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Is someone gonna post? I'm waiting for like you guys to move it along before I continue with what I had in mind.
This looks pretty cool, I'm interested
Not much later Isra awoke inside a stone room with a set of iron bars dividing her from a Growlithe who sat in a black chair with a thick pair of glasses on his face with a large book spread open on the desktop in front of him. She looked around and could see her hat and poncho on the table beside the Growlithe as soon as Isra sat up and began moving the Pokemon turned and examined at her before speaking calmly "Good afternoon Ms. Pancham how is your head?" the Pokemon then turned and shouted off in the distance, towards part of the room Isra couldn't see "She's up. Get the Sergeant in here." Before Isra could reply to the Growlithe he seemed to look down in his book and ignore her. A few moments later the large Arcanine appeared and looked down at her from behind the bars with a look that made her think he had just eaten something bitter. The beast of a Pokemon sat and cleared his throat before speaking with a level of formality she wasn't used to from him "Hello and let me be the first to welcome you to Sunny Town. I'm the Sheriff of this town and I need to ask you some questions, are you willing to answer them right now?" Isra stared at him for a moment before she nodded slowly, she had done nothing wrong and was positive justice and truth would prevail and set her free.

"Let me start by asking your name and what exactly you were doing here in my town." he started with a slight bit of snootiness in his voice.

"I didn't even know your town was here, I was just walking through before you jumped down my throat." She hissed back, standing up on her feet now and neglecting to give him her name.

The Arcanine closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled deeply, clearly frustrated before continuing "I asked for your name Ms. And I didn't jump down your throat, you're a stranger here and lately we've had some problems around our town. I'm gonna put an end to that ASAP, before these adventurer guilds pop up and try to take my town from me." He stopped himself before he said more and continued with the formality once more "I also need to know where you got your uniform and what that symbol means."

Isra examined Arcanine a bit before giving in, if she wanted out of here it was best to just cooperate. "My name is Isra and I'm not from anywhere close to here I'm just a drifter sir. Those symbols mean nothing, they're just artwork you know? Like fashionable?" She placed her hands on her hips and awaited his verdict.

"I see.." He seemed to think for a moment longer than he did the first time before he finished his thought. "Well you're still going to have to perform 30 hours of community service for assaulting a police officer and another fifteen for attempting to evade the law and interference with a Police investigation."

Sergeant Arcanine was going to continue when Isra cut him off shouting. "Are you kidding me? What was I supposed to do? You never said a thing about being officers or anything." The Sergeant instead simply turned and walked away from Isra's shouting. "Hey! What th- Where are you going? Come on, let me out of here." Isra then gave up and flopped on the thin mattress with a pillow that was supposed to be her bed, awaiting whatever was next.
I made a post :3

I hope it is okay, I wanted to find a reason that I would be forced to stay in Sunny Town for at least enough time to join the guild.
Far off in the horizon, a small black figure could be seen moving closer at a steady pace. A lone Pokemon with a large black hat slowly came into view as it trudged along a thin dirt road that lead into Sunny Town. Isra looked up from the dirt path for only a moment, giving the town a once over before putting her head back down to block out the overbearing sun. She had made no plans to rest anytime soon and this place was too small to garner any attention from her, but perhaps it had a nice place to fill her belly. The thought of hot food made her mouth salivate, just a little longer belly we'll find some food soon she thought to herself picking up her pace at the prospect of food. She had been walking for quite some time without ever seeing civilization and the few Pokemon she'd come across were either scared of her or trying to rob her. Thinking back to when she was young, Isra couldn't recall so many bad things happening in the world or so many bad Pokemon but she tossed the idea out figuring she was simply naive back then.
After a fair bit of walking Isra had passed a few homes and spotted a larger building off to the side with a sign too far for her eyes to read. As she got closer the sign on the building read simply "Sunny Town Public Library". "No food there" she mumbled to herself absentmindedly when a barking sound made her head snap up to the source, a massive Arcanine began crossing the street directly towards her with his teeth showing. "Excuse me?" she stuttered, shocked more than afraid that some stranger acknowledged her.

"I said, 'what?' As in what did you just say to me." the Arcanine spat out accusingly, narrowing his eyes as he continued his approach. Isra noted a nearby Growlithe had started to approach with his gaze fixed on her. Feeling threatened she turned to simply walk away without saying anymore when she saw a second Growlithe standing a good five feet away from her quietly inspecting her appearance. Isra opened her mouth to speak when the Arcanine cut her off "Who are you? What are you doing in my town?" Isra stopped for a moment and simply began counting in her head one.

"Listen I'm just here to walk through and that's all. Okay? So if you just let me just pass through we won't have an issue." She looked down from Acranine using the hat to separate the eye contact, in her experience if you let these bullying types feel dominant they often accept that as a win and move on but she would come to find Arcanine was not that type. As if on cue the Arcanine's two goons began to chime in. "She's got some kind of guild or cult symbol on her back, do you see that?" one nodded noting the simple piece of artwork in her poncho, "What kind of hat is that? Is that hat part of your cult?" the other added almost mockingly. Isra knew she wasn't getting out of this situation without a little harassment, two she thought to herself yet again counting up.

