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52,602 | 1,427 | 24 | 1,053 | 920 | It was certainly a motley assortment of individuals that had gathered together to fight Evil. From a knight wrapped in death, to rangers, half-Zoras, and even a Goron had answered the call. It was like all the weirdos in Hyrule had decided to come together for a celebration. Well as long as they did not get in her way she didn't give one burnt crisp if they attempted to help but this Hero's Guild leader had only spoken a little and already she was rather ticked.
Warden was an enigma, but not one she cared to find out about. Between his ridiculous mask, attitude, and awful codename Tina already knew she was gonna regret going along. They would be grateful that she decided to stay to defeat the approaching darkness despite her person misgivings about present company. He also seemed overconfident, haughty, and all greater-than-thou like which she could not stand, such cheek. Well, she would have to endure for now as at the moment she had no other leads.
The other two pseudo-leaders, Ark and Kira at least seemed potentially competent so hopefully they could keep things afloat. As for the other tag-alongs...well most of them would probably just drag her down frankly though there were a few of at least some interest. For example, the half-zora was quite an oddity and his unique bloodline certainly had her interested in what facets of biology she shared between the races. The Sheikan she noticed could be quite a fine, as a member of a nearly extinct race there was potential for him to know something that could help her on her quest. Also the mighty Goron she had least had a grudging amount of respect for. As a race that lived in fiery locations they were somewhat closer to the Goddess Din, and in a sense her, than the others.
Well, she was not about to just follow without learning something so Din decided to make use of Kira's offer of answering questions. "That Warden is quite the stuck-up sort." She could not help but mention before actually starting to ask questions. "So what in the world is this mission? A mini campaign? So you understand the only reason I'm tagging alone so I can get to the bottom of the source of darkness to destroy of seal it, course I prefer burning it to a crisp." To shed light on her point a small ember appeared in the palm of one of her outstretched hand, then she curled her fingers up and snuffed it out.
"I swear if this mission turns out to be some side-job unrelated to what is currently happening to this world, that masked jerk is gonna need some serious burn ointment. But I digress, can you at least explain why there is a need to head to the Death Mountain Range? There'd better be a reason besides something as droll as training which I don't need at all." | Name: Tina Din
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Appearance:
A petite 5’3’’ young woman with somewhat short Hylian Ears.
Inheritance: Fire Rod – Capable of channeling her magic powers into fiery blasts which doubles as a lighting tool and a weapon.
Personality: Her magical prowess kind of gets to her head, making this small mage a bit of a narcissist. Stubborn to a fault, she can get exasperating at times. She also possesses a quick and often sharp wit which can put people off quite quickly. Another characteristic is her belief in justice and the destruction of evil, so at least her heart is somewhat in the right place.
Recent history: Descendant of the Oracle Din, Tina is charged with a destiny of keeping evil in check which she takes quite seriously. During her somewhat extensive travels it came to her attention the increased progression of natural disasters, evil rising up, and so on meaning that the land could soon plunge into darkness again. Feeling the call of her Oracle blood Tina has decided to find out the cause of the approaching storm and stop it.
Personal Goal: To become an unstoppable Oracle who can beat back evil without having to rely on others.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Magical Prowess – Tina was born with a great affinity for magic with a large and efficient mana reserve.
2. Fire Affinity – Part of the Din line her powers align greatly with the fire element. This makes fire magic easier than most and she can easily tolerate the heat.
3. Keen Mind – Being an Oracle descendant is not just for show, her mind can work fast and furiously, allowing her to adapt to situations and notice things out of the ordinary.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Stubborn – She can be stupidly stubborn, unwilling to change her mind at inappropriate times and may refuse help even when she clearly needs it.
2. Fragile – She is a mage, not a physical fighter. As such while not exactly weak she can easily be overpowered and physical exertion can quickly wear her down. Her height doesn’t really help matters either.
3. Overconfident – Tina is sure of herself, too sure a lot of the time and this overconfidence can get her into trouble, be it battle, a friendly game, and a tendency to believe she alone can do anything.
Greatest Love: Dark Chocolate, totally Divine.
Hates the most: Ironically those who put too much faith in their abilities.
Misc: Tina has a tattoo between her should blades that looks like a crystal with a red flame inside of it.
Theme song: |
52,603 | 1,427 | 25 | 478 | 347 | Oryx followed as behind the others, he preferred to keep his distance for now till he was able to gauge everyone's attitude towards him. A test of their abilities no doubt this mission was. He had run into quite the brave bunch of people in his living days and even though their hearts overflowed with courage or bravery, some of them wouldn't be able to hold up in a fight of any kind. The Darkness that was approaching came faster with every passing day, as the night gallops across the plains of the earth as the Sun retreats to the ends of the earth. Oryx had his suspicions at to what the Darkness was, but he hoped to the bottom of his ribcage that he was wrong in every way possible. One member of the group who decided to stick it out piped up with much confidence of destroying the coming darkness, even "burning it to a crisp".
"I admire your confidence, but this darkness is different, it holds a similar scent to evil from days long forgotten. Hopefully just an echo of those dark times..." Oryx said under his breath mostly to himself. However this Warden fellow seemed like he would be able to answer what dangers lay ahead of the heroes to be. His aura swirled around him with great strength and magic, definitely someone you wouldn't want to mess with or be on their bad side. It would seem however from the man's previous choice of words and tones that he was not a man of being polite, coming off very rude and gruff in his opinion. Though peoples personalities was not something he should be pondering about, the task at hand was far more important than such distracting thoughts. | Name: Sir Oryx the Cursed Knight
Age: 1027
Sex: Male
Race: Stalfos
Handiness: Left
Appearance: Standing at 5'11, Sir Oryx is completely incased in his cursed armor which is decorated with that of skulls. Only those with keen eyes might see through his armor for what he actually is.
Inheritance: Sword of Valor - A sword passed through his family for generations, imbued with the spirit of Justice and Bravery that allows him to retain his mind and control over his cursed body.
Personality: Sir Oryx despite his horrific appearance and unsavory demeanor is still as noble and humble at heart as when he was still alive, living true to the fact it matters what's on the inside not on the outside. He is kind hearted and still holds onto his duties to serve and protect the people of his land and even those in need of help.
Recent history: Sir Oryx was not always as grotesque and offensive to the eyes as he is in his current state. Oryx served as a Hylian Knight to the Royal Family in his past days among the living. As a Hylian Knight he embodied the spirit to place others before himself and that there was no greater honor that to sacrifice one's self for another. He was the ideal Knight of the time, compared to many of his fellow comrades who more likened themselves to knight in name only, and not so much in practice. Oryx aspired to one day be a Royal Guard, only for the most worthy and humble of knights and he was on the right path to becoming one perhaps in a few more years of service. Disaster struck as an evil darkness descended upon the Kingdom and it was lost. With the Kingdom gone and the Royal Family gone Oryx went into self exile at his failure to protect his land from evil.
However a hero of light arose from the darkness and defeated the great evil, saving the land and restoring peace. Oryx returned from his exile to serve as a Hylian Knight and hopefully redeem himself. As time went on though evil once again slowly seeped into the land now from outside, but from within its borders and the source being the Legendary Hero of Time. Corrupted by unlimited power, Oryx devised a plan among fellow brave knights to stop their land from falling into darkness once more, but their plan was uncovered and they were punished harshly for their crimes. They were forced to serve as his knights for all eternity. Stripped of life, they were turned into Stalfos Knights to guard his castle.
During a great battle waged by heroes of past, present, and future, he stood guard in the Tombs of Hyrule's past ruler to future increase their pain by standing in the presence of some of Hyrule's greatest rulers and to know that they failed them. When the Hero of Time was thrown into the future, they remained there, still stuck in eternal servitude to him as was per the chase of the curse. Standing there, completely aware of their surroundings, yet unable to control their own decomposed bodies they remained for 1,000 years. However while the other knights became made and their minds ultimately coming to reflect their bodies Sir Oyrx's remained true. He focused hard on what his duties were as Hylian Knight, even if he didn't resemble one no more. His family's sword that his hands still clung to began to create a magical barrier around him after absorbing the magical aura of the past rulers of Hyrule. His sword unbeknownst to him which had been past down through his family of 10 generations of Hylians Knights had been infused with goodness and the essence of what makes a true knight.
As he felt his master's return into the land of Hyrule, the magical barrier created by his sword solidified and broke him of his chains, he was free to control himself once more, but still cursed to be among the living until the creator of his curse was vanquished. Sir Oryx left the tomb and set out to defy his master once again, hopefully this time for good.
Personal Goal: To protect his homeland, free himself and his fellow comrades and to finally be laid to rest.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Very skilled Swordsman.
2. Can speak to the more friendlier dead.
3. Noble of heart, always tries to see the good in people despite people always seeing the bad in him.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Despite his good intentions at heart, his new form has made him incredibly weak against light magic.
2. As a Stalfos Oryx tends to cause panic and be seen as a monster, not as the person he once was.
3. Without his sword he mind will crumble, and the darkness the lurks within will be unleashed and he will fall prey to being a servant of darkness.
Greatest Love: Nature
Hates the most: Bullies, those who hurt others
Misc: Dogs really like him... for his bones... |
52,604 | 1,427 | 26 | 680 | 30 | Karu strolled toward the back of the group, holding his head high to try and hide his initial nervousness. He still felt slightly ridiculous with his spear and the strange whip on his belt. Having recovered slightly, he took a look at the crowd. There was one face he recognized - The goron leader, Argon, who he'd met once at a diplomatic meeting between their people. Speaking of gorons... He tuned back to the man who spoke to them - the "Warden", just as he mentioned going to Death Mountain. Death mountain? He shuddered, thinking of the heat. His last trip to Death Mountain had been fraught with headaches, nausea and dizziness caused by the heat. He felt ill even at the idea, but didn't want to back out now. He'd be a laughing stock.
Still, he wasn't exactly happy about it. It seemed unfair to him that their abilities would be tested in an environment that was so unsuited to his strengths. What was the point of this? He looked at the so-called warden, who had far too high an opinion of himself as far as Karu was concerned, just as he turned and began to walk out of the hall. He found himself agreeing with the crazy fire-lady about the Warden, although he'd probably still keep a fair distance from her. There'd be enough fire on the mountain as it was.
He couldn't keep his mouth shut completely, though, as the Warden continued walking in a way that seemed smug and self-assured and specifically designed to annoy him.
"Seriously, what's with him? I'd be surprised if he doesn't think he could stop the darkness himself, the smug-" Karu stopped himself from continuing, barely biting back his angry words. He shook his head, and turned to follow him out of the hall, looking particularly unhappy about it. | Name: Karu
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Race: Zora
Handiness: Right
Appearance: Quite tall, broad-shouldered and muscular compared to most Zora. His skin is a light blue, while the fins on his arms are much darker than the rest of him. His eyes are the same dark blue as his fins. He wears a necklace made of seashells all the time, only taking it off to sleep, as well as a simple rope bracelet on his left wrist. He also wears a belt where he keeps his whip and a spear strapped to his back.
Inheritance: Whip (Skyward Sword) – Currently allows him to swing over gaps, strong enough to carry his whole weight with little trouble. Magic makes it near-impossible to break. Can also be used in battle once he masters it further.
Personality: Proud and hotheaded, fiercely loyal and determined to prove himself to others, he has a tendency to throw himself into dangerous situations with little thought of the consequences, although he has the decency to be sorry about it afterwards. He will often throw himself into danger to protect others that he cares about. Generally cheerful, and makes an effort to get along with people when meeting them, most of the time, but has a tendency to hold grudges against people who do him wrong.
Recent history: The youngest prince of his tribe, he has always competed with his older siblings and come up short, finding himself outclassed time and time again, despite his determination to succeed. On one of these occasions, something went terribly wrong because of Karu’s actions, leading to his being sent out into exile, with orders not to return until he had proven himself worthy as a prince.
Finding himself completely alone for the first time, Karu now searches the land for people in need and quests that need completed in an effort to prove himself, and in a hope that eventually he will receive the message that would allow him home.
Personal Goal: To prove his worth to his people.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Swimming and breathing underwater.
2. Determination – Once he sets his mind on something, it is impossible to change it.
3. Skilled with spears, can use then to fight and also to fish for food.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Hot-tempered – easy to offend, and holds grudges.
2. Doesn’t know when to keep his mouth shut.
3. Vulnerable to heat and fire
Greatest Love: Diving, especially from cliffs and waterfalls – The higher the better
Hates the most: People who disrespect him or question his honour
Misc: Karu is surprisingly good at dancing and singing, although the only songs he knows are those from his tribe.
Theme song: ??? |
52,605 | 1,427 | 27 | 1,157 | 100 | Kagumo had never been anywhere near Death Mountain on her adventures. She was excited to see where this was going. As she was walking, someone walked near her, asking a question. The zora smiled at her. She hadn't really seen that many zoras, but this one seemed different than most. She blushed a bit, but tried to hide it while answering his question. " I'm not sure what sort of treasures we'll discover, but imagine it wouldn't be much of anything the first time. I've been to many places and it happens quite often that the reward isn't worth the effort. So why would a zora like you be all the way here? Seems a bit far to me." | Name: Kagumo
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Race: Gerudo
Handiness: Left
Inheritance: Roc's Cape
Recent History: Kagumo was born in Gerudo Valley. Ever since she was a little girl, she was trained to be a thief. She became a fast learner, being able to pickpocket people at the age of 10. During one of her travels, she stole Roc's Cape from a temple, and has been using it at her disposal. With this in her possesion, she could obtain the 3 mythical treasures: Naryu's Love, Din's Fire, and Farore's Wind.
Personal Goal: Kagumo's goal to have all three goddess treasures in her posession, making her become one of the best thieves the world has ever seen.
Strengths:
-Very agile and quick on her feet
-Knows how to blend into the crowd/surroundings
-Knows how to use her appearance/persuasiveness to get out of situations
Weaknesses:
-Can get in way over her head when trying to acquire her target
-While she does have weapons on her, she isn't very proficient with them and acts clumsy at times
-Becomes easily flustered by anyone she is attracted to
Greatest Love: Treasure
Hates the Most: People who try to impose themselves on her
Random Fact: Is a very amazing dancer and can play the harp while dancing. |
52,606 | 1,427 | 28 | 351 | 2,364 | Ruink actually shyly started to rub the back of his head as he noticed that the Gerudo woman was blushing, even if she was trying to hide it. Still, at least she was being friendly and talking back which was something of a small, personal victory for the hybrid. Her counter question caused him to take a moment to think about it as they walked along. After a few seconds he answered tentatively "Well... A couple of reasons really. Every since I was little I've met different people from a wide range of cultures and backgrounds and grew up hearing stories of their homelands and the journeys that they have been on and I couldn't help but feel the need to go out into the world and see it for myself."
"As for why I am here in relation to this group, I saw a flier and decided that one way or the other going to the meeting was going to lead to a interesting story that I could tell years from now..." In a strange burst of confidence, he turned and offered the Gerudo woman a shy smile as he continued "Considering that this adventure started off with meeting you, I feel like we're off to a good start. My name is Ruink by the way. If you don't mind me asking, what brings you here Ms?" | Name: Ruink
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Hybrid Zora/Hylian
Handiness: Right
Appearance: To human to pass as a Zora. To Zora to pass for human. Raink stands somewhat taller then the average Hylian but isn't quite as tall as his Zora peers. His shoulders are broad and his skin is a rather pleasant shade of pale blue that matches the pale yellow of the fins along his arms. His head is similar to that of a hammer head shark, but unlike his zora peers does not have a second set of eyes on the head of his head. The pair of eyes he does have are blue.
He is somewhat bulkier then the standard Zora, his body taking more after his Hylian heritage to the point were he doesn't have webbed feet. He also seems to lack the gills on his chest that normal zora's have, a fact that he normally covers up with a simple blue shirt that has a couple of pockets for his things.
Inheritance: Zora's Sapphire - No known benefit beyond the fact that it is a priceless heirloom that has been passed down through the family for generations and Ruink will protect it with his life if need be.
Zora Tunic: Said to have been used by the lover of Queen Ruto, this Zora Tunic has long been used and taken great care of by his half breed descendants due to their inability to breath underwater naturally.
Personality: Ruink has always been a little distant from those around him. Not out of rudeness or pride, but simply because he has always felt like an outsider to his own people due to his mixed heritage. Despite this, Ruink still highly respects and takes great pride in both of his heritages and actively seeks to do whatever he can to live up to it when the opportunity presents itself. He is also something of a hopeless romantic, largely because he views his own existence and that of the original coupling that created his bloodline as proof that love will conquer all.
Recent history: While of royal blood, the branch of the family that Ruink is apart of lost the throne due to their status as half breeds after one of their line married the Hylian hero of the age named Link. Raised in a loving family without having to worry about ascending to the throne, Ruink grew up on the coastline between Zora and Hylian territories. Earning a living by serving aboard the various Hylian ships (mostly fishing, but occasionally trading) that operated out of a nearby village, Ruink heard a great many stories about the world and learned a large number of skills that would aid him in surviving out in it, including how to fight with his fins to the point were he would be able to go toe to toe with a skilled swordsman.
Recently however something in his blood started to boil, yearning for adventure... one that Ruink is more than happy to take.
Personal Goal(s):
To go on an adventure worthy of his ancestors.
To meet the love of his life.
To have a story worthy of telling his descendants about.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Experienced Sailor/Swimmer
2. Has knowledge of a large number of cultures and stories.
3. Fighting with his hands/fins.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Drying out if away from water too long/Fire (Through as a hybrid, he is more resistant to this then the average Zora)
2. Status as hybrid may make being accepted by others hard.
3. Cannot breath underwater; While he can stay underwater longer then the standard Hylian, he still needs to come up for air every now and then.
Greatest Love: He hasn't discovered her yet.
Hates the most: Fire.
Ancestor(s):
Princess Ruto, Sage of Water and Queen of the Zora (Great grandmother)
Link, Hero of Hyrule (Grand father)
Misc: Is the youngest child with six older sisters. Has always wanted to see snow.
Theme music: |
52,607 | 1,427 | 29 | 515 | 4,608 | Kira laughed a little at the young girl's observation. "He does seem like that, but I assure you, you can trust him. This will be the first in a series of places. We are going there to eliminate monsters and we are looking for a certain place. I hate to be mysterious, but I belive it is best to leave that detail to The Warden. At the girl's bold proclamation, she smiled, knowingly. She looked at the armored figure who spoke. "An echo, indeed. Tell me, Stalfos, how old are you?" She said casualy, with that same knowing smile.
About that time, the group arrived at the edge of town, where Ark and another man were waiting with a horse, hooked to a large cart. As they got closer, the strange man waved, "Is this all?" He asked The Warden once he was within earshot. "More or less." He responded. The man grinned easily, "Well, which is it?" Any reaction the masked man had was hidden by his mask. The man turned to the group. "I'm the sane one of this group, my name is Kyogen, a bit odd, I know. Pleasure to meet you all." The was something inexplicably likable about the sandy-haired man, maybe it was how friendly and outgoing he seemed compared to The Warden. "So, intodu-" He was cut off by The Warden, "No time for that, now. Talk as we walk." He said, he did just that, leading the odd procession of people. The Journey starts again, but how will it end, this time? The Warden mused to himself.
Kyogen staired after Warden, frowning. "Well, that was abrupt." He said. "Right where were we? Oh, Names. Well you know mine, so what are yours? | Name: He goes by Kyogen
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Inheritance:
Fierce Deity Mask- A mysterious mask that is said to have extrordinary powers. Unfortunately, it exhibits nothing of the sort, remaining a simple (but creepy) mask.
Broken Sword- A massive two handed sword, broken into three pieces. The hilt piece is long enough to pass as a short sword.
Personality: A very mysterious man. He is a wanderer who doesn't like to get involved, but too often he does. He is a very light hearted and seemingly carefree soul who likes to joke around and entertain people through jokes or stories or music. Especaly childern, he has a soft spot for childern. He is also very kind hearted and a good man through and through, he always tries to do the best thing in any situation, even if it goes against his personal beleifs. He doesn't get angry easily, but when he does, he explodes like a volcano. He loves food and has a fondness for strong drinks that is without equal. That said, his tolerance for it is quite high. In combat, however, the easydoing facade drops and he becomes an emotionless killing machine. He has mood swings in other ways, too. Sometimes he gets melancholy and speaks little.
Recent history: A wanderer shrouded in mystery, he spends his days going from town to town, earning a living however he can.
Personal Goal: He seems to be searching for someone or something...
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. An incredible warrior
2. A kind heart
3. Gets along easily with others
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Often takes too much on himself
2. Prefers to be alone
3. Merciless
Greatest Love: Coffee
Hates the most: Cowards (and a certain person)
Misc:
He plays a hand drum he keeps in the pack he carries around.
The feather in his hair has a sharp blade point
He is a good artist and carver.
Terrible morning person. |
52,608 | 1,427 | 30 | 2,768 | 10,526 | Kyogen huh? Well, I suppose I've met stranger people with stranger names in my time in the Wilds. Slinging the bow across his back once more, Joseph nods to the fourth stranger. "Pleasure Kyogen. Name's Joseph, a Ranger from the Wilds." He then looked at the others and realized he had no idea what their names were. Of course, he wasn't the unusually social type, but even loners liked to know the names of the company they had to travel in. "I suppose that's an introduction of myself to the rest of you as well." | Name: Joseph
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Appearance: Joseph stands at approximately 6'2", with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a lithe, atheltic build that hides not only a strong body, but a strong mind and will. Has a lightly tanned complexion, but looks like a normal Hylian otherwise, including the pointed ears.
Inheritance: Hero's Bow
Personality: Joseph is a gruff person, but sociable for a Hylian Ranger. He's also been known to be clever in ways you wouldn't expect.
Recent history: Joseph is an interesting character, having been born in Castle Town but spending most of his life out in the forests and fields of Hyrule. His father was a ranger of sorts who spent his time hunting out pockets of monsters, stalfos, wolfos and the like, and wiping them out with both magic and blade. When he grew to be old enough, his father began to teach him how to properly use a sword and archery, starting with basic parries, slashes and thrusts and eventually going into more advanced maneuvers. However, the young Hylian took to archery more than swordplay, so his father shifted focus into archery, teaching him how to do trick shots and improve his accuracy with his magic.
Joseph, however, never knew his mother, who his father said died of an illness when he was no older than two years of age. The magic his father knew he learned from his mother and so it was the same magic that Joseph learned, though in his travels he has learned other forms of magic as well. In the years since he was old enough to wander as a ranger himself, he's lost his father and the small home they had lived in and now has a small cabin built on the edge of Odon Forest well away from an old village. He didn't like the feeling he got from it when he passed by and he could remember his father clearing out monsters from there more than once in his youth.
Personal Goal: To keep Hyrule safe the only way he knows how
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Knowledge of the wilds
2. Cooking skills from time in wilds
3. Knowledge of poisons
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Not as strong people person
2. Likes to work alone
3. None to welcoming to anyone he doesn't know
Greatest Love: The Wilds
Hates the most: Monsters
Misc: Most likely to put an arrow in your knee.
Hylians have a strong skill with both magic and martial combat. Dane uses both as a swordsman and an archer, turning his magic inward to increase his natural reflexes and strength to greater heights than a normal person, even imbuing arrows with fire and wind spells. Also has a great amount of dexterity and speed, allowing him to more aptly wield his single sword and his bow. Also well versed in archery.
Theme song: (Optional) |
52,609 | 1,427 | 31 | 2,170 | 1,634 | The as yet silent Sheikah gave a warm, friendly smile upon meeting this latest person in their troupe. As it came to his opportunity for introduction, he locked eyes with Kyogen and extended his hand. Generally, a gesture such as this is initiated by one who wants to clasp hands; a sign of trust. This was not precisely what was in mind.
The white haired traveler turned his palm up, displaying a tiny black cricket. The little bug chirped twice, then turned about to face the young man in whose hand it rested. Still smiling, the slender Sheikah pointed his free hand at the cricket, and poked his chest with his thumb.
To reinforce the assigning of his name, he repeated the action slowly and with determination, a serious look on his face. Once the concept of his name had been accepted, he immediately returned a look of benevolent warmth to his features, despite the oft misunderstood markings around his eye.
In the attempt at a little joke, Cricket nodded his head toward their walking caravan's leader, the enigmatic masked Warden, and pantomimed a fearful shiver. His bubbly exterior quickly returned, and he moved to return to his position on the rear flank of the procession, nodding respectfully at those he passed. | Name: Cricket
Age: 17 (but looks younger)
Sex: Male
Race: Sheikah (Sheikiri?)
Handedness: Right
Cricket is of average to shortish height and lean, with thick white hair, tawny skin, and wiry muscle. His eyes are his most striking feature, red and very expressive, with three triangles tattooed above and a teardrop tattooed below his left eye. His style of dress is distinctive, combining elements of Kokiri and Sheikah attire, mostly colored black with an extra scarf-like bit around his neck that acts as a half mask when necessary. Cricket’s ears are pierced in three places each with small, simple gold rings. A brown hooded coat covers most everything. This is good because he is generally covered with kunai daggers and two particularly large and nasty blades: Sheikah kodachi. The last two are worn openly. He carries a simple, utilitarian backpack that looks like it is made of tree bark.
Inheritance:
Magic Boomerang – At this time, capable of stunning enemies and retrieving objects. Fast movement, long range. Always returns to Cricket, regardless of those pesky laws of physics.
As he gets better acquainted with the item, upgradable abilities may include manipulation of flight path, attacking multiple targets in one throw, and spontaneous generation of three such boomerangs.
Personality:
In contrast to the reputation of his people, Cricket is warm and friendly, and just a bit of a showoff. When he’s on the clock, however, he’s all business and no emotion. This has caused people to wonder if he has a split personality, and this is exacerbated by his lack of speech. He adores music, either performing or listening to it.
Cricket was born into a clan of Sheikah, living in secrecy in the forests near Kokiri lands. The two peoples were more than a little wary of each other at first, but over time they came to be allies. The Kokiri helped them adapt to the ways of the forest and attune their skills to their new environment, and in return the Sheikah defended their forest and taught them the ways of stealth and martial prowess. In these hard times, sadly, even the innocent must take up arms from time to time. As generations passed, the two cultures diffused, resulting in a more forest-running and musical clan of Sheikah, skilled in the use of Kokiri tools in addition to their own. Deku staves became an easy to make and use weapon alternative, and deku nuts became a staple product.
Cricket received a calling; a bit of wanderlust, if you will. Among his own people, he is just now considered an adult, and as such is allowed to explore the wider world. He is compelled to walk the path of the Hero, such as it is in this day and age, even if the means to the ends aren’t always that heroic (in the classical sense). He believes that there is a great future ahead of him, so long as he follows these compulsions and gut feelings. Curiosity as to where this takes him next drives him forward.
Personal Goal:
To see what he can see, help where he can help, and bring what he learns back to his people.
Three strengths:
1. Extensive stealth training – Sheikah Rule #1: Don’t be seen, don’t be heard.
2. Agility Monster – Fast, dexterous little lunatic, Cricket is an accomplished acrobat and is most proficient with short blades and thrown items.
3. Musically adept – Plays several instruments proficiently, particularly his fiddle. Reads music and can genuinely feel emotion from the notes.
Three weaknesses:
1. Mute – Cricket cannot or does not speak, for reasons unknown by most outside of his clan.
2. Race – Sheikah are distrusted by many, and he cannot hide his appearance short of magic.
3. Apparent Age – Cricket is considered a man by his clan; he is old enough. Unfortunately, he looks like a kid and is often treated as such, even by individuals that can look past his heritage.
Greatest Love:
Good music. Cricket is drawn to it; listening to masterfully composed and performed music is worth as much as gold to him.
Hates the most:
People who are unnecessarily cruel to kindly, chirping crickets. Bastards, all of them.
Ancestor:
Impa, Sage of Shadows and Royal Guardian
Most of the people of Cricket's clan are descended of Impa's family. A few can say they have direct lineage to Impa herself.
Companion:
Cricket is accompanied on his adventures by a fairy who goes by the name of Faye. She has noted that Faye is not her real name. Faye and Cricket aren't fast friends just yet; the fairy is compelled to follow him for her own reasons. Having spent a lot of time observing the Shadow Folk; it has influenced her behavior. She is knowledgeable of the world's lore and the creatures within it, often acting as an adviser to young Cricket.
And yes, she will shout "Hey! Listen!" when angry or excited.
For some odd reason, crickets seem to like him. He will often walk out into a clearing in the dead of night, sit down, and play short chirps rhythmically on his fiddle. A truly remarkable chorus of the little guys respond, creating an awe-inspiring nocturnal symphony. He is rarely without one or two on him, who appear to know when he needs to be quiet. They seem to take care of themselves. It is unknown why this phenomenon occurs, or if he has some kind of unconscious control over them. Regardless of why, it has served no actual practical purpose thusfar, aside from being fairly impressive and a little creepy. It earned him his public name. His birth name revealed only to his clan, maybe a trusted few.
Cricket doesn’t speak, communicating with hand gestures, facial expressions, and occasionally his music. He is multi-lingual, being familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Sleeps in trees, rafters, or other high places when possible.
Inventory:
Kodachi (2), Kunai (8), Deku Nuts (20), Deku Stick, Finely crafted fiddle (in case), Some rations, large blanket, pen, ink, and papers in a scroll case. Oh yeah, Magic Boomerang.
Rupees: 50
"Shadows", by Lindsey Stirling. I try to imagine the percussion done by rhythmically chirping crickets. |
52,610 | 1,427 | 32 | 367 | 4,787 | As the Sheikah moved to the back of the group, he'd have competition for last in like in Rima, who was distractedly fidgeting with the various straps on his person. He would manage to remain attentive enough to his surroundings to nod to the individual as they passed him. He took a deep breath as he followed whomever was in front of him in the group. He looked about the town absentmindedly as they walked. He made a mental note of any and all turns they made, as well as landmarks to remember them. His thought process went something similar to: So... Right from the store from the misspelled sign to statue, left three roads from big fountain.
It wasn't until they had been travelling through the town for a few minutes that Rima realized that there was in fact taling going on. Aparently intraductions. Right, those were logical things to do when you were joining a group for an adventure. Waiting for an opening, the nervous researcher spoke up. "U-uhm. My name is Rima, but you can call me T-torotos if you want." He hesitated a moment, nervous. "Th-that's my last name." He clarified, finally forcing himself to stop messing with the straps of his belt as well as the ones holding his quiver, bow, and backpack on his back. Instead, he played with the clasp holding the flap of his shoulder-bag closed. He didn't bother to also add that he's a lot better at a number of things other than fighting. Like research, reading, writing, and generally figuring stuff out. He wondered if he could get a job as an accountant for this 'guild'. | Name: Rima Torotos
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Right
Inheritance: Dominion Rod
Personality: Easy to frighten, and fairly unsure of himself.
Recent history: Rima grew up in a small town that had cropped up not far from Ordon that had a much greater focus on hunting than that of its neighbor. The two became trading partners, naturally, and all the better for it. However, that isn’t particularly important as Rima was always much more interested in histories and lore. Due to his being in a small village, however, he didn’t exactly have a lot of historical tomes on-hand. So, he had to put up with having to learn to hunt until he had made enough money to be able to go to castle town. It made him a decent archer, enough so to deal with anything he met on the road, but he never really was as good as most other people from his village his age. Once he had gone to Castle Town, he managed to find a job at a library that payed just enough to live in a crappy apartment. With a roommate.
Personal Goal: To one day be a great Loremaster
Three strengths:
1. Decent-ish Archer
2. Knows a bit of ancient lore
3. Diligent
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Glutton
2. Can’t hold a drink
3. Clumsy
Greatest Love: Books
Hates the most: Blood
Misc: Most likely to interrupt a monologue to correct grammar.
Theme music: N/A |
52,611 | 1,427 | 33 | 157 | 3,049 | Swifty nodded and turned around walking backwards he looked over all the other. Then he spoke up next. "Call me Swifty, it's not my name but its what I go by." The blonde Hylian smiled looking over the others. They were from all corners of the world it seemed. Pretty irregular bunch of people, still they at least seemed respectable, he wondered if any of them new anything about his power. He looked towards Kira next stepping over to the as she had heard her answer the of the other girl near before.
He pulled back the bow and let the arrow appear, before asking her the question he had. "Excuse me but do you know anything about this power? It's just that I was orphaned pretty young and I'm wondering if this might link me to my family, if don't know anything it's fine." The young boy asked hoping she would have some answer's for him on the nature of his abilities and as to why he might be related to Hero or even what hero he was related to. "I just don't see anyone else here with a power like mine so I was curious that's all." He said making the arrow vanish letting the tension go on his bow. | Name: Samuel "Swifty"
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Appearance:
Inheritance: Light arrows- Summons an arrow of pure light, not very strong, he can summon them six to seven times a day.
Personality: Swifty has never trusted anyone, he's never had anyone to look out for him either. With that said it's made him a rather fiery and smart individual. Even without a proper education he's smarter than most people and a quick study. Under all of that he is rather kind and decent knowing that he should look out for others. Prefers to talk things out but never afraid to scuffle.
Recent history: Hailing from that coast he traveled inland wanting to see the place his parents came from. He seeks to discover his origins, as he has only recently come into his magic and is unsure of it's true extent. Staying in a small inn the center of castle town, often visiting library and exploring old records.
Personal Goal: To find out what happened to his parents and why he has this power.
Three strengths
1. Intelligent and well spoken.
2. Magically talented.
3. Very good archer.
Three weaknesses
1. Physically weak.
2. Not great at getting along.
3. Easily sidetracked.
Greatest Love: For the parents he lost.
Hates the most: People who would hurt others.
Misc: A talented singer and musician, though he's extremely embarrassed about it. He can often be caught alone singing to himself.
Theme music: Theme
Note: Descendant of Princess Zelda. |
52,612 | 1,427 | 34 | 478 | 347 | How old am I is a great question, but sadly I do not know myself. As both the moon and sun have lost count to how many days and nights they have danced in our sky above, so have I lost count as to how many years I have been cursed to walk this land. If I has to say, I'd say around a millennia, give or take some perhaps... The Stalfos said to the woman. They had arrived in Kakariko Village, not too far from there was the cementary where he had been forced to stand guard with his fellow brothers in arms for too long. Unlike his brothers though who slowly lost their mind to the darkness that cursed him, Oryx stayed strong, because he couldn't allow himself to fail, he wouldn't fail to see justice come falling down like a mighty hammer upon all that was evil and corrupt.
The Warden continued to show his rudeness, which Oryx continued to dislike as well. Whether they were in a hurry or not, there was no need to be rude. However he would hold his tongue, metaphorically of course since he had no tongue to actually hold. The new arrival had triggered an introduction of everyone and he figured he might as well pipe up to everyone as well. "I am Sir Oryx, a Hylian Knight in life, and a Knight of Darkness in Death..." He knew some probably were wondering of how he came to be in his current state, but that was a story for another time, as well as he feared speaking the Master's name would bring bad luck on them all.
As they continued to walk Swiftly pulled out his bow and summoned an arrow of light which made Oryx stumble a bit. He held up his hands to block the light from his eyes and move to the other side of the group away from him. Light magic was his weakness because of his cursed form. Under certain circumstances it had less of an effect on him but to be touched by one of those arrows would be a great deal of pain no doubt. "Aye young man, I know of that power you hold. I can say it is older than myself. However sadly I cannot say anymore for much of my memory has deteriorated like a Deku Tree infested with Gohma's. Perhaps with more time an meditation I could give you a clearer answer, but no telling when..." | Name: Sir Oryx the Cursed Knight
Age: 1027
Sex: Male
Race: Stalfos
Handiness: Left
Appearance: Standing at 5'11, Sir Oryx is completely incased in his cursed armor which is decorated with that of skulls. Only those with keen eyes might see through his armor for what he actually is.
Inheritance: Sword of Valor - A sword passed through his family for generations, imbued with the spirit of Justice and Bravery that allows him to retain his mind and control over his cursed body.
Personality: Sir Oryx despite his horrific appearance and unsavory demeanor is still as noble and humble at heart as when he was still alive, living true to the fact it matters what's on the inside not on the outside. He is kind hearted and still holds onto his duties to serve and protect the people of his land and even those in need of help.
Recent history: Sir Oryx was not always as grotesque and offensive to the eyes as he is in his current state. Oryx served as a Hylian Knight to the Royal Family in his past days among the living. As a Hylian Knight he embodied the spirit to place others before himself and that there was no greater honor that to sacrifice one's self for another. He was the ideal Knight of the time, compared to many of his fellow comrades who more likened themselves to knight in name only, and not so much in practice. Oryx aspired to one day be a Royal Guard, only for the most worthy and humble of knights and he was on the right path to becoming one perhaps in a few more years of service. Disaster struck as an evil darkness descended upon the Kingdom and it was lost. With the Kingdom gone and the Royal Family gone Oryx went into self exile at his failure to protect his land from evil.
However a hero of light arose from the darkness and defeated the great evil, saving the land and restoring peace. Oryx returned from his exile to serve as a Hylian Knight and hopefully redeem himself. As time went on though evil once again slowly seeped into the land now from outside, but from within its borders and the source being the Legendary Hero of Time. Corrupted by unlimited power, Oryx devised a plan among fellow brave knights to stop their land from falling into darkness once more, but their plan was uncovered and they were punished harshly for their crimes. They were forced to serve as his knights for all eternity. Stripped of life, they were turned into Stalfos Knights to guard his castle.
During a great battle waged by heroes of past, present, and future, he stood guard in the Tombs of Hyrule's past ruler to future increase their pain by standing in the presence of some of Hyrule's greatest rulers and to know that they failed them. When the Hero of Time was thrown into the future, they remained there, still stuck in eternal servitude to him as was per the chase of the curse. Standing there, completely aware of their surroundings, yet unable to control their own decomposed bodies they remained for 1,000 years. However while the other knights became made and their minds ultimately coming to reflect their bodies Sir Oyrx's remained true. He focused hard on what his duties were as Hylian Knight, even if he didn't resemble one no more. His family's sword that his hands still clung to began to create a magical barrier around him after absorbing the magical aura of the past rulers of Hyrule. His sword unbeknownst to him which had been past down through his family of 10 generations of Hylians Knights had been infused with goodness and the essence of what makes a true knight.
As he felt his master's return into the land of Hyrule, the magical barrier created by his sword solidified and broke him of his chains, he was free to control himself once more, but still cursed to be among the living until the creator of his curse was vanquished. Sir Oryx left the tomb and set out to defy his master once again, hopefully this time for good.
Personal Goal: To protect his homeland, free himself and his fellow comrades and to finally be laid to rest.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Very skilled Swordsman.
2. Can speak to the more friendlier dead.
3. Noble of heart, always tries to see the good in people despite people always seeing the bad in him.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Despite his good intentions at heart, his new form has made him incredibly weak against light magic.
2. As a Stalfos Oryx tends to cause panic and be seen as a monster, not as the person he once was.
3. Without his sword he mind will crumble, and the darkness the lurks within will be unleashed and he will fall prey to being a servant of darkness.
Greatest Love: Nature
Hates the most: Bullies, those who hurt others
Misc: Dogs really like him... for his bones... |
52,613 | 1,427 | 35 | 2,048 | 1,547 | Names Mari. I own a small shop in town. Rida here is my assistant, said the girl who was seated on the ground. She looked over at the demon as he gave his own name. "Hi, Vieru. Nice to meet you. I'm sure you'll make a valued custo-" Mari stopped herself, "I mean Member of the Guild." She smiled to try to draw attention away from her Freudian slip. Reaching into her bag, Mari retrieved a pair of sandwiches and tossed one over to Rida. "Lets eat, then we need to get back to the Guild, we're probably already late anyway." With that the girl took a tremendous chomp from the sandwich before her. | Name: Mari
Alias: Happy Item Salesgirl (Some of her neighbors and relatives call her the Bitchy Item Salesgirl
Age: 17
Sex: F
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Inheritance: Majora's Mask
Personality: Petty, selfish, greedy, sometimes rude but most of the time can hide her less desirable traits.
Recent history: Joined the Hero's Guild as soon as it was formed but never really came to meetings up until now. Spends a lot of time selling her wares.
