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One of Donovan's many monitors chirped quietly, before the screen went blank. Softly, seductively, music began to play, accompanied by a soprano voice. A piece from the Puccini opera La Boheme, “Musetta's Waltz” to be exact.
The blank screen changed to an image. A man hunched over in a leather armchair, wearing a long and flowing gray cloak with the hood raised. It was difficult to tell, but the man underneath seemed to be unnaturally tall and broad.
“You wanted my attention, you have it,” the cloaked man said to the camera, his booming and deep voice a stark contrast to the delicate soprano he spoke over. “We have made a point of being difficult to find. Our computer expert assures me that it would require a truly extraordinary talent to detect her efforts, much less leave a calling card. As you say, it would be in our mutual interest to work together to save the world from those who call themselves Champions- or those who once did.”
Detailed instructions for a meet suddenly began to arrive in text format- one representative to be met by two Phalanx members the following day in the city of Vladivostok, at the Maxim Gorky Theater. Very public, very crowded.
“I warn you, though, the Phalanx will not operate in an atmosphere of distrust,” the cloaked figure said. He raised a hand, pulled a red rose from a vase beside his chair. The music swelled as he lifted the rose to where his face must be underneath the cloak. “I respect your genius. I respect all of my colleagues- individually they possess great virtues. Beauty, passion, courage, and so on. But just because I respect these things does not mean I hesitate to destroy them.”
The rose wilted and died in his hand, drooping as petals turned dark and fell. Like weeks had passed in a second. The soprano sang on underneath his words.
“We look forward to meeting you tomorrow. I am sure it will be mutually beneficial.”
OMAHA, NEBRASKA
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Reynard handed a soda to God Fist before stalking off into the corner. He continued to stare watchfully.
Unperturbed, Lilith Hobs went on. “I'm so happy that you want to help. Really, I am. One of the ideas I've had is making it clear to the world that there are nonviolent uses for your powers, ways your strength and toughness can aid scientific research rather than just beating up criminals. For instance, I have a team down in Peru at the moment who might need your help.” She pulled herself closer to God Fist, picking up her tablet off the table and showing him pictures.
“In 2007, there was a meteor impact at the little village of Carancas, right at the border with Chile. At first they thought Chile was invading. The strange thing about this meteor was that after impact people in the village began getting sick. Nothing serious, no one died. Official word is that the impact knocked loose arsenic deposits in the soil and it got in the groundwater. And Peruvian officials also claim they've recovered the rock.” She shrugged expansively. “My scientists disagree on both counts. I think that meteor is still in the bottom of that crater, and I think something about it is making people sick.”
“It's simple, really- I'd like you to head down to Peru and meet up with my science team to help them recover that meteor. Your advanced physiology should be proof against whatever effect it has on people, and your great strength should be helpful in digging it out- it's rough terrain there, very difficult to get a backhoe or anything. My guys have been digging with shovels and picks.”
“What you get in return is press about you helping advance science. It's not much, but it's a start, right? Working for the betterment of mankind in a new and peaceful way.”
CHIYODA, TOKYO
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The minister who had tried to interrupt stood, his fists clenched and ready to deliver a tirade of his own. The nameplate revealed him to be the Minister for Justice- Odysseus could dimly recall hearing of him as an outspoken conservative and generally anti-superhero.
“What do you care of human affairs, of human suffering?” the Minister of Justice demanded angrily. “What do you even know of it? You superheros think you have the right to ride roughshod over all of us, like we're some kind of peasants! You kill our people and you have the gall to stand before this august body and tell us we're at fault?” The man was turning red, shouting. “We have been generous in merely banning you from the country! I might remind you, Your Highness, that Japan still practices capital punishment for the crime of murder, and you are all guil-”
Suddenly, he stopped. Everything stopped, frozen in place, still as statues. The Minister of Justice was immobile, speaking no words in the middle of his tirade. If Odysseus squinted, he could see flecks of spittle hanging in the air in front of the man's mouth, somehow immune to gravity. Time had completely stopped.
“Kill them.”
Ogata, the balding bureaucrat who had fetched him from Nagoya, suddenly stood beside Odysseus, grinning up at the Greek. The only person in the room able to act. Ogata's English was suddenly flawless, his voice two octaves deeper. And his eyes, rather than brown, were a deep emerald green.
“You don't have to take this abuse, Oddie. You're a king, and they're nothing. Draw your sword and hack them to bits. You can do it. There's only a few armed guards, you've faced much worse odds. Cut them to pieces and declare yourself the new ruler of Japan. It would serve them right.” Ogata looked at Odysseus with his vivid green eyes, a grin on his face.
“C'mon, Oddie,” he wheedled. “Kill them all. You know you want to. You want to have your own country again.” He stood on his tiptoes and gave Odysseus a gentle kiss on the cheek. It burned, prickling his skin.
“-ty of that exact crime!” Suddenly, unexpectedly, time was moving again, Ogata was standing back in his place with brown eyes instead of green. His energy spent, the Justice Minister took his seat once more.
ANDAMOOKA, SOUTH AUSTRALIA
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The situation devolved, as it usually did.
Silver Glove threw himself at the nearest bikies. He smashed both of his feet into one's chest, nocking the man over his machine. He ducked a swung shotgun butt, aimed a swift jab right between that man's legs. Grabbed the falling shotgun out of the air, threw it as hard as he could into another's face. Three down in as many seconds. Not a bad start.
Then things got weird.
As he righted himself, he felt a touch on his shoulder. He whirled to confront whoever had come up behind him, and found himself unable to stop spinning. Like he was standing on ice. “Zut alors!” he cursed mildly as he caught another bikie with a spinning backhand, the momentum sending the man staggering. The Jack must have given him a dose of Friction's powers. Wouldn't be the first time. If he used them smart, he could make this work. Then things really started going wrong- the bikies were suddenly filled with the desire to impress Friction with feats of strength and martial prowess- in their thuggish minds, the best way to woo women.
“Hey, let's show the lady who the real men are around here!” one of them yelled. The rest shouted agreement, revved their bikes, and charged directly on Gant d'Argent and The Jack with motors roaring.
Launcelot's voice was in his ear. “We're in Andamooka,” he said calmly as the bikies roared towards him, shouting to be heard over the sound of their motors. “A little help might go a long way.”
Meanwhile, Tinhead Ned took several hits all at once. A nimble flier, he managed to dodge the incoming van- but the exploding bullet to his chestpiece knocked him down, and the flying quarter left a sizable dent in his chestpiece as well. He could feel his joints locking, and the armor was becoming hot and uncomfortable. Ned was no fool- he had kept abreast of the world's superheroes and he knew the scantily-dressed one was easily the most dangerous one here. There was a sniper somewhere, and he was dimly aware of another fight- he thought he had seen a huge teddy bear but dismissed it as a trick of what little light there was.
Ned knew he needed to act quickly before his air filters or joints locked up completely. Using his on-board targeting, he quickly stood and sighted on Friction. “Smile, you bloody Sheila,” he said. He fired his wrist-mounted machine pistols at her- 9mm bullets weren't going to do much, but they were a distraction to what counted.
And what counted were his shoulder-mounted Tesla coils. They let off massive arcs of electricity right at Friction as she advanced on Tinhead. “It's not the volts, it's the amps, darling! Read 'em and weep!” he gloated. | Birth Name: Ulysse Descombes
Alter Ego: Gant d'Argent/ Silver Glove
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Country of Operation: France (the city of Lille)
Archetype: Gifted
Allegiance: Champions
Appearance: Ulysse is a heavily muscled Caucasian man standing an even six feet. He has brown eyes and keeps his head shaven (somebody might pull his hair in a fight). His “work outfit” is lightweight and simple- dark blue, tight-fitting cotton trousers and a sleeveless shirt to allow ease of movement. Ulysse formerly wore a mask, but ditched it and made his identity public on joining the Champions. He wears weighted boots and metallic sliver gloves on both hands.
Skills: Gant d'Argent possesses no superhuman abilities of any kind.
However, he is a martial arts expert of some renown. While he is well-trained in several disciplines (including judo, shotokan karate, krav maga, and hapkido) he prefers to fight with savate. In savate, he is one of the world's top practitioners.
His intensive physical training gives him exceptional (but human-level) strength, agility, stamina, and pain tolerance.
Equipment/Resources: Gant d'Argent routinely only carries two (or technically four) weapons, meant solely to augment his martial arts skills. His boots contain lead weights and steel plating in the soles and toes to add force to his kicks, and lead shot in sewn into the knuckles of his gloves to do the same for his punches.
For particularly large battles, he may wear a kevlar vest and steel helmet, though he hates weighing himself down.
Finally, he has a small fortune in savings from his kickboxing days, waiting for a rainy day.
Biography: Ulysse Descombes is not a particularly well-educated man. He focused little on school as a child growing up in Lille, but excelled at athletics. Rather than being a stereotypical musclehead, though, he earnestly believed in sportsmanship, fair play, and an equal chance for everyone. He got into savate as a teenager, and found a sport he was even better at than football, tennis, or any of the others. Savate became his passion in life.
Rather than attend college (much to his family's disappointment) Descombes instead chose to become a professional savatuer, competing as a heavyweight. His diligent hours of training and natural talent were paid off, as he won victory after victory, rapidly gaining the title of Silver Glove: the highest rank and honor in the savate community.
However, there was plenty of seedier stuff in the savate community, underhanded practices that threatened the integrity of the sport and rankled with Ulysse's notions of honor and sportsmanship. Match fixing, doping, illegal gambling- all prevented up-and-comers from having a fair chance at success. Finally, Ulysse had enough. He donned a mask to protect his identity and took it upon himself to clean up the sport, under the name Gant d'Argent- Silver Glove. The steroids dealers, the fixers, the crooked managers- their thugs were given punitive beatings and the bosses chased out of Lille. Ulysse found he enjoyed both the new challenge and the rush of doing good, and soon expanded the scope of Gant d'Argent. Gangs, drug dealers, violent criminals, even a few low-level supervillains soon felt the sting of his fists and feet. He enjoyed a high success rate and national recognition.
When the Champions initiative was announced, he was among the first volunteers, giddy at the prospect of working with his peers. He felt so strongly that he went public with his identity Though the reality was less harmonious than he might have imagined, he still believed firmly that the Champions were a force for the equality and fair play he firmly believed in. He largely ignored the problems within the group, instead remaining mission-focused.
In Nagoya, he initially viewed the operation as just another fight, even when surprise was lost and bullets (and cars, and bolts of energy, and fireballs, and spells) starting flying. In fact, Gant d'Argent was rather enjoying himself, testing his martial arts skills against those of several of the gangsters.
Then the building fell down on top of him.
Miraculously, he only got a few cuts and bruises, not serious injuries. But he was trapped in darkness and unable to move for hours, unsure of what was going on above him, whether his teammates were winning or losing the battle, whether anyone was coming for him. For the first time, Ulysse Descombes felt pure and unrestrained terror. He remembers screaming until he blacked out, and then being lifted from the wreckage by firefighters, only to immediately be put on a plane out of the country. He had to learn from CNN about things that happened six feet above his head.
Gant d'Argent was horrified at the scope of the destruction, but also at the accusations thrown at the Champions. Stubbornly, he still believed in the mission of the Champions even as teammates expressed doubt. He at least had one fact to cling to- the destruction was not his fault personally.
When the walkout happened, Gant d'Argent was one of those who chose to remain behind. He does not regret this choice, and feels that continued service with the Champions will redeem their name and help assuage his recurring nightmares of being buried alive. Not to mention dreams of still worse things.
Birth Name: Jack Cochran
Alter Ego: Red Jack
Gender: Male
Age: Physically in his late teens or early twenties, actual age thirty, and he'll look that young for a long time
Country of Origin: America, East Coast
Archetype: Supernatural
Allegiance: Splinter
Appearance: Red Jack is a tall broad shouldered man with sculpted features. He has perfect white teeth and the picture perfect musculature of a model. Those alone would make him a beautiful man, but his natural violet eyes and silver hair with his soft caramel skin give him an exotic almost ethereal allure. When enraged or in the joy of battle, his eyes turn a starling blood red. His ears are subtly pointed. In combat he wears black unicorn fur with minimal fae steel plating and a red head wrap covering his face and neck. When he kills a particularly worthy foe he dips his scarf in their blood. The original color of the scarf is unknown.
Powers/Skills: Red Jack is a painter who only uses one color, guess which. Red Jack is a talented killer who trained in combat since he could hold a blade. He prefers to use his custom forged fae steel hand-and-a-half sword in tandem with a Desert Eagle in combat. Jack also likes his knives, carrying a variety of blades hidden on his person, there's always one in reach of his hand ready to fling into an opponent. He is stronger, faster, and more durable than a normal human due to his fae heritage. Jack has very subtle powers of persuasion, able to mentally nudge people into whatever emotional direction he desires. When enraged or damaged enough Jack will fly into a killer rage, his speed and strength are even greater but he becomes a beast that can barely distinguish between friend or foe. He hates being in this state, preferring to fight with his usual deadly grace and skill. His inhuman powers are also his curse, Jack deals with barely restrained urges for blood and violence on a daily basis.
Equipment/Resources: A set of custom-fitted fabric and armor. The fabric is made from unicorn skin and is soft and supple to the touch. While the metal is intricately made fae steel with elegant curving patterns in the metal. The tight black leather doublet and breeches covers his whole body while the silver armor protects his upper arms, forearms, shins, and chest. The leather is enchanted and will completely stop knives and small arms fire up to military grade assault rifles. The armor will deflect most blunt force blows and provides protection from energy attacks, magical and otherwise.
He wears red fingerless gloves and footwraps. His scarf is a family heirloom, worn by his father and his father before him down a long bloody line of Redcaps. Jack also has an enormous amount of blades on his person, including two wrist mounted hidden knives. Jack goes to battle with his bastard sword strapped to his back and his nickle plated, ivory handled hand cannon strapped to his thigh. The bloody armored helm of his family is affixed to his breast in his pin, a symbol of his status which allows him to access his family's considerable resources.
Biography: Jack is the second son in a family of faeries. His mother was a woodland sprite and his father is a Redcap, a fae with a genetic predisposition for murder. Their coupling was passionate but brief as the nature of Fae encounters often was and Jack was born in one of New York City's many "Shadow Towns", hidden communities of supernatural beings living among mortals. His mother was a city dweller inconstantly and preferred to spend time in her beloved woods upstate, taking her son with him and teaching him of the beauty of life and nature. Her father, the clan chief, however did not want to raise a Red Son among his people and sent Jack off to live with his father. Jack's formative years were spent on Cochran Manor in upstate New York. His father, a prolific Winter Court assassin, took an interest in his strong son, for he only had one other son among many daughters and said older brother was a more bookish sort. His mother occasionally came to call on him at the manor, and one year he had a full-blood sister, his favorite sibling.
Jack received the finest instruction in all the myriad arts of combat and killing. He grew up the favorite child, with every luxury and none of the responsibility of being his father's heir. As soon as he hit puberty he began feeling the murderous urges, only barely balanced out by the more gentle nature of his mother's people. Jack followed in his father's footsteps and slaked his lust for blood by pursuing countless liaisons with beings of multiple races. He became his father's apprentice, accompanying him on several of his contracts for both Winter Courtesans and other beings supernatural and mortal. Jack gained quite a few notches on his built and scratches on his bedpost before he reached twenty. Jack acquired the name Red Jack in the annual Winter Court tourney, where he won in a melee that had Winter Knights, Orges, and Trolls. Jack became quite infamous among his kin, his bloodlust and actual lust legendary even for their family. His mother's clan for the most part shunned him, his violent nature making him anathema to the clan's pacifistic philosophy. For her part his mother did her best to balance out her son.
Red Jack begun taking contracts on his own, his mother's teachings and sensibilities compelling him to only seek violence against those he deemed despicable. It wasn't perfect but it was something. Jack's life went like that for years, killing anonymous hordes and having strings of anonymous lovers. When their shadow world exploded into the public eye with the rise of the superheroes, Jack received a much needed shot in the arm. He was one of the first Fae to embrace public life and became a "superhero", his looks and charm endearing him in the public eye while he amassed a reputation as a skilled fighter. He was a team leader in the Champions and one of their best field operatives. He filled another role that only him and a handful of Champions knew about.
Jack was the team's personal hatchet man, taking care of problems in a way that no other Champion could. Whenever there was too much red tape to take someone down legally, whenever they were too much of a threat to remain alive, or whenever plain old revenge was needed, Red Jack was the solution. Nobody outside of the team and very very few inside knew about his role. Jack left no evidence linking the incidents back to them, and Jack had "disappeared" a handful of criminals in the group's short history. Jack's occasional wetwork coupled with bedding rabid fans kept his urges in check. He assuaged his desire for a noble life through his superheroics and he made quite a few friends and bed mates among his colleagues in the Champions.
