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[Riolux]

This is the Official Character Sheet of the Roleplay. Made by @LittleLoon Thank you for allowing the rest of us to use it as well!


The Essentials:


Name:


Age:


Gender:


Species:


Faction:


Alignment: (Eg; Chaotic Good, True Neutral, Lawful Evil, etc.)


Fatal Flaw: (Note from me: Your character's absolute worst -but not necessarily negative- quality, the one which causes the most regresses in their life. This is not something that should fade away with time; consider it a 'core' characteristic of sorts, a fundamental part of their personality.)


Saving Grace: (Your character's absolute best -but not necessarily positive- quality, the one which causes the most progress in their life. This is not something that should fade away with time; consider it a 'core' characteristic of sorts, a fundamental part of their personality.)


Appearance:


Fighting style:


Personality and/or Writing example: (Note from my brother on writing example: Now this one might seem kind of weird but hear me out. I think it's better to write an example of your character doing something rather than describe their personality because a) we tend to change it anyways through development or not b) it shows us how they actually think and stuff c) I can see how you write and if you can portray your characters traits in actual writing versus telling me how they're like. Don't give too much description to the setting, we mostly want to see how your characters acts/thinks/etc.)


History:


The Extra:


Likes:


Dislikes:


Talents:


Hobbies:


Fears:


Crushes:


Orientation:


Theme Song:


Other:

 

[Peaceswore]

First Character

Name: Drake Veltnila


Age: 19


Gender: Male


Species: Zoroark


Faction: Yveltal


Alignment: Evil


Fatal Flaw: Completely and utterly sadistic


Saving Grace: "Saving Grace? Kehehehe What's that~" His cunningness and his ability to change his shape and creating illusions.


Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/zoroark_by_tuooneo-d4we8op.png.cb00b85bcf9ab27917b188509c1e7771.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="84661" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/zoroark_by_tuooneo-d4we8op.png.cb00b85bcf9ab27917b188509c1e7771.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Moves: Night Daze, Hyper voice, Dig, Shadow claw


Fighting style: Drake uses his claws and teeth in his fights and much prefers close combat to anything else. After all the feeling of blood slipping through his claws is amazing!


Personality and/or Writing example:


"D-Drake? What are you doing? Why did you tell us to come down here?" A Skitty with said as she hid behind a Roilu that looked up at Drake warily. Drake having locked the door snickered a bit as a snake like smile decorated his lips.


"Oh what an ugly tale Hehe"


"Drake what are you talking about?" Another pokemon asked as he balled up his fist. Drake looked at them and kept snickering.


"Suffering~ It's such an ugly tale that I have seen up close! Kehehe."


"D-Drake! Oi What's going on!? W-WHat's with that creepy look!" A Bunnery shouted at him making him laugh as he looked at them At this Drake shook his head as he looked up at them with an insane look.


"You are in the belly of the beast! Now that you are~ Let me show you the true meaning of life! Kehehehehehe!!!" Before anyone could even ask what he was talking about he ran forward and ripped apart one pokemon not giving him a single chance to fend him.


At this their eyes widen but he only laughed.


To put it short Drake is completely sadistic and can swtich from being bat sh*t inasne to as normal as any teenager his age. He laughs easily but sucks at making friends. One thing he loves is to make others know the true meaning of life (or at least the way he sees it)


History:


Drake has lived alone pretty much his entire life. Before he was alone he lived with his mother in harsh terrain seeing as she was incapable of moving to a more suitable location for living. Despite this the pokemon loved him dearly and did what she could to keep him healthy and happy. Sadly for him he was only in his kind mothers presence for ten years before he was left alone in the cold world. On night when the mother was simply trying to get some food for Drake the poor women got cornered by our cruel pokemon. And right in front of Drake these pokemon had hurt her horribly before killing her in cold blood. Drake watched it all and when the pokemon left he held his dying mother in his arms till all life seeped from her.


Now orphaned he lived alone till a kind and gentle pokemon found him and took him. By this time he was ten and to him he preferred the wild rather then the dreaded Orphange. So many rules, so strict, so boring, this is what he remembers from the place. As he grew up he was a complete outcast, not only because of his looks but he just seemed hard to approach.


In this orphanage he saw something that made him envious beyond belief, a group of kids that were best of friends despite the place they were at. Just like him those pokemon never got adopted but they didn't seem to care. He would always watch them silently from a dark corner of a room not letting himself be known to the kids. Each passing day he got more and more envious and he soon had the strong will to see them meet reality.


In his eyes life is tragedy ridden and filled with being hurt just like he was. So seeing these happy go lucky kids pissed him off beyond belief. One day when they were all seventeen and left alone in the old orphanage (since the head had to run for some groceries) he decided to show them how life truly is. He tricked all of them to go to the basement where he locked them in and with no remorse he started.


When all was said and done he was standing on a pile of corpses with his hands drenched in blood, each of the other children being killed in different and very cruel ways. After he did this he felt relieved for his own reason and happy of what he did, still no remorse he left the orphanage moments before the headmaster could discover the atrocity. He has been on the run ever since and he has found a great amount of pleasure in killing people who live lives without even a small taste in tragedy.


The Extra:


Likes:


Blood


Death


Blood


Sweeties


The color of Red


Others that are like him


Suffering


Blood


Chatting


Dislikes:


Happy families


People that have never experience suffering


Good Deeds


Heroes


Power he can't get


Talents: Drake is very fast and cunning. He is great at parkor and freaking out his enemy. He can see the most gory sights known to man or Pokémon and only laugh.


