[X] My Assistant

[Kurutto]

Hello! I am Kurutto, but you can call me by any derivative of that name. I am looking for an advanced role-player to participate in a 1x1 Pokémon Trainer RP with me, which would be set in Kalos. I have only vague ideas to the actual plot, so I invite you, if you are interested, to help me shape the plot before diving into a great role-play.

How advanced?
I am looking for an advanced role-player, meaning that I would prefer that you would reply in at least a few (2+) somewhat detailed and literate paragraphs with thought behind them that would help develop your character and writing skills. This means that I will not invite one-liners to role-play with me. I'd appreciate if you can show me the thought you are able to put in your role-play thoughts through sample(s). I, myself, will demonstrate samples of how I role-play in this post. I apologize if this role-playing style is not your cup of tea; I am hard-core in my role-play posts, but, I am able to tone down my post length a bit if you do so. I am all for equal effort!

Wouldn't you want someone to put forth similar effort to you? Or would you want to put forth the greatest piece of writing you have written, jam-packed with inspiration, and then receive an effortless one-liner in return?


My Characters
I have one main character I plan to use, and one supporting character that will be mentioned and will have some appearances throughout, though is not my main man. You may use however many characters you want, in this instance.

Both of my characters are Team Flare grunts. My main man is Jacques, while my secondary character is his new friend, Boaz.

Jacques
Name: Jacques [undetermined surname]
Gender: Male
Age: Undetermined [highschool-college aged, from around 17-20]
Hometown: Camphrier Town

Appearance: [The linked image was a gift drawing from my friend. I am also an artist, but my drawings of him are a bit too rough to show you, haha.]

Insecure about his appearance, Jacques prefers not to show anyone his facial features (his eyes) in full, as his face is scarred from a bird Pokémon attack (which also had the unfortunate effect of leaving him with a blind left eye). He is very appreciative of the shades that come with the Team Flare uniform, and now has a tendency to wear shades wherever he goes, even when indoors.

Team flare member, Jacques

- from camphrier town

Team:
- starter/primary pokémon: skiddo/gogoat — Hermia
- secondary pokemon: golurk — Isaac
(a mode of instant transportation for him, given to him by a loved one because he
does not appreciate bird pokemon). It came from route 10 as a golett
Named after his relative's favorite character in his favorite book.
- others: Pangoro — Lorenzo, nicknamed Enzo (evolves through older brother's
Inkay/malamar, Minnie), Furret — Freddy (was, at first, terrified of Jacques' visage)

- blind left eye and scarring to his face because he was attacked by a bird pokemon he tried to catch (consequently, he does not use bird pokemon, period). He appreciates the uniform shades, so his blind eye/scarring is not as visible.

- joined team flare because he wanted to be something. He was lured in by the beautiful/fashionable motto/goal, as he was bullied for his ugly visage.
-price: five million

Jacques is an unidentified age (between highschool age to college age). He lives in Camphrier Town with his family: his father, mother, and his older brother. His hobbies include acting, plays, playwriting, and reading. Because of his interest in plays, he does try out for the plays throughout the school year, but he never seemes to be able to receive a role, to his disappointment (he refuses the opportunity for set work). His only friend moved away the year before, so Jacques has been making due by joining the cool/popular group whenever possible.

On his birthday, he is sitting on his bed reading A Midsummer Night's Dream when his father gives him a Skiddo. The father advises him to nickname Pokémon so that he could mark his Pokéballs accordingly, so he has no trouble by calling out the wrong 'mon, etc. With A Midsummer Night's Dream in hand, he names the Skiddo Hermia. Now, he is ready for exploring the Pokémon world with his Skiddo. So far so good!

A few days passed, and one day he is poking around the edge of the tall grass on some route with his skiddo. Suddenly, the sky seems to darken above him as a shadow closes in on him. Jacques steps back and gapes in awe at the Zapdos before him. Immediately, Jacques orders his Pokémon to attack and then whips out an unused pokéball (as if that would do him any good, but he could not help himself). Before he could fling the ball at it, however, the Zapdos is enraged and begins to fly up above him and away. As it is ascending, its talons tear into Jacques face, and by the end of it he wakes up at a hospital to the unfortunate news that his face is scarred for life and he is very much so blind in his left eye. This, of course, severely dampens his spirits.

At school, it seems as if everyone is gossiping about how he could have gotten his scarring and whenever he passes in the hall, etc, people either (1) gape at him (2) hurriedly turn away (3) gasp in astonishment before laughing weakly and apologizing to him (4) abruptly ask him how he got his scarring or whether he can see out of his left eye, or (5) turn to gossip with the person next to him. He no longer hangs out with the cool or popular group anymore for the same reason, so Jacques is left feeling ugly, worthless, and alone.

At home, he stresses his newfound fear of bird pokémon and that he refuses to use them. So, one of his relatives gives him a Golett, because as a Golurk it can serve as a mode of efficient transportation. Jacques appreciates it and names the Golurk Isaac, after the relative's favorite book character.

Not wanting to go to school anymore, Jacques sets off on a journey with his Skiddo and Golett, seeking to train them (especially the Golett so it could fly him wherever). He then comes across word of mouth regarding Team Flare; he then decides to join Team Flare, as his lured in by the beautiful/fashionable motto/goal, as he feels that he is bullied for his ugly visage. He wants to be something! He tries to join, of course, and then he is met with the $5 million price. So, he winds up desperately grinding every trainer he can spot for money. Along the way, he picks up a male Pancham and a male Sentret --> furret (who reinforces his ill feelings, as the little guy is, at first, terrified by Jacques' face).

