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𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

Hades

Hades took one last look down the hall before shutting the doors to his office allowing for privacy between the 4 men. “I appreciate you all coming down here on such short notice.” Hades' tone shifted drastically from his more welcoming tone during his conversation with Thor, to a more cold and stern one. “We have a lot to discuss, but first there is a matter of importance that we have to address first.” As Hades finished his gaze landed on the youngest of the men.

“We gave him a basic run down for you sir, so he could process a bit of it on the way over.”

Hades nodded as he stepped towards the youngest man in the room “Normally I prefer to do this in better circumstances and allow for things to sink in slowly but given the current situation we don't have much choice. Regardless however you were nominated by your father to take his place and I'm sure you'll live up to every expectation, just like your dad did before you.” Hades stuck out his hand offering it to the young man as he continued. “But ultimately this is your choice to make, once you make a deal with me there is no going back.”

The young man took only a moment to process what was being said before he nodded “I'm ready to serve just like my father did.” He stated confidently before grabbing Hades hand shaking it sealing the deal.

Hades' eyes glowed red slightly as he smirked at the young man “Glad you made the right choice.” As soon as he had finished shaking his hand Hades made his way over to a large painting that depicted a beautiful countryside that hung on his office walls. Behind the painting was a fairly large safe door that once opened revealed a small stack of documents and a gold coin which he grabbed before returning everything as it was. “This is now the most important thing in your possession. You are to keep it on you at all times. It not only shows your rank but is also your free ticket.” as he spoke, Hades held up the coin so that it was easily visible. It was a small gold coin roughly the size of a 50 cent coin. What made the coin unique however was that on one side a simple skull was depicted while on the other side the image of a ferryman.

“Welcome to the club Johny, your father would be proud of you. Rest his soul.” The olderman had taken a step forward grabbing the boy by the shoulders. “You're in the big leagues now, just like me and Nero here.”

“Thanks Paulie. I've been looking forward to today.”

“Now then to the matter at hand.” Hades said from his now seated position behind his desk as the three men quickly snapped their attention to him. “As you know today was our annual little get together for the whole family along with some others like us. But things were cut short when.” Hades paused for a second doing his best to contain the swelling anger that was rising in him. “It was cut short by my son and daughter falling from the damn skylight. Dead. Fucking Dead!!” Hades yelled the last portion of his sentence as he slammed his fist into the desk denting it slightly. “I want whoever did this, and I want them alive.”

The oldest man of the three, Paulie, showed the same emotions as Hades did as he spoke “Don't you worry bout a thing boss. We’ll find the son of a bitch who thinks they can get away with it.”

“We got any leads yet?” Nero, the middle aged man added in, “I can't imagine someone wanting to hurt those two kids.”

“Well my gut feeling would be my whore of a brother and his snake of a wife. They tried once before and I won't put it past them trying again.” Hades paused for a moment to think about his statement, it was true that he still suspected his brother but something was telling him that Zeus wasn’t the cause of his problems this time. “For the time being we're going to play this by ear until we get more info. Nero put in a call to our friends at the station and see if they can help shed some light on what my niece finds out after today. Other than that, do whatever you have to find answers. I don't care how many skulls you have to crack or how much blood needs to flow so long as we find whoever did this.”
The three men nodded as they made their way for the door before Johnny was stopped by Hades once again. “And Johnny, you're a boss now. You speak with my authority and understand. Anyone questions that you put them inline. No time for fuck ups.”

Once Hades was the last one left and he was sure the three had fully left the premises he let out a breath of exhaustion he didn't know he was holding in. He let his hand hang in his hands for a few moments allowing his mind to drift off for just the slightest bit of peace until he was interrupted by the loud sound of the grandfather clock ticking away. Hades turned to stare at the clock for a minute almost in a daze as he watched the second hand rhythmically tick away with each passing second.

“Why do you haunt me so?”