Hobbies: Is killing a hobby? If not then he loves to run and run. that and practice fighting really he enjoys doing all three.


Fears: Someone stopping him before he can show as many people as possible the true meaning of life.


Crushes: " Crush?????? You mean you are asking how many people I have crushed to death? Kehehe If that's so the number mya impress you~"


Orientation:


Theme Song: [media]





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Other: I got to go to work now so I may improve this crazy bastard later

Second character

Name: Alex Larten


Age: 19


Gender: Male


Species: Luxray


Faction: Gartinia


Alignment: Good


Fatal Flaw: How stubborn he is. It's nearly impossible to change this guys mind if he has it set onto something.


Saving Grace: His undying loyalty. If he becomes loyal to you this guy will never leave your side even if his life is danger.


Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/c69527ac0faab2b1f3f64f34edf983c9.png.257207f0a7939be5841a7e44f7ab6105.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="84660" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/c69527ac0faab2b1f3f64f34edf983c9.png.257207f0a7939be5841a7e44f7ab6105.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Moves: Electric Terrain, thunderbolt, thunder, crunch


Ability: Guts


Fighting style: He can fight in a variety of ways. Using his lighting he can attack from afar or close up. When he is close he is far more deadly as he has his deadly claws and fangs. Of course never underestimate his powerful lightning.


Personality and/or Writing example:


History: Alex has lived in a long generation of FBI/CIA agents. His parents were agents as were his grand parents and possibly even their grandparents. The fact of the matter is this family had one thing that never seemed to end and was passed from child to child, undying loyalty. His family wasn't a line of agents because they were forced to be by some weird program. They were agents because they were completely loyal to their country and they were damn proud of it.


Alex was no different, unlike most of those TV shows that have the agents keeping their job a secret from their family. His parents told him out right what they were as soon as he could understand what they talking about.


With this knowledge Alex strove to be just as good as his parents, he learned different styles of self defense and he became very intelligent as well as observant. He would be the one kid that would defend the nerd at school even if the entire class turned nasty on him. At his age he was learning advanced engineering....that was before he ended up in this world.


The Extra:


Likes:


Storms


Lightning


Sour foods


Kids


Cute things


Red lights


Happy atmosphere


Dislikes:


Floods


Bitter foods


Child abusers


Death


Suffering


Talents: His eye sight is above average and is great at seeing through lies and his speed is not something you should laugh at.


Hobbies: Napping in warm rays of light. Playing (yes he's 19 and he plays like a child), practice sparring matches.


Fears: Failing his parents or people that put a lot of faith into him.


Crushes: A/n


Orientation:


Theme Song: A/n


Other:





Third Character

Name: Astra Marlinia


Age: 21


Gender: Female


Species: Gardevoir


Faction: Darkri (renegade)


Alignment: Good





Fatal Flaw: Astra can be really laid back/lazy at times. Meaning she has a pretty bad reaction time of sorts.


Saving Grace: She is very reasonable, calm and collected. Even in the most dire situations the chances of her freaking out or losing hope is close to zero.


Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/hh.jpg.dacaa8208f053cb60b0a79693618e871.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="84662" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/hh.jpg.dacaa8208f053cb60b0a79693618e871.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> (the blue is instead red)


Moves: Moonblast, Future sight, Dazzling Gleam, Psychic


ability: Synchronize


Fighting style: She fights at a medium/long range distance. Using her psychic/fairy type attacks she is a force to be reckoned with. However up close she is at a slight disadvantage.


Personality and/or Writing example:


History: Astra lived only with her mom who was a famous singer. Because of this she to was popular as she also had her mothers talent and could not only sing, but dance as well. However because of her popularity she soon became a loner and anti social despite all the concerts and performances she did. She simply found it impossible to tell who was her friend and who wanted some of her fame. Not wanting to be used she just pushed everyone away and just stopped hanging out with people.


When she found herself in the pokemon world she joined Darkri under the promise of being allowed to return home when all was said and done. After only serving him for a little while she soon got sick of this faction from the cruelty of some of the members. And with that she ran away no longer wanting to be involved with that faction. Now she is a renegade who is currently searching for a way back home.


The Extra:


Likes:


Music


Dancing


Cake


Glass wares


Dislikes:


Yodeling


Accordion


Cruel pokemon


Darkri


Talents: Her voice is rather enchanting and she can sing very well


Hobbies: Singing and dancing


Fears: A servant of Darkri or Drakri himself finding her and placing her in an eternal sleep.


Crushes: n/a


Orientation: Straight


Theme Song: n/a


Other:

 

[Runesage]

The Essentials:


Name: "Hi! My name is Miles."


Age: "I'm 16 years old."


Gender: "I am a guy."


Species: "I'm a Dewott, obviously."


Faction: "I'm not part of any faction. I'm just a normal Pokemon! I'm a wanderer, maybe thinking about becoming an explorer."


Alignment: "I try to do good things whenever I can, but if a law is in my way, I might... work around it." (Neutral Good)


Fatal Flaw: "My biggest problem is I can't stand by while others are getting hurt. It get's me in trouble a lot if I see anything bad happening to another. It's gotten me in trouble with the law a time or two, and I've definitely made some enemies."


Saving Grace: "I think the thing that allows me to progress the most is my adaptability. I'm really good at adjusting to life's difficulties.It lets me move past failures, but it also comes with some better ideas on how to beat the system, so to speak. My plans are always flexible."