At one point he returns home. His Pancham is able to evolve when his older brother lends Jacques his Inkay for the purpose of being a dark-type in the party. In the process, the Inkay also evolves. Eventually, Skiddo and Golett also evolve.

Eventually, after week(s) and hours of battling trainers (and pickpocketing others, regrettably, including his parents), he racks up the $5 million to join Team Flare.

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At first, the pokemon who hurt Jacques in question was going to be a Talonflame or something, but my brother gave me the idea of it being a Zapdos.

The following spoiler boxes contain RP examples. They may be shorter because the person I was roleplaying with may have been going at this length.

The view of Route 13 was quite bland and mostly uniform, with the only irregularities being the convenient skating rails, the occasional dips in the ground, and the alternating shades of maroon. Stationed in front of the Kalos Power Plant and decked in his Team Flare uniform, Jacques scouted the area for any threats, including intruding people and Pokémon alike. The young man's head swiveled, almost madly, to and fro in order to keep an eye out for everything around him, especially everything on his blind side. So far, so good; no one had come to interrupt Team Flare's business, whatever it was. As a fairly new member, still ranked as a grunt, Jacques had no idea as to what the reason was, exactly, for the "harnessing of its energy."

Suddenly, the wind began to howl around him, scattering grains of sand wherever it took them. Immediately, Jacques stiffened; there was an intruder, with a Pokémon partner armed with Sand Stream. How he loathed sandstorms! Feeling too vulnerable, all he could see now was the faint outline of his maroon surroundings and the scattered sand as the storm raged on, hiding most of the setting from view. What if the intruder passed by on his blind side? It was in his best interest, Jacques believed, to call his massive ground-type Golem to his aid. Not only was Isaac, a Golurk, immune to the effects of sandstorms, but he was also able to pack a punch when needed. Jacques judged that it was evident, at this point, that Isaac made a better guard than he ever would, and that he was ever so grateful to have him on so many levels.

Before he could reach for his Poké Balls, a voice called out to him from amisdt the sandstorm. A figure, with what was revealed to be a Tyranitar when they got closer, approached Jacques. Jacques immediately relaxed when he recognized the woman to be wearing the same uniform as he. "It's my turn for guard duty! Return back to the headquarters," the woman informed him, calling back her Tyranitar to its Poké Ball. Instantly, the sandstorm subsided with the Tyranitar's leave.

Jacques nodded and took his leave, himself. Though the sand was gone, a wind still blew vigorously to his right; Jacques hugged himself tight as he attempted to speed away in the direction towards the neighboring town. By sheer luck, no sneaky Pokémon attacked him as he fled. Once he reached the oasis before the next town, Jacques, out of breath from his mad dash, took a seat down on one of the benches. He found it incredibly necessary to run as the wind fought him; the longer he lingered, the longer he was susceptible to wild Pokémon.

With his arms resting on his thighs, Jacques sat there for many minutes more, taking the time to regain his breath and rest himself after standing out there in the badlands for so long. He estimated his guarding duty had been at least half an hour, if not, more. To be honest, guard duty had been incredibly uneventful, but that was certainly for the better; Jacques did not want anything to confront him or slip by him, and then cause any trouble to Team Flare. Quiet may be dull, but for the best. He shifted his footing and straightened his posture and looked around, spotting a few other people lingering amongst vending machines or chatting on their cell phones. He wondered if they were considering heading towards the power plant; he was hoping they were not. His concern faded when he thought of his colleague and her daunting Tyranitar keeping sentry duty. Her Tyranitar would be sure to frighten any trespassers away; the thought reassured him that rest at the headquarters was well-deserved.

Letting out a sigh, Jacques lifted himself up from his seat and stretched his arms back before leaving the oasis. The lively, yet busy city of Lumiose opened before him. People skated on the sidewalk alongside Gogoat shuttle passengers, and cars littered and congested the streets. These sights were all too usual in the day of a Lumiose familiar. The city had become his second home in the time he spent traveling with his Pokémon, being a member of Team Flare, and, prior to that, rigorously training them through battles for the prize. He knew Lumiose almost as well as his own hometown. Jacques took to the sidewalk and walked for a bit before crossing the street, when he got the chance. He stopped in front of one of Lysandre's cafés, but not the one that contained the secret passageway to their laboratory. The secret passageway had fascinated him since he joined. Who knew anyone could stow away a secret laboratory in a café of all places?

Jacques decided that he would stop for an instant to call out a friend to accompany him to the laboratory. However, before he could choose a Poké Ball from his belt, the café door suddenly opened on him, the bell cheerily ringing as he nearly jumped out of his skins. "Hey, watch it!" growled the man who opened the door. He stood in the doorway, glowering at him as he seemingly forgot that he was intending to leave. His eyes danced up and down Jacques' suit, before resting on his shades. "You're a Team Flare nobody, aren't you?"

The startled expression in his eyes was masked by his glasses, but they did not mask the rest of his face. Jacques mouth dropped open in astonishment as he, too, looked the man up and down. He seemed like the muscular and gruff kind of guy at a bar that one would not want to mess with, especially if he was drunk. The Team Flare grunt could not pleasantly imagine getting into a fistfight with him; his other eye would be out like a light, as well. Never feeling so grateful that he had his Pokémon to back him up in any given situation. His fingers fumbled for his Poké Balls as he glowered at the stranger. Evident that he was attempting to recover from his shock, he sized up to his opponent.

"Hey! I would watch my mouth if I were you!" he snarled. With the man having touched a nerve, Jacques knew that he would not have that kind of talk. "Want to go? Huh? Do you?" In order to get a good look at each Poké Ball's inscriptions before he chose the battle partner he had in mind, Jacques held one after the other up to his right eye.

