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Post by infinitelyjen on Oct 30, 2010 14:35:09 GMT -5
The Hoenn Region has fallen into chaos.Team Rocket has grown strong since the days of Giovanni. That was decades ago. In his seventeen years of leadership, Matthias Gabrielli has grown their strength and numbers by a tenfold. Democracy is all but dead--Team Rocket's word is law. Oh, the government is still in place, there are still elected officials, but they are all either members of Team Rocket, receiving bribes, or too scared and spineless to stand up to them. They make their money off of their politicians and, like the thugs and gangsters they are, off the selling of blackmarket drugs, weapons, and pokémon. But their major source of income? Underground pokémon battles. Ten years ago, all the Gyms of Hoenn were broken into, their leaders and members either killed or recruited by Team Rocket. They now run a ring of underground pokémon tournaments, played for money or even higher stakes. What's more, Team Rocket demands that one member of each family join their ranks. If they refuse, the child is to be taken by force, or their family will suffer the consequences. Battles now exist for only two purposes: money, or survival. The police have no authority. Crime is rampant. Families are out in the streets. Food is running scarce. Society is collapsing.RULES:1. Don't be a douche bag. 2. No god modding. (This means NO legendaries in your arsenal, and not a shit ton of advanced pokémon, okay? And no one-hit K.O.'s unless it fits the situation, and it had BETTER fit the situation...) 3. No, you CANNOT be Matthias. 4. We're sticking to the first 3 gens. 5. 6 pokémon in your arsenal. 6. Keep the content and language as clean as the Loon Table. 7. Avoid one-line posts at all costs. A nice paragraph is preferable. 8. ((Comments and questions outside of the actual story go in double parentheses like this.)) TEMPLATE:Name: Gender: Age: Height: Weight/body frame: Appearance: - Eyes:
- Hair:
- Skin tone:
- Clothing:
- Other characteristics:
Role: (Team Rocket leader, Team Rocket thug, PokéRing Leader, random kid, etc) History: Pokémon arsenal:
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Post by infinitelyjen on Oct 30, 2010 14:36:12 GMT -5
I'll post my template soon. So, for those of you who haven't done a text-based RPG before, it's simple. Post the template with your character's info, and once a good number of people have joined, I'll make the opening post and we can start!
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Post by infinitelyjen on Oct 30, 2010 15:46:46 GMT -5
TEMPLATE: Name: Gwendolyn "Gwen" Stone Gender: Female Age: 15 Height: 5'4" Weight/body frame: 100 lbs/slight frame Appearance: - Eyes: Deep Green
- Hair: Orange (and I mean ORANGE); a little longer than shoulder length; tied back in two pigtails.
- Skin tone: Pale
- Clothing: An orange cami ; a green zip-up jacket with a darker green hood; green cargo pants; red goggles perched on top of head (like when you put sunglasses up)
- Other characteristics: She carries a small red backpack.
It might help to imagine a Flygon in human form. You'll see why in the history.
Role: Refugee History: Gwen hated Team Rocket. if it hadn't been for them, she probably would have inherited the role as Sootopolis' Gym Leader. Wallace died a natural death, childless, and left his gym to Steven. Steven, you see, is Gwen's grandfather. Or was, at least. After Team Rocket came to power, Steven was the first on their hit list. Sootopolis Gym was raided, it's trainers chased out and the Gym burned to the ground. The Stone household and Mossdeep was also burned--once all of Steven's precious stones were stolen. All of the Stones died in that fire--except for Gwen. The Rockets had a special purpose for Gwen. She was only a baby when they took her, and that was just what they needed--a small child who couldn't fight back, and who didn't know what was happening to her. One of Steven's stones had mysterious properties. It was a stone never seen before, a stone which puzzled Team Rocket's most brilliant scientists. But they could tell one thing from the most basic experiments: it had the power to alter the DNA of pokémon, to even transform it into a completely different pokémon. It started with giving a Caterpie the genes whichallowed it to use fire-type moves, then transforming it into a Weedle, then into a Charmander. Obviously, this had amazing possibilities. So, why not take this one step further? Why not ty to transform a human into a pokémon? The tests took Gwen into her early childhood. They were long, and usually painful. For all intents and purposes, she grew up in a lab, with a minimal education. she learned to read write, and basic arithmatic, but that was the extent of it. She did, however, learn a LOT about science and pokémon. One day, just as the tests began to work, her anger boiled. In a fit of rage, her power suddenly manifested: she transformed into a Flygon, much to the shock and horror of the scientists around her, and flew out of the nearst window--also bursting a nicely sized hole in the surrounding wall. That was when she was eight. Almost half her life has passed, spent wandering the streets, finding shelter and food where she can, harnessing her powers, training her pokémon in the underground battles--and running from Team Rocket. Pokémon arsenal: Flygon (lv 52) Salamence (lv 51) Dragonair (lv 47) Umbreon (lv 49) Espeon (lv 49) Ditto (lv 6)