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CuChulainn, Hound of Ulster

Hound of Ulster
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CuChulainn}

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	Charlie Hunnam | #007236 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Hound of Ulster, Protector of Ireland, Champion of Warriors, CuChulainn ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ War and Heros ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Celtic ☘️

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ☘️ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I'm gonna stand on top with my hands in the sky}}

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 The Hound of Ulster
The Hound of Ulster

^{Like a beast CuChulainn holds within him a fierce power that once made him famous across the lands. Though that power has diminished greatly He still is able to draw on said power whenever he is enraged. Once this happens CuChulainns body changes slightly with his muscles bulking out more, his hair growing sharper along with his face and teeth becoming more animalistic. With this great strength comes the down side of losing control much like a wild animal as well as taking quite a toll on his body when he finally calms down.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ☘️ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{I’ll go down in history}}

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𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☘️ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Or will I be forgotten}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ☘️ CuChulainn is one of the lesser known gods that watched over Ireland and her people that called the green land home. CuChulainn himself was born under the name Sentante out of a love between his mortal mother and his divine father, Lugh the long arm. Though he never knew his father or his true origin, Sentante was nevertheless blessed with strength and abilities that greatly overshadowed that of man in his village. Even as a child he failed to find a proper challenge and most of the time ended up facing all the other children alone to make games fair. One fateful day an elder man visited the village and offered the young boy an invitation to his feast. CuChulainn agreed to attend after he had finished beating the other children in yet another game. After finishing the game Sentante made his way to the elders house as the sun set behind him. Because he had been so late the elder had put his beast of a guard dog out to protect the house while the attendees feasted, having forgotten about his invitation to Sentante. As Sentante came close to the house the beast awoke and began growling at the young boy before lunging towards him. Though the beast dwarfed him Sentante easily defeated the beast by driving his Shillelagh deep in its skull. After hearing the commotion the occupants hurried outside fearful to see Setante being devoured, but were shocked to see it was the boy who prevailed. Feeling bad for the death of the guard dog Setante swore servitude to both the elder and the king who he served. As payment to ensure he could keep his promise the king offered Setanta his choice of any weapon in the kingdom and bestowed upon him the new name CuChulainn. Many years later, after many adventures and feats that would forever place his names in the history books, CuChulainn finally met his end. Standing alone against the invading army that threatened his home he stared death in the face as the enemy queen marched ever closer. His strength had been drained after the Morrigan tricked him and gave him the omen of death. Having held off the first wave of soldiers, CuChulainn could feel life slipping from him and thus tied himself to a stone atop a hill just to stay on his feet as his life slowly faded from his eyes. Thus concluded the Tale of Cuchulainn, the hero of Ireland who died on his feet and stood as a warning to all who would invade the lands he swore to protect. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ☘️ Unlike many of the gods that fell from their devine place CuChulainn never made it to earth but rather fell into a purgatory of sorts where he has remained until now. While in this dream state CuChulainn would be blessed with many visions of both things that once were and things that were yet to be. Some of these were pleasant memories of his triumphs or ideal dreams of him sitting upon the throne with his healthy children around him and a beautiful woman by his side. Others though were horrible nightmares that tormented him eternally over his failure to defend his people as he was forced to watch his people placed in chains and his name erased from history. Now though CuChulainn has awoken in a strange place and time even weaker than when he ascended to live with the gods. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ☘️ CuChulainn, like all great warriors, wishes for his name to be remembered and to have its own place in the history books. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ☘️ CuChulainn’s biggest fear is that his name will be forgotten to history just as it has buried so many others.

One Piece Ebb and Flow of Tides Unknown

Ive thought about having a devil fruit ability just not really sure on what kind/ what power it would have.

Potential One Piece RP

AS of now Id say I could be interested in playing the surgeon of the crew.

Potential One Piece RP

This seems cool. Just started watching one piece not that long ago so I might be tempted to join.

𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙀𝙉𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 ⌜ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ⌟

𝐦 𝐞 𝐫 𝐜 𝐲
𝐦 𝐞 𝐫 𝐜 𝐲

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 @Aewin, 𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 @sly13 & 𝘏𝘢𝘵𝘪 @KZOMBI3

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Blood.

Divine blood.

It stained the bottom of Persephone’s shoes a deep red, the glass crunching beneath her feet as she tread closer to the scene. Dread filled her stomach, something telling her not to see. Not to explore further into the room, but her feet moved before her mind did.

