STATUS:
Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
2 yrs ago
Species: Ralts Gender: ♂ Type: Psychic/Fairy Personality: Jolly Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework Level: 7 Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team, Confusion Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies. Held Item: Oran Berry
Murus
Species: Golett Gender: N/A Type: Ground/Ghost Personality: Relaxed Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Enjoys lining up boulders and small stones. Holds long conversations with Slayer. Level: 6 Moves: Astonish, Mud Slap, Defense Curl Ability: Iron Fist Causes the power of affected punching moves to increase by 20%. Held Item: None
Sable
Gender: Female Type: Water Personality: Naive Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Stays close to the group at all times after nearly being poached. Level: 6 Moves: Scratch, Leer, Water Gun Ability: Sheer Force Removes added effects to increase move damage. Held Item: None
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After rescuing the Totodile the night before, Jason had slept pretty hard, waking up almost an hour later than he had originally planned on. Rushing through his usual morning routine to make up for the one hour less he had, he proceeded to pack up camp and turned to look around, watching the Galarian Yamask float around and the Goletts he could see line their boulders. Well, this was were the journey really began, what with the catching of Murus and Sable. Now on to the next leg. Who knows, maybe someone at the fishing rod store has something for me on where to snag another harder to find Pokemon. Smiling and looking at the three Pokeballs on his belt, Jason turned and headed out of the ruins towards the fishing rod shop. After about an hour trek, as he didn't want to upset any Geodudes on his path, the aspiring trainer arrived at the store, which fortune would have that it was open.
As soon as he walked in, it was clear that there was quite the selection of both rods and baits, along with their prices. However, he approached the counter, where a very heavyset man with burly arms and a large gut that spilled over his pants stood. He had a large salt and peppered beard that was well maintained and wore a fishing cap over his head. Despite him being an absolute giant of a man, he looked to be quite friendly and he laughed out a greeting as the young man approached. "Bahahaha! Welcome to ol' Bo's Fishing Mart! Now how can I help you?" He perused the prices again behind the man before speaking.
"Well, I'm looking at getting a rod, but since I'm heading into Starbor Wood, I was wondering if you'd heard any rumors from that part of the route."
Name: Damian Harrison Nickname (if any): None Title or Hero/Villain/Code name (if any):Deadeye Species: Augmented Human Gender: Male Sexuality: Straight Age:32 Birthday: January 17th, 1986 Personality: Damian is many things to the public that knows him; a joker, a reliable friend, a bit of a gambler who always beats the odds, and a skilled martial artist and marksman. And in truth, he is all these things, but he’s also calculating and, when necessary, manipulative. Every action he takes is carefully considered, the pros and cons of each taken into account before he starts it. All this is a by-product of his high level of intelligence, which should have produced arrogance, but instead created compassion. Appearance (description, doll-maker, or face-claim):Standing at an intimidating six feet, 8 inches tall, Damian has fiery red hair with a black streak that he keeps long enough to style but short enough to keep out of the way. His eyes, a startling sapphire blue, are set into a handsome face with a five o’clock shadow. Affiliation (if any): None Powers (if any): The augmentation process left Damian more than human, with enhanced strength and agility. The fastest he’s ever been clocked at has him hitting speeds of mach 2 and he can catch a bullet without looking at it.
Stalker Armor-Equipped with a number of high tech gadgets from different vision modes to hidden weapons, this armor was designed to take punishment from foes such as Super Angel and dish it out as well as withstand extreme environments.
Armor Features: Hidden Blades Wrist-mounted Machine pistols, hidden Cryo Grenades, limit 3 a mission/job Smoke Grenades, same as Cryo Infrared, Night, and Magnetic Vision modes Hidden Knives, four of them, two straight edge and two serrated
Demonio’s Glaive- With a blade lined with a plasma edge, this glaive has been known to bisect heavily armored Hulkling Hunter Armor without issue. It is folded in half and stored on Dead-On’s back when not in use, but his skill with it should not be underestimated.
Apollo Bow- Specialized for taking out targets at range, the bow is strung for sending an arrow 1,200 yards with enough force to pin a man in Powered Armor to the wall. At short range, it can kill three men in a line. Has triple bladed broadheads, armor piercing heads, explosive heads and grappling hook heads.
Red Ace Revolver-Specially designed, this revolver has the power to stop a charging rhino in one shot. Fires armor-piercing lethal, sedative, non-lethal, and tracking rounds.
Weaknesses: Sociable- Because he has a circle of friends that he enjoys spending time with, when he isn’t around or cancels hangouts, it's noticed and it’s talked about. Anyone looking to find Deadeye could use this should they learn of it.
