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Snowy
Patrician of Ankh-Morpork
Posts : 1564
Join date : 2011-09-29
Age : 33
Location : Bird school, which is for birds.
 |  Subject: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable  Fri 02 Mar 2012, 1:20 pm | |
| For a rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet. - Sounds of a large motor or engine resonated throughout the facility. Not a single soul would go near the deep throated roar of the machine. Dials on the sides shone like the red eyes of a beast that captured its prey with its gaze, and its metal skin was hot with steam as it escape from an exhaust pipe on top that wrecked the air, fueling something deadly. However, this machine was the least concern for anybody in the facility of cut wood and iron. The workers of this old sawmill had long since abandoned this place, but were too foolish to demolish what they left behind. Criminals and thugs had taken over and they made it a base of operations; one that was so damn deep into the forest, one would practically have to be lost to find it. The only voice to dare challenge the machine’s was a man whom was pleading for mercy – and those that victimized him to the breaking point. “Please,” the man wailed, “I told you all I know…” Two guards on either side of him dressed in black looked at him with a grimace. The one on his left kicked the man in the ribs with steel toed boots, causing the man to yowl in pain and his face burn into a rose red. A man sat behind a mahogany desk, glossy with a protective coating. He sat in a fine, spinning leather chair, but his office of luxury did not distract him from his duty. His face was flustered with anger from the man’s lack of intelligence. “What you know is nothing that we don’t already!” he sneered, his voice slithered and crawled up the victim’s spine like a snake, with the ominous sense of foreboding tickling the back of his mind. The man in charge signaled the guards with a hand and turned around, having the guards roughly pick him up and drag him across the room, closer to the sounds of the running motor. “Wh-what are you doing?” the victim panicked, helpless to defend himself from the ones that had beaten him and taken him against his will. The man behind the desk gave a rueful sigh and replied in a deceptively soft and formal tone. “A man dies... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.” “Wha-what?!” The victim yelled out to him, panicking as the door opened. On the bottom of the narrow slide was a spinning serrated blade, beckoning him with each of its riveted tongues. “Look through the window behind me and my desk. Gaze into the forest, and relish the warmth in which the sun's rays beats against your skin. If you're lucky, that will be the last you feel.” With that, the two guards on either side of the victim tossed the poor scrap into the slide. Above him was the metal weaved in the way one would make a chain fence, but barbed so that something wouldn’t fly out… and that the victims don’t try to stop the inevitable. The man screamed as he slid down towards his impending doom. Instinctively, his hands went up to grab the fencing, but at the speeds he was going, the barbs tore through the flesh of his hands and fingers, nearly mutilating them. He screamed once more as the pain burned his hands and as he looked at the exposed bone. He was finally put out of his misery as the saw on the bottom, cut his body in half, leaving nothing but crushed bones and a mutilated pile of flesh and organs in a receiving crate. A glossy red ribbon of blood ran down the slide and the metal was coated in the same scarlet coating. The two guards grunted and walked back to the desk in an orderly fashion with their hands behind their backs, awaiting the orders of their superior. The man behind the desk sat down in his chair and confronted the two guards. This man, whoever he may be, seemed to be heartless, yet organized… an excellently educated criminal capable of nation-wide conspiracies and criminal acts, with inevitable plans for the whole world whom has yet to witness. “Get someone to clean up that mess, will you?” the man barked, “It’s going to reek in a few hours time.” “Yes, Giovanni sir.” One of them replied before leaving the room. The other guard that was left, seemed to be of a higher rank, as he was the one to have hastily sent the other guard away with a dismissive glance. He stood stance where he positioned however, awaiting further orders from the man named Giovanni. “I will get a hold of it I tell you,” Giovanni swore silently and aggressively, “you will get me—“ “Yes Giovanni, I know.” The guard interrupted reassuringly. “We will find it. I assure you it will be in our grasps no later than two months.” Giovanni sighed. Two months was unacceptable, but… he had to take it steady. He was getting old, and the last time he had been so hasty, it had cost him a fortune – and an opportunity that had cost him a lifetime. The clone was of no use. It was an experiment, making