VidyaParamia

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

Ah shooks, you're welcome.

Paramia's Character Hoarding Closet

Basic
Age: 28
Nickname: Jagdreiterin* , Fänger* , Kaltherzig*
Gender: Female
Nationality: German
Hometown: Bremen, Germany
Horoscope: Capricorn

Personal

Personality: She is blunt and honest, but she is also deceiving and a liar. To determine the truth is to catch the prey in action. Often appears disinterested until blood is spilled, and is considered two-faced in most of her actions. However, don't always be so wary, she can be sweet and caring if you pay for it.

Likes: Flowers, Alcohol, Killing for Fun
Dislikes: Cheap Pay, People Taller than Her, Being Ignored
Hobbies: Not Interested

Backstory: Viktoria is a dysfunctional being who has developed sociopathic needs that only grew when she first became a Reaper. Over ten years ago, among her first year as a reaper, she committed a mass homicide in her hometown out of pure enjoyment. Only few still talk about her actions till this day only to warn newer Reapers to steer clear from her path, however, her actions has led to the prevention of being higher than a Class C Reaper. Some say to protect younger and newer reapers from unfortunate fate. Unfortunately, not all new reapers can escape her grasp as some willingly seek her out of curiosity or in aid to find their souls that need to be reaped. That is thanks to her useful skill in stalking and can almost always find the targeted soul, though it never comes without a price for those who ask for her aid.
Despite her history, she is also known to be rather simple and can sometimes be seen as friendly. Her life prior to being a Reaper is rather a tad unknown, but rumor has, she has a child somewhere. Viktoria will not deny nor confirm these rumors, though rather ignore the question and turn away. Can a friend really be found in a sociopath?

Skills

Reaping Class: C *
Years in Business: Eleven years
Reaping Weapon: Pike that is said to be freezing to the touch of anyone
that touches it, that is not it's owner.
Reaping Method: "Returning Illusion"
Viktoria will continually stalk a soul pending to be reaped and act out as different people in the soul's life. Usually as a bystander, but will cause enough attention so the soul will notice her, even if that means she has to bump into them on 'accident'. Once the soul has become frightened enough or even has made the judgment to approach, then will Viktoria reap them in the most amusing way possible for her at the time.

Mass Reap: "Freezing Rain"
Depending on the time and range of area; it will begin to rain unusual freezing droplets. It emits an aura the most other reapers can sense but humans cannot. This rain is ineffective towards those souls who are not ready to be reaped but for those who are will begin to suffer hypothermia despite how many layers of protection they have. Once the soul has become immobile, an icicle will form within the human body itself and reach outward piercing the skin. This icicle cannot be seen by human eyes and it is very rare for a human to be breathing after the icicle reaching through the skin from the inside due to inner organs already being damaged.

Strength: Patient, Intelligent, Fast, Master Trickster, and Highly Skilled in Finding Targeted Soul

Weakness: Lacks in Strength, Cannot Run for very Long, Has Sociopath Needs
*Meaning She has a tendency to kill before reap, a violation of a Law.

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

[Drops her Character Sheet on the table and walks away slowly.] That moment you had an idea fleshed out, then get distracted from something so you're left to bullshit from the fragments of your idea.
Ah I forgot to do Appearance. Other than that, can you check it to make sure it's doable @The Bork Lazer?[huffs]

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

I have a few questions about the Character Sheet @The Bork Lazer.

1. Is "P.K.M.N Trainer Identity" basically like a nickname?

2. For the Exam Report, will you be giving us our test results or how do you want us to go about that?

Shattered Reflections - A Pokemon RP (OPEN FOR APPLICATION)

P.K.M.N Trainer Identity: Opora


Current Rank: Novice

Gender: Female

Age: 26

Physical Description: Relatively thin, not healthy but not malnourished. Valora has long burgundy hair with some strands of crimson red that is often straight and becomes more crimson in the sun. Clothing stays simple and more times than not, shirts are black in color while pants varies in shades of blue (Jeans). Her skin is fair, smooth with some scaring on her hands from hunting Rattata in her younger years and paying the price of biting. Though it does not bother her. Hazel eyes often seem empty but her smile will always shine through no matter how false it is.