"You little punk!" the other spat. "Who do you think you are? High and mighty because you're the lowest kind of person on the planet? Well, guess what! You —"

The man's retort was cut short as shadows blanketed the two from the giant of an opposing Pokémon behind Jacques. Passing-by city folk gaped at the nine-foot tall Golurk, while many others murmured and stopped to enjoy the fight that was bound to ensue, like audience at a movie theater, eager to chomp on their popcorn as their eyes were glued to the big screen. Truly feeling provoked, the man dug into his backpack in order to fetch a Pokémon, bellowing "son of a gun!" under his breath as he ruffled through it.

Boaz
Name: Boaz [undetermined surname]
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Hometown: Ecruteak City, Johto

Appearance: [This time, I feel the need to show you a sketchy reference of him I drew, since there is no neater image by my friends or by me, haha. His hair IS black, though I accidentally made it look too silvery.]

Boaz: Jacques' new best friend

- visiting kalos from johto
- somewhat wealthy. Able to afford team flare's price.
- joined because he could afford it and because more money? Adventure? Awwwright!
- prefers fighting pokémon

Team:
- poliwrath (male): first pokemon
- talonflame (male): traded to him. He just joined team flare at that point, and he thought that having a talonflame to match would be oh-so-cool. Traded away his apparently worthless first capture in Kalos, meditite for it (joke's on him — his original pokemon could mega evolve!)
- shiny croagunk/toxicroak (male)
- scraggy/scrafty (female)

[I did not come up with nicknames for them yet, so there is a possibility Boaz does not nickname his Pokémon]:

Poliwrath (♂) -- starter Pokémon. Raised him since he was a Poliwhirl and upon his evolution, Boaz began to really dig fighting-type Pokémon.

Talonflame (♂) -- Someone interested in Boaz' Meditite (♀) for the sole purpose of bringing out her potential through Mega Evolution offered up this Talonflame for trade. Because the bird reminded Boaz of the team he just joined and because his Meditite did not meet up to his expectations right away, Boaz jumped for the trade. This Talonflame does not listen to him all the time, however; this fact makes Jacques really nervous.

Croagunk (♂) (☆) -- When searching for another fighting Pokémon to add to his team, Boaz accidentally came across a shiny version of the team member he was looking for! What luck. Boaz takes great pride in his shiny Croagunk and uses him frequently.

Scraggy (♀) -- During his search for more fighting Pokémon, Boaz was attacked by a horde of Scraggy. The one that caught his attention was the presumed leader of the group, and she ended up being captured by him after Boaz's Pokémon managed to defeat the rest of the horde.

There are no instances of role-playing with him, and have yet to write out a long overview for him.

Questions to consider
- What genre? Action, Adventure, Romance, etc?
- Who are the protagonists/antagonists?
- What is the aim of the characters? Do they join up together, or do they mostly disagree with each other?
- What kind of relationship would your character have with mine? Hate? Love-hate? Love? Friendship? Relatives? Are they comrades? Do they respect each other, if this is so?
- Other general plot elements

Thank you!
Thank you for reading through this post! I can't wait to see what we can do together.

This post has been edited by Kurutto: Sep 6 2014, 09:17 PM

[Huntress Wizard]

Hello. Name's Huntress Wizard. Would you be interested in having me a your partner? I've been roleplaying on this site and many others for a few years now, and I should be able to produce what you're asking. I've been in a bit of a writing slump lately, and also not very active on this site, hence the uncertainty. But this could be just what I need to kickstart my brain.

I also have one highly developed character and a few other more background ones I haven't played with as much. I can put up her profile and a few samples if you're interested.

In terms of plot, is this taking place parallel to the main game's story line, sometime before, or sometime after? If it was parallel, then it could be a sort of "discovery" story for Jacques, as it doesn't appear he knows Lysandre's true intentions. So my character would start off being incredulous that he would join the "villain" group and kind of start putting herself in his shoes as the plot went along. And then towards the end there's the big reveal with Yveltal/Xerneas and the weapon.

I'm not sure for the other possible times, but I can meditate on it and probably come up with something in a day or two.

[jayrachi]

I see someone else has already taken you up on the offer, but if you're still willing to RP with someone els,. I do have a pretty developed character as well, and I would love to roleplay with him, seeing how little attention he's gotten since his creation. I love writing, and I rarely get the chance to do that lately.

[Kurutto]

Huntress Wizard -- Hello! May I call you Hunter? I am happy that you have taken interest in my thread. I hope this is just what you need to get back in the writing mood! I am very willing to role-play with you. If you could, samples and your characters' info would indeed be appreciated.

Plotwise, this is taking place before the launch of the weapon. You would be correct in saying that this would be parrallel to the game's plotline and that Jacques is sorely unaware of what the team's true intention is. Yes! Jacques would then heartily insist that there is nothing wrong with his involvement and be pretty defensive, as he did a lot just to get in. He would not want that to be a waste! That sounds like a good plan so far.

Share anything you come up with!

Infestissumam -- May I call you Mam? Or what do you go by? Oh, of course I am willing to role-play with more than one person. I have one main character, Jacques, and two secondary characters, Boaz, and a female admin I did not mention on this thread. I could mention her and give a quick review of her character, if you'd like.

If you are willing, samples and maybe character profiles, as well, would be appreciated!

This post has been edited by Kurutto: Jan 12 2014, 01:54 AM

[Huntress Wizard]

Yeah, Hunter is fine! As is Huntress or Wizard or whatever else you can think of.