Nagoya was where things stopped being fun. For his part, Jack didn't contribute to the operation breaking down but he was in the thick of the fighting that came afterward. He lost too many friends that day and over the course of the battle, he started to lose it, taking wounds and becoming more brutal in his takedowns. Eventually he slipped into the blood rage and went on a rampage, slashing necks and stabbing criminals indiscriminately. His final body count was somewhere in the low dozens. Luckily for him his allies knew what was going on and steered civilians away from him and steered clear of his vicinity as he did his bloody work. The camera footage of the affair was quite frightening, with him laughing and yelling and perhaps even moaning in arousal as he snapped necks and ripped out throats. A few of them had tried to surrender. The whole affair was a red haze to him, he remembered almost none of it.
The public backlash that followed angered him even further. Who were the humans to blame him and his friends for the affair? They were ungrateful, moronic, disgusting. Some of the Champions were almost as bad in their arguments. Jack scoffed at the idea of facing legal action and forcibly removed any authorities who tried. His days were filled with frantic damage control and arguments and public censure while his nights were haunted by frustrated lovemaking and vivid nightmares. Eventually Jack just couldn't take it anymore and promptly led the Splinter movement to break off from the Champions, seeking to start over fresh. Jack's goal is to do what the Champions can't and hunt down the criminal groups he believes responsible for the massacre, seeking to brutally destroy those organizations from top to bottom and damn the consequences.
Special Notes: Jack is openly pansexual and not shy about it. Pursuing his sexual desires helps to alleviate his violent ones. He has quite a few bastard children living in the manor, he tries to show up for birthdays. |
44,603 | 1,215 | 52 | 2,465 | 3,264 | Red the Teddy KnightInteracting with:
"Hm, that armor was quite sturdy," said Red, as Vorpal flew in circles around him. The giant armored teddy was crouching over the edge of the building he had landed on, watching the fight of the Champions from a distance.
Vorpal talked while flying, mostly to snicker. It was a wonder that he didn't get tired like that, really. "Haha, yeah! I was surprised that snipers leg didn't go 'snap'! Their gettup must be something else, not like that clunky piece of tin you're wearing!"
At that, Red took some offense. His armor was antiquated, he was well aware of that. It was useful for stopping things like knives and swords, but utterly useless in this modern era of bullets and missiles. Truth be told, he didn't actually need to wear it. His natural skin was harder than steel and more tougher than Kevlar; the only reason he deigned to wear the armor was simply because Alice liked it.
She didn't say anything of course - she wasn't keen on showing too much of her emotions, but he knew. It was a part of their connection.
Red sighed, and decided not to take issue with Vorpal. The sword didn't have a brain, it wasn't his fault he was tactless
"You can still see the sniper, Vorpal?"
The sword twirled in place, which was a sort of substitute for a nod.
"Uh-huh. He ain't out of range yet, looks like he's staying put for now, probably afraid we'll be going after 'im. Why aren't we going after 'im anyway?"
"No need. Our objective was to stop him from disrupting the Champion's operation, and we've been successful so far. Fighting indoors will just make things more difficult for us, and in any case, you have an eye on him. He can't do anything without us knowing, so we can stay put."
Vorpal fell silent at that, and accepted his decision. He rarely argued with Red anyhow; when it came to actual combat, he held the most experience, probably even more than Aida herself - though she was leagues better than him when it came to sabotage.
"Looks like things are picking up over there," Red mumbled, staring at the fiasco going between the Champions and their opponents. "How is it on your end, Chesire?"
The Cat replied, his voice sounding strained. "Fine. Got out of the firefight before it got worse. I'm in a safe position, and I've got a clear view of the whole thing."
Red nodded. Good, now all that was left was to wait and see - something he wasn't particularly good at. That was Aida's thing, the damned ninja. | Birth Name:
Charlotte Lutwidge Carrolle
Alter Ego:
The Alice
Gender:
Female
Age:
12
Country of Origin:
England
Archetype:
Metahuman
Allegiance:
Split/Pending
Appearance:
(Will upload a picture later on)
An average child, if more than attractive for her age. She has wavy light-blonde hair that reaches past her hips and wide, buggy blue eyes. Her face still has traces of baby fat on her heart shaped face. Her lips are pale pink and are rather full. She has a wide forehead that she does not like being pointed out.
On more mundane terms, her intelligence is above average in some aspects, and prodigious in others. She can learn and understand quicker than most, and is flexible in her way in thinking. Her mind is not bent towards mechanical genius, but is sharp it terms of lateral and technical thinking. This allows her to adapt to most situations presented to her, barring things that are directly outside her knowledge or capability to predict.
In simple terms, Charlotte is a psychic, however, her ability, while potent, is focused only in two directions. She has made attempts to widen the variety of her personal skillset, but so far she has been met with little success.
Psychic Disorientation -- Her sub-ability, that allows her to disorient people in a fifteen meter radius of her. The nature of the disorientation is centered solely around not finding her, that is, attempts to approach her with the ability in effect will be forgotten or replaced by an entirely new motivation. Unfortunately, those with strong enough will (or desire) to find her can break the disorientation easily, and will not again be affected.
Permanent Animation -- Charlotte is a psychic in essence, however her most potent ability is the power to give life to inanimate objects. Objects that she's given life to develop sentience and the ability to learn, and moreover are completely devout to her. What makes this ability more than noteworthy, however, is that animated objects gain abilities outside of their original intended function, making their use both varied and dangerous.
Each animated object has a psychic link to Charlotte, and she can hear and see what they do, as well as communicate between themselves. If an Animated is damaged sufficiently enough, it "dies", and even if repaired and animated once again, it will not be the same, meaning the abilities it possess and the memories and skills gained are lost. Also, when an Animated dies the feedback from its death is reflected back to Charlotte, which puts a huge tax on her body and injures her mentally.
There is only one "true" weakness to this ability, however. Charlotte animates objects and a deadly price:
Her life.
Not only is her overall lifespan reduced with each animation, her health suffers an immediate and severe repercussion. The severity of each animation is dependent on the strength she uses during the process; the process also determines how powerful the resulting Animated is.
As of current she has 59 creations, listed here:
Aida - a reanimated clothes mannequin that serves as Charlotte's primary bodyguard and escort, especially when she ventures outside of her demesne. As a combatant, Aida's ability is comparable to that of an extremely well-trained human, added to the fact that she does not feel pain or fatigue. In combat, her main arm is normal rapier, and her sidearm is a Glock 17 custom pistol. Charlotte calls her "Older Sister" when in public, and also serves as her code-name. The eldest of the Animated, and easily the most stoic, along with Red the Teddy Knight.
Red - A giant red teddy bear taller than an average adult, and along with Aida is the most treasured of her companions. Teddy is her Champion that she usually sends forward in case combat is needed, and among her creations is the most seen. He is immune to pain and cannot fatigue like Aida, as well as being immune to fire, and possesses immense physical strength and durability. He can lift and bench-press up to 10 tons of weight, and wears a suit of red armor, and a greatsword that has also been Animated.
The Vorpal Sword - the blade that Red wields. It talks, has sonar vision in an eight meter radius, and can alter it's sharpness; it can make itself practically blunt, or sharp enough to cut through steel like butter. Has a sharp sense of humor and a rather blunt personality. Also very punny. Can levitate, and can levitate its wielder, essentially making it a flying sword.
The Hatter - or, as he prefers to be called, the "Mad Hatter", is an Animated Hat. He is disliked by the other Animated, barring Aida and Red who care for them all, and Haigha, who is his only friend, as his personality is as twisted as the ability he was gifted with: when placed on the head of a weak-willed creature, Hatter can take control of their bodies, leaving them nothing more as puppets, even if he keeps the knowledge and skills of those he controls. He is frequently used to spy for Charlotte amidst the general and unsuspecting populace. He has a second ability to change shape, though this is limited to a kind of hat only.
Dinah & Cheshire - two stuffed toy cats that serve as her scouts. Dinah can sense the presence of living things in a 2 kilometer radius, and is strong enough to pin down a grown man and bite through steel. Cheshire can turn invisible and move faster than a locomotive, as well as mimic voices. Cheshire has photographic memory, and never forgets what he's seen and heard. Dinah primarily communicates with the Champions, while Cheshire is Charlotte's voice for the Splinter group.
Haigha & Weiss - a brown and white stuffed rabbit, respectively. They are Alice's messengers, and the most talkative and active of the bunch. Haigha can discern when a person is lying or telling the truth, while Weiss can teleport short distances.
The Rats - or alternatively called The Deck, are a pack of fifty stuffed rats that serve as Charlotte's spies. They have no abilities asides being able to think and talk.
The Jabberwocky - a massive dragon statue carved from marble, Jabberwocky was originally her fathers favorite statue, before she converted it to life. Fifteen meters from head to tail, and ten meters from each tip of the wing, Jabberwocky never leaves Charlotte's home and serves as the vanguard of her mansions defense. He is the most powerful of her creations and cost her an arm and a leg to breath into life . . . or, to be specific, cost her both her legs and ten years of her life. Jabberwocky can fly, breath ice at sub-zero levels and shoot searing laser beams from his eyes hot enough to melt steel beams, and has the strength to lift over 60 tons in weight. Aggressive and distrusting of others who are not Charlotte, he rarely speaks, and when he does, it is in rhymes and riddles. Jabberwocky is tough, but brittle. While it takes a lot to pierce his armored skin, once it has been pierced, the rest of his body soon crumbles, as befitting his nature as a marble statue.
Inherited literal billions from her parents, as well as the insurance from their deaths. Has access to multiple vehicles (all mundane, though high-quality) and a private jet that she uses for her own purposes. Her home is a good headquarters, and also contains enough information on different heroes and villains to become something of concern, though the information itself is not extensive.
She also has a wheelchair equipped at all times. Because, you know, she can't walk.
Oh, and a hearing aid.
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The daughter of two metahuman heroes affiliated with the previous, unified, incarnation of the Champions, she was raised full and aware of her parents identities as well as their duties, and expected that she too would become a hero. She loved the idea, and tirelessly sought to puzzle out her ability so as to sooner come to her parents aid in fighting the good fight. Though the Champions, and indeed, the idea of superheroism itself, was still in its founding stage, the idea that people from all over the world would work together to create a better, brighter future appealed to her childish sensibilities. When she got older, she planned to join the Champions and join her parents and save the world alongside them!
The discovery of her ability, however, put her plans to a halt. Upon first realizing that she could animate objects, she had no idea how potent it could be . . . or fatal. Her first companion was Aida, a mannequin she accidentally turned alive while she was out shopping with her mother. Thankfully, her mother covered up the mannequin and it managed to pass as a person, avoiding a potential crisis. Ecstatic at discovering her ability, she tried again, this time with a teddy bear her father had purchased for her, and this time, she put more focus and power into it's animation.
The feedback from the attempt caused her to have a heart-attack, and she collapsed immediately. She woke up in the hospital, to the sight of her parents yelling in concern. What disturbed her most was that she couldn't hear what they were saying. Later on, her hearing recovered, but she permanently lost function of her left ear.
From that point on, her parents forbid her from using her ability, telling her to make due with what she had already. Sullen and also a little scared, she accepted, and resolved to be a hero another way. After all, others became Champions even if they were nothing but regular humans! While she had minor psychic abilities and two awesome sidekicks!
Confident once more in her path in life, she began studying and training in different aspects of heroism, such as fighting, and gathering information, and awesome boasts and one-liners, and cool looking costumes!
It was just a little after she made Red the "incident" happened. An escaped villain was pursued by her parents, and poor intelligence compounded by even poorer planning led to the end of her innocence, the end of her dreams, and the end of her parents. In the end, there weren't even bodies left to bury.
For awhile, she was in a catatonic state. She had lost near everything she held dear. Nothing made sense to her anymore, and for a long time, she did nothing but sit by and watch as more things were taken from her.
People interested in her parents wealth and lands argued over her rights as the inheritor. They were people she knew, even liked; business partners that came over every so often, aunts and uncles that would play with her, older cousins that treated her to candy -- all now squabbling over her parents wealth, using her as a tool to claim it or even forgetting her outright. It was her first betrayal, and it was a painful one. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded on all sides by enemies she'd read about in story books, but unlike the princesses in her fairy tales she had no-one. No prince nor fairy godmother to assist her out of her dilemma.
Some claimed that the wealth should go to this-or-that person/organisation, while others tried to adopt her outright so as to have the money flow to them by proxy of being her guardian. The money-grubbing and greed came to its peak when they turned their eyes to her fathers statue collection.
It was her fathers most prized collection, and he often took her with him to admire them. At the time, she never really understood and appreciated them as he did, and even now she probably does not, but they held memories of her playing with him among the tall and handsome looking statues, memories of a life that could not return, and were one of the last and greatest reminders of his love.
She was not going to allow them to take that away from her.
She made Hatter, Dinah, Cheshire, Haigha, and Weiss in quick succession, and put them to work with the sole purpose of halting every move to steal her inheritance, her memories, and ignore the incoming pain and fatigue that came with the stress of their creation. For a half a year, she struggled with legal cases, using people puppeteered by Hatter and Aida as her proxies to give adult weight to her wishes, and finally, ultimately, succeeded.
The battle for her past life invigorated her, and soon, she fell out of her state of ennui, now alive in the present once more. Now, however, she had no clear direction of where her future lay. Until she happened to see a news report featuring a topic that had been out of her mind as of late: Heroes. They were still around, but splintered now. An incident at Nagoya, Japan, had left her once vaunted heroes as nothing more than shadows of themselves. The Champions were no longer the major body representing heroism, and opinions on heroes themselves were souring rapidly. Another childhood memory corroded by society and tragedy -- but this time, she did not feel helpless.
Recalling her childhood dreams, the image of her parents as heroes she could idolize resurfaced in her mind. Now, she couldn't be the hero she wanted to be, or the hero her parents advised her to be; she had her abilities, and while she had nothing, she also had a lot of things, things that mattered to other people, like money. No, her being a hero was out of the question . . . but she could help.
Over the past few months, she had settled on transforming her home - a mansion and the surrounding lands spanning kilometers wide - into a headquarters, from where she could provide support for herself, and any possible future she wanted to explore. It was easily converted it into a base, a fortress that could support heroes from all sides, and provide refuge if need be. She resolved to send them funds via proxies, so that they couldn't be traced back to her, and the creation of the Deck allowed her to gather information that she could send discreetly to heroes in need of it.
Currently, she has deemed her support necessary for both the Splinters and the Champions, however, she has preference for the Champions in terms of funding and lending of man power, due to their affiliation with her parents. She never shows her face or reveals her identity, always working through proxies and hired hands.
She has taken up the name of her favorite childhood story as her alter-ego:
The Alice.
Special Notes:
Charlotte has a weak heart, and even the slightest strenuous activity can give her a heart-attack.
She has been paralyzed from the waist down.
She is deaf in one ear.
She is not going to quit being a hero any time soon. Not until the Champions are returned to their previous state of glory. |
44,604 | 1,215 | 53 | 1,966 | 2,597 | The Flight to Peru. . .
God Fist, both cheerful and grateful for the hope that Ms. Lilith had given him. He wanted to approach her favor with both resolve and tact, though that last seemed a bit less doable than he believed..
Ara scowled suddenly once he realized where he’d be going. Peru was a relatively new place for him. He had never gone on “duty” there and only once when he was younger--before all of the mystic astral ancestor stuff.
At first he felt almost inclined to ask her if he had any fan service. It was one of the first things he had learned to inquire once he had joined the Champions. That was until the thought that it would take away from his herohood had entered his mind. No way would a Champion, especially God Fist, would need further instructions. Keeping up with the belief that he was infallible was one of the reasons he had such fanatic fans. Some saw him the true manifestation of his namesake. The literal hand of God given human form.
He came back to the conversation with a resolute statement. “Peru, meteor, publicity…” He stared heartily at Hobs; she was suddenly a kinda salvation for the youth. “I may need a map there.”
The soda that had been untouched; no disrespect meant, it was only that his mind was now set, his determination steeled. With a kind smile to Ms. Hobs and a steely nod toward Reynard, God Fist started towards the exit. He didn't need any more guidance so his exit was superiorly far quicker than his introduction.
Once beneath the vast sky, he jetted and left the sonic-boom in his wake. The wind was smooth against his enhanced physiology. He wondered, if only mildly, how long it would take? He still had precious little time before he’d need to refuel on Dark Matter. | "Jesus! Bro are you really, Starlight? I mean are you really really Mr.Starlight? ... After the fight can I get your autograph?”
Birth Name: Ara Colt Novella
Alter Ego: God Fist
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Country of Origin: America | Chicago
Archetype: Supernatural
Allegiance: Champion
Appearance: Ara Novella is a half-white half-black teenager with mahogany brown skin. His brown but vivid eyes are clear windows into his genuine heart and all around kind persona. The youth stands at 5’10 and weighs in at 163lbs of mostly sleek muscle. He has a noticeably wiry-like build, thin eyebrows, and a noble powerful face. The hair on his head is loose and long, flowing about the faded bottom stylishly in hues of slate gray.
