Gods of an Unown World

[PokemonBreederChris]

Gods of an Un(kn)own World: A pokemon RPG.

Game Administrator: PokemonBreederChris
RPG Estimated Start Date:March 6th, 2010
GM Note: SIGN UPS ARE STILL OPEN!!! (11 Legendaries Left!)

* It has been good to see, this month, the interest in this RPG. We have enough members, and now are about to start the Role Play. LSU's always accepted, until the last Legendary is taken.

* This
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* If I can Breech
* THE SERVER ERROR!


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Prologue:


Everywhere, everywhere vision blurred. Dust littered the skies, flung from the torn crags and craters scattered below. Howling winds slashed across misshapen stone pillars, piercing at the sky. Smoke rose from molten rock cooling, muddied water bubbled as it seeped back into the dirt. Sparks flew rampant against dead charred foliage. Ruins of stone, brick, and iron were buried beneath waves of sand, barely showing the grandeur they once held. The remains of a battle that shook the very foundations of PokeEarth has come to an end.

This area would never seem to ever hold life, it was a barren wasteland, a graveyard to hope, a harbinger of despair. Yet amidst the dusty skies, a large enigmatic figure was seen, floating. It was looking down at a large crater, dark purple tinted energies swarmed around it. Within the crater a humanoid being - a man - raised to one knee, struggled to stand. He was coughing, panting, his body had given up, but his mind still striving forward; he tried with all its strength to stand against the floating figure, but his limbs remained too weak to stand. The floating figure laughed at the fallen man's failed attempt, and with a smirk raised his hand toward the man.

A loud whistle sounded as dark energy took a spherical shape in the floating figure's hand, and with a snap, the ball of energy shot straight to the man. An explosion of dust erupted, the Man was propelled up into the air. The floating figure pointed his palm to the man, and gravity ceased around him. The man was floating, though moved around as if he were constricted.

Coughing up blood, the man spoke. "You'll never succeed! I--others will stop you! Claim you! Control you!"

The floating figure laughed again, its dark eyes looking straight toward the Man. No word was exchanged from his mouth. Instead a booming voice that echoed across the entire battlefield sounded. <On the contrary, Giovanni, I have already succeeded. I Shall rule this pathetic world, and no one can stop me.>
The figure stopped, and through Giovanni in an orbit around it. Corpses of creatures occupied the craters. A large whale's tale stuck out from hardened lava. < The earth, the ocean, the skies all bow down to me.>

Giovanni was thrown into the rockwall of a raised cliff, leaving his own imprint. All around him light, of the purest black, danced around in the shape of lightning. They pounced off the air leaving ripples in their wake.

<Not even day, or night, life, or death, space, or time could stop me from achieving my goal, I will ressurect him, the one to challenge the Creator.This world will be Mine.> The voice became violent, as it spoke. <You are mere mortal, chasing after a dream you will never achieve.>

Giovanni, with one feeble arm, grasped his left shoulder. bit his lip, and kept his heavy eyes open. "You will fail...I Created you...You are rightfully Mine." He roared.

<On the contrary Giovanni.> The floating figure glided over to Giovanni. <It is not I who is rightfully yours, but you who is to be mine.> Giovanni's eyes grew wide, as the enigmatic figure touched his body. A purple flame grew wild, engulfing his body. The figure laughed as the man's body combusted and burnt to ashes.

<Nothing can stand in my wa-> As the enigmatic figure gloated, backing away from the wild fire he had caused, a brilliant light shot out toward it. The figure turned around dodging it barely. The beam left a burnt mark in the figure's shoulder.

<You.> exclaimed the figure as from the ruble another humanoid being collapsed; it had used all its energy in that last attack. As the enigmatic figure turned however, its own spell had taken to him. He was burning. His body began to combust.

<What? No. I cannot be defeated. Never> Roared the booming voice, as another dark sphere grew from the being's palms. The sphere grew and grew, engulfing all light that came to it. The figure created a black hole. Winds violently erupted, rocks began to levitate toward the black hole. The fallen corpses jerked as the black-hole devoured all in its wake.

A flash of light, then nothing, complete darkness. Echoes of sound danced in the distance. The winds that the black-hole had created began to roar much loader, they screamed with despair. At the nearby coast, waves crashe down on the sandybeaches, shaving away the land every thrash of a wave. The entirety of the world grew violent as this black hole grew and obliterated. A light flashed again, the world erupted in a blanket of white. Absolute silence happened, for only a brief second. This second however felt like eons until a crackling explosion sounded as a cluster of meteors began to fall to Earth.

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Sirens rang as large balls of fire crashed down into the towering skyscrapers of a proud civilization. crowds of people stood on the streets in a dumbing awe, as people cloaked in red, in white, in blue univorms tried to usher people away - into safety. Giant metalic birds hovered across the city's streets weilding lights and cameras. It was only a brief instance, but out of nowhere, a cluster of meteorites came crashing down all around this proud city. A city full of silent pride, as buildings only grew taller. It was a concrete jungle. From a window overlooking this sudden chaos, stood a man peeking through the blinds.

The man held a dark smirk over his fine silk suit. He dusted off his shoulders and took hold of his bag. The bag had a company's insignia upon it. Rocket Bio-Genetic Sciences.

"So, they have finally come..." The man silently said as he closed the blinds.


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Sparkling light dances around you, as your eyes first open, blinking to adjust. You are alone, you are naked, you are confused, trying to recall only hazy memories. Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? are all thoughts that go through your head. You try to move your arm, wait, that doesn't feel right....does it? You inspect your feet, your body, your face. Is this me? You try to recall but you can't. You are quite confused, and can't remember anything. You start to feel alienated, you become frightenned, and ashamed, your body, exposed, it does not feel right. Though, something inside you, gives you a feeling of great power, of great enlightment. You take a deep breath...

You are a God of an unknown world.

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Synapses:

Something catastrophic has happened. Where once was a proud city now remains a large crater, a barren wasteland. A great battle has shaken the very foundations of the PokEarth. Something of great Power stirred the pokemon of Legend across the lands, guiding them to these 'now ruins' only to have them fall one by one to to each other and this Power. As the last legendary fell, laughter echoed across the lands. A dark abyss opened, shadow covered the lands. A portal was opened, but to where? A new dimension. You wake up, everything unknown. You are naked and find yourself in a strange world, with no memories, except a strange feeling. A Feeling that you do not belong, that you are something greater, but what, you cannot recall. In this RPG, you set off on a journey of discovery, a journey to uncover secrets of what happened, what this battle was about, who is behind it. However, you are trapped on...Earth.

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This is a free form, free for all RPG, where you are guided along a set journey but free to make your own decisions on what to do. Who will you make allies, who will you be your enemies? What will you do to find the answers, with only a strange feeling and human instinct to guide you.

You are a legendary, that has been transformed into a mortal human. You, must now go out, meet others of a similar aura, and uncover the mysterious that surround you and the world surrounding.

You cannot recall much, but you do have an idea on a few things. You have a feeling that you are not who you are. The reflection in the mirror is you but, at the same time, not you. You might have a reoccurring dream, of dark energy bathing you, giving you serene comfort, and intense pain. Something about you, a power that surrounds you, guides you, calls out to you, acts as a sixth sense. This power is driving you forward, but you can't find reason to it.

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This pokemon RPG is set in the real world, so the laws of physics, and laws of nature apply. Technology of the Pokemon World does not exist, however a certain company has began to make prototypes of such mechanisms. As for abilities, shooting laserbeams out of the eyes, or conjuring fireballs is not illegal, but I trust that people will use common sense when using them, as most abilities can be double-edges swords.

The initial setting takes place in New York City, and the surrounding area. It will likely change and go across the other lands of Earth, however that is up to where the members and plot takes us. That is also to say, that at times, this RPG could become cross-dimensional. The beginning of the RPG will be a discovery and growth plot, full of love, betrayal, adventure, and despair. Choose wisely your actions as the smallest thought can have the gravest of consequence.

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Your character is mortal, with a strange power about them. Your characters will be ''missing in action'' if the Terms of Joining are not followed. I expect that people who sign up, are willing to post with activity. If there is a rut and fall of inspiration to post, I will try hard to rekindle sparks for this RPG.

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Terms of Joining:
Follow the standard RPG Forum rules, however, in addition to them, I include these pieces of information. In Joining this RPG, you agree to the following statements.

1. Activity. It is an issue. No one wants an RPG to die. If you are to be away or are unable to, or even honestly have no inspiration to post, please contact me via PM, and I will work things out with you. If there is no post within 10 days after your last post without you contacting me, then you give rights so that your character will temporarily be an NPC or ''missing in action.''

2. As the GM, I have the right to "bunny" if it involves with forwarding the plot. I will contact a player first however, for options, as I will not strictly do it without knowledge and thought from the player. I am the master of the past, present, and future. Many events that occurs are finding about what happened right before they awoke in this world. That being said, I will control the ''memories'' of the legendaries based on plot-specific points. However I will not control the actions or anything in the present. I might nudge events to occur for a specific player for the future. I bunnying will rarely occur, except when involving discoveries of the past.

3. You are allowed, in fact, encouraged to create other characters, ''alternates'' as they are called, or NPCs. I will give you free-verse on any character you create, as I trust you will follow the guidelines and plot of this RPG. However, if you have any doubts you are welcome to drop a PM by me, and I can work things out with you. Sign ups are not required for NPCs, but are preferred. Also depending on the activity and interest in this RPG, I might allow people to play as other Legendaries that aren't taken.



[Accepted/Pending/Reserved list]

1. Jirachi - Tumbleweed93 - Hikaru

2a. Lugia - Cdra1617 - Rain

2b. Latios - Cdra1617 - "Lars"

3. Darkrai - The Jewel of Life - Tiana[INACTIVE]

4. Rayquaza - wolfrain23 - Soul Muzic

5. Moltres - InnerFlame - Cat

6. Entei - Tundra_Wolfmane - Runner

7. Zapdos - Hakerius - Natalie

8. Suicune - GenericUserName - Setzer

9. Groudon - TheBlackGlove - Terra

10. Ho-oh - .:Lemon Tea:. - Teresa

11. Azelf - greywolf123 - Roderick

12. Latias - Mimori Kiryu - "Travis"

Articuno - Reserved PokemonBreederChris



Available Legendaries:


Mew -
Raikou -
Celebi -
Regirock -
Regice -
Registeel -
Kyogre - Reserved for CyberBlastoise, until March 6th, 2010.
Deoxys -
Uxie -
Mesprit -
Heatran -
Cresselia - Reserved for Tundra_Wolfmane, until March 6th, 2010.
Phione - Reserved for InnerFlame, until March 6th, 2010.
Manaphy -
Shaymin -



Forbidden Legendaries:

Palkia
Dialga
Regigigas
Arceus
Mewtwo
Giratina



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Based on your character, I have three ratings Approved, Pending, and/or Denied. If you are approved your character is acceptable to the standards of this RPG. If you are put as pending, you are required to edit before you may be accepted into the RPG. Denial means that your entire character design is rejected. If Denial happens, you are still allowed to participate, you only need a new character design.

I only allow three pendings per character design, if you fail to edit appropriately the fourth time it is submitted, the character is denied. A custom RPG sample is required for the character if you are on your second and third strike with pending. Well beneath is the sign up form, I hope you have fun and enjoy the RPG. Thank you for stoping by, have fun!

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Sign up Form:

Name: ((The title that was given to you when you first ''awakened.'' This could of been given, or thought of by yourself.))
Legendary: ((The legendary that is your character, available legendaries are shown from the list.))
Gender: ((As most legendaries are gender-unknown, you can be creative here, with exception to the few gender specific legendaries such as Latios or Latias.))
Age: ((The biological age of your legendary, how they appear as human. Keep age in range to human life expectancy. Very young or very old is acceptable if given appropriate reason, else keep it a reasonable age.))

Description: ((The physical appearance of your character; what others see at first glance. In description include your height, your weight, your physique. Hair style and color, facial features, and eye color. Also physical abilities and limitations can go here. Include cosmetics and clothing options as well. Mind you, clothing should be generic, as you are awoken naked. Clothing could be symbolism for the type of legendary or personality.)) Be creative, be descriptive, have quality. [Two paragraphs minimum]

Personality: ((The internal appearance of your character, the psychology. In personality, include in general how your character acts, feels, and portrays themselves. As even without memories each being has their own unique psyche. Your character's goals, characteristics, hopes, desires, fears and phobias, secrets can be part of their personality. Would they be introverted or extroverted, action before thought, or thought before action? Are they selfish or selfless? What is their philosophy on life, and their morale standings? Do they have any superstitions or quirks about them? Personality can be the most complex of the fields, basically what is required is the generality of who they are mentally.)) Be creative, be descriptive, have quality. [Two paragraphs minimum]

Origin: ((For the origin, what is required is the ''birth'' of your character. The awakening after the prologue, where your legendary wakes up as Human. Basically, ever waking, in a strange unfamiliar world, with no memories of yourself, how would you survive? You are basically a blank slate at the start. What can go here is the origin of your 'name,' your first few days becoming aware of the world around you, how you are adapting both mentally, physically or socially. Where are they located, The RPG starts around New York City, as the primary setting.The origin of your character, the unique prologue of your character before the story's actual start.)) Be creative, be descriptive, have quality. [Three paragraphs minimum]

Miscellaneous: ((Any and all extra information, like odd talents or tastes, that would not fit in the other categories, go here))

Aura: ((The aura is the innate ability of your character in relation to the legendary that you are. The Aura is the only thing that makes the legendaries beyond simple ''human.'' It is something that surrounds them always giving off subtle energies and affecting the environment around them in some way. The Aura itself can only be seen by others that are legendaries, and ignites when another legendary is near by. The aura acts as a sensor in this way. Think of what the legendary stands for, that is what the aura should relate too. The aura should be simple, and nothing life threatening or extreme. The legendaries are mortal and can die. Also, there is an odd tattoo, more so birthmark upon your body, which represents your Aura. Describe to what the tattoo appears, and the location, if it can be concealed or is visible for all to see. This can later evolve into other powers and abilities as the RPG progresses; as for now, keep it simple. Also, as a side note, your Legendary will also inherit some talents unique to them, though I am leaving that up to common sense.)) Be creative, be descriptive, have quality. [one complete paragraph minimum]


RPG Sample: ((Required only for Reservations. I am looking for quality more than quantity. Dialogue-heavy samples are a turn off, but acceptable. I ask for something with nice descriptors if you can. If you are given pending status for a second time, a freshly made sample is required upon the second edit to test more your writing and RPing skills.)) Be creative, be desciptive, have quality. [Please put in Spoiler Tags]

[PokemonBreederChris]

[[Place holder for infromation and sign up]]

[greywolf123]

I would love to reserve latios if you allow reserves.

Just kind of jotted down a random scene, hope it fits.
    Spoiler:- RP Sample:

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It was a cold clear day in Shinnoh, and that was jsut how he liked it. There wasn't much going on to be exact, it was pretty much clear skies and cold weather. The snow on the ground helped warm it up slightly, but other than that, it was barely about ten degrees. This to be honest was highly uncommon weather. The main reason for that simple fact was it wasn't blizzarding. In fact, it was a very nice day, if not for the frigid cold.

Such nice weather was wasted on him however, as he grumbled. He would have grumbled if it was a balmy 70 degree day with a nice warming sun. Roderick just grumbled whenever he had to walk anywhere. He didn't like walking, and walking though snow bundled up so tightly as to make it so you couldn't barely move, well, that just made it all the worse. His Pokemon weren't any help either, mainly because quite simply they were unsympathetic to his coldness.

His Glaceon of course, couldn't care less about the cold. She was out dancing and playing in the snow ahead of him, prompting him to grumble, and he knew that he couldn't really blame her for it. She'd first evolved her, she had good memories of this place, this route. Besides, at least she had a good time. His rapidash was no help either, as a fire type the cold rarely if ever bothered her. He was almost envious of that. Then again, he doubted he actually wanted to be a Pokemon.

His gear was rather ridiculous too, he had to admit. Snow shoes were about twice as big as necessary, though they did a wonderful job of keeping him above the snow, and he doubted he needed three different coats on, but it worked. He kept trudging down the snowy path, his Rapidash and Glaceon ahead of him, as he mumbed "So, this better be worth it." He was going out to meet someone, so he didn't want to waste his time meeting someone who would prove to be a complete waste of his time.
 