a live creature of immense power and intelligence. Who would think it would react well to its artificial conception? “You are dismissed.” The senior officer nodded and left the room with his hands behind his back and with his dignity intact. Despite the silence and the reassuring tone of the senior officer’s voice, Giovanni couldn’t help but feel troubled. This wasn’t just some average creature they were dealing with, but that wasn't what made him uneasy. They had chased it across several regions, and it had finally come to Kanto, where most of his bases were, and where head quarters was as well. What troubled him was his own ambition – how far would he go to achieve this power? He reached into his pocket and flipped a coin. As far as he needed to. - Man, I never stop, do I? This is the exclusive remake of Deceptive Ambition, which was a remake of Rocket's Greatest Comeback starring an entirely new and re-freshened same exact back story with a couple of fixes! This RP was in fact my first semi-successful roleplay so hopefully things will turn out better. We start out in the Kanto region and your character will be receiving their first Pokemon. However, not in anyway you would expect. A local program has been going on for a couple years and was recently promoted, and now trainers from all over Kanto - and ones possibly from overseas (although that is a tad more unlikely) to receive their first Pokemon from a massive give away at Professor Oak's farm. The program is hosted by a man named Oscar Gene, who gives away close-to-hatching Pokemon eggs at random to a group of young trainers and/or coordinators. The goal of the program is to unbiasedly choose Pokemon at the very moment of the birth to maintain the closest relationship possible. Meanwhile, Team Rocket activity is at a sky-rocketing peak, a breaking record in Kanto's history. Ho-ly shit. Spoilers below for all the crap you most certainly want to know. - Rules:
RULES
>Normal forum rules apply - no spamming, godmodding, metagaming, and et cetera.
>The first version of this RP had trouble with users posting too frequently, and ignoring the orders of the OP and/or moderator. Listen to me and the rules I put down.
>Proper grammar and spelling is a requirement. In addition, please push yourselves to post long, yet quality posts. I expect a paragraph at minimum if you can. I may let posts otherwise if I find it excusable.
>No legends or shinies are allowed. I will also add that any Unova based Pokemon are unavailable in Kanto, for plot and canon reasons. However, you can have a Unova based Pokemon's egg. No genderless species Pokemon eggs / non-reproducible Pokemon.
>Your character or Pokemon may die dependent on how you play. If you or any of your Pokemon die, do not cry. In addition, I intend for this RP to be quite dark, so be warned. Moves such as Explosion, Memento and Perish Song DO kill Pokemon, so be warned.
>By joining this RP, you bind yourselves to the rules displayed here.
>Your Pokemon starts with their starting moves and one egg move if it has room or is able. Do not give any of your Pokemon moves it cannot naturally learn (does not include egg moves). Unnaturally learned moves can only be obtained from a TM or a tutor. On egg moves, choose ones that come off as realistic. A Treeko learning Dragonbreath looks and sounds ridiculous. Energy Ball is more likely, but the stronger it is, the longer it will take for you to learn how to discover it, use it, and learn how to control it.
>I'm just posting this here so people will read it and it will be obvious: the egg event is on a farm at Pallet Town
>Put the very first sentence of this thread in the Other section of your character sheet to prove that you have read everything. Sorry guys, you have to do this, even if I know all of you.
>Do not control my plot, other people's characters or their Pokemon. Try not to make plot twists without my permission or make yourself the center of attention either. That's called spotlighting
>The moveset system here is pretty simple, easy, and relatively AWESOME. How the hell do Pokemon suddenly forget moves, and suddenly learn a new one? Once your Pokemon learns a move, they know it permanently until you bring them to a move deleter, whom in reality, we'll call "The Psychologist". He also helps you remember moves.
>Remember that this is your FIRST Pokemon. Do not give your character a prior one, and they won't be super-duper smart and knowledgeable and know everything there is to know about Pokemon and traveling. Because they don't. See metagaming.
>Realistic names and ages. Bulldozer will not be your name, and I doubt you'll be fifteen. Fourteen is still pushing it. The most I'd allow is 13. The age range is 10 - 13 (possibly 14). So remember to act your age. You kids won't be swearing left and right and you're relatively inexperienced (but this is still the Pokemon world, so I doubt you'll be so tense about leaving home on your own). Despite the age range, things will still get quite dark.