I had a bit of a headache yesterday, so my plotting capabilities were kaput. But perhaps inspiration will strike sometime today.

Here's my character, as well as a few recent samples (from different RPs, so they're not continuous):

Name: Roxanne H. Mauden

Prefers to be called: Roxxy

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Roxxy is a bit tall for her age at 5'10", and is thin and wiry, giving her the appearance of having been pulled through Willy Wonka's Taffy Puller. Her fingers are long, and always moving or doing something, be it fiddling with a stray thread or just twitching. She is fairly strong from living on her own for so long, and rather enjoys getting into fights. As a result, it's not surprising the amount of scars she has. Her clothes cover most of them, but there is one small nick on her face, just underneath her left eye, and another slash stretching diagonally across the knuckles of her right hand.

Her face is very sharp and vaguely Irish, longer than it is wide with a pointed chin and short nose. Roxxy's eyes are her most prominent feature. They are bright electric blue, and very unemotional, displaying only casual indifference and maybe a bit of mischief now and then. Her eyebrows are rather thin, and curved so that she always looks up to no good. Her nose is small and pointy, set above thin lips that are usually formed into a smirk, showing off slightly crooked teeth. Roxxy's hair is dull black, usually tangled, and short, with bangs that sweep over her left eye. The bangs have a bright red streak about an inch wide in them.

Roxxy's clothes are simple: she wears dark colored shirts, and blue-faded-to-grey jeans with frayed ankles. She wears black and blue skate shoes, somewhat dulled with fraying laces from the years of use and abuse. She has three piercings, small silver hoops, in her ears: one on each lower earlobe and one right above the one on her right ear.

Personality: Roxxy is very stubborn. When she gets an idea in her mind, it is very hard to make her change, even if deep down she knows she's in the wrong. She has a rather short fuse, especially around self-righteous and/or fantastically stupid people. She has a bad tendency to say whatever she is thinking, and it often gets her into trouble. As a result of this, she's developed a very flighty, non-committal attitude towards life. Most things appear roll off her like water off a duck's back.

She doesn't make friends easily, due to the above issues with her personality. Most of the time Roxxy is very content to be left alone. Occasionally, though, friends will present themselves to her, and to them she is fiercely loyal and defensive to the point of near-insane amounts of effort. She does, indeed, have a breaking point, however. And when that point is reached, said ex-friend will find they can no longer track her down.

History: Roxxy is an orphan, for all intents and purposes. She was found on the doorstep of the orphanage, she grew up there for the first fourteen years of her life; whether or not her biological parents were or are still alive is irrelevant. When she was six, she wandered a little bit further from the house she resided in than she should have and came across a weak and rather runty Zubat. She needed a partner; it needed a lifeline. Epsilon and Roxxy have been inseparable ever since, and although she has other pokemon she uses, Epsilon never strays from her side for more than the few minutes it takes to get him healed.

Eight years later, and Roxxy stopped going back to her bed in the orphanage entirely. It had become clear some time prior that she was "unadoptable" and "a waste of city funds," so she just yanked up her roots and left. After four years of drifting from region to region as a stowaway or on Epsilon's back, surviving on pokemon berries, Epsilon's hunting skills, and the rare kindness of strangers, Roxxy washed up in Mauville with a criminal record and two more hardened battle partners. She won Burnout when he was only a Yanma in a card game, and he had evolved on one of his frequent and lengthy absences from her party. And Atlantis was a scrappy little Eevee Epsilon found tugging on one of his wings one night that he decided to spare for whatever reason. Roxxy went out of her way to get a Water Stone to evolve him.

Back to Mauville, she attracted the attention of the local police almost immediately. The chief sent a detective, one Duncan Levesque, to see what she was up to. It was supposed to be a covert mission; however after a day of stalking her around the city, Epsilon caught onto his scent and cornered him while Roxxy fired questions at him. He did his best to explain himself, being as honest as he could, and Roxxy relaxed somewhat, then invited him to have a drink. A few dates later - including a failed attempt at a movie - they were going out officially and Roxxy started tying up trailing ends from the dark underbelly of the regions.

On the last day, almost two years later, when she was paying off her final dues, Duncan was trampled by a panicking horde of Donphan while he was on duty. The shock was too much for Roxxy; she drank herself into a stupor that night, then packed up what little she owned and caught the next boat to the newly discovered region of Kalos, hoping to at least lessen the pain.

Other: She can't swim, and is afraid of thunderstorms. She's also crap on rollerskates, but can bike without using her handlebars.

Pokemon:

Epsilon - Crobat - Male
Epsilon, her "starter" of sorts, is very smart, incredibly mischievous, and extremely loyal to his trainer. He is her main mode of transportation when she doesn't want to or can't walk. His first evolution was soon after their journey, and his second not long after that.

Burnout - Yanmega - Male
A curious specimen, Burnout is prone to disappear for hours or even days at a time, only to reappear just as suddenly. While this was shocking the first time, Roxxy has grown used to it. Despite this, Burnout fights like a demon when called upon, and he is also protective of Roxxy when he's around.

Atlantis - Vaporeon - Male
Originally called "Mutt," Roxxy had his name officially changed once he evolved. He is the most volatile and least loyal of the three pokemon Roxxy currently has on her. However, Atlantis will obey Epsilon's every command, presumably as thanks for sparing him the night he tried to chew off the Crobat's wing.

A Raticate sniffed the air, rubbing its whiskers with its paws and poking its nose a little ways out of the bush where it was hiding. It could smell something delicious not too far away, and poked its head out to investigate. A huge stack of berries, just sitting in the open! It cast its nervous eyes left, right, left again. No sign of any other pokemon around. It took a few hesitant steps out into the open, then made a mad dash for the berries, intent on grabbing a few and running back into its hiding spot. But it never made it.