[PokemonBreederChris]

Greywolf123 - Latios - Reserved until January 23rd, 10:32 pm EST

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[[Place holder for info and such]]:

[CyberBlastoise]

may I reserve? I would like to reserve as Mewtwo, but since that one was forbidden, i will reserve as Kyogre, if that's allright by you.

[PokemonBreederChris]

RPG Sample: ((Required only for Reservations. I am looking for quality more than quantity. Dialogue-heavy samples are a turn off, but acceptable. I ask for something with nice descriptors if you can. If you are given pending status for a second time, a freshly made sample is required upon the second edit to test more your writing and RPing skills.)) Be creative, be desciptive, have quality. [Please put in Spoiler Tags]

Posting for those who miss this information on the first post.

[CyberBlastoise]

oh come on! fine fine...*though this is the first time I've seen this case*

RPG Sample:    Spoiler:- "from an rpg i am in:

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The morning sun had cast its sweet golden glow over a simple yet mysterious little town. On top of one of the buildings sat two figures looking over at the people going back and forth throughout the streets. These figures had not slept the night before as they had a job concerning a young lady feeling a bit skeptical, feeling as though someone, something was watching her. She hired Maxion and his little buddy, Grim, that night as a couple of bodyguards. There was no one following them, or at least no one suspicious. She thanked Maxion and handed him his usual pay. Soon, the young man and his Heartless were off to see if there were any...delayed stalkers just in case, plus the nobody had nothing better to do. After the sun rose above the buildings, the renegade took off with his buddy, both feeling that the woman was at least safe. He lept building to building looking at the town below. Grim was enjoying the view in front, several signs and other things passed by. They even passed a sign showing that some Sea-salt ice cream was having a sale. Maxion agreed with the Shadow and both landed in front of the shop to purchase soom. Soon, the two took off once more to the more lively part of town, where most of the commosion was at. Now all that was left was to kick back and relax on top of another building, enjoying some salty sweet goodness. Suddenly, something caught his attention; it turned out to be one of the organization members, Axel.

Wonder what he's doing here... thought Maxion. Better keep a low profile. Maxion and Grim with their delicious snacks stayed where they were. Suddenly a young nobody traveled nearby the building up toward Axel, followed by another with some sort of thing floating nearby him. [i]This gets more and more peculiar by the minute as he licked his ice cream, to find out though that he was licking just the stick in the middle. It turned out that while he was distracted his little Heartless buddy took a little more than a taste of his sea-salt ice cream. Maxion couldn't help but chuckle at this. Then he looked back to the Nobodies gathering. "Grim," he stated to his Heartless. "We might want to see what's going on. Who knows? Maybe a little job we can help with. Or perhaps a window of opportunity to see just what the organization is up to." He chuckled to himself once more. "But we better keep to the shadows just in case they spot us." The Heartless nodded seemingly to know what his Nobody was saying. Both of them crept up through the shadows and made sure that no one spotted them.
 

[PokemonBreederChris]

CyberBlastoise - Kyogre - Reserved until January 24th, 12:46 pm EST

[tumbleweed93]

This sounds great! Here's my attempt at a sign up!

Name:Hikaru
Legendary: Jirachi
Gender: Male
Age: 7

Description: Beacuse of his age Hikaru is only 3"8 and is sweet looking and natured. He has a healthy physique but is quite lightweight and a litttle thin. His hair covers his forehead and eyes and is strawberry blonde and incredibly messy and thick but soft. He has to brush his fringe out of his eyes occasionally, to make sure he can still see properly. He has a few freckles on his face and his eyes are teal, like Jirachi's wish tags. His eyes are quite wide and bright but always look drowsy, and Hikaru yawns alot. His skin is pale, almost completely white, and incredibly smooth, yet resilient, because of Jirachi's steel-like skin.

At first, Hikaru comes across only one piece of clothing, found in an open bag of clothes intended for charity. This is a hooded jumper that is far, far too big for him and so covers his whole body and drags along the floor behind him. The sleeves are far too long and Hikaru's little fingers can barely be seen poking out of them, quite like Jirachi's actual arms. The hoodie is mustard yellow, the same yellow as Jirachi's ribbons on it's back, though Hikaru does not have these on him. It has a large,deep pouch on the front so Hakeru can carry things in it, usually just objects he becomes sentimentally attatched to rather than anything very useful. He uses the hood as a pillow when sleeping, as the interior is very plushy. The hoodie isn't in great condition but is still thick and warm. It drags along the floor behind him so gets dirty quickly and easily. It is quite like a long robe.

Personality: Hikaru has the immaturity of a small child, being dependent on others and not really understanding much until it is explained to him and not being able to look after himself very weel, thouhg he knows what he wants. He isn't very demanding and is quite quiet, preffering to nod or shake his head rather than voice his opinion. He conveys his emotions through expressions, his face and eyes especially are very expressive. He is a daydreamer and finds it a little hard to pay attention all the time. He likes to draw, although of course, his talent is very limited to scribbles and doodles. He likes to be carried around rather than walking but isn't lazy really. He can turn most things into something to play with. He isn't very fussy when it comes to food or clothing, but refuses to get rid of his hooded jumper, which he is very attatched to.

He is very protective of things he gets attatched to, people or objects, and is quite brave, except for when he is confronted with big dogs or spiders, which he is terrified of. He recognises danger and usually will find a safe place to hide. He doesn't like others to get hurt and will try to get them to hide too, usually getting their attention by tugging at their clothes. He likes to explore everything and is quite daring, so will crawl into small, dark places if necessary, thouhg isn't gullible enough to be tricked into it. He is actually quite stubborn with those he doesn't like, thouhg there aren't many people he refuses to get along with, he is quite friendly. He is quite interested in building things, and objects often go missing around him, only to be found stacked in some tower. He is quite mischievous and can be a bit of annoyance to people with a short patience. He nevers misbehaves just to be naughty however, and is well-meaning. He loves to sleep and is a heavy sleeper.

Origin: Rubbing his eyes, he got up slowly and yawned. Where was he? What was his name? He couldn't remember. He thought deeply, but nothing came to him. This upset him a little. This didn't feel at all right, he couldn't remember anything. Then he realised he was cold. He scanned around. Wherever he was, it certainly didn't seem very nice. It was the back of an alley, between two flats. The first thing he noticed was a plastic bag, with a smiling face on it. He couldn't read the writing, but could make out the letters. They spelt out 'clothes for charity'. He got up and walked unsteadily over to the bag, which was open. He rummaged around and felt his hand brush against something pleasantly plush. He pulled out what he had found and looked at his discovery happily. A mustard yellow hoodie, far too large for him, was what he had found. It felt soft and comforting to the touch, so he decisively pulled it on. It covered his whole body and dragged on the floor, and his fingers only poked out of the sleeve ends. It was comfy anyway. He liked it. Now to find out where he was.

As he stepped out onto the street a young woman noticed him. She seemed to be in her late twenties and was quite short for her age. She had shoulder length black hair and quite large spectacles, which mad her eyes look very large. She was obviously of asian decent. She had come out of her little flat to put out the rubbish when she had noticed the child in the huge jumper. She called out to him.

"You okay there honey?"

He turned and looked at the woman and smiled. She looked friendly and so stept towards her. She had noticed something strange about the child, some kind of odd presence. Something seemed special about him. She spoke to him as he walked unsteadily towards her;

"What's your name, hm? Do you have a Mummy and Daddy?"

The little boy shook his head, but somehow, in the back of her mind, she had expected this. The boy had no name, no parents and had a strange presence, like he had just appeared out of nowhere, like he didn't belong. She asked him if he wanted to come inside. He was unsure at first, but the woman seemed genuinely friendly. He took her outstretched hand and she led him indoors. She sat him down at the kitchen table and sat at the other end of it. Then she spoke.

"So...no name and no parents, huh?"

He shook his head sadly. Then spoke for the first time. "No...none."

"Do you want me to give you a name then?" She replied. She was quickly getting attatched to this little boy. He nodded at this and a name sprung into her mind. "How about Hikaru? Where I come from, that means light". The boy smiled and nodded. She smiled too. "Alright then Hikaru, my name is Kimiko. How about you stay with me for a little while?" Hikaru immediately nodded, quite vigorously. Kimiko hadn't a clue why she was doing this, but somehow it felt right, like this child was somehow her responsibility now. Like he was something important and she was supposed to look after him. She supposed she had better give him something to eat. She went over to one of the cupboards. She began to speak to ask him what he wanted when she realised he was rummaging through cupboard directly below her. He pulled a tin of chicken soup out of it with his hands covered by his sleeves and looked right up into her eyes. "Soup it is then" she said, bending down and picked Hikaru up. Somhow, this felt right.

Miscellaneous: Hikaru's vocabulary is pretty limited and he has trouble making complete sentences when speaking, so he won't always make sense.

Aura: Hakeru's aura provides a warmth and comfort that makes others, and himself feel happy and comfortable. With it comes a special ability, reffered to as his 'simple wish ability'. This can be used to conjure up minor things, food, water etc. These things do not belong however and dissapear after a while, as if they were never there. The things he conjures up are usually faulty or acking certain things, and if he has never seen the thing before it will be a childish mockery of the real thing. His other powers are based on Jirachi's psychic powers. His first is telepathy, which gives him limited access to other people's thoughts, this power has a very limited extent and Hikaru hasn't yet learned to turn it on and off when he wants. His other power allows him to move objects a bit with his mind, usually just light things, as again he isn't trained in using these abilities. He has a teal mark of a wishtag on his forehead, but this is usually covered by his long hair. His aura is teal and pale yellow and formsa a vague star shape around him.

Hope this is suitable!

[.:Lemon Tea:.]

Reserving Ho-Oh if possible :P

    Spoiler:- From Persona: God Without a Name (its been quite awhile):

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The italicized, are mostly Len's thoughts. If they're in the blue color, they're Tsukuyomi's thoughts inside Len's head.
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Lenneth (Len) Davidson

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The faint trickling of water on her face awakened with a start. She looked around only to see darkness around her, engulfing her like a raven-swept cloak. Her eyes widened at this sight, because of curiosity, not fear. She seemed a bit afraid to say the least, but the most definite expression on her face was that of inquisitiveness. Gently, she reached out to touch her face to wipe away the small, translucent river that should be flowing down her face, but her heart skipped a beat when she saw her hand. The once pale flesh was now invisible to her, she could still feel that her hand was there, but her sight allowed her to see nothing.

Surprised aren’t we?

She opened her mouth to ask what the meaning of this was, but nothing flowed up. She whimpered in her mind and tried again. Nothing came out. Nothing at all.

Would you like to see your face dear one?

She nodded her head, or at least she would have seemed to be nodding her head, if she was still visible. Yes, fear was in her mind, fear of the fact that when she saw her expression it would be nothing but an abyss of black in the reflection of the mirror, but she needed to know this if this was the truth.

As she was expecting a mirror, a watery surface appeared. It was pure, silvery, and definitely clear enough to see a reflection. Strangely enough, it let a small aura of a luminous light; that was enough to illuminate the surface. She suspected that this was the so-called 'mirror', and the girl gently went into a kneeling position by the puddle, or what she thought to be a kneeling position if she could see her body.

She peeked shyly over the side and saw herself-Len-illuminated back at her. The black hair was still on her head and so were her amber eyes. They fit perfectly on the pale moonlit skin on her face, and she still was flesh and bone. The surprised, gentle face was reflected back to her like a mirror image.

What is this? She thought, gazing back at her reflection. She was invisible and then she was not?

You should have more trust in yourself, dear child. You are alive and well, or you wouldn’t be able to think. Do you really need a measly reflection on a shallow puddle to believe that you are truly alive? You breathe and you hear in this place. You can wipe the tears on your cheek, despite the fact that you did not see your hand.

You are alive, and so am I.

She felt astonished that her thoughts had been heard by whoever it had been and suspicion aroused in her body. Who exactly are you?

The euphonious voice rang out again with the same strong conviction and sorrowful tone the first time she heard it. It had a feeling of humor to it, but it seemed more wistful and deep than sarcastic and daunting. Whoever it was seemed regretful and wise at the same time, and it was definitely male with its deep, monophonic tone.

I am the one who looks at the deer in the forests.

I am the one who sees the humans inside their skyscrapers which pale in comparison to the mountains in my world.

I am the one who is the overseer of Earth, I see the humans, the species you belong to.

I see their contempt to the world around them.

But I also see their goodness.

I can see the constellations of the universe, but at the same time, I can see the livelihood of Earth. I am the one people see as a beacon of light that shatters the dark sky. I gave you this light in the water dear child, just as I have given many the guidance they needed when they looked up. You can laugh at this yes, but knowing you, you will not. I do not know if I found you or you found me, but I do know this is the start.

So dear child, will you lend me your power?

September 3, 2008
The First Day of School

Len woke with a start as if a lightning bolt had hit her. Her alarm hadn’t gone off quite yet, and she realized she was sweating. She carefully touched her head tentatively, and saw that her hands were still intact to her body. She peered at the glassy plastic on her alarm clock, and felt reassured that she still looked like herself. A relieved sigh was heard, and she was back to the normal, calm Len like always. The clock showed that it was almost 6:30 in the morning, and she shut off the alarm on her clock that was about to ring any second. She was already wide awake without its help.

She climbed off of the cotton blue sheets of her twin bed and headed towards the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for the first day of school. Strange dreams were rare, but school was one of the things that never changed from her schedule, and something that probably wouldn't change for a long time to come. With that in mind, she went to take her shower.

The lights flickered on in the bathroom, and she began the daily routine of brushing her teeth and washing her face along with doing what everyone pratically did to get ready in the mornings. She went to her closet, shedding her silk nightgown and donned on her uniform. She combed her hair in the mirror, and it wasn't a huge deal as it was to other people for it stayed silky and straight without the help of a brush. Although she didn’t really care for facial products, she somehow managed to have skin free from blemishes and soft too. Len didn't look anything like a primma donna, but she managed to maintain her look the best she could. Without even knowing it, she had an elegant aura about her without spending too much time on her face and look, and that was something she knew but never understood for she was just being herself.

As she exited her bedroom, she took in the faint smell of oak for the last time and headed downstairs for breakfast.

She grabbed a donut on the table, for despite the fact that her parents rarely bothered about her, they often provided breakfast to her on weekdays. They rest was up to her on what she wanted to eat, for they wouldn’t be home for dinner, and sometimes her father slept in the hospital. It was the reason why a crisp 20 dollar bill was there, for her to buy food at school and for dinner at her convenience since they understood that she rarely ate with her grandmother whose oriental cooking left a faint aftertaste of grease or chilies. Her grandmother didn't actually mind though, saying that it was easier 'making a meal just for one' or telling her that she had been 'Americanized'. It was obvious that she was a little hurt by that, so Len often sacrificed and ate the Asian cuisine that was so spicy that it burned her lips. Len ate dinner with her grandmother, but just made a different meal most of the time.

Len put the donut in her mouth, and grabbed her backpack that she prepared the day earlier with the much needed essentials of school which included 2 binders and notebooks along with a full pencil pouch. Her backpack also contained her recreational means including her iPod and cell phone, and she also put the twenty dollars in her wallet which was inside the backpack also. With that, she took off her slippers and wore her new brown Converses along with grabbing the key into the house. She was heading out.

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Len wasn’t particularly excited about arriving at school. She knew the campus well enough along with some people in her grade level that she wasn’t nervous with butterflies in her stomach like some of the freshmen on her first day. With school, it was a love-hate relationship to Len. She liked some of the classes well enough that she wanted to walk through the gate and onto the crisp white path up to school, but at the same time, school was rather bothersome and annoying in more ways than one.

Despite the fact that many people complained about wearing a uniform, Len didn't really mind, and actually liked to wear one. It kind of gave the sense that people looked the same (mostly) clothes-wise, and kind of gave off the sense of unity. She would rather wear pants though, since she wasn't particularly fond of wearing a skirt, but that wasn't a huge issue.

Most people seemed to be chatting with their friends about one thing or another, and Len quickly glanced at her cell phone for the time. She gave a small sigh, it was only 7:40 and knowing her friends, they wouldn’t be here until the bell actually rang (some of them were probably still in traffic and making it to the school, which she was lucky not to experience, but for others, she knew they slept too late on the first day), but she honestly didn’t really mind being alone.