>Remove the (parenthesis) in your character sheets please, for the love of God.
>Have fun, most importantly. Remember that a roleplay is a collaborative story.
- Character Template:
Remove the parenthesis "(example)"
Name: (Think of logical and normal names)
Sex: (Male/female, boy/girl, XY/XX)
Age: (10-14)
Appearance: (What do they look like? Be detailed, two paragraphs minimum)
Personality: (How do they act and how do they think? Be detailed, one paragraph minimum)
History: (Explain their life leading up to this moment. Be detailed, three paragraphs minimum)
Other: (Anything else that you would like to add)
Pokemon: (What Pokemon do you want to start with? Any Pokemon available except for some obvious choices. It will come from your egg.)
Egg Move: (Add only ONE egg move if the room is available.)
(P)Other: (Anything else you want to say about the Pokemon?)
- Characters:
- WARCODERED wrote:
Name: Vincent Cross
Sex: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Vincent is a generally friendly looking kid, almost always wearing a goofy grin across his face. He stands at about five foot 6 inches and seems to of grown recently and is a little unstable on his feet. Vincent's hair is jet black in color and lies messily on his head. While generally short his bangs do occasionally lie in front of his eyes. His eyes themselves are dark green in color. His build is rather skinny like his body hasn't quiet caught up with his height.
Vincent generally a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans. But he usually also wears a blue denim jacket over the shirt. He also wears a pair of slightly worn tennis shoes that are white in color with faded orange stripes. Right now he also wears a large backpack where he keeps his supplies for the adventure he's determined to embark on. The backpack that he wears is a dark black in color.
Personality: Vincent is generally a nice fun loving kid, enjoying being on adventures and gets along with most people. He tends to goof off a bit and doesn't take too many things seriously. Though his lack of seriousness is more due to there not being that many serious things happening in his life so far. His behavior toward pokemon is pretty friendly seeing them as friends and allies more than as tools or weapons.
History: Vincent was born and raised nearby the Kanto pokemon League as his parents were merchants. They sold items for trainers taking the challenge and souvenirs for the spectators of the fights. Growing up there he saw plenty of great battles and some of the great pokemon trainers of the region. Being raised around these contests has had on obvious effect on who Vincent's hero's are and his own aspirations.
While growing up Vincent would often go out exploring into the nearby forests and fields. There he befriended some of the wild pokemon. Though there were situations where he had to pick up his feet and get going when some of them weren't so friendly. There he also learned a little about hiking through the wilderness though he never really stayed out there for long.
Hearing about the program giving out pokemon at the great Professor Oak's farm Vincent has set out for Pallet. He's hopeful to get his first pokemon and to start on his own journey like his heroes that have fought at the pokemon league. Once he gets his first pokemon he plans to set out on a journey with his new partner to become a great trainer.
Other: For a rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet.
Pokemon: Larvitar
Egg Move: Ancient Power
(P)Other: - EROPSTOAD wrote:
Name: Lauren DeLane
Sex: Girl
Age: 12
Appearance: Lauren's face is a mixture of sharp and soft features. Her eyes are olive green in tint, and pointed slightly upward, giving her an impish look. Her face is round, but slightly football-shaped (that is, from the top of her head to her chin). Her nose is slightly straight and moderately angular, and her mouth is of an average size and thickness. Atop her head is a baseball cap, rim forward, and from the back falls her dark brown hair, stopping at her shoulder. A small wave protrudes from the front, sweeping over her right eyebrow. Atop the rim of her cap is a pair of aviator's goggles. The one piece of jewelry she wears is an airplane pendant, a small, cast-iron figurine of a Boeing 747 chain-looped around her neck.
Lauren wears a solid red T-shirt with the sleeves rimmed white, as well as tan cargo pants. Her socks are black, and her shoes are white tennis shoes with dark grey treads and blue streaks. She stands at 5'5" and is of an average build for a 12-year-old. She is actually quite healthy.