Spoiler

Credit for arts goes to DewwyDart this time. Go check him out.


Fighting style: "Each Dewott has their own fighting style, did you know that? Mine involves chaining attacks and forms together. It's not in a set order though, I could switch at any time. The attacks that I know are Swords Dance, Night Slash, Razor Shell, and Double Team. The Double Team is really the key to my strategy. It lets me have even more opportunities to adapt to the circumstances."


Personality and/or Writing example: Miles wandered along down the road to Treasure Town. He hadn't stopped by for a while, so he thought he'd swing by and see if anything had changed from the last time he was there. Were there new apprentices at the guild, a famous exploration team, or just normal Treasure Town? He planned on heading for the Marowak Dojo after stopping by at the guild. He'd considered applying for membership multiple times, but he never fully committed. Exploration teams were good, but he felt he could do just as much without all the brutal training.


Suddenly a little movement caught his eye. A servant of either Darkrai or Yveltal was skulking near the entrance to Spinda's Cafe. Hidden by brush, many of the patrons entering and leaving didn't notice. However, as one of the patrons left, the shadowy figure followed. It looked like a follower of Xerneas, a Sawsbuck and it was walking away from the cafe, alone. Miles followed from a distance, keeping careful watch on the pair, and debating whether or not to go for help.


All at once, the Servant, probably of Yveltal sprang through his covering and grabbed the Follower. The follower screamed in pain and buckled to his knees. Definitely Yveltal then. Miles didn't hesitate. He sprang forward, Scalchops spinning as he used Sword's Dance. The servant looked up too late as Miles struck a sweeping blow with Razor Shell as he flew past. Landing on the opposite side, he spun to face the Servant, seeing it was a Zangoose. The Servant smirked. "Was that meant to tickle? You know I can just drain the life from this pathetic healer, right?" As he spoke, his wounds slowly began to heal, and the Follower screamed again.


"The problem with you holding on to him is you can only defend yourself with one hand." Miles said. Images began sprouting off of him as he used Double Team. "Let's see you try to defend from every direction with that limitation." He said, and the images sprang forward again. The Servant spun around the Follower, desperately trying to defend himself while still holding on, but to no avail. Miles's blades kept hitting their mark, and the Servant still hadn't landed a single hit. Finally, growling, the Servant dropped the Sawsbuck, which collapsed to the ground, breath heaving. Miles swept in between the two and knocked the Servant back with a combo-ed Razor Shell and Night Slash. The Follower staggered to his feet, and Miles quickly asked, "Are you OK?"


"I'm fine, but that blasted servant-" Suddenly the followers eyes widened, and Miles felt a hand clamp on his shoulder. Excruciating pain tore through him, and it took all of Miles's self control to keep from screaming


"Not so confident now, are you?" The servant snickered. "I'm going to enjoy draining you dry."


Miles was unable to answer because of the pain. It felt like his entire body was being burned at once. A low groan escaped his mouth. He managed to look at the Follower, who was still struggling to rise. At least he'd be all right. The Follower caught his eye, and shook his head. Guess he wasn't able to heal like this, Miles thought. Miles thought hard about how he could turn this one around. He could barely move because of the pain, and it was beginning to make him feel light headed. It seemed like his energy was depleting fast. Miles got an idea. He waited as the Servant laughed over his near motionless form. "Had enough yet?" The servant asked, mockingly. Just a little longer, Miles thought. "How are you going to defend yourself like this?"


Now. A torrent of energy flowed into his body, and Miles spun around, using a high powered Razor shell. The Servant staggered back, cursing. "How did you-"


Miles didn't give him a chance to continue that thought. Using Double Team again, and then another Swords Dance. Miles began what he liked to call the Blade Current. Torrent boosted Razor Shells came at the Servant from all sides at once, and the Servant had no chance to counterattack. "Yvetal curse you!" The Servant shouted as he fled. Miles stopped himself from following and muttered, "That's how I defend myself." He then turned back towards the Follower. The least he could do is make sure it got into town safely after all this trouble.


History: "I grew up in Treasure Town, but my family originally came from Post Town. I grew up like most Oshawotts, practicing my Scalchop skills, and training to become strong. Since evolving, I decided to travel honing my strength. Over the course of my travels, my family was attacked by a servant of Darkrai, and placed in a nightmare. We lived on the outskirts of town, so no one thought it weird when they first disappeared. Eventually they were found and brought to a follower of Cresselia, but for some it was too late. My younger brother and older sister ended up dying because of the Nightmare, and my younger sister has had to stay with the Follower permanently because the nightmares never truly left her. I decided to head out to Zodiac City to find out more about who could have been the one to attack my family."


The Extra:


Likes: "I like training with my scalchops, helping people and traveling. Meeting new people is fun too."


Dislikes: "I don't like Servants of Darkrai. I don't like to waste time, and I don't like seeing people get hurt." (Once he learns of the existence of Renegades, he'll be fine with them, but until then, he hates all servants of Darkrai.


Talents: "I'm a rather talented fighter, and I am also good at quickly making decisions. I'm a pretty good guard, I have been hired before. That's pretty much it for now."


Hobbies: "I don't have much time for hobbies, but when I do get a spare moment, I'm usually training. Occasionally I'll read, but that's rare."


Fears: "I fear not being strong enough. I fear not being able to help. I fear facing a situation where I find i don't want to help. And I fear being alone."


Crushes: "Um... None yet..." -blushes slightly- (Open, probably will happen sometime quickly.)


Orientation: Straight.