Out of nowhere, a blur of white fur and red claws tackled it, pinning it to the ground. Roxxy dug her claws into the rat and it squealed in protest. She bared her teeth and bit down, hard, at the back of the neck, and it went still. Dragging the body into the bushes, she called out "Okay Lyra, coast is clear." Then she dug into her feast while Lyra gathered up the bait. The Buneary waited while Roxxy scarfed down her first substantial meal in days. Berries were okay, but Roxxy was built to be a carnivore.

Wiping the blood off her mouth, Roxxy turned around, kicking the carcass as far away as possible from them. Immediately a pack of Murkrows swarmed on it, screaming at each other that they saw it first, give it back, it's mine! Lyra hopped up onto the back of Roxxy's neck and quietly munched on a berry while they walked until the noise of the Murkrows was gone. Roxxy felt Lyra tuck something behind her ear and sighed. "What kind?" she asked.

"White petal. I think it matches your fur really nicely."

"Whatever. You okay?"

"Yep!"

"Good. I-" She stopped dead, her ears twitching like mad. Fighting, not far from here, and from the direction it was coming from, it was in the city. Maybe we can sneak past that stupid pack of Garbordors now, she thought, and broke into a sprint with Lyra hanging onto her fur for dear life. The last time they had tried, the Garbordors pelted them with poison until Lyra was sick to her stomach for a week. It was a miracle she even managed to direct Roxxy on which berries healed poison. But now, perhaps the Garbordors found a toy to play with, and they could get to the other side.

As they approached the decrepit city, Roxxy slowed down and crept to an intact piece of the sidewall. "Stay down," she hissed to Lyra, then poked her head up over the top. And resisted the urge to swear. It seemed the Garbordors were gone, but in their place was an injured Leavanny and a tough-looking gang of a Sandslash, Houndoom, and Galvantula. She could probably take on the Leavanny, but the rest, while protecting Lyra? There was no way to survive that, and she wasn't ready to join her father just yet.

"Okay, come on," she whispered, and led Lyra around to a gap in the wall they slipped through. She slipped them through alleys and crumbling buildings, taking care not to disturb any piece of rubble, hoisting Lyra up if need be. They made their slow way around the four other pokemon, snatches of conversation weaving their way into Roxxy's ears. Something about keeping watch, and helping another get back to their house.

Roxxy had to suppress an urge to snort. No one worked together nowadays anymore. Well...She looked back at Lyra, climbing her careful way over a piece of concrete, and allowed a bit of a smile to cross her face. Unfortunately, she misstepped and knocked into a pile of rubbish, sending it crashing to the ground. In another instant she whirled around, grabbed Lyra by one ear and leapt behind the largest piece of rubble she saw, waiting for someone to come looking for them so she could ambush them and run the hell out of there. "No matter what," she whispered to Lyra, "the instant that exit is clear you run to the forest and wait for me there."

Talon was bored.

Out-game Talon tended never to be bored, but unless she was fighting someone, in-game Talon tended to get very tired very quickly of the endless waves of generic Decepticon clones and deaths that usually resulted from them. She lounged about just offscreen, watching the background scroll and tapping one claw against the ground. To most, it would sound like nothing but tapping, but it was actually a message.

Scrape, tap, tap, tap, pause. Scrape scrape, scrape, pause. Tap, scrape, tap, pause. Tap, pause. Scrape, tap, tap, pause. And repeat. B-O-R-E-D, in Morse code, over and over again. It was small, but a way to practice and complain without being found out.

At last, the owner left and the all clear was given. Talon jumped up, a grin spreading across her face as blue flowed into her eyes. Now she could go and see her friends in Game Central Station, and get away from the judging eyes of the others. She flapped her wings a little, narrowly avoiding hitting Starscream, Megatron's former second-in-command. "Watch it, Mute!" he snarled. It hurt, but she maintained the grin on her face and eventually he gave up and left, grumbling about the "stupid glitch."

Although Autobots vs. Decepticons had a train, it was seldom used. Whenever any of the Transformers wanted to leave, they simply did so in vehicle form, which is what Talon did now. She shot through the tunnel, expertly dodging the other jets and finally shooting out into the creamy light of the station.

With another flap of her wings, she transformed back into robot mode. A bubble in the crowed formed around her, but she barely noticed as she scanned the crowd for someone, anyone she knew. And then, right near the Pokemon Colosseum tram station, she spotted Wes. She waved one arm over her head, slowly at first, then more excitedly, even using her wings to lift herself up a few inches above the ground.

It was strange, really; after Arceus's Judgment, people were prepared for the worst. Yet outside the cities life went on almost as usual for the wild pokemon. Sure, here and there one could find a bit of human debris littering the wilderness, but the broken pieces of buildings or houses were already being overtaken by nature. Trees had survived, burned but still able to photosynthesize; Pidgeys and the odd Spearow called from the branches. Rattata scampered about, hunting for berries.

Yes, if there was one thing Roxxy knew, it was that life found a way.

She shook her head. "C'mon Roxxy girl," she said aloud. "You're getting philosophical again. We had a deal about that. No existential crises before dinner."

"Cro?" Roxxy twisted her neck to look at her nearly-lifelong companion, Epsilon, who was currently hooked onto her shoulders with his top set of wings. "Just talking to myself again buddy," she said, patting his wing. "Don't worry about it."

"Cro."