And so, she waited and started to do what any other bored person would do-which was listen to her iPod and let the music engulf her. Her mind soared from different topics, from who her teachers were to the murky darkness of the dream she had.

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Its rushed in the middle about her daily rountine in the morning, also sorry if the meeting with her Persona isn't the way it they're supposed to meet in a dream, along with the fact that its kind of confusing. Hope you get the point though, and I hope I didn't give too much information away.
 

[cdra1617]

Reserving Lugia pl0x0rs. And yes my sample is from the Bleach RPG for brownie points. xD

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Hueco Mundo. Such a desolate, dull place, the quartz-trees standing like pathetic ghosts of true trees, the kind Alba remembered from the real world. From atop a large stone even, one could see far into the Hollow world, over the depressingly flat desert. Its perfect plane was disturbed only by a few boulders, such at the one Alba had mounted, and some mountains to the far distance. A castle sat somewhere in that distance, in some direction, but Alba had so tried to loose track of it that she had only a vague idea of its location.

The Arrancar woman glanced at the dull purple sky, her ice blue eyes matching its dullness. Such a depressing world... but she had to stay here in order to keep herself "fed", for she did not want to eat the souls of humans if at all avoidable. In fact, Alba didn't want to kill anyone who had done her no harm; that was her mindset for the time. But as volitale as she was, that may change on a dime. At the time she felt more pulled against Aizen-sama, yet Alba could not make herself truly want to oppose him. Confused, she looked into the distance blankly as the mild wind of Hueco Mundo made her ponytails lift and flow behind her, a vestige of her Hollow wings, the ones she had lost when she became an Arrancar.

But in the midst of this dreary, silent landscape, Alba suddenly felt something unusual. It came suddenly, causing the Arrancar to look suprised for a moment, turning sharply towards the sense. What appeared before her resembled a Garganta opening, yet there was something... different about it. Panicking that another Arrancar was on her tail, Alba sniffed the air, an old Hollow power that had never truly left her, only to find that the scent was by no means Arrancar. She leapt to her feet, poised atop the rock she had mounted, slightly defensive at the strong spiritual energy coming through the near-Garganta.

The woman who stepped out looked somewhat human, but Alba now recognized that she was a shinigami, or a former one at least. Before the Arrancar stood a dark skinned woman wearing an orange shirt and tight black pants, plus another tight black shirt under the original orange. Her long purple hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Alba remained defensive, yet curious as to why this woman had shown up. She pointed sharply at the new arrival. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The woman was perfectly calm and straightforward, but her seriousness was slightly unnerving. "You are to come to the Urahara Shouten in Karakura Town with me. A force is rallying there."

Alba was suprised. What what she saying? What sort of force would be meeting in Karakura Town... but one that would oppose Aizen-sama? She looked shocked, still incredibly tense. A shinigami asking her to come along... it was almost unbelievable. Yet it was happening. Alba tried to laugh it off, like it was some sort of joke. "You're kidding, right? With you? You're asking me, and Arrancar, to come with you?" her laugh was hysterical, fearful, and most of all confused. Yet in Alba's disbelief, the woman just stood stonelike, looking seriously at her.

Restraining herself, Alba stopped laughing, though she was still tense and definately still in shock. She took a moment to calm her mind and think. Something was pulling at her heart, like this was something she had to do, something that -- even though Aizen-sama may denounce her for it -- she wanted to do. She became serious as well, her expression mildly usure and nervous. "...when do you want me there?" she said, her voice unfaltering.

The purple haired woman smiled slightly, as if she had accomplished her mission. Her tone remaining serious, she replied, "It would be best that you come now." Alba closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wasn't quite sure how this was going to go, but she knew she had to do this. Karakura town had become her second home, where she had watched students and thought of how happy her life had been compared to being a Hollow. But would she... would she have to work with shinigami? How awkward. Alba wasn't sure about that part of this little escapade.

The Arrancar nodded, slightly nervous. "Fine. I'm not busy." The other woman nodded back and walked into the almost-Garganta; Alba followed quickly in order to remain undetected. It wasn't very different from a Garganta, she observed, but it wasn't the same thing either. This was made from something other than an Arrancar... it was manufactured by some other force. It was only an instant until the hole opened overy an obscure spot in Karakura Town.

Alba and the woman stepped out onto the roof of a small, humble little shop. Suddenly, the Arrancar spoke up. "Hey, this thing involves shinigami, doesn't it? Whatever those fake bodies you guys use -- don't think I haven't seem 'em -- I need one. I'm not going to show myself to a bunch of shinigami with my mask on... they'll kill me on site." She was very serious about this; Alba knew well that Shingami didn't really accept Arrancar. She didn't want to be lead into some kind of trap, so she felt that if this woman wasn't tricking her she'd help her out on this matter.

The dark skinned woman nodded. "Come with me," she said, going to the side door of the shop and knocking. Alba followed and watched as the door was answered by a very large and imposing man. Alba looked mildly frightened by him and simply followed the woman from before, watching the man has his eyes followed her. She walked quickly around him as her leader did, very obviously unnerved. Alba kept behind the serious woman as she walked into a room where a man with a hat waited.

"Wait here." The woman stated as Alba entered the doorway. Unable to go anywhere, she just stood and watched as they spoke, then the woman beckoned her and Alba hustled over to them quickly, though there was no respect in her haste.

The hat man looked at her, serious but much more light hearted than the woman from earlier, and said, "So... you need a gigai?" He seemed rather odd, wearing a green and white striped hat plus a matching dark green robe hanging open over a green tunic and pants. He held both a cane and a fan and had short blonde hair.

Alba nodded silently, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah, if that's what those false bodies are called. I'd rather not get attacked by overtly hasty shinigami."

"Oh?" the man said, fanning himself. Alba looked dully at him and nodded again. "Well, I can lend you one, but you'll have to pay for it..." he held the fan up near his mouth, covering much of his face. "And since you don't have any money, Arrancar-san, you'll have to work around the shop to pay for it."

Alba was obstinate. "Wha-what?" she scowled slightly. "No way." she had no intention of working at the shop! She wasn't really sure what she was doing here in the first place! This mindset was too brief and shortly after blurting that out she thought of something, that maybe even if she wasn't going to stick around it'd be nice to get them to trust her somewhat. Shrugging it off, she glared at him.

The man continued to fan himself and tsk'd. "Whatever will we do then... you can't go out in front of them without a gigai, no?" Alba grumbled something. He continued, "I'll make you a deal then. If you can answer my riddle, you can have a gigai for free. If you can't you have to work in the shop. Is that fair?" He was taking all of this as a joke...

Alba grinned. She could agree with taking the risk; she was fairly confident she could win a battle of wits. "Alright, fine." she crossed her arms and listened.

"Forewards I am heavy, but backwards I am not." Alba scratched her chin in thought. She closed her eyes, so she didn't notice the exasperated expression of the purple haired woman and the smugness of the blonde man.

After a short time she seemed struck by and idea and said, "Gravity!" The man shook his head and Alba looked flustered. Dang, she thought, I've lost. "No way." she said, hoping he was just joking with her.

"The answer is 'Ton'." he said simply, closing his fan. Alba scowled.

"Well f***." she said under her breath so that no one could hear her. Knowing she had lost, Alba threw up her hands in a motion of surrender. "Fine, get me a gigai and a broom then." She seemed mildly upset, but the man just smiled, easygoing, and went into the back.

A short time later, Alba was in her new gigai, sweeping the shop to get used to it plus pay for it. This would all work out for the better, she figured; she could get them to trust her this way. The Arrancar mumbled as she cleaned, flustered that she hadn't been able to get the riddle correct. With no mask, no hollow hole, and no purple dots on her face, Alba felt a little strange. It was odd to have so many things about her missing. However, she did find that the simple oversized black hoodie, situated over a bright blue shirt, and jeans she had been provided with were very comfortable. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad... Alba sighed as she continued to sweep, grumbling and waiting for the other arrivals the hat-man had hinted at.
 

[wolfsrain23]

Gah! Stupid internets! I was so close to Lugia (had a good Idea too)!

Oh well. Rsv me Rayquaza please

This is from an RP On another Forum which I wrote about a day agi |3    Spoiler:- Rsv Sample:

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“Y-Yeah” The Rattata mumbled in reply “I... I mean it wasn't my fault! Those demons, it’s all their fault...”she trailed off fiddling with her scarf again “They ruined everything...”

The Charmander rolled his eyes. *Demons*. He couldn’t believe the Rattata believed in it too. He was supposed to believe that these so called *Demons* that arrived here captured others in their spheres, making them their slaves? What’s next, brain eating aliens? Maybe this Rattata was just a loon like the rest of them.

“Silence, silence everybody.” A voice projected over the crowd, derailing his train of thought. Squinting his eyes to see the from of the crowd, he noticed the speaker was an Exploud. Immediately, Tobias was glad he had sat on the outskirts of the crowd. Even here, it sounded as though the Pokemon was right next to them.

“About time.” Tobias sighed, crossing his arms and leaning further against the trunk of the tree

“You all know why you are here today, but before we begin I would like to introduce you all to the Pokemon that will be speaking here today. Firstly we the elders, Samantha the Noctowl, Adrian the Parasect, Lin the Golduck, David the Alakazam and of course myself Matthew. Now the champions Justice the Gallade, Karma- sorry, Lisa as she prefers to be called the Lucario and Misfortune the Umbreon. Last but not least is Philip a representative of the Pelipper clan explorers.”

Tobias surveyed each of the Pokémon on the stage. They didn’t look to special, and their introductions weren’t either. “Oh yeah!” The Charmander exclaimed, looking up at the Rattata with a grin. “I almost forgot my own intro. I’m Tobias.”
 

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[PokemonBreederChris]

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This sounds great! Here's my attempt at a sign up!

Name:Hikaru
Legendary: Jirachi
Gender: Male
Age: 5 (Jirachi is a very small legendary, so I hope this is acceptable!)

Alright, first thing: the Candy fields. Jirachi, fun pick; and with that pokemon, the age is interesting. Though, I have 'Bolded' the categories of the sign up, it makes things much better to read and organize. However, your name "Hikaru" is not "Hikaru" throughout the sign up. You also have "Hakeru" as the name for most of the sign up. Which name is he, Hikaru or Hakeru? Also, why would this name come to him? But that query is for later down the Sign up.

On a side note about the age: I am wary on how you might portray the age. Being five years old, alone, might make people talk, and well, I would think a five year old wouldn't be good inependantly, and would require some sort of Aide. Aide thus can be an NPC of yours or something, maybe someone who finds him in the Origin, and sticks with him due to a series of strange events.

Description: Beacuse of his age Hikaru is very short and cute, but this shouldn't make anyone think he is a weakling. He has a healthy physique but is quite lightweight. His hair covers his forehead and eyes and is strawberry blonde and incredibly messy. He has a few freckles on his face and his eyes are teal, like Jirachi's wish tags. He also has small teal teardrop shape markings under his eyes, retained from him being Jirachi of course. His eyes are quite large and sleepy, and Hikaru yawns alot. His skin is pale and incredibly smooth, yet tough ,because of Jirachi's steel-like skin. Dirt and dust just doesn't seem to stick on him at all, almost like stainless steel.

For description, I would ask for more details, and embellishments. For one thing, "Is very short and cute," that needs more explanation. As the saying goes, 'cute' could be another's 'trashy.' And very short, is what? I am 6'2", five feet and five inches, that is very short to me. To a basketball player, my height could be considered "very short" to them. Since I know the age you placed is five, I can assume how you meant "very short," but all I can say is write like you are explaining it to a martian that has never been to Earth before, or something like that. Same thing with weakling, it is unneeded. You can explain it just by talking about his physique which you did in the sentence after.

Hair style and freckles are fine. As for the teardrops under the eyes, I know you probably did not mean this, but it is a tattooed symbolism for people most found in prison. It means that they have killed someone, I think. So it is nothing big, but perhaps it could be slightly revised. Eyes are alright, though "droopy" would be a better word to use instead of "sleepy."

As for the skin, I would prefer a revamp of it. Pale skin is fine, but what is "incredibly smooth" at the same time "tough?" They contradict each other in this wording. The texture of the skin cannot be both at the same time. He could have resilient skin, while still being smooth. Perhaps that is what you meant by ''tough.'' I picture "tough" as more of a "rough hardenned" skin. I've always thought the yellow ''star bits'' of Jirachi the 'steel' form of it, but that is my oppinion. I think the last sentence about stainless steel is not needed, if anything that could go to the miscellaneous section. Also stainless steel is not immune to dust or dirt, it can still collect the small particles. He can still get dirty, stainless steel is named that for it cannot rust.

At first, Hakeru comes across only one piece of clothing, thanks to his simple wish granting ability. This is a hooded jumper that is far, far too big for him and so covers his whole body and drags along the floor behind him. The sleeves are far too long and Hakeru's little fingers can barely be seen poking out of them, quite like Jirachi's actual arms. The hoodie is yellow, the same yellow as Jirachi's ribbons on it's back. It has a large pouch on the front so Hakeru can carry things in it. He uses the hood as a pillow when sleeping. Later on he finds thick woollen socks and a woollen hat to keep him warm, which will again be yellow.

For your clothing in description; I'd prefer a revamp of it. One reason, his ''wish granting ability'' which I will talk more about in the Aura section. Clothing could be what the character found right at the Origin, but I'm more looking for the style if anything. I found it cute with the oversized hoodie. Though I can't picture a little boy wearing ribbons, but that could add to the cute factor and be a magnet to the ladies. Later on, is currently not needed either. That could be edited into later in the RPG. I think simply discussing the style is needed.

For description, I would like more details all across, even though most of it is acceptable. I did find your description enjoyable as well, as I got a nice image in my head, and could picture some of the personality based on the description. That which made me chuckle. Description is acceptable with exception to the few things I pointed out, but description still can be better. Adding detail is always a plus.

Personality: Hakeru is stilll very young and so has the innocent, curious personality of any child his age. He wants to explore everything but is still very shy and a little panicky. He likes to be looked after, because he is so small and dependent on others and cries a lot when he gets upset. He is able to look after himself aswell however, through basic instinct. He always wants to be around others and hates to be left alone, in this case he will start crying uncontrollably. Hakeru likes to be cheeky though and makes toys out of basically anything he can find, but his simple wish ability provides him with minor things.

Ok, *claps hands* Now for the personality. Your character is young as you have pointed out. With little age, comes naivity, curiousity, ignorance, and an uncanny passion that never seems to tire. That is what I get when you say "very young," but as you said "is very short and cute" I think it should be reworded. "Very" is not a good word to use, as it implied a large measurement, but an unknown assumingly large measurement. The reader can tell the user is young, but instead of stating that, state the maturity of the character. The maturity is the mental age of the person.

Also, your dependant nature: another reason for him to have an Aide. He's an attention seeker, so it seems, and I can see him being impish to a degree trying to bring eyes towards him, both negatively or possitive. I don't see curious and dependant as a 'shy' personality either. Sure he can be introverted in situations, but as you said ''he cries a lot," proves to me that he is simply an attention seeker and not shy to get this attention. I would disagree that he would be able to look after himself in basic instinct. Basic instinct is finding food, water, shelter, and having sex. The 'Flight or Fight' responses. You are dependant on your parent until you mature in both body and mind, roughly around adolescents, in order to ''fend for yourself." His personality cries "needy," so I think "being independent" is false. I suggest a heavy revamp on that.

As for the "simple wish" ability again; that COULD be the thing that provides him with his most basic needs, food, water, shelter, but I would not think he would have the mental capacity for it. He could simply be "Hungry, thirsty, tired." This is acceptable, as everyone can tell when their body is trying to say something to them, I just don't find that an excuse for him to be able to live alone.

He always has a want to help others and tries his best to do so whenever he can, even if it isn't such a good idea. His sense of judgement is a little cloudy as he is so young still. He is quite gullible and falls for tricks and pranks easily. He doesn't understand everything, but is sincere and genuine. He likes to sleep a lot, even if it means just curling up in a cardboard box. He is a very heavy sleeper. He loves to hear music, and is attracted towards it. This can also be used to trick him or lure him away. He has a strange fear of spiders and big dogs, which scare him badly.