Personality: Lauren is slightly rowdy, as a result of watching violent wartime pilot movies as a child. She is quick to express her love for airplanes, but is fond of Grass-types. However, Lauren can be quite nice if one gets to know her. If in a bad mood she spits out airplane words in place of cuss words ("I'm going to shove my foot up your aft!").
History: Lauren DeLane was born to David and Miriam DeLane. She lives in a house just off of Ecruteak City, on Rt. 38. She has an older brother that flies with the Johto Air Force, and she is still waiting for him to come home.
Lauren was always fascinated by airplanes. This is because her father is an international cargo pilot, flying all over the world to deliver shipments. Lauren builds model airplanes, sketches airplanes, plays Pilotwings whenever she can, uses Jet Kirby in the Arena, and is a fan of Starscream. She is rejected by her peers for her atypical preference of planes over ponies, but as long as Lauren has planes on the brains, she's just fine.
At age seven, Lauren became interested in Grass-type Pokemon, as well. Nearby her house is a small meadow, where she flies her remote-control airplanes. As she was flying one of her planes, she noted a flock of Jumpluff floating lazily through the air. She gazed at the group of Pokemon, rapt by the way they breezily breezed through the skies. She wondered to herself what other Grass-types could do. If Jumpluff could float gently among the clouds, what other abilities do Pokemon have?
Lauren grew up some more, and she's twelve. Now she hears of the program to be held at Pallet Town, and takes this chance to be able to get to know more about Pokemon, their behavior, and what makes them go. She thinks Pokemon are as fascinating as a metal engine with wings, and just like those winged engines she wants to get to know the Pocket Monsters a bit more.
Other: For a rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet. (So would a PINGAS.)
Pokemon: Petilil
Egg Move: Absorb
(P)Other: Er, not much else. (Although Lauren will spend hours and hours seeing if she could make it fly.) - CRIM wrote:
Name: Lucas Reed
Sex: Male
Age: 13
Appearance: He stands at a height of around 5'5" but it's leaning closer to 5'4". His hair is a light brown, almost blonde, color. It's cut medium length and can be rather messy at times, but it's not like he doesn't comb it even though it does fall into his face a bit too often. Lucas's eyes are a pretty blueish-green color, laying behind a pair of square glasses that fit snugly onto his face. His face, by the way, is sorta thin like the rest of his body, with perfect teeth and average proportions. For his usual apparel, there's always his gray jacket mottled with shades of black and blue (which he never seems to get rid of even though it's starting to show signs of age) and his blue, pin adorned satchel bag that he carries all of his supplies in, be it Pokeballs or underwear. Of course, then there are the more obvious things like a random pair of jeans, or some generic shoes.
There's a torn up beanie that he used to wear occasionally, but it seems to sit at the bottom of his bag more than anything else. If he has nothing to do, Lucas often pulls a comic book out of his pack and will reread them until he can buy more. It can make him seem nerdy, what with the glasses and all, but it doesn't really seem that way after you've been around him for a little bit. In social groups, he doesn't become the center of attention always, or just sit in the corner. He'll be off by himself doing something random one minute, and the next be up in the crowd cracking a joke.
Personality: Lucas is amiable person that tries not to get into any sour disagreements with anyone. At times he's a clown, at others he more serious or quiet. He's outgoing and will start up a conversation with someone who is a stranger to him. He loves cute Pokemon and likes to play with them when he has the opportunity. Getting a Pichu from the egg distribution is something he was thrilled about (Or is going to be thrilled about, I guess.). Truthfully, he's just happy to finally be getting a Pokemon and starting his journey through the world. By the way, I'm not good at personalities, so I'll try and keep him to this sorta thing, but expect it to change a bit.
History: Lucas was born and raised in Goldenrod City in Johto, living with both his parents and his older sister. Both of his parents are mechanics that work on the magnet train and radio tower. They were always good to him and if he got good grades in school, then life was easy. They didn't pressure him to be an overachiever or anything. Just told him to do good, so he did. They're a middle class family. Average income and an average home. Life was good and easy. His sister owned a Furret from his Pokemon journey that Lucas just adored. It was playful and intelligent as well. Plus it was cute so that's, like, an added bonus. Lucas's older sister actually received her Pokemon originally as a Sentret from the egg distribution in Pallet Town years before. The event became known to him after his folks sent his sister off to it a couple years before. Since then he's been eagerly awaiting the time that he would be allowed to go even more so than when a child is eagerly awaiting Christmas morning.
