Soul

~Return of the Elements~

"Ugh..."

Devon slowly rose up from the mass of cheap fabrics and covers, his form shirtless, other than a pair of pajama pants. They were colored a devious black, with the designs of hot crimson flames licking the bottom. After the incident in prison not even a year or two ago, he felt...more comfortable whenever he was near anything that reminded him of fire, even if it was clothes. With a sigh, he messily ran a hand through his hair. He was used to waking up super early - it was around three AM, most-likely, but he had forced himself to pass out at 7 PM, so it was all good. Some would say that his sleeping schedule was screwed up, but it was quite the opposite.

The teen quickly started his morning with a quick set of thirty push-ups, his body regaining it's usual overbearing heat within seconds of starting the warmup exercise. It was something that he was used to, so, ignoring the comfortable feeling of heat, Devon grinned and flipped backwards, landing on his hands and feet. A second later, he began his morning routine of pushups. "One..." he began, easily pushing out the repetition before moving on to the next, and to the next, and the next after that. Minutes later, he was finished with his 100th repetition, and Devon stood, stretching his warmed muscles.

It was about 4 AM, so he moved to the bathroom and turned on the shower. School would be starting pretty soon, and he wanted to feel fresh for the day.

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Devon sighed, exiting his apartment with a poptart held between his teeth. His hair was styled into it's usual Mohawk, while he wore his usual 'street' clothing. Slim black jeans, red and black converse, along with a red, torn hoodie and a black muscle-shirt under that. A quick kick into his bushes caused a flame-embedded skateboard to fly from the grass, and Devon leaped onto it mid-air, flying down the street at an amazing speed, his usual rugged grin on his face. Sparks flew, unhindered, from under the metal wheels as the boy flew down urban alleyways and streets. His backpack, like always, was left at home.

Pokémon: Kanto Journeys

I'm too much of a rebel.

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"Ugh..."

Devon groaned, slowly raising his face from the mass of expensive sheets and fabrics that covered his body in it's overwhelming embrace. Cloudy blue eyes glanced around drowsily from beneath messy locks of platinum blonde hair, before the smooth face underneath it smirked slightly in triumph. He remembered where he was - especially so, considering the overbearing, snobby richness that was currently being released from the rectum of his room. He was in a pure royal blue room, complete with a double king-sized bed, a plasma screen TV, and a bathroom that was bigger than his entire apartment room back home. Devon glanced around once more, his blue eyes now half-lidded and alert. He remembered everything now that his brain was refreshed with the oxygen of life. A field trip to New York City, and the school somehow garnered enough money to fund booking more than a dozen rooms at the coolest, most epic-est hotel in America. The Four Seasons Hotel. A pretty dope name for a hotel if he had to set it straight.

"Shit...I'm late." Devon kicked off the blankets that was covering his body, quickly sliding out of bed and falling, rather uncool-like, on his butt. With a snort he leaped onto his feet, throwing the rest of the blankets lazily on the bed. Something felt wrong...but he couldn't put his finger on it. The teen glanced at his alarm clock. "12 AM? Crap...we were supposed to get into the lobby at 6." Now feeling a tad panicked, but keeping his 'cool' persona running, Devon ran towards his closet, kicking open the door and throwing on some regular clothes. A long-sleeved white and red shirt, slim dark red jeans, and black and red converse. His awesome black shades were thrown on next, and the boy glared into the mirror, giving his reflection a 'thumbs-up'. "Looking badass. Totally gonna spin some phat stacks when I get back to the crib." Although his voice was it's usual calm, apathetic drawl, the slight smirk on his face gave way to his real emotions, seeing as his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. Without a backwards glance, Devon exited his surprisingly neat room....

Only to gasp and scramble back, holding onto his mouth. The hallway....reeked! Badly. And the blood....so much blood. Although there wasn't many people running around, now that he was outside of his soundproof room, he could hear the screaming, the moaning, the gasping from the entirety of the hotel. His room, and a lot of other teenagers' rooms, was on the fifth floor of the resort, but he could still hear sounds from the floors under and above. Devon quickly regained control of his emotions, pointedly looking away from the gutted-open corpse of a nearby man. That man's stomach was like a popped piñata, and his guts like silly string. "This shit isn't cool..." He was cut-off by the corpse suddenly moving. This wasn't cool. Wasn't cool at all. The hallway was dim, but he could still see the man's glowing red eyes, and decomposing skin. Devon breathed through his mouth, grabbing a baseball bat from a nearby cart and twirling it through his hands. He had to gain control of his emotions...

With an inhaled breath, Devon brought his bat backwards, and then forward, like he was playing golf. The zombie's head exploded like a watermelon, showering the boy's shirt and pants in speckles of blood...but Devon wasn't paying attention to that. He was already adapting to this crap, if only slightly. He sighed, crouching by the body and rubbing his pale face free of blood, only to get the red liquid on his hands. This was so...so fucked.

*Gasp* Please, everyone stay calm. There has been a breach of secure- *Gasp* security. Everyone...remain cal-

Devon cursed under his breath, resting his bat against his shoulder, and looking down the hallway. The elevator was there - beeping eerily against the wall, along with the stairs that took him to Floor Four. There were Ten Floors in all, but he just wanted to get to the lobby. ..but, now that he was adjusted to the darkness, he could see quite a few more glowing crimson eyes in the darkness. So, there were more zombies...