This paragraph started grammatically confusing, but I think I understand what you meant. Though he's quite selfish in being needy, he really wants to help others? Well you can be selfish and still want to help others. I think from what you wrote though that he would not sacrifice, his needs come first before others. So this "wanting to help" nature contradicts with your first paragraph. You can either be selfish or selfless, you can't be both. You can be one, with a little of the other, but it all comes down to the question "If death is involved, would you help yourself before another, or another before yourself?"

Maturity comes into play in this paragraph as I can see "so young," it is acceptable, but instead of mentioning the youth, talk about the maturity, the mental youth. When you talk about "young" you are more referring tot he physical youth. He is very gullible, but wants to help, that is a deadly combination, as he won't understand if someone wants him to jump off a bridge, which he will do, based on how you described his personality. He lacks common sense. Some people might lack common sense, as it is their character, but how your character lacks it, could be deadly in this RPG. As i had said, your legendary COULD die, at the most easiest of choices to make. One must be very wary. Phobias are nice, but you do not need the bit "which scare him badly." By saying phobias, we already know they terrorify him.

Overall, I think your personality could use a heavy revamp, think things over, and put yourself into your character's shoes to see how they would react to situations based on their personality. Although you got what a five year old could be like, I think you should add more detail. Perhaps add alittle more aggression into it, as he is a boy, and five year old boys act alot differantly than five year old girls. Take what I said, and improve or create an entirely new personality, as I believe this needs heavy work.

Origin: Rubbing his eyes, he got up slowly and yawned. Where was he? What was his name? He couldn't remember. He thought deeply, he would have to make one up, he thought. Hakeru. It sounded nice, and he believed it meant something, but wasn't sure what. Then he realised he was cold. 'I wish I was warm' he thought. Then he felt something, a glowing sensation really. Then he noticed something on the floor that he hadn't before, a big yellow garment, with a big pouch and hood. He happily walked over to it and pulled it on. Now he was nice and warm. He felt his soft hair as he rubbed his eyes this time, he was sleepy. Hee yawned again, wider this time. he decided to take another nap before exploring around any. He curled up and fell sound asleep, using the hood of his new jumper as a pillow.

Ok, well I can't really comment on the Origin stories with exception to "no you can't do that!" or "Here's a good way to come about an idea," but I found somethings that did not settle with me. First thing, being how he randomly thought of the name. It is possibly, but I would think more something would need to trigger the name; like what if he saw a shooting star, which for reasons unknown was significant to him? Or, perhaps he found litter on the ground depicting a brandname which he adopted it as his name. I can't accept that he just randomly out of the blue came up with the name. How the human mind works, there need to be triggers, both subconscious and conscious.

Also, the "I wish" bit, its acceptable, but superficial. I will talk more about this power in the Aura section. I find it more of a filler for the origin, though it describes the first start of his ''power.'' If anything I would like to see reaction to it. He just saw it magically appear, and took it. I personally would be like "What the heck?!" in heavy suprise. He just seems to lax, even from waking up with a sense of amnesia, he just seems too calm, he needs more emotion. Sure he could be lazy to do anything because a sudden drop in energy making him drowsy, but you did not convey that. For sleepiness, you just made him go to bed. It does not sound ''real'' to me, so with that I think some revamping is needed. Add more realism to your Origin. Add emotion.

He woke up refreshed and decided he should work out where he was, he couldn't remember a thing. He got up, seemingly unmarked by the dirty ground, and started to walk. He felt unsteady on his feet, like he hadn't done this in a while. He walked past a dustbin which a cat poked it's head out of. Hakeru smiled at the cat and walked on. He found himself out of an alley and onto the street, though nobody was around. He looked around at all the closed down buildings and decided it was quite nice here really. He chose one boarded up store, one that used to sell toys and children's clothes, and clambered in through a smashed window hat was near to the floor. The room was dark but Hakeru found a pair of yellow woollen socks, a woollen yellow hat with blue knitted stripes and a pair of perfectly sized boxer shorts scattered around the abandoned shop. he decided to put them on, for added warmth. Then he found he was once again tired. He scanned around the shop for yet more useful things, then suddenly felt that tingling sensation from before. Before him now was a knitted blanket and a little stuffed animal, a white mouse, before him. He happily laid down and pulled the blanket over him, cuddling up to the new found toy. He slept til morning.

Ok, what I saw was, he woke up, did exploration to a convienantly placed store, which he so easily BROKE into, and it was already fully stocked with things that made him happy? He then went to sleep soundly again, in a strange place. A place, to a child's eyes would be very scary and intimidating in my oppinion. For one thing, the cat you mentioned could be of more significance, perhaps the reason to his name or something? The cat else is just to lable what the location is. You need to add more realism into your origin, and not make things so easily available and linear in his path.

When he woke up he realised something; he was starving. Tucking the blanket and mouse toy into his pocket, he clambered out the same way he had entered and headed down the street. The cat from yesterday joined him and the duo walked on, for quite a long way until Hakeru stopped and sniffed. He could smell something delicious and sweet. He headed on, following the delicious smell, he was so hungry! Then he heard music, and voices. He was nearing a busier part of town. He turned to his companion, the cat, and spoke, for the first time. "C'mon, me and you gonna find some food, yeah?" The cat seemed to nod and Hakeru nodded back. The two walked on happily, as Hakeru licked his lips hungrily.

So he wakes up again, it has been two days now since he first woke up. Though now he is hungry? He has figured what the human body is telling him. An ok end to the origin, so no complaints, and he found a friend in the cat. I think though more work needs to be done in the previous posts.

Miscellaneous: Um....nothing?

From your signup, I found quite a few things that could go here. There is never a "nothing," there could be an N/A as in ''ignore" but you could always find SOMETHING to put.

Aura: Hakeru's aura provides a warmth and comfort that makes others, and himself feel happy and comfortable. With it comes a special ability, reffered to as his 'simple wish ability'. This can be used to conjure up minor things, food, clothes, toys etc. The aura is colored teal and pale yellow and glows nicely. He has a teal mark of a wish tag on his forehead but this is usually covered by his hair though, so cannot be seen all the time. His aura also lets him have mild telekinesis and telepathy, but at first Hakeru can only tap into this psychic power randomly, and feels very tired after using it.

Your power, I like the idea, the concept, however the affect of his abilities, the Wishing skills, I disagree with. Sure he could have a trigger word as "I wish..." Then something happens, but I found it too powerful. Wishing is a powerful magic to say, it altars reality to fit the wish. So in a way, he's altaring space whenever he creates something new. Sure you said minor things, but powers are to grow, and minor will soon become major. I think you should tone this down A LOT. Maybe he can summon material things only temperarily, as then they ''fade away'' as they don't belong in reality. That and what he summons would be cartoonish childish mockeries to fit his mind. He wouldn't be able to summon sophisticated things if he didn't have complete focus. Psychic powers are acceptable, but I would like you to give more detail to them in what they do. Basically I would like to see more drawbacks on your powers and more detail.
 

Tumbleweed93:

Overall, your sign up has a few things per each section that could use some work on it. So I am to give you a Pending until you read what I reviewed and fixed. Since this is your first Pending, I will give you a three day ''Pending reservation'' to fix things up before resubmitting. Thank you for your interest, and if you need help or have any other questions, Visitor or Private message me. Your character was fun to read minus some of the mistakes. I enjoyed it and it gave me a nice image of your character. As for now however....Pending.

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Tumbleweed93 - Jirachi - Pending, has till January 22nd, 11:00 pm EST
.:Lemon Tea:. - Ho-oh - Reserved until January 24th, 06:59 pm EST
Cdra1617 - Lugia - Reserved until January 24th, 08:53 pm EST
Wolfsrain23 - Rayquaza - Reserved until January 24th, 10:27 pm EST

[The Jewel of Life]

Wow! This is a thrilling plot unlike nearly every other roleplay I've seen. Yeah, I haven't seen that much. Very original to me at least. I think I'm going to go for a character of an opposite gender than is normally assumed; that should be fun to play as.

Name: Tiana

Legendary: Darkrai

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Description: 'Tiana' is of an average build for a twenty-eight year old woman, if not just a little bit underweight or- as viewed in current society -'perfect' weight. While she is far from having a super-model body, Tiana has a decent amount of development, more so in the rear however. Thick and just slightly wavy white (oh... guess my sources were wrong) runs down Tiana's back while a few short curls fall over her icy-blue eyes. Tiana's eyelashes are gloriously thick, however they are also shorter than usual, which detracts from thier splendor a little. Below that, Tiana has a normal-sized nose that is a touch on the pointy side and lips that have the skin peeled slightly in places where she bit them. Because Tiana's hair is thick, she lets it cover her ears and so they are not often seen, save for maybe the round tips peeking out from behind a lock of hair. Some people might find Tiana to look unusual because of her unnaturally pale skin- very light peach with most of the color concentrated around her face and those other areas that are typically darker such as parts of her hands and places where the veins are close to the surface. This pale skin has a huge downside though- it burns easily and although she has only been in this world for a few moments, Tiana already has a red hue to her exposed shoulders because of the bright burning of the sun.

While at first Tiana awakened naked, she felt utterly exposed and rumaged about- trying not to be noticed while doing so -and found some tattered black cloth. She wrapped this around herself in a dress-like fasion, concentrating most of her meager clothing around the more 'private' areas of her body. The finished product was a sleeveless and crudely-made dress with a few tears and exposed skin on the belly as well as a mutilated base that reached down to around the area of Tiana's knees. Figuring that this is only going to be temporary, Tiana plans to get something to cover her feet when finding more permanent clothes, as she found nothing that would work like a shoe.

Personality: Tiana is actually quite kind and helpful, possibly willing to lend a hand to one of the other 'legendaries'. It must be kept in mind though, that Tiana is at the same time trying to help herself so if someone, legendary or not, gets too annoying or clingy, she may yell at them as a result of a quick temper. This feature of her personality also means that Tiana can become very angry for unexplained or not-very-well-explained reasons and will act dissapproving or unreasonably cruel to someone she has just met or doesn't even know at all. However, if you become Tiana's friend, she will trust you and act more kindly and leniant more of the time. Although, even those who are Tiana's friends sometimes get her riled up because she is simple an easily angered- and easily offended -person.

First impressions are always important, and Tiana is particularly careful to make sure she does a good job with them. Usually though, her reactions to a new person are merely an act she puts on to appear as a better person. When first meeting someone, Tiana tries her best to act friendly and puts forth as much effort as she can to not appear mean or let her temperful side show its face. Also, strange urges sometimes come to Tiana, especially around others that share her unusual background, that may or may not change her first opinion of them (for example, if she meets the character that was once Cresselia, Tiana will have an uncontrolable urge to despise that person). These events though, are as rare as the transformed legendary pokemon and do not occur often, leaving Tiana as she hopes to be seen- normal.

Origin: When Tiana awoke, she was confused and frustrated to the point at which she could hardly think rationally. Unable to decide who she was or how she came to be where she was, Tiana made up her mind and went off to find something, anything that she could use to cover up her exposed body. It took a couple minutes of surveying her surroundings to find something that would work. As it turned out, Tiana had awakened just inside an alley, and fortunately out of the view of passers-by. Tall office buildings gleaming with windows extended upward from plain, concrete walls that surrounded the alleyway and a large dumpster propped up against one of those walls. Next to the dumpster were a few abandoned crates with some torn pieces of black cloth lying around them in small heaps. Thinking that these torn-up and unused pieces might work, Tiana took a few and wrapped up her body conserving cloth by making a sleeveless dress that she made to go as low as her knees where the most mutilated parts were. Now there seemed to be only one thing missing- a name. Searching around again, Tiana noticed the sleeve of a child's jacket that had been thrown away sticking out of the dumpster. Taking it out, Tiana found that it was still labled; 'This jacket belongs to Tatiana Wakerson.' After seeing that, Tiana decided that she could adopt that name, taking away some letters though to form 'Tiana', so that her name was different from the one she found. After that, it took a while for Tiana to figure out what to do.

While she didn't expect anyone elso to have shared a similar experience as her, Tiana knew that there had to be someone out there that could help her out and be a friend. Peeking out cautiously, Tiana observed the world outside the alley for the first time. Tall buildings surrounded the entire street which was coated in cars of all different colors, shapes and sizes. Connecting to the alley was a wide sidewalk with lamp posts here and there and people who mostly just hurried along. Taking a deep breath Tiana walked out onto the sidewalk and began heading along, ignoring the stares she recieved because of her odd 'clothing' and looking only ahead at the seeminly endless city before her. But Tiana was not able to keep this up for a while as she was getting more and more nervous with every step she took, Tiana wanted to escape again and took a few quick glances to the side so that she could find another alley to hide in.

After taking a few more steps along the sidewalk Tiana found another safe alley and took a few steps down it. Here Tiana met some new faces- the aptly named alley cats. There were three of them, a ginger tabby with white feet was cleaning its paws next to a solid black cat who was munching on an unappetizing chunk of garbage from a nearby dumpster. The third cat was striped grey with a white tipped tail, and was asleep on an abandoned crate. As soon as she approached, the two cats that were awake began to meow and hiss, but a few advancing steps by Tiana made them run away like angry cowards, yet for some reason the grey cat remained sleeping. Sad and desperately needing a friend, Tiana tenatively reached out and began to run her finger's through the cat's fur. While it still refused to wake, something else happened to this apparantly very tired cat. It began with a simple twitch, and then a few more, and by now Tiana had removed her hand and backed up a foot. Then the cat began to move its legs and thrash in its sleep until finally the cat jumped awake and, startled by the presence of a human, meowed loudly and ran off. Now Tiana was severely confused. Why did that cat have a nightmare- or so it seemed. Could Tiana have caused that? No, that would be impossible. But still, Tiana grew even more depressed and frustrated, falling back against the wall and stretching out her legs to think. Almost ready to cry, Tiana asked herself who am I, and what can I possibly do to survive?
(Yes, cats are random. But I like cats~)

Miscellaneous: Alley cats hate her. No, nothing else needs to be said.

Aura: As she discovered when meeting the grey cat in the alley, Tiana has an the ability to cause those who are sleeping nearby her to have nightmares. Or rather, Tiana always causes sleeping people and animals to have nightmares whether she wants to or not. Tiana's aura is black and seen by other legendaries as long tendrils extending from her body and wavering slightly, with tiny, glowing hints of red scattered about. On the palm of her left hand, Tiana has a black spiral that is thin and forms a point on the two ends, while its 'center' is about a quarter of an inch thick. Her aura causes minor feelings of depression to people around Tiana, and even Tiana herself.

[Kyira]

I'd like to reserve as suicune please.

[tumbleweed93]

I've heavily edited my SU and hopefully it is somewhat improved!

[PokemonBreederChris]

Kyira - Please read the thread, and you will see the answer. You are lacking an important piece of information on your request to resever.

Shinichi Misao - Shinichi, I will get to your sign up in next post. I believe it might go beyond the character limit of the post, and I have more information to post regarding the Aura, which will be included in next post. So, in the meantime my apologies for not evaluating right away. I will get it done asap, and am starting to review it now.

Tumbleweed92 - After rereading your sign up, I found everything OK and acceptable. Welcome aboard Jirachi, named "Hikeru."

Though it is acceptable, there were a few things with the sign up, that I wish could be edited again. One thing being the age, I like the idea of a five year old, very cute, and original in a way, and it is perfect for Jirachi's nature. Though at the age of five, the brain is just maturing, and five to six years of age is very critical. I ask, perhaps, increase the age some; to make it more realistic and well more mobile for your character. I would say roughly around nine, maybe, seven to eight minimum. That age still carries many of the characteristics mentally of a five and six year old, but their memory and brain skills are more developed and it would also be easier for him to manipulate his aura.

So the major thing is age, after thinking about it, I think he should be a little older, but still retain the maturity of that of a young kid. I like the changes you did, and it gave your character more flare. Be wary on your powers though, for with great power, comes great responsibility, and your aura can easily be, World Revolting.

So yea, ACCEPTED *Shoots party streamers* Thank you for choosing PBC Airlines, we hope you enjoy the show!