When acting as God Fist, Ara wears a lightweight, form-fitting dark blue outfit. The suit falls into seamless dark blue boots. On his chest is the symbol of a sharp, edgy, sun that stretches off beneath the clasps of his tatter, black mantle.
Powers/Skills: Ara gained his powers by unknown means one year ago. It was thought that his great-grandfather was a multi-dimensional entity. Thus, God Fist was born. A cosmic-hero who can very well throw down with the best of Earth’s protectors and contend as top hero.
With a Supernaturally Enhanced Physiology, Ara is capable of lifting well over 200 tons and performs feats comparable to this. These powers are technically granted to him due to him having access to the cosmic powers surrounding the earth and inhabiting the universe. Likewise his speed is comparable to blinding, competing with most speedsters. However, the renowned speedsters like Starlight and Grand Prix often trumps him indefinitely. He can catch bullets (though he doesn’t necessarily needs to), fly, think, and react at speeds of mach 10. When in space, for reasons inexplainable, he flies even faster.
God Fist also seems to have a supernaturally enhanced endurance, being capable of taking a beating and getting up to return the pain ten-fold. A weakness of his would have to be his intolerance for pain. While his body can take the punches, Ara often feels the bulk of it. This can often drive him mad and keep him from continuing the fight.
Though it has rarely occurred, it has been suggested that God Fist could use the cosmic radiation he absorbs as some kinetic energy towards his foes. Perhaps his greatest weakness is the illness that sets in if he doesn’t feel the nutrients of the cosmic cloak directly. In other words, Ara has to spend severals hours out in space to feed his body’s needs. Just another necessity that was tacked on to his belt. Along with sleep, normal food, and adequate exercise, he now needs to fill some pocket or vacuum inside himself with dark matter. Without efficient stores of the dark matter, he reverts to his mortality.
Beyond these facts rests a true counter to his godly abilities. A space metal known as Tellurium that can effectively weaken him when in his presence and make him mortal with just a touch. Any weapon, either gas or solid made of this mineral, can and will cause harm. It is a secret that not even Ara himself is aware of, though a few of the Champion's higher ups have conducted experiments to realize this truth.
Equipment/Resources: Nada. . . God Fist needs only himself.
Biography: Ara Novella was born in Oregon but grew up in Chicago. He was a victim of abuse by paternal means and once his mother left his father, they struggled. They lived in the inner-city where gang-violence and police brutality was rampant. Ara avoided the troubles and instead stuck his head in other inane hobbies.
A year before God Fist’s debut was when he started on the path to being a Hero. It was July 4th and patriots were celebrating the birth of America. As Ara was making his way home, gazing at the fireworks, he heard the muffled screams of a woman. At first he ignored it. When got more than half-way down the block his consciousness whipped him into going back.
Novella stumbled onto a rape scene. Two black males had a black woman on her back. He was stunned into submission and later pummeled into submission too. As he laid there, glancing at the bright red, white, and blue firelight; he fought to silence the woman’s pain moans. It was then, that a supernova erupted in his chest, than was smothered out by a black hole. The next moments were a blur. He felt stronger than he had ever been, more monster than man. He knew it to be true when the man shot at him and instead of his chest being ripped open, the bullet simply fell to the ground.
Needless to say he murdered those two men accidentally.
Later on, after denying his powers and deciding to continue his life his dreams became bothersome. Weird pacts with immense, glowing, skinny beings. Symbols written in the forms of literal stars. A legend and legacy in the same instance being fulfilled. Three months or so later and God Fist was discovering himself and his purpose. He was meant to protect the galaxy but he could never leave Earth. It was his home and his love. America soon took notice of this Hero. He was the symbol of the Northern States and soon became one of three names associated with the United States.
The Nagoya Incident was a blunder on his part. He was battling lesser supers than himself and felt, reluctant to hurt anyone. Not to mention when the call came he was nearly drained of his dark matter reserves. He tore a metal beam from the building, not knowing it was a central component to the structure. If not for his exhausted source, he could have saved plenty of people. However, with the situation as such, he was lucky to have escaped with his life.
Afterwards, the politics of it all was lost on him. He remained with the Champions out of loyalty and admiration of the more experienced and leader-esque heroes. Though he is indeed stronger than most, its his inexperience and lack of confidence that more or less has made him subservient to the Champions as a whole.
Special Notes: Young and Inexperienced. Needs to refill on dark matter daily to retain his powers. Is often considered the kid of the group. Is a fairly-new hero whose made a big splash. Unknowing of his true strength he is wry of attacking people without mercy. |
44,605 | 1,215 | 54 | 935 | 1,919 | Maxwell Donovan
One of his screen flickered for a moment, before showing a feed of someone, presumably someone really important in Phalanx. He puffed on his cigar, as the man... person, in it started talking. It was enlightening to say the least; he had a bit more of an idea of what these people were. From what the person said, there could even be more of those supers in their organization. At least they weren't out there posturing about, acting like they owned the world. For now.
Still, for them to ask him to come to a theater almost halfway around the world from where he was... . He had made sure his location was hidden, and any who tried to trace that connection to his monitor would get multiple pings from all over the world, so they had decided on that location blind. What if he had lived somewhere in Australia, or maybe Thailand? Of course, he had both the money and the tech to get there in any number of ways, but if he was some basement dweller in Africa? This felt like another test, both of his resolve and his assets. No one who lacked the will or means to get there from another country would be able to arrive on time after all.
Maxwell was loath to leave his lab, his house here in the cold Russian tundras. It had a possibility of being a trap, a plan designed to silence he who knows too much. He would send over Prototype, but she was hardly suited for diplomacy, or any other sort of interaction with others save for combat for that matter. There was the option of cloning someone else, but he could hardly get a clone ready in one day, not to mention all the training he would have to do to even get them to be competent enough to talk. A robot would be out of the question, considering his designs were hardly humanoid.
He would have to go himself.
Maxwell puffed out another cloud of smoke, mulling over his options again. There was no other option. And if they even try something funny, they'd find out the hard way that old dogs like him die hard. | Birth Name: -
Alter Ego: Prototype 2
Gender: Female
Age: 2
Country of Origin: Russia
Archetype: Augmented
Allegiance: Undecided, for now at least.
Appearance:
Powers/Skills: She is, for all intents and purposes, a super soldier designed to fight on even turf with other supers. As such she has enhanced strength, speed, and constitution, as well as her rigorous training, both VR and real. While those would easily enable her to overpower any normal humans, her abilities was hardly on par with any real supers with those abilities; she needs her tools and weapons to actually be able to fight efficiently.
Equipment/Resources: Her usual carry is a reinforced rifle and a small pistol, both of engineered to have a surprising amount of power behind their shots. As such, normal humans can't use them well. The still experimental light reactive powered armor she usually wears is almost always present, though it may take different forms depending on whether the old man cooked up another new version or not. It has way better protection than most armors of modern designs as well as being airtight, though obviously anything larger than .50 cal round would obliterate it immediately.
There are other, more specialized equipments in the old man's base, though obviously she can't carry them all. All of them are unnamed, as the old man did not have any sort of plan of selling them at the moment.
Biography: Maxwell Donovan was always wary of the Champions. They were wild, uncontrolled, and unsupervised, operating without laws. Having them being able to operate without limits was a mistake. How many people have been extorted in the name of justice? How many died in their fights? How much of those was actually reported by the media?
Praises was showered upon them, but was it out of reverence, or fear?
He was an old man by now; his strength and reflexes had left him long ago. But his mind remained sharp as always, and with that, he made a body that would be strong, fast and agile. He made Prototype 2, to act in his stead. There was a Prototype 1, intended to be the main unit, but the capsule containing it malfunctioned, and the cells within it died. Despite his low expectations, Prototype 2 performed better than he expected.
Sure, it was not as strong as those supers with strength as their abilities, or not as fast as those with that ability, or even have any sort of special abilities like breathing fire or flying. But it did have the ability to think, his tools and his genius mind behind it. Supers weren't all powerful gods after all.
He had kept Prototype 2 secret since he started to work on it 2 years ago, planning to further improve it before actually putting it into live testing, but when the Nagoya incident happened, he decided it was now or never.
Special Notes: |
44,606 | 1,215 | 55 | 1,605 | 1,991 | Vladivostok, Russia
It was midday in Russia but the sun didn't show its face. The sky was still and grey and the people were almost as forlorn. Russia was not handling the emergence of the Superhumans well. Armed patrols marched down the streets, always on the lookout for possible metahuman threats. The superhumans represented a threat to the government, many were using their abilities for crime or insurrection. As such the Russian government had cracked down on superhumans, requiring them to register and serve the nation or suffer imprisonment or death. Metas and mythics were hunted down like dogs by federal jackboots or lynched by angry mobs. The superhumans did not take it lying down. The seeds of revolt had been growing for decades long before the superhumans emerged, but their arrival was the spark that light the wildfire.
There was a major firefight almost once a month, there were uprisings all across the country, and nations that had once been cowed by Russia's might were now fighting back with their own metahuman weapons. The bear that threatened to maul the world was being stung by bees, edging slowly but surely to collapse if it didn't change its ways. The Federation's government was fighting among itself, dozens of cabals grasping for control of the sinking ship. If government infighting, civil unrest, rising crime, and international incidents weren't enough, the supernatural rulers of bygone eras were emerging to take back what had once been theirs. Baba Yaga once again preyed on the unwary and naive while Koschei the Deathless raised a kingdom of the dead in Siberia and Zmey Gorynych once again flew across the skies, terrorizing the countryside. It seemed the Russian Federation was fated to go the way of the countless regimes before it and the people knew it, they tried to act normal but they walked with an air of impending doom.
The theatre was one of the only bright spots in the city. Here the people still smiled, or at least the closest Russian approximation. The performers were giving it their all, throwing everything they had into their drama. They were enthralling, masters of their art, the suffering of their society making the stage their release. There was a sparsely seated row near the back, where two figures sat apart from the rest. If Maxwell was smart, he'd figure it out. Once seated he would see a man and a woman, perhaps recognizable to Donovan. One was a supernatural assassin called the Knightmare. Another was a young brunette, she wasn't known publicly but she had an aura of malevolence around her. The Knightmare nodded at Donovan extended a small cloth, "Wrap this around your eyes. We'll take you to see our leader."
Peru
When God Fist arrived to the village he saw a group of civilians dressed for a scientific expedition along with a complement of laborers and guards. The guards were kitted out with the latest in milspec weaponry, along with some stuff that wasn't even on the market yet. South America had not been stabilized by the events of the past few years. In addition to wild animals and drug cartels, now they had supernatural creatures and angry superhumans to worry about. The area was littered with research vehicles, a camp for the company people, and security emplacements to protect them from the dangers of the country. One older gentleman approached God Fist when he arrived and stuck out his hand, smiling fiercely, "Welcome! We were eagerly awaiting your arrival! Now that you're here we can get started on the real work? Are you up for it?"
Andromoka, Australia
Tinhead Ned suddenly found himself encased in a glowing ball of energy and was lifted off of the ground. The rest of the bikers stopped their attack as vines burst from the ground and wrapped around them, holding them tight. The few remaining bruisers were quickly knocked out by a young man in a skintight dark uniform. Tinhead Ned shouted incomprehensibly, banging his hands on the barrier until the man casting it shook it like a snowglobe, bouncing the man around until he was dizzy. The superhero Polaris hovered above the team, smiling at them. He was one of the most famous heroes in America, his powerset, his charisma, his pretty boy looks, and his active career all endeared him greatly to the public. Beside him were Evergreen, a powerful chlorokinetic heroin and Guardian, one of the mysterious Pariah's proteges. They had all worked with the team at various points when they operated in America and Polaris considered Silver Glove a personal friend.
The young man said, "Sorry for ruining the party but we couldn't resist ourselves. We wanted to talk to you guys anyway and we figured this was a good chance to do so." Polaris used his hard light to start stripping off Ned's armor before binding him in glowing restraints as the local police finally showed up. The hero floated down to the ground and reached his hand out to the older man, "Good to see you. It's been too long. Look I'm.... I'm so sorry about what happened in Nagoya. They were our friends too. I wish I could have helped you out." The American gravely nodded at the other members, recognizing them on sight before saying, "There's a meeting being planned. A bunch of us are going to talk about what happened. There's been a lot of blowback from this, and not just for you. Capes all over the world are getting hurt because of this. I'm not blaming you, but some of our colleagues are concerned. Especially now that your team's fractured. Japan has banned the Champions from the nation. We're sending some guys to help pack out your stuff and get your guys out before its too late but the situation is deteriorating, especially with that airport bombing. Pariah's still tracking down leads. We want to get things patched up. We want to figure out what we should all do next. You guys are our example, this affects all of us. We're meeting in Switzerland, near your home base. Hopefully we can get your team back together and figure out how to navigate this mess."
Polaris nodded at Silver Glove in respect, "I'm asking out of my friendship for you. But the others might not be as understanding. We can all leave together right now and sort this out. Please, we need to all talk before things get even more out of hand." A super-cop unit arrived to take Ned into custody, the man was much smaller and much less boisterous out of his suit. Polaris stood and waited for an answer. The area was secure as more cops arrived, many sneaking glances at the conversing superheroes while others went off in search of other shooters and threats in the vicinity.
Meanwhile, as the confrontation between Jack's team and the Womb was drawing out suddenly the hostage vanished from the Womb's grip, reappearing safe next to his colleagues who rushed to his aide. Jack jerked his head in surprise and saw a tall hooded figure with a staff outstretched. Suddenly the wall behind the Womb morphed into liquid tendrils that held him tightly in place. Red Jack suddenly recognized the man and bowed his head in respect. The cloaked man approached and threw back his hood, revealing a face that came right out of a fantasy movie. The white beard, the bright blue eyes, the man looked like a real world Gandalf. By his side were a cadre of armored sorcerers with swords that could only be Magus Enforcers and a few who could have been apprentices.
The man nodded back and gestured to the swordsmen who took the Womb into custody, prodding him along with restraints of magical energy. One of the officers started to complain as the Magus lead the Womb away but an apprentice held up a paper, "We are official representatives of the Fellowship of Sorcery. Australia is a signatory of the Fellowship-United Nations Accord. Under this agreement, we retain the right to take all non-citizen supernatural suspects into our own custody." The cop looked like he was about to say something else but then gave up. The wizard smiled at Jack, "Ah. The last time I saw you, you weren't even blooded yet. How's your father Jack?" Jack smiled, "The same as ever, Archmage Newcastle. You honor us with your presence. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
The Archmage leaned on his staff, taking on a more neutral expression, "The incident in Nagoya has created rumbles all cross the world. The Fellowship has long allied itself with the lawful Metahumans of the world. This association has caused the Elder Council to take an interest in the politics of the situation. They see the incident as troubling and that talks must be held to discuss how the heroic community will move forward. Your name was very prominent in those discussions, especially in light of your schism with the Champions. Jack, I came to ask you to attend the meeting so we may find the best way to move forward. We need the trust of the public again, not just for you but for all the Superhumans of the world."
Jack was not unduly surprised. The Archmage had known him since he was a boy. It would make sense for the Fellowship to send him, "And have the Elder Council consulted the Queen? I do now know how she would feel about her vassal being questioned by mortals." Newcastle smiled wryly, "The Queen insisted. She has as much of a stake as the humans not fearing us as we do." Jack mulled it over. They would see Silver Glove again. He was not sure if he was up for such a meeting but he nodded, "We will be there. Just tell us where and when." The Archmage nodded, "The details will be given to your steward. I look forward to seeing you there." Newcastle stepped through a portal with his escort and the Womb in tow.
The Redcap turned to his team and said, "Well, gang looks like we have a summit to go to. Lets get back to the jet and regroup. We'll head to my family's nearest property. All your items have already been gathered by my servants, our property will be waiting for us at my villa in New Zealand. Looks like we're going to have a chat with our old friends at the Champions." He had hope that they wouldn't immediately start a fight, but not a big one. | Your character might have decided to show up to help out, or they have a relationship with another character, any reason you think would be appropriate should be fine.
Don't worry about it, the doors always open, and I hope your other games go great!
Same thing with Ekko, there's a ton of options. It's not unrealistic for so many supers to converge on such a huge event.
Awesome! Accepted, go ahead and put her in the CS tab. I'm guessing she came to Japan to support the team?