Medical History:

Medical Info

Blood Type: AB
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 140 Average
Mental Health: Diagnosed with Severe Depression/Anxiety but tries not show it.
Diseases: None
Injuries: None

History: Originally from Fuchsia City, Valora grew up in the presence of a corrupt way of living. Her parents were locally well-known petty thieves though far from being notorious and frequently brought home various of foods and other living supplies. Sure, it was to survive, but it was no way of a proper living which eventually led up to Valora's depression. During her time there at a young age, her family had a 'pet' Ekans that was often caged when her parents were home. They did not care for the Ekans and simply left it to do what Ekans do best, whatever that was to be. But Valora enjoyed the Ekans presence, and when her parents were not home, should would let it out and even play around with it while being cautious in some way. Sometimes Valora would even go out nearby and catch field Rattatas to feed to the Ekans, though Rattata bites were never pleasant. They eventually developed a bond that she never had with her parents.
One day, when Valora turned 16 she overheard some kids talking next door about becoming trainers one day. Days passed after hearing about becoming a 'trainer', laying in her room with Ekans who was moved into her room by her Mother. This could be her only chance. Hesitation swept over the young girl as she looked over to her friend, Ekans. Giving a slight nod to herself, she got up grabbing Ekans out of it's cage and darting out the door when her Parents were not present. No where to go, no survival skills, just a little trust in her friend and a world full of danger. But good was on her side.
It was only a couple of days since Valora ran from home, and they were already struggling to survive. Nights were horror and daytime was never as easy as it seems. Valora wasn't alone though. A small caravan was approaching and Valora did not hesitate to stop it and plead. The caravan rider was accompanied by rather large mons, but felt pity for the girl and her Ekans. So, taking her aboard hiding her in the back of the cargo, they made their way through and ended up in Cerulean City where the rider was going to drop off merchandise. With a thanks, Valora got off and began her life in the beautiful blue city, where not only she enjoys seafood delicacies, but started on her path becoming a trainer. Years have passed living day by day on the streets of Cerulean City, and she has finally just made due with a small apartment working a part-time job. The only thing left on her list to accomplish was to pass the Exam to become an official Trainer. Valora and Ekans had a lot of work ahead of them, and she was determined. Valora has not seen the Caravan Rider since her arrival in Cerulean City...

Academic/Exam Proctor Report:
Physical ; 1 to 10 ; Achieved 4
Agility ; 1 to 10; Achieved 8
Mental ; 1 to 10 ; Achieved 6 with Handicap

Valora Yukai has shown great determination during her testing along with showing she is a fast, tactical thinker. However, she lacks in physical strength and was listed with a 'Handicap' due to her Severe Depression/Anxiety which can get in the way in some situations.
While being tested in team based situations, she shown to be loyal and caring of her teammates putting them before her. Which can also be a downfall.
Overall, she has passed with a 92% and has seen her determination as a strength.

Confirmation of Starter Pokemon: Ekans

Paramia's Character Hoarding Closet

Name: Safina Gamden <Amberlit Gypsy>
Age: Thirty Four (34)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pan

Birth: 12/6/xx
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Hometown: Elko, Nevada
Favorite Color: Violet
Gem: Amethyst

Current Occupation: Exotic Dancer
Past Occupation: Prostitution
Lifestyle: Drifter
Condition: Healthy, Minor Complications

Personality: Safina is the kind of girl who doesn't worry what the next day will hold for her, she just goes with the flow like a gentle breeze. There is never a moment to waste worrying. Despite her past, she is a positive woman and a great listener however she is less of a talker. Through the fragile bones of this body lies a huge heart. Safina enjoys keeping those around her positive and giving a hand when it's needed most. However, she consider things to get dull easily leaving bored of many situations, as well as she will say what is on her mind.

Mentality: Overly aware of her physical appearance, Safina finds it important to eat healthy and keep a "perfect body". This has pushed her at times to the point of anorexia. While she enjoys saying what is on her mind, she has a brutal outlook on situations making her seem rude in some cases. It is just natural for her to see the world darker than what it could be.

Biography: A wanderer at heart, Safina has been on foot since she was just a young girl. No one ever taught her to stick her feet firm in the ground or what it was meant to be 'truly loved'. Safina abandoned her birth home at the age of fourteen leaving her parents behind with no given reason outraging her family. Even till this day, she could not remember what drove her out of her home and away from family; though it would be a 'call' of sorts. With the clothes on her back and nothing more, Safina taught herself to survive the dark, cruel world. Though a moment of regret never crossed her mind.
There is no family by her side to support her, and very few 'friends' she could rely on who were not popping pills. Safina has done it all in her time from drugs to prostitution and stealing to honest work. Nothing seemed to please her, now she stays on foot in hopes a burst of good luck will come her way. Currently, Safina works as an Exotic Dancer living slightly better than she ever had as her name shines brighter than most. Despite a few poor habits she picked up from her past dealing with drugs and alcohol; Safina is considered to be in good shape with a steady head on her shoulders.