The Arcanine in front her seemed to think to himself for a moment, she looked up and could see him exchanging glances with his comrades alongside her. Whatever those glances they exchanged were, Arcanine had taken little time in making his decision. His front paws took small steps outward lowering his center of gravity as the muscles in his neck tensed, his voice was cold and firm. "Listen we need to take you in for questioning, lately we've had some problems with suspicious characters. It's procedure." Isra could feel one of the Growlithe's chests press up against her side as they began trying to push her along three she thought for the last time, counting all the way up. She took a few steps with them allowing them all to relax a bit before she chose to act. With both fists balled up Isra tossed out three consecutive Comet Punches directly into the face of the Growlithe to the side of her, away from Arcanine, using this gap in their formation to leap and attempt to break free. She landed a good couple of yards from the trio tossing a look over her shoulder allowing Isra to see the Growlithe still reeling from her blows with the other two helping him, she smiled and continued to run on thinking she might escape.

Isra's feet pounded against the ground with the string holding her hat on tugging at her throat as she charged down the street, fleeing and tossing occasional glances over her shoulder which allowed her to see the Arcanine far behind her use Extreme Speed and began quickly closing the distance between them. Isra turned, planted her feet and smirked as she used Quick Guard allowing the much larger Arcanine to plow into her small figure but oddly enough he was simply blown back causing the two Growlithe behind him to stop, completely shocked. The now furious Sheriff let out a roar that shook windows of nearby buildings and began pounding his feet on the ground again, closing distance between them using rage as his fuel.

Isra realized she might have the speed to outrun him when a third Growlithe appeared from in front of her out of nowhere catching her off guard. He sent his body into hers with a smooth Tackle which cut her legs directly out from under her, sending Isra crashing to the ground hard. She rolled for a bit before stopping herself and popped up on her feet to continue running when the feeling of a thousand needles penetrating her entire body shot through her, the Arcanine had grabbed her in his jaws and used Thunder Fang to paralyze her. The electricity running through her caused every muscle to strain in just a few short seconds. When it stopped she could feel her muscles twitching yet her body was spent and she was exhausted. The torment didn't stop as Arcanine continued to press his jaws around her body squeezing her before he slammed her to the ground roughly. She gasped for air as her captors picked her up with their jaws and now dragged her off somewhere, but where that might be she didn't know.
Ngoc said
Why does everyone's past have to be so tragic?I mean, literally every single backstory so far has included at least one lost/missing loved one/family member. What's up with that?


Why would you want to have a boring, basic character with no depth who had an easy life until they went and decided for no reason to join a guild. I'm not saying its a bad character or a bad idea, just not interesting, doesn't have a motive or purpose for doing things. What if the story of King Arthur started with his dad going "Hey Arthur, you're king now my dude. Here's a sword and a group of nice guys who will fight along side you and die if you ask. Oh and a crazy old wizard we found in the closet you can have he should make for a zany tale. Now you go off and have fun champ!" Feels just colorless and bland.
I did my thing :)

Is it okay I added a teeny-tiny section for like what she wears?

Name: Isra
Gender: Female
Species: Pancham
Ability: Iron Fist
Starting Level: 15
Starting Moveset: Comet Punch, Arm Thrust, Leer, Quick Guard
Attire: Isra is known for wearing a large black cloth jingasa and a formerly white, now grey poncho with a blue moon symbol on the back.
Personality: Isra is one of those independent females who seems to never even notice gender is a thing, not to prove anything but simply because of how Isra is. Easily described by many who know her as the girl who kept up with the boys. She was known as something of a defender amongst her youth group, Isra was the one who stood up for the minority not only with her voice but with her fists. Isra easily handled herself in these childish skirmishes proving to not only hold her own but bring more to the table than some could handle. She is an abrasive and rather aloof Pokemon who seems to find solace in loneliness, although only to some extent. Over the course of life, Isra has come to realize the purpose of life and how precious it can be. Isra feels her purpose in life is to defend the ones who have been beaten down too hard to defend themselves, if Isra could have a single wish it would be to be a martyr and die for a meaningful cause.
Brief History: During the short period that was her childhood Isra was part of a nomadic tribe, consisting of all different Pokemon types. Being the only clan of wandering Pokemon they were well known throughout the world but rarely seen, often others viewed them as uncivilized or barbaric but the clan was not bothered by such ignorance. They viewed Pokemon settlements as something of disruptions which would spring up in the center of nature and begin polluting or damaging the natural habitat around them. Although rather large for a nomadic group, the clan lacked sufficient power to protect themselves and often had to deal with attacks from bandits and although they often escaped unscathed, sometimes they did not. When Isra was out of her childhood but still too young to defend herself an infamous slaver tribe of wild poison Pokemon ambushed her clan. Isra was the only one who escaped being either put down or enslaved, with hopes to locate this slaver group and save everyone Isra now wanders searching for the power to do so.
The server is double posting or something today...
Hmm I could be interested in this, just curious on the balance of reality and fantasy here? Is it going to be like the games where the little foot tall Pikachu was just engulfed in a massive flamethrower by Charizard but he just falls over unconscious or is there just a pile of melted fur and flesh there now?
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