Theme Song: Still finding one.


Other:


The Essentials:


Name: "My name is Aneirin."


Age: "The number 13 comes to mind."


Gender: "I am a male. Was it hard to tell?"


Species: "I am an Absol, obviously."


Faction: "I'm no longer part of a Faction" (Renegade, former Follower of Xerneas, but Soul-Snatched from Kyogre, as evidenced by the darker blue hues in his light blue fur.)


Alignment: "I live by a personal code, not abstract concepts of right and wrong." (Lawful neutral)


Fatal Flaw: "My biggest struggle is responsibility. Leadership wouldn't suit me very well."


The burden of responsibility. The ability to sense disasters comes with a personal feeling of responsibility to warn others of their coming. He'll go to great lengths to warn others, and he'll often take massive risks to get to the area where the disaster will happen before it strikes. Also, if he is leading a group, he'll be rather indecisive, due to not wanting to make a wrong choice. Failure to warn others and failure to lead weigh heavily on him, and he personally is hard on himself after that.


Saving Grace: "I think my best quality is my drive to succeed."


Aneirin is driven. If he sets out to accomplish a task, he will use all of his effort. This is partly the cause of his flaw, because he takes the failures that he has very personally. This drive allows him to focus almost perfectly on the task at hand, allowing him to do come up with some pretty unorthodox solutions to problems.


Appearance:

Credit to nokivaris on Deviantart. The art is not mine.


Fighting style: "Fighting is something I'm good at, even if it's inefficient at times. I know where people hurt, and aim for that."


He, unlike most of Xerneas's followers, has no inhibitions about violence, if someone is getting in the way. That doesn't mean he won't try a peaceful solution first, but if the opponent insists on fighting, he will. His fighting style is very calculated. Most healers know the places that hurt the most on a body, and he is no exception. He goes for fast, precise strikes on sensitive areas of the body, trying to end it quickly, but with as little permanent damage as possible, unless he's angry. If he's angry, he switches his aim from points that would cause pain, to vulnerable spots that will quickly incapacitate his rival.


Personality and/or Writing example:


"But, you can't leave!" the young follower of Xerneas protested, looking up at Aneirin worriedly. "He can still make it!"


"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. There is going to be a tornado-"


"So? He's dying, and I don't know what to do." The follower said, tears welling up into his eyes. Aneirin felt tears well up. It was time for him to make the choice he knew was coming. Would he focus on his calling as a healer, or would he focus on his duty as an Absol. The responsibilities seemed to conflict more and more often these days. A silence seemed to prevail over the entire area, only broken by the groans of the injured Pokemon.


The silence continued until Aneirin started walking out of the room. "Wait, where are you going? He's going to die if you don't help him!"


A single tear fell down Aneirin's face as he turned to look at his former co-worker. "I'm going to do my duty. There is no good choice in this matter. If I stay, the town gets destroyed, and more people will be hurt and killed. If I go, then I will forever bear the guilt of his death." More tears began to fall. "I choose to follow my soul. Staying will only cause me more trouble. I can run from the duty of a healer, but I can't run from the duty of an Absol."


"So you're running away? Forever?" The follower asked.


Aneirin nodded, tears now streaming down his face. "I'm sorry," he said one more time, knowing it was woefully inadequate for the occasion. He then turned and fled, running as fast as he could towards where the tornado would hit, fervently praying that Arceus would grant him the strength to live alone and rejected, as all Absols seemed to end up.


History: "History? I can't remember most of it. My earliest memory is a feeling of being pulled, and then Xerneas standing over me. I remembered my name, and Xerneas told me that I was one of her followers, a healer, a spreader of peace. Everything that Xerneas said made sense and fit, but I got the sense that something was being held back. Xerneas promised to help my mind heal, and eventually regain my memories, as long as I continued as a follower. I did for a while, but then the pressure of healing and the pressure of warning began to build up, and I decided to leave. I split from the group and fled to Zodiac city."


Yeah, I'll work out the human history soon enough, but this should be enough to start.


The Extra:


Likes: "I like good food, helping people, being successful, and, even though I left, I still like and respect Xerneas."


Dislikes: "I really don't like being being alone, even though I have to be. I don't like death, failure, and I don't like it when I can't plan all the way through


Talents: "I mean, I can sense disasters with my horn, but that was obvious. Oh, you mean personal talents. I'm a pretty good fighter, I'm a decent healer, and I can solve puzzles pretty well. I've got pretty good stamina, and I've got a knack for cooking. I can read footprint runes, and Unown script."


Hobbies: "I never really have much time for hobbies because I always have to go somewhere, be it to heal, or to warn. In my down time I enjoy cooking, learning about things, and solving puzzles."


Fears: "I'm afraid of failure, rejection, and losing control. I'm afraid of myself a little."


Crushes: None yet.


Orientation: Straight


Theme Song: [media]

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Other: nothing right now.


Moves: "Let's see, I know Hone Claws, Detect, Night Slash, and Psycho Cut."

 

[Riolux]

My turn...geez you guys were quick xD


Name: Ryan


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Species: Riolu


Faction: Previously a Servant of Darkrai, but is now a Renegade


Alignment: Ryan is a survivor and will do what it takes to survive. However he does have a moral compass and, while somewhat flawed while under Darkrai's command, he is very hesitant about killing or using his Gifted Ability. He isn't, however, above lying, cheating, or performing minor criminal activities such as stealing. Therefore he would fall under the lines of Chaotic Neutral.