Limited arsenal-While he brings an exhaustive amount of extra ammunition for his revolver and carries a spare quiver of arrows, once he’s out of munitions, he’s extremely vulnerable at most ranges.
Honorable-As a practitioner of MMA, he comes into a fight wanting every foe to lose or die at their best. So don’t expect cheap shots. Likes (optional): Dislikes (optional): Current Residence: An apartment in Gotham. Backstory: Before the convergence of the two universes, Deadeye was a rising vigilante in Gotham City, putting down the criminals who proved too dangerous to take in and kicking the shit out of those who proved too tame to need locked up. He gained the abilities to begin doing this after volunteering for an American military project called the Prometheus Program. The goal of the program was to produce super soldiers capable of competing with some of the world’s greatest heroes. However, due to the nature of the serum used, and the infiltration of the first injection by an enemy spy, Damian was the only one made and he promptly left after the assassination of the project’s lead. Moving to Gotham, he made it clear he was done with the military and the nations larger issues when he sent the man sent to try and retrieve him back with all his bones in his legs and arms broken.
Deciding after a few months of watching Gotham’s criminal’s escape that he was done letting the Bat family do a job they clearly weren’t fit to do, he started his own war on crime, with the aforementioned methods. These methods brought him into conflict with the long standing defenders of Gotham, the Bat Family, on a fairly regular basis. His first encounter with the Bat Family occurred while he was exchanging “words” with some of Freeze’s gang during one of their heists. For Damian, it was standard procedure, cut the power to the building, activate night vision, breach, bang, and clear. Breaking up little raids like these didn’t usually have casualties, unless you counted shattered kneecaps as such.
He was on the second floor, clearing out the third room when he heard the sounds of scattered gunfire further down the hall. Right on time, he thought as he rushed the last of Freeze’s men in the room in front of him, knocking the first one out with a quick blow to his temple and the second one with a pair of quick nerve strikes. Pausing, he listened to the sounds of the others being knocked out and waited, spinning one of his serrated knives while waiting when none other than the big Bat himself walked in, Robin close behind, though he couldn’t place which one.
“Batman himself. Wondered when you’d catch up to me, took you longer than I’d given you credit for.” Batman didn’t reply right away, instead appraising the unconscious or paralyzed people around them before looking back at the armored person in front of the dynamic duo.
“You didn’t kill any of them.” Damian nodded, tossing the knife up and catching it by the hilt and sheathing it in it’s hidden location.
“No reason to. These guys are just trying to make ends meet while helping Freeze save his wife.” He started pacing in front of the pair, watching the Bat for any indication he would move. “You know, it’s strange when you think about Batman. Freeze turned to crime to cure his wife, because the medical community couldn’t help him due to a lack of funds. Cobblepot’s family went bankrupt ultimately, and poor Killer Croc? Just needed medical and psychological help but couldn’t afford it. And yet Batman and Robin, Gotham’s caped guardians of the night, always have the latest high tech gadgets, always able to repair damage to a suit, have a fresh supply of your stupid little boomerangs.” Robin speaks up and corrects Damian.
“They’re batarangs, asshole.” Ignoring the jab, Damian continues his speech.
“I found it so odd that I started looking into where all the big money in Gotham is putting that money to use, namely Bruce Wayne, and, oddly, not much was going towards HELPING those people who needed it, like Freeze or Croc. But no, I didn’t kill them, they aren’t all that dangerous. Not like the clown.” He knew that mentioning Joker would trigger a reaction from the Dark Knight and it did.
“What does the Joker have to do with anything, Deadeye?” Damian grinned behind his helmet.
“Plenty, looking at everyone he’s killed. And yet you always see him sent to Arkham, where he inevitably breaks out and kills more people. Come on Batsy-boy, you have to see the fucking problem with that?” The big Bat hadn’t moved, but clearly there was tension there as he spoke.
“Killing the criminals doesn’t solve the problem. If that’s how you view things, you’re no better than them.” Incredibly fast, a batarang flew towards the armored man, who caught it effortlessly.
“I don’t kill them indiscriminately, Bruce. I kill the ones with potential to really become a problem or have proven themselves too much of a problem to keep alive.” Dropping the batarang, Damian takes a stance. “The clown is a problem who needs to be dealt with. And since you have enough influence on the Red Hood to keep him from doing it, when I catch up to him, I will.” This resulted in a brawl between the two heroes and himself, though it was short lived as the police showed up almost on queue. Since then, the two have regularly traded blows and, among other things, tried to take the other out. In one instance, Bruce attempted to use his friends and girlfriend to get to him, which ended poorly for the Caped Crusader. Special Skills (if any): Trained MMA fighter and tactical training he won’t elaborate on where he learned it. Other: Likes cats and pie.