ACCEPTED!
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Wow! This is a thrilling plot unlike nearly every other roleplay I've seen. Very original in other words. I think I'm going to go for a character of an opposite gender than is normally assumed; that should be fun to play as.

Well, actually this idea has been around a lot on these forums. Mainly as Reverse PMD style games where Pokemon turn Human instead of the other way around. That and Lady Myuu, an old Mod and RPG player had an RPG much like this in that the Legendaries were turned human, with amnesia. They were in the pokemon world however and some unknown war was fought. She should be deserving the credit of Originality more than I.

First this RPG idea of mine was going to be average everyday Pokemon, but then I thought "Legendaries are fun," and the original idea involved some, so I said I'll include the Legendaries instead of average pokemons. Thank you for the compliment however. Makes me feel old seeing how long I've been here, and I even had a hiatus, and am not the oldest RPG member still RPing. heh. >>

Note: I am going to make it required for sign up categories to be bolded. It helps organize things, easy to see, and well not having them bolded is a pet-peeve of mine...

If they aren't bolded, that can result in an instant pending, and well it shows to me that you don't put much effort into your sign ups or lack an eye to read posts!

For the reviews:


    Spoiler:- Darkness Rising, a Jewel of Life's review::

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Name: Tiana
Legendary: Darkrai
Gender: Female
Age: 28- That seems normal, right? Please say right.

Right....however, ''normal'' is an opinion of the beholder. If you are asking if the age is acceptable in an understanding way, then yes, it is. Twenty eight is well old and not the average "late teen, young adult" group everyone always likes to be part of. I find 28 unique in that sense, so let's see how it is pulled off.

Description: 'Tiana' is of an average build for a twenty-eight year old woman, if not just a little bit underweight or- as viewed in current society -'perfect' weight. Long, exceedingly pale blond (dang, someone that young can't have white hair...) hair runs down Tiana's back while a few short curls fall over her icy-blue eyes. Some people might find Tiana to look unusual because of her unnaturally pale skin- very light peach with most of the color concentrated around her face and those other areas that are typically darker such as parts of her hands and places where the veins are close to the surface. On one hand, Tiana is missing her 'pinky' finger which is most likely a remnant of the fact that at one time she was Darkrai and only had three on each hand. Her feet too are different, being slightly smaller than average. However, this feature is only slight and not all that easy to notice.

On the contrary, one can have white hair at the age of five. Graying, or aged hair is rare on a young person, unless they've come into contact with hazardous chemicals or other things similar. Some people have naturally white hair. Then there are the Albino people, who have white hair. Pale blond works, or even platinum blond if you want it more ''white.'' For the skin tone I think you could explain the shading more. It is alright, but it seems not mixed in well, blatchy more so than smooth.

About that missing pinky, I find that more filler. Sure pokemon could have less fingers than humans, and it is creative, but missing the pinky would just seem too ackward for me to vision, and might get people to freakishly stare. I'd be more comfortable maybe with longer fingers, than a missing finger. Though it is fine, just personal preference there. Feet also seem kind of like filler. Why is it mentioned if it has no significance? It might not be noticeable, but I think some more significance should be put to this sentence to make it more 'real.'

While at first Tiana awakened naked, she felt utterly exposed and rumaged about- trying not to be noticed while doing so -and found some tattered black cloth. She wrapped this around herself in a dress-like fasion, concentrating most of her meager clothing around the more 'private' areas of her body. The finished product was a sleeveless and crudely-made dress with a few tears and exposed skin on the belly as well as a mutilated base that reached down to around the area of Tiana's knees. Figuring that this is only going to be temporary, Tiana plans to get something to cover her feet when finding more permanent clothes, as she found nothing that would work like a shoe.

For the clothing: I suppose that is alright. Not really a style more as a quick fix to cover herself. I did get good imagery there on the dress, though what is covers is more the 'blank black sheet.' What I mean by that is you need more description. I did not get a good picture of your character in my mind. Her body is a blur, her facial features, blurry. You talk about skin tone, that is alright, I assume she's cacasion, but even with that, the shading of her skin is more a swirl of colors trying to mix into a tapestry of art, but not finding an area to blend.

You do mention a few things about her physique, mostly her feet and missing pinky, which sound more like filler material to me. Veins also add a nice texture to the skin, but as I said, her skin is blurred over. Also, being a twenty-eight year old female, I'd think her body rather mature. You make no mention of her figure, or proportions minus height and weight that could be more described as body mass or muscle tone.

Your character right now seems 2-d, and I cannot see anything about her personality through the description. Usually who we are physically sometimes reflects our personality. Again, its all a blur in my head, so what you imagined as your character, did not come across well in imagery to what I can see. I think you should revamp your description, filling it with tasty details. I like the idea, but it is just too blurry, too bland of a description to be considered acceptable. Talk more about her body, her face, her physique, before you go straight to clothing. More detail is needed.

Personality: Although she was once an ill thought of dark-type, Tiana is actually quite kind and helpful, possibly willing to lend a hand to one of the other 'legendaries'. It must be kept in mind though, that Tiana is at the same time trying to help herself so if someone, legendary or not, gets too annoying or clingy, she may yell at them as a result of a quick temper. This feature of her personality also means that Tiana can become very angry for unexplained or not-very-well-explained reasons and will act dissapproving or unreasonably cruel to someone she has just met or doesn't even know at all. However, if you become Tiana's friend, she will trust you and act more kindly and leniant more of the time. When one of her very close friends (if she makes any) is in danger, Tiana will spring into action and reveal a third side to her personality; an overprotective and loyal side. While this final alter ego is rarely seen, I may have the chance to use it in the roleplay, so be ready for some protective action.

Onto the personality, I first find that the "although she was once thought of, etc etc" to be overbearing. You do not need that, for all we care about is who the person, the legendary is now. Personalities of the past are my job to convey, based around their ''human personalities'' the participants make up.

Your personality gives some spark of life to your character. I can see her reactions to other legendaries. How she is kind and caring, yet will throw you away if you reach her bad-side; get rid of that. In too many RPGs I see this complex, of willing to help, but having their own agenda. Sure it can be argued that it is core primal instinct to help one another and yourself, but its overdone, cliche, and I don't see it conveyed well in your character. Give your character more soul. What I see in your personality is an excuse to act anyway based on the conflict at hand. There is no morale fiber, because your character can be both helpful and hurtful at the same time, and to whichever path would be the most beneficial. You can make a character like that, but how you wrote the personality it is not concrete, the personality is jelly that will mold into any shape that is best for moving the character along in the plot. This takes away the "soul" and gives more a robotic, mary-sue feel to it.

I need to see flaw in the personality, and a rigidness. Sure your character can be adaptive in situations, but for now, it seems monotone. Like description, this portion of your personality could use more descriptions. Get that "alter ego" more in-depth details about it. It is acceptable, but it lacks the drive, and personality is all about "the drive." What makes you tick.

First impressions are always important, and Tiana is particularly careful to make sure she does a good job with them. When first meeting someone, Tiana tries her best to act friendly and puts forth as much effort as she can to not appear mean or let her temperful side show its face. Also, strange urges sometimes come to Tiana, especially around others that share her unusual background, that may or may not change her first opinion of them (for example, if she meets the character that was once Cresselia, Tiana will have an uncontrolable urge to despise that person). These events though, are as rare as the transformed legendary pokemon and do not occur often, leaving Tiana as she hopes to be seen- normal.

First impressions, an interesting psyche, this is a drive. A drive to show perfection so no one misjudges. Paranoia on social interactions, how others would think of one person, and that one person trying hard to show their best as they meet new people. I like. Though, with her first impressions, are they more of a mask, or her true feelings? Could use more details, in explaining this condition of hers. As for the urges, how they are written, I see them more as filler material, but they are interesting, they show a Berserker side of Tiana; which only erupts when others of her own ''kind'' are near. That is creative.

For the personality, I am seeing your character more alive, but there are some flaws still, mainly in not giving the character a definite characteristic, or morale fibers. I would like to see more of how she ''ticks.'' You included a few personality quirks and flaws, the largest one being about the First Impressions complex. That is good, but not enough in giving defining natures to your character.

Origin: When Tiana awoke, she was confused and frustrated to the point at which she could hardly think rationally. Unable to decide who she was or how she came to be where she was, Tiana made up her mind and went off to find something, anything that she could use to cover up her exposed body. After she found a pile of ripped black cloth next to a dumpster and down some alley nerby, Tiana began to think a little clearer and realized that she didn't have a name. Searching around again, Tiana found a child's jacket that had been thrown away, but was still labled; 'This jacket belongs to Tatiana Wakerson.' After seeing that, Tiana decided that she could adopt that name, taking away some letters though to form 'Tiana', so that her name was different from the one she found. After that, it took a while for Tiana to figure out what to do.

Well, for origin, yes it takes place in New York City, but not everyone needs to be crashing down in an alleyway, I meant the city as a whole, including the surrounding areas. There are many parks, suburbs, factories, waterways, underground passageways, etc etc. This is just to say to anyone listening.

As for the origin, interesting start, wakes up confused, finds the fabric to her name. I would like more details though, to give more mental imagery. I pictured the scene but it was blurry. You had more detail about the dress in description than how she actually found it. That being said, process would be nice. Though a brief summary is also acceptable. I want to get more a feel to Tiana's suprise, give it more emotion if you could.

After that, Tiana simply walked down the sidewalk, keeping to her own business and trying to get her jumbled thoughts and facts all straight. She knew that she was different, some strange feeling told her that. Well, that and the fact that Tiana had just awakened naked without remembering anything. So there was one fact. Also, Tiana knew that her clothing was far from normal and needed to be replaces as soon as possible, but as to how she was to replace it, Tiana had no ideas. Finally, Tiana knew that 'Tiana' wasn't her real name, and that for some reason, she couldn't figure out what her name was. Still feeling confused and helpless, Tiana rushed down another alley, not wanting to be seen any more while she tried to remember something, even just a little detail, about what had happened to her.

This paragraph seems filler, all that was said here could be put in one sentence about her being confused and wandering around looking for anything to trigger memories. Add more action to it, I would like to see more an event than just aimless wandering.

After taking a few steps into the nearest alley, Tiana met some new faces- the aptly named alley cats. There were three of them, a ginger tabby with white feet was cleaning its paws next to a solid black cat who was munching on an unappetizing chunk of garbage from a nearby dumpster. The third cat was striped grey with a white tipped tail, and was asleep on an abandoned crate. As soon as she approached, the two cats that were awake began to meow and hiss, but a few advancing steps by Tiana made them run away like angry cowards, yet for some reason the grey cat remained sleeping. Sad and desperately needing a friend, Tiana tenatively reached out and began to run her finger's through the cat's fur. While it still refused to wake, something else happened to this apparantly very tired cat. It began with a simple twitch, and then a few more, and by now Tiana had removed her hand and backed up a foot. Then the cat began to move its legs and thrash in its sleep until finally the cat jumped awake and, startled by the presence of a human, meowed loudly and ran off. Now Tiana was severely confused. Why did that cat have a nightmare- or so it seemed. Could Tiana have caused that? No, that would be impossible. But still, Tiana grew even more depressed and frustrated, falling back against the wall and stretching out her legs to think. Almost ready to cry, Tiana asked herself who am I, and what can I possibly do to survive?

And here is the action. Good, good, excellent. Cat's were a bit ...random? But they gave you your action that I needed.

Miscellaneous: Alley cats hate her. No, nothing else needs to be said.

Props to showing me how this strikethrough font is codded, woohoo! Yea alley cats, why would they hate her, hmmm, curiouser and curiouser.

Aura: As she discovered when meeting the grey cat in the alley, Tiana has an the ability to give those who are sleeping nearby her nightmares. Or rather, Tiana always gives sleeping people and animals nightmares whether she wants to or not. Tiana's aura is black and seen by other legendaries as long tendrils extending from her body and wavering slightly, with tiny, glowing hints of red scattered about. On the palm of her left hand, Tiana has a black spiral that is thin and forms a point on the two ends, while its 'center' is about a quarter of an inch thick. Although her aura causes minor feelings of depression to people around Tiana, and even Tiana herself, this effect is truely 'minor' and is rarely noticed.

Ah, the Aura, the trickiest of the fields, and will soon be further explained in a post due to CONFUSIONS I had cast upon people causing them AMNESIA!

When you say "Give HER nightmares" what do you mean? Inside TIana's head rests many many many evil nightmares, that she freely gives to others upon physical contact? Also, feelings of depression won't be minor. They would noticeably bring a person's mood down, so it can't really be minor. The affect may be minor, as in, it won't like cause people to regret living and take their own lives, or it won't make people slothful and lack emotions...at first, but yea, it isn't minor. Other than that, I like your aura. Nice description of it, got a nice picture of it.

 

The Jewel of Life:

After reading your sign up, I would have to give you a pending. Your sign up is nice, has a few good qualities, however it lacks substance - it needs more imagery, more detail. Almost everything I felt was blurry, I could not fully picture your character. Things also were written more as Filler, as they had no exact point save a sentence in the paragraph. Read what I reviewed, and I hope you take what I said into consideration. As this is your first Pending, you get a three day ''Pending reservation'' to fix things up before resubmitting for a second review. Thank you for your interest, your character was fun, and interesting to read, it just didn't feel "alive." If you need help or have any further questions, Visitor or Private message me. Thank you for your interest.

[Gentleman Skeleton]

My god man, why didn't you tell me you were back? Mind if I take a reserve out on Deoxys? Got an interesting idea of what to do with him. Here's a sample. Not quite recent, but it's the best thing I've got right now since I've been out of the game a while.

    Spoiler:- From the long defunct RPG: One Piece: Straw Hat Liberation Force:

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One Piece: Straw Hat Liberation Force

-Episode 1-
Meet the Willow Pirates: Chaos on the High Seas

-Penance: Grand Line-
Bartholomew Kuma stood at the gates of the massive floating prison, Penance. Standing in front of him, shackled and humiliated was the captain of the Straw Hat pirate crew, Monkey D. Luffy. He was alone, his friends scattered across the Grand Line to keep them from being able to reuniting and turning against the World Government.

“Do what you want with me,” Luffy said, his eyes tearing up with untold rage. “My friends will not abandon me. I will sail the seas once again, and I will be king of the pirates.”

“No, they will not,” Kuma replied. “Face it, you’ve lost. By the time this month is over, you will be hanged like your friends. And once we figure out what to do with your reindeer and skeleton friend, they will be punished as well. Mark my words.”

“They will come. I have faith in them.”

-New World: Six months prior-
The Lady Fortune was far out to sea when the Navy set out their surprise attack. Cannonballs flew through the air, although none of them hit. A man, at least ten feet tall emerged from the ship to see the chaos around him.

“Rebecca, hide the children!” He shouted. A woman emerged and slowly began to escort a young boy and a young girl below deck. The sound of a baby crying could be heard from within the ship. “Amos m’boy, it’s time for the both of us to defend this ship, eh? Follow m’lead!” A pair of small cannons appeared out of the palm of the man’s ands and the boy, no older than fourteen drew a sword from his belt. Several other crew members appeared on deck and activated their individual Devil Fruit powers, or drew their weapons if they didn’t have any. All one man did was rip off his shirt to reveal a twelve pack. “Well, m’lads. This is it! If they want us, they can damn well try and take us! We make our final stand here and now!” The men all cheered and roared. “Let us show these navy cockroaches what we salty dogs are capable of! ATTACK!” The Navy ships came in dangerously close as men swarmed the ship. Amos grabbed his blade tightly and tried to go to town, but the men were many times his size, and he was quickly knocked to the ground and broke his sword in half. As soon as he gained his composure, he rose to his feet and continued to hold a pair of soldiers back. All around him, fellow crewmates were being stabbed and shot. He could only continue his focus on the task at hand. He soon found that the crew of the ship was outnumbered ten to one. One soldier emerged from inside the ship holding the woman from before by the arm, dragging her out to the deck of the ship. The crowd of soldiers parted as an aristocratic looking officer stepped aboard and approached the man and woman.

