Xan the G

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

I posted. I'm definitely going to post more regularly from now on. I won't lie - I did get a little confused between yesterday and today as to whether I missed any posts that interacted with me, but I'm pretty sure I'm caught up now, so I'm fine. :)

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

~Havoc Matsuda~

Havoc glanced left when one of the other two youngsters - the male specifically - invited him to join them. The other boy seemed very enthused about the whole process and apparently had some familiarity with how this was all supposed to work. Havoc couldn't even begin to imagine how on earth he would be able to catch pokemon while on the deck of a ferry. He he shrugged passively and silently, indicating an "eh, sure" response even if mute. Before he could introduce himself or even signal a hello to the girl the trio was set upon by a man propositioning stickers.

The other boy took one first, but seemed about as hesitant and suspicious of the man as Havoc was feeling. THe man hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, Havoc didn't get a signal the man was dangerous. He genuinely just thought the sticker looked tacky and corny but he felt guilty about passing it up because it was for a good cause. Havoc reluctantly opened up a hand to receive a sticker and reached around his waist for his pokeball. He looked at the sticker one last time pensively before he pasted the sticker onto the pokeball. His lips maligned into a brood at the sight of the sticker now on the ball. He put the ball away. The other boy spoke about wanting to catch pokemon. Havoc didn't really care too much about it but it would be good to see how something like that even works.

"I'll go with you." replied with a nonplussed nod. Besides, it presented a good opportunity to walk away from the creepy old man and the lab assistant.

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Location: S.S.Expedition

Current Team:

Rook the Houndour¦Status: N/A¦Level: 5

Inventory: Potion (1), Pokedollars (500), Palm Pokedex, Palm Ball (1)

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

After hearing Holly's detailed, monotonous rhetoric Havoc found himself with no questions to ask. The information Holly gave was already enough surprises for him. Frankly, Havoc enrolled in the trainer program simply as a means of acquiring his first pokemon. While she spoke he reached in and clutched the pokeball that materialised from the terminal. He glanced left and right at the other trainers receiving their pokemon and sending them out while on deck. He looked at the ball intensely but ultimately decided against doing the same and stowed the ball on his belt buckle. He could do all of that away from prying eyes. He was in no rush. Not the kind they were anyway.

Havoc shook his head to Holly and received the pokedex. He began to twiddle it in his hands as he contemplated to concerns that he needed addressing. It seemed that there was in fact a consequence and condition to receiving the pokemon and it gave him a requirement towards this Professor Palm. He had intentions of being a free-roaming vigilante, but to act on the Professor's payroll would automatically make him a sanctions sellsword instead.

...But maybe that wasn't a bad thing. While Vuduin and Arren conversed in front of him, Havoc reflected on his opportunity. If he told his parents he was going to become a pokemon trainer, it would throw the scent off his vigilante ambitions. He could still do that much.

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Location: S.S.Expedition

Current Team:

Rook the Houndour¦Status: N/A¦Level: 5

Inventory: Potion (1), Pokedollars (500), Palm Pokedex, Palm Ball (1)

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

As soon as Havoc's feet ascended on to the gangplank his spirits began to lift with him, as if he was literally rising above all his cares in that very moment. It made him glance backwards at the upper end of the gangplank to look down at the ground. In the midst of boarding crowd he saw a variety of young adventurers, including a boy and girl near enough behind him in conversation. They all had a mix of trembling and excitement, the kind one exhibits on a rollercoaster just before the first drop whereas Havoc was all out of excitement. His 'drop' was his escape on foot to the ship. All he had in his heart was relief.

“Hello there! Pleased to meet you. My name is Holly. I’m Professor Palm’s main research assistant.”

For such an exotic look, Holly spoke more monotonously than you’d expect.

“Professor Palm is looking forward to meet all beginning trainers over a complimentary dinner this evening, if you’d be so kind to accept.”
She smiled, but it almost seemed conceited, or forced. Or maybe she just wasn’t quite sure how to smile.

“In the meantime, please make your way to the Terminal Lab in the lower deck. Spaces have been accommodated for all passengers.”