Personal Goal: Reclaim the fortune that her family once had.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Telekinesis (with mask)
2. Good barterer
3. Stubborn (Also a weakness)
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Stubborn
2. Apathetic
3. Poor hand-to-hand combat
Greatest Love: Herself/Money
Hates the most: Cheap customers
Misc: Most likely to screw somebody over for Rupees
Theme music: |
52,614 | 1,427 | 36 | 70 | 496 | After Vieru gave his own name, the girls introduced themselves. The girl with the Cuccos was Rida, and the other one was Mari. He caught the slip of the tongue that Mari pulled. Had she been about to say valued customer? She's be disappointed to find out that he didn't have any money. He lived almost entirely off the land. And what he couldn't get from the land, he swiped off the carts of passing merchants. He didn't really consider it stealing, when he made the passages they took safer and made sure they got to their destinations. A scrap of fabric or two really didn't make much of a difference anyway.
The demon was extremely wary when the Cucco, Henry, who had attacked him before suddenly jumped into his lap and settled down. He stared at it for a moment before deciding it would be best just to leave it there. It would save him the pain of being pecked at. The girl, Rida, said something about becoming friends with him. "I guess time will tell." He said vaguely, though he doubted that anybody would even consider becoming friends with him. As the two girls settled down to eat, Vieru's eyes darted around nervously. Sitting out here in the open was not what the demon was used to. He liked staying hidden, as it usually meant he was attacked less. Or at least tried to attack, he wasn't so proud that running wasn't an option.
The feeling of having something warm and fuzzy on his lap was unfamiliar and odd, but not unpleasant. Cautiously he reached down and pat Henry, hoping not to anger the fluffy creature. The feeling of being pecked when he did nothing wrong was still fresh in his mind. Mari mentioned the guild again and Vieru once again wondered what the guild thing was about. The guild, descendants, people interacting with him, none of it made sense. He really hoped that his questions would be answered in time. | Name: Vieru (Pronounced, Vee, Air, Ooh)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Demon
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Just ignore the Sheikah symbol.
Inheritance: As a descendant of Vaati, Vieru inherited powerful wind magic, with it he can shape the wind many different ways, including sharp blades, strong breezes with which to carry people on, and even small tornados and cyclones. Magic takes energy though, and the big stuff can tire him out.
Personality: Calm and quiet. Much more of a listener than a talker. Brave and stubborn, won't give in without a fight. Protective and loyal, a good ally through and through. Despite being a demon and the descendant of a villain, Vieru really is a good guy, just a little misunderstood. Okay maybe a lot misunderstood.
Recent history: Vieru has never had a place to call home. He hides during the day, when people are more likely to see him, and travels by night. He avoids towns as much as possible, because people don't respond well to a demon hanging around them. There are several times when he's been attacked just for wandering near a town. Though many don't know, or care to know, he's the one responsible for quite a few monster deaths as he quietly protects the people, even if they don't want his protection.
Personal Goal: To one day be accepted by people.
Three strengths
1. Long range fighting
2. Sewing
3. Finding places to hide when there doesn't seem to be any
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Fighting in closed in or small spaces
2. Talking to people
3. Due to his nature as a demon, he's weak to light magic. Even outside of battle it makes him nauseous.
Greatest Love: His one and only friend, the wind.
Hates the most: People who judge others based solely on looks.
Misc: Can see nearly perfectly in the dark. Most likely to fall for puppy dog eyes.
Theme song: Can't think of one at the moment. Will add later |
52,615 | 1,427 | 37 | 531 | 3,680 | Rida caught her sandwich with a happy smile on her face. Sitting with friends and eating, nothing could make her happier. She finished eating her food shortly afterwards. Henry got up off Vieru's lap once they were finished eating. He jumped onto Rida's portal using it like a parrot would a perch. "We should get going before the others leave us behind. Oh! I should explain a bit more about the guild, we are all descendants of the heroes who stopped the Tyrant a millennium ago. Our goal is to stop him again as he comes back." Rida said knowing that this boy must be terribly confused.
After a few minutes of walking they caught up with the others. "Hi everyone! I brought my new friend! His name is Vieru, and he has awesome wind magic!" Rida said with a smile on her face as he approached the group with a hop in her step. She wanted Vieru to feel like he was wanted and a friend. She could tell he was uncomfortable and wanted him to relax a bit. | Name: Rida Romani
Age: 13
Sex: Female
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Inheritance: Gate of Souls: It allows her to summon creatures from other worlds, she most commonly summons chickens to do her bidding. But has been known to summon other creatures as well including deku’s, though she strains herself to summon the dekus and will only summon them when in a corner as they have been known to turn on her when she does so.
Personality: Rida is like a coin. She has two sides to her personality. On one side Rida is a kind and caring child, she is also extremely curious often getting herself into trouble even. On the other side of personality is one that is darker, and power hungry, where it came from is a bit of a mystery though.
Recent history: Much of Rida’s early past is questionable, but for the post part Rida grew up on a farm. Rida one day the wagon that Rida was riding broke. When she went into the storage room she found what she thought was a wheel, however once she touched it she found that it became a the Gate of Souls. Ever since she has been using the power of the gate to perform various deeds within the guild.
Personal Goal: The make Cuccos a respected power.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Understanding Cuccos
2. Early awake
3. Skilled with a pitchfork, though she doesn’t carry one.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Physically weak
2. Can’t swim
3. Loses control of the portal from time to time.
Greatest Love: Henry, the Cucco
Hates the most: Questions about who she is descended from
Misc: Has a Cucco named Henry who can sense other Descendants. |
52,616 | 1,427 | 38 | 2,048 | 1,547 | Mari walked up to the front of the procession and nodded at Kyogen. She had met him before, both of them had been members of the guild since it's founding. She always got an uneasy feeling when she was near him, almost like something wanted to sneak up on her and stab her in the back. "Rida and I are back from the Final bit of recruitment. I think we found somebody that could be useful and fun," The smirk on her face almost shot to a full blown grin. Mari always reported to Kyogen instead of The Warden, since she couldn't respect somebody who barely ever looked her in the eyes. For a moment, she wondered if The Warden even had eyes. Shaking herself back to reality, she looked at Kyogen and said, "Big turnout! What did you do, give away the little of my merchandise that doesn't fit in my bag?" Giggling she turned away and began to move toward the back again. Some strange thought made her grab the ominous mask that hung from her bag as she observed the newest additions to the guild. She caught some familiar faces like Ark and Kira but among their ranks were now every possible race she could think of. As she reached the back, she bumped into a Sheika boy who looked a little younger than her, but she might have been wrong. "Oops! Sorry!" she said. | Name: Mari
Alias: Happy Item Salesgirl (Some of her neighbors and relatives call her the Bitchy Item Salesgirl
Age: 17
Sex: F
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Inheritance: Majora's Mask
Personality: Petty, selfish, greedy, sometimes rude but most of the time can hide her less desirable traits.
Recent history: Joined the Hero's Guild as soon as it was formed but never really came to meetings up until now. Spends a lot of time selling her wares.
Personal Goal: Reclaim the fortune that her family once had.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Telekinesis (with mask)
2. Good barterer
3. Stubborn (Also a weakness)
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Stubborn
2. Apathetic
3. Poor hand-to-hand combat
Greatest Love: Herself/Money
Hates the most: Cheap customers
Misc: Most likely to screw somebody over for Rupees
Theme music: |
52,617 | 1,427 | 39 | 2,170 | 1,634 | The one girl seemed to be very familiar with the speakers in the Guild Hall, and their newest introduction, Kyogen. She must be very outgoing and have arrived to the party early, or she was already a long-term member of this Guild. Interesting to note, many of these people, like himself, were very new. Almost as if this was a second wave of recruiting. The possibilities as to why there was an abrupt second wave swirled about in Cricket's forebrain, some benign and some horrifying. It was perhaps this preoccupation of thought that took his direct awareness away from the immediate surroundings, allowing this extroverted Hylian girl to run into him.
Unsure as to what would happen next, a tiny light with gossamer wings flitted from the youthful Sheikah's shoulder, blinking out of sight a half second later.
It seemed deliberate. His own Clan has an unspoken game among its younger members; the game had no name, but consisted mainly of various attempts to relieve each other of the items on their person or in their pockets. Most of the time these items were returned after a while, but sometimes kids got greedy.
It was accepted law that Sheikah don't steal from one another. There must be trust within their ranks as they depended upon each other to survive daily. Still, they found little ways to entertain themselves and practice their sleight-of-hand skills without actually stealing. One of the techniques often implemented was the classic "bump". Oldest trick in the Book, one could say, but it worked. Otherwise, it wouldn't be in the Book.
It could be that he was wrong, however. Far be it for him to leap to premature conclusions, his face assumed a vaguely amused look as he waved away the slight upon his personal space. Cricket beamed his usual warm smile for a second, before holding up a single finger. With a thoughtful look, he poked about in his pockets and patted his coat down, until an expression of minor victory asserted itself on his features.
Cricket drew a single, small, mottled green apple from an exterior coat pocket, and held it out to Mari. It was unlikely that anyone could deduce the origin of this diminutive fruit, as unlikely as any of these people visiting the Kokiri Forest and sticking around for a meal. Seemed as good an olive branch as anything, and with his limited communication it was probably best to start making connections early.
Purely coincidentally, this action also allowed Cricket to ascertain if the young girl had, in fact, lifted something from him. | Name: Cricket
Age: 17 (but looks younger)
Sex: Male
Race: Sheikah (Sheikiri?)
Handedness: Right
Cricket is of average to shortish height and lean, with thick white hair, tawny skin, and wiry muscle. His eyes are his most striking feature, red and very expressive, with three triangles tattooed above and a teardrop tattooed below his left eye. His style of dress is distinctive, combining elements of Kokiri and Sheikah attire, mostly colored black with an extra scarf-like bit around his neck that acts as a half mask when necessary. Cricket’s ears are pierced in three places each with small, simple gold rings. A brown hooded coat covers most everything. This is good because he is generally covered with kunai daggers and two particularly large and nasty blades: Sheikah kodachi. The last two are worn openly. He carries a simple, utilitarian backpack that looks like it is made of tree bark.
Inheritance:
Magic Boomerang – At this time, capable of stunning enemies and retrieving objects. Fast movement, long range. Always returns to Cricket, regardless of those pesky laws of physics.
As he gets better acquainted with the item, upgradable abilities may include manipulation of flight path, attacking multiple targets in one throw, and spontaneous generation of three such boomerangs.
Personality:
In contrast to the reputation of his people, Cricket is warm and friendly, and just a bit of a showoff. When he’s on the clock, however, he’s all business and no emotion. This has caused people to wonder if he has a split personality, and this is exacerbated by his lack of speech. He adores music, either performing or listening to it.
Cricket was born into a clan of Sheikah, living in secrecy in the forests near Kokiri lands. The two peoples were more than a little wary of each other at first, but over time they came to be allies. The Kokiri helped them adapt to the ways of the forest and attune their skills to their new environment, and in return the Sheikah defended their forest and taught them the ways of stealth and martial prowess. In these hard times, sadly, even the innocent must take up arms from time to time. As generations passed, the two cultures diffused, resulting in a more forest-running and musical clan of Sheikah, skilled in the use of Kokiri tools in addition to their own. Deku staves became an easy to make and use weapon alternative, and deku nuts became a staple product.
Cricket received a calling; a bit of wanderlust, if you will. Among his own people, he is just now considered an adult, and as such is allowed to explore the wider world. He is compelled to walk the path of the Hero, such as it is in this day and age, even if the means to the ends aren’t always that heroic (in the classical sense). He believes that there is a great future ahead of him, so long as he follows these compulsions and gut feelings. Curiosity as to where this takes him next drives him forward.
Personal Goal:
To see what he can see, help where he can help, and bring what he learns back to his people.
Three strengths:
1. Extensive stealth training – Sheikah Rule #1: Don’t be seen, don’t be heard.
2. Agility Monster – Fast, dexterous little lunatic, Cricket is an accomplished acrobat and is most proficient with short blades and thrown items.
3. Musically adept – Plays several instruments proficiently, particularly his fiddle. Reads music and can genuinely feel emotion from the notes.
Three weaknesses:
1. Mute – Cricket cannot or does not speak, for reasons unknown by most outside of his clan.
2. Race – Sheikah are distrusted by many, and he cannot hide his appearance short of magic.
3. Apparent Age – Cricket is considered a man by his clan; he is old enough. Unfortunately, he looks like a kid and is often treated as such, even by individuals that can look past his heritage.
Greatest Love:
Good music. Cricket is drawn to it; listening to masterfully composed and performed music is worth as much as gold to him.
Hates the most:
People who are unnecessarily cruel to kindly, chirping crickets. Bastards, all of them.
Ancestor:
Impa, Sage of Shadows and Royal Guardian
Most of the people of Cricket's clan are descended of Impa's family. A few can say they have direct lineage to Impa herself.
Companion:
Cricket is accompanied on his adventures by a fairy who goes by the name of Faye. She has noted that Faye is not her real name. Faye and Cricket aren't fast friends just yet; the fairy is compelled to follow him for her own reasons. Having spent a lot of time observing the Shadow Folk; it has influenced her behavior. She is knowledgeable of the world's lore and the creatures within it, often acting as an adviser to young Cricket.
And yes, she will shout "Hey! Listen!" when angry or excited.
For some odd reason, crickets seem to like him. He will often walk out into a clearing in the dead of night, sit down, and play short chirps rhythmically on his fiddle. A truly remarkable chorus of the little guys respond, creating an awe-inspiring nocturnal symphony. He is rarely without one or two on him, who appear to know when he needs to be quiet. They seem to take care of themselves. It is unknown why this phenomenon occurs, or if he has some kind of unconscious control over them. Regardless of why, it has served no actual practical purpose thusfar, aside from being fairly impressive and a little creepy. It earned him his public name. His birth name revealed only to his clan, maybe a trusted few.
Cricket doesn’t speak, communicating with hand gestures, facial expressions, and occasionally his music. He is multi-lingual, being familiar with Sheikah, Hylian, Ancient Hylian, and Sheikah hand signs. Good luck getting him to translate for you, though. Sleeps in trees, rafters, or other high places when possible.
Inventory:
Kodachi (2), Kunai (8), Deku Nuts (20), Deku Stick, Finely crafted fiddle (in case), Some rations, large blanket, pen, ink, and papers in a scroll case. Oh yeah, Magic Boomerang.
Rupees: 50
"Shadows", by Lindsey Stirling. I try to imagine the percussion done by rhythmically chirping crickets. |
52,618 | 1,427 | 40 | 1,157 | 100 | Kagumo hoped that the zora didn't see her blush. She saw him rub the back of her head, but had no clue what that meant. Hearing his story about why he wanted to leave and explore the world based on all the stories he had sounded very similar to the reasons why she became what she was today. Well that and being trained at a very young age. The zora than smiled and said his name was Ruink. She had never heard of a name like that, but most zoras seemed to have names like that.
"Well my name is Kagumo. Is funny that your reasons for why you wanted to explore the world seems very similar to mine, granted I'm focused on looking for treasures, specifically the 3 sacred treasures of the gods. I just happened to find the poster talking about needing heroes and thought it might have some treasure associated with it. Though time will tell." Kagumo kept walking near Kuink on their way to Death Mountain.
As they continued walking, one of the people in charge of the gathering was asking what everyone's name was. After several people said their name, she decided to tell everyone her name. "My name is Kagumo and can probably tell by my appearance that I'm a Gerudo. I'm not sure what we plan to do, but will go along for anything as long as there is a nice reward in the end." She smiled a bit as she said that. | Name: Kagumo
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Race: Gerudo
Handiness: Left
Inheritance: Roc's Cape
Recent History: Kagumo was born in Gerudo Valley. Ever since she was a little girl, she was trained to be a thief. She became a fast learner, being able to pickpocket people at the age of 10. During one of her travels, she stole Roc's Cape from a temple, and has been using it at her disposal. With this in her possesion, she could obtain the 3 mythical treasures: Naryu's Love, Din's Fire, and Farore's Wind.
Personal Goal: Kagumo's goal to have all three goddess treasures in her posession, making her become one of the best thieves the world has ever seen.
Strengths:
-Very agile and quick on her feet
-Knows how to blend into the crowd/surroundings
-Knows how to use her appearance/persuasiveness to get out of situations
Weaknesses:
-Can get in way over her head when trying to acquire her target
-While she does have weapons on her, she isn't very proficient with them and acts clumsy at times
-Becomes easily flustered by anyone she is attracted to
Greatest Love: Treasure
Hates the Most: People who try to impose themselves on her
Random Fact: Is a very amazing dancer and can play the harp while dancing. |
52,619 | 1,427 | 41 | 515 | 4,608 | On the road
"Pleasure Kyogen. Name's Joseph, a Ranger from the Wilds."
Kyogen nodded to him. "Well met, Ranger Joseph.
The white haired traveler turned his palm up, displaying a tiny black cricket. The little bug chirped twice, then turned about to face the young man in whose hand it rested. Still smiling, the slender Sheikah pointed his free hand at the cricket, and poked his chest with his thumb.
This was a puzzle. Kyogen blinked, not comprehending. The sheikah repeated the motion, and Kyogen scrached his head. "Thats a cricket." He said. "So...your name...is...Cricket?" He asked.
"U-uhm. My name is Rima, but you can call me T-torotos if you want." He hesitated a moment, nervous. "Th-that's my last name."
Kyogen turned to the new person to speak up. "Nice to meet you, Rima. You have a wonderful name."
"Call me Swifty, it's not my name but its what I go by."
"Excuse me but do you know anything about this power? It's just that I was orphaned pretty young and I'm wondering if this might link me to my family, if don't know anything it's fine.
Kyogen grinned. "Swifty it is then!. He said. The boy turned to ask Kira a question. "If Sir Oryx's reaction is any indication, it appears to be light magic. Other then that, I'm afraid I can't say. Sorry." She told him with a smile.
"How old am I is a great question, but sadly I do not know myself. As both the moon and sun have lost count to how many days and nights they have danced in our sky above, so have I lost count as to how many years I have been cursed to walk this land. If I has to say, I'd say around a millennia, give or take some perhaps..."
"I am Sir Oryx, a Hylian Knight in life, and a Knight of Darkness in Death..."
"Aye young man, I know of that power you hold. I can say it is older than myself. However sadly I cannot say anymore for much of my memory has deteriorated like a Deku Tree infested with Gohma's. Perhaps with more time an meditation I could give you a clearer answer, but no telling when..."
Kira took this in, looking thoughtful. A millennia, thats a long time to simply...exist." She said.
"Hi everyone! I brought my new friend! His name is Vieru, and he has awesome wind magic!"
Kyogen smiled at the arrivel three more and the exuberant voice that accompanied them. "Hello, Rida." He said, warmly. He liked the little cucco-loving girl's energetic personality. It always made him feel better.
"Rida and I are back from the Final bit of recruitment. I think we found somebody that could be useful and fun,"
"Good, glad to see you two back. He turned to the newcomer. "I suppose your name is Vieru, right? I'm Kyogen, thats Kira the armored man, driving the wagon is Ark, and the man in the mask up there goes by Warden."
"My name is Kagumo and can probably tell by my appearance that I'm a Gerudo. I'm not sure what we plan to do, but will go along for anything as long as there is a nice reward in the end."
Kyogen nodded to her, his focus still on the newcomer.
((OOC: Alright, a few of you reply, but keep in mind that my next post will be arriving at their desdination. )) | Name: He goes by Kyogen
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Inheritance:
Fierce Deity Mask- A mysterious mask that is said to have extrordinary powers. Unfortunately, it exhibits nothing of the sort, remaining a simple (but creepy) mask.
Broken Sword- A massive two handed sword, broken into three pieces. The hilt piece is long enough to pass as a short sword.
Personality: A very mysterious man. He is a wanderer who doesn't like to get involved, but too often he does. He is a very light hearted and seemingly carefree soul who likes to joke around and entertain people through jokes or stories or music. Especaly childern, he has a soft spot for childern. He is also very kind hearted and a good man through and through, he always tries to do the best thing in any situation, even if it goes against his personal beleifs. He doesn't get angry easily, but when he does, he explodes like a volcano. He loves food and has a fondness for strong drinks that is without equal. That said, his tolerance for it is quite high. In combat, however, the easydoing facade drops and he becomes an emotionless killing machine. He has mood swings in other ways, too. Sometimes he gets melancholy and speaks little.
Recent history: A wanderer shrouded in mystery, he spends his days going from town to town, earning a living however he can.
Personal Goal: He seems to be searching for someone or something...
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. An incredible warrior
2. A kind heart
3. Gets along easily with others
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Often takes too much on himself
2. Prefers to be alone
3. Merciless
Greatest Love: Coffee
Hates the most: Cowards (and a certain person)
Misc:
He plays a hand drum he keeps in the pack he carries around.
The feather in his hair has a sharp blade point
He is a good artist and carver.
Terrible morning person. |
52,620 | 1,427 | 42 | 531 | 3,680 | Rida smiled brightly when greeted by Kyogen. "This is gonna be so much fun! My Cuccos have been wanting a real challenge lately anyways." Rida said with a smile as she petted Henry who was perched on her floating gate at the moment. It did stick out quite a bit compared to the other items held by the group. "Aren't you excited Henry?" Rida said turning to Henry who in turn gave a rather blood lusting cluck. Sometimes Henry was scarier than Rida.
If any of them knew what Rida's real reason for being with the group was though, they would take Henries cluck as something to truly be scared of. | Name: Rida Romani
Age: 13
Sex: Female
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Inheritance: Gate of Souls: It allows her to summon creatures from other worlds, she most commonly summons chickens to do her bidding. But has been known to summon other creatures as well including deku’s, though she strains herself to summon the dekus and will only summon them when in a corner as they have been known to turn on her when she does so.
Personality: Rida is like a coin. She has two sides to her personality. On one side Rida is a kind and caring child, she is also extremely curious often getting herself into trouble even. On the other side of personality is one that is darker, and power hungry, where it came from is a bit of a mystery though.
Recent history: Much of Rida’s early past is questionable, but for the post part Rida grew up on a farm. Rida one day the wagon that Rida was riding broke. When she went into the storage room she found what she thought was a wheel, however once she touched it she found that it became a the Gate of Souls. Ever since she has been using the power of the gate to perform various deeds within the guild.
Personal Goal: The make Cuccos a respected power.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Understanding Cuccos
2. Early awake
3. Skilled with a pitchfork, though she doesn’t carry one.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Physically weak
2. Can’t swim
3. Loses control of the portal from time to time.
Greatest Love: Henry, the Cucco
Hates the most: Questions about who she is descended from
Misc: Has a Cucco named Henry who can sense other Descendants. |
52,621 | 1,427 | 43 | 2,768 | 10,526 | If the Stalfos had proven to be anything other than still sane, Joseph would have put it down the moment he felt it enter the guild hall. As it was, he hadn't done anything other than further cement that he wasn't going to go on a murderous rampage when they least expect it. "Well, if you know who it is that's coming, then maybe you can give us the odds of us beating the leader of this particular darkness." Sensing something off to the left in a tree, he draws an arrow, draws back the string and fires, a Wall Master falling to the ground dead and rolling out of the bushes. The ranger retrieves his arrow as they walk and puts it back in his quiver after wiping off the blood. "Guess I need to take a some time between adventures to clear the forests around here again." | Name: Joseph
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Appearance: Joseph stands at approximately 6'2", with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a lithe, atheltic build that hides not only a strong body, but a strong mind and will. Has a lightly tanned complexion, but looks like a normal Hylian otherwise, including the pointed ears.
Inheritance: Hero's Bow
Personality: Joseph is a gruff person, but sociable for a Hylian Ranger. He's also been known to be clever in ways you wouldn't expect.
Recent history: Joseph is an interesting character, having been born in Castle Town but spending most of his life out in the forests and fields of Hyrule. His father was a ranger of sorts who spent his time hunting out pockets of monsters, stalfos, wolfos and the like, and wiping them out with both magic and blade. When he grew to be old enough, his father began to teach him how to properly use a sword and archery, starting with basic parries, slashes and thrusts and eventually going into more advanced maneuvers. However, the young Hylian took to archery more than swordplay, so his father shifted focus into archery, teaching him how to do trick shots and improve his accuracy with his magic.
Joseph, however, never knew his mother, who his father said died of an illness when he was no older than two years of age. The magic his father knew he learned from his mother and so it was the same magic that Joseph learned, though in his travels he has learned other forms of magic as well. In the years since he was old enough to wander as a ranger himself, he's lost his father and the small home they had lived in and now has a small cabin built on the edge of Odon Forest well away from an old village. He didn't like the feeling he got from it when he passed by and he could remember his father clearing out monsters from there more than once in his youth.
Personal Goal: To keep Hyrule safe the only way he knows how
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Knowledge of the wilds
2. Cooking skills from time in wilds
3. Knowledge of poisons
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Not as strong people person
2. Likes to work alone
3. None to welcoming to anyone he doesn't know
Greatest Love: The Wilds
Hates the most: Monsters
Misc: Most likely to put an arrow in your knee.
Hylians have a strong skill with both magic and martial combat. Dane uses both as a swordsman and an archer, turning his magic inward to increase his natural reflexes and strength to greater heights than a normal person, even imbuing arrows with fire and wind spells. Also has a great amount of dexterity and speed, allowing him to more aptly wield his single sword and his bow. Also well versed in archery.
Theme song: (Optional) |
52,622 | 1,427 | 44 | 351 | 2,364 | Ruink's head tilted a little bit at the mention of the 'three sacred treasures of the Gods', but for the time being he didn't question exactly what they were or where they might have been located. Instead the conversation seemed to swing towards general introductions as new people arrived and some of the old seemed to slip away quietly. Clearing his throat for a moment, he actually considered what he was going to say before finally he just went ahead and said it. "Hello, my name is Ruink and I am a hybrid. As for why I am here, when I heard that this meeting had been called I couldn't help but get this gut feeling that this gathering of various peoples was going to make for one hell of a story to tell to any descendants that I may be fortunate enough to have in my lifetime and between the antics of our masked leader who goes by the character of 'Warden' to the numerous people that I have seen but have not had the pleasure of properly meeting and getting to know yet, I feel that my gut feeling was correct. It's nice to meet you all."
Truth be told there was a rather wide range of different people from vastly different cultures that had answered the summons and gathered to join this 'Heroes Guild'. It was actually rather exciting! One day he might be able to tell his children about how he had traveled with and fought beside a friendly Stalfos and a woman who seemed to travel with cuccos! That Zora that had been traveling with them seemed to have been one of the ones that skipped out... most likely because they were heading towards Death Mountain.
Giving an internal shrug at the fact that the full blooded Zora fled the possibility of dehydrating, Ruink smiled as he turned back to Kagumo and asked "So what are these three treasures that you're looking for and what do they look like?" | Name: Ruink
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Hybrid Zora/Hylian
Handiness: Right
Appearance: To human to pass as a Zora. To Zora to pass for human. Raink stands somewhat taller then the average Hylian but isn't quite as tall as his Zora peers. His shoulders are broad and his skin is a rather pleasant shade of pale blue that matches the pale yellow of the fins along his arms. His head is similar to that of a hammer head shark, but unlike his zora peers does not have a second set of eyes on the head of his head. The pair of eyes he does have are blue.
He is somewhat bulkier then the standard Zora, his body taking more after his Hylian heritage to the point were he doesn't have webbed feet. He also seems to lack the gills on his chest that normal zora's have, a fact that he normally covers up with a simple blue shirt that has a couple of pockets for his things.
Inheritance: Zora's Sapphire - No known benefit beyond the fact that it is a priceless heirloom that has been passed down through the family for generations and Ruink will protect it with his life if need be.
Zora Tunic: Said to have been used by the lover of Queen Ruto, this Zora Tunic has long been used and taken great care of by his half breed descendants due to their inability to breath underwater naturally.
Personality: Ruink has always been a little distant from those around him. Not out of rudeness or pride, but simply because he has always felt like an outsider to his own people due to his mixed heritage. Despite this, Ruink still highly respects and takes great pride in both of his heritages and actively seeks to do whatever he can to live up to it when the opportunity presents itself. He is also something of a hopeless romantic, largely because he views his own existence and that of the original coupling that created his bloodline as proof that love will conquer all.
Recent history: While of royal blood, the branch of the family that Ruink is apart of lost the throne due to their status as half breeds after one of their line married the Hylian hero of the age named Link. Raised in a loving family without having to worry about ascending to the throne, Ruink grew up on the coastline between Zora and Hylian territories. Earning a living by serving aboard the various Hylian ships (mostly fishing, but occasionally trading) that operated out of a nearby village, Ruink heard a great many stories about the world and learned a large number of skills that would aid him in surviving out in it, including how to fight with his fins to the point were he would be able to go toe to toe with a skilled swordsman.
Recently however something in his blood started to boil, yearning for adventure... one that Ruink is more than happy to take.
Personal Goal(s):
To go on an adventure worthy of his ancestors.
To meet the love of his life.
To have a story worthy of telling his descendants about.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Experienced Sailor/Swimmer
2. Has knowledge of a large number of cultures and stories.
3. Fighting with his hands/fins.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Drying out if away from water too long/Fire (Through as a hybrid, he is more resistant to this then the average Zora)
2. Status as hybrid may make being accepted by others hard.
3. Cannot breath underwater; While he can stay underwater longer then the standard Hylian, he still needs to come up for air every now and then.
Greatest Love: He hasn't discovered her yet.
Hates the most: Fire.
Ancestor(s):
Princess Ruto, Sage of Water and Queen of the Zora (Great grandmother)
Link, Hero of Hyrule (Grand father)
Misc: Is the youngest child with six older sisters. Has always wanted to see snow.
Theme music: |
52,623 | 1,427 | 45 | 1,053 | 920 | The group had gotten larger as they traveled and Nina was unsure of what to make of the newest editions to the group. There was a strange girl who apparently had master the ancient art of Cucco raising, certainly not a trial for the faint of heart. She could not help but eye Henry with a calculating gaze, "You know at just the right temperature I bet I could bring out a lot of flavor..." Well roasted Cucco aside a very new and potentially dangerous individual had entered into their midst.
This demon who had joined the awkward band of misfits certainly had magical power. As a fellow mage it was easy to feel the eddies of magic that circled around him, unnoticable by those not attuned to magic there was a good chance she was the only one who could sense his power. She would keep her eye on him even if currently in his lap was a huge, fluffy bundle of feathers. Animals were only animals after all and it would require magic user to counter him if he ever became a threat. Fire versus Wind, a fairly classic duel to be certain if that time ever came.
There was also a salesgirl that appeared as well but she didn't interest Nina in the slightest.
What was more interesting to Nina was the young Hylian bow who demonstrated a very unique skill. As soon as she saw that arrow of light appear her mind's gears turned fast and furiously as she tried to make sense of it. She noticed Onyx's reaction to the power and soon her suspicious seemed to be confirmed. "Swifty was it? If memory serves me that power of yours can be non other than the famous Arrows of Light. Yes I know, not a very creative name but it certainly fits the flame. Admittedly I'm a little peeved as I had been hoping to find the power myself, but it seems it may only be available to a certain bloodline. They are the arrows of Evil's Bane and their light can strike at even the greatest of the darkness."
After saying all that she gave a little sigh. "My knowledge is, however limited to that, I'm afraid the actual bloodline associated with the Light Arrows as been somewhat, gone with the wind as it were. You know I would have already figured everything out if people just took better care of their records, tch, I've had to search so many caves and library's to learn even the smallest bits of important knowledge." Nina started to grumble to herself as she remembered all her less than fruitful adventures and nights of book searching. | Name: Tina Din
Age: 25
Sex: Female
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Appearance:
A petite 5’3’’ young woman with somewhat short Hylian Ears.
Inheritance: Fire Rod – Capable of channeling her magic powers into fiery blasts which doubles as a lighting tool and a weapon.
Personality: Her magical prowess kind of gets to her head, making this small mage a bit of a narcissist. Stubborn to a fault, she can get exasperating at times. She also possesses a quick and often sharp wit which can put people off quite quickly. Another characteristic is her belief in justice and the destruction of evil, so at least her heart is somewhat in the right place.
Recent history: Descendant of the Oracle Din, Tina is charged with a destiny of keeping evil in check which she takes quite seriously. During her somewhat extensive travels it came to her attention the increased progression of natural disasters, evil rising up, and so on meaning that the land could soon plunge into darkness again. Feeling the call of her Oracle blood Tina has decided to find out the cause of the approaching storm and stop it.
Personal Goal: To become an unstoppable Oracle who can beat back evil without having to rely on others.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Magical Prowess – Tina was born with a great affinity for magic with a large and efficient mana reserve.
2. Fire Affinity – Part of the Din line her powers align greatly with the fire element. This makes fire magic easier than most and she can easily tolerate the heat.
3. Keen Mind – Being an Oracle descendant is not just for show, her mind can work fast and furiously, allowing her to adapt to situations and notice things out of the ordinary.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Stubborn – She can be stupidly stubborn, unwilling to change her mind at inappropriate times and may refuse help even when she clearly needs it.
2. Fragile – She is a mage, not a physical fighter. As such while not exactly weak she can easily be overpowered and physical exertion can quickly wear her down. Her height doesn’t really help matters either.
3. Overconfident – Tina is sure of herself, too sure a lot of the time and this overconfidence can get her into trouble, be it battle, a friendly game, and a tendency to believe she alone can do anything.
Greatest Love: Dark Chocolate, totally Divine.
Hates the most: Ironically those who put too much faith in their abilities.
Misc: Tina has a tattoo between her should blades that looks like a crystal with a red flame inside of it.
Theme song: |
52,624 | 1,427 | 46 | 70 | 496 | Vieru's long ears pressed flat against his skull as they got closer to a large group of people. Every instinct was screaming at him to run, there were just too many people with weaponry for his liking. His eyes darted around the group, trying to quickly figure out what type of weapons they had and who would be the biggest threat. If he was to escape, the archers would be the ones who were most dangerous. But no, he wasn't trying to escape, he was trying to do the most ridiculous thing he possibly could. He was going to join them. But still his fingers flexed and the wind answered his unintentional call, the breeze lifting his hair in a comforting manner.
Thankfully, people either didn't notice, or didn't care that there was a demon in their midst. And Rida was doing all the talking to the supposed leaders. One of them, a man named Kyogen did address him though. It was strange, the man just welcomed him to the group and introduced the other leaders to him. There were no threats, no weapons being pulled against him. Though he still couldn't relax around so many people, he felt a little bit safer than he did moments ago. "Ah yes, I'm Vieru. T-thank you for letting me join this guild." The demon said a bit awkwardly. Silently he thought that he should be thanking them for not killing him right away. But didn't voice that out loud.
Nervously, he glanced around the group, this time not looking for weapons, but just seeing who was there. It was certainly an interesting group of people, all different races too. Was that... A Stalfos? It was nice knowing he wasn't the only dark creature among them. Still Vieru found himself staying closer to Rida and Mari than anyone else. They were closer to earning his trust than anyone else was. For some reason, them being there made him want to prove himself to the guild a little bit. It would bring him that much closer to his goal of having people accept him, instead of trying to kill him constantly. | Name: Vieru (Pronounced, Vee, Air, Ooh)
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Race: Demon
Handiness: Right
Appearance:
Just ignore the Sheikah symbol.
Inheritance: As a descendant of Vaati, Vieru inherited powerful wind magic, with it he can shape the wind many different ways, including sharp blades, strong breezes with which to carry people on, and even small tornados and cyclones. Magic takes energy though, and the big stuff can tire him out.
Personality: Calm and quiet. Much more of a listener than a talker. Brave and stubborn, won't give in without a fight. Protective and loyal, a good ally through and through. Despite being a demon and the descendant of a villain, Vieru really is a good guy, just a little misunderstood. Okay maybe a lot misunderstood.
Recent history: Vieru has never had a place to call home. He hides during the day, when people are more likely to see him, and travels by night. He avoids towns as much as possible, because people don't respond well to a demon hanging around them. There are several times when he's been attacked just for wandering near a town. Though many don't know, or care to know, he's the one responsible for quite a few monster deaths as he quietly protects the people, even if they don't want his protection.
Personal Goal: To one day be accepted by people.
Three strengths
1. Long range fighting
2. Sewing
3. Finding places to hide when there doesn't seem to be any
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Fighting in closed in or small spaces
2. Talking to people
3. Due to his nature as a demon, he's weak to light magic. Even outside of battle it makes him nauseous.
Greatest Love: His one and only friend, the wind.
Hates the most: People who judge others based solely on looks.
Misc: Can see nearly perfectly in the dark. Most likely to fall for puppy dog eyes.
Theme song: Can't think of one at the moment. Will add later |
52,625 | 1,427 | 47 | 157 | 3,049 | He looked to the Stalfos nodding at first. "So it is light based not a fire based spell, alright that makes sense. I have to wonder though if it hurt beings of Darkness, the power must be from a Goddesses. I would think Din or Hylia as Nayru is knowledge based her gift would be something less combat oriented." He said looking over the old warrior, even in death the way he carried himself was impressive. If his mind had been more intact he would have asked dozen's of questions about the old knight and who he served.
He looked next to the to girl who had just spoken, he hadn't caught her name but he nodded as she spoke about his powers. "The bloodline thing is new, the library I was working at had some records on people who could use magic like mine. Not very detailed and mostly legend rather than accurate stories but they had a enough in common to know whatever family I'm from is pretty old." He said looking at Nina. "I know the pain, I had to completely re-organize the library after I started working their, its so annoying how no one keeps things where they should be."
He paused, the woman before him seemed an accomplished mage and rather smart. "I was wondering miss if you might teach a few things, I've believe I've got the talent if you can teach me about magic." Swifty smiled rubbing his head softly as he continued. "You obviously have a better grasp on magical theory plus you have experience with magic and legends I doubt few other do." He added the compliments hoping they would sway her to at least teach him a couple things or perhaps even apprentice him. | Name: Samuel "Swifty"
Age: 14
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Left
Appearance:
Inheritance: Light arrows- Summons an arrow of pure light, not very strong, he can summon them six to seven times a day.
Personality: Swifty has never trusted anyone, he's never had anyone to look out for him either. With that said it's made him a rather fiery and smart individual. Even without a proper education he's smarter than most people and a quick study. Under all of that he is rather kind and decent knowing that he should look out for others. Prefers to talk things out but never afraid to scuffle.
Recent history: Hailing from that coast he traveled inland wanting to see the place his parents came from. He seeks to discover his origins, as he has only recently come into his magic and is unsure of it's true extent. Staying in a small inn the center of castle town, often visiting library and exploring old records.
Personal Goal: To find out what happened to his parents and why he has this power.
Three strengths
1. Intelligent and well spoken.
2. Magically talented.
3. Very good archer.
Three weaknesses
1. Physically weak.
2. Not great at getting along.
3. Easily sidetracked.
Greatest Love: For the parents he lost.
Hates the most: People who would hurt others.
Misc: A talented singer and musician, though he's extremely embarrassed about it. He can often be caught alone singing to himself.
Theme music: Theme
Note: Descendant of Princess Zelda. |
52,626 | 1,427 | 48 | 2,768 | 10,526 | Joseph sighed and shook his head. "Magic isn't something you should be eager to learn more of until you better understand what you know. For example," he pulled an arrow out and suddenly a green glow surrounded it, a simple wind spell to increase it's flight distance, "I just imbued this arrow with wind magic that increased it's flight distance. Conversely," fire then enveloped the arrow, "I can give the arrow fire magic to use it for burning through things like cloth. They're simple spells and all I've needed over the years, but I think you get the idea." Dismissing the spell, he put it back in his quiver and looked at the Demon, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
After a moment of thought, he fell back and matched his pace. "So, I've finally had the opportunity to meet the Demon people call in Rangers to deal with, but we find there's considerably fewer monsters and unharmed townsfolk. Suppose I owe you a thanks for making my life easier." | Name: Joseph
Age: 26
Sex: Male
Race: Hylian
Handiness: Ambidextrous
Appearance: Joseph stands at approximately 6'2", with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a lithe, atheltic build that hides not only a strong body, but a strong mind and will. Has a lightly tanned complexion, but looks like a normal Hylian otherwise, including the pointed ears.