The mangled bodies of her children met her eyes, punishing her for her curiosity. Her first words were inaudible, and frankly Persephone was barely in control of herself in the first place. She fell to her knees beside her children, one shaky hand touching Macaria’s cold face while the other reached for Zagreus’ hand. Neither moved beneath her. There was no life in them.

A sinking pain enveloped her heart, numbing the sharp dig of glass shards into the Goddess’s legs. “Λουλούδι μου, please, wake up. Hades, why are they lying here? Why? Why?”

The world around Hades seemed to fade away into nothingness until all he could see was his wife's crouching figure and the lifeless bodies of his two children. The whispers and the murmurs no longer could be heard by the god as they were replaced with the sounds of his own heart beating. As he stared at the body of his lifeless son for the second time in his long life Hades felt truly powerless for the first time in his long existence. As the feeling of hopelessness began to set in, Hades noticed his wife had asked him the simplest of questions and he felt his spirit destroyed once again.

Hades felt his knees give as he grabbed his wife and embraced her as tightly as he could not caring about the shards of glass digging deep into his flesh. “I'm so sorry, Persephone. I'm so sorry.” Hades did his best to console her as he slowly whispered the apology to his wife.

Persephone clung onto Hades like a lifeline, but it couldn’t wipe the blood that burned her palms - the blood of her, their children. Zagreus, who they had only just gotten back before the fall and Macaria who still was growing into a strong woman in her own right. No more would Persephone get to use mortal technology to contact them, if only to hear their voices after a bad day. Their family of five was now a family of three and Persephone wasn’t sure if they would be lucky to get their children back a second time. “I’ll… I’ll kill them! I’ll kill them all. Somebody harmed our children” She hoarsely promised into Hades’ shoulder. “We’ll get them back. They’re waiting for us at the gates, we’ll get them back.”

After having rounded up the mortals and assured them that the situation was nothing other than a murder mystery luncheon - of which they believed quite easily - Hati returned to the main area where the commotion had taken off. There were some missing pieces of this game, having slipped out from under the brilliant detective's nose, to which he scowled.

Eyes darting around the room they landed on the grieving parents kneeled down beside the bodies. As quick as the wind, and just as graceful, he was beside them gently laying a hand to Hades’ well tailored suit, motioning for the pair of them to stand. It was a tricky thing for the white wolf to be so careful, trepidation wasn’t a strong look on him and he worried what the outcome of being so close to the Greeks would be. Yet, here he was, biting his tongue from spilling too much information to upset them further and end his life this day as well.

“Come, we must get you out of here,” His voice was low and soft, a whisper to anyone else listening in, “There is nothing more for you to do here. Don’t let your wife suffer more with this sight…” If he couldn’t pull them away with physical strength he would pull via the heartstrings. No one, parent or child, should have to sit among their dead like this.

As Persephone sobbed and threatened the world many times over, Hades just held her tighter as he tried to comfort her. “I promise I'll find them and when I do they will wish Tartarus was their destination.” Hades could barely contain his anger and his sorrow within him but did his best if only for his wifes sake.

As he was attempting to comfort his wife Hades felt hand on his shoulder causing his head to whip around. His eyes glared at the poor soul who dared to touch him at a time like this. As the lord of the dead stared at the intruder he nodded at his words agreeing with the norse god before turning to his wife. “We need to leave honey.” he whispered to her as he lifted her from the ground and began carrying her away from the scene. ‘Charon, if you're still down there, please guide our children across the river.’

The presence of Hati was no comfort. Persephone was ready to wrap her hands around the young God’s throat for daring to take her from her children but Hades’ firm arms around her body kept her grounded in their reality. What good would it do harming Hati when he was likely one of the few that they could rely on? “What of Melinoë, Hati? Where is my daughter?” Panic started ebbing up her throat as her thoughts grew uncontrolled.