Also Poly already put me in the tab, but you guys can check out my CS if you missed it. Splinter team, behold your guide and mentor
Birth Name: Jack Cochran
Alter Ego: Red Jack
Gender: Male
Age: Physically in his late teens or early twenties, actual age thirty, and he'll look that young for a long time
Country of Origin: America, East Coast
Archetype: Supernatural
Allegiance: Splinter
Appearance: Red Jack is a tall broad shouldered man with sculpted features. He has perfect white teeth and the picture perfect musculature of a model. Those alone would make him a beautiful man, but his natural violet eyes and silver hair with his soft caramel skin give him an exotic almost ethereal allure. When enraged or in the joy of battle, his eyes turn a starling blood red. His ears are subtly pointed. In combat he wears black unicorn fur with minimal fae steel plating and a red head wrap covering his face and neck. When he kills a particularly worthy foe he dips his scarf in their blood. The original color of the scarf is unknown.
Powers/Skills: Red Jack is a painter who only uses one color, guess which. Red Jack is a talented killer who trained in combat since he could hold a blade. He prefers to use his custom forged fae steel hand-and-a-half sword in tandem with a Desert Eagle in combat. Jack also likes his knives, carrying a variety of blades hidden on his person, there's always one in reach of his hand ready to fling into an opponent. He is stronger, faster, and more durable than a normal human due to his fae heritage. Jack has very subtle powers of persuasion, able to mentally nudge people into whatever emotional direction he desires. When enraged or damaged enough Jack will fly into a killer rage, his speed and strength are even greater but he becomes a beast that can barely distinguish between friend or foe. He hates being in this state, preferring to fight with his usual deadly grace and skill. His inhuman powers are also his curse, Jack deals with barely restrained urges for blood and violence on a daily basis.
Equipment/Resources: A set of custom-fitted fabric and armor. The fabric is made from unicorn skin and is soft and supple to the touch. While the metal is intricately made fae steel with elegant curving patterns in the metal. The tight black leather doublet and breeches covers his whole body while the silver armor protects his upper arms, forearms, shins, and chest. The leather is enchanted and will completely stop knives and small arms fire up to military grade assault rifles. The armor will deflect most blunt force blows and provides protection from energy attacks, magical and otherwise.
He wears red fingerless gloves and footwraps. His scarf is a family heirloom, worn by his father and his father before him down a long bloody line of Redcaps. Jack also has an enormous amount of blades on his person, including two wrist mounted hidden knives. Jack goes to battle with his bastard sword strapped to his back and his nickle plated, ivory handled hand cannon strapped to his thigh. The bloody armored helm of his family is affixed to his breast in his pin, a symbol of his status which allows him to access his family's considerable resources.
Biography: Jack is the second son in a family of faeries. His mother was a woodland sprite and his father is a Redcap, a fae with a genetic predisposition for murder. Their coupling was passionate but brief as the nature of Fae encounters often was and Jack was born in one of New York City's many "Shadow Towns", hidden communities of supernatural beings living among mortals. His mother was a city dweller inconstantly and preferred to spend time in her beloved woods upstate, taking her son with her and teaching him of the beauty of life and nature. Her father, the clan chief, however did not want to raise a Red Son among his people and sent Jack off to live with his father. Jack's formative years were spent on Cochran Manor in upstate New York. His father, a prolific Winter Court assassin, took an interest in his strong son, for he only had one other son among many daughters and said older brother was a more bookish sort. His mother occasionally came to call on him at the manor, and one year he had a full-blood sister, his favorite sibling.
Jack received the finest instruction in all the myriad arts of combat and killing. He grew up the favorite child, with every luxury and none of the responsibility of being his father's heir. As soon as he hit puberty he began feeling the murderous urges, only barely balanced out by the more gentle nature of his mother's people. Jack followed in his father's footsteps and slaked his lust for blood by pursuing countless liaisons with beings of multiple races. He became his father's apprentice, accompanying him on several of his contracts for both Winter Courtesans and other beings supernatural and mortal. Jack gained quite a few notches on his built and scratches on his bedpost before he reached twenty. Jack acquired the name Red Jack in the annual Winter Court tourney, where he won in a melee that had Winter Knights, Orges, and Trolls. Jack became quite infamous among his kin, his bloodlust and actual lust legendary even for their family. His mother's clan for the most part shunned him, his violent nature making him anathema to the clan's pacifistic philosophy. For her part his mother did her best to balance out her son.
Red Jack begun taking contracts on his own, his mother's teachings and sensibilities compelling him to only seek violence against those he deemed despicable. It wasn't perfect but it was something. Jack's life went like that for years, killing anonymous hordes and having strings of anonymous lovers. When their shadow world exploded into the public eye with the rise of the superheroes, Jack received a much needed shot in the arm. He was one of the first Fae to embrace public life and became a "superhero", his looks and charm endearing him in the public eye while he amassed a reputation as a skilled fighter. He was a team leader in the Champions and one of their best field operatives. He filled another role that only him and a handful of Champions knew about.
Jack was the team's personal hatchet man, taking care of problems in a way that no other Champion could. Whenever there was too much red tape to take someone down legally, whenever they were too much of a threat to remain alive, or whenever plain old revenge was needed, Red Jack was the solution. Nobody outside of the team and very very few inside knew about his role. Jack left no evidence linking the incidents back to them, and Jack had "disappeared" a handful of criminals in the group's short history. Jack's occasional wetwork coupled with bedding rabid fans kept his urges in check. He assuaged his desire for a noble life through his superheroics and he made quite a few friends and bed mates among his colleagues in the Champions.
Nagoya was where things stopped being fun. For his part, Jack didn't contribute to the operation breaking down but he was in the thick of the fighting that came afterward. He lost too many friends that day and over the course of the battle, he started to lose it, taking wounds and becoming more brutal in his takedowns. Eventually he slipped into the blood rage and went on a rampage, slashing necks and stabbing criminals indiscriminately. His final body count was somewhere in the low dozens. Luckily for him his allies knew what was going on and steered civilians away from him and steered clear of his vicinity as he did his bloody work. The camera footage of the affair was quite frightening, with him laughing and yelling and perhaps even moaning in arousal as he snapped necks and ripped out throats. A few of them had tried to surrender. The whole affair was a red haze to him, he remembered almost none of it.
The public backlash that followed angered him even further. Who were the humans to blame him and his friends for the affair? They were ungrateful, moronic, disgusting. Some of the Champions were almost as bad in their arguments. Jack scoffed at the idea of facing legal action and forcibly removed any authorities who tried. His days were filled with frantic damage control and arguments and public censure while his nights were haunted by frustrated lovemaking and vivid nightmares. Eventually Jack just couldn't take it anymore and promptly led the Splinter movement to break off from the Champions, seeking to start over fresh. Jack's goal is to do what the Champions can't and hunt down the criminal groups he believes responsible for the massacre, seeking to brutally destroy those organizations from top to bottom and damn the consequences.
Special Notes: Jack is openly pansexual and not shy about it. Pursuing his sexual desires helps to alleviate his violent ones. He has quite a few bastard children living in the manor, he tries to show up for birthdays. |
44,607 | 1,215 | 56 | 374 | 801 | What the devil?! Wilbur snapped at the sudden disappearance and quickly made use of his shells scanners to try and locate what was going on... but when he saw the cloaked fellow in the beard, he both relaxed and became increasingly on edge... mages.
To this day, Wilbur wasn't entirely sure why he had an almost instinctive dislike of magic. Maybe it was simply because it was something he couldn't quantify. He was a man of machines and science, not a man of myths and fables. All of which turned out to be REAL. That was the kicker... how fortunate they must be, Wilbur thought, born into a life of power and just given the strength and abilities they needed to do the things he could do, and chances were, far more efficiently. Of course, that wasn't to say work didn't go into wielding these powers, Wilbur wasn't THAT nieve. But there was just something he didn't like it... it felt as if they were cheating, almost. He'd had to design and build his shell with his own two hands, collect the materials, test the weapon capabilities, it'd been in development for over 3 years before he finally finished the design and came out to the public.
Heroes needed hard work. And Gandalf over there certainly didn't look the working type...
What was more important were his words, that and taking their skeleton into custody. He'd let them do that at least. Who was it that once said "Magic must defeat magic"?
A meeting... with their old friends the champions. Wilbur reviled at the thought. They'd left to follow their own ideals for a good reason, and now it seemed they were going to be forced back together like two puzzle pieces that didn't connect. What was going to happen that they couldn't already figure out? Their old allies would lecture them on how they were doing the right thing and would be oh so gracious to accept them back into their team to work together again, like it never even happened. It was as forseeable as a cloudy sky creating rain.
However, there was a nugget of truth amidst this quagmire of regret. They did need the trust of the public again, a sign to them that superhumans could be trusted. Wilbur still held the belief that they needed barriers, restraints and rules to follow lest another Nagoya happen. Perhaps a meeting like this could provide a good platform for him to discuss that... maybe the blasted champions would actually see reason. And maybe Wilbur's glasses would turn into gold... speculation and fantasy were twins, after all.
Sadly to deny this would be to deny all they'd worked for so far. It wasn't even a choice. If he didn't go, who else would best speak on behalf of the champions? The members who weren't even there with them?
"Very well." Wilbur spoke up as he powered up his shell's jets and flew up into the skies, soaring back toward the airport. Once he was back on the jet, he would set the co-ordinates of his shell to Red's property and it would arrive just as they did.
Technology was such a boon... | Birth Name: Wilbur Allthorpe
Alter Ego: The Tortoise
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Country of Origin: Birmingham, England.
Archetype: Augmented
Allegiance: Splinter
Appearance: Wilbur is a fairly short man at 4'5 and skinny as a rake. He lost his hair in his early 50s and as such, is completley bald. He wears a pair of black thick rimmed square spectacles. Usually he wears a green button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of light brown overalls with simple brown leather shoes and white socks. He also has a black tool belt around his waist.
Powers/Skills:
His greatest ability is the large mechanical exoskeleton shell he pilots, constructed out of titanium, containing multiple energy based booster units for movement and armed to the teeth with weapons including missiles, standard firearms, a flamethrower, an electrical arc cannon, a high powered laser, a small explosive dispenser and a reflector shield. The entire shell can also be used for physical attacks. Wilbur pilots the shell from within, usually using a small visor at the top to watch or ducking inside the shell for stronger attacks. The exoskeleton shell is extremely dense and hard to crack by most forms of attack.
The shell however, has its limits. Without a pilot, it cannot act on its own and is vulnerable. EMP attacks can also disable the shell until Wilbur can get it working again. Additionally, outside of the shell, Wilbur is fairly weak and small and is thus, far more vulnerable and no easier to hurt than an average pedestrian. The shell also runs on a large lithium ion battery pack and should it run out of power or be removed, the shell will cease to function The battery is also more heavily drained by energy projection mechanisms, making the reflector shield and the high powered laser the most energy draining moves. The shell is also not protected from chemical or gas based attacks and whilst the reflector shield protects the shell from almost all forms of damage, it does not protect against force and strong forces will push the shell even with its shield up.
Outside the shell, Wilbur is heavily tech savvy, able to recognise kinds of machinery very quickly, draft up inventions within days and thinking logically around problems. He is also very intelligent and somewhat analytical, using tactics in battle and figuring out the weaknesses of his opponents and using his shell's vast array of tools to strike at them. For Wilbur, every problem just needs the right tool to be solved.
However, outside of his shell, the tortoise is an older man who is not particularly strong or durable, thus, he cannot put up much of a fight without his exoskeleton. He is also untrained in other forms of science such as chemistry and physics, and whilst he is a critical thinker, it means he cannot fight well against unpredictable opponents.
Equipment/Resources: Outside of his shell, Wilbur usually carries around a small tool belt with some replacement batteries, spare parts and a spanner in case he needs to make quick repairs to his shell. He also carries around a small tazer should he ever need to defend himself. He also carries a phone in case of emergencies.
Biography:
Wilbur was born to Martha and Gareth Allthorpe in Birmingham, a pair of experimental weapons mechanics working for the biotech company Zillion Corp. Wilbur enjoyed a fairly upper class childhood with a large sum of money to keep him happy, put into the best high schools and given the best possible schooling that could be afforded. He grew up intelligent if not bullied by the older children, jealous of his wealth and his smarts in class, also by his somewhat meek demeanor and small stature, suffering from his father's short stature.
When he left school, he went on to Cambridge university and graduated with a degree in engineering, going on to work with his parents at Zillion Corp, dedicating his research to a new form of exoskeleton to support someone like him as he continued to be a weak individual. This eventually led him to creating his shell exoskeleton and in practice, it was a huge success. Feeling a surge of pride, he immediately made use of it, patenting the designs for himself and leaving the company before Zillion Corp could mass produce it, a move that was looked down on by his parents.
He outed himself properly as a superhero, calling himself The Tortoise due to the design of his shell and how he had always been mocked as 'hiding in his shell.' He was practical minded, earning donations for his work but keeping a diligent mindset, that he must be careful with his great gift and not abuse it for his own purposes. Eventually he ran across a fellow hero Roger Redbrook, nicknamed the Hare for his incredible speed, dexterity and high jump powers. The two didn't see eye to eye and became rivals, the Hare being optimistic whilst Wilbur was more a pessimist. Their rivalry became incredibly well known across the country and after the pair briefly joined forces in defeating a large crime gang, the pair decided to become a true team.
The Hare and the Tortoise became a notably loved duo in their home country, battling crime and solving problems together. So when the champions initiative came about, they happily joined forces and were among the team's first members. The Tortoise's brilliant mind and gadget wizardry made him an invaluable asset to the team, using inventions to amplify his friends abilities and weaponry, as well as providing analysis and coming up with battle plans for their missions, whilst Hare simply provided a good point man and charming face for the public to love.
The pair were no match for the Nagoya mission, sadly. Hare simply went along with the plans whilst Tortoise was drafting up their movements and using radios to direct them piece by piece. All it took was an unexpected blurt of static to muddle up the plans and their frequency to be discovered before it all went wrong and both Hare and Tortoise were forced into battle. Wilbur panicked amidst all the chaos, unable to analyse or strategise and forced to attack blindly, causing a lot of destruction in his wake. When the dust had settled, The Hare was among the superheroes who were found dead at the scene, crushed under rubble. With his long time partner dead, Wilbur's opinion soured heavily and he became negative toward the idea of the champions continuing with him, choosing to leave for the splinter group as without his partner to balance him out and the outcry against him, he could not act with them anymore.
Special Notes: Some speculate that Hare and Tortoise were once romantically involved, but both have continuously denied this, though rumors circulate regardless, it is a common press hitting point for the pair. He is also among the wanted due to the destruction his shell's tech caused. |
44,608 | 1,215 | 57 | 935 | 1,919 | Maxwell Donovan
He glanced towards the play with a look of slight irritation as he had forgotten to bring his lighter.
Maxwell had hidden a gun on him, plus a transmitter he could activate by depressing the small button on the device under his tongue. Once activated Prototype would come bursting in with one of the flyers guns blazing. Not that he was fully certain she would come in to find him still living, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Or rather, he literally did not care about the risks.
It was easy enough to find who he was supposed to meet; those sort of people always stood out no matter how they tried. It was a certain air about them that many average people lacked. An air of confidence and power. Something he had learned to recognize in his young days. Plus, they were strangely attentive towards their surroundings, instead of the play. Making his way towards them after a few minutes, he sat down in an empty seat.
"Wrap this around your eyes. We'll take you to see our leader."
It seemed... that they had enough pull to hire Knightmare, and that other lady, who he was certain was some sort of super as well. Well, just his luck. A piddling pistol won't do him much good if they decide to off him. But then again, no weapon was going to help him fight against supers, not in his old age.
He took the cloth silently, giving it a flick before wrapping it around his eyes. Here's to hoping they won't take him on a hike.
Prototype 2
She sat there, staring emptily at nothing in particular.
Prototype sat somewhere near the edge of the city, on a bench near a vending machine. She was to sit here and wait for the signal, either an OK or an SOS from Maxwell. But until then, she had to stay here, watching an empty street with only the occasional people passing by. The battle against those Champions did not go so well, considering there was a large magical fluffy teddy bear that distrupted her. All her tactical advantages had been lost and she was forced to retreat, after killing that one person that had opened their door.
She swung her feet restlessly, sneaking glances at the vending machine.
Maxwell did give her the orders to stay there until he gives the signal, but surely he would not mind if she just... . Glancing around guiltily, she got out of her seat and inspected that vending machine. With a few quick movements, she bought a drink and darted back to her seat. With a slight smile on her face, she popped it open, and took a deep swig.
Instead of the delightful bubbly sweetness she expected, it was something entirely different.
Looking at the lable with disgust, she wondered what sort of doctor sold this drink, and whether she had inadvertently took some sort of drug. With a slight dejected look on her face now, she started sipping slowly at the drink, waiting for something to happen. | Birth Name: -
Alter Ego: Prototype 2
Gender: Female
Age: 2
Country of Origin: Russia
Archetype: Augmented
Allegiance: Undecided, for now at least.