@Whimsley

Havoc's eyes trailed Holly as she left, noting that she gave near enough the same speech to each succession of adventurers in turn the moment they boarded the ship. Havoc followed those in front of him. Was he a trainer? Technically. That's about as much as he could honestly lay claim to. It's not as if he had any deep desire to be a world champion - he didn't need to go that far, but there were many trainers in these days who raised and groomed their pokemon for all manners of dreams and goals. It was a lot easier to understand rearing and capturing pokemon through these officials means than it was figuring it out in the wild. Afterall, they gave trainers the first pokemon for free.

Following her directions and some signage, you were able to find your bearings and navigate toward the aforementioned Terminal Lab. It was surprisingly clean for being part of an aquatic vessel. Though, it was apparent that the salt had began to take over as it did all things. A white grime was encrusted on the sides of several terminals. They were lined in rows, like slot machines in a casino. Each one had a black, rotating stool to sit in, with just a few people in line for each one.

@Whimsley

As he waite for his terminal line to open up, Havoc glanced at the other lines, noting the changes in expression for those at the front. Some jumped with joy when they received their pokemon. Others hung their heads in despair. It caused caused to raise an eyebrow, confused at how this could be a disappointing moment. Weren't all pokemon good? Some people even called for a assistance to settle their disputes with the machines, pointing to kids that used the terminal before them. He saw two other kids that looked like brothers scrambling over a single pokeball before being separated. Another child refused to move from his stool, shouting that he "doesn't want a magikarp" to the assistant at the terminal. Eventually, the line in front of Havoc fell away and it was just him and the terminal.

@Xan the G

[REGISTER] Read on the screen, just above a thumb print. There was no turning back from here. Did you accept?

[@Whimsely]

Havoc paused, hesitantly. His thumbprint and full name would put him right back on the grid, at least for the time being. He wasn't sure what might happen if he registered. At the very least, he might stay safe the rest of the journey by sea. He inhaled deeply and press accept.

Blue lines traversed the screen. In patterns, sporadically, dashing in their inconsistency. The cogs in the terminal whirred as the lasers performed their show, before they came to form words on the screen.

Havoc Matsuda

AGE: 15
SEX: M
HEIGHT: 5' 0”
WEIGHT: 123 lbs

[IS THIS CORRECT?]

CALCULATING...

First, a hex grid of wireframe. Black in the inside, green as the structure, a Poké Ball formed in a pocket below the screen, held by a sort of basic upholder apparatus. A green laser, in the fashion of a 3D printer, began to bring the Pokéball to life. Layer by layer, the second dimension gained another perspective. First green, then a white bottom, a black, middle rim, a white button on the front, and finally the cherry ted top. The button glowed a dark pink and hummed a synthetic tune before fading.

YOUR POKÉMON IS... HOUNDOUR

[WILL YOU GIVE HOUNDOUR A NAME?]

The screen asked you.

@Whimsley

Havoc scratched his chin, looking at the image of this pokemon "Houndour". He would forget that very quickly, but the image showed a stoic, fierce looking young pup with a skull covering its scalp. It seemed valiant and serious. Havoc's hand reached for the terminal and began to press letters.

[R-O-O-K-ENTER] - A Rook. That's what the image reminded Havoc of; not the species of bird obviously, but of a unit that would stand rank&file at the side of the king - the chess piece.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@BlueSky44@Xan the G Yall want to socialize or get straight to getting our Pokemans :?

@Eklispe

@Eklispe - Yeah I'm fine for interacting. I would skip me thought as initially, Havoc won't pay attention to either of you, but if you interact, it will pull him away from just focusing on getting on the ship and respond. Plus, I don't we'll be getting our start pokemon on the ship anyway.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

~Havoc Matsuda~

Havoc was tense. There was no way around. Not now. He had been on the road travelling by foot since early three mornings ago when he left his family home to pursue his life dream. He had anxiety about not knowing where when and if his parents started looking for him. Each step he took, each break pause or rest he made could be his last with his parents or anyone that might be helping them being just round the corner to drag him home - or to juvie. Havoc was sitting in a tree with his back against the bark dangling his legs with side of his chosen branch. Unable to sleep, unable to think, unable to relax in any meaningful way, his left had twiddle the pokédollars he scraped together to make his delinquent trip wondering, hoping that he had enough to cover his ticket away from the port city. The other hand rested neatly atop his knee but twitched without cease, as did his eyebrow furrow and quiver incessantly. Havoc locked on to each sound as they hit his ears. The lapping of the waves, the squawks of the wingulls coming in land for the day. Even as the cruise ship docked, Havoc didn't move a muscle until the foreman call for the passengers to depart. Havoc opened his eyes, exhaling deeply.