When she rounded on him Hati feared more for his life than with Hades. A mother's wrath is nothing compared to a father's. Scanning the room around them once more he noticed that Melinoë had long since been pulled away, a blessing in disguise. Steeling himself the Norse wolf turned to her with a small smile that didn't seem to reach his eyes, "Phobos and Apollo have pulled her away. Most likely taking her back to the Acropolis." Extending his hand to the Queen of the Underworld he motioned with his head once more towards the door.

"We really need to get you two out of here. Someplace safe. I don't have to know it, just get there and wait to hear from Athena and Artemis, they're running point," With an added thought he continued on, "We're going to find who did this to your children. It's not just an attack on you, it's an attack on us all."

Hades nodded at hearing that his daughter was safe, or at least with other gods for the time being though he would much prefer her under his watch. As they exited the door Hades glared towards the valet who appeared to be shocked for only a moment before running away with the keys to grab their car. In truth Hades was not happy about being told to sit on the sidelines as the norseman was insinuating they do. This feeling wasn't exactly helped either by the fact that his nieces were apparently taking charge of the situation. It wasn't that he did not believe in their ability, if anyone from their pantheon could find something it would be the goddess of wisdom herself. But the last thing Hades wanted was to be left out of the loop of information while Athena reported to his brother Zeus. “Well if they learn anything please let us know.” Hades let his words hang with a hint of threat to them that he was sure Hati could detect.

Likewise Persephone struggled with the idea of handing over all control to the rest of the Gods, but Hades’ threat was enough to quell the growing storm in her chest. She left a hand on his arm, hoping it was as comforting as he had been to her. Leaving it up to Athena was the best they could do for now. Persephone could trust the Goddess, her friend, but that trust in the other Gods was beginning to wane. One look at Hades confirmed that neither of them intended on staying out of the investigation for long. She gripped his hand, “Come, αγάπη μου, let us get some rest. We will need our strength, so that even the Erinyes will be begging for our mercy when we find the ανόητος αρουραίος that dared to cross our family.”

The valet returned with the keys, shakily offering to the God without looking him in the eyes, as to avoid incurring his wrath. Before climbing into the car, Persephone turned to Hati to offer him one last look. “Thank you, Hati. I, too, hope to hear something soon.” ‘For all our sakes’ remained unsaid.

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Should be ready to go

CuChulainn, Hound of Ulster

Hound of Ulster
_{CuChulainn 
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	Charlie Hunnam | #007236 ████████████████████████ 𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊   𝕿 𝖍 𝖊 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 ⌜ 𝐄 𝐏 𝐈 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐓 ⌟ Hound of Ulster, Protector of Ireland, Champion of Warriors, CuChulainn ⌜ 𝐃 𝐎 𝐌 𝐀 𝐈 𝐍 ⌟ War and Heros ⌜ 𝐏 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Celtic ☘️

𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 ☘️ 𝐏 𝐎 𝐖 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
_{^{I'm gonna stand on top with my hands in the sky}}

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 The Hound of Ulster
The Hound of Ulster

^{Like a beast CuChulainn holds within him a fierce power that once made him famous across the lands. Though that power has diminished greatly He still is able to draw on said power whenever he is enraged. Once this happens CuChulainns body changes slightly with his muscles bulking out more, his hair growing sharper along with his face and teeth becoming more animalistic. With this great strength comes the down side of losing control much like a wild animal as well as taking quite a toll on his body when he finally calms down.}

𝐈 𝐍 𝐍 𝐄 𝐑 ☘️ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐋 𝐅
_{^{I’ll go down in history}}

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	████████████████████████ т н є м σ я т α ℓ   т н є м σ я т α ℓ ⌜ 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐀 𝐒 ⌟ Conor McQuillan ⌜ 𝐑 𝐄 𝐂 𝐎 𝐑 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐀 𝐆 𝐄 ⌟ 25 ⌜ 𝐒 𝐄 𝐗 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 & 𝐆 𝐄 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 ⌟ Hetreosexual Male ⌜ 𝐎 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐏 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ⌟ Unemployed at the moment

𝐋 𝐈 𝐅 𝐄 ☘️ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘
_{^{Or will I be forgotten}}