Safina's Introduction
Strong bass tempos echo throughout a raving building of lights and the scent of alcohol. The lyrics of the music has long since been muffled out with the tempos. Howling of anxious men could be heard in all corners of the building, many gather around the many of stages. The stages were topped with a block of rough, white powdered, glass designed for slip resistance. Stages were decorated with strobes and bright lights, dollar bills covered the stage making it difficult to see it’s whiteness.
Up on the stage was a woman swaying her body back and forth, amber-like hair whipping around to the force of motion. A fake smile reaches cheekbone to cheekbone, no man to tell the difference of the real smile of a woman from the fake of a stripper’s. Her once baby blues that looked over everyone were now grey from sorrow, the idea of lifelessness. “Let’s see some of that paper for Amberlit Gypsy!” was shouted out from a man behind a table, men begun to toss their money out towards her. ‘Amberlit’ wore nothing more than bedazzled undergarments which grew popular in the younger generations. Black and hues of bright green were her most corresponding colors used during the show. She danced with a metal pole as if it were a person of true love, passionate and fulfilling. The crowd of anxious men were nothing but figures of shadows, the only person Amberlit was to love was no person at all, but the pole. She jumped up onto the pole reaching to the top, legs spread outwards showing the flesh of her groin teasingly showing her outer lips of her ‘sanctuary’, but keeping it concealed. Twirling her body around, she slithered down the pole on her back like a viper flipping back onto her stomach pressing herself against it. The muscles of her arse shake repeatedly showing everyone her capabilities.
Amberlit has been working at the Cherry Bomb gentlemen’s club for over four years, each night more blank than the next. In the back of the building was a bar and the stairway to the Stripper’s Area, some of the Strippers could be seen coming down to start their shift. “Give a hand to that wandering body up there!” The same voice from before echoed up to the stage. That was the cue for Amberlit to get off stage and let the next one get on. Below was the sweeper gathering up her money in a bin that has been laying on stage, she was helped off stage and she made her way through the crowd with ease thanks to the bouncer. Many howled for her wanted their private session but today she had no plans on taking any. Making it to the front of the bar, she was handed a bottle of water by the bartender who gave her a soft smile, and Amberlit walked towards the stairs. Stopping, she looked back noticing something amiss.

Paramia's Character Hoarding Closet

Unique Character Posting, Strays from the typical Character Sheets.

Name: Relvira An'Aera
Name Meaning: An'Aera means "hand song".
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual
Race: Elf

Birth: 12/3/xx
Zodiac: Sagittarius
Hometown: Kingdom of Amalar
Favorite Color: White
Gem: Opal

Current Occupation: None
Lifestyle: Wandering “Innocence”
Condition: Confused, Healthy