Appearance:
Powers/Skills: She is, for all intents and purposes, a super soldier designed to fight on even turf with other supers. As such she has enhanced strength, speed, and constitution, as well as her rigorous training, both VR and real. While those would easily enable her to overpower any normal humans, her abilities was hardly on par with any real supers with those abilities; she needs her tools and weapons to actually be able to fight efficiently.
Equipment/Resources: Her usual carry is a reinforced rifle and a small pistol, both of engineered to have a surprising amount of power behind their shots. As such, normal humans can't use them well. The still experimental light reactive powered armor she usually wears is almost always present, though it may take different forms depending on whether the old man cooked up another new version or not. It has way better protection than most armors of modern designs as well as being airtight, though obviously anything larger than .50 cal round would obliterate it immediately.
There are other, more specialized equipments in the old man's base, though obviously she can't carry them all. All of them are unnamed, as the old man did not have any sort of plan of selling them at the moment.
Biography: Maxwell Donovan was always wary of the Champions. They were wild, uncontrolled, and unsupervised, operating without laws. Having them being able to operate without limits was a mistake. How many people have been extorted in the name of justice? How many died in their fights? How much of those was actually reported by the media?
Praises was showered upon them, but was it out of reverence, or fear?
He was an old man by now; his strength and reflexes had left him long ago. But his mind remained sharp as always, and with that, he made a body that would be strong, fast and agile. He made Prototype 2, to act in his stead. There was a Prototype 1, intended to be the main unit, but the capsule containing it malfunctioned, and the cells within it died. Despite his low expectations, Prototype 2 performed better than he expected.
Sure, it was not as strong as those supers with strength as their abilities, or not as fast as those with that ability, or even have any sort of special abilities like breathing fire or flying. But it did have the ability to think, his tools and his genius mind behind it. Supers weren't all powerful gods after all.
He had kept Prototype 2 secret since he started to work on it 2 years ago, planning to further improve it before actually putting it into live testing, but when the Nagoya incident happened, he decided it was now or never.
Special Notes: |
44,609 | 1,215 | 58 | 2,304 | 347 | Maeve was confused needless to say. In a matter of moments the situation was completely out of control…And then surprisingly back in hand.
The succubus stood hands coming to rest on her ample hips as she listened to the Cape Wearing hero and glanced between Grant and Polaris. Her lips compressed uncertainly. It was tragic for Maeve that things were falling apart so quickly. She had just embraced the light and now no one was happy to see them.
Of course she understood that it wasn’t personal, it wasn’t that the humans and people of Japan disliked HER. But still…
Maeve sighed and drummed her fingertips against her hip bone before glancing at the super cops took every miscreant in hand. Why had they bothered to come then ?
Turning her attention back to Grant and Polaris Maeve smiled sweetly and approached (at a normal speed thank you very much). “Going to see the boys then are we?” She wanted to know, smirking and internally gloating at the way Polaris’ gaze lingered on her just a second too long. Always fun to meet new supes who didn’t know her powers could affect them too. She wasn’t a supe, she was Fae.
“I have no qualm with seeing the others again.” She said nothing about ‘working things out.’ | Birth Name: Lydia Renee Isaacs
Alter Ego: Shade
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Country of Operation: U.S.A. Pacific Northwest Region (Northern CA, Nevada, Idaho, Oregon, and Washington State).
Archetype: MetaHuman
Allegiance: Splinter Group. (Never with Champions)
Appearance: Dark hair, kept up. Green eyes. 5'6". 140lb. Because she mainly operates at night, blue/black uniform.
Powers/Skills: Night vision. Enhanced strength and agility in darkness varying on how dark it is. In complete darkness (night time, no light pollution,One night while testing the limitations of her abilities she as able to lift a tractor in Idaho farmlands. She hasn't attempted to lift anything larger than that, and this left her exhausted.)
Equipment/Resources: Various sized throwing knives. Rope. Mist/fog spray.
Biography: Lydia never wanted to be part of the Superhuman world. Her home life wasn't ever picture perfect. Her dad left when she was young. Not long after her school found out about her mother's drug habits and she was placed in the foster care system. She spent most of her life focusing on academics and wishing for a normal life. She had loved a metahuman when she was going to UC Berkeley, Carter as she knew him, who left for the Champions. She had a bad taste for them ever since, then again she has a bad taste for anything that didn't fit into her ideals of normalcy. She discovered her own abilities after walking home from a late night study session and someone attempted to mug her and she accidentally killed him. Her grades began dwindling as she had a temporary psychotic break. She in fact could never achieve normalcy. That was too much to bear. She fled to the farmlands experimenting, discovering how they only seem to be useful in darkness. After she returned When she heard about the Nagoya incident, she knew now was the time to actually start doing things right. For herself. The champions had failed at making the world a safe place for Supers and non-Supers alike, but maybe this new team could. |
44,610 | 1,215 | 59 | 256 | 2,262 | ...okay then. I'll go ask someone else.
Xoxi was straight up ignored by the sniper on the rooftops, which rather sucked total ass considering she was showing no signs of being annoying. She did notice that among the conflict, a large group of cops come up and arrest a majority of the enemy to the groups of supers. She figured if any time was a good time to go and look for further information on the whereabouts of Jack, now would be that time. Xoxi walked over with her hands in the air towards the supers, standing a good enough distance away to flee if she needed to. She then spoke to the group. "I don't mean any harm, just trying to find the Jack." | Birth Name: Xoxi Slevryn
Alter Ego: The Mouse
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Country of Origin: US-Born, immigrated to Sweden at a young age and now represents it.
Archetype: Augmented.
Allegiance: Unaffiliated, although was a Champion.
Appearance: Xoxi stands at a a proud 5'4" and has purple streaks running through a ponytail in her hair. She tends to wear lightweight clothing, and besides having nothing in the chest area whatsoever, she prides herself in how she looks from time to time.
Powers/Skills: Through an augmentation that Xoxi specifically said that she wanted to stay the same way on how she looked, she overall decided to augment her heart with special technology she has nicknamed "Shadow-Tech". Her new heart gives her blood special chemicals that allow for any of her movements to stay completely silent through even the most receptive of sound detection, her blood allows her body temperature to be masked so it doesn't show up on thermal imaging software, and has allowed her body to be more flexible and athletic than the likes of Olympic Gymnasts. The only catch is that the chemicals in her blood are limited, and need to be resupplied with refillable containers kept at most government bases in the world. Each refill can last up to 3 days, although it is unhealthy and fatal to go any longer than that.
Equipment/Resources: In Xoxi's arsenal of weapons, she carries around a katar, forged from titanium, that has received many scratches and imperfections from her years of thievery. Her outfit is made from a mixture of Kevlar and Spandex, allowing it to conform to the individual's body while still being protective enough from injuries (There is a skirt on it, in case anyone was wondering). Lastly, she normally carries around on a side pouch (attached at the hip to her outfit) 2 easy-fill containers of the chemical in her blood, some thin cable, and a single grenade. Back in her hideout, she has about a month's supply of the chemicals for her blood, as well as a few "borrowed" books about bioengineering.
Biography:
Xoxi Slevryn grew up on the streets of Stockholm, making a living by being one of the best cat-burglars on the market. Her mom left her life when she was early, and her father was unable to pick up a job until late in her life, and during this time, both of them didn't know about her potential. Every single job she had she was successful in, and when local authorities caught wind of the supposed 'mouse' stealing many priceless possessions for her clientele, they just had to catch the burglar that was doing so. Unfortunately for them, the Champions found her first. Their representative - Jackson - came at her with an offer, a protection of her father from the shadows in exchange for working with them. She would be outfitted with the best equipment able to be augmented into her, letting her be the overall spy and thief she was destined to be. Clearly, this was a once in a lifetime offer, so as any thieving teenager would do, Xoxi responded with "Hell yes". Her name was cleared in the papers, her father was protected from harm, and everything worked out for the longest time.
A few years passed, and Xoxi decided to leave the Champions after being such a big help. She laid low for a while, stockpiling the chemical she relied on so much to stay alive and continue her work, eventually to the point of even stealing chemistry and bioengineering books so she can learn how to produce a suitable replacement in the event everything goes down.
Then Nagoya happened. Xoxi figured the team could use her set of skills again. With their reputation tarnished, she would love to help out and restore it to its former glory.
Special Notes: Xoxi is a homosexual, is generally laid back, and tends to rush into things and work from there. |
44,611 | 1,215 | 60 | 2,776 | 263 | Isabella tapped her fingers onto the table in front of her, mostly from an awkward feeling in the pit of her stomach. Sighing, she put her head in her hands as she spurted out a bit of air. Her eggs and pancakes sat in front of her, warm and fluffy but quickly losing their warmth. The people around her all seemed to have someone to talk to at the time, except her. It was that classic case of feeling "unbelonged" in your current situation. It's not even so much that she wanted someone to talk to. Okay, that was part of it, but it was more so that she was the only not sitting with someone, which she was sure some of them had already taken note of. Dammit Electi. It's been forever. How much sleep do you need? It was one person for crying outloud!
Last night....
The night air was surprisingly refreshing on her skin. Felt nice to be out this late...While she enjoyed the day air of California where she previously was, Australian night somehow seemed more relaxing to her. Plus it felt good being in her native land. More so, this late evening was quiet enough and empty enough where nothing was grabbing your mind unneedingly, but having the occasional whisper or sound that made you realize there was still life. If anything, it helped keep her better on guard. Keep her mind observant of what's going on. In most cases in fact, she'd occasional peer behind her past her hoodie. Tonight she didn't need to cause she was already behind what she need to observe.
A simple robber holding a lady hostage. Basically textbook crime that you'd see heroes take care of. She'd been observing from an ally corner. The guy had a knife not too far from her throat but not too close. More of a threatening distance than a painful distance. He also already seemed to obtain have obtained her purse. She let out a sigh. The moment he let his guard down she opened two portals, one right above his neck and another on the ground, some ways from her foot. The second he looked up in confusion of his new surroundings, she gave a running start before having her foot clash into his face. The guy recoiled hard and apparently that was enough to knock him out. The portal went above his head, letting him casually fall out and collapse before it vanished She casually walked into the alleyway they were in, somehow ignoring the obviously confused woman to check his pulse. Still breathing. Thank Christ she didn't snap his neck. She just got here after all. Didn't want to get arrested right off the bat. As she snatched the purse up and handed it to the woman, Electi spoke.
Isabella...I desire to sleep soon. If there are any more portals you wish to summon there, do it quickly. Uh oh. Throwing the purse over to the woman, she immediately summoned another portal and ran through. To her surprise, she ended up transported in a rather cosy looking treehouse. "Well...I did have the idea of somewhere I could relax privately without security cameras. Probably shoulda specified." In seconds she felt Electi's presence dissipate as per usual and realized she was alone again. Sitting on the bed nearby, she breathed a sigh of relief. She had barely reached it in time.
In mere seconds however, she felt a sudden wave of exhaustion overcame her body. This wasn't normal...every other time he went to sleep, she felt a little lethargic, but nothing severe. She felt herself finding it difficult to think and even to move properly. The room became dizzying waves in her eyes. "Shit...Not good but...I just need a..." Before she could even finish, she fell on her side onto the bed.
Somewhere Between Morning and Noon...
Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Stretching sleep out of her eyes with her fingers, she tried to focus them to observe what was around her. Wood...bed...Oh yeah. She got up and did a bit of stretching while trying to recall last night. Let's see...robber, rescued a woman, then Electi. Oh yeah...That's why she's in a treehouse. Walking over to the window she peered out. It seemed like an average suburban household from what she could see and, from what she gathered, this was the treehouse they decided to build in the backyard. "Guess I got lucky that they didn't look inside here yet. But I can't risk being found here. After all, *chuckles* a random girl in a treehouse? Don't think they'd be thinking I'm a hero. More like a hobo." Stepping forward, her steps thankfully weren't wobbly like most that just got up after well, fainting. She calmly climbed down the ladder before checking left and right for any civilians walking by. Coast is clear shockingly...And with that, she hurdled over.
Walking the streets with her hood over her head always felt weird. It should, considering she was essentially a runaway, but she always felt like some sorta common thug like this. Well, hey. That's simply what had to be done. Her eyes wandered around. A tv blared out more news coverage on the Nagoya Incident and general hero activity. She simply just shrugged and walked on. It wasn't her business after all. Her heart went out for those involved and how badly the situation seemed to have spiraled out, but hey. Past is the past. More importantly, a thought popped in. Shouldn't Electi be awake by now considering she was awake? Well...It's only been, what? A half hour? He should wake up soon. I should stop being paranoid.
Present Time...
Man she hated when being right bit her in the butt. Either or, this sucked. She took a glance out the window and notice a rather peculiar sight. Well, as peculiar as it can get for her. A black haired woman seemingly decked out in some high-tech gear was just calmly sitting on a bench. Like she was waiting for something oddly. She was swinging her legs around and was staring at a vending machine. Isabella looked left and right before shrugging. "Hey, it's something." She muttered with a smile before downing her food as fast as she could. Paying her bill to her waitress and leaving a nice little tip, she walked outside and saw that the woman was still just sitting there. Well, then she gave some guilty looking glances around as she went over to the vending machine she'd been staring at and got a drink. She sat down and gulped it down. Apparently it wasn't very good considering she looked at the can with disgust before slowly sipping it again. Isabella smiled. Well...at least she was normal.
Isabella walked right over and said probably the most joking thing she could. "Can't blame you for not liking it. Don't know why, but no matter what flavor they seem to use they can't get a good one out of it." she said with a smile. | Lol Nope |
44,612 | 1,215 | 61 | 935 | 1,919 | Prototype 2
"Can't blame you for not liking it. Don't know why, but no matter what flavor they seem to use they can't get a good one out of it."
Flavor? She turned towards the voice, glancing over the woman of average height, wearing a hood. Odd, for there wasn't supposed to be that many people at this particular road. The woman had not asked her about her attire nor seemed curious about her in general however, so she seemed to be safe for now. Even if her suspicions were roused, Prototype could always use that excuse Maxwell taught her. Her mind however, wandered back to what the woman said.
"They can't?"
So no matter what this doctor tried, they never managed to make a good drink? That was rather sad. She remembered the red drink she had in Japan. Perhaps this doctor too tried to attain that perfect sweetness, someone like her with a fervent desire for that perfect drink. It even had almost the same color.
She gulped down the last of the drink, and threw the can with almost perfect accuracy into a garbage bin. Almost automatically, she spoke, her words lifeless and generic. Just one of the pre-programmed responses she had.
"Did you need anything of me?" | Birth Name: -
Alter Ego: Prototype 2
Gender: Female
Age: 2
Country of Origin: Russia
Archetype: Augmented
Allegiance: Undecided, for now at least.
Appearance:
Powers/Skills: She is, for all intents and purposes, a super soldier designed to fight on even turf with other supers. As such she has enhanced strength, speed, and constitution, as well as her rigorous training, both VR and real. While those would easily enable her to overpower any normal humans, her abilities was hardly on par with any real supers with those abilities; she needs her tools and weapons to actually be able to fight efficiently.
Equipment/Resources: Her usual carry is a reinforced rifle and a small pistol, both of engineered to have a surprising amount of power behind their shots. As such, normal humans can't use them well. The still experimental light reactive powered armor she usually wears is almost always present, though it may take different forms depending on whether the old man cooked up another new version or not. It has way better protection than most armors of modern designs as well as being airtight, though obviously anything larger than .50 cal round would obliterate it immediately.
There are other, more specialized equipments in the old man's base, though obviously she can't carry them all. All of them are unnamed, as the old man did not have any sort of plan of selling them at the moment.
Biography: Maxwell Donovan was always wary of the Champions. They were wild, uncontrolled, and unsupervised, operating without laws. Having them being able to operate without limits was a mistake. How many people have been extorted in the name of justice? How many died in their fights? How much of those was actually reported by the media?
Praises was showered upon them, but was it out of reverence, or fear?
He was an old man by now; his strength and reflexes had left him long ago. But his mind remained sharp as always, and with that, he made a body that would be strong, fast and agile. He made Prototype 2, to act in his stead. There was a Prototype 1, intended to be the main unit, but the capsule containing it malfunctioned, and the cells within it died. Despite his low expectations, Prototype 2 performed better than he expected.
Sure, it was not as strong as those supers with strength as their abilities, or not as fast as those with that ability, or even have any sort of special abilities like breathing fire or flying. But it did have the ability to think, his tools and his genius mind behind it. Supers weren't all powerful gods after all.
He had kept Prototype 2 secret since he started to work on it 2 years ago, planning to further improve it before actually putting it into live testing, but when the Nagoya incident happened, he decided it was now or never.
Special Notes: |
44,613 | 1,215 | 62 | 2,465 | 3,264 | -and that's how it went down.