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"𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊. 𝕭𝖚𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘." ~ Jason
𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
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Name:
Jason Tiberius Stark
Nicknames:
Jace, Ty
Gender:
Male
Species:
Human
Occupation:
*Student *Heir to Stark Industries
Place Of Origin:
New York City
Alias:
Iron Knight
Age:
20
Birthday:
January 17, 1997
𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
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Relationship Status:
Single
Sexuality:
Straight
Partner:
None
Father:
Tony Stark
Mother:
Pepper Potts
Siblings:
Connor Tony Stark
Pets:
A calico cat named Smalls that he got for his sixteenth birthday as a kitten.
Other:
He spends a lot of time just flying the skies of New York, thinking.
Jason Tiberius Stark has inherited much of his father and his mother’s personalities, ranging from his mother’s kind heart to his father’s hot headedness. However, of those things, his father’s overconfidence stands out the most, as Jason is known to get into situations he likely can’t handle alone with full confidence that he can, and his mother’s caring heart of his mother’s personality traits, putting others well-being before his own on numerous occasions.
Likes:
✔ Tinkering and Building ✔ Spicy Foods ✔ A Real Challenge ✔ Conversation on a Scientific Level ✔ A certain level of Order ✔ Theoretical Science
Dislikes:
✘ Incompetence ✘ Boredom ✘ Absolute Chaos ✘ Sour Foods ✘ Lackluster, or easy, challenges ✘ Unnecessary Death or Destruction ✘ Wastefulness
Hobbies:
Strengths:
⇋ Hand-to-Hand combatant - Has learned three different forms of martial arts. ⇌ Proficient Swordsman - While many find it strange, Jason has taken the time to become quite the proficient swordsman. ⇌ Super Genius IQ -Between his schooling and natural talent, Jason has little issue understanding many things due to his 201 IQ. ⇌ Photographic Memory - If he has seen it or read it, he will remember it. So if you don’t want him to remember that one time in band camp...
Weaknesses:
☠ Headstrong- Tony’s line, “I have a plan, attack” is something Jason can sometimes take to heart too well. And he doesn’t give up on any kind of plan of action easily. ☠ Impulsive- Jason has been known to go with what comes to mind first, not stop and think things all the way through all the time. ☠ Too smart for his own good Sometimes Jason can figure out things he REALLY shouldn’t and it gets him in a ton of trouble. ☠ Sarcasm-He inherited his father’s sarcastic wit, which is not as great as it sounds.
Biography:
Jason Tiberius Stark was born to father Tony Stark and mother Pepper Potts seventeen years before the treaty that saw an end to the global conflicts between both Heroes and Villains. Two years later would see the birth of his younger brother Connor. The two boys grew up with want for very little, being the two sons of highly successful businessman Tony Stark. However, as the older of the two, Jason was held to a different standard, as he was supposed to inherit the greater majority of Stark Industries.
All his classes were designed to push his limits, both physically and intellectually, and he passed them all with the ease that one expected of Tony’s heir, even the physical classes. He spent a lot of time around the Avengers growing up, when he wasn’t working on his own suit of Iron Man armor, but he spent the most time with a man he would come to call Uncle Steve, known to the rest of the world as Captain America. And while Jason loved his tinkering, programming, and building, he also enjoyed learning things outside of the sciences, which lead to Uncle Steve teaching him his first martial art at age 11. From there, he went on to learn two more within the space of two years, his photographic memory helping him to learn and memorize the moves at a rate higher than that of his peers. By age fourteen, he had finished his first prototype of his own suit of Iron Man armor, and while it’s flight and weapons systems worked mostly as intended, there were, of course, adjustments to be made, but being based on his father’s own design, with pieces of his own flair thrown in, they were miniscule. He tried for three months to come up with something to improve or change, but nothing felt right.
It wasn’t until he had visited a renaissance fair with his mother and brother that he found it. One of the events being held was a sword fighting tournament, and the men and women who attended proved, though it was with wooden swords, that they wouldn’t have been out of place on the battlefields of old. Taken with inventive fever, he returns home and spends days reworking his suit of armor, reinventing it’s image and abilities. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into a year and a half. During his time away from his work on the suit, he was in regular attendance at a local school and had numerous friends, though he was never sure if it was because of his money, his brains, or his father, the Iron Man, but he knew he could only truly trust a handful.