Inheritance: Hero's Bow
Personality: Joseph is a gruff person, but sociable for a Hylian Ranger. He's also been known to be clever in ways you wouldn't expect.
Recent history: Joseph is an interesting character, having been born in Castle Town but spending most of his life out in the forests and fields of Hyrule. His father was a ranger of sorts who spent his time hunting out pockets of monsters, stalfos, wolfos and the like, and wiping them out with both magic and blade. When he grew to be old enough, his father began to teach him how to properly use a sword and archery, starting with basic parries, slashes and thrusts and eventually going into more advanced maneuvers. However, the young Hylian took to archery more than swordplay, so his father shifted focus into archery, teaching him how to do trick shots and improve his accuracy with his magic.
Joseph, however, never knew his mother, who his father said died of an illness when he was no older than two years of age. The magic his father knew he learned from his mother and so it was the same magic that Joseph learned, though in his travels he has learned other forms of magic as well. In the years since he was old enough to wander as a ranger himself, he's lost his father and the small home they had lived in and now has a small cabin built on the edge of Odon Forest well away from an old village. He didn't like the feeling he got from it when he passed by and he could remember his father clearing out monsters from there more than once in his youth.
Personal Goal: To keep Hyrule safe the only way he knows how
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Knowledge of the wilds
2. Cooking skills from time in wilds
3. Knowledge of poisons
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Not as strong people person
2. Likes to work alone
3. None to welcoming to anyone he doesn't know
Greatest Love: The Wilds
Hates the most: Monsters
Misc: Most likely to put an arrow in your knee.
Hylians have a strong skill with both magic and martial combat. Dane uses both as a swordsman and an archer, turning his magic inward to increase his natural reflexes and strength to greater heights than a normal person, even imbuing arrows with fire and wind spells. Also has a great amount of dexterity and speed, allowing him to more aptly wield his single sword and his bow. Also well versed in archery.
Theme song: (Optional) |
52,627 | 1,427 | 49 | 1,157 | 100 | Kagumo looked at Ruink with a confused look on her face. "You mean you've never heard about the 3 sacred treasures. Thought it was common knowledge. Well basically they are 3 treasures that were made by the three gods who also made our planet: Din, Naryu, and Farore's Wind. They all look like a crystal, but each have a a different colored core. The one given by Din, Din's fire is has a red core. When someone casts it, a circle of fire appears around the user, damaging everyone around except the caster. Naryu's love has a blue core to it and when it is used, protects the user from damage. The fine one, Farore's wind is green and can teleport you to wherever you want, as long as it's somewhere you've been. If I had all these treasures, I'd be one of the best thieves in the world." Her eyes were gleaming with just the thought of that.
"You've at least heard of the spiritual stones? Ones given by the 3 gods to certain races? Pretty sure there is one the Zoras would have." | Name: Kagumo
Age: 26
Sex: Female
Race: Gerudo
Handiness: Left
Inheritance: Roc's Cape
Recent History: Kagumo was born in Gerudo Valley. Ever since she was a little girl, she was trained to be a thief. She became a fast learner, being able to pickpocket people at the age of 10. During one of her travels, she stole Roc's Cape from a temple, and has been using it at her disposal. With this in her possesion, she could obtain the 3 mythical treasures: Naryu's Love, Din's Fire, and Farore's Wind.
Personal Goal: Kagumo's goal to have all three goddess treasures in her posession, making her become one of the best thieves the world has ever seen.
Strengths:
-Very agile and quick on her feet
-Knows how to blend into the crowd/surroundings
-Knows how to use her appearance/persuasiveness to get out of situations
Weaknesses:
-Can get in way over her head when trying to acquire her target
-While she does have weapons on her, she isn't very proficient with them and acts clumsy at times
-Becomes easily flustered by anyone she is attracted to
Greatest Love: Treasure
Hates the Most: People who try to impose themselves on her
Random Fact: Is a very amazing dancer and can play the harp while dancing. |
52,628 | 1,427 | 50 | 478 | 347 | "I dare not speak the Master's name. Even it holds great power of darkness in it. As the odds of beating him, well only time will tell. He has never been truly defeated, merely delayed..." Sir Oryx said as he continued march along with the group. From his opinion they seemed respectable warriors, many of them carried unique items that he felt he should know, but like most his past barely remembers. Several of them seemed very young, too young in his opinion to set out on such an adventure. However as legend had demonstrated, age is just a number and courage comes in all shape and sizes.
Oryx hung to the other side of the group until Swfity put away his weapon and then slowly moved back over. Perhaps his reaction to the arrow surrounded in light was not enough indication that the weapon was effective against the darkness."Yes your weapon of light does the darkness much damage. Even standing so close to it causes this body of darkness to mine to scream in agony like that of the Poes who retreat from the advances of morning light." Oryx said to Swifty, hinting for him to be careful with his gift when he used it close to him. Magic was definitely no toy as the Ranger explained. He agreed also with learning the basics before moving onto more advanced techniques. One does not master the Spin Attack without learning how to first use a sword.
He was appalled to here that the girl wanted to use such gifts as play things in her pursuit of being a thief. "The Goddesses treasures are best left alone, only those truly worthy of find them will ever possess them, and I must say those with intentions to use them as common thief tools are by far not worthy of such treasures..." He said with an unsympathetic tone. Oryx highly respected the Goddesses and insulted to here someone wanting to use their gifts to steal. He was a knight at his core and swore by oath to serve the Royal Family as well as uphold the peace of the Land with justice and Honor. Thieves were by nature his enemy, but dark times were ahead for all of them and rules and guidelines had to be bent. | Name: Sir Oryx the Cursed Knight
Age: 1027
Sex: Male
Race: Stalfos
Handiness: Left
Appearance: Standing at 5'11, Sir Oryx is completely incased in his cursed armor which is decorated with that of skulls. Only those with keen eyes might see through his armor for what he actually is.
Inheritance: Sword of Valor - A sword passed through his family for generations, imbued with the spirit of Justice and Bravery that allows him to retain his mind and control over his cursed body.
Personality: Sir Oryx despite his horrific appearance and unsavory demeanor is still as noble and humble at heart as when he was still alive, living true to the fact it matters what's on the inside not on the outside. He is kind hearted and still holds onto his duties to serve and protect the people of his land and even those in need of help.
Recent history: Sir Oryx was not always as grotesque and offensive to the eyes as he is in his current state. Oryx served as a Hylian Knight to the Royal Family in his past days among the living. As a Hylian Knight he embodied the spirit to place others before himself and that there was no greater honor that to sacrifice one's self for another. He was the ideal Knight of the time, compared to many of his fellow comrades who more likened themselves to knight in name only, and not so much in practice. Oryx aspired to one day be a Royal Guard, only for the most worthy and humble of knights and he was on the right path to becoming one perhaps in a few more years of service. Disaster struck as an evil darkness descended upon the Kingdom and it was lost. With the Kingdom gone and the Royal Family gone Oryx went into self exile at his failure to protect his land from evil.
However a hero of light arose from the darkness and defeated the great evil, saving the land and restoring peace. Oryx returned from his exile to serve as a Hylian Knight and hopefully redeem himself. As time went on though evil once again slowly seeped into the land now from outside, but from within its borders and the source being the Legendary Hero of Time. Corrupted by unlimited power, Oryx devised a plan among fellow brave knights to stop their land from falling into darkness once more, but their plan was uncovered and they were punished harshly for their crimes. They were forced to serve as his knights for all eternity. Stripped of life, they were turned into Stalfos Knights to guard his castle.
During a great battle waged by heroes of past, present, and future, he stood guard in the Tombs of Hyrule's past ruler to future increase their pain by standing in the presence of some of Hyrule's greatest rulers and to know that they failed them. When the Hero of Time was thrown into the future, they remained there, still stuck in eternal servitude to him as was per the chase of the curse. Standing there, completely aware of their surroundings, yet unable to control their own decomposed bodies they remained for 1,000 years. However while the other knights became made and their minds ultimately coming to reflect their bodies Sir Oyrx's remained true. He focused hard on what his duties were as Hylian Knight, even if he didn't resemble one no more. His family's sword that his hands still clung to began to create a magical barrier around him after absorbing the magical aura of the past rulers of Hyrule. His sword unbeknownst to him which had been past down through his family of 10 generations of Hylians Knights had been infused with goodness and the essence of what makes a true knight.
As he felt his master's return into the land of Hyrule, the magical barrier created by his sword solidified and broke him of his chains, he was free to control himself once more, but still cursed to be among the living until the creator of his curse was vanquished. Sir Oryx left the tomb and set out to defy his master once again, hopefully this time for good.
Personal Goal: To protect his homeland, free himself and his fellow comrades and to finally be laid to rest.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Very skilled Swordsman.
2. Can speak to the more friendlier dead.
3. Noble of heart, always tries to see the good in people despite people always seeing the bad in him.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Despite his good intentions at heart, his new form has made him incredibly weak against light magic.
2. As a Stalfos Oryx tends to cause panic and be seen as a monster, not as the person he once was.
3. Without his sword he mind will crumble, and the darkness the lurks within will be unleashed and he will fall prey to being a servant of darkness.
Greatest Love: Nature
Hates the most: Bullies, those who hurt others
Misc: Dogs really like him... for his bones... |
52,629 | 1,427 | 51 | 351 | 2,364 | As the three treasures were explained to him, Ruink's face stated to lose it's expression as he started to think about what the treasures were meant to do... And the stone that had been passed through the generations of his family that bore a similarity to the one in her tale.
"Well, I can see why you want Naryu's love and Farore's Wind; Being able to teleport anywhere and being able to block an attack aimed at you if something goes wrong would be helpful for a thief, but I fail to see how Din's Fire would help you... Unless you're just going for it to complete the set..."
Glancing towards the undead man, Ruink tilted his head somewhat as he started to pay attention to him after he started to bad mouth Kagumo. While he didn't doubt for a moment that she could stand up for herself, but he wasn't about to let her stand alone either. "The Goddesses work in mysterious ways. They also tend to reward those who take the intiative." | Name: Ruink
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Race: Hybrid Zora/Hylian
Handiness: Right
Appearance: To human to pass as a Zora. To Zora to pass for human. Raink stands somewhat taller then the average Hylian but isn't quite as tall as his Zora peers. His shoulders are broad and his skin is a rather pleasant shade of pale blue that matches the pale yellow of the fins along his arms. His head is similar to that of a hammer head shark, but unlike his zora peers does not have a second set of eyes on the head of his head. The pair of eyes he does have are blue.
He is somewhat bulkier then the standard Zora, his body taking more after his Hylian heritage to the point were he doesn't have webbed feet. He also seems to lack the gills on his chest that normal zora's have, a fact that he normally covers up with a simple blue shirt that has a couple of pockets for his things.
Inheritance: Zora's Sapphire - No known benefit beyond the fact that it is a priceless heirloom that has been passed down through the family for generations and Ruink will protect it with his life if need be.
Zora Tunic: Said to have been used by the lover of Queen Ruto, this Zora Tunic has long been used and taken great care of by his half breed descendants due to their inability to breath underwater naturally.
Personality: Ruink has always been a little distant from those around him. Not out of rudeness or pride, but simply because he has always felt like an outsider to his own people due to his mixed heritage. Despite this, Ruink still highly respects and takes great pride in both of his heritages and actively seeks to do whatever he can to live up to it when the opportunity presents itself. He is also something of a hopeless romantic, largely because he views his own existence and that of the original coupling that created his bloodline as proof that love will conquer all.
Recent history: While of royal blood, the branch of the family that Ruink is apart of lost the throne due to their status as half breeds after one of their line married the Hylian hero of the age named Link. Raised in a loving family without having to worry about ascending to the throne, Ruink grew up on the coastline between Zora and Hylian territories. Earning a living by serving aboard the various Hylian ships (mostly fishing, but occasionally trading) that operated out of a nearby village, Ruink heard a great many stories about the world and learned a large number of skills that would aid him in surviving out in it, including how to fight with his fins to the point were he would be able to go toe to toe with a skilled swordsman.
Recently however something in his blood started to boil, yearning for adventure... one that Ruink is more than happy to take.
Personal Goal(s):
To go on an adventure worthy of his ancestors.
To meet the love of his life.
To have a story worthy of telling his descendants about.
Three strengths (Not just combat)
1. Experienced Sailor/Swimmer
2. Has knowledge of a large number of cultures and stories.
3. Fighting with his hands/fins.
Three weaknesses (Not just combat)
1. Drying out if away from water too long/Fire (Through as a hybrid, he is more resistant to this then the average Zora)
2. Status as hybrid may make being accepted by others hard.
3. Cannot breath underwater; While he can stay underwater longer then the standard Hylian, he still needs to come up for air every now and then.
Greatest Love: He hasn't discovered her yet.
Hates the most: Fire.
Ancestor(s):
Princess Ruto, Sage of Water and Queen of the Zora (Great grandmother)
Link, Hero of Hyrule (Grand father)
Misc: Is the youngest child with six older sisters. Has always wanted to see snow.
Theme music: |
52,630 | 1,428 | 0 | 1,450 | 319 | The arena was a large cavern, lit by torches and candles, with many tunnels which lead into it. Many boys, and a few girls, lined the walls, some sitting in crevices and some in the higher tunnels, their legs dangling down. They chattered and shouted, calling to friends and rivals alike. The noise was like that of a large crowd, but in this place it echoed.
The largest hole was taken up by 5 figures, 2 standing either side of the one sitting. They were different ages, ranging from 6 to 14, one female with hair in scruffy pigtails and a pretty smile, the other boys, one with a bald head, one stick thin and lanky and the last red hairs and missing his from teeth. Their clothes ranged from clothes from the "old world" to skins of animals.
The one sat was wearing full face paint of a skull, making it look like he might be smiling.
Those on the platform didn't move, didn't say a sound, though as soon as the seated boy raised a hand, the noise died away and the silence was that of apprehension and excitement.
"Welcome my lost boys," said the painted faced figure, gazing around at the masses who were there. "We have new recruits to our ranks."
There was no sound, not a murmur, all eyes fixed upon the figure.
"Bring them in," he said, his voice clear but not a shout, though it carried perfectly in the room.
Several lost boys and girls moved to the side as a large boy walked through a tunnel, leading several boys and girls in the range of 5 to 12 into the cavern. Some looked nervous, others confident, as they were led before the masses. At the back of them was another boy. Clearly the first and last were some kind of honor guard. They were lined up so that they faced the seated boy.
They had been well treated, fed and shown the island from the air, but now they were being shepherded into the room.
The seated boy stood and raised his hands.
"Welcome, my boys," he said, which was a common welcome by him. He didn't distinguish between boys and girls as such. They were all boys, but it was like saying "guys" when he said it. "I am Pan."
He was almost a head taller than most of the others who were stood beside him. But instead of making him look small, it made him look powerful. All these children were listening to him, every word.
He guestured to the boys and girls below.
"You wish to join our merry band?" he said with clear happiness in his voice. "Well, you will have to prove yourselves worthy of this great honor."
There was a cheer from all those around him.
"Bring in the wheel!" he called, gesturing to another tunnel.
Those that blocked it stepped aside to expose another tunnel, through which a large construction was pushed by 8 children. It was clear, once it was in the light of the cavern, that it was a wheel as Pan had said, but the first thing many would notice was the pirate attached to it.
He was skewered into place with a knife through the hand of an outstretched hand, the other by his side, but pinned the same. He was tied to the wheel and gagged, his eyes wide and staring at all the figures around the room.
Once past the shock, or maybe interest, it was clear there was some strange writing around the edges. Not English, but strange squiggles it was impossible to read. They must have meant something because Pan shouted to spin the wheel.
Round and round the pirate went, his hand passing over the categories.
When it slowed, everyone seemed to lean forward, waiting with bated breath, but when it became still all heads turned to Pan.
"The challenge has been set," he announced as everyone waited. "To join the Lost Boys, your first test will be......"
Everyone in the cavern was silent.
"To retrieve a tooth!" he shouted.
The noise in the cavern was explosive. There were shouts and howls. The challenge was announced.
The candidates, when led from the cavern, were explained about the task. Their job was to go out onto the island with small packs provided by the Lost Boys and find a tooth for Pan. They would have a canister of water and a knife and would be expected to complete the task with no assistance. There would be creatures that would be watching them. Once they found one, they would be led back.
"Any questions?" asked the large boys who hand led them out, looking at those assembled. | You can put your Lost Boys here. I would like a couple of "New" Boys, so we can do the initiation that you have to go through before you can be one.
Character Sheet
Name You can put here their actual name, the name they go by or both
Age There is no aging in Neverland, put what age they appear/ the age they were when they arrived in Neverland
Appearance Hair, eyes, built, height, distinguishing characteristics etc. You can include a picture, but give some description too.
BackgroundTell us about them, including how they ended up in Neverland. Did they arrive with the Pirates? Were they brought by a fairy or lost boy? Were they born here? Did they wash up on shore? Bit of detail about their previous live would be good. |
52,631 | 1,428 | 1 | 155 | 479 | Smoke, smoke and fire were the first two things that Arthur sensed as he was led into the giant cave that seemed to house multitudes of boys and some girls of varying age. Arthur had been impressed with the size of the island and when he was offered a chance to see it from the air he jumped at the chance instantly. The feeling of weightlessness while diving and ducking around tree's was absolutely fantastic.
Focusing on the boy in front of him Arthur gazed at hi closely taking in the mask and way of speaking. He commanded respect and Arthur was sure that he was also deserving of said respect. For some reason Arthur felt a pull to only want to please him and do as he commanded, Pan talked about something like a tooth needing to be retrieved, he like all the rest of the lost boys giggled a bit as the man went round and round. When it had stopped madness ensued and Arthur loved every second of it. He felt empowered and drunk on the moment totally ready to run all over the island if he needed to.
Following the large boy through some tunnels Arthur was given a knife and some water. He tore off his shirt since he no longer wanted or needed it, and folded his pants back to allow easier running and so that it wouldn't make to much noise. He shook his head when asked if he himself had any questions and cracked his neck ready to start the task. A few other new boys looked him over almost like they were sizing him up and Arthur wondered if they were going to try and stop him, he should have asked... Oh well, he'd just have to be on guard more now than before. He returned to once over and didn't think either boy would prove to much of a challenge alone, together though... He forced the thought out of his mind and started thinking of what kind of tooth he wanted to get. He wanted to impress Pan and even the other lost boys so it had to be something big, but what... | Name: Arthur Wesley Corinths
Age: 11
Brown curly hair, Sapphire Blue eyes, rather tone build with tanned skin, stands about 4'7" ,
Background/Personality: Arthur Corinths, a British boy born into the stressful and annoying Royal line of England. No, he's nothing like a Prince or even a Duke, rather he was a Viscount since he was the oldest son of Baron Henry Corinths. Being raised by such a family was not bad and Arthur never really wanted for anything except adventure. That he hungered for desperately but was never granted since his father told him that it was dangerous and that he was his heir apparent. Whatever that was. Other than that Arthur's "raising" was done by his personal caregiver whom he called Nan. Nan was in charge of everything since both of his parents were away quite a bit for business. Sometimes they would take Arthur if the other family had a child of their own, but mostly he was left at the estate to amuse himself with schoolwork.
When he was 5 his father thought that he should learn a sport. Alarmed that he was going to have to do something he wouldn't want to do Arthur informed his father that he wanted to learn to fence. Happy that his son was so interested in a fine physical activity such as fencing he agreed and left the schedule with Nan. Arthur took to fencing well, and progressed much faster than other kids his own age, having no real hesitation. His instructor knowing he was working with a child of British royalty went much harder on him but it didn't matter and even his instructor had to admit that by the time the boy was 10 he could beat any other student in the class which went up to 21 year olds!
At home, all Arthur did was practice and practice and practice, then read on the theory of fencing, and write amazing adventures filled with sword fighting. Five weeks before he turned 11 he was approached by another boy who asked him if he was interested in having a never ending adventure, a chance to go to a place called Neverland where he could have literally all the adventures he wanted! Of course Arthur agreed, such an offer was to good to pass up!
The other boy smiled and nodded before jumping up at him and covering his mouth with a handkerchief, which after a few seconds caused the 10 year old Viscount to fall unconscious... When he awoke he was surrounded by other children, then he realized he must be at Neverland and he smiled. He was ready, ready to spend the rest of his life exploring the island and following the mysterious Peter Pan who appeared to lead the lost boys. Even when first arriving, Arthur felt himself willing to follow any such orders Pan gave him. |
52,632 | 1,428 | 2 | 1,450 | 319 | The older boy seemed somewhat impressed by the eagerness shown, the competitiveness clear already.
"If there are no questions, then yo will be taken out to find your treasure. There are no rules and no time limit, but you will not be able to return without your treasure."
He said this very serously, before guesturing to the other boys who were not new recruits. They blind folded each of the new recruits and they were hoisted into the air, carried out without ceremony.
The air was warm and it was still day as the boys emereged, carrying their perspective kin into the forest, where they put them down and removed their blindfolds.
"You must go to complete your task now," said the first boy. "You will recieve no assistance and will only be collected upon finding your treasure."
He guestured to the woods.
"You must seek your prize and then call out that you have. You will be watched and no one will come to you unless they know you have the agreed prize."
He clapped.
"Go, boys," he said, and allowed them to depart.
Some of the new boys ran off singularily, others in pairs and groups. Some seemed keen, others confused.
The boy who had taken them simply smiled. These boys didn't yet know that the "flight" they had taken on their arrival had put pixie dust in their system. So long as they had more within 5 days, they would notice nothing, but those who did not would suffer extremely. If they were not done with their task by then, they may not be able to complete the task and would fall prey. | You can put your Lost Boys here. I would like a couple of "New" Boys, so we can do the initiation that you have to go through before you can be one.
Character Sheet
Name You can put here their actual name, the name they go by or both
Age There is no aging in Neverland, put what age they appear/ the age they were when they arrived in Neverland
Appearance Hair, eyes, built, height, distinguishing characteristics etc. You can include a picture, but give some description too.
BackgroundTell us about them, including how they ended up in Neverland. Did they arrive with the Pirates? Were they brought by a fairy or lost boy? Were they born here? Did they wash up on shore? Bit of detail about their previous live would be good. |
52,633 | 1,429 | 0 | 26 | 2,681 | Lana
The red Gardevoir sped out of the house, rushing to the medical tavern. If it everything was true, about the Stargate being reopened, she needed to find away to protect herself and Rin. She busted through the door, and started yelling frantically. "Is it true?! Is it open?!" Everyone looked at her in shock. It was unexpected for her to rush through and yell, but no one told her anything, until a Chansey came out. "Yes Lana, I'm afraid so. All three are here." The Chansey gestured to the stairs, and Lana went up, The creaking wood stairway.
All three of them were there. Barely conscious, and barely alive. There bodies were as cold as ice, and their breath was soft, barely there. "Will Rin, never have a normal childhood?"
Rin & Haven
The town square was a fun place to play in for Rin and Haven. Splashing in the fountain, playing tag, doing whatever. Haven was Rin's best, and probably her only friend. While it was hard, and although she hated it, she managed to keep the truth away from Haven, who couldn't know anything about the Stargate. While Rin was thinking, Haven came up behind her. "Tag! Your it!" Haven ran towards the woods, going towards the Phosphor Forest.
Rin stopped at the edge of town, but then gathered up some courage to follow. Haven squeaked as he ran, going farther and farther into the woods. The canopy was growing larger, and the forest was getting darker, illuminated by small blue and green mushrooms. She kept running, until a hand reached out and grabbed her as she screamed.
Rin stopped abruptly, and tripped over her own feet. The shrill cry sounded like Haven, and she didn't hear her squeaking anymore. She started back for the village, and heard a rattle behind her. She ran faster, and faster, hoping she would get to the village, but they had ran far out, and the village would be a couple kilometers away. There was a shadow in the phosphorescent light, and a mouth full of fangs caught her in the face.
"Oh, that's just great! Now you've done it Kalis!" "Relax! The two are just sleeping. Did you think I killed them?" The Arbok snapped back at Bisharp who accused him of doing such a thing. They were just kids playing in the forest, killing them would be cruel, and unnecessary. Now if they had gotten to the base, that would be different. "Well it kind of looked like it. Anyways, we'll take 'em to the boss, and people will sure come looking for them, and that's when all of us will strike." They both laughed evilly, and continued to walk deeper into the forest. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,634 | 1,429 | 1 | 397 | 2,221 | As was generally the case in Mithril's life; he was very happy. The Stargate was a thing of legends, something that had remained close for longer then anyone had been alive, was now open once again. 'Clearly this can only mean one thing;' Mithril had thought to himself 'adventure!' With that line of flawless deductive reasoning, he made his way to the town of Medburn, the location of said Stargate. While his parents didn't expect him to find anything too exciting there, Mithril knew differently; he knew that there was adventure there, just waiting for him to grasp it, to slowly caress it like one would a lover.
As Mithril finally entered the town of Medburn, bobbing as he did, he began to quiver in excitement "here I am. The place where my dream will come true. It's...just...so exciting." By now, his quivering had evolved into vibrating "so...many...possibilities! Mind...filled with...squee! Can't...breath. Suddenly...remembering...I don't...breath. Constantly pausing...narration fading." His vibrating slowed down into normal quivering, before dying down altogether. "Now first thing's first; I need to find my wielder and partner." He said to himself was he went in search of an adventuring partner | Name: Mithril
Level: 23
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Metal Sound, Automatize, Shadow Sneak, Arial Ace
History: Mithril grew up in the mountains, in a community of Steel Types. Over all, his childhood was pretty good. His family was always able to eat, and he never had any real problems with his peers. However there was one thing odd about it; when he was still a newborn, his parents would read him stories of legendary heros to get him to sleep. One would think that having such stories in one's life might inspire them to rise up and become a here themselves, and you'd be right...except in this case. You see, Mithril didn't want to become a legendary hero, he wanted to become a legendary weapon
Personality: When people think of Ghost types, then tend to think of Pokemon with mischievous or outright malevolent. Likewise, the stereotype of Steel Types is their lack of emotion and reliance on cold unfeeling logic...Mithril in none of these things. He is happy, loves to make friends, ignores his brain when it disagrees with his heart and he doesn't have a cruel bone in his body (not taking into account that fact that he doesn't have a skeleton). |
52,635 | 1,429 | 2 | 2,215 | 997 | Gris was more than worried that he wouldn't find the funds he needed to start up his spa. As he scampered on all fours around his inn room, the clamor became too much for him to handle. He had left the clan simply because all they did was scratch and whine. The mincinno didn't take into account all pokemon were prone to complaining! There were rumors that strange pokemon had ended up at the inn recently, and after realizing that no one was talking about him, he decided it would be fine to ignore them.
It wasn't as if they could build him a spa, after all! He would need to do that once he had gathered enough loot to sell or barter... That was the olan, at least! Gris hadn't planned on getting up until much later, but rude inn visitors had no idea how to shut their little jaws. Ah, well. Some things just couldn't be helped, and the normal type stretched his tail as he scampered out the door. Should he visit the forest today or the islands? | Name: Gris
Level: 12
Ability: Cute Charm
Moveset: Knock Off, Baby Doll Eyes, Helping Hand, Tickle
History: After high-tailing it away from the family, Gris eventually wandered into the town of Melburn. He decided that the town would be the perfect place to hone his skills- as a masseuse!
The many dungeons around the town, he reasoned, would be the perfect place to forage for supplies. Because he didn't have the money and supplies to build his establishment, he decided to become an adventurer in order to promote his future business and to raise funds.
Personality: This minccino is easily distracted, and appears to always be scuttling around and observing absolutely everything. This by no means makes him an idiot, but he's not exactly an alert pokemon. Gris often laughs at jokes long after they have been told, and if he spots something that piques his interest, will leave mid-sentence to investigate it. |
52,636 | 1,429 | 3 | 1,818 | 311 | Smash sleeped onto her little den she called a home. Rolling over she could hear the others pokemon voice outside, but she was too tired to care. Closing her eyes again she wasen't interested about doing nothing yet, not now she only tried to go back to her dream world.
She loved to sleep, dream world was like paradise to her. There never neede to do anything, no sadness only happiness. She could sleep forever and after, but always needed to wake up to the reality. Not now she going back to sleep. | Name: Smash
Gender: Female Raichu
Level: 30lv
Ability: Static
Moveset: Quick attack, Thunderbolt, Charge, Thunder wave
History: She is been lived as group of Pikachu's, which was leaded By strong elder Raichu. Smash hated to be so similar to the other group of Pikachus. She go to find the Thunderstone which the elder was hided to safe Place. It's was part of their group rules that only the accetable one to be next leader is accepted to use this stone and evolve. Smash founded the stone and evolved. She was happy but her leader thought that this will bring misfortune and exiled the Smash to the group.
Personality: She is stubborn, hot-headed and angry easely. She have her calm side too, and cares to the ones she very likes. She looks very tough guy, but she loves girly thinks. |
52,637 | 1,429 | 4 | 26 | 2,681 | Lana
Lana walked out of the tavern, wiping the tears from her eyes. It was true, and they would probably have to move, to get farther away from the Stargate. She then snapped out of it, and went to go get Rin from the town square. She walked to the fountain, and looked to it, the crisp, clear, sparkling water. There was hope in it, light. Lana took her gaze off the water, and put it on the rest of the town square, keeping an eye out for Rin. Realizing Rin was nowhere to be found, she panicked, breathing heavy, and her heart, pounding out of her chest.
She went to the shops in the square, but most everyone was asleep, except for Gris. Shuddering, she ran over to him. "Gris! Gris! Have you seen Rin or Haven!? They were in the square, and I-I can't find them!" | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,638 | 1,429 | 5 | 2,215 | 997 | How strange, he thought, that there were both sunflowers and sunflora. Both were beautiful in their own ways, but it struck him as he paused to examine a big yellow blossom growing near the inn that some pokemon looked an awful lot like other things. If a sunflora ate sunflower seeds were they cannibals? More importantly, if he decided to use sunflowers in his spa, what would the sunflora say? And what of roses and lillies? There was no way business would thrive if he couldn't use flowers!
Frowning as he ran possible solutions through his head, Gris was snapped out of his dilemma by a panicked Gardevoir. Grey eyes widened. He hadn't been in Melburn that log, but the people were kind and got to know him right away. Besides, if he was going to open up a facility in the town, he needed the support of the locals. In other words, he would have to give a little elbow grease and lend a paw. Who was Rin? The youngsters of Melburn raced through his mind like wildfire. Was it that perky swablu? No, that was Haven, the other one. The jittery joltik? That UNBEARABLE STUPID MISDRREAVUS WHO WOULDN'T LEAVE HIS POOR TAIL ALONE?! Because if it was her he wasn't going to help. At all.
He suddenly lit up. The little quiet one! He could never remember her. "Oh, your ralts?" Gris hummed thoughtfully. What were they doing outside so early in the first place? Being out in the morning must have been better than in the evening, but when he was a swaddled little furball, his mama-cino never let him out of her sight! Something bad could happen to toddlers who wander. He hadn't seen anyone shady around town, though, so maybe the girls had decided to run off. He of all pokemon knew how easy it was to lose track of the world.
The difference was Gris could defend himself alright, or at least run away fairly quickly. On the other hand, he wasn't sure that Rin could even see from under her mushroom cap. "We should start looking around now. I'm sure they're off playin' somewhere but if they are in trouble, we need to get to them ASAP! I was just on my way to the forest, kinda so I'll keep an eye out for her then!" Gris was all by his lonesome, but so far he hadn't met any pokemon who had pursued him when he ran. Worst case scenario the two had fallen into a hole or something and he could pull them out with his tail. | Name: Gris
Level: 12
Ability: Cute Charm
Moveset: Knock Off, Baby Doll Eyes, Helping Hand, Tickle
History: After high-tailing it away from the family, Gris eventually wandered into the town of Melburn. He decided that the town would be the perfect place to hone his skills- as a masseuse!
The many dungeons around the town, he reasoned, would be the perfect place to forage for supplies. Because he didn't have the money and supplies to build his establishment, he decided to become an adventurer in order to promote his future business and to raise funds.
Personality: This minccino is easily distracted, and appears to always be scuttling around and observing absolutely everything. This by no means makes him an idiot, but he's not exactly an alert pokemon. Gris often laughs at jokes long after they have been told, and if he spots something that piques his interest, will leave mid-sentence to investigate it. |
52,639 | 1,429 | 6 | 397 | 2,221 | It was nothing short of a miracle that Mithril made it to Medburn in the first place. See, Mithril had an abnormally horrible sense of direction, and I mean really bad. In fact, his sense of direction was so bad, that it seemed to warp space itself. For example; one time when Mithril was climbing down his mountain home, he somehow ended up on the peak. However, despite the random spatial distortions caused by his navigation, he didn't really understand that his sense of direction was truly that bad. Why Mention any of this you may ask? Well it's simple; during his exploration of the town, he somehow ended up in Phosphor Forest.
"Huh...I wonder how I got here. I could have sworn I was just in someone's house. Hmmm...maybe they have a greenhouse? Oh well, just more for me to explore" and in a very Mithril fashion, the Ghost/Steel type simply brushed off his state of completely-lost. As he merrily made his was through the forest, whistling a tune (despite not having lips. No questions dammit!), he stumbled across a Ralts and Swablu "Oh hi! Are you two on an epic greenhouse safari too?" he asked them | Name: Mithril
Level: 23
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Metal Sound, Automatize, Shadow Sneak, Arial Ace
History: Mithril grew up in the mountains, in a community of Steel Types. Over all, his childhood was pretty good. His family was always able to eat, and he never had any real problems with his peers. However there was one thing odd about it; when he was still a newborn, his parents would read him stories of legendary heros to get him to sleep. One would think that having such stories in one's life might inspire them to rise up and become a here themselves, and you'd be right...except in this case. You see, Mithril didn't want to become a legendary hero, he wanted to become a legendary weapon
Personality: When people think of Ghost types, then tend to think of Pokemon with mischievous or outright malevolent. Likewise, the stereotype of Steel Types is their lack of emotion and reliance on cold unfeeling logic...Mithril in none of these things. He is happy, loves to make friends, ignores his brain when it disagrees with his heart and he doesn't have a cruel bone in his body (not taking into account that fact that he doesn't have a skeleton). |
52,640 | 1,429 | 7 | 1,818 | 311 | Smash waked to all this noise and yelling, she rolled over and over, several times but coulden get any sleep anymore. Jumping up she walked tail twisting out to her so called home "What's going one? Why all this noise?" she yelled looking around the pokemons as far she could see them. | Name: Smash
Gender: Female Raichu
Level: 30lv
Ability: Static
Moveset: Quick attack, Thunderbolt, Charge, Thunder wave
History: She is been lived as group of Pikachu's, which was leaded By strong elder Raichu. Smash hated to be so similar to the other group of Pikachus. She go to find the Thunderstone which the elder was hided to safe Place. It's was part of their group rules that only the accetable one to be next leader is accepted to use this stone and evolve. Smash founded the stone and evolved. She was happy but her leader thought that this will bring misfortune and exiled the Smash to the group.
Personality: She is stubborn, hot-headed and angry easely. She have her calm side too, and cares to the ones she very likes. She looks very tough guy, but she loves girly thinks. |
52,641 | 1,429 | 8 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Darkness... pain... and a few nightmares here and there until finally, I awaken in the middle of some sort of hospital. My vision was somewhat blurry, but I could still make out a tall, reddish, possibly pinkish humanoid, feminine shape entering the place, and asking... something. For some reason, I couldn't hear too well, either. Another shape, this one much more round, and significantly less humanoid seemed to stay in the room even after the humanoid shape left. I muttered something, which seemed to surprise the round figure, which I eventually recognized as a Chansey... a pokemon. She asked me "Oh my, are you awake?" though, at first I couldn't hear it, she repeated herself, and I responded with a groan. The Chansey didn't seem to have anything else to say, but, I did start to feel more energetic, and I did start to feel my wounds heal up a bit. I finally tried something, I tried to move my hand in front of my face. Unfortunately, however, I was greeted with a wing rather than a human hand. A wing similar to a bat's, yet... it wasn't quite the right color for a Zubat's, or even a Crobat's. "Wha... happened?" I finally ask, rather than mutter, which got a response from the Chansey with "Oh... you came out of the Stargate, when I found you, you were severely hurt, as well as the others..." The Stargate...? Wait... was that what I saw in my dreams yesterday? I came here from my dream...? I thought, though it sounded downright strange for any sort of dream to have an effect on reality, and yet, here I was. I finally managed to move out of my bed, and start trying to walk around this strange place, leaving the med cabin or whatever that place was after thanking the Chansey who rescued me, and not even giving a second thought to that word 'others...'
After a few failed attempts, I finally got the hang of flying, and I started to wonder where I should go after this. I wonder... perhaps there are some pokemon I don't know anything about... and if these pokemon can speak, perhaps they can write, and if they can write, I'm sure they'd have some sort of records about themselves... maybe I should head to the library, and figure out about these pokemon I don't know about. I decide, heading for the library, or, rather, flying to the nearest pokemon, and ASK where it was, and THEN head to the library after getting hopelessly lost in the town which I eventually learned was called 'Medburn', and was somewhat famous for, well, having access to the Stargate. Once I was in the library, I searched almost until I found 'A Compendium of Pokemon Species and Types' by ... someone who wanted to remain anonymous for some reason. Reading through the book, I found out about literally hundreds of pokemon that I didn't know about before, but... something got to me... there was a whole TYPE I didn't know about... it was listed after steel in this, and once I read the name of that type, I nearly screamed. I finished the book, skimming through and reading only whatever details might become necessary, and then I heard someone behind me "Oh, are you finished with your book?" I turned around to see a Sylveon... one of those new 'fairy' types. I accidentally used screech on the Sylveon, something that he (I could tell he was a he, judging from his voice) didn't appreciate very much, and I flew off in a panic... those fairies were immune to dragon type moves, and, not only that, but their moves were effective against dragons, like myself. I had no clue where I'd end up in my panic, but I honestly hoped that it would be far away from the nearest fairy... I didn't need one of those ruining something what was now REALITY. | Name: Trevor
Level: 5
Ability: Infiltrator
Moveset: -Screech -Tackle (Even though I could also know Leech Life, and Supersonic by level 5... you said TWO moves... kinda odd.)
History: It all started with the first memory Trevor ever formed... and it was a bad one. His older sister was mad at him for whatever reason, and in response, she threw her tiny fairy doll at Trevor, though, somehow, she managed to throw it right into his open mouth, causing him to choke, and nearly die from the thing... yes, his first memory was of a near-death experience. For a few years after that, he was afraid of anything resembling that fairy doll in any way, and just when he thought that he was finally done being afraid of them, his sister made him try out the Legend of Zelda, a hand-me-down from his uncle who was trying to get rid of his old gaming systems at the time... with what she called 'special, and amazing' cheats. She led him to the fairy fountain, or, one of them anyways, and she told Trevor to try to get one of them... he did, but due to her 'cheats', the fairy didn't heal him like it should have, instead, it made a loud noise and hurt Trevor's character, killing the character, and causing his sister to laugh uproariously, though, Trevor was still young, so he actually thought THIS was what normally happened when you got a fairy in that game, so, he started avoiding them in all future games. A few years later, his uncle brought another old system, the Gameboy, and another old game Final Fantasy something or other... Trevor's memory of that game was kinda fuzzy, but he does remember one thing there, the pixies, now, he didn't know that these things had the defenses of a piece of paper, so he stupidly tried using magic on them with all of his party members and predictably, it didn't go well, with the entire party getting knocked out, and just that one pixie remaining. They've struck again... was Trevor's thought at the game over scene played.
Trevor started playing pokemon after that, starting with his uncle's Red and Blue versions, yes, he had both, and his sister didn't want either of them. Thankfully, there weren't any fairies, or, at least, any sort of 'fairy-type' in the game, and the fairy-like pokemon in the game didn't seem to give him that much trouble. Trevor found a new favorite game series in pokemon, as he quickly went on to get the Silver version, and then, once he finally got a new system in the Gameboy Advance, he got the Emerald version, given that he didn't have the GBA until after Emerald came out. This was the last pokemon game he played... sure, he eventually got a 3DS, but he kinda moved on from pokemon since then, at least, that's what his parents kept telling him, so he got Bravely Default instead. Unfortunately for him, the game pretty much started off with a fairy helper, though, at the time, he didn't think anything of it, and just moved along the story as per normal, with the fairy helper getting more and more... well... strange as the story went forwards. He eventually purified the last crystal in the last world, and that's when he got to fight... HER. His party was underleveled for this fight, and he didn't have the right classes to keep everyone alive, so, every time he booted up the game, he got steamrolled by the boss... and he couldn't go anywhere else. They've struck again... was Trevor's only thought at this, remembering that this boss was, in fact, a fairy.