Cheshire finished his mental play-by-play of the battle with Tinhead. Red stayed silent, deliberating what to do with the information. For now, he relayed it back to Charlotte, and decided to just wait for her decision. This was big, after all. The heroes, more importantly, heroes that were still openly affiliated with the Champions to some extent, were gathering to discuss the current state of events. Not only that, even heroes who'd splintered away from the group and unaffiliated ones would be in attendance.
Red walked along the road in silence, wondering at what the outcome of such a meeting would be. The tension could be felt from all sides, he was sure. Nagoya had changed something fundamental in the worlds understanding of supers.
"Oi Red, twelve o'clock," said Vorpal suddenly, and he stopped. There he was . . . or it appeared as if it was a she now.
Vorpal kept track of their mystery sniper on his orders, following her even after the battle had concluded. Having what was essentially a built in radar that ignored terrain and left no traces was another useful aspect of Vorpal, asides being able to cut through any earthly material.
So now, he stood just about six meters away from the sniper, who was conversing with a hooded woman, and sipping on a beverage. How oddly mundane for an assassin. How oddly careless as well. From her movements when they fought, he thought her a bit more professional. Staying inside the city was a bad decision, on her part.
Red was dressed in a large coat over his armor, in order to avoid drawing attention to himself while walking through the city, concealing everything but his face, and in the darkness, the only thing that would be visible would be his beady eyes. The giant teddy stopped just short of five meters from her when he spoke.
"She may not," Reds rumbling baritone cut in, with Vorpal floating by his side, ready to be wielded at a moments notice, "but I do. Care to chat a bit?"
Just as Red confronted the sniper, Charlotte's voice echoed in their ears.
"Cheshire. Make contact with the Champions. I want ears in that meeting."
"As you wish~"
Red frowned. Looks like this was it. First contact would be made . . .
Cheshire the Cat, along with several Card Mice moved quickly. While the Champions were distracted with business, they snuck into the jet, with the mice hiding in several corners and Cheshire making himself comfortable on the pilots seat. His personal philosophy was that if you had to talk with someone for the first time, the atmosphere was important. Making an impression was also paramount - that didn't necessarily mean that it had to be a "good" first impression, but it had to get them to remember you!
Which is why the stuffed cat took a small nap on the seat, looking like nothing else other than a sweet, mindless cat that somehow wander inside the private jet of a company of superheroes. | Birth Name:
Charlotte Lutwidge Carrolle
Alter Ego:
The Alice
Gender:
Female
Age:
12
Country of Origin:
England
Archetype:
Metahuman
Allegiance:
Split/Pending
Appearance:
(Will upload a picture later on)
An average child, if more than attractive for her age. She has wavy light-blonde hair that reaches past her hips and wide, buggy blue eyes. Her face still has traces of baby fat on her heart shaped face. Her lips are pale pink and are rather full. She has a wide forehead that she does not like being pointed out.
On more mundane terms, her intelligence is above average in some aspects, and prodigious in others. She can learn and understand quicker than most, and is flexible in her way in thinking. Her mind is not bent towards mechanical genius, but is sharp it terms of lateral and technical thinking. This allows her to adapt to most situations presented to her, barring things that are directly outside her knowledge or capability to predict.
In simple terms, Charlotte is a psychic, however, her ability, while potent, is focused only in two directions. She has made attempts to widen the variety of her personal skillset, but so far she has been met with little success.
Psychic Disorientation -- Her sub-ability, that allows her to disorient people in a fifteen meter radius of her. The nature of the disorientation is centered solely around not finding her, that is, attempts to approach her with the ability in effect will be forgotten or replaced by an entirely new motivation. Unfortunately, those with strong enough will (or desire) to find her can break the disorientation easily, and will not again be affected.
Permanent Animation -- Charlotte is a psychic in essence, however her most potent ability is the power to give life to inanimate objects. Objects that she's given life to develop sentience and the ability to learn, and moreover are completely devout to her. What makes this ability more than noteworthy, however, is that animated objects gain abilities outside of their original intended function, making their use both varied and dangerous.
Each animated object has a psychic link to Charlotte, and she can hear and see what they do, as well as communicate between themselves. If an Animated is damaged sufficiently enough, it "dies", and even if repaired and animated once again, it will not be the same, meaning the abilities it possess and the memories and skills gained are lost. Also, when an Animated dies the feedback from its death is reflected back to Charlotte, which puts a huge tax on her body and injures her mentally.
There is only one "true" weakness to this ability, however. Charlotte animates objects and a deadly price:
Her life.
Not only is her overall lifespan reduced with each animation, her health suffers an immediate and severe repercussion. The severity of each animation is dependent on the strength she uses during the process; the process also determines how powerful the resulting Animated is.
As of current she has 59 creations, listed here:
Aida - a reanimated clothes mannequin that serves as Charlotte's primary bodyguard and escort, especially when she ventures outside of her demesne. As a combatant, Aida's ability is comparable to that of an extremely well-trained human, added to the fact that she does not feel pain or fatigue. In combat, her main arm is normal rapier, and her sidearm is a Glock 17 custom pistol. Charlotte calls her "Older Sister" when in public, and also serves as her code-name. The eldest of the Animated, and easily the most stoic, along with Red the Teddy Knight.
Red - A giant red teddy bear taller than an average adult, and along with Aida is the most treasured of her companions. Teddy is her Champion that she usually sends forward in case combat is needed, and among her creations is the most seen. He is immune to pain and cannot fatigue like Aida, as well as being immune to fire, and possesses immense physical strength and durability. He can lift and bench-press up to 10 tons of weight, and wears a suit of red armor, and a greatsword that has also been Animated.
The Vorpal Sword - the blade that Red wields. It talks, has sonar vision in an eight meter radius, and can alter it's sharpness; it can make itself practically blunt, or sharp enough to cut through steel like butter. Has a sharp sense of humor and a rather blunt personality. Also very punny. Can levitate, and can levitate its wielder, essentially making it a flying sword.
The Hatter - or, as he prefers to be called, the "Mad Hatter", is an Animated Hat. He is disliked by the other Animated, barring Aida and Red who care for them all, and Haigha, who is his only friend, as his personality is as twisted as the ability he was gifted with: when placed on the head of a weak-willed creature, Hatter can take control of their bodies, leaving them nothing more as puppets, even if he keeps the knowledge and skills of those he controls. He is frequently used to spy for Charlotte amidst the general and unsuspecting populace. He has a second ability to change shape, though this is limited to a kind of hat only.
Dinah & Cheshire - two stuffed toy cats that serve as her scouts. Dinah can sense the presence of living things in a 2 kilometer radius, and is strong enough to pin down a grown man and bite through steel. Cheshire can turn invisible and move faster than a locomotive, as well as mimic voices. Cheshire has photographic memory, and never forgets what he's seen and heard. Dinah primarily communicates with the Champions, while Cheshire is Charlotte's voice for the Splinter group.
Haigha & Weiss - a brown and white stuffed rabbit, respectively. They are Alice's messengers, and the most talkative and active of the bunch. Haigha can discern when a person is lying or telling the truth, while Weiss can teleport short distances.
The Rats - or alternatively called The Deck, are a pack of fifty stuffed rats that serve as Charlotte's spies. They have no abilities asides being able to think and talk.
The Jabberwocky - a massive dragon statue carved from marble, Jabberwocky was originally her fathers favorite statue, before she converted it to life. Fifteen meters from head to tail, and ten meters from each tip of the wing, Jabberwocky never leaves Charlotte's home and serves as the vanguard of her mansions defense. He is the most powerful of her creations and cost her an arm and a leg to breath into life . . . or, to be specific, cost her both her legs and ten years of her life. Jabberwocky can fly, breath ice at sub-zero levels and shoot searing laser beams from his eyes hot enough to melt steel beams, and has the strength to lift over 60 tons in weight. Aggressive and distrusting of others who are not Charlotte, he rarely speaks, and when he does, it is in rhymes and riddles. Jabberwocky is tough, but brittle. While it takes a lot to pierce his armored skin, once it has been pierced, the rest of his body soon crumbles, as befitting his nature as a marble statue.
Inherited literal billions from her parents, as well as the insurance from their deaths. Has access to multiple vehicles (all mundane, though high-quality) and a private jet that she uses for her own purposes. Her home is a good headquarters, and also contains enough information on different heroes and villains to become something of concern, though the information itself is not extensive.
She also has a wheelchair equipped at all times. Because, you know, she can't walk.
Oh, and a hearing aid.
--
The daughter of two metahuman heroes affiliated with the previous, unified, incarnation of the Champions, she was raised full and aware of her parents identities as well as their duties, and expected that she too would become a hero. She loved the idea, and tirelessly sought to puzzle out her ability so as to sooner come to her parents aid in fighting the good fight. Though the Champions, and indeed, the idea of superheroism itself, was still in its founding stage, the idea that people from all over the world would work together to create a better, brighter future appealed to her childish sensibilities. When she got older, she planned to join the Champions and join her parents and save the world alongside them!
The discovery of her ability, however, put her plans to a halt. Upon first realizing that she could animate objects, she had no idea how potent it could be . . . or fatal. Her first companion was Aida, a mannequin she accidentally turned alive while she was out shopping with her mother. Thankfully, her mother covered up the mannequin and it managed to pass as a person, avoiding a potential crisis. Ecstatic at discovering her ability, she tried again, this time with a teddy bear her father had purchased for her, and this time, she put more focus and power into it's animation.
The feedback from the attempt caused her to have a heart-attack, and she collapsed immediately. She woke up in the hospital, to the sight of her parents yelling in concern. What disturbed her most was that she couldn't hear what they were saying. Later on, her hearing recovered, but she permanently lost function of her left ear.
From that point on, her parents forbid her from using her ability, telling her to make due with what she had already. Sullen and also a little scared, she accepted, and resolved to be a hero another way. After all, others became Champions even if they were nothing but regular humans! While she had minor psychic abilities and two awesome sidekicks!
Confident once more in her path in life, she began studying and training in different aspects of heroism, such as fighting, and gathering information, and awesome boasts and one-liners, and cool looking costumes!
It was just a little after she made Red the "incident" happened. An escaped villain was pursued by her parents, and poor intelligence compounded by even poorer planning led to the end of her innocence, the end of her dreams, and the end of her parents. In the end, there weren't even bodies left to bury.
For awhile, she was in a catatonic state. She had lost near everything she held dear. Nothing made sense to her anymore, and for a long time, she did nothing but sit by and watch as more things were taken from her.
People interested in her parents wealth and lands argued over her rights as the inheritor. They were people she knew, even liked; business partners that came over every so often, aunts and uncles that would play with her, older cousins that treated her to candy -- all now squabbling over her parents wealth, using her as a tool to claim it or even forgetting her outright. It was her first betrayal, and it was a painful one. Suddenly, she found herself surrounded on all sides by enemies she'd read about in story books, but unlike the princesses in her fairy tales she had no-one. No prince nor fairy godmother to assist her out of her dilemma.
Some claimed that the wealth should go to this-or-that person/organisation, while others tried to adopt her outright so as to have the money flow to them by proxy of being her guardian. The money-grubbing and greed came to its peak when they turned their eyes to her fathers statue collection.
It was her fathers most prized collection, and he often took her with him to admire them. At the time, she never really understood and appreciated them as he did, and even now she probably does not, but they held memories of her playing with him among the tall and handsome looking statues, memories of a life that could not return, and were one of the last and greatest reminders of his love.
She was not going to allow them to take that away from her.
She made Hatter, Dinah, Cheshire, Haigha, and Weiss in quick succession, and put them to work with the sole purpose of halting every move to steal her inheritance, her memories, and ignore the incoming pain and fatigue that came with the stress of their creation. For a half a year, she struggled with legal cases, using people puppeteered by Hatter and Aida as her proxies to give adult weight to her wishes, and finally, ultimately, succeeded.
The battle for her past life invigorated her, and soon, she fell out of her state of ennui, now alive in the present once more. Now, however, she had no clear direction of where her future lay. Until she happened to see a news report featuring a topic that had been out of her mind as of late: Heroes. They were still around, but splintered now. An incident at Nagoya, Japan, had left her once vaunted heroes as nothing more than shadows of themselves. The Champions were no longer the major body representing heroism, and opinions on heroes themselves were souring rapidly. Another childhood memory corroded by society and tragedy -- but this time, she did not feel helpless.
Recalling her childhood dreams, the image of her parents as heroes she could idolize resurfaced in her mind. Now, she couldn't be the hero she wanted to be, or the hero her parents advised her to be; she had her abilities, and while she had nothing, she also had a lot of things, things that mattered to other people, like money. No, her being a hero was out of the question . . . but she could help.
Over the past few months, she had settled on transforming her home - a mansion and the surrounding lands spanning kilometers wide - into a headquarters, from where she could provide support for herself, and any possible future she wanted to explore. It was easily converted it into a base, a fortress that could support heroes from all sides, and provide refuge if need be. She resolved to send them funds via proxies, so that they couldn't be traced back to her, and the creation of the Deck allowed her to gather information that she could send discreetly to heroes in need of it.
Currently, she has deemed her support necessary for both the Splinters and the Champions, however, she has preference for the Champions in terms of funding and lending of man power, due to their affiliation with her parents. She never shows her face or reveals her identity, always working through proxies and hired hands.
She has taken up the name of her favorite childhood story as her alter-ego:
The Alice.
Special Notes:
Charlotte has a weak heart, and even the slightest strenuous activity can give her a heart-attack.
She has been paralyzed from the waist down.
She is deaf in one ear.
She is not going to quit being a hero any time soon. Not until the Champions are returned to their previous state of glory. |
44,614 | 1,215 | 63 | 2,776 | 263 | "They can't?"The woman said in a voice that sounded way too serious to be sarcastic. Has she never drunken that before? It makes sense but that was still a strange way to reply, but it sounded mostly innocent. Well, more like serious enough that it came across as innocent. Isabella scratched the back of her head and sheepishly smiled at her response. She wasn't quite sure what to say to that. Man, this was gonna be...interesting.
"Did you need anything of me?" She put her hand to her chin quizzically with a more playful smile plastered on her face. She dropped her hands down relaxedly before shrugging. "Got it. What I need you to do is juuust~ let me sit wi-""She may not, but I do. Care to chat a bit?" Isabella turned over to where the deep voice came from. It seemed to be a rather large man dressed head to toe in...coat? He seemed to be situated in the shadier part of the street with only his eyes visible. Strange beady eyes...
Her eyebrow raised as she put her hands in her pocket and looked him up and down. Bad idea to pick a fight with him right now huh? Questioning him seemed a bit smarter. "Um, excuse me sir. Is it cool if we talk here? Don't really wanna move around too much, ya know?" She said, her smile notably gone. She didn't trust this guy. Not for a second. Anyone dressed up in a gigantic coat and in darkness was never good news.
On top of that, she had no really way to defend herself like usual if this guy attacked. Her hands were firmly on the mace bottle and taser in her pockets. If nothing else, those should do something. | Lol Nope |
44,615 | 1,216 | 0 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody sat in the shade of a tall oak tree, tapping gently at the buttons on her Nintendo DS whilst watching Emp play in the shallows of Lake Verity. Rei slumped gently against her arm as he slept, his calm telepathic waves relaxed the young trainer as she lounged, enjoying the beautiful summer day. She was slightly startled when she heard footsteps approaching from the direction of Twinleaf Town. She turned and saw Rowan, her childhood friend walking through the grass towards her. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,616 | 1,216 | 1 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan walked towards Melody with his hands in his pockets in a cool manner, pausing slightly just to wave to her before continuing his gentle stroll. Once in front of her, he slumped against the tree and slid down it before finally sitting down at the base.
"So we finally have our starters huh?" He asked as he looked upwards, shielding his eyes from the sunlight filtering through the top of the tree. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,617 | 1,216 | 2 | 2,737 | 141 | Yeah Melody chirped with an excited grin, "I just absolutely adore my little Piplup already, how's Twig going?" She closes her DS with a gentle click and slides it into one of the pockets on her satchel. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,618 | 1,216 | 3 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "Pretty good I suppose." Rowan replied with a simple shrug
"Haven't really done much so far, I mean our journey has only just begun." He added with a small sigh before pulling out a pokeball from his pocket and threw it up and down a few times. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,619 | 1,216 | 4 | 2,737 | 141 | "Have you been in any battles yet?" Melody asks while jumping to her feet "I think battling would be really cool... Although..." She lowers her eyes and fidgets "I wouldn't want Emp or Rei to get hurt..." She lifts the still sleeping Rei into her arms. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,620 | 1,216 | 5 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "None whatsoever, are you implying you wish to battle?" Rowan asked with an eyebrow cocked upwards in a questioning manner.
He twirled his pokeball a few times before letting Twig come out with a *swish* noise, the Turtwig shaking itself off slightly as if it was a wet dog coming in after being out in the rain. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,621 | 1,216 | 6 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody giggled "You're not tricking me into facing me just yet, I know that grass has an advantage over water" She leaned down to pet Twig while cradling Rei in the other arm | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,622 | 1,216 | 7 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "Ah you got me." Rowan shrugged with a slight smile on his face.