Finally, the call was made for boarding. Those on the boardwalk and on the shore began to part from their families lining up to dock and leave. Havoc slowly put his right hand clasped on his right knee and lifted himself to his feet. He was currently dressed in three-quarter shorts, a t-shirt and a cloak with his single-sling backpack hung diagonally over his left shoulder. Inside lay his alter-ego - at least the costume thereof. He took a step forward, off the branch and down towards the grounds below, ending in a roll to take away some of the momentum.

As Havoc found his place in line he leaned out one last time, looking over his shoulder and the mainland he was leaving behind and the path he had hitchhiked to get right here. THis would be the last time he would be able to look over his shoulder and still make out familiar landmark. After this, all he'd be able to see was the blue of the ocean.

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Location: Gleampier
~Current Team~

N/A

Notable Inventory:
Potion x1
500 P (Pokédollars)

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Just so I'm clear - the third group have Gleampier as their hometown and are boarding the SS Expedition to Leave the port town, not disembark at the port having just arrived there?

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

Havoc Matsuda (Yatagarasu-X)

Physical Appearance:

Age: 15
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 123 lbs.
Sex: Male

Personality:
Havoc is a product of his rearing. He is a noble spirit, naturally feeling that it is his duty to be a beacon of good will, hope and valour to those around him. He has a penchant for involving himself in issues when he believes there is a villain to thwart, whether or not it is his place or he has expressed authority. He is naturally altruistic and proactive in this manner. Havoc has no problem with acquaintances or allies, but struggles with the idea of friends. He considers himself a singular, independant and self-sufficient unit. Moreover, his role as a Yatagarasu is very important to him and his paramount priority at any time is to preserve the awe, mysticism and respect of what that name represents, which will be devalued if too many people can humanize him.

Havoc will try to put on a stoic persona around others, pretending that he isn't swayed by human desires and emotions. Whenever he can avoid talking he will.

Havoc is very self conscious. He will object to taking certain actions or utilising certain opportunities if there is a chance that it might make him look uncool. He's very particular about looking cool, especially around girls his age. Performing acts as a confident, capable vigilante is his most effective means of communicating to girls, which he has trouble doing simply as Havoc.

Biography:

Havoc is a ninja apprentice. His family tree is one of the remaining lineages of the Yatagarasu ninja tribe - potentially the last still in existence, at least the last that Havoc is aware of. The Yatagarasu were a collective village/society of people who protected the lands of Huji from the shadows however they could. While not the main guardians of Huji, the Yatagarasu would act as vigilantes, separate to state and country who acted only in the interest of helping others. To some they are a myth, to others they are a problem - to Havoc, it was his birthright.

As child he slumbered on the stories of his people told to him by his father. He adored the things he heard and wanted nothing more than to live out the fantasy of a travelling, mystery hero across the lands. In the advent of technology and pokemon the need and opportunity for the Yatagarasu waned and many of the lineages began to amalgamate into general society, putting away the mantle of the Yatagarasu Clan.

Like his father before him, Havoc trained after school in the ninja arts under the tutelage of his grandfather. Where Havoc continued his training into his early teens, his father put away the further training, choosing to enroll in the Huji police academy and utilise his strengths as part of the police force, seeing the separation from state and country as an archaic tradition in the current stable times of civillisation.

Havoc didn't see eye-to-eye with his father on this and frequently practised delinquency late at night, sneaking out of his house to practice patrolling the streets. He began to do little things here and there, defending old ladies from muggers, helping to find people lost in the woods, fixing punctured tires. After a while, Havoc wanted to move onto bigger leagues. He would borrow his dads police radio while doing his patrols and listen out for any signals or codes and try his best to beat the police to the incidents. Naturally, these actions raised the ire of the police when their investigations and callouts were being happened by an anonymous vigilante teen.