Fatal Flaw: Ryan's fatal flaw is his distrusting nature. Due to his short time as a Servant of Darkrai, he sees possible deception everywhere and this makes him hesitant to cooperate with anyone and he usually acts alone.


Saving Grace: While his distrusting nature might be his fatal flaw, his saving grace is, if one can earn it, his loyalty. Ryan can be extremely dedicated to those who prove themselves to be honest with him and he is especially loyal to those he can empathize with, such as other Renegades.


Appearance:

Moves: Shadow Claw, High Jump Kick, Bullet Punch, Focus Blast


Fighting style: Ryan is an aggressive combatant, rarely holding back once he's started. He usually prefers to start a battle through a sneak attack or some other method that grants him an early advantage.


Personality: Ryan is reclusive, preferring to keep to himself rather than make friends. This is primarily due to the ongoing war between the major Legendary Pokemon. He is aware that wars result in casualties, and deserters are hunted. He is also aware that those he befriends are targets as well. This reluctance is dropped when it comes to other Renegades as he understands their situation is similar to his.


History: Ryan's history prior to being summoned to Zodarus is a mystery.


Likes: Being free to think for himself, Freedom, and challenges


Dislikes: Darkrai, Cresselia and her followers, killing.


Talents: Ryan is a capable thief and fights with an assassin-like style though usually without the fatal results. He is also skilled at gathering intelligence if paid well enough.


Hobbies: Ryan hasn't really picked up a hobby during his time. This may change depending on how things work out.


Fears: Ryan's worst fear is that he will never return home. He also has a fear that Darkrai will seek retribution through locking Ryan in a nightmare, though this doesn't worry him as much as he believes Darkrai doesn't care enough.


Crushes: Not Applicable.


Orientation: Straight


Theme Song:


[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlJaMc_PCN8[/media]


Other: N/A

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Bultou the Crude

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Species: Scrafty

Faction: Renegade, once with Yveltal

Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Fatal Flaw: Will not back down from a challenge due to his pride. Always seeking growth he has ended up near death due to this attribute. Even with this fact it can't be said it has doused his pride in the least.


Saving Grace: Bultou holds no grounds for mercy and has an indomitable will. Working towards his goals whether it be to trade or fight he'll hold back none of his energy in his endeavors. This fashion of doing things makes him incredibly hard to put down when a goal is set.


Fighting style: Unlike most of his kind he has mastered the art of taking pain then dishing it out full force. Due to specializing in his special defenses he will uses 'bulk up' to increase his naturally high attack and average defense. After a few cycles of this an unprepared challenger won't be able to damage him sufficiently. Any pain he gathered from the beating is returned from a boosted 'drain punch'. He causes further havoc through the dangerous use of 'knock off' that can cripple item dependent opponents. From experience he has access to 'iron head' to deal with pesky fairies outright.

[Bulk Up] [Drain Punch] [Knock Off] [Iron Head]

[Ability: Shed Skin]​

Personality: Tightly gripping his arm to stop the flow of blood he entered a local town from the woods. A cocky Pidgeot or was it a Fearow? It didn't really matter to Bultou since they all got their feathers ruffled the same way. The righteous little bird thought it had the advantage with Bultou, but it was tweeting a different tune once a branch went through its wing. It didn't expect for him to take to the trees where his 'Hurricane' attack was muffled comically. The cut in his arm wasn't even from the bird but instead a stone it kicked with its gale.


Now in town he glared around for a local berry dealer or tradesman. To his content his spotted a Smeargle selling his items behind a little wood stand.


"You selling oran berries?" Boltou barked


"Oh why yes I do my good man." the salesman said as his dug into his chest, his green tipped tail flaying in the air. Out from the chest he offered an oran berry that seemed freshly picked. "That will be"- he was cut as the berry was snatched from his hand.


Bultou swallowed it down and found his arm in almost optimal condition, "Good berry."


"Hey! You can't just-" the poor salesman was cut off again with a fist to his face sending him crashing into the cold cobblestone.


The drain punch healed up his arm quite nicely as Bultou flexed it slightly, "Thanks for your service!" Bultou stated as he walked back towards the woods. No point in fighting low level locals. If the guards gave tail it would be in his forest anyways. He pondered over what the bird would taste like as he trotted off.


History: Bultou doesn't talk of it much as there is little point. He commonly makes remarks about how fun the pillaging was until Yveltal became more goal oriented. He left simple to fulfill his lust for battle that interrogations didn't quench, well at least he says this is the case. His coloration distinctively shows he was under the guild of Darkrai or Yveltal at some point whether he relishes such details to you or not.


Likes: Battles, Exercise, Training, Fear induction, Cooked Meat


Dislikes: Sweet food, Debates, Losing, Idiots


Talents: Unlike most he his quite adoptive at using his environment to abuse his opponents. Also, living for the most part in the woods his quite good at grilling. It is best not to ask where the meat comes from.


Hobbies:


1. Training his strength and endurance


2. Gathering new spices for cooking meat


3. Antagonizing people he dislikes


Fears: While he certainly seems fearless he has a subtle fear of fairy types. After practically being killed by one this fear is translated into pure hatred and the mastering of 'Iron Head'.


Crushes: None as of yet


Orientation: Heterosexual

 

[Penance]

The Essentials:


Name: Alen White


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Species: Spiritomb


Faction: Darkrai


Alignment: Evil


Fatal Flaw: Completey self centered. Care's for his own wants, needs, or his personal cause instead of others...........that and money is a BIG deal to him.........