She kept walking, aware that Burnout was following in his strange zigzagged way of his. Every so often she could hear the buzzing of his wings behind them, but when she turned she didn't see anything. Her stomach grumbled; mentioning dinner seemed to have made her realize how close the sun was to setting. "Hey, Burnout!" she yelled to the sky, startling a nearby Nidorino into running for the shrubs. In an instant her Yanmega was hovering in front of her, his wings stirring up the dust. "Go find us some dinner, 'kay buddy?"

"Yanmega, yan!" He darted off again and Roxxy sat, Epsilon unhooking himself to perch upside down on a nearby tree. She drew patterns in the dirt with a stick while she waited for Burnout to come back. She could have sent Epsilon, but she was feeling pretty hungry and Burnout was better at catching the bigger pokemon. Speak of the Devil, Burnout reappeared with three Farfetch'd, one in his mouth and holding two with his legs. He dropped one in front of her, tossed another one to Epsilon and settled down on the third one. "Where did you...? Never mind, I don't want to know."

Several frustrating minutes of cursing later, Roxxy had cooked the bird and filled her stomach. She scraped some dirt over the ashes of her fire and clicked her tongue. Epsilon reattached himself to her shoulders and Burnout flew ahead. She followed him from a distance, jumping over steel girders when she could and going around when she couldn't. At last a crooked sign came into her view. "S__FF__O__ C____Y' it read. "Saffron," Roxxy muttered. "Haven't been around here in awhile." Human voices rose over the bird calls, and Roxxy went through the gate.

Small clusters of people were everywhere, huddled around not talking about what had happened just a little while ago. They stared at Roxxy as she passed by, the strange girl with the bat on her back. They looked like faces she had seen back at Lilycove; they looked like faces that knew the end was already here. Once or twice, someone approached her with less than noble intentions, but a quick glare from Roxxy and snarl from Epsilon sent them scurrying back. It was twilight now; Roxxy found an uninhabited corner near a ruined house and plopped herself down, Burnout landing in that sudden way of his beside her. If she set out from Saffron now, she would be trapped in the forest at night, and even with Epsilon and Burnout her chances of coming out of there alive were slim to nil. At least around here the abundance of humans would keep the wild pokemon away.

This post has been edited by Huntress Wizard: Mar 6 2014, 08:35 PM

[jayrachi]

I can conjure up a profile, no problem.

Name: Jay Lampe
Gender: Male
Hometown: Kiloude City

About: Jay was never really a problematic child through his lifetime. The carefree kid was comfortable and quiet so long as he could spend time in solitude. Born into a household with a protective mother and submissive father, Jay did not often get out of the house, and so naturally took to video games for any sort of interactive entertainment. As such, his transition into the school setting was an awkward one. He was always rather quiet and to himself in classes when he was young, but the lack of solid friendships didn't seem to bother the small kid.

Eventually Jay began to grow, and with that he began actually making friends at school. In his teenage years he was satisfied and happy with his social circle, albeit how small it was. Aside from that, though, his home situation caused him a great deal of turmoil. The stress put on him by this, coupled with the amount of busywork given to him by his school caused the kid to fall into a bout of depression for some time, which led him to being often cynical and sardonic with most things, and more importantly pushed him to go on his own adventure with Pokemon.

Jay, now setting out on his adventure as a new trainer, is unsure of where he belongs in the world as of yet, but hopes that his travels leads him to his answers. Jay is extremely enthusiastic about his journey, seeing it as the perfect way to get away from his stresses and tame his wanderlust.

Appearance: Jay, as drawn by me.

Personality: Jay is a very confusing person. First impressions make him sound like either a jerk or just a very bad person in general due to his cynical nature. He often spouts about slaying all things alive or decimating the planet just for the sake of doing so. He isn't very social because of this first impression. Most people tend to pin him as strange or weird.

However, underneath the surface, if one befriends him, they find a very amiable person that is capable of understanding problems that others have and solve them in a logical way. Emotionally, he isn't the best support, generally not knowing how to respond to other's problems in any other way but via pure logic. Though with this comes Jay's belief that the truth of the matter will have to be blunt, and will not spare feelings in defining the problem and solution to others in need.

Jay keeps his friends close, cherishing them oftentimes, aiding them in their life however he can. That said, he knows when to draw a line and be selfish for once, even if others might not understand why. Jay is a very selfish person, but not a spoiled brat. He will take things that are free and ask for them often, but always tries to say he doesn't want to be a bother and apologises if he can't receive what he wants. He openly admits to being selfish, and oftentimes is open about a lot of things regarding himself, usually only keeping secrets if he feels it would benefit him or if a friend asked him not to tell anyone.

Not often knowing exactly how to display how he's feeling, it is difficult to tell with Jay if there is anything bothering him. He doesn't enjoy talking about such subjects, unless he's at the last straw and simply needs someone to talk to. When he does talk to people, his face doesn't seem to follow how he feels, either. It never really does, and most people poke fun at Jay for his "deathstare".

He is indeed very cynical of most things, not believing that people in general have the capacity for the ideal world he had always seen as a child; a world of near-constant happiness, where people are usually nice to one another and work together to better the lives of as many people as possible. This was a belief he held for a long time, not being the social one, and once he was disillusioned to it, his mood about the world drastically changed. Sometimes he changes the opinions of other's to be more cynical without even meaning to.

Being very logic-minded, Jay is also always looking at burning philosophical questions from an objective standpoint. Although most of his findings sound pessimistic, he is not bothered by them, and drives to make his life happier once more. Jay knows that he is down about not knowing what he wants to do with his life, but is optimistic that befriending a Pokemon would be both an adventure and aid in finding his place in the world.