Then the remakes of Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire were coming out. Trevor was, as expected, excited for this, and he saved up some money to get one of the games for himself, even if his parents didn't want him to get it. That's when the dreams started. Much like with Bravely Default, he didn't think much of them at the time, but, they kept getting stranger day by day, but, this was the day, the new pokemon games were finally coming out... he just had to sleep through tonight. He did just that, however, where he woke up wasn't his home, but some sort of rocky wasteland. Trevor didn't get a lot of time to think about, or observe this place, as the next thing he knew, he was attacked by pokemon, as well as other strange creatures he didn't really know about, but assumed were also pokemon, and was knocked out almost immediately. He woke up again, this time in some sort of medical cabin, with a pink, tall pokemon looking over him. He tried to say something, but couldn't due to a mix of exhaustion and pain, and he tried to move his arms only for a wing to come into his view... a wing that resembled a bat's. It wasn't the right color for zubat, golbat, or crobat, so he had no idea what he was, other than that he, at least thanks to the what he now knew was an Audino's speech about how he got here, and where this was. Since that day, he looked around in some books to get information on the pokemon he missed in gen 4, gen 5, and gen 6, and when he was looking at types... he saw it, the fairy type... no... that can't be! It was right after steel, and was immune to dragon-type attacks. He also checked what kind of pokemon he was, and figured out that he was a pokemon known as a Noibat... which was a dragon type. They've struck again...
Personality: Trevor is cautious, if not simply timid. He'll usually try to help out others, however, he'll also be the first to flee in any dangerous situation. Due to some history with his childhood, he's particularly afraid of the fairy type... that being said he doesn't know some pokemon ARE fairy-types, so he won't fear them until he figures that out. |
52,642 | 1,429 | 9 | 26 | 2,681 | Haven & Rin
Haven and Rin awoke, the faint green glow o ft he mushrooms and plants illuminating the corners of their eyes. When they finally got up, they were met by a Honedge, who was apparently, on acid. They met him with a face that said, oh, well, let me just show you...
"Ummmmm... No. But can you get us out of here. We were trapped by-" Rin was interrupted by the same rattle that she heard before, before she was taken out by a mouthful of fangs. Rin shuttered, emitting a fuchsia glow, from under her mushroom cap. The glow became brighter, and brighter, as a silhouette came closer, and closer to her. She heard the hiss of the Arbok, as he coiled up, and launched at Rin. Rin emitting a purple blast from under her mushroom cap instinctively, and sent the Arbok, coiling up with pain.
Then came the Bisharp, jumping down from a thick branch on a tree. Hitting Haven in the face as he did so. An extra metallic coat, and a surge of blue energy came over his right blade, as he tried to swipe at Haven, who barely got out of the way.
The Arbok, staying away from the Ralts who caused him pain, then went to the Honedge, who, to the Arbok, looked like he was on acid. Was he actually, by the looks of it, probably. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,643 | 1,429 | 10 | 397 | 2,221 | Hey! Jumping out and attacking people like that is...not...nice! As Mithril yelled that last word, he did so while focusing Metal Sound on the Arbok, stunning it with sound that made Justin Bieber sound like he was Frank Sinatra. While the Poison Type was still staggered, Mithril hit him with Shadow Sneak, the mass of blackness that was his shadow crept over the the Arbok before lashing out at it. Then, taking his sheathe off and holding it in his cloth hand, his blade glowed with his next attack; Aerial Ace. Dashing forward to the Arbok, he quickly slashed him with his body, knocking him out. "Woop! For great justice!" Mithril triumphantly cried. It was then that he took notice of the Bisharp "hey, I just said that stuff was not nice!" he called out to the other partial Steel Type as he blindly charged at him, waving his sheathe around like a mad man as he did. | Name: Mithril
Level: 23
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Metal Sound, Automatize, Shadow Sneak, Arial Ace
History: Mithril grew up in the mountains, in a community of Steel Types. Over all, his childhood was pretty good. His family was always able to eat, and he never had any real problems with his peers. However there was one thing odd about it; when he was still a newborn, his parents would read him stories of legendary heros to get him to sleep. One would think that having such stories in one's life might inspire them to rise up and become a here themselves, and you'd be right...except in this case. You see, Mithril didn't want to become a legendary hero, he wanted to become a legendary weapon
Personality: When people think of Ghost types, then tend to think of Pokemon with mischievous or outright malevolent. Likewise, the stereotype of Steel Types is their lack of emotion and reliance on cold unfeeling logic...Mithril in none of these things. He is happy, loves to make friends, ignores his brain when it disagrees with his heart and he doesn't have a cruel bone in his body (not taking into account that fact that he doesn't have a skeleton). |
52,644 | 1,429 | 11 | 26 | 2,681 | The Bisharp, originally going for Haven, was interrupted by a Honedge, who thought he could take him. Yeah right. The Bisharp left arm, had been covered in darkness, and he pointed it at the Honedge. A ray of darkness pinned the Honedge to the wall. The Bisharp would have kept him there, but was interrupted by Rin, who tried to use confusion on him, which did nothing. "Weak. Pathetic. I'll put you in your place!"
The Bisharps arm-blade-thing glowed with brilliance, as he slashed it across Rin's face, sending her down onto the ground, covered in dirt. He then picked up Haven, and beat her across a tree, and then went over to his Arbok friend, and dragged him deeper into the forest. Someplace unknown. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,645 | 1,429 | 12 | 2,215 | 997 | Humming pleasantly as he made a sweet soiree into the Phosphor Forest, Gris stopped suddenly. Something caught his eye from beneath the shade of a great tree. There was a really interesting... something sprouting from the earth! Curiously, he poked at it a few times, chuckling at the mushroom's bouncy texture. He saw that there were many more, scattered around as if someone had dropped them out of a bag and they had just begun to root again. They were, oddly enough, black with pink speckles, and the to-be masseuse plucked one from its moist home. He sniffed it experimentally a few times, before snapping it in two, stump in one paw and cap on the other. It smelled like peppermint mixed with something sour, and he was a little afraid to try it. Maybe when he got back to the town, he could go to the dojo to give Yere and Iya a taste. They had strong stomachs, he was sure.
Physical peace was linked to mental peace, so of course he was going to open up his spa near the dojo. After pokemon had spent all their energy, they could come and strengthen their spiritual sense in his baths and other goodies! Looking at the cute little mushroom cap reminded him that he was also looking for Rin. Though he was sure the ralts could handle herself alright, it was fairly easy to get frazzled and forget how to fight, especially if you were a little baby. Maybe he could have a section in his spa for young pokemon? Yea, that would be good. It would make his spa popular with people of all ages!
Foraging with all fours, Gris' eys went wide when a voice echoed through the woods. For... great... justice? How much trouble could a few kids get into?! Making a mad dash in the direction of the voice, the mincinno began to wonder what had happened. The only sounds he usually heard in the forest was the rustling of the leaves and the occasional agitated local. Coming to a clearing, he saw a green mushroom cap and the fluffy wings of a swablu. "The girls!" He was about to exclaim, but it only came out as a hiss. A part of him was going to rush forward and embrace the two, but something was off. It was then that through the branches he spotted several other pokemon, all appearing to be menacing in their own way. A huge serpent pokemon and two made of metal fought. Gris sunk into his hiding place behind the trees. Obviously the girls were in trouble, but he was too frozen to move. What could he do? Both the steel types could hack his soft body into mincemeat so the arbok could have him for a snack!
There was a loud clash of metal when the honedge and bisharp's blades met. The cool lick of steel echoed through the forest and Gris took another glace at Rin and Haven. The battle wore on, and the grey pokemon was left cowering in his hiding spot even as they were hauled away. Only the honedge remained. The battle was over, but the weight of dread still hung over him. Or was it a different heavy feeling? Gritting his teeth, the mincinno felt a fiery feeling well up in his stomach. He pounced at the honedge with a roar, tumbling in midair and letting his tail glow black before bringing it down on the sword like pokemon.
"You... You let them get away!" He shouted, panting quickly. It felt so heavy he was almost kept from standing. Why was he blaming the sword pokemon when he had actually fought he attackers and he had stood to the side like a- a rodent? Gris fell onto his back, eyes red around the edges. "That cloud looks like a mushroom." He mused to no one in particular. "Wait." He suddenly sat up, feeling his eardrum vibrate. His large fluffy ears made for much stronger hearing than the average pokemon. He could hear their footprints crunch on twigs and dried leaves on the forest floor. "They... They went that way!" | Name: Gris
Level: 12
Ability: Cute Charm
Moveset: Knock Off, Baby Doll Eyes, Helping Hand, Tickle
History: After high-tailing it away from the family, Gris eventually wandered into the town of Melburn. He decided that the town would be the perfect place to hone his skills- as a masseuse!
The many dungeons around the town, he reasoned, would be the perfect place to forage for supplies. Because he didn't have the money and supplies to build his establishment, he decided to become an adventurer in order to promote his future business and to raise funds.
Personality: This minccino is easily distracted, and appears to always be scuttling around and observing absolutely everything. This by no means makes him an idiot, but he's not exactly an alert pokemon. Gris often laughs at jokes long after they have been told, and if he spots something that piques his interest, will leave mid-sentence to investigate it. |
52,646 | 1,429 | 13 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina slowly woke up, a bursting headache. She stared forwards, seeing the room.
"Finally awoke I see..." a voice then said. She turned around to see a chansey... in the living flesh. She stared at her for a bit before suddenly backing away, only to feel... small... smaller then a human. She then started to look at herself... and the first thing that came out of her mouth was a scream, before remembering when she first woke up here. What happened to her! Why was she round and small. And why were pokemons here! She then started to remember... a togepi... that what she was now! But... how???
"It's ok... it's ok... you came from the stargate... we don't know how but I found you laying there with some others." she then said. Celina stared for a bit, and then looked down. The tournament... her friends... her familly.... she felt the pain now, feeling that she just lost them... that life threw a curve ball at her and that she would not see them again.
"Leave me be... please..." she says, staying to cry now. The chansey stared at her, and breath deeply.
"Alright..." the Chansey then said, before leaving. Celina just stayed in the bed, crying, thinking about what happened. It took her about half a hour to stop crying, and then get up. She looked forwards, and cleaned her tears. Others... others had been stripped of their life like her. Unfortunately for her, she played pokemon till gen 5.... and she stopped afterwards, not getting any gen 6 games, being too busy with her shooter game. She though about it more.... togepi.... a normal type... she had to be a normal type... She got up, before the chansey saw her going to walk.
"Your alright now?" she asks.
"I... am.... I only saw one other in the room... wheres the other person?" she asks.
"Hes already awake.... although he left the building" the chansey then said, before Celina moved out of the room, going to search for that other guy. He probably was confused on how all this happen also... She needed to find out what was going on! | Name: Celina Letendre
Level: 5
Ability: Serene Grace
Moveset: Charm, Metronome
History: Celina started her life rather normally, her dad worked as a financial advisor for small companies, and her mother stayed at home, working on cleaning up as well as taking care of buying everything that was needed in the house. Life was rather calm for Celina, because she didn’t cause a lot of trouble, although compare to other girls, she didn’t like dolls and such. Instead, she was more of a gamer girl, playing rather popular video games, but being more towards strategics games.
So life continued on, although at school, she didn’t really fit in with other girls, who talked more about beauty and other things, like fashion. This didn’t really interest her, because at a young age, accuriteher mother constantly told her that beauty was from within, not from the outside, and she actually believed that.
So she kept doing her things, playing her games at school but actually making friends with the boys at school, even if they sometimes made fun of her for being a girl… which they regretted not long after as she pulled the guilty boys hair and then looked at him in the face, serious and with a mean look. They stopped soon after with bothering her with this, thinking it was not even worth making fun about it.
School wise, she actually had good grades, especially in mathematics, beating most of the people in class. This got her the reputation of nerdy girl… but she actually didn’t care. They didn’t know what they were saying. She just continued on with her life, making friends and actually playing online, and surprisingly playing shooters and such.
At first as she played, she didn’t use any mics, so no one actually knew she was a girl, and she kept on dominating players on servers, being very accurate in her shots, and actually using commands to keep her team in track of what was going on. Then one day, when she got her mic during vacation… people in her friend list coulden’t believe it was her. A girl all this time was dominating everyone… It was then she was invited on a tournament with the best players of the game. She knew she was going to have a lot of fun there…
It was in a couple of days… but she started having weird dreams…. Dreams that didn’t make any sense to her. But she didn’t think anything about them. She was getting ready for the tournament… Then the next day the tournament was going to start… she coulden’t wait… She went to sleep… but she didn’t wake up where she though she would….
Instead, she woke up in a strange world with a rocky wasteland all around. She looked around confused, feeling weak. She tried to walk, only to find it rather difficult for her to even more properly. She looked down, seeing her body… She had become a togepi! She started to freak out until something hit her…
She then woke up in Medburn, in a strange building where a Chansey was healing her wounds. Although all this… all this made her confused… why was she like this… what changed her… and the tournament… she was suppose to go play, and now it was ruined… Her friends… what would they think of her having gone away like that…. She started to cry a bit for the first hours, wanting to be alone.
Then she started to feel better, and started to study about where she landed, trying to get the most information on what happened, why she was here. She didn’t get much information except she came from a Stargate and about mystery dungeons appearing cause of them. What would she do…. She coulden’t go and stand there to do nothing… she had to figure out what was going on, fix it and possibly go back home…. And to home her friends would forgive her for disappearing like that.
Personality: Celina is more of a easy-going girl, although rather intelligent, being able to think quickly in situations. She can also be serious when needed. She dislikes being alone, and is rather friendly. |
52,647 | 1,429 | 14 | 26 | 2,681 | ???
Bloody Beaches
She floated above the sand of the bloody beaches, not making a sound. She watched the Gabite go deeper into the dungeon, and she followed, her shadowy figure, gliding across the fine grains of rock. The trickier that he entered, was a sort of rock tunnel, leading to smaller tide pools. The iron in the water gave off a red tint. With each drop, it rippled, like the waves of the Stargate, their end goal...
Taking her mind off the Stargate, she continued to silently follow the Gabite. As they went through the second funnel of sorts, ore began sticking out of the rock, and the water on the other side, was significantly brighter than the one prior. After a couple more funnels, and rock ways, she came to a stash. Money. Lots of it. She already knew what he was after. More. He was greedy, self centered, he would only care of the benefit of himself, but that would be his downfall. She cleared her mind, and spoke to him.
"If it's money you want, I have it." | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,648 | 1,429 | 15 | 837 | 2,970 | Mizu "The Golden Gabite"
Bloody Beaches
Mizu turned around as he heard a voice call out to him. "Who's there!" He looked around and moved closer to his money. He bared his teeth and cracked his neck. The words that were said than caught up to him as greed filled his eyes. "Do you now? Show yourself so I can take it then!" Mizu smiled as his claws gleaned in the light. His greed knew no limits, money was power and he needed to be stronger. He would be strong enough to protect his money. He would never let anyone take it from him. He would be the strongest ever. He would be stronger than Arceus itself. | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
52,649 | 1,429 | 16 | 26 | 2,681 | She raised a brow at the greed filled Gabite. "Of course you know it's not going to be that easy. Or has your greed overcome you?" Even though the Gabite didn't see it, the Bannette smirked, then slowly, chuckled. The Banette silently moved closer to the Gabite, away from the shadows, and into the dim light, so that he could see her powerful eyes, and her serious face.
She cleared her mind, and took a deep breath. Her serious side, was now in control. "Of course, you know, that money, gives you power, but to get money, you must already have power. I have an offer to propose to you, that will give you both." | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,650 | 1,429 | 17 | 837 | 2,970 | Mizu
Bloody Beaches
Mizu frowned as the Bannete insulted him. As soon as he found her he would destroy her and throw her out of the Beaches himself. But then she offered both money and power and his grin came back even wider as he considered her offer. He liked the sound of money and power at the same time. Her words made sense, a lot of it. The Bannete's eyes appeared in the darkness with a strong glow. She was in view now, he could probably rush her. "What would I need to give? Because I'm not giving up any of my treasure if that's what you want." Mizu replied as his legs relaxed slightly. She didn't seem to be a threat. Yet. He made sure to keep looking intimidating just in case though. | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
52,651 | 1,429 | 18 | 1,448 | 3,925 | I continued flying around, panicked, and thinking about what horrors those evil fairies might cause should any of them ever get annoyed with me, and then figure out that I probably will NEVER be able to return to that library, given how I left that place. In my panic, I fly by an odd forest with a group of strange pokemon, and eventually fly back into town. I started to fly lower, and had to actively dodge pokemon, though, I still felt as if I was being chased... even if I knew I wasn't. I passed by a weird rock-type that had one giant eye in the middle of its body, two legs, and no arms who somehow produced another rock and somehow threw said rock at me, causing me to start to crash, and I eventually do so after bumping into a poor togepi who just happened to be in the way. "GAH... oh, uh, sorry miss," I end up saying to her. I then look behind me really quickly just to ensure that there were no fairies trying to kill me, and, thankfully, there weren't... at least, for now. I then add "Er... also, sorry about the loud screaming earlier... I kinda just got to this world. The other pokemon said something about a Stargate, and me somehow entering it... whoops, I've been rambling, sorry about that," I then take a few steps back, finally realizing that I was just a bit too close to the Togepi for comfort... of course, while that was true for humans in my world, things might be different here, and I might be angering the Togepi by NOT standing that close. I then notice some scratches, scuffs, and bruises... yeah, I looked like a mess, and that was all from that unknown rock-type attack, not to mention the landing. Heck, the fact that I'm still conscious might just be an accomplishment considering how much both of those things hurt. | Name: Trevor
Level: 5
Ability: Infiltrator
Moveset: -Screech -Tackle (Even though I could also know Leech Life, and Supersonic by level 5... you said TWO moves... kinda odd.)
History: It all started with the first memory Trevor ever formed... and it was a bad one. His older sister was mad at him for whatever reason, and in response, she threw her tiny fairy doll at Trevor, though, somehow, she managed to throw it right into his open mouth, causing him to choke, and nearly die from the thing... yes, his first memory was of a near-death experience. For a few years after that, he was afraid of anything resembling that fairy doll in any way, and just when he thought that he was finally done being afraid of them, his sister made him try out the Legend of Zelda, a hand-me-down from his uncle who was trying to get rid of his old gaming systems at the time... with what she called 'special, and amazing' cheats. She led him to the fairy fountain, or, one of them anyways, and she told Trevor to try to get one of them... he did, but due to her 'cheats', the fairy didn't heal him like it should have, instead, it made a loud noise and hurt Trevor's character, killing the character, and causing his sister to laugh uproariously, though, Trevor was still young, so he actually thought THIS was what normally happened when you got a fairy in that game, so, he started avoiding them in all future games. A few years later, his uncle brought another old system, the Gameboy, and another old game Final Fantasy something or other... Trevor's memory of that game was kinda fuzzy, but he does remember one thing there, the pixies, now, he didn't know that these things had the defenses of a piece of paper, so he stupidly tried using magic on them with all of his party members and predictably, it didn't go well, with the entire party getting knocked out, and just that one pixie remaining. They've struck again... was Trevor's thought at the game over scene played.
Trevor started playing pokemon after that, starting with his uncle's Red and Blue versions, yes, he had both, and his sister didn't want either of them. Thankfully, there weren't any fairies, or, at least, any sort of 'fairy-type' in the game, and the fairy-like pokemon in the game didn't seem to give him that much trouble. Trevor found a new favorite game series in pokemon, as he quickly went on to get the Silver version, and then, once he finally got a new system in the Gameboy Advance, he got the Emerald version, given that he didn't have the GBA until after Emerald came out. This was the last pokemon game he played... sure, he eventually got a 3DS, but he kinda moved on from pokemon since then, at least, that's what his parents kept telling him, so he got Bravely Default instead. Unfortunately for him, the game pretty much started off with a fairy helper, though, at the time, he didn't think anything of it, and just moved along the story as per normal, with the fairy helper getting more and more... well... strange as the story went forwards. He eventually purified the last crystal in the last world, and that's when he got to fight... HER. His party was underleveled for this fight, and he didn't have the right classes to keep everyone alive, so, every time he booted up the game, he got steamrolled by the boss... and he couldn't go anywhere else. They've struck again... was Trevor's only thought at this, remembering that this boss was, in fact, a fairy.
Then the remakes of Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire were coming out. Trevor was, as expected, excited for this, and he saved up some money to get one of the games for himself, even if his parents didn't want him to get it. That's when the dreams started. Much like with Bravely Default, he didn't think much of them at the time, but, they kept getting stranger day by day, but, this was the day, the new pokemon games were finally coming out... he just had to sleep through tonight. He did just that, however, where he woke up wasn't his home, but some sort of rocky wasteland. Trevor didn't get a lot of time to think about, or observe this place, as the next thing he knew, he was attacked by pokemon, as well as other strange creatures he didn't really know about, but assumed were also pokemon, and was knocked out almost immediately. He woke up again, this time in some sort of medical cabin, with a pink, tall pokemon looking over him. He tried to say something, but couldn't due to a mix of exhaustion and pain, and he tried to move his arms only for a wing to come into his view... a wing that resembled a bat's. It wasn't the right color for zubat, golbat, or crobat, so he had no idea what he was, other than that he, at least thanks to the what he now knew was an Audino's speech about how he got here, and where this was. Since that day, he looked around in some books to get information on the pokemon he missed in gen 4, gen 5, and gen 6, and when he was looking at types... he saw it, the fairy type... no... that can't be! It was right after steel, and was immune to dragon-type attacks. He also checked what kind of pokemon he was, and figured out that he was a pokemon known as a Noibat... which was a dragon type. They've struck again...
Personality: Trevor is cautious, if not simply timid. He'll usually try to help out others, however, he'll also be the first to flee in any dangerous situation. Due to some history with his childhood, he's particularly afraid of the fairy type... that being said he doesn't know some pokemon ARE fairy-types, so he won't fear them until he figures that out. |
52,652 | 1,429 | 19 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina was just walking around casually, looking around, confused a bit by this place, before a strange bat thing suddenly crashed into her, making her fall down. She then started to get up, and stared at him as he started to talk.
"It's ok." she says before he continued, and then continued to talk, about screaming and how he just arrived in the world. She stared at him for a bit, and looked at him from top to bottom.
"Uhm... well... this is awkward... I... just got in this world also... by that Stargate thing..." she then says, looking down. She holded the sensations about wanting to cry at the moment.
"I don't know why we were brought here... I was about to go and get into a tournament back home the next day... only to wake up here... and to think I wasen't up to date with Pokemon and went until gen 5... Life seemed to have given a cruel fate to me..." she then says, looking down. She sighed.
"Names Celina by the way..." she then says. | Name: Celina Letendre
Level: 5
Ability: Serene Grace
Moveset: Charm, Metronome
History: Celina started her life rather normally, her dad worked as a financial advisor for small companies, and her mother stayed at home, working on cleaning up as well as taking care of buying everything that was needed in the house. Life was rather calm for Celina, because she didn’t cause a lot of trouble, although compare to other girls, she didn’t like dolls and such. Instead, she was more of a gamer girl, playing rather popular video games, but being more towards strategics games.
So life continued on, although at school, she didn’t really fit in with other girls, who talked more about beauty and other things, like fashion. This didn’t really interest her, because at a young age, accuriteher mother constantly told her that beauty was from within, not from the outside, and she actually believed that.
So she kept doing her things, playing her games at school but actually making friends with the boys at school, even if they sometimes made fun of her for being a girl… which they regretted not long after as she pulled the guilty boys hair and then looked at him in the face, serious and with a mean look. They stopped soon after with bothering her with this, thinking it was not even worth making fun about it.
School wise, she actually had good grades, especially in mathematics, beating most of the people in class. This got her the reputation of nerdy girl… but she actually didn’t care. They didn’t know what they were saying. She just continued on with her life, making friends and actually playing online, and surprisingly playing shooters and such.
At first as she played, she didn’t use any mics, so no one actually knew she was a girl, and she kept on dominating players on servers, being very accurate in her shots, and actually using commands to keep her team in track of what was going on. Then one day, when she got her mic during vacation… people in her friend list coulden’t believe it was her. A girl all this time was dominating everyone… It was then she was invited on a tournament with the best players of the game. She knew she was going to have a lot of fun there…
It was in a couple of days… but she started having weird dreams…. Dreams that didn’t make any sense to her. But she didn’t think anything about them. She was getting ready for the tournament… Then the next day the tournament was going to start… she coulden’t wait… She went to sleep… but she didn’t wake up where she though she would….
Instead, she woke up in a strange world with a rocky wasteland all around. She looked around confused, feeling weak. She tried to walk, only to find it rather difficult for her to even more properly. She looked down, seeing her body… She had become a togepi! She started to freak out until something hit her…
She then woke up in Medburn, in a strange building where a Chansey was healing her wounds. Although all this… all this made her confused… why was she like this… what changed her… and the tournament… she was suppose to go play, and now it was ruined… Her friends… what would they think of her having gone away like that…. She started to cry a bit for the first hours, wanting to be alone.
Then she started to feel better, and started to study about where she landed, trying to get the most information on what happened, why she was here. She didn’t get much information except she came from a Stargate and about mystery dungeons appearing cause of them. What would she do…. She coulden’t go and stand there to do nothing… she had to figure out what was going on, fix it and possibly go back home…. And to home her friends would forgive her for disappearing like that.
Personality: Celina is more of a easy-going girl, although rather intelligent, being able to think quickly in situations. She can also be serious when needed. She dislikes being alone, and is rather friendly. |
52,653 | 1,429 | 20 | 397 | 2,221 | The foul villains had been routed, now was the time for celebration "Yayyyyyyyyyyy!" Mithril cheered as he sheathed himself. Suddenly, he was overcome with an abnormal-by-most-Pokemon's-standers-but-honestly-par-for-the-course-for-him urge "I must celebrate this momentous occasion...in song!" And then Mithril began to sing. Don't ask how dammit, that way lies madness.
Right in the middle of his little...whatever that was he was suddenly attacked by Mincinno. It hit him with some kind of Dark Type attack, which hurt him really bad thanks to his Ghost Typing. His single eye was now watering and threatening to overflow with tears "w-w-w-why did you hit me? Unless..." and that's when it hit him; using a type of logic that only made sense to internet bloggers, Southern Baptists, the people who like fruit cake, people suffering from a lobotomy, greeting card writers, and people who watch cat videos online, he deduced the only possible explanation "you're my destined partner!" Shaking in excitement, Mithril floated over to the Mincinno and fastened himself to the Normal Type's back with his hand sash "Oh I just knew I'd find you...I knew it! My name's Mithril, what's your new best friend for ever and ever?" | Name: Mithril
Level: 23
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Metal Sound, Automatize, Shadow Sneak, Arial Ace
History: Mithril grew up in the mountains, in a community of Steel Types. Over all, his childhood was pretty good. His family was always able to eat, and he never had any real problems with his peers. However there was one thing odd about it; when he was still a newborn, his parents would read him stories of legendary heros to get him to sleep. One would think that having such stories in one's life might inspire them to rise up and become a here themselves, and you'd be right...except in this case. You see, Mithril didn't want to become a legendary hero, he wanted to become a legendary weapon
Personality: When people think of Ghost types, then tend to think of Pokemon with mischievous or outright malevolent. Likewise, the stereotype of Steel Types is their lack of emotion and reliance on cold unfeeling logic...Mithril in none of these things. He is happy, loves to make friends, ignores his brain when it disagrees with his heart and he doesn't have a cruel bone in his body (not taking into account that fact that he doesn't have a skeleton). |
52,654 | 1,429 | 21 | 2,215 | 997 | Though Gris felt a little bad that he had struck the other pokemon, the girls were in trouble! Who knew what creepy forest-dwellers would do a few defenseless children? Simply thinking about it made his fur stand on end. He could hear the clanking of metal, though it was growing fainter... and fainter... At any moment, the sound would be lost completely and his only hope of hm finding Rin and Haven with it. There was more riding on this rescue than just the well-being of a few pokemon, though. If he could pull this off, there was no doubt he would be able to finally start making some progress to building..!
Gris let out a squeak of surprise as the honedge spoke up. His eyes were wide, staring at the single optic of the ghost type. It was like staring into the face of a sword who had tarnished. How did he get himself into these messes? This morning no sooner had he stepped out of the inn had Lana rushed him with her problem, and now he was going to be cut in half by a steel type whose feelings were hurt! At the very least, he was going to get a few scratches.
The last thing he expected was for Mythril to proclaim their friendship and place himself around his waist. Did all honedge usually behave like swords or was this crimson red one just odd? Either way, Gris couldn't stop the confused smile that spread across his face. Medburn was full of eccentric pokemon, but this one was downright insane. Or maybe he was just happy? Gris realized he wasn't in danger, and the tension faded away. "Sorry about hitting you?" He awkwardly said before tapping at Mithril's metal body. Metals were fun to use in baths too, and steel type pokemon usually appreciated a nice polishing. Heat therapy was also a favorite, though too much would hurt the client. "I'm Gris, adventurer and future masseuse. And I don't really have time to talk right now," He said as he scampered toward the faint footsteps. "I need to hurry up if I'm going to save those two." | Name: Gris
Level: 12
Ability: Cute Charm
Moveset: Knock Off, Baby Doll Eyes, Helping Hand, Tickle
History: After high-tailing it away from the family, Gris eventually wandered into the town of Melburn. He decided that the town would be the perfect place to hone his skills- as a masseuse!
The many dungeons around the town, he reasoned, would be the perfect place to forage for supplies. Because he didn't have the money and supplies to build his establishment, he decided to become an adventurer in order to promote his future business and to raise funds.
Personality: This minccino is easily distracted, and appears to always be scuttling around and observing absolutely everything. This by no means makes him an idiot, but he's not exactly an alert pokemon. Gris often laughs at jokes long after they have been told, and if he spots something that piques his interest, will leave mid-sentence to investigate it. |
52,655 | 1,429 | 22 | 26 | 2,681 | In her mind, she frowned. "If I was giving you treasure and money, why would I ask for some in return." The Bannete shook her head. "That's not what I want from you. I have a task for you. She stopped, waiting for a reaction, but there was none, so she continued. "A rather dangerous one, but, that is a small price to pay, for money, and power. With all of that, you could move out, of this iron filled wreck, and move somewhere, and live in, maybe, Dragons Altar. You can have anything."
It was true that she would give him money. Money that would make his pile look like nothing. But she had surplus of it, so why not give it away. She waited for a reply from the Gabite, who was obviously taking his time to think it out. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,656 | 1,429 | 23 | 397 | 2,221 | Yay! Mithtil cheered "our first epic quest as weapon and wielder. I'm...so...excited!" he squeaked out that last part while shaking. However this time he was able to get his enthusiasm under control much quicker. Unwrapping himself from Gris (the name of his new best friend forever and ever), he quickly removed his sheathe again and moved himself over to Gris' right hand. Placing his handle in the paw of the Normal Type, he quickly re-wrapped himself around the arm of his new best friend forever and ever, while making sure to leave some of his sash arm to hold his sheathe. Then, using Automatize, he made himself weightless
"Weeeee!!!!" Mithril squeed "this is going to be so much fun! Our first epic quest together" he repeated himself, having forgotten that he had already said that in his excitement. "Storming evil lairs, preventing the end of the world, thwarting evil cults, stopping jaywalkers. This is the start of something beautiful, new best friend forever and ever Gris. I can just feel it in my body parts. It feels like gas...victorious gas!" | Name: Mithril
Level: 23
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Metal Sound, Automatize, Shadow Sneak, Arial Ace
History: Mithril grew up in the mountains, in a community of Steel Types. Over all, his childhood was pretty good. His family was always able to eat, and he never had any real problems with his peers. However there was one thing odd about it; when he was still a newborn, his parents would read him stories of legendary heros to get him to sleep. One would think that having such stories in one's life might inspire them to rise up and become a here themselves, and you'd be right...except in this case. You see, Mithril didn't want to become a legendary hero, he wanted to become a legendary weapon
Personality: When people think of Ghost types, then tend to think of Pokemon with mischievous or outright malevolent. Likewise, the stereotype of Steel Types is their lack of emotion and reliance on cold unfeeling logic...Mithril in none of these things. He is happy, loves to make friends, ignores his brain when it disagrees with his heart and he doesn't have a cruel bone in his body (not taking into account that fact that he doesn't have a skeleton). |
52,657 | 1,429 | 24 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Well, Celina was surely quick to forgive, as she introduced herself rather than spitting at me, or attacking me... unlike a certain rock. She also told me that she was from the Stargate, as well, and started talking about missing her family, and the tournament, as well as gen 5, so I end up saying "Well... you apparently missed a lot, Celina. There's a whole new type that you probably aren't aware of... the reason I flew off like I did... the... FAIRY type," I then add "Oh, and, the name's Trevor, and as weird as it sounds, yes, I'm afraid of fairies, now more than ever given that they can mess things up in reality... just like that one time... my first memory..." I then shudder, and afterwards start to wonder why we were summoned here, and, from the same world no less. Heck, for all I knew, we even came from the exact same time. I remained silent, thinking about what I could use as a sort of test to see if she got here from the exact same time that I did, moving towards the only strange-looking building in the town as I think about the question. I eventually come up with "Hey... when you got here, were the third gen remakes just about to come out?" of course, I didn't expect her to know, but if she did, and she said 'yes', then that Stargate had to have plucked us from the same time, and the same world. Finally making it to the strange building, several pokemon seemed to be coming in and out from it with various bags, and maps, and things. I then read the sign 'Exploration Guild'... Maybe if I sign up here, I'll find out more about why this happened... as in, why me? Why from my world... and more importantly, why at all? I think as I check to make sure Celina was still following me. She was the only pokemon I actually knew in this place, so, obviously I didn't want to lose her immediately. | Name: Trevor
Level: 5
Ability: Infiltrator
Moveset: -Screech -Tackle (Even though I could also know Leech Life, and Supersonic by level 5... you said TWO moves... kinda odd.)
History: It all started with the first memory Trevor ever formed... and it was a bad one. His older sister was mad at him for whatever reason, and in response, she threw her tiny fairy doll at Trevor, though, somehow, she managed to throw it right into his open mouth, causing him to choke, and nearly die from the thing... yes, his first memory was of a near-death experience. For a few years after that, he was afraid of anything resembling that fairy doll in any way, and just when he thought that he was finally done being afraid of them, his sister made him try out the Legend of Zelda, a hand-me-down from his uncle who was trying to get rid of his old gaming systems at the time... with what she called 'special, and amazing' cheats. She led him to the fairy fountain, or, one of them anyways, and she told Trevor to try to get one of them... he did, but due to her 'cheats', the fairy didn't heal him like it should have, instead, it made a loud noise and hurt Trevor's character, killing the character, and causing his sister to laugh uproariously, though, Trevor was still young, so he actually thought THIS was what normally happened when you got a fairy in that game, so, he started avoiding them in all future games. A few years later, his uncle brought another old system, the Gameboy, and another old game Final Fantasy something or other... Trevor's memory of that game was kinda fuzzy, but he does remember one thing there, the pixies, now, he didn't know that these things had the defenses of a piece of paper, so he stupidly tried using magic on them with all of his party members and predictably, it didn't go well, with the entire party getting knocked out, and just that one pixie remaining. They've struck again... was Trevor's thought at the game over scene played.
Trevor started playing pokemon after that, starting with his uncle's Red and Blue versions, yes, he had both, and his sister didn't want either of them. Thankfully, there weren't any fairies, or, at least, any sort of 'fairy-type' in the game, and the fairy-like pokemon in the game didn't seem to give him that much trouble. Trevor found a new favorite game series in pokemon, as he quickly went on to get the Silver version, and then, once he finally got a new system in the Gameboy Advance, he got the Emerald version, given that he didn't have the GBA until after Emerald came out. This was the last pokemon game he played... sure, he eventually got a 3DS, but he kinda moved on from pokemon since then, at least, that's what his parents kept telling him, so he got Bravely Default instead. Unfortunately for him, the game pretty much started off with a fairy helper, though, at the time, he didn't think anything of it, and just moved along the story as per normal, with the fairy helper getting more and more... well... strange as the story went forwards. He eventually purified the last crystal in the last world, and that's when he got to fight... HER. His party was underleveled for this fight, and he didn't have the right classes to keep everyone alive, so, every time he booted up the game, he got steamrolled by the boss... and he couldn't go anywhere else. They've struck again... was Trevor's only thought at this, remembering that this boss was, in fact, a fairy.
Then the remakes of Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire were coming out. Trevor was, as expected, excited for this, and he saved up some money to get one of the games for himself, even if his parents didn't want him to get it. That's when the dreams started. Much like with Bravely Default, he didn't think much of them at the time, but, they kept getting stranger day by day, but, this was the day, the new pokemon games were finally coming out... he just had to sleep through tonight. He did just that, however, where he woke up wasn't his home, but some sort of rocky wasteland. Trevor didn't get a lot of time to think about, or observe this place, as the next thing he knew, he was attacked by pokemon, as well as other strange creatures he didn't really know about, but assumed were also pokemon, and was knocked out almost immediately. He woke up again, this time in some sort of medical cabin, with a pink, tall pokemon looking over him. He tried to say something, but couldn't due to a mix of exhaustion and pain, and he tried to move his arms only for a wing to come into his view... a wing that resembled a bat's. It wasn't the right color for zubat, golbat, or crobat, so he had no idea what he was, other than that he, at least thanks to the what he now knew was an Audino's speech about how he got here, and where this was. Since that day, he looked around in some books to get information on the pokemon he missed in gen 4, gen 5, and gen 6, and when he was looking at types... he saw it, the fairy type... no... that can't be! It was right after steel, and was immune to dragon-type attacks. He also checked what kind of pokemon he was, and figured out that he was a pokemon known as a Noibat... which was a dragon type. They've struck again...
Personality: Trevor is cautious, if not simply timid. He'll usually try to help out others, however, he'll also be the first to flee in any dangerous situation. Due to some history with his childhood, he's particularly afraid of the fairy type... that being said he doesn't know some pokemon ARE fairy-types, so he won't fear them until he figures that out. |
52,658 | 1,429 | 25 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina listened to what that bat called Trevor said, telling her he was afraid of fairies... She stared a bit. It seemed a bit ridiculous but... maybe something happened before that made him be really afraid of them. At least there weren't any fairies around, she though. She fallowed him, seeing the sign about the exploration guild. She looked at him and then though a bit.
"I... think so. I didn't really fallow on that part, heard about it like a month ago but was too busy with my others games." she says calmly, before looking forwards.
"Fairy type... I kinda... heard about it a bit from some people, but didn't really look into it and all." she says, looking down a bit. She breath deeply. At least she found someone that lived the same situation as her for this... although afraid of fairies, that was a first for her. She was wondering what actually caused this though. And from everyone in her world, why her and Trevor.
"Think this place might be able to help us?" she then asks in a low tone, unsure | Name: Celina Letendre
Level: 5
Ability: Serene Grace
Moveset: Charm, Metronome
History: Celina started her life rather normally, her dad worked as a financial advisor for small companies, and her mother stayed at home, working on cleaning up as well as taking care of buying everything that was needed in the house. Life was rather calm for Celina, because she didn’t cause a lot of trouble, although compare to other girls, she didn’t like dolls and such. Instead, she was more of a gamer girl, playing rather popular video games, but being more towards strategics games.
So life continued on, although at school, she didn’t really fit in with other girls, who talked more about beauty and other things, like fashion. This didn’t really interest her, because at a young age, accuriteher mother constantly told her that beauty was from within, not from the outside, and she actually believed that.
So she kept doing her things, playing her games at school but actually making friends with the boys at school, even if they sometimes made fun of her for being a girl… which they regretted not long after as she pulled the guilty boys hair and then looked at him in the face, serious and with a mean look. They stopped soon after with bothering her with this, thinking it was not even worth making fun about it.