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▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲   𝐌 𝐲 𝐭 𝐡 𝐨 𝐥 𝐨 𝐠 𝐲 ⌜ 𝕯 𝖎 𝖛 𝖎 𝖓 𝖊 𝕷 𝖎 𝖋 𝖊 ⌟ ☘️ CuChulainn is one of the lesser known gods that watched over Ireland and her people that called the green land home. CuChulainn himself was born under the name Sentante out of a love between his mortal mother and his divine father, Lugh the long arm. Though he never knew his father or his true origin, Sentante was nevertheless blessed with strength and abilities that greatly overshadowed that of man in his village. Even as a child he failed to find a proper challenge and most of the time ended up facing all the other children alone to make games fair. One fateful day an elder man visited the village and offered the young boy an invitation to his feast. CuChulainn agreed to attend after he had finished beating the other children in yet another game. After finishing the game Sentante made his way to the elders house as the sun set behind him. Because he had been so late the elder had put his beast of a guard dog out to protect the house while the attendees feasted, having forgotten about his invitation to Sentante. As Sentante came close to the house the beast awoke and began growling at the young boy before lunging towards him. Though the beast dwarfed him Sentante easily defeated the beast by driving his Shillelagh deep in its skull. After hearing the commotion the occupants hurried outside fearful to see Setante being devoured, but were shocked to see it was the boy who prevailed. Feeling bad for the death of the guard dog Setante swore servitude to both the elder and the king who he served. As payment to ensure he could keep his promise the king offered Setanta his choice of any weapon in the kingdom and bestowed upon him the new name CuChulainn. Many years later, after many adventures and feats that would forever place his names in the history books, CuChulainn finally met his end. Standing alone against the invading army that threatened his home he stared death in the face as the enemy queen marched ever closer. His strength had been drained after the Morrigan tricked him and gave him the omen of death. Having held off the first wave of soldiers, CuChulainn could feel life slipping from him and thus tied himself to a stone atop a hill just to stay on his feet as his life slowly faded from his eyes. Thus concluded the Tale of Cuchulainn, the hero of Ireland who died on his feet and stood as a warning to all who would invade the lands he swore to protect. ██████████████████████ 𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲   𝐁 𝐢 𝐨 𝐠 𝐫 𝐚 𝐩 𝐡 𝐲 ⌜ м σ я т α ℓ ℓ ι f є ⌟ ☘️ Unlike many of the gods that fell from their devine place CuChulainn never made it to earth but rather fell into a purgatory of sorts where he has remained until now. While in this dream state CuChulainn would be blessed with many visions of both things that once were and things that were yet to be. Some of these were pleasant memories of his triumphs or ideal dreams of him sitting upon the throne with his healthy children around him and a beautiful woman by his side. Others though were horrible nightmares that tormented him eternally over his failure to defend his people as he was forced to watch his people placed in chains and his name erased from history. Now though CuChulainn has awoken in a strange place and time even weaker than when he ascended to live with the gods. ██████████████████████ 𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬   𝐌 𝐨 𝐭 𝐢 𝐯 𝐚 𝐭 𝐢 𝐨 𝐧 𝐬 ⌜ α м в ι т ι σ и ѕ ⌟ ☘️ CuChulainn, like all great warriors, wishes for his name to be remembered and to have its own place in the history books. ⌜ f є α я ѕ ⌟ ☘️ CuChulainn’s biggest fear is that his name will be forgotten to history just as it has buried so many others.

Star Wars: Aeons

always down for some star wars. Leaning mostly to a Mandalorian of some kind.

Pokemon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

alright that covers most of the questions i had as of now. Really hope this takes off though as I really like the idea of this os far.

Pokemon: Hoenn - Make a Wish

sorry for the late reply. Most of my questions will probably be answered as we move forward in terms of battles and what not. One question I did have is about the moves matching the Pokémon's typing. and would that mean Pokémon don't learn moves they normally would in the games if they don't fit the type. An example would be like Gengar who normally knows stuff like hypnosis but its a psychic move.

Just wondering but i do like the idea of battles being more thematic and less about min maxing and do like the idea of trainings Pokémon to overcome weaknesses or what not.

Also as a side how would we be doing starters and such?