"So when do we even leave for this journey?" He asked with as he also got up and dusted his trousers off. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,623 | 1,216 | 8 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody thinks for a moment while fishing a pokeball out of her satchel "Well I guess we should get some supplies and tell our parents first" she pressed the button, expanding the pokeball to it's full size before absorbing Rei in a cool burst of red light. The ball returned to it's normal size with Rei now safely inside and placed it back into her satchel. "Well I guess we'd better get going" she smiles at Rowan before calling Emp over and wrapping him in a towel she pulls from her trusty satchel, and lifting him into her arms | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,624 | 1,216 | 9 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan nodded quietly as he went to follow her back to Twinleaf town. He would have to write a good list of what he needed when he got back, along with making sure he told his parents.
Twig trundled along behind Rowan, looking quite content for some strange reason. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,625 | 1,216 | 10 | 2,737 | 141 | As they completed the short walk to Twinleaf town Melody managed to make short work of towel drying Emp, as his feathers were somewhat hydrophobic and she returned her towel into her satchel after wringing it out and gently placing Emp on the ground besides Twig. Emp seemed happy enough to be making a new friend. Melody bumped against Rowans shoulder "Isn't it great that they're getting along?" | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,626 | 1,216 | 11 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan was a little lost in thought and seemed a little confused when Melody had suddenly bumped against him, looking at her curiously as to ask why she did it. That is before he looked down and smiled slightly at the sight of the two pokemon's blossoming friendship.
"Suppose it is better for them to get along." He replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,627 | 1,216 | 12 | 2,737 | 141 | As they reached the town Melody scooped Piplup back into her arms. "Well I guess we've got to part ways for a little while, meet me back here once you've told your parents ok?" | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,628 | 1,216 | 13 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "Yep see ya later." Rowan nodded before strolling off to his house with Twig in tow. When he got to the simple, two story brick house he called home he pulled out his front door key. Once inside he noticed that his parents weren't home, oh well. He got the stuff he thought he would need, clothes, food, water, tent, cooking utensils, metal crockery, sleeping bag, lighter, sunscreen, cooking oil and anything else he feels they would need on their journey. He writes a quick goodbye note to his parents before leaving to the meet-up place. He wasn't bothered if he got there early or not, he could wait. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,629 | 1,216 | 14 | 2,737 | 141 | While Rowan gathered the supplies at his house, Melody wandered into her family home, her father was still at work but her mother was in the kitchen. Melody strolled up and hugged her tightly.
"I see you finally got your starter Pokemon" Laura (her mother) observed.
"Yep, Rowan and I are going to train hard and get all the way to the Elite Four someday" Melody beamed
"Well your father and I have a lot of faith in you both, but please make sure you come home and visit sometime"
Melody nodded. "Also look on the mantle above the fireplace, your father and I prepared something for you"
She checked the mantle and found a large stack of supplies waiting for her, she packed the clothes, town map, Pokemon food and set of 10 pokeballs into her satchel then grabbed two packed lunches and handed them to Emp to hold. She changed out of her regular sneakers and into the much more comfortable running shoes that her mother had provided.
"Thanks mum" Melody kissed her mother on the cheek and races out the door to meet Rowan.
"Be careful" Laura called after her. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,630 | 1,216 | 15 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan slumped against a nearby tree on the path that leads out north from Twinleaf town as he awaited the arrival of Melody. He was 10 minutes earlier than he should've been, so he made himself comfortable at the base of the tree with his large backpack placed next to him
He proceeded to pat Twig who sat patiently on his lap. He didn't have much else to do but wait. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,631 | 1,216 | 16 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody ran at full sprint to the meeting place with Emp hot on her heels. 'I hope haven't made him wait too long' she thought to herself.
Just then she rounded a corner and Rowan came into sight a short distance away. "Rowan!" She called waving her arms as she ran towards him. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,632 | 1,216 | 17 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan looked up as Melody called out his name and started waving to him, so Rowan decided to wave to her back.
She started running towards him as he now now contemplating telling her about the tree root she was about to trip over-too late. He barely contained the laughter which now threatened to burst forth from him as he raced over to her to make sure she was right. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,633 | 1,216 | 18 | 2,737 | 141 | Melodys foot hit a tree root that was sticking up through the dirt and for a few moments she was airborne... Then the ground rose up to meet her and she skidded forward on her face. She sat up and frantically tried to get the dirt out of her mouth, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,634 | 1,216 | 19 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "Not hurt too bad are you?" Rowan asked with a hint of concern in his voice as he bent down to help Melody up and dust some of the dirt off of her.
While he thought about it he also pulled out a packet of tissues and handed her a few to dry the tears which had been shed. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,635 | 1,216 | 20 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody took one of the tissues and dried her eyes "Thanks" she stretched and winced. "Aha I should probably be a little more careful, we haven't even left our hometown and I'm already hurting myself" she laughed and dusted off her satchel | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,636 | 1,216 | 21 | 1,457 | 3,004 | I am sure you won't do it too often....At least we can only hope. Rowan tried to reassure her through it probably wasn't working. Instead to change the subject Rowan cleared his throat loudly.
"Anyway, shall we begin our adventure?" Rowan asked with a slight grin as Twig finally strolled on over. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,637 | 1,216 | 22 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody giggled "Yes! I am so looking forward to my first battle, isn't that right Emp?" Emp jumped up and squawked his agreement.
Melody pulled out her town map, and passed a spare to Rowan "Here, according to these maps the first stop would be Sandgem Town but there's a lot if tall grass between here and there" Melody followed her map back up neatly and slid it back into her satchel before passing Rowan his give of the empty pokeballs and his packed lunch. "Here these are from my parents, make sure you eat up because we'll need our strength" | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,638 | 1,216 | 23 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan accepted the items from Melody with a slight nod as he went back over to his camping pack before slinging it back onto his back.
"Sandgem town huh? If memory serves lots of Starly live in the long grass on the way there." Rowan thought aloud as he started humming the tune for route 201. He placed the pokeballs and lunch in his pocket before returning Twig, if there were Starly using a grass type would probably be a bad idea. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,639 | 1,216 | 24 | 2,737 | 141 | "Maybe we should try to catch a Starly? Having a flying type could be helpful. Also I hear that there's a professor researching Pokemon in Sandgem." Melody smirked "I can't quite remember his name" she laughed, while leaning back against a tree | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,640 | 1,216 | 25 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "Hahaha very funny." Rowan rolled his eyes and said sarcastically "And I don't plan on battling Starly's early on thank you, flying types don't match well against Grass types." Rowan shoved his hands in his pockets and started to walk off not really checking behind him to see if Melody was following him or not. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,641 | 1,216 | 26 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody ran up to him, and grabbed his arm "Come on, we're going on an adventure. Get excited!" She spun him around before running ahead into the tall grass with Piplup in hot pursuit. She scattered a flock of Starly as she ran. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,642 | 1,216 | 27 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan stumbled slightly as his vision was now blurry due to Melody's spinning of him.
".....Remind me why we're on a journey together again?" Rowan asked with a sigh as he wandered after his energetic childhood friend. This was such a bother trying to keep up with her energetic ways. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,643 | 1,216 | 28 | 2,737 | 141 | Because we're best friends and you can't get rid of me? Melody laughed, then she suddenly noticed something in the grass up ahead, a small group of Bidoof, five in total. She turned to Rowan "Ready for our first battle together?" She grinned | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,644 | 1,216 | 29 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan nodded in reply as he looked down to Twig and gestured to him to get ready.
"Razor Leaf." Rowan ordered the Turtwig. He wanted to get the first hit in, and the why not be one which can hit all 5 at once?
The Turtwig brings its head back before whipping it forward, causing a series of razor sharp leaves to now come streaming out of its head and towards the 5 unsuspecting bidoof. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,645 | 1,216 | 30 | 2,737 | 141 | "Come on Emp, we can't let them get a headstart on us. Follow that Razor Leaf with your Bubble attack!" Emp nodded before jumping forwards and releasing a stream of bubbles that followed close behind the flying leaves. The two attacks quickly landing amongst the group of oblivious Bidoof, easily hitting them. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,646 | 1,216 | 31 | 1,457 | 3,004 | The bidoof obviously enraged by the razor sharp leaves smacking into their faces now turned around and glared towards Rowan and Melody, before beginning their assault on Twig and Emp.
"Twig tackle the nearest then launch a leech seed." Rowan commanded. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,647 | 1,216 | 32 | 2,737 | 141 | Emp, follow his lead, hit the second one with a peck and follow that up with a few pound attacks! The two Pokemon, rocketed forwards into the fray quickly landing their respective attacks on the the two closest Bidoof. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,648 | 1,216 | 33 | 1,457 | 3,004 | After landing a solid blow on the first bidoof, Twig fired a seed at the bidoof. Once it impacted a series of vines erupted from the seed and wrapped around the bidoof, slowly draining its energy. After watching Emp finish up it's bidoof with a solid pound to the face Rowan gave out his next set of orders.
"Ok now leech seed the bidoof in the middle before tackling the one on the right!" Twig nodded in understanding before once again launching the seed at one of the bidoof, and before the seed had even impacted begun charging at another bidoof. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,649 | 1,216 | 34 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha had had her first Pokemon for a week. Solias, a Chimchar, was curled up on her bed, as she finally, finally, packed for her adventure. First aid supplies, spare clothes, some poke balls, some food for the next couple of days, both for herself and Solias, and a sleeping bag. She also had a blanket, and some supplies for her Pokemon-potions and such. She was finally ready to go, as she slid in, carefully, a yellow and black striped egg, with pink dots on it. She was so excited to find out what Pokemon it was. She whistled, and Solias sat up with a yawn.
"Time to go, buddy!" She said brightly, starting out her room, she farewelled her mother and father once more, before dashing outside, Solias by her side. They exited town, and soon, Niesha was sure she heard the unmistakable sounds of a battle. She looked to Solias with a grin, and together they started off in the direction of the battle.
A short girl, Niesha was roughly 5"4, she had a stunning color of red hair, and bright, eager green eyes. She had a splattering of freckles across her face, and an almost pixy like face. They found the two trainers, both with what was considered started Pokemon too, a piplup and a turttwig. They appeared to be fighting several bidoof's.
Guessing they were outnumbered, Niesha called out "mind if I help? Solias needs to have his first battle!" | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,650 | 1,216 | 35 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody looked back as she heard the newcomers voice. "Sure we don't mind, do we Rowan?" She grinned "Better hurry though as they aren't going to be standing for much longer." She noticed one of the remaining three Bidoof lunging towards Emp. "Emp dodge that tackle and counter with Peck, as soon as you hit him unleash a bubble at point blank range!" Emp hurried to complete his trainers orders. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,651 | 1,216 | 36 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "Eh the more the merrier." Rowan replied with a shrug as the bidoof which Twig now tackled was sent hurtling towards Solias, falling just short and now angrily attacked the chimchar.
"Twig use tackle followed up by Razor Leaf on the last bidoof." Rowan commanded as Twig now charged towards the bidoof which was still on the ground being drained by leech seed. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,652 | 1,216 | 37 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha grinned, and said to Solias "well, get in there, buddy! This is what we have practiced! Scratch then ember, okay? Just do your best!" The chimchar raced into the fight, attacking the last bidoof with eagerness. The young Pokemon hit the bidoof with scratch, leaping back, twirling in the air, to land and fire a quick stream of fire at the wild Pokemon. "That's it Solias! And again! Let's weaken it enough to catch it!" Solias once more attacked the bidoof, and this time win it swayed and looked to be falling, Niesha threw a pokeball at it, waiting with her breath held to see if it would be caught | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,653 | 1,216 | 38 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody watched Emp finish dispatching his Bidoof and then turned to watch Nieshas pokeball, crossing her fingers and holding her breath. She watched as the ball began to shake. 'One... Two...' | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,654 | 1,216 | 39 | 1,457 | 3,004 | '...Three...' the ball made a slight clicking noise as the bidoof was caught.
Twig finished off the bidoof it was fighting as it returned to Rowan's side having taken minimal damage from the fight, and any damage it had taken had been healed by the leech seed.
"Good work Twig." Rowan praised the turtwig as he patted his head. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,655 | 1,216 | 40 | 377 | 25,995 | As the bidoof was caught Niesha smiled, and cheered, running over to pick the pokeball up. "Rest now, and later I'll bring you out Nd give you some food!" She had just caught her first Pokemon! Solias approached, and Niesa smiled at him. "Thanks Solias! You did great! And now we have another little friend!" She smiled once more turning to the other two, who looked a little familiar to her but she had no idea who they were. "Thank you. I'm Niesha, this little guy is Solias" | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,656 | 1,216 | 41 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody lifted Emp into her arms and hugged him "I'm Melody, and this is my partner Emp" she smiled "are you just starting on your journey as well?" | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,657 | 1,216 | 42 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "I'm Rowan, this is Twig." Rowan gestured to the Turtwig beside him with a slight nod of his head before pulling returning the Turtwig to his pokeball. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,658 | 1,216 | 43 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha watched as Rowan returned the turttwig to its ball. She wondered if she should do the same with Solias, but she didn't like the idea of the chimchar in his pokeball, when who knows how long he had waited for her to choose him? So for now she kept him out with her. She nodded at Melody's question "yeah. Should have started a week ago, but moving in too longer then my parents thought and I stayed to help them" | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,659 | 1,216 | 44 | 2,737 | 141 | Rowan and I both just received our Pokemon and we decided it'd be best to head out together. You're welcome to join us if you like. Melody cradles Emp in her arms as she spoke | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,660 | 1,216 | 45 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan looked from Neisha to Melody and back again before smiling slightly to himself.
"Yeah we can always use another shorty around." Rowan chuckled before sticking his hands in his pockets and continuing on to Sandgem town. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,661 | 1,216 | 46 | 452 | 3,241 | Begin introductory fluff. Read at leisure.
"Froufrou, we're almost to the top. We can stop walking soon." The late teen called for his companion over his shoulder. He'd gotten momentum on his way here, and this hill threatened to kill it. If he couldn't enjoy a good coast down a hill after this bear, he didn't know what he'd do.
The Oshawott scurries to him from nearby, with a berry in her mouth. "Oh, an Oran berry. Good find. Hang on to that, now."
"Osh!"
"Good." Cliff nods and lets the little creature climb to his shoulder as he sets the bike down next to him. Beholding a route much less leisurely than he had hoped, the young man gripped his life in his hands and saddled up. After a few turns on a dirt path, there was a straight-away into town. With a gentle push, he began the final leg of the beginning of his journey.
It was poetic when you said it like that, but to other parties, it just seemed reckless. Nurse Joy did not approve of his 'joyriding', certainly.
With careful brakeing, the young man managed to avoid tumbling off his bike and injuring both himself and Frouline. He skids twice, managing to ride it out both times, before he leans slowly into the straightaway.
He sails down the hill into town, enjoying the sun and wind, when Frouline tugs his hair gently. He opens his eyes to see a woman coming out onto the path. She turns to face him and she stands with her arms out. Oh, was she trying to scare him? He dips to one side of the path and turns back just as he passed her, ducking himself and the bike under her arms.
He started a skid and caught a rock, pitching him off the bike and through the air. Through some miracle, he managed to land on his feet, stumbling forward. His eyes caught Frouline tumbling through the air and he, through some good old fashioned effort and dumb luck, flailed and vaulted himself into a headlong tumble. He somersaulted beneath Frouline and caught her in his arms, flopping onto his back and resting. "Oooh... jeez, I- aah!"
The bike clattered to a stop next to him, giving him a good scare. He gave a sigh before sitting himself up, turning to look at the woman approaching him.
She felt a little bad because she ended up causing him to fall, when he would have been fine. He reasured her, and after a brief exchange, he realized he'd missed the other beginner trainers. Cliff jumps to his feet and, finding his bike inoperable, takes off on foot with Frou on his heels.
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End lesiure reading. Begin mandatory reading.
"C'mon Frou, I think I hear them." The young male came around the bend of a small hill. He'd only started running again once he heard voices. Getting around without his bike was so slow...
"Hello? Trainers from New Leaf?" | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,662 | 1,216 | 47 | 377 | 25,995 | Friends already? Excellent! I'd love that! Traveling on you're own can be so boring! Thank you! Niesha said happily, the young girl falling into step with Rowan as he started to walk, Solias trotting among as well. She swung her pack around gently, and checking on the egg, but it still seemed fine apart from the occasional twitch. No cracks yet. She put her pack back on her back, and. Looked about.