School wise, she actually had good grades, especially in mathematics, beating most of the people in class. This got her the reputation of nerdy girl… but she actually didn’t care. They didn’t know what they were saying. She just continued on with her life, making friends and actually playing online, and surprisingly playing shooters and such.
At first as she played, she didn’t use any mics, so no one actually knew she was a girl, and she kept on dominating players on servers, being very accurate in her shots, and actually using commands to keep her team in track of what was going on. Then one day, when she got her mic during vacation… people in her friend list coulden’t believe it was her. A girl all this time was dominating everyone… It was then she was invited on a tournament with the best players of the game. She knew she was going to have a lot of fun there…
It was in a couple of days… but she started having weird dreams…. Dreams that didn’t make any sense to her. But she didn’t think anything about them. She was getting ready for the tournament… Then the next day the tournament was going to start… she coulden’t wait… She went to sleep… but she didn’t wake up where she though she would….
Instead, she woke up in a strange world with a rocky wasteland all around. She looked around confused, feeling weak. She tried to walk, only to find it rather difficult for her to even more properly. She looked down, seeing her body… She had become a togepi! She started to freak out until something hit her…
She then woke up in Medburn, in a strange building where a Chansey was healing her wounds. Although all this… all this made her confused… why was she like this… what changed her… and the tournament… she was suppose to go play, and now it was ruined… Her friends… what would they think of her having gone away like that…. She started to cry a bit for the first hours, wanting to be alone.
Then she started to feel better, and started to study about where she landed, trying to get the most information on what happened, why she was here. She didn’t get much information except she came from a Stargate and about mystery dungeons appearing cause of them. What would she do…. She coulden’t go and stand there to do nothing… she had to figure out what was going on, fix it and possibly go back home…. And to home her friends would forgive her for disappearing like that.
Personality: Celina is more of a easy-going girl, although rather intelligent, being able to think quickly in situations. She can also be serious when needed. She dislikes being alone, and is rather friendly. |
52,659 | 1,429 | 26 | 837 | 2,970 | Mizu
Mizu nodded with confidence and a small amount of arrogance. "No task is too dangerous as long as money is involved. I'll do it." Mizu thought about what she said about the Bloody Beaches. This place truly was a wasteland of Iron and weaklings. Going to the Dragon Altar would allow him to test his power out on much stronger Pokemon. He would prove his worth and defeat any Pokemon who stood in his way.
"What's the task? Do I need to destroy some weaklings? That's an easy task for one as rich and powerful as I." Mizu bragged as he settled down on an ornate chair in front of the pile of treasure. His smile was one of hunger, a hunger for battle now. This task not only gave him more treasure than he had ever seen but it was to be difficult and it would test his worth. Mizu loved a challenge. | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
52,660 | 1,429 | 27 | 26 | 2,681 | The Bannete had a mischievous grin on her face. He took the bait, now to reel him in. "Weaklings? You can say that. I need you to stop them from entering the Mystery Dungeons. That is all I need from you as of now. Are you up for it?" | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,661 | 1,429 | 28 | 837 | 2,970 | Mizu
Mizu laughed as he heard her task. "Is that it? I've been doing that for years so that nobody steals my power! An easy task! Who do I need to keep out?" He asked with a predatory grin. This was going to be too easy. | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
52,662 | 1,429 | 29 | 2,763 | 485 | Near the back of the exploration guild's grand lobby, a bespectacled Smeargle leafed through a stack of color-coded papers, handed out a few guild badges, signed some forms with the lavender-colored liquid at the end of her tail, took a hasty sip of Pechai tea, and sheepishly called an exploration team back to her desk so she could give them the right guild badges... all in the span of ninety seconds. Finally, the wave of Pokemon needing assistance ebbed, and Mildred had her first moment to relax in over half an hour. Normally, the assistant secretary's work wasn't nearly this stressful. She spent most of her time filing and sorting through papers in the bowels of the massive building, far from the throng of hurried strangers. However, one of her superiors was out sick today, while another said he would be gone for a couple hours doing... some kind of secret guild errand he couldn't tell her about. That left Mildred to handle everything necessary for new and potential exploration teams.
Mildred nervously fidgeted with the end of her tail at the thought of messing up a team registration, or worse, sending an inexperienced team on a mission too dangerous for them! Then the Smeargle forced herself to take a few deep breaths and slowly sipped her tea.
I've done all this before, Mildred mused to calm herself. She closed her eyes for a moment and finally felt her tense muscles relax. There's nothing too hard for me to figure out here.
Besides, it's only a couple hours. Nothing really important could happen in that time, right? | Name: Mildred
Level: 8
Age (not on CS but I wanted to include it): 21
Ability: Technician
Moveset: Gust (sketched)
History: Mildred was born to a proud clan of Smeargles who pass on their legacy by demonstrating their treasured family move, Secret Sword, for their children to Sketch as their first move. Unfortunately for Mildred, she became aware and curious of her ability unusually fast. Before she learned about her clan's rite of passage, she had already Sketched the move of a random passing Pokemon. This anomaly made her a bully target, and her naturally nerdy personality and top grades in school only worsened the situation. When she was fourteen, Mildred got so sick of the teasing that she tried to run away. Before long, she was attacked by some villainous Pokemon who wanted to steal her bag, including her favorite art history book! Luckily, a group of adventurers from nearby Medburn saved her. Mildred returned home with a new dream: to give back to the guild that helped her. Five years later, that dream finally came true when she was hired as an assistant secretary at Medburn's guild. She has spent the past year happily organizing lots of paperwork and supplies and performing the occasional obligatory coffee run.
Personality: Mildred's intelligence is what makes her stand out. She's not a very strong fighter, but she loves to learn and solve puzzles and has a nearly photographic memory. Mildred is quiet and shy, but friendly enough. She is usually calm, practical, organized, and efficient. However, sometimes she will totally geek out and become an excitable chatterbox, especially when art and/or history is involved. While Mildred fully supports the guild's mission to protect Pokemon, she doesn't personally like battling. She is a little timid and afraid of the dangerous world beyond the walls of the guild. |
52,663 | 1,429 | 30 | 1,448 | 3,925 | I tried entering the building labeled as an 'exploration guild', but froze up more than once, just from all the various pokemon entering and leaving... even including that Sylveon again. Oddly enough, the Sylveon didn't glare at me, or even notice me this time Thank goodness that thing didn't see me... I thought as I watched that evil fairy just pass right by me as if I wasn't there. Well, okay, the thing waved those weird ribbon things at me, as if it could control them, which freaked me out, but it didn't seem as though it wanted to kill me. Ignoring that, I tried again, freezing up yet again Come on, Trevor... get yourself together, man! If there's any way for you to figure out why this happened to you, it's exploration. That's LITERALLY what they do, figure out mysteries and explore this world. You're not doing this because you WANT to, you HAVE to if you ever want to figure this whole scenario out! I think as I convince myself to finally enter the guild. I was immediately blocked by a couple of pokemon, one of which was a Dragonite, a pokemon that was very familiar to me, the other... was some sort of weird ghost attached to a rock. "Who are you, and what team are you with?" the Dragonite asked me in a very direct tone of voice. I answered, quietly, as they surprised me "...I'm new... um... I don't have a team yet..." they look behind me, and the odd ghost asks "And her?" I answer "She's... um... with me..." the two let me in, and I start asking around about how to register, and all these other things that the various teams were talking about. It seemed that all of my questions led me to the same place, or, rather, to the same pokemon, Mildred. I eventually figured out where this 'Mildred' was, and with a bit of frustration, I locate her, and finally say "I'm new here, and I'd like to register myself, and my friend as an official exploration team!" I then notice the sheer number of papers on her desk, and with how loud my voice was, I probably surprised her, especially due to the fact that she may or may not have been more focused on those papers rather than the guild itself. | Name: Trevor
Level: 5
Ability: Infiltrator
Moveset: -Screech -Tackle (Even though I could also know Leech Life, and Supersonic by level 5... you said TWO moves... kinda odd.)
History: It all started with the first memory Trevor ever formed... and it was a bad one. His older sister was mad at him for whatever reason, and in response, she threw her tiny fairy doll at Trevor, though, somehow, she managed to throw it right into his open mouth, causing him to choke, and nearly die from the thing... yes, his first memory was of a near-death experience. For a few years after that, he was afraid of anything resembling that fairy doll in any way, and just when he thought that he was finally done being afraid of them, his sister made him try out the Legend of Zelda, a hand-me-down from his uncle who was trying to get rid of his old gaming systems at the time... with what she called 'special, and amazing' cheats. She led him to the fairy fountain, or, one of them anyways, and she told Trevor to try to get one of them... he did, but due to her 'cheats', the fairy didn't heal him like it should have, instead, it made a loud noise and hurt Trevor's character, killing the character, and causing his sister to laugh uproariously, though, Trevor was still young, so he actually thought THIS was what normally happened when you got a fairy in that game, so, he started avoiding them in all future games. A few years later, his uncle brought another old system, the Gameboy, and another old game Final Fantasy something or other... Trevor's memory of that game was kinda fuzzy, but he does remember one thing there, the pixies, now, he didn't know that these things had the defenses of a piece of paper, so he stupidly tried using magic on them with all of his party members and predictably, it didn't go well, with the entire party getting knocked out, and just that one pixie remaining. They've struck again... was Trevor's thought at the game over scene played.
Trevor started playing pokemon after that, starting with his uncle's Red and Blue versions, yes, he had both, and his sister didn't want either of them. Thankfully, there weren't any fairies, or, at least, any sort of 'fairy-type' in the game, and the fairy-like pokemon in the game didn't seem to give him that much trouble. Trevor found a new favorite game series in pokemon, as he quickly went on to get the Silver version, and then, once he finally got a new system in the Gameboy Advance, he got the Emerald version, given that he didn't have the GBA until after Emerald came out. This was the last pokemon game he played... sure, he eventually got a 3DS, but he kinda moved on from pokemon since then, at least, that's what his parents kept telling him, so he got Bravely Default instead. Unfortunately for him, the game pretty much started off with a fairy helper, though, at the time, he didn't think anything of it, and just moved along the story as per normal, with the fairy helper getting more and more... well... strange as the story went forwards. He eventually purified the last crystal in the last world, and that's when he got to fight... HER. His party was underleveled for this fight, and he didn't have the right classes to keep everyone alive, so, every time he booted up the game, he got steamrolled by the boss... and he couldn't go anywhere else. They've struck again... was Trevor's only thought at this, remembering that this boss was, in fact, a fairy.
Then the remakes of Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire were coming out. Trevor was, as expected, excited for this, and he saved up some money to get one of the games for himself, even if his parents didn't want him to get it. That's when the dreams started. Much like with Bravely Default, he didn't think much of them at the time, but, they kept getting stranger day by day, but, this was the day, the new pokemon games were finally coming out... he just had to sleep through tonight. He did just that, however, where he woke up wasn't his home, but some sort of rocky wasteland. Trevor didn't get a lot of time to think about, or observe this place, as the next thing he knew, he was attacked by pokemon, as well as other strange creatures he didn't really know about, but assumed were also pokemon, and was knocked out almost immediately. He woke up again, this time in some sort of medical cabin, with a pink, tall pokemon looking over him. He tried to say something, but couldn't due to a mix of exhaustion and pain, and he tried to move his arms only for a wing to come into his view... a wing that resembled a bat's. It wasn't the right color for zubat, golbat, or crobat, so he had no idea what he was, other than that he, at least thanks to the what he now knew was an Audino's speech about how he got here, and where this was. Since that day, he looked around in some books to get information on the pokemon he missed in gen 4, gen 5, and gen 6, and when he was looking at types... he saw it, the fairy type... no... that can't be! It was right after steel, and was immune to dragon-type attacks. He also checked what kind of pokemon he was, and figured out that he was a pokemon known as a Noibat... which was a dragon type. They've struck again...
Personality: Trevor is cautious, if not simply timid. He'll usually try to help out others, however, he'll also be the first to flee in any dangerous situation. Due to some history with his childhood, he's particularly afraid of the fairy type... that being said he doesn't know some pokemon ARE fairy-types, so he won't fear them until he figures that out. |
52,664 | 1,429 | 31 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina fallowed Trevor inside the guild, unsure what to say right now, feeling a bit awkward with how those large pokemons were blocking their way before. She stayed silent a bit, staying near Trevor. He was probably the best bet to find out what was going on here anyway, with him and her having ended up in the same world. She looked at all the papers at the desk, with the pokemon at the desk that was working. Well... with how Trevor was so loud there, that smeargle probably be surprised if she was too much in her work.
"Sorry about my friend if he was too loud..." she then says, looking at Trevor.
"We do want to go and make a exploration team and help out as much we can." she says, altough this might be a bit of a lie... it was more to find out what was going on, but if they can make allies in this town by working, then it might end up better for them... and with how they arrived in this world like that... people might think of them badly or something... So it was best to try to get a good impression here | Name: Celina Letendre
Level: 5
Ability: Serene Grace
Moveset: Charm, Metronome
History: Celina started her life rather normally, her dad worked as a financial advisor for small companies, and her mother stayed at home, working on cleaning up as well as taking care of buying everything that was needed in the house. Life was rather calm for Celina, because she didn’t cause a lot of trouble, although compare to other girls, she didn’t like dolls and such. Instead, she was more of a gamer girl, playing rather popular video games, but being more towards strategics games.
So life continued on, although at school, she didn’t really fit in with other girls, who talked more about beauty and other things, like fashion. This didn’t really interest her, because at a young age, accuriteher mother constantly told her that beauty was from within, not from the outside, and she actually believed that.
So she kept doing her things, playing her games at school but actually making friends with the boys at school, even if they sometimes made fun of her for being a girl… which they regretted not long after as she pulled the guilty boys hair and then looked at him in the face, serious and with a mean look. They stopped soon after with bothering her with this, thinking it was not even worth making fun about it.
School wise, she actually had good grades, especially in mathematics, beating most of the people in class. This got her the reputation of nerdy girl… but she actually didn’t care. They didn’t know what they were saying. She just continued on with her life, making friends and actually playing online, and surprisingly playing shooters and such.
At first as she played, she didn’t use any mics, so no one actually knew she was a girl, and she kept on dominating players on servers, being very accurate in her shots, and actually using commands to keep her team in track of what was going on. Then one day, when she got her mic during vacation… people in her friend list coulden’t believe it was her. A girl all this time was dominating everyone… It was then she was invited on a tournament with the best players of the game. She knew she was going to have a lot of fun there…
It was in a couple of days… but she started having weird dreams…. Dreams that didn’t make any sense to her. But she didn’t think anything about them. She was getting ready for the tournament… Then the next day the tournament was going to start… she coulden’t wait… She went to sleep… but she didn’t wake up where she though she would….
Instead, she woke up in a strange world with a rocky wasteland all around. She looked around confused, feeling weak. She tried to walk, only to find it rather difficult for her to even more properly. She looked down, seeing her body… She had become a togepi! She started to freak out until something hit her…
She then woke up in Medburn, in a strange building where a Chansey was healing her wounds. Although all this… all this made her confused… why was she like this… what changed her… and the tournament… she was suppose to go play, and now it was ruined… Her friends… what would they think of her having gone away like that…. She started to cry a bit for the first hours, wanting to be alone.
Then she started to feel better, and started to study about where she landed, trying to get the most information on what happened, why she was here. She didn’t get much information except she came from a Stargate and about mystery dungeons appearing cause of them. What would she do…. She coulden’t go and stand there to do nothing… she had to figure out what was going on, fix it and possibly go back home…. And to home her friends would forgive her for disappearing like that.
Personality: Celina is more of a easy-going girl, although rather intelligent, being able to think quickly in situations. She can also be serious when needed. She dislikes being alone, and is rather friendly. |
52,665 | 1,429 | 32 | 2,763 | 485 | Trevor's abrupt announcement did, in fact, startle Mildred. The normal type jumped in just the wrong direction, toppling her mug and sending a spreading puddle of Pechai tea all over her desk. Mildred stared in shock for just a moment. Then she let out a yelp and shoved her papers to the side with speed to rival a Jolteon, saving all but a few corners from certain doom. The secretary then soaked up some of the mess with the first semi-absorbent material she could find...her own tail.
Crisis averted, Mildred suddenly remembered its cause and blushed red. She peeked up at the potential recruits, one a Noibat and the other... a Togepi? Yes, it fit the description she read, though she had never seen one in the flesh before. And now they had both seen her freak out like an idiot. Mildred took a calming breath. Time to be professional. And, in the flustered pokemon's attempt at logic, that meant acting like nothing happened. Mildred cleared her throat and plastered on a polite smile.
"Welcome to the Medburn Exploration Guild." Mildred began her standard spiel while slowly sliding her tea-stained tail behind her back. "Thank you for your interest in helping us protect the people, places, and culture of our region. My name is Mildred, and I will register you and begin your orientation today. But before we can begin, there are just a few forms I'll need you to read fully and fill out."
With that, Mildred quickly leafed through the slightly disheveled stack of colored papers. As she did so, she quickly summarized each form by memory.
"...percent of your earnings will go to the guild..."
"...will be lodged in separate..."
"...may only sing in the shower on Fridays..."
"...will not be held responsible for any injury or death caused by..."
Finally, Mildred picked up a stack of forms that looked like it belonged to a bureaucracy run by unicorns and handed it to the Togepi, since she figured the Noibat might need his arms free to fly.
"Again, I ask you to please read these thoroughly before signing anything," the Smeargle concluded, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "And feel free to ask me any questions you may have." She really hoped they wouldn't have any questions, though. She had already had enough embarrassing social situations for one day. | Name: Mildred
Level: 8
Age (not on CS but I wanted to include it): 21
Ability: Technician
Moveset: Gust (sketched)
History: Mildred was born to a proud clan of Smeargles who pass on their legacy by demonstrating their treasured family move, Secret Sword, for their children to Sketch as their first move. Unfortunately for Mildred, she became aware and curious of her ability unusually fast. Before she learned about her clan's rite of passage, she had already Sketched the move of a random passing Pokemon. This anomaly made her a bully target, and her naturally nerdy personality and top grades in school only worsened the situation. When she was fourteen, Mildred got so sick of the teasing that she tried to run away. Before long, she was attacked by some villainous Pokemon who wanted to steal her bag, including her favorite art history book! Luckily, a group of adventurers from nearby Medburn saved her. Mildred returned home with a new dream: to give back to the guild that helped her. Five years later, that dream finally came true when she was hired as an assistant secretary at Medburn's guild. She has spent the past year happily organizing lots of paperwork and supplies and performing the occasional obligatory coffee run.
Personality: Mildred's intelligence is what makes her stand out. She's not a very strong fighter, but she loves to learn and solve puzzles and has a nearly photographic memory. Mildred is quiet and shy, but friendly enough. She is usually calm, practical, organized, and efficient. However, sometimes she will totally geek out and become an excitable chatterbox, especially when art and/or history is involved. While Mildred fully supports the guild's mission to protect Pokemon, she doesn't personally like battling. She is a little timid and afraid of the dangerous world beyond the walls of the guild. |
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She sighed at the Gabite's response. "Dungeons. Plural. The Exploration Guild in Medburn has become a bit to curious about the Mystery Dungeons. We have a team ready for you, and an operative inside the guild, giving us info on where they're going next. Are you up for it?"
The Bannete raised a brow in question. Even if he didn't accept, he would find him again, and destroy him, so his best choice would be to, accept. Her mind was racing. What if the operative was found out. What if their plan failed. She cleared her ming before shestarted sweating. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,667 | 1,429 | 34 | 837 | 2,970 | Mizu
Mizu shrugged and nodded. "As long as I get payed. Where am I heading off to?" Mizu got out of his chair and rolled his shoulders. "And what is the team made of? Who're the members in this weakling team I'm taking down?" Mizu clenched and unclenched his fists as he said this. | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
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Her grin became bigger, and more evil. "Your first mission is in Quake Path. The exploration team is small, 7 at the max. We already have others waiting there. It'd be best to leave now." She then floated out of his, 'Treasure Room', and out of the dungeon without another word.
Exploration Team A1: Quake Path
Yere | Iya | Throh (NPC),| Sawk (NPC)
Iya walked aside Yere. She took another gulp of water. Her throat was parched, it was hot, Why Today? was her only thought. "Why today, Yere? We couldn't have chosen a cooler day?" Yere sighed. "Iya, there are large quantities of energy here, and strange activity, we need to stop anything that might happen." They kept walking, without another word. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,669 | 1,429 | 36 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina stared as the smeargle named Mildred proceeded to suddenly spill her tea all over the table, surprised cause she was too much into her work, as she then moved quickly and moved the papers away, getting them away from the tea spill and saving her work... well... most of it. She then stared at her as she explained the rules of the place. She looked and started to read the papers bit by bit, signing paper after paper, making sure nothing would cause them trouble. Then she saw the injuries and such clause.
"Well... ugh... I guess that's how being in a exploration team is." she says, signing the paper until... she got to the one where they had to enter a team name. She looked at Trevor, and thinked a bit.
"Trevor... any idea for a team name... Cause... we kinda need one to be able to take jobs here." she then says calmly, thinking a bit more and more.
"Lets see... Maybe... maybe... Team Solar Eclipse?" She then says to Trevor, having a bit of trouble thinking about another at the moment. | Name: Celina Letendre
Level: 5
Ability: Serene Grace
Moveset: Charm, Metronome
History: Celina started her life rather normally, her dad worked as a financial advisor for small companies, and her mother stayed at home, working on cleaning up as well as taking care of buying everything that was needed in the house. Life was rather calm for Celina, because she didn’t cause a lot of trouble, although compare to other girls, she didn’t like dolls and such. Instead, she was more of a gamer girl, playing rather popular video games, but being more towards strategics games.
So life continued on, although at school, she didn’t really fit in with other girls, who talked more about beauty and other things, like fashion. This didn’t really interest her, because at a young age, accuriteher mother constantly told her that beauty was from within, not from the outside, and she actually believed that.
So she kept doing her things, playing her games at school but actually making friends with the boys at school, even if they sometimes made fun of her for being a girl… which they regretted not long after as she pulled the guilty boys hair and then looked at him in the face, serious and with a mean look. They stopped soon after with bothering her with this, thinking it was not even worth making fun about it.
School wise, she actually had good grades, especially in mathematics, beating most of the people in class. This got her the reputation of nerdy girl… but she actually didn’t care. They didn’t know what they were saying. She just continued on with her life, making friends and actually playing online, and surprisingly playing shooters and such.
At first as she played, she didn’t use any mics, so no one actually knew she was a girl, and she kept on dominating players on servers, being very accurate in her shots, and actually using commands to keep her team in track of what was going on. Then one day, when she got her mic during vacation… people in her friend list coulden’t believe it was her. A girl all this time was dominating everyone… It was then she was invited on a tournament with the best players of the game. She knew she was going to have a lot of fun there…
It was in a couple of days… but she started having weird dreams…. Dreams that didn’t make any sense to her. But she didn’t think anything about them. She was getting ready for the tournament… Then the next day the tournament was going to start… she coulden’t wait… She went to sleep… but she didn’t wake up where she though she would….
Instead, she woke up in a strange world with a rocky wasteland all around. She looked around confused, feeling weak. She tried to walk, only to find it rather difficult for her to even more properly. She looked down, seeing her body… She had become a togepi! She started to freak out until something hit her…
She then woke up in Medburn, in a strange building where a Chansey was healing her wounds. Although all this… all this made her confused… why was she like this… what changed her… and the tournament… she was suppose to go play, and now it was ruined… Her friends… what would they think of her having gone away like that…. She started to cry a bit for the first hours, wanting to be alone.
Then she started to feel better, and started to study about where she landed, trying to get the most information on what happened, why she was here. She didn’t get much information except she came from a Stargate and about mystery dungeons appearing cause of them. What would she do…. She coulden’t go and stand there to do nothing… she had to figure out what was going on, fix it and possibly go back home…. And to home her friends would forgive her for disappearing like that.
Personality: Celina is more of a easy-going girl, although rather intelligent, being able to think quickly in situations. She can also be serious when needed. She dislikes being alone, and is rather friendly. |
52,670 | 1,429 | 37 | 837 | 2,970 | Mizu
Mizu cackled with greed as the mysterious Pokemon disappeared from the dungeon. Next stop, Quake Path.
Mizu
Quake Path
Mizu strolled into Quake Path as he cracked his neck to loosen himself up. He couldn't wait to mess up these dungeon explorers. His mind wandered to his old clan but he stopped himself quickly. "So... I don't think she told me where exactly my back up was. Crap." He muttered to himself as he looked around. He began grabbing for his backpack, and his food, but decided to hold off on eating for now. If hoarding gold and treasure had taught him one thing, it was that it was important to only use resources when you have to. He needed to ration wisely or he could starve in a Mystery Dungeon.
Mizu continued walking when he saw a group of explorers. Most likely his targets. He decided to shadow them while he waited for the rest of his "team". | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
52,671 | 1,429 | 38 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Mildred accidentally spilled her drink all over her desk when I yelled at her by accident. "Um... sorry, miss..." I end up saying, trying not to get her angry at me. She then handed Celina the papers to form our team, and Celina came up with the team name of 'Team Solar Eclipse' and asked if that was okay. I answer her with "Of course it's okay, Celina," I then turn back towards Mildred, and ask "Say... all those other teams have bags, and stuff... do we get any of that for starting our team, or do we have to find our own bags somewhere?" I then remember that I don't have any money, or, indeed anything I could sell for money, and not having anything to carry around supplies in might be a huge detriment, especially if some of our explorations last too long, or even just a single day. I notice a single paper that was about to get wet, and land before picking it up with my left wing, and handing it back to Mildred, staying silent, and hoping that said paper was important enough to warrant me saving it. I overhear some random chatter from a nearby team about some hot-shot team called 'Team Charm', though, that didn't seem important, I didn't really have much else to do but listen in. Apparently, that team was planning on heading over to some place called 'Treasure Town' just to go see that exploration team. Were they really that big of a deal? I guess I just never understood why some people follow celebrities like that, but the team just went on and on about how the other team, the famous one, never lost a single treasure, and how they've supposedly never failed a mission. I was starting to question just how truthful that idle chatter was, given that it's probably pretty difficult to keep a 100% success rate at anything. | Name: Trevor
Level: 5
Ability: Infiltrator
Moveset: -Screech -Tackle (Even though I could also know Leech Life, and Supersonic by level 5... you said TWO moves... kinda odd.)
History: It all started with the first memory Trevor ever formed... and it was a bad one. His older sister was mad at him for whatever reason, and in response, she threw her tiny fairy doll at Trevor, though, somehow, she managed to throw it right into his open mouth, causing him to choke, and nearly die from the thing... yes, his first memory was of a near-death experience. For a few years after that, he was afraid of anything resembling that fairy doll in any way, and just when he thought that he was finally done being afraid of them, his sister made him try out the Legend of Zelda, a hand-me-down from his uncle who was trying to get rid of his old gaming systems at the time... with what she called 'special, and amazing' cheats. She led him to the fairy fountain, or, one of them anyways, and she told Trevor to try to get one of them... he did, but due to her 'cheats', the fairy didn't heal him like it should have, instead, it made a loud noise and hurt Trevor's character, killing the character, and causing his sister to laugh uproariously, though, Trevor was still young, so he actually thought THIS was what normally happened when you got a fairy in that game, so, he started avoiding them in all future games. A few years later, his uncle brought another old system, the Gameboy, and another old game Final Fantasy something or other... Trevor's memory of that game was kinda fuzzy, but he does remember one thing there, the pixies, now, he didn't know that these things had the defenses of a piece of paper, so he stupidly tried using magic on them with all of his party members and predictably, it didn't go well, with the entire party getting knocked out, and just that one pixie remaining. They've struck again... was Trevor's thought at the game over scene played.
Trevor started playing pokemon after that, starting with his uncle's Red and Blue versions, yes, he had both, and his sister didn't want either of them. Thankfully, there weren't any fairies, or, at least, any sort of 'fairy-type' in the game, and the fairy-like pokemon in the game didn't seem to give him that much trouble. Trevor found a new favorite game series in pokemon, as he quickly went on to get the Silver version, and then, once he finally got a new system in the Gameboy Advance, he got the Emerald version, given that he didn't have the GBA until after Emerald came out. This was the last pokemon game he played... sure, he eventually got a 3DS, but he kinda moved on from pokemon since then, at least, that's what his parents kept telling him, so he got Bravely Default instead. Unfortunately for him, the game pretty much started off with a fairy helper, though, at the time, he didn't think anything of it, and just moved along the story as per normal, with the fairy helper getting more and more... well... strange as the story went forwards. He eventually purified the last crystal in the last world, and that's when he got to fight... HER. His party was underleveled for this fight, and he didn't have the right classes to keep everyone alive, so, every time he booted up the game, he got steamrolled by the boss... and he couldn't go anywhere else. They've struck again... was Trevor's only thought at this, remembering that this boss was, in fact, a fairy.
Then the remakes of Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire were coming out. Trevor was, as expected, excited for this, and he saved up some money to get one of the games for himself, even if his parents didn't want him to get it. That's when the dreams started. Much like with Bravely Default, he didn't think much of them at the time, but, they kept getting stranger day by day, but, this was the day, the new pokemon games were finally coming out... he just had to sleep through tonight. He did just that, however, where he woke up wasn't his home, but some sort of rocky wasteland. Trevor didn't get a lot of time to think about, or observe this place, as the next thing he knew, he was attacked by pokemon, as well as other strange creatures he didn't really know about, but assumed were also pokemon, and was knocked out almost immediately. He woke up again, this time in some sort of medical cabin, with a pink, tall pokemon looking over him. He tried to say something, but couldn't due to a mix of exhaustion and pain, and he tried to move his arms only for a wing to come into his view... a wing that resembled a bat's. It wasn't the right color for zubat, golbat, or crobat, so he had no idea what he was, other than that he, at least thanks to the what he now knew was an Audino's speech about how he got here, and where this was. Since that day, he looked around in some books to get information on the pokemon he missed in gen 4, gen 5, and gen 6, and when he was looking at types... he saw it, the fairy type... no... that can't be! It was right after steel, and was immune to dragon-type attacks. He also checked what kind of pokemon he was, and figured out that he was a pokemon known as a Noibat... which was a dragon type. They've struck again...
Personality: Trevor is cautious, if not simply timid. He'll usually try to help out others, however, he'll also be the first to flee in any dangerous situation. Due to some history with his childhood, he's particularly afraid of the fairy type... that being said he doesn't know some pokemon ARE fairy-types, so he won't fear them until he figures that out. |
52,672 | 1,429 | 39 | 2,763 | 485 | Mildred had plenty of time to clean off her desk and wring out her tail while the duo worked through their forms, though apparently she missed a spot on the floor. The Smeargle gave a light nod of thanks to the Noibat for rescuing a blank 'please don't sue us' form before addressing his question.
"The guild provides basic supplies to each registered team," Mildred intoned in her best professional voice. "This includes a basic bag, one apple per member, and the team badge. If you wish to use a nicer bag, or one that can hold more than sixteen items, you will have to provide that yourself."
Done with her spiel, Mildred stared awkwardly at Trevor for a bit. She peered over her desk at the Togepi, who was still, unfortunately, finishing up the paperwork. Mildred's eyes wandered back to Trevor while she absentmindedly fiddled with the tip of her tail, trying to brainstorm ways to break the awkward silence. Then, she abruptly hustled to a cabinet and pulled out a small, oval-shaped object. The black device seemed to have a square screen and two round buttons.
"This is what your team badge will look like," Mildred explained, bringing it closer so Trevor could see it clearly. She pointed to each part of the badge as she described it, and she feebly attempted to maintain proper eye contact with her listener. "The screen will display your team name and the names and species of each member. If any member is knocked out in battle, the buttons will start flashing. These are very important, so please listen carefully.
If you think you are in a relatively safe situation, you can press the yellow button. It will send a distress call straight to the guild, and we will send out a team to rescue you as soon as possible. If you think you are in serious danger, press the red button. It will immediately teleport your team to a safe place. This will also happen if you don't press any buttons for one minute after they start flashing or if no rescue teams are able to reach you for two hours. The downside to this method is the teleportation technology hasn't been perfected yet. It's perfectly safe for Pokemon, but some or all of your cash and items may be lost in translation."
"The badge can only register team members within a certain distance," Mildred added, beginning to feel antsy from all this talking. "This is why it is extremely important for all team members to remain on the same floor of a dungeon. If anyone gets left behind, there may be no reliable way to locate them." | Name: Mildred
Level: 8
Age (not on CS but I wanted to include it): 21
Ability: Technician
Moveset: Gust (sketched)
History: Mildred was born to a proud clan of Smeargles who pass on their legacy by demonstrating their treasured family move, Secret Sword, for their children to Sketch as their first move. Unfortunately for Mildred, she became aware and curious of her ability unusually fast. Before she learned about her clan's rite of passage, she had already Sketched the move of a random passing Pokemon. This anomaly made her a bully target, and her naturally nerdy personality and top grades in school only worsened the situation. When she was fourteen, Mildred got so sick of the teasing that she tried to run away. Before long, she was attacked by some villainous Pokemon who wanted to steal her bag, including her favorite art history book! Luckily, a group of adventurers from nearby Medburn saved her. Mildred returned home with a new dream: to give back to the guild that helped her. Five years later, that dream finally came true when she was hired as an assistant secretary at Medburn's guild. She has spent the past year happily organizing lots of paperwork and supplies and performing the occasional obligatory coffee run.
Personality: Mildred's intelligence is what makes her stand out. She's not a very strong fighter, but she loves to learn and solve puzzles and has a nearly photographic memory. Mildred is quiet and shy, but friendly enough. She is usually calm, practical, organized, and efficient. However, sometimes she will totally geek out and become an excitable chatterbox, especially when art and/or history is involved. While Mildred fully supports the guild's mission to protect Pokemon, she doesn't personally like battling. She is a little timid and afraid of the dangerous world beyond the walls of the guild. |
52,673 | 1,429 | 40 | 2,215 | 997 | Gris and Mithril: Phosphor Forest
"Uh, yes. Right. Time to save the day!" Gris muttered absently on response to something about victorious gas. He didn't see any poison or fire types around. That was good, because those kinda of pokemon would hardly be good for the clean atmosphere of the forest. Because he was carrying the surprisingly light Mithril with one paw, he had to run on his two rear legs. It was easier to control his velocity when he didn't run madly with his entire being. He was able to swerve between trees with his new friend in tow, though it took a lot of his self control to not investigate some strange glowing moss that he saw on some trees.
As they ventured farther into the forest, the light diminished. They became submerged in gloom, and not the sweet-smelling pokemon. "So what were you doing out here, anyways? I dont really see that many ghost OR steel tyes around here." Gris was much smaller than the arbok and bishrp, and had been running like two small lives depended on it. While he didn't know exactly what to do once they caught up, he was hoping it would be possible to snatch the girls and flee like no tomorrow. He could clearly make out the sounds of two pokemon rearing their way through the forest. "Okay, Mithril, they're right around these trees. Once we get there, we have to get the girls away so we can get to higher ground." With that, he began to run towards their opponents in hope of landing a successfull ambush. | Name: Gris
Level: 12
Ability: Cute Charm
Moveset: Knock Off, Baby Doll Eyes, Helping Hand, Tickle
History: After high-tailing it away from the family, Gris eventually wandered into the town of Melburn. He decided that the town would be the perfect place to hone his skills- as a masseuse!
The many dungeons around the town, he reasoned, would be the perfect place to forage for supplies. Because he didn't have the money and supplies to build his establishment, he decided to become an adventurer in order to promote his future business and to raise funds.
Personality: This minccino is easily distracted, and appears to always be scuttling around and observing absolutely everything. This by no means makes him an idiot, but he's not exactly an alert pokemon. Gris often laughs at jokes long after they have been told, and if he spots something that piques his interest, will leave mid-sentence to investigate it. |
52,674 | 1,429 | 41 | 397 | 2,221 | Oh joy, they were already bonding. Mithril barely suppressed a squee of delight. "I've come to Medburn to pursue of dream of becoming a legendary weapon. Less then a day here and I've already got the hard part out of the way; finding my wielder...that's you by the way, new best friend forever and ever Gris" Mithil began to explain, in a surprisingly coherent manner "I journeyed for many nights from my home in the mountains to here; the place with the magic gate of magicness. For I knew, that I would find the path to my destiny here. So far, I looks like I've been right" he chirped out that last sentence
It was rather amazing how quickly he found himself in a hostage situation, considering how insanely awful his sense of direction was, yet here he was. Within an hour of reaching Medburn, he had found his wielder, and minutes after that, the two of them were going to rescue their first damsels in distress. Had he been someone with a more stable mindset, he would have have been suspicious of all of this. In fact, he most likely would have believed it to be some sort of elaborate trap. However, this was Mithril. If you tried to explain to him why all of this seemed suspect, it would have been like trying to explain string theory in it's entirety to an average American...while speaking Klingon backwards; he would be unable to comprehend what you were trying to tell him on multiple levels. So all of that being what it was, Mithril simply readied himself for combat, as he started up an Arial Ace, preparing for his new best friend forever and ever Gris to swing him for the first time. | Name: Mithril
Level: 23
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Metal Sound, Automatize, Shadow Sneak, Arial Ace
History: Mithril grew up in the mountains, in a community of Steel Types. Over all, his childhood was pretty good. His family was always able to eat, and he never had any real problems with his peers. However there was one thing odd about it; when he was still a newborn, his parents would read him stories of legendary heros to get him to sleep. One would think that having such stories in one's life might inspire them to rise up and become a here themselves, and you'd be right...except in this case. You see, Mithril didn't want to become a legendary hero, he wanted to become a legendary weapon
Personality: When people think of Ghost types, then tend to think of Pokemon with mischievous or outright malevolent. Likewise, the stereotype of Steel Types is their lack of emotion and reliance on cold unfeeling logic...Mithril in none of these things. He is happy, loves to make friends, ignores his brain when it disagrees with his heart and he doesn't have a cruel bone in his body (not taking into account that fact that he doesn't have a skeleton). |
52,675 | 1,429 | 42 | 26 | 2,681 | Quake Path
The three watched the Gabite behind a large rock, big enough for them, and three others. The Lampent emerged first, followed by a Gollet, and a Misdreavous. The luminous purple light was washed out by the sun, giving it only a slight tinge. "So, your the Gabite Norza was talking about?! I'll say, she could've done better." The Misdreavous scorned, shooting him daggers. The other two laughed, uncontrollably, but soon enough they stopped, and the Misdreavous continued. "Anyways, thats Flick, and thats brickhead." The Gollet rubbed his head to ensure it wasn't a brick. "They are - this - way." He pointed to a direction, and they started to walk. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,676 | 1,429 | 43 | 837 | 2,970 | Quake Path
The three watched the Gabite behind a large rock, big enough for them, and three others. The Lampent emerged first, followed by a Gollet, and a Misdreavous. The luminous purple light was washed out by the sun, giving it only a slight tinge. "So, your the Gabite Norza was talking about?! I'll say, she could've done better." The Misdreavous scorned, shooting him daggers. The other two laughed, uncontrollably, but soon enough they stopped, and the Misdreavous continued. "Anyways, thats Flick, and thats brickhead." The Gollet rubbed his head to ensure it wasn't a brick. "They are - this - way." He pointed to a direction, and they started to walk.
Mizu
Mizu smiled and flexed his claws. Their lowly opinions meant nothing, his actions would speak for themselves. He looked at the Gollet and his smile lessened. He wasn't told he would have to deal with a dullard. Mizu didn't care though. He followed the group of Ghosts and began planning. He couldn't use Sandstorm because of the Misdravus and the Lampent but if they were knocked out he could. The Gollet would be a good meat shield (ectoplasm shield? What are Ghosts made of?) and he could withstand a Sandstorm if it came down to it. He should probably stick to using Sand Tomb and Dual Chop to take the enemies down. He would ambush them by trapping them in a Sand Tomb and then take the trapped Pokemon down with Dual Chop. | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
52,677 | 1,429 | 44 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina listened to what Mildred was saying as she continued to sign the documents, before finishing and breathing deeply.