Havoc's dad figured out that it was Havoc and omitted from turning Havoc in so long as Havoc promised to stop taking justice into his own hands and stop being a vigilante. Havoc spoke with his grandfather, who explained that he gave Havoc his blessing to revive the ways of their clan once more. Havoc made up his mind, running away at the age of fifteen to pursue his own Ninja way as the next generation of the Yatagarasu, operating within the region of Huji under the alias "Yatagarasu-X".

Havoc's main goal is to apply the teaches and principles of the Yatagarasu in the modern era by being a pokemon trainer who uses his pokemon and experience for the good of man kind beyond the reproach of the law and government.

Favored type:
Dark and Poison types

Favorite Pokémon:
Greninja

Why are you joining the Pokémon League?
Most of the world moves and progress by the power and use of pokemon. To be a relevant Yatagarasu in this age, Havoc must do the same.

Miscellaneous:
Is constantly working on his entrance slogan & motto and his hero-pose.

Rook

Pokémon Name
Houndour

Physical Appearance:
Typical Houndour

Sex:
Male

Personality/Mood:
Loyal, impressionable, energetic

Likes:
Tracking, mimicking Havoc, belly rubs, bones.

Dislikes:
Rook has a habit of biting into and tearing to shreds any free socks he can get his teeth on. His anti-infatuation with socks is most strange as at times he will even yank socks off people's feet, meaning he's aware on some level that they are clothing items and distinct from people's feet.

Starting Moves:
Leer, Ember, Howl

Miscellaneous:
ABILITY: FLASH FIRE
NATURE: BRAVE
INCREASED STAT: ATK
DECREASED STAT: SPD
FAVORITE FLAVOR: SPICY
DISLIKED FLAVOR: SWEET

Questions

1) You happen upon an injured Rattata in the middle of the path in front of you. You hear a sudden rustling from the large bushes on the path’s edge. Whatever is causing this noise has yet to reveal itself. What do you do?
Havoc would scoop up the injured rattata and look to reach higher ground away from the the rustling bush, making the assumption that whatever injured the rattata was making the rustling.

2) An enormous Snorlax has wedged itself between the railings of a bridge over a raging river. It seems to be a long way’s journey to venture around the living water. Your destination is across the bridge. What do you do?

Havoc would provoke the ire of the Snorlax, trying to take it and move it from its resting place as it created a hazard for the bridge irrespective of whether Havoc wanted to use it.

3) You awaken in the middle of the night to find a Hoothoot rummaging through your pack and taking your food. Before you act, you notice two smaller, faint outlines on the horizon of the dying campfire light. The Hoothoot begins hopping towards her children with your food in tow. What do you do?

Havoc would leave the hoothoot be seeing that it was seemingly putting together food to feed it's younglings. If possible, Havoc might even leave some more food there for the mother to share out.

4) You are walking with your Pokémon through thick forest when you hear a faint humming from the canopy above you. Quickly, a hive of Beedrill cuts through the foliage and descends toward you and your Pokémon. What do you do?

HAvoc will return as many of his pokemon into their pokeballs as possible and then run for as long and as quickly as he can.

5) You’ve defeated a trainer handedly, and you both call your Pokémon back into their Pokéball. The trainer falls to their knees and begins to weep. The trainer is a younger individual who only had one, low-leveled bug Pokémon to face. What do you do?

Havoc doesn't care too much about trainer battles, so he would take the time to explain to the younger trainer where he went wrong in the battle and reassure them that they can always get better and not to get so choked up about this single loss.

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Xan the G @Eklispe @BlueSky44

Go ahead and pop all of your sheets into the Characters tab! I will note that two of you have a Poochyena. This is fine, but if you wish to switch to another, non-rare Pokémon, that's fine too. At the moment, I'm not going to ask for a co-GM, but if I become too overwhelmed I will consider it. I'd rather keep the story and mechanics contained to one individual, as that's the easiest way to do it.

@Whimsley

@WhimsleyI'll switch to houndour

Pokémon: One (~Looking for one player and a Co-GM!~)

@Xan the G @Eklispe @BlueSky44

There is interest there for a third group to set out from Gleampier Port, but I need confirmation from all three of you in order for this to happen. Is this what y'all want?

Also,

@sMoKe

Were you going to finish that application?

@Whimsley

I'm interested. I finished my profile either way.