"I could totally bust out a fresh rhyme real quick, but this shit ain't legit, never gonna qui- Damn it, no time." The small rap calmed his heartbeat, and Devon quickly regained his calm, cool posture, twirling the bat through his fingers once more before facing the direction the stairs were at. Should he go down a floor, or go up and try to warn the other teenagers...?

"Fuck my life..."

Pokémon: Back to Basics

Jinx is hot. You just jealous of her phat swag, son.

Haha, but yeah, I may nickname Charmander in the IC. Probably something like Draco, since I'm unoriginal.

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^^ Nice character. Accepted.

I'm going to start on the IC now.

Pokémon: Back to Basics

Wow...I sorta hope this RP isn't that realistic. Then it's like 'Why even be a Pokémon Trainer if it's going to cause this much shit', y'know? Haha. But the Team Rocket members are cool in that one.

Pokémon: Back to Basics

Sorry about that. Mahogany Town is basically a town I made up in my head, and it's still in Kanto - just not very connected, technology-wise, with the rest of the Kanto cities. Also, I took out the other gen Pokémon I mentioned.

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Magic: True enough, although lower amounts of people make the whole 'losing interest' thing less likely to happen, considering it's a small group. Along with that, if someone has to leave, it won't stop dozens of people from RPing - only one or two, so less arguments, impatience, or annoyance. Not to mention smaller RP's are a lot easier to manage, and they are usually neat and organized.

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Yeah, no worries.

Pokémon: Back to Basics

Name: Devon 'Ace' Hekorane

Age: Sixteen. (16)

Personality: Calm, casual, and intelligent are three words that best describes Devon. He is a very laidback guy that doesn't get angry easily, although he is quick to become annoyed, and will slice someone down in pure spat fire if bothered tremendously. He is a nice enough guy - maybe a bit too aloof and uncaring, but if you're not, in his eyes, frustrating, than he'll be kind to you as long as you return the favor. Under stressful situations, Devon is usually the guy who takes charge, unless someone else does, which, in that case, he sits back and observes the proceedings with an analytical air. He's not specifically quiet - he is, of course, emotionally withdrawn and comfortable with being alone, but Devon also enjoys cracking sarcastic jokes to release unwanted or unneeded tension. A cool teen that may seem a bit eccentric, but is just in control of his emotions, and a bit of a rebel. Often very vulgar, even when he's not annoyed or angry.

Appearance: Ace stands at the medium height of 6'1, with fair skin and a lean, slim, and muscular build from sports. His face is rather angular and chiseled - early adulthood, and his eyes are a deep, electric blue, but it seems to turn a deeper greenish color whenever it hits a certain ray of sunlight, although all of this is unnoticeable from under his glasses. Ace's hair is something that he doesn't even try to style, but seems to fall around his face perfectly. A light blonde, almost white, feathery soft mass of locks that straightens downwards. It lightly covers his forehead and eyes, as well. Ace has both of his ears pierced after failing against peer pressure, and he has a rather unnoticeable scar that trails along his left collarbone. Usually, Ace's 'style' consists of wearing a long-sleeve white and red t-shirt, slim, dark black jeans, and comfortable running shoes, along with black shades that he keeps on no matter the cost. His black and red backpack is usually slung lazily over his shoulder.

History: Ace was originally born in Kanto, though the town he was born in isn't very...well-known. At all. It was a self-reliant town focused on hard-work, training, and general use of teamwork and determination. His mother was a house mom; mostly staying at home, cooking, cleaning, and generally being the nice, doting mom while his father was a travelling adventurer, sending his son back souvenirs and photographs. At first Ace was angry at his father for his lax attitude and his ignorance when it came to matters at home, but eventually learned to just go with it. The town, which was eventually named Mahogany Town, was mostly filled with older men and women, and in turn Ace didn't have many friends. Due to this, he turned to working hard, rap making, and studying about Pokemon, seeing as Pokemon were the only things he could actually talk to and play with. Thankfully the town had many, many strong Pokémon walking around, helping with work and buildings. Eventually he was tired of just talking to them, and with them replying with passing comments of their names, and once again Ace turned to something else; battling.

The thought of travelling the regions, defeating gym leaders and becoming the Champion...it...it astounded him. At the tender age of 12, Ace started to practice with online simulators and games, getting the feel of Pokemon, their typing, and their moves. However, virtual things weren't the same as the real stuff, so he eventually got bored of it and turned back to helping out in the town. By then, most of the building work was done and much wasn't needed. Ace was originally saddened, and felt into a small depression, with nothing to do but mope around. His mother was worried, and called Ace's father, whom came back as soon as he heard that his son was depressed. A time out of the town would do him some good.

So, without any complaints, Father packed Ace's bags and the two ventured out into the world, traversing through the wilds in search of rare Pokemon and adventure. This was just what Ace needed, and he eventually transformed into his old Pokemon-loving, 'cool', beat-turnin' self. On the day of his fourteenth birthday, Ace went home to his mother, and had a small party with some of his friends and his father and mother. His last present was a letter written by his dad...telling him to capitalize on his dreams, along with a ticket to the S.S Anne. It was with a heavy heart that Ace boarded the train...and rode away from his little island, and towards the mainland of Kanto - and therefore, Pallet. His father allowed him to fly his Staraptor the rest of the way, and once Ace arrived in Pallet, and rented a room at an inn, his father's Staraptor quickly flying back to Mahogany Town.

Pokémon: Charmander

Pokémon: Back to Basics

I'm sort of already going over my future team in my head. It's something I instinctively do before I even start the game.

So, since I'm bored and I'm currently babysitting, I'm going to make my character really quickly - will this be held in Pallet Town?