She looked up at the sound of a voice, and waved, smiled. "So it seems like. Who are you?" | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,663 | 1,216 | 48 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody and Emp scrambled to keep up with the other two. "Wait for us we have little legs!" She caught up to the others and turned when she heard the young mans voice, before she could say anything Niesha had already responded to him. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,664 | 1,216 | 49 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan continued walking, ignoring the newcomer as he had never heard of 'New Leaf' and thus didn't realise he was talking to him and the others. He stopped after a bit realising that the others weren't still following him so he twirled on his heel and came back. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,665 | 1,216 | 50 | 452 | 3,241 | The boy smiled softly when he was greeted, standing straight. He spoke, "name's Cliff. I'm glad I was able to catch up. I was supposed to get here earlier, but it took a little longer to get here than I thought. What's your name?" | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,666 | 1,216 | 51 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha looked back at Melody and smiled. While she had short legs too, Niesha typically moved fast. "Sorry" She looked to the new boy, to Cliff, and smiled cheerfully. "Niesha" She said brightly, "What's yours?" She knelt to pick up Solias, hugging the Chimchar to herself. | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,667 | 1,216 | 52 | 2,737 | 141 | "Uh..." Melody raised her hand to point out the very real danger of Niesha setting herself aflame on Chimchars tail but thought better off it and kept her mouth shut. She decided to introduce herself as well "Hi Cliff, I'm Melody and this is Emp" she gestured towards the Piplup. "And the surly guy in the back is Rowan, he has a Turtwig named Twig" | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,668 | 1,216 | 53 | 1,457 | 3,004 | "Surly?" Rowan asked with a sigh before delivering a swift backhand to the back of Melody's head
He turned to Cliff before offering a handshake to the slightly older boy.
"Nice to meet you." | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,669 | 1,216 | 54 | 452 | 3,241 | His? His what? He gave her his name... maybe his pokemon's name? "Frouline." Cliff holds his arm down and lets his Oshawott climb uo to his shoulder. She perches there and rests a paw against his head for balance. He turns his attention as the other trainers gather and introduce themselves.
"Melody and Rowan, with Emp and Twig. Seems like a lively bunch. Traveling together should be fun." | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,670 | 1,216 | 55 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha wasn't worried about Chimchar's flames. He had never burned her, or her things before, so she wasn't concerned. She smiled, and nodded. "It's good, having friends" Niesha had been worried about that, about being able to make friends after moving, but that didn't seem to be a problem. Of course, when you had pokemon, you had friends. "How long have you been a trainer?" | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,671 | 1,216 | 56 | 452 | 3,241 | Not for long. Until a few days ago, I had yet to leave on my journey. He didn't want to go on a journey without another human around. "I totaled my bike on the way here, so I'm really glad I was able to catch up to you guys." He reaches up and pets Frouline idly, causing her to lean more against his head. | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,672 | 1,216 | 57 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody winced as Rowan backhanded her and her hat fell to the ground, she picked it up and dusted it off with tears beginning to form at the corners of her eyes. She murmured her agreement to having Cliff join them and stood quietly off to one side petting Emp. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,673 | 1,216 | 58 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan stood there with his outstretched hand as he was completely ignored by Cliff, so he withdrew it and narrowed his eyes at the older boy. First he dared be the same height now this outrage?!
"Can we just get going." Rowan muttered grumpily before shoving his hands in his pockets and walking off again. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,674 | 1,216 | 59 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha blinked, and setting Solias down, she bundled Melody into a hug, "Hitting is wrong, Rowan! Apolgise!" She said, not knowing what Rowan was in a grumpy mood, she planted her hands on her hips, and narrowed her eyes, the pixie looking girl with an almost venomous look in her eyes. Clearly, she wouldn't take no for an answer. | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,675 | 1,216 | 60 | 452 | 3,241 | Get down, Frouline. The pokemon responds promptly and Cliff turns toward Rowan. He stepped forward, with a stern look on his face. "Hey. If you're frustrated, you shouldn't take it out on others. I didn't mean to ignore you." He'd missed his handshake. Apparently, the other boy was sensitive to that kind of thing. He'd have to be more mindful. He glanced at the girls, making sure Melody was just a little jostled and nothing more serious. | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,676 | 1,216 | 61 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody huddled into Nieshas embrace, standing slightly behind her while she scolded Rowan "Thank you for standing up for me guys, but its ok" She began drying her eyes on her sleeves "It was just a little unexpected I guess" She looked down at her feet | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,677 | 1,216 | 62 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan gave a weird look to Cliff before shaking his head in disbelief.
"You think I would do that because you ignored me? Just how highly do you regard yourself?" Rowan mocked Cliff before he continued on, still shaking his head in disbelief. He decided to ignore Neisha's demand, deciding it was too much of a bother to even respond.
Honestly he didn't care what they thought of him, as long as Twig stayed by his side he would be right. Though he did think he might've hit Melody too hard, so he might have to apologise later. But like hell anyone would make him, he would only do so if he wished to. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,678 | 1,216 | 63 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Nov 2015 16:05 2 yrs ago | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,679 | 1,216 | 64 | 377 | 25,995 | Rowan didn't appear to treat humans very well. And it seemed he thought a little bit too much of himself. If he treated hisnpokemon like he did them, Niesha decided she'd do something about it. "Oh Melody, if someone hurts someone else they should apologize, otherwise they think you were asking for it, and no one asks to be hurt" she said to the other girl,
"You are Surly, Rowan. Your manor shows that." What was the point of staying quite if they were going to be spending any sort of time together? "And if you even think to hit Melody, or myself or anyone else for that matter, I'll make sure you get it worse back. You can't treat people like they are there to be hit just because you don't like what they say. It's not merely the physical pain! You made her cry, you, you-you, I don't have a word! But if you think it's alright to hit someone and not apologize, well, what will you do to your Pokemon then?" She was deliberately trying to aggravate now, to get any sort of reaction, but mainly she just wanted Rowan to feel sorry and to apologize. | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,680 | 1,216 | 65 | 452 | 3,241 | I mean, hey, some people are really sensitive. But, Rowan probably didn't care. Cliff shrugged at the boy and turned to the other two. Melody seemed alright. Little jostled but otherwise ok. Niesha was really laying into the other boy, so he just decided to stand back and step in when necessary. Mediate. | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,681 | 1,216 | 66 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody cuddled Emp, whilst shooting Rowan a dirty look | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,682 | 1,216 | 67 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan sighed deeply before turning around. This was getting too bothersome for him. His pride wasn't worth this annoying nonsense.
"Fine, whatever. I'm sorry. There, done." Rowan spun back around and kept walking. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,683 | 1,216 | 68 | 377 | 25,995 | Small victories. Niesha sighed, and turned to Melody. "Are you okay?" She asked softly, trying to sound reassuring as she looked back over her shoulder, glaring at Rowan. "Some people just can't admit their wrong" she looked back to Melody, "if you want, my mother taught me some ways of making food specific for Pokemon types. I can make Emp something" | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,684 | 1,216 | 69 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody sniffled "I'm ok, thank you Niesha" she turned to Rowan "Apology accepted... Jerk" she grumbled, turning back to Niesha "That would be great, I'd love to help out and learn a thing or two, what about you Cliff?" She made a point of ignoring Rowan. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,685 | 1,216 | 70 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan sighed as he continued walking towards Sandgem Town. Travelling in a group was a hassle, maybe it would be better if he just went solo? He was pretty confident that Twig could take on most pokemon they encounter, and if Twig can't then simply running away from the wild pokemon was a decent strategy, or maybe he should capture another pokemon soon?
Either way they can continue their friendly little-chit-chat, but Rowan just wanted to get this adventure on the road already.
Who knows maybe he could also avoid the Professor while he was at it... | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,686 | 1,216 | 71 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha smiled brightly and nodded "sure, I'd love the help! We could Try something tonight when we stop" she said happily, "so we better get a move on to Sandgem!" She said leaning down to pet Solias and started to walk again, pausing briefly to see if Melody and Cliff would follow | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,687 | 1,216 | 72 | 452 | 3,241 | Cliff had been watching Rowan leave, frowning softly to himself. Well, that all went very smoothly. Before he could give much thought to it, the girls were addressing him. He turns to see that they, too, are preparing to move on ahead. "Aah, yeah. Right with ya." They'd be making food when they got to Sandgem? Sounds great! He follows after Niesha, letting Frouline climb to his shoulder again. | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,688 | 1,216 | 73 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody followed after the rest of them, and so their (not so) merry troop was off to Sandgem Town, as they walked she decided to give Rei some fresh air so she let him out of his pokeball, but surprise, surprise he was asleep and she had to carry him as usual. "How much farther do you think itll be until we get there?" She asked of no one in particular after they had been trekking for quite some time. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,689 | 1,216 | 74 | 2,737 | 141 | Nov 2015 5:43 2 yrs ago | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,690 | 1,216 | 75 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan continued his speedy pace towards Sandgem, the sooner they got there the better. He didn't want to camp the first night of his journey having made such little progress.
He glanced over his shoulder when he thought he heard Melody say something but he was too far ahead to properly hear, so he decided against responding to whatever it was she said and instead pulled out the pokeball containing Twig and stared at it for a few moments.
'what will you do to your Pokemon then?' The words rang out in his head as he continued walking.
"Not sure why she is comparing humans to pokemon. Pokemon are much easier to handle, humans are just annoying." Rowan muttered underneath his breath before returning Twig's pokeball to his belt. He barely knew the Turtwig so why would he hit his pokemon anyway? | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,691 | 1,216 | 76 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha looked about eagerly as they walked, taking in everything, and occasionally consulting a map to make sure they were going the right way, not trusting her own sense of direction. She looked over at Melody when she asked how long till they got there. Niesha shrugged, "Maybe an hour or two, I suppose, if we keep up this pace." She said, itching to take the bidoof out of its pokeball, to give it a name, and treat any injuries he or she may have gotten in the fight. And she wanted to check on the egg. "Hey, can we stop for a moment? I want to check on Solias, the bidoof and the egg I have, please! And I'm hungry, so no doubt the pokemon are too!"
As if to support that fact, Solias's stomach growled, and the Chimchar stared at it. | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,692 | 1,216 | 77 | 452 | 3,241 | Cliff had found himself walking in front of the other two girls. Frou was climbing on his shoulders and his head, watching her surroundings with interest. Someone mentioned food and she turned right around. "Haha, alright, alright." Cliff turned to smile at the girls. "Frouline's hungry, too. Let's stop to eat." | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,693 | 1,216 | 78 | 2,737 | 141 | "Alright, I'll go stop Rowan, do you guys want to get a fire started?" Melody began to run off ahead, calling out to Rowan with Emp close behind and Rei still in her arms. She quickly caught up to him all ill will forgotten by this point and let him know that they were planning to rest, she began to head back to the campsite, gesturing for Rowan for to follow. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
44,694 | 1,216 | 79 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan stopped when Melody approached and told him about them stopping to rest and silently watched her head back to the others as he thought about what to do now.
Go back to where that annoying girl was, or keep walking and get to Sandgem town as fast as possible? No matter how much he wanted to pick the second one, and by god did he want to pick the second one, he instead just sighed heavily and trudged slowly back to the others.
He dropped his pack on the ground before sitting cross-legged on the ground sporting a bored facial expression. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,695 | 1,216 | 80 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha left the fire starting to Clif, as she sat down, and took out the small supply of pokemon food she had, offering a handful to the pokemon, she took out Bidoofs pokeball, and left it out. She studied the pokemon, offering her arms so she could climb in, and began to check the bidoof over. but there didn't appear to be anything seriously wrong with her.
"Doof Doof" Niesha said thoughtfully, trying it out for a name. The Bidoof seemed pleased with it, so that was all Niesha needed. Using a potion, she treated her, and then nudged her towards the pokemon food.
Satisfied, she took out the pokemon egg, feeling it to make sure it was still warm, and checking for any cracks, seemingly dedicated to the task as she wondered when the egg would hatch.
Having dealt with her pokemon first, she then took out a package of sandwiches, rice balls and some other foods, a small feast, but her mother had been worried she wouldn't have enough food. She held it out for the others as well | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,696 | 1,216 | 81 | 452 | 3,241 | Frouline, gather some twigs and tinder, would you? With a little utterance, the Oshawott bounds down to the ground and waddles off nearby to search for materials. Cliff clears a place on the ground, off the path. Frouline brought him back a bundle for him to start with as he starts to strike some flint and tinder. "You should keep dry foods like that ready for emergencies." Cliff looks up from working on the fire. Didn't Niesha have a fire-type...? Well, whatever. He turns back to it and manages to catch a spark, quickly leaning down and sheltering it from the wind. Frouline adds more tinder. "Larger pieces now, Frouline. But don't go far."
The girl had another pokemon. And an egg, that was more impressive. | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,697 | 1,216 | 82 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody arrived just as the fire began to catch. "Wow good work Cliff, that was so quick" she beamed "Now Emp, you go and help Frouline collect some larger sticks ok? And I'll help Rowan set up a tent for all of us, luckily we happened to bring a really big one, isnt that right Rowan?" She looked over her shoulder at the younger boy. | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
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-
-
-
- |
44,698 | 1,216 | 83 | 1,457 | 3,004 | Rowan nodded and opened his bag before pulling out a smaller bag.
He casually dumped its contents on the ground and sorted through them. He started to put the tent skeleton together as he now waited for Melody to assist in putting the tent itself together. | Name: Rowan Rin
Age: 15
Description: Cool, calm and levelheaded who has a massive sweet tooth. He stands at 5"8' with pale, easily burned skin. He has shaggy, almost mop-like white hair with dark red eyes and sounds devoid of most emotions. He wears a dark brown long sleeved undershirt with a lighter brown hooded sweater and a snow white jacket with a pair of brown trousers and he carries a dark brown camping pack.
Pokemon:
1. Twig (Turtwig), quiet and lazy
-Tackle
-Razor Leaf
-Leech Seed
2.
3.
4.
5.
6. |
44,699 | 1,216 | 84 | 377 | 25,995 | Niesha didn't even think to let Solias help out with the fire, until it had already been started, and she blushed. It was too late, the fire already been started, she couldn't do anything about it. "Sorry, I guess I just haven't gotten use to having a pokemon" She said, shifting awkwardly, hugging the egg to her to give it warmth. | Name: Niesha
Age:16
Gender: female
Description: I'll find something soon
Pokemon:
1. chimchar, Male, Named Solias
2. Pichu egg |
44,700 | 1,216 | 85 | 452 | 3,241 | Thank you, Melody. I'm just fortunate that there's wood this dry here. I wonder how long it's been since it rained?
"That's alright, Niesha. I don't have a fire type, so need to be prepared." He sits with the fire, maintaining a low burn until they're ready to begin cooking. They didn't have much fuel to work with in the first place, so they'd have to manage what they had. Frouline brings him more and he stops her to pet her for a moment. He pats her on the back after a moment and sends her off, "alright, one more load. I think I'll have enough then." | Name: Cliff
Age: 17
Description: Cliff is a rather plain young man, with the makings of a goatee growing in on his chin. He wears sunglasses with small, circular red lenses and a collared shirt. He wears cargo pants or shorts. In cold weather, he wears flannel-lined jeans. He stands at 5'8".
Pokemon:
Oshawott, Female, named Frouline |
44,701 | 1,216 | 86 | 2,737 | 141 | Melody begins to piece the tent together with the frame that Rowan had set up and within a few minutes the tent is completely set up. While she was busy with the tent Emp had returned with a bundle of wood in his little fins, which he placed besides Cliff before running back to Melodys side chattering excitedly. Melody leaned down to pat him "Great job Emp" she praised, before turning to the group, "Alright, so weve set up the tent and got a fire going and Niesha has some preprepared food ready, but I think we should cook some hot food as well, what do you guys think?" | Name - Melody Valanche
Age - 16
Bio - A cheerful, carefree girl who loves nothing more than hanging out with her dear Piplup 'EMP'. She stands at 5"1' with slightly tan skin and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She has shoulder length black hair with bright green eyes with a brown ring around the pupil, her voice is high and almost musical. She wears a large white hoodie with pale, apple green patches on the shoulders and a pair of knee length white shorts, a pale green satchel hangs at her hip. Emp can normally be seen riding in said satchel.
Family -
She lives with her mother, Laura, who is a housewife and retired psychic gym leader who once tutored Sabrina, she has a male and female pair of Alakazams and a Chimecho left from her training days, and her father, Julius, who is a scientist specialising in the study of pokeballs, he isn't as big a fan of pokemon as his wife and daughter however he is always seen with his trusty Azumarill by his side, he rescued her as an Azurill when she was chased by a flock of Staraptors and they've been inseparable ever since, he is also the one that gave Melody her Abra so that she could follow in her mothers footsteps.
Pokemon -
-"Emp" the Piplup, can be somewhat mischievous, fiercely protective of Melody and other Pokemon
-Pound
-Peck
-Bubble
-
-"Rei" the Abra, quiet and sleeps a lot
-Teleport
-Confusion
-Miracle Eye
-
-
-
-
- |
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