Regardless, he finished his suit, dubbed the Iron Knight by it’s builder, when he was eighteen. The initial design wielded a large metal bladed sword, but after testing showed it would be ineffective in certain, rather common, situations, it was changed to an energy blade, the hilt for which is stored in the armor’s thigh plating. He flew the suit for two years, and took part in the final fighting after the signing of the treaty, though it was minimal as someone had to keep an eye on Connor. When the Academy was built, Jason volunteered to go as one of the few students who’d seen actual combat, and also to make sure Connor stayed out of trouble. After all, there were the children of Villains there too...
𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈
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Dubbed the Iron Knight, this is the suit of high tech combat armor the Jason Tiberius Stark wears into combat. It’s equipped with the standard flight equipment and repulsor energy weaponry, along with the standard pinpoint accuracy weapons. However, there have been some additions made by it’s builder. First and foremost is the energy sword called Caliban, which can cut through nearly all known alloys and metals. Another is wrist mounted repulsor beam projectors in tandem with the palm ones, just in case he can’t get his hand up to fire. The final, and most important one, is the collapsible shield within his left forearm, made of a titanium/vibranium alloy. While it isn’t as strong as Cap’s, it works to block that which his sword can’t...usually.
Besides his incredible intelligence and his high tech suit of armor, Jason is a high ranking practitioner of Karate, Taekwondo, and Jujitsu. He’s also pretty damn good with a sword, able to go toe-to-toe with many people who have trained longer than him.
𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
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Other:
Jason carries a longsword on himself during down time. He’s arguably somewhat distrusting of the villains attending and teaching.
Species: Ralts Gender: ♂ Type: Psychic/Fairy Personality: Jolly Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework Level: 7 Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team, Confusion Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies. Held Item: Oran Berry
Murus
Species: Golett Gender: N/A Type: Ground/Ghost Personality: Relaxed Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Enjoys lining up boulders and small stones. Holds long conversations with Slayer. Level: 6 Moves: Astonish, Mud Slap, Defense Curl Ability: Iron Fist Causes the power of affected punching moves to increase by 20%. Held Item: None
Sable
Gender: Female Type: Water Personality: Naive Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Stays close to the group at all times after nearly being poached. Level: 6 Moves: Scratch, Leer, Water Gun Ability: Sheer Force Removes added effects to increase move damage. Held Item: None
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Thanking the officers for the heal for his Pokemon when they left, Jason returned his attention to the Totodile using him as a shield and waited and produced the ball when she, as it turned out, decided to join him. Spinning it, he brought out all three of his new team and smiled before he realized that the Totodile wasn't just a female, which was already decently hard to come by, but it was an alternate colored version of the Big-Jaw Pokemon. Smiling, he kneels down again and rubs his new team member's head as he hums thoughtfully. "Need a name for you, little sister. Hmmmmm..." Murus and Slayer both seemed to be thoughtful as well, though it didn't escape the young man's notice that the Golett was looking around as they stood there, likely watching for the poacher.
"Ral ralts." Jason glanced at his partner and nodded in agreement, but stayed kneeled down.
"You're right, we should head back to camp, but that guy is in no shape to come back and pick another fight with us. You two got a free heal from law enforcement an-Ah ha! How about Sable?" He looked back at the Totodile as he asked the question and after a moment, the little crocodile nodded.
"Totodile." Jason smiled and nodded in return as he stood up and stretched.
"Excellent, I'll go with Sable then. Welcome to the team. Now then, we should all definitely get some rest and set out for the nearby forest tomorrow." His team all nodded and he returned them to their balls before heading back to his camp in the ruins. However, he wasn't above the possibility of something happening on the way there as he kept his head on a swivel.
Head to the fishing shop tomorrow to get a rod, then head out for Starbor Forest. Dad gave me a cave to head into out there, plus maybe something new as well. Should be a full day all the same.
Species: Ralts Gender: ♂ Type: Psychic/Fairy Personality: Jolly Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework Level: 7 Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team, Confusion Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies. Held Item: Oran Berry
Murus
Species: Golett Gender: N/A Type: Ground/Ghost Personality: Relaxed Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Enjoys lining up boulders and small stones. Holds long conversations with Slayer. Level: 6 Moves: Astonish, Mud Slap, Defense Curl Ability: Iron Fist Causes the power of affected punching moves to increase by 20%. Held Item: None
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Jason, Murus, and Slayer remained on their toes even after the puff of smoke, preferring to wait until the police showed up to return his partners to their Pokeballs. Jason complied with all of the officers requests and questions, even providing his Pokedex ID to confirm he was who he told them and that he was one of the new trainers that Adriane had recruited, relayed to them why he was there and what had transpired and saying all the guy did was make mention of a woman who had hired him to get her a Totodile. Speaking of, the thing was practically attached to his leg as it stayed close to him after a pair of officers had free'd it from the net.