Interests of Jay's tend to be in the field of creating things via whatever kind of media he can. This media tends to be drawing, but he is good at other things. The male prefers solitude, oftentimes desiring to be alone to think or do things on his own. It frustrates and tires him when he is in social situations too often.

Theme Song: Yoshi's Island Final Boss - covered by GaMetal

Pokemon

Mythe - His very first, and currently only Pokemon. Mythe is an Eevee given to Jay by his closest friend in Kiloude City. The two of them haven't connected very well yet, since Jay is just starting out in his adventures, but the Eevee seems to have faith in Jay's abilities and doesn't try to make battling a hassle for him.

And for roleplay samples... It's really been too long since I've done a forum roleplay with long paragraphs and such, but here's what I could find.

Waluigi was absolutely beside himself with joy. It hadn't been long ago that he was down on his luck - stuck being the shadow of Wario in sports titles. Not an enjoyable fate, even if the duo were best of friends, Waluigi found himself with not much to do until Psycho Waluigi was added to the arcade, but look at him now: Up to his chin in riches of coins and gemstones collected by the players each day. If anything, Waluigi would make sure to purchase a first-class spot on the Excess Express, the quickest and fanciest train between Game Central Station and most of the Mario-related cabinets in the arcade. He wanted to travel in style before going to hang out with the peasants that he was once below.

A quick ride to Game Central in the lap of luxury always refreshed Waluigi, but once he got off the train, he was met with his usual routine.

Iris? Hey, Iris, ya there?

Not a single response in his head. Waluigi and Psycho Iris communicated exclusively through psycho-kinesis, but Iris seemed to not want to talk too much lately, leaving Waluigi completely alone here. But first he'd attempt to find Wario amongst the crowd. Today was the usual, still, though. Wario was likely too busy with business and getting richer - much richer than Waluigi could hope to become.

Defeated and with nothing left to really do, Waluigi sat alone on a bench. Sure, he could spend his money, but on what? He had already purchased a pure-gold crown for himself, and that's pretty much all the could even think of wanting. Despite his fun had during the daylight hours, going to Game Central seemed to just depress Waluigi for his lack of companions. He looked up at a duo - a large, bald man and a doctor of some sort dressed in red clothing. He sighed, wishing that Wario was at least here to hang out or something. Instead he sat alone in the station, watching others mill about.

[Kurutto]

Hunter — I am sure I glossed over your comments on the RP samples, because I could not tell you how confused I was to read the first one. Is Roxxy a Zangoose in that one, or...?

Thanks for your samples, nevertheless. I appreciate them a lot. I am sorry that you had your headache. As you said, though, today may be an inspirational day for plots. I can't wait to work together and come up with something great.

Roxxy sounds like a rough, strong character, which is pretty cool. I'd like to see how she would interact with Jacques, though her history is seriously disturbing. I was like, "okay, cool!" until I came to the part where her boyfriend got trampled by Donphan and I was like "awww...." That is way depressing! ;-;

Mam — You did not indacte a name for yourself, so I am just going to call you Mam. Your character is very interesting, as well, personality-wise and the fact that he is a beginning trainer (open to development with pokemon and such), and I like the witty deviation you linked in your post. I must ask, though: being your persona, is he a self-insert when roleplaying?

Thanks for the roleplay sample, too!

This post has been edited by Kurutto: Jan 12 2014, 01:22 PM

[Huntress Wizard]

Yeah, she's a Zangoose in the first sample. Sorry, probs should have mentioned that somewhere...

Anyway, in terms of Plot, perhaps Lysandre is still in the process of building the weapon in Geosenge City? That would make it a bit more obvious that he was up to no good, so easier to expose.

[Kurutto]

Yeah, she's a Zangoose in the first sample. Sorry, probs should have mentioned that somewhere...

Anyway, in terms of Plot, perhaps Lysandre is still in the process of building the weapon in Geosenge City? That would make it a bit more obvious that he was up to no good, so easier to expose.

I feel really smart with my deductive skills. By her physical description, I figured she was a Zangoose. Score!

That would be true, but would this be exposed right away? I'm thinking that what you said could definitely happen in the role-play, but not right at the beginning. That would be a short role-play, haha, for the evidence to be presented at the beginning. Do you know what I mean?

And how would Roxxy know exactly what Lysandre was up to in order to tell Jacques that he is being a foolish fool?

[Huntress Wizard]

A foolish fool...I like that.

Yeah, I think she'd probably not know at the beginning, but maybe Burnout or Epsilon would notice something suspicious and alert her? And then she'd have to try and convince the others, of course, which could lead to conflict and maybe a kidnapping...

[Kurutto]

A foolish fool...I like that.

Yeah, I think she'd probably not know at the beginning, but maybe Burnout or Epsilon would notice something suspicious and alert her? And then she'd have to try and convince the others, of course, which could lead to conflict and maybe a kidnapping...

Haha, thanks!

Well, I doubt she understands Pokétalk, so she may know there is a problem, but not what the problem is, exactly. Jacques would not believe her, in this case. How will she discover what the issue is exactly?
A kidnapping?? By who?

[Huntress Wizard]

Um, maybe Epsilon could try and get her to go to Geosenge and see for herself? That way she would have a vague idea that something wasn't right about Team Flare, enough that she knows Jacques shouldn't be mixed up with them but not enough to be convincing. And then, idk, Team Flare kidnaps her because SHE KNOWS TOO MUCH or something.

I tend to let these more major plot points unfold naturally as the story progresses, to be honest.