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Fuzzy
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Janneke > Leashy
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Post by Fuzzy on Oct 30, 2010 17:00:05 GMT -5
Name: Avery Westfall Shellnutt Gender: Male Age: 17 Height: 5' 8" Weight/body frame: 113. what do you expect from a kid on the run, eh? Appearance: runaway. ragged clothing, in need of a haircut, the like. Eye Color: Hazel Hair color: Brown Skin tone: Tan Clothing: tattered red/black hoodie, black pants Other characteristics: Team Rocket logo branded on left forearm, umbreon tattoo on right bicep Role: Public Enemy number 1 History: I have trouble remembering anything that happened before I was 9. But the memory of the day I was taken is still as fresh as what I had to eat last, whenever that was. She came for their family contribution. She. I will never forget that face. Cold gray eyes. Black hair straighter than I’d ever seen. My parents resisted this woman, and were ultimately killed. I was taken a few cities over to the regional registry and given my job assignment. Custodial work. Sounds innocent enough for a nine year old, until said nine year old is scouring the blood of injured/dead pokemon from the rings 4 nights a week. I couldn't take it. It made me physically sick to know the horrors of these matches, to know that I was playing a (small) role in their existence. So, like any nine year old would have done, I attempted to escape.
Team Rocket did not get to be as powerful as they are to have nine year old children able to run away from them. I was quickly caught by the PFC on guard duty. As an attempted runaway, I was treated worse than before. After being transferred to the Verdanturf sector, where the scientists are sent, I was branded and used as a test subject for different types of pokemon steroids, meant to give the Rockets an advantage in the fights. I know the whole “days became weeks became months” thing is so cliché for this time of story, but that’s what happened. Day in, day out, same routine. Shots, food, boredom, food, shots, bed. This treatment continued for some time until I hit puberty. I overheard the scientists discussing something about hormone balances that I didn't understand, but more important to me was hearing the fact that I was now 13 years old and that the steroids, while great for pokemon, seemed to have the opposite effect on humans, causing growth delays rather than brutish strength and vicious short mindedness. The treatments stopped, presumably because I was now worthless, and as such, my rations were cut.
One night, sometime after this, I noticed two scientists arguing with a few new guards over the importance of a cart that was hovering past the cell I was in. It seemed to contain pokemon they had “acquired” and were to be used as test subjects. I realized then that I could use this entire situation to my advantage: new guards unaware of my runaway status, pokemon to help me escape and the “oh, help me. I’m sick” routine that got me as far as it did 4 years ago. Long story short, new guards are not fit to be guards and I am standing in an open field halfway to Mauville City looking at 15 pokemon recently called out from the cart I managed to sneak out with (you really have no idea how unfit these guards were). Determined to wreak havoc on those who had ruined my life, I conveyed my interests to these pokemon, giving them the choice of helping me or running free. Naturally, most of them fled, eager to return to their masters. A few stayed behind though, with an eerie amount of bloodlust in their eyes. The one that struck me as the most unbalanced of them was a slightly larger than average Umbreon with odd white streaks in the fur on her front legs.
A few days after this I made it to Mauville City and after stealing a newspaper determined that I was fifteen. Team Rocket had stolen six years of my life. I was prepared to show them just how big a mistake they made. After a visit to the pokemon center and the store I decided to settle in at the pokemon center for the night before realizing that an unregistered trainer had used a pokemon center and bought supplies for pokemon that he could show no ownership over. Knowing Team Rocket would be after me and that I was only one town away from my escape point, I decided against the center and skipped town around 3 in the morning. Good thing too, as I found out from the sources of news I was able to get in the next few days.
I can’t reveal what has happened to me in the last two years because I would be putting you at risk. You know those random Umbreon tags that pop up from time to time (and get much better over time I might had. The first one was basically a black blob with two smaller yellow blobs and white spots on the bottom of the black blob)? Those shipments of pokemon that get “lost” on the way to Rustboro? The Rockets who find themselves relieved of their pokemon? The explosion of a few of the smaller out of the way labs? Well, I guess I have told you what has happened to me during the last two years of my life. Huh.
Pokémon arsenal: Umbreon (Winter) Misdreavus (Missy) Kirlia (Phoebe) Heracross (Vlade) Crobat (Joey) Starmie (Vishnu)
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Fuzzy
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Janneke > Leashy
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Post by Fuzzy on Oct 30, 2010 22:59:54 GMT -5
so do you have a flygon AND are a flygon or is it the same one that you are?