Being born into the Kingdom of Amalar, Relvira was raised to care for those around them. Living with their family, they learned how to make medicine for wounds and minor illnesses along with how to comfort those around them with song. People would come into their family's home in need of aid and not once has their family rejected the trespassers, nor charged them a golden coin for their service. In Relvira's younger years, they mainly enjoyed themselves to child play with their sister, Gevi. Sometimes Relvira would play a special harp, crafted by their great grandfather, its notes carries off into the distance enchanting all who hear with a smile on their face. With golden waves of sun-kissed hair and an blue ocean shimmering in light for eyes, Relvira was highly popular among the towns people for their feminine beauty. Every townsfolk of Amalar knew what their family did for a living and it was normal, non-magical and a non-profit "doctors". By the time Relvira shifted into their rising cycle of adulthood, they took over their parents positions as doctors accomplishing further deeds as each folk that walked in their home left as healthy as they were before. They even begun aiding in love and personal problems making them an oracle of sorts in the eyes of some. Gevi grew jealous of the attention her sibling received as Gevi could never once get the smallest piece of it.
One evening, the King of Amalar have decided that magic was forbidden in their kingdom as threats from outside of their glass dome of a kingdom closed in. Relvira's parents were taken away by the Guardsmen for execution as curing one's illness quicker than a day was too unnatural. The siblings were left to watch their parents face death by stone, many townfolk were nervous to participate in such act as they were treated by these people at least once in their life times. Eventually the townsfolk were forced to throw each stone until there were no more, and as the sibling's parents died from bleeding, they could say nothing other than "We're Sorry." However, Relvira continued to aid the people of Amalar.
As the sorrow grew within them, they needed to find a way to cope with their problems and thus she begun to sing out loud. Singing each broken note in tears to the folk that entered their home. However, healing never came again from them as the ill got worse and the wounded would bleed out as they carried on their notes. Poor Relvira could not understand why, why they no longer they had the touch of healing love. In distraught, they became ill as their body grew thinner and their voice was silenced. The body became pale and eyes like a cursed ocean. Yet, the harp still was plucked by their fingers and it's tune still sounded as beautiful as it once did but her voice could not be of company.
Gevi grew desperate for the attention, and could not help but to imagine forsaken things she could do to her sibling. A worn piece of paper stabbed to a wall at a pub offered gold for anyone who turned in a witch, or someone of magic. It has clearly been ignored by the drunkards in the pub but Gevi saw an opportunity, an opportunity for fame and gold. So she convinced her sibling to come out of their parents house to enjoy some time together in the square. Hesitant at first, Relvira wore heavy clothes to hide from view as they were afraid they may be accused like their parents were. Things were just casual walks, and upbeat conversations but by the time Gevi and Revira reached to square, Gevi stopped walking. "What's wrong si-" Relvira was confused to why their sister stopped walking, but before they were able to finish their sentence; "Here! A witch! A witch!" Gevi shouted. Relvira's world went dark, their own blood ratted them out as a witch, but they were no witch so the believed. Relvira tried to defend their case but none would listen and shortly the Guards of Amalar were present. Everyone around turned into a daemon's growl in their opinion and they could no longer stand there in pain. The pain caused Relvira to scream like a banshee as the townspeople fell before them, tears of blood dripping down. No, it did not make sense. They were suppose to be a maiden of healing, did they...did they kill them?
Everything froze around them as they begun to run away from everything they once knew. Their run seemed like it was forever before they could stop but Relvira made it to the Gael Forest and none of the Guards of Amalar could be heard. In the midst of the forest was an elder tree that ruled over all, its branches spread out wide as leaves occasionally drifted to the ground. Exhausted, Relvira collapsed near the elder tree later known as Talok. A feeling of relief wrapped them like a warm blanket on a cold, winter night. The feeling caused them to fall into slumber but by the time they woke, night has set and the moonlight shined in their eyes. With the little strength they had at the time, they sat up trying to focus their eyes but panic lingered within them once again. Relvira struggled to see the things around them. Moments passed before they were able to calm themselves down, and when they did a human-like figure appeared before them. "Who...are you?" Relvira said. The figure walked up to them, bending down and placed a hand on their forehead humming a soft tune. "Poisoned, you are. Light is your enemy..." Thus, a bright light blinded Relvira and they collapsed back down to the ground. When they awoke once more, the sun was beginning to rise and the birds chirped nearby. However, their vision was still blurred. Looking around the forest everything seemed fine but there was something bothering them that they could not shake. A crisp leaf fell onto Relvira's hair, reaching out to dispose of it; their skin was white. Through their blurred vision they noticed that their skin was as white as moonlight, and hair silver waves. Like hair that has been wet for hours. Who and what were they? The sun reached high in the sky of blue hues, Relvira vanished from view blinded by light only to return when moonlight shines.
Years passed as Relvira stayed in the woods, the purest white of them all. Kingdom of Amalar no longer lingered in their mind other than a burden to the Forest of Gael. Each and every twilight morning, Relvira would play a harp mysteriously crafted of wood and silver that was found long ago. Since then they never put it down, playing melodies to awake the creatures every morning. Some would gather around them listening to their fingers pluck the seeds of the harp. Relvira's life was in order and despite their curse of poisoned love, they still hummed soft tunes.
It felt okay to be in such a condition. To be away from danger, to not have to worry about trusting those who would stab. None could hurt them, and they could hurt none. Relvira may have been cursed but they believed they were not a witch. All they ever wanted to do was take after their parents and heal the hurt, but those people have betrayed their family which outraged Relvira at times. Though to be able to continue playing their favorite instrument with little creatures who would listen all that mattered. Every night, they could be found roaming the Forest in plain view in their pure form of moonlight silver. Their eyes were the only color left of distinction, the cursed ocean blues that never disappeared. By twilight, Relvira is with Talok the Elder Tree playing their musical release. Then by morning, the disappear from view like a hidden soul.
One day, animals retreated from a disturbance in the distance heading towards the Elder Tree. Relvira was concerned for their creatures of the forest and ventured in sunlight to see what was the tainting disturbance. Hunters from the Kingdom of Amalar were found in search of something. Still invisible due to their curse, Relvira managed to close in on the Hunters to listen to them talk but Relvira was no fighter. Learning there was a price for their head after so many years frightened them, in fright, Relvira attempted to run off but made the mistake of causing noise. The hunters were able to catch a glimpse of an outline, immediately they determined it was Relvira. Only a 'witch' could have such a cloaking skill. In danger, Relvira ran off but was struck in the back of their ankle as blood seeped out. A life and death instinct drove them to push on until they could no more. At a last push of will, a strange ruin towered before them, one that they could of sworn was not there before. Entering it's dusty tomb, Relvira came across a sword made of emerald greens and silvers that carried it's own voice. Hunters caught up behind them and in desperation, Relvira grasped the sword crying out screaming like they once did in the Square. They charged before the Hunters with a mind similar to that of a beast that has been locked in a cage. Their eyes were as bright as the sun, hair that flowed like teal flames and the purity in their skin was now a very tainting black. One of the Hunters fled for their life but another stayed frozen in fear. Lost of a mind, Relvira took the sword and swung it across the Hunter's throat as blood flowed. His neck was that of a crimson scarf.
The sword was dropped by Relvira as tears dripped down their cheeks. Was this who she really was? Kneeling down before the dead hunter, blood marking its territory, the purity in Relvira's tone came back but they could not help but feel they were destroyed for a reason..