From a young age he had been fascinated with Pokemon. He wasn't able to pick a favorite a type because they all seemed equally interesting. The power of a dragon type, the speed of a flying type, the defense of a rock type; all of it had it's golden points. Being a trainer was practically a necessity for him.
Back in Goldenrod, he never had one set group of friends. He would hang out with new people every year or so it seemed. Because of this, he had a lot of friends and it was sort of tough for him to leave them all behind, but he understood he'd be back someday with a team of strong Pokemon along with him, doing his family and friends proud.
Other: For a rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet. (Psst, roses smell like raspberries and it's awesome.)
Pokemon: Pichu
Egg Move: Volt Tackle
(P)Other: Friendly, a bit rowdy at times, and energetic. - FAIL_WHALE wrote:
Name: Mytho (Myüto) Yanagi
Sex: Male
Age: 13
Appearance: He's about four feet, ten inches tall and pale-ish. He has a trim figure, but not especially athletic. That is, he's decently fit, but not much beyond that. His most striking feature is his black pinstripe fedora, which he constantly wears down over his left eye. With that, he wears a snug-fitting white T-shirt, a simple black leather belt, a black vest worn open, and dark blue jeans. As accessories go, he wears a conservative silver neck-chain with a stylized Dragonair pendant on it, a silver pocket watch without a face (so that the mechanism is visible behind the hands), and a chain bracelet. His shoes are shiny black leather; he seems to polish them regularly.
He's almost never without a pocketknife of one sort or another, his wallet, his watch, and his cell phone. He usually has a handkerchief if he has a clean one on hand. He also has a seemingly infinite supply of sweets on him at all times; usually Botan rice candy, but sometimes hard candies or caramels. If he carries a carrying device of some sort, he has a black canvas messenger bag.
Personality: He fancies himself suave, whether or not he actually is. He has his own way of dressing and doing things. As you probably noticed, he has a sweet tooth, with caramels, brownies, and mochi being his main weaknesses. He's confident, and he tends to get pretty well into whatever he does. In fact, most of what he's wearing is from various past phases he's had - it's slightly offbeat, but it's definitely "him."
History: Mytho comes from Saffron City, where he lived with fairly wealthy parents in an apartment just East of the department store. His Mom worked as a receptionist there for a while, and she bought him a lot of stuff there with her employee discount. So, he's been well-entertained, but also sort of blocked out; his parents were very much of the "give the kid something to shut him up" strategy. That sort of played into and sort of spawned the semi-hardcore, gadget-oriented fan part of his personality. Also, interestingly, he has practically memorized his dad's stock of Bruce Lee movies.
He had a girlfriend once, then she ran off with a bug catcher. He never saw her again. Rumor has it she dumped him when she found out he was a loser, and is now an intern at a minor pokemon center in Hoenn. Mytho's decided to wait on girls for a while after that one.
He's becoming a bit harder for his parents to shuffle out of the way now that he's older, and he really needs friends, so they're are sending him for pokemon.
Other: "I shall defeat you with the magikarp my parents gave me!" "YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T LOVE YOU!"
Pokemon: Magikarp
Egg Move: He doesn't get any. Because it's a freaking Magikarp. Actually, scratch that. It has a second slot with splash in it. It's slightly more pathetic and dejected than the other one.
Other: All he wants is to be loved. - AND AVOCADOS wrote:
Name: Austin Martin
Sex: Male
Age: 10
Appearance:
Austin is fairly tall for his age. He’s not a giant or anything, but the height is there. It’s pretty clear that this height was all recently gained as well; beanpole is a convenient and applicable descriptor of his body type. Another indicator is his tendency to fail to take account for his suddenly longer limbs when doing things, as many post-growth-spurt adolescents tend to do.