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Post by infinitelyjen on Oct 30, 2010 23:04:32 GMT -5
Gwen has a Flygon, AND can transform into one--she can transform into any pokémon at will, really. It's just that Flygon is her favorite, the one she turns into most often, and the one she feels a certain bond to, for obvious reasons.
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Fuzzy
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Post by Fuzzy on Oct 30, 2010 23:14:52 GMT -5
normally a low level pokemon in a high level party makes me think hm whore but it's ditto. actual whore?
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Post by infinitelyjen on Oct 30, 2010 23:19:03 GMT -5
HM whore. And his full use will become apparent later in the RP.
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Hammer
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"When the hat goes backwards, crap's going down"
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Post by Hammer on Oct 31, 2010 2:37:53 GMT -5
Name: Ashe Hamroe Gender: Male Age: 18 Height: 5' 10" Weight/body frame: 157 lbs. Nothing special. A little extra on the left shoulder... Appearance: Eye Color: Hazel Hair color: Brown Skin tone: Somewhere in between pale and tan. Clothing: Faded blue hat, glasses, old blue-gray jersey (t-shirt), khaki shorts, gym shoes. Other characteristics: Has a semi-large blue backpack. Role: Loner
History: Well, it all started back when I was a little kid. I'd heard all about that Pokémon master Ash Ketchum; my mom even named me after him. It had always been my dream to be a Pokémon master, but the disaster that this world turned into killed any real hopes of achieving that dream. Despite that fact, I still kept a few Pokémon around, training with them and battling occasionally. I picked up baseball as a little kid, too, so all of my Pokémon were somewhat athletic (at least in terms of catching and throwing things). Well, the baseball leagues went downhill after Team Rocket took over. I still threw a ball around with my Polywrath every now and again, but any traces of organized play vaporized.
My parents had both been killed in a “car accident” when I was about 12. I took my dad's Pokémon in addition to my own, and have lived in the forest ever since. I mostly hid from view, just focusing on surviving most of the time. I mostly lived out in the wilderness; I enjoyed being able to stay away from humans and other insanities.
That being said, a lot of my life has been spent solely with my Pokémon. They all prefer not being in Pokéballs, so I generally let them roam around. I'm given them all nicknames. Haunter's is the only one that isn't self-explanatory, I suppose, so I'd best explain. In short, my dad give him the nickname before I was born. He always told me that he would “tell me why when I got older,” but that never really happened. So, RC is Haunter's name of choice. Of note is that the Haunter and Marowak were my dad's, and the Scyther was my mom's.
I've avoided contact with Team Rocket thus far. They seem to avoid the outskirts of what they claim to be “civilization.” It's just as well for me. I'm perfectly content out here, and really have no reason to go back into their Hell-hole of “civilization.” In case you can't tell, I freaking hate Team Rocket. But, that's another story (and not one that you'll easily extract from me).
And, for the record, I always carry around a ball and two gloves in my backpack, just in case...
Arsenal: Polywrath (Lefty) Charizard (Blaze) Pikachu (Sparky) Marowak (Hammer) Scyther (Slash) Haunter (RC)
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Post by Not Not Eddie on Oct 31, 2010 2:38:00 GMT -5
Oh boy! This is exciting!
Name: Adastra Tatham AKA: Tatha Gender: Female Age: 29 Height: 5' 8" Weight/body frame: 1.4 Jannekes in weight, pole-like build, physically able
Appearance: Eyes: Light Gray eyes Hair: Black, VERY long, straight, held back in ponytail Skin tone: Pale Clothing: Black jean shorts, dark blue tank, white collared button-up over-shirt with rolled up sleeves, white sneakers Other characteristics: Glasses
Role: Team Rocket higher-end member charged with enforcing the "One Team Rocket member per family" rule. Too bad she isn't actually high up enough to really know anything.
History: Tatha was originally an orphan, wandering the area around Rusturf Tunnel with only her Nincada to keep her company. That was how she was discovered by Team Rocket leader Markus one day when she was only ten years old--alone and eager to trust any friendly face. She was taken to one of Team Rocket's facilities, where she was cared for and given five other pokemon of her own to raise. Tatha lived her days happily, eating well, talking with the friendly Team Rocket grunts and researchers, and, most importantly, growing to know and love her pokemon--her new family. Team Rocket gave her everything she had ever wanted and more.
So who was she to deny them when they wanted something from her in return? When she turned 15, Tatha was asked to undergo Team Rocket's rigorous training program and work for the group, which she wholeheartedly agreed to do. It was an easy enough job--all she had to do was notify families that the time had come for them to contribute their human offering to Team Rocket.