Saving Grace: He can be stealth when the need calls. Mostly because he can just go in his stone and hide


Appearance: <p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/image.png.5e7e8554afc83dd3d71fbb5bc51b088e.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="84731" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/image.png.5e7e8554afc83dd3d71fbb5bc51b088e.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Fighting style: Alen used mostly his special attacks to hit enemies long range. If he's in a close range combat he sometimes stays in one spot so his rock won't be hit


Personality and/or Writing example:


*cough* "please don't....."


Alen scoffed as he counted the coins in a bag with his ghost hand "no thanks........I prefer my money being in my hands than yours......." He said before putting the bag away "now since I've been assigned to kill you......" He said slowly looking over at the wounded Pokemon


"N-no!! You've taken my money just leave me!!"


"Let me think about it..................................nah" he said with a evil smile and blasted a dark beam at the Pokemon destroying it "ahh that was fun..........now I need more jobs to replenish my stock~"


History: Alen used to be one soul. Only one. He was the type of person that did bad things for pure entertainment. Crime, murder, that sort of thing. Sadly he was captured and impressioned for a long time. Soon people like him started to pile up in prison and they ran out of room. So they had each and every one of their souls extracted and sealed in a stone to be imprissoned forever.


Over time those souls fought on the inside all wanting to leave or something but alen's soul proved more dominant and led all the souls strength and managed to partially break free. Forming the creature now known as Spiritomb.


The Extra:


Likes:


Money


Being a bad guy


Getting stronger


Dislikes:


Day time


Bankruptcy


Being called weak in anyway


Talents:


Good strategist


Excellent at placing and removing curses except his own


Hobbies:


Counting his money


Searching for the way to complete his personal goal


Fears: losing control of the other souls


Crushes:


Orientation: asexual


Theme Song:


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[Penance]

Name: Caine wright


Age: 20


Gender: male


Species: gengar


Faction: yveltal (renegade)


Alignment: good (surpringly)


Fatal Flaw: Caine is a wild guy. He's not insane he just likes to have fun. His definition of fun can sometimes put a lot of people in danger.


Saving Grace: His funny Random personality can be a good comic relief during bad times


Appearance:<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/image.png.630612ef1b44cc0242034f5ac0b46494.png" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="84734" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_11/image.png.630612ef1b44cc0242034f5ac0b46494.png" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p>


Fighting style: his fighting style is usual sporadic and random. He tries to fight differently to keep things entertaining but usually sticks to mid range.


Personality and/or Writing example:


History: Caine used to be a mercenary for hire. Killing things when needed. Most of the time he did it for fun. But the rest was because he needed money for his sister. She was suffering from a rare disease and he was the only one capable of getting enough dough. If asked he'd simply laugh about it and say he didn't care so he could stay in character when in reality he cares immensely. Now that he's stuck in the Pokemon world he figures he might find a cure of some sort so he searches in private


The Extra:


Likes:


Having fun


Gems


Dislikes:


Being bored


Pink things


Talents:


He's a naturally good medium since he's ghost type and Is a good spy for also being a ghost


Hobbies: it's something different every week


Fears:


Dying of boredom


Bugs


Crushes: none for now


Orientation: bi


Theme Song:

 

[MoltenLightning]

The Essentials:


Name: Grane Croberd (AKA Dewdrop or Dew or Dewie)

Age: 15


Gender: Female


Species: Pachirisu


Faction: Once a follower of Reshiram, but now a Renegade


Alignment: Neutral Good


Fatal Flaw: Her lack of responsibility and inability to take anything seriously can hold her back. And, when given the opportunity, she will do things just because she is able to. This can get in the way, but that does not mean she doesn't know whats best for people.


Saving Grace: Her ability to keep her spirits up and keep at something is something she excels in. Normally, however, she will refuse to do it unless she is able to do it her way. Then again, her way seems to always work.


Fighting style: Tends to have no set pattern for anything, as she is extremely good at adapting to the situations shes in. Dewie is able to deal with conditions and has a great strength in teamwork; Shes able to do things the enemy would normally never think of.


Personality and/or Writing example:


Dewie launched from tree to tree, hearing the loud shouts of the Followers in pursuit. She giggled, a buck tooth grin stuck to her face. Seeing them lag behind, she stopped and jumped off of a branch. She put her small hands on her hips, lolling her tail around casually. As the Arcanine and Deerling approached, she waved wearing a cheeky grin. "So, how're you guys doing?" She questioned innocently. The Arcanine growled, then stated, "Reshiram is looking for you, Dewdrop. What are you doing running off?! We have a job to do." He placed his paw ferociously on the ground.


Dewie waved dismissively at him, as if it were nothing. "Reshiram should forgive me, since I'm just following the truth. The truth that, well, I can't exactly follow the truth..." Her voice cracked a small bit at the end, but she soon redeemed her normal persona. Dewie saluted. The Deerling stepped forward, tentatively. "No, wait, Dewie. Don't leave! Reshiram needs you..." Dewie again waved it off. "I'm not that important. Just, forget you ever saw me! Hehe~!" Then, she swiveled on her pivot foot and sprinted away, hearing a roar from the Arcanine. She left them in the dust once more, feeling a small seed of regret begin to germinate... But, she just couldn't do it anymore. And she pushed that seed back, rebelling it. No more regrets.


History: She never really talks about it, probably because she doesn't want to or she just doesn't remember.


The Extra:


Likes: Berries, her 'way', other people and action


Dislikes: Boredom, stumping situations, and being scolded.