He has long-ish dirty-blond hair that just kind of hangs everywhere. It clearly rarely gets any attention aside from simple sanitary necessity. A rat that took up residence in his hair would probably do a better job of keeping it from being as messy as it is than Austin does. Of course, a rat would look at it, while Austin just shoves it under a white broad-brimmed hat he uses to block out the sun. His eyesight is literally bad enough that he would pull a Velma and crawl around on the ground feeling for his ridiculously thick glasses if they fell off, and they do, if infrequently. They do a fairly good job of turning his blue-gray eyes comically tiny, even when stretched their widest, which isn’t really very far for anyone.
He wears a blank gray T-shirt and blue jeans. His shoes are standard-issue muddy tennis shoes, originally also gray. His backpack, gray and blue. A pattern, you sense. Easy clothes that are boring.
Personality:
Austin is a rather precocious kid. Academia has never been a problem for him. Physical activity, somewhat more so, but not enough to be overwhelming. He is actually capable of movement, and des so on regular occasions. The mud on his shoes didn’t put itself there, after all.
While some would tend to associate going outside with socializing (as most parents do), Austin’s going outside is more to the surrounding woods by himself. He is clearly not a very social person, and doesn’t talk much. He views humanity as a necessary evil, both extremely necessary (kind of facilitating his existence to formulate such opinions) and extremely evil (what is the premise of this RP).
His dislike of people doesn’t extend to Pokemon. He goes out into the forest whenever his parents/studies permit to be with the wildlife. There’s just something about a Rattata or a Caterpie that a person cannot hope to match in his mind. A lot of people respond to this with expressions of disgust (who would want to be on the same level as a bug or a rat), but they don’t understand that to him, a bug or a rat are improvements upon humanity. A rock is an improvement on humanity.
He’s not really shy. That’s certainly part of his dislike for people in general, but it’s mostly just that he doesn’t have faith in adults to do anything right, nor does he trust other kids to not be stupid.
History:
Austin was born to an average family in Viridian City. He already had an older brother, Sam, and shortly after his younger sister was born, they moved to Pallet Town to get more room. Because really, 3 rowdy kids and a crowded city apartment. Not the best of plans for mutual survival on anyone’s part.
So when they moved to Pallet Town, Austin and Sam began to venture out into the forest, as all young and suitably rowdy children, especially boys, are wont to do. Nothing bad happened. Just frolicking about in the forest, sometimes with some friendly Pokemon, sometimes not. Sam was his best friend. Five years older than him, he was a suitable role model when his parents were off doing job things, which was often. That’s also how the parental units actually sanctioned such risky behavior. More often than not they were away or so engrossed in their own work that they didn’t notice a stray child wandering off. Besides, they were always back for meals, so no harm done.
Of course, that fails to take into accent the major road that Austin and his family had to cross to get to the forest in the first place. A passing car didn’t notice Sam charging out into the street ahead of Austin, and so Sam was hospitalized for several weeks. The doctors told him he was going to be wheelchair-bound the rest of his life.
It doesn’t really matter what caused the change in their relationship, but more and more often Austin and Sam would get into serious fights that would turn into Austin being grounded for several hours due to the fact that Sam effectively didn’t have legs and was thus “vulnerable” (and Austin’s cuts and bruises apparently weren’t enough to convince anyone otherwise). And considering his brother was the only person he had contact with (sister cooties, after all, and he’s still before school-age), he kind of stopped talking.
His trips into the woods became longer as he went by himself. He would pack snacks for himself and the Pokemon he could find, staying out all day, sometimes late into the night, but not without parental repercussions. Once, he went out with a tent to have a sleepover at a “friend’s” (ha silly parents thinking he has friends), only for him to drop the tent in the bushes in the backyard and run unladen as far out into the forest as he could, only arriving back home for dinner the next day. Of course his parents had never bothered to find out which fictitious friend he was staying with.
He has good grades. His parents don’t care past that. They’re letting him go to the event mainly to get him out of the house, as if he were ever there in the first place. They already have enough problems with his disabled brother and his polar-opposite sister, who’s already channeling middle-school-girl levels of evil.
Other: For a rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet (I fail to comprehend why this would be a good thing, roses stink).
Pokemon: Litwick
Egg Move: Clear Smog
(P)Other: Nope.