After the questioning was finished, the young man knelt down and patted the Totodile on the head gently, looking over it for injuries. "Easy there buddy, you're safe now. That guy won't risk showing up here again. Though...I'd feel better if you came with me. You'd be safer and have friends. How's that sound?" While negotiating with a Wild Pokemon was less than common, but he wasn't sure Slayer or Murus was up to another fight right now and he was fairly sure this Totodile wasn't in the mood to fight after nearly being abducted.
Species: Ralts Gender: ♂ Type: Psychic/Fairy Personality: Jolly Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework Level: 6 Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team, Confusion Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies. Held Item: Oran Berry
Murus
Species: Golett Gender: N/A Type: Ground/Ghost Personality: Relaxed Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.) Level: 4 Moves: Astonish, Mud Slap, Defense Curl Ability: Iron Fist Causes the power of affected punching moves to increase by 20%. Held Item: None
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Slayer's cry of pain made Jason wince as he avoided the Ember, but he knew there wasn't a lot he could do. Murus tanked the ember that hit him and then moved to continue battling. Jason knew his partners were up for this and he continued giving his battle orders. "Slayer, avoid that Peck and find an opening to hit with Confusion again! Murus, hit that Litleo with Mud Slap one more time and then Defense Curl again!" He needed to end this quickly, but Golett didn't have the power needed to hit Litleo hard enough to finish him in one move, but this was still anyone's win.
Species: Ralts Gender: ♂ Type: Psychic/Fairy Personality: Jolly Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework Level: 6 Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team, Confusion Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies. Held Item: Oran Berry
Murus
Species: Golett Gender: N/A Type: Ground/Ghost Personality: Relaxed Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.) Level: 4 Moves: Astonish, Mud Slap, Defense Curl Ability: Iron Fist Causes the power of affected punching moves to increase by 20%. Held Item: None
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Jason slid to a stop as the man went off about his cheesy one-liner and, in hindsight, it probably wasn't the best choice. But at the same time, it got his point across and instead the young man shifted into Poke-battle gear. "Slayer, Double Team followed by Growl and Confusion on the Rufflet! Don't let that flying pain in the rear hurt Murus anymore. Murus, Defense Curl and then use Mud Slap on the Litleo and then Defense Curl again!" Rufflet was the real challenge here, since neither of the moves that Murus knew would actually help against it, but that Litleo was a poor pairing for the Ghost and Ground type with its Mud Slap attack. If they were fortunate, the guy would just give up on the Totodile after this.
Species: Ralts Gender: ♂ Type: Psychic/Fairy Personality: Jolly Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework Level: 6 Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team, Confusion Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies. Held Item: Oran Berry
Murus
Species: Golett Gender: N/A Type: Ground/Ghost Personality: Relaxed Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: (Up to player.) Level: 4 Moves: Astonish, Mud Slap, Defense Curl Ability: Iron Fist Causes the power of affected punching moves to increase by 20%. Held Item: None
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Shouting in both surprise and excitement at the successful catch of the Golett, Jason retrieved the ball and let Slayer high-five him. "This is a great start! Now then, before we let head to town..." Turning and tossing the ball, the Golett emerged and looked around before focusing on its new trainer and turning its stone head slightly. "Your name will be Murus, which means 'wall' in a language my dad studies. Is that OK with you?" The Golett makes what the young man thinks is a humming noise before it responds.
"Golett." Smiling, Jason pats the large construct's gut and pulls out its Pokeball.
"Great! Welcome to the team, Murus." Returning it and then Slayer to their balls, Jason heads back to camp to make them all food. Releasing the pair, he settled into the habits he'd made on other camping trips while also socializing with his fledgling team. Once the food was done and he'd eaten, Jason grabbed his longsword and practiced the forms he'd used back during his days competing, continuing into katas and other martial arts practice to kill time. Eventually, night did fall and his team got a nice rest from spending the time at camp, so he decided to skip the trip to the Pokecenter and instead headed down towards the river. Big jawed Pokemon...I mean, there was the one mom said she saw in Johto but all the way here?
On the way down to the river, it was quiet, save for the occasional passing vehicle on the main road and the night sky was beautiful to behold. Stopping in his walk, he hummed thoughtfully to himself as he looked at the stars. One could have reasonably expected there to be large amounts of light pollution due the close proximity of Grand Glory City and Route 4, but despite that, every star was out on a brilliant display of beauty and calm. Beginning to get why mom and dad didn't come back to Hoenn as fast as I had thought they would...
Then silence was shattered by a sudden loud splash... and then another. Following the sound first to the river and then upstream a little ways, sure enough, Jason found himself looking at exactly the alligator pokemon that his mom had described to him as a kid, even as the Pokedex he'd pulled out beeped and spoke the description to confirm it.