Tatha had come to see Team Rocket as some kind of noble organization dedicated to the betterment of human and pokemon lives alike. So, she couldn't help but wonder why many of the families she notified either ignored her or responded vehemently with harsh remarks about her beloved group. She wondered why anyone would hate Team Rocket as much as these people did. She wondered why she would be required to visit these families in person and "persuade" them to donate a member, and why Markus, her original mentor, saw it necessary to accompany her the first time she met with one of those families. Then of course, it was utterly bewildering that there was so much tearshed, so much anger and yelling, and forceful resistance...even more bewildering that Markus brutally attacked the family members and their pokemon, and dragged a seven year old boy from the house by the hair.
There were so many things that confused Tatha, but what confused her the most were the shouted remarks from the father about "disgusting cage-matches" and "cruelty to pokemon and trainers alike". When she asked Markus about it, his face grew grim and he muttered something about, "necessary evil".
Fourteen years later, Tatha had not only learned about the "necessary evil", but she completely embraced the idea of underground pokemon fights to further Team Rocket's vision of a better future; or, if she didn't embrace it completely in her heart, she certainly embraced it through her actions.
At the very least, Tatha continued the job that was originally assigned to her--and she no longer needed Markus to do the dragging.
Pokémon arsenal: Shedinja Kabutops Lairon Growlithe Xatu Shuppet
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Post by infinitelyjen on Oct 31, 2010 12:29:03 GMT -5
((Also, I'd like to make a note that I don't plan on starting this until Kevin gets back from the Rally to Restore Sanity/Fear--I'm pretty sure that he'd want to do this and I want t make sure everyone gets in.))
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Kvothe
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This is madness? Why yes. Yes it is. So glad you were paying attention.
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Post by Kvothe on Oct 31, 2010 14:59:36 GMT -5
On a technical note: I think it might be a good idea to create a sub-board for all the different RPs, rather than confining them to one thread. That was the character work stays together, and it's just generally easier to FIND things. Shall I proceed with this?
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Post by Not Not Eddie on Oct 31, 2010 15:52:06 GMT -5
Go for it. I don't care one way or another.
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Hammer
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"When the hat goes backwards, crap's going down"
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Post by Hammer on Oct 31, 2010 15:55:34 GMT -5
Go for it. I don't care one way or another. This^ EDIT: And Alicia, I see what you did there (concerning your character).
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Kvothe
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This is madness? Why yes. Yes it is. So glad you were paying attention.
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Post by Kvothe on Oct 31, 2010 16:14:28 GMT -5
Name: Albert Rocker Gender: Male Age: 35 Height: 6 feet even. Weight/body frame: 160. Average sized, not particularly muscular. Appearance: Eyes: Blue contacts. Yellow and red after the incident. Hair: Brown, wavy, shoulder-length Skin tone: Slightly pale Clothing: Collared T-shirt, Khaki pants. Other characteristics: Dark glasses Role: Team Rocket Scientist History: Let me start off with this. I love Team Rocket. I am aware that it is a ruthless, cold-blooded organization. I am not delusional. But they have provided me money and resources, and brought some semblance of order, no matter how dark, into the world. Maybe I'm too steeped in propaganda, but as long as I have my lab and my funds, it doesn't matter. And I had those. My brother was taken into Team Rocket as part of their one-child-per-family program. I was recruited as a scientist upon graduating college. I was given a chance to pursue my dreams, and I could not have asked for more. My work is simple: I seek to understand the biological mechanisms by which Pokemon's powers work. Flight is obvious, but firebreathing? Electricity generation? Shadow manipulation? Teleportation? Telekinesis? I did eventually discover some of their methods, though the explanations are too complicated to be discussed here. Still, when I tried to APPLY this knowledge, all my experiments failed. At least at first. Against my morals, I began manipulating human DNA as well as Pokemon, and strange things began to occur. I feel nothing but sorrow for many of my failed creations, hideous blobs whose unintelligible cries for death will forever haunt me. Still, Flareon with ice powers instead of fire, Pikachu with telekinesis, it was all possible. Then my lab exploded. With all my work gone except for a few vials of genes for electricity and fire powers, along with and Abra I had given the increased muscle density and reflexes associated with Machamp and its kin, I was next to useless. It would take years to regain all the data, even knowing all the mistakes made along the way. Without my research, I was useless. I tried to appeal to the Rockets for continuing my funding, but was repeatedly denied. Then a team of hit-men arrived at my doorstep, and I did the only thing I could. I injected myself with the vials. I have since been forced to alter my face and flee. Still, I suppose two good thing came out of it. I am probably the only person alive who can produce both fire and lightning from my hands, an ability that has saved me in many an altercation. And the surprise on the face of ANY trainer facing a boxing Kadabra is always entertaining. Pokémon arsenal: Kadabra (Psychic/Fighting) Muk Exploud Heracross Houndoom Salamence
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