“Nathaniel and Rebecca Willow,” He announced. “You are both wanted for the crime of piracy and providing safe haven for wanted pirates. The penalty is execution by firing squad. You are to stand and take your punishment like the scum you are. Finish them.” All Amos could hear was the shots from the guns and the footsteps of the officer as he walked away. The woman died instantly while his father spawned cannons across his body and fired away, taking a few soldiers with him. His wounds eventually became too much and he collapsed partially over the edge of the ship. “What a pity and here I was going to give you a gentleman’s death if you survived. Too bad.” The officer approached the man and pushed him over the edge of the ship. The man was dragged into the depths thanks in part to his Devil Fruit’s curse. Amos’ eyes welled up with tears. He snuck away, only to be caught by one of the officers.

“Sir, what should we do with this one?” The officer asked. “He was trying to sneak away.”

“What’s your name, boy?”

“A-Amos Willow, sir,” Amos struggled to fight tears back as he said his own name. “Th-those were my parents you just killed.” Amos hacked up all the phlegm he could muster and spat it into the face of the officer. This action was met with a rifle butt to the face and multiple kicks from navy issue boots. The head officer wiped the phlegm from his face and looked at a large pile of wanted posters to find the name Amos Willow, and a bounty of two hundred and fifty belli.

“Leave the boy and the other children. They’re not worth our time. Salvage “Cannonball” Willow’s body and take Rebecca’s corpse. We’re eating steak tonight boys!” The naval officers cheered as Amos slumped into the cabin of the ship. Inside, Amos found the store of Devil Fruit below deck and ate one fruit in particular that always interested him, the Sumi-Sumi Fruit. Grabbing a fountain pen, he stabbed himself in the finger, allowing the blood the flow enough for the pen to soak up. He started to draw and within a minute, he had drawn a sword. He reached out to touch what he had drawn, thinking to himself, I wish I could actually use this. Suddenly, he found his hand being absorbed into the wooden plank he drew the blade on. When he pulled his hand away, his sword drawing stuck with him. He ran out to try and take out one of the guards, but it was too late, they had already gone, but Nathaniel and Rebecca’s corpses remained on the ship. They had salvaged Nathaniel and taken pictures of the corpses, then left like that. It dawned on Amos at this moment, they weren’t coming back. He fell to his knees and sobbed, letting his emotions take hold of him.

-Isla del Fuego: New World Border: 6 Months Later-
Deep inside the volcano, amidst the lava and dangerous heat laid an underground base. This base now belongs to Amos and the rebuilt Willow pirates, his father’s crew. Amos was now the captain and although the original crew was slain that bloody night before they knew it, Amos had gathered a new crew in their honor. It was much smaller, but they did their duty quite well. Someone entered Amos’ chamber with a look of concern on his face. He was not a member of the Willow Pirates, but instead a member of the Red-haired Pirates, a crew that Amos and his father were supporters of.

“What brings you here?” Amos asked. “I can tell you’re a Red-hair. How is Shanks?”
“Doin’ well,” The man replied. “I have some awful news for you, young Amos. Have you heard of Straw Hat Luffy?”

“Who hasn’t? Heard stories of him through other Red-hairs. What about him?”

“He’s been captured in the Florian Triangle. Red-Haired Shanks is unable to help him and he wants you to do the rescuing. How big is your bounty?”

“Forty-eight mill.”

“Forty-eight mill in less than six months, I’m impressed, but by the time you rescue Luffy and his crew, prepare to have your bounty skyrocket. I have maps and information for you, but I want you to address your crew first to see if they wish to undertake this mission as well. You could easily be killed out there, so I’ll only let you go if you’re really willing.”

“I am, and so is my crew. We’ll go brief them right now.”

 

[PokemonBreederChris]

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Name: Janice Obvious
Legendary: Mew
Gender: Female
Age: 17

Okay, starting off with the candy fields. I Bolded them for an easier read. As else it looks like a block of text. Ah, Mew picked a BIG one at that. I pondered whether to outlaw or allow it, in the end I allowed it, as people can overplay the cute harmless innocent legendary A LOT.

The name, Janice Obvious. Interesting choice for a surname. Though saying Janice Obvious aloud, they don't ring together well. Which might or might not add to the nature of your character.

Description: A young girl with short pink hair tied back in a braided ponytail that goes down her vertebra. Her eyes are goldenrod-yellow and actually sparkle when she gets excited. Her skin is rosy-red and her smile seems to light up the room when she enters (Metaphorically speaking).

Well, starting off, I do not know what "young" is defined as, you would need to embellish upon that. She's seventeen, so is she baby-faced than? Have freckles? What defines her as young, for at age seventeen many girls could have already matured physically beyond "young looking." You mention Vertebra, which part? Lower-back? Neck? Shoulder-blades? Collar Bone? Vertebra, too generic. Needs more detail. You do give nice imagery, but what I see then, is a small gilded wooden ball with many bright lights on it, drowning out the nice golden paint on the wooden ball. You should discuss more of her physique and other features of her body.This has the imagery that I do like, but not enough details to balance or give image to other aspects of the body.

Despite this innocent face, her clothes are in contrast to it. Her clothes are skimpy and gothic. Her blouse is tight fitting, revealing a very full bosom and it stops, just above her bellybutton, showing a small piercing in it. She wears a black, Demi-skirt with a Poke Ball insignia sown onto its sides. She wears Pink sandals over her feet and her finger and toenails are painted with black nail polish. She wears a small broach hanging down her throat. Her arms are covered with poorly aimed suicide scars.

I'll have to disagree with the clothing choices; or, your personality better have a good reason for them. Good that you describe the body more here. But, the clothes even don't match. Which can be a flare to personality, but I can't picture Mew as this, so thus I must rely on the Origin to tell me tale of why. As for the suicide scars, what the heck? is all I can say. Origin better have good reasoning for this. Else, this description is unacceptable.

Personality: Despite having Amnesia, she seems to recall having a brother (A.K.A Mewtwo) and longs to find him, hoping that he may have the answer to her memory loss. She has a strong fear of fire and heat-based objects (She can’t even operate a stove). She wakes up every morning and slices her arms, hoping that it may jog her memory of who she was before, but she keeps this a secret from everyone she now knows.

Ok first off, Mewtwo is more a son to Mew, it was cloned FROM mew; I cannot recall the actual legend of Mewtwo via the Games. ((Games are the primary lore I will go after, if other sources contradict the games, games will always win in my book for this RPG.)) As for that memory, I would find it acceptable if given reasoning to why. Also, I don't understand how slicing her arms up would bring back memories, it is only for physical pain in the NOW for the mind to forget mental pain that haunts the victim. That I have to disagree with.

She is very distant, prone to biting her thumb and stepping away from scary people, but when people she cares about are in danger, a line snaps from her conscious network, turning her into a no mercy, killing machine towards anyone who harms those close to her. She is very selfish, not caring about anyone whom she doesn’t know. Afraid that the slightest change might destroy her friendship, she tends to act cold to those she just met.

So a berserker complex? Interesting. Though you contradict yourself, and most of this personality is filler. She's rather suicidal, and depressed from what I look at it; emotionally unstable. You should explain that more. give more details for my to see.

She is also, extremely, openly Gay. Doing awkward and sexually arousing things to girls she likes, in public. But this doesn’t mess with the way she treats men and women on a professional or subtle relationship. Both genders, she’ll treat as if no gender existed and that men and women are equal. She has no problem changing in front of either if she knows them well, but will reject it extremely if she is among new faces.

Well, what is extremely, openly Gay? Rather flamboyant and proud to express it LOUDLY to anyone she meets? I find the talk on genders filler, and well unneeded. This personality is unreal, and lacks dimensions. It is a 2-D character, traced rather lightly on paper. You need to put more "soul" into it, for she doesn't feel alive to me. You should write a character as if you knew them in real life, as if they are living. This personality, did not portray your character at all, except saying she was suicidal, wrathful, lesbian orientation, and selfish. There is much more to a human than that.

Origin: (OOC: I will write this out in RP style for more image.)
Janice awoke. She looked around to find herself in a huge crater. Her arms were scarred with heavy slashes and her clothes were… “Hold on a second!” She screamed. “I’m naked!” She quickly scampered around; she definitely couldn’t handle this kind of stress.
“Captain Obvious awakens,” a voice called out from nowhere. OK, not nowhere, it seemed to have come from outside the crater. Then some clothes fell from outside, “Here. They’re mine. I’d love to talk, but I can’t really come down. I have a rope if you need it?”
But Janice simply got dressed, grabbed hold of a protruding rock and threw herself into the air. Unfortunately, she miscalculated the distance and threw herself into her new friend. She looked up and realized why she couldn’t come down. She was handicapped. Her legs were covered with scars and Janice found her head must have waked her lip, because there was a cut on it.
The girl must have noticed too, but she touched her lip, wiping the blood onto her finger. Janice and the girl then seemed pulled by some mystical force, because the two drew closer taking deeper breaths as they crept closer. Then, their lips met. To the two, it was as if the whole universe has recreated itself solely for them. Giving them an entire planet to be together with.
Upon their separation, the girl whispered into her ear, “I’m Cynthia Hathorn. What’s yours?”
Shell shocked and mystified by the kiss, Janice said the first name that came to mind, “Captain Obvious.” This only made Cynthia start laughing, but after seeing her confused face, she calmed down.
“Don’t you know your name?” But Janice only shook her head.
“I don’t know who I am.”
“Well you’re a first-rate kisser if that’s any help.” The two laughed. After returning to Cynthia’s shack outside of town. They picked out Janice for her name and Cynthia introduced Janice to her mom. For a couple of months the two lived a peaceful life outside of society.
After a couple of accidents, Janice discovered her power over Psychic Bubbles as Cynthia called it. Then, the accident occurred. Due to untreated malignant Tumors in Cynthia’s leg, she died. And during that painful experience, Janice remembered one powerful memory from her head. Brother.
After that, Janice left hoping to find out who she was by following the only clue that she knew: A brother with no name or face, and a strange power that was completely unorthodox.


After a year of finding nothing, Janice went back to were she met Cynthia for the first time. She collapsed, hugging her leg with freshly cut arms.
She then heard a strangely familiar voice in her head. It sound so close and endearing that she quickly turned around, hoping that whoever it was, was there: No one at all, nothing but empty wasteland and a growing metropolis in the distance.
“Hi Sis.” She was not along.

I have quoted the whole Origin in on itself, as I have to reject the whole thing. First of all, you have things in the origin that conflict with elements of the Plot. Mewtwo for instance, wouldn't be like that to Mew, not in this RPG, not in how its personality reacts as well. Also, it sounded entirely superficial. The romance? The death of her girlfriend? Sudden realization? I understand why so suicidal now, but seriously. Also, the Legendaries would freshly be entering this new world, not years and years ago. I would say the maximum time would be a month at most, and that is stretching it. Your origin is contradiction after contradiction as well with her psychic abilities and all that. This origin is not acceptable. Basically what I wanted in the origin was how the legendary woke up and what it did at the very start, as the actual RPG will start when legendaries have been on Earth for a week or so. I wouldn't want newly babe legendaries wandering around with absolute no clue, so the week is to help them grow a little.

Miscellaneous: Janice can’t stand spicy food or bathing without underwear on. She gets muscle spasm when she stands in one place for more that twenty minutes.

Spicy food? Interesting. Bathing without underwear on? Care to explain this? Muscle spasms, appropriate, but why?

Aura: After watching “Pokemon: The First Movie” I came to a realization that Mew possesses a bizarre power: Bubbles. By forming bubbles with her Psychic Powers and manipulating the content, volume, and amount of Gas, the bubbles that she makes can either be Helpful, Destructive, or whatever she sets her imagination out to be. Up till now though, Janice can only fill her bubbles with Hydrogen and Oxygen and the Bubbles can be used to carry heavy objects (Particularly herself or when rescuing others) or to blast her enemies away. The Bubbles can be used for physical damage or basic explosions and the size of the Bubbles can vary from house size to flee size. The thickness of her Bubble’s exoskeleton can be manipulated as well by concentration. A weak focus, means a weak body, and that means a weak Bubble.

"I came to realize" Is that YOU the author speaking? That is breaking the fourth wall sort of, so yea, not needed. As for the bubbles fun, but they are psychic bubbles, the elements not really needed. They act more as a shield than anything, or objects to carry things as you said. The aura is interesting, but well you did not include a few things I wanted in the aura, such as the location of the "tattoo" or physical representation of the Aura. But, well, though it is an interesting Aura, it's WAY too overpowering, if anything it needs more drawbacks. For example, House size, you know how big those are? Those could cause catastrophic damages. So yes, aura is way too overpowering.


 

Shinichi Misao: Rejected, character design Rejected. Your character contradicted itself many times over, and was not well organized nor descriptive through out the sign up. I am sorry but the sign up is Rejected.

You are still welcome to Sign up, even as Mew, but you must choose a new and different character design

[cdra1617]

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Name: Rain
Legendary: Lugia
Gender: Female
Age: 27

Description: Rain is an extremely tall woman, standing just over six foot. She is very thin, though her actual weight is hard to ascertain. Despite this thinness, she does not look weak—her limbs actually look strong, but only after a close look. Therein, her limbs are somewhat muscular, but it is not readily apparent. She isn’t petite, but her body is still rather plain; she isn’t very well endowed, though her waist is proportionally thin (her ribcage is pretty broad, and her hips are wide, so she has the illusion of a nice waist). If one were to find thinness attractive, Rain would then have a very nice body. She has extremely pale skin, of course, as she seems to be albino. It is pasty, and near white, though somehow that doesn’t make her look sickly. She’s just really pale.

Rain has beautiful hair, of a perfectly pure ivory tone. It is fairly long and flows smoothly around her waist; no matter the weather, no matter the bad hair day, her hair always stays perfectly straight and soft-looking. Usually she pulls it back in a low ponytail with a blue ribbon, as it is quite long. Even so, her bangs—which happen to be dark blue, for some strange reason—refuse to stay out of her face. She doesn’t pay them much mind, though she is sometimes seen absentmindedly trying to put them back behind her ears, where they absolutely won’t stay for very long. Her facial features are rather sharp and cool, with eyes so starkly red that Rain does get a few looks just for them. Her eyes are a little slanted, only adding to the sharp look of her face; however, they always look calm, despite their brilliant coloration. Most people assume that Rain is an albino with dyed bangs.

Rain’s choice of outfit is a bit curious, but she’s very attracted to the colors, so it works. She wears a tight, ribbed navy blue tank top underneath a light bluish-gray zip-up hoodie over her torso. This cotton hoodie is about two sizes too large, hanging frumpily over her thin frame. Of course, it has deep pockets in the front, and a hood on the back; the inside lining is a royal blue color, like her bangs, but not as dark as her shirt. The sleeves pretty much always cover her hands because they’re simply too long. On the back of the jacket are three “V” shaped marks of royal blue, sitting with extremely obtuse angles in a vertical row. Her pants are canvas and a little baggy, but not nearly as much so as her hoodie, and colored white. Her pants also have lots of pockets—cargo pants. In order to keep her pants on for sure, she wears two belts sideways over one another: one of them silver, the other royal blue. Her shoes of choice are strappy navy sandals which expose her pasty pale feet with painted blue toenails. She wears the same hoodie constantly, only exchanging pants and tops for very similar ones, as she only owns about three of each. Well, she also has one hot pink tank top, but she only wears it on laundry day.

Personality: Rain is a very quiet individual. She is fairly calm and level-headed, but sometimes, she seems irrationally skittish of everything. The fact behind this is rather simple: somewhere in her heart is the ingrained idea that humans are bellicose and ignorant. She doesn’t know where this notion came from or why she goes along with it, and therefore, she often fights against this notion by being around humans. She is curious about her lost memories, but not voraciously so; she has no intention of obsessing over them, though she is somehow compelled to find someone who understands her. She doesn’t get very excited about anything, but rather takes it all in stride, except of course interactions with unfamiliar humans. There she has a strange phobia; however, despite it, she is working hard to get over it.

Rain is rather introverted, spending her time swimming and wondering rather than seeking company. The rare times she does go out on the street, she rarely speaks to anyone but rather just hums to herself as she watches them all go by—she doesn’t want them to look at her, even though they do, as she is quite modest. If she were to find someone who she didn’t feel so skittish around, however, she possibly would open up more, and be more accepting of company. For now, she really only enjoys the company of Will because he takes such good care of her, and is kind enough to her such that she doesn’t feel afraid around him. She is thoughtful and wise, generally kind despite being shy, and has a deep belief that her destiny will come one day and make sense of all this.