"Ah... well at least we have something to get to safety if things do get rough..." she then says calmly, before looking at Trevor.
"Well... with those papers done, I think we are ready.... maybe... uhm... where would we get our first job anyway?" she said. She kinda really wanted to go and work just a bit... for 2 reasons. One... she knew that with how weak she was, she knew training would be of utmost important. That and she needed to learn about this world a bit more and how it worked. Second of all, if they helped the town's people, they might consider the 2 of them less as a treat and more as helpful people. Deep down she did want to go back home, but if that was impossible... it would be probably better if she get used to this world. Also... if they ever go back.... her and Trevor... she probably will be trying to find out where he lived to go meet him in real person... unless all this is a dream...
Then heck what a dream. But with how she actually felt and how dreams usually are... this definitely didn't feel like a dream.
"Also... any area we should consider good for beginner teams?" she then says. | Name: Celina Letendre
Level: 5
Ability: Serene Grace
Moveset: Charm, Metronome
History: Celina started her life rather normally, her dad worked as a financial advisor for small companies, and her mother stayed at home, working on cleaning up as well as taking care of buying everything that was needed in the house. Life was rather calm for Celina, because she didn’t cause a lot of trouble, although compare to other girls, she didn’t like dolls and such. Instead, she was more of a gamer girl, playing rather popular video games, but being more towards strategics games.
So life continued on, although at school, she didn’t really fit in with other girls, who talked more about beauty and other things, like fashion. This didn’t really interest her, because at a young age, accuriteher mother constantly told her that beauty was from within, not from the outside, and she actually believed that.
So she kept doing her things, playing her games at school but actually making friends with the boys at school, even if they sometimes made fun of her for being a girl… which they regretted not long after as she pulled the guilty boys hair and then looked at him in the face, serious and with a mean look. They stopped soon after with bothering her with this, thinking it was not even worth making fun about it.
School wise, she actually had good grades, especially in mathematics, beating most of the people in class. This got her the reputation of nerdy girl… but she actually didn’t care. They didn’t know what they were saying. She just continued on with her life, making friends and actually playing online, and surprisingly playing shooters and such.
At first as she played, she didn’t use any mics, so no one actually knew she was a girl, and she kept on dominating players on servers, being very accurate in her shots, and actually using commands to keep her team in track of what was going on. Then one day, when she got her mic during vacation… people in her friend list coulden’t believe it was her. A girl all this time was dominating everyone… It was then she was invited on a tournament with the best players of the game. She knew she was going to have a lot of fun there…
It was in a couple of days… but she started having weird dreams…. Dreams that didn’t make any sense to her. But she didn’t think anything about them. She was getting ready for the tournament… Then the next day the tournament was going to start… she coulden’t wait… She went to sleep… but she didn’t wake up where she though she would….
Instead, she woke up in a strange world with a rocky wasteland all around. She looked around confused, feeling weak. She tried to walk, only to find it rather difficult for her to even more properly. She looked down, seeing her body… She had become a togepi! She started to freak out until something hit her…
She then woke up in Medburn, in a strange building where a Chansey was healing her wounds. Although all this… all this made her confused… why was she like this… what changed her… and the tournament… she was suppose to go play, and now it was ruined… Her friends… what would they think of her having gone away like that…. She started to cry a bit for the first hours, wanting to be alone.
Then she started to feel better, and started to study about where she landed, trying to get the most information on what happened, why she was here. She didn’t get much information except she came from a Stargate and about mystery dungeons appearing cause of them. What would she do…. She coulden’t go and stand there to do nothing… she had to figure out what was going on, fix it and possibly go back home…. And to home her friends would forgive her for disappearing like that.
Personality: Celina is more of a easy-going girl, although rather intelligent, being able to think quickly in situations. She can also be serious when needed. She dislikes being alone, and is rather friendly. |
52,678 | 1,429 | 45 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Somehow, this world had mainly wood and stone technology... as well as these miniature wonders. I took the badge as soon as Mildred showed it off to us, and planned on pinning it to my bag as soon as I got it, just to make sure that I could access it easily without hurting myself. Celina commented on how handy the badge, itself was, and I nodded in agreement, adding "Yup, and to think, at first I assumed that we were just expected to go all the way there, and come all the way back... on our own, without any possible help if we mess up," this badge was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. It was literally a 'run away' command from any RPG game, and, considering my... usual behavior, it would certainly help me to know that there's always a way out of a scary or tough dungeon. Then again... I'm pretty sure Celina won't appreciate it if I made us lose everything we own just because I was afraid of how dark the place got. I guess just for the profit, I'll try to act brave, and only use the badge when it's absolutely necessary. I think as Celina asks for a job, a simple, beginner-level job. I figured she had it handled, and wouldn't pick something too hard, or anything involving an enemy fighting and or ice type... or worse. I start to look around this room, listening in on some random chatter from other, visiting teams, though, there wasn't anything truly interesting, and for some reason, that team that was here moments ago seems to have left, probably for that other place, that 'Treasure Town', wherever that was. | Name: Trevor
Level: 5
Ability: Infiltrator
Moveset: -Screech -Tackle (Even though I could also know Leech Life, and Supersonic by level 5... you said TWO moves... kinda odd.)
History: It all started with the first memory Trevor ever formed... and it was a bad one. His older sister was mad at him for whatever reason, and in response, she threw her tiny fairy doll at Trevor, though, somehow, she managed to throw it right into his open mouth, causing him to choke, and nearly die from the thing... yes, his first memory was of a near-death experience. For a few years after that, he was afraid of anything resembling that fairy doll in any way, and just when he thought that he was finally done being afraid of them, his sister made him try out the Legend of Zelda, a hand-me-down from his uncle who was trying to get rid of his old gaming systems at the time... with what she called 'special, and amazing' cheats. She led him to the fairy fountain, or, one of them anyways, and she told Trevor to try to get one of them... he did, but due to her 'cheats', the fairy didn't heal him like it should have, instead, it made a loud noise and hurt Trevor's character, killing the character, and causing his sister to laugh uproariously, though, Trevor was still young, so he actually thought THIS was what normally happened when you got a fairy in that game, so, he started avoiding them in all future games. A few years later, his uncle brought another old system, the Gameboy, and another old game Final Fantasy something or other... Trevor's memory of that game was kinda fuzzy, but he does remember one thing there, the pixies, now, he didn't know that these things had the defenses of a piece of paper, so he stupidly tried using magic on them with all of his party members and predictably, it didn't go well, with the entire party getting knocked out, and just that one pixie remaining. They've struck again... was Trevor's thought at the game over scene played.
Trevor started playing pokemon after that, starting with his uncle's Red and Blue versions, yes, he had both, and his sister didn't want either of them. Thankfully, there weren't any fairies, or, at least, any sort of 'fairy-type' in the game, and the fairy-like pokemon in the game didn't seem to give him that much trouble. Trevor found a new favorite game series in pokemon, as he quickly went on to get the Silver version, and then, once he finally got a new system in the Gameboy Advance, he got the Emerald version, given that he didn't have the GBA until after Emerald came out. This was the last pokemon game he played... sure, he eventually got a 3DS, but he kinda moved on from pokemon since then, at least, that's what his parents kept telling him, so he got Bravely Default instead. Unfortunately for him, the game pretty much started off with a fairy helper, though, at the time, he didn't think anything of it, and just moved along the story as per normal, with the fairy helper getting more and more... well... strange as the story went forwards. He eventually purified the last crystal in the last world, and that's when he got to fight... HER. His party was underleveled for this fight, and he didn't have the right classes to keep everyone alive, so, every time he booted up the game, he got steamrolled by the boss... and he couldn't go anywhere else. They've struck again... was Trevor's only thought at this, remembering that this boss was, in fact, a fairy.
Then the remakes of Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire were coming out. Trevor was, as expected, excited for this, and he saved up some money to get one of the games for himself, even if his parents didn't want him to get it. That's when the dreams started. Much like with Bravely Default, he didn't think much of them at the time, but, they kept getting stranger day by day, but, this was the day, the new pokemon games were finally coming out... he just had to sleep through tonight. He did just that, however, where he woke up wasn't his home, but some sort of rocky wasteland. Trevor didn't get a lot of time to think about, or observe this place, as the next thing he knew, he was attacked by pokemon, as well as other strange creatures he didn't really know about, but assumed were also pokemon, and was knocked out almost immediately. He woke up again, this time in some sort of medical cabin, with a pink, tall pokemon looking over him. He tried to say something, but couldn't due to a mix of exhaustion and pain, and he tried to move his arms only for a wing to come into his view... a wing that resembled a bat's. It wasn't the right color for zubat, golbat, or crobat, so he had no idea what he was, other than that he, at least thanks to the what he now knew was an Audino's speech about how he got here, and where this was. Since that day, he looked around in some books to get information on the pokemon he missed in gen 4, gen 5, and gen 6, and when he was looking at types... he saw it, the fairy type... no... that can't be! It was right after steel, and was immune to dragon-type attacks. He also checked what kind of pokemon he was, and figured out that he was a pokemon known as a Noibat... which was a dragon type. They've struck again...
Personality: Trevor is cautious, if not simply timid. He'll usually try to help out others, however, he'll also be the first to flee in any dangerous situation. Due to some history with his childhood, he's particularly afraid of the fairy type... that being said he doesn't know some pokemon ARE fairy-types, so he won't fear them until he figures that out. |
52,679 | 1,429 | 46 | 2,215 | 997 | Gris and Mithril: Phosphor Forest
With a battlecry that sounded more akin to a frightened cleffa than a pokemon on a mission, Gris pounced into the vicinity of their opponents. He knew that both the bisharp and the arbok were stronger than them, but maybe if they were fast enough, they could get the girls out. Thw two pokemon came into view. "Rrrraaaaggghhrrr!" He squealed, taking notice of the fatigued arbok. What were they planning to do with a couple of pre-evolutions anyways? The thought sent shivers down his tail.
Though Gris had no experience swinging swords, he figured since Mithril was so light it wouldn't be an issue. Unfortunately, when he swung the steel type, he felt his fingers loosen around the handle. It startled him, though the sash was still securely tied to his arm. He heard the loud clash of metal against metal. He had never been this close to hostile pokemon before, but since he wasn't alone, it wasn't at all as scary as he thought it was going to be. The girls, though beaten up and probably traumatized, appeared to be in one piece. "Okay, split up!" Gris huffed to his partner before jumping high in the air before beginning a tumble.
Covering it in a dark glow, he smashed his tail down on the bisharp's head, narrowly avoiding the blade that stuck out from the other's forehead. The hard steel wasn't fun to strike, and he winced. He slid Mithril off of him to bring him down as well, the two forming a sort of pinwheel-like motion. A super secret team move?! Tucking below to haul Have and Rin onto his back, figuring that would be the best way to hold them, he rolled into the underbrush. Mid-roll, he heard someone's head hit a rock, and he didn't think it was him. "AAAUGH! This way Mithril!" He yelled after the ghost type as he retreated to safer ground. | Name: Gris
Level: 12
Ability: Cute Charm
Moveset: Knock Off, Baby Doll Eyes, Helping Hand, Tickle
History: After high-tailing it away from the family, Gris eventually wandered into the town of Melburn. He decided that the town would be the perfect place to hone his skills- as a masseuse!
The many dungeons around the town, he reasoned, would be the perfect place to forage for supplies. Because he didn't have the money and supplies to build his establishment, he decided to become an adventurer in order to promote his future business and to raise funds.
Personality: This minccino is easily distracted, and appears to always be scuttling around and observing absolutely everything. This by no means makes him an idiot, but he's not exactly an alert pokemon. Gris often laughs at jokes long after they have been told, and if he spots something that piques his interest, will leave mid-sentence to investigate it. |
52,680 | 1,429 | 47 | 397 | 2,221 | It really hadn't occored to Mithril that his new best friend forever and ever Gris might not understand how to wield a sword. Mostly because the idea of intricate swordsmanship was completely lost on him. 'You just swing it...what else is there to it?' he would ask if the subject was brought up. Oh sure, he understood the need for flashy sword techniques, but it really wasn't the same as understand the importance of your stance, how you hold the sword, and other such things. So instead of coming to the realization that his partner had absolutely no idea what he was doing, he was excited at his courageous charge (he also couldn't tell that his fierce battlecry sounded more like a small creature in distress)
The impact of his blade against the Bisharp's metal exterior didn't bother Mithril at all. While it is indeed true that living bodies are incredibly complex things, and that the smallest bit of damage in just the right place could prove life threatening...it wasn't the case with a Honedge's blade. The metal blades of his race's evolution line were completely devoid of nerves, so he had absolutely no sensation down there. Not only that, but the blade would grow back if damaged. The closest comparison to a Honedge's blade one could make, is to claws. So no, despite how much the feeling of his blade striking something else metal should have hurt, it caused him no pain.
While Mithril was a little disappointed at how quickly and anti-climatically the fight ended, he was more excited about their new super secret team move. Because as everyone knows; the best super secret team moves are made up on the fly in the heat of battle with no training or preparation. So yeah, over all this was a really good debut fight as far as Mithril was concerned "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! This is so exciting!!!" he squeed as he followed his new best friend forever and ever Gris "I'm so happy to be alive right now. They all said I was crazy for trying to follow my dreams. Well who's crazy now voices in my head?!" Manly tears of joy leaked from his single eyes as he kept up with his partner. | Name: Mithril
Level: 23
Ability: No Guard
Moveset: Metal Sound, Automatize, Shadow Sneak, Arial Ace
History: Mithril grew up in the mountains, in a community of Steel Types. Over all, his childhood was pretty good. His family was always able to eat, and he never had any real problems with his peers. However there was one thing odd about it; when he was still a newborn, his parents would read him stories of legendary heros to get him to sleep. One would think that having such stories in one's life might inspire them to rise up and become a here themselves, and you'd be right...except in this case. You see, Mithril didn't want to become a legendary hero, he wanted to become a legendary weapon
Personality: When people think of Ghost types, then tend to think of Pokemon with mischievous or outright malevolent. Likewise, the stereotype of Steel Types is their lack of emotion and reliance on cold unfeeling logic...Mithril in none of these things. He is happy, loves to make friends, ignores his brain when it disagrees with his heart and he doesn't have a cruel bone in his body (not taking into account that fact that he doesn't have a skeleton). |
52,681 | 1,429 | 48 | 26 | 2,681 | Mizu's Team
With the Gollet taking the lead, he was the first to spot them. He held his hand out for them to stop. "They are here. The - team." He pointed down to the four walking under the ledge that they were on. He dig his feet into the the rock hard earth, and used bulldoze, sending it crashing down onto the four enemies. Unlucky for the ghosts and dragon the Sawk used quick gaurd and protected his team. The Throh then used circle throw on the Sawk as a boost, and the Sawk used Karate Chop on the Gabite, smashing it into a rock, before coming back down. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,682 | 1,429 | 49 | 837 | 2,970 | Mizu
Mizu shook off the dust and growled. There goes his entire plan. He glared at the Sawk and cracked his neck."I'm quite insulted right now. Stop holding back and hit me for real!" He roared as his arms glowed a bright green. He jumped down onto the group and smashed the Sawk into the hard earth. He then picked it up and threw it at the group as he jumped back out of their range. Mizu began waving his arms around and sand began rising from the ground. He flung his arms forwards and a tornado of sand swept towards the Rescue Team. | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
52,683 | 1,429 | 50 | 2,763 | 485 | Your questions will be answered on the tour, Mildred replied with a light smile as she took the forms from Celina. The secretary briefly scanned a few pages and frowned a bit at the team name. Solar Eclipse? They named themselves after an astronomical phenomenon that blocks the source of light and life? She recalled hearing that the guild had some trouble with a certain 'Team Darkness' a few years ago... But she supposed it wasn't right to judge people by their team name any more than their species.
Mildred made a quick note to watch this team carefully. Then she scanned the lobby. All seemed relatively calm at the moment, and her colleague should return from his errand soon. The Smeargle quickly jotted a note that read On orientation tour, please direct all questions to Sophia. We apologize for the inconvenience. Then she placed the note on her desk, tilted it until it lay perfectly straight, and gestured for Team Solar Eclipse to follow her through a grand door at the end of the lobby.
The group journeyed to a few rooms of importance, including the cafeteria, mail room, and nurse's office. The Pokemon working there seemed more than happy to take a few minutes out of their day to explain the basics of living and working at the guild, and Mildred appreciated the time to sit back and recharge. While a particularly chatty Ambipom explained his job, she leafed through the rest of TSE's application, signing each with the lavender ink on her tail.
"Next stop is the job board," Mildred informed as the three Pokemon walked/flew up a spiral staircase. Unless the Smeargle wanted to endure the embarrassment of huffing and puffing like a Snorlax by the time she reached the top, it would take the group a few more minutes to reach their destination. Mildred realized with a twinge of nerves that now would be an appropriate time for small talk. Though she really wanted to say nothing beyond her pre-written script about the guild, she felt it her duty to at least attempt to give an impression of confidence and interest.
"So... uh..." Mildred began, followed by a pause. "How long have you two known each other?" There. A simple question with an answer that could range from two words to a novel. Good start, Mildred inwardly praised herself. | Name: Mildred
Level: 8
Age (not on CS but I wanted to include it): 21
Ability: Technician
Moveset: Gust (sketched)
History: Mildred was born to a proud clan of Smeargles who pass on their legacy by demonstrating their treasured family move, Secret Sword, for their children to Sketch as their first move. Unfortunately for Mildred, she became aware and curious of her ability unusually fast. Before she learned about her clan's rite of passage, she had already Sketched the move of a random passing Pokemon. This anomaly made her a bully target, and her naturally nerdy personality and top grades in school only worsened the situation. When she was fourteen, Mildred got so sick of the teasing that she tried to run away. Before long, she was attacked by some villainous Pokemon who wanted to steal her bag, including her favorite art history book! Luckily, a group of adventurers from nearby Medburn saved her. Mildred returned home with a new dream: to give back to the guild that helped her. Five years later, that dream finally came true when she was hired as an assistant secretary at Medburn's guild. She has spent the past year happily organizing lots of paperwork and supplies and performing the occasional obligatory coffee run.
Personality: Mildred's intelligence is what makes her stand out. She's not a very strong fighter, but she loves to learn and solve puzzles and has a nearly photographic memory. Mildred is quiet and shy, but friendly enough. She is usually calm, practical, organized, and efficient. However, sometimes she will totally geek out and become an excitable chatterbox, especially when art and/or history is involved. While Mildred fully supports the guild's mission to protect Pokemon, she doesn't personally like battling. She is a little timid and afraid of the dangerous world beyond the walls of the guild. |
52,684 | 1,429 | 51 | 1,448 | 3,925 | Mildred took us on a full tour of the place once we finished our paperwork, probably as a measure to make sure we don't get lost. I made a particular note in my head about where the nurse and her office was, given that I'd most likely end up there than anywhere else. I didn't really say much, simply nodding, and commenting "Oh," or "I see," whenever some place was brought up, and talked about at length as if Mildred was a textbook. The tour seemed to end on the top floor of the guild, where two separate boards, which seemed to have notes on them, and at least one of them was called the 'Job Board', given all of the notes, I had to assume that this is what we'd end up doing most of the time when we're not sent off on a special mission from the master of the guild, exploring a place that might have something to do with the stargate, or otherwise dealing with issues that aren't on either of these boards. Mildred then asks us how long we've known each other, and, never being good at lying, I trip over my words as I say "W...we've known, er, each other, for, um, a while. Why d...do you ask?" I didn't even believe myself, but I couldn't just tell her that we both came from the stargate, right? I mean, for all we knew, that could make us criminals in this world... after all, Celina seemed to want to keep quiet about it. I then try to change the subject with "So... what's with the other board, huh? Are those some sort of extra-special jobs for expert exploration teams?" I figured Mildred would forget about my lie as soon as I asked her a question I... might not have been expected to ask. | Name: Trevor
Level: 5
Ability: Infiltrator
Moveset: -Screech -Tackle (Even though I could also know Leech Life, and Supersonic by level 5... you said TWO moves... kinda odd.)
History: It all started with the first memory Trevor ever formed... and it was a bad one. His older sister was mad at him for whatever reason, and in response, she threw her tiny fairy doll at Trevor, though, somehow, she managed to throw it right into his open mouth, causing him to choke, and nearly die from the thing... yes, his first memory was of a near-death experience. For a few years after that, he was afraid of anything resembling that fairy doll in any way, and just when he thought that he was finally done being afraid of them, his sister made him try out the Legend of Zelda, a hand-me-down from his uncle who was trying to get rid of his old gaming systems at the time... with what she called 'special, and amazing' cheats. She led him to the fairy fountain, or, one of them anyways, and she told Trevor to try to get one of them... he did, but due to her 'cheats', the fairy didn't heal him like it should have, instead, it made a loud noise and hurt Trevor's character, killing the character, and causing his sister to laugh uproariously, though, Trevor was still young, so he actually thought THIS was what normally happened when you got a fairy in that game, so, he started avoiding them in all future games. A few years later, his uncle brought another old system, the Gameboy, and another old game Final Fantasy something or other... Trevor's memory of that game was kinda fuzzy, but he does remember one thing there, the pixies, now, he didn't know that these things had the defenses of a piece of paper, so he stupidly tried using magic on them with all of his party members and predictably, it didn't go well, with the entire party getting knocked out, and just that one pixie remaining. They've struck again... was Trevor's thought at the game over scene played.
Trevor started playing pokemon after that, starting with his uncle's Red and Blue versions, yes, he had both, and his sister didn't want either of them. Thankfully, there weren't any fairies, or, at least, any sort of 'fairy-type' in the game, and the fairy-like pokemon in the game didn't seem to give him that much trouble. Trevor found a new favorite game series in pokemon, as he quickly went on to get the Silver version, and then, once he finally got a new system in the Gameboy Advance, he got the Emerald version, given that he didn't have the GBA until after Emerald came out. This was the last pokemon game he played... sure, he eventually got a 3DS, but he kinda moved on from pokemon since then, at least, that's what his parents kept telling him, so he got Bravely Default instead. Unfortunately for him, the game pretty much started off with a fairy helper, though, at the time, he didn't think anything of it, and just moved along the story as per normal, with the fairy helper getting more and more... well... strange as the story went forwards. He eventually purified the last crystal in the last world, and that's when he got to fight... HER. His party was underleveled for this fight, and he didn't have the right classes to keep everyone alive, so, every time he booted up the game, he got steamrolled by the boss... and he couldn't go anywhere else. They've struck again... was Trevor's only thought at this, remembering that this boss was, in fact, a fairy.
Then the remakes of Pokemon Ruby and Sapphire were coming out. Trevor was, as expected, excited for this, and he saved up some money to get one of the games for himself, even if his parents didn't want him to get it. That's when the dreams started. Much like with Bravely Default, he didn't think much of them at the time, but, they kept getting stranger day by day, but, this was the day, the new pokemon games were finally coming out... he just had to sleep through tonight. He did just that, however, where he woke up wasn't his home, but some sort of rocky wasteland. Trevor didn't get a lot of time to think about, or observe this place, as the next thing he knew, he was attacked by pokemon, as well as other strange creatures he didn't really know about, but assumed were also pokemon, and was knocked out almost immediately. He woke up again, this time in some sort of medical cabin, with a pink, tall pokemon looking over him. He tried to say something, but couldn't due to a mix of exhaustion and pain, and he tried to move his arms only for a wing to come into his view... a wing that resembled a bat's. It wasn't the right color for zubat, golbat, or crobat, so he had no idea what he was, other than that he, at least thanks to the what he now knew was an Audino's speech about how he got here, and where this was. Since that day, he looked around in some books to get information on the pokemon he missed in gen 4, gen 5, and gen 6, and when he was looking at types... he saw it, the fairy type... no... that can't be! It was right after steel, and was immune to dragon-type attacks. He also checked what kind of pokemon he was, and figured out that he was a pokemon known as a Noibat... which was a dragon type. They've struck again...
Personality: Trevor is cautious, if not simply timid. He'll usually try to help out others, however, he'll also be the first to flee in any dangerous situation. Due to some history with his childhood, he's particularly afraid of the fairy type... that being said he doesn't know some pokemon ARE fairy-types, so he won't fear them until he figures that out. |
52,685 | 1,429 | 52 | 775 | 1,184 | Celina listened to the explications as they moved around, looking at the different rooms and everything. She looked particularity at the cafeteria... It made her think she didn't have breakfast or anything... but she still didn't feel hungry, which was rather... strange... maybe the change to being in this world actually caused her to have less hunger then usual. And seeing how small she was now.... she probably won't be eating that much food anyway or have the need for that much. She breath deeply before continuing to move, until they arrived at the job board and then Mildred asked her question. She looked at Trevor as she responded. At least he was fallowing the plan on that right now. It was best to stay quiet about it until they get to know and understand what the deal with the whole stargate situation. She then started to look at the job board, searching for any simple job, before looking back at the group and listening to what Trevor was saying.
"Ya... I am kinda wondering about that also." she then commented | Name: Celina Letendre
Level: 5
Ability: Serene Grace
Moveset: Charm, Metronome
History: Celina started her life rather normally, her dad worked as a financial advisor for small companies, and her mother stayed at home, working on cleaning up as well as taking care of buying everything that was needed in the house. Life was rather calm for Celina, because she didn’t cause a lot of trouble, although compare to other girls, she didn’t like dolls and such. Instead, she was more of a gamer girl, playing rather popular video games, but being more towards strategics games.
So life continued on, although at school, she didn’t really fit in with other girls, who talked more about beauty and other things, like fashion. This didn’t really interest her, because at a young age, accuriteher mother constantly told her that beauty was from within, not from the outside, and she actually believed that.
So she kept doing her things, playing her games at school but actually making friends with the boys at school, even if they sometimes made fun of her for being a girl… which they regretted not long after as she pulled the guilty boys hair and then looked at him in the face, serious and with a mean look. They stopped soon after with bothering her with this, thinking it was not even worth making fun about it.
School wise, she actually had good grades, especially in mathematics, beating most of the people in class. This got her the reputation of nerdy girl… but she actually didn’t care. They didn’t know what they were saying. She just continued on with her life, making friends and actually playing online, and surprisingly playing shooters and such.
At first as she played, she didn’t use any mics, so no one actually knew she was a girl, and she kept on dominating players on servers, being very accurate in her shots, and actually using commands to keep her team in track of what was going on. Then one day, when she got her mic during vacation… people in her friend list coulden’t believe it was her. A girl all this time was dominating everyone… It was then she was invited on a tournament with the best players of the game. She knew she was going to have a lot of fun there…
It was in a couple of days… but she started having weird dreams…. Dreams that didn’t make any sense to her. But she didn’t think anything about them. She was getting ready for the tournament… Then the next day the tournament was going to start… she coulden’t wait… She went to sleep… but she didn’t wake up where she though she would….
Instead, she woke up in a strange world with a rocky wasteland all around. She looked around confused, feeling weak. She tried to walk, only to find it rather difficult for her to even more properly. She looked down, seeing her body… She had become a togepi! She started to freak out until something hit her…
She then woke up in Medburn, in a strange building where a Chansey was healing her wounds. Although all this… all this made her confused… why was she like this… what changed her… and the tournament… she was suppose to go play, and now it was ruined… Her friends… what would they think of her having gone away like that…. She started to cry a bit for the first hours, wanting to be alone.
Then she started to feel better, and started to study about where she landed, trying to get the most information on what happened, why she was here. She didn’t get much information except she came from a Stargate and about mystery dungeons appearing cause of them. What would she do…. She coulden’t go and stand there to do nothing… she had to figure out what was going on, fix it and possibly go back home…. And to home her friends would forgive her for disappearing like that.
Personality: Celina is more of a easy-going girl, although rather intelligent, being able to think quickly in situations. She can also be serious when needed. She dislikes being alone, and is rather friendly. |
52,686 | 1,429 | 53 | 2,763 | 485 | Mildred frowned as Trevor gave his shaky, vague answer. Maybe she was right to be suspicious of this team. Right then, the Smeargle made up her mind not to let them out of her sight until a higher-ranking member of the guild could check them out. Well, unless they attacked or threatened her... or set foot outside the town border... but barring those limits, Mildred would not be stopped from performing her solemn duty! She quickly resumed her professional demeanor as Trevor asked about the sparser board on the left.
"You're halfway right," Mildred answered, staring grimly at the notes and sketches, some of which she drew herself. "This board is for bounties on wanted criminals. Most of them are stronger than the average Pokemon you'll meet in a dungeon, so we'll only allow teams to hunt crooks if we know th-they're capable. They're arranged fr-from petty thieves at the bottom to pot-t-tentially region-threatening criminals at the top."
Mildred gulped and tore her eyes away from the board that rattled her every time she walked by, as if those sketches would come to life and maul her. But the most frightening of all was a long list of crimes with no image or name near the top of the board. Suddenly remembering her company, the secretary cleared her throat and half-succeeded at plastering on a pleasant smile.
"But you don't have to worry about that board for a while," Mildred continued, quickly escorting the team toward the board on the right. This one nearly overflowed with notes of various size. "This is the job board for other tasks, such as retrieval, escort, and rescue missions. Like the bounty board, missions are arranged by estimated difficulty from bottom to top. Now, let's see if there's anything near the bottom that could fit your team..." | Name: Mildred
Level: 8
Age (not on CS but I wanted to include it): 21
Ability: Technician
Moveset: Gust (sketched)
History: Mildred was born to a proud clan of Smeargles who pass on their legacy by demonstrating their treasured family move, Secret Sword, for their children to Sketch as their first move. Unfortunately for Mildred, she became aware and curious of her ability unusually fast. Before she learned about her clan's rite of passage, she had already Sketched the move of a random passing Pokemon. This anomaly made her a bully target, and her naturally nerdy personality and top grades in school only worsened the situation. When she was fourteen, Mildred got so sick of the teasing that she tried to run away. Before long, she was attacked by some villainous Pokemon who wanted to steal her bag, including her favorite art history book! Luckily, a group of adventurers from nearby Medburn saved her. Mildred returned home with a new dream: to give back to the guild that helped her. Five years later, that dream finally came true when she was hired as an assistant secretary at Medburn's guild. She has spent the past year happily organizing lots of paperwork and supplies and performing the occasional obligatory coffee run.
Personality: Mildred's intelligence is what makes her stand out. She's not a very strong fighter, but she loves to learn and solve puzzles and has a nearly photographic memory. Mildred is quiet and shy, but friendly enough. She is usually calm, practical, organized, and efficient. However, sometimes she will totally geek out and become an excitable chatterbox, especially when art and/or history is involved. While Mildred fully supports the guild's mission to protect Pokemon, she doesn't personally like battling. She is a little timid and afraid of the dangerous world beyond the walls of the guild. |
52,687 | 1,429 | 54 | 2,763 | 485 | Mildred found one crisp, bright note that must have been placed there earlier today. In a barely legible scrawl, it read:
Mission type: Rescue
Client: Nate the Fennekin
Location: Quake Path
Reward: 5 Geo Pebbles, Protein, $1000
Difficulty: 1
Description: My best friend, Kate the Cyndaquil, and I went into Quake Path on a dare. There, a big Pokemon started chasing us, and we got separated! I made it out, but Kate might still be in there. Please hurry; that big Pokemon might do terrible things if it catches her!
After a little searching, Mildred also found a sightly faded note behind some of the newer ones. In much neater handwriting, it read:
Mission type: Retrieval
Client: Bill the Nidorino
Location: Quake Path
Reward: Heal Seed, Calcium, $1000
Difficulty: 1
Description: My son, Will the Rattata, lost his Pecha Scarf deep in Quake Path. Without that scarf, I can't hug or play with my son for fear of poisoning him with my Poison Point! Please bring his scarf back soon!
"These might be a little tough for a team of two beginners," Mildred commented, pointing out both notices to Celina and Trevor. "But I'm afraid they're the best we have at the moment. You can take one of these assignments if you think you're ready, or you can wait for something a little easier to come along." The Smeargle secretly hoped Team Solar Eclipse would choose to wait. That way, she would definitely have time to inform her superiors of her unsettling hunches about this team. | Name: Mildred
Level: 8
Age (not on CS but I wanted to include it): 21
Ability: Technician
Moveset: Gust (sketched)
History: Mildred was born to a proud clan of Smeargles who pass on their legacy by demonstrating their treasured family move, Secret Sword, for their children to Sketch as their first move. Unfortunately for Mildred, she became aware and curious of her ability unusually fast. Before she learned about her clan's rite of passage, she had already Sketched the move of a random passing Pokemon. This anomaly made her a bully target, and her naturally nerdy personality and top grades in school only worsened the situation. When she was fourteen, Mildred got so sick of the teasing that she tried to run away. Before long, she was attacked by some villainous Pokemon who wanted to steal her bag, including her favorite art history book! Luckily, a group of adventurers from nearby Medburn saved her. Mildred returned home with a new dream: to give back to the guild that helped her. Five years later, that dream finally came true when she was hired as an assistant secretary at Medburn's guild. She has spent the past year happily organizing lots of paperwork and supplies and performing the occasional obligatory coffee run.
Personality: Mildred's intelligence is what makes her stand out. She's not a very strong fighter, but she loves to learn and solve puzzles and has a nearly photographic memory. Mildred is quiet and shy, but friendly enough. She is usually calm, practical, organized, and efficient. However, sometimes she will totally geek out and become an excitable chatterbox, especially when art and/or history is involved. While Mildred fully supports the guild's mission to protect Pokemon, she doesn't personally like battling. She is a little timid and afraid of the dangerous world beyond the walls of the guild. |
52,688 | 1,429 | 55 | 26 | 2,681 | The Throh had gotten everyone out of the attack and jumped out in time. boy, was the move Circle Throw useful. After everyone was up on the same level as the opposing group, the fight really began. Sawk ran up to the Gollet with a night slash, sending him back into the other two ghosts. Iya ran up to the Gabite, and did a Force Palm to the side of his head, disorienting him, the a High Jump Kick to his chin, sending him sprawling backwards.
Throh then stepped up With Rockslide. Rocks from all over Quake Path, rose up high into the air, and came down on the group. While the battle was going on, Yere was already making his way to where the energy surges were, speeding through the cracked rock, and the obscured terrain. | Name: He goes by 'Pyrros' now, as he forgot his last name.
Level: 5
Ability: Blaze
Moveset: Scratch, Leer
History:
Personality:
I like it, accepted! |
52,689 | 1,429 | 56 | 837 | 2,970 | Mizu
Mizu was getting knocked around by the Meditite and he was getting quite annoyed. He got up, glared at the Gabite, and roared. Mizu started off with a couple of slashes to the Meditite's chest, then followed up with a Dual Chop to his head, knocking him to the ground. He noticed the Lucario running away and looked to the others. "Someone needs to take care of that damn Lucario!" He yelled as he moved closer to the Meditite and prepared to Slash him into itty bitty pieces. | Name: Mizu A.K.A. The Golden Gabite
Level: 30
Ability: Sand Veil
Moveset: Sandstorm, Dual Chop, Sand Tomb, and Slash
History: Mizu was born on a beach with no family and no friends as is dictated by typical Garchomp culture. He learned to fend for himself and eventually joined a clan of other Garchomps, Gabites, and Gibles which is what he was at the time. He grew stronger, he had to or he would've been kicked out or worse, killed for food. He eventually evolved into a Gabite and that was where his life took a turn for the worse. He didn't understand at the time but his clan had been raiding villages and plundering them for all of their food. A Rescue Team was hired to take them down for a high price by a town that the clan was on the path to. The team was made of an Alakazam, a Machamp, and a Goodra. They fought the entire clan and was able to defeat them all but with a cost. By the end the team was exhausted and there was one Gabite left. That Gabite was Mizu. He didn't like his clan by any means but he liked the safety they brought him. That safety was now gone which enraged him. He took down the tired Rescue Team and ate their corpses. He looted their bags and found the letter which ordered his team's demise. He had no idea what money was but it was obviously valuable if the promise of it brought this tens to destroy his clan he thought. So he began his reign of terror as he pillaged, looted, and stole as much as he could in the pursuit of money. Let it be known though that he has not killed anyone other than the Rescue Team who wiped out his clan. He hid his entire stash of treasures and gold where he was first born, The Bloody Beaches. The Bloody Beaches are home to many Water types and as you get deeper within the dungeon, Dragon Types as well. There are high amounts of iron in the water causing it to have a slight red tint from which the Beaches gain their namesake. There is nothing too special environment wise which is why it is only classified with a difficulty rank of 3. The treasure is in the deepest part of the Beaches where Mizu has made his home.
Personality: Mizu is violent, greedy, rude, and just a mean Pokemon in general. This is due to the lack of friends he's had his entire life, he doesn't even understand the concept of friendship. The only thing he cares about is money and battle. He believes that all power comes from money and everything else is worthless. However he is honorable to a degree and knows when to admit defeat. His upbringing as a Dragon type assured that much at least. He isn't really a bad Pokemon overall, he just doesn't know anything other than the life he leads. If he were to be convinced to join a guild he would treat his guild mates as if they were his clan, but he would still be pretty obsessed with money. He has a pretty mean sense of humour, he loves to prank other Pokemon when not collecting treasure. His greatest wish is to find Garchompite, as he believes it is the ultimate treasure for his species. |
52,690 | 1,430 | 0 | 703 | 194 | The air was absolutely electrifying in the small settlement of Estar. The majority of the time the tiny city had a habit of being rather quiet and peaceful. Once a year however the town would explode with activity. The reason for this being the graduation party of the most important building in Estar, perhaps all of Airengard. Shattermane Academy trained the most elite warriors in the land. Dragoons to be exact. Many years ago, the land was controlled by the dragons. The rest of the races feared their power, and thus offered tributes monthly to avoid perishing. The original group of dragoons had studied for years in secret, learning exactly what caused the dragons to be so powerful.
After nearly a decade, they had succeeded. The first dragoons were born, wielding powers that were far beyond any of the humanoid races. They trained endlessly, and when the time came they challenged the ancient race. Slowly they released the hold of tyranny that the creatures had held for so long. Though many were slain in the war, the dragoons of old succeeded in securing freedom for the land of Airengard. Lacking a purpose, the dragon warriors retired to the halls built in their honor. They vowed to prepare the next generations of heroes, so as to be prepared if disaster struck again.
A chatter of excitement rang through the town, as the sun reached the middle of the sky. The festivities would begin soon. Inhabitants and visitors alike flocked towards the middle of the town, crowding around the colossal fountain in the square. Occasionally a child would throw a gold coin into the vast waters, upholding the legends that it granted wishes. Applause erupted, as the leader of the dragoons appeared at the top of the stairs leading into the academy. All eyes turned to the form of the current headmaster Lucia, who had taken her place at the oak podium. She cleared her throat and the chatter of the square quieted. Behind her, stood the newest ranks of the great dragoons.
Edun Sternstride stood among his peers. The class had dwindled over the years that they had studied, but he supposed this was the case everytime graduation happened. The point of the academy was to weed out the weak links. Only the best of the best became dragoons. He had no idea what became of the rest. The brunette was boiling in his armor, but over the years he had become used to it. Joy bloomed in his chest as he looked down the line of the seven other classmates. Over the years, he had come to know them to some degree. Not that he could claim to be best mates with any of them. He had never seen any of them outside of the concealing armor. The most important rule of Shattermane Academy is that your appearance remained anonymous. It was strictly prohibited to remove your helmet outside of your room. Dragoons were of one mind, appearances didn’t matter. Doing so resulted in immediate expulsion and removal from the premises.
At least that’s what Lucia had stressed on his induction. If Edun had it his way he would have cast away his helmet right now. The headmaster cleared her throat once more, pulling him away from his thoughts. Beneath her own armor a clear voice rang out. “Today we are gathered to celebrate the graduation of these fine soldiers. They have expressed talents far beyond the normal inhabitants of this land. They are the cream of the crop, and from this day forth they will be treated as so.” She fell silent for dramatic effect Edun assumed. When she started again, her tone was very different. “Today is also the dawn of a new era. I have a pleasant surprise for all of you.” Her tone was sinister, and the brunette felt a shiver run down his spine. Something was wrong.
“Today you will all be subjects of a new world. A world that I have created. I have slaved over books for years searching for a way to make my dreams a reality. Let me show you what I have learned…” Edun looked at his peers. Though he knew that they could not see his face, he was puzzled. What did she mean a new world? Was this the same speech that all the graduates were graced with? Her next words left him in awe. What was going on here?