Talents: Being adaptive in many different conditions, speed, and cunning


Hobbies: Running, bargaining, adventuring, and helping others


Fears: Fears that one day everyone will look down upon her and think shes some kind of disdainful disgrace...


Crushes: None, yet.


Orientation: Straight


Moves: Iron Tail, Thunderbolt, Gunk Shot, Roll Out (Has some weaker versions of these she can use to 'tease' people)


Theme Song: [media]





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Other: Nothing, really...

 

[Kurai Okami]

Name: Lucas Akahn


Age: 17


Gender: Male


Species: Gengar


Faction: used to be with darkrai


Alignment: lawful neutral


Fatal Flaw: He is often too serious and may come out as down right apathetic or just plain rude


Saving Grace: His wisdom will and has saved many lives, and he often guides many to victory


Appearance:

Fighting style: no set style


Personality and/or Writing example: Lucas ran through the forest away from the Hawlucha that was chasing after him. Although she had constantly said that this was her territory, Lucas didn't believe that one bit. He suddenly stopped in front of a tree with low lying branches and he patiently waited for the Hawlucha to come closer and closer knowing that her recklessness would soon be her downfall. She suddenly started to use quick attack, nearing about three inches away, Lucas jumped latched onto a branch and the hawlucha slammed into the tree with enough force to get rid of a whole layer of bark. "I have no doubt this is your territory," he said cautiously "But the line was crossed several hours ago." and with that he had begun walking back towards the town he was looking for.


History: As a human he was a smart individual almost through high school with straight A's And he had a good well-paying job. Many would say he lived a normal life, but that was not the case. He craved adventure so, against his better judgement, he sought out that adventure which led to him getting lost and falling into the realm of pokemon with no recollection of how or why he was there.


The Extra:


Likes: Spooky stories, reading, tea


Dislikes: Most of the factions, idiots, selfish idiots, poetry, destruction of nature


Talents: could play guitar


Hobbies: guitar, reading, collecting items


Fears: all of his friends will perish, spiders, creepy ally way people


Crushes: PM me


Orientation: Hetrosexual


Theme Song:


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(excuse me for being trash its the only way i can find songs)


Other: N/A

 

[TheMadIceCreamMan]

Kleghull the Laughing Shadows

• Biography
• Personal
• Misc Info

• 
  
  
  

  

  
  
  Name~ Kleghull (Clay-Ghoul)
  
  
  Age~ Is fourteen years of age
  
  
  Gender~ Male
  
  
  Species~ Shuppet, not a Rotom with a gray cover thrown over its head
  
  
  Faction~ Not associated with any Faction but seeks to join Darkrai due to personal reasons
  
  
  Alignment~ Chaotic Neutral
  
  
  Orientation~ Too young to understand such things
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  History: A tragic truth of the Pokemon world is that ghosts types are commonly outcasts of society and commonly belittled by others for their special traits. This has forced many to make a living through the under belly of society which does little to improve their standing in public. Kleghull was born into this harsh reality. For the first six years of his life his brother, Helcur a Banette, severed as his caretaker and gave him nothing less than warmth and love. Even if he lived in a rotting shack in the woods it was home with his brother's smile there everyday.
  
  
  It was unexpected but a night came when his brother failed to return as usual. As per his brother's rules he waited for his return. For a week he waited, but the pain in his heart made him set forth. He wanted his brother home. As he traversed a local town in hopes of finding his brother but hishopes were doused by rude locals. Kleghull soon felt odd as the alien emotions of fear and anxiety tore through his being for the first time. By nightfall he was fully panicked as he bellowed through the streets hoping his brother would come and wrap him in his warmth. No such thing occurred as he instead attracted the local guards with his crys. Kleghull was thrown out of the town, but not before being beaten up for causing public disturbances.
  
  
  Left in a pile of mud the guards deemed as worthy Kleghull laid heavily hurt and heart broken. It was on that night he came to understand the coldness of the world and how much his brother protected him from it over the years. In cold solace and nothing but his thoughts he trekked through a local forest not so sure what to do with himself. His brother had always been their and now he felt there was nothing. It was when he neared the void that he promised himself two things that allowed him to not accept death as a choice. One, he would find his brother no matter the cost. Two, he would become someone worthy of his brother instead of leeching off him as he had.
  
  
  Over the next few years he dabbled in thievery and selling his skills for poke in order to survive. While he didn't have pride in the act of stealing he couldn't deny the excitement he derived from committing the misdeeds. An important development was that he started to fall into old behaviors in the sense that he became more carefree and happy. The loss of his brother left him bitter for a few years but he certainly worked out of the rut. Not wanting to stay in one place Kleghull became a nomadic wanderer offering his thievery skills to the underhanded. In most places he visited there would always be an increase in public disturbances as his nature as Shuppet made him desire to scare people for personal enjoyment.
  
  
  When Arceus went missing Kleghull couldn't care for the loss too deeply and deemed it 'political fluff', which is what he termed incidents that were convoluted or difficult for him to grasp and thus was pointless to think about. Even when Factions started to take root didn't care much until he noted the how popular the servants or followers became. In his mind by joining one of the Factions his name would became known for miles. My brother can find me was the silver lining behind these thoughts. In order to make a grab for power in a Faction Kleghull did what he deemed logical. Anytime he came across a follower or servant of Darkrai he made sure to kiss up to them in a effort to get in their good graces. Darkiai seemed like a good choice to his youthful mind since word on the grapevine made them seem fearless and rule-less, which he loved. This was his life at the time.
  
