepting? I'd love to give it a shot.
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"She didn't!" Takeo Feuille exclaimed, his brow furrowing. "I can't believe that girl - arguing after seeing you after so long.. must be why she doesn't have any friends.. going to scold her so bad when she gets back.. she's always so crude.."
The head chef would continue muttering to himself, returning to the counter to quickly scrub the dishes clean under the steaming jets of water with an old rag, his face growing hotter as the errant leaf stuck between his sharpened teeth swung and spun. He shook several steaming, cast iron pots of veggies on the table, hissing and bubbling as columns of steam rose and added to the smell of the diner. The few patrons still there began to whet their appetites over the meal he was cooking, fastening his apron as he rapidly and frustratingly shook the pot. As he began to calm down, he set the blaze to a low fume, and the hissing and sizzling became more spaced out and quiet as he eventually set it to only a low simmer and not the high boil it had been previously. He returned, carrying to plates of freshly diced and cooked food.
"You really should eat, Belgond, your birthday only comes once a year." He said, placing a few plates around the table. "But I really do apologize for Gale said to you - you know, every time someone is genuinely friendly to her, she shoves them away. Really hates the thought of having friends."
The chef took a momentary seat, resting his gut under the table and began to dig in to the plate that he had set for himself, lighting a small aromatic candle in the center of the table. "I hope she didn't do anything too bad." The pangoro said through a mouthful of still steaming food, shoveling it down before he had to return to serving his remaining clientelle. "She never really could do anything too bad - last time she tried doing something "bad," she ended up crying her eyes out." He quickly patted his mouth, already digging away at the remaining meal he had set out for himself. "She better come back home soon - I'm going to make sure she apologizes to you, Belgond, you at least deserve that." He finished up his food and picked up his plate, carrying it to the sink.
"You can go suck a - oh, wow, are you an outlaw?!" Gale asked, her voice full of a sudden spirit and excitement. "Ifyou'reanoutlawcanIgowithyoupleasepleasepleasecanwedosomethingcooltogether?" The young Pancham practically tripped over her words as she looked at the powerful, menacing Gabite in awe.
The head chef would continue muttering to himself, returning to the counter to quickly scrub the dishes clean under the steaming jets of water with an old rag, his face growing hotter as the errant leaf stuck between his sharpened teeth swung and spun. He shook several steaming, cast iron pots of veggies on the table, hissing and bubbling as columns of steam rose and added to the smell of the diner. The few patrons still there began to whet their appetites over the meal he was cooking, fastening his apron as he rapidly and frustratingly shook the pot. As he began to calm down, he set the blaze to a low fume, and the hissing and sizzling became more spaced out and quiet as he eventually set it to only a low simmer and not the high boil it had been previously. He returned, carrying to plates of freshly diced and cooked food.
"You really should eat, Belgond, your birthday only comes once a year." He said, placing a few plates around the table. "But I really do apologize for Gale said to you - you know, every time someone is genuinely friendly to her, she shoves them away. Really hates the thought of having friends."
The chef took a momentary seat, resting his gut under the table and began to dig in to the plate that he had set for himself, lighting a small aromatic candle in the center of the table. "I hope she didn't do anything too bad." The pangoro said through a mouthful of still steaming food, shoveling it down before he had to return to serving his remaining clientelle. "She never really could do anything too bad - last time she tried doing something "bad," she ended up crying her eyes out." He quickly patted his mouth, already digging away at the remaining meal he had set out for himself. "She better come back home soon - I'm going to make sure she apologizes to you, Belgond, you at least deserve that." He finished up his food and picked up his plate, carrying it to the sink.
"You can go suck a - oh, wow, are you an outlaw?!" Gale asked, her voice full of a sudden spirit and excitement. "Ifyou'reanoutlawcanIgowithyoupleasepleasepleasecanwedosomethingcooltogether?" The young Pancham practically tripped over her words as she looked at the powerful, menacing Gabite in awe.
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