Fate and destiny are also concepts ingrained in Rain’s soul. It would seem that she is highly intelligent; however, she does not show this, because she has a slightly limited vocabulary and some of it is just words she learned from songs, which isn’t quite accurate. She isn’t necessarily a serious persona or a jesting one, but rather she is somewhat neutral. Rain also feels the urge to become responsible for others, especially if they help her or she thinks she knows them somehow. In this way she is a bit motherly, though it’s more of a friendly responsibility for everything than that of a mother. She is obsessed with both the sky and the sea, and likes to watch birds fly by. Culture still eludes her in many ways, though she is trying to learn about it little by little.

Origin: The tide continued to ebb and flow, ebb and flow as it always had. The water was cold, but it was always cold. There was nothing unusual about the shoreline today, the lone man thought to himself. He was still wearing his business clothes: a gray suit with a red tie. His black hair had fallen unkempt from the breeze, and swished lightly around his face as he stared at the ocean. His silver-blue eyes were only half open, but still, they managed to catch on to something highly unusual…

There was something different about the shoreline today, after all. There, in the shallowest point of the tide, was a woman. She was completely nude, her perfect pale skin and gleaming white hair giving her the look of an angel… or maybe a mermaid? The man on the beach ran over to her, finding quickly that she was no mermaid, as she had long, slender legs. Indeed, her body was thin and beautiful, in an unearthly way he found. He approached her, and unconsciously reached up to brush her dark bangs out of her eye. However, at that instant, her red eyes opened, and she shrank back. Afraid. That was the word… she felt afraid. She retreated slightly into the water, ducking away from the man.

He looked at her curiously. “What are you doing here?” he asked, and she shook her head. She didn’t know what she was doing here. She only knew that… she was afraid of this man. And she wanted to stay in the water. That made sense. And yet… her body felt wrong… she didn’t know where she was. She was scared. She curled up in the fetal position and stared at him with cold eyes. “Not very talkative, are we?” he asked.

She responded with a small moan, just, “ah”. As though that was all she knew how to say. And then, she looked him nervously in the eye, as her arms frantically covered her body. “…n… naked?!”

“Yes, you are naked…” he muttered. “Where are you from? Who are you?”

“A…ah…” she muttered again, nothing at all. She had no idea where she was from, who she was. She couldn’t have answered even if she knew words. However, this man seemed intent upon comforting her.

“Look, come on, we’ve got to take you to the authorities. I have no idea where you came from…” he looked away. “I guess you should get some clothes first…”

“Ah!” she exclaimed. People. No, she didn’t want to see people. She was afraid of people. They were… she didn’t really know. Then again, it appeared that she was… a person, too. Why was she afraid? She had no answers, only questions. She shook her head violently. “C…clothes. But… not authorities.”

He stared at her questioningly. “Why? You on the run or something?” She shook her head again.

“Ah… afraid. Can’t… remember.”

He blinked at her. She was just afraid of people. Well, that was obvious enough, she was looking awfully shy… except that she was naked in the ocean. And maybe she had amnesia… He was pretty sure she was a mermaid now. “Well, I do know that sometimes amnesia goes away with time. If you don’t want to meet anyone, why don’t you just come to my place? My roommate’s out on vacation for a few weeks, so you can stay in his room. I’ll get you some clothes too.” He extended his hand. “My name’s Will.”

She looked at him skeptically. “Oh… okay, Will.” She took his hand and stood up, still shaking a little and covering her body. He realized then how tall she was, but quickly averted his eyes. Will didn’t want to stare at her, and she didn’t really want to be stared at. Besides, if his girlfriend knew he was staring at this girl... he shuddered internally at the thought. He put his jacket over her and walked down the shoreline, up into the alley, and to his apartment. It only took a few minutes to get there.

One Will and the mysterious girl arrived at the apartment, he immediately showed her to the shower and turned it on for her, trying not to stare at her naked body. He did notice the strange birthmarks on her back… maybe he could use those to identify her. But not now; first, she needed to remember some things. He put on some soft rock music—some of his favorite bands—and changed into his relaxed clothes (some comfortable pants and a t-shirt). While he was at it, he grabbed some for the girl, though obviously they wouldn’t fit that well… she was much smaller than he was, albeit just as tall. She had been in the shower for a long time when Will finally came in, asking, “Are you drowned in there?” He was holding the clothes.

She was smiling at the shower head and letting the water run as she hummed along to the music. When he walked in, she looked down. “Rain,” she nearly whispered. “Rain is familiar… Rain is comfortable.”

Will just looked at her. “Hey, don’t use up all the water… you think your name may be Rain?”

She shook her head, no. “But… it’s as good as any name.”

And from there on, she was Rain.

Will gave her some of his clothes for the night, but the next day he went and bought her some of her one—well, tried to. She took a liking to his hoodie and wouldn’t give it back; he decided she could just keep it. He did manage to get her to buy some underwear and a bra, as well as some actually fitting pants, shoes, and tank tops. Rain didn’t like many colors, but all the same, the things she picked were pretty cheap. Will has since been trying to help Rain recover her memory; after he gets off work each day, he meets her out by the ocean, where she is typically swimming in her underwear. He gave up on keeping her out of the ocean several days ago, because honestly, she wouldn’t even consider it. He still thinks she might be a mermaid, especially with how she sings. He has a large collection of rather easy-going music, which Rain has taken a liking to and listens to constantly. When he heard her sing along, with her beautiful voice, Will started to consider that she might be a mermaid who got her legs but lost her memory for it…

As of now, no one knows that Rain lives with Will. She eats ramen and other bargain food gladly, so she’s not a financial burden, though she has offered (since learning enough of the language to speak coherently again) to try to get a job. Will is fresh out of college working at an accounting firm; he makes enough money to support her pretty easily. His roommate will return in a few days, but he’ll explain when the time rolls around for that, he’s decided. He's also decided not to tell his girlfriend about this... they never meet at his house, so it's much safer to just not talk about Rain. Besides, Will has no romantic interest at all in Rain. She tends to wander short distances from the apartment, exploring the streets and trying to overcome her fear of other people, which she finds irrational. However, most of her time is still spent at the sea, or standing on the balcony enjoying the wind. Often, Rain dreams that she’s flying… or watching someone fly through their eyes… and falls into the sea…

Miscellaneous: Rain retains a few marked talents from her old self. For one, she has a lovely singing voice, hauntingly beautiful and rather captivating. She has taken up singing for her keep because of this. She is also an excellent swimmer, not getting tired easily. She can hold her breath for a very long time for a human, but it’s not necessarily superhuman—just unusual. Rain has a bizarre fascination with the sea, and always is swimming, diving deeper and deeper into the cold water… which also doesn’t seem to bother her. She loves soft rock music, just like her current keeper, Will. In fact, music has taught Rain many words… though sometimes that gives her a weird definition for things. She doesn’t know a lot of things about American culture, simply because she hasn’t been able to absorb it.

Aura: Rain’s aura is rather inconspicuous… usually. Quite simply, the air around her is more humid than usual, and often she gives off the feeling of an incoming storm. Animals act somewhat irrationally around her because of this aura, but many humans don’t even notice it. However, they do notice the humidity. Rain’s hair stays perfectly straight despite this aura, but some people’s hair curls up from the change in the air. When others are in the rather distant vicinity, there can be a bit of wind around her as well, further lending to the birth of a storm. However, if others like herself are very close indeed, Rain’s aura will act up, bringing, well, rain. It comes in various quantities depending on which others are nearby, how many of them there are, and how close they are. If they’re very close and have great familiarity to her old soul, Rain will cause a rather nasty thunderstorm, but that’s as bad as it gets. It seems to cause her pain when it gets stronger.

Rain’s tattoo is on her back, in the form of six slanted rectangles forming a 3 horizontal by 2 vertical larger rectangle. They resemble Lugia’s notable scales. However, rather than being blue, they’re only a darker tone than her skin, kind of brown compared to her white skin. They look more like birthmarks than tattoos, though they’re quite identifiable. The “visible” form of her aura is a translucent white color. It surrounds her body and extends her arms with wing-like shapes of aura. These tend to be flared away from her arms, as well, and down a bit. A sort of fat tail also extends from the aura. It also makes her eyes redder, and the blue of her bangs seems stronger and points upward.


((wow, I got something finished early?! This is weird...))

[tumbleweed93]

Thanks for accepting me! I'm willing to bump his age up to 6, although I don't want to have him any older if that's all right.

[Rabidmunchlax]

@Pokemon breeder chris: would it be alright if I did my entire description as a story instead just have my being found in that format? I will make it as clear as I can about crucial info ie: name by bolding them

[RaZoR LeAf]

Hmm, I'm interested. I generally prefer not to reserve a spot, and write on the spot, but it's 23:40 and I have to be awake in 7 hours for work, so I can't spend the time required to write a proper form now. So I'd like to put down a reservation for my favourite legendary pokemon, Registeel. This is one of the most recent samples I have, from Kamotz Pokemon Ultimates RPG

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Conrad ran into the action, following Eve as she focused all her attention on Rhino, the largest of the criminals, who's name was well suited to his appearance. Rhino wasn't wasting anytime, dropping his head and charging at the two straight away. Thankfully Eve was faster, throwing a massive burst of fire at the lunatic, engulfing him in red flame heating his armour up to melting point.

"Conrad, move your Pokemon into position!" Eve shouted.

Conrad nodded and was about to call his pokemon into play when Rhino burst free form the flames. Conrad missed what happened exactly but a shockwave dispersed the flames and knocked him onto the floor. Eve didn't bat an eyelid though, and went back to throwing fire balls, followed by massive jets of water which she then froze, encasing Rhino in a massive block of unmoving ice. Eve took a long heavy breath before turning to look for Conrad.

"That should hold him for a while," she started, when the sounds of ice cracking caught her attention. Somehow Rhino was cracking the ice around him, that suit he was wearing had more than one trick besides being massively powerful. Eve erected a psychic barrier, and with all attention on her Conrad managed to scramble out of the way. Leaving Eve to take care of Rhino, Conrad found an unoccupied spot and drew out his pokemon. Roswell the Magnezone and Rex the Nidoking materialised. At the sight of the rival pokemon, Rex made a guttural sound that did nothing but make Roswell roll it's main eye. Rex started to growl when Conrad waved a hand in front of his face.

"Hey! Enough!" he said, catching Rex's attention "We don't have time for these petty displays of manliness now Rex. Now I asked Zetta to explain this to you while you were in transit, so I know you're aware of what's happening. You are the only pokemon here who is strong enough to stand up to this Rhino guy. I need you to focus on what has to be done."

Rex's growl subsided and he nodded. Beside him, Roswell hadn't moved.

"Now listen to me. Rex I need you to pull Rhino off Eve, keep him distracted while I try and help her. Roswell you're back up. Stick with me, if Eve is hurt then I'll do what I can for her, but we'll be unprotected. I need you to..." A massive cracking noise and a rumble that travelled through the ground cut Conrad off. He ran back to where the battle was to see Eve on the ground, bleeding profusely with Rhino marching towards her, barely even breaking a sweat.

"Don't boast unless you can back it up," Rhino growled, as he stalked towards her "I'll put you out of your misery, and then I'll take out the rest of your pitiful team."

Rhino raised both his hands above his head, clasping them together into a massive fist, ready to slam them into the ground. Before he could do so, Rex wrapped both his arms around Rhino's pulling the criminal backwards and lifting him off the ground. The Nidoking roared, a deafening cry of anger and defiance, before twisting around and throwing Rhino back the way he came, thirty, forty, fifty feet until he crashed into, and through a brick wall. Conrad ran up to Eve and knelt beside her.

"I was.. *cough* .. wondering when you'd get here.." she said, wincing as she tried to move.

"Oh sh!t, don't talk. You're bleeding too much from the wounds you have, it must be internal too. Crap crap crap.. can you heal? I mean Espeon can heal itself during the day, so maybe you can too? Roswell, use Sunny Day then get down here. I want you to use Mirror Coat to make your metal body as reflective as possible and try to amplify the sunlight so Eve is bathed in it as much as possible. Just keep your eyes on what's going on. If you get in trouble, keeping Eve protected is your primary concern."

"Conrad.." Eve said as he started to move away "Rhino's suit doesn't stand up well to Dark based attacks. You should be able to use that to your advantage..." Conrad nodded and chased after Nidoking, who was currently hand in hand with Rhino, each trying to force the other over "..and thanks..."

"Rex! Sucker Punch!" Conrad cried. Rex roared, pushing Rhino backwards just that little bit, throwing him off balance for the tiniest of seconds. The timing on tis move had to be perfect. If Rhino wasn't going to attack, then Sucker Punch wouldn't be a good hit, the energy surrounding it would just disappear. Bit if Rhino made a move, then the darkness around Rex's claws would be amplified, and the result would be devastating. Rhino may not have been a total fool, but being pulled away from his prey by a Nidoking was enough to distract him. He made his move to attack and Rex slammed his fist into Rhino's chin, delivering a massive uppercut of dark energy. The blow back was amazing, Rhino didn't see it coming and ended up on his back groaning in pain. Something crunched when he landed. The suit looked intact, which meant either the damage didn't show or it was inside.

"Yes! Good work Rex!"

"You little sh!t.." Rhino said from the ground. He rolled over and stood up. Blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth. He reached inside his mouth and pulled out a tooth which he tossed to the ground. "You're going to pay for that.."

 

[PokemonBreederChris]

Thanks for accepting me! I'm willing to bump his age up to 6, although I don't want to have him any older if that's all right.

Tumbleweed93 - Make it seven and we might have a deal. Though, if there is appropriate explanation to the age of six, I'll think about it. Six is the most critical age for the brain, that is technically the smartest a human is when they are six because the rapid growth and maturing of braincells. If not that, I do know the age of six is critical for the growth of the brain. So it is possible. Though I would prefer seven at the least, Thank you.

@PokemonBreederChris: would it be alright if I did my entire description as a story instead just have my being found in that format? I will make it as clear as I can about crucial info ie: name by bolding them

Rabidmunclax - It depends on what you mean. I would accept a story in any field, though that could be confusing, as stories "Show" instead of "Tell." Else I would just like you Telling me about your character instead of Showing. However if you mean by making it a narrative, first person for example, than I would have to say "no."

First person is a rather hard narrative to master as it is the easiest one to scare away the readers. There are some that are exceptional, Huckleberry Finn for example, while others fail: Twilight. I talk about the writing styles more than the stories, if some are to disagree with me.

I think you meant "first person" as judging by your previous posts. I am sorry but I would have to say No, request denied. You can write your sign up in the fashion as everyone else, I do not doubt your abilities to do so. If I am wrong to assume that you meant "first person" than go right ahead, and do it your style, as long as it fits the criteria, it could be accepted. Just no "First Person" please.


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Name: Rain
Legendary: Lugia
Gender: Female
Age: 27

Rain, Lugia, female, twenty seven, interesting. Twenty Seven is older age, which is alright. Nearing those autumn years though, ever so sooner. I like the uniqueness of the age, too many people play "The Primal" ages of 17-22. Also, thank you for BOLDING the Categories.

Description: Rain is an extremely tall woman, standing just over six foot. She is very thin, though her actual weight is hard to ascertain. Despite this thinness, she does not look weak—her limbs actually look strong, but only after a close look. She isn’t petite, but her body isn’t incredible at all; she isn’t very well endowed, though her waist is proportionally thin (her ribcage is pretty broad, and her hips are wide, so she has the illusion of a nice waist). If one were to find thinness attractive, Rain would then have a very nice body. She has extremely pale skin, of course, as she seems to be albino. It is pasty, and near white, though somehow that doesn’t make her look sickly. She’s just really pale.

She seems to me, an old fashioned model, with that height. What I can say here is, I'd like it if you talked more about the physique or skin. As "look strong" or "look weak" could be many things. I like the Albino bit, rather creative; I kind of see it in my head. Here in this paragraph, you give two extremes, and say they are in the middle of the extremes. I personally would like it more if you talked about the middle of the extremes, and not how she isn't 'this or that.'