Paramia's Character Hoarding Closet

Was Never Used, So some information is missing. Hoping to use her to add information or even re-develop her.

Basic
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Nationality: Russian
Rank: Lieutenant General and CW5
Base Zoid: Zeekdober
Class: Tactical Unit

Out of Combat Weapon: Saber
Hand Combat Style: Just Crazy
Zoid Combat Style: Stealth Before Blood

Mood: Gloom
Mental Status: Sociopathic Needs​
Danger Level: 5

Appearance
Hair Color: Frosty Blue
Hair Style: Long and Straightened
Eye Color: Eclipse Azure
Skin Color: Very Pale {Type I on the Fitzpatrick Scale}
Body Type: Fit

Normal Attire: Often found wearing a white, clean upper uniform with some badges in remembrance of her bravery in combat. The lower part of the uniform includes, tight coal pants that can often appear uncomfortable in some situations to other people. Along with clean and often shined, matching black heeled boots with a lighter shade of gray trim. From time to time, Vladlena can be found wearing a militia hat that matches her uniform but is prone to 'forgetting' about it.

Tattoos: N/A

Scars: There are various of small scars on her chest due to glass shattering in her direction. Luckily she was able to cover up her face in time when the incident occurred while piloting a robotic artillery machine.

Personal
Personality:
An often gloom expressed woman, she is rather serious and finds no time for chatter. Being head of the Tactical Division and leading the Spec Ops Penumbra; she has learned to be patient of most things and that there is no win of something when things are rushed. However, without hesitation, she will quickly show she has "Sociopathic Needs" when in an intense battle. Vladlena is well known for exiting her Zoidrobotic artillery to finish off an enemy Pilot through bloodshed. It is very important this to be resisted or stopped for the sake of reputation of the Empire. At the end of the day, when exhausted, she can be caught off guard and show some kindness or sympathy.

Likes:
+ Bloodshed
+ Dining and Drinking
+ Being Feared (Egotistical)
+ Target Practice
+ Being Adored, Romanced

Dislikes:
- Being Talked Down
- Average Performance
- Rushing
- Lack of Intelligence

Goals:
Deep down in her fantasy filled mind, she wants to be adored by many people at once. Or even just loved eternally by one. Though her most important goal is ridding any "enemy" she comes into contact with.

Fears:
- Being Forgotten
- Retiring

Biography:
Was never used in an RP as things closed before they even started. Hope to develop one.

Skills/Abilities
Strengths:
+ Intelligent and Patient (Tactical)
+/- Does Not Hold Back/Unforgiving
Weakness:
- Has Sociopathic Needs
- More of a Solo Leader than a Team Leader

Skills:
Tactician

Weapons:
Glorified Sabre
Silver Base with Crystal Decorations

Other:
Unstable, Sociopathic Needs.... Probably needs a leash.

Notifications?

Neeeevermind. I think this subscribe button does a thingy. Shows how much I pay attention eh?

A Bit of a Pickle...

@HyperiumYou sound like me just the other day. It's so horrible. I had a handful of partners I was excited for on another site and one by one they just left. Some gave word but others didn't...
I understand your pain including unsuccessful interest checks. (Think I gave up on those.)
Here is my interest check for 1x1 if you want to see if there is something you want to try or we can just discuss other ideas. I'm open to all genres but I enjoy war/historical, fantasy, romance, survival and horror more often than not.
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/164868-sleeping-on-clouds/ooc

Just PM if you're interested. I'll be here...doing nothing other than probably adding to my character thread that I've started.