Pokedex Entry #158-Totodile the Big Jaw Pokemon. Despite the smallness of its body, Totodile's jaws are very powerful. While the Pokémon may think it is just playfully nipping, its bite has enough power to cause serious injury.
Guess you can never go wrong with this guy for a water type. Time for Slayer to do his th- Jason's thought is cut short as he spots a man in all black approach the happily splashing alligator Pokemon and mutter to himself. "Get me a Totodile she says, it's so cute she says. God, does she think these things are easy to track down?" The man pulls out a metal cylinder and aims at the Totodile, who turns its head slightly in confusion.
"Toto?" With a mostly silent click, the cylinder shoots a net out at the poor thing and ensnares it, the man almost immediately trying to pull it in, though the struggle it was putting up bought Jason the time he would need.
"Hey you, hold it!" His parents had told him stories about what Cipher's control of the Evig Region had done to the Pokemon populations and he wasn't about to watch it happen in front of him. Even as he ran, he unleashed his partners from their Pokeballs and gave orders to them. "Slayer, use Confusion to slow that guy down! Murus, grab that net and pull the other way!" Jason, meanwhile, would close with the man himself. Using the cellphone function of his Pokedex, Jason dialed the police and let them hear was was being said. "Poaching is wrong, you bastard!"
Featuring Damian “Blades” Gerard, Roseletta “Black Rose” Griffonbane, Nolan “Ashen Ghost” Waltz, and Penny “The Phoenix” Hoft
Damian grinned as Rose erected her dome. True to form, the magic would keep her from seeing what he was doing just as much as protect her and keep him from seeing what she was doing. But that was fine. After a few more seconds of focusing the wind magic in his blade, he attacks, swinging the Hercules Blade vertically and unleashing a Vacuum Slash. Coming from any other of his blades, the attack would have hit the dome and been blocked, but the Hercules Blade packed the power to slash through spells, offensive and defensive, with relative ease and while the Vacuum Slash would hit head on, Damian dashed to the right of the dome of shadow and then towards it, using a horizontal slash to create an opening from another direction.
If this was supposed to be a show then Penny needed to step it up, but hey, if she wanted to keep on dancing about then who was he to stop her. He didn’t bother closing the distance between and instead, Nolan held his hand out, his palm facing toward the Phoenix Slayer. ”Ashen God’s Wrath.” It was followed by violent streams of ash like black sable blades circling around her, meant to restrict her from moving from where she was standing while also cutting her up if they caught her.
Inside the dome Rose stood and waited. She might not be able to see outside it but she could still sense and hear all that was happening. “Coming at me huh? Smart”she said moving back into the dome falling back into the shadow on the ground as the dome was slashed, revealing no one there before a shadow moved and went underneath him. The shadow became like liquid trying to encase his feet as other bits of shadows broke off and formed holes of their own as rose came out of one part way, resting her elbows on the ground around “Do you like my rabbit holes Damian, I recently figured this one out, took a lot of time to form it but it works well yes?”she asked as the hole under him trying sinking his feet, trying to trap him in place
Penny didn’t panic. What was there to panic about? She shifted her stance as Nolan sent forth his attack, trying to restrict her. Well, she had other ways of fighting back. As she let the blades draw in around her, Penny quietened her flames, letting them draw in closer and closer. Finally, at what she judged was the last minute, Penny sent a large amount of flames around her, forming into her Phoenix shape but in a larger form.
She drew out the sword that had found its way to her, despite rarely using it. The note that had come with it stated that her father had used it, and was resistant to flames- although Penny rarely worked with blades, she had picked up a thing or two. Enough to defend herself against whatever blades survived her inferno- although she wasn’t certain that the blade could fight the ashen ones.
So, with that thought in mind, Penny shifted and leaped back into the air- her domain, something she had, while not conquered, certainly claimed. Slashes from blades were nothing to her, the pain something she used to fuel her flames, knowing that eventually, her body would heal the wounds automatically.
”Phoenix flame: Fiery wrath” While Penny disliked using Phoenix abilities as an offensive, she would give the crowd what they wanted. The vortex of flames formed in front of her, guided in part by her hands as she twisted one through the air, the spinning of the vortex growing more violent before she expelled it towards Nolan in an accelerated force.