[Kurutto]

Um, maybe Epsilon could try and get her to go to Geosenge and see for herself? That way she would have a vague idea that something wasn't right about Team Flare, enough that she knows Jacques shouldn't be mixed up with them but not enough to be convincing. And then, idk, Team Flare kidnaps her because SHE KNOWS TOO MUCH or something.

I tend to let these more major plot points unfold naturally as the story progresses, to be honest.

If she is vague enough about it, I would think that Jacques would ponder on it for a while and begin to doubt his involvement more. Maybe he would try to find out more about Team Flare's intentions so he could prove Roxxy wrong. He would not want her to be right, after all. Of course Team Flare is fine! There is nothing wrong with him joining Team Flare! >:( He totally did not waste his time, money, effort, etc. for the sake of a team trying to destroy the world! Definitely not.

Regarding Roxanne and Jacques' relationship, are they going to become friends or would their relations be pretty iffy? You did mention that being friends with her is a bit difficult... Either way, would Jacques be aware that she was kidnapped and try to rescue her? Lol.

That's understandable, but a little planning does not hurt, also.

This post has been edited by Kurutto: Jan 12 2014, 05:39 PM

[Huntress Wizard]

Yeah, like I said she's a prickly pear so they would likely have a bit of a rough start (not even mentioning her affinity for Flying-pokemon that might look like birds from a distance). And then she'd probably be too forceful trying to convince him of Team Flare's nefarious doings, so they'd all get frustrated and separate for a bit. Perhaps Jay could witness her being taken away and then inform Jacques? If that's okay with Mam, of course.

[Kurutto]

Yeah, like I said she's a prickly pear so they would likely have a bit of a rough start (not even mentioning her affinity for Flying-pokemon that might look like birds from a distance). And then she'd probably be too forceful trying to convince him of Team Flare's nefarious doings, so they'd all get frustrated and separate for a bit. Perhaps Jay could witness her being taken away and then inform Jacques? If that's okay with Mam, of course.

Ah, that sounds plausible. I bet Jacques would be curious as to why Team Flare would take her away and investigate. You are suggesting Mam mentions this in his and my role-play? That's a good idea. The different role-plays could connect via timeline. Unless you were suggesting a three-man role-play?

Hahaha, Jacques is not going to have too many issues, if she keeps only the Crobat and the Yanmega. Jacques is not fearful of the flying type as a whole, but only of the bird varieties. Maybe he may freak out if, like you said, he saw them from a distance, but otherwise he is not going to flip out. Of course, if she brings a Swellow from home that's a different story...
If your character makes the mistake of showing him The Birds by Alfred Hitchcock, then that would be the final straw LOL

[jayrachi]

Mam — You did not indacte a name for yourself, so I am just going to call you Mam. Your character is very interesting, as well, personality-wise and the fact that he is a beginning trainer (open to development with pokemon and such), and I like the witty deviation you linked in your post. I must ask, though: being your persona, is he a self-insert when roleplaying?

Thanks for the roleplay sample, too!

I probably should have indicated. Totally forgot, sorry! xD You can call me whatever you'd like, although most people call me Infest.

He was my persona, but I tend to use my fursona for any self-roleplaying, so he was never used. Instead I decided to make him a Pokemon trainer OC.

[Kurutto]

I probably should have indicated. Totally forgot, sorry! xD You can call me whatever you'd like, although most people call me Infest.

He was my persona, but I tend to use my fursona for any self-roleplaying, so he was never used. Instead I decided to make him a Pokemon trainer OC.

That's alright! I am fine with continuing to call you Mam if you do not mind.

Ohh, I see. I was just a bit doubtful because none of my roleplaying characters are self-inserts.

Is there anything you would like to see plot-wise? Hunter mentioned in her last post above (I'll quote it in this post) that your character could possibly be somewhat involved in both plotlines, if that was alright with you. She stated that your character could relay information regarding any specific instances to my character. If you can, could you please look over it?

Thank you!

Yeah, like I said she's a prickly pear so they would likely have a bit of a rough start (not even mentioning her affinity for Flying-pokemon that might look like birds from a distance). And then she'd probably be too forceful trying to convince him of Team Flare's nefarious doings, so they'd all get frustrated and separate for a bit. Perhaps Jay could witness her being taken away and then inform Jacques? If that's okay with Mam, of course.

This post has been edited by Kurutto: Jan 13 2014, 12:30 AM

[jayrachi]

Oooh, that sounds rather rad! I don't really mind what happens plotwise, so long as there's a direction to take it in. I haven't roleplayed in so long, I'm not gonna be picky. xD

I'm up for this Jay informing Jacques business.

[Huntress Wizard]

Whatever you want to do in terms of structure is fine with me. A three-man RP might be less confusing, but I'm sure two separate but parallel roleplays could work as well.

[Kurutto]

Oooh, that sounds rather rad! I don't really mind what happens plotwise, so long as there's a direction to take it in. I haven't roleplayed in so long, I'm not gonna be picky. xD

I'm up for this Jay informing Jacques business.

Awesome!
Plotwise... Well, Jay is a new trainer, right? That would make him an easy victim. Perhaps Team Flare ends up bullying Jay for whatever reason and that's how Jacques comes to know Jay? Maybe he'd be present but not directly participate... I am not sure.

And then, if it was a parallel RP, would Jay know Roxxy or just witness her being kidnapped?

Whatever you want to do in terms of structure is fine with me. A three-man RP might be less confusing, but I'm sure two separate but parallel roleplays could work as well.

Hmm, structure-wise... Mam, what do you think? Would you like to do a three-man roleplay or separate but parallel roleplays?

This post has been edited by Kurutto: Jan 13 2014, 07:27 AM