“Surge veteres olim, et virtutes, quæ i donare voluerint, ad me; Surge, et bestiae tradunt, antiquum munus, me in tua scientia et potentia. Gaudeamus, et contere impios, frustraque animarum errantium. Novum genus a nobis Aurora cinere.”
Lucia’s profile seemed to glow, her chant hypnotic. She repeated the same lines several times. Upon finishing it the third time. Edun shouted in fear, but his words were lost among the panicked shouts. The sky darkened, the sun disappearing behind dark clouds. Lightning rippled through the sky, all leading to the center of the vapor. The people who had gathered were now scattering, all trying to escape Estar. A few seconds passed, and Lucia turned to look at the alumni. She ripped her helmet off. Blonde hair fell to the middle of her back. She tossed the head covering from her. It fell with a clatter, before rolling to rest at the bottom of the stairs. The look in her aqua blue eyes was crazed.
“What have you done?” Edun screamed at her, drawing his mace. He attempted to swing for her skull to knock her unconscious. The result made him wish he would have held his tongue. Wordlessly she held up her arm. His blunt weapon collided with the side of her head, but he realized too late that she had activated Drakkenhide. “Be gone.” Flames swirled in her hand forming a tiny red orb. “You bi-“ He tried to snarl as she forced her half-assed Scalding Palm into his chest with a demented smirk. If he had been in plain clothes, he was positive that it would have killed him. The force of the explosion slammed Edun against the wall, knocking the breath from his chest momentarily. Stars flashed in his vision.
He was sure that she had knocked him loopy. As he gazed into the clouds, they transformed before his eyes. The storm was splitting into several clouds, their cottony looks changed, becoming scaly and serpentine. Roars rang out through the skies. Edun gasped. The dragons were back. They split off in different directions. The largest of all coming to hover over them. Lucia jumped into the sky, leaving gouges in the ground. Skyfall Edun found himself thinking in awe as she reached heights he believed unobtainable. She boarded the dragon, and the duo was gone in the blink of an eye, traveling at speeds that Edun thought impossible.
The human looked at his peers, ripping his own helmet from his face. “What in the hell just happened?” Edun asked in bewilderment, though he was sure that it was painfully obvious. The dragons were back, and they were angry. “I’m going after her. There is sure to be a path of destruction leading to these beasts. Join me if you wish.” | Name:
Edun Sternstride
Age:
Twenty-five
Race:
Human
Hometown:
Landow
Biography:
The main reason that Edun joined Shattermane Academy is for the income it provides. His family has never been what you would call rich. His father was an able provider, but most of the time made only enough gold to barely make ends meet. Freshly instated dragoons bring in a fair sum of money. This was the major driving force in his decision. Due to his family residing in Landow, he is particularly good at haggling with merchants over the price of items. When asked to prove his worth to the dragoons he had drawn his short bow, and fired an arrow into a nearby target. This isn't what impressed his recruiter. It was when he drew another arrow and then split the first with it that he confirmed his entry into Shattermane Academy. Edun is not the most studious man, and struggled to stay on top of the heavy course load. Several times he was sure that he wouldn’t make it, but through perseverance he has reached graduation day. He excels in combat, but is not the best tactician. Due to this he is prone to make rash mistakes when on the battlefield. This is the reason that he chose Drakkenhide as one of his Dragonartes, as it can protect him if he fails to judge the situation correctly. Edun prefers to use blunt weapons for close combat, and his second ability reflects that. He tends to wear a heavy set of armor to protect him from the brunt of damage, enabling him the durability to activate Zealot's Revenge. This allows the man to deal heavy amounts of damage that could bring down even the strongest of enemies in a single blow.
Dragonartes:
Drakkenhide
Zealot’s Revenge
Weapon:
Roleplaying Sample:
I’m the GM, nuff said. |
52,691 | 1,430 | 1 | 1,445 | 4,058 | In his hometown, Ralthavar was celebrating the graduation of his training. Years spent training, and today was the day were he would be rewarded for it. It was the day of graduation in Estar, and the entire town had gathered for this day. His own parents were allowed to take a front-seat view of his graduation, no doubt filling both him and his parents with pride. Not that you could tell; all the dragoons wore unique crafted armors, most of them with face-concealing helmets. While others would find armor to be cumbersome, Ralthavar was right at home in his metal plates. He wore his armor like others would wear their clothes; constantly. Though it has yet to been proven, he considers himself the fastest in his full armor; he did not even need the dragonartes of Zephyr Dash or Esper Blessing to run with great speed or move like a dancer. And this included if he was armed with his weapons; his massive tower shield simply known as "Ralthavar's Wall" and his smaller but still fairly massive claw known as "The Claw". Names wasn't really something Ralthavar put much work in, but both were his tools, his weapons, and he was a master with both.
The ceremony began with all the graduating Dragoons standing in their full armor in front of a crowd of Estar's civilians. Lucia, the headmaster, arrived to give an opening speech to the dragoons. Ralthavar had been present to some of the graduations of the dragoons, each one a little bit different, but most of them following the same formula. Hence why Ralthavar was so surprised when Lucia began to chant. "I know this," An ancient phrase, one that Ralthavar had dismissed as pointless mysticism. When he tried to research the meaning behind the chant, all his efforts met with dead ends. But he could not imagine that this is what would happen when the chant was used. Ralthavar saw Edun charge towards Lucia, and Ralthavar followed suit and shot The Claw at her. However when she used the Scalding Palm dragonartes, the force was strong enough to knock his Claw off course, missing Lucia completely. By the time he retracted his Claw Lucia had taken to the skies on the back of a dragon, Ralthavar tried, in vain, to grab onto the beast, only to hit nothing but air. Once his Claw was back in it's place, he turned to Edun who proclaimed that he would chase after Lucia. "Quite a way to begin our graduation as Dragoons... But it's appropriate. We became dragoons, and now it is time to prove our worth." Is what Ralthavar thought. He looked towards the crowd, many of them who have managed to reach safety including his own parents. Though they could not see his face nor hear each others words, Ralthavar and his parents knew what he was going to do.
The orc walked over to the comparatively human dragoon. They were all young, and what they were doing was foolish. This was no time to be playing hero, but that wasn't going to stop them. The headmaster has become traitorous, and now possibly leads an veritable army of dragons who threaten the world. Who else could stop them but the Dragoons? "Lead the way." | Name:
Ralthavar Vorinclex
Age: 23
Race: Orc (But he keeps this a secret)
Hometown: Estar
Biography:
Ralthavar's life was fairly steady, but not without it's share of hardships. His parents were skilled artisans, his father a stone mason while his mother had a knack with herbal remedies. But not all was easy, mostly due to their race. Being orcs brought fear and hatred on them. Unlike most, however, they didn't fight. At least his parents didn't; they knew the ramifications of what would happen when they moved to Estar, but were determined to see it through. Ralthavar was, at first, fairly violent when met with confrontation. He was quick to resort to violence, and when it came to fighting he was always larger and stronger than most of his enemies. But soon he learned that if he continued to follow this path, enemies will be his only company; any potential friends were driven away out of fear or spite. He needed to find a new way to deal with his enemies that didn't involve crushing their hands with rocks. He had to become friendly.
When he was a young teenager, Ralthavar began to live a life of discipline. To control himself so that he does not let his fury take over him. So that he knew not to speak the truth when the truth would cause pain, but not to lie for the sake of others. Slowly, he was gaining acceptance. He entered Shattermane Academy as soon as possible, quickly making new friends with his calmer attitude. He was given the name "Shield Brother" for his friendliness with his allies and his ability with a shield. Life went on, with it's ups and downs. While Ralthavar learned to control himself, it never stopped the pain and the hatred that would build. He kept things bottled, kept it quiet, out of sight, and continued to create a facade of a personable and collective orc. Which he was... But he was also hiding his inner turmoil. There were times were he would crack, and some of his anger would come out. Those times he feared the worse, and struggles to maintain himself.
Ralthavar was able to graduate Shattermane Academy with some honors, but the turmoil never stopped. Problems always arose; fools who would harm his friends, enemies who would try to harm him. He dealt with them the best he could, but everyday he struggles against himself to not let loose his true feelings. Anger born of regret, anger born of worry, or simply a unexplainable rage brought about from a mix of things. All the while Ralthavar continues to keep up his stoic demeanor, and will continue to do so until he'll finally explode.
Dragonartes:
Dragon's Wrath
Skyfall
Weapon(s):
The Claw - A weapon designed by Ralthavar's father when he entered Shattermane. The Claw can function much like a normal one, to slash or tear apart his enemies, but a unique trait of the weapon is that it's retractable chain. The Claw can be shot out at great force, strong enough to penetrate solid stone, and can maintain a powerful grip, one strong enough to hold not only Ralthavar, but just about anyone else he's holding onto to. The Claw's grip can be turned on his enemies as well, as it can crush through bones and metal as though it was made of glass. However, The Claw suffers from a limited dexterity; it has only three "Fingers" that, while able to twist and turn as need be, lack the sensitivity and over all flexibility for complicated handling.
Ralthavar's Wall - An absolutely huge shield the size of a door, but several times thicker and much, much harder. Made from a skull-plate shard of an ancient dead dragon, Ralthavar came across it when he and a group of his fellows were sent to investigate an alleged "Dragon Graveyard". They found one dragon, the shards of it's bones used as grave markers, but that aside no more than just the one. They tried to take some pieces back to make into weapons, but many of the smiths found that the dragon bone was much too hard to work with. But that didn't stop Ralthavar. He spent three months and over a hundred chisels and hammers to make a few holes into the dragon bone. Once they were large enough, he looped a chain through the holes and turned the neigh-indestructible bone piece into a mighty shield. The shield itself weighs in at around thirty pounds alone, though Ralthavar can wield it well enough to use it to bash, batter, crush, and smash it into enemies.
Roleplaying Sample:
Unmoving even to the claws of the dragons, Ralthavar stood his ground as the giant beast tried to knock him away. But he refused to do so. He was the only one who could stand before the dragon; his allies too injured, or busy escorting the villagers to safety. The dragon took the skies in an attempt to by pass the stubborn orc, but he would not allow it. Aiming his Claw at the beast, the three-prong weapon broke through the dragon's sage and dug into it's flesh. The beast made a mighty roar that deafen Ralthavar, but he did not falter. He caused the chain to retract, pulling him towards the dragon as it flew away. His tailed swung widely, knowing that Ralthavar was going to try to born it. He was hit, but he did not slow down. His armor protected him from a large brunt of the damage. When the dragon swung it's tail again, Raltavar released his claw and shot it at the tail, latching onto it. Soon Ralthavar had his feet firmly planted onto the dragon's tail, and now he had to make the treacherous march up it's back.
The dragon, who had thought Ralthavar had fell to his doom, calmed his flight as he searched the earth for the prey. Meanwhile Ralthavar was making his way up the dragon's back, slowed down only by the force of the wind and his attempts to keep stability. Time went on, and for Ralthavar it felt like hours. The dragon made sharp turns, dives, and sometimes would fly upside down, but not matter when it did Ralthavar stayed on. Upon reaching the middle back, Ralthavar made a running dash. He knew the dragon had found his allies, and he knew that if he did not do something the dragon would burn his friends and innocents in a blaze of fire. He shot his claw out once more, and the blades sung themselves into the neck of the beast. The dragon roared, and now knew of his presence. He flew more erratically, doing spins and sudden stops to loose the orc, but it's attempts were in vain. Soon Ralthavar reached to dragon's head, and now it was time for their final battle.
The dragon landed onto the ground and attempted to grab Ralthavar, but it's claws were knocked away with a swipe of Ralthavar's shield. He had to move quickly now. Wasting no more time, Ralthavar used his Dragonartes "Skyfall" to fly into the air, right next to the dragon's eye. He didn't even get a chance to blink before Ralthavar drove his Claw into the dragon's eye, clutching it's cornea in his powerful Claw. He pulled it out, causing a gush of blood and eye fluids to erupted, as he slammed his Wall into the remaining bits of the dragon's eye. It cause the beast no end of pain and tried to knock Ralthavar off, to crush it against it's massive claw, but Ralthavar was too quick for the dragon. He dodged the dragon's blows, and when the dragon flung it's head up, Ralthavar went to the skies. He had not yet defeated the beast, but now he would preform the coup de grace. Channeling the power within himself, Ralthavar activated his other Dragonartes " Dragon's Wrath" unto his Claw. His weapon glowed with an awesome power as he threw his claw down into the dragon's skull. The Claw broke through the monster's skull plate, digging into it's brain. But this was not the deathblow. No, it was when Ralthavar put his wall in front of him, and began his decent. His mass combined with the speed of his fall as well as his heavy weight turned him into something akin to a meteor as he crushed the dragon's skull with his Wall and his body. The very force of his fall was great enough to send the dragon's head strait towards the ground and form a crater.
The dust began to settled. The villagers came to investigate, while Ralthavar's allies prepared themselves for another battle. But from the smoke came out a figure: Ralthavar, his armor stained with blood and gore. None of it his own however. When the dust cleared the villagers and his allies would see the corpse of the dragon, it's head destroyed. Ralthavar said nothing as he walked pasted the others, and motioned them to continue onwards towards the next town. |
52,692 | 1,430 | 2 | 309 | 452 | Antafien stood in the ranks of his fellows. He was a little bit taller then the rest, but being an elf it was only natural as he looked through the slit visor of his helmet. He hated these things, though he wore a light weight armor chest piece that was all he wore. The speeds at which he could move even with out dragonartes was impressive, and you didn't want your vision obscured when you had to react to things so fast. So their he stood watching at the festivities. Maybe because he was drow, maybe cause he was an urchin he didn't know, but the other races loved there celebrations and he couldn't quite understand it, despite those thoughts however hidden away by his helmet he did smile . He was proud at all he had accomplished, a Drow urchin living among the other races, many said he would achieve nothing, looked at him with open hate and disgust, or with barely managed contempt. But here he stood, people looking on in a bit of awe at him and the warriors next to him. Never in his life has he felt so welcomed, and even admired.
Despite always wearing helmets people knew what he was in the academy or that he was at least some kind of elf. Unless you knew the diffrence between elvish and Drow their languages sounded very similar. So he looked on taking in a deep breath as he smiled behind the cover of that helmet. He closed his eyes and listened to head mistress Lucia, but they were open as he noted that she was ranting, talking like a mad woman, and then he heard her chanting as he looked over and then up as the sky started to darken and dragons once again roomed the skies. He judged the situation. Lucia was the best of them, the strongest in dargonartes as he watched two people attack her and she swatted them away like flies before leaping into the air. This was an interesting turn of a events.
He looked to the human as he threw off his helmet and stood up asking questions and vowing to give pursuit . Antafien walked forward "I would say that our dear headmistress has gone crazed, summoned dragons once more into a world, and left to start building a kingdom of her own image." His voice was smooth like slik, but had a sharp hiss like a snake as he sounded rather calm. He smiled taking his helmet off, he never liked rules very much. His long pure white hair falling down as those bright red eyes looked on. He fixed his coat and slipped off the gloves on his hands as there was no need to hide the color at this juncture, he never liked hiding what he was anyways. "So you ask us to risk our lives, chasing after the strongest of us, now with an army of dragons at her beck and call." he paused for a moment as he grinned wide and his eyes narrowed some giving him a rather sinister look. "Sounds like fun to me." he stated his voice taking on a harsh tone. Soon his eyes turned looking over the candidates "And who else will Join us in our dance with death." | Name: Antafien Avury'lyl
Age: 26
Race: Drow.
Hometown: Vaneel
Biography: An orphan in Vaneel he grew up around humans and knew few of his own kind, as they are rare among the other races preferring to keep to themselves in there underground cities. The only thing he had of his parents was a weapon his father left him, though he kept it hidden as it was a rare Drow weapon and despite being able to fetch a high price he didn't want to lose the only connection to his parents. Becasue of his alienation from others he found solace in the underground labyrinth, and explored them often. Though his became his greatest strength living on the streets as he soon could navigate that labyrinth with ease. He would pop out, steal something and quickly slip away in one of the many openings through out the city. This however caught the eye of the cities more questionable businessmen, seeing as the child could move virtually anywhere in the city unseen they used him as a courier and guide as some people could get by down in those dark tunnels, but non people were astonished how he moved through with out using markings to find his way, he simply knew where he was going.
As he grew older he was never the strongest, he relied on his seeped, agility, grace, and most importantly cunning and guile. Though living among humans he lacked some of the more, flawed personality traits of his people. Namely their cruelty and disdain for the other races, But there was one thing that he craved like all of his kind and that was power. He grew tired of taking scraps from criminal world as they would never treat him as an equal. Even if he were to kill his way up the latter few would fallow the Drow orphan, so he decided that he would leave this town and go somewhere he could attain standing and recognition, and become strong.
Though he didn't have to wait long, soon Dragoons where in the city, recruiting and he got an idea. He stole from them, but let them know. They chased him through the city as he kept disappearing, only to reappear. He was still a child and could never beat them in a fight. But he also knew they would only use there artes to capture him and not harm him giving him a slight advantage. He kept doing this, disappearing under the city, showing back up and stealing something then hiding. Finally after hours of cat and mouse he approached them with everything he had stolen with a grin on his face. "I am great, make me legendary." he said as that drew a laugh from them as they had to admit for the better part of a day this child had them running around like fools. So they recruited him, they told him he had to give up his life of thievery but this was something he was fine with for as a dragoon he wouldn't have to rely on such things to survive and with the skills and power he attained through the academy nobody would ever look down on him again.
His entrance into the academy was something he expected, disdain and mistrust for what he was. Though he expected that and ignored it as these people were pawns for him and the academy simply a tool. So he ignored the others and focused on training. He worked hard, honing his skills and as time went on he was steadily accepted. People looking beyond a Drow and seeing him for the skilled warrior he was becoming. As well as a trusted ally. though he originally planned on using the academy to gain skill and power and would be rid of them as soon as he no longer had need of them, that soon changed. People trusted him, respected him. These were wholly new things to him, before long he found him self laughing alongside his classmates, training with them and working in a group with them. He had finally found somewhere he fit it and was happy.
Dragonartes: Sadistic crown, Zephyr Dash
Weapon(s): linked crescent blades Made of mithral so they are light, with a mithral chain connecting them together and mithral handle in the middle that holds the chain inside allowing him to adjust the length, The chain itself is 15ft long and chain remains locked in place until he squeezes one of two levers,one for each side, which allows him to feed it out either side as well as slide the handle down or up the chain. Squeezing the outsides of hose levers causes them to retract/)
one on the outside of each boot.)
Roleplaying Sample: Antafien awoke in the night where he rested high in a tree. The feint sound of some one screaming rang in his ear a he rolled falling from that branch dropping to the ground below. Soon he was off running through the forest with great speed as trees passed by he had to kick left and right to avoid them. He drew closer to the source of the scream and slowed down walking onto the road. There was a horse drawn carriage, a merchant's from the look of it. His red eyes survayed the scene, a woman was off the the side on her knees holding a man, bleeding on his shoulder as she was crying. The bandits were busy ransacking there lively hood. "And here I thought I would get a nice nights rest for once" His voice elegant to a degree as the bandits took note of the drow turning around looking at him.
"This ain't got nothin to do with yea Drow. Now scamper back to yea hole" one particularly ugly bandit with a bad case of mouth rot said.
"I will take it you are the leader, yes you are the ugliest so that must who you are."
"Wot yea say red eyes! Fine then well leave yea for cairron."
Just then Antafien lips curled up in that devilish grin of his. "Oh big ward for you, I feel almost proud" he said as the first came at him, swinging a sword as Ant jumped back landing and reaching up the back of his coat and pulling out his weapon, Merdrol, "I would like to you meet my....partner if you will Merdrol." He said as the they came at him again. In its travel state both blades were tight against that metal handle looking more like a short staff as he spun the blade and gripped it in both hands, lifting the right side up he knocked a sword back before dipping and bring the left across in a swipe, the mithral blade sliced through the mans leather armor and cut through flesh leaving the mans insides to become his out as he fell clutching his spilled innards. Though quickly another man yelled swipping down as he quickly brought the right end back up catching the sword between the twin blades as he kicked the man in the sternum sending him tumbling back.
Still grining a man lashed out with a spear using it to keep a distance thrusting it forward as Ant jumped back, twisting to void the point of this mans statement. He brought his own weapon up bringing it down so the spear was in the center and with a twist the wooden neck broke "Oh dear me I have seemed to broken your toy, here let me share mine" he said squeezing on the left lever and pulling up as the blade stayed down and the chain fell out while before he let go of the lever and jerked the blade up. Catching it he quickly tossed it as it speared into his chest and Ant yanked back pulling the blade back to himself catching it, He swapped hands, holding the side still on the staff in his left and gripping the other by the center handle in his left ."two down" he stated looking at the remaining three. The crossed eyes with eachother as Ant stood there, twirling axe like weapon in his left hand and holding the other in his right. "well now, if you don't want to make the first move. I will" he stated as he activated his dragonarte "Zypher dash" they blinked and he was behind the man closest to him, blood dripping from the axe like blade as the man coughed once before his body fell over and his head rolled "three" he said as in another instant he was moving again. He let his left blade go whipping it as he held the the lever and the chain was released and it curved, hitting the man in the side digging into his body half way as the sword in his right hand punged into the bandit leaders chest as he stood before him. All this happened in a manor of moments as he looked at the leader "Four, and five" he said pulling the sword out slowly letting him drop to the ground.
"Well that was rather boring" he said before losing his balance, His since of up and down altered as he swayed some feeling like he was going to puke as he couldn't orientate himself. Though after a few moments it passed as he shook his head, his pure white hair shaking a bit and he pulled the sword from the fourth Bandit laying on the ground. Squeezing the outside of those levers the two blades retracted back into the handle as he spun it some looking over to the couple. "Don't hurt us please, take anything you want" she said looking at him like she was more afraid of him then the bandits. "I have no desire to harm you or steal from you." he stated as he tossed some bandages at the couple "wrap up his wound and your should be fine, it doesn't look fatal" he said as he turned and started walking down his road to make his way back to the academy. "Try to have a nice relaxing weekend camping and this happens. I swear.." he said to him self as he walked pulling out a rag and cleaning off his blade. |
52,693 | 1,430 | 3 | 375 | 33 | The day had finally come. Bram and his fellow classmates had finally passed all the tests, completed all the training, and were on their way to become full fledged members of the Dragoons. The only problem he saw was that he had to wear a helmet. Who would want to cover such a magnificent smile? "Oh well, I guess. It's as hot as the Ethereal Sands in this thing." He was trying to get any of his classmates to make some small talk, because in truth, he was a little nervous about being on stage. He usually had his flashy Rope Dart maneuvers to hide behind when was in front of a group of people, but even then he had not gone in front of the whole of Estar.
He had walked onto the stage, clad in his pale blue plate mail with his Rope Dart wrapped across his chest like a satchel. Bram wasn't the tallest or shortest among his peers, but for a human he was considered above average. His emerald green eyes looking through the slit in his helm could see the giant crowd in front of him, but something strange happened towards the end of the ceremony. The sky turned dark and he could hear Lucia speaking something strange. The clouds had started to take form into what he remembered from the text and paintings he had studied, Dragons. Bram quickly removed his helmet and watched as Edun was flung backwards by the strongest Scalding Palm he had ever seen. What seemed like the largest dragon to be created from the clouds had swooped down and retrieved Lucia. The tallest of the newly admitted Dragoons tried to hook onto the Dragon, but it was quicker than anything he had even dreamed of. I don't think even I could have hit that with my trusty rope dart Bram thought to himself.
He heard Edun's speech about chasing after Lucia and considered him slightly delirious from being knocked around so roughly. Don't we need a plan first? I mean, these are the dragons that we were taught about, we have no actual experience battling the monsters of lore. Bram ran over and looked into the deep red eyes of the Drow, "I will gladly perform my duties as a Dragoon, but our main priority right now is to get the civilians to safety." Bram clamored out of his heavy armor, as he preferred to wear lighter clothing to better use his Rope Dart with, and began to search the immediate area for any injured civilians. "This mess is more than I thought today would have been, and I haven't even got to drink any mead yet..." Bram sighed. | Name: Brammir Ravenbrow
Age: 27
Race: Human
Hometown: Vaneel
Biography: Bram grew up in a decently well off family in Vaneel. He spent most of his time outside the mine that his father owned and managed just to the north of Vaneel. There he diligently practiced with his Rope Dart to the point of being able to hit bottle sized objects out of the sky with it. He was practicing one day as usual outside of the mine when a convoy of Dragoons came to Vaneel to scout out some fresh recruits. He had heard about the Dragoons of course, but never really considered joining them until he saw Lucia in action. There had been a small cave in at the mine that day trapping several of the workers, including his father. Lucia quickly blew the rubble away with a swift punch that seemed to glow brighter than the sun. Bram was in awe; was this the power that the Dragoons could attain? He approached Lucia in the bar near where the Dragoon camp was stationed in Vaneel, asking her if there were any recruit spots left open. She demanded that he show some sort of skill or he would just be wasting both of their time. Bram took a mug of mead from the nearest table and threw it across the room, quickly unwrapping the Rope Dart from his belt then catapulting it from his side to pin the mug by the handle to the wall. He looked back over to Lucia to see what she had to say, she merely nodded in approvable. The rest is history.
Dragonartes: Sadistic Crown, Esper Blessing
Weapon(s):
Roleplaying Sample: LOL no. (I'll actually be working on this so that everyone can get a feel for how I write, since I am not apart of any other RPs at the moment for anyone to check me out on.)
edit: changed appearance to more accurately describe character |
52,694 | 1,430 | 4 | 2,266 | 1,063 | The day was bright and young, the sun reaching its peak as it projected blistering heat down onto the partakers of the ceremony. It had been many years since Aerea had first ventured into Estar and found herself at the gates of the academy. She had spent her time wisely, never slacking, always deep in her studies and focusing solely on becoming the best dragoon she could possibly have been. Taking a red handkerchief, from her pocket, she wiped her brow; black armour was hardly appropriate for the middle of the day and her mouth and nose were crying out for fresh air, but the rules of Shattermane were law, and she had always followed them without question. Today, as she stood alongside her comrades and peers, she felt a sense of belonging she had not felt for most of her life. She had grown accustomed to the different armour sets worn by her fellow students, rarely seeing their faces. She had learned to respect them for their talent and the cause for which they fought.
As she let her eyes observe every detail of her surroundings, taking note of specific citizens before her, of places that would provide cover in the case of an attack, hardly listening to what the headmaster had to say. But her ears perked up as an eerie chant began to fill the air. Her eyes shot towards Lucia "...frustraque animarum errantium. Novum genus a nobis Aurora cinere.” Her mouth dropped open as she realized what was happening.
"Is she-" her words we muffled by the power of Lucia's skyfall as she leapt up into the air, mounting a hellish beast as its scaled mass soared above the collection of townsfolk.
"No.... no, no. How DARE she do this! That traitor! For all these years we trusted her! Such filth would raise an army of her own opponents only to sicken the process further by summoning back the snakes of this earth! That harlot will die." She immediately ran towards where Edun, Ralthavar, and Bram had collected.
"We cannot let this go. She has threatened the safety of the entire land! It makes no sense, why would she train elite warriors with the potential to destroy her and her devious intentions? Is this some sick game conjured in the mind of a mad-woman?" She pulled out one of her two daggers, twirling it in her hand out of nerves as she always did. "We need to develop a plan of action. There is little we can do at the moment while she soars away on the back of a hell serpent. We've no clue where she's gone and no idea what awaits us. We need to fix the mess here first." She paused to think as she heard the twitter of birds on the roof of a nearby house.
"Should I seek knowledge from the animals of these lands? Surely they have taken notice of the drakes in their skies, perhaps they have an idea of where she's been keeping the foul snakes?" Her eyes drifted to the scattering, terrified crowd of civilians. There were children here today... she felt a deep hatred and rage swelling up inside of her. That woman would pay for the danger she instilled on these lands. | Name: Aerea Aranyl
Age: 23
Race: Half-Elf (Is this allowed?)
Hometown: Vaneel
Biography: Aerea was born and raised in Vaneel to a she-elf and a human. She was born into a family less acceptable than most but highly respected among the less acceptable. You see, Aerea's parents had always made their living buying and selling illegal wares on the black market. They were well known amidst the ruffians and questionable characters that populated the illegitimate side of Vaneel. Her mother was considered to be a witch by many, for her skills in potion making were elite. The majority of her potions and elixirs required taboo ingredients achieved in unfortunate ways.This was how she met Aerea's father. He was a trapper of exotic animals and a seller of unacceptable substances and ingredients. They formed a partnership first, and a marriage later. When Aerea was born, her parents swore they would not raise her in the filth of the shady society, they left their circles and took up jobs in the day light, cutting wood and selling baking; they worked commoners' jobs. But behind the back of her mother, Aerea's father continued to work occasional deals with certain business partners. This went on until Aerea was 6 years old.
And one day, a gang of men came knocking on the door, shouting and demanding gold from her father. At once Aerea was hidden by her mother, stashed away in a cupboard and told to remain silent. There was arguing and shouting and with the sound of a blade being drawn, she watched through the cracks in the cupboard door as her father was a cut down. Her mother screamed and sobbed but soon her distress turned to anger. From beneath her dress she drew twin daggers and fought to avenge her fallen husband; she fought to protect her daughter from being discovered as the men plundered the home of the fallen couple. She managed to take out 3 of them, she showed skills Aerea had never known she possessed. But eventually, the leader, with a blade as black as the night, cut down her mother as well.
The men left after that. They stole whatever gold was on her parents persons and left in a hurry, dragging their fallen men with them. For many hours after, Aerea did not move from that cupboard. She sat still as stone and silent as snow. It was not until her uncle arrived at the house for a regular visit and saw the mess of bodies and blood about the floors and began calling out for Aerea, desperately hoping she too had not met the same fate. All Aerea could do was cry. She cried and she cried as her uncle lifted her from the dusty cupboard and held her in his arms. He would put her in her room and tell her not to come out until he collected her. She would be safe in her room. Time passed slowly and when the shuffling from the kitchen stopped, the little girl quietly snuck out of her room. Her parent's bodies were gone, the sound of a shovel against earth could be herd from the field behind their house. The blood had been cleaned but the wooden floor remained stained. A young Aerea staggered about, the visions of the days events pristine in her mind. And as she circled the deathbed of her parents, her foot bumped into something jutting out from under a cabinet. She crouched down on the floor, peering underneath, and she retrieved 2 daggers; they were her mother's daggers. She held the sharp weapons in her hands, knowing not to touch the blades at the risk of being cut.
Hearing her uncle's footsteps nearing, she quickly ran to her room, stashing the blades under her bed and taking her place atop it in time for her uncle to enter the room. "You can come say goodbye to them now." Was all he said. She took his hand and went with him to the field behind their house and stopped before two fresh mounds of earth positioned at the foot of a great pine tree. She had spent many summers playing beneath that pine, running about while her mother tried to pluck needles from her brown locks. But those memories became tainted as she gazed upon the graves of her parents. Everything had become toxic, her memories, her understanding of life, her trust. She had no one now but her dear uncle.
As the years passed, Aerea grew and with time she grew smarter and stronger. Her uncle had reintroduced her to the black market and she became familiar with the ways of the underground society. She never made any friends, she never played any games, she never dreamed at night. She consumed her life with the drive to become stronger and to become deadly. For the day would come that she would avenge the man who brought his mercenaries to strike down her parents. The day would come that, with her mother's blades, she would spill his blood onto the earth. She made connections with the less desirable folk of Vaneel and learned from an assassin his ways of stealth and lethality. She trained for years to perfect her attacks and invasions. One day, she left home in the dead of night. She travelled into the mountains and snuck into the camp of bandits that consumed the pass. She searched each tent, each building, each bed, until she laid eyes upon the disgusting mug of the man that once killer her family.
Aerea killed for the first time that night. There was no emotion, no guilt, no sense of immortality or life, for her heart had long since grown cold. That night, she knew what she wanted to do with her life. She would avenge the fallen innocents where ever she went. She would take the lives of anything and anyone who took the lives of those without the power to defend themselves or those who were killed in injustice.
Aerea never returned home that night. Her uncle never heard from her again but for the note she left on the door saying "I have gone to do what needs to be done. This land is not safe, this land is not just. I will return one day dear Uncle. Miss me not, for I am safe in my own care. With love, Aerea." And her new-found ambition carried her across the land. Eventually, through a series of events, she found herself at the Shattermane Academy, training to destroy the beasts that harboured no conscience, no sense of humanity. She had found a foe that would truly test her skills and moral strength, and until she could defeat them, she would not let go.
Dragonartes:
Forest’s Splendor – The user is able to communicate with the wildlife of Aisengard, but is unable to pass the information along.
Drakkenhide – The user toughens their skin increasing endurance towards elemental forces. It leaves the user weakened once the effect wanes.
Weapons:
Concealed Assassin Daggers - On her right arm she wears a contraption made by the tinkerers and inventors in Estar. Most certainly stolen, she purchased it on the black market. The thin, piercing blade is triggered by a simple spring mechanism and is expelled in a split second. Though, as this device is in its early developmental stages, it tends to get jammed if excessively battered and so she keeps a second set of daggers strapped to her thighs.
Bow - A simple, yet sturdy bow made of flexible wood from ancient pine. Light, durable, and lethal.
Writing Sample:
The day had finally arrived. The dark energies of the world had become to concentrated beneath the great Blackwood Forest and the Great Purge dangerously near and the Soul Tree needed to be far away from the epicenter lest it perish in storm of energy release. The High Council had read the signs of the Earth Mother and ordered the daughters of the mighty druid queen Drauntia to be placed in charge of the tree's precious cuttings and seeds to be transported to the far North Eastern sanctuary where they could be planted and grown into a clone to house the Soul of the Nethergrove; the life source of the forest itself. This was no small task.. should they fail to replant the tree so that its roots may dive deep before the great purge destoys the current tree, the soul of the Nethergrove would have no vessel. It would perish in days and with it, the lands.
Yet the High Priestess herself was confident in the Earth Mother's decision to place the Druidic Princesses in charge of the task. And at that time the counsel agreed that with the changing times it would be wise to ressurect the Circle Of Seasons; A sacred and ancient order charged with the protection of the great forest. For without the forest acting as a filter for the earth's energies the scales would quickly tip in favour of the malicious acts growing ever more common among the races. The princesses had spent their entire lives training under the last living Master druids to take their place when they passed. And as if by fate, mere decades after the princesses met Master Druid status, their teachers were taken by the illness of the toxic energies, for they were ancient and brittle. Luckily with two master druids entering the prime centuries of their lives the Circle Of Seasons would be continued and revived through their new Apprentices; a group of novice druids.
The princesses were content in their choices of new recruits; seeking out the most pure hearted, ambitious, and intuned with nature. Three elves they chose and gave them the blessing of their mother the great Queen Drauntia, bestowing upon them the instincts and rights of an ordained Druid. They were three of 6 children of the earth mother now, beside only the princesses and their queen. They would learn the ways of the wild from their teachers Tatiana and Desiree and one day advance through the druidic ranks and become masters themselves; true protectors of the wilderness.
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Tatiana sat on the edge of the a small, but highly ornate well in the center of a town square. She kept her attention fixed on the small Emerald Grass bird she was weaving, her fingers moving expertly between the grass blades, twisting and guiding them. Her white dreadlocks were draped over her shoulders and cascading down her back, their weight allowing strays to simply sway in the breeze like ghostly pendulums.
Though her catlike eyes remained fixed on her grass sculpture her surroundings held no mystery to her. With each wisp of wind she was informed of each heartbeat, of each breath of those around her. Her hearing was as finely tuned as the greatest of feline hunters and she could hear the whispers of the wind even above the sound of her sister pacing back and forth at the edge of the square.
It's a terrible shame we had to call this meeting in the deadened hours of the night... I should very much have liked to meet the kind townspeople who's offerings keep the priests of the Earth Mother fed in the winter months. She thought to herself, Alas... our necessary secrecy while training all over the last 1000 years has no doubt lead them to invent myths and legends of our questionable existence... we would surely be crowded by curious minds and prying eyes had we entered the village by the light of day... Though I will have to make a note to return to this village one day to mingle with these elfolk.
"Des," said Tatiana, her voice hardly more than a whispered note, for her sister shared her incredible hearing, "You'll sooner wear a hole in the stone than speed the arrival of our young druids. Please, join me, I have enough Emerald grasses for you to weave one of your beautiful vixens. And if not, at least try and enjoy the stillness of this night. For the moon is full and the wild alive, it's beckon is floating on the winds; can you hear it sister?" A smile slid onto Tatiana's lips. She was rather fond of her sister's woven sculptures, they were what led her to pick up the art to begin with, and on a night like this, with the moon shining brightly above them, the emerald grass seemed to glitter even more than usual.
~~~
One by one she observed the young druids stride into the town square. The dead silence of the night was altered by only the sounds of foot steps, and the swish of the edge of Tatiana's robe against the cool stone of the well. She could sense their anxiety, and though it was understandable to be anxious over such a life changing event, the low frequency of their energy was only making things worse for the others. These young druids did not yet know that they are all deeply connected to one another; even before their scarred trees reach full blossom, which occurs only after each druid has made physical contact with each other. (This was typically obtained through a ceremonious gesture, similar to a handshake, but collided with another mid run would gather the same effects.)
They did not know of the power of this bond like trained druids do. For if they did, they would be constantly monitoring their emotions, working to keep their fear and stress at a minimum lest they pass on the negative energies to their brothers and sisters. This is why meditation played a key role in druidism; it not only connected each individual to the earth mother, but to each other. It allowed them to purge themselves of negative energies and keep the circle filled with light and positivity.
"Oh my, do you feel that Des? Their anxiety has even put butterflies in MY stomach! We'll have to get on with their basic lessons as soon as we enter the forest...which I'm hoping will be soon." She paused, allowing another gentle breeze to sift through her ghostly locks. "There are but two novices left to make their way here, and from what the breezes have to say, they shouldn't be much longer."
She tuned her hearing in to each individual set of footsteps on the cobblestone of the square; they were hesitant.
Each elf seems to have come from a different area of the village, allowing them to enter from different sides of the square. This meeting must look quite lovely from the eyes of a passing raven...I do love symmetry. A distant smile fell on her lips as she gazed up at the sky. It truly was the simple things, the small beauties in life that made Tatiana glow with bliss.
She shifted her gaze back to her sister and observed the unsettling look on her face.
"Oh Desiree. It won't be long before we can return to the woods with our new students. To teach them the ways of the wild, to nourish their bond with the Earth Mother. And imagine the feeling... when the Circle of Seasons has been completed? When the last link joins and we witness the feelings of the full order for the first time in many millennia... it is an honored event." She paused in thought for a moment, "Ah. The last two enter from the treeline. That completes our group, sister. I suppose we should greet them! How rude we must seem conversing amongst ourselves without paying them heed!"
I suppose old habbits settle and don't easily stir. It is rare of me to speak with another elf... It has been Des and I alone in our studies for so long I sometimes seem to forget there is more in my surrounding than the land and my sister.
She silenced her thoughts for the time being. It was time to greet the Novices. She looked to Desiree, delivering a simple nod, then rose from her sitting position, gracefully swinging upwards to stand on the edge of the well. Her movements were enchanting; in some ways they were fluid, like water sliding through the contours of her surroundings, and yet they were catlike in others; with each action taking a stealthy image.