Damian grinned as he pivoted his Hercules Blade tip first into the ground and lifted himself vertically, though the summoned weapon was still slowly sinking downwards. ”Well played Rose. Have to admit, I wasn’t expecting a sinkhole spell. But you’re not the only one with tricks up their sleeve.” Pushing himself up and into the air while releasing and dismissing the Hercules Blade, Damian summoned and landed on a Striker Blade, hovering in the air. Summoning his Hermes Blades, he spins the twin short swords around before soaring over an unaffected spot near Rose’s rabbit holes and leaping off. Slamming the blades into the ground, Damian unleashes a Field of Blades, the attack moving in a cone shape towards Rose and her shadows. However, this is a distraction to allow Damian to take advantage of his speed boost and dash to one side of where he hoped Rose would appear to attack from a blind spot, otherwise he’d attack head on.
Boring, this was absolutely boring. There were no stakes at all, no hot blooded action between those fighting with the desire to win; it was all just a show. It was painted all over his face as he just watched Penny perform her maneuvers when caught up in Nolan’s spell. How was this entertaining to watch at all? Well, they all had their roles to play; if Penny was the blazing heroine of this fight then he simply will be its villain.
Black, divine ash seeped initially from his mouth and then from the rest of his body, swirling and merging together to form a rather unsettling human skull of large proportions. It had three eyes and looked as if it was grinning from ear-to-ear. ”Ashen God’s Appetite.” He stretched his arm out forward. ”Devour.” The skull launched towards the flaming projectile that Penny shot towards him, its jaw stretched open abnormally longer as it was going to quite literally bite down on what it was targeting.
Rose's rabbit holes wiggled and moved as if on their own towards Rose as she ducked back down into one only to form from one allowing him to strike her. Or her shadow allowed a strike as she became a hard black goo sucking the blade into the hole as one from his shadow formed allowing her scythe to come up swinging down
Penny couldn’t help the slight smile crossing her features. Alright, then. She followed up her attack with a, she hoped, controlled blast of flame, falling back onto her fire magic, instead of the Phoenix Magic. She couldn’t risk harming the crowd with that, couldn’t risk it when this match was about showing an exhibition of magic from them. No need to give more reason to bring back the fear of magic.
She moved fast, pushing off the ground and letting herself soar through the air, flames dancing around her, twisting faster and faster as she closed the distance between herself and Nolan. A giddiness bloomed inside her, the freedom of the wind striking through her flames, against her skin, the pure energy, chaotic and volatile of fire pushing her to act a little rash.
He wanted to eat flames, well, she’d give him all and more than he could take. She shot balls of flame without a concern for if they landed or not, one after the other in quick succession. With a few hand gestures small, Phoenix-like figures sprung up around her as she continued her dash towards Nolan, each with a few brief seconds of Phoenix song- spurring her to even more chaotic depths. They soared towards him, four flame built creatures that were nothing more than a distraction diving in and away from Nolan, around, spinning faster and faster around him.
”Fire tornado” The spell whipped up around her as she twisted away from crashing into Nolan, building into a fiery twister of energy that she built up around Nolan and herself.
Jack was almost entranced by the show as Phoenix Wing's four S-Class mages danced about each other, trading blows and flashing their spells where they can. Hearing Priscella's question, he spoke up so Jamie could focus on the match. "Nolan Waltz and Penny Hoft are, like myself, Slayers. Nolan wields Ash God Slaying magic while Penny wields the magic of a Phoenix Slayer. I myself am a Fire God Slayer." Glancing at where the bulk of the Phoenix Wing mages are, the Wizard Saint frowns.
"Sadly, it would seem their Poison Dragon Slayer hasn't returned yet, but they have a Dragon Slayer as well. Dragon Fang is home to a Jade Dragon Slayer as well, but they should, Gods willing, be on their way to deal with a problem..."
As the match went on and Damian fought, James lightly nudged Cody with his elbow and pointed to the clash between Damian and Rose. "She's not the first scythe user we've seen, though thankfully she is on our side. However, when facing someone with a Scythe, what should you always try to-" Before James can even ask, Damian is knocked away. "Well...that was unexpected...Anyways, what is the best way to counter a scythe?"
Jane was entranced by the fighting, seeing the four powerful mages going toe-to-toe as they were and after a few minutes, she turned to Belias. "I'm telling ya, Nolan's gonna have the best spells, him or Penny. Shadow magic and Damian's stuff just can't add up for the amount of flashy."
Species: Ralts Gender: ♂ Type: Psychic/Fairy Personality: Jolly Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework Level: 6 Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team, Confusion Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies. Held Item: Oran Berry
Empty for now
Rubbing his partner's head as Connor returns his Scraggy and telling him he did a good job, Jason can't help but be happy they won their first match. Of course, the poor thing didn't stand a chance against Double Team and Disarming Voice, but...well, I'll take a little good luck. Letting Ralts look around a bit, the martial artist listens to his fellow trainer as the young man relays the rumor about the big jawed Pokemon and he hums thoughtfully.