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Fri 02 Mar 2012, 7:49 pm | |
| oh u using your admin powers to make it an announcement
Also yay, Pokemon. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Fri 02 Mar 2012, 8:01 pm | |
| Patches! That is cheating! Using your admin powers to make this a-
*Banned* | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Fri 02 Mar 2012, 8:05 pm | |
| I had no clue it was Pokemon until the very end. But then that may because I know nothing of Pokemon. x3
Perhaps the sheer brutality threw me off. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Fri 02 Mar 2012, 9:14 pm | |
| Did anyone else hear the original theme to the show come on after that scene?
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Fri 02 Mar 2012, 10:45 pm | |
| Yes.
Adding sheet to list of things I need to do. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Sat 03 Mar 2012, 9:44 am | |
| Yes, I am indeed an evil mastermind. Now join. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Sat 03 Mar 2012, 10:30 pm | |
| Oh, sweet, a 'Mon RP.
Name: Lauren DeLane
Sex: Girl
Age: 12
Appearance: Lauren's face is a mixture of sharp and soft features. Her eyes are olive green in tint, and pointed slightly upward, giving her an impish look. Her face is round, but slightly football-shaped (that is, from the top of her head to her chin). Her nose is slightly straight and moderately angular, and her mouth is of an average size and thickness. Atop her head is a baseball cap, rim forward, and from the back falls her dark brown hair, stopping at her shoulder. A small wave protrudes from the front, sweeping over her right eyebrow. Atop the rim of her cap is a pair of aviator's goggles. The one piece of jewelry she wears is an airplane pendant, a small, cast-iron figurine of a Boeing 747 chain-looped around her neck.
Lauren wears a solid red T-shirt with the sleeves rimmed white, as well as tan cargo pants. Her socks are black, and her shoes are white tennis shoes with dark grey treads and blue streaks. She stands at 5'5" and is of an average build for a 12-year-old. She is actually quite healthy.
Personality: Lauren is slightly rowdy, as a result of watching violent wartime pilot movies as a child. She is quick to express her love for airplanes, but is fond of Grass-types. However, Lauren can be quite nice if one gets to know her. If in a bad mood she spits out airplane words in place of cuss words ("I'm going to shove my foot up your aft!").
History: Lauren DeLane was born to David and Miriam DeLane. She lives in a house just off of Ecruteak City, on Rt. 38. She has an older brother that flies with the Johto Air Force, and she is still waiting for him to come home.
Lauren was always fascinated by airplanes. This is because her father is an international cargo pilot, flying all over the world to deliver shipments. Lauren builds model airplanes, sketches airplanes, plays Pilotwings whenever she can, uses Jet Kirby in the Arena, and is a fan of Starscream. She is rejected by her peers for her atypical preference of planes over ponies, but as long as Lauren has planes on the brains, she's just fine.
At age seven, Lauren became interested in Grass-type Pokemon, as well. Nearby her house is a small meadow, where she flies her remote-control airplanes. As she was flying one of her planes, she noted a flock of Jumpluff floating lazily through the air. She gazed at the group of Pokemon, rapt by the way they breezily breezed through the skies. She wondered to herself what other Grass-types could do. If Jumpluff could float gently among the clouds, what other abilities do Pokemon have?
Lauren grew up some more, and she's twelve. Now she hears of the program to be held at Pallet Town, and takes this chance to be able to get to know more about Pokemon, their behavior, and what makes them go. She thinks Pokemon are as fascinating as a metal engine with wings, and just like those winged engines she wants to get to know the Pocket Monsters a bit more.
Other: For a rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet. (So would a PINGAS.)
Pokemon: Petilil
Egg Move: Absorb
(P)Other: Er, not much else. (Although Lauren will spend hours and hours seeing if she could make it fly.)