Rain has beautiful hair, of a perfectly pure ivory tone. It is fairly long and flows smoothly around her waist; no matter the weather, no matter the bad hair day, her hair always stays perfectly straight and soft-looking. Usually she pulls it back in a low ponytail with a blue ribbon, as it is quite long. Even so, her bangs—which happen to be dark blue, for some strange reason—refuse to stay out of her face. She doesn’t pay them much mind, though she is sometimes seen absentmindedly trying to put them back behind her ears, where they absolutely won’t stay for very long. Her facial features are rather sharp and cool, with eyes so starkly red that Rain does get a few looks just for them. Her eyes are a little slanted, only adding to the sharp look of her face; however, they always look calm, despite their brilliant coloration. Most people assume that Rain is an albino with dyed bangs.

I like the hair, nice descriptors. I got a nice picture of the face too, and some personality. What I do get confused on is how you say "Sharp and cool." What is this "cool?" Do you mean something such as "laid back? Relaxed?" Things are acceptable here, I'd just like that minor change in finding or describing a different word. Else this is acceptable.

Rain’s choice of outfit is a bit curious, but she’s very attracted to the colors, so it works. She wears a tight navy blue tank top underneath a light bluish-gray zip-up hoodie over her torso. The hoodie is about two sizes too large, hanging frumpily over her thin frame. Of course, it has deep pockets in the front, and a hood on the back; the inside lining is a royal blue color, like her bangs, but not as dark as her shirt. The sleeves pretty much always cover her hands because they’re simply too long. On the back of the jacket are three “V” shaped marks of royal blue, sitting with extremely obtuse angles in a vertical row. Her pants are a little baggy, but not nearly as much so as her hoodie, and colored white. Her pants also have lots of pockets—cargo pants. In order to keep her pants on for sure, she wears two belts sideways over one another: one of them silver, the other royal blue. Her shoes of choice are strappy navy sandals which expose her pasty pale feet with painted blue toenails. She wears the same hoodie constantly, only exchanging pants and tops for very similar ones, as she only owns about three of each. Well, she also has one hot pink tank top, but she only wears it on laundry day.

The clothing description was nice and vivid with color. There could be more use in textural description of the clothing, but I got a nice picture of it. The humor with the pink tank top, laundry day, intriguing.

Personality: Rain is a very quiet individual. She is fairly calm and level-headed, but sometimes, she seems irrationally skittish of everything. The fact behind this is rather simple: somewhere in her heart is the ingrained idea that humans are bellicose and ignorant. She doesn’t know where this notion came from or why she goes along with it, and therefore, she often fights against this notion by being around humans. She is curious about her lost memories, but not voraciously so; she has no intention of obsessing over them, though she is somehow compelled to find someone who understands her. She doesn’t get very excited about anything, but rather takes it all in stride, except of course interactions with unfamiliar humans. There she has a strange phobia; however, despite it, she is working hard to get over it.

Got a nice view on imagery again, with social habits involving Humans. Nothing to change here I think, as you told the social behavior well rounded.

Rain is rather introverted, spending her time swimming and wondering rather than seeking company. The rare times she does go out on the street, she rarely speaks to anyone but rather just hums to herself as she watches them all go by—she doesn’t want them to look at her, even though they do. If she were to find someone who she didn’t feel so skittish around, however, she quite possibly would open up more, and be more accepting of company. For now, she really only enjoys the company of Will because he takes such good care of her, and is kind enough to her such that she doesn’t feel afraid around him. She is thoughtful and wise, generally kind despite being shy, and has a deep belief that her destiny will come one day and make sense of all this.

Well got the idea of the introverted personality based on the first paragraph, so technically much of this could be considered filler, however you go more in-depth and give vivid examples to her introverted personality, along with a potential opening up.

Fate and destiny are also concepts ingrained in Rain’s soul. It would seem that she is highly intelligent; however, she does not show this, because she has a slightly limited vocabulary and some of it is just words she learned from songs, which isn’t quite accurate. She isn’t necessarily a serious persona or a jesting one, but rather she is somewhat neutral. Rain also feels the urge to become responsible for others, especially if they help her or she thinks she knows them somehow. In this way she is a bit motherly, though it’s more of a friendly responsibility for everything than that of a mother. She is obsessed with both the sky and the sea, and likes to watch birds fly by. Culture still eludes her in many ways, though she is trying to learn about it little by little.

Fate, destiny, the metaphysical realms people have often contemplated and failed to find reasoning. This personality is alright, can't ask for anything more. It brings your character more alive, though I still see her as calm, with little emotions. I think that is your character though. There is no passion, from what I can read, but than, there is no need for passion in your character design as your character's persona does not require a large spectrum of passion.

Origin: The tide continued to ebb and flow, ebb and flow as it always had. The water was cold, but it was always cold. There was nothing unusual about the shoreline today, the lone man thought to himself. He was still wearing his business clothes: a gray suit with a red tie. His black hair had fallen unkempt from the breeze, and swished lightly around his face as he stared at the ocean. His silver-blue eyes were only half open, but still, they managed to catch on to something highly unusual…

Nice descriptors for setting the scene, though they be more of the color image. Using the other senses in description would be nice too, like scent, noise, taste, texture. Sight is a good sense to use, but there could always be more.

There was something different about the shoreline today, after all. There, in the shallowest point of the tide, was a woman. She was completely nude, her perfect pale skin and gleaming white hair giving her the look of an angel… or maybe a mermaid? The man on the beach ran over to her, finding quickly that she was no mermaid, as she had long, slender legs. Indeed, her body was thin and beautiful, in an unearthly way he found. He approached her, and unconsciously reached up to brush her dark bangs out of her eye. However, at that instant, her red eyes opened, and she shrank back. Afraid. That was the word… she felt afraid. She retreated slightly into the water, ducking away from the man.

I can see the scene, nice description again. There is a sense of alluring beauty, alluring mystery in this scene.

He looked at her curiously. “What are you doing here?” he asked, and she shook her head. She didn’t know what she was doing here. She only knew that… she was afraid of this man. And she wanted to stay in the water. That made sense. And yet… her body felt wrong… she didn’t know where she was. She was scared. She curled up in the fetal position and stared at him with cold eyes. “Not very talkative, are we?” he asked.

Nice start up with the man. Got a nice picture of the scene still, and with the exchange between the characters, and the internal look within Rain's mind, nice scene.

She responded with a small moan, just, “ah”. As though that was all she knew how to say. And then, she looked him nervously in the eye, as her arms frantically covered her body. “…n… naked?!”

“Yes, you are naked…” he muttered. “Where are you from? Who are you?”

“A…ah…” she muttered again, nothing at all. She had no idea where she was from, who she was. She couldn’t have answered even if she knew words. However, this man seemed intent upon comforting her.

“Look, come on, we’ve got to take you to the authorities. I have no idea where you came from…” he looked away. “I guess you should get some clothes first…”

“Ah!” she exclaimed. People. No, she didn’t want to see people. She was afraid of people. They were… she didn’t really know. Then again, it appeared that she was… a person, too. Why was she afraid? She had no answers, only questions. She shook her head violently. “C…clothes. But… not authorities.”

He stared at her questioningly. “Why? You on the run or something?” She shook her head again.

“Ah… afraid. Can’t… remember.”

I enjoyed the dialogue, gave nice picture to the scene, and more of the inner workings going on within Rain's head.

He blinked at her. She was just afraid of people. Well, that was obvious enough, she was looking awfully shy… except that she was naked in the ocean. And maybe she had amnesia… “Well, I do know that sometimes amnesia goes away with time. If you don’t want to meet anyone, why don’t you just come to my place? My roommate’s out on vacation for a few weeks, so you can stay in his room. I’ll get you some clothes too.” He extended his hand. “My name’s Will.”

Personally I find the sudden kindness of a stranger to offer his conveniently available room a little too superficial, however this is nice. I think Will could have some internal thoughts going on in his own head, with only action being shown to the reader about this strange naked lady on the beach, but eh, with him just offering a hand and saying "come with me." That's alright.

She looked at him skeptically. “Oh… okay, Will.” She took his hand and stood up, still shaking a little and covering her body. He realized then how tall she was, but quickly averted his eyes. Will didn’t want to stare at her, and she didn’t really want to be stared at. He put his jacket over her and walked down the shoreline, up into the alley, and to his apartment. It only took a few minutes to get there.

That is always awkward for a man when a female is much taller than him, it kind of emasculates them. That being said, Sympathy and Power towards Will. Though on the trip to the apartment, I ponder of what the journey in between is, as surely eyes would be judgemental, mouths would be curious, but this is unimportant.

One Will and the mysterious girl arrived at the apartment, he immediately showed her to the shower and turned it on for her, trying not to stare at her naked body. He did notice the strange birthmarks on her back… maybe he could use those to identify her. But not now; first, she needed to remember some things. He put on some soft rock music—some of his favorite bands—and changed into his relaxed clothes. While he was at it, he grabbed some for the girl, though obviously they wouldn’t fit that well… she was much smaller than he was, albeit just as tall. She had been in the shower for a long time when Will finally came in, asking, “Are you drowned in there?” He was holding the clothes.

Okay, same height, than no emasculation. However I could more see Will putting on his nice cashmere bathrobe, smoking a long pipe, putting on some suave romantic rock, lighting a few candles, dimming the room's electric lights. I got that image by this paragraph even though it has nothing to do with it. Blame my imagination. Good Good imagery.

She was smiling at the shower head and letting the water run as she hummed along to the music. When he walked in, she looked down. “Rain,” she nearly whispered. “Rain is familiar… Rain is comfortable.”

Will just looked at her. “Hey, don’t use up all the water… you think your name may be Rain?”

She shook her head, no. “But… it’s as good as any name.”

And from there on, she was Rain.

Legend Origins: Lugia, dun dun dun "Rain."

Will gave her some of his clothes for the night, but the next day he went and bought her some of her one—well, tried to. She took a liking to his hoodie and wouldn’t give it back; he decided she could just keep it. He did manage to get her to buy some underwear and a bra, as well as some actually fitting pants, shoes, and tank tops. Rain didn’t like many colors, but all the same, the things she picked were pretty cheap. Will has since been trying to help Rain recover her memory; after he gets off work each day, he meets her out by the ocean, where she is typically swimming in her underwear. He gave up on keeping her out of the ocean several days ago, because honestly, she wouldn’t even consider it. He still thinks she might be a mermaid, especially with how she sings. He has a large collection of rather easy-going music, which Rain has taken a liking to and listens to constantly. When he heard her sing along, with her beautiful voice, Will started to consider that she might be a mermaid who got her legs but lost her memory for it…

Interesting. Good for Will to help. Though I find rain not adjusting to underwear or other clothing that well for some reason, but than again, Will probably had a few feuds with Rain in the mini episodes between the lines of writing.

As of now, no one knows that Rain lives with Will. She eats ramen and other bargain food gladly, so she’s not a financial burden, though she has offered (since learning enough of the language to speak coherently again) to try to get a job. Will is fresh out of college working at an accounting firm; he makes enough money to support her pretty easily. His roommate will return in a few days, but he’ll explain when the time rolls around for that, he’s decided. She tends to wander short distances from the apartment, exploring the streets and trying to overcome her fear of other people, which she finds irrational. However, most of her time is still spent at the sea, or standing on the balcony enjoying the wind. Often, Rain dreams that she’s flying… or watching someone fly through their eyes… and falls into the sea…

Nice closure on the Origin, and we got to see a little of Rain's personality shine through as well. The Origin was nice.

Miscellaneous: Rain retains a few marked talents from her old self. For one, she has a lovely singing voice, hauntingly beautiful and rather captivating. She has taken up singing for her keep because of this. She is also an excellent swimmer, not getting tired easily. She can hold her breath for a very long time for a human, but it’s not necessarily superhuman—just unusual. Rain has a bizarre fascination with the sea, and always is swimming, diving deeper and deeper into the cold water… which also doesn’t seem to bother her. She loves soft rock music, just like her current keeper, Will. In fact, music has taught Rain many words… though sometimes that gives her a weird definition for things. She doesn’t know a lot of things about American culture, simply because she hasn’t been able to absorb it.

Rain must always get prune-fingers and toes as she is always in the water. Interesting Misc. items, acceptable, and balanced.

Aura: Rain’s aura is rather inconspicuous… usually. Quite simply, the air around her is more humid than usual, and often she gives off the feeling of an incoming storm. Animals act somewhat irrationally around her because of this aura, but many humans don’t even notice it. However, they do notice the humidity. Rain’s hair stays perfectly straight despite this aura, but some people’s hair curls up from the change in the air. When others are in the rather distant vicinity, there can be a bit of wind around her as well, further lending to the birth of a storm. However, if others like herself are very close indeed, Rain’s aura will act up, bringing, well, rain. It comes in various quantities depending on which others are nearby, how many of them there are, and how close they are. If they’re very close and have great familiarity to her old soul, Rain will cause a rather nasty thunderstorm, but that’s as bad as it gets. It seems to cause her pain when it gets stronger.

For the Aura, I find it reasonable. If I don't keep getting a server error, and remind my self to "CopyPasta" I'll get the list I had about Auras written down. Your aura is nice, though perhaps more could be added, just summoning rain, and affecting the humidity is fine, but I'll allow more if you so desire it. Aura's are what make you "superhuman," after all.

Rain’s tattoo is on her back, in the form of six slanted rectangles forming a 3 horizontal by 2 vertical larger rectangle. They resemble Lugia’s notable scales. However, rather than being blue, they’re only a darker tone than her skin, kind of brown compared to her white skin. They look more like birthmarks than tattoos, though they’re quite identifiable. The “visible” form of her aura is a translucent white color. It surrounds her body and extends her arms with wing-like shapes of aura. These tend to be flared away from her arms, as well, and down a bit. It also makes her eyes redder.

Description of the Aura, acceptable, nice details.
 

Cdra1617:

Your sign up, was very nice in description and detail. I enjoyed reading it. There were some slight errors in description, involving mostly clarity but nothing to extreme and is only something to change for reading.

I find Rain, the Lugia, Acceptable. Welcome to the RPG, Cdra1617. I hope you have fun.

ACCEPTED!

[InnerFlame]

Looks like a lots of my friends are joining this one. I would like to reserve Moltres. I hope this sample alright, it's one of my more recent ones.

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Clover Dracen

Clover was having a strange dream in her dream there was shouting and screaming over some kind of legendary plate and there were sleeping people around her. The people talking were a bunch of dark faceless shadows. Then suddenly they came closer and started picking up the unknown people, one lifted her and whispered, “Why did I have to get the heavy one…?” After that she suddenly found herself in a helicopter above a forest area and the shadow people began literal dropping people into the wood. As her turn came she suddenly heard a flock Starly chirping before she was shoved out and quickly began falling to the ground. She suddenly felt herself being shaken.

“Ah” she grunted snapping to an up position after her nearly hit the ground in her dream. Her heart was accelerating and she breathed out, “That was a weird… dream…”

Consciousness had return fully and slapped her with sudden realization; this wasn’t her room, and this didn’t even look like her neighborhood even though it was still blurry without her glasses. She began feeling around hoping to find her glasses nearby she, was next to blind without them. Feeling around, she felt foliage and warmth of things other, certainly the grassy ground... Cold and metallic, she had found it. Sighing with relieve, she put them on, getting a clearer vision of the green forest around her… It was small woodland like areas around though none were this untouched clean or nearly as large and who the heck were these sleeping people around her. It was too vivid and detailed too just be a dream, could it. All of her dreams she could clearly tell it was dream but this was different. It seemed too real to be a dream yet too unreal to be a reality… She was in a dark blue nightgown with rhinestones that made the American flag in the center of her busty chest. She was a little more happy this was her longest one instead of the short one for summertime.

The eighteen years-old stood she stretched her arms above her head feeling the strands of hair sticking out rubbing again her skin. Even though she couldn’t even see it, Clover knew her black hair well enough to know it a mess especially after she goes to sleep. Patted down it sprung back up into it previous location, the thick hair was stubborn and refuse to stay down until a comb was rack through its roots. Giving up on her bed head, she noticed another person awake and moved over to him. He seemed quite panic as he was waking other people, asleep on the forest floor.

“Hey… excuse me” She spoke out to get his attention, he didn’t even looked at her and there was a pause of silence as tad of shyness overcame her afterwards. She notice another person, a girl “Um… You wouldn‘t happen to know where the heck I am, would you?” She put on a smile to hide the fact she had butterfly going crazy in her stomach or maybe that was just hunger.