"Well congrats on winning Jason. Now I was gonna keep the info to myself, but I'm sure you can find some use for it. Now it's just a rumor, but apparently at night people are claiming to see some Pokemon with a big jaw swimming about in the rivers. People keep trying to catch it, but it's very illusive. Well, use that info however you like. I gotta head back to the city." Before Jason has a chance to ask anything more, the cowboy was gone, already on his way back up the path to get his Scraggy healed at the Pokecenter in town. Sighing, Jason looks towards the river and then towards the sun, which was on its way to night, but still decently high in the sky.
Let's see here, if I take some time to catch a Golett, I should have time to run into town, heal up and then Slayer and I can explore some more until nightfall, when I'll head to the river...Yeah, that'll work. With a plan of action decided, the newly bloodied trainer calls to his partner and sets his sights on the Golett nearest him.
(Quick-catch Golett, using Double Team and Disarming Voice in a manner similar to the battle with Scraggy and then wait for nightfall.)
Species: Ralts Gender: ♂ Type: Psychic/Fairy Personality: Jolly Quirks/Talents/Aspirations/Other: Takes great interest in watching Jason’s bladework Level: 5 Moves: Disarming Voice, Growl, Double Team Ability: Telepathy-Allows avoiding friendly fire from allies. Held Item: Oran Berry
Empty for now
Jason frowned as the more time he spent searching for signs of a rare Pokemon, the more he realized he didn't know as much about the ruins as he would have liked. Suppose I should have seen that coming after all, I haven't spent that much time learning the Pokemon as I have out in the forest and other wilderness areas learning the lays of the land... Eventually consigning himself to needing to talk to regulars along the trail and others who might live in the area, Jason was about to go try and catch one of the Golett's wandering around when he heard someone approaching from behind.
"Ho there! Hey stranger!" The voice belonged a young man around Jason's age, wearing a brown Stetson hat, matching brown boots, and rather worn-out, sun- bleached jeans, and an orange button up with the last button left open to show a white t-shirt, with looks that looked like they belonged on an actor from the 1930s instead of the young man facing him.
"Afternoon, what can I do for ya?" The young man continued speaking and Jason, being the respectful person he was, paid attention.
"Sorry, I was explorin' the ruins and I couldn't help, but notice that you have one of them Pokedexes that grump Kapoc gave out." As the young man reached for his orange pokedex, Jason chuckled quietly to himself at Kapoc getting called a grump. Certainly a mild way of putting it, without a shadow of a doubt. He brought his attention back to the other trainer as he resumed speaking and waited for another chance to speak.
"I guess we're rivals of sorts. The name is Connor, Connor Hagen." Jason accepted the proffered handshake and returned the hydraulic level handshake with a firm shake of his own, keeping the mental grimace off his face. His hand was rough and calloused, as if his palm was covered in a layer of it, which lead Jason to believe the man spent a lot of time working with his hands.
"Jason Connor. Pleasure." Introductions out of the way, Hagen got to his point.
"How about we celebrate our meeting with a battle? After all, if trainers lock eyes with one another, then we must battle." Connor tossed out a Pokeball and what came out was a strange bipedal lizard with saggy yellow skin that acts like pants that it always has to hold up. Jason's response was to hold out the Pokedex he'd been using to scan the surroundings to scan Connor's pokemon while retrieving Slayer's ball and tossing it to let his partner free.
Pokedex Entry #559-Scraggy, the Shedding Pokemon. If it locks eyes with you, watch out! Nothing and no one is safe from the reckless headbutts of this troublesome Pokémon. It protects itself with its durable skin. It's thought that this Pokémon will evolve once its skin has completely stretched out.
Jason couldn't believe his luck for his first match up against another trainer. Slayer, as the Ralts looked as determined as the cute little guy could, was a Psychic and Fairy type that, according to his Dex, already knew Disarming Voice. Conversely, the Scraggy was a Fighting and Dark type, which meant it was exceptionally weak to the one Fairy type move his partner knew. Still, defensively, Slayer doesn't have a lot going for it...Right then, I know! Coming up with a quick plan, he started to give his partner battle commands.
"Alright Slayer, this is our first step towards getting stronger, so let's win this! Start with Double Team and Growl, confuse it visually and audibly! Then trust your instincts and use Disarming Voice to take out Scraggy!" Nodding back to his trainer, Slayer sets to it, numerous visual doubles appearing in a matter of seconds all around the Scraggy as Growls ring out all around it. After a few seconds the signature pink sound waves of Disarming Voice move towards the Scraggy, with seemingly no real rhyme or reason to their pattern. Jason held his breath involuntarily as he watched, hoping he'd made the right call.
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