"Welcome children of the earth." She said in a velvelty voice. Though her tone was hardly above a whisper, she had pleaded the winds to entertain these young elves and to carry her words to their ears. "Please do not be anxious or shy, we have been awaiting your sacred arrival. Come, join my sister and I and we will become accquainted for I know few of you have even met!" |
52,695 | 1,430 | 5 | 397 | 1,659 | Graduation day had finally come. After all his hard work, his blood and sweat, he was finally a real dragoon. And not just because of who his father was, no. Kain had earned this. He deserved this just as much as everyone else on stage with him today. So yeah, he was feeling pretty good. He was no longer just a dragoon's son, he was a dragoon himself. There was a small part of him that worried that this was all just a dream, that he would wake up in bed and find that he really wasn't a dragoon. That maybe he had dreamed most of (if not all) his life at the academy. However he quickly discarded that notion, as it was really silly. So yeah, Kain was feeling good. In fact, he was pretty close to saying those cursed words; 'what could possible go wrong?' Had he really said those words (internally or out loud), what happened next would have been his answer
Kain stood there on stage slack-jawed "w...what just happened!?" he asked no one in particular. "Did someone really just summon a dragon!?" his eyes were starting to twitch. Before he broke out into some sort of psychotic episode, he sighed a face palmed "well this is just great. My first day as a dragoon, and someone's already started so insane scheme to take over the world. With dragons no less. This can only end badly for everyone involved" he said while drawing his family's weapon; the spear Gae Bolg
"Clearly she's off her rocker if she thinks she can control the dragons long enough for whatever it is she's planing. I don't doubt that whatever plan she has is going to collapse under the pressure of and vast amount of things that can go wrong, bu that doesn't mean the dragons aren't still a problem. Although I doubt it's going to be easy, we need to try and nip this in the bud fast." Sighing, he continued with "either she's completely crazy, or there's something we're not seeing. Either way, this is a big deal, and people are going to die. I doubt we can catch up to it though, considering how fast it flew. So unless anyone has some idea, we don't have much to go on" | Name: Kain Highwind
Age: 21
Race: Human
Hometown: Vaneel
Biography: Son of retired Dragoon Cid Highwind, Kain had planed to become one at a young age. Despite having such a lofty goal, his life was relatively normal until her enrolled in the academy. While having a dad with all the right connections helped him get in, he didn't want to coast through the academy merely on his dad's name. He wanted to make a name for himself. Because of this, he poured himself into his training, believing that he had to prove the he belonged their on his own merits, and not just because of who's son he was
Dragonartes:
Skyfall
Skywalk
Weapon(s):
The family spear. Gae Bolg's spear head is made out of mithrial, making it lighter and stronger the steel
Roleplaying Sample: 'So that's a dragon, huh? Odd, I'd thought they be...bigger' Kain mused as he watched his prey; a large red dragon, sleeping in the ruins of a recently destroyed village. 'Oh well. Little or not, this thing is still a monster, and it needs to be brought down.' Drawing the weapon of his ancestors; Gae Bolg, he took a quick stock of the situation 'ideally, I could just end this with the first strike, but I doubt that it's really going to be that easy. Even if it's asleep. Oh well, guess I'll just have to play it by ear, hope everything works out'
Leaping high into the sky, he aimed himself so that he would land spear first into the monster's head. However, it was not to be. As he began his decent, the dragon awoke and spotted him in the air 'yep...I called it' Kain mentally deadpanned. As Kain was hurtling down towards the dragon, the beast let out a stream of fire from it's mouth to intercept him. Moving quickly, Kain began running forward in midair, halting his rapid decent and moving him out of the, literal, line of fire. Landing safely in front of the dragon, he turned around to address it "I know this is probably a stupid question, but are we going to have to do this the easy way...or the hard way?" His answer came in the form of a loud roar "yep...I called it" he said with a smirk on his face |
52,696 | 1,430 | 6 | 262 | 541 | Guan stood rigid and unmoving. The sweltering heat made a drop of sweat roll down the side of his face. His metal helmet was like an oven turned up on high. He fidgeted a bit as he wiggled his legs, he was not accustomed to standing in the same spot for such a long time, he needed action. Action was what kept his attention from the droll of laziness, he wanted a fight, anything to keep this feeling of boredom at bay. He looked out from the corner of his life towards his teammates, all completely still. "How the hell do they do that!?" He thought to himself as he changed the way he was standing for about the twentieth time. "Am I the only one bored as hell?" The thoughts continued as he changed his attention to the crowd, maybe if he thought about something else, the ceremony wouldn't drag out as long as it seemed. It had been years since he left Osorcul, a poor boy who was the son of a poor potter. It was interesting to see himself, a low-class kid, stand as one of the most honored warriors throughout the land in front of a huge crowd. He doted on his personal vanity for a short time before remembering he was bored and excruciatingly hot, "Geez, whose idea was it to have the ceremony in hell's own weather? he thought with a sarcastic smile on his face. His whole life had lacked action, maybe as a Dragoon he would find some fun, his thirst for battle had become an obsession to find conflict, he needed something desperately.
Guan looked up from his daydreaming to see Lucia begin to chant. Curious, Guan looked around the rest of his peers and noticed they were just as confused as he. He felt the hairs on his neck stand on his neck stand on end and his blood began to boil, something exciting was about to happen. He felt a tingle in his teeth as he clenched them, his martial artist's instincts were all firing off, whatever she was doing, Guan wanted to make sure he found out. He craned his neck to look to the sky. The sky turned dark and lightning began to crack, the clouds descended and became dragons. "This looks fun" he thought with a crazed smile. He turned his attention back to Lucia who had taken off her helmet. "Well she's pretty hot, a bit crazy, but hot," He said as he drew his Guandao from his back. He watched as she knocked aside one of his classmates with a scalding palm. He was excited now, his blood was boiling and he was stirring for a fight, a mere strip of self-control was keeping his battle lust from making him jump in and have a go at Lucia himself.
He ripped his helmet off and threw it aside with a crazed smile. This was it, action, what he craved, what he desired. He kept himself from attacking Lucia, as he watched another of his classmates shoot his claw at her but miss. There was no way he could fight her now, he had waited his whole life, he could wait a little longer to fight. His fingers clenched around his Glaive as he brushed a hand through his hair while chuckling to himself and trembling with excitement. He couldn't contain it, he let out a roar of joy as he watched Lucia flew away. The journey to defeat her would be nothing short of a blast. Carefully, he collected himself, still trembling a bit, he spoke to those who were now gathering, "I can't wait, this'll be the most fun I've had in a while." | Name: Guan Ping
Age: Twenty-three
Race: Human
Hometown: Osorcul
Biography: Born on a ship of immigrants traveling through the Molten Tides, Guan lived the first year of his life on the sea. The ship he was aboard was attacked by pirates only a few miles away from their destination. His mother and the rest of the ship' screw were slain, all but Guan and his father, who took his son and escaped onto a tiny dinghy. They drifted for what seemed like days before hitting shore right outside of Osorcul. His father, a veteran warrior, had to rebuild from the ground up in this new city. He became a mediocre pottery-maker and did as much as he could to provide for his growing son.
When Guan came of age his father began to teach him how to fight with martial arts and with a Glaive and sword. Guan grew up learning how to fight and looking up to those with strength. He himself grew tired of his small house with his father. He decided leave and see where the wind took him. On the day he left Osorcul, his father passed down his own Glaive, a family heirloom. Eventually, Guan found himself at Shattermane Academy, where he decided to try his hand at becoming a Dragoon.
Dragonartes:
-Whisper Haste
-Flawless Study
Weapon(s):
Roleplaying Sample:
The moonlit night was cool and quiet. The forest was dead silent, so quiet it was near suffocating, as if making a noise disturbed nature's serene tranquility. Guan sat on a felled log in front of the dying embers of a once warm and roaring fire. Bored and tired, Guan poked at the coals with a stick playfully. The day had been uneventful and arduous. A whole day of making his way through the forest, with no sign that he had made any progress in getting to his destination at all. Dropping his stick, he looked over at his Glaive which was leaning on the log next to him. The blade shone brilliantly in the moonlight and he could see his own reflection clearly on the blade. He recalled the tracks he had found earlier, he was not the only person in this forest, there was a group of people who wer also making their way through the forest.
Guan let out a yawn as he stood up and went over to his pack to find his water-skin. He tensed as he heard the crack of twig behind him. Cautiously he turned to see a man about his size dressed in chainmail a d leather halberd and wearing a mask of cloth. He had a sword in his hand, and was most definitely a bandit. They were common in forests like these, preying on unwary travelers. 'Just one, good, I can take him' Guan thought to himself with relief. To his dismay, two other similarly dressed bandits clambered out of the darkness of the woods next to the first bandit one with a spear and the other with a bow. 'This'll be fun,' Guan thought to himself sarcastically
The silence was sickening, what was 5 seconds of a stare down, felt like years. They watched to see what he would do, seeing who would make the first move. The first move was made by Guan as lept forward, grabbing his Glaive. He felt the quick whish of an arrow as it nearly grazed his face. The two bandits with me lee weapons advanced, shouting and yelling, breaking the silence. With one hand on his Glaive, Guan gracefully spun to the side of a spear thrust, using the centrifugal force of the weight of his Glaive and his spin, Guan brought a spinning elbow into the nose of the spear bandit. The spear bandit dropped his spear as stumbled backward dazed while blood gushed from his broken nose. The sword bandit roared and brought a downward slash with two hands aimed at Guan's shoulder. Spinning his Glaive above, his head, Guan swung the butt of the shaft into the temple of the spear bandit, his skull shattered, the limp body flew right under the oncoming blow. The rusty sword lodged itself in the nape of the spear bandit's neck, spraying blood like a fountain. The archer had nocked another arrow and had it aimed at Guan's chest. With a twang, the archer released the arrow. Like a monkey, Guan leapfrogged over the head of the swordsman who was trying to dislodge his sword from his dead ally's neck and landed like an acrobat behind the bandit. The arrow hit the swordsman in the chest, piercing his chainmail. Quickly, Guan ran out from behind the swordsman and charged the archer, while running, Guan jumped up and brought a flying knee into the neck of the archer. His throat collapsed, the archer fell backward clawing for air for a few minutes before dying. Guan collected himself and took a deep breath, "I just cleaned my blade, of course I'm not going to dirty it," He said aloud to no one in particular. He touched his side and was surprised to find an arrow, it must have hit him during the heat of the skirmish. He winced with pain as he sat down on the log and began to treat himself. |
52,697 | 1,430 | 7 | 309 | 452 | Antafien looked at the man who and stood in front of him. He looked straight into his eyes, though it seemed like more then just a polite looking at someone when you talk. It was like he was looking into the depths of his eyes. That gaze met his red hues as he could feel something start to stir inside of himself. The way those eyes looked filled him with the feeling of...well you know he felt....well...he felt Completely weirded out. That awkward moment hung for a few moments as his head drew back and looked to the right, as his eyes shifted left to look at the man in a kind of 'can I help you' expression as he averted them looking right before looked back left to see if he had moved. Though he supposed everybody walked different "lifestyles", and it was a bit flattering, he always considered himself a rather good looking fellow. But still that awkward moment of silence seemed to drag on forever as it would never end, before thankfully it was soon broken by others speaking up in what seemed to be barely contained hysteria.
His eyes shifted to the man with the spear as he spoke of Lucia, he also took a step back away from Bram, didn't need him getting the wrong idea. Kain was his name he believed, that spear of his let him stand out, as people would know him by that long coat he always wore, he watched as Kain seemed to rant and ramble on, and not soon another spoke. This man with a glaive didn't even bother trying to contain his hysteria, either that or he was touched in the head, though it did sound like a bit of fun. Finally he drew his attention to Kain "Only a fool underestimates their opponent, She has clearly planed all of this for years and nobody knew about it. I wouldn't write her out so easily" he stated as while he liked.... Guan he believed his name to be, while he liked Guan's enthusiasm he seemed more like a fanatic then a warrior. "Calm your self, you don't want to rush in with out knowing what your up against, as you would only be rushing to your death" Finally he looked back to Bram, still feeling awkward as he took just one more step back just be safe. Despite that though the man spoke truth "Bram, It's Bram right?" he asked before looking out of the town after getting an answer "Bram is right we need to see to the safry of the civilians, our number one priority, and our duty is there safety" he stated as he averted his eyes to the sky, it was quite for this moment, but how long that moment would last was a mere gamble. "In worse case we may have to support a mass exodus." | Name: Antafien Avury'lyl
Age: 26
Race: Drow.
Hometown: Vaneel
Biography: An orphan in Vaneel he grew up around humans and knew few of his own kind, as they are rare among the other races preferring to keep to themselves in there underground cities. The only thing he had of his parents was a weapon his father left him, though he kept it hidden as it was a rare Drow weapon and despite being able to fetch a high price he didn't want to lose the only connection to his parents. Becasue of his alienation from others he found solace in the underground labyrinth, and explored them often. Though his became his greatest strength living on the streets as he soon could navigate that labyrinth with ease. He would pop out, steal something and quickly slip away in one of the many openings through out the city. This however caught the eye of the cities more questionable businessmen, seeing as the child could move virtually anywhere in the city unseen they used him as a courier and guide as some people could get by down in those dark tunnels, but non people were astonished how he moved through with out using markings to find his way, he simply knew where he was going.
As he grew older he was never the strongest, he relied on his seeped, agility, grace, and most importantly cunning and guile. Though living among humans he lacked some of the more, flawed personality traits of his people. Namely their cruelty and disdain for the other races, But there was one thing that he craved like all of his kind and that was power. He grew tired of taking scraps from criminal world as they would never treat him as an equal. Even if he were to kill his way up the latter few would fallow the Drow orphan, so he decided that he would leave this town and go somewhere he could attain standing and recognition, and become strong.
Though he didn't have to wait long, soon Dragoons where in the city, recruiting and he got an idea. He stole from them, but let them know. They chased him through the city as he kept disappearing, only to reappear. He was still a child and could never beat them in a fight. But he also knew they would only use there artes to capture him and not harm him giving him a slight advantage. He kept doing this, disappearing under the city, showing back up and stealing something then hiding. Finally after hours of cat and mouse he approached them with everything he had stolen with a grin on his face. "I am great, make me legendary." he said as that drew a laugh from them as they had to admit for the better part of a day this child had them running around like fools. So they recruited him, they told him he had to give up his life of thievery but this was something he was fine with for as a dragoon he wouldn't have to rely on such things to survive and with the skills and power he attained through the academy nobody would ever look down on him again.
His entrance into the academy was something he expected, disdain and mistrust for what he was. Though he expected that and ignored it as these people were pawns for him and the academy simply a tool. So he ignored the others and focused on training. He worked hard, honing his skills and as time went on he was steadily accepted. People looking beyond a Drow and seeing him for the skilled warrior he was becoming. As well as a trusted ally. though he originally planned on using the academy to gain skill and power and would be rid of them as soon as he no longer had need of them, that soon changed. People trusted him, respected him. These were wholly new things to him, before long he found him self laughing alongside his classmates, training with them and working in a group with them. He had finally found somewhere he fit it and was happy.
Dragonartes: Sadistic crown, Zephyr Dash
Weapon(s): linked crescent blades Made of mithral so they are light, with a mithral chain connecting them together and mithral handle in the middle that holds the chain inside allowing him to adjust the length, The chain itself is 15ft long and chain remains locked in place until he squeezes one of two levers,one for each side, which allows him to feed it out either side as well as slide the handle down or up the chain. Squeezing the outsides of hose levers causes them to retract/)
one on the outside of each boot.)
Roleplaying Sample: Antafien awoke in the night where he rested high in a tree. The feint sound of some one screaming rang in his ear a he rolled falling from that branch dropping to the ground below. Soon he was off running through the forest with great speed as trees passed by he had to kick left and right to avoid them. He drew closer to the source of the scream and slowed down walking onto the road. There was a horse drawn carriage, a merchant's from the look of it. His red eyes survayed the scene, a woman was off the the side on her knees holding a man, bleeding on his shoulder as she was crying. The bandits were busy ransacking there lively hood. "And here I thought I would get a nice nights rest for once" His voice elegant to a degree as the bandits took note of the drow turning around looking at him.
"This ain't got nothin to do with yea Drow. Now scamper back to yea hole" one particularly ugly bandit with a bad case of mouth rot said.
"I will take it you are the leader, yes you are the ugliest so that must who you are."
"Wot yea say red eyes! Fine then well leave yea for cairron."
Just then Antafien lips curled up in that devilish grin of his. "Oh big ward for you, I feel almost proud" he said as the first came at him, swinging a sword as Ant jumped back landing and reaching up the back of his coat and pulling out his weapon, Merdrol, "I would like to you meet my....partner if you will Merdrol." He said as the they came at him again. In its travel state both blades were tight against that metal handle looking more like a short staff as he spun the blade and gripped it in both hands, lifting the right side up he knocked a sword back before dipping and bring the left across in a swipe, the mithral blade sliced through the mans leather armor and cut through flesh leaving the mans insides to become his out as he fell clutching his spilled innards. Though quickly another man yelled swipping down as he quickly brought the right end back up catching the sword between the twin blades as he kicked the man in the sternum sending him tumbling back.
Still grining a man lashed out with a spear using it to keep a distance thrusting it forward as Ant jumped back, twisting to void the point of this mans statement. He brought his own weapon up bringing it down so the spear was in the center and with a twist the wooden neck broke "Oh dear me I have seemed to broken your toy, here let me share mine" he said squeezing on the left lever and pulling up as the blade stayed down and the chain fell out while before he let go of the lever and jerked the blade up. Catching it he quickly tossed it as it speared into his chest and Ant yanked back pulling the blade back to himself catching it, He swapped hands, holding the side still on the staff in his left and gripping the other by the center handle in his left ."two down" he stated looking at the remaining three. The crossed eyes with eachother as Ant stood there, twirling axe like weapon in his left hand and holding the other in his right. "well now, if you don't want to make the first move. I will" he stated as he activated his dragonarte "Zypher dash" they blinked and he was behind the man closest to him, blood dripping from the axe like blade as the man coughed once before his body fell over and his head rolled "three" he said as in another instant he was moving again. He let his left blade go whipping it as he held the the lever and the chain was released and it curved, hitting the man in the side digging into his body half way as the sword in his right hand punged into the bandit leaders chest as he stood before him. All this happened in a manor of moments as he looked at the leader "Four, and five" he said pulling the sword out slowly letting him drop to the ground.
"Well that was rather boring" he said before losing his balance, His since of up and down altered as he swayed some feeling like he was going to puke as he couldn't orientate himself. Though after a few moments it passed as he shook his head, his pure white hair shaking a bit and he pulled the sword from the fourth Bandit laying on the ground. Squeezing the outside of those levers the two blades retracted back into the handle as he spun it some looking over to the couple. "Don't hurt us please, take anything you want" she said looking at him like she was more afraid of him then the bandits. "I have no desire to harm you or steal from you." he stated as he tossed some bandages at the couple "wrap up his wound and your should be fine, it doesn't look fatal" he said as he turned and started walking down his road to make his way back to the academy. "Try to have a nice relaxing weekend camping and this happens. I swear.." he said to him self as he walked pulling out a rag and cleaning off his blade. |
52,698 | 1,430 | 8 | 2,744 | 3,242 | Dorrin stood beside his fellow students who were graduating from the academy, and to the dwarf, he was glad to have finished this school year without failing too many of the tests. It was a hard journey to becoming a full fledged Dragoon. Even though they were graduating from Shattermaine Acedemy, they were still required to wear their armor which hid their faces from view. But it didn't matter to Dorrin, it was quite obvious that he was a dwarf thanks to his short stature and his way of speaking, but rules were rules. He was curious to see who his fellow graduates looked like, but he would probably have to wait until the ceremony was over before he could get a look at them. Despite his small size, he stood proudly beside the other students and watched as the graduation ceremony began. The academy's headmaster came onto the platform and began her speech. At first it sounded like a proper speech to give graduates of the academy, but then her words changed from congratulations to talks of power, Today you will all be subjects of a new world. A world that I have created. I have slaved over books for years searching for a way to make my dreams a reality. Let me show you what I have learned…”
That didn't seem right to Dorrin, was this how the ceremony was suppose to go? He had a bad feeling about what might come next. headmaster Lucia then began to chant in words that Dorring did not recognize, and after those words were spoken the sky began to darken as clouds covered up the sun. Then lightning and thunder appeared, followed by something that Dorrin was not expecting for a while, dragons!. He couldn't believe it, dragons in Estar. He knew that this meant something was really wrong, and that their headmaster was the cause of it. Luckily he had his weapons with him, and was ready for action. After he saw Edun attempt to take a swing at Lucia, Dorrin was about to rush in and aid his fellow graduate in detaining the mad headmaster, when she hit Edun with a Scalding Palm technique and then jumped high into the high thanks to the Skyfall ability. He watched her land onto the back of a dragon and fly away at incredible speeds. Dorrin cursed at himself, it all had happened too fast, he could have probably jumped onto the dragon as well with his Skyfall technique and chased after her.
But it was too late now. He needed to help the innocent people get to safety and hoped that his fellow students would aid in the task. He looked to the other graduates and saw that they took off their helmets. Dorrin decided that it was not a time to follow every rule of the academy since its own headmaster appears to have gone mad, therefor making it a special occasion. He was happy to have the helmet off since it was really inside it and made it rather uncomfortable. He was surprised to see that one of the graduates was Drow, he had guessed that the student was an elf of sometime but he didn't it was Drow. Now that they were all aware of each others' appearance, they needed to do something. Dorrin walked over to where the others were standing and asked, "What do you suppose we should do? we could go after Lucia or stay and help these innocent people." | Name: Dorrin Binorix
Age: 24
Race: Dwarf
Hometown: Vaneel
Biography: being born to a middle class family of dwarfs living in Vaneel, opportunities didn't come along that much in Dorrin's life. for most of his childhood, he never really had much and spent a good amount of his time learning the arts of crafting metals with his father, which was what there people were known for. at first he enjoyed doing work in crafting weapons and other forms of metal, but there soon came a time when he felt like he wanted do something more with his life. even though it seemed like he was only going to be a part of his father's work, his chance to do something different, came not too long after he had understood his desire to try something new. he decided to join Shattermane Academy, and learn to become a legendary Dragoon.
Dragonartes:
Skyfall – The user ascends into the air, and collapses on a target from a high distance. Leaves the user open to aerial attacks.
Scalding Palm – The user channels volcanic heat into their next physical blow. Explodes on impact causing scorches and recoil damage.
Weapon(s):
He usually ether uses two maces or just one. they are named Gullnin and Hanor. the maces are made out of a very rare form of metal known as dragon steel, which is said to be forged from the scales of dragons and mixed with the metal of steel to create a type of steel that is very powerful and great for weapons.
Roleplaying Sample: The ground shook as the dragon landed with a loud thud, about fifteen feet away from Dorrin, and the dwarf knew what was coming next. The large creature gave a roar and shot a jet of flames out its mouth, straight towards him. Dorrin used the Dragonarte ability known as Skyfall to jump incredibly high into the air above the burning inferno, and he had his twin maces in his hands, ready to strike. He came down on top of the dragon with a powerful blow to its head. His maces made contact with the dragon's head and the blow hit it with a great amount of force. Dorrin then tried to keep balance on top of the beast's head so that he could land more blows to the dragon. While he tried as hard as he could remain on the beast's head, Dorrin attempted to clobber the dragon's skull and tried to bring it down with his blows. He hoped that this was giving his companions time to figure out a way to successfully defeat the monster.
Dorrin was not able to hold onto the dragon's head for very long thanks to the beast thrashing about from his blows, and was eventually flung off with great force towards the rocky ground. He hit the ground with a good amount of force and was dazed for a couple of seconds. In those seconds the dragon had closed in on him and was preparing to bite down on Dorring when one of his comrades entered the fray by using his Zephyr Dash to move at great speed and pulled him away from oncoming teeth, avoiding death by just a foot. Even though Dorrin wasn't a practitioner of the Zephyr Dash technique, he knew that the side effect of the ability was a bad case of vertigo and that wasn't a good thing to have in a dragon's lair with all the high stones and the large piles of gold. Once they got a good distance from the beast, Dorring told his comrade, "Thank you for saving my life, I could have been a dragon's meal if it wasn't for you/"
"It was no problem, we are comrades and we most help each other if we want to succeed at killing the dragon. He had joined the Shattermane academy hoping to find adventure in his life and he had found it. Now all he was worried about was staying alive and slaying the dragon, he hoped that fortune would be in his favor with both of those goals. |
52,699 | 1,430 | 9 | 703 | 194 | The sky lightened little by little until it was if Lucia had never said such damning words. Edun took the time to listen to the entire groups’ opinions. Clearing the civilians from the square seemed like a fair idea, but another second spent on calming them. Lucia was moving at an alarming rate, and Edun feared that they would be unable to track the madwoman. So many of his classmates were talking at once, that is was impossible to address them all. What was clear though is that they had to act quickly. Estar had evolved from shock into complete chaos.
It was clear that the inhabitants were disturbed by the return of the sky demons. It crossed Edun’s mind that there was noticeable absence in the veteran dragoons. There was an obvious lack of leadership now that Lucia had deserted Shattermane. “Okay!” He shouted thinking as quickly as he possibly could given the circumstances. “Spread out, and contain the anarchy!” Edun yelled addressing the group as whole. “Politely escort the civilians into their respective homes.”
“You,” He said jabbing a finger in Bram’s direction. “We need to find out the fate of the older inhabitants of the academy!” Without another word, he rapidly retreated into the academy halls. With Bram on his heels, the duo fled down the stone hallway in the direction of the veteran quarters. | Name:
Edun Sternstride
Age:
Twenty-five
Race:
Human
Hometown:
Landow
Biography:
The main reason that Edun joined Shattermane Academy is for the income it provides. His family has never been what you would call rich. His father was an able provider, but most of the time made only enough gold to barely make ends meet. Freshly instated dragoons bring in a fair sum of money. This was the major driving force in his decision. Due to his family residing in Landow, he is particularly good at haggling with merchants over the price of items. When asked to prove his worth to the dragoons he had drawn his short bow, and fired an arrow into a nearby target. This isn't what impressed his recruiter. It was when he drew another arrow and then split the first with it that he confirmed his entry into Shattermane Academy. Edun is not the most studious man, and struggled to stay on top of the heavy course load. Several times he was sure that he wouldn’t make it, but through perseverance he has reached graduation day. He excels in combat, but is not the best tactician. Due to this he is prone to make rash mistakes when on the battlefield. This is the reason that he chose Drakkenhide as one of his Dragonartes, as it can protect him if he fails to judge the situation correctly. Edun prefers to use blunt weapons for close combat, and his second ability reflects that. He tends to wear a heavy set of armor to protect him from the brunt of damage, enabling him the durability to activate Zealot's Revenge. This allows the man to deal heavy amounts of damage that could bring down even the strongest of enemies in a single blow.
Dragonartes:
Drakkenhide
Zealot’s Revenge
Weapon:
Roleplaying Sample:
I’m the GM, nuff said. |
52,700 | 1,430 | 10 | 1,445 | 4,058 | Ralthavar simply nodded his head when Edun took command. Ralthavar himself never really saw the human as a leader, but right now he was the only one with initiative. Hopping off the stage Ralthavar went to find some of the civilians; most had the mind to go home on their own, but he did come across a few lost children who had separated from their parents. A few were willing to come with him, but all he had to tell them was that he was a Dragoon, and they would at least be willing to come out of hiding. Ralthavar continued to search for survivors, gaining a few adults who could keep the children in line. But the dragons did not merely scatter the people; many buildings were damaged, some toppled. Ralthavar himself found two victims of the disaster, crushed to death underneath the rubble. He got their bodies out and hid them with a sheet of cloth if he could find one, continuing his search and rescue.
The orc remained in full armor as he searched, and he did have to deal with a few hysterical townspeople. The few he met demanded answers for questions he did not know, others blaming him or at least the academy for what Lucia had done. But he took it all in silence, letting them vent their frustrations until they are willing to leave their hiding spot and head back to their homes. Only one tried to do anything close to harming him by throwing a rock at his head, which bounced off harmlessly thanks to his helmet. Even than Ralthavar did not draw his weapons or speak sternly to the madman, merely suggesting that he goes home himself if he does not wish of Ralthavar to bring him there. He still needed to find the parents of the children, and he considers himself ill suited to deal with the anger of the people. | Name:
Ralthavar Vorinclex
Age: 23
Race: Orc (But he keeps this a secret)
Hometown: Estar
Biography:
Ralthavar's life was fairly steady, but not without it's share of hardships. His parents were skilled artisans, his father a stone mason while his mother had a knack with herbal remedies. But not all was easy, mostly due to their race. Being orcs brought fear and hatred on them. Unlike most, however, they didn't fight. At least his parents didn't; they knew the ramifications of what would happen when they moved to Estar, but were determined to see it through. Ralthavar was, at first, fairly violent when met with confrontation. He was quick to resort to violence, and when it came to fighting he was always larger and stronger than most of his enemies. But soon he learned that if he continued to follow this path, enemies will be his only company; any potential friends were driven away out of fear or spite. He needed to find a new way to deal with his enemies that didn't involve crushing their hands with rocks. He had to become friendly.
When he was a young teenager, Ralthavar began to live a life of discipline. To control himself so that he does not let his fury take over him. So that he knew not to speak the truth when the truth would cause pain, but not to lie for the sake of others. Slowly, he was gaining acceptance. He entered Shattermane Academy as soon as possible, quickly making new friends with his calmer attitude. He was given the name "Shield Brother" for his friendliness with his allies and his ability with a shield. Life went on, with it's ups and downs. While Ralthavar learned to control himself, it never stopped the pain and the hatred that would build. He kept things bottled, kept it quiet, out of sight, and continued to create a facade of a personable and collective orc. Which he was... But he was also hiding his inner turmoil. There were times were he would crack, and some of his anger would come out. Those times he feared the worse, and struggles to maintain himself.
Ralthavar was able to graduate Shattermane Academy with some honors, but the turmoil never stopped. Problems always arose; fools who would harm his friends, enemies who would try to harm him. He dealt with them the best he could, but everyday he struggles against himself to not let loose his true feelings. Anger born of regret, anger born of worry, or simply a unexplainable rage brought about from a mix of things. All the while Ralthavar continues to keep up his stoic demeanor, and will continue to do so until he'll finally explode.
Dragonartes:
Dragon's Wrath
Skyfall
Weapon(s):
The Claw - A weapon designed by Ralthavar's father when he entered Shattermane. The Claw can function much like a normal one, to slash or tear apart his enemies, but a unique trait of the weapon is that it's retractable chain. The Claw can be shot out at great force, strong enough to penetrate solid stone, and can maintain a powerful grip, one strong enough to hold not only Ralthavar, but just about anyone else he's holding onto to. The Claw's grip can be turned on his enemies as well, as it can crush through bones and metal as though it was made of glass. However, The Claw suffers from a limited dexterity; it has only three "Fingers" that, while able to twist and turn as need be, lack the sensitivity and over all flexibility for complicated handling.
Ralthavar's Wall - An absolutely huge shield the size of a door, but several times thicker and much, much harder. Made from a skull-plate shard of an ancient dead dragon, Ralthavar came across it when he and a group of his fellows were sent to investigate an alleged "Dragon Graveyard". They found one dragon, the shards of it's bones used as grave markers, but that aside no more than just the one. They tried to take some pieces back to make into weapons, but many of the smiths found that the dragon bone was much too hard to work with. But that didn't stop Ralthavar. He spent three months and over a hundred chisels and hammers to make a few holes into the dragon bone. Once they were large enough, he looped a chain through the holes and turned the neigh-indestructible bone piece into a mighty shield. The shield itself weighs in at around thirty pounds alone, though Ralthavar can wield it well enough to use it to bash, batter, crush, and smash it into enemies.
Roleplaying Sample:
Unmoving even to the claws of the dragons, Ralthavar stood his ground as the giant beast tried to knock him away. But he refused to do so. He was the only one who could stand before the dragon; his allies too injured, or busy escorting the villagers to safety. The dragon took the skies in an attempt to by pass the stubborn orc, but he would not allow it. Aiming his Claw at the beast, the three-prong weapon broke through the dragon's sage and dug into it's flesh. The beast made a mighty roar that deafen Ralthavar, but he did not falter. He caused the chain to retract, pulling him towards the dragon as it flew away. His tailed swung widely, knowing that Ralthavar was going to try to born it. He was hit, but he did not slow down. His armor protected him from a large brunt of the damage. When the dragon swung it's tail again, Raltavar released his claw and shot it at the tail, latching onto it. Soon Ralthavar had his feet firmly planted onto the dragon's tail, and now he had to make the treacherous march up it's back.
The dragon, who had thought Ralthavar had fell to his doom, calmed his flight as he searched the earth for the prey. Meanwhile Ralthavar was making his way up the dragon's back, slowed down only by the force of the wind and his attempts to keep stability. Time went on, and for Ralthavar it felt like hours. The dragon made sharp turns, dives, and sometimes would fly upside down, but not matter when it did Ralthavar stayed on. Upon reaching the middle back, Ralthavar made a running dash. He knew the dragon had found his allies, and he knew that if he did not do something the dragon would burn his friends and innocents in a blaze of fire. He shot his claw out once more, and the blades sung themselves into the neck of the beast. The dragon roared, and now knew of his presence. He flew more erratically, doing spins and sudden stops to loose the orc, but it's attempts were in vain. Soon Ralthavar reached to dragon's head, and now it was time for their final battle.
The dragon landed onto the ground and attempted to grab Ralthavar, but it's claws were knocked away with a swipe of Ralthavar's shield. He had to move quickly now. Wasting no more time, Ralthavar used his Dragonartes "Skyfall" to fly into the air, right next to the dragon's eye. He didn't even get a chance to blink before Ralthavar drove his Claw into the dragon's eye, clutching it's cornea in his powerful Claw. He pulled it out, causing a gush of blood and eye fluids to erupted, as he slammed his Wall into the remaining bits of the dragon's eye. It cause the beast no end of pain and tried to knock Ralthavar off, to crush it against it's massive claw, but Ralthavar was too quick for the dragon. He dodged the dragon's blows, and when the dragon flung it's head up, Ralthavar went to the skies. He had not yet defeated the beast, but now he would preform the coup de grace. Channeling the power within himself, Ralthavar activated his other Dragonartes " Dragon's Wrath" unto his Claw. His weapon glowed with an awesome power as he threw his claw down into the dragon's skull. The Claw broke through the monster's skull plate, digging into it's brain. But this was not the deathblow. No, it was when Ralthavar put his wall in front of him, and began his decent. His mass combined with the speed of his fall as well as his heavy weight turned him into something akin to a meteor as he crushed the dragon's skull with his Wall and his body. The very force of his fall was great enough to send the dragon's head strait towards the ground and form a crater.
The dust began to settled. The villagers came to investigate, while Ralthavar's allies prepared themselves for another battle. But from the smoke came out a figure: Ralthavar, his armor stained with blood and gore. None of it his own however. When the dust cleared the villagers and his allies would see the corpse of the dragon, it's head destroyed. Ralthavar said nothing as he walked pasted the others, and motioned them to continue onwards towards the next town. |
52,701 | 1,430 | 11 | 262 | 541 | Calm your self, you don't want to rush in with out knowing what your up against, as you would only be rushing to your death
The words spoken by Antafien made Guan smile. He knew well to feel out his opponent before going in for the kill, and that was what he planned on doing, he would find their weakness and strike with unmatched fury like he always did. For the few moments he had seen the dragons descend from the sky, he counted quite a few. A dragon would make for a worthy opponent, he would make sure to make one of those dragon's heads his own. Their battle would be inevitable, Guan just had to be patient. Having allies would make the time till a battle with the dragons and Lucia shorter. He said nothing in response to the drow but a slight nod of his head as he turned his attention to Edun, a human in armor.
He had seen Edun fight only a few times in the academy but he knew his skills were dragoon worthy. If he wanted to play leader, Guan would have to be sure, he wouldn't be led by any coward, and he had yet to see Edun's mettle. He would follow his orders for now but if it became apparent that this man was craven, he would push to find a new leader for this "group" that seemed to all be bent on the same goal.
"Politely escort the civilians into their respective homes.”
Now somewhat calm, Guan gave Edun a mocking salute before moving out into the city to help suppress the chaos that was raging throughout the city. The time lost in the pursuit of Lucia would make the chase all the more fun. He weaved and jumped through the rubble in the streets, while assisting those who were too dazed and confused to move. With his helmet removed he didn't seem as scary or intimidating to people who needed his help. Guan carried a distraught child who had just lost his parents out of their home. The boy wouldn't stop crying and it annoyed Guan who wanted to finish this up and go save someone else, with a sigh, Guan pulled a dagger out from the rubble and handed it to the boy. "Don't cry you're a man now, " the boy took the dagger in his hand and wiped his tears, "Cry after you've taken vengeance," Guan said as he left behind the boy in the street. | Name: Guan Ping
Age: Twenty-three
Race: Human
Hometown: Osorcul
Biography: Born on a ship of immigrants traveling through the Molten Tides, Guan lived the first year of his life on the sea. The ship he was aboard was attacked by pirates only a few miles away from their destination. His mother and the rest of the ship' screw were slain, all but Guan and his father, who took his son and escaped onto a tiny dinghy. They drifted for what seemed like days before hitting shore right outside of Osorcul. His father, a veteran warrior, had to rebuild from the ground up in this new city. He became a mediocre pottery-maker and did as much as he could to provide for his growing son.
When Guan came of age his father began to teach him how to fight with martial arts and with a Glaive and sword. Guan grew up learning how to fight and looking up to those with strength. He himself grew tired of his small house with his father. He decided leave and see where the wind took him. On the day he left Osorcul, his father passed down his own Glaive, a family heirloom. Eventually, Guan found himself at Shattermane Academy, where he decided to try his hand at becoming a Dragoon.
Dragonartes:
-Whisper Haste
-Flawless Study
Weapon(s):
Roleplaying Sample:
The moonlit night was cool and quiet. The forest was dead silent, so quiet it was near suffocating, as if making a noise disturbed nature's serene tranquility. Guan sat on a felled log in front of the dying embers of a once warm and roaring fire. Bored and tired, Guan poked at the coals with a stick playfully. The day had been uneventful and arduous. A whole day of making his way through the forest, with no sign that he had made any progress in getting to his destination at all. Dropping his stick, he looked over at his Glaive which was leaning on the log next to him. The blade shone brilliantly in the moonlight and he could see his own reflection clearly on the blade. He recalled the tracks he had found earlier, he was not the only person in this forest, there was a group of people who wer also making their way through the forest.
Guan let out a yawn as he stood up and went over to his pack to find his water-skin. He tensed as he heard the crack of twig behind him. Cautiously he turned to see a man about his size dressed in chainmail a d leather halberd and wearing a mask of cloth. He had a sword in his hand, and was most definitely a bandit. They were common in forests like these, preying on unwary travelers. 'Just one, good, I can take him' Guan thought to himself with relief. To his dismay, two other similarly dressed bandits clambered out of the darkness of the woods next to the first bandit one with a spear and the other with a bow. 'This'll be fun,' Guan thought to himself sarcastically
The silence was sickening, what was 5 seconds of a stare down, felt like years. They watched to see what he would do, seeing who would make the first move. The first move was made by Guan as lept forward, grabbing his Glaive. He felt the quick whish of an arrow as it nearly grazed his face. The two bandits with me lee weapons advanced, shouting and yelling, breaking the silence. With one hand on his Glaive, Guan gracefully spun to the side of a spear thrust, using the centrifugal force of the weight of his Glaive and his spin, Guan brought a spinning elbow into the nose of the spear bandit. The spear bandit dropped his spear as stumbled backward dazed while blood gushed from his broken nose. The sword bandit roared and brought a downward slash with two hands aimed at Guan's shoulder. Spinning his Glaive above, his head, Guan swung the butt of the shaft into the temple of the spear bandit, his skull shattered, the limp body flew right under the oncoming blow. The rusty sword lodged itself in the nape of the spear bandit's neck, spraying blood like a fountain. The archer had nocked another arrow and had it aimed at Guan's chest. With a twang, the archer released the arrow. Like a monkey, Guan leapfrogged over the head of the swordsman who was trying to dislodge his sword from his dead ally's neck and landed like an acrobat behind the bandit. The arrow hit the swordsman in the chest, piercing his chainmail. Quickly, Guan ran out from behind the swordsman and charged the archer, while running, Guan jumped up and brought a flying knee into the neck of the archer. His throat collapsed, the archer fell backward clawing for air for a few minutes before dying. Guan collected himself and took a deep breath, "I just cleaned my blade, of course I'm not going to dirty it," He said aloud to no one in particular. He touched his side and was surprised to find an arrow, it must have hit him during the heat of the skirmish. He winced with pain as he sat down on the log and began to treat himself. |
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