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| | | | Snowy
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Sun 04 Mar 2012, 12:47 pm | |
| Yeah, accepted. But can you tell me where she lives, or add it to the sheet? I'd like to know that. | |
| | | | EropsToad
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Sun 04 Mar 2012, 1:12 pm | |
| She lives just outside Ecruteak City, on Rt. 38. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Sun 04 Mar 2012, 6:49 pm | |
| Name: Vincent Cross
Sex: Male
Age: 14
Appearance: Vincent is a generally friendly looking kid, almost always wearing a goofy grin across his face. He stands at about five foot 6 inches and seems to of grown recently and is a little unstable on his feet. Vincent's hair is jet black in color and lies messily on his head. While generally short his bangs do occasionally lie in front of his eyes. His eyes themselves are dark green in color. His build is rather skinny like his body hasn't quiet caught up with his height.
Vincent generally a plain white T-shirt and blue jeans. But he usually also wears a blue denim jacket over the shirt. He also wears a pair of slightly worn tennis shoes that are white in color with faded orange stripes. Right now he also wears a large backpack where he keeps his supplies for the adventure he's determined to embark on. The backpack that he wears is a dark black in color.
Personality: Vincent is generally a nice fun loving kid, enjoying being on adventures and gets along with most people. He tends to goof off a bit and doesn't take too many things seriously. Though his lack of seriousness is more due to there not being that many serious things happening in his life so far. His behavior toward pokemon is pretty friendly seeing them as friends and allies more than as tools or weapons.
History: Vincent was born and raised nearby the Kanto pokemon League as his parents were merchants. They sold items for trainers taking the challenge and souvenirs for the spectators of the fights. Growing up there he saw plenty of great battles and some of the great pokemon trainers of the region. Being raised around these contests has had on obvious effect on who Vincent's hero's are and his own aspirations.
While growing up Vincent would often go out exploring into the nearby forests and fields. There he befriended some of the wild pokemon. Though there were situations where he had to pick up his feet and get going when some of them weren't so friendly. There he also learned a little about hiking through the wilderness though he never really stayed out there for long.
Hearing about the program giving out pokemon at the great Professor Oak's farm Vincent has set out for Pallet. He's hopeful to get his first pokemon and to start on his own journey like his heroes that have fought at the pokemon league. Once he gets his first pokemon he plans to set out on a journey with his new partner to become a great trainer.
Other: For a rose by any other name, would smell just as sweet.
Pokemon: Larvitar
Egg Move: Ancient Power
(P)Other:
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| | | | Snowy
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 05 Mar 2012, 2:34 pm | |
| That is acceptable. It's going to take a while for you to realize that Larvitar can use Outrage though, and even when you do, learning to being able to use it is a burden in itself. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 05 Mar 2012, 7:23 pm | |
| Yeah but it seemed like the best choice for him from the egg moves available. | |
| | | | Snowy
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 05 Mar 2012, 7:38 pm | |
| I actually encourage most interesting, realistic, and unique aspects over the best but it's no reason to deny your sheet. I just want you to be aware that Larvitar won't know how to actually use Outrage for a while. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 05 Mar 2012, 7:44 pm | |
| I guess it could learn Ancient Power as an Egg move which would be more interesting. | |
| | | | Snowy
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 05 Mar 2012, 7:46 pm | |
| It would allow you to use your egg move faster if you were to use than over Outrage, but you can choose either one. | |
| | | | Warcodered
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 05 Mar 2012, 9:24 pm | |
| Sure I'll go with Ancient Power then. Shooting a glowing ball of energy sounds cooler anyway.
Though I though it would involve rocks? | |
| | | | Snowy
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 05 Mar 2012, 9:46 pm | |
| I'm sure it depends on the Pokemon. A bunch of rocks sounds like it would come from a psychic Pokemon. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Thu 08 Mar 2012, 8:06 am | |
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| | | | EropsToad
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Thu 08 Mar 2012, 10:26 pm | |
| Isn't it weird how a dragonfly can chuck a bunch of rocks at another Pokemon? | |
| | | | Snowy
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Fri 09 Mar 2012, 9:10 am | |
| Yanma looks weird, so I guess that makes it alright. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 28 May 2012, 12:48 am | |
| Hey, bump bitches.
I'll add War's sheet to the OP if he decides to come back. | |
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| | Subject: Re: Our Heritage for Time Immemorable Mon 28 May 2012, 1:28 am | |
| Hmmmmm what pokemon what pokemon? | |
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