  
  
  
  Writing Excerpt: The sound of footsteps along the pavement echoed this night with only random gusts of wind mixing in at times. They were not Kleghull's footsteps who hovered in absolute silence in the black shadows produced by the night. The footsteps came from his target, a Grumpig, who had a precious item that was desired inside his backpack. Judging from the way the target walked he was simply enjoying a cool night stroll in the town. How grateful was Kleghull who lurked only a foot away in the shadows behind.
  
  
  A twisted grin grew on Kleghull's face as the target neared an ally that was to his right. In brief flash Kleghull's eyes gave off a sapphire glow as he activated his Telekinesis move. A rock rose off the ground in response, all this occurred behind the oblivious Grumpig which Kleghull found comedic value in. With the slight nod of his head the floating rock was shot into the ground directly to the left of the Grumpig with a satisfying 'clink'. Clearly stunned the target jolted back and darted his head around nervously. In this time gap Kleghull lurked into the ally behind the target.
  
  
  After a few seconds the target seemed to calm down and likely passed off what happened as nothing. When another rock shot into the ground around his feat this broke the Grumpig's mental calmness as he knew this wasn't nothing. The sudden fear and anxiety that sparked inside the target was delicious to Kleghull as it was natural for a Shuppet to enjoy such frightful emotions. With tactical timing and aiming Kleghull shot more rocks near the target. The Grumpig backed away deeper into the ally away from the danger he perceived at his front when just at his back was the
  
  
  puppeteer. The flavor of fear grew stronger in the air as each rocked served to startle the target.
  
  
  Then the rocks stopped pelting the ground. The Grumpig grew anxious with the development as he made careful steps forward. At his back was Kleghull who's eyes flashed sapphire again activating his Telekinesis move. Slowly the Grumpig's backpack opened up to reveal its contents. Due to his ability Frisk he didn't need to search the bag as he already had the contents of the bag generalized in his mind. With a satisfying grin a red gem gently rose out the bag and towards Kleghull. According to the mission note he would earn ten poke for delivering this gem. Due to his general youth it wasn't uncommon for Kleghull to get ripped off for his services. The gem was worth far more then a mere ten poke, but Kleghull was simply happy to earn some throw around money. At that point it was mission complete and Kleghull could have well disappeared into the shadows with the gem at hand.
  
  
  This wouldn't be suitable for Kleghull.
  
  
  Quickly he retreated to the shadows of the ally. With a flash of sapphire in his eyes a rock soon rose above the ground. The Grumpig was still nervously trotting out of the ally when he heard a rock crash into the ground behind. Kleghull could feel the spike in the target's anxiety and it left him grinning. As the Grumpig nervously looked around the ally it was clear his fear grew for he knew not what lurked in the shadows. This situation was cleared when Kleghull burst forward from the shadows embrace as he unleashed his Screech move. In a grand comedic fashion the Grumpig fell backwards onto the pavement. The sound cracking made it clear he broke a few things in his backpack. Just as he quickly he was back up and dashing away. That night Kleghull moved through the shadows with persistent laughter at having gotten the red gem and made that Grumpig produce a delightful scream.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Fatal Flaw: Kleghull tends to be a trouble maker in that he enjoys pulling tricks and testing people. Due to his nature as a Shuppet he can't help but to be drawn to initiating a little chaos. At times he is one to purposely push people's buttons in order to draw out emotions such as envy, anxiety, and in particular vengeance that people bury deep in themselves.
  
  
  Saving Grace: Though his lack of common sense gets in his way Kleghull has proven to be excellent at analysis and strategy formation. Looking beyond himself he looks at how the environment and the people can used to complete a goal. Much like how a master chess player can see a variety ways to victory through looking at all the pieces on the board. When someone sees one solution he can see five solutions. As he grows more mentally he'll likely hone more into this natural skill of his.
  
  
  Fears: As carefree as he may seem the lost of his brother is still a central theme in his mind. He deeply fears one day facing a reality where he discovers his brother is dead or that his brother truly ran away from him that faithful day.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  ..Fighting Parameters..
  
  [Double Team][Telekinesis][Screech][Foul Play]
  
  [Ability : Frisk]​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes:
  
  
  Night
  
  
  Other's true emotions
  
  
  New curious things
  
  
  Excitement
  
  
  Darkrai's Faction
  
  
  Explosions
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  Bright Lights
  
  
  Bitter Foods
  
  
  Pure Chaos
  
  
  Discrimination
  
  
  Talents
  
  
  Pick Pocket: The combination of the move Telekinesis and his natural ability Frisk serves to make Kleghull a highly proficient pickpocket. Simple shuffling through a crowd his Frisk can allow him to determine the supplies a Pokemon has on them. Depending on the items position on the Pokemon he can easily walk by and snatch up their items. Due to his lack of appendages and meager appearance he commonly isn't the first Pokemon suspected to be a pickpocket.
  
  
  Tension Meter: Many ghost pokemon can be attributed to having emotional perception, many to more negative emotions. Shuppet isn't any an exception to this rule and it species carries a strong connection to vengeful emotions like envy, revenge, and jealously. A pokemon who his hiding such acidic emotions can't hide them from a Shuppet or Banette.
  
  
  Tactical Eye: Talked about in "Saving Grace" Kleghull is highly skilled at tactics and strategy. When someone sees one solution he is able to see five possible solutions.
  
  
  Hobbies
  
  
  Scaring people
  
  
  Collecting Town specific coins